#deadneverlander

[minisugakoobies]

ok but 💔 [ Apology ] with Ten Lee 👀

💔 [ Apology ] - A kiss that's offered as a way to apologize or make amends

OMG my first ever Ten fic thank you for asking B! 💕

*****

"Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul!"

Your friend pokes his head into your kitchen, where you're staring into your fridge. "The fuck are you pulling out my full name for?"

You fix him with a frown. "Don't play innocent. Are you drinking my last cider?"

He shrugs. "What, you told me to grab a drink while you grabbed the takeout! How is this my fault?"

"Because," you pout, pointing at the drinks in the fridge. "I always buy this soju for you! You know the cider is my favorite."

Ten sighs. The only person he knows who gives him a run for being too dramatic is, of course, you. "I'm so sorry. How could I forget." He sucks his teeth. "Tell you what, next time I'll bring the drinks."

You shake your head. "Yeah right. You'll forget."

"No really, I will! I'll even pay for all of dinner, too, instead of splitting."

Another shake. Your lip pouts further. Ten laughs. He's not about to let you win.

Okay, that's a lie, he is. But not without having a little fun, at least.

"Damn, okay, what do you want, then? A whole dinner date? Take you out? Give you a good night kiss?"

When your eyes widen just the slightest bit at his last suggestion, he knows he's got you.

"What if I just kiss you now instead?"

Before you can answer, he's ducking forward to kiss your cheek, hand catching your chin just long enough to make you meet his gaze, before he's moving away again.

"There. I'm sorry I stole your last cider." He grins. "You let me know when I've made up for it."

*****

Send me an emoji and I’ll write a fic for a kiss

[gimmethatagustd]

Jai bb for the Spotify wrapped prompts, if it hasn’t been done already, 13 with Yoongi 🖤✨

(If someone’s already requested then 31)

Talk's cheap, I'm about that action / Girl, can you feel the attraction / Baby, come closer, I got what you want / I can tell you that you want it, there's no need to front

» pairing: yoongi x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | drabble | strangers to lovers | smut

» wc/date: 934 | December 2022

» warnings: fingering | not necessarily an unhappy ending but Yoongi’s not endgame

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

» notes: this one was interesting since i don't even use yoongi's name~

It’s 2012 and you’re at a Borgore concert. 

That’s it. That’s the story. 

Strippers are flipping around poles as sexually-suggestive videos play from large monitors on the stage while Borgore remixes one of your favorite songs, “Nympho”.

To no one’s surprise, you’ve gotten separated from your best friend - who is somewhere in the massive crowd. It’s fine, though, because you’re dancing with a stranger whose hips know how to move to the chaotic music. 

You feel the man’s hand slide against your side, coming around to stop against your hip bone. He presses his fingers into your hip, fingers splayed and palm flat against you. The pressure fluctuates with the music, tightening and loosening as he guides your body to move against his.

You don’t mind that he’s taking control. You’re honestly exhausted, and you’re only realizing it now that you have a solid body to lean back against. It’s kind of nice to have someone else take the reins, to move you to the beat while you can just let your head loll back and let this stranger take care of you in some strange way. 

His breath is hot against your neck, as is the bulge in his pants that he’s got pressed nearly in between your ass cheeks. He’s big; you can already tell. 

Your body feels like it’s been engulfed in flames when you feel his fingers slip beneath the hem of your t-shirt. His hand is sweaty and too warm, but the sensation of his skin on yours makes your whole body shiver. You look down to watch him rub small circles into your side, his long fingers venturing further inward to slide against the lower half of your stomach. You tilt your head and see his left hand join in as he grabs your left hip. 

He squeezes your hips, forcing you to buck backward until you’re flush against him. The action makes you grind against his crotch and allows him to move your hips in circles to the beat of the music. 

You don’t even know what he looks like. You tried to get a glimpse of his face when you turned your head to the side, but the strobe lights hadn’t flashed at the right time to allow you to get a good look at him. But you decided it doesn’t matter when you feel his fingers play with the button on your jeans. When you don’t protest, the stranger pops the button and moves onto your zipper, slowly tugging it down. 

It’s loud enough in the venue that it doesn’t matter if you moan when his hand slides down the front of your jeans. You wish you could see his fingers swirl against your clit, but your jeans are too restricting and the lighting is too crazy. 

You feel like your legs are going to give out when he leans forward slightly so he can bend his wrist enough to slip a finger inside of you. No, two, two fingers because you’re already so soaking wet. By this point, you have no idea where your friend is, and you don’t particularly care. You also don’t care that there are quite literally hundreds of people who can easily turn around to see a stranger finger you in the middle of the concert. 

He moans, breathing hot against the curve of your ear. It’s a deep, throaty sound that begins with a rumble that slowly turns into a whine at the end. His free hand still squeezes your hip, forcing you to grind against him while he starts pumping his fingers into you in rhythm with the beat of the song currently playing. 

It’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done. You’re not the type to hook up with random people; you won’t even kiss a stranger. But there’s something about the anonymity of a dark room full of strangers getting lost in the electricity the music is zapping into the crowd. 

“Fuuck.” 

It’s the first time you hear him speak, and the gravelly edge to his voice and his deep moans shoot straight to your core. He sounds so fucking hot that you almost don’t want to know what he looks like. You like having your imagination fill in the holes; no need to disappoint yourself if he’s not as sexy as his voice and fingerfucking skills would lead you to believe.

You cum during the grand finale with the guy pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat. You can just barely make out the sound of the DJ thanking everyone for coming, and you can’t pull your brain out of its haze until the lights in the venue suddenly flicker on. It’s bright, painfully bright.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your friend pushing through the crowd toward you. Yet all you can focus on is the absence of warmth against your back. 

“Wait,” you try to call out to the guy, but your voice is hoarse from screaming along to the music. When you turn around, you’re met with a sea of people shuffling toward the exit. It’s impossible to find him in the crowd; you have no idea what he looks like. 

“That was fucking EPIC!” Your friend tugs on your arm with sweaty hands. Her makeup is smeared and her voice is just as hoarse as yours. “Sorry I got pulled away from you. Did you have fun?” 

You allow her to guide you out of the venue, your body still buzzing from the orgasm and the strange feeling of longing that sits in the pit of your stomach. 

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[eureka-its-zico]

ily bestie 💖

BESTIE!! ILYSM!!!

I am still impatiently waiting for you to tell me more about your unhinged idea.

[theharrowing]

For the soft asks: 2, 7, and 13 🖤✨

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

okay so, i already told Sunny about how i like that Spirited Away makes me cry, so that's my #1! but my #2....

straight up, romeo + juliet. and maybe i space out before things get dramatic at the end, these days, but the build up is so just chef kiss good and i just akkjdasldaldjasdakhsdka ugh i adore it.

7. what color brings you peace?

nice dark oranges, green blues and blue greens, burgundy

13. what’s your comfort food?

oof this is tough. i am very food-motivated and have a lovely but complicated relationship with food. ohh!!!! but!!!!!!!!!! there's a place kinda near me tho that is a 24 hour mexican spot and we always go there for steak picado when i just get back from a trip, like 2am jetlagged slurping a cadillac margarita and happy to be home. they were one of the few places that kept somewhat normal hours in pandemic (and packaged margaritas to go hehehehe and we went there a lot. they were the first place we ate inside during pandemic, over a year after the start of it alsdaldjajdalldjlsa ugh yeah. that's it. i love that place.)

THANK YOU, B!!!! 🐝🦇

send me some soft asks, pretty please! 🥺

[here2bbtstrash]

3, 10, 15, and 43 bby 🖤✨

thank u for the questions B!! 💜

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

i'll share with a close group of friends! i don't like to talk publicly abt ideas tho unless i'm pretty far along with them, bc i feel bad if i get y'all excited and then don't end up writing something after all hfeuikrjgdfg. only @sailoryooons gets allllll my brainrot lmfao

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

i am very bad at writing more than one thing at once. when i'm writing something i want to be fully immersed in it and thinking about it with all my free time, and i've found that when i'm trying to work on multiple things i wind up feeling very disconnected from it all. so it's one at a time for me! 🫡

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

definitely evening~ i like to finish my work/errands for the day, make something to eat, clean up, then snuggle down on the couch or in bed and get a few hours in until i need to sleep 💜

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

hmmmm there's a lot ! i love a doomed relationship which i don't think i've written unless you count heartless lmao. and i definitely wanna try my hand at more supernatural stuff this year, even tho i find it scary and intimidating 🙈 oh and also sex pollen

fanfic writing asks~

[skzdarlings]

The accidental acquisition of sugar is so good I’m fuckin wkmfmfkedknemdmdn my brain chemistry has been permanently rewired. There are so many lines that will never leave me now and I love it

fhfkgkgk thank you so much. that reader was my fave to write. she is functioning on her last and horniest brain cell. glad you enjoyed it 😊♥️

[witchoftheewilds]

Dead Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, death, and angst. Lord this shit is pure angst. Joel may or may not be a little OOC here. I'm just going off what the series Joel makes me feel not game Joel.  

a/n: So, I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this. It's been almost four months since I've written anything and suddenly, I had a moment of writing this in an hour. It probably shows from the errors I didn't see, but I will die on that hill. I started replaying TLOU the other night and realized the small differences between Troy Baker’s Joel and Pedro’s. Nothing crazy, but Pedro’s Joel just seems a bit more…rugged? Brutal? And I kinda like love it a lot. @deadneverlander thank you for always being the bestie I've needed and supporting me when I can't support myself. You are amazing. Comments are always welcome. Hope someone out there enjoys this. Much love, Jenn.

____________________

It’s been six days since the so-called incident. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” 

Spittallike venom coated the corner of his mouth. His eyes wildly took in your face waiting for you to break. He wanted you to tell him he was right and you were wrong, but he wasn’t the only one who was stubborn. 

“I’m not going to apologize for trying to save somebody.”

And there it was. 

His eyes glistened with a wrath that could’ve made the entirety of hell repent. Somehow, you’d found what little strength you had left to not budge under his gaze; refusing to waiver and take back something that was already done.

What would’ve been the point in trying to change the past when there was no Time Machine to do it? When you knew - deep down - you’d be making the same mistake over and over in his eyes. 

He called you sloppy. Reckless. Irrational. Irrational because you cared. Giving a fuck about anything outside of your own survival will get yourself killed.

“You’re going to get yourself - one of the team - killed all because you let your feelings get in the way.” 

It wasn’t about the team. The team was an excuse. The team was a bunch of sad sacks of shits who found a use for one another in order to survive. No, what Joel meant but wouldn’t say had nothing to do with the team. Just you.

You were the unexpected kink in his armor he never saw coming. 

You wanted to snap at him every time Joel spoke in your direction. Your own venom packed response building at the back of your throat like bile - rising up to scream questions of why the fuck did he still keep you around knowing you’d never get an answer. 

You wanted to believe it was because of the sex. Deep down you knew something worse than spores had begun to fester between you both. Something neither one of you dared bring up in case it caused you to go down in flames. Truth was, if Joel didn’t feel the same way, you knew his rejection would kill you faster than Mother Nature’s fucked up creation ever could. So, you kept silent and harbored a growth of your own. One that was slowly beginning to kill you. 

When you’d gotten back inside the safety of the compound’s walls you’d planned on heading straight to your apartment. You needed a shower. You needed to get the grim of death scrubbed free from your body. You’d made it all of ten feet when you felt a large hand grab you from behind. Your instincts roared for you to find the upper hand as adrenaline flooded your system. Your body is already tensing up for the upcoming impact of the wall just before your back makes contact. 

With your teeth bared and muscles taut you were ready to fight. Your shoulder blades touched down on the brick first. A small rush of air huffed through your nose as your back took the rest of the impact. 

“Motherfucker-“ you snapped, your arms wiggling to loosen his grip on your arms enough to get some leverage. 

When your eyes adjusted on your attacker's face you weren’t surprised to find Joel there. And just like that every defense came crashing down. You could already feel yourself soften as your name passed over his lips. 

“What?”

“What in the hell is wrong with you, huh? Why would you do that? You know better.” 

Joel was right, of course. You did know better. Everyone did. You just hadn’t been able to let that little piece of hope inside you die all the way just yet. It was something Joel hated. It was something he knew would get you killed. 

While Joel waited for an answer you allowed yourself to take in the contours of his face. The hard lines of his brow as he concentrated on you - waiting for a response. He was trying for anger but you saw in his eyes now the same thing you’d seen as you broke cover and ran towards the girl. Fear. 

It’d been a flash. If you’d blinked you would’ve missed it, but you’d seen it. Heard it in the way he called after you as your legs sprinted forward and bounding over leftover debris from the bombing. Felt it in the desperation that spread through his words as he shouted, “Get back here!” 

But you couldn’t. All you could see was a small child - a little girl - lost and alone. Crying for some fool to save her. You’d been just the fool she’d been crying for. 

A rough hand encased your cheek bringing you back to the present. Away from the fresh memory that was digging itself a home inside your brain to join all the rest of the tragedy it harbored there. What was one more? 

“What do you want from me, Joel? An apology?”

“No, I don’t want a goddamn apology. I want you to make it make sense why you would do that. You know she was as good as dead already.” 

Joel liked to think he was more methodical than you but in reality, Joel had a tendency to be as equally impulsive as you. He just wanted to pretend his moral code died the same day his daughter did. He wanted to believe he'd encased himself so deep in stone he was untouchable. 

Joel’s reputation of being ruthless preceded him. You’d seen it in action the first smuggling job you’d taken with him. A small group of four of you ended with only two of you making it back. His clothes were covered in specks of gore and dirt and the earth shattering spark of hell that ignited in the dark obsidian of his eyes. It was noticeable in the cautious way he carried himself - even more noticeable in the wary movements everyone subconsciously took when they approached him. The tension in their shoulders rose up until their jaws were baring down so tight you could hear their teeth crack. 

It’s how it had gone with every job you’d taken in the beginning. Everyone was so wary of him - you must have missed the danger sign completely. It wasn’t until the fifth job you’d worked together that he’d started to trust you. 

Trust. What a delicate thing. 

“Do you trust me?” 

The words left before you could stop them. The anger that’d marked his forehead lightened as worry took its place. 

“Why you askin’ something like that?” 

“It’s a simple question, Joel. Do. You. Trust. Me. Yes or no.” 

You couldn’t explain why your mind raced back to the first time he’d claimed you. A part of you wanted that right now. To shut you up with a seal of his lips on yours. 

Shut me up. Shut me up before I regret this.

It had started raining. The storm coming in quicker than either of you’d anticipated. Your shoulders were sore and beginning to bruise from the weight of the cargo inside your pack. You’d told Joel it wouldn’t be a problem and that you could make it back to the QZ without any issues. So, when he’d called to find shelter until the worst of the storm had passed the relief had been instant. 

“We’ll hunker down here for the night. Hopefully, by the time the sun rises we’ll be back on the road.” 

“Sounds good. I’m going to change into warmer clothes.” 

There was no missing the slow smirk that rose on his lips. His body folded to sit on what piece of the couch didn’t have springs and holes jetting out between mildewed fabric. 

“Something funny?”

“Not at all. You’d do a lot better to pack more ammo for your pistol than extra clothes.”

“Clothes are a necessity,” you chimed in response. 

You dared a glance over your shoulder at his large frame. His body finally reclining back, an arm lazily slung over, as he confined to watch you search through your bag. What were you even trying to find again? Oh, right. Clothes. 

Joel was distracting in that rugged handsomeness sort of way. A way you wish you could pretend you’d never started to notice. It was becoming a distraction and one you promised yourself once you finished this job you wouldn’t worry about anymore. No more jobs equaled no more being finely attuned to the presence of an emotionally unavailable man. 

“Ammo is a necessity, sweetheart. The importance of clothes isn’t that high on my list of what’s gonna keep me alive.” 

His drawl thickened around the last and you fought not to shiver. Sweetheart was new and the tenderness of it wasn’t lost on you. Sweetheart was going to get you killed. 

“I’ll remember that the next time I catch hypothermia from fighting runners in the nude.” 

His deep laugh warmed your skin leaving a heated flush across your skin. You tried your best to distract yourself from him. Get the clothes. Go to the bathroom. You felt rooted to the spot. Your eyes took in a rare smile that crinkled his eyes in a way that softened him and turned him human. 

“Wouldn’t that be a sight.” 

“The spare clothes stay,” you replied, your arm tucking your said spare clothes against your chest. “I’ve got you to hold the ammo.”

You could’ve sworn as you turned towards the bathroom, you’d heard him mutter, “That you do, sweetheart,” but you chalked it up to your mind playing tricks on you. Joel wasn’t like that. He wasn’t ruled by emotion and, as much as you fought to say neither were you, you knew you were. 

Joel was a perfect example that your emotions couldn’t be trusted. Maybe that was the excuse you used for the reason you’d left the bathroom door cracked just enough for Joel to have a perfect view as you undressed. You’d blame it on the door being too rotted to move or being delirious from the cold. 

You could feel his eyes on you as you stripped with your eyes trained on your reflection inside the mirror. The moss that grew through the cracks distorting your image and betraying the facade of your calm expression with wide eyes. It wasn’t until after you’d taken the last leg out of your jeans that you felt him enter the room. 

Your eyes catching him inside the mirror. You weren’t exactly sure why you froze. Your next breath caged inside your legs with you unwilling to release it as you waited for his next move. It felt like minutes passed within that brief moment and somewhere within that time your initial uncertainty began to thaw. The mirror was trashed, but it was enough to catch the way his eyes hungrily drank in your body. 

You started to pivot on your feet to turn to face him when a calloused hand stopped you. The dampness of his shirt touched against the skin of your back eliciting a soft gasp to fill the room. The hand that held you steady moments before snaked around your front and dipped lower. You were pressed tightly against his chest now, and the bite of the cold that had been there seconds before was gone. Replaced now with the growing heat that stirred within your bones. 

It wasn’t until you felt the weathered skin of his lips against your ear that you realized you were leaning against him fully for support. 

“I can keep you warm. Would you like that, sweetheart?” 

A pleading sound rose up in your chest. A sharp nod all you could manage as you turned your head those few inches to meet the intensity of his gaze. Joel wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words of submission come from you, and you were all too eager to give them. 

“Yes.”

With one simple word you signed yourself over to him and Joel sealed his mouth over yours. The kiss was nothing sensual or romantic. It was an assault of lips and teeth. A thrashing of claiming as his arms wound around you, constricting you closer with a hand greedily filling up your breasts. Your nipples pinched deliciously between his thumb and index. 

Joel fucked you hard against the old porcelain sink until it broke. 

Looking at him now, you wondered if Joel realized yet that his eyes were full of pleading. You wondered if you told him what he was giving away f he’d release the hold he had on your face, his thumb lightly stroking at your bottom lip, as he searched your face for an answer you couldn’t give him. 

“Do. You. Trust-“ 

“What kind of fuckin question is that?” 

“A real one. An honest one.”

A few beats of your heart later and a sigh of recognition hefted itself off his shoulders. He thought this was a game. Maybe tell you what you need to hear and you would stop with this foolishness. 

“Yes, goddamn it. You know I do. What does it matter-“

“It matters to me. It matters to know that you’ll trust me to make a good decision.” 

“But you don’t make good decisions, sweetheart!” His face was overcome with a shade of red as he struggled to contain himself. Both hands on your face now as he begged you to silently stop where this was going. Where it was always going. “You think too much with your damn emotions and it’s going to get yourself killed!”

“Joel - are you scared to lose me?”

No faster than the words spilled from your lips did his entire body shut down. It would’ve been amazing to watch him compartmentalize himself away if it didn’t mean he was doing it towards you. 

“I know you are,” you whispered to him. “Let me hear you say it. I wanna hear you-“

Joel crashed his lips down onto yours hard enough your teeth clacked. His tongue ruthlessly demanded entrance to your mouth; stealing the very breath from your lungs. You tried to move closer to get a better hold of him, but found he was keeping you at arms reach. Just as fast as he’d started it, Joel pulled away from you. An apology written in his eyes as he turned and walked away leaving you alone inside the alleyway. 

You knew that Joel Miller was dangerous. You knew it in the wary way people moved around him and the way their jaws tightened until they cracked. You knew he was dangerous, and still, you decided to let him kill you long before the spores ever did. 

[kiestrokes]

TEAL, LAVENDER, RAZZMATAZZ, AND BURGUNDY (It’s Jenn) lol

Jenn!

TEAL = We have a lot in common. 🗝️ specifically a burning passion for the one Lim Jaebom and Christin

LAVENDER = You inspire me. 🗝️right back at you, still so in love with the world you created in winterfall!

RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you. 🗝️come over bestie, we are having tortellini soup and garlic bread grilled cheeses tonight 👨🏼‍🍳

BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you 🗝️ same! I love seeing your main handle because @deadneverlander and I refer to ourselves as witches of the waste 😅

Send some colors! 🌈

[littledemondani]

WAIT I meant cinnamon not plum lol I just got plum stuck in my head bc I want one lol

skdjskfs 😂😂😭

[minisugakoobies]

im also so here for more Lino from you 👀

Ahhh B I thank you for your support but that gif?! The - the sweat dripping?! ☠️

…yeah I NEED to write more of him 🫠💕

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny! For the end of the year asks, if no one’s asked already: 12, 15, and 20! 🖤✨ happy new year (almost)

Hey B! We're getting closer! 💕

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

I'm gonna take a minute and talk about YOU and how I'm so glad that @kiestrokes brought us into orbit together! I hope you know how happy it makes me when I see a message from you or a new post in my dash and I hope 2024 brings us even closer!

15. What's a bad habit you picked up this year?

I have definitely been less careful about my diet (I have food allergies relating to an autoimmune disorder). I really need to get myself back under control in the new year 😩

20. What's something you learned this year?

That every second is not guaranteed. Something I was always aware of but really hit home this year. Never let an opportunity to tell your loved ones that you love them pass you by.

Send me an end-of-year ask!

[minisugakoobies]

For the multi asks: 13, 15, & 16 ✨

13. Your new favorite song?

Oooh, B, that’s a tough one! I’ve been on a Bibi kick lately, so I’ll say Hongdae R&B since I can’t stop playing it. The mv drops tonight!

15. Show us your favorite K-pop meme:

Can’t pick just one!

16. An unpopular K-pop opinion?

I just answered this for Luce by saying I don’t have an answer 🤣 ummmm I wish there was less of an EP focus? Like fewer EPs, more full-length albums becuase this shit gets expensive fast 😫

Send me a kpop ask! 💕

[gimmethatagustd]

JHSDJFSDK as i sit here, very queer and hunched over my laptop

[eureka-its-zico]

Bestie. Bestie you know I’m deeply invested in Winterfall but also

PLEASE GIVE ME THE SUDDENLY I SEE YOU SPOILERS I HAVE BEEN WAITING YEARS.

Y E A R S

BESTIE! I can't give any SISY spoilers away because when I read what I wrote almost six years ago (MY GOD ITS BEEN THAT LONG?!?!?) I was like, this is hot garbage. So, I came up with a different plan of action. I think. I started working on it a little last night and I will send it to you shortly!!

But also my writing style slightly changed so it needed to be fixed, regardless.

I also worked on Winterfall again and I’ve been meaning to send you what I wrote so far, but keep forgetting. I then became overwhelmed because I felt bad that I should've been working on three different WIPS last night and kept flip-flopping back and forth until 6 a.m. this morning and ended up feeling like a failure.

[gimmethatagustd]

I know I’m late 😩 but my fave fics of yours are Nectar and Only Here to Sin maybe I just love how you write Jimin 🧐

i love you 🥺 jimin is just sooooo perfect. i have to do my best cuz jimin is precious yknow. he deserves the best

[gimmethatagustd]

Jai 🖤✨ For the ask game if they haven't been answered already:

4: what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t

37: when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

69: how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

75: do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

anyway ily 🥰

what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

here!

when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

here!

how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

oh god this is SO HARD for me. i'm not a very emotional person most of the time, so i have to spend a lot of time writing to get into the right headspace. the best way for me to do it is to listen to music that fits the vibes

do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

absolutely not lol. or i plan an ending and then it's different by the time i actually get to it

( jai is finally replying to asks )