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[chwstain]

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everything everywhere all at once (2022) headers !⠀

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[thevalonqar]

[cinepughs]

in another life, i think i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you ✰ everything everywhere all at once (2022) dir. by the daniels

[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (pt. 1)

warnings: smut MINORS DNI!! read sub headers for warnings ig?

(some include: degrading, slapping, dumbification) let me know if i’ve missed anything xx

youtiful was playing whilst i wrote this lol help

part 2, part 3

chan — mirror sex

because seeing you underneath him breathless and begging for more isn’t enough, he needs to see ALLLL of you all at once

would grab your hair whilst telling you to look at yourself, his “beautiful girl”

NECK KISSES. OMG SO MANY NECK KISSES

“most gorgeous girl in the world aren’t you baby?” he would make you agree by rutting quicker into you when you mewl a yes

grabbing your thighs, ass, tits. pretty much groping you all over

lee know — breathe play

no because he’s actually OBSESSED with watching your eyes roll back into your head from bliss

he’s so degrading with his words too?! “pathetic little slut gone all dumb on my cock?”, “be quiet whore” etc

would ask you if you want to breathe but would just laugh at you when you choke out “yes sir” like haha you actually thought?

FACE. SLAPPING.

would let go of your throat for like 3 seconds just to hear you gasp for breath and then his hand is around your neck AGAIN damn

“only good girls get to breathe baby”

changbin — gagging

would deadass SHOVE your head down onto his cock just to hear you choke on it, you’re heaving and everything

oml the amount of spit falling down your chin and onto your thighs is CRAZY

“fuck yesss baby girl. such a good girl taking my cock. shit-” whilst you’re literally suffocating on his dick

yanks at your hair, tugging you off him just to force you to look up at him with mascara running down your face and bloodshot eyes

he will NOT stop rutting his hips tryna get his cock further down your throat even though it’s allllll the way in man?

“love seeing you this much of a mess doll. fuck-”

hyunjin — breeding

i swear you and hyunjin have the most beautiful, loving sex ever !!!

like, he will cup your face with both hands whilst planting kisses everywhere on your face and calling you beautiful names

“my angel, you’re so pretty”

will practically BEG you to let him come inside you. “just wanna feel you around me baby”

WHIMPERING HYUNE FR

would tuck your hair behind your ears so the sweat on your forehead doesn’t make it stick to you :’(

“you’re just too beautiful sweetheart, please let me come inside your pretty little pussy?”

jisung — squirting

literally the most pussy drunk member of the group?!

as in, he would quite happily eat you out for hours but his FAVOURITE sight is you squirting (like, he’s actually obsessed)

literally BEGS for you squirt on his face because he wants to “taste you”

his chin would be such a mess from being allllll over your pussy but he’s the happiest he’s ever been seeing you moan uncontrollably from his fingers inside you

“want you to squirt all over my fingers baby, that’s it, thereeee you go”

KISSES KISSES KISSES EVERYWHERE

felix — dress up

you wanna rile felix up? wear a maid outfit and watch that guy FOLD

would deadass blush so hard when you ask him if you look pretty like duh, the man has a tent in his pants?

“did you dress up for me baby?”

SO MANY COMPLIMENTS !!

“you look incredible baby girl, can i touch you?” and how could you say no when he asked so politely aww :’(

“you drive me crazy y/n wow”

seungmin — orgasm control

he. is. filthy. with his dirty talk and loves degrading you whilst edging you over and over again omg

would actually laugh in your face when you beg him to let you cum

“who says i will even let you cum tonight baby? bad girls don’t get to cum do they?”

the way he speaks to you like he would speak to an actual dog gets you HORNY. “do you think you deserve to cum doll? have you been a good puppy? i don’t think you have”

and on the nights he would let you cum, he would force you to do it over and over again whilst laughing at your pleas because your pussy is RAW

“isn’t this what you wanted pup?”

jeongin — voyeurism

no because innie loves NOTHING more than to watch you pleasure yourself oml

like, you’d forbid him from touching himself just to see him get so worked up from the scene in front of him and he’s such a whimpering MESS omg

“please please let me touch myself baby, your pussy is so pretty”

SO. WHINEY. !!

like, he’s practically on the verge of tears from being so horny and not being able to touch his cock :(

when you finally let him touch himself over you, he would thank god and omg his whimpers when he comes are so subby omg omg omg

[soobnny]

imagine (a world like that) — yang jeongin.

trope. exes to not so lovers. bittersweet ending. a story of first loves. jeongin is an idol here.

synopsis. a trip back to busan on his break reunites jeongin with his first and only love — and it has him wondering, if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

word count. 3k words

warnings. none, just on the angsty bittersweet side

note. been wanting to write a first love reunion fic for a while (the 1 cameo and a line inspired from everything everywhere all at once). thank u to yun for instigating my terrible thoughts my 4lyfer and to ten for the Beautiful header ur massive big brain talent

Yang Jeongin stands on the train platform, cheeks colored red from the gust of the winter wind that greets him at the station.

He pulls his scarf closer to his nose.

When he decided to travel home by train, he didn’t anticipate it would take three and a half hours to arrive. On normal days, the travel towards Busan from Seoul usually ranged from 2-3 hours, but it took longer than usual due to the snow.

Jeongin doesn’t spend a long time in the station, opting to blend in with the chatter of people around him as he swiftly makes his way to the streets of Sujeong-dong. It’s still snowing, but he doesn’t seem to mind the snowflakes littering his hair and eyelashes.

Instead, he looks up at the sky, trying to see where the snowfall is coming from.

It rarely snows in Busan as it’s located in the least snowy region of Korea, but Jeongin is grateful for the gentle drizzle of white and the cold that’s just enough to leave visible puffs of warm breath when he sighs.

In his pocket, his phone is buzzing with the screen flashing a picture of Chan, probably to ask if he arrived home safely as he hasn’t had the time to send a quick text to their group chat.

Pulling a glove off, he slips his hand in the pocket of his coat, swiping right on the phone call. And it seems his hypothesis is correct when concerned spews bounce off of his phone’s speakers, Chan speaking at an unusually fast pace you’d be convinced he was the main and lead rapper.

He smiles fondly at the obvious care dripping from Chan’s tone, immediately informing the eldest member he had arrived well and intact (with a little teasing) before hanging up the call shortly after.

Jeongin moves through his hometown slower than usual in contrast to his busy, bumbling schedule the past year. He concedes to time, grateful to just be able to slow down for a second and appreciate the gentle snow and the cold breeze without shifting his attention every second.

Knowing his family would arrive home a little later in the day, Jeongin doesn’t feel the pressure to reach a destination right away. Instead, he lets his feet and mind wander to where they felt like going.

He should’ve known himself better to not be surprised at where he’s landed himself in.

On a different day, a few years back, Jeongin could still remember the feeling of a hand gently intertwined with his and the sound of starry laughter on the exact same path.

The memory leaves a foreign feeling in his chest.

Walking up the stairs to occupy a seat on the second floor of the traditional teahouse, Jeongin feels a gust of wind knock straight into his sternum at the sight that greets him. He isn’t to blame. This is the first time he’s seeing you after your teary goodbye’s a few autumns ago, and you seem just as surprised to see him.

He still remembers you as you were when you ended things. Your eyes were strong, but grief persevered in your irises as you told him you understood. Besides, you had been there to hold his hand through every audition, and you knew more than anyone how much he wanted it and how hard he worked towards achieving it.

So, you learned to trade your love for his dreams.

That day, as leaves fell from the trees, so did both of your hearts.

“Jeongin?” Your lips pull into a short smile, although it grows wider the moment you’re able to discern that this moment was real and Yang Jeongin was actually standing a few feet away from you. You could recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Hi.” He remains unmoving as he drinks you in, everything about you down to your movements. Your hair’s a little shorter now, and you preferred a different shade of lipstick.

All he can think about at this moment is how you look so pretty smiling, and how your lips must be so cold from the winter.

“Your hair’s black again. It’s nice.”

His hair is back to its original color, after dyeing it multiple times for comebacks and events, and it falls just above his eyes (with some strands moving past). It’s longer, and he can’t find himself to dwell on your compliment at the thought that you knew his hair wasn’t black before he came home.

A small, shy laugh leaves his lips as he scratches the back of his head. “Figured it needs a little rest before the company decides to dye it again.”

You mirror his laughter — that same starry sound that held light whenever you laughed, the same one Jeongin fell in love with.

You find it humorous how most of your conversations in this teahouse had held frustrations over your highschool, but now he was talking about his company and his hair he never thought to dye years ago.

“Would you like to sit with me?” You’re looking at him with your thoughtful eyes as you gesture the space across from you. On normal simpler days, he would’ve simply made his way towards the seat next to yours — but now you’re considerate enough to ask if he was even allowed to be sitting with you. That maybe you’d be caught and his image would be ruined.

Jeongin’s rushed to decide whether to pass on your offer or pull you back into his life (even if it was just for a few minutes). He finds it isn’t much of a difficult decision as he makes his way to your table, sitting comfortably by the window. He plants himself on the same ground that had given him so many treasured memories with you and that had taught him of hard lessons when he had to let you go.

Jeongin scolds himself for allowing himself to fall right back into you, not that his feelings had ever left. The bitter taste of heartbreak has always sat at the back of his throat, but it has always been easy to hide behind his busy schedules.

Under the guise of time, he convinces himself he’s moved on. Besides, it’s been years since you both said goodbye.

Time is cruel, and it is also one of the biggest liars.

“How have you been?”

You’re well aware it’d only take a five second search to find out what he’s been doing and what his group was up to, but you were genuinely curious to know how he’s feeling about everything.

It’s not like life teaches you to handle fame and pressure at such a young age paired with the peering and judging eyes of strangers who seem to want you more than anyone before.

People were never meant to grow up in such a cruel manner.

Your question snaps him out of his self-pity, but the genuineness in how you ask him has his heart twisting in the most painful way possible. He doesn’t know if the feeling is of love or of grief.

Jeongin doesn’t know how to respond either. He feels the crack in his facade widen, and all he wants is to run in your arms and cry and tell you how difficult it’s been and how horrible it is to forget how your hug feels like.

Instead, he settles with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He doesn’t think he has the right to hold you without your permission anymore.

“I’ve been good.”

His response is genuine. He couldn’t possibly wish for anything else — he was grateful for the opportunity to chase his dreams, for the 7 boys he crafted a family with, for the genuine love and support from so many people all around the world.

When he thinks back at the years, he feels eternally grateful, despite the exhaustion. It just sucked that the universe didn’t have a place for you in all that.

You push him to tell more stories, especially of his world tour, and he tells you how much more humid it is in the United States, or how lovely it is to walk around Japan, or how big the serving size of food is in Europe. He tells you of blue skies and loud screams and how fun it is to perform on stage.

What he doesn’t tell you is how much you would’ve loved to experience all that too. How much more fun it would’ve been if you were by his side.

He doesn’t allow himself to dwell on the thought too much. God knows how many nights he’s spent alone with the same questions of what if’s.

“And you? How have you been?”

“I’ve been good too. College feels a little repetitive, but somehow I’m grateful for that.” You hum, sipping at your tea before settling it back down neatly on the table.

An indefinable look flashes on Jeongin’s face when you mention college.

Within seconds, he looks everywhere in the room but you as he nods his head. He doesn’t tell you he doesn’t want to meet your eyes for the fear of seeing the life that could’ve been with you if he hadn’t forgone with his dream.

“You know… I’m so proud of you, Jeongin. I never had the chance to tell you before, but I’m so so proud. You’re so big now, I can’t even hug you anymore.”

His name sounds different falling from your mouth because it holds so much history.

I.N. is two letters he goes by now, but to you, he was still Yang Jeongin — the kid you grew up with, and the boy you end up falling in love with down the line. He wasn’t just a noun that followed a group’s name. He was much more than that.

He was your Yang Jeongin, the boy who defended you from towering bullies, the boy who hugged you as you cried on his shoulder, the boy who held your hand when you were afraid.

And maybe that, paired with the statement of you being proud, is the reason why his lungs twist and his eyes water a little. You’re tempted to reach out for his hand that’s resting on the table, but opt out of it.

“Greatness and success has always been waiting for you, and I’m so happy to see you’ve finally met it.”

There is nothing but truth behind your words. So many restless nights have led him to this moment, and you couldn’t be more happy. You’ve always known on the invisible string that tied Jeongin to success.

“I just wish you’d been there to meet it with me.”

His voice is just above a whisper as he stares down at his lap. You had always played a big role in his self-confidence. When he came to you in the form of a flightless bird, you taught him how to spread his wings so wide that he could finally fly.

“I’ve always been with you. Maybe not in the way you want, but I’ve always been there.” You break a smile, leaning forward against your will to finally tap his hand gently. “And I will always be there.”

His lips twitch, and he moves closer, craving for more of your touch — the touch he’s missed, the one his memory has so carelessly forgotten. You know by the way he stares at your hands that he got the message.

You both don’t say much after that. You simply enjoy your tea with each other’s presence, looking out at the pretty view from the window.

And this moment makes Jeongin so happy. Something as ordinary as sipping tea in the quiet with someone he’s fond of. Something as ordinary as the gentle snowfall in Busan, and the pretty view of the sun slowly starting to set beneath the mountains.

It’s new. But he likes the quiet, and he likes the peace, and he likes being home and having you as company.

He allows himself the time to recollect the moments he had with you in the same stout table with the same pillows on the wooden ground. It’s funny, looking back now, how the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes are no longer the ones with child-like wonder in them, but that of two people who had made it far down the line.

Jeongin’s trip back to Seoul in a few days will strip him of the chance to do ordinary things like this with you again, and the coming months and years will be one of loneliness again — despite being around people who loved him.

A part of him wishes you hadn’t asked him to sit down with him. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to relive the grief. He wouldn’t be left to wonder if your lips feel the same as a few autumn’s ago?

He doesn’t want this moment to feel like a distant memory in the years to come too. Will he forget the feeling of your hand gently tapping on his again?

“It was nice seeing you again, Jeongin.”

He lets his gaze drift back to your face, and in your transparent eyes, he sees the same grief persevering. “You’re leaving already?”

“I have classes tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

If you didn’t know him so much, you wouldn’t have noticed the way his eyes fall a little and how his smile grows a little stiff at the mention of you leaving.

You make your way to where he’s seated, and you ask if it’s okay to hug him, and he responds by gathering you in his arms like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it again (because he knows it will be… at least for a long time).

He hugs you with the prospect of memorizing the feeling of your arms around his body and your fingers rubbing gentle circles on his back and your face that fits so perfectly on his neck. There’s a pained look on his face that wants to solicit tears but he doesn’t allow himself to.

He doesn’t want your last memory of him to be teary-eyes.

Jeongin pulls you in his lap and leans back against the window, burying his face deep in your hair and hoping his memory won’t betray him this time.

His back is pressed against the glass, and if anyone were to walk by right now, they’d see him and your silhouette bunched up in his arms but he doesn’t seem to care about any of that right now.

All he cares about is your warmth and how close you are to him right now.

When you move to pull back, he whispers “one more second” as he grabs you back by the arm and presses you against his chest one more time.

His throat itches to tell you he loves you, but doesn’t think he can bear the response he’ll hear from you — whether it was an ‘I love you’ back or not. Especially when he’s leaving again and living an entirely different life than what could’ve been.

In the background, he can make out the high-pitched whistle of the kettle making tea, and the footsteps of customers flooding the teahouse. But all he can focus on is your heartbeat flush against his.

If he closes his eyes, Jeongin can picture himself with his gray hoodie you love so much, and his messenger bag from high school — walking you back and forth to your classes. Maybe he’ll join a sports team in your college, maybe he’d be in the dance program. He can picture himself kissing you again and again so freely, and hugging you just like this.

On his side of the world is life filled with so much opportunity, and everyday is loud like fireworks and extravagant and he could get whatever he could’ve ever wanted, but he finds himself wanting to stay a little longer in your side — where it’s quiet, where he can do the ordinary, where he’s just Jeongin.

When you finally let go from your hug, there’s a stifling silence as you walk to where the stairs are. But before you can make it far, Jeongin’s voice cuts through the winter breeze.

“(Name)?”

“Hm?” You look back one more time.

He breathes in and out.

“In another life, I would’ve really liked going to college with you, just holding your hand and… doing ordinary things.” He confesses quietly, but no matter how soft and vulnerable and shaky his voice is, you can still hear him.

You smile at him, albeit bittersweet.

“I would’ve really liked that too.”

You hope you were able to tell him everything that you needed to, and he hopes you can see in his eyes that he still cares for you deeply, and he will always care for you this much.

There is a sharp feeling in his chest when you finally descend from the steps, and a cry is brewing at his throat waiting to erupt when you’re no longer able to hear him. There is only so much he can do when you’re walking out of his life again.

It has always been his fate to go after his dreams, and it has always been in your fate to let him go.

The teahouse gives him another hard lesson. Perhaps his grief and love was always meant to coexist. That Jeongin can love his life right now, but still grieve over the life he didn’t get to live with the people who are no longer traveling beside him. Maybe it was always meant to be like this.

But he knows, from the way you looked at him for the last time, that there will always be a place in the world that’s waiting for him — not Stray Kids I.N., but just Yang Jeongin. That even when he falls in exhaustion and is stripped off of everything that’s shaped him to be desired by the public, he would still be loved and wanted.

Someone from home will always be waiting for him.

Your distance grows, and all Jeongin can do is stare at you long enough so he can brand you in his memory.

He begs the universe to be a little kinder to the both of you in your next life.

[ariicandy]

TBHK WRITER TBHK WRITER OMGOMGOMG MAY I PLS REQ A HANAKO X GN!READER? Heres plot i have in mind!)(reader is part of the seven mysteries so basically theres 8 now ig..)

Reader has always loved the ocean, they always enjoyed how the waves moved though they were born with a weak body and was always hospitalised also their parents were really protective with them and refuse enroll them into school. Of course, reader had read ocean water is salty but they never really got to taste never once had they went somewhere outside their home or hospital.

Reader eventually got better and soon their parents allowed them to attend school yet that allowed the tragic death of their only child. Now reader wonders around the school part of the 7 mysteries with the nickname of "the dutchess/Dutch swan" entering the school garden at 5pm and dancing to a specific melody would summon reader. Reader would ask the summonar to collect all items related to tje ocean including books, pins etc other 1 h and 30 mins failure to do would lead to death.

Basically thats what i have in mind! Perhaps reader met hanako when both of them were in school, and hanako really wants to bring reader to see the real ocean promising them one day they both will dance in the ocean.

Sorry if this is too long :(

HI HIII!! YES YES YOU HAVE AN AMAZING IDEA HOPEFULLY THIS KINDA WORKED N SORRY FOR LACK OF MOTIVATION </33

Hanako x GN!Reader; No.8 Of The Seven Mysteries, “The Dutchness/Dutch Swan”

CW/TW - A sentence or two about you dead but no details, mentions of bruises and scars

Super cool dividers n header

✦✧ : when you first encounter hanako, well Amane at school, it might because he saw how fragile you were like him. You were always at the hospital while he was always with bruises and scars being treated with bandages. But one thing for sure brought you guys together. Your love for the ocean/sea is always connected to the night sky to his love for space.

✦✧ : Once you guys talked backed to back about facts of the sea and space, paring them together being cute on scenarios of each other at that moment. People saw how close you were with Amane, do they must of thought you were also close to his brother, tsukasa! Amane/Hanako might be overprotective when your around tsukasa because as we all know, he has hurt him. So he’s willingly to take the hits if he needs to get you away from him if he ever acts weird or not “himself” at school. He cares too much seeing you getting hurt while you are very much more fragile than him, he always says to himself that you have it more harder than him because of your super fragile state. He cares too much for you being near tsukasa not wanting you to find the reason how they act only when it’s the two of them.

✦✧ : Amane/Hanako found out that you can’t go to the real ocean and only imagine by the pictures you see, all the items/stuff you have that remind someone of the sea, it breaks his heart by your parents not letting you have any freedom of seeing something you love so dearly as he does for space. He thought, “maybe your parents/guardian go with you to supervise you or over you?” Oh how you shakes your head breaks his heart into more pieces. He promised or even vows to show you more beautiful pictures of the ocean whenever he goes to visit or better ones from the stores that sell them like book stores.

✦✧ : oh how he wishes to bring you everywhere but can’t. He wants to bring you to see all the wonderful and beautiful places around that makes fall in love with the scenery like a child seeing fireworks or their favorite food. You were so perfect on your looks, looking like you never needed to do anything but dress how you wished you want. You both were on the school rooftop when hanako places his hands over yours and saying his vow to you, “[name], I promise someday I will find a way to bring you to see the ocean and we can dance, laugh and joke about anything or everything you enjoy. I promise to you one day I swear to my heart you’ll see the ocean!” Oh if only did both of you knew your guys’ time would run out before you even knew. :(

✦✧ : Your death was tragic and horrible, it didn’t only affect your parents and acquaintances in your school, it affected Amane/Hanako the most. It felt like something was just ripped apart from him like it was nothing, just some garbage waste or like some puppeteer didn’t have any use for you in any shows anymore. His heart couldn’t bare the love he had for you now has left this world just him fighting with himself. He kept his interest to space to himself not letting others know about it and hold very dear about the things you both imagine in your minds about the ocean and space. The moon and stars stand still as his love falls into the swirls and waves of the ocean..

✦✧ : it has, who knows how long since he died and been stuck being hanako 7th of the seven school mysteries, he was with Tsuchigomori and Yashiro because they both needed help distracting a supernatural that might have been under the influence of evil(tsukasa). He turned to face the window hearing something that caught his attention, being a beautiful sunset on the sky, a melody playing with someone dancing to it. He was memorized, that dance felt familiar to him like the melody also feels familiar until it clicked when he saw that student at the school garden that suddenly made someone appear. Yashiro and Tsuchigomori both looked at the window seeing hanako having a tear fall down his eyes, the student didn’t just dance to that melody coincidentally at the school garden otherwise there would have been a phone or table lying where you can see and barley the music. The student summon an unknown school mystery, No.8 of the seven wonders on the school, “ The Dutchness/Dutch Swam”

[the---hermit]

My Thesis Notebook

I have mentioned on several thesis diary entries that I keep all my notes and informations related to my thesis in a specific notebook. In one particular thesis diary I think I mentioned a few of the spreads I have created, but since I am now a bit more experienced (and almost at the end of this first notebook) I decided to do a specific post. I also got a couple of suggestions to make a specific post so here it is. It's goint to be a long post, so consider yourselves warned. (I will not include photos of the spread since they would make the post even longer, but if there's people who would like to see a few of them I could always make a separate post!)

I'll start by saying that I am getting my degree in history, which of course influences me on creating certain spreads that are not necessarily useful for everyone else. Although this I feel like the majority of these spreads can be either used by anyone or can be modified according to your needs.

The notebook:

For my own thesis notebook, I got this spyral notebook that has in itself three divided parts. This is in a way helpful, but I prefer things that are a bit more costumizable, so a good alternative could be either creating your own dividers when you need them, or using a binder. Both of these options could be a bit better than mine, because they give you a chance to keep everything as organized as possible. I still found my ways to oranize the notebook, but I'll talk about it later. I personally don't like binders because I find them uncomfortable to work in, and I do not like having loose papers everywhere, but it's a very personal things, and I get how functional they can be.

How to keep your notebook organized (and find things quickly):

If you decided to use a binder you can skip this part, but if you have a regular notebook these are things that are helping me to keep everything easy to find.

Big and bold headers at on each page can help you find things quickly, you could also decide to colour code them.

An index. I personally added post it notes at the beginning of each pre-made section of my notebook and wrote the contents as I was creating different spreads. Once I'll be done with the notebook I will add a proper index page to help even more.

Tab notes. These have become my best friends, I got a set of them with little owl drawing at the end of each, and since these illustrations are very different from one another in colour and design, I decided to assign a specific meaning to each one, to help me find important pages quickly. I have many spreads of the same kind scattered in the notebook, with this system I make sure I find everything super quickly.

Colorful dividers, if you are collecting you notes in a binder these are the best thing you can do to keep everything tidy. If you do have a notebook, but start working on it with a clearer plan than I did you could decide to do them yourself in the notebook, to have all the same spreads one near the other.

Types of spreads (I have used so far):

These have no specific order other than what I decide. I wrote them down as they are placed in my notebook, but you should order things in the best way for your work, or according to where your work is bringing you at the moment.

General notes. This is one of the most basic but useful spreads I have been using. As mentioned I have a big header on top of each of these spreads, and I have assigned a specific type of tab to find them quickly. I use these spreads for all the informations and thoughts that have no clear place in my notebook. I like to write the date of when I am writing each thing. In these spreads I have annotated part of my research process, reminders for when I had to go to the archive, important things to keep in mind, to do lists, generic informations on books and articles I wanted to read, and so on. These act like a sort of brain dump. I found it to be very useful to reread these notes every once in a while, and I have highlighted the most important stuff I have written on these spreads.

Thoughts and ideas. This is one of the most important spreads, if not the most important. To write an historical thesis you have to pose questions on an event, and use sources to find the answers (this is a very reductive description but it gives you an idea). In this spread I have annotated all the interesting questions that came to my mind, as well as all the interesting thoughts and reasonments that I had while working on the trial I am researching. To have a specific place to write all of these things down is fundamental, it's a place where all the inspiring things you thought of can be together for you to reread and share them with the professor who is following you during this work.

Specific notes/annotations of articles and books you read. These are very similar to what a normal study notebook looks like for me, but some things to keep in mind are: have the basic informations of the article/book written out (title, author, year of pubblication, where you found it, all the stuff that you'll need to quote it in footnotes, and to look for it again in the future), the page on which you find every piece of information you write down (it will save you a lot of time in your writing process). Finally have your own thoughts and ideas written in a different colours, this way you can tell apart the information you got from the book from your own work.

In my case, since I am also working on documents found in archives I have spefic spreads dedicated to notes regarding those documents. They are more or less similar to the previous spreads, but I prefer to mark them with a differet type of tab, that I am using only for archival sources.

Chapter ideas. Once you have a bit more of a plan on what your thesis will look like having a spread to write down all the chapters you'll have to write can be helpful. This way you can tick off each chapter as you write it (you very seldomly get to write things in order, so this way you have a clear plan in mind).

Sources spreads. I would recommend having a digital version of this, as it's going to be useful while you are writing, but I also like to have things written down by hand. In these spreads I simply wrote down the basic informations of all the sources I indend to use in my thesis. To have all of them in one place is a time saviour, and writing things down as you read them will make the task less overwhealming.

Chronology spreads. This is probably very specific for an historical thesis, but maybe someone could find this helpful. I have a couple of spreads with the basic chronology of the events I am studying. This way if I am in doubt whether a certain interrogation happened before or after other important events I have an easy way to access that information. These are very useful for when I work with archival sources that usually just have dates but no context beyond that.

Characters spreads. Similarly having a simple list of all people that play a role in the events can be so useful. You'll come across the same names over and over, but certain people are very loosely spoken of so this type of spread can help remember about them. It's also useful to write down basic informations, so their age, the city they are from, their profession, what role they have in the events, and so on.

Writing brain dump sections to plan ahead your writing, what is going to be in each chapter, in which order, etc. I personally have a specific notes secion, and then I plan on doing a brain dump for each chapter as I work on it. I write down everything I want to talk about in it, and then I just put a bit of order to my ideas, and create a more structured plan. I feel like having these things written down can help a lot. You'll have to remember less things, and you can tick them off as you go which is very satisfying, but also helps you remember about everything.

These are more or less all the spreads I have created and used so far in my thesis notebook. I also use my bullet journal for planning my work, but I will make a separate post on that.

I feel like this is all I can say for now about my thesis notebook. I am learning as I go, and I will surely figure more stuff out with time. But since when I started working on my thesis a couple months back I couldn't find any tips of this kind I thought it might be useful for someone else. If you are interested in other thesis content I journaled a bit my experience and progress so far in my daily entries. All posts that include these entries are tagged as #thesis diary. I have also made a post with a few tips and useful information on the writing process that you can find here. As I mentioned I will also post more on the subject, and although I am still working on my thesis my inbox is always opened if you need to ask something, or just want to share your own experience. This type of work is exciting, but scary as it's an important conclusion to your years of studying, so talking to other people can be very helpful to get some of your anxieties out.

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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (february 5 - february 12)! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

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Wow yandere sure are cool

can I request the yandere alphabet for Mukuro Ikusaba?

quick a/n ;; i'm probably not going to be active for the next 3 or 4 days... so requests will be closed... at least until i clear my inbox (which will take awhile)

i had shit loads of fun writing for izuru (even though yandere izuru is so fuckin' tough to write for)

hopefully i have as much fun with mukuro as i did with izuru

also i disagree yandere are scary as especially men yandere

this is a GN S/O btw!

rushed this, remade it, rushed it again. imagination juices running out. for some reason i have motivation to write when i'm about to go to sleep... ah fuck.

thanks for requesting!

prompt ;; yandere alphabet

prompt list ;; here x3

warnings ;; mentions of stockholm syndrome, murder, cutting off s/o's uuh hand

creds ;; i got help from mod willow for C,T, W and Z! we have a shared blog you can find here. thanks willlow <33

~ mod sitaya

Mukuro Yandere Alphabet

i don't have a header for mukuro yet... 😭

A - Affection - How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

mukuro could and will definitely get pretty intense with her physical affection. she just wants to show you she loves you for real... so why do you keep pushing her and her efforts away?

B - Blood - How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

very veeryyy messy. mukuro would do anything to keep you safe and hers. anybody unfortunate to be considered a rival would be eliminated the first day the talk to you. "s/o, they were useless, don't cry over spilled milk,".

★ C - Cruelty - How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

when you first wake up tied to the bed, mukuro wouldn't walk in and personally explain it to your face. instead, you'll find a piece of paper with everything scribbled onto it. and the first few weeks ikusaba would try to make everything more... comfortable, and enjoyable for you. however, once it's been awhile with her, she'll start to be more strict. she'll only mock you if you make an attempt to escape, but other than that she won't say anything negative about you.

D - Darling - Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

no, unless once you've developed stockholm and consent to anything else, mukuro's keeping her hands to herself.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

when you first get abducted, no. she would listen to your every command, leaving you alone whenever you requested and answer almost all your questions. but if you ever attempted to escape, she would get more strict and intense. never keeping her eyes off you for even a second (even when you're sleeping), almost always having some sort of physical contact and so on.

F- Fight - How would they feel if their darling fought back?

most of the time she finds it cute. "aww, is s/o trying to tire themselves out?". this would also be a time when she would mock you, intentionally or unintentionally.

G- Game - Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

yes and no. she loves seeing you think she wasn't watching and explore the house, attempting to pick locks or open windows. her real goal is really to just have a life with you. in her eyes kidnapping you was taking you with her to start a brand new, fresh life, bringing nothing from her past but you.

H- Hell - What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

during a punishment. specifically one after you tried to escape. "i'm sorry s/o you made me do this, i can't have you running away and leaving me," mukuro would calmly say before the cleaver she clenched in her hand came rushing down. you squeezed your eyes shut, tears still streaming down her face as you felt warm blood splatter everywhere. and worse of all, it was yours.

I- Ideals - What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

like in letter G, all mukuro wants to do is start a fresh new life with you with nothing in her or your way. she doesn't understand why you still resist and want to leave. sometimes she'd even consider reaching out to junko for advice.

J- Jet - How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

pretty darn quickly. you were the only person who hadn't treated her indifferently or like a servant. how could she not fall for you? you were so innocent, and all you wanted to do was befriend her and give her hope and light.

K- Kisses - How do they act around or with their darling?

something like how she acts around junko. whenever you tried to hit her or fought back, she'd just say "oh s/o is trying to kill me with their bare hands... how much i would enjoy that despair..." or mock you. she'll also listen to everything you say, but not believe every lie you make. if you were hungry, she'd get you your favorite food(s), if you were tired, she'd bring in a white noise machine, lower the temperature of the room and tuck you into bed before leaving you be.

L-Lonely - How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

she wouldn't be apart from you. if you two were required to be apart, she'd refuse, and probably lie about being your guardian or something, just so she could stand by your side and hold your hand. what if somebody hit on you? she couldn't do anything to protect you if you two were apart!

M- Might - How aggressive would they be towards you?

not aggressive at all in general. in fact she'd be pretty submissive. however she wouldn't always do your exact request, just to show you can't take advantage of her.

N- Naughty - How would they punish their darling?

the severity of the punishment depends on what you did. the worse being attempting to escape, of course. if it was something minor like you ignoring her, she'll lock you up in a dark room for an hour or less before letting you out. the worse for when you attempted to escape, you can find at the letter H.

O- Oppression - How many rights would they take away from their darling?

only the necessary ones... such as you never having privacy and never being able to leave the house unless she trusts you to the max. you'll start off with barely any rights, so you'll have to earn them as time passes.

R- Rain - Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

not forever, just most of the time, especially your first months alone with her. once you start behaving, whether you've developed stockholm or you're just pretending, there would be those rare days where she'd drive you around the city and even get you something from a store, with you still in the car obviously.

S- Stalker - Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

before she abducted you, pretty intense. she needs to make sure her dear s/o is safe and not in need of rescuing!

★ T- Tears - How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

she feels like absolute shit, especially with the knowledge that the reason you're doing it was because of her. during one of these periods, she'd go easy easy on you. heck she'll even let you roam around the house freely for that day and leave you alone, give you privacy and all that good stuff.

U- Unique - Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

she'd sometimes give you false hope, saying someday she'll allow you to wander freely outside for a specific amount of time, with many rules, of course.

V- Vice - What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

you could pretend to develop stockholm syndrome, day by day. she'd be very gullible around her darling, believing mostly everything they say. once you've proven yourself, mukuro will allow you some outside time. the first time, you'll still be under a strict eye. however, as time passes, eventually, you'll be alone outside, and hopefully during your treacherous, you've formed a plan, since mukuro's not letting go ever.

★ W-Wild Card - a random yandere headcanon.

usually after a punishment, mukuro would kiss your wounds after that before rubbing cleaning alcohol onto it and bandaging it. not only that, whenever you screamed at her to leave you alone, she'll actually leave you alone for an hour or less. still watching you from a distance, of course.

★ Z - Zenith - Would they ever break their darling?

never. if you ever do lose your sanity, it would most likely be during a punishment or one of those periods where she neglects you. and once you do, she'll do anything and everything to get you back to normal. she would even drive you around in her car, with the doors and windows locked, of course. sometimes though, she'll give you false hope by saying "oh s/o, you've been so good lately, perhaps i'll let you see your family again someday," it makes her feel euphoric whenever she saw your face light up and whenever you'd ask her when "someday" was.

hi! i'm back, this request was almost done, so i quickly wrapped it up in a library during my break. hope it isn't too obviously rushed and bad!

[shadowisles-writes]

Glass of Your Rearview (Part 2) [Feysand]

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A/N: I am so excited to be continuing the fic created by @the-lonelybarricade​ for this writing circle. You can read part 1 here and find the masterlist for every fic in the event right here.

Word count: 3012

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Feyre’s milkshake nearly went through her nostrils from how hard she was laughing sitting across from Tarquin. It should have been embarrassing, but he was laughing just as hard, his deep voice filling the small diner with the sunshine he seemed to carry with him everywhere he went.

“I just-” Tarquin made a clapping motion with his hands. “Slammed straight through the wall.”

Feyre laughed harder as she imagined the scene. An eighteen years old Tarquin, drunk out of his mind and running into his dorm room through the wall that separated it from the kitchen rather than use the door. She remembered the walls being paper thin in their building, but she never expected anyone to break through one of them.

“How bad did that hurt?” She asked once she had regained her composure.

It was hard to stay cool while sitting across from a man as handsome as he was, especially since he had effortlessly made her laugh like a schoolgirl the entire night. His white hair framed a face of hard lines that were almost always smoothed into an easy, smiling expression whenever he was looking at Feyre. Ocean eyes contrasted with the darkness of his skin and captivated her attention to the point she was worried she’d never be able to look away from him.

“I had a minor concussion,” Tarquin shrugged. “Considering everything, I came out pretty unscathed.”

“I can’t wait to know what you’ll break the next time you get drunk,”

“Come on, it was five years ago, I’m not as much of a disaster now. I’m just very friendly when I’m drunk.”

“You’re a very friendly person, full stop.” Feyre corrected. Tarquin could get along with anyone, he was just the right amount of funny and charming to put someone at ease. “You make everything easy,”

“That a bad thing?” He cocked his head to the side.

His hand was in the middle of the table, as it had been for most of the evening, waiting to be held. Feyre liked that he had left it there whenever he didn’t need it, patiently waiting for her, never rushing for anything. He hadn’t rushed her for the date either. In fact, Feyre had been almost sure he wouldn’t be interested anymore by now.

Tarquin was the first guy to ask her out during their first year of college. They lived in the same building and hit it off instantly, but after the events of that summer (Feyre had done a great job of not even thinking his name for five years, she wasn’t about to break that streak now) she had to turn him down and take time for herself. And so, Tarquin had been a great friend for years and occasionally showed some extra affection to show he may still be interested but never asked her out again.

“No…” She slid her hand forward, her fingers brushing his. “No, it’s a good thing.”

Tarquin smiled and linked their fingers together, his thumb gently rubbing over the back of her hand. “I’m glad you called, Feyre,”

“So am I.”

This was easily the best first date she had ever had. People who said you should fall in love with your best friend may have been right all along. Not that Feyre was in love with Tarquin, but she could see herself getting there. She could picture the next dates, the good and the bad that would keep them together, the affection and the growing feelings. Tarquin could be the perfect fit for her.

It was with a smile on her face that Feyre slid out of her side of the booth and followed the neon pink arrow to the bathroom in a faraway corner of the diner. She walked down a set of narrow stairs before finally finding it and taking a few minutes in there. Feyre wiped her clean hands dry when she was done and adjusted her hair in the mirror. She couldn’t help the way the corner of her lips turned up

She was happy. It wasn’t something she usually allowed herself to think, but she was. Things were finally falling into place in her life, and Tarquin seemed to be the last piece of the puzzle. He completed it perfectly with his piercing eyes and dazzling smile. Feyre had never had such a good time on a date before, and it was making her giddy. Would he kiss her when he dropped her off at home tonight? Or would he hold her hand to walk her to the door and give her the choice of making a move if she wanted to?

Feyre was still thinking about the way tonight was going when she exited the bathroom and saw him. She stepped back against the door that had just shut like a cornered animal as Rhysand walked down the last step of the stairs. Even then, he was still so much taller than her. His dark hair was a little longer than she remembered, his violet eyes weren’t sparkling the way she was used to in brighter lights, and maybe he had gained a few muscles in the past years, but it was definitely him. Even without seeing his face, she would have recognised the easy grace with which he carried himself.

“Hello, Feyre darling.” He stopped when he was so close she had to tilt her head back to look at his face.

“Rhysand,” she breathed out his name for the first time in years, “how…” Feyre cleared her throat and steadied her voice. “I didn’t know you were back in town,” and in this diner.

God how she wished she could have seen him from afar on a street before running into him. Her brain was scrambled into useless mush the second he came into view and the wounds she thought had healed after his departure reopened with his proximity. If she had been prepared to see him maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. Her chest ached in a way she had forgotten it could.

“All those years of friendship and you give me Rhysand?” He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. Feyre hated him for it. She almost corrected herself, but using his full name kept a distance between them that she desperately needed.

The silence stretched for several seconds before he gave in. “I got homesick.”

Liar. Rhysand had always hated this town, it was too small for his ambitions.

“Right.” Feyre glanced past his shoulder, unable to reach the stairs without making him move out of the way first. Her heart hammered in her chest and her cheeks burned, she needed to get out now. “Guess I’ll see you around.” She hurriedly pushed past him, her shoulder knocking into his before she took the stairs two at a time to get as far from him as she could get.

The walk back to Tarquin barely gave her time to recover, she was so tense she was grinding her teeth hard enough to give herself a headache.

“Everything alright?” He asked across the empty table, their milkshakes having been cleared soon after she had gotten up for the bathroom.

“Yeah, just getting tired,” Feyre lied and forced a smile.

She had been so sure about this. It took her five stupid years to get to this date, and he had ruined it in less than a minute. The power he still had over her was unfair.

“How about I get you home?”

Bless this man for always finding a way to give her what she needed and making things so easy. Her smile relaxed into something more natural as she nodded. “Thanks,”

The drive was silent but it was so short that there was no time for it to become awkward. Feyre didn’t argue when he got out of the car to walk her up to her door, though she was in no state for a kiss. She had her keys in her hand before she was at the door, preventing him from holding it and giving her something to fidget with.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Tarquin said once they reached her front porch.

Yes, tomorrow, after she had gotten some sleep and a chance to sort through her thoughts. “That sounds good, thank you for tonight,”

“Any time Feyre,”

Tarquin’s hand reached up to her jaw, and she did the only thing she could think of to avoid a kiss without outright rejecting him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and lifted herself to the tip of her toes to brush her lips against his cheek. To his credit, if he was disappointed, he didn’t show it at all. He only gave her one last soft smile before she unlocked her door and stepped inside her home.

The pressure on Feyre’s chest slightly released when she found herself alone and free of expectations. She let her smile crumble and her shoulders dropped as she got rid of her clothes to slip under the covers of her bed, teeth unbrushed and make-up still on. She just wanted the comfort of her blankets and pillows. If only her brain hadn’t chosen that exact moment to remember what had happened between her and Rhys the last time they had been on a bed.

Tears stung at the back of her eyes, and there was no point in holding them back. Feyre clutched her pillow tight and spent her night crying for all of the feelings she had repressed since he had left her.

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Tarquin called well into the morning, after Feyre had showered and gotten herself together, but she still couldn’t bring herself to pick up. She let the phone ring until he was sent to voicemail, only to find out he had left one a second later.

“Hey Feyre, it’s me, I hope you’re good. I’m just calling because I wanted to say I really enjoyed last night, it was nice, and if you want to do something again soon just give me a call when you have time. Or text or whatever’s easiest. Hope I’ll see you soon, bye.”

She couldn’t just not reply. If she put it off, she’d leave him hanging for a whole day at least and he deserved better than that. She forced herself to type a text apologizing for missing his call and saying she felt a bit under the weather today so they could maybe meet up again in a couple of days. By then, she would be fine.

Feyre needed to make it a certainty. Things were looking good for her. She had been convinced of it last night and she wouldn’t let Rhys ruin everything so easily. Tarquin was perfect, he was everything she had ever wanted in a man, and she wouldn’t throw away a chance to build a relationship with him just because the man who had left her heart in pieces had suddenly reappeared.

And so, a few nights later, she found herself sitting in one of the local bars with Tarquin to enjoy their live music night. It was too loud to really talk except in between songs, but the set wouldn’t last the whole night and they enjoyed the vibe the small band was creating. Feyre relaxed after the first few sips of her drink, the ghost of Rhysand no longer present in her mind as she managed to focus fully on Tarquin.

This was what she wanted. Something comfortable, so easy it felt natural for them to be together. Spending her time with Tarquin was like coming home and curling up by a fire at the end of a long day. It was lovely and reassuring, the stability most people could only dream of.  He was the steady rock in the middle of her ocean. Rhys, in comparison, was a storm. Unpredictable, exhilarating but ever changing. Rhys, she told herself, wasn’t what she wanted anymore.

She was confident in her decision until he strode in through the door. The all black outfit should have looked tasteless, but it fit him perfectly. Even dressed in something that others used to blend in, Rhys sucked up all of the attention in the room. Everyone noticed him, though most were subtle with their staring, but Rhysand only had eyes for one person in this bar.

Feyre felt his stare burn her skin. She tried to avoid his eyes, glad that Tarquin had his back to him so he couldn’t notice what was going on. Why was he doing this? Feyre needed to know. He was the one who left her all those years ago, so why was he back now out of all times, staring at her like they shared a secret. They didn’t share anything. Not anymore, anyway.

Unable to take it any longer, Feyre grabbed Tarquin’s empty glass and her and used the drinks as an excuse to make her way to the bar. All she had to do was ask him why he truly came back, and then tell him she didn’t want anything to do with him. It seemed easy enough until she reached his level.

“You look good, Feyre,” Rhys complimented, leaning against the bar close to her.

“Why did you come back?” She set the empty glasses on the bar and hoped the polite gesture would make the bartender serve her a little bit faster. It was a busy night, and she didn’t want to be stuck with Rhys for longer than what was strictly necessary.

“How long have you been with that guy?” He dodged her question and glanced at her table with disdain.

 “That guy?” Feyre glared at him. “That guy is the one who picked up the pieces after you lied to me and left me like all you wanted was a quick fuck before you disappeared five years ago. So you can shove that tone up your ass.”

Rhys should have apologized, but the way she stood up for herself only made him smile. “I missed you, Feyre. I came back for you.”

Her blood chilled in her veins. For her? What gave him the right to say something like that when she had spent so much time fighting to get over him.

“What makes you think I ever wanted you to come back?”

“Nothing. London was my dream, but it sucked because you weren’t there and I missed you like hell every moment of it. I’m here now because you were never just a quick fuck Feyre. You were everything. You were my best friend, and I should have told you I was in love with you back then when we still had time to make it work, but I was scared and stupid. I’m here now to try to make up for it, whatever it takes.”

That was uncharacteristically honest for someone like Rhys. She didn’t know what to do with so many words, but it was still far from an apology and it was coming five years too late.

“I don’t need you here.” Feyre glanced back at Tarquin, who turned to look at her at that exact moment. She tried to give him a smile, but her lips barely moved up.

“You never needed me,” Rhys said. “But you could want me, and if you realize that you do, you should know he’s not your only option.”

Maybe Feyre’s eyes had screamed save me when she looked back, because a second later an arm wrapped around her body and the warmth of Tarquin’s chest met her back.

“Everything alright?”

“Feyre and I were just having a great time catching up,” Rhys looked him up and down before picking a piece of lint off his sleeve.

“Rhys and I grew up together around here,” she helpfully provided, her hand resting over Tarquin’s on her skin. She wouldn’t lie and say the main reason she was touching Tarquin wasn’t to bother Rhys, but she also had to admit it felt nice to have him so close to her. Safe, comfortable. This was what she wanted. “He moved to London five years ago and is just back in town.”

“It’s always nice meeting some of Feyre’s friends,” Tarquin politely said though he didn’t extend his hand in greeting.

“Yes, friends, that’s what we were,” Rhys chuckled, looking only at Feyre. He let the silence drag for a few long seconds before wrapping his fingers around his drink. “I guess I’ll leave you two to your night,”

His point had been made. Feyre turned to face Tarquin and his hands dropped back to his sides.

“So that was… your ex?”

“No— I mean, it’s complicated.” I was never his girlfriend but we almost fucked after he asked me to marry him. “But no, we weren’t— It’s just…”

“Complicated?” Tarquin finished for her.

Feyre deflated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for things to get so weird tonight,”

“Is he the one who left you so messed up five years ago?”

How he saw through her so easily, she didn’t know. Perhaps it wasn’t that hard to connect the dots when she mentioned he had spent five years in London and Feyre had her heart broken around the time he left.

“Sort of,” she nodded, wanting to tell him the truth but not ready to go into details. There was too much history between them. She couldn’t unpack it for herself, let alone explain it to someone else.

“I’m going to be honest, Feyre, I waited a long time for a chance to be out with you like this, and I’m not here for complicated.”

“It’s not complicated now,” she swore. Tarquin was right, he deserved better than that and she was determined to give it to him. “I haven’t heard from him the whole time he was away, I was surprised to know he was back in town.”

He accepted her explanation without more questions, his eyes communicating a silent I trust you. The only thing Feyre wanted was to make sure she’d always be worthy of that trust.

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Hey, Sophie!!! Are there any tips you have for writing or starting a new blog? You really inspired me to start a writing blog <33

i'm so happy i inspired you!!!! 💗 below the read more are just what came to mind, but if u have any other questions pls let me know!

blog wise 🧾 —

one: stylization. choose a theme and/or color palette (2-3 colors) and stick to it. stylize your [writing] posts to look nice and pleasing to the eye. aesthetic is important. you want people to want to click on your writing. if your post is just the title, warnings, and then the writing, with no header or divider (esp with no read more), you're likely to get less interaction. if you're the kind to get quickly bored of a theme, then stylize your posts in a way which will look good with any palette.

two: fandom. be aware of what fandom you're writing in. if you're writing for a smaller fandom, then the audience your going to reach is smaller, and vice versa. if you want to get popular/for your writing to reach a bigger audience, i recommend writing for a popular fandom. you can reach out to smaller stuff once you have a sizable amount of people that will read whatever you put out. of course, it's all up to you— write whatever you like, and for whatever you like! don't be disheartened by lack of interaction. what's most important is that you're happy with your work.

three: navigation. making your blog easy to navigate is important. tag the writing with a writing tag, tag your misc text posts, tag readers gender, tag reblogs, tag discourse (though i recommend keeping discourse entirely separate from your writing blog, as fanfic is mostly used as an escape), everything— this is important for your blogs navigability. i only tagged my text posts in the beginning and now i have to go back and add tags to my older posts so people can have an easier time going through my writing. it sucks. so much so that i've been putting it off and only have like, 10 writing posts tagged properly rn. save yourself the trouble and do it from the start!

writing wise ✒️ —

one: readability. you do not want your work to be hard to read or to understand. it's important to be concise, and to simplify sentences when they become too jumbled. note: i am not saying to dumb down your writing, but accessibility is necessary if you want your work to reach a bigger audience. just keep this in mind when rereading your work. i elaborate further on what i mean by 'readability' below.

two: word-usage. it's important to note that there's a fine line between showcasing your vocabulary, and using words you don't fully understand to impress an audience that truly does not care for it. call it black, not stygian. say it was dark out, not "the tenebrous clouds loomed over the crepuscular sky".

i'm not saying to completely remove words that may challenge your readers vocabulary. no, most people actually like learning new words. but it's important to know the distinction between learning a new word, and being overwhelmed by them to the point you can't fully understand what's being described.

there is a time and place. there will be a time where calling the color black stygian or pale green glaucous feels right. that is not going to be when you just learned of the words existence. these moments should feel and be natural, not forced.

three: word-choice. you can tell a lot of things just be using a specific word. if a character is meant to be seen as strong and mighty, you can paint how weak the reader makes them (this is under the assumption u want to write fanfic but this applies everywhere dsbxjdbd) by calling their blushing 'delicate' or 'fragile' in direct juxtaposition to their persona. readers r gonna understand the subtext.

four: familiar phrasing. familiar phrasing are phrases, or certain words strung together, that are familiar to the reader— to a detriment. phrases such as "a shiver ran down his spine", or describing a storm as "raging", are all familiar phrasing. They aren't unique descriptions, and while every sentence doesn't need to be perfect, this is still something you can work on on your own pace.

what's most important is what you're invoking for the reader. you could describe a sun's reflection on the sea as just that, the sun's reflection— or you could describe it as a second sun dipping beneath the horizon, gold and glittery, honey dipped in water... whether those descriptions resonant with the reader is unknown, but at least they evoke something that is unfamiliar. they paint a picture that is distinct from simply a sun's reflection. keep it in mind! ^^ i think that's all i have to say for now... sorry if my wording was a little wonky in places, it's 1 am for me rn... but i still hope this helps nonnie, and feel free to msg me again if u want me to elaborate further on any of these or if u want my advice/tips on something more specific..!!! <3