#hayans writings

[hayanwulf]

Stephen closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, then opened them, looking straight at his doppelganger’s blue-green eyes, identical to his own. “The Multiverse?”

The other man hummed, tilting his head a little. “While the Multiverse does, indeed, exist, that’s not where I’m from.”

Stephen’s eyebrows creased, his thoughts running in uncertain directions, because if that wasn’t the correct answer, then literally any other explanation would be pure science-fiction.

“I’m from this universe. To be more precise, from the future.”

Stephen scoffed. Or laughed. He wasn’t sure which, wasn’t even sure if he recognized the sound that came out of his throat. “Yeah, right. You time traveled, because obviously that’s something possible.”

“Clearly,” His doppelganger drawled. “Since I am here, proving that it is.”

Stephen rubbed his palms over his face, and then shook his head as his hands fell to his sides. “No.”

His doppelganger seemed completely unfazed by his refusal, like he’d been expecting it. He simply adjusted his position on the bed to sit more comfortably, and began.

“Your first ever crush was a boy named Darin from your class, but you tell everyone that it was a girl from junior year. While hitchhiking your way to New York, you met an old lady in Ohio who gave you food and shelter for a few nights. Years later you anonymously paid for her lumbar discectomy. You worked part-time at the library during your first year in Columbia, but that wasn’t enough to pay the bills so you worked at a gay stripper club once every fortnight.”

Stephen was pretty sure that he wore an utterly comical gobsmacked expression right now.

“I could keep going. You lost a bet to Christine during second year of residency and had to take up three obstetric rotations in a row. You ran into Tony in a coffee shop and agreed to a date out of spite, just to prove that you’re absolutely capable of being a good date.” The doppelganger paused then, a wistful expression crossing his face for a moment. “The day Donna.. right before she stepped on ice, the two of you were talking about—”

“Alright, stop,” Stephen forced out of his throat with too much effort. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm the tide of emotions that threatened to drown him. “I believe you.”

[sinligh]

I’m my mother’s favorite child; I’m full of sacrifices.

Hers and mine, and so many women before us Substituting security and affection with systematized delusions.

I'm falling down the rabbit hole, not because of curiosity, nor distraction. But because of something akin to reality call.

All the rage that belonged to my ancestors before me, spilt ink that I spend my days crying over

And i wonder if I’m the one dragging it along with me, or is it the emotion that keeps weighing me down.

I was raised to be paranoid mother said that will protect me when she’s not around..

Now, I’m just my mother’s child and I only know how to define versions of myself through her.

Always free, never enough.

A mother lullaby can blend into her child's bones, my mother used to lull me to sleep by humming

"I love you madly, enough to embrace you in my eyes and see the world through you as I cover you with my eyelids"

I’m my mother’s daughter, a wound that refuses to heal.

I poke at it every time I question how can i convince someone who spends days and nights writing and rewriting my future that i grew up to be blind to all that is prewritten ?

That l'm building a pathway for a little life In the shadows of dreams that are out of my reach

That silk sutures hold my organs in place and lies dressed in white sew me dreams that my brain didn't dare to conjure.

That i learned to dilute the amount of love I have for everyone in my life. I don't understand the whys and hows of it but I know that I'm at the stage of life where I don't love without guarding myself.

And I refuse to be punished for feeling anymore, even if it meant I'II only ever know rage.

Meaningless and absolute.

I lose my details as i go. Leaving tracks of my soul behind me.

I shed pieces that i don't know how to define, like a snake does its skin. The only difference is that a lot of my potential lay there underneath it.

I think i overlooked discipline in my journey to search for wildness and inspiration,

and it seems like the only consistent in my life is my desire to change.

I know empathy the way I know my father. Should be present; but isn't. And I'll never be my mother, doesn't matter how much of herself she sees in me.

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•Quotes:Elana Dykewomon/ Chelsea g. summers/Azra.T/Robert Goolrick/hayan charara/Hannah Green/Sylvia Plath/ Fariha Róisín

•original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Winged Goddesses. Psyche II - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 2.Winged Goddesses. Psyche Il - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 3.Winged Goddesses. Psyche Il - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 4. 2. Metamorphosis 2 by Giovanni Gestel. 5. My Crisis are Blessing by Andrea Galad. 6. Papillon |I" or "Woman in Wings", by Louis Icart. 7.Art by Will Kim. 8. Art by James Jean.

[headlightsforever]

Hayan Charara

[neominthe]

SPOILERS FOR SCTIR FOR +CH 200

CW: (possibly) Eating disorder ED, depression

Something that keeps me awake at night: at the beggining of the story, Yoohyun's death isn't so painful for the viewers, because we only see what is on the surface of the Han brothers' life. It's through memories and flashbacks that we get to learn 3 facts: Yoojin dedicated his entire life to Yoohyun, they parted ways and in the end they reunited, only for one of them die. That's the introduction of SCTIR for us. Moreover, Yoojin is desesperate to leave the past behind, so he doesn't linger on his traumatic memories for too long, hence why the pain of reading SCTIR isn't instant.

It is gradual.

Yoojin and we learn that the past was never erased. It still happened, and exists in the form of Yoohyun's body out in the cold. Gradually, it becomes more apparent how Yoojin is still so affected by his previous life, despite his fear resistance skill. It starts with small things like him avoiding eating unless someone tells him to do so, always occupying himself with tasks that could be handled by someone else, negative thoughts about himself for every single action he takes and so on. I love, with all my heart, the manhwa, but the novel makes it so much more apparent how Yoojin loathes himself, to the point he keeps wishing he wasn't a human being, rather an item for his brother to use. It's so messed up to want to abandon all your humanity, feelings and concept of self just so you can be of help.

SCTIR is fun to read, but even more so with the unreliable narrator that is Yoojin. He sees what he does as nothing impressive, considering the people he is surrounded with, despite running the kisengsu facility, negotiating with the hair loss company to develop a new product, managing Seok Hayan's research team, mantaining diplomatic ties with Japan, training and helping other hunters and, most importantly, caring for all the S classes. He worries for their well-being because it's only natural for him to do so, as the Perfect Caregiver.

And, in the middle of it all, the only thing Yoojin spares for himself is hate. He doesn't want to live long for himself, but rather for Yoohyun, even though Yoojin already has been through the pain of loss. When Yoojin died in chapter 241, the first thing that he thought was Yoohyun. He didn't even think about how much it hurted dying (with a freaking shot on the head)! He just wanted to reunite and soothe Yoohyun that he was okay.

Speaking of which, in Sigma's arc, as Yoojin was alone, he really stopped caring for his well-being, so Sung Hyunjae took that role and did everything he could to help Yoojin. But, for him to even have to create a quest just so Yoojin could eat is what sparked my lizard brain to write this post.

My point is, there isn't an arc dedicated for recovery (at least until the chapter I have read that is like, ~300) and that is beautiful, because Yoojin is still processing what he went through, and we get to see that. Yoojin has such an interesting character arc as he begins wanting to forget the past, as it is too painful, to start running after it. He can't let go of it, because letting it go means letting his little brother go too. Which is why he says he will never be okay again in chapter 278.

[tharett]

Hellooo! o/

Back at it again with the ranfren oc doodles, hope you don't mind aksjaj

Also!!

He has a name now :D

His name is Daiki Hirose ^^ I will probably draw more of him interacting with characters in the future, so look foward to that <3

My Writing(Eng):

(H: Hirose, R: Randal, S: Sebastian, T: Tsukada)

R: I'll make you into a super great pet, hehe..!

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H: Hey Randal! Long time no see!

R: Too bad it didn't last longer...

H: Aw, you don't mean that~ ^^

R: I do though...

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H: Well, aren't you a fun one!

S: ...

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H: S-Satorou?

T: Hirose? Is it really you...?

(I guess the context here is that Hirose didn't go away like all of Randal's previous dream creations, so it was a shock for both guys. Especially Satoru since he has been there for so long.)

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H: Yikes... What an uncool guy...

[Dies shortly after(lol)]

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Holaaaaa! o/

Regresé con más bocetos de mi oc de Ranfren, si no les importa tantojaizjaj

Oh, y por cierto!

Ya tiene nombre :D

Su nombre es Daiki Hirose y es lo más probable que lo dibuje en el futuro interactuando con los demás personajes de Ranfren, entonces se esperan a ver, vale? <3

Ahora a la traducción xdxd

Mi Escritura(Esp):

(H: Hirose, R: Randal, S: Sebastian, T: Tsukada)

R: Te convertiré en una mascota super genial, jeje...!

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H: Ey, Randal! Tanto tiempo sin vernos!

R: Que mal que no pudo durar más...

H: Ay, tu no lo dices en serio~ ^^

R: Pero sí lo digo en serio...

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H: Bueno, que tipo tan divertido eres, no?

S: ...

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H: S-Satoru?

T: Hirose? De verdad eres tu...?

(El contexto aquí de por qué se encuentran sorprendidos es que Hirose no desapareció como todas las creaciones de los sueños de Randal anteriores, entonces Satoru esta en tipo shock ya que nunca tuvo a alguien más en el espacio de los sueños)

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H: Joder... que tipo tan gacho...

[Muere poco después]

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Hope you enjoyed my doodles ^^/

Espero que hayan disfrutado de mis bocetos ^^/

[flan-tasma]

Hello, just wondering if you could possibly write dainsleif xgn! reader modern highschool au? basically the reader always wears a mask due to them having a noticeable scar on their lips? (slightly self projecting but riufhurihwiwkak) what if people were being pushy into getting you to take the mask off and dainsleif comes to save the day

reader is selectively mute and shy ish

💖~ FINALLY SOMETHING ABOUT DAIN. I love you so much, anon💘✨💖

I like to think that in the end Dain carries you to the infirmary.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader, I think this turned out to be a bit violent... | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Fue un misterio la razón por la que usabas una mascarilla. En un inicio la respuesta para las mentes curiosas era un rumor acerca de tu salud delicada, y mientras se esparcía como la pólvora, las personas se acercaron con un deseo casi vulgar por saber la razón verdadera. Preguntaron con sonrisas, con rostros curiosos y de buena manera en un inicio, pero no recibieron más que el silencio y tu mirada baja.

Los rumores escalaron hasta que habías nacido sin capacidad de habla, y las buenas maneras en las que se acercaron los curiosos fue distinta. La curiosidad empezó a volverse morbo. Y mientras se oscurecían las razones para descubrir tus secretos, también lo hicieron las artimañas de tus compañeros de clase.

Los pedidos acompañados de dulces palabras pasaron a caras aburridas que solo esperaban un nuevo show, algo divertido que ver en ti. Te dijeron que sería más agradable ver tu cara completa al hablarte, y cuando no lo hiciste te dejaron. Dijeron que no eras cortés, que tú falta de educación era un insulto. Todo se vino abajo.

Te lanzaron cosas, acercaban sus manos rápidamente a tu cara para quitarte la máscara, pero solo era una burla. Tu rostro preocupado les divertía como si fuera el mejor show que hayan visto en sus vidas. Y esos imbéciles sin entretenimiento se quedaron.

“Ni siquiera sé por qué te molestas.” La voz femenina resonó en el salón, las clases habían terminado y te apresurabas a guardar tus cosas e irte, pero un brazo en tus hombros te detuvo. “Somos amigos, no vamos a burlarnos ni nada.” Sus promesas estaban vacías y tenían menos valor que un centavo, pero no podías hacer más que quedarte en tu lugar y bajar la cabeza.

“Tal vez está escondiendo una quemadura.” Otro chico habló, sonriendo como si incomodarte no fuera más que una broma inocente. No le importaba en lo más mínimo y su postura relajada te lo comunicaba. “Una quemadura tan fea que si la ves, vas a vomitar.”

“No digas eso, tienes que ser amable. ¿Verdad?” La voz sínica te hizo temblar cuando más se acercaba por tus hombros hasta tu cuello. “¿Puedes decirle que no sea un hijo de perra? Tal vez así te deje de molestar.”

“Solo dejaré de jugar si te quitas la máscara.” Con una perra que te sostenía por los hombros y el imbécil que se acercó para por fin callar a la voz que le gritaba en su cabeza, casi gritaste y te sacudiste. No querías que te vieran, no querías que vieran tu cicatriz. Tus ojos empezaron a llorar cuando el agarre de la chica te sostuvo con más fuerza hasta empujarte dolorosamente contra alguna silla, sentiste el pupitre pinchar tu costado y pataleaste contra el aire cuando viste a esos dos gritarte en la cara que te calmaras y no seas histérica, pisando tus pies para evitar tus golpes.

Las cosas pasaron en cámara lenta mientras tus uñas arañaban lo que lograban sostener de la piel de alguno de los dos. Estabas llorando y el calor de la máscara era aún mayor. Pero cuando sentiste que tus pulmones iban a explotar, de repente la libertad te golpeó junto al sonido de algo cayendo contra otras mesas. Una cabellera rubia estaba frente a ti, un chico alto que miraba a los dos renacuajos que chillaron y se quejaron por haber caído contra los pupitres.

Todo se sentía irreal mientras los gritos te asfixiaban, la voz del hombre se hizo camino para ser escuchada por todos, rugiendo con rabia, sacando a la fuerza a los dos estudiantes. El silencio reinó cuando él cerró la puerta del salón mientras te calmabas. Temblaste por el miedo y te dolía el cuerpo, querías chillar y volver a casa. Tu salvador notó tu nariz moqueando y se acercó lentamente, sentándose en una silla a dos mesas de distancia.

“¿Quieres ir a la enfermería?” Su voz era silenciosa, casi como un susurro, no queriendo alterarte o hacer que te duelan los oídos. Su mirada gentil estaba pintada de azul y buscaba alguna herida grave en tus manos o cuello. En cuidado con el que se mantuvo alejado, pero pendiente, presente y dispuesto a ayudarte mientras aún calmabas tu respiración y tus llantos, sin importarle cuando te cubrías la máscara con algo de temor aun aferrándose a tus huesos.

Entendió que querías silencio, entonces te lo dio, pero te cuidó hasta que ya era más tarde de lo habitual. No había ruido afuera del salón, ni siquiera los conserjes se escuchaban y parecía que incluso los autos de la carretera respetaban sus deseos.

En la escuela se escuchó un nuevo rumor, esta vez uno más cerca de la realidad. A Dainsleif, el misterioso muchacho de la clase D, estaba cuidando del estudiante de la clase B. Claramente nadie volvió a quejarse de tu mascarilla sin tener alguna discusión con él.

English:

It was a mystery why you were wearing a mask. Initially the answer to curious minds was a rumor about your failing health, and as it spread like wildfire, people came forward with an almost vulgar desire to know the real reason. They asked with smiles, with curious faces and in a good manner at first, but they only received silence and your lowered gaze.

The rumors escalated until you were born without the ability to speak, and the good manners in which the curious approached were different. Curiosity began to turn morbid. And as the reasons for discovering your secrets darkened, so did the tricks of your classmates.

The requests accompanied by sweet words passed to bored faces that were only waiting for a new show, something fun to see from you. They told you it would be nicer to see your full face when they talked to you, and when you didn't, they left you. They said you were not polite, that your lack of education was an insult. Everything fell apart.

They threw things at you, quickly bringing their hands to your face to take off your mask, but it was just a taunt. Your worried face amused them as if it were the best show they had ever seen in their lives. And those unentertained morons stayed.

“I don't even know why you bother.” The female voice echoed in the room, classes had ended, and you hurried to put your things away and leave, but an arm on your shoulders stopped you. “We're friends, we're not going to make fun of each other or anything.” His promises were empty and worth less than a penny, but you could do nothing but stay in your place and hang your head.

“Maybe they're hiding a burn.” Another boy spoke up, smiling as if making you uncomfortable was nothing more than an innocent joke. He didn't care in the slightest, and his relaxed posture communicated that to you. “A burn so bad that if you see it, you're going to throw up.”

“Don't say that, you have to be nice. True?" The sinic voice made you shiver the closer it got over your shoulders to your neck. “Can you tell him not to be a son of a bitch? Maybe then he will stop bothering you.”

“I will only stop playing if you take off your mask.” With a bitch holding you by the shoulders and the asshole reaching out to finally silence the voice screaming in his head, you almost screamed and shook. You didn't want them to see you, you didn't want them to see your scar. Your eyes began to cry when the girl's grip held you tighter until she pushed you painfully against a chair, you felt the desk pinch your side and you kicked against the air when you saw those two yelling in your face to calm down and not be hysterical, stepping on your feet to avoid your blows.

Things happened in slow motion while your nails scratched what they could hold of the skin of either of you. You were crying and the heat from the mask was even greater. But when you felt like your lungs were going to explode, freedom suddenly hit you, along with the sound of something falling against other tables. A blonde haired guy stood in front of you, a tall boy looking at the two tadpoles who screamed and complained about falling against the desks.

Everything felt unreal as the screams choked you, the man's voice made its way to be heard by everyone, roaring in rage, forcibly removing the two students. Silence reigned as he closed the living room door while you calmed down. You shook with fear and your body ached, you wanted to scream and go home. Your savior noticed your runny nose and slowly approached, sitting in a chair two tables away.

“Do you want to go to the infirmary?” His voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, not wanting to upset you or make your ears hurt. His gentle gaze was painted blue and he was searching for any serious wound on your hands or neck. In care with which he stayed away, but attentive, present and willing to help you while you still calmed your breathing and your cries, not caring when you covered your mask with some fear still clinging to your bones.

He understood that you wanted silence, so he gave it to you, but he took care of you until it was later than usual. There was no noise outside the room, not even the janitors could be heard, and it seemed that even the cars on the road respected his wishes.

A new rumor was heard at school, this time one closer to reality. Dainsleif, the mysterious boy from class D, was taking care of the student from class B. Clearly no one complained about your mask again without having some discussion with him.

[simmerianne93]

PORCH LIGHT OFF!!! - The End!!!!

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ENGLISH:

And that's a wrap for SIMBLREEN2024!!!

Ahhhhhh THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for being part of my little simblreen... This year I tried to focus on all playable occults in game... and humans... xDDD so i was able to bring at least one posepack for everyone.... Mermaids... Spellcasters... Ghosts... Aliens... Vampires... Werewolf... hopefully, next year we can have a new occult to do poses for... cofcof fairies cofcof haha... but we'll see...

This year was a little chaotic for me, but I hope you enjoyed everything anyway....

I had a lot of ideas that I couldn't bring... but I'll save them for next year, hoping it to be better... and I mean that 'cause of me, not you beautiful people... I hope next year i can work with more time and no chaos in my real life haha... But I am trully happy with the participation this year even with all the chaos i had to post...

I loved doing the riddles and it was a shame that I couldn't do it last day... but next year I hope to bring a new an funny dynamic for all of you...

For now, it's time to go back to normality... tho I still have a gift and much more poses for you coming!!!

--- PS: All the simblreen gifts will be published ASAP in my patreon page [Of course totally free]... I have to write all the posts, so it will take me some time tho... If you missed them, wait a little bit an they will be all yours. ---

HAPPY SIMBLREEN and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

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ESPAÑOL:

¡Y con esto termina SIMBLREEN2024!

Ahhhhhh MUCHAS MUCHAS MUCHAS GRACIAS por ser parte de mi pequeño simblreen… Este año traté de enfocarme en todos los ocultistas jugables en el juego… y humanos… xDDD así que pude traer al menos un paquete de poses para todos… Sirenas… Hechiceros… Fantasmas… Alienígenas… Vampiros… Hombres lobo… con suerte, el próximo año podremos tener un nuevo ocultista para hacer poses… café, hadas, café, jaja… pero ya veremos…

Este año fue un poco caótico para mí, pero espero que hayan disfrutado todo de todos modos…

Tenía muchas ideas que no pude traer… pero las guardaré para el próximo año, esperando que sea mejor… y lo digo por mi culpa, no por ustedes, gente hermosa… Espero que el próximo año pueda trabajar con más tiempo y sin caos en mi vida real jaja… Pero estoy realmente feliz con la participación de este año, incluso con todo el caos que tuve que publicar…

Me encantó hacer los acertijos y fue una pena que no pude hacerlo el día pasado… pero el año que viene espero traer una nueva y divertida dinámica para todos ustedes…

Por ahora, toca volver a la normalidad… aunque aún tengo un regalo y muchas más poses para ustedes por venir!!!

---- PD: Todos los regalos de simblreen se publicarán lo antes posible en mi página de patreon [Por supuesto, totalmente gratis]… Tengo que escribir todos los posts, así que me llevará algo de tiempo… Si se los perdieron, esperen un poco y serán todos suyos. ----

¡¡¡FELIZ SIMBLREEN y FELIZ HALLOWEEN!!!

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[battleofjericho493]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. ❤️ I'm writing to you with full of hope to help me and my family. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. 😢 Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 in their Master List on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hayan from Gaza @hayanahed asked if everyone could share her post and possibly give to her gfm.

I'll link it below. But first, here's her story:

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

<end of quote>

tl;dr: Hayan has to evacuate her family: her parents, 2 sons, & 4 daughters. 8 family members minus herself. Hayan suffers from allergies to penicillin-derived medications. Her sister Amal has allergies to medications with Paracetamol and Ibuprofen in them. This causes anxiety with any situation that'd lead to them needing to visit a hospital.

Hayan's campaign has to cover the costs of passport fees, the Rafah Crossing fee & enough to cover 6 months of living costs in Egypt. Hence why it's at 100,000 euros.

@hayanahed

So far she's raised €69,683 out of her €100,000 goal.

Here's the link to her gofundme: X

Any amount helps.

Thank you for listening. Hopefully we listen with our hearts. And Hayan's family can successfully evacuate.

[obsidianpen]

¿Alguna vez has pensado en escribir una historia Mpreg de Tomarry, si te interesa el tema? Rara pregunta, lo sé JAJJAJA

He leído muy pocas historias de este ship así y, sinceramente, sería interesante ver algo de ese tema escrito por tí en el futuro.¿Qué piensas del Mpreg? ¿Has leído fics de Tomarry que lo abarquen que te hayan gustado? En realidad, son cosas que quería saber luego de leer Enticed.

Ciertamente Harry es una persona bondadosa, y en los fics que me he topado, es tan tierno verlo como padre/madre, siendo omega o solamente Harry común. En cuanto a Voldy... Él es un caso muy especial, ¿no? Seguramente el hecho de tener una "familia" vendría con un severo duelo interno. Por otro lado, igualmente muchos autores suelen evitar el tema, ya sea porque no les gustan los niños en sus fics o los cambios físicos en sus personajes (la barriga enorme, los pechos, el tema de la lactancia, etc.) entre otras cosas. El tema del embarazo y la crianza son muy raros y complicados, pero me encantaría saber tu opinión.

Sólo eso♡

Hoping I don’t miss anything in translation with this! I’ve been asked about mpreg a lot, and it’s not really my thing. Dunno, just thinking about writing the anatomy situation in a believable way that I would be satisfied with doesn’t feel right? Like I know it could be done and probably has been done really well be some, but I don’t think I’m up for the task personally.

I’m not totally opposed to writing the ordeal of pregnancy for an MC; if it made sense plot wise I might tackle it for a female character. But I tend to avoid pregnancy as a plot point because, thus far, in the fanfiction world, it’s not the subject I’m interested in. I’m more about the messed up dynamic of enemies to lovers, and that in and of itself is enough to delve into without throwing a pregnancy into the mix!

[cavaecor]

wasn’t that jayesh adani  walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the playwright out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously impractical whilst also managing to be quite perceptive. the thirty one year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( solarui ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of wielding the dual hand of life and death, tales of corruption carefully woven beneath beautified words, wine induced late nights spent in creative fervor, and an undeniable fire carried for what's right.

STATS

FULL NAME : jayesh adani AGE : thirty-one GENDER / PRONOUNS : demi man / he/they ORIENTATION : bisexual OCCUPATION : playwright FAMILY : hayan adani (father), sachin adani (mother), praveen adani (younger sister), henik adani (younger brother), rian adani (younger brother) FACECLAIM : dev patel INSPIRATION : baby (baby driver), wes gibbins (how to get away with murder), christian (moulin rogue!), william shakespeare  TRAITS: positive (charming, romantic, imaginative, gallant, generous, personable, empathetic, vivacous, witty) / negetive (escapist, frivilous, hedonistic, hesistant, provacative, troublesome, vindicitive)

ABOUT

the adani family manages to make just enough to get by— one of thousands of families who never regained their former prosperity prior to the famine. the bulk of jayesh’s youth is spent with his nose in a book or helping tend to his family’s farm. he attends school when he’s able too, but constantly finds himself having to neglect it in order to assist his parents on the farm. his solarui abilities are often all that keeps his family afloat in the bleak region of brailya.

jayesh is a lover of all the arts, but it is the written form that ignites his passion. since a child, all jayesh has ever needed to keep themself occupied are a pen and parchment. he dabbles in various genres, ultimately dedicating his time to writing plays (alongside his new hobby of pursuing lovers). 

if his disdain for the crown laid mostly dormant the majority of his upbringing, too occupied with the quotidian aspects of life to contemplate it further, then it is wholly awakened during his time spent in the divine army. it is there he becomes wholly disillusioned with the crown— unsure of how to move forward, but understanding that standing on the sideline is no longer an option.

jayesh departs once his time is complete, continuing write as he did before, and eventually putting on his first successful production. with time, the popularity of his plays grow. it’s enough for him to make a living while assisting his parents, but it’s an invitation coňstanja that changes everything.

now a renowned artist, jayesh is invited to  coňstanja to put on plays for the royal families and other nobility. they inspire admiration at every turn, a performer at heart, despite being a playwright by trade. but that’s all it is to it, isn’t it? a performance. for jayesh despises every single one of them.

their ability to disguise their disdain for them decreases with each passing moment. the rumors of jayesh’s productions possessing anti-crown thematics are rumors at best for now, but jayesh understands they possess the power to make them fact. 

[hayanwulf]

Stephen in spider-man homecoming

(In reference to the WIP game.)

Self-explanatory; Stephen is present in Spider-Man Homecoming!

He kind of shows up in Peter's scene coincidentally, and then of course Peter later rants about it to Happy, who informs Tony, who is so paranoid of magic that of course he tries to find out more about this wizard guy.

From there Stephen sends Tony in a wild goose chase, partially because he finds Tony annoying and partially for the shits and giggles.

Here's a snippet (Stephen recently dealth with Dormammu and he's Not Okay).

Soft footsteps could be heard behind him, signaling that the hero had apparently not left him alone yet. He tensed, able to feel Spider-Man creeping closer to his personal space without needing to see. Just when he thought that Spider-Man might try to touch him again, he instead flinched when the hero sat down next to him at a respectable distance, legs dangling off the roof similarly to his. “Not afraid of heights?” Spider-Man asked. Stephen internally sighed. He hated small talk, and talk in general was the last thing he wanted to do right now, especially with someone who was practically a stranger. “That, too, is none of your business,” Stephen told him blatantly. “Doesn’t your business entail catching thieves and stopping robberies? I think you should go tend to those.” Spider-Man shrugged, completely unperturbed by his clipped tone. “I would if something fishy was going on right now, but everything seems a-okay so I’m on a break.” Then, out of nowhere, the young hero brought out a wrap of tissue paper that emanated an unmistakable scent of fried dough, accentuated by the tinge of cinnamon & sweetness, and extended it towards Stephen. “Want some churros?” Stephen blinked down at the unexpected offering, then looked up at Spider-Man as if the hero was the weird one. “No.” “You sure?” Spider-Man tilted his head slightly. “Cause you look like—” he then raised his hand a little, “—I mean, I don’t mean to be rude! But, erm.. I noticed you don’t look very.. you seem like you might..” Stephen sighed. “Just say what you want to say.” Spider-Man fell silent for a second, then spoke up, “You look like you haven’t been eating well.” Stephen was suddenly hyper aware of just how terrible he must be looking if a random stranger felt the need to point it out. Embarrassment curled in his chest. Right as he was about to make a move to get up, the wrap of tissue was offered to him again, making him pause. “Well, this isn’t much,” Spider-Man said, emphasizing the offered churros, “But if you need help, my— Uh, I know this really nice lady who works at a homeless shelter.” “Are you saying that I look like a homeless person?” Stephen narrowed his eyes, more offended than embarrassed now. “I mean if you wanna know the truth, you look like a D&D cosplayer, but seeing the magic-y stuff you did just then—” he pointed a thumb behind them, where Stephen had arrived, “—maybe it’s not cosplay after all. Anyway, I don’t mean any offense, sir! I just thought maybe I’d help out, y’know?” “You talk a lot.” “So I’ve been told.” Stephen thought he could imagine a smile in the hero’s voice. “So, churros?” Stephen briefly looked down at the offering again, reminded that he had indeed not eaten anything after the morning breakfast, which had been cereals. His body was begging him to take the offering, stomach growling at the delicious scent. He turned back up at Spider-Man. “You’d help a random stranger who almost turned you into burnt soot?” Spider-Man tilted his head a little. “You didn’t, though.” “I could’ve,” Stephen whispered inaudibly, turning his head away. It had been extremely reckless. He had almost incinerated a person just because they had made an innocent gesture of touch on him. He might as well be a threat to humanity with his level of.. reaction. “Yeah, but you didn’t,” Spider-Man said, apparently having heard Stephen’s murmur. He had no idea how. He turned back towards the hero and found him insistently passing the churros now. “Here, take it. I’m sure you’ll feel a bit better after having them. They’re really good!” A little hesitantly, Stephen extended his hand and took the offered tissue wrap from Spider-Man. The hero didn’t say anything, but Stephen could practically feel the happiness he radiated at that moment, with how his legs swung and his body swayed. Stephen opened the tissue, cautious to not let the shaking of his hand make the churros fall off. Carefully, he picked up a churro and took a bite. It tasted heavenly.

[mad0katsuki]

Tw vent and mention of the 💀

Today is November 2nd and is almost to end.

I think that almost no one is aware of my nationality as such (since I mostly write in English and even though I say that my native language is Spanish, there are too many countries that speak it lol), but mentioning the first thing, it shows that I am from Mexico, so Yes, this is a Day of the Dead post. In my family we don't celebrate it much as they usually show it, altars, going to the cemetery, spending it with the family, etc. But they tend to get very sentimental on this day. I say usually because it never happened to me like that, not until this year.

I had never lost someone so relevant in my life that I felt completely sad. I have too many dead relatives, but I never cared much, it only hurt me to see how close relatives of mine suffered, and that was what hurt me. Somehow I felt very empty and selfish.

I have only been to two funerals before last year, my paternal grandfather's and my great-grandmother's. I never met my great-grandmother until I saw her in a photo because she was cremated; On the other hand, I knew my grandfather when I was little but I didn't like him very much because of how he treated my father. But I still cried. I cried for my grandfather, my mother and my uncles who had lost the person who kept my maternal family closer. I cried for my father who, although he seemed cold, I know how much he suffered when he lost the man he once wanted to be on good terms with. I never cried for the dead ones.

My dad had a sister, which made her my aunt. I would say that she was the only one of her siblings that I really knew, I went to her house, ate what she prepared, played with me, talked to her and was the mother of the only cousins I talk to, but there was a problem, she had an illness that It only got worse (they never told me what it was). A year ago in March she passed away. It was the first time I felt like I lost part of my soul. It was very stressful, especially for my dad because she was the only one of his sisters he talked to and cared for, but she was no longer there. I remember that during the entire wake, mass and funeral I couldn’t attend, I spent it in my bed. I couldn't see anyone, least of all my dad. But that only lasted one weekend because no matter how sad I am, they don't let me stay like that for long (lol), I just stayed sad.

I couldn't talk to my cousins for a long time, the truth is I didn't talk to almost anyone about it, I think the only ones who knew were my countability teacher and an ex friend with whom I fought at that time, but that's another story. I think I lost a lot of people by being in that mood.

Then during that period I lost my first cat, Peluso. He was already old and only lasted several months with me, I think he was just looking for a safe place to leave, but he was the only living being that I felt for a long time understood me.

Last year I was still stuck with that thing about my aunt and my cat, but this year I realized that neither of them are there. It's the first time I don't feel angry that someone is leaving me, it's the first time I'm actually crying about how I feel, I feel sad, they don’t leave me because they wanted to, they just gone. I want to visit my aunt again. I want to hug my cat again. I miss them a lot.

If you read this thank you. I feel really weird talking about this subject and I tried to don’t look like an attention seeker or something, I just wanted to let out something that is on my mind frequently. Even more when my dad say that even if I look like my mother I have the freckles of that auntie heh

Have a great night/day/evening

Y para mi gente Latino feliz día de los muertos, si perdieron a un ser querido o a alguna mascotita espero que hayan podido pasar la noche con ustedes <3

[bobbybutterfly]

A Squirrel and Hedgehog OC. OoooooOOOooo. I was about to say it’s my second one (I’ve got a squirrel I never posted about before) but then I remembered Geumseagi’s dad. I think we could also have a philosophical discussion about how many head cannons can you lump up on a character before they become an OC. I imagine it’s when you change the character’s name. That’s just the last straw.

Changing up pre existing characters is a skill I learned from writing real people fan fiction. By the time you’re done writing your femboy pagan priest turned an immortal 20 something sparking dictator after the film market collapsed with the rise of AI, people will scratch their heads as to how this character ever started life as Tom Hanks. But most importantly you don’t get sued!

By the way this was an actual character I made. I never put out the unfinished book on the internet outside of one chapter on AO3. I was getting tired of working on it for I think over 2 years with no results.

This character though is original in that they’re not inspired by any character from Squirrel and Hedgehog specifically. I will talk about my inspiration for them later.

So. Their name is Shiho Tenshi as you can see. It means white angel. Originally they were supposed to be called Shiho Akuma, meaning white devil But it didn’t make sense to me that they would be called that by the weasels. They’re a war hero to them after all. Probably the Flower Hill animals would call them whatever the Korean translation of white devil is. Hayan Agma. Language is something that goes unaddressed in the series. It’s an idea I want to incorporate into my AU. Primary example being that the weasels kept Mulmangcho around as a translator.

Shiho Tenshi isn’t their real name. No one knows their “real name”. I should also mention that they’re gender fluid and use they/them pronouns. Also also they’re a white weasel if you didn’t notice. Growing up they were a poor orphan on the streets. They learned very quickly that by changing up how they behave and look they were gendered differently. Seeing their love for performance a traveling acting troupe took them in. They would preform for soldiers at military bases. Providing cheap entertainment.

One day though the base they’re performing at gets attacked. Using their sword skills they heroically defend the base earning them a place in the military. They rarely use guns or martial art. Preferring their elegant silver sword. The military allows it as it makes for some good propaganda posters. They absolutely despise all Flower Hill animals. Appearing ruthless and brutal. The peak of military masculinity. But when it comes to weasels and surprisingly mice they are kind almost motherly and willing to sacrifice themselves whenever it comes to it. They like mice because the acting troupe was primarily mice.

What do you think? I wanted to play with gender roles when it came to them. My main inspiration was Hoshiko Kawasima. They are a very interesting World War 2 queer historical figure. I would recommend checking them out. Then the character Lady Oscar from the manga Rose of Versailles. They were totally based off of Kawasima. There’s too many coincidences! Lastly their whole acting part was based off of the Takarazuka Revue. It’s an all female acting troupe in Japan. They’re really cool.

This picture was based off of a promotional image of Lady Oscar for their performance of Rose of Versailles. The background inspiration was from @32girassoisdevangogh I am trying to go more abstract graphic design for backgrounds of character art. Mainly because I’m just too tired after 5 hours of rendering. So prepare yourselves for more comic sands and pixelated images of puppies and kittens because graphic design is my passion as you can see from my tumblr banner!

I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with this character. They’re not going to be included in my Super Secret Project. Maybe I can write a short story about them or roleplay. We will see.

Bobby out!

[phil-lesterfan]

yaoi scholar….. pls i finished the untamed and word of honor what should my next drama be 👀 (happy endings only pls)

also i wanna know your fav bls. if you’ve the time!!

hallo! i didn't mean to let this sit for so long, but i've been using my phone more and don't like answering asks there. i don't actually know many cdramas, but i've got other dramas to rec, if that's alright!

(C/K/J)DRAMAS/LAKORNS:

sotus & sotus s (thai)*

history3: trapped (taiwanese)

seven days (japanese)*

manner of death (thai)*

restart after coming back home (japanese)*

together with me (thai)

long time no see (korean)

semantic error (korean)*

you can watch 2moons2 for the full story, but honestly, the original 2moons mingkit cut is everything to me (thai)*

*based off novel/manga/manhwa

20 of my fav bls under the cut :)

initially, i was going to call it my "top 10", but it's not my top ten, it's just favs that i really love or think you (sara) would also enjoy. so it's just 20 "random" favs. if you (general) want, i can upload the 200+ long list and even include "reviews" of my favourites, but i'll only do that upon request. also here's my blanket rec for mxtx's works. svsss is my fav. i'm very easy. thank you <3

20 OF MY FAV BLS:

sotus is very dear to my heart. i watched it right before i went to university, so it really set that mood for me lol it's not a perfect story, the audio is shit at some parts, and the acting was sometimes stiff, but when the show hit, my fucking god did it HIT. of course i roped all my friends into watching it. it was based on a novel, but the novel didn't particularly stand out to me (sorry). there's also a manga now (3 vols) but i'm just loyal to the show, y'know? it also has a sequel, and that one made one of my friend cry (i actually had to pause the show lol), but for me, the first season is what's rly stellar. (lakorn / rewatches: 4? 5? a lot?)

sasaki and miyano by syou harusono is such an easy read, with lovely art, cute characters, and the softest, sweetest romance. it makes me feel like i've been hit by a car, then the car backed up and drove over me again. sasaki is the light of my life (and also if i looked like him, i'd never shut up. and i project just a little bit too bc oh he just like me fr), and everyday i think about making him my pfp. i owe syou harusono my life. i want to say more about this bc it rly is my fav manga perhaps of all time but that also means i can't say more about it LOL (manga / rereads: 6)

the cat proposed (bakeneko katatte sourou) by hayane dento is quite possibly the best manga i've ever read. the writing is so beautiful, and it's a really relatable and inspiring story for me. plus it's got catboys. *motions to my dnp catboy pfp* but in all seriousness, it's a genuinely great story that squeezes my heart and leaves me in tears (manga / rereads: 5)

doukyuusei is a certified bl classic. i've not read the entire manga series, but i've got the anime film saved to my laptop. that was another thing i roped all my friends into watching, and yes, everyone was gagged (animanga / rewatches: 4?)

koimonogatari by tagura tohru is incomplete, and the "love" part isn't there yet, but my fucking god. i think i just picked it up for funsies at the bookstore, but man was i unprepared. it's not a fun read by any means, nor is it easy, it's actually pretty brutal, but it's a good story, so i felt i should include it. (it is one of my faves) (manga / rereads: none bc i will kill myself.)

summer of you (kimi wa natsu no naka) by furuya nagisa changed me. it was one of those manga that was in my to read list for a really long time, but i just never did it. when i finally did, i totally regret putting it off. i think i cried. it has a sequel (summer with you), and that was good too, but that first one just really got me (manga / rereads: 1)

fools by yeongha has an art style i will forever be jealous of. the original, that is. i'm sure the remastered version is great, and probably the one i should read, but i'm just way too attached to the original and the art is (in my opinion) way better. the story is fun and sweet, and i read it at another formative time in my life. *jazz hands* (manhwa / rereads: 3)

my darling signed in by dimang and new lung. if there's one thing about me, i'm gonna read a video game catfish story. this manhwa is so fucking ridiculous, but i love it. it actually gets pretty dark, which took me by surprise the first time i read it, but it's not between the main cp, if you're worried about that (manhwa / rereads: 3)

dasadanan by herb mandu also has just lovely art. i can just stare at it for ages bc i'm so obsessed. also there's side gl, and i love those two girls so damn much. the story is very easy to read, fluffy, and it's just good feelings all around. it also has some really silly extras. (manhwa / rereads: 4)

history3: trapped is so... it is also dear to me. the main couple is funny and cute; however, it's the side couple that really gets to me. they're so ridiculous and fun, and the actor for zhao zi is an acrobat? does acrobatic dance? i'm not sure exactly, but they wanted to showcase that so he'd just be doing some random gymnast shit for no reason and it's so funny. and jack was made in a lab for me, so. y'know. (drama / rewatches: 2, about to be 3)

glasses cloth and playlist by gwak jonpil was recommended to me by a friend i believe, and i'm so glad i read it. it's another easy read and also very ridiculous, but when i say something is "ridiculous", that's usually a huge compliment. i LOLed at, like, every other panel. the main cp is so damn ridiculous, and i adore them. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

starting with a lie by liang azha has the softest art i've ever seen. that manhua is like a warm hug, if a warm hug also had you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists because GODDAMN JUST GET TOGETHER FOR REAL ALREADY! i love it. oh, but i don't like qiu tian. sorry. (manhua / rereads: 2)

how to survive as a villain by yi yi yi yi is... look, i'm sure it has flaws, right? every story has flaws, but wherever they are, i did not see them. i mean, it's a little bit ridiculous at times, but again, "ridiculous", and the mc was transmigrated into a once-good now-trashy harem novel. and he's also smart but oblivious. bound to be a little bit silly. but also this novel ripped out my heart and stomped on it. and i thought it wouldn't happen with the manhua, but i cried then too. what the hell. i really enjoyed this story, and i think it's what got me into transmigration stories in general :P (danmei / rereads: 2)

a shoulder to cry on by dongmul. okay. OKAY. this is not a "happy" story to most. also the ending without the extras/epilogue is bittersweet to ambiguous. the issue here is that I LOVE ENDINGS LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! this story is so damn good and i like the art a lot and god, some of the quotes? every time i reach certain scenes i have to pause and stare at the wall because no fucking way. it's just too good. i should go ahead and warn that the couple doesn't have the healthiest of dynamics and their relationship starts bc one of them lies and accuses the other of sexual harassment, so. i'm just letting you know now. but i let myself have toxic yaoi. as a treat. tbh to me it's not that bad, but i know everyone has different intensity levels, so. (manhwa / rereads: 3)

never understand by bbong is an... interesting read. arguably more toxic yaoi, and everyone at times can be kind of awful and annoying, but i think that's fun. sorry. i vividly remember reading this for the first time. for some reason. also, as with a good amount of manhwa that i read in my more formative years, i like this art style. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

semantic error by j soori and angy kim is a lot more graphic and hardcore (sex-wise) than the kdrama, which makes sense, but like... DAMN! my toxic trait is that every three panels i pause and go "hey does anyone else think these guys look like jaedo?" and the sniper that's supposed to shoot me any time i bring up rps lets me live because i'm objectively right. the characters are so damn infuriating, but i like watching car crashes, so it's alright. plus the art is good and, well, i never said i don't ship jaedo. *glass next to me explodes after a bullet cuts through it* whatever! (rereads: none bc it ended not that long ago. but i'll probably reread it soon)

no.6 by asano atsuko and here comes all the haters being like, "oh, that's not bl!" "that's more than bl!" "[some more dumb shit i don't care about]!" suck my pussy. i don't care. i loooove the novels and hope we get a printed official english translation. people are right to say the romance isn't the focus, but it's there, and honestly, i love plotty shit. i've heard it's supposed to be the "happy version" of banana fish or whatever the fuck, but damn if that's not a fucked up version of happy. i sobbed my fucking eyes out (novel & animanga / rereads: 2)

snow fairy by serizawa tomo. i'm not gonna lie, i don't remember this story, but on my big list it has a heart next to it, and i feel like i cried when i read it. i've said i've cried about like half of these, and i cry when i see something cute or when i think about my blorbo or when a song is pretty, so that means nothing. but this one really got to me! i think it was just a simple story with lovely art. it aches, maybe. actually, i've just found my initial review, which reads: "im so miserable....." (rereads: none, but i'd like to reread it asap)

bj alex by mingwa. insert loud and disappointed "ooh" from the crowd bc really, phil-lesterfan? i thought you were a scholar? with taste? LOOK. i know this is a basic manhwa, and i couldn't give a rat's ass about the side cp, but ahn jiwon somehow became pookie. it is agonising, though, 'cause like i said, i don't care about the side cp, but oh my fucking god, it feels like everyone else only cares about them. shoot me. also the side cp is into bdsm, but you can skip over their shit honestly. (rereads: 2)

aien catharsis by oshima kamome was another manga that'd been in my tbr list for ages. i really like how the story feels. aaaaand i just reread it and ah. i see why it affected me. (if you can guess what line stuck out to me, lmk, i'd love to hear it heh) it's historical fiction and has lovely art. tw for sexual assault, but it's not between the cp and it's also not shown. (manga / rereads: 2)

like i said, i have a lot more favs, so if anyone wants the full list, just ask. or if you don't want the full list, i can give rec lists for certain genres or just manga or just danmei, etc, etc. i know i'm in batman hell right now (ah. western yaoi....), but i've been fujoshing since i was like... ten. okay this is of course way longer than it should be. hope u enjoy if you read any of these ^_^ <3

[daphrona]

Ok tu persona que sabe de los pelirrojos de WoW

¿Que posibilidad hay de que Nathanos y Matias hayan sido amigos de la infancia o por lo menos conocidos?

I don't know if they were childhood friends per se, but they definitely knew each other before the Third War. In the Exploring Azeroth: Eastern Kingdoms book, Shaw writes that he had friends in Lordaeron, some that became Forsaken, and before that wrote quite compassionately about Nathanos.

I like to think that they knew each other well. At the very least, it makes Shaw's penchant for carving wooden birds have a funny implication.

[mapoeggplant]

Hello again, can I ask your top 7 fav BL manga/manhwa? Feel free if you want to write the reasons of why you love them or not. Please and thank you....

oooh that's a fun question!! I don't track a list of favorites for bl but I do have a lot that I love and would love to share it!!

so here is 7 recs in no particular order:

NOTE: some of these are NSFW or have 18+ themes so beware

boku no papa to papa no hanashi, by roji: ok this is actually one of my favorites OFISAJOFJ I would say top 1 fav bl. I just think it's gorgeous. I love the themes they discuss, the hardship of being a gay parent and how to raise someone. love it sm

the eve festival, by pharmacy: this one is a webtoon that I love it and find it sooooo fun!! I absolute love pharmacy's art style and the way they draw expressions, so that makes the reading experience even better. they are silly, love them.

cherry magic, by yuu toyota: a classic that will never get old. it's funny, gentle, caring and just such a fun reading. it's impossible not to feel happy while reading it!

fake fact lips, by machi suehiro: I kinda love banter to love plot but I feel like not everyone can pull it off right, but suehiro-sensei made it right. they are so stupid and in love...and the art is just AMAZING.

keisenjou no cantata, by dentou hayane: hayane-sensei is one of my favorite bl authors. I think the way they write stories are very tender and very beautiful. this one in specific is the sweetest to me. I can't recommend it enough, I just love it a lot.

kieta hatsukoi, by wataru hinekure and aruko: i think this one already became a classic, right? it's funny from beginning to end and so delightful to read. perfect for a time you want to read something light!

3 ban sen no campanella, by atsuki kyouyama: this one hits hard to me because I feel like the protagonist is extremely demissexual, so that hits home perfectly as a demi person. it's a beautiful story about self discovery and acceptance. beautiful.

bonus:

sankaku mado no sotogawa wa yoru, by tomoko yamashita: this one isn't focused on romance, focus more on discussing good and bad, questioning life and much more. if you're interested in romance I wouldn't recommend but if you want a mystery, go for it.

cure blood, by arata togaya: I'm not a vampire girl, but I became one when reading this. GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL, but not a very happy ending story. something to cry a little.

link and ring, by yuruco tsuyuki: honestly this is just a story about two people who love each other deeply. and I love that for them.

hope you found some new titles here and that you have fun reading it!!! thank you for asking 💛