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[jensthwa]

mountebank chem: epilogue (JYH x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

* 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞���𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲. The first time you met Yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. You didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and Jeong Yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. Is that reason enough to hate his guts? Well, of course! Now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? And, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

PAIRING: rich!yunho x afab!rich!reader.

GENRE: enemies to friends to lovers.

WORD COUNT: 7.08k

WARNINGS & TAGS: attempt !!! at comedy, dual pov (both yunho's and reader's), use of fem pronouns for reader, the morning after and the day after that. reader and yunho are very in love is lowkey kind of gross everyone, kissing, fluff, dream-talk, yeosang talk too! a little bit of angst if you squint, decision making and finally standing up for yourself is hard and reader is doing their best, sukwon being a good brother and making reader cry, gyuri being a little shit, wooyoung being a little shit, seonghwa being a good friend, happy endings let's goooo.

NOTES: hi everyone! here's the epilogue i promised! like i've said in a few asks that i've gotten, there's a little bit of the next story here, just something so you all have context of it before going in. i don't know when that one is going to be up (i'm not really far along with it) but either way i want to thank all of you for the patience and the wait! i really loved writing mbc:'). this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: february 20th 2025.

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masterlist - part one - part two. part three. part four.

When Yunho wakes up, rested and naked, the room is dark. 

He turns to the side and the curtains are, of course, down but the thing is that he doesn’t remember closing them the night before. 

When he turns to where you’re supposed to be, the bed is made on your side and you’re not there. 

Strangely enough, he doesn’t panic. He is sure of what you both have, he trusts you enough to know you didn’t run away from him, from you two, again. 

Also, he can smell a mix of coffee and the turpentine-like smell of paint as he gets dressed with his boxers and the slacks he was wearing the night before after picking them up off the floor and going to the bathroom to wash his face. 

He pokes his face out to the living space and there’s a make-shift tarp on the floor, the furniture is moved around to make space for you and an easel. You’re sitting down on a wooden stool, painting away and he wonders if he just missed that last night or if he genuinely just passed out and didn't notice this much change. 

He clears his throat “Good morning, princess.” 

You jump a little, turning your head to look at him and there’s paint on your face and your hand when you wave at him. 

“Hi, Jeong.” 

“Seriously?” 

“What?” 

He chuckles “No cute nickname? Just Jeong?” 

“Well, that is your name, isn’t it?” You turn back and he catches that you’re pretending to focus on your painting, but you’re repassing the same painstrokes as before. 

“We’re going to have to work on it,” he lets out a sigh that turns into a yawn. “Sorry that I slept in on you. What time is it?” 

“Around three.” 

“In the afternoon?!” Yunho looks around for his phone but he locates the clock in the wall first and he confirms your words. “Princess, why didn’t you wake me up? We could’ve spent the day together…” 

“I rather you rest,” you shrug and he takes a few steps until he’s behind you, his hands immediately reaching out to touch you. He can’t help it, he wants to physically fuse into you but he compromises with nature and just massages your shoulders. “You have sectionals in two weeks, right?” 

He frowns at the reminder, a tiny smile on his lips a second later. 

“How do you know that?”

You stop the brush on the canvas and then look at him again, eyelashes batting with fake innocence. 

“I kind of bribed my assistant so she could bribe yours and now your general schedule is on my phone…” 

He fakes a gasp and he marvels in the pout he gets in return. 

“I needed to know when you were leaving the dorm this week!” 

“So you could drop the gift?” 

“Mhm,” you say, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss. He pretends to go for it and he truly pats his back for having a little of self-restraint when he dodges you to pretend he just thought about something. 

“Oh! That reminds me…” 

You huff in annoyance and interrupt whatever he’s about to say. 

“How did you know my room number and who let you in?” 

“I paid the receptionist and showed him proof that we were together,” he explains like it’s nothing and you huff again, amused this time. “Told him I wanted to surprise you.” 

“That’s so irresponsible.” 

Yunho reaches the box he left on the coffee table last night, opens it and pulls the polaroids out. 

“You dropped this off without any explanation! What are these?” 

When he turns around, you’re already painting again and he gets a five second look in his direction before you return your attention to your art. 

“Oh.” there’s a smile on your lips Yunho loves, although he’s not sure if it’s because you’re doing what you love or if you got reminded of something. “I was hoping you asked me about it. I, um, stayed at a resort during New Years, in Gangwondo.”

“Is this the first time we spent Chrismtas and New Years away from each other?” 

“Not the first time,” you muse and then shrug, “but definitely the first time in a long time, huh?” 

“I didn't like it.” 

“Why?” You look at him again and he sits on his knees on the couch like a neglected child, looking your way. You seem to find it endearing, because you laugh. “Because you didn't have anyone to kick under the table this year?” 

“That has never happened.” 

“Liar. Anyway, they have this winter festival that goes all the way until mid January and they have this… Traditional and modern fusion media dance performance that made me think of you. So I took some pictures of the dancers.” 

“So you just put them in the box because you took them while thinking of me?” 

There’s shyness painting your tone when you reply “Yeah.” 

His heart thumps happily inside his chest and he gets off the couch. 

“I love you.” 

You laugh again “I love you too, Yunho,” and, as you shake your head a little, you look in the kitchenette direction with your lips pointed at it. “I ordered some breakfast that you can heat up or you can give me… Twenty minutes and I can change and we can—” 

Yunho revels in the squeak of surprise you let out when he closes the distance, leans in and catches your lips in a short but firm kiss. 

“We can stay in all day if you want to.” He says and you kiss his lips one more time. 

“Okay,” you seem happy to have that option so he sees the moment you make the decision to not push going out at all. “There’s some clothes for you in the walk-in closet. I ordered them when I ordered all of this,” you point at the mess on the tarp and the floor, “I figured you might need them.”

“Thank you, my love.” He whispers and he pecks your lips before reaching for your nearly empty coffee cup. 

“There’s also one for you in the—” 

“I want this one,” he says, a sly smile on his lips and one of his hands returns to your shoulders to massage them. 

He takes a look at the canvas for once and he notices that, what he thought was a solid background color and some structure, has actually started to look like the view in front of you both, with the Namsan Tower in the back. 

“What about the CD?” 

“Hm?”

“Your gift,” he reminds you, “there’s also a CD.” 

“A mixtape, with songs that make me think of us.”

Yunho blows some air and he doesn’t have to look down to see you’re frowning at the sound “You’re a romantic.” 

“Do you want to die?” 

He laughs but doesn’t address the threat at all. Instead, the focus is on your art “The painting of us and the kids is beautiful,” he can feel your skin under his palm heat up at the compliment and it makes him smile. “This one is too.” 

“It all just flows so much smoothly when I don’t have to think about work or being home,” you admit, your body relaxing into his when he takes a sip of the cup and brings it around for you to do the same. “I want to stay here, with you, forever.” 

“And we can,” he murmurs into your head, leaving a kiss on your temple a second later. “If that’s what you want.” 

“I want to move out,” you say, your tone full of wishfulness and Yunho takes in a breath at what that could mean for you, “I want to quit my job.” 

“And what do you want to do for work, then?” He asks, already supporting the decision. “You want to paint?” 

You shake your head, looking up at him, a wishful glint in your eye “I want to be an art teacher.” 

“Oh?” 

“Do you want to work for your father?” 

“Not in a million years, I— Princess, don’t get mad for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

You turn in the stool, looking up at him with an inquisitorial brow until he crouches down on the floor to meet your eye. 

“My plan has always been to pretend to work and go along with him until I graduate college. Then, I want to move away. I want to… I don’t know, get disowned?” 

Eyes widening, you take in a sharp breath and then cough into your hand. 

He offers you the cup so you can take the final sip out of it. 

“It’s part of why I went along with the PR relationship in the first place.” 

You nod and he gulps, staring as you get lost in thought for a second. 

“Why would I be mad?” 

“Because I sort of planned to use you?” 

“Not really, though. You wanted to use the relationship they threw us into?” 

“Yeah.” 

“That’s understandable, then. I… I understand.” This time, you’re the one gulping and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. “I, um, I’m not sure if I actually can go against my parents wishes and never see my brother again, Yun.” 

He shakes his head. “If you think for a second that Sukwon is going to give a fuck about your parents feelings, you’re wrong. I… Me and Gunho are not as close as I want us to be, you know? But we talk about things.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Sometimes,” his laugh lasts a few seconds only and then he clears his throat. “If there’s something I'm sure of, princess, is that your brother loves you with all his heart. If you want to step away from the family business, from your parents, he… He’ll understand.” 

You nod again. 

“And I’m not saying any of this because I want you to do the same things I want to do but I—” 

You interrupt him “What do you want to do?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you want to work as an engineer?” 

“Yes,” he breathes out and you smile, “but I also want to dance. Have an academy, maybe, but I need money and experience and a name.” 

“You already have a name.” 

“I need to make a name for myself, princess,” he explains and you nod like you already knew, because you probably did. “Get a stage name, maybe.” 

“Ha!” you laugh and he raises his eyebrows, amused by your reaction. “Maybe… Yunho the rakehell? Yunho… Oh! Yunho the bitchl—” 

“Stop that!” 

It seems like that joke is never to die down and he’s glad, he’s glad that he doesn’t take genuine offense in it anymore and he’s glad it makes you laugh in a way he wants to record and play on repeat forever. 

Grabbing his face, your thumbs brush against his cheeks and he can swear he has never felt so at ease until now. This, waking up and going out of the room to find you doing what you love. You, looking at him with some much love, it's hard to believe it took you both so long to leave your pride behind and work it out. 

“You are worth it, Yunho,” you whisper and he knows right away you’re referring to the fight you both had at the office, “and I have no idea how we’re going to make it, but we are. Of that I’m sure, my love. I trust you,” you brush his hair back and off his forehead, “I trust us.” 

He holds your face as well, the pad of his finger passing over the dry paint on your cheek.

“I trust us, too.” 

Before he can react, you’re smooching his lips again and he melts into the encounter, the passion of last night bleeding into his movements once again and painting him red when he gets on his knees and pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You yelp and laugh and then you moan into his mouth when his hands find your ass and his fingers dig into it through the jeans you’re wearing. 

Huh. 

You’re wearing jeans. 

They look so natural and good on you that he didn’t even notice it’s the first time he seeing you in jeans. 

“Again?” You ask, already winded and clinging onto him for dear life in a way that makes him laugh. He pulls back and finds you shyly smiling at him but it doesn’t really help your care that he can see right through the act. 

“Can you blame me?” 

“Yes, actually.” 

“Y/N…” 

“It was a joke,” you grab his shoulders to shake him to no avail and then before getting up you lean in to kiss his cheek in a manner so sweet that makes him all giddy, like a fool in love. Maybe because that’s what he is. “Take a shower.” 

“Take it with me.” He says, without thinking about it but one hundred percent meaning it. 

“I already showered.” 

He makes sure to scrunch his nose and make a funny face “Did you really?” 

It’s not really a surprise when you turn around from your painting and swipe your brush across his mouth. 

“I smell amazing and you smell like shit. Go and shower, Jeong.” 

He enjoys ticking you off a bit too much. Either way he laughs, the taste of paint on his tongue when he does and, when he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he hears the soft sound of your giggle and his heart feels full.  

And then you get him back like ten minutes later, by turning off the light in the bathroom and almost giving him a heart attack at the sudden loss of it. He breathes out an exaggerated sigh and, when you turn them back on, he turns around and watches you through the glass divider. 

Unfortunately for you, the glass is frosted from his chest down, but you lean against the marble counter and eye him suggestively nonetheless. He continues with his shower as if this is the most normal scenario ever for the two of you. 

It feels like it, anyway. 

“Can I help you, princess?” 

“Tomorrow I’ll go home,” you start, not a question or a request, but a fact. “I’ll go home and I'm going to sit with them all at dinner and let them hear what I’m going to do from now on. They don’t need to know that I’m going to take classes—” 

“You are?” 

Humming, you nod once and then twice after a second of looking at the floor, determination in your stare when you look up at him again. “I’m going to get a bachelor’s in art education, maybe just art first. It’ll take time but…” You shrug. 

“But you’ll be doing what makes you happy.” He finishes for you. 

“Yeah,” you return softly, “and I'll be detached from my family’s hip eventually.” 

“One will argue,” he says, closing his eyes to avoid shampoo to get into them, “that you’re already pretty independent.” 

“While doing my work and my brother’s work, sure,” you smile, “but not when it comes to living on my own.” 

An idea crosses his mind and colors his cheeks, so he hums “You’ll be lonely.” 

“I already feel that way at home… But I do love the idea of having a space all for myself.” 

He hums again and then wipes the water from his eyes to send you a look. 

“How much do you love it?” 

“Jeong,” you say, laughing when you finally get what he’s suggesting, “we’re not moving in together.” 

He pouts. 

“Yet.” 

He smiles at you again. 

“Besides,” turning around, you let out a tired sigh when you catch the paint on your face and then you open the faucet to clean it off, “then Yeosang would miss you too much and he’ll blame me. I don’t want your friend to hate me.”

“He would never—” 

You don’t let him dismantle your excuses “What is he up to with that documentary, anyway?” 

He closes the shower and reaches for a towel the next second, not even bothering fully covering himself up when he gets out and you send him a look through the mirror, one he can’t decide if it’s in reproach or if it’s charged with something else. Probably both. 

But he plays coy and tries his best to answer your question as he secures the towel around his hips. 

“He’s doing this documentary about dance, he’s been working on it for a while. Obviously I’m the star of it,” he watches you roll your eyes and he bumps your arm with his in retaliation. “But my co-stars are taking all of his attention now. It’s kind of annoying.” 

“And he finds them— your co-stars I mean,” your eyes roll again, “at the club?” 

Yunho barely helps the laugh that spills out of his lips.

“No, um, that’s a completely different story. He keeps saying that he needs to film this one girl for the documentary but we all stopped believing him when he almost got beat up for filming her,” he explains, his hands brushing his wet hair back, “and he went back to do it again anyway.” 

Your hip connects to the countertop again, your back to the mirror “So he’s in love?” 

“I don’t think so. I think he’s… Intrigued.” 

“Is she an exotic dancer or something?” 

“What?” 

“What?” you return, shrugging, “nothing wrong with stripping for a living.”

“I know, that’s not what I meant—” 

“Do you have something against strippers, Yunho?” Your eyes narrow at him. 

“N-no, of course I—”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“Princess…” He breathes out another laugh, a nervous chuckle this time. “Stop teasing me.” 

Your frown slowly breaks into a smile and he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“But you look so cute when you’re flustered!”

He stops messing with his hair to grab your hips and make sure you have nowhere to go, trapped between his body and the cold marble behind you. 

“I’m not cute,” he says, low, almost in a whisper, “and I showered.” 

“Yunho… Are you not hungry at all? You have to eat something.” 

He wants to laugh again but he stops himself, his hands roaming your front and slipping to your legs when he kneels a little “Hm, I’m starving.” 

Gasping when he kisses your middle through your shirt, you push him away with feign distress written all over your expression. 

“Jeong!” 

He gets back up again “What?” 

“Are you going to be this much of a troublemaker when we live together? I have things to do!” 

He stops, his hands holding your hips still and then you gasp again when he tugs and presses you against his body. 

“You said when.” 

You gulp “I know what I said.” 

“You’re making plans for the future and I’m in them.” 

“Well,” you titter with a nervous glint in your eye, but your chin is up the next second, “you know what? Yeah. Yes, I am, because I love—” 

He presses his lips against yours before you finish your sentence and when he pulls away you push on his chest again. 

“Annoying.” You say but you don’t mean it and he laughs, his arms going around you before you melt into his embrace fully. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Mhm.” 

You think about it, he can feel you thinking as he rocks you both from side to side “No,” you finally say, in a whisper and then your next words come out firmer. “No, I need to do this on my own. I would love to see you later tomorrow night, though.” 

“Hm, I have practice and then I promised to help Gyuri move in with Wooyoung but I can tell them that I’m in love and busy.” 

“No, no,” you pull back, smiling a little, “Can I… I mean, I can help.”

He smiles as well “You want to?” 

You nod. 

“She has a bunch of shit but San is moving most of the stuff because, partially, it’s his fault she has to move, so.” 

“Hm, how so?”

“Gyuri and his girlfriend live together, for years now, and now they want to move in with each other so Gyuri is forced to live with the embodiment of mischief while she finds an apartment she can afford.” 

You laugh “I don’t think it bothers her that much.” 

“Why?” He frowns and, at his question, you give him an incredulous look. “Why?” 

“Baby, oh my God.” 

He lets you go and you push him away fully, getting out of the bathroom. 

“Do you know something I don’t?” 

“Figure it out, dummy!” 

He’s truly, genuinely and utterly confused, but the smile on his face hardly goes down as he watches you sit down in front of your painting again, from the bathroom door’s threshold. 

And his heart aches for the pain you’re probably going to endure the next day. 

When you enter the code to your front door, bag in hand, it’s almost lunch time. You didn’t let them know you’ll be returning today but you’re sure the way your suitcase falls at the dining room’s entrance is enough to alert them. Sukwon jumps a little, your mother lets out a scream and your father looks up from his phone slowly, gives you a look, and then looks back down. 

“Oh, great, you’re back. Y/N, next time would you please let me know when you’re showing up so I can schedule your appointments accordingly— Kim Y/N!” 

Your mother's scandalized scream is not what surprises you. What surprises you is the hug Sukwon gets up to give you, a tight squeeze that you smile into and then make a face at when he pulls away. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to just you. “Don’t let her tell you otherwise.” 

Nodding, you finally face your mother whose jaw is almost hitting the floor by now. Your father, as usual, is unbothered and tapping his fingers against the glass of the table, impatiently waiting for his food. 

“Why do you mutilate yourself like this? And without notifying your team, nonetheless! We’ll have to… Get you some hair extensions for the shoot that you have—”

“No.”

She pauses, her jaw ticking and her eyebrow raising in warning. A few months ago, the mere thought of upsetting her would’ve sent you into a panic attack. Now, you stand your ground and curve your lips with pride, lift your chin up with courage and hold the handle of your suitcase a little tighter because you need it, because your hands tremble a little. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said no,” you repeat yourself and your tone gains you your father's attention. “I’m sure the public can survive a haircut, mom. Can you?” 

“Kim Y/N do not talk to me like that!” 

She steps your way and your brother steps a side, giving you a wide eyed look that can only mean a here she goes again and you purse your lips to stop yourself from nervously laughing at it. 

“You cut your hair, you leave for three months and come back all… All chubby,” oh, my god, “and you dare to speak to me that way?!” 

The mention of your weight does send a little panic cruising through you. It has your father huffing from his seat and your brother snapping his head rapidly in your mother’s direction, a frown creasing his eyebrows and you can tell he’s about to say something but you stop him with a shake of your head.

And then you laugh. 

You taste something bitter in your mouth and you can see the exact moment she notices her words are not affecting you the way they usually do. 

“I think it’s time I move out,” you start, with a tiny, sardonic smile on your lips, “and I also think it is also time you think about the way you speak to me, mother. And I think you,” you turn to your father, “need to think about all the times you allowed her to talk to me that way.”

Your dad looks up, raises his eyebrows, hums and then looks back down again. 

“Sure thing.” He says. 

“What is happening right now?” your mother asks, a nervous chuckle coming out of her and after that she moves her hand, dismissing your point and turning to go to her seat again. “You’re talking nonsense. Go upstairs and wash. You’re obviously not having dinner, I hope.” 

She’s always doing it on purpose, bringing you down like that on purpose, but right now? Right now she craves vengeance. You notice it in the way she looks for your reaction when she looks up. 

“I am having dinner. Not here, not with you, not anymore.” 

Your mother sighs, rubs her forehead with her thumb and her index “Kim Y/N, I beg, stop terrorizing me and—” 

“She’s moving in with me.” 

You turn to Sukwon, he gives you a look to signal you to follow his lead. 

“She’s a little bit too grown up and independent to live under your roof still, mom. Dad?” He asks and your father looks up. “Don’t you agree?” 

“Well,” your father cleans his throat, his back hitting the back of his chair as he thinks it over, “she is capable of being on her own. Besides, her room can make a wonderful office for you, dear.” 

“Her room is staying hers because she’s not going anywhere!” Your mom stands up again, voice dark and tone painted over with something you’ve never even heard before. Not coming from her, at least: Fear. “Why do you suddenly want to move out? Is there…” She closes her mouth and then gulps, breathing out a laugh the next second. “Are you running away with someone, Y/N? Is that it? Did you fall in love on your little trip? You’re promised to someone!” 

“Promised? I am not promised because we’re in the twenty-first century, mom!” 

“To Yunho, Y/N! Don’t be stupid and tell your little fling to get lost!”

“Mom…” Sukwon warns but she laughs again, indignant. 

“What? She knows this already. How would the Jeong’s feel if—” 

“I don’t care what they feel!” 

Your voice resonates in the room, it shuts everyone up, it makes your mom take a step back and your father blocks his phone, finally interested in what’s going on. 

“I am with Yunho.” 

Your mother smiles a second too late at what you said and opens her mouth, but you interrupt whatever nonsense she’s about to spew out. 

“I am with him but not because you or his mother planned it. I’m not trying to fullfill your little fucked up fantasy—” 

“Y/N!” She gasps at the cursing but you continue nonetheless. 

“I am with him because I love him. I love him and he loves me and we are together because, against all odds, we ended up bonding and finding comfort and solace in each other. We made the choice, we did,” you insist on it, to let her know that it doesn’t matter if you two being together is exactly what she wanted, the final say is on you and Yunho alone. “I have something you two could never have and that’s companionship and true understanding that’s not rutted in power or in money. He… He made me realize we’re so much more than this.” You move your hands in the space between you and the rest of the room and your father hums a bitter sound in return.

“This,” your father gets up from his seat, hands going in the pockets of his dress pants and eyebrows raised with a sardonic edge to them that pisses you off, “is your family.”

“I know and that makes it worse,” you nod and the slow anger showing in his expressions grows just a tad bit more, so you go on before anyone else can interrupt you again. “Here’s what’s going to happen from now on, dad; If you want me to, I’ll keep working at the company, but Sukwon's responsibilities are solely his from now on,”  you turn to your brother and he gives a fake pout but then he nods. “My job is simple, my job should allow me to focus on what I really want and, once I get what I really want, I'll make sure to find someone who can fit my spot so seemingly you won't even notice I'm gone.”

“I thought that what you wanted was to work for this company, Y/N.” Your father says.

“I thought so too,” you murmur back to him before shrugging, “but now I’m not so sure.” 

A bit of pregnant silence passes. The air feels thick now that you told them your terms, your plan or what you allowed them to hear of it anyways. Like you told your boyfriend, there’s no need for them to know that you want to take classes or teach. 

You’ll just do it. No need for their approval.  

But your mother still grasps at the control she had on you three months ago. She holds on to it, desperately and, if you were someone else and the situation was any different, you would probably admire the strength it takes to stay this egotistical and delusional until the end. 

She doesn’t seem to understand that her only daughter is running away from her. You’re not sure she cares, either and it hurts because, deep down, you expected to walk off with redemption on her side. 

Sometimes, there’s no redemption at all from the people who hurt you. 

And that’s also okay. 

“Are you done?” She asks, looking around. “Are you all done with this nonsense?” 

Taking in a breath, you try to tell her that what you said it’s what’s going to happen but she is not having it. 

“No,” her finger is up and you raise your eyebrow at it, which gains you a raise on hers in return. “No. You’re not looking for a replacement and no you’re not moving out. That’s insane, Kim Y/N, that’s—” 

“What’s my favorite color?” You interrupt to ask her and she stops, opening and closing her mouth while searching for an answer. “What’s my favorite sweet?” 

“You don’t have one.” 

“I do, I actually have two. What’s my favorite book? Movie? Song?” You turn to your dad this time. “What’s my favorite marketing strategy? Do you even know that one?” 

Silence. 

“You don’t know me enough to want to keep me here. I understand why you might think you do, but you don’t. Because, guess what? I’m an adult.”

Your mother opens her mouth and closes it again when you shake your head. 

And although you’re not speaking to her anymore, you keep looking at your mother straight in the eye and you’re able to catch the exact moment she realizes she lost. 

She lost. 

“I’m an adult with a paying job and savings you didn’t need to know anything about. So you either take it or leave it. Dad?” 

“You want me to decide now?” 

You let out a bitter laugh “You can do whatever you want. Just know that I’m not settling for anything else but what I told you. I can either train someone or you can fire me and I can look for a new job,” you explain, “but either way I’m out of here.” 

Your mother sighs and then mutters under her breath, but you catch it “What is everyone going to say?” 

“I don’t care,” you tell her again and at the response she looks up, startled, like she didn’t expect you to keep going. “Now, I hope you have a lovely lunchr.”

You’re positively shaking when you step into the hallway and through the front door again, with your suitcase in your hand still and no actual plan on where you want to go. Maybe back to the hotel?

Mind reeling, it finally registers the fact that your mother turned to your father and pleaded him to do something for the sake of the family's image just before you stepped foot outside of the house. It was a screech of don't let her go, do something! laced with clear selfish concern. 

You feel panic rising, closing your throat up and you feel lost, lost in what you just did, lost in what it actually means for you. 

“Hey, hey.” Sukwon catches up to you quickly, his keys in his hands, his breath jagged like he escaped your mother’s claws because that’s probably what happened. “Sell out! You needed to signal me when you wanted to leave, dumbass!” 

His eyes linger on your trembling hands when he takes the suitcase from you and you do your best to steady them. 

“You didn’t have anything to eat.” 

“I know. Where are you going?” 

“To… I don’t really know. Yunho’s dorm?” 

Sukwon laughs. 

“You have a house, you know.”

“I think I’m very much homeless right now. I’m getting trapped and probably thrown in a cell if I go back inside.” You swallow tightly as the realization washes over you. “She’s so mad.” 

“My house,” he clarifies, rolling his eyes. “I told them you’re moving in with me, didn’t I?” 

“Sukwon…” 

“I meant it,” there’s something soft in his eyes before he turns to open the main gate so you can both walk up to his car. “You can stay with me. Like you said, you’re grown and I won't have to look after you anymore.” 

“Pfft,” that brings out a genuine laugh out of you, “anymore.” 

“I remember running behind you in the garden because you couldn't keep still the second you learned how to walk!” 

You look at him with a pout as he opens the trunk, throwing your bag in it without any care in the world. 

Like an older brother would. 

If your eyes turn watery, you make sure to swallow back the emotion before he can figure out why. 

“Can I have my own room?” 

“You have a room there already,” he admits, shrugging. “I mean, I thought about you when buying the apartment. Guhno usually stays there but I’m sure he can take the couch when he comes over and— Aw, Y/N!” 

By the time he closes the trunk, you’re already crying. A little, enough for him to notice it. 

“I don’t want to hear it. Open the door.” 

“I’m so telling Yunho you cried!” 

“Leave him out of it!” You push his shoulder, quickly getting into the car when he unblocks the doors and he does the same. “He’s staying over whenever he wants, by the way.” 

Sukwon laughs, his eyes wide when he turns to you “Not a chance in hell, Kim Y/N.”

“Okay, then your boyfriend is not staying over either!” 

“I don’t have a boyfriend!” 

You muse, trying not to laugh “I’m telling Gunho oppa you’re denying your love to my face.”

Your brother lets out a sigh and then you squeak when he pulls your hair, playfully, before looking at you with the most sincere stare Kim Sukwon has probably given anyone ever. 

“I’m really proud of you, kid.” 

Pouting again, you look away and through the window as he pulls out of the curb and into the streets, the house you grew up in quickly fading into the background and your heart thumping hard against your ribs. 

“Are you crying again?” 

“Ugh,” you turn to him, tears running down your cheeks and a smile pulling at your lips, “you’re so annoying.” 

Your clothes are now in your room at Sukwon’s (and yours) apartment, in the walk-in closet. Your brother's taste is nothing short of luxurious and obnoxious and the room is decorated in a way you would never think of decorating it but he swears he has someone who can fix it for me if he wants to.

He forgets that you already know Seonghwa but it's okay, because when you show up at Gyuri’s old apartment, you make sure to find him to tell him just that. 

“I've literally told him that we both know Yunho and each other. Wasn't he the one who gave you my number?” Seonghwa asks, mouth hanging open a bit in surprise. 

“He did, yes.” 

Seonghwa huffs in amusement and you shrug a little “Well, do you want me to work in your room?” He asks after a few seconds and you smile, considering. 

“I think I’m going to do it myself, Hwa.” 

At the nickname, his smile widens and he nods. You think he’s about to say something else, however your attention drifts from your newfound friend and your eyes search for Yunho in the middle of the room, on the floor, as he takes a piece of furniture apart. 

He’s wearing a dark grey crewneck that makes him look so deliciously good you can’t barely help your staring. There’s not one ounce of shame on your body and you’re sure it shows on your face because Seonghwa laughs besides you. 

“So I didn’t paint over the tree,” he says and you frown, turning to him, “but I take you reconsidered my point anyway?” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

“It’s not going to happen,” the mockery in his tone while he tries to make an impression of you doesn’t offend you because you can see the intention behind it and it makes you laugh, roll your eyes and close your arms over your chest, like a child who just got caught. “It’s not going to happen, my ass. Look at you!” 

“So I was wrong, who cares?” 

“I do, I love being right.” 

“He does,” Wooyoung comes into view from the kitchen, a drop of sweet doing his temple and into his cheek that Seonghwa wipes away like it’s nothing. “But I can say I called it first, remember? I’m never wrong.”

“You most certainly are,” Hwa says and you laugh at the expression Wooyoung makes to his friend, offended. Seonghwa turns to you. “He’s wrong most of the time.” 

“Okay, that’s it, you’re helping me with the weird spice rack she insists on taking.” Wooyoung takes his elder arm and pulls, making you laugh and Seonghwa gasps. 

“You’ve been working on that all afternoon!”

“She installed it herself so it’s all wonky, Hwa.” 

Gyuri screams from behind a pile of clothes. You can't even see her even though you know she's standing up. “It is not wonky, Jung Wooyoung!” 

Pursing your lips so you don't laugh at her predicament, you watch as Wooyoung silently communicates to Seonghwa that the space rack is, in fact, wonky and then you jump a little when arms close around you from behind. 

“Stop complaining, Woo, you're going to have the pleasure to install it however you want later.” Yunho's voice is close to your ear and you hug the arms that hold you, melting into the embrace. 

Gyuri laughs sharply when she registers what he said and Wooyoung makes a face at your boyfriend “I hate it here.” 

“Sure you do, Wooyoung.” You nod at him, joking even though you don’t know him that well, and Seonghwa joins the tiny laugh you let out at the face Wooyoung gives you. 

“I truly did not need a new addition to the group if I was going to get bullied by them as well.” 

You fake offense, laughing a second later and Yunho swats a hand on his friend’s shoulder as he passes by you both and into the kitchen again. Seonghwa rolls his eyes before following Wooyoung into the kitchen as well. 

Yunho breathes out, his lips finding your cheek “How are you feeling?” 

Turning to him, you smile a little. You know he’s asking about what went a little earlier today. 

“I’m good, baby,” you whisper back, leaning in a little and kissing him tenderly on the lips. He reciprocates but when you pull away you can see the concern in his eyes. “I promise. I already knew how she was going to react.” 

“Me too but that doesn’t make it any less fucked up, Princess.” 

“I know,” letting out a sigh, you turn to the living room again and the corners of your lips lift at the mess. “But I’m out of the house and I’m alright now.” 

“My mom texted me to congratulate us.” 

“Oh?” You don’t turn to him again but your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Did you answer?” 

“No,” he breathes out a laugh, “but I should.”

“We can’t run from them forever, Yun,” you feel him nod against you and, finally, you turn around completely to face him. His hands find your waist, his lips curve as he watches you over and you do the same. “Also, you’re banned from my house.” 

His smile drops. 

“Huh?” 

“Sukwon doesn’t want you sleeping over.” 

“What did I do?” 

You hear someone laughing behind you and Gyuri comes into view a second later “You’re the official boyfriend now, Yunho, you lost your sleeping over privileges.” 

“I never had them to begin with!” 

“Well—” The sound of glass breaking stops her in her tracks and she goes a little pale at what it means. “Call the police, I’m committing a murder and then turning myself in.” 

And then she disappears into the kitchen as well. Faintly, you can hear Seonghwa laughing. You hold onto Yunho, fingers threading softly into the strands of hair on his neck. 

“They’re not helping us when we move in together.” 

Yunho laughs. 

“When we move in together we’re going to hire professionals.” 

“Exactly.” 

“And Seonghwa can do the interior design of the main part of the house but we can handle our room and studios by ourselves.” 

“Mhm.” 

There’s that slight glint of concern that crosses his expression again when you take in a deep breath, but you shake your head so he can let go of it. 

“We’ll be okay, Yun. We are okay.” 

You watch him swallow tightly but then he nods. There’s a lot you both should be concerned about right now but, as you hear Wooyoung scream from the kitchen and a loud smack against the wall nearest to you, you both silently decide to be in the moment. 

It doesn’t really matter what hardships you go through, as long as you’re together. 

“Against all odds,” you insist, “we’ll be alright.” 

I love them and I'm so sad to let them go but hey! that's life! If you read all the way down hear, thank you so, so much. Don't be afraid to go into my askbox to make comments, suggestions, etc! I will take everything into account for my other stories. Thank you!

© jensthwa, 2025.

[theflowergothic]

Okay, I'm Back (Kinda)

First lesson of the day is I apparently can't spend a lot of time away from y'all. So I'm back! 😂

I might as well give a recap of what happened for those unaware:

Long story short, one of Kelly's fangirls attempted to dox me. Apparently my work (and promoting said work) hit so hard she decided the next logical step was to try and contact my parents and my job.

Because nothing screams “healthy parasocial response” like going nuclear on someone who made a video essay and wants it to be successful. 🫠

The person behind it is someone I’m familiar with: Elisabeth/ formula1bliz/tothegrandprix. I know it’s her because she uses the same pfp for all her accounts. A truly masterful game of disguise if you want to be found out immediately.

She’s been unhinged about my content for a while now... quote-retweeting me from the shadows, trying to "discredit" my work through by giving long diatribes to out-of-context scenes, and framing public receipts as private attacks.

But I kind of forgot she existed until last week, when she showed up in my Tumblr askbox. 😂

But on Monday, things escalated.

That morning, I officially opened applications for people to translate the full exposé. It got a lot of attention (and a LOT of applications, my goodness!).

What did Elisabeth do? She then posted on her story encouraging people to mass report my accounts. Because of course she did.

(We’ll get to that email later lol)

Let's pause and take this in: she got blocked for boundary crossing behavior, and her response was to… threaten more boundary crossing behavior. And what the hell i she trying to even accomplish here? Prove that I have a public email address where I take YouTube inquiries?

But then... Elisabeth escalated. She posted my last name (which while it's an open secret, is not something I utilize in my public branding), my parents’ names, and my employer. She encouraged people to contact them.

Let me be really clear: this was a deliberate attempt to incite harassment, compromise my safety, and try to silence me through fear. And that’s not activism. That’s not even messiness. That’s targeted cruelty.

Also, remember how I said I’ve been doxxed before? Long ago? Luckily, I knew exactly what to do. I contacted my friends to ask them to report the content, flagged everything I needed to flag, took screenshots, and filed formal reports where appropriate. I didn’t spiral. I didn’t panic. I didn’t let them rewrite the narrative.

And before you say "But you're doing the same thing by operating hate accounts!!!" I'm not. Not even close. What I do is not harassment. It’s not about inciting a mob, revealing someone’s location, or endangering their job or family. I critique a public figure based on public behavior, using public records and public platforms. It’s cultural commentary/media analysis with a hint of performance art. If you can’t tell the difference between that and a targeted smear campaign designed to endanger someone in real life, maybe the issue isn’t my exposé. Maybe it’s your media literacy.

The most ironic thing, at least in my opinion, is their attempt to contact my family over my content. Why? They’re already well aware of what I do! My dad was the mandatory reporter I consulted for the exposé parts detailing Max’s childhood. My brother LITERALLY VOICED MAX IN THE VIDEOS.

Here’s what happened when someone actually tried to follow through on contacting my family: I got a text from my dad. Not because he was shocked about my content, but because people started bothering him directly. He wasn’t upset about what I said. He was worried about the lengths these strangers were going to to silence it. He was worried about how it could affect ME.

But I’m not going to walk away from this just because some insane Kelly fans don’t like the fact I post a lot of samples from my work (alongside other projects). That’s not how I work. The abridged exposé is still coming out as scheduled. The translations are still underway. And I have my future plans set in stone.

I'm slowly going to return to my normal posting schedule over the next week or so. Just know that I'm okay and nothing happened to me or my family.

And a note to anyone else who thinks weaponizing personal information will stop me: all you’re doing is proving my point. You’re confirming exactly what the exposé laid out. You're proving how power defends itself through deflection, coercion, and intimidation.

F

(PS: The dox did get deleted as far as I know, but Elisabeth then sent me this weird email yesterday morning. Make of it what you will.)

[theallianceofcelestials]

Could we have an ETD drabble?

Where Eclipse finds some child on the oil rig (Presumably one of the dead workers', or simply snuck onto a boat or helicopter to there), an the child immediately cling onto Eclipse because he 'seemed familiar ' in a sense?

Well EtD is based on a game called Still Wakes the Deep, which takes place in the 1970s. There's no bring your kid to work day then to the best of my knowledge, and even if there was, it's not really possible for anyone to bring their kid onto board. Especially seeinga as they spent months out on the sea, without visiting family, aside for the holidays, which only lasts for a couple weeks. There's no way a child was brought onto an oil rig, especially when to the best of my knowledge, they at least somehow monitored who was brought on.

So Eclipse can't meet a freshly orphaned kid on an oil rig, cuz there's no way one's there. He CAN however meet a kid on the mainland

Also, kinda struggled with this one. Which is why it took so long. Might stop doin drabbles for a bit again, haha. But only after the next one, which will be the last, seein as it's been sittin in the askbox for a bit too

Eclipse will have to admit, seeing his lover in action on the mainland was something. And not neccessarily something good.

Ruin and him both know he's currently hiding, even if neither of them really wants to say it out loud. Instead they call it Eclipse taking a break.It's much better like this for both of their health and mood. This way they can avoid... unneccessary talks.

Like how he's kind of terrified of his eldritch horror lover, and how said eldritch horror lover is hurt by this.

It's not like he's doing it on purpose. He wants to be calm around his lover, he really does! It's just that...

Seeing him effortlessly murder people who never did anything to Eclipse, mainly children, just doesn't sit right with him.

So right now he's taking a walk, hoping it'll clear his head from all the screaming that's already quietened. If only because he's out of the immediate 'danger' zone.

He just didn't count with running into people

There, hiding under the overhang of a house, is a child tellingly covered in blood. He recognises him, if only because of the fiery red hair and the vibrant green eyes. The child also seems to recognise him too.

But instead of doing the logical thing, running away and screaming, the child cries out, and throws himself at Eclipse's feet, latching on with surprising strength.

He tries to gently shake the child off, if only because he doesn't want the kid to die and touching him is a surefire way to, but no matter how he tries he just wouldn't budge. He insists on curling around him more.

"Kid, you should really let go-"

"NO!"

Somehow he becomes more sticky, and Eclipse stops trying to pry him off with a deep sigh.

He can't really blame the kid. Especially when he's more than likely orphaned.

"So you gonna cling to me?"

"Yes" and he really has to strain to hear the next part "You're familiar..."

He frowns at that, more than sure he never really met this random kid before. Especially because he's spent most of his life out on the sea, which is actually kind of sad now that he thinks about it. There's no way they've ever met.

But then he frowns, thinking back to how he was surrounded with detectives and whatnot after the first rig, and amongst those people were newspaper people. They're called journalists he thinks?

"Did you see me in the paper?"

The kid doesn't nod, but he also doesn't shake his head, so it's a maybe. Not that surprising honestly.

Probably one of his parents used to read the paper before... well...

Best not to think about it

"Love"

Fuck

The small arms tighten around him, and he turns his head to look at Ruin, who's busy eyeing the child wrapped around his leg

"What is that?"

Well shit. He really doesn't want to see this little turd get murdered

"Just some scared kid. Ran from the dock area all the way here"

"Ah"

Mismatched eyes continue to stare, and he shifts just the tiniest bit until he's shielding the child from view. The subtle frown of his lover lets him know it was noticed.

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

It's said so casually it scares him. But what else was he expecting from his lover? He's an eldritch horror for crying out loud!

"Not neccessary." then because apparently they're doing this anyway: "I don't like you killing kids."

Ruin frowns, closing off with an air of something Eclipse can't quite parse. He just knows it's not positive

"Very well"

And then the avatar disappears, leaving him with the child clinging to him and a bitter taste in his mouth.

They'll need to talk later

[stellaspectral]

Writing Update & Requests Closing

Sorry ya’ll, I’ve been really busy lately. I know I need to sit and edit a bunch of stuff, as well as play catch-up on the requests backlog (PS: I tend to schedule them to post every two days or so when I do have them done.) The next chapter of SK will be out as soon as I have a chance to tweak some things and polish it.

Here’s another reminder that I’ll be closing requests roughly by the end of next Tuesday. After that, they’ll be temporarily closed for a while so I can complete what I have, clear out my askbox, and work on other TMNT fics as well as non-TMNT stories for my sideblogs.

So, if you want to send in some requests, you have until the end of May 27th. Before sending them, please check out my request rules and take a gander at my masterlist. 😊

[ponydoodles]

Some updates + Requests!

Helloo everyone, mod treat here! just a few things i wanted to cover in a little update post :] First thing is, I'm now taking over the blog/server! I wanted to say thank you so much to mod mizzle for making such a wonderful kind community and space for us pony fans 🤗 If you want to carry on seeing their art you can check it out here 💚 this also means that any concerns or questions should now be sent my way instead! Secondly, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! HOWEVER, for a much shorter time. We are trialling keeping the askbox open for a few days for THEMED REQUESTS (more on that soon) while keeping our old requests so you dont need to resend any! we will still clear out the askbox occasionally and keep it open for longer, but this time is more like a little themed top up :3 our first prompt this time is SEASONAL FUN! maybe you want to see your favourite pony chilling at the beach, a ship you like sharing a mug of hot chocolate, anything you'd like!

This also ties in to my next point, we are now doing art prompts in the discord server along with running guest artists there! Each month Ill post a new art prompt for server members to complete and to tie into the blog! Our first prompt over there is also seasonal themed >:3 Guest artists are for server members ONLY currently, anyone who's in the discord is free to apply through the form! If you're interested you can join our server here! https://discord.gg/8QRdekZRxV

[leatafandom]

🌸 2025 Spring Update 🌸

Happy Spring everyone! I was trying to plan out my writing year a bit more yesterday and got to thinking I'd make an update, especially when I realized I might not be posting that many new things for a bit after posting the two stories I'm working on for @fanficocean's Coffee Shop Writing Challenge. It's a little because of life but a lot because I… I actually need to write the words. With that said, below the cut is a rough look at what I'm hoping to work on this spring and probably continue to work on into summer… maybe fall too.

For all the updates for the season, see below the beautiful divider made by @silkhollan.

Spring Prompts/Fic Requests - You may have noticed I closed my main askbox last year after the spooky season. It just got to be too little asks and way too much spam. It's been a few months, and I am considering opening it up again for prompt requests and games, 'cause I miss it. I might run a poll at some point about it, but I'm still just not sure. Feel free to let me know how you feel about it, or if you just generally have a request. We can chat, and I'll do my best ❤️

Spring Cleaning - The WIPs! Every spring I always partake in a Deep Clean and that also counts for all the WIPs that survived the Winter Purge. There are quite a few half finished one-shots this year, and I'm hoping to take some time to finish them all. Mainly: Searching For the Sun (Clex vampire Lex story), Pinocchio and the Trickster (a continuation of Choke Me Like it Matters), Like Poetry (a cold flash tale), and The Loft (a continuation of Its Always Something in Smallville). I have more, so many more, but these have caught the Muse's eye lately.

Lost in Translation, Part 2 - I have been working on this! It's been like pulling teeth, but I do have a more defined outline and actual scenes drafted. I also have decided how it's gonna be formatted. Which will just be a continuation of the original story that ended with Chapter 12, meaning that whenever I'm done writing it, it'll start at chapter 13. The next update will probably be when I update the chapter number. I really have no timeframe of when I'll be done with it, but it is on my mind. I really want to thank everyone again for comments and kudos, they have really driven me back to this story.

Monster Eater Verse - I know it's so early to be talking about my sweet bloody babies but working on the next two arcs are taking a lot of my mind space right now so it merits a mention. This year's I feel like I've mentioned The Boy King's Destiny a lot, but it's nearly done as far as writing. The last chapter just needs work and looks like it's gonna be happening on schedule for October 1st. It's super plot driven and a major story arc in the series that has been referred to on more than occasion within the series. I'm excited to share it!

But not completely the update I wanted to make about this verse, because the next part —oh the next part I am excited about. It has a lot of flushing, and I've been flushing ever since writing Songbird, to go, but the next major arc will be what happens directly after that. I feel like I've made it very clear throughout the series, especially with Taste of Cherry, that this universe is different. That the rules are different, that it's darker, that it's very clearly not canon divergent or adjacent, but this next arc makes it very clear just how different. Tentatively titled Sing For Me will be a multi chapter story that focuses completely on Loki telling Sam the story of Gabriel, the archangels, and the creation of their universe. It is so fun, and it has officially moved into my brain and started taking over from the back burner.

[best-type-moon-couple]

The Winner of the “Best Type-Moon Couple” Tournament is…

Gilgamesh and Enkidu (52% of the Vote)

[Congratulations for the Runner-ups, Mr. Sakamoto Ryouma and Mrs. Sakamoto Oryou, who came close with 48% of the Vote]

Thank you so much to the 502 people who voted in the final poll, as well as everyone else who participated/nominated/followed this tournament. I appreciate every single one of you and hope to see you next time I do something like this again. Until then, thanks for voting, see you whenever there’s a next time!

Letter from the Mod (Under the Cut):

Introduction:

So… uh… been a while since we talked like this, completely nervous, unprepared tournament mod to the hundreds of thousands of potential listeners and followers of the poll. Well, now that it’s over, I want to introduce myself.

Hi, you can call me Snow. I’ve been a Type-Moon fan for about a year now. I got into this series when my cousin introduced me to “Fate” and from there I started to grow on this series at an… large… unnormal… potentially problematic and unhealthy way.

“Where’d the inspiration come from?”:

When I got into Fate, the one thing that reached out to me were the characters themselves and their relationship with one another, and the more I looked into the nasuverse, the more characters that I found that I feel in love with, the more I started to hate, the more I started to have convoluted and mixed feelings towards, but the one thing I loved about most was how characters interacted with each other and how well, or unwell, they get along and nothing else can show my love and appreciation for character dynamics than the couples of Type-Moon.

The couples of Type-Moon range anywhere from being weird to comical to sad to disgusting to wholesome and even genuinely life changing, with the characters themselves having dynamic that either showed how much they pine for love, how love broke them, how love managed to fix them, or by simply how wholesome they are. When Samurai Remnant released and featured a character who loves their spouse very much that they make it their main focus in game, juxtaposed by their spouse still showing their love and devotion for them, it was the thing that eventually caused me to make this tournament in the first place (they weren’t in the tournament though, but it’s the thought that counts).

Running the Tournament:

I was completely sure that I wanted to run this tournament, but the main caveat was the fact that I never ran a tournament like this before and it became very clear, very quickly that I had no idea what I was doing (the potentially weird rules for the tournament and the delayed start times were a big red flag of this, so I’m glad we had so many people stuck around despite that).

Still, I wanted to do my best for this tournament, so I created everything myself (with my sister helping to find a tournament bracket website). And when I mean everything I mean I edited together the main banner of the blog and edited together most of the couple portraits (I got lazy and used official art for some of them, guess which ones)

What’s next?:

Honestly, I want to do another tournament sometime. Obviously not immediately since I also want time off, but I’d also want to do something else and see more people come together to vote on something we all may or may not enjoy. And while I have no ideas at the moment (if you want to give any ideas then feel free to share then through the askbox or through the submission box) but maybe this blog will go through a renovation when I figured something out, hm?

Want to see what I do?:

Well, in case you wanna follow me specifically, then you can follow my personal blog (@player-blandon) for more of my personal things or things I post about games I like sometimes. I don’t post there consistently, and when I do it’s probably, mostly, shitposts unless I’m live-blogging a game I’m playing through or (in the most recent post’s case) doodled something I wanted to share. It’s the place where I share things sometimes and hopefully it’s a place where I can talk to all of you about some stuff as well (chances are I’m going to be posting more fate and type-moon things after this tournament).

Closing Thoughts:

Honestly, this tournament was a bigger undertaking than what I originally thought, but I’m glad I did this. I consider it a learning experience.

Thank you all once again for participating in this tournament. Congratulations to the King of Heroes and his only friend for winning and good job Ryouma and Oryou for putting on a good fight. We all put in a lot in this tournament and I hope to see you all again when I do something like this again…

…until then, I’ll see you whenever I can. Goodbye everyone. See you later!

[66sharkteeth]

hi it seems like from some of your posts that City of Blank has been getting a lot of negativity/hate recently so as a semi-longtime reader (ok just since it debuted on originals but it FEELS like a long time) I wanted to drop in and say that CoB is probably like. one of my favorite fandoms ever of all time. As a person who gets really intense about their interests but in a way where I'm constantly bouncing from one thing to the next I have a lot of love for a lot of stuff but thinking about it I've probably generated the highest word count of talking about CoB online to my friends out of any fandom I've ever been in. because I physically cannot stop saying shit abt my favorite characters and the themes and literally everything (to this day. up to this moment. there's a specific like two scenes where if they cross my mind at all I can't stop thinking about them for at least like 20m. it's kind of a problem lol). I also have like rlly bad brainrot rn bc of tonight's update so my friend is probably going to get an earful...anyway this is not meant to sound deranged in your askbox but the point I'm trying to make is that there are DEFINITELY people out there who are still so excited about your comic bc it's incredible and all the haters are Wrong and Bad. so yeah

ahah thank you. though to be clear, i think i'm making things sound worse than they really are. nobody's out there like... slandering the comic and saying its the worst thing they've ever read, except for like...literally 1 or 2 people who have a hardon for letting everyone know how much they hate it haha (main reason i've stopped going to the Webtoon subreddit, which is a shame, because I really did enjoy some of my conversations there). there is more negative comments than there used to be i feel like, but it's just people critiquing it or saying they feel like it's gone down hill. Nobody's saying it's total horse shit or anything (give or take those couple of people who for some reason act like it killed their grandma).

my confidence and self-worth in the comic is just paper thin these days and i do find it confusing that back when it was...objectively worse IMO, it almost never got any criticism, but now that it's getting to things i'm really proud of, suddenly it's gone down hill to a lot of people. makes me question how much i really know about writing. but thank you. i do my best to remind myself there are a lot of people like you who enjoy it and think i'm doing a good job! i'm just trying to get back to a place where i believe in my abilities as much as the majority of my readers. i hope you continue to enjoy it ♥

[therealslimshakespeare]

this is what so many people do on here and it’s so weird to me 🤦‍♀️ why are u even reading the series if you are getting through an entire fic that is full of character development for one oc only to be in the authors askbox freaking out over ONE LINE about another oc 🤦‍♀️ and ignoring everything else

omfg yes to this and i also never understood the overly repeated sentiment of people coming into your inbox just to say that they only read the series for her 😭😭 like… so you’re basically saying you only really care about like 20% of the content that the author has worked so hard to put out

I’m so sure it was and is meant kindly and I do enjoy the fact that in a group of readers there’s gonna be those more excited about this character getting a spotlight or a cameo than the next reader and so I enjoy weaving that all in, it’s half the appeal of an ensemble piece, I just think I’ve obviously not been quite as clear as perhaps I should’ve been -not wanting to sound bitchy- that I do appreciate this being taken as an ensemble piece- which it is.

Interestingly I find that comments and reblogs always happen to be about the entire fic, whereas anonymous asks are regularly not. Which is just interesting and being a tumblr newbie myself I have mostly learned patterns from the ole veteran creators on here who’ve been kind enough to teach me etiquette as I go along and give me reminders that lots of people come from lots of different platforms and that effects things too. All things to keep in mind and I do! 🥰

I know whenever I try to clarify the tiniest point of where I’m coming from with stuff like this it often gets taken as ungrateful or that I never “wanted any interaction” in the first place but, such is obviously not my intent or feelings on the matter, as I’m sure you know and I think the hundreds of past answers will reflect. It’s just my wish to explain that sincere appreciation is always appreciated along with awareness of the context in which your fave thing is written —that is massively uplifting for the creator.

Last post on this tonight, methinks. It’s a tiny little sentiment of my own and this is tumblr, our beloved hellsite for the love of god, all done here is a wee bit of fun and at the end of the day I’m just asking for my full sentences to be kept intact 💋

Xoxo to all

[void-botanist]

2024 Review & 2025 Resolutions

My resolutions for 2024 were organized into a few different blocks, but for a better overview, here they are in one big list:

Clear out my askbox: [laughs while crying]

✅ Clear out my drafts: I did it at the beginning of the year and then immediately filled up my drafts again.

✅Follow up on a few ancient tags that I’ve been thinking about for months: I did at least one of these!

Create the Hall of Fame list: I thought about it a lot but didn't actually retag anything.

✅Catch up on my reading list! At the top of it are vacantgodling’s Cage, outpost51’s Between a Rock and a Hard Place, writernopal’s As a Stranger or a Friend, anoelleart’s Protolith, and theskeletonprior’s The Bishop of Black: this was a partial success. I made a good start on Cage and read AASOAF 1 plus 2/3 of AASOAF 2, but I didn't get to BRHP, Protolith, or TBOB. They're still on my list tho!

Write more lesbian smut: didn't get very far on this one, but that just means more to write later.

✅ Figure out Sid’s deal - and for that matter the rest of the plot of AOM that right now is just mud: AOM mostly makes sense now, and it's a lot of people making these faces at each other!

Do another pass through Nicea to fill in some of the ideas that are just empty scenes, consider Declan and Tristan more critically, and edit in Isabel’s infamous ex (he’s great actually but infamous for context reasons): I did a little bit of this but honestly I don't think I wrote that much on Nicea this year at all.

Continue doing music-inspired scenelets in some capacity, maybe to kickstart Nicea a bit: music definitely inspired me but not so directly.

Finish my other sex scenes that are just sort of hanging out: uhhhh also didn't do this but I tinkered with some of them.

✅ Get deeper into cultural worldbuilding, especially with Pajiir: there's still a lot more to do but I got some more stuff figured out!

✅ Continue cultivating better art habits (draw from the shoulder ugh) and consider actually learning to touch type for real to save my wrists: didn't learn touch typing but I got a lot better at drawing from the elbow and/or shoulder. I still need to keep working on it tho.

Have my Spotify Wrapped 2024 be at least 1/3 Black artists: ngl, my Wrapped is a mess. But I did listen to way more Black artists across genres whose songs are on my playlists now, and of my 16 favorite albums that I first listened to this year, half are by Black artists.

✅ Get back to cross-stitch and other fiber arts: I didn't finish anything but I did make progress on an ancient cross-stitch and crocheted a little.

✅ Make powerpoints: I finished one for Night Shift and started like ten others.

I completed or made good progress on 8 of 15, which is not bad! But this was honestly too many resolutions to keep track of, even though I was gonna do some of them resolution or no.

2025 Resolutions

Finish one unfinished piece every month. Doesn't matter what it is - art, writing, music, code - I'm gonna get it done.

Finish one thing from my reading list every month. This one might not happen on a monthly schedule but at least I'll be reading stuff continuously!

Clear out my askbox and drafts and this time, don't let them build up more than 20 things each.

Get my nekoweb site into a more complete form. I want there to be setting and character reference pages along with more writing and maybe an askbox or a linktree?

Listen to more jazz. This year I branched out more into goth and hip hop, which I'm gonna continue doing, but man I love jazz and I just want to listen to a ton of it this year. Recs are welcome!

This isn't everything I want to do that's relevant to this blog, but it will help me stay on track, I think. Maybe I'll do a monthly update.

Anyway, thank you for joining me this year! I'm looking forward to seeing what you all get up to next year, and I'm very glad to be mutuals/friends with a number of you! Happy 2025!

[bvckbiter]

I've come to ur askbox bearing percybaster and also trans!al

Alabaster doesn't like swimming bc gender dysphoria so Percy makes it a mission to find a lil secluded spot in the forest that nobody visits and makes a lil pond type thing for them to swim in 👁👁

took some liberties by making the lil forest pond a lagoon cave thingy instead but here ya go hehe

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The little cave is beautiful, with columned walls and jagged domes of limestone embracing the glinting turquoise waters, which are so clear that Alabaster can see the bedrock several fathoms beneath them no problem. Hanging over the cave's northeast side is an eye to the sky, letting sunrays provide them natural light as Percy beaches their little kayak on a flat area next to the mouth of the cave.

It's beautiful, and trepidation cloys in Alabaster's throat. Percy has just barely managed to hammer into his head that all this care wasn't just a way to somehow fatten Alabaster up before he's offered up to a slaughter for the gods. Now, it was just a question of whether said care was out of pity or remorse.

Alabaster likes neither option. Even moreso now that they would make his discomfort look very, very bad. He doesn't wanna be ungrateful.

"C'mon, Torrington! Get in!" Percy yells, whooping as he leaps in headfirst. When he surfaces again, the water rolls off tanned skin in rivulets. "It's the perfect day for a swim!"

"For you, maybe," grumbles Alabaster, toying with the bottom of his shirt. "Any day is a perfect day for you to swim."

"Tsk, don't be so hotheaded. The sun today is oppressive enough as it is."

"Well, don't put the fault on me. Contact your rhyming fucker of a cousin and tell him to tone it down, since you're so chummy with the family."

Still, Percy is right; the day is hot. The crevices of his inner compression shirt are uncomfortable with damp sweat, and the glimmering water looks horribly tempting. Alabaster settles for sitting down where the limestone drops off beneath the water.

Percy wades towards him. "Did I do something?" he asks.

"No." Alabaster slowly kicks out his shins, creating gentle whirpools underwater. "For once."

"What is it, then? Is this... Is this too much?"

"Is what too much? Talking like you sculpted this place into the ideal date venue," Alabaster scoffs.

There's a beat, and Percy awkwardly chuckles. "Not entirely. Just smoothed out the dangerous edges, put the skylight there, cleared out some sharp rocks... But the rest is natural. I just happened to find it."

When he receives no reply, Percy hoists himself halfway out of the water. Alabaster's face grows hot in a way that has nothing to do with the weather—and everything to do with the way Percy settles himself, sculpted forearms and lean torso and all, in the space between his legs.

Contrary to the seeming audacity of that move, though, Percy's next words are laced with uncertainty. "If I overstepped, I really didn't mean to. We can just forget about this and go back—"

Alabaster grabs the Camp bead necklace before Percy can continue, and the son of Poseidon settles. Then, seized by some strange urge, he flattens his palm against Percy's firm sternum.

"One day, when I'm not constantly at the risk of dying," he says, "I won't have to rely on the Mist or my binders anymore. I'll be able to handle being—being seen. Then maybe I'll swim."

Percy blinks at him. "Being seen by others? I can swim outside if you want privacy."

A bitter smile crosses Alabaster's face. "Some days, I can barely look at myself. Today's one of those days, apparently. Especially when you look like goddamn Little Merman, in your element and all. It's annoying."

"Oh. Sorry?"

"For fuck's sake. You were all too happy to give me a show, weren't you? Go on." Alabaster pushes him away with his fingertips, and Percy topples back into the water with bubbling laughs.

He wasn't lying; the next several minutes, he leeches off the contagion of Percy's joy. "Look at this weird seashell I found down there," "How long can you hold your breath, just dunk your face in—haha you look stupid underwater," "SPLASH FIGHT!" and Alabaster actually fucking indulges him. The last one in particular gives him an idea of how to use this place. Just so Percy's effort doesn't go to waste, of course. If there's one thing Alabaster can appreciate, it's a masterful use of one's powers.

That's all there is to it. Really.

"Hey, Jackson!" he calls out, getting to his feet. "Fuck you!" And predictably, Percy shouts it back and sends another mini-tsunami at him.

Alabaster grins. "Incantare," he mutters under his breath, so that Percy can't hear him, "Furit Mare."

Immediately, the wave erupts from the surface with a roar, reversing its momentum and crashing down on its original caster.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Percy's voice reverberates from underneath, and Alabaster smugly grins. The dark head pops back out. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Well, I figured," Alabaster replies, "if I can't fight you in your element, I'll just have to learn how to work with it to beat you."

"Oh, it's so on," Percy growls, commanding the water to raise him to his feet.

"Oh." Another incantation, and when Alabaster steps onto the water, the surface holds. "It is."

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Note: "Furit Mare" roughly translates to... "The sea is raging" .... ? But I am no Latin scholar so I make no pretensions of expertise here HAHAHHA

[sketchybardlings]

the brainrot continues (ref: this post)

since my dysgraphia is worse when I'm writing by hand I'll try to note down what all of this says (plus some extra stuff i couldn't fit on the page)

the basic premise of the Growing Pains au is that Headspace (and by extension Stranger) keep going on after the events of the good ending. even if you heal a great deal your old coping mechanisms and traumas don't just disappear. if anything they evolve to suit your new environment/life. they change. they Grow. which is where our friend Stranger seems to be right now. he's dealing with one of the worst things that can befall a young person(?) such as himself, Puberty. don't get me wrong its traumagenic ill-informed dream creature puberty but that's what it is regardless. with his specifically he's aging at the same rate as Sunny is himself, although he's 4 years behind his dreamer, making him 14 and Sunny (and the rest of the young faraway crew) 18, or 17 going on 18 if your being pedantic. this is mental and physical, maybe even metaphyical if you count how headspace is reacting to it.

on the physical side he's a clear amalgam of 12 year old and 16 year old traits, both of which taken from the last time sunny saw basil before the gap, and the first time he saw him after (+ notable traits from current day Basil/Sunny, like their scars, real and fake). Sunny doesn't really have to much of a concept of what basil looked like in the in-between (of how he looked for that matter) so headspace definitely has to fill in some gaps to try and give stranger a useable form, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. a lot of this trial and error leads to a lot of stretch marks(sorry about how badly drawn they were in the last post, they were a last minute addition), mostly on his arms and legs, straight up and down, making his very much 12-ish year old torso look a bit dwarfed next to his elongated limbs. don't think headspace has really figured out a way to make his torso any bigger, not without severely fucking up his organs in a way that cant be pleasant, so it seems to be waiting until he's big enough for the 16 yo one to make sense, but he's gonna look real weird in the mean time.

as for the mental its... an adjustment. he and Omori always knew a lot, had a lot of power and influence and experience, but they were still always mentally 12 yo, frankly so was Sunny after the incident. so once The Truth was out and Sunny started living his life again all of them kinda got shunted back into growing as people again. Sunny is overwhelmed, Omori is in denial, and Stranger is confused but accepting. what about the outline thing tho? that is headspace's doing. part of the reason Stranger didn't have outlines in the first place was to take away his recognizability, and the reason why everyone else had purple outlines was to tie their identities back to Mari, the fantasy of headspace is for her afterall, and what else to define everyone else but her signature color. this has not remained in future years tho, most everyone in headspace gaining their own signature hues, not excluding Stranger. he's started to gain very faint ones all over his body, getting more opaque in some areas, concentrating most on his eyelashes and flowers (his flower crown that fell off and settled on his shoulders). not sure witch color i want them yet, maybe even in the au that may not even be set yet, its not like he can rely on basil's color anymore, let alone mari's or any other person's. i'll keep tinkering on it and see what i can come up with. so that's what i have for the Growing Pains au, i still have a lot more on my mind and a lot of what ive said here is subject to change, so if you guys have any questions about this i would LOVE to hear them seriously. my askbox is open.

[sarcasticdolphin]

"(Only) a Visitor" Cultverse Todolf.

Cultverse is back. This is more Rudolf and FJ interacting than anything else.

Please feel free to send me prompts of any ideas come to mind. My askbox is open :)

Rudolf knows his father - the Emperor, he must stop referring to him as his father - has arrived long before then man is shown into his chambers.

The blaring of horns that announce his presence and the half a hundred horses from the countless guards and courtiers that accompany the Emperor everywhere he goes. He can imagine the procession well - he’d been a part of it more than a few times. It was a glittering, magnificent thing. Meant to awe any who came before it. Meant to show the glory of the Emperor and the empire. 

He had been praying at his prie-dieu, offering his god thanks for his mercy. The trumpets broke him from his thoughts and had him stammering through the last few verses. Technically it had been a song that Rudolf was reciting, but he treated it more like poetry. As much as he would offer his god whatever pleaded him, Rudolf’s voice was not one trained in that art.

Perhaps he would offer Tod verses in time - sung properly rather than spoken - but that would be some time in the further future.

For now, there was the Emperor to deal with. Properly Rudolf should greet the man at the entrance, bowing and offering him meat and wine, but he finds he does not want to move. There are more prayers he has to offer Tod, and his god comes before the Emperor, especially the Emperor who would interrupt the prayers of a prophet.

One of the servants does slip into the room a few minutes later, waiting patiently but nervously as Rudolf finishes the verse.

“Yes?” Rudolf half turns to the servant, but doesn’t get up, still kneeling upon the soft cushions.

“Eminence, the Emperor is here.”

“So I heard.” The Imperial trumpets were certainly impossible to miss, and the procession itself hadn’t exactly been quiet.

“Eminence-” Rudolf cuts the servant off with a single hand.

“The Emperor may enter if he chooses. I have prayers to finish.” It’s a reproach of both of them - his servant for daring to disturb him and for the Emperor who had brought half the Court to see a prophet.

The young servant scrambles away to carry out Rudolf’s bidding.

He’s halfway through the next verse when the door opens once more, admitting the man that had been his father, once upon a time. Sometimes the time seemed so very short, but in ways it had been a lifetime since he had so much as seen the Emperor.

Rudolf for his part starts the next verse - the last verse - only to be interrupted by the Emperor clearing his throat. The message is obvious. Emperors do not like to be kept waiting. Rudolf finishes the last few stanzas anyway before slowly rising from his knees and turning to the man who used to be his father.

“Imperial Majesty.” The title feels odd on his tongue. It must also be odd on his father’s ears.

“Rudolf.” In some ways it is odd to hear his name said aloud. The servants are ever mindful to address him by by his title and Tod only ever calls Rudolf his prophet. Rudolf surveys his father, glancing up and down. 

In many ways the man is exactly what he was expecting - still in one of the immaculate uniforms and covered with an array of medals that proclaimed him the sovereign of various orders.

Rudolf’s own clothing stood in stark contrast. Nothing like the matching miniature uniforms he had worn as Crown Prince. Now his garb was mostly simple blacks, though the material remained exquisite and held a certain shimmer in the right light.

“Why have you come, Imperial Majesty?”

His father looks confused for a moment and then almost insulted that Rudolf would ask. “To see you.” Of course, it remains unsaid. “Rudolf, you’re my son. Not-” he trails off.

Not what, Rudolf wonders? Not Tod’s? Not a stranger?

There is a soft noise from the door. Aemilia. Rudolf takes the few steps to let her in, relaxing slightly as he does. There is some air of safety in her presence. Perhaps she will remind his father that Rudolf is a prince no longer. He’s a prophet now, and he had his own duties to attend to.

The silence that settles over the room is an uncomfortable thing, and Rudolf kneels to give Aemilia a few scratches. Let his father see that he is not being held captive by the creatures of the god. If anything Rudolf is more Tod’s than any of the creatures that make their home here save for perhaps Aemilia. Or Tod had implied as such when last they spoke.

“Rudolf?” His father sounds lost. Like he had expected Rudolf to welcome him with open arms. 

“Why have you come?”

“To see you. To visit you.”

Rudolf nods then. “He is displeased with you and the priesthood. That’s all he told me. Well, that and that his displeasure with the priesthood is greater than it is with you. Perhaps you should have the chief priest ousted if you want to please him.”

“I don’t want to-” His father is heartbroken, but he seems to realize his words will get him nowhere. That his son is given over to Tod in a way more final than even death. Gods do not ever release their prophets.

Or perhaps it isn’t that. Tod is a god that few kings desire to please, but most seek to avoid his anger, which has brought terrible plagues that ravage the land on more than one occasion.

“If there is nothing more?” Rudolf lets the question linger for a moment, but turns before his father dismisses him or properly answers the question. It’s not that Rudolf has more prayers to say, but he wants to say more. They are comforting, bringing him ever closer to his god.

And today Rudolf needs that comfort, more than just Aemilia’s companionship provides. His sanctuary - Tod’s sanctuary perhaps, of which he is the keeper - has been violated by the coming of so many companions with the Emperor. It needs to be restored to sanctity properly.

The Emperor departs not long after, his procession just as loud as it had been when it arrived, and Rudolf breathes a sigh of relief, offering Tod a little prayer of thanks before he and Aemilia head down to the altar. As much as he usually prayed at the prie-dieu, there were prayers that could only be properly said before the altar itself. And those of consecration were certainly among that group.

[cavka]

wip wednesday game

with a twist courtesy of @teddywesworl talking about first paragraphs and inviting people to share theirs.

so! below are the first bits of a couple fics i'm working on. if you feel like it, pick one of them and drop the title in my askbox, and i'll write you three-ish sentences from later in the fic!!

the clownfish-inspired omegaverse buddie fic i can’t believe i’m writing

It never gets any easier, sitting bare-ass naked on an examination table save for a flimsy hospital gown. It's always cold. The gown is always itchy and feels starched despite the fact that it moves relatively easily. And the crinkling of the paper covering the table always, always grates on Buck's ears. At least this time, he's not here because he did something stupid. Mostly, anyway.

the angsty “eddie discovers himself through poetry of all things and is very confused” buddie fic

"So that's it?" Eddie asks, lips twisting into something that he knows only looks like a smile. "Just... say some prayers and do something fun?" Father Brian laughs softly. "It sounds too easy, doesn't it?" He takes another sip of his coffee. "It is. You can make the decision to stop punishing yourself and you'll feel free, happy, for a time. But the act of recrimination is a habit as much as getting up in the morning and brushing your teeth is. You have to remind yourself to keep choosing the good things."

the 911 crack fic that’s really a study of gender feat. enby!buck

Buck walks into the fire house at the beginning of their next shift--the one after the minor magical disaster that had him staring at himself, confused, on the way to the hospital and then completely radio silent for the entire 48 hours A-shift was off--seemingly completely normal. Except for the fact that his anatomy was decidedly different than it usually was. "Did you know some people with vaginas have a vaginal pH so acidic it can bleach fabric?" he asks as he rounds the top of the stairs, dressed in a uniform that fits just a little oddly now.

the slightly au rook background au fic

Sofia de Riva had done her best to forget her past before the Crows. She had been young enough when she was given to them that hardly anyone ever asked about it. Even with her scars, as obviously old as they are, having stretched with her skin as she grew, most people assume terrible training accident and not--what it was. That thing she never speaks of. Never thinks of. That thing that has her ears ringing and the world fading away into a distant tunnel as she reads Jacobus' cousin's contract, her hands holding on to the bit of paper so tightly it starts to rip.

the wild and the tame (the dragon age: inquisition fic that's been percolating for a decade)

There are many things Solas might have expected to find when he entered the Herald's cabin. (That's what they were calling her now, Herald instead of prisoner or murderer.) None of them were a small, red fox trapped halfway out the rear window, hind legs scrabbling against the wall for purchase. He watched for a minute, silent, before closing the door behind him and clearing his throat. With a startled yelp, the fox fell back into the cabin proper, fur turning back into freckled skin and tangled red hair before the Herald could hit the ground. "Andraste's burning bush, where did you come from?!" she demanded, eyes wide and wild, every line of her curved and tense with fear.

[nathannino]

Original message below the read more

Ok, so I keep editing this because I want to make my intentions clear. So let's remake it.

Turns out, donating money without any source of income is not sustainable. However, I am in a position where I also don't have that many recurring payments yet, so while I would like to keep some of my money for when I will start getting recurring payments, I can still afford to donate it right now.

But, since this is not sustainable, I need to put some limits. Before this post, my limit was that I was only donating to fundraising requests in my askbox (while reblogging the ones from my dashboard) + maybe one or two small donation matching requests. But there's quite a bit of fundraisers requests, which isn't really a surprise. I also just realized I won't be getting any money until next year =I. So, as an additional filter, for the rest of the year, I will check if the fundraiser is part of the vetted masterlist. It's a sad requirement, as I know that the list can only contain a fraction of all of the fundraisers, but that is also why I will keep all asks. Every few weeks, I'll check if the fundraisers in the ask box are part of the masterlist, and if they aren't, I will keep them in my askbox, and they will be rechecked next time.

To reiterate, this is due to my own inability to donate to all of them.

Alright, original messy(er) message below the read more :

So, for future reference, I will most likely have to limit the donations I can give to even more. Turns out I probably should have thought about the lack of income.

So, while I won't be deleting any asks, I will only be donating to the fundraisers in my askbox that are on the vetted masterlist for the foreseeable future. This isn't a trust issue, just a "wait a minute I won't be getting enough money for this to be sustainable, even with small donations" thing. I'll still reblog fundraisers I'll see on my dash as I would previously, as again, this is a money issue.

Once I get more money, I might be able to donate more, but that's not going to happen for the rest of the year.

(kinda sad that's all I can do)

Oh, and the next two reblogged fundraisers following this post are on the vetted masterlist.

Edit : The reason I am not deleting the asks is in case it gets added to the masterlist after I first check the list.

Additionally, I want to clarify that there is a difference between vetted and real. The vetted masterlist only contains a fraction of all of the fundraisers. It's really sad that I can only sustainably donate if I limit myself to the fundraisers that are both in my askbox and on the masterlist. I wish I could donate to all of the fundraisers in my askbox, but that would require a salary.

[pieflavorpie]

Hello, I am a human medicine student from Gaza City. I am asking you for urgent help in publishing the link for my family and delivering it to people interested and able to help us. I did not want to do that, but the tragic situation we are living in is what made me have to do this. I feel sad and helpless, after we had Everything, we are now homeless on the streets, we live in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, filth and waste everywhere, we sleep on it! We suffer from terrible heat, insects and scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, and the danger of pollution and terrible diseases.Especially digestive, respiratory and reproductive! My younger siblings are suffering and very sick. They are terrified of everything, especially scorpions and insects. My father and mother cannot bear it any longer. You have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this goes away in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age you should To rest in it, you are forced to start over !!? , but the most important thing now is to try to stay alive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us! I ask anyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put himself in our place. How can a person who has lived with dignity all his life accept this? We are dying slowly every day. Please, if anyone can help, even if just a little, do not delay! Your little means a lot to us!

https://gofund.me/5f12ba33

Apologies for taking so long, its taken me a little while to clear out my askbox.

I don't make a wage so i only get pocketmoney, which is being saved for presents within my own family.

I will share, however.