#post the fic anon u coward

[vodkassassin]

It is so funny I see your post about exhausting the Corrie-centric fics, as I write a shameless SI-Corrie fic and sit on another half complete Corrie centric fic :)

How did you steal my identity so smoothly, I’m writing a shameless OC-insert-Corrie fic. Anon are you me from the future. How’s the writing going did we do any of it yet

[mintawasalreadytaken]

i saw in ur pinned post that ur into horror & am curious if you’ve extended that into fics at all? do you have recommendations?

i recently got SLIGHTLY into drarry + horror-ish vibes in fics and only read a few but i fell in LOVE with “Yours Is The Earth (Hold On, Hold On)” by chickenlivesinpumpkin - and it was like just the right amount of fucked up & just the right amount of like ‘holy shit??? DAMN’ with normal drarry in it.

was wondering if u had any similiar spooky time recs for drarry fics- maybe??

(‘: thank u so much ( ur works are so large they scare me a bit but i’ve bookmarked them for a less coward me in the future )

🦇 SPOOKY DRARRY RECS! 👹

hullo and THANK YOU for this rec! i am dearly thankful to get 100k+ of deliciously dark writing to sink into!

unfortunately, while i know i've read some really great drarry horror, it's lost to my AO3 history instead of bookmarked, so i'll be damned if i could remember or find any of it ☠️ my bad.

instead, i asked some fandom buds for their spooky drarry favs. in no particular order, here they are:

🔪 cruel blade by @wheezykat

Drowning in his grief after the murder of his husband, Draco will do anything to bring him back.

But this is not Harry. This is something else entirely.

🧠 mastermind by @schmem14

Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all…

🌊 saltwater stain by @the-starryknight

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

📚 i demand a soft epilogue by @the-starryknight

James didn't arrive on the Hogwarts Express, and so Harry hasn't slept in a week. Something has brought him back to the stoop outside a building marked "Library" in gold letters. He's going to go inside. Maybe the Librarian can help.

🩸 in our blood by @secretsalex-blog

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

🎃 the other cottage by @corvuscrowned If Pansy wasn’t shagging Ginny Weasley, Draco would never have been dragged to Luna’s ridiculous Halloween party in the first place - meaning he wouldn't be sitting in the corner of the room with Harry Potter all night.

But when a strange comet passes overhead, things start to get even weirder than usual.

As the night unfolds, Harry and Draco are forced to grapple with strange realities, reckon with new sides of themselves, and find their way back before the comet finishes crossing the sky.

👻 on the last day by @thusspoketrish

Draco is still mourning the recent loss of his mother when the Wizarding World is struck with the tragic news of Harry Potter’s untimely death. It’s just his luck that Potter not only comes back as a ghost, but seems intent on haunting Draco as he’s the only one that can see him. It’s a race against time to retrace the last few days of Potter’s life in order to find his body before he’s lost to the living or spiritual realm forever. On their journey, they’ll uncover secrets, betrayals, and a horrific truth that will disrupt both the living and the dead.

🏚️ the manor by @kittycargo

There was something wrong with the Manor.

✨bonus points / non-Drarry✨

🐓 tidewracked, sidetracked by @vukovich (Luna/Theo)

A Cursed professor. An attractive Cursebreaker. A hut that grew chicken legs and rampaged around Hogwarts.

☁️ flour & flesh by anon (Pansy/Hermione) The cottage on the hill is shrouded in clouds like a secret. Our secret. In some muggle neighborhood lore, I’m sure we’re the witches inside, granting a glimpse of the future in exchange for a rusted penny. And no one else could find us unless they knew the way.

i'll shamelessly self-rec my whumptober collection and this erotic body horror fic replete with puns for you to sample as well.

do you have a fav spooky drarry fic to share? leave your recs in the comments/links in a reblog!

thx to @prolix- @kittycargo @the-starryknight @fictional @schmem14 @nv-md @citrusses @vukovich & @kittycargo for the recs xo

[stardust-sunset]

Hey can you write Kyle hunger head canons or a fic?!?!?

Yk bc of ur hunger kink LMAOOOOOO

Hey can you get the fuck off my blog?!!?!

Yk bc nobody likes people like u LMAOOOOOO

anyway. you know damn well that’s not what it is. i’ve said that a million times on here and you must either be blind as shit, you haven’t read any of my posts or you wrote this to me purely because you are a dick.

i made a post on this like a week ago? i said it is an angst/comfort situation where people can be comforted and happy in the end. it’s not unlike the whump scenarios that are on here. and if those are okay, tell me why this isn’t. it’s purely a method of comfort that i enjoy and im not gonna let you ruin that for me.

you wanna talk shit you do it off anon too. don’t be a coward. if you’re okay with sending messages like this, man the fuck up and send it off anon.

unbelievable. my blog, my posts. if you think it’s weird nobody’s forcing you to look at it. i’m not hurting anybody.

[osachiyo]

I mean since we’re doing call outs I guess we can talk about the fact that you write about minor characters 😭🙏

Don’t try saying “it’s a fictional character” because fiction is a reflection of the real world and human desire's. What we create in fiction is what we desire in real life, and when people use fiction to sexualize minors they do it in the same way adults do it to real minors they use the same excuses and ideas

“they’re more mature” “they look older” their only different excuse is that they aren’t real, but it ignores the victims of such behavior and how it continues to normalize the behavior

“but fiction is completely different from real life”without inspiration and wondering from the real world fiction wouldn’t exist. And if that were true then why do people use it to commentate on the real world, why do use things from the real world and expand on it

not to mention the non con works 😟

baby, the fact that you say I write for 'minor characters' is crazy because I redid that rule. the fact that you don't even bother to check my rules makes this even more embarrassing for you, yknow..and can you actually point out a SPECIFIC fic in which I wrote for a minor? and by the way, I'm guessing you're a follower of tee, so why don't you tell me, why you're attacking me for "writing for minors" when your oh so loved tee has this in her rules?

and honestly, I don't care about aging up any more, because it's literally fiction LMAO if you can't tell apart fiction from reality you need genuine help and I'm not a psychicayatrist, honey.

and my pinned post literally says I write for dark content, so if you read my shit just to bash me abt that, then idgaf about what you have to say because I really could not care less about someone WHO PURPOSELY IGNORES MY PINNED. I hope this is enough attention for you because apparently you need it and you cannot survive without it 😢

edit: and also, if you still continue to read a writer's works, even after they said 'i age characters up and if you have a problem with that u can leave' then that's completely on your ass for ignoring it. you're not into that? leave. literally it takes 2-3 clicks, I'm sure you can do that, no? There are soo manyyy writers here who don't age up characters and that's good for them! what isnt good is you bashing a writer for aging up characters and dark content when you could easily click off and go on about your day. oh but I know you don't want to click off because you are so desperate for attention. if it makes you uncomfortable? leave?? nobody wants u here sweetie, I can promise you that much.

also love how you sent this in anon like tf you scared of? if you gon criticize my shit on my blog then at least talk to me face to face in dms or off anon, oh but you won't because you're a fuckin coward like bitch I'm not a lion or a bear− why're you so scared?

y'all talk mad shit on anon and don't have the guts to reveal yourself and that is genuinely so embarrassing. like do better.. ew...

[wowpindrop]

Unavoidable | Doctor!James Acaster (& others)

For: anon

Request:

Basically for this first request, gonna be a little strange but I had a dream that James Acaster was Doctor Who and his companions were Josh Widdecombe and Ed Gamble and I was the Doctors child and was wondering if you could write something including fluff based on it? But instead of me it’s the Teen!reader obviously, I’m 18 and Gender-Fluid and use all pronouns, any and all pronouns would be great in regarding the reader.

Notes:

Hi anon! I'm so srry this has taken me so long to do, but I lost the first draft so I had to redo it :[. But it's finished now! I literally love the idea sm, James as the doctor would be so hectic I cannot. I've decided to keep Ed and Josh's names the same so it isn't confusing but James is obvs referred to as the doctor. I hope it's alright. Also if you wanna be tagged in future fics that i post, dm me n ill add u to the list. Happy reading!

Tags:

@frankieray

Summary:

The doctor makes a foolish mistake leading to you getting injured on an adventure, he is quick to make sure you're alright and to assure you it won't happen again.

TW: SLIGHT BLOOD AND INJURY (BUT ITS ALL FLUFFY AT THE END)

It was unexpected when you heard the bullet go off behind you. Yes, you knew the aliens you were currently facing weren't cowards- it wasn't as if they were too scared to shoot.

It was just surprising that they shot you.

You weren't in their direct line of fire, it would've been simpler to maybe shoot Josh, or even the Doctor, but yet here you were.

The Doctor. Your doctor.

He had found you on one of his adventures, complete coincidence. It just happened that he was your biological father, not that you has any idea.

The gangly man had a very different personality to your more serious, stoic nature. You wouldn't have guessed, not by looking at you both anyway.

His, happy, bubbly nature. Constantly bouncing around the TARDIS, occasionally bumping into the control panel, and swearing under his breath, much to the enjoyment of Ed and Josh, the two men who the Doctor had decided to travel with as companions.

That's why it was so surprising that the aliens didn't shoot the Doctor, the amount of attention he was bringing to himself on the deck of the spaceship anyway.

The ringing in your ears began to subside.

You looked down.

Your raised a shaking hand to eye level, to see it coated in a dark shade of your blood.

Your breathing quickened as you realised.

Then your legs gave way.

The last thing you saw before the darkness was the Doctor swearing loudly before yelling orders at Ed and Josh, flailing his limbs frantically.

You could feel the blood slowly oozing out of your wound as your eyes began to close. The Doctor rushed to your side, kneeling. His hand finding the side of your face.

"Stay with me. Fucking hell please stay with me."

Your eyes fluttered open to bright white lights. They made you squint as you began to sit up, wincing at the pain in you side. You leant on your elbows as you looked around the infirmary of the TARDIS, somewhere you had gotten acquainted with after dangerous adventures with your father.

None had been as severe as this.

They were usually minor things: cuts, grazes that sort of thing.

Ever still, the Doctor would stress, worrying about every tiny injury you had. Long slender fingers plastering up even the slightest paper cut.

You turned to your left, to see the Doctor asleep in a chair. Messy auburn hair covering his eyes as he snored, out of place. The outfit he wore was dirty with dust and grime.

He was snoring lightly, his mop of hair shaking slightly with each inhale. Just another one of his many quirks.

You attempted to stand, throwing your legs over the side of the hospital-esc bed. As you did the Doctor stirred, waking.

He saw you trying to get up and started to panic a bit.

"No, you have to lie down, you took a heavy blow out there man."

You huffed and lay back down, looking up to see his blue eyes laced with concern and worry.

"Dad I'm fine. Its only minor."

"Minor? You were bleeding out, you were lucky you didn't end up with any more damage that was already done."

You rolled your eyes in defeat as the Doctor began to check the gauze that covered the wound.

"I don't know what I would've done if you didn't make it back kid." He said after a while, slender fingers pulling back down your shirt, which now had a fairly large red rimmed hole in it.

"Well I'm fine aren't I." You responded with a slight smile.

"It should've been me, I wasn't paying attention, I put you in danger I'm so sorry-" he began to reel off apologies until you grabbed his hand to make him look at you.

"Dad! I'm ok. It wasn't your fault. None of us could've guessed that would've happened. Don't blame yourself."

A little while later, Ed and Josh entered, worry plastered on their faces. They were relieved to see you awake.

"Bloody hell y/n." Ed chuckled darkly "you got pretty banged up."

"Yeah well, I'm good as new now." You responded, chuckling.

"And im so glad you are." The Doctor whispered, squeezing your hand.

[blossom-hwa]

what if i want u to strangle me and bring me back to life to kiss me on the fucking mouth huh lina have u ever thought of that 😤😤 anyways i know nothing about little women but u know what im just gonna request choi san as choi do-il tyvm AND CONGRATS ON THE LATE 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY - your one and only baker anon <3

hey so um you're dead to me :) so very dead to me :) how fucking dare you request this I'm going to go INSANE

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is one scene of a longer fic that I’m trying to write for little women specifically - not an idol x reader story, but choi do-il x oh in-joo. for the purposes of this version, of course, it’s idol x reader though!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: A Small Storm (Excerpt)

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: n/a

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"You're a small storm, Ms. Oh. No matter where you go, you change the flow of the air, although you don’t seem to notice it." - Little Women

. . . . .

Tropical Storm. That's what San had your name saved as in his phone before.

That’s what he saves it as again when he gets his new phone.

The old one had been damaged. Screen cracked, back cracked - if he wasn’t careful, bits of glass would sometimes try to pierce his skin. When he reached Greece, the first thing he’d done was pull out the SIM card, snap it in half, and toss it in a dump. The phone he kept. Sentimental purposes, or something.

He’d memorized your number. It was a given in case they were ever separated, in case his phone was out of commission and he needed a new one. When he gets his new iPhone, creamy white in contrast to the previous sleek black, he types the number into his contacts and presses save with a trembling thumb.

He hovers over the call button for a while, one minute turning to five, then seven, then ten. In the end, he turns off the phone and puts it away. 

Choi San is not a coward. He worked with the Russian mafia. He worked with Park Jae-sang and his insane wife. He’s laundered money, murdered people, gotten himself in and out of terrifying situations without so much as blinking an eye, and he’s made it out alive and in one piece. 

Still, as he closes the drawer with the phone inside, it’s hard not to hear the voice in the back of his head screaming coward. 

. . .

He takes the phone out the next day. There are no new notifications, at least not important ones, and San has to fight down a twinge of disappointment. But disappointment at what? It’s not like he told anyone he’d gotten a new phone. He didn’t even tell anyone when he’d get one - all he’d said to you was a vague eventually. It’s not like he told anyone he was keeping the same number, either. 

Still, though. It hurts. Even though he was the coward who didn’t press the call button in the first place. 

Then the phone starts ringing. 

He jumps. Looks around to see who saw him jump (no one, he lives alone and only his co-workers and parents have bothered him anything in the past six months) and looks back at the phone. 

Tropical Storm

For all the anxiety you give him, maybe he should go ahead and change your name to Hurricane instead. 

His hand automatically curls around the phone, thumb immediately accepting the call. “Y/N?” 

(He’s bizarrely proud of the way his voice only barely shakes.)

A sharp gasp, almost a scream. San’s heart leaps into his throat. “Y/N? Hello?” he repeats, nails of his free hand biting into his palm. 

Silence. 

“Y/N?”

He’s got one hand on the doorknob, has already begun twisting it open when he finally hears your voice. 

“Sorry.” It’s warped, garbled, and it sounds like you don’t have enough air. San knows that voice - it comes when unexpected things happen, when something shakes you to the core and you don’t know how to react. The door is open and he’s recalling the route to the airport, praying he can make the next flight to your country, when you speak again. “Sorry, I’m fine.”

Then you end the call. 

San looks at the phone in his hand, dumbfounded. You hung up. You hung up -

He calls you again. And again, and again, and again until the number in the call logs beside your name reaches seven. 

You decline every single one. 

San closes the door. Turns. Automatically packs a bag of the barest essentials, then searches up the next flight back. It leaves in three hours. The trip to the airport takes one. 

He shoves the phone back in his pocket. He can make it there in half an hour. 

. . .

San doesn’t break into your apartment. It’s one choice he considers, but his flight touches down at three in the afternoon and from what he’s dug up about you over the course of the plane ride, your job at the florist two streets down from the apartment your grand-aunt left you will let you off at around five. And though he’s ascertained that you aren’t in trouble, at least not yet, San thinks there are better ways to make sure of this than by entering your apartment when you aren’t home. 

The florist is called Green Garden. It’s a cheerful little place, even to his critical eye - lots of customers bustling about, one or two employees dressed in green aprons to help them out. But when San looks through the glass doors, only the cashier’s face catches his eye. 

You don’t look up when he comes in, not at first. Someone’s just finished calling your name in the back and you say something in response, not that San is paying any attention to it. Instead, as the door shuts behind him, all he can process is how the air changes in your presence, shifting and swaying and whirling about you in a small tempest, drawing him into the eye as he wavers on the edge -

You’re looking at him. You’re looking at him now, and that’s the only thing San needs to step fully into your hurricane, meeting you in the eye. 

“Hi,” he says, stepping up to the counter. Your mouth has dropped open and San lets himself smile at it, resisting the urge to tip up your chin and close it himself. 

You close your mouth abruptly. Open it again. San watches your throat bob, the endearing expression of shock still on your face as you try to find your words. He wonders what you’ll say to him. Will you yell? Shout? Will your voice remain steady and low? Will it shake? Will it rise to the shrill screech you adopted when no one told you about the plan?

As it turns out, you do none of these. 

Instead, you burst into tears. 

. . .

“You’re an asshole,” you finally hiccup when San has gotten you out of the flower shop and back to your apartment, your bundle of things held in his hand. “You’re an absolute piece of shit, San.”

“I know. Sorry.” He brushes a line of tears from your cheek, smiling to hide the fact that his eyes aren’t exactly dry, either. 

You fumble with the apartment keypad, pressing in a string of numbers that San will pretend he doesn’t already know. The door swings open and you herd him inside, still wiping tears from your face. 

He drops your things where you point by the door, then puts his own bag down next to them. When he looks up, you’re already looking at him, eyes trained on his. “What?”

Quick as a flash, you step forward and slap him across the chest. 

“Ow.” He looks down at his chest and then back up at you. “What was that -”

“How did you find me?” you snap, cutting him off. “How did you know where I work? And - oh my god - how did you know where my apartment was without me telling you? Were you stalking me?”

“I didn’t stalk you,” San replies, not bothering to dim the smile on his face. It would be too hard to hide the way his heart is buzzing with warmth at the sound of outrage in your voice, the voice he didn’t realize he missed as much as he did until now. “I found you.”

“That’s stalking!” You swat him again, and this time San doesn’t bother to hide his laugh, either. “Stop laughing! You didn’t text, you didn’t call -”

San takes the hand that just swatted his chest, still laughing. “I did call,” he says, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Seven times. You didn’t answer any of them, so I came.”

(”I tried my best to come up with a plan. But I couldn’t, so I just came.”)

You look down at your joined hands, then back up at him. Something shifts in your eyes, a questioning breeze flitting across your pupils before something solemn settles in them, a spot of calm in the storm. 

“Why?”

He swallows. Contemplates answers. He could say he thought you were in trouble, that he thought you needed help. That would be the safest answer. But there are holes in that response, and in those eyes of yours San can see you wouldn’t let him stop there. Wouldn’t let him take the cop-out. 

For the first time, San allows himself to wonder if you may have missed him as much as he missed you. 

“Why?” he repeats, words soft. “Because you’re a storm, Y/N.” He steps forward and you don’t pull away when he takes your other hand in his, bringing himself into the swirling winds of your tempest eyes. “A small storm. Wherever you go, you change the flow of the air.”

Your eyes flash with a memory, a memory of the words he spoke in the car so many months ago. 

“I’ve been caught in your storm,” he says quietly. “And I’ll follow it, wherever your winds blow.”

He presses his forehead to yours. Your eyes close for a moment, hands still gripping his. 

“I want to be with you,” he whispers. “Forever, until the day I die.” He swallows. “Will you allow it?”

Slowly, you squeeze San’s palms. Your fingers weave between his, settling against his skin. Altogether it probably only takes you a second to respond, but there has never been a more excruciating second in San’s entire life. 

“Yes,” you whisper, your breath a ghost against his skin. “Yes, San.” 

Your eyes glitter into his, the calm in the middle of a storm. Dazedly, San thinks his name has never sounded more like music from someone else’s lips. 

“I will.”

[queenimmadolla]

It’s really sad to see so many writers leave this fandom because of all this toxicity like where do people get this audacity.

I feel like people are either chronically online and just spew hate to make themselves feel better cause their lives are shit. Like if you wanna hate do it off anon. People just do it on anon cause they’re scared they’re gonna get backlash. They’re all COWARDS like u wanna speak shit own it don’t cower behind anon.

All this bullshit with the hate on Evie cause of a dilf Eddie fic and all the bullshit people were spewing at you cause they wanted to glorify their racism is frankly ridiculous.

I love reading Eddie fics but I fucking hate what this fandom has become. People act like they own Eddie Munson like be so fucking for real its a character on a show that none of us own. People write to express themselves and to show their creativity, and for some it’s an escape. Ruining a space for people to do what they love is disgusting behavior.

Anyways I send all my love to you and Evie and frankly any writer struggling with hate. I love you and your writing. Don’t let haters bring you down because somewhere out there you are making someone’s day with your writing!!💗💗💗💗💗

posting this because this take was so hot i had to air it out! 🥵

you are right on the money! I'm gonna try to keep doing my thing, but i'm definitely getting close to my limits lol goddamn do i wanna stay for my fellow POCs and the people i interact with. i know a lot of people are afraid to talk about the subject for some reason, but i'm not and i really enjoy talking to some of the people here. i'm trying not to give up my escape.

thank you so much for your support. i know it sounds repetitive but i truly, truly appreciate it. i'll be sure to pass on the message to evie! ♡

[reallyromealone]

What I learned having a fanfic blog and how to make a functional blog

First things first, make your god damn masterlist, rules and such and link them all to one main post and pin it

A post only allows 100 links to it, so for your masterlist you're gonna want separate masterlists for each character you write so you don't have to go and do that later, it's easier to do it as you go instead of going back and fixing it or just make a second masterlist if you're lazy (read: smart) but it does help the reader find stuff faster.

You want a fancy looking blog? Go ahead! Banners for each character you write for? Do it! If you don't? You don't gotta! @gaybitchfx does all those fancy things and they thrive, I don't and I thrive! Aesthetics aren't mandatory but if you wanna do it then I hope you have a blast!

Warnings are important for content, if it's got messed up stuff in it or nsfw, warn people.

Put the readers gender or lack of gender in the warnings AND in the tags, it helps the algorithm a lot.

Don't spam tag, tag what your fic is about and if you're writing fem reader content don't tag it male reader and vice versa

Turn on asks, having anon on is optional but if you do decide to do so remember anon hate isn't valid because only cowards hide

You will not get requests right away.

I didn't, most people don't but you just gotta keep writing and posting, not all the time but consistently and it will happen.

Don't be so hard on yourself, you're writing fanfiction not the declaration of independence

Have fun and don't take shit from people, if people don't respect you and your boundaries after you say "hey I don't do that" block em.

If your readers get pushy remember they're here to read what YOU write, you don't owe no one nothing

If you're a male reader blog that doesn't write fem reader ... You're gonna wanna put in bold letters

I DONT WRITE FEM READER

Because people don't seem to grasp that concept

And if your writing only fem reader, you're gonna wanna do a similar thing maybe not in bold words because thankfully you're not going to get targeted as much, I wish it on no one.

Remember, people will write whatever and people request whatever. Just gotta move on and do you

People half the time won't read your rules but enforce them, make them go back and read your rules.

If you get hate and stuff, handle it calmly throwing a tantrum just makes you look foolish and childish or handle it with a no u or something

You don't gotta make your reader inclusive but it would be real nice if ya did

That's all I can think of, I will add more if I think of more

[goldenlaquer]

HOLD ON A MINUTE WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ASLEEP- HOLY SHIT did anons bother you AGAIN?? like, speaking of that, yesterday I found this post about dealing with anon hate. "Just realize that those people had to click a button to remove their name cause they’re scared of you. They ain’t shit." FUCK BRO THAT'S SO TREU THO??? also wtf do those anons want. This is YOUR place. I ain't going to my friend's place and say: "wow that sofa is not my cup of tea, I think you should remove it". BRUH yall this is GOLDIE'S place. And we all sitting on that comfortable, soft sofa (which represtents your art and fics, metaphorically- ok I suck at this but u get my point). Those cowards who hide behind the anon button are fucking pathetic. I think that as a compromise, you could remove the anon option for a good while. I also think deleting your OC content would feel like, lettin them win. Do they deserve victory?? fuck no. Rather, you could draw Seiji with his middle finger up. That's what they deserve. Be yourself no matter what!!! Goldie ILYSM I'll be late for school but I really wanted to say this!!!!😔😔😔😔😔💗 also sorry if this doesn't make sense I iterally just got up and i'm RAGING (ilyilyilyily)

Ahhhhh, Miiuu 🥹🫶🫶🫶 You always come in like a sweet, refreshing fall breeze 🥹🥹 Thank you so much for coming in to comfort me, and what you’ve said is definitely not wrong

I’ve considered removing my anon button but I honestly enjoy the majority of the anonymous messages; this sounds very greedy but I don’t nearly get as many interaction if they aren’t on, which sucks but I understand people are usually shy about putting a face to what they say. I genuinely enjoy tumblr anonymous because it gives people some courage to talk to me. But then again, that’s also when I do get some messages that are less than pleasant, huh?

I am so sorry, usually I’m good at quietly deleting them away 😭 but I’ve been catching L’s left and right in real life, in addition to catching L’s left and right on the internet😭 So thoughts like: ‘ahh maybe it would be better if my ocs were taken off so i don’t have to deal with these anons’ or ‘i made these ocs, i cherish them, they are like an extension of myself, and I dont want them to be insulted any longer’ have entered my mind and they won’t leave.

But. You’re right. It does feel like giving those anons a victory if I do delete my oc content. I shall consider more about this before I make a drastic leap!!

[dancingisdangerouss]

Those are common words im 25 years old and idk what is goin on in the grabber fandom but i read her fic and urs and i can tell a difference maybe just take a step back like they’re words u dont have a monopoly on words 😔

Why not come off anon to talk to me? And how about reading the post in its entirety before having an opinion? I specifically stated in the post that I don’t own those words, and my reasoning for posting them.

Are you SERIOUSLY trying to tell me that wasn’t sufficient evidence? Are you fucking serious right now? Again, you don’t have to stop reading it, or believe me. If you read my post and went “wow! I see nothing similar!” and want to not believe me? That’s fine. Do what you want. But don’t come for me like a fucking coward on anon to tell me to “step back.”

[alyszaen]

HEYOO ITS (used to be shy + silent reader but i had an avatar change cause why not) DELLA

anyhow this is regarding the pists i read on ur pahe. Aly, please dont listen to them, you’re amazing at what you do and i love the way you write write beautifully and pirtray emotions and know exactly what will happen and its so smooth

I actually got to know you through your yang jeongin frabble and like i (burst out) kind of cried, from there i started reading your angst drabbles like ‘damn you should uosd more fics like woah’ and then i saw i could message you but im a coward (😅🫶🏼)

Then I got to know you write for Aprk Ichi and that got me more interested

YOU HAVE NO IDEA ON HOW MANY TKMES I OPENE YOUR PAGE HOPING DOODLE WAS TELEASED cause curcle yraingle square left me heartbroken

BUTT 🍑

My point is, it’s understandable to feel sad due to a hate ckmmenter. A boat only sinks when eater comes in, and you will feel sad if you mund some jobless hater out there

Also personal message to the hater, like dude how do you have yhe time to read all if her fics, re read it to find the nonexistent mistakes and then have time to create a blog and post it on her list? Like bro i can literally see ur poor jealous face cause shes earni g more than u ever have and will

Aly, il this is random and i don’t usually comment but i cant see one of my fave writers sad, so ih ore the jobless monkeys and focus on the things you have (me and skz ofc along with minnie anon)

Moral of the story is… im always there to support you, though I never show if, and I am sorry for that, but please don’t feel demotivated just cause kf one hater, ilysm and i hope you know that people wait for your updates like crazy

<4

HEYA

That avatar >>>

Ahhhh I really love my angst drabbles honestly! I think the emotions come across well in them. So it's even nicer to hear that it actually made you cry (even if that sounds a little evil on my end lol).

Nah because Chichi is my CHILD. SHE IS MY DAUGHTER AND I WILL PROTECT HER WITH MY LIFE! Also if it helps you, Chiskz themselves had no idea how and when I was going to finish the trilogy haha. I was being really secretive hehehe

The butt had me giggling. We stan a butt. Lino would approve.

Ahhh you're right. I am really trying not to let it get to me. Usually single messages like that don't, but it was so many hate-comments just today. I think it kind of overwhelmed me honestly. I am doing better now, though. <3

Genuinely thanks for sending this. It means a lot to be reminded of the sweet people I have around. <3

[nuclearforest]

Hello phrend. 😎 2deep4me writer asks:

What's the fic you're most proud of?

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

Thank u for the ask!! Makes me very happy and lets me ramble abt stuff!

1, Honestly hard to say. Like, I'm proud of One Dog Night because it was the first thing I ever posted and like, really snowballed me into doing more and putting myself out there more. But on the other hand, Month to Love a Werewolf is the first multi-chapter piece I finished! And now Sirens' Guard Dog is on the way. I think those are my big three-- but as far as picking one goes?

It's really hard to say. I can't pick my favorite child lol.

13, Depends on if it is anon online or IRL.

Online? hell yeah i'm proud of being fully unhinged for my blorbo. almost at 350k in 2 years and like. ~300k of that is hans. my really sad sack awful blorbo who i love with all my little heart. stinky, stupid wolfman with a flair for the dramatic.

But IRL? I am a professional with a career you wouldn't catch me dead bringing up writing or fanfic in public. like, my folks asked me once over a holiday why I was on my laptop and what i was writing and i immediately had to bullshit that it was some stupid literary analysis to keep my skills sharp when, uh, it was really werewolf smut. very, very close to being busted but they aren't curious enough to press and i'm a fool not a coward.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION is when i am around those friends that are my enablers and don't care lmao. They think it's funny and it's on brand. Alternatively it's just one facet of the strange little gremlin they've let into their lives. I mean well--promise.

14, yeah. like, healthy or not i'm always out here comparing myself in both good ways and bad. some for learning new styles and tricks and broadening my horizons, but some for like. competitive purposes. and there's nothing to be competitive about but i've been in competitive schooling all my life and for a kid who grew up with little self confidence feeding on the praise of being "gifted" it really sticks with you. so there are many a conscious reminder that it's all for fun. that i shouldn't stress and that it's for me, even if some of that is a lie (i mean, come on--sometimes i'll write shit to brighten somebody's day but generally it's whatever catches my fancy).

but like, old habits die hard and i'm hungry for kudos and comments lmao. usually it doesn't get bad but if it does, i just bury my head in a different crafty pile of sand.

15, I HAVE A TIMELINE. we'll summarize it as exponential improvement and development tho lol.

nobody here will see the shit i wrote in middle school. we're talking paper journal self insert fic that i wrote chapters and chapters of (granted these were like, 100-ish words a chapter). talk about humble beginnings.

move to highschool and i have some fanfic and also a bit of OC work that I share in my school's creative writing club (bruh I STILL wasn't sharing fanfic).

in college I didn't write much. too busy under an engineering course load but i have a few things here and there. mostly fun little snippets of fluff to keep myself occupied.

but that said, now that i'm working and trying to live my best life, i've definitely gotten better in coherent plotlines, length, and fleshing out the details. i still have all the old stuff (even the paper journals, somewhere) and a decade+ later it's meteoric improvement lol. when i wrote One Dog Night that was the longest single story I'd written by a mile. and now i'm on a long chapter work i've updated weekly since i started it following an outline. i'm boggling my own mind.

but that said: i've always been creative and colorful, have not always been able to actually finish a story. funny enough, i've also never had a formal, regular beta and something tells me that won't change soon. (altho sometimes I do ask for a second set of eyes-- so thanks to y'all that have done it for me!)

can't wait to see how i keep growing!

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

FLSFASFSKLFJA IT WAS MY FRIEND WHO DID THE THING?????? SHE WROTE THE FIC THAT IVE BEEN GUSHING OVER?????? WTF?????? NO WAIT SO

SHE TEXTS ME LIKE 'so how did u like the new fengqing fic' and im like 'lol im always reading fengqing fic, what do u mean???' and she goes 'the one that just finished. 6 chaps. bit cracky. how did u like it' and im like 'oh that one was very good! but how did u know i was reading it???'

AND SHE GOES. 'BIRB. I KNOW BECAUSE I FUCKING WROTE IT, WITH ALL THE THINGS U FUCKING LIKE IN IT. UR THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO READ TGCF. AND U DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE A COMMENT. WTF.'

anyway im a dumb cunt and megan is great, MAKE A TUMBLR AND STOP POSTING ON ANON, U COWARD! i feel so dumbbbbb omg 🤣🤣🤣

[spacedykez]

tails' tags

#the otter splashes - previously #ramblings. original posts about anything and everything but mostly brainrot, writing, and mutuals.

#aroposting - any time i am posting/reblogging things about being aro. i won’t always tag art that i reblog with this though, and i definitely won’t tag ace-only stuff with it.

#paciFics - as mentioned, my fics/writing #sketches in the sand - tag for any of my own art i post

#pacific answers - the most boring ask tag ever ↳#nix tag - asks from my beloved mutual @felicityphoenix5 ↳#anon-der the sea - anon asks. cringe is dead. don’t mind the sobbing.  ↳ named anons - for reference.

#art - tag i use when reblogging art. mostly. haven’t been great at tagging it lately. but please consider reblogging to support artists. do i need to link the rant here.

#fics - other people’s works. reblog fics you fucking cowards (if you do reblog fics i love you /p). reblog fics just as much as art. got it?

HERE is my system of saving posts

#under the deep queue sea is fairly self explanatory. my queue tag.

#otter tag is my tag for otters, the animal! anything otter-related will go under this tag. please tag me in posts about otters! as you can tell by my name i love the little guys :D #mothposting is for well. moths. n butterflies. and o!sneeg & moth!jon & moth!pearl. basically da Moth Aesthetic #neo tag is for things i post/reblog related to neopronouns cause i really really like to talk about neos i love neos so much ^-^

#pacific’s picrews is a categorization tag for any picrews i post. i just like the silly little guys ok.  #sona tag: here u can find references (picrews and My Art) of my sona #shinies for crow is my tag 4 when ppl draw things for me/of me!! if you're looking for more images of my sona there are some here as well. mostly its just for me to save the things that ppl have made for me :DD they make me happy :DD

other notes: i tag things with #me irl quite frequently and when i’m tagging art i do tag people in it quite often but i don’t use full usernames. so my tags are just #wilbur, #pearl, #gem, etc. #scott #smajor gets two tags cause i can never decide which to use. i am also very bad at remembering to tag everything all the time. and the lifestealers dont even have tags WHOOPS

TWS: i’m not great about tagging tws, but i will tag graphic depictions of blood (both in my own fics and art that i reblog) as well as any very intense tws in my fics. and i do try my best to tag #suggestive. my tws are “#tw [thing]” nsfw text will also be tagged. and if there’s something else that i need to start tagging let me know i will do my best. also, i use caps a LOT. please be warned if that is something that bothers you.

[likelylarks]

bro just cuz u didn’t personally write it doesn’t mean there’s no rpf and smut on your acc i mean your pinned post is a smut fic for goodness sake 😬 also linked ur ao3 acc . takes two seconds to find u being weird abt real ppl . u should get checked by a professional it’s Highly Concerning

thank you for calling me bro and not sis, appreciate the gender affirmation, you’re much nicer than one of the cowards i got yesterday

sorry, coward is mean, but come off anon and condemn rpf (that no one written about is ever going to see bc i’m not a fucking weirdo) with your whole chest

also you’ve got vibes of someone who reads self-insert/x reader fics and like,,, that’s Highly Concerning

love and light to you, hopefully you find better things to do than shitting on strangers who aren’t doing anything to hurt anyone 💛💛

[cheolhub]

i just wish i have the courage to go off anon but i’m a coward lmao so imma hide behind the anonymity ^^ you’re so cool dude and your writing is just top tier. i’m just glad i came across your account. i think i’ve read your Joshua fic for 4-5 times(?) it’s just THAT good man.. you’re amazing pls never think about quitting writing.. ily 🫰🏻

ITS OK U CAN HIBE BUT I SWEAR I DONT BITE 🫶🏽 THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY??? im not cool at all but i’m glad i give off that energy 😭 U READ THAT FIC MORE THAN ONCE???? i literally wrote half of it one day in january and the other half the day i posted 😭😭😭 AND THE LAST SENTENCE 🥲🥲 im crying. admittedly, i think abt it often but i really appreciate u saying i shouldnt 🥹 ilysmmmm