#you're not supposed to put too much personal stuff in your writing I guess but I like using it as the basis

[crow-caller]

Your synopsis of failure girl and the supermarket of immortals is like amazing. It sounds so cool!

thanks! It's one of my least fleshed out ideas and one that's sort of morphed over time. But all my contemporary book ideas follow a similar vein, I want to write about things like mental illness/chronic health/drug abuse based on my own experiences, but also do something just... weird and born out of my own obsessions, of course. I tend to autistically hyper bond to places I go to often, so when I was a clerk at a supermarket I felt like. the supermarket to me is a beautiful transdimensional space I am home in.

I did this with Home Depot when I worked there, hence why in Bad End a significant part of the plot takes place around the exact one I worked at, and why my hometown and places I've been feature in that book too.

My supermarket story has morphed with time, it's latest iteration in my head is much more like.... 'Pigeon Girl: Enemy of the Masses' because I'm now obsessed with pigeons. Or my recent idea of THE CITY OF BATH HUNGERS FOR YOUR BLOOD, which is what it sounds like but still born from the same concepts.

These are though some of my least solid story ideas and I've never written anything for them, it just lives in my head in small snippets I'd include.

[justporo]

Hello! Love your writing SO much. I’ve always wondered though, what would Astarion do if he was in love with Tav but she was insecure about how pretty he was and how she wasn’t good looking enough for him??

So first of all, Anon, let me apologise for letting this sit in my inbox so long - and thank you so much! I guess at some point I've gotten a little overwhelmed with all ideas and requests. I'll still try and answer as many as possible!

So, back on topic:

Headcanons for Astarion battling his partner's insecurity

When you open up about how you feel insecure - especially compared to him - you get a staredown first of all; it does nothing to help with your anxiety and insecurity

"Darling, we don't talk bad about ourselves in this relationship, only about others!"

Expect a lot of aggressive and kind of hysteric support (because this man can talk himself into a fit)

"You'd seriously think I'd settle with anything below heartbreakingly beautiful? Really? You think too much of me!"

He's serious (but also you know it's more than about surface stuff)

He tries everything: aggressive flattery, poetically pointing out all the most beautiful things about you, just staring into your eyes while holding your face (until you might start to cry because damn, this is about you but he's so beautiful)

In all seriousness, when he realises none of it is helping, he will make you stand up, in the middle of the room

His hands wander over your spine, make you straighten your back, lift your chin up, maybe put a strand of hair back behind your ear

One of his hands softly grabs your chin, his brows furrow: "You've done this for me once, now let me be your mirror, my love. When I look at you - I see these eyes, first of all. They're capable of so much: the greatest warmth I've ever felt, fierceness that would make even the strongest foe quiver, deep admiration for all the beauty in the world that you always tend to find. And this smile that never fails to almost make me stumble. Gods be damned, if my heart wasn't cold and dead in my chest it would skip a beat every time you smiled at me. And this body - do you even understand what it has accomplished? Carried you through every step, every battle, every blow and blast - to me if I may be so selfish. So I can admire and worship it everyday." "I thought this wasn't supposed to be poetry?"

And Astarion hushes you and pulls you to him, kisses you until you forget whatever it was you had been feeling in the first place

To be sure, very very sure, Astarion repeats this time and again - especially the worshipping part - that's his favourite

(He casually ruins it by making jokes about how you're "the second most beautiful person in the room", but you forgive him quickly)

Astarion is just very good at getting his point across, don't you think? So you should better believe him!

Tag list: @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess

[kaisntbreathing]

Hi hi! Could I ask for adam x seraphim!female!reader, where after adam died he ended up in hell (like a reverse pentious) and its sort of angsty in the beginning because reader has taken over from adam and her and lute were close before and it's like sad bcs it's the first extermination after Adams death, and when they go down, lute is really protective of reader because girl can't go through that shit again and then they are walking down a street and reader gets tackled into a hug and lute almost kills the person BUT turns out its adam?

(Little more context I guess? Adam and reader where dating before, and reader and lute were already close but became closer. This isn't readers normal job (lutes in charge of training everyone still), and she is basically the same as sera and Emily in the fact she does courts and stuff but she chose to help with exterminations on the day off because she wants to help heal her sadness by taking it out on ppl?)

SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG XX

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ❦

𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇-

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 24 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏-

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓

I LOVE YOU LILY OMG YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG BRAIN OMGOMGOMG-

BUT SERIOUSLY I LOVE THIS IDEA AND I'M ACTUALLY RLLY HIGH WHILE WRITING THIS SO HEHEHE

'۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋┊ཻུ۪۫❁۪۪'

With all the court date business with being a Seraphim and all of the stress of the exterminations is now being put on your shoulders you had the duties like the other Seraphims, there were three of you. Yourself, Emily, and Sera the three of you managed to get by but it was a lot of work you couldn't imagine how much work the archangels had to do.

And what made matters worse you were still grieving about your dead boyfriend who had died last year to the exterminations to none other than Charlie Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar themselves and he was finished off by a lowing janitor demon who is no bigger than a child at the most.

You and Lute had been given unwanted promotions which led to more stress and work under your shoulders and on your wings.

As the next extermination was already a few days away you had to prepare you had planned to go down and kill some demons since you felt the urge to and you had been given the green light by the other Seraphims to do so you had to take out your unacquitted rage somehow.

Since it was only currently bubbling up inside of you and you knew that wasn't healthy nor was it safe since eventually you were going to bubble over and snap at somebody you don't mean to and only God knows what kind of trouble that could get you into.

As you were counting down the days till the next extermination you had been talking with your best friend Lute who you'd grown closer to since Adam's death she had taught you how to defend yourself in case something happened to you and she couldn't be by your side to protect you which probably wasn't going to happen since she had gotten very protected and very protective of you.

"One more day... One more day marks the day I lost you..."

You spoke as you looked at the picture of the two of you the first time you and Adam had hung out in a picture frame by your bed as you felt the hot stinging tears roll down your cheeks you couldn't help but choke back a sob you missed him more than anything he was the man you were supposed to spend the rest of your afterlife with.

But those plans have been rudely interrupted by none other than the king and princess of Hell you promised yourself one day you get your revenge but you knew in this current state you are nowhere near strong enough to take on Lucifer on your own.

Even as a Seraphim who could possess high power stood no match to Lucifer who was a fallen archangel only another archangel or God Almighty themself could take him down.

You were snapped out of your trance by the sound of knocking what you're doing as you snapped your head towards the door you responded letting the other person know they could come in as the figure of your friend Lute made her way back into your room as she noticed your tears as she rushed towards you bringing her self close to you pulling you into a hug quickly.

"I miss him too Y/n..."

ONE DAY LATER

It was extermination day finally as you and the rest of the exterminators along with your friend Lute flew towards the portal to Hell as you arrived at the dark dingy and ominous landscape of Hell that smelled like rot and decay, you coughed as the air was harsh and bitter to the taste as your nose scrunched up.

"It reeks here..."

"Yeah you never get used to the smell"

As you flew around the streets of Hell looking toward for any demon that you could stick your weapon into your weapon was different than the other angels you had your own weapon as a Seraphim much like an archangel that got their own weapons although there's were more customized while you only had a two-sided spear one side was sharp and smooth and the other was rigid and curved nonetheless both ends were very sharp.

Suddenly something caught your eye as you stopped and hovered as your wings folded against your back as your feet touch the pavement as you looked into a dark alleyway seeing a pair of golden eyes staring right back at you, as you tilted your head in confusion on why they weren't running instead they were running towards you.

Suddenly the demon embraced you. You were confused for a moment until he looked up at you and you immediately recognized who it was.

"A-Adam?"

"You remember me?"

"Of cou-"

"Y/N!"

You heard Lutes panicked voice behind you as you spun around trying to diffuse her anger as you shielded Adam from Lute making her stop in her tracks as she looked confused at you before you stepped away showing the demon as she dropped her own spear embracing him tightly as the three of you embraced each other.

The trio is back together.

[icycoldninja]

OKAY-!

So I've been wanting to request something for a hot minute from y’all; Vergil (or Nero..? Idk if you do stuff for him tbh) having to warm-up with a Male reader during a blizzard???

(👉👈 Never done a request before so idk how much to put. I love your work and can't wait to read more from you (/p)!)

AAAAAA I KNOW U, U ALWAYS REBLOG MY WORKS WITH THOSE HILARIOUS TAGS! I've also read your stuff on ao3! I love your works too! I'm so glad you requested! I chose to do Vergil cause I like writing for him more than Nero lol; hope you enjoy!💜💜💜

Warm-Up (Vergil x Male!Reader)

Bonus pic I pulled off Pinterest for ya cuz y'all deserve it 💜

You shivered in your seat, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. A blizzard raged on outside, rattling the walls of your house and, via several drafts in said walls, lowered the overall temperature to lows your poor human body couldn't handle. You continued shuddering, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm, futile as it was. You were just so cold, for an indescribable reason, no matter how many layers of clothes you threw on or how many blankets you piled on, you were freezing. It was like you were cursed, cursed to be eternally chilly.

The front door clicked, then swung open; Vergil stomped in, covered in snow. "Y/N?" He called, peeking around the corner and finding you curled up on the couch, swaddled in blankets and thick clothes. "What is going on?" He demanded, raising a thin white eyebrow at you. "I'm cold." You grumbled, tugging the blankets tighter around you as another strong wind shook the house and chilled the room even further. "Cold?" Vergil repeated, confused. He had never felt cold in his life, being an ice demon and whatnot. Nonchalantly, he stalked away to remove the snow from his person and change into dry clothes. A few moments later, he rejoined you in the living room, only to find a pile of blankets where you once had been seated. "Y/N? Where did you go?" A hand--your hand--shot up from within the mountain of bedclothes. "Right here, Verg. Right here, freezing my ass off." Vergil sighed, then began shifting the blankets aside to get to your trembling, nearly numb-with-cold form. "You lack motivation," He stated, shoving the blankets aside, then taking a seat on the couch and rearranging them in his lap. "A mere bit of cold is nothing; such a trivial inconvenience should mean nothing to you." While those words may have sounded harsh and derogatory, they were in fact, meant to be motivating--and they were.

"I...I guess you're right," You admitted, sighing and sitting up. "it shouldn't bother me, but it does." Vergil scoffed, then dragged you by the arm over into his lap. With a grumpy huff that was probably caused by embarrassment for his uncharacteristically soft behavior today, he began to wrap you up like a burrito. Once he was done, he scooped you up and cradled you in his arms like a mother with her baby.

You were confused at first, but soon relaxed into your new blanket cocoon. "Are you warm now?" Vergil asked, after a few moments of silence. Believe it or not, you were. The cocoon, combined with Vergil's furnace-like body heat, did wonders for your own body temperature, warming you up much more efficiently compared to all the other methods you previously tried. "Yes, I am," You murmured, rather enjoying this treatment. "Good. I suppose I can unwrap you now, correct?" You shrugged, not really wanting to leave Vergil's lap. "If you don't mind....a little longer?" Vergil gave you a side-eye that could have withered flowers, but said nothing and made no attempt to move you. You yawned, now that you'd been warmed up, you were starting to feel a little sleepy. "Tired?" He inquired, bouncing his leg so as to rock you easier. "Yeah, a little," You sighed, yawning again. "I'm gonna take a nap...wake me in a few hours, ok?" Vergĺil nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Very well." As you closed your eyes and began to drift off to sleep, you could have sworn you heard him mumble "Sweet dreams, my little lump of coverlets."

[whoiwanttoday]

The world is often full of some inherent contradictions that make it hard to navigate. Experience is really the only compass we have, which is why in theory we should listen to our elders but in reality a lot of them have dementia and the truth is an experienced dipshit is still a dipshit, so if you are young you don't really have the experience to tell which else is wizened and which one is just old and bitter. Like drugs are a good example. I grew up in an era where we sure were told a lot about how bad drugs were. I remember this one PSA where it was a guy in profile and he started talking aobut trying pot and the top of his head turned to ash, then he did more drugs and more of him turned to ash and eventually he like died in a gutter and all ash and got blown away at the end. It's scary stuff but as you get older you see other people do drugs and they don't choke on their own vomit at all. Instead Jessica Miles makes out with them. It's not at all what the PSAs warned us about and you start to feel a little lied to when you realize drugs actually make you feel good and if you do them then people think that you're cool. Obviously, it takes time to know there are degrees to all of this. You can do all the lines of coke you want off of a computer desk at 7 AM while sitting in your underwear and writing about who you want to fuck today and pretty much no one will think that you're cool, so context still matters but it is one of those inherent things that meant I saw a lot of people swing too far one way and then the other in response to this sort of thing.

Anyway, I was thinking about this and how we can really vacillate too far one way or another and Anne Hathaway and Christopher Nolan. Nolan recently said he didn't know what the line meant, "You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain" meant when he put it in the movie and I am with him there, like I kind of got it but it felt like a cumbersome line and no one had ever said that before so why did they act like it was a common saying. People say it now though and boy does it resonate as we as a culture turn on things and people. Anne Hathaway said in an interview about how hard it was when the internet turned on her. I remember that. I never quite got it but I was told it was because I wanted to fuck her so I was blinded to what a monster she is I guess. I'd love to counter this claim but my dating history makes it pretty clear that this is entirely possible. Anyway, I don't want to discount the possibility that Anne Hathaway is a monster but the truth is none of us know. She's certainly not our friend and I am willing to believe I would find most celebrities unbearable in person. This is just because they live in a world where they are surrounded by people who makes sure they know they are the center of the universe and I don't really know how that doesn't turn someone into an asshole. Like I have a ZZ Plant in my kitchen named Spencer. He's named Spencer because someone once told me plants are supposed to have names so I named him Spencer. Then they told me that's a stupid name and I said, "You're mom's stupid". We both laughed like it was a joke but I kept the name Spencer just to tweak her and I hope deep down my witty comeback still haunts her when she can't sleep. Anyway, my point is I don't particularly care about Spencer's feelings or if he even thinks Spencer is a good name. I water him when the notification comes up on my phone and otherwise kind of ignore him. What I am saying is lots of plants might think I am an asshole because I consider myself to be far above them and they might be right but Spencer is the only plant here so those other plants are just guessing. So Anne Hathaway might treat people like garbage or just sort of not think about them because she is supporting them and watering them but I don't know. So the idea that celebrities are someone to lionize or vilify is kind of weird but I think about my friends now who give their kids lectures on drugs when I fucking saw you rolling at foam parties and pretty much groping anyone who would let you. We aren't great at inbetweens. So like, sorry Anne Hathaway went through that but it's kind of just how people work. I had a point here but I lost it, I was too caught up laughing about how much it probably burns that I named my plant Spencer and got off a sick Mom joke on someone 4 years ago. I guess my core point is today I want to fuck Anne Hathaway.

[someonewhogotanaccount]

It's intro post time!

Hi! I'm KitCat!

~The end~

Okay okay maybe you need a little bit more.

As I already said, I'm KitCat, master procatsinator and moving catastrophe, nice to meet you. (Though, everybody calls me KitKat, Kit or Chocosy, which is perfectly fine as well as any other name you want to give me ;)

I'm a minor, so all the creeps please leave now. My motto in life is "live and let live", so if you're here to hurt somebody, please leave too. Thank you :).

The typical things (that I actually forgot when I first posted this): I'm a straight white European Christian girl (teenager) and therefore probably the person with the most boring background, according to Tumblr ;).

I have two "adopted daughters": 1. My Killercat and tuna-demanding master Pauline 2. ";)", the bracket face (she can adapt any form of bracket face if she wants to, but the winking one is her favourite)

Some random facts about me: - my favourite colour is something between purple and dark blue - I have no clue how to write the word color/colour - I'm a German and from Germany (obviously) - I have no clue about the 'typical German culture', since my family was in Poland, Ukraine, Kazakhstan and Russia for around three hundred years and only came back to Germany 30 years ago or so - I love brackets and bracket faces - I have no clue about aesthetics - I consider myself a writer - I have no clue how to continue my stories - I love cats (who would have guessed that) - I have no clue how to make an intro post - I have a stupid sense humour - I have no clue in general but I'm trying :)

You can consider me as: Your silly Tumblr neighborhood KitCat and founder of the hug-ducks ;).

Do I take Tumblr serious? No. I'm that one friend that will be hyperactive the one day and then just dissappear for the next three weeks without a word. But if you ever need me, my inbox is always open. Vent as much as you want to, I'll try to comfort you.

Random stuff: I often misunderstand stuff, so if I'm acting weird, there is a 1/3 chance that I misunderstood you, a 1/3 chance I wanted to make a silly joke and you misunderstood me, and a 1/3 chance that I'm just weird ;). I'm a "Very vibey" (@mushroomcarrotstick) person, btw. @hijabi-desi-bookworm told me once I was "literally one of the best and ~vibest~ people" she knows. Do with that whatever you want, but my name is KitCat Chaos Vibey Clueless Badass Silly for a reason. Oh and if ANYBODY tells you that I'm cute, they are liars. All lies. I'm a pure badass and never ever search after the leta vs. kitkat war. It's better to let the past behind us and move on.

Sooooo, what else can I write here? Hmmm.... AH! MY MOOTS! I FORGOT MY MOOTS!!!

How do I do this now... you know what? I'll just make a list of the moots and then put the link here.

What else? Fandoms, maybe? (current obsession right on the top) - Worm (Parahumans) - Renegades - Claim the Stars (still waiting for the second book) - pjo, hoo, toa - The Inheritance Games (currently reading the second book) - tpq - kotlc - Warrior Cats (don't make fun of me. These books are my childhood and I will read them until I die) - Shadow League (never read the fourth book as it wasn't translated)

Also I enjoy listening music by Imagine Dragons :).

Yeah well, that's it, I suppose. I have an ao3 account as well, but that's only Renegades fanfiction so far. If you want the link just ask or smth.

Since everybody does this, I'll drop an "aesthetic picture" that should give the same vibes as my blog:

(source for the chaotic arson cat ;)

[carlosoliveiras-wife]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ hola, qué pasa. i’m chloë [she/her], biromantic[?]/ace-spectrum hispanic [white/mex] ladee who enjoys masc titles. here’s my main selfship carrd [still in progress]. here’s my general f/o list. here's my fandom ref drive. please like this post once read!

the guys shown above are My Darlin's, my main F/Os that I have super bad brainrot about and who are just part of my main squad but with a fancier label. rubs eyes. in order, they are...

Carlos Oliveira; Resident Evil 3 [Remake]

Pavia; Reverse: 1999

Miguel O'Hara; Specifically ATSV's Version*

Charles Smith; Red Dead Redemption 2

Lúcio Correia dos Santos; Overwatch

Lee; Arknights

Rei Sakuma; Ensemble Stars!!

the asterisk is that i largely use comic lore in reference to Miguel. in case that needed to be said. i just needed to put that out there i guess??

my terms on sharing are that i'm not comfy, and if you're too lazy(/nm) to read below, the gist is dni if we share, and if you reblog from someone who shares my f/os of any status, i'll just softblock for my mental health because i. am a bitch when it comes to sharing. sorry.

in the same sense: if you share any of my friends' f/os, i either will block or not follow just for their sakes and i have a personal bias when it comes to my friends' stuff. if that makes sense. probably not. here's the link to the list, which can be updated at any time.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ i’m specifically writing my new pinned to sound like i lack enthusiasm, because, y’know, i kinda feel that way a lot. don’t be intimidated, i don’t bite unless you give me a permit to do so, otherwise i’ll just stare at you from across the room. i’m not new to selfshipping in the slightest, and i’ve been doing this shit since i was a kid. i heavily love fictional characters and i see them as my bitches who should bow down to me. that’s a joke. i’m bowing down to them. sidenote: i put the question mark by biromantic because i have no idea if i’m aroace or not. sigh.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ i like a lot of things outside of fictional characters who make me wanna eat grass. i love to draw, i love to write, i love to design, i’d fucking love to not have seasonal allergies. i also really fucking love animals, however, don’t rely on me for knowledge because i obviously don’t know everything about anything. my faves are orcas and foxes! my favorite foods are salmon nigiri, tamales, and conchas. awkward thumbs up emoji.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ my dni and other stuff can be found on my main/introductory carrd. fandom-wise, you can find my info and trivia and all your need-to-knows on my ascendaries carrd.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ yes, i’m aware i have a rain theme going on. personal ties and i love the weather. shrug emoji.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ yes, i'm aware a lot of my selfships have repetitive themes and tropes. those themes and tropes are very comforting and also largely stem from personal things which is why i indulge them. tldr: if you hate childhood friends to lovers, hooh, you're gonna hate me.

little tidbits about me, i suppose. a good chunk of these are taken from my old pinned.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i quite literally use myself in all selfships, and prefer each fandom variation to not be called a "self insert". it's legit just me befitted for a fandom (usually a f/o, ie, if a f/o is an eldritch horror then fuck it i am too) 😔 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i have a lot of interests and tend to show an interest in a lot of things at once— while i may not know everything about a media, i do immediately go searching for character analyses as well as consume media as much as i can. i do have an attention problem which involves finding it hard to sit down and binge. but i will read the info as much as i can, i do tend to like reading more than watching/playing. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ again, as previously stated, i am a hispanic selfshipper. however, i look whiter than one would assume, and kinda act it as well. while meals and pronunciations are a big deal to me[minus the joking mispronunciations which earn me 'oh she's white' stares; listen it's kinda funny], i'm not fluent in spanish [i know a few phrases…] nor do i have many experiences many others may have. i admire a lot of the traditions, however i did not grow up with them. i’d love to meet other hispanic selfshippers though, y’all are cool and i’m giving you all a little kiss. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ yeah, it's actually spelled “Chloë”, in case you had to know. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i love to indulge my friends and mutuals as best as i can! my inbox is always open for rambles and such, so don't be afraid to talk to me. i also don't mind infodumps on any of my faves because you'd more than likely help me understand them more anyways, which is always welcome. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i do love to portray myself as the more affectionate one in any of my selfships— while everyone loves affectionate male/female f/o stuff, i like giving out more love and flustering my dumbasses. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ unfortunately, i am a lady who is very not okay with sharing. if that bothers you, just please do not interact. i know non-sharing selfshippers seem silly and childish, but it's just how i am. similarly, i do not care to interact with anyone who selfships with faves on the friend DNI list, meaning that i prefer their selfships above all else. i know that ain’t gonna stop anyone, but oh well. that list doesn’t apply to anyone following before that list was updated, so! yeah. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i'm uncomfortable with nsfw and if you are a nsfw account, please do interact on a different account. while i do have nsfw humor, indulging in actual nsfw makes me uncomfy, so please keep that in mind. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ don't be scared of interacting with me. i'm not gonna leap out of the water and bite your hand off. as long as we don't share f/os, i don't mind interacting. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i don't mind being tagged in things. i find it quite fun, actually! and i feel honored! hehehe ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ fandom blogs PLEASE dni. there's nothing wrong with you guys...some of y'all, i mean. i'm just. i'd strongly prefer not to have fandom blogs follow me. likewise: ccxcc shippers for my f/os. sorry i'm still a person who's uncomfy w/sharing ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ edited last: 12/6/2023 — while this blog is by all means "private" (read: i have the settings that doesn't allow this blog to be searched up or something else), i don't think i'm too bothered by reblogs or stuff about my personal selfship content anymore. i had this rule in place initially so that way i did not burn a hole in my brain from too much attention, however, i will do my best in taking things easier so that way i don't hit that mark of burnout again, or at least, as fast. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

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DNI

you fit basic DNI criteria, this includes being a zionist. i dont wanna see any proshippers or racists or pedos or lgbtphobes or islamophobes or anyone else who fits this bs criteria

if you share my f/os, this is just more of a comfort thing. im less likely to follow if you reblog from someone who does share my f/os just for my own comfort

if you associate with @/tealilii or @/glazelilii or whatever other handles she has. she's caused trauma for me and another friend of mine, and might still be doing harmful shit to my other friend.

you associate with @/lolthia. you can find posts on why you shouldnt associate with them.

javier escuella slanderers. i will throw you like a fucking dodgeball

people who like dark content, including but not limited to: yanderes, DD: DNE, noncon or dubcon, incest including stepcest, the glorification of abuse

see someone wearing certain things in fashion and immediately ask if theyre into nsfw things or why they're wearing "fetish gear". its weird, dont do that, esp not to me.

there's probably more but. hm. i'll update eventually

i don't know what else to add. glances to the side. so uh. yeahh. hi there guys...??

dividers are by @/cafekitsune!!

[incandescent-creativity]

Aright, I'm a third of the way through Eragon and my thoughts are: the worldbuilding is pretty great! The writing style is fairly bland. Ah, the irresistible temptation to just name stuff that will never be mentioned again because fantasy names are cool...my beloathed, and beloved, but more so beloathed.

Angela. Like. He just really wanted this unrelated magic user who I'm pretty sure is supposed to be an insert for his sister to be in this story even though she is entirely unneeded. I mean, I love her. But she's completely superfluous to the plot like, 98% of the time she's on page. She's just there to be cool and mysterious. I love her, but the writer I am now can't help but notice how out of place she is.

Also I forgot we had all this ancient language existing in a world with names like Trevor.

Eragon does still feel like a fifteen year-old. Sometimes he's so young and other times he isn't, and it works I guess.

This book is a lot of pages but it's so, so easy to read. There's all this lore stuffed in but it's approached in an oddly juvenile way. I don't feel very serious about this serious quest we're on. Which, is how I felt the first time I read it, so props to past me for recognizing that.

I'll report back in later when I've made more progress.

Alright you're probably farther into it now that it's been a week but! A response <3

I can't really argue with you about the writing style being bland, but I do think it allows the reader to exercise their theater of the mind a lot more freely. Like that illustrated version of Eragon that came out is beautiful! But it would also provide a concrete visual for, idk, like the Ra'zac as an example.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but it does take away the opportunity for the reader to fill in the gaps that Paolini's "summarizing plus some description for spice" approach allows. Which I kind of like! It won't work for every reader, but I'm personally pretty prepared to be forgiving of the blandness.

Angela... is a very obvious sister-insert. I think it's admitted as much in some author's note or acknowledgements somewhere. BUT I also cannot criticize her in good faith when I also appreciate the "just put cool shit in!" approach to writing fantasy. Like is she a narrative version of the DM's favorite NPC they keep shoehorning in? Yea. Am I entertained by her regardless? Also yes.

I also want to tie your "I don't feel very serious about this serious quest we're on." comment in to Eragon feeling like a 15yo. In Doylist terms, the lack of weight that the tone of the book attributes to the stakes may come from Paolini's own age at the time of publishing, but I think there's a Watsonian interpretation, too. Eragon is! fifteen! He knows enough about his world to name the major players, but he simply doesn't have the experience to know what he's getting into.

He will tho >:)

[ladyzirkonia]

The Bad Batch Modern Tattoo Shop AU

Hello my friends. Here comes a short fic inspired by this wonderful piece of art from @cloned-eyes. Because I felt the urge to write something about these beautiful tattooed guys.

Characters: Tech and Crosshair (tattoo shop owner), OC

word count: 1.245

warnings: none, just Cross smoking and being a little bitch, mention of injury/prosthetics?

For all of you non German speaking folks:

Die Ärzte - Schrei nach Liebe (with English Lyrics)

Alligatoah - Meine Hoe (with English Lyrics)

Stupid cow - dumme Kuh (common German insult for a woman)

two meters - 6'56 feet

Two tall, lanky, tattooed men walk down a street. The sun was shining and there was a scent of various flowering trees in the air, spring had finally begun, but as so often in recent years, it was far too warm for the current season. The streets were full of people who more or less rushed past the men - after work hour - but there was one or two who couldn't help but stare at the two men for a moment, no surprise, they were both about two meters tall and tattooed from top to bottom. Moreover, the grey-haired one of the two stared at every single person who dared to look at him with such a sinister death stare that they could easily walk through the crowd without even being bumped into.

''Hey, wait a minute Tech, I have to answer this.'' The gray-haired man murmured to the bespectacled man next to him. The two moved to the edge of a corner of a building. Tech sighed slightly and put his hands in his pockets, he hated it when the streets were so crowded and preferred to stay in this crowd for as short a time as possible.

''What's going on Cross? Come on, you know I hate the crowds at this time of day. You can smoke later anyway.'' The one addressed as Cross just grumbled something after lighting a cigarette and started typing on his cell phone.

''It's Hunter. He says he's going to pick up Omega from school now.''

''Ask if we should bring kebabs.'' Tech said. However, Cross didn't get a chance to answer, because he was bumped into in such a way that his cell phone almost fell out of his hand. Thanks to his good reflexes, he just managed to catch it again and let out an angry snarl while he stood up to his full height and turned to the attacker. Or rather to the woman, who became even smaller than she actually already was at the sight of the man, her sunglasses had fallen off her nose on impact and she looked apologetically and somewhat embarrassed at the two men.

''Shit, watch where you're going, stupid cow.'' Cross ranted, while his brother grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back slightly, as if he was already afraid that the whole thing might escalate.

''Oh... sorry really, I'm so sorry, I was dreaming.''

The woman looks a bit startled as the tall tattooed man stared at her so angrily, but his brown-haired brother immediately raised a hand to calm the situation.

''It's alright, don't worry, he's just this angry all the time.''

The woman couldn't help but smile a little bit and bent down to pick up her sunglasses. She said with a shy sideways glance again towards Cross, to which she only received a snort.

''Sorry again. Sometimes my mind wanders off in a way that my friends are surprised that I haven't been run over by a car yet. Cool tattoos by the way. I used to be a fan of ''Die Ärzte'' when I was young. I don't like the new stuff as much anymore.'' She points to ''Die Ärzte'' sweaters with a smirk, but only earned an annoyed look.

''Oh yeah, and when was that supposed to be? When you were 10?'' He earns a sharp peck from his brother in response, but the woman facing him seemed to have regained her self-confidence.

''No, but I'll just take that as a compliment. And you?''She briefly examines him from top to bottom.

''Let me guess, your favorite song is ''Schrei nach Liebe''?'' She earned a chuckle in response from his other brother and an even angrier look from the gray-haired man who had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

''Too bad that tattoo on your face seems to be just irony, a smile might do you some favors.''

''You'd better watch what you say Freckles, you don't want to accidentally end up in front of a car after all!'' Cross blew the smoke of his cigarette in her face and Tech was forced to intervene one more time.

''Hey, stop that.'' Tech smiles apologetically at the woman.

''Sorry, he's in a particularly bad mood today, just ignore him.'' The woman returns the smile and can't help but take a closer look at this brother's face.

''Really bold with your face tattoos. And you like Goethe, huh?'' She points to Tech's forehead and tilts her head.

''How about ''Alligatoah'' then, if you prefer it a little deeper and more society-critical. I'm Kitty, by the way.'' She points to her flashy T-shirt that says ''Meine Hoe'' on it. Tech just frowns a bit in response and says without hiding any irony in his voice while Cross just looks at her with a slight sneer and withholds any comment.

''Obviously. I'm Tech... and this is Cross. But if you like the tattoos, we have a tattoo studio close by, the 99, feel free to come by.'' His words were interrupted by a slightly snarky laugh from Cross.

''Sure thing, have you taken a look at that girl. She won't last five minutes.'' The woman just returned his challenging look with a roll of her eyes.

''Don't YOU worry about that, sicko. I deal with pain similar to a male heart attack every month, I'll be fine. So I'll see you around.'' She winks at Tech, ignoring Cross quite as best she can, then turns to disappear around the next corner. Tech turns back to Cross, who has put another cigarette in his mouth.

''I like her. But would you mind telling me what's going on with you today? You're even more insufferable than you usually are.'' Cross just snorts and lights his cigarette.

''Just don't get on my nerves, all of you. First that weird guy today at the shop and now this girl here.'' Tech just raises an eyebrow at his words.

''What happened? I can't let you out of my sight for five minutes.'' Cross just shrugs his shoulders lightly before drawing his cigarette away like there's no tomorrow.

''During your lunch break, some retarded guy came in and really pissed me off. He was acting up, I'm telling you.'' Tech just gives his brother a snide look and starts lecturing him.

''I've told you a thousand times, that's ableistic to use that term.'' Cross just grumbles and flicks his cigarette stub away.

''You should have seen that guy, like he got hit by a train with all his prosthetics. He definitely needed therapy.'' Tech just sighed lightly and muttered.

''He's not the only one. So what did Hunter say, kebab?'' Cross just shakes his head grimly in response.

''No, they're going grocery shopping. He said the kid needs to eat something properly for a change.'' Cross rolls his eyes slightly and nudges his brother in the side.

''Come on let's go.'' Tech shrugs his shoulders and follows his brother back into the crowd.

[dilf-in-peril]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @grand-magnificent thx :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

163.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

450,140

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Professional wrestling right now, obviously, which for the rest of the questions I pretend is the only thing I write to stay on brand. I also still write the occasional fic for my old fandoms or films you've never heard of, partcipating in exchanges makes you write a lot of random stuff.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Just giving you the ones for Wrestling:

Kayfabe (missing that old man hours, kayfabe breaking cmjf)

Top Guys. In. (cmftr DP)

He Gets Papi (rhea/dom pissfic) - wow that one's got a long tail huh?

Welcome to the BCC (yutamox hole initiation ceremony)

Making Amends (punk asks HHH politely to be allowed back into wwe)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. I rarely ever have anything to say in response unless it's a question and I feel silly when I say "thank you for noticing what I tried to put down" but I like to let people know I appreciate their comments, because I very much do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably that CMJF noncon fic which had everyone miserable and worse by the end of it. Also all of the PunkRaven stuff, which never has much of an improvement of the situation in sight.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk, I don't write a lot of longfic anyway and I think most of the PWP stuff that's not super messed up ends with people showering together or falling asleep next to each other which is a pretty happy ending as far as sex goes.... oh wait, it's the HHH fic where Punk implicitly returns to WWE for his efforts (I guess here too it is up to the reader whether this is a happy ending or more of a "came back wrong")

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only once for the underage cmjf fic, and I think it was the same person grand-magnificent mentions ironically. Maybe it helps that the kind of wrestling fans that I can see being haters have been condemned to writing incest fic so they don't have much ground to stand on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah. All of it. I also actively hate writing it most of the time. I enjoy writing mood, tension, the build and the aftermath but not much of the actual in and out.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Don't think I ever have, no. I never got the appeal of "what if Goku met Superman" and I am clearly not funny enough to pull of something like WWE meets Succession.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah but not Wrestling fandom, it was Dune.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Actually, if you want to do that, hit me up.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

All-time ship is a bit wild if I've only been writing this fandom for a little over a year but it's PunkJoe. This bad boy can fit so much love. And kink. And H/C.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hey now, mind your words.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People have told me it's physical sensations, descriptions that give a visual image even if you've got a bit of the old aphantasia, and discomfort.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Introspection. Writing out feelings. Not using the same words all the fucking time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

idk... don't, unless you speak the language or have a beta that does? I guess now it's easy to just google translate it as a reader but with older literature it always throws me out... am I supposed to just speak latin and french to get what you're having your characters say?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter like almost two decades ago.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I am still very proud of the Smoke and Mirrors PunkRaven fic. I could probably improve it a bit now that I actually have access to the whole feud and learned more about them but it's surprisingly on point just from my gut feelings.

tagging: @doctorworm @glamrocktrash @tache-noire and everyone else I have ever interacted with on ao3 and forgotten about right now

[dreamylyfe-x]

I don't know where else to go to complain about fanfic comments, so I guess I'm going to do it here. Because I woke up to one today that annoyed me.

And ironically, I'm doing it on the second day of my summer vacation, which I had set aside anyway as a "day to attend to the fandom things that I need to attend to" -- of which there are several.

The first thing I need to say is that I'm desperately grateful for every single comment I receive on anything I've written -- fanfic or meta -- 99.5% of the time. This is just a vanishingly small sample of what I hear about stuff I've written.

But it's still so irritating.

Some background -- I wrote fanfic, a prodigious amount of it, in my very early 20s. For about three years I posted nearly daily. These were long WIPs and they got a fair amount of attention in that fandom, which means I also got some criticism. And I engaged the criticism fairly cheerfully. It's hard to be too insulted by someone who has still read hundreds of pages of your work, even if they are upset about something. It was also really normal, at the time, to tell a fic writer then their story was annoying you. And even an upset comment was better than no comments -- the absolute WORST thing you can experience -- so I was pretty ok with them.

But anyway -- life happened, I left that fandom and I stopped writing fic.

A good friend of mine still was and one day, in a fandom I never participated in but certainly knew a fair bit about, she had a bad experience. Her fic was nominated for a ship-centric fandom award (this is livejournal era) and some random group of fans took umbrage at the existence of these fandom awards and went through and gave snarky reviews of all the fics that had been nominated. Anonymously. My friend had not wanted this review and let it be known that she didn't like it. That violated some sort of fandom rule at the time and she got dragged for it. Authors were not supposed to object to criticism. Even if it was mean-spirited.

More years pass. It takes a good long while for a piece of media to grab me enough that I get sucked into a fandom again. But when it happens we are long into the Tumblr era. And I discover that the worm has turned and it is no longer considered good fandom behaviour to leave negative or critical comments.

As a fandom old, I find that I little curious. I don't leave negative comments personally, but it's such a shift from the livejournal era that I take note. And I'm not sure I feel all that negatively about receiving critical comments on fic. As I'm writing it for the first time in a decade, I get to test that out -- and I don't actually have a lot of opportunity to do that, because indeed, people tend not to leave negative comments. But ONE TIME, on ONE story, ONE person left perhaps the longest and most detailed comment I have ever received, all about how much she absolutely HATED the story I was telling. And I did, honestly, love that comment. Same principle as before -- I couldn't be mad when they were so passionate about it. It was flattering.

But today I was reminded of the type of comment I really don't enjoy. It is not that it's negative -- though it is. It's that it's withering. It's the type of comment designed to make you feel like this person thinks you're a vending machine that they put a dollar into and then got the wrong product. It's the "I hope you don't think that this thing you put into your fic is actually, you know, The CORRECT way to look at this."

I've only gotten a couple of these because in general I think fandom is nicer these days and certainly the corner of the Gallavich fandom that I occupy is filled with really smart, thoughtful, funny and interesting people who tend to SAY smart, thoughtful, funny and interesting things. And this is something of a void scream, because I don't think people who leave comments like that would ever bother to read this.

But. Like. Just in case.

Fic writers put thoughts and opinions into characters' mouths that are not their personal take all the time. Because they have reason to believe these pre-existing characters think that thing. You can disagree with it. But it's probably bad practice to assume anything about the fic writer because of it.

If you ARE going to leave a comment like that try to say at least one other thing about the story so that your comment isn't entirely just you being unaware of the concept of an unreliable narrator.

If you are STILL going to leave your eye-roll in comment form on someone's story and not even bother to hit the kudos button on the way out, then I will probably respond to you like you're an asshole. I just have no other context to draw from.

If you are still determined to do all these things, could you try not to do it in the middle for the night so that I don't wake up to this stuff in my inbox?

Anyway. I know I'm blessed to even get snarky comments on a two-year-old fanfic, but, you know. I have feelings to share. Happy August.

[kpop-kitkat]

Hi ! if you're still accepting requests, I would like to request a mafia seonghwa x reader please do fluff to angst!!

White Lies | Park Seonghwa

pairing | mafia boyfriend!park seonghwa x  f!reader

genre/cw | fluff, heavy angst, mafia au, slight horror themes, slight yandere themes (seriously, get help if you're in a relationship like this, this is purely for entertainment), featuring Lia of ITZY, moderate language, unhealthy obsession

wc | 1.8k

notes | I hope you like it anon! it was fun to write. thanks for requesting as always! enjoy!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

Y/n sighed as she burried her face into Seonghwa's chest. He was leaving. Again. He always did. "Why do you have to leave," she pouted, looking up at her handsome boyfriend. 

 "I told you darling, it's just work," he sighed. "I know I've been so busy lately. I'm sorry. But I promise, I'll try to make more time for you and me, okay?" He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the crown of her head. "I love you."

 "I love you too," she looked up at him and pecked his lips before he got up off the comfortable sofa to leave. Before he turned the door knob, he made a finger heart at Y/n and smiled. 

Then he left. And no matter how many times he did, it still hurt. She wrapped a warm blanket around herself, replacing Seonghwa's body heat. At least he always kept his promise and came back. But why wouldn't he tell her where he was going? Why couldn't she know?

~~~~~

 "There he is," Hongjoong smiled as Seonghwa, his second in command walked in. "Got a reason for being late?" He laughed, as if he really cared. 

 "Y/n, same as always," he smiled to himself.

 "It is interesting to me. A cold-blooded killer like you, willing to give your life up for a simple girl," Hongjoong twirled a dagger in his hands as he went on. "Brave enough to lie to her, day after day, for her own 'safety and protection' as you claim."

 "Y/n is the most important person in my life. I could never tell her about this," Seonghwa argued.

 "You'd think someone as in love as you are would be honest with their partner. Y/n trusts you with her life. There's no telling how she would react, finding out you're a killer of innocents," he laughed. "She might think you'd kill her and proceed to run away from you."

 "She knows I'd never kill her," Seonghwa stated. "Look Joong, I considered telling her the day I asked her to be mine. But so much could go wrong. Our enemies would use her to their advantage, and capture her for information. I couldn't ever put her in danger like that. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?"

 "An honest one?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "You could just protect her from everything you're afraid will hurt her. And you can't keep her out of this forever you know. She's going to figure it out sooner rather than later. You said it yourself. She's the kindest, prettiest, and most importantly, smartest person you know. Right?"

”Right, I suppose. I just need time,” Seonghwa sat down on the sofa, hand coming to hold his head.

”Alright.”

~~~~~

Y/n sighed in boredom as she hung upside down off of her sofa, letting the blood rush to her head. She sat up, propping herself up on her arms. She decided to text her best friend: Lia.

Y/n: Lia~

Lia: Y/n~

Y/n: Should I try and confront Seonghwa about his secretive work things

Lia: Idk why

Y/n: I have a bad feeling, I can’t really explain it

Lia: I mean, it makes sense that you’d feel that way. If my boyfriend was always leaving and didn’t say where he was going, I’d definitely do it.

Y/n: Yeah… I’m just scared tho

Lia: Why-

Y/n: What if he’s like- super annoyed with me and thinks I’m crazy for doubting him

Lia: Y/n if this is bothering you that much, you really should just talk about it. Nothing is going to get better if you stuff it down and try to forget about it.

Y/n: You’re right I guess

Lia: As always ;) 

Y/n: Goodnight 

Lia: Gn 

She threw her phone onto the sofa and covered her face with a blanket. She really was conflicted. 

~~~~~

Seonghwa got home in the middle of night that night. He quietly opened and closed the door, as to not wake Y/n. But she was already awake. And, she was sitting at the kitchen, waiting for him. 

“Hey Hwa,” she deadpanned, hands folded.

”Y/n, what’re you doing up so late?” He laughed, going over to stand on the opposite side of the counter, looking at her. 

“I’m going to ask you a question. And I’m not taking a question for an answer. I want the truth,” she explained. 

“Go ahead,” he raised an eyebrow, being way too chill, considering the circumstances.

”Where do you go every night?” She asked simply. There was no other way to say it, and nothing else needed to be said. 

“Oh, so this is what it’s about,” he smirked, confusing Y/n. He leaned on the counter with his arms crossed, nearing her. “If you want the truth, you’ll have to promise me not to scream.”

Her heart dropped at his words. “Okay,” she answered simply, gulping down hard.

”I’m a member of Ateez, the mafia gang.”

She abruptly stood, her hands on the counter. “W-what?” She asked, sounding a bit weaker than she wanted to.

”You heard me,” he scoffed.

She was confused, and scared. He wasn’t acting like the Seonghwa she knew. “You… kill… innocent people?” She didn’t know how else to put it.

”When I have to,” he shrugged. “But, let’s just keep this secret between and I, huh? Nobody else needs to know,” he said as he walked around the counter. “And you might get yourself into some trouble if you tell,” he said, lifting her chin up with his finger.

She looked at him with angry tears building up. “No!” She shouted, pushing away from him, but he grasped her wrist. “Let go of me!”

”Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt you,” he cooed with a sickeningly sweet smile. One that she had grown to love.

”You monster!” She writhed in his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go.

He held her tight in his embrace and whispered into her ear, “The monster you love,” before injecting something into her arm. She let out a pained gasp before blacking out.

~~~~~

Y/n opened her eyes to see she was in a luxurious bedroom in a mansion. She shot up from the bed, glancing at her black pajama set she didn’t remember changing into. “Seonghwa,” she thought, angered.

”You’re awake,” a voice said.

”Who said that?” She raised an eyebrow, ready to expect.

”Relax, I’m a friend of Seonghwa,” said the man, as he walked into the room. “He wanted me to tell you that he’s busy today, but he’ll come back when he can.”

”Where am I? Who are you? Where’s Seonghwa?” She asked.

”So many questions,” he sighed. “You’re in Seonghwa’s mansion, I’m Yunho, and Seonghwa is on a mission.”

She blinked twice before looking at her hands. “Can you just get me out of here? I won’t tell anyone I saw you.”

”I’m afraid I can’t do that. Courtesy of Hongjoong,” he sighed, although he felt terrible for the girl, getting involved with them.

”Please?” She begged. “I’m afraid of Seonghwa. I need to get away from him. There’s no telling what he’ll do to me,” she said, teary eyed.

Yunho sighed before looking to his right and left. “Alright. But stick close. There are six other members here and if they catch me sneaking you out, we’re both dead,” he warned. “And here,” he said, throwing a jacket at her. “It’s cold outside.”

She nodded and wore the jacket around her. She then quickly got out of bed, following Yunho. But unfortunately, there were on the eighth floor.

They snuck down the first three floors no problem. On the fourth, they were nearly sighted by Yeosang. “In here!” He whisper-shouted, grabbing her arm and dragging her into a room. Thankfully, Yeosang passed without further compromise.

The next three floors were a breeze. But on the second floor, Hongjoong spotted them. “What’re you two doing?!” He seethed.

”Hongjoong please, hear me out,” Yunho begged.

“Alright.”

”This is Y/n, Seonghwa’s ex-girlfriend. She got dragged into this by him, it wasn’t her fault. She said she won’t tell anyone, and I can tell she won’t. She’d just get herself more involved. And after what Seonghwa did to her, she wants nothing to do with this place,” Yunho explained.

Hongjoong, surprisingly, seemed convinced. “You know I’m risking a lot if I let you go,” he looked at Y/n.

”I know,” she replied. “I just can’t face him again.”

Hongjoong sighed. “Fine. Yunho, back to your post. I’ll escort her out.”

Yunho nodded before leaving. 

“Come on,” Hongjoong tilted his head, leading her to the first floor. Nobody would be suspicious now that Hongjoong was with her. Mingi and San even saw her and said nothing. He led her to the back door. “Can you walk somewhere safe from here?”

”Yes, my friend’s apartment is just a couple blocks down, and I have the key,” she answered.

”Perfect,” he smiled. “I’m sorry about Seonghwa. I wish you the best moving forward.”

”I owe you Hongjoong,” she smiled back before adjusting the jacket that Yunho gave her around her shoulders. 

She started on her way to her Lia’s apartment. But Seonghwa also knew the way to that place as well. And when he couldn’t find Y/n in his mansion, he was beyond angry. He couldn’t get any information from his members, since they were on your side in this situation. So he took matters into his own hands, realizing Lia lived nearby. He got into his car and drove that way.

”Y/n?” Lia opened her door. “What’re you doing here?” 

“Questions later please,” she said, pushing her way inside and closing the door, her heart pounding.

”What-“ Lia paused when she saw a black car recklessly pull up to the parking lot of the building. “Y/n what the hell is going on?!”

”Seonghwa. He’s after me. Call the police.”

Lia immediately did so as she and Y/n locked themselves in Lia’s bathroom. 

“Y/n darling, I know you’re in there! Let’s just talk it out! Like we always used to do.”

Yeah, used to. 

Y/n held Lia tightly when she heard that Seonghwa broke the door down and made his way to the bathroom door.

”Leave us alone! We’re done!” She shouted.

“Done? After two years of working at our relationship? Don’t be delusional Y/n.”

”You’re the delusional one!”

“Delusional? No darling. Just crazy for you.”

And that’s exactly what she was afraid of.

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

[dogydayz]

MILDLY EMBARRASSED TO POST THIS HERE BCUS AM SELF CONSIOUS however I would love for people to see because I need to know if I'm on the right track with writing characters and shit like that. Small take on an interaction between Shadow and Sonic (the assumption here is that they're from a world where Sonic has been combating Eggman for absolute years now, and Shadow has just been watching this happen all the time, totally confused by Sonic's absolute refusal to ever actually, yknow. Kill Eggman. Because that would seemingly end all the "struggles" he has and "fulfill his 'purpose'", at least that's how Shadow views it from his own heavily damaged perspective.)

. . . . . . "A constant struggle. A never-ending spiral. Day in, day out, you never change it. All the power in the world, yet you simply let things continue as they are… Why? And how?"

"Geez, I know it seems pretty violent at times but it's a lot less of a struggle than you seem to think it is! Hell, you're one of the ones who's kept the whole 'constant battling' thing going! Half the time I'm in the middle of stuff and you butt right in!"

"You say that like it annoys you, yet you laugh as the words leave you. Perhaps I simply fail to understand your motives…"

"My motives? My motives are to protect my friends, and those who share a world with us."

"Then why not eliminate the threats? Why not end the constant strain for good?"

"It's…. Not nearly as much of a strain as you seem to think. I enjoy the adventures, the battles, how dynamic everything always is! You know I can't just 'sit back' or 'relax', and neither can you."

"My reasoning is entirely different."

"Oh? Then what is your reasoning?"

"I was designed this way."

"Is that really so different from just… ending up that way? You do know I don't really have control over it yeah?"

"…"

"See, I told you we aren't so different!"

"… You… Enjoy this struggle?…"

"Huh?- Oh.. I mean, I guess? I enjoy doing things, I like to explore, I like to battle, you know how I am!"

"…You never… Feel pressured to finish things? To… 'complete' your task?"

"The only pressure I feel is the pressure of knowing if fail then, well… Things wouldn't be too good!"

"…. That's the difference between us, then."

"Huh?"

"…. You exist for yourself, you work for yourself, you fight for yourself. Life isn't a series of tasks to you, and you never failed every one of them. You don't look at the past and contemplate all you've done wrong, you simply continue ahead… Even if that often puts you into harm's way." "…You know I'd try to say something comforting but I'm pretty sure anything I'd say would just make it worse so-"

"I don't need… comfort. I just… want a break. From feeling the constant mental tug, the need to do SOMETHING… I failed, yet I can't even live that down, I feel like I need to fix it when I CAN'T… There's no use even trying yet… I have to…"

"…You know, I'm starting to think that that whole 'constant spiral' you were referring to was more of a personal thing than something I was doing."

"… You…. Really are so fucking dense, blue hedgehog…"

"What?! Was I supposed to realize you were projecting or something??? Come on man!"

"… Heyyyyyy! Was that a smile just now?"

"What?- No!-"

"Aww come oooon buddy!"

"Do Not call me that.."

"Aaaaalllright, bud!"

"OR THAT!!!-"

Thank you for reading whoever ends up reading this, would like to know if it's a good start or not aaaa!! I love their personalities but I worry a lot about portraying them accurately (continuity be damned too, all i have to go off of are pieces of media where theyre all vastly different from one another). Primarily based around the Prime versions with the added existing angst. If it's received well then I may attempt to make a mini sketch comic from this interaction

[yeyinde]

How do you deal with writing burnout? I'm wanting so hard to write fic but I a) can't decide on one Fandom to stick with and b) feel like cause of that my writing is useless so I just haven't written anything.

This is a hard one for me to answer because I'm currently dealing with it right now. The want to write is there, but the motivation is not. But the one thing I usually try to do (and also the only thing because I am not a problem solver, I am a problem-causer) is that I find an author/writer who's style drives me wild, and I read everything I can get my hands on of theirs - to, like, leach inspo through osmosis, I guess. I'm just so in literary love with them that when I finally open my own Google doc, I'm giddy with excitement to write something as good as their work makes me feel.

Like, shit. That's some good ass writing, y'know??? And now I gotta write because they inspired so much in me. Or the way they write fills me so many ideas on what I want to do with my own work. Especially words??? Omg!!!!! Some people use the prettiest words and my brain is like, we need to write a fic using this word, immediately. And the rest just follows.

This might not work for you, and that's fine if it doesn't, because creativity is subjective and deeply personal, but I think playing around with some ideas to get you in the right mood/mindset will really help with burnout but you can't force yourself, unfortunately.

I had to cut this answer off because whenever people ask me for advice (or anything at all, really), I tend to ramble like a chatty criminal because I have no idea what I'm doing but that isn't actual advice. So, this me, trying my best to put into words some of the stuff I think might be helpful. And also I'm so sorry 🥹

As for picking a fandom - I just wouldn't put too much pressure on yourself to stay in one particular fandom. It's also okay to have multiple different things going on for different fandoms if that's easier for you as well. But if you did want one blog per fandom, you can maybe make sideblogs and write a little bit for each one until the stories are finished.

And for your writing feeling useless - this one is a bit harder for me to answer because, honestly, I feel this. I kinda feel this way about everything I write which is why I get so bogged down by some grand meaning or plot or lack thereof because it just feels so pointless to me. Which is so odd because I have favourite fics that have a microscopic dose of point or plot, and exists solely as a passion project by someone who just wanted to see two characters pine for >1k. And that's it. I think I'm harder on myself than I need to be, but I don't know how to stop asking myself, what does this do?? And be content if the answer is absolutely nothing. Joy, I suppose. A laugh, maybe.

I guess the only thing I can really offer is that, while I feel this way about the stuff I'm writing, I absolutely do not when it comes to others. I genuinely enjoy nonsense for the sake of it. I'll read my favourite characters doing the same thing hundreds of times and make a meal out of it each time. And I'm sure you're just being harder on yourself than you need to be, too, because there's someone out there who will who think what you've written is the most profound piece of literature they've ever read.

I think it's just a process of trying to find what works for you, and growing from there. Once you find a starting point, the rest eventually becomes easier. And if it doesn't, you can always just scrap what didn't and try again because writing should be something that makes you feel happy, not something that feels like a chore.

I'm hesitant to ask if this helped because I honestly feel like, reading this back, I've probably made things worse 😅

[miraculous-magicalconnections]

Miraculous: Magical Connections Update #3 - Creative Slump, General Update, + Sneak Peek

As the title of this update says, I'm in a bit of a creative slump when it comes to both writing and drawing, so it's been hard to motivate myself to continue working on the rewrite. I'm not sure when I'll be able to start working on it again more frequently but I'll try to be more active on Tumblr in light of this

But fret not! I have some good news too! I have the entire first chapter of origins complete as well as about half of the character backstories so once my motivation comes back, I should be able to get some stuff posted soon

Since I can't do much about progressing the rewrite further at this point, I want to give you all a sneak peek of the first chapter, I hope you enjoy <3

As he finished packing, he noticed a ring in his bag that was clearly not his. He didn't really enjoy jewelry, especially while training with Nora, and he knew most people here didn't have jewelry for the same reason. Although he supposed Cookie was the exception but his rings are gold and a lot bigger then the small black ring he held in his hand.

"When'd you start wearing rings?" Nora asked as he walked out of the locker room.

"I don't," He answers, "It was just in my bag."

"Huh, that's weird." She hums, "But finders keepers I guess."

"I'm not going to steal someone's ring Nora," He says, shaking his head.

"It was in your bag though."

He raised a brow, "And?"

"So it's technically yours now."

"That's not how that works." He huffs, "I'll figure out who's it is later."

"At least put it on kid! It's pretty cool." Nora urges.

Adrien rolled his eyes but complied, slipping the ring on. As soon as he did, Adrien saw a black cat walking throughout the gym. He blinked a few times, confused as to where the cat came from and why no one seemed to care. Was it a service animal? If it was, it should be near someone, right?

"You sure you're not a jewelry person?" Nora questions, "I think the ring works."

Adrien looked down at the ring, the black turned to silver and it seemed to almost morph so it was practically stuck on his finger. Nora didn't seem to notice and Adrien was not about to freak out when this was clearly some magical stuff that he wasn't sure what to do with yet. He was an anime nerd, sue him.

"Yeah." He nods, "I gotta go, bye Nora."

"Later kid."

Adrien needed to figure out what to do with the ring as soon as he could.