#(but yeah I don't like bringing politics into my blog as I want it to be a place to enjoy fandom content

[heloflor]

You know, considering how many posts I recently made about Movie Peach and how negative they are, there’s something I feel the need to clarify since I wouldn’t be surprised if people had some assumptions and I don’t want words I didn’t say being put into my mouth (Tl;Dr at the end):

As a completely original character, fully detached from everything other than the movie, I have no issues with Movie Peach. She’s badass in a fun way, spunky, has a few cute faces, and I especially appreciate how despite being a strong female character stereotype she’s very supportive of Mario and builds him up rather than putting him down, it makes her likeable and their relationship very cute.

And yes, this is the way I perceived her from the get-go, but only mentioned it in my movie reaction post made all the way back when said movie came out, hence needing to say it again now. To quote that post: “Least favorite character is DK. It could’ve been Peach but my issues with her stem from how different she is from her games counterpart. If you take her movie character as a brand-new character rather than a game adaptation, she’s actually pretty great as a guide and strong mentor.” And while there are things in this post I now disagree with, this part remains my current opinion.

So yeah, as an original character, she’s pretty great...but that’s also the issue.

Movie Peach is not an original character. She’s supposed to be an adaptation of a pre-existing character who already has her own personality. And as an adaptation, Movie Peach fails at every level. Not only that, but several dialogues keep hyping her up in a way that comes off as Illuminations looking down on Games Peach, you know, the character their own Peach is supposed to be an adaptation of.

That’s why I take such issue with Movie Peach. It’s not the character itself, it’s how bad of an adaptation she is. And if I did my job correctly, every single time I talk negatively of her in my posts, it’s about her as an adaptation specifically. The only instance of me being an ass for no reason is in my table comparison post where I call her a dumbass, which I point out in the tags to be me throwing shade and not something I actually believe.

Now I also want to say that I hate Movie Peach for what she represents and the consequences of her existence on Peach’s character and her perception by the public, so to keep it short I’m going with bullet points:

It annoys me a lot that a multi-million dollars company couldn’t be bothered to adapt her character properly, especially since they apparently closely worked with Nintendo and the concept art very much show them who Peach is as a person (the one where she’s encouraging Mario to fight DK reminds me of the 86 Anime where she keeps having Mario fight her battles while powerless to defend herself; also it’s funny how in the art of Games Peach reacting to Movie Peach it’s obvious the artist had no idea what personality Movie Peach has). The fact she’s a favorite character of mine doesn’t help and makes me feel robbed from seeing a beloved character on the big screen for the first time. And obviously them low-key insulting her by hyping up Movie Peach makes it worse.

Even before getting into the fandom I knew that Peach isn’t the most well-liked character, with many gamers especially finding her bland and boring. This was already sad on its own, but now those same people are praising a character who’s completely different from her for being “so much better” or “finally giving her a personality”. It sucks. Games Peach deserves better than that.

With those things in mind I don’t think I need to explain why the fact this characterization is possibly bleeding out into the games is something I dread. Now I can live with a cover art change, but if they change her actual character I’m going to scream. Especially if they only do it to Peach and no other character. And yes I know some people also pointed out a possible direction change for her voice but 1. for some reason I don’t really care, possibly because she’s been through quite a lot of voice-actors already 2. we only clearly hear her voice in the Showtime trailer during the Kung-Fu part so maybe her voice will differ depending on the costume, it is a stageplay after all, and 3. the Wonder short with Bowser has her let out four noises, one of which has a different tone while the other three keep her usual high octave, so I’m not sure if they truly intend on changing her voice. Haven’t played Wonder yet tho so I can’t speak to all her other voicelines.

Hopefully this will be my last post about this outside of answering asks and reblogs as I’m always open to discussions/debates. I don’t like bringing negativity and especially not drama to my blog but, considering the extensive rant I made about this, it only feels right to make sure people don’t misinterpret where my issues come from, since I can absolutely understand people seeing my posts and concluding that I hate Movie Peach for who she is rather than what she represents.

Now, instead of being negative about Movie Peach I’d rather focus on being positive about Games Peach, mostly through the fics I’m working on.

Tl;Dr: Movie Peach would be genuinely great as an original character but alas she was put inside the skin of someone with a completely different personality from hers. And it's very hard to look past this given the consequences of Movie Peach's existence on how people percieve Peach as a whole now on top of a possible change in her games character.

[frownyalfred]

Arkham Prince AU (ignore if you wish, i just needed to get the exchange out of my head after reading the threads in your blog) :

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Harvey sighed and wished for the thousand time he was able to smoke in the room they allowed him to see Bruce as his legal council. His firm laughed at him, for taking on the pointless case of defending the undefendable, but they didn't know Bruce like he did. How he was before, what drove him to this.

"So you sent this man, to the infirmary. Unprovoked? Jesus H. Christ, Bruce."

The man in question remained standing, staring of the double glass windows, bars obstructing the view in more ways than one. If it wasn't for the chains tying his legs to the concrete and the ARKHAM on the back of his uniform, he would have passed as a unconcerned, everyday man.

"We can't even claim self defense," Harvey continued. "You-"

"He has cancer."

Harvey blinked at the non-sequitur, "What?"

Finally, the orphaned Wayne turned and faced him, face blank, unconcerned about how much more this action would add to his sentencing. Unconcerned except for the steel eyes seething yet holding back so much hurt.

Harvey remembered once again, with a small pang, why he had gotten a crush on Bruce in their college days.

"Nygma. He has cancer. The only way to get medical care in Arkham is by ending up in the hospital wing." Bruce moved with all the weight of the world on his shoulders and sat in the bolted chair across from his lawyer, and life long friend.

Somewhere in Arkham, an alarm rang to let staff know a super had arrived at the facility.

Harvey leaned back in his chair, "So you-"

"Sent him there to get treatment as he recovers from multiple rib fractures, humerus break, and left talus dislocated break. Rendering him non-weight baring. So he had to stay there."

His lawyer let his head hang in exasperation.

Outside the hall, a god like man was buzzed into the hall, two locked doors away from Bruce Wayne. The staff member behind a desk, glass, and bars, informed him he was with a visitor already.

Superman brow furrowed in frustration but he nodded politely and took a seat to wait. Deceptively human behavior. The staff didnt trust it.

"Bruce. There has to be a better way to have helped him. "

"Changing the prison infrastructure from inside my cell is not something I could do. /That/, sending him there directly to be treated, was what I /could/ do."

Bruce could see Harvey revving up to once again bring up the tired old argument, 'Why did you do it? Why kill those people?' 'Why not wait until they were taken in by the law?'

But they both knew there was no way the people guilty would have gone and stayed in prison.

"Don't," Bruce interrupted before the other could start, "You know why I had to do it."

Harvey blinked, and gathered the papers on the table, fitting them in a folder. Pointless papers, except for the monthly 'permission slip' Bruce signed for the charity funds to continue to go to the Martha Wayne Foundation.

"I know. And it gets me so angry, still. For you."

Bruce gave a small genuine smile, though his eyes remained the same - angry, sad.

"Thanks, Harv."

Outside in the waiting area, the super narrowed his eyes, witnessing the exchange, a curious yet odd feeling filling stomach at the scene beyond concrete and wall insulation.

Who was this man, to his- to the League's informant?

(Hope you have a good day! Thank you for indulging us by answering our asks! 👋)

Oh my god Harvey! Yeah, the inversion of Bruce visiting Harvey and Harvey visiting Bruce instead….Harvey never giving up on his friend, convinced Bruce didn’t mean it. I’m sobbing, of course he’d try to help, to look past it, to see the kind and caring man he once knew underneath. Maybe Bruce is protecting him in a way — Arkham has a gravity to it, it pulls in who it wants. And Harvey has always been a target in Gotham.

[arrowthrewme]

Hello Arow how are you? First of all I love your page. There are really few soft yandere posts and seeing your posts made me very happy. Especially when it is written so beautifully. I would like to make a request. Yandere with a mute who likes physical contact × reader or yandere mute × reader, whatever suits you. Thanks in advance. I am eagerly waiting for your posts. I wish you a good day.

Hello! I'm doing quite well considering that school is kicking my ass :D

I'm so happy to hear that my silly little posts make you happy and yeah, there are so little yanderes that aren't "alpha male, protec my omega". But that's exactly why I made this blog!

(and I am eagerly awaiting your judgement. I wish you a good day)

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, male reader intended

Tell me why your hands are cold?

"Be my voice, and I'll be yours only."

Yan Mute, who you meet at your new office job.

Yan Mute, who is weirdly quiet. Only nodding in greeting anf going back to work. You learn his name, not from himself but from another coworker. Dimitri. Oh, and he's mute!

Yan Mute, who, after you kept bringing him coffee every morning and a little treat (hoping he'll open up and actually talk to you), starts sticking to you like a barnacle

Yan Mute, who sits next to you during every meeting, stands next to you during every break, even walks you home (if you walk home, if you don't, he'll try to carpool)

Yan Mute, who quickly becomes a regular in your life. Texting, chatting (which consists of you talking and him writing his responses) and always touching you as much as he can

Yan Mute, who just can't help himself but touch you every day at least 50 times! You're the only one who actually tried to get to know him and not treated him as just some annoyance

Yan Mute, who holds your hand and plays with your fingers whenever he's overwhelmed

Yan Mute, who will cry if you tell him to loosen his hold (it's practically a death sentence for him)

Yan Mute, who if you learn sign language, will marry you on the spot (not like he wouldn't anyway. You could give him a piece of paper and he'd be rushing to the nearest church.)

Yan Mute, who practically melts if you kiss him. Your lips are definitely his favourite part of you

Yan Mute, who, when jealous, gets pouty and clingy. He's an insecure guy, so he always thinks that you'll figure out that you're too good for him and leave him. So the sight of you being affectionate (aka polite) with someone makes him want to cling to you like a whiny puppy

Yan Mute, who sighs "I love you" every time he can because no one else in your department knows sign

Yan Mute, who wants kids. Wants to start a family where he would be loved. Where you and him would be together forever.

Yan Mute, who has you talk to everyone if you're together since it's both the most reasonable thing and because he suffers from horrible anxiety

Yan Mute, who doesn't really care if he's the little or big spoon. He loves holding you and loves you holding him just as much

Yan Mute, who though doesn't have a voice, will make sure you know just how much he loves you <3

[writingwithciara]

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ~𝓁.𝒽𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈~

summary: luke fucks up & forgets...again

word count: 955

pairing: luke hughes x reader

notes: this was kinda requested on my main blog but i put all my writing on this blog. whoever sent in the request, thank you ❤ i hope this was okay

can you write how you'd think luke would react to reader whike in a heated argument, like what would he do? woukd he argue back or just let you finish

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it was nearly 2 in the morning before y/n saw luke.

the devils had been out all night celebrating their huge stanley cup win and y/n decided she would celebrate with her best friend after.

she wasn't counting on him being out all night.

she had fallen asleep on the couch and was woken up when he came stumbling in the door. he wasn't even trying to be quiet.

and the worst part, he wasn't alone.

he had a tall blonde hanging off his arm and she was giggling at whatever he said in the hall outside.

luke didn't even acknowledge y/n as he and the mystery blonde made their way down the hall and into his room.

y/n grabbed her phone and texted jack.

bold=reader, italics=jack

hey are you awake?

yeah what's up?

can i come stay at your place for the night? luke just got home and he brought a girl don't feel like listening to them all night :(

yeah of course door's unlocked so just come in

y/n grabbed her phone & keys, making sure to be as quiet as possible as she closed the door and headed upstairs to jack's apartment. she walked in and went right to the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.

the next morning, luke woke up and eyed the blonde in his bed. her identity escaped his mind as he searched for some clothes to put on. his first thought was to apologize to y/n so he went searching for his roommate.

usually he would find her in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious for breakfast. it was what she always did the morning after he won a game.

but when she wasn't in the kitchen, he began to panic. he went to her room but found her bed was untouched from the night before.

where could she have gone? he thought. his mind began racing and his heart was beating faster.

but his thoughts were interrupted when the blonde from the previous night appeared in the hallway. she looked liked she was trying to sneak out.

"oh. didn't think i would run into you. thought i could make a quick getaway." she laughed awkwardly. "last night was...different. i never go home with a guy i just met."

"yeah. me either. i hardly ever bring anyone home." he looked at her. "last night was a mistake, right?"

"yeah. i'm so glad you brought it up. i didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"same." he smiled. "it was nice meeting you, i guess."

"yeah. you too, luke." she waved and as she was about to leave, y/n walked in.

"don't worry about me. just cam to get some clothes." y/n put her hands up and politely pushed passed the girl in the doorway. the blonde nodded at luke before taking off down the hallway.

luke followed y/n into her room and watched as she dug through her drawers.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm staying with jack tonight so you can have some alone time with whoever you decide to bring home tonight."

"did you stay at jack's last night?"

"yeah. didn't feel like being forced to listen to you and some random girl all night." y/n avoided eye contact as she moved passed luke. he spun around to face the direction she was heading.

"i'm really sorry about that. it's just the boys and i were at the bar and it just happened..."

"yeah, yeah. i know the story at this point, luke." she sighed and looked up at him. "is that all you're sorry about?"

"what else would i have to be sorry about?"

"unbelievable." y/n rolled her eyes and turned back towards the front door.

"okay, you should quit with the attitude. if there's something i need to be sorry for, then i apologize for it. whatever it is."

"the fact that you have no idea what you need to apologize for is insane."

"maybe you should just tell me then, y/n!" luke raised his voice. it was lined with frustration and y/n was having none of it.

"you know what, luke? fuck you. i'm tired of being put on the back burner all the time. you always forget about our plans and it's ridiculous. wanna know what makes it even more ridiculous?"

"no but i'm sure you're going to tell me anyway." luke crossed his arms and stared her down. she was not about to give in.

"it's even worse because you're at the front of my mind all the time. 24 fucking seven, luke! we make plans and i remember every bit of it, down to the last detail. you have no idea what it's like to be the last thought in the mind of someone who always comes first for you!"

the way she looked like she was bout to cry as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door made luke snap back to reality.

"oh shit. i was supposed to come home and celebrate with you last night, wasn't it?"

"ding, ding, ding! ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner." y/n remarked sarcastically.

"i am so so sorry, y/n." he looked at her and when she grabbed the doorknob, he knew that was it. he had forgotten about their plans many times before & she wasn't going to let him get away with it anymore. but he understood.

"i don't care how sorry you are for last night, luke. it's not the first time you forgot about me, but it will be the last. goodbye, luke."

with her bag hanging off her shoulder, she made her way out of the apartment and out of the building.

and as far as luke was concerned, out of his life for good.

taglist: @worldlxvlys @fearfam69691

[lotusarchon]

can't stop looking at her t-t-t-face! (xiangliu x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov, headcanons, nine headed demon is xiangliu, fluffy headcanons, xiangliu is a little shit, mentioned ex marriage, nsfw headcanons, minors + ageless blogs DNI, experienced asshole xiangliu, rough sex, teasing, biting kink, mentioned snakes (only with his hair and NOTHING ELSE!!), wax play, blindfolds

author's notes: okay has anyone written for him?? or is he another ao lie situation?

SFW:

𐙚 Full honesty, I think he's an absolute asshole at the beginning of a relationship. Not out of spite or anything, but given that he was once a prince, and is seemingly used to getting what he wants, I can see him being a prick towards others, even someone he likes.

𐙚 Again, not in a spiteful way, but rather in the same way some kids might've bullied their crushes when they were younger. It doesn't make it okay though, and when Xiangliu realizes he's hurting your feelings, he genuinely brings a stop to it, because he does like you and he does want the best for you.

𐙚 I mean, he's still cocky though. He does have an ego like the Monkey King. I can see him finding it funny to teasing you a bit, poking your pouting cheeks and commenting how adorable you look when you're mad.

𐙚 Dating him also means you're gonna have to deal with him being protective as fuck. Maybe not borderline controlling, but he's the type of partner to worry if you're not with him. If he has a phone, he'll call you and if he can't call you he tries to look around for you. Most likely, if he was given a choice, Xiangliu would follow you everywhere to make sure you're okay.

𐙚 While I don't think he'd listen to you regardless of what you say, he does value your opinions. Maybe he might not listen if you ask him no to bring about the whole chaos business, but he considers what you've said to him, and might even think you're right. It'll have to depend if he actually decides not to go through with his plans, or to go through with them without hurting anyone else for your sake.

𐙚 If you sneeze, just know that Xiangliu can sense it from halfway across the three realms. He has a sense that tells him something is wrong with you.

𐙚 Please let him hold your hand and kiss you in public. Grant him the opportunity to get your name tattooed somewhere on his body so everyone can know he's taken, thank you.

𐙚 He's been married before yeah, but you're by far the first partner Xiangliu genuinely adores. You're just so amazing like that.

𐙚 Xiangliu is the type of guy to be so rude to anyone that flirts with you or him intentionally. What do you mean, the other partner doesn't need to know, or there's no ring on your finger, so therefore you have no partner? What do you mean, you think we're family and not dating?? He'll be so rude in the most polite way possible that when he's done, whoever is flirting with you or him will never be able to find the face to flirt again. You don't mess with Xiangliu and his pookie bro.

𐙚 Oh, speaking of which; he definitely calls you a bunch of weird nicknames. Some are sweet but others…are just insane.

𐙚 “Oh, my pookie wookie snookie bear.” “Now now my darling bumpkin―” “🥺 my favorite espresso with whip cream.” “Stay away from my omega, bitch.”

𐙚 Listen, I refuse to believe he doesn't know of slang and brain rot. You expect me to believe he was trapped in the mortal realm for so fucking long that the only thing to stop him from going insane wasn't to learn about mortal habits?? That fucker is worst than a gen alpha.

𐙚 If he has a phone, expect to see fanfiction. Somewhere out there, he's written a fanfic of the two of you in a highschool setting. I'm not kidding.

NSFW;

𐙚 This man was a prince and let me assure you by saying he definitely had women (and men, who knows) at his feet. Hundreds of consorts, and even a wife at his beck and call. I refuse to believe he doesn't have experience. Even without the countless admirers and wives he had, there was just no way the tutors with his previous identity hadn't taught him for the day he would be wed.

𐙚 So, with that out of the way, let me assure you by stating; outside of the bedroom, Xiangliu is overall a pretty sweet boyfriend. Yes, he can be cocky and eccentric at times, but he's also overprotective and values your safety. Inside the bedroom, he's an absolute menace. He will fuck and tease you until you're sobbing into the pillows, and all he has to say in response is, “Oh my darling, the fun has only just started. No need to cry~” like an absolute dick.

𐙚 He will literally torture you in any way possible. Fingering you until you're so close only to stop and leave you crying, tying you up with a vibrator to your puffy clit, adjusting the settings so it's just not enough for you to cum, whispering degrading things into your ear until you can only press your legs together yet never find any relief because he's suddenly ‘busy.’ Safe to say, he takes great pride in seeing you turn into a mess.

𐙚 I think he'd like to bite you if you allow him too. Neck, shoulders, thighs―if he sees any part of you bare, he wants to sink his teeth into your skin. This isn't even sexual, but it does happen often during sex while he's fucking you. Maybe while eating you out his teeth bites your inner thigh, relishing in the sight of his teeth marked into your skin. Or maybe if your back is against him while he fucks from behind he'll bite your shoulder and leave a nice mark for anyone to see. Or maybe your neck, on the rare occasion, right where your pulse is located, the mere idea that you're completely at his mercy spurring him on.

𐙚 Probably blindfolds you too if he's feeling extra evil. The fact you have no idea what he could be planning cause you can't see shit, completely tense on guard, it's just so fun. You're right where he wants you to be, and he'd by lying if he said it wasn't fun.

𐙚 On the rarest of occasions, he might spice things up a bit, probably by bringing in some candles. Xiangliu likes creating patterns on your body from the melted wax, but he's careful not to burn you with the dripping wax against your back, only for him to take his ever-so gentle time peeling them off right after, dragging his hands against the tender skin while he fucks into you from behind.

𐙚 Xiangliu seems like a pretty kinky guy honestly. He probably has a world of kinks (none gross) that he wants to try on you, and a wide variety of positions he wants you in. Doggystyle is fine, but he might also like the idea of fucking you in a nelson position, his arms holding up your legs to your shoulders while you squirm and moan against him. It's hot, he's not gonna deny that.

𐙚 Also, apparently snakes have two penises. So uh, double penetration via double dicks anyone??

𐙚 Not a headcanon but do the curtains match the drapes and does he have snakes down below? 🧍

@lotusarchon, 25.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[witch-craft-works]

I don't talk about politics In fact I hate talking about politics because I really hate bringing real life issues onto my blog. I use this as an escape because I love Pretty Cure and I love Twisted Wonderland and I want to make people laugh with my stupid incorrect quotes because I love making them.

I'm so sorry if I sound crazy but i'm venting rn. But I really feel like I have to now

In the last week I got dog slammed by my dad, stepmom and brother (he's 11 I don't know why he's talking) because I voted for Kamala Haris. My dad even made a comment that I'm not allowed to vote if I'm going to vote for Kamala.

As I was writing this my mom called me to rub in my face that Trump is going to win. I think i'm going to cry as I'm writing this because yeah theres a good chance that Trump will win this election.

I'm going to cry because our rights as women will be taken away. My younger sister, and younger cousins will have to grow up in a country that doesn't value women because old men who look like they came out of the stone age feel that we can't control our own bodies.

There have been women who have died because they couldn't get the care they needed because of those stupid abortion bans. My state is included so if anything happens to me (God forbid) I can't get the care I need. Especally if they decide to make it a law that you can't travel to get care.

So yeah I hate the fact that people feel like an accused rapist and criminal should run our country. So yes if our country starts to look like fucking Gilead from the handmaids tale soon I blame the people who voted for Trump and or didn't vote at all.

This was my first time voting and I was really hoping for the best.I hate it so so much and the bottle of bleach is looking so good rn.

[blackhairedjjun]

you made my day. ✧༺♥༻✧

this blog, including this fic, will be deleted soon. to save this fic, read it on ao3.

pairing: ot5 (individually) x gender neutral reader | genre / tropes: comfort, fluff, slice of life, meet cute, strangers to (potentially) lovers; reader is an intern in yeonjun's and a student in taehyun's | word count: 900 - 1k each | warnings: profanity, food & drinks in all except beomgyu's, getting scolded in yeonjun's, getting lost in beomgyu's

summary: you're having a bad day and things don't go as planned. but a chance encounter with a kind and handsome stranger makes things a little bit better.

author's notes: this was supposed to be posted in time for the release of the seasons of txt: youth photos, but then i got writer's block working on kai's and then i got super busy with work so i finished this only now. this is my first time making a fully ot5 work, and it was a lot of fun coming up with unique scenarios for each member. i hope you enjoy!

(all mini-fics are under the "keep reading" cut! photos are left uncropped to preserve the original uploader's watermark. photos are from bxmgyx_13 on twitter.)

1. soobin 수빈

of all the days for you to forget your umbrella, it’s on a day when it actually rains.

you stand underneath the awning of the convenience store, sighing and clutching your bag of snacks. even as you silently wish for the rain to stop so that you could walk to the subway station, head home, and enjoy your food, the downpour only grows stronger as if the universe is playing a cruel prank on you.

today is supposed to be a relaxing day. maybe the sound of the rain would be calming if you were at home munching on a bag of your favorite chips... outside, not so much.

a few minutes pass. the rain abates ever so slightly, but not enough for you to go home safely. you glance up at the sky still covered in clouds, then back at the street view in front of you, losing hope.

you don’t mean to make eye contact with the tall stranger passing in front of you.

at that moment, two thoughts cross your mind. the first: he looks like an actor, i swear i’ve seen a handsome face like that before. the second: wow, a tall man with a big umbrella, if i were more shameless i’d ask him to cover me to get to the subway station.

the universe, once again, decides to humor you.

the young man stops in his tracks, still staring. then he turns away, bowing his head a little, as if trying to make himself smaller. you watch while he stays like that for a little bit, shifting his weight from one foot to another, clearly embarrassed by your encounter.

your face grows hot with embarrassment too and you bring your free hand up to cover your eyes. what am i doing? you chide yourself. just because he has a nice big umbrella doesn’t mean it’s okay to stare!

but before you can scold yourself too much, you hear a soft voice in front of you.

“do you... want to share?”

slowly you remove your hand from your eyes. the tall man is looking at you, and though he seems shy, you see a faint smile of politeness on his face.

“yes, please!” you nearly shout. “i mean 一 i’d like that, thanks.”

he bows a little as he moved forward and tilts his umbrella towards you. “sorry for staring, you just looked really sad standing here like that一” he stops, realizing what he just said, and presses his mouth shut.

cute. 

“no, it’s okay. i’ve been wanting to go home for a while, so yeah, i was feeling pretty bummed.”

“oh... sorry about that.”

you shrug. “it is what it is,” you say as you stepped under the umbrella. when you tell him that you were headed to the nearby train station, his eyes light up; he passes it by on the way to his dorms. the setup is perfect for both of you.

the tall man, you notice, seems naturally shy; even as you walk together under the rain, he makes sure to keep a polite distance from you, even if it meant one side of him getting slightly wet. his umbrella is slightly tilted towards you to make sure that you’re well-protected, even at his expense.

“hey, you’re getting rained on 一 it’s okay, you can bring the umbrella a bit more to your side.”

“it’s fine, i’m worried about your bag.”

“oh, this?” you lift up your bag of snacks on your free side. “don’t worry, they’re just bags of snacks. the packaging will keep them from getting wet.”

“oh? what snacks did you get?”

you tell him about your bags of chips and your packs of bread that you bought and his eyes start to shine. “i was gonna have a nice day to myself, just watching movies and eating these,” you say. “i picked out some dramas to watch this morning...”

“if you want really good bread, there’s a shop that just opened a few blocks away from the subway station! they make everything fresh, and i’ve been stopping by there after my classes.”

“oh! i’ve passed by that place, but i’ve never tried...”

as the two of you continue talking 一 turns out he has a lot of anime recommendations for you to binge while eating 一 he slowly starts to open up. he still looks handsome like an actor, but he has an adorable smile and a sparkle in his eyes that make him less intimidating and more endearing. he feels like someone you could hang out with, someone you could relax and be yourself around.

it wasn’t long before the two of you finally arrive at the subway station entrance. the rain has stopped, and the young man sets his umbrella down; now that you can see his face better, you take in the shine in his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks. oh, he’s so cute.

“hey, thanks so much for walking me, uh...”

“soobin.”

“thank you, soobin.” you feel your cheeks grow warm at you mentioning his name, and he seemed to blush a little, too. “this was nice of you to do.”

“ah, it’s nothing to worry about...”

“do you want to meet up at the bread shop sometime?”

the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. oh god, what are you doing? you start to chide yourself again for asking to hang out with someone you’ve known for ten minutes. all he did was walk you home out of courtesy, and yet一

“yeah... that would be nice.”

he seems to be trying his hardest to look at you straight, but you can tell that the shy smile spreading across his face was genuine. relief washes over you and you can’t help but smile back.

the smile doesn’t leave your face as you hand your phone over to him to exchange numbers. while typing in your contact details, a thought crosses your mind: maybe the universe knows what it’s doing after all.

2. yeonjun 연준

the walk home from your internship feels like a walk of shame.

you messed up a pretty urgent task, delaying your team’s entire project, and your boss had little patience as he scolded you in front of the other interns. even as you make your way back home where you can forget and perhaps drown your sorrows in ice cream, you can still hear your boss’s voice rising and ringing in your ears, and feel the interns’ eyes on you as they watch you get a dressing-down. some looks are ones of pity, others of annoyance 一 but they sting at you all the same.

it’s hard for you to push away the memory as you trudge down the familiar route to your apartment, the sights around you barely perceptible to your troubled mind. you don’t even have the mental energy to pay attention to the pedestrians around you, walking down the same sidewalk and headed who knows where, when一

bump.

“shit!”

you feel the splash of coffee on you and see a stain of dark brown spreading across your work shirt.

“oh shit, i’m so sorry一”

a bit of spilt coffee shouldn’t mean much, but today it’s the final straw. you burst into tears, unable to stop yourself from sobbing in a crowded street of strangers. everything about this day is conspiring against you: you can’t do your job right, you embarrassed yourself in front of the rest of the intern team, and now you can’t even get home without looking like a complete idiot. you want to disappear into thin air but all you can do is cry, which just makes you feel even more ashamed... and then cry harder.

“hey, please don’t cry, i didn’t realize that it was that bad一 did you get burned? i can walk you to a clinic一”

at first you barely pay attention to the young man who spilled his coffee on you, but now it’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you with eyes wide with worry. his hands hover just inches away from your shoulders, ready to comfort but not crossing the boundary of your personal space, and despite your tears your heart softens a bit at his willingness to help.

“it’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “i一 i didn’t get burned一”

“i’m sorry for making you cry, i wasn’t paying attention一”

you can’t help but burst into a small laugh.

now the man looks confused, tilting his head at you. “wh-what’s so funny?”

“it’s not your fault that i’m crying,” you say, the last of your tears finally falling. “just had... a bad day.” 

“oh.” 

you watch the look in his eyes shift. he was looking at you with panic and desperation, but now his gaze softens. his hands fall to his sides but he leans toward you to listen to you better.

“sorry about your day.” his voice is softer now. “and it’s alright to cry it out, it must’ve been hard for you...”

you simply nod. your gaze falls to the sidewalk and you notice the spilled cup of coffee by your feet.

“s-sorry about your coffee...”

the man stares at you and tuts, shaking his head. “you just had a bad day, and you’re worried about my coffee? it’s fine, it’s nothing compared to what you went through.”

“i guess, i just... can’t help but feel bad.” you chew on your lip. “can i buy you a new one?”

he let out a chuckle and the sound makes you feel light. “will it make you feel better if you buy me a coffee?”

perhaps it would do you good to do something right for someone today, you think. besides, he seems nice, and he does deserve a coffee for trying to soothe you.

“yeah, sure.”

“then i��ll let you if it makes your day a bit better. there’s a cafe across the street, we can just stop by there, yeah?” he shrugs off the open button-down he’s wearing over his shirt and hands it to you. “and here, wear this to cover up the stain.”

“it’s fine一”

“c’mon, you can wear it.”

 you hesitate for a moment, but the young man looks at you with such wide eyes that you can’t say no; you take the button-down and put it on over your shirt. it’s big on you, but that’s good for covering up most of the stain. and while soiled clothing may be the least of your worries, it preserves your pride just enough that you smile for the first time today.

“there, you’re smiling already. you feel better?” he says, returning the smile.

oh, he’s handsome.

your smile widens and a blush starts to creep on you. “yeah... yeah, i do. and i guess some coffee would help.”

“then we can grab some together.” he offers his arm out to you. “i’m yeonjun, by the way.”

you thread his arm around his as the two of you walk towards the cafe. it’s an oddly intimate thing to do with someone you just met, but it feels right.

“nice to meet you, yeonjun. and thank you for helping me.”

maybe today isn’t such a bad day after all.

3. beomgyu 범규

where the hell am i?

it’s the first thought that enters your mind as you step off the train, and it’s the thought that comes back to you again and again as you wander around the unfamiliar station. the whole place is unnervingly quiet; no other trains passing by, no hustle and bustle of the city, not even other passengers chatting and waiting for the next train to come. you open your phone and check your map 一 and you realize that you have gone horribly, horribly off course.

you did everything right; your friend gave you the name of the train station close to their new apartment, and you even looked it up before your trip. you know that the apartment was quite far from your place, but this is too far altogether. sighing, you open your chat with your friend and start texting them: hey i think i’m at the wrong station can you please help. you pace back and forth as you wait for a reply.

nothing.

the cell signal in the station weakens. you can’t even send your friend a follow-up text.

you almost let out a scream until you notice that another passenger has appeared on the platform: a young man bobbing his head to whatever music he’s listening to. he pays you no mind as his attention is absorbed by the earphones connected to... a cassette player?

you squint. does anyone still use cassette players in this day and age?

in between his little listening session, the young man catches at you staring at him. he tilts his head at you, pauses his player, and takes off his earphones. “what’s up?”

“uh...”

should you ask him for help? if he’s waiting for his own train, maybe he’d know the station better than you.

he follows your gaze down to the cassette player in his hand and frowns. “hey, i like vintage things, okay? my dad gave me this and it still works.”

“n-no, it’s not that...” 

your confusion and frustration must be too obvious, because the young man slips his cassette player into his bag and takes a step towards you. “uh, are you okay?”

fuck it, you can’t solve this yourself anyway.

“i think i’m lost.” you head over to him and show him your phone: the station name your friend gave you, a screenshot of the route you took. you explain to him where you’re headed, and he nods along as he listens and examines the map screenshots on your phone.

finally, he lets out a nervous chuckle. “uh, sorry. i don’t know how to get there either.”

your heart sinks.

“but i know where the helpdesk is, maybe we can ask them? let’s go there together.”

“aren’t you waiting for the next train though...?”

“it’s fine, it’s coming in around 20 minutes. let’s go, then?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, and somehow it’s the most reassuring thing you’ve seen all day.

the two of you make your way through a maze of staircases and walkways to get to the helpdesk, which the young man explains is on the far side of the station. all the while he sticks close to you, arms nearly brushing as you walk side by side, and it makes you feel anchored in an unfamiliar place.

“i’m sure your friend must be worried about you,” he says. 

“yeah, and i can’t even text them to tell them where i am.”

“we gotta make sure you get back then. don’t worry, the helpdesk staff are super nice. they’ve always helped me out here, so they’ll surely be able to help you too.”

he smiles and nods at you as he says it, and it makes you believe him. he’s kinda cute, too.

the young man is in the middle of telling you about how he’s visiting his family when you spot the HELP DESK sign in front of a modest booth. you nearly sprint to it, but your companion manages to keep up and get there first.

“excuse me, could you help my friend here? they’re supposed to get to...”

you lend your phone to him as he explains your route to the middle-aged woman behind the help desk. she lets out a laugh as she hears him out 一 it turns out that there are two stations close to each other with similar names, and your friend gave you the wrong station name. “don’t worry, it’s a common mistake,” she says. “you’re not the first person i’ve seen make it. here, i can trace your route for you...”

a few moments later you hold a paper map with a post-it explaining which lines and stations you’re supposed to take. you relax visibly as you scan the instructions, and a new wave of energy fills you to get to where you need to go.

you look up at the young man and he seems even more excited than you. he’s grinning from ear to ear and bouncing slightly on his feet. “we did it!”

“thank you so much,” you say with a bow. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“don’t get lost again, okay?” he says with a laugh. “or else i’ll have to come pick you up or something.”

“i’ll be fine, don’t worry. what, do you want me to text you when i get there?”

you’re joking but you freeze. what on earth were you even saying?

the young man goes from excited to sheepish, though he hasn’t stopped smiling. “i mean, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“yeah...”

you find yourself exchanging phones with him, and when you get yours back, you glance at the new contact. beomgyu. there’s a little teddy bear emoji next to his name.

“text me when you get to your friend’s place, okay?”

beomgyu’s gaze softens, and you feel yourself growing warm.

“okay.”

4. taehyun 태현

you shouldn’t have checked how much progress you’ve made.

in the middle of your study session you flip through the pages of your chemistry textbook to see how much you have left to read... and you still have three-fourths of the chapter left. after that you have two more chapters to go. you flip through your own notes and realize that, as dense as they already are, they aren’t even halfway done. then you check the time on your phone: it’s been forty-five minutes.

oh, it’s going to be a long stay at this cafe.

you can feel the worries rising in your throat, but you take a sip of coffee to try to wash them down. it doesn’t work, but you don’t have the time to self-soothe right now. you only have so much time before it gets too dark and you have to return to your dorm.

your head is spinning with chemical equations and diagrams when the empty seat across you shifts. the muffled noise is enough to make you look up, and you notice a stranger hovering near the seat. the rest of the cafe is full.

“may i sit here?” he asks.

“sure.”

you pay him no mind as he settles down, and you continue studying.

half an hour and one finished coffee later, and you still aren’t done with that first chapter. your notes started out neat but have since devolved into a half-legible mess of symbols and equations that might as well be ancient runes to you. the last ten minutes were spent scrolling on your phone because you would rather distract yourself at this point. groaning, you throw down your pen and rub your face into your hands.

i’m not understanding anything.

the soft thwack of your pen against your textbook catches the attention of your table-mate, who has finished his pastry and is sipping his drink while typing some notes on his phone. you glance up at him and see the name scrawled on his coffee cup: taehyun.

he glances at your pen, then at your textbook, then up at you. “is this for a chemistry class?”

you nod.

taehyun examines the textbook again, then your notes. “oh, i took the same class last semester. do you want help?”

you want to yell oh my god, you’re a fucking lifesaver, but instead you say, “yes, please!”

you allow taehyun to flip through your textbook, even your messy notes. his eyes widen as he takes in every detail, and when he looks up at you he gives you a tiny smile. there’s a little sparkle in his eyes that washes down just a bit of your worries.

“this is pretty good progress you’ve made. you got the fundamental parts right.”

“oh, i… did?”

and here you thought your mind was just flailing around.

“yeah. you’re doing great.”

“but i’m slow.”

“it’s better to be slow and understand everything well than to be fast but not absorb anything,” he says. “do you have an exam coming up soon?”

“uh-huh… tomorrow. and i’ve got two more chapters after this.”

“oh.” taehyun blinks and goes quiet for a few moments, pondering what to do. at last, he picks up your pen. “you could probably go faster with some help, then.”

a wide smile spreads across your face.

taehyun guides you through each lesson, pausing once in a while to check if you can follow him. you resume taking notes and they’ve gotten neater again, and all the strange symbols and diagrams and equations start to make sense. the panic in you starts to fade away little by little, and the fog in your mind from all your worrying starts to clear. with that gone, you find yourself understanding each lesson much more quickly.

“you’re good at this,” you say as taehyun finishes drawing an example chemical structure on a napkin.

“i am?” he lets out a small chuckle and you blush a little. he’s sweet. “well, i did enjoy my chemistry classes last time. but it only really counts if you got to learn something.”

“i did, i honestly did,” you say, eyes scanning your notes.

taehyun follows your line of sight and once again you see the sparkle in his eyes. “that’s good, then. and i can tell from your notes too, you already figured a lot of it out. you’ll do fine in your exam.”

“you think so?”

“yeah, really.”

“well...” he’s right, you admit. you exhale slowly and allow your shoulders to slump a little bit. “thanks.”

in the end you manage to finish just two out of three chapters before it gets dark outside, but taehyun makes a cheat sheet to help you. you watch him as he scrawls his notes on a loose sheet of paper 一 oh, he’s a lefty! you note 一 then tucks it in between the pages of your textbook. as he slides the textbook over to you, he gives you one more look with wide eyes.

“good luck tomorrow. you can do it!”

“thanks! and, uh 一 thank you. i couldn’t have done it without you.”

taehyun lets out a little chuckle. it sounds tiny, but to your ears it could fill the whole cafe. “you should let me know how it goes. i’ll be here tomorrow too, same time.”

“oh...”

there it is again, the twinkle in his eyes. you feel yourself grow warm at his words as you look at him. you still have your exam to get through, but now you have something to look forward to tomorrow.

“sure, i’ll be here,” you say. “see you.”

5. huening kai 휴닝카이

perhaps a little ice cream will put you out of your misery.

the line for the ice cream truck in the park is long, as expected on such a hot day. one part of you understands this rationally, but another part of you is antsy, an inner five-year-old grumbling and stomping their feet on the verge of a temper tantrum. sure, everyone in this line is sweating under the sun as much as you are, but your patience is wearing thin and you just want that ice cream now. 

you would have been more patient if you’re getting that ice cream with your friends as originally planned, but your plans fell apart at the last minute. one by one, they texted you their reasons why they couldn’t make it: they have to work overtime at their job, their boyfriend suddenly showed up for a surprise date, their cat got hurt and had to be taken to the vet... by the time you read the last ones, you were already waiting at the park, your carefully planned outfit wasted and slowly being stained with sweat.

if it happened to someone other than you, you would have laughed at the unfortunate string of coincidences. but instead the sheer bad luck taunts you, and now all you can do is take out your handkerchief and wipe the sweat off your forehead with a sigh.

you don’t know how long it takes 一 perhaps a few minutes, perhaps an hour 一 but you finally make it to the front of the ice cream truck. you bounce on your heels as you turn to face the ice cream man, ready for a little bit of ice-cold, sweet comfort on an otherwise terrible day...

“sorry, we just sold out.”

“WHAT?!”

the ice cream man flinches. you didn’t mean to scream so loud, but the frustration building in up in you is just too much to hold back. the people in line behind you start to disperse, a few of them stopping to stare at you. you apologize for your outburst  but slink away in defeat, head bowed from resignation and sheer tiredness.

just then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“uh... y-you can have mine...”

you turn around and see a young man with tousled black hair holding out a popsicle still in its packaging. he smiles sheepishly as he hands it to you. “sorry, i got the last one...”

with one look at him, whatever irritation and frustration you feel melts away. you can see the sweat around his forehead and the slump in his shoulders, then your eyes fall to the gym bag hanging by his side. he must have been exerting himself under the sun, you think, and there’s no way you can take an ice cream from someone like that.

“no, i’m 一 i’m sorry for shouting like that. you can have it.”

“no, it’s okay, i promise!”

“really, you don’t have to give it to me.” you start to walk away, hoping to deter him, but he only follows. “keep it, it’s gonna melt if you don’t eat it soon.”

“take it! please?” he steps to your side and you notice how much he towers over you. his face betrays his height, however 一 he glances at you with big, pleading eyes, and your resolve softens.

“okay, okay.” you take the popsicle from him and unwrap it.

the two of you sit down on a park bench. you taste a little bit of the popsicle, now soft from the heat, and the fruity flavor instantly gives you a little burst of energy. you smile as you dig in to the rest of it, trying to savor it before it melts.

you pause for a moment to look at the young man who handed you the popsicle. he looks content as he gazes out at the park scenery, without a hint of bitterness that you took his ice cream from him. he turns to you with a smile, and you can’t help the little flutter in your heart when he does.

“that looks so good,” he says.

“it is! uh, sorry i took it from you.”

“nah, it’s okay. they ran out of my favorite flavor anyway so i’m not too sad.”

“oh.” you finish the popsicle and place the wooden stick inside the packaging. “it would’ve been nice if we both had one, though. it’s really hot today.”

“yeah, dance practice was extra brutal today under the sun...”

“dance practice? oh my god, that sounds exhausting.”

“yeah, everything hurt so much! but i finally figured out our new choreo, so it’s okay.” he glances over at you and opens his mouth to speak again, only for him to look confused and turn away. oh, he’s a shy one.

you decide to fill in the silence. “do you want to hear something funny?”

“sure!”

you tell the stranger about the slow thwarting of your plans for the day: the sudden overtime, the surprise date, the cat at the vet. your companion’s eyes widen with each new detail. when you finish he starts out a high-pitched laugh, and the sound makes you laugh too.

then he realizes he’s laughing at you and he stops. “oh一! oh, i... that’s so unlucky... and the ice cream running out too... i’m so sorry.”

you shrug. “today’s just not my day.”

“i’m glad i gave you that ice cream, then. you needed it.”

“yeah... thanks.” you glance down to fiddle with the edges of the popsicle wrapper, and you feel your lips curl upward in a smile . just then an idea enters your head, and you look up to meet your companion’s eyes.

“do you want to meet up here again next week? maybe we can get an ice cream for the both of us next time. my treat.” you tilt your head at him. “i’m y/n, by the way.”

slowly a wide smile forms on your own companion’s face, and his eyes start to twinkle with giddiness. “y/n... ah, i’m kai. and i have outdoor dance practice here every week, so i’ll see you after?”

“that would be nice, kai.”

[anamericangirl]

Long message ahead (sorry about that LOL):

It's so insane to me how the left will constantly claim to be the pro-woman party and then turn around to tell any woman who disagrees with them that they hope said woman dies in some way or gets raped, and I'm not just talking about that repulsive ask you got. They'll say disgusting things like that even to other leftist women who disagree with them on only a handful of issues. But yeah, sure, they 100% care about the rights and safety of women. Totally.

If I'm honest, that's what "woke me up," so to speak, and I know I'm far from the first - the realization that they claim to want to protect "marginalized"/minority groups until someone from said groups disagrees. Then out come the violent threats and slurs that they reprimand others for or claim that conservatives are doing, thinking they can "revoke your [minority group] card" as if someone will stop being female or POC or homosexual/bisexual or disabled simply for disagreeing. Personally, I think it's them admitting that they use these characteristics as shields, so "revoking" them from those who dare to disagree makes them feel stronger. Since they put so much weight on the "community" aspect, they think kicking out anyone who disagrees will leave the opposition destitute and are implying minorities can't stand on our own.

I'll never stop pointing out that the only people who call minorities "marginalized" (defined as being treated as insignificant or peripheral) are leftists. The only people who are openly treating us as an unimportant second class are leftists, and they are the only ones who have ever consistently implied we are such in society ("you can never escape what we labeled you so that means we gotta either tear everything down and start again, or you can just live in fear").

Like I said, it's nothing new, but it's stopped shocking me when something makes them show their true colors. It just happens to be the election right now.

TLDR: minorities aren't "marginalized" because of Western society, leftists just labeled us that to say exactly what they think of us, and realizing this has freed me.

Also, your blog is awesome.

Well I am very glad you have escaped that toxic mindset and your eyes have been opened to how destructive and despicable the left really is.

They parade identity politics and thrive on the idea that how a person identifies themselves is the end all be all of their entire being and thus they present themselves as a group who is pro-every identity to look like they accept you based on identity alone. But that mask falls off once you dare disagree with them on one thing. Then you are the enemy. And that's because they really don't care about identity. They care about ideoloy and if your ideology doesn't match theirs, then they try to revoke your identity as if they own it and get to decide what it's acceptable for people of certain identities to believe or not believe.

And, as someone who fits into more than one identity they claim to be "pro", I have never been welcomed, accepted or tolerated by them because I don't have the opinions they want me to have.

When you get down to it, if you disagree with them, they are racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, ableist, etc. and they collectively use more slurs than any other group I have ever seen. But they think it's ok because they're using them on people they don't like.

They aren't good people and I think more and more people are coming to that realization. They are their own worst enemy and their behavior will turn more people away then it will bring to them and that is the only good thing about them.

They attract a lot of people because they are good at publicly playing the empathy card and looking like they care but it doesn't take long to see the that's all bs when you really start watching them.

I am glad you have been freed from that and I'm glad you think my blog is awesome! I think you're awesome :)

[thegreatwicked]

Writing Resources Part 2

My first list was so long I decided that I reached the character limit! So we have a part two! I'm going to try and keep them a bit more organized too! Hope these help you all in your writing endeavors and if you happen to use any of them try to give the original source some love!

Also, apologies if I've tagged you more than once and it's annoying! If I reference your material more than twice I will just link your whole Tumblr. I really do want to make sure everyone gets their credit and spotlight!

General Information and Research:

The Fantasy Guide to Royal and Noble Marriages or anything by @inky-duchess Her blog is extensive and is a wealth of information regarding things like royalty/nobility/Period social politics and is a fantastic resource, go check her out! Ink I do appologize I might be tagging you more than once!

@type1diabetesinfandom This blog is an amazing resource if you are interested in writing about characters with any form of diabetes or similar health issues. It was ana amzing find when I was writing my character Belladonna Black from Shadows of Deception who is hypoglycemic. What an amazing source!

How to Cook in a Medieval Setting: by @alpaca-clouds Food is the best way to know a culture and this particular blog post is a trove of information for your fictional foodie set anywhere in this spectrum of time or a great find for a fictional setting! This post obviously gets a chefs kiss!

The Symbolism of Flowers by @novlr Yeah! Leopold knew what he was talkign about, every flower has a meaning and it is entirely possible to send some a bouquette that translates to 'Fuck You' btw it consists of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing. THE MORE YOU KNOW. This blog is also a fantastic source for writers.

Writing About Body Pain by @slayingfiction I just came across this gem of a blog and if you're one who likes to make your characters sufffer than look no further, also, how ya doing? You ok? Just checking. This blog is also a fantastic writing resource.

How to Accurately Describe Pain in Writing by @hayatheauthor kinda piggybacking off the previous source but nevertheless lets make sure we make these characters suffer realistically? I'm ok too, if you're wondering. This is another great blog that focuses on the aspect of being a writer.

How to Use Canva to Make Mood Boards by @saradika I did not know much about mood baords but I'm telling you they are a gaem changer! They bring a life to your story in a way that is just so stunning and saradika has been so lovely as to make this helpful guide! She's also a very talented writer and is quite the Star Wars Fan! GO check out her stories!

Researching as a Writer by @so-many-ocs Research is a tricky topid to delve into and sometime sit hard to know where to start, this blogger has been so kinda as to make a bit of a roadmap to help you narrow down what you need to research and how. Wonderful blog! Very helpful!

Resources for Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters by @thecaffeinebookwarrior THIS! This right here is a gem and the only reason I don't write these types fo characters is because I've never known how to do so respectfuly and realistically! Not a problem anymore! Also a wonderful artist!

How to Write and Research a Mental Illness another gem from @hayatheauthor again if you're going to wrote a character with a mental illness lets make sure we get it right!

@namesforwriters It's little but a wonderful source of unique names for your story! Including mythology and music themed names!

Nightmare Disorder vs Night Terrors by @redd956 Some great clarification from a blogger who is diagnosed! So happy I found this as I was wondering about the distinction myself for a little while!

Types of Gemstones by @blueboxbeagle and brought to my attention by @keffirinne

A General Cane Guide for Writers and Artists by @deoidesignand brought to my attention but @cripplecharacters I was so excited to find this fantastic little gem recently and I look forward to using it! I'm keeping an eye out for more material in portraying characters with disabilities and disorders maybe it'll get it's own post!

@cripplecharacters linking this amazing blogger if you are wanting to expand your characters and write them with disabilities or diaper fees, this is a wonderful source of how to do it and stay respectful!!

@writingwithcolor use that painters pallet and write diverse characters and when you’re not sure what or how to write something check this blog out! Such a wonderful source for all questions concerning ethnicity, race and diversity!

@writinglgbtq I was looking for this blog!!! Your source for all things concerning writing the LGBTQ community respectfully and believably! So happy to ah e found this!!

@macgyvermedical I have been looking for a blog like this for some time and I'm so happy to add it to my writing resources list as tehre are far too many great and helpful posts to pick just one. Check out this amazing blogger who offers medical beta reads and asks for fanficiton!

Make it Pretty! My own contribution to help make writing a bit prettier! ꧁��✶☾✶☽꧂ Enjoy!

Adding Page Breaks & Art to Your Stories Another of my own contributions for adding in nice clean page breaks to your stories as well as how to upload art to AO3, FFN and Wattled.

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[eatsbop]

@ihateroads-blog you speak the truth thank you

I need a Jiwoo 4 year old au where

Curtin is an exchange student who wants to learn under Jiwoo's mom that's why he joined the program

He's kinda stalker-ish

But not really, he really just wanted to learn from her. Um promise.

Kayden is also a student in the program

He notices Curtin's ~strange~ admiration for the professor

He decided to be nosy and annoying about it

It's not that hard he can just hog all of the professor's attention with his wit and genius

It was kinda hard, Curtin also has the wit and genius

This is getting annoying, because unlike him Curtin has good social skills and is liked by most people

He knows the truth though, Curtin's pretentious fake ass. Urgh his fake smile makes him gag

Why is he investing so much time on Curtin, oh my gosh get a hold of yourself

Bored, yeah bored <- trying to convince himself

He met little Jiwoo when he went to ask the professor about some class materials

He's adorable, he wanted to squeeze his cheeks and toss him to the ceiling to see if he'll make a squeaky sound

That's not toddler abuse or anything, he meant it in a cute way

Who is this kid even

Oh, he's the professor's kid

KID?! She has a kid?!

Um that's fine what's wrong with that, what's your name kid?

Jii u~~~~ his name is Jii uuuu. Cute. What are you doing all by your lonesome? Where's your mom?

Some adult called her. Okay, cool. Can I sit here and wait for her?

Sure, ahjussi. Um, but can you help me?

Erm, you don't need the bathroom.. or do you?

No, sir. Can you open these for me? I can't find any scissors and they ran out of the usual kind I buy.. these ones need scissors to open bummer

Cat snacks?

Apparently his mom would sometimes bring him to the university and he'll feed the cats around the campus while she does some work.

Wait, you can't just leave like that! Your mom will worry!

No, it's fine. I have my phone. Cue Jiwoo dangling the very obvious phone hanging around his neck

What am I stupid, oh yeah. Still! Should I come?

Kayden's wondering if it counts as parental neglect to leave a kid roaming around like that

Sudden self promise to become a responsible dad in the future

No, actually kid look what I got. Ta-da. Kayden actually carries cat snacks with him too.

Awful lots of cats around campus (probably because students keep feeding them)

Jiwoo's eyes are shining, they're the expensive kind!

Kayden very proud, they taste best

..how do you know, ahjussi?

A moment of silence.

I.. noticed the cats like them best

Oh.

A beautiful friendship has bloomed

They exchanged contacts so Kayden could send Jiwoo pictures of cats in campus and Jiwoo could send him pictures of cats around his preschool and neighborhood

One day Kayden received a call from Jiwoo

Hyung are you busy can you come pick me up from the infirmary

WHAT WHAT INFIRMARY

Oh I just fell and scratched my knee. A nice hyung helped me but he won't let me leave by myself and mommy's still in a meeting

I'll be there stat don't move!

The nice hyung is Curtin

This fucking creep seriously?! Even going as far as use Jiwoo to seduce his mom!!!! Curses CURSES

Curtin visibly shocked, how do you know this sleaze- I mean guy

Hey, did you just call me sleazeball. That's rich coming from you

Um, with all due respect everyone thinks you're a creep crushing on his professor.

PARDON?! ME?!

Curtin eyeroll of the century, don't think people miss your sickening fake polite voice whenever you're speaking to Professor Kang also how you'd slick your hair neatly and wear nice clothes ONLY for her class

Kayden wobbling, YOU'RE THE ONE CRUSHING ON THE PROFESSOR!!

Curtin scrunching up his nose, did you hit your head on the way here

BE FOR FUCKING REAL YOU'D EVEN BRING HER COFFEE IN THE MORNING

That's called networking, it's an essential life skill

You realize you sound really repulsive right now

Whatever, I think it's best if I wait until Professor Kang's meeting is over and bring Jiwoo to her myself

So from that day forth Kayden vowed to protect his and Jiwoo's friendship while Curtin vowed to protect the good professor's son from the vile influence of the weirdo Kayden

Kayden made sure he's at his most enthusiastic when he and Jiwoo are hanging out

Curtin made sure he's around whenever they do

Kayden's annoyed by Curtin always thirdwheeling

Curtin's annoyed by how much junk food Kayden feeds the kid, seriously

Jiwoo's glad he has two friends who plays with him and texts him and sends him funny cat pictures.. and friends he can always text when he's alone at home at night and he's feeling kinda scared of the dark (and friends who buys him so much snacks and cat themed toys and stuff)

He's so grateful to have such cool adult friends but he wishes they'd get along too

So he told them

And they promised they'd get along, what do you mean we don't get along aw you're imagining things we're best friends but okay we'll do better

Lies, laser eyes against each other

But you know, they really don't want to make Jiwoo uncomfortable.. why would you give a four year old stress the fuck..

And to watch for his health Kayden made sure to check the ingredients of the snacks he buys and cut back from giving the kid too much candy, he'd even go as far as consult Curtin if certain brands are fine (he's so fucking fussy with everything and knows too fucking much, he should be a nutritionist)

And Curtin would send pictures of the cat trinkets he'd find before buying them and ask Kayden first if it's cute enough because apparently his taste is too advanced for a four year old to understand (and he can't just stand Kayden's pitying looks when Jiwoo looks confused by his present)

That's all, but you know one text could lead to a reply and another reply and before they know it they're trading class notes or book recommendations or grabbing a meal together or a drink

Damn, he's spending too much time with Kayden he needs to back off people are starting to ask when they started to become friends

And damn he's spending too much time with Curtin but he's seriously so stupid and he kinda feels bad that Curtin could only show him his real ugly personality he must feel tired pretending too, right? Anyway

One day Kayden woke up from a text from Curtin telling him about a new pet store that just opened should they check it out before class? He immediately typed back a reply then got up to take a shower.

Jiwoo would be excited about new cat snacks.. and Curtin is kind of like a stray cat..

Um..

[yoo-jeongneon]

you were not in my plans.. | j.ww (teaser)

× minors/ageless/empty blogs dni. you will be blocked. ×

× main masterlist × pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader (afab for smut) genre: romance, comedy, drama warnings: best man!wonwoo, wedding planner!reader, jeongcheol are the fiancés, wonwoo is cheol's best man, past one night stand, (sort-of)strangers-to-lovers, awkward situations, romantic/sexual tension, smut/eventual smut, explicit language, more tba.. projected word count: 5k-10k, but could be more teaser word count: 806 drop me an ask/comment if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

× from cakes ruined at the last minute to entourage arguments at boutiques, being a wedding planner has been such an experience that you're quite literally prepared for anything at this point.. apart from finding out the best man for your new clients' wedding is the guy you had a one-night stand with six weeks ago. you weren't prepared for that. ×

A sweltering day at the height of summer. No cloud to be seen in the sky, it's the middle of the day, and the bag you're carrying may as well have clumps of lead in it.

For the first meeting with new clients, it's always pertinent to you to bring everything you feel is absolutely necessary. Magazines, portfolios, your laptop for research and the star of it all: your planner.

Old thing, it was. You've had it with you since you first started this career and somehow you hadn't filled it to its brim. With each new planning session you wept a shadow of a tear at the thought of needing to replace it, but today is not that day.

When you arrive at the house, you first take note of its exterior, then pull out your phone and whip straight to your emails just to make sure you have got the right address..

One check, brilliant. No need to amble around aimlessly.

Popping your phone back in your pocket, you readjust the stone on your shoulder before trudging up to the front door. A loud huff leaves your lips as you press the doorbell, then shift gears to a polite smile, ready to tackle the first of many meetings.

Within seconds the door opens. A man with blonde hair beams at the sight of you. "Ah! You must be the wedding planner!"

Your teeth gleam to challenge the sun as you extend your right hand, "That would be me! N, it's nice to meet you."

"Hi, N." He takes your hand and shakes it. "I'm Seungcheol." Seungcheol lets go then yells into the house, "Jeonghan! It's N, the wedding planner!"

"Oh! Give me one second," calls another man's voice. Immediately you register the names to make sure you don't forget them.

Seungcheol looks back at you. "Come in!" His smile grows and he steps to the side. You give him an appreciative nod and take one step into the house.

The scent of cooking wafts straight into your airspace and you catch a tiny glimpse of a man scurrying around in the kitchen. Seungcheol moves to stand beside you and says, "Oh! By the way, my best man is here."

This catches you by surprise, though it's not entirely uncommon. You have had clients in the past have their friends and relatives sit with them during meetings.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's in the living ro- Oh, there he is."

Seungcheol gestures vaguely past your shoulder and you pivot.

In the doorway to the living room, a man with dark, tousled hair, wearing a simple, casual outfit with a pair of glasses, stands with his shoulder pressed against the frame. At that moment, Jeonghan calls for Seungcheol, and Seungcheol is gone in a flash.

The second you lock eyes, something feels off.

The best man stares at you for an incomprehensible amount of time, to the point you cock a brow and defensively say, "Can I help you?" It's not exactly the best foot forward to make enemies right out the gate, but this man's eyes are a little too fixed on your person for your liking..

When the words leave your lips, he becomes a ghost. He averts his gaze and looks directly at the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets and gnawing at his lip. "S- Sorry." There's something else he wants to say but just won't.

For some reason, it's bothering you.

But not just that.. he's bothering you.

Not really because he stared at you - though that was rather uncomfortable - no, there's something else.

You look askance and delicately place your bag on the floor. This is now starting to eat away at you and you don't understand where this has come from.

Taking a chance to look at him again, you start trying to place what exactly it is that is so.. bizarre about this meeting.

It's almost as if you've met before.

Before you can fit the puzzle together, the fiancés leave the kitchen; Jeonghan greets you, elated to finally get started with the planning. He notices the man in the doorway and makes a gentle, playful quip about it.

"Oh, I see you've met the best man," he giggles.

"N- Not exactly.." you fumble to say, which in and of itself is incredibly ridiculous.

The best man steps forward and makes himself known. You give him his full attention, and trip at the sight of his outstretched hand.

"Hi. I'm Wonwoo."

His tone is polite, neutral and almost suave. A hint of a smile clips through the corners of his mouth and it's then that it finally clicks.

Two tequila shots. Dancing. A bed. His voice.

When you take his hand, lightning strikes on his face.

"Hi. I'm N."

Familiarity, with a fresh side of what the absolute fuck.

× yoo-jeongneon ×

[weaselbeaselpants]

I'm not surprised. Just sick. cw: involves current politics

--Referring to Lorch's old comments abt how Palestine and Israel should 'fight to the death' and how she doesn't care about the conflict because it's been 'going on for a decade now'. ---

Everyone on the planet has been watching it unfold for (WELL MORE THAN) a decade. A great deal of us are only just now learning why it's as serious as it is which is also why people are horrified and trying to combat it now in the only ways we can. Why many of us are trying are very hardest to make sure we say and do the right things. Some of us don't like being called antisemitic for calling what Israel is doing wrong, espec not those of us who are Jewish themselves >> some of us aren't comfortable saying ''yeah literally every Israeli person ever is inherently evil and should leave the place they were born in it's easy :D'' and then get told we don't care about Palestine at all or enough. Some of us are making mistakes; like Susan Sarandon saying 'Jewish people don't know what it's like to suffer' to thinking Andrew Tate is an ally for saying he hates Israel (yes rlly). It's bad. It's not fun. Not 'being a victim of an active genocide and told you and your family are inherent scammer bots'-bad; not 'being called just evil as the group in history who genocided your grandparents'-bad, but bad.

I bring it up so much because I think it's so relevant to this conversation: the first thing I saw that outright said "Israel's not all it cracks up to be; they're committing a genocide" was Waltz with Bashir, an Israeli movie. I don't think Ari Foleman is even as critical as Eli Valley ftr, but that he and the soldiers he interviewed were willing to say that at all is what got me invested in this cause. Then it was little things one after another, like how I seriously didn't know 1980s Iran even had cars because, despite disagreeing with Bush all these years, I still believed his and modern American propaganda about how backwards the middle east is.

I wasn't even trying. I just googled and watched a movie and did some thinking on myself. I don't think I really started trying until 2023 when I joined the boycott.

How hard is it to care? How hard is it to have even the slightest bit of empathy?

And once again, Lorch, I'd rather you of ALL PEOPLE not do this while lecturing us Americans on how we should have voted and how that means we care or not about Gaza. One of the pro-Palestinian bloggers I follow hates Harris and I know def didn't vote for the dems. They're as passionate about Palestine as they are because they are an anti-colonization blog. Very VERY nice of you to assert this person, who's done more for this cause than you ever have, is a 'loafer' and 'lazy'. Very nice.

I guess that makes sense when just a couple years ago, I caught you [Lily] reblogging said person's post about blood-quantum. Their post was about the way blood-quantum is colonizer's standard for how native/non-native ppl judge each other. How it shouldn't matter compared to doing things for your community. I know the reason you reblogged this person's post, Lily. Must have been good to reblog that to affirm you're legit and then do nothing else for anyone ever.

I'm sure someone already knows the blogger I'm talking about and the post of theirs Lily's appropriated reblogged. (It's NOT Heritageposts) I GENUINELY don't want to @ them anything about Lily Orchard because they have been unfairly banned AND are dealing with chronic illness on top of all their protesting. They don't need more pain. They're the person who got me really into 'this' and is why my eyes are opened now and can never look back. They're the person who introduced me to the world of antizionists (and so also Jewish antizionists who are truly having to shift through the most asinine shit said abt their religion and their cause rn). The person who told me to make my own decisions for me and that taking a job with a company with opposing views did not make me any less of an ally to Palestine or indigenous rights.

They're the person you're saying 'didn't care', Lily.

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

With the Harry Potter debate I do want to point out that a lot of the Harry Potter fans out there have gone so crazy over it that they were the ones that ruined the fandom. Most fans can distance themselves from hateful author view but in this case that didn’t happen. I have seen trans people called transphobic over liking Harry Potter. I meet people who hate her views who avoid admitting they like the books because of how crazy people go over mentioning it. For many people that book was a big part of their childhood and now you get shamed for liking it.

Banning it from being in things like this fuels that toxic environment and honestly I think the people who go out of their way to attack and get rid of Harry Potter stuff do just as much to create harmful toxic environments.

(Note: this is coming from a bigender person who has had this discussion with other trans and non binary people who have agreed)

+ Hey this is the anon who just sent the hp thing I just realized it probably sounded harsh sorry. You don’t need to publicly answer it I just wanted to get some stuff out there because I’ve had a lot of issues with this in the past. Sorry for the angry sounding ask

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i'll put my thoughts under the cut cuz it's long. my half asleep rambling

This doesn't have much to do with my blog, but I agree that harassing people over liking things created by bigoted authors isn't the way to go about it. There were big scandals when hogwarts legacy released over streamers crying on camera and whatnot because they were called transphobic. While I think it's stupidly easy to not send Rowling money for anything, me harassing others over it doesn't help my community.

People, especially on the internet, also like to focus on the smaller, more easily manageable issues. Instead of fighting conversion therapy, rights in politics, legalization, extend the life expectancy etc, we like to focus on smaller tasks like getting one person to stop buying the books. Because it's one of the only things we're able to do in our situation. So I think that there are way bigger issues that should be tackled, but I understand how intimidating those issues are.

Even though it's not a huge deal that one person pays money for a book, it's also important to remember that a small amount makes a large difference even in things like this, because Rowling invests part of her money into transphobic means. But from my understanding, a lot of Harry Potter fans stay in their own fandom circles and don't buy official products.

Harry Potter will stay banned on this blog because it makes people here more comfortable, but also to not bring attention to her works, and it probably also serves as a reminder that you should question the media you consume. There are ways to go about it, like my first and only hp poll, I don't feel like my blog is a toxic environment for hp fans because it hasn't even been brought up on here for a long time. And I also don't think that people should feel oppressed for liking the series.

I think that's all, but yeah I don't have anything against lgbt+ and ally harry potter fans and wish them no harm, but it will stay banned on this blog.

[icycoldninja]

Hey, love your DMC fanfics, can I request DMC5 Dante with sweet and kind s/o in her twenties, meeting fem reader parents who are really strict, conservative and lil abusive especially the reader's mother. They have weird ideas of purity for women and are very patriarchal.

Hello, hope you're well. Thank you very much, I am more than honored that you enjoy my writing. I am afraid to say that I have chosen to omit several aspects of your request as I wish for this blog and all material posted on it to remain free from political and social reform-related biases. In order to preserve the intended mood of the piece, I have replaced the aforementioned omitted material with synonymous themes, as needed. I understand that this may be disappointing to you, and for that, I apologize. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and that you have a fruitful and productive day. Thank you for your patience and leniency.

Terrible idea (DMC5! Dante x Fem!Abused!Reader)

TW: Controlling parents, violence, and implications of physical abuse incoming; if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI.

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You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm as you stared out the car window, absently watching the blurred scenery rush by. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your hands felt clammy; you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

For context, today was the day Dante had agreed to meet your your parents. Normally, this would be a joyous occasion, but in this case, it was terrifying because your parents were less than pleasant, to say the least. They hated the idea of you leaving their (abusive) household so much, they did everything they could to make your relationships--be they friendships or otherwise--crumble. At first, they'd attempted to keep you isolated, but now you had a job, and therefore, your own house, which was conveniently far, far away from theirs, so there was nothing they could do. Their only remaining tactic was to embarrass you and insult anyone you brought to see them until your guest left, either in disgust or awkwardness. The only reason Dante lasted as long as he did was because he'd never met them--you'd kept their existence a secret from him and his existence from them up until this point.

You hadn't wanted to bring Dante to meet them, but he'd insisted. Because his parents weren't alive anymore, he was unable to introduce you to them; to make up for it, he'd meet your parents instead. You never told him how horrible your folks were, however, and were seriously regretting it now, but he was so excited--you just couldn't burst his bubble like that. Maybe, hopefully, things would go well today.

"Hey, babe, you OK?" Dante asked, briefly glancing in your direction.

"Yeah," You sighed, turning and smiling at him.

"You sure? You don't sound ok."

"I...I'm fine, don't worry."

"Ok...well...we're almost there, according to the GPS."

You nodded, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not really sure what to say. You honestly didnt want to be going to your parents' house; Dante didn't need to get involved in your family issues any more than he needed to.

"Come on, I see that frown. You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong," You responded, forcing another smile. "I'm fine." Dante would have pursued the conversation, but there was a sharp turn coming up that he needed to focus on. Once he rounded the curve, you spotted the a building in the distance; a familiar building that you recognized as your parents house; the building that had never been your home.

"This your folks' place?" Dante asked, and when you nodded, a big grin broke out on his face. It was clear he was excited to meet those who had "raised" you. It was a shame he had no idea how awful they truly were. "Alright," He exclaimed, grinning, "Let's go meet the people that raised my angel!" He flung the car door open and bounded out out it, with you slowly following suit. Poor Dante. He had no idea what waited for him there, and it was all because of your weakness. Now that you were literally on the threshold of hell itself, you felt so upset with yourself for not warning him earlier; for being so selfish and keeping the truth a secret from him. You were sure that after today, he wouldn't want to be with you anymore, and so, you decided to simply accept your fate and get on with it; maybe the day would pass by quicker if you pretended to enjoy it.

Your anxiety and fear reaching its peak, you rung the doorbell and waited for the door to swing open; waited to be greeted with the frowning faces of those horrible monsters you couldn't believe you called your parents.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you were met with your mother, a scowl plastered across her wrinkling face.

"Y/N," She greeted, stiffly, prompting you to force a smile.

"Good afternoon, mother." Your mother then turned her attention to Dante and narrowed her eyes at him.

"And who's this?"

"My...umm....my..." You words died in your throat; your mother's scrutinizing gaze silencing you. You sighed, folding your arms and averting your gaze. Thinking you were just too excited to function properly, Dante eagerly piped up and finished your sentence.

"I'm her man, name's Dante, nice to meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, expecting your mother to shake it, but she did no such thing.

"What? A boyfriend? Are you crazy? We told you never to get a boyfriend--you don't deserve one! " She yelled, her piercing, fiery gaze directed on you. "Answer me, girl, what were you thinking?!" You couldn't. You felt like there was a burning lump in your throat, preventing you from speaking. If you did, you were sure you would cry. You knew this was a bad idea. What were you thinking indeed, coming here and bringing Dante with you? Clearly angry at your lack of a response, your mother crossed over to you and slapped you across the face. "What has gotten into you, child? How dare you disobey us and bring this filthy troll to our doorstep?! How dare you?!" Suddenly, your mother seized you by the arm and began beating you with her bony, yet painful fists; his vise-like grip keeping you in place even though you screamed in pain and tried to get away.

"Stop it, let go of her!" Shouted Dante, forcing your mother away and standing between the two of you. You sobbed, clinging onto his arm as you desperately tried to wipe away your tears.

"Get out of my way, you have no right to stand between me and my daughter!"

"She ain't your daughter if you hit her like that--the hell you thinking?! What was that even for?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless loser," Retorted your mother, spitefully. "You have no right telling me how to parent my child.

"She's not your child if you treat her like this," Dante said, coldly. "Come on, babe, let's get outta here." He wrapped his arm around you and tried to guide you away, but you remained still.

"I'm sorry, Dante," You said, still crying. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'm so, so sorry--I should have told you about them sooner."

"And what's that supposed to mean, young lady?!" Demanded your father, striding into view in his usual stained shirt. "And who the fuck is this?"

"Her boyfriend," Growled your mother, turning her nose up in disgust. "A bad influence, too." Your father grunted, roughly grabbing your wrist and jerking you towards the house.

"That's easily taken care of. Get outta here, loser, you'll never see my daughter again." You turned and looked at the angry expression on Dante's face, wishing you had the strength to stand up for yourself and break free. Unfortunately, you didn't; you were too afraid to do anything. You could only watch as your horrible parents dragged you inside their house of horrors and slammed the doors in your boyfriend's face.

Once again, you found yourself questioning your thought processes that led you to set foot within a 40 mile radius of your parents' lair.

You knew it; you felt it in your bones and your gut, but you did it anyway.

You were such an idiot.

This really was a terrible idea.

[variousqueerthings]

You like Doctor Who AND Black Sails???? Absolutely chef kiss, cannot believe we share a brain

yeah, I did for a hot second have a separate blog for Black Sails because I actually made this one to be specifically not fandom-related (3 years on and... well.....) so I'm slowly bringing my black sails posting over here instead, fuckit!

thing about Black Sails for me is that on the whole I find it such a perfectly constructed bit of storytelling, with critique that has already been formulated better by other people, that I never know quite what to say about it that hasn't been said, youknow?

it's the show that I've watched that has felt the most like reading a book, with every season leading into one another and the themes introduced in s1 wrapping up in s4, and every piece interacting with one another, and you have to trust that the questions and thematic concepts raised at the beginning have real weight and will go places, which in this day and age of TV is a big ask, because most of the time a TV show has to work one season at a time/doesn't plan that far ahead, lest it get cancelled and/or stretches into depressing perpetuity

(or it's Doctor Who of course, which is just its own monster/mythology at this point, moreso than perhaps any other show, I'd say including Star Trek perhaps...)

but yeah, Black Sails. that's a journey that really matters, you get to the end and you've been holding your breath since probably s2, and you're realising that this is something that TV can do -- I think other shows that have manage the closest (for me) have been miniseries like Chernobyl or Pride & Prejudice and the like, because they've had that clear knowledge that this is the episodes they have, this is where it starts and ends, these are the ways everything talks with one another (Chernobyl and Black Sails especially have in common that the ending makes one want to go back to the beginning, because it's a realisation of OH THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING FROM DAY ONE!), but I've not seen it as strongly or as well-constructed (or... finished for that matter) in anything that had multiple seasons like this

+ youknow. multiple polyamorous relationships in different structures, multiple ways of discussing connection and love none of which are more important than the other for being a specific kind, multiple deconstructions of masculinity in popular mythology (pirates), banging sea battles and sword fights, plot moments that take your breath away, political commentary that makes you punch the air, and bits that have you going "OH I READ THIS BIT IN TREASURE ISLAND!!!" (but also you don't need to have read treasure island to watch it... potentially OH YEAH THIS GUY WAS A CYBORG IN TREASURE PLANET 😂)

Black Sails is kind of special. Truly one of a kind

EDIT: ALSO WANTED TO SAY HELL YEAH HIGH FIVE FOR BLACK SAILS AND DOCTOR WHO!

[obsoleteozymandias]

HIIII is it okay if i ask for a twst matchup? im a big fan of ur blog!! :3

so a bit about me, im a she/her but honestly i don't mind any pronouns, my gender expression is all over the place and i like experimenting a lot!

im an optimistic and sensitive person and i always try my best to be kind, polite and friendly towards everyone. being all happy and sunshine-y comes naturally to me 😼 i can be a bit moody due to my social anxiety but i try really hard to just be myself and do whatever i want, regardless of what other people might think of me😇😇

im creative and curious and i like having fun!!! my friends often describe me as weird, but like in a good way, as if im some strange whimsical creature. im super artsy and express my weird style proudly, both in the way i dress and how i present myself ‼️‼️‼️ i know physical appearance probably doesn't matter, but for a long while ive had a buzz cut despite being very feminine otherwise :3 fun times. nowadays im trying to grow a mullet

hobbieees. oh i have many. overall i enjoy anything crafty that requires using my hands, so i spend my free time drawing, building stuff, playing instruments, sewing clothes or plushies. i like to study, both for school and to satiate my personal curiosity on random topics :Dddd i also really like the outdoors and often explore new local and even far away places just for the fun of it ✌️ i constantly try new things and activities and just try to live my life to the fullest

i like nature, art, animals, bugs. iam a huge bug lover. the stranger the bug the better 🙏💞 i like learning new things, i like space, horror movies, sweet food, music, mangos, flowers, funky earrings. i like a lot of things.... on the other hand there's not much things i dislike, except for the usual like.... idk bad people, hate, drama. but yeah everyone dislikes that. specific things that i don't like however are getting yelled at, being babied/underestimated and having to deal with ppl who are way too pessimistic. it can be exhausting!!

there aren't any characters i wouldn't want to be matched up with, but my favs are floyd, malleus, jack and sebek if that helps! 🥳

ok this was really long 💔 thank u for reading it all!!! hope u have a great day!!! 💫

My first fan! Your reward: the satisfaction of knowing I’m twisting my hair and kicking my feet and giggling while I read this. Also, apologies for the delay.

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Lilia Vanrouge 

Pre-relationship:

Lilia is glad to have another sunshine-y person around such a dour school. You two are fast friends, and he wonders if you wouldn’t be better suited to RSA what with your kindness and positivity. 

Regardless, he’s glad to have made such a lovely friend. 

He’s your number one fan when it comes to embracing your hobbies or weirdness. He does the same, and so the two of you spend a lot of time talking about your passions and exploring new things together. 

He buys you strange clothes and trinkets all the time, like a crow collecting shiny things. Some of the stuff he brings you is truly strange, and you’re not sure how he got his hands on it…but it’s the thought that counts, right? 

He will 100% want you involved in the pop music club, whether that’s playing an instrument or making posters. He just likes having you around whenever he can; you’re like a ray of sun to him. 

Confession: 

Lilia denied his feelings for you at first. He knew that his history was violent and much longer than yours, and he felt that he could never expose you to that part of himself. 

But one way or another, you find out, and when you accept and embrace him, I imagine he feels such love and affection for you that he almost confesses right there and then. 

He takes his time to plan the confession: taking you on a trip to see something cool, and then asking at just the right moment, like the romantic he is. 

Relationship:

Lilia would want to take you to see the world with him. You two would spend all vacations in different countries and cities, taking in the world and spending all of your time together. 

Some dates are just the two of you staying home and learning together, though. If one of you sees something they’re interested in, the whole evening can be spent learning about it side by side, exchanging kisses between paragraphs and documentaries. 

The best part of the relationship is that you and Lilia push eachother to experience new things, whether that be you showing him creepy bugs, or him taking you skydiving. 

You two never fail to bring out the best in one another, and have so much fun along the way.