#ANYWAYS. i'll reach out to people about plots and stuff when i can but if i'm slow to respond/reach out to you then

[ripgray-moved]

bhjdkfjd— just a tiny heads up that i'm mostly mobile-bound for now because of uhhhh physical pain lol. i'll be back to making starters and messaging people about them when my body chills the fuck out!!!

[illbegottenfaith]

hey!! i loved ur handwritten fic with the notes it was absolutely amazing, do u think u could make a pt 2 of that or just another fic with that format? thank u!! <3

handwritten pt 2 - theo nott x reader

yours and theo's story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - thank you so much for this lovely!! it gave me the motivation I needed to clean up the dribs and drabs I had drafted out so here it is <3 I have plans/ideas for future chapters too (similar format but might not be restricted to just notes 👀) but I'm not sure how long of a series it'll actually end up being. enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a little more angst than the last chapter, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.9k

Saturday, 9.48 pm, The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade

You okay?

Yeah, why?

You’re awfully quiet. And you’ve been staring into your empty butterbeer for the past ten minutes, so either it was terrible or you’re plotting something.

Ha-ha.

You hate this, don’t you?

They’re just not the kind of people I hang out with.

Let’s get out of here.

Are you kidding? This party is for you, Theo.

Look at them. They’re drunk off their tits. No one’s going to mind.

No, stay. I might call it a night soon, though.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Don't worry about me, I’m just not used to hanging out with these kinds of people.

What kind?

I don’t know. Quidditch players. Hooligans. It’s not really my scene.

I didn’t know you felt that way.

I didn’t want to spoil your night.

Listen, it’s getting late. I should probably head back.

Okay. Get your coat, I'll settle the bill.

No, it’s fine, I can pay for my drink. Besides, you should stay.

At least let me walk you back.

Stay. I mean it.

Fine, but I’m paying for your drink. And before you say anything, it’s one lousy butterbeer. Consider it compensation for ruining your evening.

You didn’t ruin my evening. I liked the part when we walked here together. I don’t mind this too much either - scribbling on napkins.

Let me walk you back. Please.

Saturday, 10.19 pm, Ravenclaw Dormitories, Hogwarts

What's with the notebook?

Sorry, Ivan's finally passed out and I don't want to wake him. He hasn't been able to sleep all week, can you imagine? It's that stupid Herbology project - y'know, the one that Katie's been simmering those mandrakes for - I swear, he's so tense in the shoulders. I finally got him to nod off after dinner and it just seems cruel to wake him up and make him go allll the way down to his dorm :(

Fine, but Merlin help you when Katie wakes up and finds him still here. I still can't wrap my head around how much he lets you baby him. He's a Slytherin, for God's sake.

Please, he knew what he was getting himself into. If anything, I think the babying might have been a motivating factor. Anyway, how was the party?

Okay, I think. I kissed him. On the cheek.

YOU'RE going to wake Ivan. Have some goddamn self-control.

OH I KNEW ITTT I knew it the moment he walked into Charms class and you looked up and your eyes met and you lost your tongue and when you looked back he had that shy sort of smile I just KNEW he was going to be so good for you. Because he is, Y/N. He might be the best thing that's happened to you.

Gosh, relax. It's not like it meant anything. What's a little friendly peck between friends here and there? I just did it so he wouldn't follow me back to the castle like a lost puppy. Besides, he's not that perfect.

A real human being with real human flaws? You don't say.

It's hard to explain. He's only being this nice because he knows what he's done.

What has he done?

Some pretty hard-to-forgive stuff. I don't want to get into it right now.

Have you?

Have I what?

Forgiven him.

I don't know. I mean, I see him trying to reach out, but every time, even now, with the party - something stops me from...fully connecting. Something holds me back.

I don't think I have.

Monday, 9.13 am, Charms

Did you get back alright?

Yup.

I wanted to come check, but the guys...

I told you they weren't going to let their guest of honour run off. So how was the rest of the night?

Middling. They started up a game of strip poker when we got back.

Oh.

Allegedly, normal poker was too ordinary for a night as special as that.

You're kidding, right?

Oh my fucking god, you gamble??

Who said the poker had anything to do with gambling?

So you don’t gamble?

I didn’t say that.

Theo.

OUCH enough with the pinching! I've already had ten years too many of it.

I can't help that it's the only way to get you to behave.

I don’t see what the problem is. It’s my money to use as I see fit. Plus, I'm very careful about the people I play with. Merlin knows we have too much anyway.

Unbelievable. Gambling, really? Why not just drop out of Hogwarts and live slot machine to slot machine, huh? Why don't you just set up shop at some casino in Las Vegas?

I'm very confused. Do you want to go to Vegas?

You have the attention span of a fruit fly.

Because that's not a half-bad idea. We could make a whole trip out of it over the summer.

Your friends need to introduce you to more legal forms of recreation. What are you doing Wednesday night?

Nothing yet.

Good. I'm teaching you Exploding Snap.

Isn't that a kid's game?

FUCK I'm SORRY but DO NOT pinch me in the same place twice.

Oh, quit whining. You'll live.

Barely. If you keep this up, I'm going to start sitting far far away from you and those PINCERS you call fingers.

Wednesday, 1.02 pm, Potions

I ran into Katie on the way here and Merlin, she was in hysterics. I'm out of the room for one night and I miss you making out with Loverboy in our dorm??? Geez, at least put a sock on the door.

We were not making out!!! Katie just walked in at an unfortunate time.

Uh-huh.

Look, he was the one who showed up at the window on his broom, drunk out of his mind.

Drunk??

I know! What was he thinking, risking his neck all the way up there at the Ravenclaw dorms?? It was like he didn't even notice too. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but then I opened the window and nope, that was him, and then I screamed and he nearly fell off his broom so I hauled him inside. He practically faceplanted on the floor. I was terrified - I thought he was poisoned or something, but then I tried to prop him up and he had this dopey look on his face and he reeked of firewhiskey. Ugh, it was so annoying. I don’t want to talk about it.

You know what he said to me? After all that?

I thought you didn’t want to talk about this?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Uh-oh. Like a goddamn Looney Tunes character.

Looney Tunes?

Never mind. He was all ‘uh-oh, you’re mad at me’ while I was trying to get him to drink some coffee and I was like yeah, no shit, you look like you’re seconds away from puking all over my dorm. And then he started…he started talking about the party, and me leaving, and how sorry he was he brought me in the first place.

Aww.

I know, right? I felt like crap. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal to him.

Of course it was a big deal. That was him introducing you to his new friends.

Exactly, new friends. What does he want with me?

Y/N, are you daft? Do you not see the way he looks at you? He so clearly cares what you think about his friends.

What on earth are you talking about?

Ivan's on the team so they hang out together sometimes and he says Theo's a lot different around you. He doesn't swear as much, he drops his voice a little and he's extra attentive. Hell, he nearly got into a fight with some dunce in our year over the way that guy was talking about you. Y/N, he obviously cares about you so, so much. Please tell me you didn’t say anything too harsh.

I called the whole lot of them hooligans.

NOOOOO

But t's true!! Have you seen their matches? How they don't rip each other to shreds is beyond me. But I didn't mean that he was like that. Theo could never be like them. He'd play a good, fair, clean game.

Yeah. Sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

You haven't watched a single one of his practices, have you?

No. Should I?

Never mind. What happened next?

That's when things started going downhill. He started trying to remove his shirt because it was so hot from Katie’s blasted simmering pot of mandrakes. I was trying to stop him, only he wasn’t listening, and apparently he gets rather clingy and touchy when he’s, y’know, tipsy, and then…Katie walked in.

Damn.

Of course that's when he decides to sober up, so I look like an idiot while everyone in the room - yes! even him!!! - wants to know what I’m doing in his lap. He was sooooo polite too, as if he hadn’t just rudely breaking-and-entering’d his way into my room. ‘Oh, hello, Y/N. What a tastefully decorated room you have, Y/N. Is there a reason we’re sitting so close, Y/N?’ As if I want to be sitting in his lap!

Right.

Because I don’t.

Okay.

‘Cause that would be so weird.

Mhm.

Like…ew.

Okay, okay. I get it. I believe you.

He wouldn’t even let me get up or anything. Just kept talking to Katie about the weather with his hand on my thigh, casual as ever. I swear, if that teammate of his - what's his name, Mattheo? - hadn't come looking for him, I don't know how I would have gotten him down to his dorm.

What a thriller of a story, from start to finish.

Yeah, well, I could do it with a little less thrill in my life.

Aw, I think it was sweet. That disaster of a party was clearly eating at him.

Yeah. I mean, we're friends. It should bother him if I've had a shitty night, right? But also...we're just friends.

For the record, you're a different person around him too.

Psh. Yeah right.

Different how?

Ivyyyy

Thursday, 3.07 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How’s your hand?

Doing very badly, thank you very much.

I have to say, I didn’t take you to be this sore of a loser.

My fingertips have been singed off. Forgive me if I seem a little sulky.

Aww. Was the kid's game a little too hard for the big, manly, Quidditch player?

You tricked me. You didn't even tell me all of the rules before we started playing.

Oh, come on. You knew enough to play.

But not to win!

Yes, well, I wasn't about to hand you a victory on a silver platter. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be clever, or something. Maybe you're the 'something.'

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing after next week's chess match.

Does it hurt a lot? Your fingers?

For a lesser man? Perhaps. I think I'm dealing with the pain quite well, actually.

So if we didn't have class, you'd be -?

Writhing on the floor of my dorm.

Ah, I see. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

Promises, promises.

But you still had fun, didn’t you?

It is quite the adrenaline rush.

I knew it.

Alas, my fingertips…

Oh, sod off. You always were the biggest drama queen.

[holorform2009]

Ok. I've been reading yandere DC x reader stuff and all.

They all have their own unique way of writing and the plots too. But have you ever thought of making the reader a sprunki like?

I've seen others make reader a mermaid, animal/shape shifter, robin, a villain, and etc. But I have never seen someone make reader a sprunki, I know the sprunki just came out a days ago but like.

What I'm trying to say is

What if reader has a Music syndrome? (I made this up, this syndrome does not exist.)

Music syndrome is a person who only speaks music or sound to communicate people or express their feeling or wanted to talk. And of course, this syndrome has no cure. But anyways, if reader has a Music syndrome, they can only let out a noise of what it sounds like a music. Just a single tone. I image reader as brud in sprunki, and I would like to imagine how the DC characters interact reader who speaks music. Their confused expression as to what the reader is trying to say to them.

They tried to understand you but failed to do so, and I also wanted to add a bit of spice here. Since there is a horror version of brud, why not make music syndrome!reader have a trauma ✨

Reader does not like black top hat and it will trigger them, because it reminded them of what he did to their friends, especially wenda— *cough cough* Anyways! And I wanted to imagine the face of every DC characters to reader's head that got bitted by Simon and how shocked they are when they found out you have the tiniest brain that the bite could not reach it and you manage to survive Simon's bite. Walking around like that will give them a fright because you look like a zombie.

How did reader end up in the DC ? Well I want to image a scenario where reader escapes the bloody chaos, managed to escape wenda's wrath and also Black. They see a light grey door, they opened it and poof! They are now in the DC universe!

You are so confused when you enter this universe, when you looked down to yourself you have an arms and a digits. What is this you thought. You take a look around your surroundings and noticed you are not in that hellhole anymore, no more Simon eating what's left of you, no more Wenda stabbing you, and black... You shake your head. You do not want to remember that mean guy.

As you explore this unfamiliar world, you heard what it sounds like a murmur, the tone sounded worried. You looked at the source of sound, wondering who was looking at you. I mean. You head a fricking huge bite mark on your head, who wouldn't be worried about that? Furthermore, who wouldn't be surprised that the fact your still alive from that large wound? You have a smallest, tiniest brain of course.

"yo buddy"

You stopped, and turned around to see a man with black suit and a blue logo on his chest. "You need a medical attention there little guy!" When you blinked, you were snatched into his hold and held you up like Mufasa in the lion king. Startled by his sudden actions, you let out a noise of surprise but to him, he heard you sang.

"🎶🎵🎵🎶🎶🎵!"

So yeah, that's how you met Nightwing.

You are now at the hospital, your big ass bite mark is wrapped up in a pure white cloth. To be honest you didn't fell any pain from the biting or stabbing but it hurts to see your friend hurting you.

A tall lady approached you, gently rubbing circles on your back as she spoke to you "Where are your parents, little one?" What

What's a parent?

"🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶?" You sang. The nurse was left dumfounded at your response, not sure how to reply to that but she only said "Okay..." definitely did not understand what you said right there. "Do you feel any pain or anything that makes you uncomfortable? Just nod if yes and shake if no"

You shake your head no.

"Okay, I'll ask the doctor if you are ready to go"

With that she left, leaving you there. Sitting on the bed as you wonder what are you going to do now since you escaped from hell.

And that's how you end up here.

[httpknjoon]

proof, they say | ksj

plot | Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.

words | 2.2k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. this "thread" is briefly mentioned in lie detector test. I was second-guessing if I should post this for a while. now, I am posting it before the finale! I have more proofs but I chose not to put it here anymore! if you want to read more proofs, send me an ask and I'll gladly reply with it. enjoy reading!

main masterlist | drabble series

Sometime in 2021, Twitter user @/bluemoon04 posted a thread of tweets, which later became one of the most essential posts in the YN-JIN fandom. It was published just weeks later after Jin’s Lie Detector Test video from Vanity Fair and it gets an update every time someone gets more proof of The A-Listers’ real relationship.

As of December 2022, the thread has almost eighty-nine thousand likes and thirty thousand and four hundred plus retweets and requotes. The proofs posted can be hit or miss. But user bluemoon04 shares it anyway and lets the others share their thoughts about it. Others can also submit their own proofs to the account through direct message.

Proof no. 1: [THAT TUMBLR POST IN JANUARY 2019]

behind the scenes...

A twenty-second video was posted on Tumblr sometime in the last quarter of 2019 by a newly-made account. The post only had three tags: #YN, #JIN, and #YNJIN. The algorithm worked and published the video in everyone’s feed. It received a thousand notes by the twenty-four-hour mark. It also reached other social media sites. Mostly, Twitter.

Fans— even the local audience is in awe after watching the video. What’s in it? You might wonder.

It’s just you and Jin sitting on a bench under a light post on a dark night in a lakeside park. It was seemingly taken during the production of Maybe Yes, Maybe No. It was a crowded place with the crew and staff members walking around to do their job while the actors wait on the side.  Amidst the busy background, you and Jin can be seen enjoying ice cream on cones as you chat, inaudibly.

It looked like you two were busy in your own world while the crew members carry stuff around the set. Jin said something that made you laugh hard.

“God! That was terrible!” you told him before laughing at whatever Jin said.

“You loved it!” he replied.

Those were the only audible dialogue from the clip. You two continued talking as you eat the cold treat. And based on everyone who saw the video, Jin can melt– not just the ice cream– but also you with how he stared at you intently while you tell your story. You then paused when you felt the weight of his stare, your eyebrows raised. He chuckled, shaking his head, before wiping the ice cream on the corner of your lips with his thumb. The video ended when a crew member walked up to you two.

Proof no. 2: [JIN SIGHTINGS IN LESS LIKELY PLACES pt. 1]

@/multifan0303: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD MY MOM JUST SENT ME THIS 

The tweet was originally posted in January 2020. The first picture was Jin’s signature on a piece of paper. For the second and last one, there’s a picture of the original poster’s mom with the actor. It’s not new for Jin to take pictures with fans he is out in public. But what made the whole fandom crazy about it is it was taken in a pet store and he was holding a basket full of cat food and supplies.

replying to @/multifan0303

- @/multifan0303: my mom doesn’t know who he is. but she saw her other customer that time asking for a picture with him so she asked for a picture and autograph too HDJSKLJFKDSLGKLJFDS

– @/greenpr4da: look at that basket

— @/v3rsaceyn: and you’re telling me jin hates cats????

—- @/franchiecat: he doesn’t even have a cat 😭

Proof no. 3 [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 1]

During the first lockdown during the pandemic in 2020, everyone began suspecting about you and Jin living together in a house in Connecticut. With a lot of free time, the media managed to find a real estate posted online located in the said state that apparently looked like the house you were rumored to be living together in.

con mi hija 🌸

You captioned it in one of your Instagram posts in 2020. It was a selfie of you with Francheskat in your backyard. The picture was focused on your pet and only half of your face can be seen. A wall from your house can also be seen, showing that your home does have a stone exterior. Since you are more active on social media than Jin, your eagle-eyed fans also spotted in a different picture that you also have the identical Victorian lamp that the actor had behind him during a virtual interview.

“Just tell us are you and Y/N living together?!” Donny asked jokingly during an online fundraiser event with you, Jin, and other friends.

Jin shakes his head, laughing, “We’re not.”

“We do!” you huffed dramatically. “No one told me this man doesn’t know how to wash his laundry!”

Other participants laughed at your exaggerated and sarcastic tone. That was the first time you two acknowledged the gossip publicly and it was definitely not the last. You acknowledged it again when you greeted him on his birthday.

Proof no. 4: [BUB]

Both supporters and the press caught on Jin slipping his endearment for you during events with you back in 2021. Fans made video compilations and listed down the times your co-actor called you ‘bub’ on numerous occasions. Sometimes it was hushed, sometimes it felt like it just slipped from his lips. Jin finally addressed it when W Magazine brought up the topic during a magazine cover with you.

“Yeah, why do you call me that?” you turned your head to him, still in your look for the editorial shoot you two did.

Jin’s lips broke into a smile as he looked at you. He rested his chin on his palm when he answered, “It’s nothing really… It just slips out, bub”

As far as everyone witnessed from his whole career in Hollywood, you were the only co-worker Jin sometimes calls by a nickname. He never explained where it came from and was only questioned about it once.

Proof no.5: [THE TALE OF FRANCHESKAT]

“Yeah, that’s my lovely daughter, Francheskat.” you shared when Stephen Colbert brought up the picture of your pet.

“I heard she’s from an animal shelter in London. Is that right?” the host asked and you nodded from your seat.

“Yes! I visited a few shelters there during the production of my new film there and I was in awe when I first met her!”

“Oh, so you adopted her right away from that moment?”

“I didn’t…” you shook your head. “I was too busy and I was only in London for less than two weeks. My schedule was jampacked, and I never got to drop by the shelter again.”

“But I have a friend who saw how much I want to have this beautiful cat and surprised me like a month later after I got back in LA. It was so unexpected, I cried.” you laughed.

That interview was in 2017, months before the release of your first movie with Jin. Francheskat was the main reason why you made an Instagram account again after deactivating your old account back in 2016. Based on your fans’ calculations, you recently just finished filming Cornelia Street when you began posting about your cat. And Jin was seen in London around the same time you shot your own scenes there.

These facts strengthen your fans’ belief that Jin was the friend you were talking about. Especially with how close your co-star is to your cat, even though he claims he isn’t a big fan of felines.

Proof no. 6 [Y/N SPOTTED IN LESS LIKELY EVENTS  PT.1]

“I don’t really celebrate any holidays.” you shared during an interview back in 2014. “I just spend those days like my other rest days except I send gifts to my friends.”

You have been living alone ever since you were emancipated from your father’s control. You usually sleep or work through Christmas and New Year’s eve or any other commonly big holiday, treating it as a normal day. You always find it exhausting to prepare for such events when you live alone. The only special event you celebrate is your mom’s or close friends’ birthdays. Your fans are aware of this fact and made sure to send you sweet greetings during holidays as you post pictures from your home. You were never spotted outside either by the press during these events.

@/DonnyNextDoor: happy thanksgiving from us!!

In the celebration of Thanksgiving Day back in 2021, Donny posted a photo of your circle of friends. You stood next to Bella Hadid, who was Donny’s girlfriend at the time. Next to you were Jin and your three other mutual friends.

@/daisiesandroses: omg yn holiday contents

Fans were happy to see you with friends during that time. They expected that you will post something for Christmas and New Year’s too. However, you only posted an Instagram story each, greeting everyone. Someone claimed they spotted you in New York for Times Square Ball but no pictures floated online.

Proof no. 7: [VERSACE ON THE FLOOR]

It has been known to everyone that you have always been a massive admirer of the luxury fashion brand, Versace. Donatella has been a great friend of yours ever since you became a brand ambassador for the said brand when you were 22. And even though you had contracts with other brands in the following years, you maintained a good relationship with her. You’ve also been invited to fashion week events and you always try to go if your tight schedule can accommodate it. You were even featured in Bruno Mars’ music video for his hit song, Versace On The Floor.

@/SE0KJINM00N: SOMEONE SEND ME THAT PHOTO HE DELETED IT!!

@/hellobubba: was that versace on that fucking floor or am i seeing things

@/peopleoncrnlstrt: LMAO he deleted the ig story

But sometime in 2019, Jin posted a picture in his Instagram Stories which he deleted less than two minutes later. The photo is simple. It was a picture of the latest book he read. He was holding it down, seemingly an innocent one. But if you travel your eyes to the upper corner of the image, even though the background’s a little blurry, a black piece of clothing can be seen. It was immediately recognizable due to the fact that it has the word Versace printed all over it. 

And since you were the closest person to him that everyone knows, the fans assumed it was yours. You were once seen a couple of years ago sporting a bikini top with the same design, just different colors. People searched online and found that there is, indeed, a Versace one-piece swimsuit with the exact design.

Although the photo was never talked about in public, that Versace mystery became an inside joke in the fandom.

Proof no. 8: [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 2]

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

August 2020. You had a five-minute live on your Instagram account, simply just to chat with your fans while you were waiting for your cookies in the oven. It was short yet chaotic.

“Oh, I tried baking today! I saw an easy recipe online. I’ll share the link on Twitter later.” you answered a fan as you put down your phone. You sported a now-messy apron. The apron? It was a gift from Timmy. He learned I love ba–”“

“Ouch!”

Someone exclaimed in the background, followed by the noises of something falling on the ground. You paused and looked at whatever was behind your phone. Your eyes widened. But you tried to compose yourself as you look back at the camera.

“Francheskat jumped on some– on my stuff. Gotta go! I’ll update y’all with the cookies later. Bye!” your voice trailed off as you end the Instagram Live.

@/amymarchdefender: i think i heard someone during yn’s live

@/princessbubblegum: is she quarantining with someone???!?

Some fans claimed it was not Francheskat, but Jin. Although the mystery voice was not that audible, they claimed it was him. Others believed that maybe you are really going through lockdowns with someone who is not Jin. There are few people who believe that you really have a longtime secret partner, someone who is not in the same industry as you. Nonetheless, everyone never knew who it was.

The thread still receives updates from time to time even though you took a break and Jin is not really that active on social media. The owner of the tweet still gets submissions from various fans.

Now, October 2023. Jin hasn’t had any public appearances since his series premiere on HBO. He is still in for Waller-Bridge’s movie. You, on the other hand, were getting gossip that you will be having a cameo with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Some believed that you will be retiring or will take years to come back. Both of you two were not active on social media. Your last post in your Instagram feed was in August. And Jin’s was May.

But one of Hollywood's biggest celebrity gossip sources is the Instagram account, Deuxmoi, posted something that made a noise in your fandom.

Sent via form submission from Deuxmoi

Pseudonyms, Please: Cookie Monster

Email: heardit@the.gravevine

Subject: Everyone’s Fave Cat Lady

Message: A friend of mine works in one of the longest-running live television shows. They said that a prominent A-lister actress is returning in front of the cameras after taking a sudden break for more than a year. Her comeback will be announced next week! Watch out!

taglist rules

THE A-LISTERS TAGLIST

@jub-jub @yoontaethings @kissme-ornot @sleepy-daydreams @veronawrites @cuteipat @ratherbefangirling @babystarcandy-gcf @akirawhore @alpacaparkaseok @rjsmochii @lovesickbangtan @rapmonie2047 @btsiguess-kpop @angelarin @walkinganxiety0 @bloopkook @yoooonie @amara-mars @firesighgirl @zwiehe @hiii-priestess @lojocas @juju-227592 @singukieee @eshtravagent @canarystwin @petalsofink

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd​ @cixrosie​ @jksjx​ @embrace-themagic​ @buttvi​ @starbtslove​ @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @pixybear @miyukihoshi @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23

[ratasum]

So about that big rewrite with @wall-legion. (Spoilers and some salt ahead, and significant changes.)

Again, as per usual, keep in mind that we're doing this based on personal opinion. If you enjoyed your time, I'm INCREDIBLY happy for you! But we did not.

Zojja isn't the one who goes to the wizards (at least not at first). I've mentioned before that Jenn and I had been treating it like she'd been There All Along the last eight years, and we're not changing that.

Instead, since in our plot Logan dies for real in Arah, he's the one in Wizlandia. He got picked up after being left there with the intention of people returning to get his body. The assumption is that he got awakened or something. Turns out that's not the case!

Zojja has some roles in the other plots that I'll write out when I get around to actually writing cohesive fic stuff, but it's limited bc of chronic pain and fatigue from what she went through in Maguuma. She's doing her best, but still struggling with what she's no longer able to do. Which leads to her vanishing in the middle of the night roughly a month before SotO starts.

Odetta and Leyya eventually find the letter she received from Logan, leading them on the goose chase that takes them to Wizlandia as well. Plot roughly follows canon from here in points, with Logan in Zojja's role and Zojja present and Mabon mentoring her to unlock more of her magic.

Mabon lives! He also gets some of his memories back because of the possession, and he starts spilling the beans. He keeps mentoring Zojja despite his apprehension with Isgarren, who starts helping in the convergences, and she starts getting pressured towards ascension as well... genuinely considering it because she's so tired.

All those loaded Chekov's Guns about the fractals and how horrific and unethical they were, the wizards never stepping in even when the world is at risk (Void?? hello??), and Isgarren's seeming lack of care for anything outside of the Kryptis gets tied up. How? He, Eparch, and Vass had a shitty breakup and Isgarren is obsessed with "punishing" him for his supposed betrayal over Vass's death. There's some JUICY DEETS here I'll go into later.

Galrath is replaced. Because why the FUCK is he even there???? We killed him to keep him OUT of the wizard's tower in GW1.

Anyway Isgarren tries to genocide the kryptis to "keep Tyria safe," leading to a big kerfuffle and a final fight with him. He ends up killed right before we fight Eparch and kill him. Peitha gets made king!

Logan decides to ascend in the end and stay with the wizards. He knows he can do well here, and everyone thinks he's dead anyway. Dagda takes on Isgarren's role. She also gets to learn she shouldn't tie her worth and willingness to exist to one person and stops trying to cling to the memory of the kodan and wrap up Zojja.

Lyhr leaves to find his partner. He may return to the wizards eventually, but he needs to do this.

Zojja decides to stop trying to be better and to work within her means. She also decides she's going to burn the system in Rata Sum to the ground, but needs time to plan. Opts to go back to Lion's Arch for now.

The wizards agree they can no longer stay in their tower doing nothing. They start reaching out more to core Tyria. No hiding anymore. If they're going to protect the world... they need to be part of it.

And unrelated to any of that, the Rata Novus fractal is now the Thaumanova city cube.

But yeah, we're gonna have fun with this.

[jaeyongdx]

hello ❣️

hiiiii everyone! so excited to be w everyone on this opening night/day/whatsever time it may be for u...i am actually prewriting this intro because i'm bored on a thursday night and too excited about opening 🫣 but anyway!! i'm carly (she/her, 25+) and this is jaeyong aka my worst boy and problematic fave. you may have seen him (and/or me) around before, and if so, hello again 🥳 otherwise it's great to meet u and i'm so excited to plot and write with everyone! i'll do the normal intro shindig and ramble about him and offer some plot ideas under the cut, so please like this if you'd like to plot! i think i'm going to try to reach out to everyone individually so this may be completely unnecessary but still adjlkfksldf here's jaeyong's about page, and here's his playlist just for fun! 💕 (as a sidenote, i also rp @dxmiyoung! she's a sideblog so i can't follow back from her but she will have her own intro shortly)

ABOUT THE MOST ANNOYING MAN YOU'VE EVER MET JAEYONG

jaeyong is the older twin of @daeyongdx

he was born into a batshit crazy family (mutagen supremacists)

they were so desperate for their children to be powerful and wrestle power away from humans that they Trained Them from essentially birth

training methods were very abusive and also all consuming

they went to school and they trained and that was it

training did also involve classes for dancing and archery and gymnastics and fencing tho, which was about as fun as it got

any fun shit jaeyong did as a child he did by lying to his parents and/or sneaking out the latter of which rarely worked

manipulation and lying well and persuasion and making yourself look good in every situation was part of the training too btw. thanks mom

their mom has the ability to insert thoughts into people's minds and is very good at it, she can make them think they're their own

so she did it with her kids too to make sure they never Really questioned training

jaeyong was remarkably social and well-adjusted in school and public all things considered

class clown type that was good at everything when he actually tried aka the most infuriating person of all time no he never grew out of that part

he ended up getting into pinnacle at 18 and daeyong did not it was a bit of a mess

but daeyong was recruited for another program that was a great and important opportunity!

aka daeyong got sent to the labs to be part of a study on twins nepa was doing

once jaeyong gets into pinnacle his parents give him infinitely more freedom

jaeyong makes it through pinnacle thinking this whole time his brother is just busy with other training and that they'd see each other once they graduated

so once he becomes a d tier hero officially he's like hey when do i get to see my brother again

he asks the right people the right questions and gets some helpful nudges along the way for him to eventually find out The Truth

he utilizes those persuasion abilities to talk nepa into letting daeyong out and experimenting on him instead. thanks mom again

daeyong doesn't know why he was released

jaeyong goes to the lab three days a week after his normal d tier hero duties and he can't say a word about it to anyone or else nepa will lock them both in there for good

he's training to be an a tier hero and he hates it actually. he's like i went through the training i did for WHAT. to smile pretty at a press conference and maybe make a couple speeches. i want to change the world!!!

but he also realizes being an a tier hero will put him in the best position to accomplish his/his parents' goals so he's like ok Fine.

he has scary powers (unhealing, blood manipulation, power detection, twin telepathy) but he's hot and it would be good optics for someone "dangerous" to be A Hero to the public so that's why nepa did it

he doesn't have much free time but he's great at time management so u will still see him out doing stuff. he plays guitar in a band. still goes to dance lessons. loves 2 party. annoying. etc

PLOT IDEAS

jaeyong is a bit of a slut so! do with that as u will.

classmates, in regular school when they were younger or pinnacle

his dad is a taekwondo instructor and his mom is a teacher at the cram school so. former students of theirs could be interesting

jaeyong's grandparents are also NOT insane and do like. private lessons to help people learn to control their abilities (they ran a school for mutagens pre-district x) so students of theirs is also an option

Rivals/Enemies. this is not that hard. just be better than jaeyong at something he's supposed to be good at and it's over LMAO

people that think he's so annoying (correct) that he continues to pester anyway for some reason or another

someone that has a crush on him because he IS unfortunately charming. to some people. bitch doesn't really know how to care about anyone other than himself and daeyong so it'll probably be one-sided though

fans of his band? he loves that band tbh. he thinks in another life he was a rockstar

his unhealing ability works on scars and bones and illnesses, including mental illnesses - but those are complicated. i'd love to do something w this but i don't know what yet lajsdjlfksjdl

people with connections to the labs! jaeyong knows the truth of what happened to you and it takes everything in him to not tell you but his and his brothers' lives depend on it

people he is using for Something. he thinks pretending to be friends with you will benefit him in some way. almost definitely related to power and influence of some sort

his power detection ability is very fun to work with. if u have any powers that might distort reality and/or trick people, he'll know they're a mutagen ability, so i'd love to do stuff w that too!

fans of "gawi," his superhero identity. he's obviously not a celebrity yet bc he's just d tier but he is sometimes in the background of a-tier business because of his training and he would love to feel famous. lmfao. but he is very friendly and all over the place so it's possible for people to find him really cool

OK I THINK THIS IS ENOUGH i actually like brainstorming way more so 🫶 LET'S GO!!!!!

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics:

Big big week here on what came out 4 weeks ago! I have many opinions! You all have to put up with me being insufferable over A Nice House by the Sea (but you should totally read the Nice House series if you have not).

I am also going to contain my comments on Absolute Power stuff in this to titles I'd be reading anyway; I'm putting together a separate post for my feelings on the first 4 weeks of the event.

The Nice House by the Sea #1: So I have been so excited for this and I am delighted to announce it lives up to my expectations.

If you are new to this, I do suggest going back and reading Lake, because Sea is written with clear expectation that the readers already know the conceits of the mysteries of Lake, as this household does as well.

But I love the way Tynion's connected the two households, with one of the members of Sea (Oliver Landon Clay) being a friend of Walter's who didn't go into Walter's house, and instead was invited and accepted Max's invitation instead. And the reasons why that we get in the first issue are so juicy - Oliver is clearly set up to be an echo of the decisions made by Reg, which is going to be fascinating, in that they both have responded to their childhood knowledge in such different ways.

Also there's an fun Animorphs joke and I was reminded that yeah, Tynion is exactly the right age to have been an Animorphs kid.

Zatanna: Bring Down the House #2: this remains enjoyable, though I was reminded with this issue that it is definitely Black Label, because all the explanations going on here do not match my understanding of any of the Homo Magi stuff or versions of Zatara's fate that I've encountered previously. However! Still a rollicking yarn!

Green Arrow #14: yes this is a tie in, Thunderbirds a Go!

Okay, okay, there are a bunch of cute references and throw backs in this. As someone who has a lot of feelings about 90s Green Arrow plots and Ollie being awful in them, I really wish someone other than Joshua Williamson was writing this. (mostly because I suspect we are going to get soft soaped on the 'no seriously, Ollie failed people and was terrible' front when Ollie eventually gets around to his triple cross)

The Flash #11: God. When the art in this run is on it is ON (though. How is Bart shorter than the twins now. What is going on).

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #15: ...it is incredible how this story reminds me of how much Tim Seeley irritates me as a writer, largely because he loves using beats I prefer to diminish.

Important note: The Renee story looks like it is the bridge into the new run? Same writer. So if you're down for The Question: All Along the Watchtower, you should probably look at BatB #15 & #16.

The Warlord #62: this week in Skartaris! A fantastical world within our own, lying undetected in primeval splendour! (thanks Grell)

Tara and Graemore are still angsting about their affair and whether to tell Travis.

"Organise a Royal Hunt--and make it a real outing! I'll get to try some of my bawdier material, Morgan blows off some steam, you rest easier, and the farmers are rid of their problem!" "Brilliant, Graemore! Thank you! I'll go sound Morgan out on the idea right now."

Seriously why will the three of you not contemplate polyamory???

Well, if you won't, then Travis is going to find himself having an extremely manly wrestle with *checks notes* Rostov, the local werewolf.

(Grell, thank you again for your bondage and power dynamics kinks)

Tara decides to deliver an ultimatum when Travis heads out to try and help Rostov find a cure for lycanthropy by visiting Jenny to see if she can help; apparently she has finally reached her limit in terms of "Travis's attention span is half an issue long" for the present. Tara! Let a man go visit his daughter!

[tryingtimi]

10 for the Spotify game? Also happy start of the holidays friendo 💖

The King and The Brute | A snip

Happy early holidays, too, sweetling! 🧡Thank you so much for the number! You've just pointed at one of the Sasinest Sasin song too! Well, it's one that I already listened to so much, that it kinda goes with some stuff from the first draft. Therefore, I think I'll share one of the interactions that you already know (I'm sorry it's nothing new :(), but I'm kind of proud of it. (and which was written half-under the influence of this song and the Seven Nation Army Jukebox version)

HALF-CANON | KINDA DYNAMIC AND PLOT EXPLORATION | WC: 1,272

Kil cracked two of his ringed fingers as they slid past businessmen and congresswomen, aiming towards the right corner of the place. A single diamond chandelier brightened the circle booth as a clear sign of where the most important person had been sitting. Three women in flappers giggled on the divan, in the centre of their little group the man in a dark blue suit and smoothed-back hair. Do Raten’s head gleamed from pomade, his expression smug enough to make Kil’s palm itch. They had a handful of pricey bottles before them on the table, every young woman having a slender glass wrapped in their hands. 

Do Raten pulled his uncomfortably thick lips to a half-smile. 

“Hora-gon, I didn’t expect you until Wednesday.” He immediately brought his eyes through Liahn when he noticed her. Kil stepped closer, looming at the edge of the table and earning back his attention. 

“I have a deal for you, Do-gon.” 

As much as he would rather work with a Northern snake than Do Raten, he couldn’t deny the usability. He held most of the information about what happened outside the clan. Kil wasn’t sure how deep this fucker’s hands were reaching, but he was here to find out. 

The man’s light brown eyes glinted in the chandelier’s light. His smile widened as he gestured with his hand for them to sit. 

“Go find Manager Ote, dolls. He will give you the shade you’re craving.”

They stood without any complaints, giggling and one of them trying to slip past Kil suggestively. He stepped away from the touch, waiting patiently until they all were on their way. Then he sat, Liahn close beside him. 

Good. 

“They already got hooked on this foreign drug, can you believe it? You can’t complain of them, that’s for sure. Would you like to try some? Or a tasting plate of our finest mejos and import wines?” Raten said in his deeply unsettling manner. He could fuse a diplomatic tone with a hint of slimy seduction and a business-like attitude that almost made the receiver dizzy with syrupy hospitality. 

“No.” 

“Suit yourself.” Raten gestured to a staff member in a glittering dress but shrugged to them. He did a movement of opening his palms silently then as if signalling that he was all ears. “What can I do for you, Hora-gon?” 

“I need information of the most sensitive kind. Alongside reassurance that this business stays between us — no need to involve the old bears.”

The band in the background kept its pace energetic enough to lure people onto the dance floor. Kil wasn’t beyond this kind of entertainment, however, it never appealed to make a business of any kind in the mids of it. Although, doing any business other than negotiating who and where to fight with, or where to assign his men was a headache for him anyway. 

He leaned over his knees when Raten’s smile continued to beam uncomfortably. 

“You can count me intrigued now, sport.” He extended a hand to Kil. “We’re not exactly close with my old bear, so that shouldn’t be a problem. You have my word.” 

“I need more than that from you,” Kil let his voice drop a touch. They had known each other for a while now, though there was not much communication between the two. He usually came to Raten to take up a handful of documents on data about anything the Prime needed as per their arrangement. They never interacted longer than a greeting before. Yet, Kil knew that this man was someone who’s word alone worth as much as dogshit.

A scoff left Raten’s throat, a hint of irritation flashing through his oiled face. Even Liahn nudged Kil on the leg subtle enough so the Do son didn’t notice. He ignored his sister’s worry. Raten might have been the information king in Tawon, but that didn’t mean they were going to gain what they wanted if they would let him have his way. 

And soon enough, the man took out a pre-written contract from a drawer on his right. Kil was sure that it didn’t specify a single thing, but it was better than nothing. Raten poured a few drops of wax on its bottom with a candle, then pushed his signet ring into it.  

“Here, you have your assurance. Now speak, and it’s better worth my wax.”

Kil pulled the paper closer with a finger, glancing at it as if studying the text. It was a common contract of confidentiality. Good enough. 

“We’d like to purchase information on the North from you. Anything and everything that might seem relevant. What are their current focuses, how is their Blessing, what were they doing in the last decade, what business are they in, who are their supporters, tributaries, where does Won Jughon reside and the like.” 

Do Raten nearly choked on his champagne before he put it down and patted at the small patch of wetness on his collar. Kil felt a nasty glee seeing the disbelief on the other’s face. It didn’t last long as he laced his fingers together, leaning over to meet Kil’s eyes with raised eyebrows and a mocking smile. “Is that all?” The man paused for a second. “Wouldn’t you want to know his shoe size, blood type and exact time of birth, too?” 

Liahn tensed beside Kil even more, deliberately pushing herself into his side as a sign to stop. But she didn’t know how to deal with the shits like Raten. 

The brother smiled back at the man, genuine. 

“Why, would that be beyond your network, Do-gon?”

The son’s eyes darkened, lips pulling back slightly. He crossed his legs, leaning back, an arm draped over the divan’s headrest as if saying “Nothing is beyond me, you little shit.” Raten turned towards the betting table and the band that restlessly played its upbeat music. One finger rotated his signet ring on his forefinger. Then, he gazed back at them, his face losing all the well-crafted, overly suave quality. Then, there was the true Raten, cold and arrogant, ready to strike a deal. Finally, he and Kil were talking the same language. 

“It’s going to cost you.”

“Name the price,” Kil said without hesitation. A new kind of smile found the Do son’s lips. One that now openly said they certainly didn’t have the means to pay. Still, the man rubbed his fingers together softly, with slow, deliberate movements, thinking. Eventually, he gestured with his hand.

“Free pass of the shade on the streets.”

It was fortunate that not Kil, nor Liahn weren’t drinking. They would have made it too obvious how outrageous that request actually was. Not that it should have been spelt out to Raten, he was clearly perfectly aware of the metric of it. Was that a fair trade? They have had some drugs on the street, though mostly uncontrolled personal endeavours that they weren’t able to, or had any particular reason to oversee. The Prime made it clear that open, unstable drug business was not only unsupported but straight-up prohibited. 

It was a nearly impossible request. Even if they were going to agree — because godsdamned they needed that information — Kil didn’t know how to play his mother on that part. He didn’t want to know. It was simply way over the bar he was willing to hit. 

[an-au-blog]

hello! a different anon interested in the unclenapped au here! (and other aus where buggy is with the strawhats i guess)

not to bring PLOT into a mostly character-focused au, but with extra strawhat crew aus i'm always curious where the author would have kuma send the new guy(s) post-sabaody. basically, where would you send your au buggy to learn & grow over the time skip? is he learning new skills somewhere, or landing on the red force (or wherever luffy & rayleigh ended up) and learning about his past?

thanks!

Hello other anon! Can I call you Difan (get it? because different anon (I'm so funny ik))

And no, no, no, don't worry, I LOVE plot! And I was actually recently thinking about the whole Kuma situation. Because he sent each one either to a friend/somewhere to make connections with the revolution, or to help them train/help with personal growth.

At first I thought maybe I should make up an island that would fit this version of him. Something that would maybe make him conquer his fear of being trapped and claustrophobia, or maybe something to better help him use his powers.

Maybe something like an island where everything is small and all the inhabitants live in dark holes in the walls (picture something like the kindergarten from Steven Universe). And Buggy is freaking out because he can't live in the whole in the wall, he just can't! Not again! Not to mention the food, there's so little food for the small people there, what would he eat - as someone probably two times their size?

He just wasn't ready to go back to not having anything. So he starts helping them grow their farms and defend themselves from wild beasts and in return they help him reach inner peace and face his trauma. Maybe he'd even have a Sanji moment where he finds out that the people can teach him fighting skills he didn't know they had?

idk...

But I also started looking into places or different arcs and two specific ones actually seem pretty fitting. (can you tell I've actually given this quite a bit of thought hahaha ':))

The first place I thought of was Impel down. It would also cross with the canon timeline and events. Think about it: he'll get over his fear of imprisonment, make connections with the revolutionaries living in the walls. It would be just like in canon for the exception that Buggy is willingly helping Luffy and he's been in there for a shorter time.

Not to mention that on the ship when they tell everyone that he used to sail with Roger, he would be finding out something new about himself. Maybe even remember something.

(And here I go pushing my shuggy agenda again) And that way Shanks's return would be have more weight as well. It would impact both of them so much because 1. Shanks not only lost Ace but now he finally found Buggy and 2. Buggy went through so much trauma and then some greasy redhead claims to know him??? And what's more, he doesn't have this spike of anxiety upon meeting him?? (but maybe I'll make a separate post about that specifically)

Although I don't know if after that I'd want him to go back to Amazon Lily with Luffy and meet Rayleigh (because again: revealing past and all that fun stuff), or if i want him to be taken in by Shanks and his crew instead of Law (and he'd still have the reveal of the past but differently that with Silver...)(idk just food for thought)

Anyway though,

The second place I thought of is a bit of a stretch. I thought of Arabasta. It's a bit of a stretch because, why would he be there?

Well they're alleys of the straw hats and had recently gotten out from under Crocodile. Also if I'm not mistaken the revolution army had it's foot in there as well right? Also I'd absolutely love seeing Vivi and Buggy interactions. I feel like she could teach him a lot in just general. Also he'd love the sun so much.

I'm also thinking maybe he could train and learn quite a bit history there. But I hadn't had that much time to think about this option to be honest...

[dallonwrites]

bestie how the fuck do you start writing again when you haven't written in years bc you're so paralyzed with Fear of Writing Badly mixed with How Do I Get Started and also WHAT do I write about HELP

I WANT to write but every part of it is. so. DAUNTING

Ohhh bestie I have BEEN there. Whenever I take breaks from writing I find myself scared that I'll have just….forgotten to write?? I think the fear of "bad writing" is amplified when you don't write for a while, however long, because you have to like hype yourself up to go back to writing and it's like what if I do all that and then I just can't do it? Returning to writing, especially after a long time, for me has taken a lot of mental work, trying to understand what will make writing fun and healthy for me. A lot of it, honestly, is easier said than done, but also it's mental work you'll keep doing after you start writing again and as you write, and for me it's easier to process my relationship with writing when I am actually writing.

A big part of that mental work for me, and something I think is so valuable, is to reconsider what "bad" writing is and give yourself permission to write it. Sometimes you will think your writing sucks, happens to all of us, but that isn't all it has to be. Like yeah, I'll think something I wrote sucks, but I still wrote it. I can revisit it and work on it and maybe I'll turn it into something I'm happy with. And even if I don't, I still wrote it, I learned from it. Writing does not need to be "good" by whatever standard we're holding it up to for it to have value. And you can delete it! Nobody has to see it! Also you can have fun writing something and still think it's not your best. I've written a lot of "bad" scenes that I had fun with because the scene was entertaining to me! I love when writing turns out how I like it, or I write a banger prose line, but equally I found it helpful to give myself permission to not worry about that all the time and just focus on my interest/enjoyment in what I'm writing, regardless of the "quality". Again, easier said than done, but something I've found easier the more I write, because you'll have bad writing days but you'll also have writing days that are so good

I know a lot of people see writing as a skill that they want to improve, and like I agree it feels really good to see your writing grow, but writing is so much more than the skill and the craft and the theory. There is no objective "perfection" to reach with writing like we are not Sims with levelled skills LOL. Writing is art and creativity and it should be fun and fulfilling. And IMO, the more you focus on what makes writing fun, you will grow and "improve" as a writer a lot quicker and in a way that is a lot more enjoyable than if you treat writing like some icy quest for perfection. You also get to decide what "good" writing is for you/your story. Some of my stories are more prose focused and I'll play more with language, imagery etc. Others are more about the plot and just having fun imagining this scene. Sometimes it's a mix of both. What is "good" writing depends on the writer, story, genre, etc. There is no one way to write.

I'm rambling a lot because I'm just really passionate about this and I cannot express enough how easier writing got, including all the difficult and ugly and frustrating parts, when I gave space to prioritise my enjoyment and fun. People love to romanticise the idea of the "struggling" writer. I see stuff on here and I'm like you guys….writing should be fun. Like yeah sometimes it's hard and we should talk about that but like, you Need to make sure you are having fun. Anyway I'm going to try not to ramble and bullet point some things that helped me:

Make Writing Fun: Lol! Literally whatever makes writing fun. Sometimes I just write super indulgent scenes and the fun of that sets me up to work on my projects. When I work on my projects I try to find what in each scene I'm going to enjoy the most, and focus on that to help me write the rest. I make playlists, moodboards, memes, art etc for my story because it's fun, and it helps me be engaged with my story outside of writing it. Just, have fun.

On productivity: some people will benefit from setting clear goals and running towards them. Some people don't. For me it depends on my headspace. I don't think productivity is a bad thing, it can feel good, but productivity should not be the only reason you write. And the most productive writing process is whichever one makes writing enjoyable for you, because that's how you'll get words on the page

On that note, please be wary of anyone online who who treats the writing advice they share as Fact. I'm not saying every writing teacher out there does...but some of them market it that way! And creators do not have an authority on writing just because they have a platform however big. There are some AMAZING content creators out there who talk about writing, and I have found them motivating, but like just let yourself be picky about who you listen to/engage with. I say this because I consumed some very Strict writing advice when I was younger and it literally contributed to my years long slump so like...I'm picky now LOL

About goals: Personally, gentle goals are what help me get back into writing. Maybe just write for 20 minutes, or write every day for a couple days. When I do word count goals, I base them on how I feel that day, and recently I don't make a word count, I'll transfer it to the next session but smaller. So if I try to write 500 words but can't I'll say okay, lets try 250 next time. Goals can be a great motivator and way to feel achieved, and maybe bigger goals will help you, but you're also allowed to adjust them as you go to make it easier

On finding new ideas, having been there before, you don't need a fully fleshed out idea to start writing. My longest break I came back to writing with...one character and a backstory? If you have stories/characters already you can revisit them, either build on what you have or completely change it. Or if you don't have that, if there's a piece of media you like you can take that concept and play around with it in your own way, or you can even just write fanfic until you have your own idea (if you want your own idea, fanfic is cool too!) You can even just find a cool pic on pinterest and play around with describing it, writing about it, seeing if you can get anything from that. Ideas are everywhere and they can be tiny, and I think if you have that want to write you Will find your story eventually. All writers have had the Idea struggle, but I think the more you engage with writing and think about what concepts and stories interest you already, the more you'll like train yourself to get ideas

That was very long and maybe a lot but like, I am very passionate about this! I've been in writing "slumps" where I didn't know if I would write again, I've started writing again with no ideas, and in those times all I had was the fact I knew I wanted to write. There are a lot of reasons why we end up having long breaks from writing and it is totally normal, sometimes beneficial for us, and we should never give ourselves a hard time for not writing for however long. But also remember that you can always come back. Every one of us has the capacity to create, whatever that looks like, and you can make it as self indulgent and self serving as you want.

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

If I can have you, no one else in this world can

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, i will not tag all the stuff that happenes, Jealousy, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, at this point i don't even care if it's ooc, it's just smut, ruined nightgown Series: Part 2 of This is happiness Summary:

As per @Lexi_lulu3383's request on tumblr: "what if Vilgefortz get a LIL bit Jealous bc of some king, right? And Tissaia's like "well- it doesn't matter bc I only want you" and Vilgefortz is all like- "well- your about to have me" and then it's like- smutty n stuff.

And that's it.

@mtg-is-life-frf girl, this is for you

Notes:

My usual relax smut after the pain of writing a chapter for Metamorphosis. Fair warning: no beta, barely re-read, done in a day or two. If it sucks ass, let me know and I'll upgrade it.

Tissaia had another meeting with the kings, which would have been fine, except this time more mages joined them, and that meant more wine was included. It was practically a small party - without the music, and again, this alone would not have bothered Vilgefortz. He might have headed the Council with her, but he had no problem with Tissaia dealing with the rulers of the Continent on her own. He worked better in the shadows anyway, and he had a dislike for those people in the first place. All that being said, he refused to admit to himself that he was seething, so close to seeing red and just ruining all the efforts they put into managing the Northern Kings.

If Demavend didn’t stop drinking and didn’t stop being overly friendly with Tissaia, his Tissaia - an angry voice whispered in Vilgefortz’s mind - he might do something she definitely wouldn’t like. That fat fuck even had the fucking nerve to ever so slightly touch her back - not too high, not too low - so no one could technically say anything about this friendly gesture. Vilgefortz closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At this moment, his beloved looked at him with concern in her eyes. She sensed his distress, and when their eyes met, she gently smiled at him. Her eyes, the soft curve of her lips, the little turn of her nose - it was enough to calm him. And then Demavend fucking stepped way too close and whispered something to her, and Vilgefortz had to step out of the meeting hall.

The breeze of the sea caressed his face as he stared into the darkness beyond the horizon. That fat motherfucker. He had a very good chance of dying before the night was over. It’s not like he was jealous. He didn’t really have the right to be; none of the guests knew about their relationship, and not even all the mages knew. He understood the King of Aedirn’s fascination. Tissaia was always breathtaking, especially now, with her new, more alluring hairstyle and ever so slightly different dress. It was all still very Tissaia, but there was something about her like this that made his heart beat a little faster, and he had a hard time looking at anything else but her. He trusted her completely; he knew she was playing her part to keep the kings in line, but damn. That asshole had a lot of nerve. Even if he was drunk, it was no excuse. Besides, Vilgefortz wasn’t jealous. He knew what was happening; she knew it too, and they both knew what they needed to do. And that didn’t include beating the shit out of Demavend.

He was so preoccupied with not being jealous that he didn’t notice her approach and he shuddered a little when her hand touched his shoulder. Tissaia stepped closer to him, and he hugged her, maybe a little too tight, and she buried her face in his chest. She was just the right height; the top of her head reached his chin, and he leaned into her hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice muffled by his embrace.

“Nothing,” he whispered after much consideration. She chuckled a little at his stubbornness.

“I could sense from across Aretuza that you are troubled.” His love looked up at him and put her hand on his cheek, caressing his handsome face. He smiled, took her hand, and kissed her palm. Her heart melted a little, and she pushed herself on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. He held her even closer, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet, and reassuring, and he loved how she tasted -  of wine and vanilla mixed with cinnamon. She had such a sweet tooth, and he found it adorable. The formidable Arch Mistress, who put the fear of any God into kings and commoners alike - and she moaned while eating chocolate-covered strawberries or lemon cake with caramel on top. 

When they parted, he shook his head. “Let’s go back, my love.” With one quick peck on her lips, he released his hold of her, and they made their way back to the meeting. 

And not even ten minutes later, he mumbled, “Fucking hell,” when he saw that piece of shit actually touch her back just a little bit too low. His movement was quick; she had no time to react when he stepped next to her, pushed Demavend’s hand away, pulled Tissaia close to him, and gave her a small kiss on the edge of her lips, perfectly on the place between her cheeks and her rosy, sweet, and soft lips. The king looked a bit sheepish; the rest of the people who saw what he did looked surprised; even Tissaia needed a moment to regain her composure. Good thing he wasn’t jealous, or else he might have caused a scene. 

The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful. After his demonstration, Tissaia kind of avoided him, fearing he might do something more. He understood, and actually made himself useful by talking with some of their colleagues. Vilgefortz didn’t have anything else to worry about anymore; Demavend thankfully got the message and backed off finally. The night concluded with yet another agreement about the threat of Nilfgaard and how they should all work together, and so on and so forth. He knew none of the kings and queens would keep their word, but they had peace, at least for a short while.

They didn’t speak that much after. They retreated to their bedroom, and she could feel the emotions flowing through him like lava, still burning hot, fooling those who didn’t know any better to come closer and touch. She saw it in the way he held his jaw tight and in how his face contorted when a particular thought crossed his mind. He silently made them a bath with way too much relaxing oils and candles. When they settled in the warm water, he possessively held her tight and only let her go when she insisted that they actually clean themselves. He agreed, and after they finished, he cursed himself. The opportunity was right there, but his mind was clouded by the fumes of not jealousy. He could have given her the bath of her lifetime. 

After putting on her nightgown, Tissaia looked at him. He was still standing by the window, his brows furled. She sighed, loud enough for him to hear, and he understood her wordless request. Vilgefortz stepped next to her, his blood feeling electric, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Would you tell me now, please, why are you so angry?” She asked as he pressed his forehead to hers. She knew, of course, that he was jealous, but she wanted him to voice his feelings and not just mope around the room. And yet he shook his head and kissed her, not willing to say a word. He bit her lower lip, and she moaned a little before pulling away, resting her hands on the sides of his face. “You do know that it doesn’t matter what happened at the meeting, don’t you?” she whispered. “I only want you.” Before she could kiss him, he pulled back a bit and smirked. It was a devious, filthy smirk, and her breath got caught in her throat.

“Well,” his face got closer to hers as he spoke, “you’re about to have me.” Tissaia had no time to react; he kissed her hard, his teeth grazing her soft lips and his tongue teasing hers. His hands slowly caressed her sides before venturing further down, and she sighed as he cupped her buttocks. Vilgefortz pulled her dress up, and he ran his palms against her thighs. She felt her arousal growing, took off his robe, and let her hands wander all around his muscular body. His lips found her neck and bit down on her tendons, sucking at her flesh, leaving a bitemark and a reddening spot. He was already in such a mood, so when the high collar of her gown stopped him from kissing the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulders, the restrained volcano inside him erupted, and he reached up to the front of her dress and, with one swift and sudden move, tore the fabric apart. 

“Gods,” she cried out and pulled his head back by his hair, guiding him into a hungry kiss. He freed one of her arms from the restraints of what remained of her nightgown and moved his mouth to her shoulder, licking it, biting, and teasing all the way, and then back to her neck and lips. He picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she kissed him desperately as he walked them to the bed. With one hand, he reached down, pulled the covers aside, and then tossed her onto the bed. Tissaia laughed a little at his hurried attempts. She climbed back, positioning herself so that her head was resting against her pillows. He was following her every move above her, and when she finally settled, he parted her legs, pushing himself as close to her as he could. She whined when she felt his fully erect manhood pressing against her swollen core. 

Breaking their fervent kiss, he got rid of her dress, tearing the fabric completely. Her breathing was quick, but it was nothing compared to his erratic panting. His hands touched every inch of her exposed skin, grabbing her hips as he kissed his way lower on her. Vilgefortz took his time; his mouth found her breasts and bit down on one. She gasped, her head spinning, and her soft whimpers started to get louder as he sucked on her already hard nipple, licking it and torturing her with the touch of an expert while his hand twisted and pulled at her other one. He took one between his teeth and pulled at it, and she could do nothing but hiss and dig her nails deep into his shoulders. Her face was flushed, and her breathing mirrored his urgent rhythm.

He finally started kissing her lower, and he bit the delicate skin above her hip bone. His hands parted and teasingly went up and down her thighs. Kissing her abdomen, his hot breath tickled her, and her hand found its place in his hair. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, and he had such a satisfied smile that he could get her so shamelessly wet in such little time. Tissaia was quivering when his tongue delved into her folds, giving her a slow and thorough lick. He did it again, finding her center, and tasting her sweetness made him growl while she was panting and moaning. He finally settled a bit further up; the flat of his tongue was pressing against her swollen bud, before pulling away, only to soothe her need again. She tightened her grip on his hair, and sweat started to glisten on her body. She felt the pleasure building up, slowly but relentlessly, as he claimed her with his mouth over and over again. He teased her, circling her sensitive nub, sucking on it, and dragging his tongue across it until she was seeing stars. She was moaning louder and louder, and her legs were shaking, yet his sweet assault on her didn’t stop. She felt the pressure getting closer to an explosion, and when he took another long lick across her sensitive nerves, she cried out, her thighs closing around his head while she grabbed his hair with painful force.

Vilgefortz waited until her breathing evened a little and her legs weren’t holding him in a delicious prison. Positioning himself lower on the bed, he kissed her core again before parting her folds with his fingers and pushing two inside her. Her hips buckled, her breath hitched, and he curved his fingers just right to touch the sweetest spot inside her. She felt her wetness dripping out, even with him moving inside her. He sped up his pace; the sound of him pleasuring her was only muffled a little when he pressed his mouth against her bud again. Tissaia was overthrown by sensations, the increasing speed of his fingers and the relentless teasing of his tongue made her moan without restraints. The sheets crumpled as she gripped them. She felt her release nearing her again, and her back arched as she kept getting closer and closer. He continued his ministrations and never slowed his hands. Her hips started to move with him, and her toes curled as she was about to tip over.

“Like this, Kitten?” he murmured against her slick folds before he did her favorite thing with his mouth, and she cried out as she came. Her walls clenched his fingers, his hand got soaking wet, and her body moved in intoxicating waves. 

She didn’t have time to calm down this time. His free hand pressed down on her lower abdomen, just above where he still tortured her with his mouth. He moved the fingers inside her as quickly as he could, and she was screaming. The world stopped existing, only the continuous flow of pleasure registered in her mind. She heard the increasingly wet sounds he had drawn from her body. The pressure she felt before came back with vengeance, and she tightened around his fingers once again. She felt herself wetting the bed, but his hands never stopped. Just when her noises turned into desperate whimpers, he drank up all her juices from her sensitive core and she felt like crying. Her body couldn’t take it anymore; she was shaking, dragging her nails across his scalp, and pulling his hair hard. 

She kept repeating, “Please, please, please,” but neither of them knew what she begged for. Each word sounded like a confession of her sins to him, and he breathed through his nose and had to close his eyes. He finally pulled back from her, releasing her from her torment. His hands were soaked, but so were her lower body and the bed under them. Vilgefortz decided to give her some time, so he only peppered her face with gentle kisses and waited for her breathing to even out.

“You are my favorite delicacy, Kitten, you know that?” She chuckled between deep breaths and caressed his neck.

“What was this all about?” Talking was still a challenge, but she managed while grinning.

“What do you mean, love? I always take good care of you,” he teased and kissed her. She moved her hands to his pants that he still had on, and with a quick use of magic, he got them off him with ease.

“Don’t you teach the novices not to use chaos without purpose?” He whispered against her lips.

She smirked, “But it did serve a purpose,” and she bit his lips and opened her legs for him. He groaned at the sharp pain and felt blood in his mouth. She licked the fresh wound on his lip, and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. His penis easily slid inside her warm and tight cunt. He didn’t waste time, and he hurriedly moved his hips. 

“Oh, Gods,” she cried into the crook of his neck. Vilgefortz took her hands from his neck and pinned them above her head, intertwining their fingers as he continued to thrust into her with rapid force. The bed began to hit the wall, and her cries grew more desperate. Tissaia’s body started to move with his, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The ache in her stomach found her rather quickly; she was still so sensitive. 

One of the most erotic thing a mage could do was an open channel during intimacy. Not only between their minds but their sensations as well. Their chaos melting together for their pleasure, not knowing where one’s ends and the other’s begins. This has become a habit for them at this point in their relationship, and so when Tissaia felt his magic reach for her and become one with her own, she felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her. She moaned at the same time as his thrust. The hairs on his chest rubbed against her nipples, and she could barely breathe.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, love.” She really did try, but as a breathy cry left her swollen lips, she couldn’t anymore. One of his hands went around her throat, just holding it without pressure. “Don’t close your eyes, Kitten. I want you to look at me when I make you come again.” Tissaia desperately tried to do what she was told, and until the last moment, she managed it, forcing herself to focus on him throughout the fog of pleasure. And then she forgot how to breathe; her back arched and her legs pulled him even closer as her walls pulsated around him.

He was panting; sweat covered his body as he watched her ride out the waves of her climax. She looked so deliciously sweet. Vilgefortz grabbed a hold of her hips, and with a swift move, he lay down on the bed. He sat up and kissed her, pulling her head back by her hair before biting down on her throat, and she made the most intoxicating sound. He shifted a little; his back was against the pillows and the wall. 

“Turn around, love,” he whispered against her mouth. She gasped, and with shaky legs, she slowly lifted herself and did what he told her. She positioned his manhood against her oversensitive core but waited for him to push inside. He thrust into her again, hard and fast. Her whole body was on fire; she was sweating; her hair was damp; and her face was red. She reached back with one hand, gripping his hair again. A deep moan that resonated with her soul left him, and she leaned herself back onto his chest. His hands found their purpose as well; he rubbed his thumb against her swollen nipple and then twisted and teased it before settling his grip on her throat, just with enough pressure to make her head spin a little bit more. His other hand went between her legs, rubbing her bud, and he smiled when he felt her hips move against him.

“Oh, fuck!” She had tears in her eyes, and she held onto his hands like a lifeline. He knew he had pushed her over the edge in every way possible now; she rarely ever swore, not even during their lovemaking. Getting her to say it meant he did his job very well. “Faster - ah, fuck. Vil! Vil, Vil, harder! Fuck me, yes, Gods, harder!” She screamed on top of him, and he dutifully complied, thrusting into her with as much force as he could. Their bodies slapped into each other, and the sound of it combined with her melodies filled the room. Every move was an attack against her defenses; she cried and moaned, and whimpered as the sensations grew. Her bud was almost hurting at this point, but his fingers still circled around it, teasing and torturing her at the same time. 

The grip of his hands on her throat tightened, and she struggled to breathe. The ache in her stomach started to burn, but she needed something more - a final push to reach infinity. 

“Come on, love. Fuck, you feel so good. Come for me again. I want to feel your cunt squeezing me,” he whispered next to her ear and then groaned a little when she started to move her hips faster, almost at an urgent pace. “Fuck, yes, Kitten, I love when you come around my cock. Keep moving, let me feel you, love. Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” The end was barely audible between his panting and her moans. White little dots started to cloud her vision, and her body burned, but the fire still couldn't burst from her center. That was until he slapped her bud and pinched it, and she screamed as her body shook above him and the fire finally spread through her entire being. 

Vilgefortz let go of her throat and closed his eyes while she was lost in the primal bliss he inflicted on her. Her breathing was erratic, and she struggled to form coherent thoughts. He gently lifted her and put her down on the bed, next to him. He swiped away the sweat from her forehead. A strain of hair was stuck to her face, and he tucked it behind her ear.

“You look so beautiful, flushed like this, my love.” She couldn’t answer; she just chuckled, touched his face, and kissed him softly. Tissaia moved into his arms and lay in his embrace while her body slowly calmed. When she managed to regulate her breathing, she looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“What?” was all he could say before grinning at her.

“I could ask the same. What has gotten into you?”

“Are you saying I’m usually not this satisfying?” He pretended to be offended and leaned back away from her. Oh, how much she loved her crazy, unbelievable man.

“Satisfying, yes.” Tissaia still had a bit of trouble speaking. “You know what I mean.”

“I most certainly do not.” He mocked her again, and she just shook her head. She tried to reach down to please him with her hands and maybe her mouth as well. It was only fair - she thought. But he held her hands in his before she could touch him, and he pressed her flat down on the bed again. “Maybe tomorrow, hm?” He kissed her lips and sighed with pleasure. He found her hips; oh, how he loved the delicate curve of her body. Caressing her sides, his head pressed against hers, he whispered, “Get on your knees for me, Kitten.”

Tissaia shuddered a little and turned around, positioning herself on her knees and elbows. He moved behind her, dragging his fingertips along her spine. Grabbing her ass, he massaged her a little before his palm came down hard on her backside, the sound echoing in the room with her sharp cry. Vilgefortz pushed at her opening, teasing her and sliding the head of his cock against her slick folds. She made an impatient little noise, and he smiled. 

With a sudden, long thrust, he was inside her again, as deep as he could be, making her scream again, just like he had done many times during the night. He was going slower than before, he figured she needed something more gentle now. Just before he completely pulled out, he pushed back into her again, and her deep moans were his reward. Tissaia reached forward, her hands grabbing the pillows and her hips moving against him.

“Yes, love, arch your back for me.” He panted while gripping her hips. Continuing to take her hard, he finally let the thoughts that bothered him so much burst from his lips. “Mine,” he said between deep breaths. Her hips jerked a little, and she got louder as the sweet ache started to build in her. “Mine,” he repeated. 

He reached down and grabbed a hold of her hair as he pulled her up to his chest. One hand still held her waist, the other her neck, and he bit down on her shoulder. She made a sharp cry and moved her fingers between her legs.

“Say it, love. You’re mine.” Vilgefortz whispered against her ear. Moaning louder as her pleasure grew, he tightened his hold on her neck, and she gasped. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her fingers moved faster, and she felt him tensing a little. Before he could choke her, he let go of her neck and pushed her back down. Holding her hips with both hands again, he was waiting for her to finish before he followed her. 

“Say it again,” he had a hard time forming words now; his breathing was labored and his movements more sharp.

“Gods,” she breathed into the pillows, “I’m yours.” He picked up the pace and felt her legs shake. “Faster, oh Gods, Vil, I’m yours, ” she still teased herself with her fingers, and he obliged, thrusting into her with quicker moves. Tissaia’s body tensed a moment before the built-up tension from her belly engulfed her. She cried into the pillows as her walls clenched around his cock, squeezing him so tight that he couldn’t hold back anymore. His movements became a bit spasmodic, and before long, he groaned as he poured his seed deep inside her. He made a few more thrusts, emptying himself completely. 

He pulled out and watched as the white liquid dripped from her opening, and in that animalistic, primal moment, he felt like he had made his claim. Not that he hadn’t done it many times before, but right then, it felt so right. He claimed her, just as she claimed him.

Tissaia turned around and he lay down next to her. She rested her head against him. Their bodies were heated, and they were covered in sweat. Vilgefortz kissed the top of her head and quietly said, “You are mine, and I am yours.”

“You are mine, and I am yours,” she repeated, looking into his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him - his lips, his face, his jawline - anywhere she could. She loved the feeling of his beard against her lips. She chuckled and looked up at him with a teasing smile. It was his time to raise his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get jealous more often.” She smirked and kissed him - a long and lingering, sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t jealous.” Vilgefortz protested, but she laughed once more. “I mean it,” he insisted, but even his voice betrayed him.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered against his soft lips as he embraced her. “I don’t mind that you get jealous from time to time.”

[bathsaltsmcgee]

My thoughts on HH and some other stuff, too

Wow, y'all. Just... just Wow.

Okay, first off, I just wanted to say that I am absolutely blown away by the sheer amount and scope of all the attention that I've gotten this past week or so regarding my story BtM. I was truly not expecting that, and for my readership to explode exponentially since the last time I posted, it's amazing to me the number of followers I've gained, the people who've stopped by to say hello, the messages, the comments, the subscriptions and favorites, the everything else, and I just wanted to say thank you.

Reading everyone's reactions and seeing them get so excited and hyped up about something that I truly care about really makes writing worth it.

So, I'm thrilled that everyone's having so much fun. :D I know I am!

Anyway, I've had a couple people reach out to me, requesting my thoughts regarding the first season of Hazbin Hotel, and I thought to myself, 'Oh, why not?'

So, here we are.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed it. The animation was crisp and pretty to look at, the songs were absolute bops, as was the background soundtrack, the overarching narrative was interesting, and the characters, barring a few notable exceptions here and there- *cough* icky moth man who needs squished flat with a metal cleat and the world's first grandiose malignant narcissist- were quite enjoyable.

They were all well written, of course, but, good Lord, some of them were just truly heinous people.

I think, out of that of all of the new characters to which we were introduced in the series that didn't hold speaking roles in the pilot, I think my favorite was a tie between Rosie and Emily. Rosie was exactly who I hoped she'd be, Dolly Levi with a dash of Mary Poppins- she even gave out her business card to that one cannibal lady like Dolly did all the time in 'Hello Dolly'- and Emily was such an adorable little bean. We need more of both those ladies in the future.

The biggest surprise out of the whole show for me, though, was finding out that the hotel actually worked. I genuinely was not expecting that, and I suspect that the exercises that Charlie was making everyone do didn't really do that much, but the situations in which the characters found themselves and how they chose to react to those situations because of their experiences at the hotel were what really clinched it in the end.

I'm very proud of Pen, though. Good for you, man. Goin' out like a champ and getting into Heaven by total accident. Well done.

Mind you, I did have a few gripes here and there, such as the rushed nature of the pacing, but I doubt that I'm alone in that particular camp. The pacing of the overarching narrative was a bit rushed for my taste, and when I'm watching a show, I would prefer not to feel at the end of it like I was in the middle of a caffeine bender.

If I'm going to do that, I'll drink two pots of coffee, follow it up with a latte, and see where it goes from there.

It was almost like deciding to make soup, but not adding any water to the condensed can, so it ended up way too thick and not nearly as smooth as it could've been, had the water been included.

Had they taken the same amount of plot and spread it out over twelve episodes, instead of just eight, it would've been a bit more evenly balanced, and we might have gotten more character moments and interactions to really sell the growing bonds between the main cast, which would've made the other narrative points that much more powerful, such as Pen's noble sacrifice.

However, the number of episodes was probably down to studio constraints and the bigwigs decision to keep the series compressed because money, so I won't hold that against the production team.

That's just business. It happens. No big deal.

So, all in all, it was a fun little romp. Alastor is still my favorite character, because he's just so interesting and multifaceted, and by the end of the season, I had far more questions about him than I did answers.

This is a good thing, though.

I'd be disappointed if he were too easy a character to read.

There's a lot going on there with him, and his morality is too grey and muddled with far too many unknown factors to make a definitive take on him just yet. I still think that my initial understanding of him is on the right track, such as his MO, but I am curious to see where this goes in the official narrative.

So, yes, I will be staying tuned for the next season.

However... just curious here.

Are we really going to have to wait another two years for the next season?!

Because I heard a rumor circulating that that was the case, and I'm kind of hoping that's not accurate.

[ficsforeren]

Hey Kana! I've been a fan of your writings since the past year and I just wanted to say I love them and the way you reply to your asks ❤️ I just wanted to ask a question. How do you deal with the hate comments? Like doesn't it hurt when someone questions your writings? I'm kinda a baby when it comes to tumblr and I just received my first hate comment and it felt really bad. I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you. I just felt like you're someone I should consult about this.

Hello, darling! Thank you so much for sending me a message and you're not bothering me at all! I'm happy that you reached out to me! I don't think I'm the best person to seek advice from but I'll try my best to help! It gets a bit long under the cut, I'm sorry 😭

I have received a few hate comments in the past when I just started writing. Some of them were pretty traumatizing ngl and I had to take like a year break because of it 🥲 so I know how you feel and how upsetting it is. I'm so sorry that this happened to you, sweetheart 😭I'm sending you the biggest hug right now. Nobody in the world deserves a hate comment, especially when you're a writer/artist who creates stuff for free.

I just checked your blog to see the hate comment you were referring to (I hope you don't mind 😭) and I saw that some anon was mad because you wrote a smutty fic involving a character that's still a minor in canonverse.

Now, honey, I'm 10000000% on your side because a) it's your fic, your work, your blog, as long as you've put up some warnings, you can write whatever the hell you want. b) you've aged them up in your fics but even if you didn't age them up in your fics, that still doesn't make it okay for these people to be rude and attack you for it cause they're FICTIONAL. These characters are not real people with real life problems, they're literally just a bunch of drawings. That anon is spending their energy defending lines on paper and hurting a real person in the process.

Tbh I feel like this happens pretty often no matter what fandom you're in and I find it super weird that some people are actually upset about this. It's fiction! It's not real! And it's not like you support the stuff that's happening in the story! Like if you write about character A killing someone, it doesn't make you a murderer. It doesn't mean you support the act. If you write about incest, it doesn't mean you want to sleep with your dad or your brother. It's simply just for the plot, to make the story interesting. To share your ideas and be creative about it. And, the most important thing is, you're not forcing these people to read your fics, are you? They decided to read them on their own. And if you already wrote the warnings and they CHOSE to ignore them, that's their fault. It's like you see a bowl of hot peppers and you know they're spicy as hell but you choose to eat them anyway and when your tongue is on fire, you get angry "WHY IS THIS THING SO SPICY" like what????

A message for that anon: When you read stuff you don't like (stuff that someone wrote for FREE, stuff that someone spent hours or days creating it), the easiest thing you can do is just close the tab. Literally it takes zero energy to do it. Don't attack these writers with hate comments. Don't hurt their feelings. You don't know how hard they've worked on the story, their struggles in real life, or how insecure they are about their writing. One bad comment and they might stop writing forever, even when it's something that brought them comfort before. There are millions of other fics out there that you can read. Just scroll away and move on.

[slashingdisneypasta]

So, you're feeling gay, huh? 😏

Imagine that while you're with your Evil Queen, you two have to keep things secret (for now, she reassures you) because being gay back then was considered unholy. So as far as the historians in the future court knows, you two are just good friends... As such, one of the men felt like they had every right to walk up to you and ask you to walk with him around the castle gardens. You can see in his eyes that he's not interested in the stroll or the garden, and all you can think about is how enraged Grimhilde must be right now. (I know that since she has all the power, Grimhilde could have probably very easily been gay with you in public. I just like the forbidden secrecy that comes with historic gay lovers.)

Imagine with Cruella, you two got into an argument that day. Not too bad, but you two are still angry at each other. And you just so happen to be a spiteful bitch; Cruella says you can't do better than her? Let's see how she'd like you flirting with another model or designer at some formal event you guys had to attend (bonus points if the one you were flirting with particularly gets on Cruella's nerves. Whether that be because they're an oaf or they're a rival designer).

Remember that Jane the Killer x bisexual!Reader drabble you wrote? Imagine that for your guys' anniversary, you have your own 'prom night' with her since you didn't get to go with her that night. Maybe you guys decorate your house or a small part of the Slender forest, you get a mix tape or a playlist ready, your guys' best attire for the night on, and just dance together. Just the two of you enjoying each other's company with the luxury of privacy.

Imagine providing Reba the big break from people she needs. You bring by some of your guys favorite alcohol so you don't have to go out to the bar (or just any drink of your choosing. Reba can't drink on work nights anyway), grab one or two of your guys' favorite dumb movies to watch, order some takeout, and just relax with your tired milf girlfriend ^^

This one is a bit more self-indulgent on my end and kind of more like an idea for a fanfic (I like coming up with plots for mult-chapter X reader stuff, even though I know I'll never get down to writing them xD). Imagine that you were intended to be one of the annual Halloween victims of the Firefly family, but Baby took a liking to you. And you quickly took a liking to her. She was so much more fun and lively than your let-down of a boyfriend. During her Halloween show, and Baby gets to the part where she flirts with the boys in the crowd, she instead goes to you.

That's all I got right now. Soft stuff for the horror icons, and drama/kinda darker stuff for the Disney gals XD (idk why but it's easier for me to imagine mainly darker stuff for Disney, and mainly fluffy stuff for horror). I hope this provided the homo-serotonin you needed ^^

Oh my god these were a blessing to wake up to!!!

Evil Queen: Oh my goodness. Imagine this happens in court; Like, the throne room. And there's Hilda on her throne, sitting regal and bored and ready to poison someone, and there's you at her side looking as if you're asking her if she needs anything but really you two are just chatting- when Antony, this Nobel dude, strolls over and (First of all greets the queen. Then- ) asks you for a walk right in front of Hilda. Right in front of her two eyeballs. Less then a foot from her feet. Disgusting; How dare.

You immediately go to accept, for appearances like she's always talking about, but she immediately demands (Bluntly, and rudely, just as you're reaching for Antony's hand) for you to go fetch her a mug of ale.

Antony and you look at her (Him like 'Oh no, oh damn, the queen needs something. I better piss off, bye bye- ' and you like 'Are you serious??') and Hilda just gives a dainty shrug, like 'I'm very parched'.

Cruella De Vil: This is amazing XDD I love reader being a spiteful bitch with Cruella XDD Imagine you flirt with ALONZO to get on her nerves XD Like, he is so pathetic- and so easy- and Cruella hates him so much for being such a gross sycophant with her.

Plus, this means that instead of schmoozing other brands like you're there to do, you are hanging out in a corner with the 'help', which really pisses Cruella off. She tries to demand (/threaten) you go talk with some CEO's at the drink table, but you just give her a dainty shrug and an evil smile. You absolutely love pissing this woman off. She's terrifying and mean and its addictive. "I'm actually having a great time with Alonzo! Did you know he breeds chickens at home?" "Ugly, pathetic creatures are chickens." "Well, I want to learn more about it. But please!- be free to go talk to those men over there on your own ^^ You have my permission ^^ "

Jane The Killer: Yes I remember this!! I was genuinely quite proud of that one ^^ And ohhhh, this is so so sweet <3

(Note, I'm running out of time as I respond to this- I have to go to work XD So it's not that I like these ones less, it's that I don't have time to write a whole lot in responce!!! )

Reba: REBAA reba reba. We need to talk about her so much more, she is so cool <3<3<3 AND THIS SOUNDS SO GOOD XD I need this, haha XD Imagine sitting with her, your legs Twisted up with eachother onto of the coffee table and you're making fun of a beloved dumb movie together <3<3<3 Ahhh I love this so much ^^

Baby Firefly: Like I've said before, self indulgence is very very welcome here!! ^^ And I love this idea! And you would be so in her trap because like- just look at her, Baby is so so pretty and so sweet (Sometimes XD) ^^ <3 <3 <3 If she treated me how she treated that guy from the Office, I would be soooo very dead XD 😅😅😅

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Sorry if this is weird but I saw on the tags of one of ur reblog’s that you’ve been thinking about c!phil in the qsmp and can you expand on that??

I’ve genuinely been thinking about this for WEEKS as well and I’d love to hear ur headcanons!! Only if you want to ofc!!

Oh sure, I'd love to!! (SUPER long post incoming, hope you're ready lmao.)

Honestly they're not so much headcanons as they are ideas for plot?? I like writing, so a lot of my ideas are in the form of stories. The main reason I haven't attempted a fic yet is bc I don't have Enough plot to make anything atm, I've only got random scenes.

ANYWAY. c!Phil in qsmp. I'd probably take c!Phil as he is shortly after c!Techno's passing and chuck him into the qsmp story in the little bit of lore-downtime between the spiderbit wedding and when the election stuff started kicking up (but it's been announced by this point). It’s just so that I don't have to worry about working him into any major story arcs. Missa and q!Wilbur are also there because I said so.

The main thing I have in mind is just c!Phil seeing how different the community is on the island relative to his world---how united the island is, how alive the island is. People have waystones directly connecting each other to their bases and central areas; they drop in on each other all the time. People's comms buzz constantly as full conversations take place over global chat instead of through whisper-messages. There are security doors and reinforced walls but they're not necessarily to keep other islanders out; people share passcodes and access keys for emergencies. Everyone seems to know and trust each other despite the mysterious (and sometimes dangerous) circumstances they find themselves in.

In c!Phil's quiet, post-post-post-Doomsday world, where most were scattered to the wind or went into hiding, this would be a serious shock for him. I think it would take him a bit of time (and quite a bit of reassurance from q!Missa and q!Phil) for him to adjust to the fact he doesn't need to put a hand on his weapon every time someone gets a little too close. He'd probably be a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and how inviting they are (introvert/isolationist moment). q!Phil (also introverted and isolative by nature) would clock this Immediately and come up with excuses for c!Phil whenever he clearly needs a break. Suddenly being around so many people, especially after c!Techno's passing...it would be draining.

What else... Oh, the "tttt" system! I have a whole Idea(TM) about this scene so I won't say too much here but c!Phil marveling at how everyone shows up to help. Again, the whiplash.

Also, hearing about the upcoming elections would give him an immediate shot of anxiety. Like, someone mentions the elections and c!Phil's face goes white. Yeah. Elections and community division are what led to him making the worst decision of his life (killing his son---though c!Wilbur's downward spiral started long before the elections). He hates to think that this loving community could be corrupted like L'Manburg's was. Before he's sent back to his homeword, he definitely takes the time to warn them about the potential danger they're running into.

OH! And the Technoblade shrine Tallulah made! Again, I've got a whole Scene about the Technoblade shrine in my head, so I'll keep this brief as to not just write out the whole scene (lmao), but I think he would really appreciate it. In his world, c!Techno had a lot more enemies than friends, so seeing how cherished c!Techno’s memory is in this world (cherished by q!Phil, by Chayanne, by Tallulah, by everyone who has heard the stories about Phil's old friend) would probably be so...relieving for c!Phil, who has felt so alone in his grief. (Of course, he has c!Niki and c!Ranboo to grieve with him back in his world, but again---hardcore isolationist. It would be a long time before he felt the motivation to reach out.)

I have a few other small details floating around (talking to q!Wilbur, the fancy "technology"/mods on the island, using paragliders to pseudo-fly, complaining about the tropical weather, the dubious existence of q!Kristin, anarchist solidarity, interactions with Chayanne and Tallulah, and so on) but I've laid out the meat of it.

God this post got long lmao. Clearly I need to get to writing that fic. Thanks for letting me ramble at ya! If you’ve got any ideas u wanna share, send em my way! No pressure to respond to this at all ofc I know this is a Lot. Thanks for the ask :D

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[OOC] Let's talk about a very common and very general issue, which is the foundation of pretty much all the problems in the RPC (at least in my opinion, then hey, I could be wrong, but this is how I see it).

People use the excuse "RPing is a hobby" to act like selfish assholes towards the people who are not their besties or favourites or whatever.

I could write a whole essay about this, but I'm gonna sum it up because I doubt that anyone wants to see me going on a 2k words rant on dash xD

Taking care of your mental health, assure your comfort and prioritise your issues is legit and valid. Everyone has the right to do it because yes, this is a hobby. Real life comes first, and I'm a firm believer of this.

However, this doesn't give you the right to enact a certain series of behaviours because that's not creating your safe space, that's being a self-entitled JERK. Here's some example

Letting OTHER people do all the work when it comes to initiate interactions. And this include: coming out with plot idea, writing starters, sending memes, reaching out in general

Linked to the point above, sending a meme takes literally five seconds, so there is no excuse for NEVER sending one to people. I'm not talking about interaction memes, because if you don't want extra threads, that's completely understandable. But mun memes, HC memes, things that can be left as a one-shot, etc? You should spend those FIVE SECONDS to send something in. Especially if the other person does it with you

And that leads me to a more general point: taking people for granted. I don't know where this idea comes from, but a lot of RPers just assume that their mutuals / followers will keep on feeding them stuff without them having to raise a finger in return. That's NOT how it works. RPing is a two-ways street and sooner or later people get fed up and leave. And then said people wonder why no one wants to interact with them -insert long eyeroll-

Crying for attention on main and trying to guilt-trip people. Guilt-tripping is ALWAYS wrong, no matter the context. It's a fucking asshole move and that's were people should shove it. That said, feeling down about low interactions is normal, we've all been there. But how about actively looking for them instead of sitting on your ass and waiting for them to fall in your lap?

Posting replies always and anyway at your convenience, without giving a shit about people who OPENLY SAY that they are struggling. You wanna get that particular draft done? Cool, your free to do it, nothing against that. But instead of dumping it without a care in the world, how about scheduling it so that it posts in a week? It's not that hard.

...I could go on, but I want. Instead I'll put down what I think are easy basic rules NOT to be a selfish asshole: pull your weight, try to match people's efforts, keep your mutuals' biggest needs in mind, show interest.

And the most important of all: DON'T BE A FUCKING ASSHOLE.