#I know this is super cringy I’m sorry

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Shitty ass tribute edit to celebrate Elden ring winning the game awards ig

[lilithinstarlight]

Hi hi! This is the person who requested the Freminet x seacreature!Reader! I saw you were interested in anons and was wondering if I could be considered 🍰 Anon?

Yippie! 🎉🎉

Also sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I’m on the verge of passing out rn 😭🙏

Here's my request? (These are becoming more of me just rambling about scenarios 😔😔) : Lyney x Secretive!Reader

(Ik you just did a Lyney related post but I love this little guy <3 (I'll try being more diverse next time)

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Imagine;

Lyney is taking a walk around town, he isn’t sure how he got here nor why he is here but it’s peaceful. Well until he sees someone dressed in all black from head to toe (I imagine something like a veil on their face as well but that’s not as important) to say it was weird is an understatement.

He doesn’t know how to feel about the person it definitely wasn’t something you’d normally expect someone to dress like. They sat near a café and were reading some kind of book, but it wasn’t like they paid him any mind. So he continued with his stroll, but when passing by he was stopped suddenly.

Lyney looks back to see them holding their wrist, but before he make any attempt at discussion they let go. They shift a small envelope into his hands, stands up, and walks off. It takes him a couple of seconds to understand what happened, but by the time he realizes Reader has already left…

(The letter can be anything you wish it to be :3)

It’s been a couple of weeks/months and it seems Reader had simply vanished until Lyney finds himself strolling around after a show once more. He finds himself wandering near the café he saw the mysterious person awhile ago highly expecting them to not be there once again. However he is shocked to find the person doing the exact thing as before- reading a book.

He hops into the seat next to them wishing for answers especially after reading that letter. He has been analyzing it for hours before night, looking for any second message, anything that could indicate something specific. He yet to find such a thing and he needs answers…now.

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And that is where I’ll let your mind go wild! >:3 Answer however you wish, will they be strangers? Will they be enemies? Will they be secret lovers?

What shall they be….only you can decide >:D

(I’m sorry that probably sounds so cringy 😔 I promise I’m kinda normal I’ve just been obsessed with choose your own adventure games recently)

HELLO!!!! I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! Also!!! bc i've been so busy at school i don't think i'll be able to keep this blog running... i'm super sorry but education yknow....

ANYWAYS it's totally not cringy! ur request is under the cut! :)

Though the sunlight was beginning to fade and the sky was painted in beautiful sorbet shades of an orange-to-purple mélange, Lyney found himself wandering between the silver coated houses of the more suburban areas of Fontaine.

His fingers traced the cold metal of the homes as he walked, and he softly hummed to entertain his mind. His siblings would surely be beginning to worry, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not yet. Something was... calling him.

"Ah!"

Lyney could feel his hands gripping the pavement as he let out a yelp. Looking down, he saw he had tripped on a set of stairs. Looking up, a young person sat, face hidden by a near-opaque veil. They were reading a book - Les Fleurs du Mal - and did not spare a single glance towards him as he picked himself up and dusted his clothes off. He wasn't hurt, so he decided to continue.

That person...

He shook his head. Not his business.

One step after the other, Lyney was almost completely gone from the cafe.

And then, he stopped. A cold, dry hand was clasped around his wrist. He whipped around, jerking his arm away, and saw that same veiled figure.

He opened his mouth to ask, but they slipped a note into his other hand and proceeded to run the direction he was about to head. Clearly, they had no desire to be followed.

Unable to stop his curiosity, Lyney stepped to the side of one of the houses and began to quietly and slowly open it, glancing from side to side.

To The Man in the Large Hat -

Though I am hesitant to help your kind, I feel obligated to inform that your bowtie was dropped as you fell. Please do not attempt to thank nor contact me in any way.

That was the end. His bowtie? He looked down at his shirt. Just as the letter said, he had dropped it. The more ominous bit, however, was the mention of 'your kind'. Could they have meant...

Fath-

This wasn't worth dwelling on. He turned, ignoring the lost bowtie, and began to run back home.

---- 1 Month Later ----

Only minutes ago the curtains had closed and Lyney had bowed to his loyal, loving audience for what had to have been the hundredth time. He still loved it, though by the end of such shows he was too tired to do much else but wander.

A left here, a right there, a magician always finds his way back home. Directions were never a concern. He let his feet take him where they needed to go, trusting his body and his intuition.

Today, they took him to a street with silver homes and intricately designed pavement.

The moment he noticed, he stopped in his tracks.

One month ago, this had been where he had met the person who had given him the letter. The person who had caused countless sleepless nights, spent poring over black ink and stained paper, short dreams filled with flowers and books - les fleurs du mal? - before waking up to start the cycle all over again. They had a certain beauty to them, despite none of their features being visible, something to do with the charm of mystery and the allure of the unknown. The same thing that lead scientists to discoveries and adventures to lands undiscovered had infected him, yet only for this veiled enigma... like a kind virus, one already embedded into the human condition.

Lyney squeezed his palms to bring himself back to reality. He hadn't seen or heard anything about this person after that one night, not even from his siblings, whose quiet nature lead to observances like this. Was he going to let one strange moment control his behavior? No, he decided, and he continued walking.

Making sure to watch the pavement this time, he calmly put his right foot forward, calmly let his clenched palms relax, and calmly walked up the stairs that led to the cafe.

The moment he turned towards the tables, he physically recoiled, jumping back like a wounded dog.

The writer was calmly sitting at a cafe table, steaming drink in hand, large book splayed across the table.

Archons. He knew they had specifically directed him never to talk to them... but he couldn't just let all those night go to waste. He had to get answers. He braced himself and tentatively walked towards the table.

He began to pull out a chair, and the person ignored him. He sat down, and was ignored. He leaned in, still no response. Fine.

"Hello there! It's nice to meet you again."

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You turned slowly to look at him. Was that the horrible Fatui child? What did he want with you? It was better just to get this over with, you supposed.

You sighed, and asked, "Did you read my letter?"

"Yes. And what a charming letter it was! How kind it was of you to point my bowtie out to me. Really, I just wanted to ask one question..."

"I don't want to hear it," you said with a tone of finality. You didn't care if he sent some Fatui goons after you - you could fight.

"Well, please, just hear me out! I need to know what you meant by... 'your kind'. Don't try to be soft-"

"Fatui." You cut him off. He knew damn well what you meant.

"Um," Clearly uncomfortable, he shifted in his chair, "Well, I appreciate the honesty! But, while I do know that many dislike us, we're a bit misunderstood. See, Father, who runs the House of the Hearth-"

"I said that I didn't want to hear it. Either shut up or scram."

"Is there... Is there, well, some sort reason you're opposed to us?" he asked. It seemed like a genuine question. Focalors, you hated how genuine he seemed.

"Yeah. You killed my mom." Bluntness seemed the best here. If this kid (you refused to call him by whatever his name was, even if you did seem around the same age...) was really somehow blind to the damage the Fatui did, you'd hammer it into his tiny brain.

"Oh..." he set his hands on the table, "I... I'm really sorry... about that."

You sat in silence for a minute. He was trying to figure out what to say. Some sort of excuse, probably.

"You know, I don't agree with all the actions we take. But, you see, I don't really have a choice. Father took me in when me and my siblings had nowhere else to go, so I'm obligated to be loyal and protect my home..."

Yeah. Excuses.

"But, I guess... I know how it feels... to lose a parent..." He chuckled. "I'm not good at this emotional stuff. But I wanna help."

Wait, what?

"I can't do anything that's going to put the Fatui or the House at risk... But I want to help. I want to show you that we're not all bad."

You looked up at him, surprised. Were you sure this man was even in the Fatui? He seemed much too kind. Though, it could always be an act, in order to gather information on potential threats.

Screw it, what did you have to lose?

"Well..." you started, and he looked at you expectantly, "You can start by spotting me for this coffee. I left my Mora at home." He smiled triumphantly.

"I promise, I'll show you!"

---1 Year Later---

You waited, in your veil, on the side of the House where Lyney was having a meeting with his Father. Sure, it was dangerous. But you loved it, and fine, you loved him.

The doors pushed open, and your public-enemy-private-boyfriend stepped out.

"I see you've been spying on enemy territory?" he prompted with a laugh. You nodded, smiling, though it wasn't visible under the fabric.

Once he walked down close enough for you to speak quietly, you whispered, "Like you haven't been doing that since we met."

[wvnrqs]

dates with txt.

pairings txt members x fem reader genre fluff

📁 now playing .. tinnitus - txt

yeonjun - he would be really romantic and would take you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. "m’lady" he said, smiling at how happy you are munching down on your food. "this is literally amazing!" "just like you princess." he would flirt shamelessly with you and loved seeing you burst into a flustered embarrassed mess. you both take a long car ride after dinner and jam to music together while the windows are rolled down, the night is cool and you are holding hands. the date would end with him kissing your hand like you’re a princess and he’s your prince ★

📁 now playing .. sugarcoat - natty

soobin - he’d be really nervous because he’s a shy introverted bby. you would have a cozy home date where he goes to your house and cooks your favourite food for you. "mm, this is so good! i didn’t know you were such a good cook!!" "it’s nothing…" he blushed. you would watch a romcom together while eating chips but you end up nodding off and sleeping on his shoulder. "love you," soobin whispered as he stared at your adorable face, hesitating befroe kissing your forehead. he cuddled with you and you both slept on the surprisingly comfy couch.

📁 now playing .. fast forward - jeon somi

beomgyu - he would take you to an amusement park and would be even moree silly because he was super nervous deep down. "what about that rollercoaster?" he pointed to the tallest, scariest ride you have ever seen. "t-that one?? but-" of course, beomgyu was already dragging you over to the ride. you ended up screaming and gripping his hand so tightly your knuckles turned white. "that was literally the worst thing i’ve ever ridden on." beomgyu chuckled lightly and ruffled your hair like you were a kid. "i’ll buy some ice cream to make it up to you." you both shared an ice cream and went home after he piggybacked you home from the bus stop !

📁 now playing .. dance with me - beabadoobee

taehyun - he’d bring you ice skating for the first time (but don’t worry, it’s his first time too). he would be an ace at it while all you managed to do was fall while running on the snow. your frustrated self burst out, "i can’t do this anymore!" taehyun laughed at your obvious struggle and glided gracefully over to help you. he was guiding you along when you slipped and fell (i’m sorry this is so cliché) right into his arms. he caught you with ease and tried his best not to laugh at you because you were probably about the most pathetic beginner skater he’s ever seen (time to call sunghoon as a replacement ice skate teacher). he bought you a snack that you happily munched on to make up for all the times he teased you.

📁 now playing .. 4EVER - clairo

huening kai - he’d set up a whole picnic for you at a park for a late morning breakfast. he prepared a whole meal for you and it was surprisingly the best thing you’ve ever tasted. it was breezy that day, and the park was right next to the beach! after eating and chatting casually, you both took a leisure walk on the beach. it soon resorted to kai splashing water at you and promptly ruining your summer clothes. "hey!" you ran to splash kai back and the romantic walk on the beach ended up as a water fight. you were so loud (you screaming and kai cackling) even the children building sandcastles stopped to stare at you both weirdly. after the hectic water fight, you sat down and competed to see who’s sandcastle was better because you both were the most competitive people ever to exist. kai let you win in the end because he felt bad about ruining your clothes.

🫧 little note - i deeply apologise if this was cringy, cliché or just bad. it’s my first time writing these 😭 i’m very open to constructive criticism / comments! lmk if you want more like these

[bellaxgiornata]

hiiii

this might seem like a bit of a weird ask, but you seem super nice and i thought it would be okay if i asked you ! (also sorry if this is long)

i’ve been part of the daredevil fandom for a long time and i’ve been writing about dd for over a year and a half now. before i was writing for this fandom, i wrote fanfic about an entirely different genre for like 10+ years. when i was in the other fandom i wrote exclusively on wattpad, and i made a lot of online friends and was a part of writing communities and it made the experience so much better ! but since i changed directions (and started posting on ao3 first and wattpad second) i’ve had a hard time getting into the dd community.

i’m still new to using tumblr for fanfic so i haven’t posted anything of mine here/ followed many writers here (and i’m working on that !). but i was wondering if you had any advice on how to start chitchatting with other people in the fandom ? it feels super cringy for me to be like “i love your work, maybe you’d like mine !” bc i don’t want people to think i’m just trying to promote myself (i promise i’m not). but i miss being involved in online writing communities. it was one of my favorite things in the other fandom and now i’m struggling to find a place here. i try to respond to comments and have reached out to one or two writers before but it didn’t really go anywhere /:

so, tldr; do you have any advice on getting into the writing community/ making friends in the daredevil fandom ?

(and side note i love your work and have been reading your stuff almost as long as i’ve been writing— i’ve reread FFTD so many times and CANNOT WAIT for more updates on TDAYW and ATY !)

thank you !! sorry again this was so long

Hey friend!! This is actually a really great question that I'm sure you're not alone in wondering about! I definitely agree with you though, making friends in the fandom makes the experience so much more enjoyable. I used to write on FFN until I took a couple of years break from fanfic when I was in grad school. I had never made friends in fandom back then because I hadn't found communities and ways to accomplish that via FFN. Even when I came back to fic on AO3 and shortly after I started writing for Matt, I hadn't made friends right off the bat. But I always tried to respond to comments on my stories which is when I started to realize how fun the community was.

My answer is going to be long, so I'm going to put it below the cut! Also anyone else here reading this, if you have tips for making friends, please feel free to share them!!

Honestly tumblr I think is the way to go for making friendships. I have never used wattpad so I can't speak to the way it is set up, but AO3 doesn't quite allow for that too well because we can only communicate via comments. Tumblr gives so many more opportunities to meet lots of others and comment or send messages or share others' content with reblogs.

It's totally not necessary to share your stories on here, but I think that does help. Or to maybe even just promote your updates on your other platforms with links. Because it gives people an opportunity to come here and talk about your stories with you. But I think content creators, whatever you're making, probably make friends a little easier because we are providing something for others to (hopefully) interact with and consume.

As for reaching out to others, I cannot speak to how everyone would react because I know we all have different boundaries, but I think commenting/comment reblogging regularly on writer's or artist's work that you like is a good start. Or sending friendly messages or asks to someone. Just always be sure to be friendly and respectful.

I personally tend to notice the people I'm always seeing chatting in my notifications and then have made friends that way. It just seems like a natural progression if you're often talking to some people, conversations start to shift outside of just that content. Maybe to the show and then to other things. It's how I also tend to interact with others on here in order to make friends; commenting and sharing their work, sending asks or participating in their events, sending a message with something nice in it.

Though I agree, I think your initial comments to someone shouldn't be something about coming to read your work because it feels pressuring. I had a negative experience with that and didn't know how to handle that when I first got into the fandom and it made me uncomfortable because I never want to be rude or hurtful. So instead, maybe find ways to relate as a writer if you see them talking about writing in general, or other ways to make a comment that mentions that you also write. If they have time and want to read your work they will! And if not, that's okay too! I personally have a growing list of TBR and I mean nothing offensive if I can't get to someone's work, I just personally don't have as much time to read for example.

For me, I just sort of fell into making friends on here because of my writing. And I met so many other talented artists because of that and I've become "fans" of them as well and have had friendships form that way. And it's not just content creators, I've made friends with many wonderful people in the community who are reading my works too! It's fun to chat and dissect the show or to relate about other things (I'm a mom and have met other lovely moms here).

So my advice is to just keep reaching out and talking to people! Some conversations might lead somewhere and some might not. And that's okay! Everyone is different. I personally think the Daredevil fandom as a whole is absolutely amazing and full of wonderful and talented individuals who are more often than not open to making friends ❤️ I always am!

And like I said above, for anyone that has any other tips, please feel free to add them!

(And thank you so much!!! ❤️ I'm so glad you enjoy those stories!!)

[farfromrealitypls]

Secret Santa

Summary: What you thought would be the worst Christmas of all time, turned out to become quite the opposite…

Warnings: language if you squint, making out and FLUFF<3

A/n: I said i’d post this beginning of December, but I kept forgetting and then it was so close to be Christmas. So I just waited a few more days. I hope you like it and if you think it’s cringy… I’m sorry:) Merry Christmas!! I hope you have amazing holidays <3

“I’m sorry honey. But this is a very important meeting” your mom tried to explain with a motherly look on her face.

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.

“Who schedules a meeting around Christmas?! You just can’t be serious. Tell me it’s a joke.”

They were joking right? They didn’t just tell you that they gonna leave two days before Christmas to attend a business meeting in Washington.

“Y/n Christmas is just a day like any other day. Yes, it’s unfortunate this year but who do you think pays for our house? Food? Vacation? Investors like Luke Montgomery. So if you want a roof over your head and food on the table, get it together and stop complaining. We’ll leave you some money so you can order food.” Your dad left the room. You rolled your eyes and tried to suck your tears back up.

He was wrong. Christmas isn’t like any other day at all. Christmas was the only time where your parents would be home, relaxed and no business talk AT ALL. It would be all happy family and it meant everything to you, always has. You were aware that your parents work hard to give you this lifestyle, but honestly you didn’t even care about all those materialistic things. Of course it’s nice to be financially stable and live a certain luxury. You wouldn’t consider you and your family as super kooks. But you were doing fine. But they could put you in a barn and you’d be just as happy, as long as you weren’t alone.

“Honey we will celebrate New Years twice as big to make up for the missing Christmas ok? “

Your mom opened her arms and pulled you into a hug. You hesitated but hugged her back.

“It’s not the same mom. Not even close. I don’t care about New Years”

„I‘m sorry honey. It will be fun, I promise“

Your mom wiped away your tears and gave you a warm smile, before following your dad.

Christmas was in two days and your parents just left for the airport. You faked a smile and convinced your mom you’d be ok. Even tho this was just terrible.

You closed the front door and let out a deep sigh. You were so angry and frustrated so you decided to clear your head and go to the country club. Topper would for sure be there. You and Topper have been childhood friends since forever.

Walking in, you immediately heard the familiar voice of Topper Thornton.

“Hey y/n! Come here!” He waved you over.

You made your way over to the table where he was sitting with Kelce. Drinks on the table.

Your bad mood must’ve been obvious because Kelce immediately made a comment.

“Damn what’s up with you? Where is your holly jolly Christmas mood?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t you annoy everyone with cheesy Christmas songs already?“ Topper added.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“No holly jolly me this year… my parents just left. They won’t be home for Christmas.”

“What?! You love Christmas.” Topper said tilting his head.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock! Why do you think I’m in a fucking bad mood”

You didn’t mean to snap at him like that, but your emotions overcame you.

“Woah easy there grinch” Kelce threw is hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry. I- I’m really upset about this” you let your hands drop and picked at your nails.

“I know. Come here.“ Topper got up and came closer.

He pulled you into a hug. And a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I would make you celebrate with me and my family but we’re leaving for Florida tonight”

“No it’s ok. I’ll just order some food and bake cookies or something like that“ you sniffled.

Both boys gave you a soft smile and you haven’t noticed Rafe walking in. Who was now standing next to you. Grumpy looking as always.

You didn’t know what to think about him. He didn’t talk much to you and you were sure he didn’t like you. Just tolerated you because you were friends with Topper. He was just always there. Making sarcastic comments and sometimes giving you a hard time.

When you felt his presents you faced him. Meeting his eyes and immediately wiped away the tears on your cheeks.

“Anyway. I’ll go now. I hope you have fun in Florida Top”

You turned around to leave.

“Yeah. I’ll call you y/n” Top said.

You nodded.

“Bye Kelce” you waved at him.

“Bye y/n. Merry Christmas…” he said, genuinely trying to lighten your mood.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas” you chuckled and sighed deeply. Then you left.

Rafe watched you walk away until he sat down. Joining his friends.

“What’s up with her?” He asked dry.

“Her parents won’t be home for Christmas this year. She’ll be alone and is really upset about that. Sucks. Her parents are barely home anyway.” Top explained.

Rafe sat silent for a few seconds.

“She’ll get over it” he said and poured himself a drink.

Christmas Eve:

You were laying in bed until 4pm before you motivated yourself to get up, just to go downstairs to lay on the couch some more. Wrapping yourself in blankets and realising there wasn’t even a Christmas tree this year.

This was definitely the worst Christmas ever. Even that one time you had to spend Christmas in the hospital was better than this. You had a really bad appendicitis and had to get surgery. But your parents came to visit and spent time with you, watching movies in your room.

You forced yourself to watch some Christmas movies and then decided to order a pizza when it got late. You were watching “home alone” when the doorbell rang, you got up, opened the door and payed the pizza guy.

“Merry Christmas” he said smiling

“Merry Christmas” you replied with a forced smile.

You stood on the porch for a minute when you noticed a small box sitting on the porch bench. You were confused for a second and looked around if you could see anyone near. You picked it up and the tag on it said “Merry Christmas y/n”

Nothing else. You didn’t know who it could be from. It’s not your parents, obviously. You got your Christmas present early from them, it’s gonna be a trip to California.

It’s not from your friends either because you all agreed to just throw money together and go on a trip, instead of buying each other gifts.

The only explanation you had was that Topper maybe wanted to surprise you and told someone to drop this off.

You stopped the thinking and took it inside. You set the pizza on the counter and opened the gift. It was a bracelet with a deer charm on it. It was absolutely beautiful. You held it on front of your face to look at it closer. It was shiny and the little dots on the deers back were little diamonds.

“A deer?” You mumbled to yourself. You couldn’t wrap your head around the deer charm but it made you smile anyway. This is by far the most beautiful piece of jewellery you own and it definitely made your night better. But you were intrigued to find out who it was from, it had to be Topper.

You sat back on the couch and ate your pizza, the rest of the night went by fast and you ended up passing out on the couch, cuddled up and TV still running.

You woke up by the sound of your phone ringing. Whining you grabbed your phone and picked up the call.

“Merry Christmas!!” Toppers voice echoed through your head.

“Merry Christmas Top” you mumbled with closed eyes.

“How’s the mood sleepy head?”

You realised he was on FaceTime and you opened your eyes.

“It’s fine. How is Florida?”

“Oh it’s nice yk, warm”

“Yeah, hey Top?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you give this to me?”

You grabbed the bracelet from the coffee table in front of you and held it into the camera.

You didn’t wanna put it on yet, not before you 100% knew who it was from.

Topper squinted his eyes to have a better look and held his screen closer to his face.

“No? I was gonna bring you something from Florida” he shook his head.

“You don’t know who it’s from?” he added.

“No. It was sitting on the bench on our porch last night. The tag said “Merry Christmas y/n”

“But not who it’s from?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Your secret lover must be some kind of sugar daddy, because that is a really fucking expensive bracelet”

You held it close to your face once more, dangling it in front of your eyes.

“What’s the charm on it?”

“A deer”

“A deer?”

“Yeah”

“I have no clue y/n”

You let out a sigh.

“I think I’ll get a coffee from the new coffee shop and make some pancakes” you said with a soft smile.

“Sounds good. Keep me updated with the Bambi bracelet yeah?”

“Will do. Bye Top. Tell your parents Merry Christmas.”

“I will. Bye y/n”

You hung up and put your phone and the bracelet back on the coffe table.

You got up, stretched and that’s when it suddenly hit you. Bambi bracelet? You immediately had to sit down again.

Bambi was the nickname Rafe gave you a long time ago. But no, this couldn’t be. You physically tried to shake the thought out of your head.

There has to be another explanation. It can’t be from him.

You thought about it for a few more minutes, but Rafe was without a doubt the only person that calles you Bambi. You never understood why but it didn’t really bother you.

And that would be the only explanation for the charm of a deer. It wasn’t like a deer was your favourite animal or Bambi your favourite movie. It just wouldn’t make sense. But there is absolutely no way, Rafe wouldn’t do that. Not for you. He didn’t even like you.

While you got ready to leave the house to get some coffee, you thought about it so much that it gave you a headache. You kept repeating in your head “It’s not from Rafe” All of this made you realise that you secretly wished it was from Rafe.

When you opened the door, the cold air hit you and it felt amazing, almost blowing all those thoughts out of your mind.

You got into your jeep and drove off, “Santa baby” blasting through your speakers.

You parked in front of the shop, got out and walked over to the front door. That’s when you saw Rafe Cameron in front of the shop, leaning on his truck, looking at his phone.

Your heart started racing. Should I ask him? If it really wasn’t him, that would be so embarrassing.

You went back and forth in your own head until you finally found the courage to just go for it. The curiosity was just too big.

You walked up to him.

“Hey Rafe” you said smiling.

He looked up for a second, then looked back down at his phone.

“Hey” he said dry.

“Merry Christmas” you said friendly.

“Merry Christmas” he replied, not looking up from his phone.

He was a douche but he looked absolutely stunning, his hair parting in the middle, falling onto his forehead and wearing a button up that hugged his biceps tightly.

You stood there awkwardly for a while, just looking at him and thinking about a good way to bring up the gift.

“I- last-did you “

You stumbled over your words and Rafe looked up at you confused. He raised one eyebrow when you paused your stuttering to start over.

“Did you put a gift for me on my porch on Christmas Eve?”

“No? Why the hell would I?” He tilted his head and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Are you sure? It’s a bracelet with a deer charm on it.”

You started to feel stupid.

“Well, must be from another lover because it wasn’t me” he said cold, staring into your eyes.

“Right…” you whispered.

You looked at your feet, feeling embarrassed.

“But-“

“Jesus Christ. Just go order your coffee Bambi!”

Rafes eyes widend and he started blushing when he realised what he just said.

“It was you!” You brought out in a high pitched voice. Eyes big and body filled with excitement.

He swallowed and clenched his jaw before talking to you again.

“Alright. Just don’t make a big deal out of it ok? I just didn’t wanna listen to you saying how this was the worst Christmas ever over and over again.” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper, like he didn’t want anybody to hear.

A huge smile crept on your face and you looked at him in awe.

“You didn’t have to Rafe” you said quietly and made a few steps towards him.

“Whatever” he tried brushing it off.

“Can I hug you?”

Before he could answer you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. It took him a few seconds but surprisingly he started to wrap his arms around your waist and squeezed you tightly. He took a deep breath.

Why did that feel so right? He didn’t let go until you did.

You pulled away just enough to look at him, letting your hands glide down his body, stopping at his chest.

He gave you his signature grin and stared into your eyes. His hands still on your waist.

The moment was interrupted when Rose stepped out of the shop, holding two coffe trays in her hands.

“Rafe. Come take one” she commanded.

You let go of him and he walked over and took one of the trays from Rose.

“Y/n! Merry Christmas.” She cheered when she saw you.

“Merry Christmas Rose” you smiled softly.

Rose got into the passenger seat and Rafe handed her the other tray he was holding.

He closed the door and started walking around his car but stopped to walk towards you, pulling you in with one hand around your waist and placed a kiss on your cheek. Without another word he got into his truck and drove off.

Your cheeks were burning and suddenly you didn’t feel cold anymore. Did that really just happen?

You ordered your coffee and drove back home.

While making some pancakes you could still feel his hands on you and kept smiling to yourself. The way he looked at you made your legs feel like jello. You debated if you should call Topper and tell him, but you decided not to.

You spent the day exactly like yesterday. Watching movies, laying on the couch. It was a lonely Christmas, but definitely surprising.

„His heart grew three sizes that day“ you repeated after the narrator. Then your doorbell rang.

You opened the door and almost verbally gasped when you saw the face you’ve been thinking about all day. He stood there, hands in his pockets, hair looking perfect and looking at you in a way that only Rafe Cameron could.

“Rafe?” you said more to yourself than him.

You were so confused by his appearance that you just stood there, holding the door.

“Are you gonna let me in or is there a secret password?” he said sarcastically.

“Oh yeah sorry, come in” you replied awkwardly and stepped out of the doorframe. He walked in and you closed the door.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something.

“I just thought you needed company on Christmas day, since you’ve been alone yesterday” he said like it’s obvious and shrug his shoulders.

Your eyes lit up at his explanation. “Yeah i’d love that” you replied smiling.

“I mean, if you have plans I can-“

“No please stay” you cut him off and he grinned.

He stepped a little closer. “So what were you up to?”

“Just watching movies” you said quietly because him being closer made you nervous.

“Let’s go then” she smiled and stared into your eyes.

You made your way over to the couch. He sat on one end you and you on the other. You threw him a blanket and put on another Christmas movie. You guys giggled, had some snacks and Rafe complained about the cheesiness of all the movies.

You caught yourself staring at him, admiring him. He looked so mesmerising and you imagined yourself laying in his arms, you never thought you would but he didn’t seem scary at all anymore. You imagined what it would feel like to have his huge arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

“I know yout staring” he said grinning, eyes still focused on the TV.

You started blushing and took your gaze off him quickly. Rafe chuckled and then turned his head to look at you. Your eyes met his. You let your eyes wander from his to his body and back to his eyes.

“Come here” he lifted his blanket.

Your heart made a jump and you crawled onto him. His big arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on his chest. You could hear his fasted heartbeat. You took a deep breath. He smelled so good, his cologne was addicting.

You continued watching the movie cuddled up and he started to run his hand through your hair. It made you feel all warm inside and sent a shiver through your spine. Why was he so nice to you out of the sudden?

“Rafe I’m confused” you almost whispered.

“About what?” He whispered back.

“This”

“What confuses you?”

You sat up to look at him.

“I thought you didn’t like me” you said softly.

“Well you thought wrong” a grin appearing on his perfect face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you questioned.

“Why didn’t YOU say anything?” He replied shrugging his shoulders.

“Because I was sure you were gonna reject me”

“There you go. There is your answer” his hand reached up and he gently tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You reached for his wrist and ran your fingers over it and down his forearm. His gaze shifted to the bracelet that was wrapped around your wrist. He grabbed your wrist with his other hand and looked at it closer.

“Do you like it?” he whispered smiling, looking at you.

“I love it.” You smiled back.

He pulled you closer to him by your wrist until you hovered over him. Hands placed on each side of his head. You felt his hands on your waist, giving it a squeeze. You looked at his perfect lips and finally bent down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back and his soft lips made your heart race. Your lips moved in perfect sync and it felt like this was meant to be. You unconsciously moved closer and gently pushed your knee between his legs, which made him let out a low grunt. That sound made heat travel to your core. He ran his big hands softly under your shirt, running his fingers along your sides and over your back. He smiled into the kiss when he realised that you weren’t wearing a bra.

That’s when you suddenly pulled away.

“Are you hungry?” You said out of breath, lips plump from the make out.

“Not for food” his eyes were dark and a wide grin crept on his face.

You cleared your throat and could feel yourself blushing.

“Not even cookies?” your voice cracked.

Rafe scanned your face and realised you weren’t sure of this anymore. He took one hand off your waist and cupped your cheek, running his thumb over it, smiling at you softly.

“You wanna bake some?” he asked.

You nodded and got off him. Both of you got up. You bit your lip and got nervous. What if he’s pissed now?

“I-I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to. I just-“

“You don’t need to explain yourself” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him a little more rough than he intended to.

“That’s not what I came for” he smiled softly.

You leaned against his chest, squishing your face against it. He wrapped both arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head. You looked up at him and he gulped.

“Oh before I forget. What’s with my nickname? Why Bambi?” You asked genuinely curious.

“You do this thing with you eyes. It makes me all nervous and shit.”

“What thing?”

Instead of answering he ignored you and just grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you. You didn’t complain and didn’t bother asking again.

You made your way to the kitchen, put on a Christmas playlist and started baking. You laughed a lot and had a great time. You never knew Rafe could be that way.

He was standing on the opposite side of the counter, looking at the recipe once more while you were mixing some ingredients in the bowl.

Your favourite song came on (Happy Xmas by John Lennon) and you gasped, your eyes lit up and you dropped the whisk.

“What?” Rafe looked at you confused.

“That my favourite song!” You squealed, big smile on your face.

He giggled at your reaction and shook his head.

“Let’s dance!” You cheered.

“Hell no.” He chuckled and looked back down at the recipe.

“Oh come on. Please?” You pouted and stared into his eyes.

“Fuck” he let out in a groan.

“That’s what I meant! You can’t look at me like that” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

You bit your lip, smiling, still holding eye contact.

“Fine c’mere” he held his hand out for you.

You quickly ran around the counter and took his hand, he pulled you in, placing his other hand on your waist. You placed your other hand on his biceps.

You were staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music. It felt like a dream.

“You know, this isn’t the worst Christmas at all.” You confessed.

“Yeah. Could’ve been worse for you than dancing THE Rafe Cameron”

You rolled your eyes and he laughed at his own comment.

Then he spun you around and when he pulled you back in, he crushed his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself as close to him as possible and Rafe slung his arms around you once again.

You both pulled away to look at each other.

“What was on your wish list this year?” You asked, hands sliding down to his chest.

He grabbed your face, softly running his thumb over your lips.

“You”

You looked at him in awe.

“That was so cheesy”

He broke into a grin.

“I know” he chuckled and placed his lips on yours once more.

[my-castles-crumbling]

To Processing Anon

Here's the beginning of your ask so you know it's you!

Honestly I don’t even know how to process all this but first hello Cas :) how are you? Hope you’re doing good, I’m happy for you and getting a new more accepting job!!

TW: SH

Okay first of all, thank you so much! I'm doing well!

Second, I want to take a moment to acknowledge your feelings because everything you're feeling is valid! There's nothing to feel guilty or cringy about- you have a right to your feelings no matter what, but genuinely I understand all of the things you're writing about.

I'm so sorry your family isn't being understanding and is pressuring you. That's a lot to deal with and you have a right to be upset! It sounds super overwhelming!

And the fact that your friend forgot your birthday? Again- You have a right to be upset! I would be too!

As far as being proud of yourself for being clean from SH, of COURSE you should be proud. And if nobody around you can be proud, I'll be proud of you! That's an AMAZING accomplishment.

I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or vent. Remember, it's okay to feel your feelings, and being a teenager doesn;t make your feelings less valid <3

[maah-long]

I read TSaTS, and loved every second of it

I disappeared from social media to do that, and seeing things now, apparently people are hating on the book??? I honestly have no idea why, and honestly, it makes me sad. I wrote those notes as I read it, and never felt the book was weak or messy, and I'll stand on that boat, 100%. I LOVE this book with my entire existence now, and what people are thinking about it won't affect that, I truly hope.

And I've been binge reading all of Riordanverse in the last month, so everything is fresh on my mind.

Anyways, I'll just leave the notes I did here while I read it. Of course, SPOILERS! I read it without getting even one spoiler, and that made the experience unique and much more enjoyable than others I had in the past.

• I LOVED the silly star war discussion in the beginning, even not quite understanding it xD It was so cute and genuine, maybe with some probably thinking it’s cringy!

• WILL TALKING ABOUT HIS PAST 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I really wanted to see more of him and his story, so they just there, chilling and talking about things, forgetting, even if for only a few seconds, how their situation is so cruel… It made me really happy! Hope they’ll be back soon to just relax and be cute… (haha...)

• I hope the tiny snippets about the water Nymph will have its own scene!!! I was dying to know how their love story start, so it needs its own full chapter!!! (now finishing it, that didn't happen, but the scenes got longer!!! So, victory!!!)

• Now the first POV switch (ch 10) …. Sus. Is pretty weird that the what they see does not seem reliable, and right after it each one of them shares a vision were they’re suffering, but the other one is being kinda “selfish”, and not like themselves. I totally think what they’re “living” is not true, but I don’t know when they stopped seeing things right, or what happened to them. Where? Weird. I do know Will wouldn’t just give up, “I can’t be here”, or Nico going “Coward!”. The POVs don’t match, and I’m CONFUSED.

• Of course it’s a demon! And I do think it hilarious how they’re discussing gender norms while the demon is trying to strangle Nico…,,, normal day, I guess? And Will immediately saying sorry to them like, LMAO

• Man, playing Hades and seeing Nyx like this on the Riordanverse is PAINFUL. She’s so gorgeous (STUNNING), calm and mother-like there. And she always has this kinda insane-y vibe here.

• Ah, “‘I’ll always be here”. There it is, they’re getting separated.

• AGAIN? “if Nyx wants your darkness so bad, you can just leave some of it with her! That wouldn’t be so bad.’”. IDK man, I’m thinking this will be more true than they think, I just feel it 😭😭 And more literal than that, too. (here I was thinking about Nico leaving his powers there. I was pretty wrong on that xD)

• I think that addressing Will’s irk towards the underworld is pretty important. I really like how both of them are on different, but pretty understandable sides. After everything we know about the UW, it’s hard to be open and accepting to it. Nico is super related to it, and he knows his father’s palace, so he has a completely different view of it. Will is all about life and light, so it should be even less appealing to him. Man, he NEEDS sun to live, it's literally part of his being. It’s easy to understand his side. But there are good people and beings living there too. It’s almost another universe. It’s Nico home, past, family and history. It probably hurts a lot to see his boyfriend being so contrary to it, basically negating a part of him, and kinda making his thoughts of Will “ignoring the “””bad and scary””” “ parts of him to be able to accept Nico hold place. It’s sad, hope this will get a good development and closure. Too bad I’m pretty sure it won’t be soon….

• Okay! The farm commentary! That made me sad. I think here Nico was a tiny bit too much. I felt the “People farm here?” from Will was genuine confusion. I would picture on my mind automatically growing crops underground. Hey, I killed (and it still saddens me) succulents by keeping them inside my no-that-sunlit bedroom. How would people grow things successfully on the underworld? That totally very much probably is not included in common sense! Will most certainly was not trying to stab Nico or the UW life, just would like some explanations.

•The Mythomagic story in Nico’s past 😭😭😭 The feels, I swear. It was pretty relatable, poor boy. And that was on the last century, too, and I can't imagine how hard it would be to deal with being queer at that age.

•But hey, is Will talking about Hermes’ card there? Does he play Mythomagic?? Do they together?? That would be cute as hell, I hope they do.

•The canoe scenes make me so happy! I loved SO MUCH how they put them in between some painful scenes. It made it easier to breathe and take on the hard parts. One of the things I wanted the most was the backstory of their relationship, and being given ALL the details like that was definitely not what I expected. They’ve been amazing, super super cute.

• And hey, Paolo is queer?? He’s one of my fave background characters, and I really liked that 🫶🫶 Nice rep for us Brazilians, I really appreciate that, lol Really missed seeing more of him! Seeing a mention on this book was unexpected, but nice! Hope he’s getting better at communicating with everyone, hahah

• I LOVE MENOETES! The way this book is showing the nice parts of the underworld too, on contrary of house of hades that was pure hOrOR and pAIN. It was not what I was expecting, and I totally appreciate it, it’s cute. And wait does he grow the nectar and ambrosia? That’s genuinely impressive. He's a pretty cool guy.

• BUT HEY, GERYON? Sorry friend, I’m judgin here. Do hope you’re right saying he’s a changed man……,,,

• Now Persephone’s Garden…. One more time, they’re showing the nice parts of the underworld, and that’s super interesting.

• And the Persephone’s scene? I LOVED it, I think it was so necessary. My image of her was kinda bad ngl, remembering about her older appearances. She seemed a little crazy. But at that scene, the way she spoke with fondness and clarity… It was exactly what Will needed to hear, and it makes me happy to see that she’s much more accepting of Nico. Good times.

• But Anphistemis? That was one hard scene. They getting separated and all, but the worst part was the chaos when they reunited, and how the poor guy was used. I totally see why Will did that, hell, I’d do the same or worse, when it comes to surviving. I just hope that that was not the last time we see Amphitemis.

• COCOA PUFFS!! I love them too!! I kinda thought they were cute since they first appeared, and that made me feel weird. Good to see that they really are nice and petable!!

• The last fight made me so anxious. I'm just happy it's over. I really wanted for Nyx to chill and find some other purpose at the end, but I don't think that would be believable. Kinda sad. And I always liked those children of hern on their other book appearances too!!! Especially Nemesis.

• Bob, oh Bob. He's precious. I truly like this crew SO MUCH. Him, Small Bob, Nico, Will and and the Puffs. They just finally relaxing, free. Oh, that was so rewarding. Good for them!

• I CRIED with Nico's dream. All of his family... That was so warm. Nico deserved that, I really loved it. And good to know Amphis was not forgotten!!

• Nico hugging Chiron!!!! Mr D. being actually super nice!!!! Aw really, I loved this entire ending too. Everyone happy, talking, healing. Endings make me worried, sometimes my judgment of the work changes completely if the ending is bad. This one? No. It was a super nice wrapping.

• PIPEEERRRR!!!! Nico and Piper friends ? I'm super behind that, I love them a lot. I missed Piper! And her talk was so genuine. Full of worries that are pretty relatable too. Very sweet, wish the best to her too. I thought it was me expecting too much to see Piper, but I'm glad to be proved wrong.

• I'm sad Bob already left... I hope it'll still be possible for them to meet sometimes, Bob deserves the best in this new chapter of his life!! While writing this I noticed I didn't mention anything about the trogs. I guess my main impressions about them happened already on Apollo Trials, hahah. But I like them a lot too!!! I was very happy to see they're happy building their little world and society, and making even tastier dishes. Hiss-Majesty is amazing too, and I loved their closure working at the farm xD

• Plus Nico and Will at the ending. Very heart warming moment. Their relationship is super healthy, and I do NOT believe in anyone who says the contrary. Both of them clearly saw where they failed, communicated about that, and deeply, honestly, said that they would seek to do their best. Isn't this the most important thing of it all? They're super happy together, love each others' presence, and looking at their future together fills them with hope. Man, they just left TARTARUS. And now they're stronger, filled with joy about what is to come.

And that's it. Been reading through some other people's thoughts, and well. Sometimes I even wonder if we read the same book. Like people saying the writing is the worst thing they ever read. I literally spent the last 3 days finishing the 3 last ToA books and this one. My friends, it was NOT that different. In particular, comparing to HoO, of course, because of the third person narration.

The only thing different for me was the direct approach about feelings, and about being queer too (probably thanks to Mark Oshiro), and I definitely enjoyed those. Probably because of seeing myself in them too.

I think people are being way too judgemental of Will. You can for sure say he was too impulsive when he was so determined and stubborn about going to a place that would be literally poison to him. But people complaining he was already drained before getting to Tartatus, as going though everything he did was easy? That place was his antithesis. I was actually shocked he didn't crumble at the first step into the Underworld. But he went through it, with Nico always on his mind. I don't know, I can't understand the hate. And of course they would not be bubbly and fun, they were going though HELL. Did anyone really expected them to be on their best there?

And I think both of them are very misunderstood characters. I was in the fandom for like, almost no time, thus, idk much about the fanon interpretation of them. But after everything I read about Nico and Will on the books, nothing felt out of place here, no. And it reminded a lot of ToA too.

All in all, awesome book, was even more awesome than what I was expecting, and I was totally not disappointed. I will hold this book dear, close to my heart, and I wish people were more accepting of it. There's even an anti tag for it? I made the mistake of scrolling through it (I'm the type of person that gets sentimental when people attack something I love), and yes, people definitely have different experiences while going through works.

[ryuichirou]

Do you have any SebeIde headcanons?

Turns out, I have plenty, Anon! lol we love these two a lot, they are super special to us.

They are also one of the ships in which the character are like water and oil, so I’m sorry if I said “yeah they don’t like each other” like 14813 times in these headcanons.

As always, please enjoy.

These two are not great for each other, to put it lightly lol Both of them are annoying in their own way, and they just can’t seem to agree on anything. They don’t even see each other all that often, but whenever they’re around each other, they somehow manage to get into a fight. They don’t like each other, and they mean it.

Idia could’ve ignored Sebek’s existence, in fact, if you asked him, he’d say that he would love to erase Sebek from his memories and never think about him again, but he just can’t. Sebek is just… too much of a creature, he is at the same time outrageous in his rigid beliefs and pisses Idia off, and pathetically easy to troll. So, whenever they meet, poking a bear that is Sebek is kind of a subconscious guilty pleasure for Idia.

Despite being annoyed with Sebek, Idia actually doesn’t take him all that seriously. Sebek, however, is deeply insulted by the way Idia is. Idia doesn’t fit at all into Sebek’s paradigm of this world: the way he acts is off, the way he presents himself despite being a housewarden (just like his precious Malleus is!) is unacceptable. Whenever he remembers Idia randomly, he legitimately gets mad.

The (un)lucky thing about their ehh thing is that both of them are virgins that somehow end up exciting each other in a weird way. Sebek loves the feeling of dominating and taming and teaching someone a lesson; and Idia is super submissive and bratty. He can’t fight back physically, but as long as he can talk, he’ll make sure to let Sebek know how cringy and eye-rolling he sounds.

Idia isn’t an idiot and he knows that even though Sebek is immature and young, he is also quite dangerous and shouldn’t be poked too much, but the thing is, Sebek is so insufferable that Idia just can’t help but keep provoking him and teasing and trolling him. Sometimes he catches himself thinking “I should probably stop” but keeps on pushing Sebek until Sebek shuts him up by shoving him face down to the nearest surface.

They get aroused whenever they fight, but it’s never Idia who initiates things. In fact, he would prefer to run away and never speak about this again, but Sebek is way too hormonal and aggressive, so they still end up having sex… somehow.

Their perception of their relationship is all over the place. Idia is more realistic about it: he knows that Sebek pushes him into things, clearly overpowering Idia. He also knows that he gets Sebek heated up, well, partially, because Sebek heats up quite well on his own. Sebek, however, is completely delusional, believing that Idia seduces him (as if this hikki thing and seduction work in the same sentence…) and that Idia should be grateful for someone like Sebek to have sex with him.

Sebek is pleasantly heavy for Idia. Despite the fact that Idia prefers doggy (to cover his face and all that), he actually likes it when Sebek kinda crushes his bones with his whole body, while being on top of him in a missionary position. Sometimes Idia even finds it hard to breathe because of Sebek’s heaviness, but he loves this feeling too much.

Sebek always complains about Idia being way too thin and weak and pathetic, but he actually enjoys touching him. It’s super unusual to him, because he is used to Silver (in sex or just in sparring – doesn’t matter) who can take pretty much anything and is much bulkier than Idia. Idia, however, squeals if you handle him just a little roughly. In contrast to Sebek, Idia is super not used to any physical touch and is kinda scared of pain… But also aroused by it. So it’s a very weird win-win..?

If they take things too far, they might at some point come to the conclusion that they do enjoy having sex together, but absolutely hate talking to each other. A logical solution to that would be to just… not talk while having sex? And create some sort of an arrangement, probably. But they would never do that: that would require actually talking to each other about what’s going on between them and not just argue until the fucking begins. Plus, both of them need their ability to verbally abuse each other, because otherwise what they’re doing feels too romantic and somehow vulnerable. A couple of tsunderes, these two…

[al-the-remix]

I’m sorry what?? You’ve had fic written about you?? Are you famous? How did I not know this?

lol no and that's the part that's actually embarrassing, not the actual fic... It's really not that interesting but if you're curious i'll explain btc

I don't know if you remember 2010-2016 ish tumblr pre porn ban fandom, but it was a slightly different flavour than it was now. Maybe it was just the circles I spent time in, but I feel like that was before tumblr as a whole had learn its lesson BNF wise. This was post the big move of fan artists over from Deviant Art and there was also still a large number of "famous" cosplayers that were most notable for being hot and posting suggestive photos of themselves on the internet. (Which don't get me wrong I'm all for, I was a big fan of having random dicks and tits pop up on my feed without instantly getting community labeled) but this was also the hight of the "tumblr girl/boy aesthetic" which was basically just repackaging heroin chic to insecure, impressionable teenagers, which for reasons beyond me people love to romanticize now. "Oh remember 2011 tumblr, it was so great", what I remember is like 2/3rds of the platform mainlining glamorized anorexia and self harm content non stop, so like agree to disagree... But that's beyond the point, which is: people were super primed to bestow ""celebrity"" on people who didn't deserve it at all, and being in a group of like seven relatively attractive queer people who posted way too much of their personal lives on the internet and were overly familiar with each-other on main was enough to end up with fan fiction written about you.

I'm still good friends with most of these people, and we all agree that in retrospect this was a cringy period in our lives that was a result of our own behaviour not any one else, because like what I wouldn't give to be able to nuke all reposted aesthetic pictures of myself on pinterest, lmao.

But literally the only reason I ever invoke this cursed knowledge is when I think it could be used as like a moral tale to help prop up an opinion I feel very strongly about now, which first and foremost will always be:

there is no such thing as tumblr famous, especially within fandom, the way the site functions works directly against it and that's a good thing. Anyone who tries to gain clout within a fandom and either consciously or subconsciously turns their entire goal of participating in fandom into "making an impact" or becoming a "prominent figure in the fandom" should be avoided at all costs. If they're unsuccessful in garnering attention they'll become bitter, unbearable, and often cruel, if they do end up getting that attention they'll turn into the most annoying person you'll ever have the misfortune of interacting with and will most likely end up trying to dictate how everyone in the fandom should interact with the cannon material. (i've seen both examples play out more than once much to my own and everyone around them's suffering).

RPF... you don't have to like it, you can personal qualms with the ethics of it, it can very simply make you uncomfortable and you don't want to participate in it, all of those reasons are valid and there are interesting conversations to be had there, but I would say about 95% of the time when I come across people arguing about it has less to do with personal issues, and more to do with this sort of overcorrecting when it comes to sex, attraction, and intimacy we see now a days where especially younger people think that if you so much as find someone attractive you're violating...or god forbid...fetishizing them in some way. And there's a ton I could say on that topic, but I'll try and keep this to the point. Obviously what I experienced is like a speck of sand compared to beaches that are some RPF fandoms, and it likely affected me less because I am queer and I was actually sleeping with a number of those people that I was being "shipped" with etc.--though I'd still argue that whether you're queer or sleeping with that person, being written about by strangers on the internet is an odd experience-- But that's really all it is: odd. The same time all of this was going down I had someone who I hadn't seen in a very long time beginning to stalk me. And like the RPF half of this story, I'm using that word in the lightest of terms. This wasn't a man I was physically intimidated by (I was taller and stronger than him), I was lucky enough to be in the process of moving to a different province so unless I went back to my family home he didn't have physical access to me, and I never had to get the authorities involved. But despite all that I was much more affected by him hanging around outside my house, following me, leaving me weird handwriten letters and presents, insisting that we had some sort of connection even though this is someone I hadn't seen or spoken to in 6+ years, then I ever did being perceived by people on the internet. It made me feel paranoid, physically revolted, and worst of all no one around me took it seriously so I didn't have anyone to literally have my back. So after like four years of microdosing having fanfiction written about me and also having someone physically in my space that I didn't wish to be there, I can confidently say the latter is far worse. You're not breaching anyone's (agency?? idk i'm blanking on the word I want) by thinking or writing or drawing them, it's when you begin to try and physically breach that person's personal space, or because we live in the age of social media, their online bubble and directly engage them, for fandom reasons or because you wrongly believe that you and them have some sort of connection, that things begin to get out of hand. To me the whole issue really comes down to the breaking of the 4th wall, which I'll admit is a super delicate balance and becomes harder to maintain the larger the fandom grows. I think you can see some of the most negative consequences of this when it comes to some of the worst behaviour exhibited by Kpop fandoms, just because they're so large, and the management companies play into it feeding the fire, but at the same time we have talk show hosts getting a kick out of showing off character fan art and fanfiction to actors on air... so wether you're engaging with the "actor" or the "character" in your art and fic there are still ways for that forth wall to be breached, and trying to moralize it is a looser's game. You might as well not engage in fan fic at all, which some people will argue, but I obviously don't agree with.

TL;DR life is short, stalking people is bad, and if you want to write fanfiction about your favourite singer no one should be able to stop you, but I highly discourage emailing it to them.

This is why I still don't use my main blog, because even though I nuked all that content in like 2017 and rebranded as a anime/manga/comics blog, it keeps ratcheting up non-porn bot followers and I've discovered I have much more fun on the internet with fewer eyes on me (another good reason to use the block button liberally, lol)

[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

MC telling them they’re pregnant

AFAB! Reader, fluff, tiny bit of angst in bonus Barbs headcanon (kind of)

I have no clue what’s going on with the formatting here I’m so sorry

barbatos ,Diavolo ,Lucifer (my favouritism for barbs and dia coming out again)

MC tells them that they’re pregnant 

Diavolo

Dias over the moon

Literally picks you up and spins you around 💀

He’s a cringy mf but we love him all the same

Definitely throws a big ass party, how could he not?

He spends even more time away from his work to see you, but Barbatos is a bit more lenient

He splurges on lots of things, baby clothes, a nursery, unnecessary things you haven’t even heard of

He will talk to your stomach, running huge hands over the bump, which never ceases to calm the energetic baby

Literally will affirm your beauty constantly. So excited, won’t shut up about it

As a dad: he would be FAR too lenient with punishing his kids, doesn’t help that he’s practically a golden retriever either. They all love each other unconditionally, and you’re super happy with your family. Also dia shields from the work of royalty for as long as he can. 

Barbatos

Barbs doesn’t look exactly daunted, but you can tell he’s surprised from the slight widening of his beautiful eyes. 

Then the soft smile he usually holds extends into a wide beam. He kisses you hard where you tell him and wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you into him

He tells you he loves you everyday, minuterà your lifestyle for you and the baby

Dia puts him on paid leave under the condition he can see you both often and the baby when they are born, you of course say yes, his excitement is adorable

Waking up to his  hand caressing your lower back, or slowly growing bump is a welcome surprise. 

He has to resist looking to the future to see what the baby looks like, if it goes well. He probably would have already if you hadn’t said you wanted not to know

He was anxious but excited

You’d never seen him so actively happy and energetic

The baby is more active at his voice 

As a dad: Barbatos is a Calm but firm figure. A whole new affectionate side nobody but you had seen suddenly became open when he saw his child. The way his face visibly lit up when he saw them was a sight, you loved your little family 

BONUS HEADCANON: he’s very concerned when you see the future and his past, the baby clearly has his abilities. Then his calm collected facade slips, he panics. Then and there. He wasn’t born, he was created. What will happen to you? What if you… 

What pulls him out of this and he realises he’s crying when you run your hands through his hair, soothing him. He won’t leave you after these, until you’ve given birth. It’s a relief when you and the baby are safe. 

Lucifer

He just stands there for a few moments, you’d been trying for a few months and he was honestly starting to lose hope

Then when you shove a test with two red lines into his hands he doesn’t know what to say

But his expression says it all, a soft smile on his face and teary eyes

After a few seconds of silence, he pulls you into his arms and curls them tightly around your figure

The trembling touch against your stomach Is soft and his warm breath against your neck is comforting

Will read to your stomach, when the baby is restless

As a Dad: He’ll be a great dad, although a little too strict. Luckily he’s had an experience with Satan. His brothers would be awesome uncles and your child would be adored by the two of you

so I apologise for the weak return, it’s not very good but it’s something. My writers block is bad rn

[polarisbibliotheque]

Writing Advice - Answering an Ask part 1

Hey everyone!! I recently got a super cute, beautiful and heartwarming ask requesting writing advices/how to beat writers block.

I wrote the answer on a doc and it has 3 pages, so I'm gonna be posting it in different parts - do forgive and AMAZING ANON WHO ASKED ME I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, IT'S PART OF YOUR ANSWER xD

Seriously, I've been sitting on this answer for a week now thinking how I'm gonna make it shorter >.<

So, without further ado, for the first part of the answer, I wanna tell a little bit about my writing journey - how I got from "not writing at all" to where I am now.

Because people think that you have a gift and words just flow like ambrosia in the cups of the gods - but I've actually started writing some pretty cringe stuff when I was 10 years old to get to a more poetic sort-of writing during my 29s currently.

THEREFORE, a little bit on how I got from cringy to still cringy but sometimes good writing ;)

I started by telling made-up stories to my sister when she couldn’t sleep and to my cousins during sleepovers because, I don’t know, they seemed to like my stupid little stories when I was 7 years old – or even younger. Sometimes I wrote some things, sometimes I didn't. But I was telling stories!

When I was 13, I discovered the magic world of fanfiction, and I wrote and published a HORRID thing on a fanfic website in my country, based on the band McFly that me and my sister adored back then (the gods have graced me with the power of deleting it and I thank immensely to that).

It was the first time I wrote AND published something to an audience outside of my friends/family.

After that, I kept on writing, and I moved to creating my own stories. When I was 14, I wrote a fanfic with the same band, but really the main theme was that I was an archeologist living in Egypt who researched on Atlantis and ended up finding the lost city. Somehow, I was allowed to climb the pyramids as well - because, you know, I ADORE Tomb Raider, and if Lara Croft could do it, so could I.

Told ya there would be some pretty cringy stuff in here, huh? xD

When I turned 15, I was bullied non-stop at school and so creating stories became my way to escape reality and have some fun with the people I wanted to meet in my life. I started carrying a notebook everywhere with me – it was my writing notebook. I had so many stories, and I never finished any of them (and good heavens, they are THE MOST cringy stuff, I’m glad they will NEVER see the light of day).

But I use the writing notebook thing to this day - whenever I'm travelling and internet isn't granted, I have somewhere to write.

I finished my FIRST novel when I was 16!! I was SO HAPPY about it!! It took me a year and a half writing it: a young adult book, kinda like Twilight (it was THE thing back then), with a secret society based on Arthurian Legend because I was a sucker for everything King Arthur (still am).

I can’t BEAR to read the first page of it nowadays, because c’mon. It was 15-year-old depressive me being bitter about everything and post-Twilight frenzy. The universe and worldbuilding has one HELL of a potential, but oh LORDS, it IS painful to read. I was a teen after all… But I finished a novel! If I haven’t done it, I wouldn’t be writing the way I’m writing today!

When I got into Law School, things got a little slow. I couldn't focus too much on writing and my social life improved a lot. I started tweaking my Arthurian story, but nothing too defined - I kept on writing lots of WIPs, though.

Around my 20’s, while I was close to graduating Law School, I started writing again… Supernatural fanfiction. With the SOLE PURPOSE of self-indulging, because I couldn’t find A SINGLE fanfiction that I could self-insert and love Dean Winchester while kicking some demon ass (sorry, I couldn’t resist the Nico inside me).

That led me to writing a 4-part Supernatural fanfiction that, honestly, for the next 6 years, it was the thing that made my heart soar while I was slaving away at a job I hated.

While I was overworking my ass off, I started writing (brace yourselves...) BTS fanfiction. I got into the band and some people from the website I wrote my Supernatural fanfic embraced me and kinda put me in the group and into the BTS world.

I was on the path of a burnout, so that became my escape - the girls from the website were so nice and we had many MANY writing projects of short stories. Throughout the years, I think I wrote around 25 or 30 stories, 40 pages max, to publish on this website and just have fun.

It started nice, but as time went by and I started moving out of the rom-com clichés (which are nice, don't get me wrong, we all love 'em) and became more existential and philosophic with a lot of metaphorical things while writing - and people stopped reading my work. I started to think I was bad, no one wanted to read because I lacked quality in my writing, or just my stories weren't so appealing as I thought. So I lost my will to write and slowly went back to my personal original stories.

When I hit 25 years old, I got fired and had a full burnout. I got really sick and my life literally stopped for the last 5 years - it has been hard, but that gave me time to sit back on my computer and recover ALL the books and stories I never finished writing.

I am NOT joking, I just counted all of them, and I have 65 DIFFERENT unfinished stories sitting on my Word folder right now on my computer. I also have a txt file I keep some “ideas that might be interesting to work on” and those have around 12 different full ideas of stories I might never write as well.

Upon hitting 27, I went back to writing niche fanfiction I didn't think anyone would want to read, so I published it here. I thought no one would want to read Devil May Cry fanfiction written by a woman who clearly worries more about the internal turmoil of characters rather than if what I'm writing is cute/rom-com like.

I opted for a more adult approach - given Dante and Vergil are adult men with lots of traumas, and I thought "hey, I don't have to write teenage things anymore, I can actually write how two adults would have difficult conversations and relationships in this fucked up world of ours" and that made a HUGE difference to my writing.

and once again thank the gods I found my people who like to read this sort of stuff :)

For quite a while, I was worried if what I was writing was consumable - you know, if the romance was that kind of tacky romantic thing to sweep you of your feet with perfect characters who don't exist, if people only have good times and are always laughing and having fun, if people enjoy touching each other 24/7 and being romantic and all that sugar coated stuff, if what I'm writing is politically correct, if it hasn't any subjects that are triggering or "wrong" in any sort of capacity... And that stiffed me. I lost my will to write and I stopped enjoying it, because I couldn't get my ideas out anymore.

Being quite honest, I'm not a person who had an easy, beautiful life. I had many things happen to me that made me understand Vergil on a soul level (and I think that's why I'm so comfortable writing him, as much as I hate that man), because I'm wary of people and my trust issues make me keep everyone at bay. I can only put my feelings safely out on my writing and my music, and I wasn't being able to.

So I tossed everything out of the window and started writing unhinged stuff. And oh, that made me feel SO good! I always smile a lot when re-reading my Cyberpunk-style story and a character called Abby tattoos on the ass of a corporate man that he is hers bitch, and when a "fallen angel" from my vampiric story smiles creepily and tells everyone she's got the most unhinged vampire on a leash and tells him to just kill everyone in the room for sheer revenge.

Not the best, politically correct stuff. Very wrong, by the way. But I had so much fun writing them, and it has so much character building behind these actions, it makes me feel nice :)

Out of all the 65 WIPs on my computer, I have around 5 that I think are really worth it for a full novel and so. They are:

My Arthurian Legend based novels. I outlined a series, I made character sheets, I planned and planned and planned... Since I'm 15, I've been thinking about it. Someday, who knows, this story will see the light of day.

My Cyberpunk-style novel. Halfway through it and every time I go "oh this is too heavy, I can't write this" I just toss the thought out of the window and go for it. Quite unhinged, very existential and grim, everyone is depressed and traumatized, but I love it :)

The Angel-Vampire stuff. Or, as I call it sometimes, the trip of an angel-like being going through the 7 deadly sins until finally falling for good, all aided by the most unhinged vampire in town. It's more like a villain origin story than anything else.

The Tea Shop thing. Oh, this one has been on my mind since 2018 and only now I've found some plot I like for it. Creation (yes, humanized form of creation) runs a tea shop and everything is fine until a woman enters and she has no Universe inside her eyes - and that is something to be afraid of. Doesn't make sense? Oh, yes, indeed. I'm going crazy with the concepts on this one, thanks to Neil Gaiman and The Sandman.

The rockstar guardian angel one. That's it. It's literally what the premise says: a woman has a dead rockstar as a guardian angel - and they couldn't be more opposite of each other. It doesn't help she's investigating his death and can talk to ghosts.

And my original vampire story, which I just call Nathan and Kathleen. I started this one when I was 16 or 17, so the writing is VERY cringy. I had just seen The Witcher 2 gameplay and, by then, I had never seen anything like it. As it's expected, I'm re-writing the 150 pages of unfinished work I already have.

Will this stop me from writing the other WIPs whenever I want to? Nah. I’ll keep on writing. Even if they are bad or horribly cringy.

Why am I blabbering about ALL this???

Because the most important stuff you can do is write.

You see, I didn't start out writing the way I do today - and I have so many stories, with so many pages, that I like so much, but I read it nowadays and I see I need to re-work them. And that's how you evolve! That's how you get better! By refining your abilities!

This is something I learned with the rockstars I love so much. None of them started out by playing perfectly - most of them had to sit down, listen and learn their instruments on their own. They got a LOT of things wrong to start getting something very simple right. And the more they play, the more they train, the more they refine, the better they become.

The same goes to writing - so, keep on writing! Everything you can, as much as you can, don’t feel bad about starting something new and never finishing another one, and don’t feel like you need to put out a masterpiece every time you sit to write.

Sometimes you just need to… Write.

[yourlocalmintgelato]

Hello again! So I’m both a bit nervous and excited since this is the first time I’m truly posting art online (Or on Tumblr anyway)

But, the good news I guess is that I made my own Hantengu clone OC! (I might change his name in the future)

His name is currently Yamai. It may not be correct but from what I translated it it was either Disease or sick child (Sick child from Yamai-Ji)

((before the translator changed it anyway))

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A little backstory I guess:

(Btw a lot of headcanons for this?)

When Hantengu was a human child he often got sick due to his weak immune system and had to go to the hospital pretty often. His parents didn't think he'd survive since they were poor and couldn't afford his medicine, but he was somehow able to make a full recovery after a year or two.

Hantengu’s long stay in the hospital was also when he started to steal and lie a lot more. (For example, he would steal the medical supplies the doctors used on him and lied that it wasn't him who did it.)

After he got out of the hospital he would continue to commit crimes, lie, and steal. Once he got to his older years, however, his immune system started to fail him again like it did in his childhood and he started to become deathly ill. Luckily that was the time when Muzan showed up and saved him from being executed for his crimes and so he’s no longer sick.

…Unfortunately for one of his clones, they became the sickness/sick clone and now have to deal with all the illnesses Hantengu had when he was human. (He may not look like he’s super sick but he feels it.)

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((The photo quality is poor since I drew it on another device and took the picture on my phone. Also, I did a poor attempt at drawing the Kanji on his tongue lol.)) *Don't repost or steal any of my artwork, please. I don't care if you credit I don't want anyone to post my art on websites or pages I'm not on. Sorry if it came off as rude, but still.*

Yamai as the sickness clone appears to be super tired with his eyes always half open. He will often be far away from the group as he doesn't want to bother them and get them sick. (Although the other clones are demons too.)

(Yamai walks and moves super slowly and so he often seems to be weaker than the other clones or an easy target but, ends up tricking his opponents/enemy by dodging their attacks and quickly hitting them. He's also a bit thinner than the other clones.)

Yamai’s weapons of choice are needles which are filled with powerful medicines and poisons. It's random so you don't know what you'll get so you could either be lucky or unlucky when you fight him.

He also coughs a lot and there's a chance he could get his opponent sick just by being near them and or coughing. (And since he has many illnesses him getting you sick would probably be deadly… His breath smells super bad too so that wouldn't be too pleasant either.)

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Facts About Him:

-He gets very nervous around women and will not attack them if he finds them attractive.

-His favorite clone other than himself is Aizestu since he gives him pity and comforts him.

-He’s really good at victim-blaming and makes his opponents feel bad and give up fighting him.

-Although he mostly wears orange his favorite color is violet. (Or blue) ((Also orange in Japan represents good health I believe so I thought that would be funny.))

-His clothing is based on clothing/kimonos children in Japan would wear in the 1800/1900s and is pretty childish.

-Like Aizestu he is very mentally weak.

-He doesn't like wearing shoes since he finds them uncomfortable and will complain if he's forced to wear them.

-He has more purple veins on his body to show his sickness? Idk.

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I apologize if the writing was cringy or poorly done. I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

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[appreciatingtokrev]

6 n 8 for the fic ask game ‼️‼️

ty ty for the ask taku <3

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

pfahahaha oml yeah. i’m over my cringy warrior cats fanfictions fron 5 years ago but i am NOT over my ayathoma smut fic from september 2021. seriously the only reason it’s still under my name is so i can flex with my 14k hits and 570 kudos adhkgsfjgd 😭 god i am begging all of you to ignore and forget that it exists. thanks 😭😭

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

ohh okay i actually have two answers for this bc i’m not entirely sure abt the older one. but that would be an entire warrior cats fan arc, even with some special adventures and a short adventure. i started working on it in 2019 and to date i’ve only written three chapters, plus i’d have to revamp it all, but something kinda tempts me about it... (this one is actually published lol but i am not gonna tell you where)

the other one is the first tokrev fic i ever started writing, that was back in december 2021. so old... okay. the fic is in hanma’s pov. basically kisaki survives getting hit by a truck but is in a coma for months (close to a year?), and when he finally wakes up he’s lost most of his memory, including everything he used to know about hanma. hanma is devasted but tries to befriend kisaki again, but kisaki doesn’t want to have anything to do with delinquents now because he can’t remember hina and thus doesn’t have any reason to. meanwhile hanma is still hopelessly in love with him, but kisaki doesn’t even know that... they try to become friends some more, until kisaki eventually tells hanma that this won’t ever work and hanma confesses in despair. kisaki tells him that he’s sorry, but that he doesn’t at all feel the same (perhaps anymore, since he doesn’t remember what he used to feel) and hanma finally accepts that kisaki simply doesn’t like him at all now. that’s it lol tho uhm. tbh i kinda wanna revamp it now... with a happy ending... and focus on kisaki still having all of his feelings/emotions from before but taking a while to figure out that the person he misses so much bc he’s in love with them is hanma because he can’t remember hanma, only his feelings for him? like. amnesia fics where they fall in love again are cool and all but like. what if neither of them ever fall out of love. what if the only problem is kisaki is so fucking dense he doesn’t know who he’s in love with even though he sees hanma every day. because kisaki can’t piece the longing ache in his heart together with the guy who visits him every day bc apparently they were best friends or smth before he lost his memory even tho he feels weirdly warm n comfy around him and gets those familiar comfy feelings when he’s with him and also hanma looks very nice and makes kisaki feel safe and happy and all giddy inside. but even then kisaki longs bc they’re friends and not boyfriends, and kisaki just can’t piece together that the longing is for hanma even if they’re close bc he longs for romantic love when they’re only platonic and he is fucking STUPID and oblivious when it comes to himself

ask game link

[sunshinestayy]

Dear Stray Kids

On the extremely off chance that Chris and Lix are lurking on tumblr and find this post, this is what I'd say to the SKZ members if I had the chance.

(Before you come for me, I wrote most of this two years ago when I was a Baby STAY, and I tried editing it now, so it'd be less cringy. I still apologize if this is painful to read. I tried my best LMAO).

Bang Chan

Leader – BANG CHAN! Kangaroo – BANG CHAN!

To say that you are such an amazing man would be an understatement. You are an incredibly hard worker, and I wish that you went easier on yourself and got more rest. I know you strive for perfection in your craft, but rest. It’s okay.

I am so proud of you; STAY is so proud of you, and Stray Kids is (are?) so proud of you. I know you want to do more, and you feel like you have to do more, but everything you are already doing is perfect. Nevertheless, thank you for always giving us your best.

Thank you for being you. Thank you for being dependable, kind, helpful, empathetic and one of the sweetest humans to ever walk the face of this planet. Thank you for all the hard work you put into what you do. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes, but you are doing a fabulous job. You are the best leader SKZ could ever ask for, and a phenomenal person that STAY looks up to. The world needs more people like you. You are funny, SUPER talented, adorable, charming, empathetic, inspiring, intelligent, kind, incredibly handsome…ugh, there are not enough words in any language – let alone English – to describe how wonderful you are. I cannot and will never understand the hate that you get. To have people attack you for no apparent reason and hear such harsh things about yourself must be so difficult. I can’t imagine how you feel. I admire you SO much, and you are so strong, Channie. I’m so sorry that we can’t protect you from that, but STAY will try harder to defend you. You truly do not deserve that. No one does.

(I'm also sorry for the crazy shit that we do because, admittedly, sometimes we don't know our place. Thank you for tolerating us regardless lmao, and thank you for reinforcing your boundaries and putting us in place when we need it.)

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything. Thank you for being a source of comfort and security. You mean more to me than I could ever express. I know that STAY and Stray Kids feel the same.

You have such a special place in my heart. I love you, Chris.

**insert BIG hug here**

Lee Know

I’d be lying if I said that you didn’t intimidate me at first. I wouldn’t describe you as cold or mean, though. I’d say that you’re just blunt, and that your sense of humour isn’t really understood by everyone. I understand it, though – my sense of humour is a little like yours – and I really appreciate and take comfort in it. (You are absolutely hilarious!). Teasing is a valid love language😊.

You aren’t one to display your emotions for all to see, but it doesn’t mean that you are heartless. To you love is a verb, and your humanity shines through without you realising it, and I think that is truly beautiful. You are so strong, kind, gorgeous, hilarious, caring, smart, witty, and sharp.

Also, your cats so adorable, and the way you love them and interact with them (and the SKZ members) warms my heart! It’s a shame that I’m allergic to cat fur, but I can still adore them from afar.

You are ICONIC, Minho (and yes, your name is incredibly handsome). You are a phenomenal dancer, a stellar rapper, and a great singer! While Chan is the official leader of the group, you too lead the members in a beautiful way. You support Chan, and you also do a phenomenal job at taking care of the younger members. You are doing your best, and that is more than enough. That is spectacular. You are 100% unapologetically yourself, and you are also insightful, wise, and caring. Language barriers aside, I find great comfort in you, and you help me become more open-minded each day. When I become fluent in Korean – and when I get the chance to meet and/or interact with you – I will make sure to tell you how much I care for and appreciate you. If my Korean still sucks by then, I'll do it in Korenglish and hope for the best lmao.

I love you so much – more than you know…I know… LEE KNOW!

Changbin

YOUR VOICE!!! CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE WHENEVER YOU RAP?!

**screams and aggressively slams keyboard but tries to not break laptop**

(Also, YOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Oh, Changbin (Seo Changbin – don’t worry, I know you aren’t Oh Changbin **wink**) …where do I begin? Honestly, I love you. Period. You are so talented – that is an understatement – you literally give me LIFE! The way you interact with the members and react whenever they poke fun at you is hilarious. You always make me laugh. You are ICONIC!

Your stage presence is unparalleled, your skill is undeniable, your aegyo is AMAZING, your arms – I’m sorry, I need to take weightlifting lessons from you because HELLO?! (Please be my personal trainer, and please put me in a headlock. Thanks.)

Back to the point – you are literally such a wonderful person. You are also so kind, gentle and lovely. I wish I could cuddle you – dark image and all. You seem like such a wonderful person to just hang out with and talk to. I get such a warm vibe from you. You are incredibly sweet and loving. You are my comfort person, and I appreciate how you advocate not only for general health and fitness but also for loving oneself as is. You are genuine and unapologetically yourself. You are loved. You are amazing. You are talented. You are handsome. You are wonderful.

Our beloved dwaekki; life without Seo Changbin would totally suck.

Hyunjin

My first bias<3. You have a special place in my heart. Where do I even start?

The words beautiful, stunning, and gorgeous are not strong enough to describe you. This isn’t just about your visuals – you are a work of art, Hwang Hyunjin – your soul is also a wonderous sight for sore eyes.

You have such an amazing heart and a kind soul – you are so wonderful, warm, artistic, hilarious, and lovely. You’re also so TALL -_-

Like damn, compared to me you’re just…yeah, you’re tall! I love that, though. I love you.

Everything you’ve ever done has been nothing less than spectacular. Everything – including (but not limited to) your art, your dancing, your rapping, your hair (long, medium, or short) …need I go on?

I especially appreciate and admire how hard you work – not only for SKZ and STAY, but also for yourself. You’re constantly working on yourself, and I respect that so much. I love how passionate you are – it’s so evident in the way you move and express yourself artistically. It’s amazing to see. Just remember to be kind to yourself and – like I said to Chan – rest.

Hyunjin’s Counselling Centre has been a great help to me. Your words of comfort and encouragement have helped me get through the darkest of times. You have helped me even without knowing me or talking to me directly. You have the kindest and most beautiful, genuine, and amazing heart and soul. I’m sorry that people have tried to make you out to be what you are not. Please know that you are not what the haters are trying to put on you or turn you into. Please don’t interpret your sensitivity as weakness or fragility. I admire how you love and trust easily. While it can be a detriment when you are wronged, it is one of the best things about you.

Keep doing you, Hyun-e. We love you so much. No one can take that away from you!

Han

Jisung, you – like Hyunjin and Bang Chan…actually, all the members – have a special place in my heart. I have so much to say about you, but I have no idea where to begin.

You are so ethereal, so precious, so hilarious – the funniest member IMO but legit EVERYONE in SKZ makes me laugh and smile so much – so adorable (our beloved squirrel/quokka/hamster) …YOU ARE EVERYTHING!!!

Can we just take a moment to talk about your talent? There’s versatility, and then there’s you. Honey – haha, Hannie 😉 – you INVENTED versatility. Is there anything you can’t do?! (I’ll answer that right away – NO! YOU CAN DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. PERIOD!).

Your rapping…like, wrap me in 3 burritos and call it a day. I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Your singing…umm, HELLO?!?!?! Did someone say FLAWLESS?! THAT’S YOU! Your dancing almost rivals Lee Know’s, but don’t tell him that because tissue will end up in someone’s mouth – and it won’t be Hyunjin’s. Open any dictionary and look for the word ace. You’ll be staring at your reflection because that is what you are!

As if your beauty, charisma, and talent didn’t give me enough reasons to explode, your personality comes in and KA-BOOM. I am deceased.

You are the life of the party, but you are also the comforting home to go to after the party…I hope that came out the way I intended it to. Point is, you are (or rather you seem, because I don’t personally know you) fun to be around and mess around with, but you are also someone to share the quiet, intimate, peaceful moments with.

Peace is something I wish I could give you in abundance – in addition to all the love and happiness in the world because you deserve it, duh. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you or any of the members experience anything related to exhaustion, pain, discomfort, heartbreak, or suffering. I know that the bad things in life help us grow stronger, and suffering makes the good times much more enjoyable and whatnot, but still…no one wants to watch their loved ones endure that.

I can only hope that my love and support – along with that of STAY and your amazing members – will remind you to keep on going.

You are enough, Hannie. You are so strong, so amazing. You are doing so well, and we are so f***ing proud of you. We love you. I love you so much.

Felix

Ah, Lixie!! Our sunshine! The member with duality powerful enough to cause and stop traffic.

(OKAY, YOUR VOICE?!?!?!  Pack it up, Corpse Husband! Also, you are more than your voice. Your talent is immeasurable, from your vocals and dancing to your bakery, ASMR, and gaming skills.)

You are sunshine personified. There is no way that someone can look at you and not smile; that is physically and scientifically impossible. You are our happiness – our reason to smile and be at peace. You are a healer. I get such positive energy from you. Whether you’re baking brownies and cookies, making ASMR videos, giving meme-able dance tutorials – BRING POPS IN SEOUL PRESENTER LIX BACK! – or goofing off and repping Gen Z with your dance moves (don’t be shy, drop your TikTok, bestie!), you are such a marvellous sight to see.

You are my happy place and I hope that you continue to grow in happiness, peace, and love. You are extraordinarily unique and one-of-a-kind, and that is a wonderful thing. You are one of the kindest and most genuine people I have ever seen. Some people can be nice in a fake way, and you are not like that. You are pure love and kindness personified. You are a marvellous creation, a shining light in this dark world. Never lose that spark. Always keep your head up and that (beautiful) smile wide.

Keep it up, Felix. I love you. (I love your freckles as well, and your vibe is immaculate. Period.) You are a wonderful human being, and you don’t need to do or be anything different. Please stay as you are (but also continue evolving as you see fit).

Seungmin

Your voice…I can’t even put into words how much comfort it gives me. My mind is a constant raging storm, and your voice always calms me. It’s the warm hug on a cold day; the cool breeze on a scorching afternoon.

**Insert 5000 more words detailing how much I love your (singing and speaking) voice**

Seungmin, you are such a beautiful person. Quiet, calm, comforting… and sometimes chaotic (but in the best way possible). Honestly, your existence brings me peace. Your humour is underrated, quick and unexpected. You are hilarious. You constantly surprise me and keep me on my toes (in a good way, of course.) You are also MEGA talented – duh – let’s not sleep on your skills! You have a gift, you really do, and I acknowledge and respect that so much. I admire you so much!

You are so handsome. I’m not just saying that because you got your braces removed and are bias wrecking everyone left, right and centre. You have been an ethereal prince since day 1 (or shall I say DAY6? I’m sorry. That was bad).

You have nothing to worry or feel bad about. (That came out of nowhere, but I just felt like saying that). You are making waves, no matter how small they may seem. They are still impactful. You are doing spectacularly, and you will only get better and better. You will be the greatest, I know you will. I see you. I appreciate you. You are absolutely wonderful, and I love you.

I.N

I confidently saying this knowing that I am a month and a few weeks younger than you:

YANG JEONGIN, YOU ARE SO ADORABLE!!!!!!

You are legit the superior maknae, and you are so powerful and strong. I don’t ever want you to think or speak badly about yourself – you are amazing, Jeongin. Never doubt that for a second.

You are also much more than SKZ’s maknae and aggibang. You are a star in your own right, and you are incredibly handsome, talented, charming, and hilarious. Your smile lights up my world, and it is more infectious than any epidemic/pandemic (in the best way possible. I meant that as a compliment, I promise). By simply smiling, you have the power to turn my day from terrible to great in a millisecond.

Your voice is so calming. I love the sound of your voice; it’s like a vocal hug that wards off all the negativity that surrounds me.

You have the purest soul I’ve ever seen, and you are genuine and authentically yourself. I hope you never lose that – never lose your youthful spirit and your zestful energy. It is refreshing, and it is one of the many things that make you a wonderful individual.

What else can I say without sounding redundant?

Watching you grow and become more confident in yourself and your craft is amazing. You have always been wonderful, but you have improved so much, and you’ve made such incredible progress. I hope you are proud of yourself. I am so proud of you!

I love watching you perform – you clearly love what you do, and you are so happy while you are singing, dancing, and/or rapping. That makes me so happy, and it makes me adore you even more. I hope you never lose your joy for what you love.

You are a wonderful human, Jeongin, and you are definitely a key member of SKZ. You are not in this group by accident; you are where you are meant to be, and you will continue to shine.

I love you.

To all the members

If I were to use one of your songs to reference my affection for you, I would choose I am YOU. That song – along with pretty much the rest of your discography – has gotten me through the darkest of days where I thought some of the most awful thoughts you could imagine. When I felt weak and like I couldn’t go on, I found you and you all became my strength.

In you and your music, I found healing. I found a reason to be happy – to continue fighting and surviving in this cruel world. I can’t tell you how alone I’ve been – how alone I’ve felt – all my life, so it’s wonderful for me to get lost in your music and sing and dance as if I’ve never shed a tear or had my heart broken. Each song is like entering a world where pain doesn’t exist; where negativity, self-hatred and loneliness are nowhere to be found. In your music and as a STAY, I feel like I belong – like I am not a weirdo, an outcast or a person who doesn’t deserve anything remotely good in life.

You make me feel like I could conquer the world and that I deserve it. For that, I thank you. For putting a smile on my face every day – even on the days where I don’t want to do anything except cry myself to sleep – I thank you SO MUCH. I am eternally grateful to you.

This statement is considered a cliché – especially because of how many times you’ve probably heard it – but really, you saved me. You injected new life into me when I thought that there wasn’t any left.

I see a part of myself in all eight of you. Bang Chan reminds me of my own willingness to love, care for/about and support my nearest and dearest.

I relate to Minho, his sense of humour, and his outlook on life. Teasing and wordlessly helping/providing for/taking care of others is also my love language.

As a fellow fire sign, I definitely see quite a bit of myself in Changbin. He reflects my playfulness, sensibility, and ability to relate to younger people even though I am (well, I consider myself) quite mature. I’m just as dramatic as Hyunjin (just jokes) and in him I see my creativity, passion, empathy, and artisticness (is that even a word?).

Han is just as hilarious as I am (if not, more), but I can relate to him in the sense that people don’t really see my vulnerable moments. I can be loud and goofy when I’m with my friends and other people I am comfortable around, but I become introverted and reclusive when I am by myself or around people with whom I feel uncomfortable. I am also a massive homebody😊.

Lix is full of energy, life, and light, and I can relate to that sometimes (especially when I’m around the right people). Like Felix, I would also like to heal others, make them feel better, and comfort them with my presence and my actions.

I wish I could sing as well as Seungmin, but I suppose I have something else in common with him – I have brown eyes (I just realised that all of you have brown eyes, and that joke was more cringy than it was funny. **Face palm**. Anyway…). In all seriousness, I’d say that Seungmin reflects my ability to shine through and use my voice, even if it is not heard or appreciated by everyone. I also love puppies and dogs, and I am quick-witted.

Just like Jeongin, I am the youngest in my family (I know that he’s the middle child in his biological family, but he’s the youngest in his SKZ family, so there! Loophole!). Like Jeongin, while I appear as cute and wholesome (sometimes), I have an intelligence and maturity that is often underestimated and overlooked. I still try my best to live past the label that has been put on me. I feel that people will forever see me as a baby no matter what I do, so we are in the same boat, I.N. I know that I am making little improvements day by day. At least, I hope so.

Stray Kids members, I have so much love for all of you – I don’t even know how to express it, even after typing out this long letter.

For now, I hope that me thanking you and reminding you how much I appreciate and care for you will suffice. I am so proud of you, and I am in awe of how much you all shine. You are such amazing humans – I say humans here to emphasize that I recognise your humanity, and I am not putting you on a pedestal. I do not expect you to be cookie-cutter, perfect people. You will trip, make mistakes, and experience hardships; that is just how life works.

I believe in you, though. I know how strong you all are. You all have gone through things that I could never fully comprehend or fathom, but you are still standing. I admire you so much for that.

With love,

sunshinestayy

(P.S Please consider visiting and performing in South Africa someday. I’d love to see you all in person, and I know many other South African STAYs who feel the same way! <3 JYPE, PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!!!)

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Kiwi life updates!!! (I hope this isn’t too cringy. I know I love reading all the anon life updates when they give them and I hope they feel a similar sense of community. Please ignore if this is weird)

The happiest of new first. There is a new baby kiwi(rhythm you are welcome to show any pictures I’ve sent you if you’d like). Her name is Inej(like the six of crows character) however her nicknames are in(like the preposition), innie, innie, yinnie, yinnah, and baby boba. She is also very floof and boba coded hence the nickname. She’s also three, a former street cat, and enjoys windows. Likely a suitable candidate for a baby carrier however she loves her independence. She only SEVEN pounds so she is little

The kiwis are going to Korea next year!!! It will be bf 🥝s first time out of the country. And yes I’m making him take a Kpop dance class with me (I’m not actually making making him, man love just dance and is very excited although my love has no coordination)

I’m going to see Ateez in less than a month!!!!

The sad news, anyone who would like to skip can

Our sweet freya girl is no longer with us after an accident when we were out of the house. It was and still is a grief that I’ve never known. So as one pet parent to other pet parents, please please please make sure you are always maintaining a safe environment for your little guys

I hope everyone is well and healthy. I hope it’s a good comeback for the boys and stays. May your pulls be lucky and your albums be signed surprisingly. I look forward to seeing y’all on tour for dominate!

-the 🥝s

awwwww, kiwi bby!!

so so happy you're seeing ateez soon!! i hope you enjoy yourself, i've heard only good things from their concerts from a good friend of mine that's a big atiny.

it's also very exciting that the kiwis are going to Korea! hope you enjoy yourselves there too💜

here are a couple of pics from baby inej (which, btw, super cool name coming from a super cool character... i haven't read soc but i've watched shadow and bone if that counts LOL)

she's soo baby 🥰 i'm glad you guys decided to give her a home even after all that happened. once again, i am really really sorry for your loss bby. truly.

big big hugs for you and for baby boba and even 🥝bf if he'd like one!

[imekitty]

Jazz: Fun, why is Super crying in the bathroom?

Fun: *playing on his phone on his bed* 'Cause he's a baby.

Jazz: What did you say to him?

Fun: Hmm. *pretends to think* I might've said that Mom doesn't love him.

Jazz: Wha-- Why the hell would you say that?

Fun: Because it's true.

Jazz: Well yeah but still

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Jazz: *knocking on bathroom door* Super, you need to come out and remerge with Fun before Mom and Dad get home.

Super: NO

Jazz: Why not?

Super: ‘Cause he’s mean to me. I don’t want to be with someone who’s so mean.

Jazz: Super, Fun was just joking. Mom does love you, okay?

Super: No, she doesn’t. *sobbing*

Jazz: No, really, she does.

Super: Are you saying she doesn’t want to cut me open while I’m alive and awake?

Jazz: I–no, she does want to do that, but–

Super: *wailing*

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Jazz: Fun, you need to go apologize to Super right now.

Fun: *looking up from his phone and smirking* What, is he still crying?

Jazz: Yeah, and you need to fix it.

Fun: Why?

Jazz: So Super will come out of the bathroom and you two can remerge.

Fun: *groaning* Oh come on, I don't wanna remerge with that guy.

Jazz: You have to, Fun.

Fun: But he's such a fucking buzzkill and I've got a really good vibe going right now.

Jazz: *grabs him by the ear and yanks him off the bed*

Fun: Hey, ow!

Jazz: *dragging him out into the hall toward the bathroom* One moody little brother is enough for me, I didn't sign up to babysit twins. You are going to apologize to Super right now.

Fun: Oh come on, it's not my fault he got all our sensitivity.

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Fun: *knocking on bathroom door* Super, buddy, um... I'm sorry for what I said. About Mom not...you know. The love thing.

Super: No, you're not.

Fun: *huffs and rolls his eyes but catches Jazz glaring at him*

Fun: *clenching his teeth* Super, I'm sure Mom will love you once she finds out you're also her son. *pause* Even if you are all the worst parts of him.

Jazz: Fun!

Fun: What?

Super: I knew you weren't really sorry!

Fun: Jesus fucking--look, Super, can you just come out here before Jazz blows her top? She says we have to remerge.

Super: NO. I don't want to merge with a jerk and a liar like you.

Fun: Well, I don't wanna merge with you either, you whiny pissbaby. I don't need you. I can be a way better cooler Danny without you.

Super: I don't need you either! I can for once actually protect the town without destroying public property or knocking over all the bookshelves in the library.

Fun: Shut up, that wasn't my fault.

Super: Was too!

Jazz: *covering face with hands* Oh my gawwwwwwwwd

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Fun: *leaning against closed bathroom door* You're the reason girls don't like us, dude.

Super: Girls like me just fine. Paulina likes me.

Fun: She just likes the way you look and all your flashy ghost powers. She thinks you're too much of a nervous wreck and laughs at your cringy attempts to be popular.

Super: Yeah, well, you're the reason we're never gonna be an astronaut because our grades are terrible.

Fun: No, that's also your fault. You're so afraid of failure that you just freeze up and then we don't even try.

Super: No, you're just really lazy and so we end up playing video games instead. And then you lie to Mom about it.

Fun: Well you don't try very hard to stop me, do you? Because you're too afraid to try to get our grades up anyway. You act all tough and brave but you're just a coward and you know it.

Super: *opens the bathroom door and glares at Fun* I hate you.

Fun: *glares back* I hate you too.

Jazz: D:

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Jazz: *drags Super and Fun into Danny's bedroom and sits them on the bed* You two need to talk out your problems right now. Fun: Why? Jazz: Because you can't merge when you're at each other's throats like this. That won't be good for Danny. Fun: I agree. That's why I think I should just be Danny full time now. Jazz: No, Fun. That's not happening. Now you need to apologize for making Super cry. Fun: Hell no, he cries about everything. That's not my fault. Super: I don't cry about everything. Fun: You cried when you saw that three-legged dog at the park. Super: I thought it was homeless! Fun: We literally saw it run up to its owner and you still cried. Super: Yeah, tears of joy! Because I actually have a heart, unlike you. Fun: Well if it weren't for my lack of a heart reining you in, we'd be breaking down crying all the time. Super: *tearing up* That--that's not true. Fun: *rolling his eyes and turning to Jazz* See what I have to put up with? Jazz: Yes, yes, you are both very different sides of the same person. Now why can't you two just accept each other? Super: BECAUSE HE IS THE WORST Fun: BECAUSE HE SUCKS Jazz: -_-

*Fun Danny and Super Danny in an argument*

Fun: At least Mom loves me.

Super: Okay that's just hurtful.