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[creep3r-chan]

Ok guess who my favorite character is based off of this drawing, GO!!

[stocious]

how to spot stolen/uncredited gifs + how to work the search function

there's been a lot of talk about not stealing gifs and not supporting people who do, but it might not be easy to spot shady posts for everyone. so i made this little guide with things i personally look out for. at the end there's also a guide on how to work the search function. i hope this will help out there on the wild tumblrmachine!

the gif has a watermark that doesn't match the poster and there's no "gif by @[username]" under the gif. please note that a lot of people don't watermark their gifs at all, but this is one of the biggest give aways to a gif being stolen and reuploaded.

the gif doesn't stretch across the entire post. very seldom does a gif maker go through the entire process of making a gif and not making it cover the entire post space. in the example below, the gif was most likely a part of a set, as a second gif would fit perfectly right next to the one posted.

"theme posts" with gifs of different sizes and/or quality. in the examples below, "mickey smiling" has gifs of different sizes and no "gif by" credit under either of them. "theme posts" can still be made with proper credit to the gif maker, like "road trip" to the right.

new posters and no "my gifs" tag. if you're unsure if the gif is stolen or not, click the top of the post and go the blog and look at the tags attached to the post. if someone made the gif themselves, there's usually a "my gifs" or a similiar tag under the post. this might be a good thing to do if someone is new to the space has started posting gifs. this is not 100% foolproof method, but it can help you give an idea if the gif is stolen or not.

so how do i work the search function? how do i get the gifs i want?

good question! in the example of "mickey smiling", try searching for just that - "mickey milkovich smile" and you should get some good results. in the case of grabbing a specific gif from a specific post, i'll try to make a guide down below. if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

first, find a post you want to use a gif from. we're gonna use this set from @heymacy.

open the post you wanna use and copy the url to it. then make a new post and hit the gif search button. paste the url and it should find you the first gif of the set. click the gif and tumblr brings you back to your post with the gif and the "gif by heymacy" at the bottom.

but say you want the last image in the set. we're gonna use a tiny bit of html but don't fret.

first, do the previous step i just explained above.

click the cog wheel at the top right corner, scroll down and choose "text editor - html". go back to your post and it should be a whole bunch of text instead of an image.

search the text for "img scr" and then delete everything between the two quotation marks following that, it starts with https and ends with gifv.

go back to the post with the gif set and right click the gif you want (in this case the last one of the set), and choose "copy image link" and paste it between the quotation marks where you deleted stuff before. make sure not to delete any quotation marks and that your new link placed between them!

please note: you might get an error message from tumblr that the post contains unsupported html, just ignore that.

then click the cog wheel again, and change the editor back to "rich text". you're new image should be there, with proper credit!

bam, you're done! i'm also including a video below of me doing these steps so you can follow along. sorry my os is in swedish, but the thing i right click on is just "copy image link" as stated above.

here's a more in depth guide to this method, but it can be a little confusing if you're not used to working in html.

as you add more images and text to your post, the amount of text after you change to the html editor will increase. it might be hard to find the exact gif you want to change, but play around with it and try it out. the more you use the method, it'll be easier to work with.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i hope this helps! 🫂

[hwanchaesong]

Ephemeral (Second Chances) Preview

pairing: Jungwon X F!Reader

synopsis: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

word count: tba

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, warnings tba

a/n: this is a teaser for the upcoming Enhypen: Tropes & Parallels series that i've been working on. i hope y'all look forward to it. please don't hesitate to tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist. tysm 🩷

"Red roses are good. Also, please add some white lillies and pink carnations into the roster, she'll love it." you rambled to the florist, but she merely gave you an understanding nod and proceeded to work with your request.

A yawn was heard from the corner of the shop and you suppressed the urge to punch the suspect of the offending sound, you chose the peaceful option of ignoring the person, continuing to mind your own business not until someone broke the silence that you've been enjoying.

"What's taking so long?" he asked, boredom lacing his tone, and that's when you whipped around to give him a warning look.

"Jungwon, picking the perfect flowers takes some time. If you want to go home, then go. No one's stopping you." you sassily replied, gracing him a tight lipped smile on the process.

It irked you even more when he rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you're sure is a snide remark towards you.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead and pondering of some ways to de-stress later. Surely, planning a proposal with your ex-boyfriend is something that you, a sane person, wouldn't do during your free time but here you are.

What was your brother even thinking, sending you with this jerk (which is conveniently his best friend), to help and prepare for the upcoming surprise for his girlfriend. Of course you'd love to do whatever you can for your dear sibling, but this is ruthless.. and plain torture.

Just before you go deeper within your thoughts, a handsome man holding a bouquet of your chosen flowers emerged from the back room. He beamed at you, his eyes crinkling adorably and his dimples poked through his cheeks.

"Hello there!" he greeted you with joy, polite but bright and it made you naturally smile as well. Like they say, happiness is a virus that can easily infect anyone.

"Yes, hello uhm.." you trailed off, looking at his name tag, "Soobin?"

"That's me." he giggled and dear lord, were you about to burst at his charming facade, "I'm the floral designer here and I wanna ask if you're okay with this presentation?" he raised an eyebrow, showing you the beautifully arranged bunch of flowers, wrapped in an abaca and tied with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, it's gorgeous! You're great at this." you exclaimed, making the tall man blush, getting shy at your compliment.

"Ah, not really. The flowers are doing most of the work here, which I'm guessing are your favorites?" he scratched the back of his head, gazing at you with a soft smile.

Jungwon on the other hand frowned, like, what the fuck is this exchange of flirting he's seeing?

Not. Fucking. Tolerable.

He stood up from where he was seated, slamming his hand on the counter, effectively startling the two people who were conversing which gave him immense satisfaction.

"That's good enough. We'll take that." he feigned a charming smile, allowing the dent on his cheeks to show as well.

That Soobin guy can go to hell, his height and deep voice (that were a stark contrast to his own traits) do not matter, he's not the only one with dimples here.

You were shocked, surprised, disturbed, all adjectives out there are not enough to describe the bombshell that Jungwon dropped, but you weren't gonna stand there and let him be rude. Right as you were about to tell him off and apologize to Soobin, he managed to leave an impact again.

This time, it's fatal for your poor, weak heart.

"And those aren't her favorites. It's a combination of lilac, purple peonies and white tulips, actually."

You craned your neck to look at him, realizing the small proximity you two are in. He's mere inches away from you. Too close that you're able to see his sharp side profile and inhale the scent that you've tried to desperately forget during the sleepless nights where all you've wanted was to be held by him.

You have forgotten about Soobin by now, the vow that you took, the walls that you've built, everything. The only thing that you care about as of the moment is that Jungwon remembers.

Jungwon still knows the flowers that you wanted for your own wedding.

taglist

@lilyuwon @ramenoil

[wingwaver]

A few tips for new Tumblr users wanting to write here

Yo if you're here from Reddit or Twitter or some other site and just wanted to give this a shot you may have seen some blogs that are dedicated to writing headcanons or short fics or even original works for their own OCs and you may be thinking "hey I wanna give that a shot! I like to write!" then I have some tips to make it easier on you and people who see your content.

1. First off, if you're writing a pretty long piece the you should probably put it under a read more, it'll look like this on mobile

and this on desktop

or you can write :readmore: on a line by itself and press enter.

2. Now if you're gonna write for a whole bunch of different fandoms and you wanna make a master list then I suggest making an actual list with the fandoms you write for and then making more lists with the actual content as a you go along because you can only have 100 links in one post (I know that sounds like a lot but as someone who has around 300 Transformers things written trust me you fill up a post quicker than you expect, especially if you take requests from other people). The way I typically do it is like this

The first pic is the MASTER master list that lists everything I write for and when they're underlined like that it means they're links. The second pic is after clicking the G1 link, it's a separate post that has the actual fics and headcanon links. Note the 6/100 in the tags, this is how I keep up with how many things I've added. You can of course just use the numbers options from here

or just number them manually from your keyboard like I'm doing with this post. Adding links has no barring on what else you add to the post so you can add yourself some fancy header or divider pics if you want.

3. Adding links! Links can look like this https://www.tumblr.com/wingwaver/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons?source=share or like this https://wingwaver.tumblr.com/post/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons depending on whether you're linking from mobile or desktop/browser Just highlight the text you wanna add a link to and a the little chain will move to the end, click it and paste your url you want to link to and press add link, then press post/save draft/save (whatever the blue button says)

Now you've successfully linked a post to another post!

4. Tagging! To get your fics and headcanons seen to build an audience you usually wanna tag the stuff correctly. If you're posting a fic about Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney then you'll tag it with #Ace Attorney, #Miles Edgeworth, and #Phoenix Wright in the tags area. But it's also a good idea to mention if it's a ship or general fic in the tags too. If so then putting ship names and #Miles Edgeworth x Phoenix Wright and #Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright in the tags will help everyone know this is a ship fic. Tagging with characters or fandoms that aren't apart of the fic just clogs the tags for people looking for content of said characters and fandoms so it's very looked down on here and will likely get some of your stuff reported for spam so only use the relevant tags. Also tagging for triggers can be tricky here because of how fucky tumblr is but please don't tag censor tags. Tagging things like #a**** or #a*use or even #abu$e doesn't work here because people who have #abuse blacklisted will be able to see this content because it wasn't tagged properly. Also if you're writing for OCs or reader inserts it's common courtesy to tag those appropriately too. Someone looking for a reader insert may not want to read an OC and vice versa. Also many people filter those out so try to add tags like #x reader, #*fandom name* x reader, and #*character name* x reader for easier filtering. Also people cruise those tags too so it'll help people who fo want to read that content find your stuff!

[princess--af]

Disciplinarian - Dance!racha

This is very Minho-centric... I'm in my Minho feels (ง ื▿ ื)ว

: ̗̀➛  tags & warnings: dance!racha, kinda-meanMinho, dom!Minho, dom!Felix, switch!Hyunjin, sub!reader, spanking, punishments, squirting, teasing, threesome, minor!hyunho

"If I had known you were just going to be naughty tonight, I would've left you gagged on the bed, and made you wait for us to come home." Minho's tone and demeanour was completely calm and collected; the only thing that really gave away how irritated he was at your actions, was the ever-tightening grip he had on your wrist as he led you through the confusing halls of his work building.

"I didn't even do anything," you grumbled, struggling to keep up. Between the short dress you had squeezed into, and the heels that had matched the best, you were too busy trying to tug the material down and keep your balance rather than race after one of your boyfriends. "Minho, slow down, I'm gonna fall over."

As if proving your point, you tripped over a bubbled piece of carpet, straight into his back, squeaking out a pitiful sorry at the blank look he gave you.

"Get inside," he gestured what you recognised as the 3racha studio, not even giving you a moment to fight before he was pushing and prodding until you were stumbling inside the empty room.

"Minho, c’mon. I didn’t do it on purpose.” You tried to reach for his hand to plead your case, only to be shaken off, instead watching as he stalked over to the couch, taking a seat and patting his thigh.

“I thought you ‘didn’t even do anything’” he mimicked you in an annoyingly high pitched voice, patting his thigh again when you hesitated. “Don’t make me wait. I’m not Hyunjin. You can’t pout your way out of this one.”

You pouted anyway, shuffling over to the couch and climbing into his lap, whining and trying to cover yourself when he tugged your dress up to bunch at your waist and tugged your panties off, only for your hands to be slapped away.

“20 spanks for your pretty little ass, and 5 for your pussy. I’m going to ask you questions, and if you don’t answer me, or if you try to cover yourself or stop me, we add on another 5 for your ass, and 1 for your pussy. Understand?” Minho reached for one of your hands, giving it a reassuring little squeeze.

“I understand.” You sniffled, squeezing back, dropping your head onto the pillow he had laid down for you.

“What’s your colour and what’s your safe word?”

“Green and strawberries.”

He gave your hand one more squeeze before letting go, tightening the pressure his other arm had on your legs, knowing you had a tendency to jerk and kick whenever one of them spanked you.

You tried to remind yourself to not tense up, focusing on your breathing and keeping your hands clenching the pillow, but you still tensed up at the first spank Minho landed, a loud yelp being muffled by the pillow. It was quickly followed by a second and third hit, and you had to actively push your legs into the couch to stop yourself from kicking.

“What did you do wrong out there, Y/N?” Minho palmed over your slowly reddening skin, and waited while you took a few deep breaths before lifting your head out of the pillow to answer.

“I was flirting with you in front of your colleagues,” you sniffled, expecting him to continue with his questioning, only to be ‘rewarded’ with two more harsh spanks.

“And why is that wrong?”

You were a little dazed from the unexpected hits, only jerked from your thoughts when you felt his hand lift from your backside in warning.

“Because!” You gasped loudly, pressing your hips down in an attempt to escape any more than your allotted 25 spanks. “Because no one knows we’re together. It’s a secret and I could g-get us in trouble.” You craned your head around to look at him, pleadingly with your eyes.

Minho narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t make me wait again.”

He kept you on edge after that; sometimes only landing one harsh smack before he would ask you something, other times landing a few in quick succession before bombarding you with questions.

“What’s your colour, little one?” Minho’s fingers danced along your bruised backside, sending tingles up your spine and making you shiver, trying to clench down on nothing to relieve the ache that had built up between your legs.

“Gr…green,” you breathed out shakily, releasing your death grip on the pillow, only a little embarrassed at the drool and tears you had left behind on the fabric. “M-more?” You awkwardly turned in his lap, whining when your raw skin rubbed against his pants.

“Just here.” Minho cupped your pussy lightly, a smirk spreading across his face at the slick sounds it made when his fingers dipped into your folds. “I really don’t know if a spanking is going to teach you a lesson, if this is how wet you get.”

You didn’t need a mirror to know that your face had turned a bright shade of red, embarrassed at having been caught out, pushing his hand away so you could lift yourself into a seated position. “Where do you want me?”

Minho grinned, patting his thighs and gesturing to the expensive equipment in front of him. The boys were going to kill you.

“… Minho, I can’t… The mess..” You trailed off; he knew exactly what you meant.

“Well then, you’ll have to hold it in. This is a punishment after all.” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face, tugging you into his lap and manhandling your tired body until your back was pressed against his chest, feet propped up on his knees and your own knees spread as wide as they could comfortably go. “Good?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly, gripping onto Minho’s arm that was wrapped around your waist for stability, torn between closing your eyes or keeping them open to watch every time his hand drew back. You rarely were spanked here, and the times in the past had been by Felix who was a lot more consistent with his hits, making it easier to expect. You kept them open, only to whimper loudly when Minho’s hand lifted.

“Now what is going on in here?”

You startled, not recognising the voice right away, trying to scramble to cover yourself and only knocking your knees together painfully, making you groan.

“Aigoo, that was silly. What is my pretty girl doing all exposed like this, hmm? Are you being punished for something?”

Felix was standing just inside the door, head cocked while he waited for a reply, Hyunjin behind him and peeking over his shoulder curiously, big grins on their faces at the position they had found you in. You nodded dumbly, reaching one shaky hand out to your two other boyfriends, hoping one of them would take the bait and lift you out of your compromising position.

“That’s a dangerous game. Chan-hyung would kill you if he knew you were in here…” Hyunjin trailed off, giggling to himself. He had tried to do a similar sort of thing with you, but at the home studio, only for you to chicken out and drag him to his bedroom where you weren’t so afraid of making a mess. “You know she can’t control herself, right?”

“That’s why it’s a punishment,” Minho reiterated. “You’re welcome to stay, just don’t stop me. She has 5 left and then we’re all done.”

Hyunjin darted around Felix, launching himself into the space next to you both, clasping your shaky hand between both of his. “You’re okay, Y/N. Just 5 little spanks and then I’ll kiss it all better.”

Felix situated himself in front of you, leaning casually against the table like he wasn’t directly in front of your weeping pussy.

“Lixie, move.” Your brows furrowed, squirming a little when you took in the expensive outfit the stylists had dressed him in for the night. Worth more than your entire wardrobe put together, you would bet. Minho pinched your side roughly at the attitude.

“It’s just more incentive to not make such a mess.” The grin Felix gave you was maddening; equal parts innocent and devious. “Go ahead, hyung.”

Minho knocked your knees back open, and if you actively tried to hold them open a little wider, and tilt your hips further, to display yourself for all your boyfriends to see… well, no one had to know that little detail.

“Good?” Minho asked once more, waiting for your nod, before delivering a quick but powerful slap to your pussy.

“Ow!! fuu-” you squirmed a little in his lap, already feeling the tell-tale tingling sensation in your clit that an orgasm was around the corner.

Minho landed a second hit within seconds, purposely brushing his hand up along your pussy so that his palm ‘happened’ to lift the hood and expose your clit directly and one of his calloused fingers ‘happened’ to flick directly along the sensitive bud. It made you jolt in his lap, breathing in sharply at the little bit of pain from having your clit played with so directly.

“Three more,” Hyunjin sung, a little too joyfully for your current predicament.

Minho opted to play with you a little first, trailing slick fingers through your folds, circling the area around your throbbing clit, and dipping back down to poke at your entrance, never quite slipping more than a fingertip inside. The slick sounds of his fingers playing with you were audible in the small space, and you knew it was affecting the others. Felix was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to subtly adjust his pants without drawing too much attention to himself. Hyunjin was almost openly drooling, clutching your joined hands to his lips, mouthing mindlessly at the jumble of fingers there to keep himself occupied, eyes never straying from your exposed lower half.

“So wet… Greedy little pussy is trying to suck my fingers in,” Minho taunted, landing a third slap when you were indeed trying to clench down and keep his fingers inside of you just a moment longer. “You shouldn’t be enjoying this, Y/N.”

You bit back a snarky reply, opting to whine out inside and wiggle a little in his lap, almost humping the air in frustration. The tingling feeling in your clit was becoming almost too much to fathom, but you knew if you voiced your concerns, he would amp up the pressure.

"Hyung," Hyunjin whimpered, sliding even closer to you both, almost sitting on top of Minho's thigh with how close he was trying to get. "Please hurry. I want to taste her so bad."

Minho tsked in faux-annoyance, dangling his fingers teasingly in front of Hyunjin's face, snatching them away when Hyunjin went to mindlessly lick them. "You can wait your turn."

"What is she being punished for anyway?" Felix was licking his lips, dark eyes flicking from your dripping hole (Chan really was going to kill you) to your scrunched up face, watching how frustrated you were growing at the drawn-out games Minho was playing.

"She was openly flirting with me." Minho's fingers were back on you now, lightly tapping on your clit. "All night. In front of all the executives. After I had warned her about, hmmm what was it? Four times?" The fourth slap was direct to your clit, a loud shriek leaving your mouth as you subconsciously tried to curl forwards to protect your quivering, sensitive lower half, knowing you weren't going to last much longer if he kept this up. Minho's arm around your waist forced you upright, a sharp pinch to your thigh warning you from curling back inwards to hide.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, I di-didn't mean that, it just hap-happened," you babbled, clutching at his wrist desperately with your free hand. "Mi-Minho, I'm so-sorry!"

The only sounds for a few moments were your shaky breaths, and the embarrassing slick sound of you anxiously clenching down on nothing, still trying to stave off your impending orgasm. If Minho extended your punishment, you definitely weren't going to be able to hold off.

"One more."

You almost groaned in relief.

"Would you like the honours, Lixie?"

Felix perked up, almost instantly dropping to the floor in front of you, cold hands lightly massaging your legs, eyes never leaving your weeping pussy. Hyunjin whined next to you, hurt at being left out, and was tugged to the floor to sit next to Felix.

"God, I'll never get used to this." Hyunjin licked his lips hungrily, hands twitching where they were resting on his thighs. "Such a pretty sight."

"The prettiest, wettest pussy," Felix leaned in, pressing a feather light kiss to your sensitive clit, absentmindedly darting his tongue out to flick at the bud as he pulled away to smirk at you. "All for us to ruin."

His hand came down on you hard; way harder than he had ever hit you before, and you knew you were a goner when you felt the delicious ache of his rings making contact with your most sensitive area. All you could do was whine loudly, shaking through your orgasm as you squirted all over two of your boyfriends, the youngest of the trio slightly slapping and pinching your clit to prolong your pleasure. You should have felt bad; you were dirtying Chan's equipment and ruining your boyfriends outfits, but all you could think about was the white-hot pleasure coursing through you everytime Felix's hand made contact with your sopping pussy, everytime Hyunjin let out a moan of satisfaction when he was covered in more of your essence, everytime Minhos' hips ground into your backside momentarily when you whined.

"I don't know if you really learnt your lesson, you dirty girl," Minho growled lowly, dipping his fingers through your folds only to have Hyunjin grip his hand tightly, wide eyes staring up at you both as he kitten-licked the mess off Minho's fingers.

"I did, I promise! No more flirting! Can we go home now?"

Minho tsked. "I think you need to clean up your mess before you can leave. It's not polite to leave a room this dirty."

[kafus]

ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

[thehypnone]

Christmas Ghouls 5/10

WC: 1095

Relationship: Dewdrop & Rain

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Kirst <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This year Rain and Dewdrop had a different plan for the Chrsistmas gift giving. There wouldn’t be any surprise presents. What they’d do was something they talked about and have been considering for months.

Dewdrop was Rain’s, and Rain was Dewdrop’s, in so many ways. They were connected, bonded on deepest possible levels, their souls and hearts tied together with Lucifer-forged chains. They have been wearing each other’s marks for ages, always eager to renew the old ones and add some more. But there was something that, even after all this time, still seemed like a big step for them, in case of their relationship.

It was a mix of human and ghoulish tradition—exchanging rings and melding them onto each other’s horns to wear forever.

They picked simple designs, not very ornate. They’d both be silver, Rain’s with pieces of carnelian stone (pspsps), and Dewdrop’s with azurite (look here). Simple, but carrying great meaning, sentiment and symbolism.

Both ghouls were extremely nervous, worried that the other would decide it was too much and quit at the very last moment. Of course, neither would even consider that, but their insecurities, doubts and fears were always there.

They decided to do it the night before their whole pack would have their annual Christmas dinner. They’d show up with the rings on like a surprise, having not told the rest about their plan.

“Gonna be all wifed up now,” Dewdrop said, turning Rain’s ring over in his hand. He was smiling, but his eyes betrayed the anxiety.

“It's you who's the wife in this relationship,” the water ghoul scoffed and winked from where he was sitting on his desk, legs kicking.

“Oh no,” his mate protested, “you're way more wife coded.”

“Wife coded?” Rain snorted, raising his eyebrows. He paused the fidgeting of his hands as Dewdrop came closer, stepping in between the other’s legs. “Where did you even get that from?”

“Twitter. And they agree over there.”

“With what?”

“You being wife coded.” He wrapped his arms around Rain’s waist loosely, looking up at him. “A bunch of people also want to get you pregnant.”

“WHAT!?” the water ghoul giggled, and if Dewdrop could tattoo the image of him laughing and smiling from up close on his brain, he would.

“Yeah.” Dewdrop shrugged. “Well, if anything you'd be the one getting me pregnant but let them have their fun, right?”

“Dew!? Oh god,” he brought a hand up to cover his eyes and shook his head. Dewdrop continued to giggle quietly, his shoulders shaking. “Wait, hold up, though. If I'm the wife then you're what, the husband? No, if I'm a wife you are, too.”

“Great, and now we're lesbians,” the fire ghoul deadpanned, but bursted into a full body laugh after not more than three seconds. Rain followed a heartbeat after and they ended up laughing like maniacs, Dewdrop falling forward with his head against his mate’s chest.

After a while they managed to calm down. The laugh made the earlier tension dissipate, and both ghouls silently thanked the other for being so… silly. They were just silly.

“Anyway,” Dewdrop was the one to break the silence. “Do we… do this?”

“Yeah,” Rain sighed. “Yeah, we do.”

The water ghoul picked up Dewdrop’s ring again, from where it was laying next to him on the desk. He looked it over, examining, one more time and lifted his hand, eyebrows furrowing in an unspoken question. His mate nodded with a reassuring smile painted on his face, and Rain—his hands were absolutely not shaking—dropped the ring over Dewdrop’s left horn. It slid down to around the half of its length and Rain smoothed a thumb over it, pressing down on it just a bit to make it settle securely.

“Pretty,” he mumbled.

Dewdrop lifted his own hand to touch it, grinning when his fingers met Rain’s. “Your turn, wifey.”

Rain couldn’t hide the deep blush that creeped up his cheeks at the word. Maybe he did like that. Just a bit.

The fire ghoul winked, noticing that, but his own face wasn’t any better—he was equally flushed. Dewdrop took the other ring and reached up to slide it down Rain’s horn, mirroring his mate’s earlier action of thumbing over it and nestling it down.

“Okay, uhm…” he cleared his throat, “you should at least check in the mirror if you like it before I make it… well, permanent.”

Rain chuckled, more than sure, but he knew him looking it over first would reassure his mate. Pressing a quick kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead, he hopped off the desk and padded over to the mirror on his wardrobe. The fire ghoul joined him, and both their smiles grew impossibly wider at the visual.

“They’re perfect,” Rain whispered, eyes shining with tears and affection for his little mate.

Silence fell for a few short moments, but then Dewdrop grunted, “Ugh.”

“What?”

“I just got an extremely sappy thought,” he giggled, making Rain scoff, but laugh too.

“You’re impossible.” He smacked his arm playfully.

“Oh, well. Do you wanna…” Dewdrop waved a hand over his horns, “you know? Before I chicken out.”

“No way I just heard you imply you might chicken out,” the water ghoul grabbed his heart dramatically. His mate just rolled his eyes. “The almighty Dewdrop?”

“Oh, shut up already,” he spat, but didn’t have time for further light-hearted insults when Rain suddenly dropped to his knees before him, making Dewdrop gasp.

“Do it, baby.” He took his hand and pressed his cold lips to it, before guiding it to his ringed horn. Dewdrop swallowed heavily, calling upon his infernal power.

The rings were made of silver, but the inside was lined with metal of a lower melting temperature. That way, when Dewdrop would heat it up, it’d melt just enough to fill the cracks in the ghoul horns’ rough texture and make it hold.

“Are you–” he wanted to ask for clarification one more time, but Rain didn’t let him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” he told him, for the millionth time. Taking a deep breath, the fire ghoul closed his fist around his horn and just did it. Just like that, a few seconds and it was done.

“I love you, Rainy,” he mumbled, pulling his hand away to repeat the process on his own ring. “Merry Christmas.”

Before Rain even stood up, Dewdrop’s part was done, too. 

“Merry Christmas,” the water ghoul laughed, dragging his mate into a deep kiss. “What about we make it a real wedding night now, Droplet?”

“Take me to bed then,” he purred. “Wifey.”

[savventeen]

to build a home

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader rating: T (for swearing) wc: 3.7k summary: on the train ride back to meet jihoon's parents in person for the first time, you realize you don't really know what it's like to have a childhood home — at least, not in the sense that most people seem to have. but it's okay, because you've found a home in jihoon instead. warnings: talks about divorce (reader's parents) tags: fluff, this is so sappy guys, kind of emotional hurt/comfort, soonhoon best frienemies (they’re ride or die dw their friendship is just based on mutual teasing lol), vaguely implied asexual reader, a truly excessive amount of handholding, i really made jihoon into a hand-holding fiend and i'm Not Sorry a/n: this might be one of the most self-indulgent things i've ever written since reader's experiences are 100% based off of my own lmao. also i can't believe i wrote almost 4k of them just talking on a train, like??? wow. also also, i listened to sleeping at last's cover of i'm gonna be (500 miles) on repeat while writing so i recommend giving it a listen for the Vibes haha

Jihoon was nervous.

Not in a bad way, of course. But he was taking you back home to stay with his parents for the next four days and they would be meeting you in person for the first time and he was nervous.

Soonyoung, the bastard, could definitely tell and had made it his mission to embarrass the hell out of him until the last possible second.

It was only supposed to be Seungcheol and Minghao dropping the two of you off at the train station, but Soonyoung had physically crammed himself into the backseat between you and Jihoon and refused to let go of either of you until you’d reached the train station. Even then, you had to physically pry him off of Jihoon and promise to tell Jihoon’s parents that Soonyoung loved them and missed them and—

“—make sure to take lots of pictures of all his cringey old anime posters!”

Soonyoung’s insistence is only diminished by the effort he’s exerting not to be forcefully dragged back into the car by a disgruntled Minghao. Jihoon knows Soonyoung’s being even more of a handful for his sake, and Jihoon is both filled with love and also the desire to strangle his best friend with his bare hands.

Minghao is able to get him mostly back in the car, Seungcheol watching on with a slightly fond but mostly concerned smile, but before they can get the door closed, Soonyoung claws his way back to the doorframe to tell you, “Also, his mom keeps all of his baby pictures in a bunch of photo books by the—”

“And that’s enough from you,” Jihoon interrupts, forcefully shoving Soonyoung back into the car by the face, Soonyoung screeching with poorly disguised glee, and slams the car door shut.

Jihoon waves at Seungcheol who he can see laughing through the glass as he pulls away from the curb, leaving the two of you standing with your suitcases.

He hears you giggling, and turns around to face you with a sigh. “Ignore him.”

You give a thoughtful hum, drawing it out as you grab the handle of your suitcase and wait for Jihoon to grab his and start walking with you through the station.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you finally decide, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Jihoon groans, tilting his head back as if to ask the universe why me?

“Why,” you continue, “embarrassed about your Nami posters?” 

Like Soonyoung, Jihoon knows you’re just teasing, and he falls into your easy banter with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth.

He glares at you half-heartedly. “It’s poster, singular. And no, I’m not embarrassed,” he adds as you both make your way across the platform and into the closest empty train car (the only benefit of leaving at the ass-crack of dawn). “Why would I ever be embarrassed about Nami? She’s badass.” He grunts as he stands on his toes and lifts his luggage to store on the overhead rack and then reaches out to take yours as well. “Plus, you’re one to talk, with your weird shrimp god poster—“

And this argument is familiar, too. He can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes in exasperation and slide into the seat next to the window.

“It’s shrimp heaven,” you exclaim, “we’ve been over this.”

Jihoon just shakes his head, and he knows he sounds more than a little besotted when he says, “You listen to the weirdest shit.”

You give him a Look that manages to be both deadpan and undeniably fond, and no one except a few untitled projects saved on his external hard drive knows exactly how much he adores that particular look. “I am aware, yes, thank you.”

While this is the first time the two of you are traveling back to where Jihoon grew up, it is not the first time the two of you have traveled together. There’s a well-worn ease to the way your shoulders draw together like magnets, Jihoon offering up one of his earbuds as he balances his iPad across your joined knees.

It had scared him, the first time he felt himself leaning into your presence without a second thought — as easy and unthinkingly familiar as pulling on his favorite hoodie when he’s cold or the sound of his keys clinking against the countertop every night when he gets home. He’d never been one to seek out physical affection before, not unless he was desperate. But now he can’t help but feel like a flower seeking out the sun whenever he’s with you.

He leans his head against yours as he asks, “Want to watch some Bonobono?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a happy hum.

Jihoon presses play without further ado, and the two of you settle in for the next few hours.

You get through a few episodes quickly before taking a quick snack break, and it’s only a few minutes into the next episode that Jihoon notices you aren’t really paying attention. He turns his head where it's resting on your shoulder to get a better look at your profile, but he’s not able to see much since you have your own head turned to look out the window.

He finishes the episode and gets halfway through the next one, glancing over at you every few minutes, before deciding it’s time for him to check in.

Starting conversations is still not one of his strong suits, but he’s discovered interesting ways to wiggle himself into them, mainly by tricking you into getting the ball rolling for him. It’s in these moments that he channels his inner Soonyoung (he is taking this train of thought to his grave, mind you) and asks himself “How would cat-me ask for attention in this moment?” (Again, taking this train of thought to the fucking grave.)

So Jihoon leans away from you just enough for him to be able to turn slightly in his seat and gently plonk his head against your shoulder. When he gets no reaction, he does it again. And again, before doing it one more time as your turn to look at him with an amused smile. “Hi? You having fun, there?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. “The funnest.”

You snort and shake your head at him. “Okay, babe.” You turn your attention back out the window and Jihoon frowns.

With a quiet huff, he plonks his head on your shoulder once again, pushing in with his forehead and rubbing it back and forth against your sweater.

You start giggling — and god, it’s still one of his favorite sounds, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it — and you turn to look at him again with a single eyebrow raised. “Yes, Jihoonie?”

He moves so his temple is resting on your shoulder and he can look at you properly. “You okay?” he asks, lighthearted and warm. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while, missed the last couple of episodes.”

You blink, a little surprised, and look down at the iPad still balanced between the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You give him a smile and shrug the shoulder he’s leaning on. “Just thinking.”

The automatic retort of “oh, dangerous” is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back with a small frown. He’s never liked when you apologize unnecessarily, but he knows it’s something you’ve been working on, so he decides not to bring attention to it this time.

“What about?” he asks instead.

You’ve turned your attention back to Bonobono at this point, and you respond with a distracted “Hm?”

Jihoon pokes your temple with one finger. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh.” You look at him, considering, and then you huff out a short laugh as you reach over to pause the video. “You actually,” you tell him, tucking the iPad into your lap as you turn in your seat to face him fully.

That was not what Jihoon was expecting. “Me?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” just like he did earlier. “Your bedroom, more specifically.”

That was definitely not what Jihoon was expecting. Both of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My bedroom…” he trails off, voice dry and seeming to ask, are you really implying what I think you’re implying?

Your expression morphs into one of disgust so quickly Jihoon barks out a startled laugh. “Ew, no, don’t look at me like that, that’s not what I meant.”

Jihoon lets out a few of his own giggles as he asks, “What did you mean, then?”

He almost coos at the adorable way you pout as you cross your arms in faux anger. “Ugh, no I’m not telling you anymore if you’re just gonna tease me.”

“Aw come on,” he cajoles, reaching out to pry your crossed arms apart. “I only tease those who deserve it.”

You roll your eyes even as you let him pull your hands into his own. “Tell that to Soonyoung.”

“Are you kidding? He deserves it just for existing.”

You lift one of your conjoined hands to awkwardly point at him. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “Good. He needs the reminder.”

You fold over as you snort, falling into Jihoon’s space for a moment before you straighten back up with a beaming smile. “You’re such a terrible friend, Lee Jihoon.”

Closing his eyes, he nods solemnly. “I am aware of this, yes. It is my curse.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, making him smack himself in the shoulder with your still joined hands. “You can be such a dramatic little shit sometimes.” There’s a glint in your eyes that tells Jihoon you’re about to say something purely because you know it’ll rile him up, and he’s proven right when the next words out of your mouth are, “Soonyoung must be rubbing off on you.”

Jihoon’s jaw drops in offended horror. “You’d better take that back right now, I swear to god, y/n—” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he untangles your fingers and digs them mercilessly into your sides.

You squeal at the onslaught and try your best to deflect, but Jihoon’s relentless and you’ve always been extremely ticklish, so it’s only a few moments later that you’re choking out through strained laughter, “Yield! Yield! Fuck, I yield, you absolute ass!”

Jihoon glares at you as he stops and generously lets you trap his fingers in your hold. “Take it back.”

“Yes, I take it back, geez,” you pant. He’s pretty sure he hears you follow it up with a near silent “Why are both of you so insane?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What was that?” He wiggles his fingers pointedly.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at him half-heartedly before rolling your eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he smirks, wiggling his fingers again, but this time so he can lace them once again with yours. He brings each of your hands up to his face and kisses your knuckles before bringing them back down to his lap and letting himself drink you in.

You’re looking at him with something teetering the edge between incredulous and fond and over-the-moon, and Jihoon thinks he probably looks like a smitten fool just based on the way his cheeks ache and his ears feel like they’re on fire.

He’s come to love moments like these, where the both of you take a moment to just… take each other in — to simply exist in each other’s presence and soak it all in like sponges. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to put into words exactly what it feels like to look and be looked at like this. To see and be seen.

Jihoon doesn’t try to find the words this time, just lets himself bask in your glow with a soft smile.

After a few moments, he brings himself to break the ambient quiet of the train. “Hey,” he murmurs.

Your response is as soft and quiet as the smile you tuck into the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

He stares at you for another moment before saying, “You never ended up telling me, y’know.”

“Telling you what?”

“What you were thinking about earlier.” He starts idly rubbing his thumbs across the skin of your hands, tracing gentle arcs with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh.” You scrunch up your face a little before smoothing it out with a small shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Hmm.” Something tells him it probably is something important — to you, at least. And even if it isn’t, he still wants to know. “Tell me anyway?”

You tilt your head and look at him with a confused sort of amused smile. “Why do you wanna know so bad?”

Because I’m highkey obsessed with you and always want to learn more about you and how you think, is what he doesn’t say. At least, not out loud and not right now. He knows it’d probably fluster you and he doesn’t want to distract you from answering any more than he already has. (And maybe he’s still struggling with saying his sappy thoughts directly to your face instead of hoarding them in various notebooks, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon to work through.)

“Just curious,” he murmurs with a shrug. “And we still have a couple of hours left on the train.”

You stare at him for a moment like you don’t quite believe him and are trying to find the lie somewhere on his face. But eventually you mutter, “Okay.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose. “Well,” you start, after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “I said I was thinking about your bedroom, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, so.” You purse your lips as you tighten your hold on Jihoon’s fingers, just for a moment, before loosening your grip with a quiet exhale. “I was mostly just trying to imagine what that’s like.”

Jihoon blinks at you. “...What having a bedroom is like?” His tone comes across more deadpan than he means, confusion flattening his question into more of a statement.

“No, no,” you shake your head. “What having a childhood bedroom is like.”

Jihoon blinks again, furrowing his brows. “...I don’t understand.”

“God, I’m not explaining this right,” you mutter, chewing on your lip in obvious thought. “Okay, so like… You know how in movies and books and stuff, a lot of times there’s this— trope, I guess, where a character goes back home and stays in their childhood bedroom and it’s like a glimpse into their past? A lot of times for comedic reasons?”

Jihoon slowly nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well.” You give a self-conscious little half-shrug that makes Jihoon’s chest hurt for some reason. “I was wondering what that’s like. Like…” You trail off for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side and focusing on the middle-distance. Jihoon forces himself to wait patiently as you try to find the words you need to explain, his thumbs continuing their silent metronome across your skin.

“What— what’s it like to have lived your entire childhood in the same house?” you start, gaze still locked somewhere off to the side. “To have the same four walls watch you go from toddler to kid to preteen to moody teenager and then reluctant adult? And to know those same walls are still watching you grow up.” You give a wistful little sigh and focus back on Jihoon with a crooked smile. “I’m trying to imagine what that’s like. Hadn’t realized how much of a foreign concept it was to me until I really started thinking about it,” you finish with a small huff.

During your whole little spiel, you hadn’t sounded sad or bitter or anything other than genuinely curious, but it still pokes at that little ache in Jihoon’s heart. He knows your parents divorced when you were young, and there’s a part of him that wishes you could have had the perfect childhood he knows doesn’t actually exist. He also knows you’re not one to really talk about yourself or your past, so he’s grateful for the vulnerability you’re sharing with him in this moment. Softly, he encourages you to share more with him. “You went back and forth between your parents a lot, right?”

“Oh, god yeah,” you laugh. “And not only that, but my mom could never stay in one place either. Growing up, I think my dad only moved like… four times? But my mom moved… uh.” Your brows furrow deeply for a moment. “Hang on, I need to think this out.”

Jihoon almost whines when you detangle your fingers from his, but manages to turn it into a pretty convincing cough. (It’s actually not at all convincing, but luckily you’re too preoccupied to properly clown him for it.) He watches you mutter to yourself with a small pout and then he looks back down at your hands like he can make them hold his if he just stares hard enough. Your fingers extend one by one as you count, and his pout falls away as one fist and then the other blooms fully. And then one fist closes again, leaving a single finger standing.

“So… eleven? Eleven times.”

He’d known you’d moved at least a few times as a kid, but… “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Gently, he reaches out to hold your hands again. Squeezes. “And how often did you go back and forth?”

“Oh, god. That was a mess, too.” You’re laughing, but that ache in his chest keeps spreading, digging deeper. “We had different schedules that would change like— every few months. We did three days on, three days off, alternating sundays; we did two days on, two days off, with alternating weekends; at one point we even did every other weekday with alternating weekends… it was insane. Looking back, it seems even more insane.”

“Jesus.” He can’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like — almost constantly being on the move. Especially as a kid. “How old were you when they split again?”

“Five.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, long and gusty. It doesn’t sound sad, at least, just tired. Maybe a little bit like release. Then you send a small, amused smile in his direction. “So you can kinda see why the whole “childhood bedroom” thing is such a foreign concept to me, right?”

He can see why. And it aches. “Yeah,” he breathes.

Some of that ache must show on his face because you gently scold him, “Hey, don’t look like that.” You untangle your fingers once again to cup both of his cheeks, thumbs pressing into the corners of his mouth and smoothing out his unconscious frown.

You look at him, soft and warm and so full of love Jihoon’s breath catches in his chest. And then you adjust your grip so you’re pinching his cheeks, and you wiggle his face a little bit. “This wasn’t supposed to be a sad thing, Hoonie. Just a “we had vastly different experiences” kind of thing.” You stop pinching his cheeks and go back to simply holding his face between your palms. “Like, I know it helped me understand the concept of “home is where the heart is,” yanno?”

And, oh. Oh, Jihoon is so very head-over-heels in love with you. He can feel that love pooling and swelling inside him, curling up between his ribs and tickling the tips of his fingers as reaches up to cover your hands with his.

“Hmm.” His mouth moves before his brain can catch up. “And where is your heart, y/n?” he breathes.

For one infinite moment suspended in time, you and Jihoon are the only two people to exist. The world around him disappears as your eyes bore into his, and Jihoon gets to watch something in them soften, melt — pool into something that looks a lot like love as you turn your hands to let go of his cheeks and hold his fingers instead.

You bring his hands to hover in front of his face, and you roll your lips between your teeth like you’re trying to hold back a smile. What you’re trying to say finally clicks in Jihoon’s mind when you glance down at his hands and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

All of the blood in his body rushes directly to his face and ears so quickly that Jihoon thinks he might burst into flames.

 “Nooooooooo,” he whines, hiding his blazing blush behind your entwined hands and ignoring the way you’re outright laughing at him now. He lowers your hands just enough so that he can glare at you from over the tops of your knuckles. “How are you able to say the cheesiest things without actually saying anything? I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” you giggle, like the absolutely adorable little shit you are.

Jihoon growls in frustrated adoration before licking the back of your hands in retaliation.

You screech and try to yank your hands back, but he’s the stronger one between the two of you and he refuses to let go. “Lee Jihoon, you animal, what is wrong with you?!”

“Vengence,” is all he mutters.

You splutter. “Vengence for what?”

He continues to half-heartedly glare at you as he brings your hands down and presses them to the left side of his chest. Vaguely, he wonders if you can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. “For stealing my heart,” he pouts.

The sound that comes out of your mouth reminds him of a dying seal, and that’s how Jihoon knows it’s over for him — because he’s never heard a more endearing sound in his entire life and he thinks that maybe he’d do anything to hear it over and over again.

You continue to tease each other back and forth, your love for each other a steady undertow, and Jihoon realizes that while they may be heading back to the house he grew up in, it’s not home in the same sense any more.

Not when he looks at you and his heart sings a steady home, home, home inside his chest.

The thought doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thinks it should.

Home, home, home.

He likes the sound of that.

[sundrop-writes]

I am considering making a taglist (or making taglists)?

For a long time now, I have been against taglists for several reasons:

For one: I find them ugly. I do like my fics to be formatted in a way that I find visually beautiful.

Two: some people who ask to be tagged don't have the ability to be tagged turned on in their settings (and I'm not putting a bunch of dead urls in a tag list). And I don't want to have to keep reminding people to turn this on (but I do understand that especially now, a lot of people are new to Tumblr and might not understand how it works).

Three: (the biggest reason I was against it) - this is a problem I noticed when I used to have a taglist back in 2016/2017 and it's a problem I have seen some other people complain about - a writer may have a taglist of like 200 people, and then only get 5 or 10 comments on a fic.

But I want to find ways to combat these things because I know that a lot of people like the taglist format.

I don't know if people realize that taglists are extra work for writers on top of writing an entire fic (which is a lot of work), editing that fic, and then doing other formatting for the fic - like the things that I do in order to make my fics more enjoyable and presentable - like making a cover, and making a detailed warnings list. Those things alone probably add on an extra hour or two of work on top of the 30 hours it takes to write a 10k fic and the 10 hours of work it would take to edit that length of a fic. Increase those numbers for more words.

But a lot of people have asked me for taglists in the past, so I am considering it. But with rules.

So combat the ugliness, I would probably tag people in a reblog or tag them in the replies so that way there's not an ugly block of tagged urls on the actual post. Or I would do something I used to do and sent the fic to people in DMs, which is similar to a taglist. I'm not sure.

To combat the second part - I would give people one or two reminders about not having their mentions turned on, and after that, just drop them from the list if they are a dead url.

And for the third thing - the post important - I would likely make a rule that if people want to stay on my taglist, they have to leave a comment or reblog within a reasonable amount of time of the fic being posted (like - a week maybe?).

I say comment or reblog because I know that people have busy lives, and people might only have time to read fics about once a month or even less. so if you don't have time to read the fic and leave a meaningful comment, but you still want to be on the taglist, then you can reblog it (even if the reblog says 'tbr' or something like that) - because reblogging fics is supportive of authors and someone might see the reblog and want to read my fic. and it's a good exchange for the extra amount of work that it takes to maintain a taglist

so - what do you guys think? does this sound reasonable?

I would likely make a seperate taglists - one for if you want to be tagged in every single fic I post, and then one for each fandom. but I don't think that I would make taglists for each character because that's a little excessive to me (especially if it's a character that I don't write for often) - but idk. does all this sound reasonable? or should I just stick to no taglists? should I do a taglist for Titans as an experiment to see how it goes? idk.

I feel like part of the reason I also dropped the taglist thing is because I don't write for one fandom consistently. I used to have a taglist when I wrote for only kpop - because the people who enjoyed my content kept coming back to read fics about the same characters/people. and I feel like it might be too much trouble to keep track of who wants to be tagged in posts for which fandom

and I do get annoyed by comments asking to be added to a taglist (because those are like 'part 2' comments - usually it's the only thing someone has to say in the comments of a fic) - but also, I know I'm gonna get those comments either way. so I kind of want it to be a productive exercise, where I can add that person to a taglist and then get them to start commenting on my fics and reblogging them?

idk. I am trying to adjust to the new fanfic culture. I am just an old lady

[octolingkiera]

5, 15, 16, 29

hi!! thanks for your ask!! :3

(the list)

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

so on the one hand, my danny phantom fics always get a lot of attention and it always leaves me a little surprised, but on the other hand, that fandom is very fic focused, so at the same time it Doesn't really surprise me when i get a lot of kudos for them. what surprises me more is how much other fandoms DON'T comment or bookmark or follow fics lol. i was seriously spoiled with those lol

as for a fic that's gotten more feedback, uhhhh hm. a couple of my dp fics have done better than i thought they would, yeah, but i also have this bleach fic that's in second person that seems to have come across really well, so i guess that one's the most surprising lol

aftershocks has done really well, but that's not surprising considering the talent that went into it, the fact we updated every week, and the word count, but it still baffled me as we were updating it how well it was doing lol

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

definitely my rottmnt separated au (chapter 1 is posted on ao3 as sunset hues, jetpack blues (SHJB)) lol. ive been putting a lot of effort into it, more than i give most of my fics, tho i'm realizing now as i'm working more on planning i may have jumped the gun a bit and posted it a biiit early?? but also i wanted to post it on my birthday so i'm not so concerned about that kdshbfhdsf

when i post chapter 2 (which is basically done except for the final revision i need to give it), i'm gonna reread chapter 1 as well and make sure it's up to date with the minor stuff i left out bc i hadn't nailed down some specifics yet (but dw, it'll be Very minor and won't effect the plot lol)

besides that, i have oneshot prompts i wanna fill out and i have a fic in the works i'm calling Fallout, which is inspired by fall out boy songs (which ive been thinking about since like february/march when "love from the other side" dropped lol)

i also lowkey wanna try to get a fic done for danny phantom's 20th anniversary in april but idk how that's gonna go lol. i'm still very focused on ninja turtles

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

of my 54 works on ao3 Fluff seems to be my most used tag with 10 times, which is. lowkey a surprise LOL. Hurt/Comfort comes in second with 7 (tied with "not beta read" and a tag for a danny phantom fic event) and Angst is in third with 6 (barring the two that i'm not counting lol)

going by just my rise fics, first place tag goes to Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT) with 6 of my 8 fics (ao3 says 9, but one of them is aftershocks, which i won't include bc it's a collab) and only reason it's not all 8 is bc i didn't tag it in fics where it's not a main focus lol

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmmmm let's see.... okay what have i written this year....

oh god that's a lot more than i thought, uhhhh

i have a lot of stuff i Really enjoyed tbh. there's a fun little action sequence i wrote for a later part of SHJB that i liked (that i'll prolly have to rework a little), there's a few Other parts of my prewritten SHJB stuff i enjoy, there's a bunch of stuff in my rise august fills i really liked...

but i think for a single line/passage, i'll go with this bit from the beginning of my fic what's in a name? (which is also posted here on tumblr!!)

Donnie, not bothering to look up from his phone, flaps a hand in the air dismissively. “I keep all my anger bottled up in here,” he taps his chest, “and hope one day it will just kill me. Like a normal person,” he adds, as if what he just described is unequivocally a universal experience.

this entire piece was a lot of fun to write and there's some more silly lines in this i really enjoyed but i think this is the one i think about the most, like the exchange directly after this lol

Leo purses his lips and steeples his hands, holding this fingers to his mouth. “So that’s a yes to the mad, then.” “Or it could be, like, the coo-coo for cocoa puffs type of mad!” Mikey chimes in, crossing his eyes and swirling a finger beside his ear. “Y’know, like British people say.” “Ew,” Leo says, because that’s all that needs to be said about that.

and this line a little bit down from that

Raph’s next exhale is heavy, the burden of Atlas in his eternal torment. “Pizza Supreme, I wish.”

thanks again for your ask!!! these were a lot of fun to answer. i love talking about my writing dfjghbdfg get me started and i'll never shut up lol

[kezibun]

I get ya! I struggle with all of that. I'm ADHD (and maybe but yet to be confirmed autistic) the struggle is real. Its taken me a lot of practice and I'm still not sure I have the balance. But here's a massive ramble on what I find helps me ^-^

I find when it comes to details you can go into describing all the important details. Like it would be important to say the nail sticking out is rusty but the exact angle it's sticking out at might not be that important unless maybe thats relevant or something?.

So I write in second person Pov I think.... lots of You did this and you did that. So I try to only give out details only the y/n character would know. For example if it's dark they might not be able to tell the carpet is red or that there's someone lurking in the shadows (but maybe they feel like they're being watched)

But If y/n knows what a Faz-wrench is I won't need to explain it, I could say you picked up a Faz-wrench off the desk. But If they don't I might describe it as follows. You picked up something from the desk about the size of a phone, you inspect it. It was yellow and orange and has a bunch of buttons and two prongs on the top. It's design had Fazbear entertainment writen all over it that much tou know, maybe it was a tool of some kind?

I think pov has a lot to do with how much you describe, say you want to describe a room, if y/n is stood at the entrance they wouldn't see some things that you could describe if they were walking around said room.

I personally like to add actions to my descriptions, you don't have to describe everything about a room as you step in.

Without actions would be:

The old wooden door to the living room was creaky, the light had a yellow hue. The carpet is red and rugged, a side table sits infront of you, next to that was a brown leather couch it looks comfy. In front of the couch was a coffee table and across from that on the far wall was a fire place, the fires warmth filling the room.

But maybe with actions you could instead say:

You open the old creaky door and turn the light on, the light has soft a yellow hue. You then step on the rugged red carpet and walk past the side table, a letter sat on the table catches your eye. You finally take your seat on the brown leather couch and place your cup of tea on the wooden coffee table. The warmth from the fire infront of you is a comfort from the cold awaiting outside.

I feel like adding actions and movement to a description makes it a little less boring and more engaging, and still not every detail needs to be addressed initially, maybe there's also a book case in the room that later you go and grab a book at. Or someone else comes and sits on the armchair in the corner of the room and you only describe it when they sit there. Plus stepping into a new location will need more of a description then if your character has been there a hundred times. Because we look around a new place, but won't bother if we know this location like its the back of our hand.

Now dialogue! That depends on the characters, so my version or Sun is likely to ramble, info dump, go on tangents and over explain stuff in detail, where my Moon will say like 2 words about it.

If y/n asked Sun how his day working at the Daycare went he might say:

"Oh so first all the kids arrived and we only had one crier, but I hugged the little guy and bribed him with sundrop candy and stickers and he stopped crying. Then all the kids played tag! Until the desided to all gang up on me and I lost. After that it was arts and crafts! We did some paint by number but some kids just didn't quite get it, so we moved on to glitter glue, and we all drew our own sparkly creations! Then it was tidy up time and the kids played around until naptime..." and he rambled on for about an hour.

But If Y/n asked Moon?

"Yeah, good."

XDD

So if you wanna have a character ramble just make it apart of their personality I guess XD but probably not everyone is gonna ramble like Sun.

Sorry that was pretty long ^^; I hope it helps even a little.

Hi I just saw you're getting into fanfic writing!!!!! That is super cool!!! And about my fav character?!

Now I'm no pro (and I'm dyslexic) but I've been writing on and off for almost 10 years so if you need any help or tips and tricks or literally anything feel free to ask! It's really exciting to see a new writer! I would love to help in any way ^-^

A Quick tip for the road but one shots are amazing low pressure practice, so if you'd like practice before your practice I highly recommend writing a one shot or too. It can literally be 300 words about cuddling with your fav character or something but it really does make good practice ^w^

I hope you enjoy your writing journey >w<

Thank you so much! I think what I struggle the most with, from my own perspective (which is ofc flawed, I’m sure there’s other things that I could certainly improve on)

But I definitely struggle with things like… “appropriate amounts of rambling at appropriate times, according to fanfiction standards” in terms of details… like I don’t think I’m supposed to ramble on for about 1k words for a description of someone’s appearance, but also this isn’t like, an essay from when I was in school where I was meant to gather evidence and then essentially summarize it prettily… I’m supposed to… allow all my thoughts?

Noooo, I probably have too many thoughts… or do I not have enough? 🤷‍♂️ I can’t tell how much detail I should be including. I want it to be immersive, and for ME that would mean I might want every single detail, I wanna know about the stray nail sticking out of the flimsy plywood “wall” that you got scratched on in the dark even…

But… I don’t think others do??? And that leaves me floundering for middle ground, between “AuDHD ramblings” and “brevity tailored towards neurotypicals” and… idk.

I want the fic to be long, enjoyably long but long nevertheless!

The OTHER thing is… speech. I struggle. Like… when I myself talk I fall into that same struggle as above- do I just yammer on indefinitely or do I say maybe five words and shut up? I don’t have a middle ground, I wasn’t given that setting!

Soooo… yeah. I have many thoughts, many DETAILED thoughts… but… writing conversations is a struggle, and writing clearly but not “bore me to death, stfu about the carpet in the room bro” level of clarity.

Which, regretfully, I believe I might have just done

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[transmasc-wizard]

Here's my writblr intro

you know, the one i've been saying 'i'll get to' for like 2 weeks

Hey, I'm Nico, and my pronouns are he/they! I'm a queer teen writer, and i'm (sort of) a writblr now!

(To be clear: i'm still absolutely gonna post other stuff. However, i'll now tag that stuff "not writblr"--that way if anyone wants to follow solely for writblr content, they can.)

I write epic fantasy, urban fantasy, supernatural fantasy (i like fantasy ok), thrillers, queer fiction, and YA.

the FAQ:

"hey nico what's nanowrimo?"it's a writing challenge where you write 50k words, here's the website, have fun

"hey nico will you do tag games?" fuck yeah tag me, also do not worry like "hey maybe i've tagged him too much lately", i LOVE tag games.

"hey nico can i tag you in something random/a meme/a cat picture/a social justice post?" yep, go nuts

"hey nico can i know your exact age" no (this. has been asked)

"hey nico how can you be a bi aroace" like this!

"hey nico do you give writing advice" yeah, and I have a masterpost here that I update... mostly-frequently

"hey nico can i be on your taglist for {blank}" absolutely, i'll always say yes, you can just say "add me to {blank} pls" and i will

My WIPs (more extensive WIP intros themselves will happen later):

WIP: Gay Fairytale Series (GFS). books: 5. I talk about: 1 (Gay fairytale WIP 1), 2 (GFW2), the series as a whole. Genre: epic fantasy.

WIP's OCs: Angelique, Rowan, Cor, Ollie, Tasya, Vanya, Bea, Hope.

General synopsis: GFS is a queer fairytale retelling (cinderella mainly, and some others later on) about a group of teens destined to destroy the world and how they spite the government as much as possible while trying not to succumb to their fates. (I know it doesn't sound like cinderella but it is i promise--)

Taglist: @the-gay-lady-of-ravenclaw-tower, @timelybees, @stormharbors, @citywillow, @strawberrie-faerie, @void-fireworks, @pigeontnt, @phoenixistrans, @dauntlessshadowice1, ask to be +/-

Status: drafted (books 1/2), second drafting (GFW1), plotting (book 3), generally planning (books 4/5).

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WIP: Nano Thriller 2021 (NT21). books: 1. Genre: supernatural thriller.

WIP's OCs: Lissa, Ace, Raf, Winston, Thalia, Jade.

General synopsis: a group of prodigies are the first students to go to a new prestigious academy. But when murder hits the halls, they realize it's haunted by both monsters and a serial killer and they must figure out who's behind it, or be the next victims.

Taglist: @the-gay-lady-of-ravenclaw-tower, @stormharbors, @googolplexicon, @bluewritesbadly, @judylunsford, @void-fireworks, @citywillow, @strawberrie-faerie, @dauntlessshadowice1, ask to be +/-

status: first drafting

wip intro | comic sans powerpoint | wip page

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WIP: Valarie Saintly is Totally Normal

OCs: Val, Mack, Leah, James, Spacey, Franklin

General synopsis: Val saved the world! now she's trying to live life even though people keep trying to get her help again. She's welcomed into a group of slightly criminal weirdos and shenanigans ensue as she learns self-care and other mushy stuff.

Taglist: uhhhh @goldentangerines i think. please correct me if im wrong. also @dauntlessshadowice1, @inked-fables, @master-of-fluff and @void-fireworks. ask to be +/-

status: plotting, will be drafting in January 2022.

the comic sans powerpoint which is also the wip intro

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WIP: Golden Heists

OCs: they don't have names yet but they kill people and they're gay

General synopsis: a bunch of criminals break out of prison then work together to steal from monarchs and get revenge on those who've wronged them. Almost everyone dies, or worse!

Taglist: @writeblrfantasy, @stormharbors, @citywillow, @master-of-fluff, @dauntlessshadowice1, ask to be +/-

status: plotting, will be drafting at some point in 2022.

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If you'd like to be added to a taglist, please specify the WIP or if you'd like to be added to all in general!

Also it'd be great if this was reblogged (no pressure), i'd love to find more writblrs to follow! (especially if you write similar stuff!)

[corgoship]

 btw you should. tell me more about ALL of them but i will be patient, I wont ask about the secret things yet. y e  t. updates on the trip gone wrong fic? or, or, give the Most vague non description of love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling. I know the vagueness, so like. dont even say names or fandoms, just. vibes of it i beg, confuse the masses xoxo mwah ,love you

Ok ok ok you got me. Hold on. I need to pull up the list :))) (long post ahead)

zemo fic part 2 draft - what it says on the tin, the second installement in the Ozymandias series, a story about Steve and Zemo, with lots of hurt Steve to go around. For those of you unaware, this is the first work, which is complete:

The state of the sequel is... undetermined but I am slowly chipping away at it. When I'm in the mood.

one bullet - one of the chapters of the previously mentioned fic that I actually finished and singled out. There's a gun and crying involved, is all I'm gonna say

wips 3 electric boogaloo - i'll be honest this one is a mismatch of drafts for stuff I have already written, like my Steve & Peter fic, and big chunks of trip gone wrong, which brings me to:

Trip gone wrong! That's the working title, but I think I'll settle for "The Racehorse Connection". This story has been almost finished for months - i only need to finish one more chapter and the epilogue... more than 50k is done. Unfortunately whenever I go back to this fic, I get the urge to rewrite it... which would be tedious. Anyway it's focused on Steve and Clint and there's some Hydra and aliens involved. Pretty proud of some of the bits that happen later on. Fond of this piece, if only I could finish it...

dragon rider - my samsteve dragonrider au. Mostly I pop in there to add lore/ideas/plot points instead of writing anything concrete

hurry boy, it's waiting there for you - my!!! Kittycap story!! Which for once is just pure fluff!! Mutual pining and first kiss. The good stuff.

metameowphosis - now we're getting to my breaking bad era huh. I mentioned this a few times and I tag stuff with it. Basically if Kafka's Metamorphosis and Christmas Carol had a baby - Walt is inexplicably transformed into a cat and enlists Jesse's help to turn back. And he learns things along the way. Also pretty fond of this one.

cabroncito - my secret secret messed up breaking bad fic... now with a title, but I'm afraid that's all you're getting :) well, a bunch more info i suppose: it's one of the darkest thing I've written... along with zemo fic, but this one is worse imo... to be completed soonish???

love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling - my gale/walt fic!! Gale fixes him! That's it that's the story. Haven't gotten that much down yet but. I have some ideas.

WHEW okay that covers everything!!! Thank you for being interested i love talking about myself :)))

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First and foremost I'm gonna screenshot this so you can't edit or hide anymore, Jess.

You are the most audacious person I have had the unfortunate displeasure of watching for years. I'm also going to correct you because you are the most hypocritical, obnoxious, self-centered, and self-absorbed person I have ever seen on this platform. You have a stunning amount of gall to spout off this type of crap and do it with a straight face.

So why don't we go over what the fuck you're actually talking about. I'm not gonna let you tip-toe around this subject any longer.

You seriously think you can get away with vague posting about this subject while not naming what it is (as if anyone reading this blog couldn't figure a few things out?) Well, I'm not letting you bury your ignorant, uneducated head in the sand one second longer. That is not how this works. So let's finally talk about it. But use your actual words.

PALASTINE

You're talking about how you hate seeing news about the genocide in Palestine. As if this genocide wasn't being censored on Western media already. As if thousands of people haven't been murdered already and aren't continuing to die as we speak. As if the people of Gaza were not shot this so-called Christmas evening, leaving more then 70+ dead.

But here you are complaining about sanitized updates. So let me ask you, Jess, did you not heed my earlier DM about how to deal with stuff if you couldn't handle it? My guess is no since we're right back where we started. And you have obviously learned NOTHING. Or perhaps, more insultingly, refuse to learn.

This was the initial post you wrote about Palestine and here is the anon I sent to you because I wasn't going to let you reduce discussion of a fucking genocide down to a boilerplate "anti-religious" rant that not even the most ardent of atheists would support.

I chose to do it on anon for your sake because I thought I'd give you a chance to adjust your perspective and adapt a little more forethought into what you post in the future. Perhaps gain a touch more empathy for the plight of others. Instead, you choose to double down with an even more self-centered opinion, whining about how your personal comfort is under attack.

I named three ways you could choose to ignore what was happening in Palestine if you really didn't want to see anything. However, I also wasn't going to let you say that shit so blatantly without you knowing what you said was one of the most tone-deaf responses in the damn world. It must be so nice to say something so abhorrently callous and not worry about the consequences. And a month later it is still the most selfish thing I have ever seen you post on on social media.

Oh, and how did you respond?

All you did was just go back, make your post rebloggable, and add a bunch of new tags in.

I decided to highlight the last bit because you wanted to just say:

"Just cuz"

How about we translate what you really meant?

"Just because someone pointed out a bunch of issues with my post, I'm keeping it here out of spite! This is a metaphorical middle finger to this anon who had the nerve to criticize me for my laziness and apathy!"

Let me remind you a bit of what the internet is, Jess, because you don't seem to comprehend your place within social media so I'm going to educate you because at this point, I've had enough of your pathetic whining.

Being on social media is just that: SOCIAL. Its other people posting online about their experiences and talking with one another about topics like the one you're trying to pretend isn't happening. Sometimes they will talk about things that make you uncomfortable. If you can't handle that reality, you can't be online. Period. The internet is far too interconnected with billions of people to be a niche thing anymore.

Can you go online to have fun? Yes, you can, but that doesn't change the fact that you're always going to stumble across something you don't like online. No method of self-censorship is 100% foolproof. It's all a matter of how you chose to engage or disengage.

But frankly, the way you choose to address things makes you look like the biggest jackass.

And to be clear? The internet was never a happy fun safe space for poor delicate souls like you to retreat to and if that's what you believe, you're about as delusional as all the religious people you harp on. All people like you have ever done is isolate yourselves to the point you can't function normally or behave decently. You're so regressed mentally and emotionally that even the tiniest bit of bad news sends you into shrieking hysterics like an overgrown toddler.

And I will say this to you directly because I know you're not even trying to actually curate your feed or dashboard or wherever you go online. It's sincerely not that hard to keep your head down if you insist on staying oblivious. You're just upset about the fact this genocide is big news and that you saw A FEW FUCKING SCREENSHOTS.

But how dare they, right? How dare people who try to fight both censorship and information suppression. How dare people help spread important information because it happened to appear on your precious feed. And by the way, those same people you get pissed at for these perceived slights, are the very same people fighting tooth and nail so YOU can voice these toxic opinions in the first place. You should be grateful you even have the ability to still do that.

You're not facing any hardships. Not real ones anyway. As far as I've seen you in your rants and rambles you have two parents who support you even though you barely make any money "freelancing". You still have a roof over your head, all the comforts of home, and even a new dog for company.

You're not being dehumanized and gunned down senselessly in the streets along with your entire family. You're not losing your home. You're not laying awake in terror every night, wondering if you'll live to see the next day, let alone the next hour. You have suffered nothing in comparison to the Palestinian people. You're just some self-entitled nobody living a mediocre boring life where you have the luxury to churn out art all damn day without a care in the world…until something bursts that delusional protective bubble of yours and makes you face reality for a few seconds. Because god forbid the people fail to cater to your specific whims and desires for one fucking moment when you can't even extend the same courtesy to them.

You're tired of hearing about Palestine? Imagine how fucking hard it is to LIVE it.

Give me a fucking break you sniveling little wastrel.

And while we're at it let's talk about how you act on other social media. This is how you choose to talk about Palestine: By sneakily going on other platforms and acting like you're under direct attack by a barrage of triggering posts and images and saying you don't need to comment on what's happening and not have a "take."

Here's the thing.

You had a take.

You reduced a genocide down to two religious groups who are "war" and now the news is invading your personal bubble, making you see things you can't "stand" because you can't do anything to help. You claim you already have "too much" on your plate.

How pathetic are you?

People every day are doing what they can in all sorts of ways to help and support Palestine even if it's not a direct hand to them. Even if you did the most basic low-effort task of simply reblogging, you would still stand there in apathy. Because you have convinced yourself of your own narrative about this being a religious war that you, the most bitter yet cookie-cutter atheist I've ever come across, refuse to even learn the nuisances of this situation. Instead, you use it as a springboard and a soapbox for your own anti-religious rhetoric.

Your argument of "I can't do anything" is just you already admitting you have no desire to understand or gain empathy for others because it doesn't further your own goal to feel self-important and morally superior. And rather than stay quiet about seeing upsetting stuff you dislike, you chose to constantly complain about it while getting upset about how things are getting through on your dash/feed.

If you really wanted to keep your feed "clean" you'd already know how else to keep tabs on people you had to unfollow to keep your precious little bubble intact. Or, maybe if you have an issue with them posting something that's not tagged properly why don't send them a DM or something? You certainly have a lot of opinions. You sure as shit have never been shy about expressing them. You must have a damn opinion about them for disturbing your dashboard right?"

Your talking about twitter and screenshots? You can still follow and mute people! Don't act like you don't know how websites work! It's not that difficult if you fucking try.

But you don't.

You bitch and moan constantly and make more posts about something you "don'"t want to see in the most pathetic passive-aggressive manners.

If you really wanted to stay ignorant about stuff it isn't that damn hard so don't give me or anyone else these poor excuses. You literally have nothing going on in your actual life that even if something disturbs you you instantly go online and post in rambles and rants.

You're a 30 year old adult (in theory, but in practice not so much). How about acting like it instead of a passive-aggressive bitch? You act like this is your first time online, like you've never even touched a social media website in your life.

Oh, I'm sorry. Do people need to curate everything for your specific needs? Is everyone else on the internet supposed to be your fucking babysitter or something? Well, sorry, because we all have actual people to worry about, Jess. People are getting killed every damn day. Children being hunted like animals and condemned to hell, dying in a pool of their own blood. Mothers weeping over their dead babies.

How about being a damn adult and doing something rather than whining and complaining endlessly online? Or is that really all you can do? Because you have not stopped bitching about this since October. You are chronically incapable of letting anything go. You could do a hell of a lot more things in life but all I see, even on fucking Christmas, is more ranting and griping about seeing news on Palestine.

All while people are still being killed.

You are nothing short of what I called you before. Your privilege is showing. Frankly, you are a disgusting person. You are no better than the extreme religious people you smack talk about. Reducing everything to something you don't care to understand. Your compliance shows me where you stand on this matter, and your unchanged take from a month ago is too telling of what type of person you are.

I would have given you the benefit of the doubt if it wasn't for the way you have carried on about this. You've had plenty of time to grow or learn some of this all but it seems you won't change in your ways and will continue to act like this.

I can see why no one supports you, your artwork, or your opinions. You are not worth it. I regret following you, supporting you, and enjoying your art.

There are better people to support, commission, and network with. I've had it up to here with you. I have decided to reblog here so people can see what type of person you are because I won't stand for you trying to post anymore about Palestine and treating its suppression like it personally insulted you when you could easily be an ostrich with your head in the ground with little effort and chose instead to act like this.

I'm going to leave this post here with the receipts. You can choose to mull over it all, talk, reply, or whatever. I'll post things here for transparency's sake. Either way, I said what I needed to say, and don't think you can backtrack and spin this off like it's nothing. There is no apology for acting like a privileged cow.

And I'll be tagging this. @puppyluver256

Welcome to Tumblr, where it's part of the site culture to generally tag upsetting things so that people can use any number of filters to filter said things out!

Except for when we don't.

Which is all the time.

[hopeymchope]

I haven't fully watched the new Higurashi yet (you can include spoilers for OG higurashi and the sequel in your answer, it's fine!) but from what I've heard and seen myself, Satoko was extremely out of line towards Rika and nothing Rika could've done could justify how Satoko basically abused and tortured her. The fact that they reconcile at the end puts me off because how can you forgive someone who forced you to relive your worst traumas?

*MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 2020-2021'S "HIGURASHI GOU" AND "HIGURASHI SOTSU" ANIMES HEREIN*

I wasn't sure how to speak to this Ask because the Ask itself is a massive spoiler (and obviously it's possible some people here might not be wanting that), but it's also Anonymous. So I have to answer it publicly if I'm even gonna respond. I guess I'll just roll with the huge spoiler warning there, put a bunch of spoiler tags in, and hopefully that'll do enough.

God how I hate Gou and Sotsu, though. *sigh* It's not the sequel story I hate the most out of any sequel ever, but it's definitely one of those sequels that... any time I go back to the original, it's tainted by the knowledge of what canonically came later. It'll never not be damaged by these things. Taking a story that had a beautiful and satisfying ending for decades, then going back to add a new sequel that not only undoes the triumph of that ending complete but ALSO radically reinterprets one of the beloved characters into a villain now is just... SUCH a "fuck you" to everybody who ever loved the original.

There’s nothing like hugging it out after 100 years of physical and psychological torment.

But that long-ass video I recently linked to also taught me a lot of things about how it turned out the way it did — and where you can go to get a better version of the same basic tale. Though even then, I still have a lot of misgivings.

For starters, I learned that franchise author Ryukishi07 wrote down the basics of what was supposed to happen in every arc and the overall narrative for the anime team at Passione, and then he let them handle the details. The actual scripts were handled by the writers at Passione, and Ryukishi07 said he was frequently shocked and surprised by what they did in the storyboards and scripts. He wouldn't have written things that way himself. But because he A) believed they were the experts when it came to animation, not him, and B) has always embraced other creators coming in and giving their own narrative spin to the 'When They Cry' multiverse, he always signed off on/approved anything they showed him, no matter how much it deviated from his own vision. Which, I'd argue? Was a big mistake. Because when you're giving us the first official full sequel to such a beloved story solely in anime format - there's never going to be any other "Ryukishi's version"? That means you need to make sure the characters are being done right and the events make sense. You need to make certain it's all true to that original tale. No, maybe this isn't the medium you're comfortable writing in. But that doesn't mean you can afford to look the other way when you think "Wow, that's completely NOT what I intended" over and over.

Secondly, I learned much more about the manga adaption of "Gou" and its own unique take on the sequel — which is called Higurashi Meguri. By the time Sotsu was finished airing, the "Gou" manga was just wrapping up, and the mangaka embraced the opportunity to do take the same framework and tell a version of the story that is significantly different. The result is that the manga is much more in line with the characters and tone of the original story than the anime was, because the author has seen how much the anime didn't work and is able to course-correct in a million small ways. The same basic events are there, sure. But it's all about a hundred times better-handled so far. 

HOWEVER... there are some flaws that are going to remain inescapable. When you end one season/series on a cliffhanger that you proceed to ignore for like 13 episodes before you get around to dealing with it in the second season/series? That’s stupid, and it’s an example of something kind of inescapable in the structure of the damn thing. More importantly, as far as I'm concerned? The entire concept of this sequel was doomed from the fucking jump. Getting a version with better writing and better motivations and more believable actions on the part of the characters is GOOD, sure, but that doesn't mean it's not STILL a huge "fuck you" to have these basic events take place at all. Y'know? Like, I respect Meguri, sure. But I still don't particularly WANT it.

...this is all a really overlong lead-in to my point, which is that: In Gou and Sotsu, they sometimes try to imply that Satako isn’t really in control of her own actions, Or at least, the Satako we’ve always known isn’t in control? There’s seemingly a new, second personality in there - a “witch” who may or may not have been brought into existence by her interactions with Eua inside the sea of fragments. (And again: The whole “a god-being inside the physical domain of the the sea of fragments is communicating with Satako to cause her to become corrupted” is something I find inherently bad and dumb that you can’t really ignore in this story.) So this arguably removes some degree of guilt from Satako? (This is heavily muddied by how the storytelling handles the whole “Dual Personality” aspect in a bad way, but that’s another can o’ worms.) 

On the flip side, the alternate telling of these events in the Higurashi Meguri manga takes this idea much farther, making it far more blatant that Eua damages Satako’s mind against her will and forcibly manipulates Satako into her new corrupted form. Satako is far more of a victim in Meguri than she ever is in the anime; it’s obvious that she’s not in control of anything anymore. She’s just a puppet that Eua is using to ensure that Rika continues to be “interesting.”

So I guess my point is, yeah, I get what you mean about the anime in particular. I guess this is supposed to be an exploration of how their relationship became too co-dependent, but it really just makes Satako look like a psychotic asshole. But in the manga? Well, Meguri isn’t finished, but at this point, I can far better understand why someone would forgive Satako in THIS scenario. It really isn’t her fault that this happened to her OR Rika.