#author goo!anon

[dragonanne]

Hey hello I just wanted to let you know, I know the author of RDG and she’s seen your Ginger art and she Very Much Fangirled. Jenni loved it. Just letting you know, because she doesn’t have tumblr but I do and I’d want to know if an author loved my work

That's so sweet of you to let me know, thank you!!💖 I actually shared in on Instagram back when I posted it, so I was able to tag her in the post. But still, thank you for reaching out!!💖 It made my morning to know that someone wanted to make sure I knew something so cool! You're awesome!! Have a lovely day, anon!

[navstuffs]

hi dear! how you doing? please don't goo to crazy! could i request maybe a blurb or hc about leon and reader in a silly misunderstanding? like maybe they're friends and the whole situation gets them to confess? lol

A convenient misunderstanding

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

Author's Notes: hey anon, i am okay, how about you? you are so sweet, thank you so much! i made this angsty, silly and cute, so i hope you like it!

requests are open for leon, carlos, poly leon/carlos! | my leon's masterlist

You and Leon have been friends for a couple of years. It felt longer since Leon knew you better than anyone: your favorite flavor of ice cream, the temperature of your shower (not too hot, not too cold), the favorite episode of your comedy tv show, the playlist on his phone that has your name, with songs chosen by you. He cares about all the little things that matter to you because Leon likes to see you happy.

So, of course, you tell yourself you can't fall in love with him because you can't lose a friend like that, but the heart does what it wants, and in a couple of months, you realize you are doomed. Hard.

You keep those feelings bottled up for the good of your relationship, but it gets too much. So much so that Friday night, when Leon arrives at your house to watch the ridiculous-comedy-bad movie night, he finds you miserable by the sofa.

"Hey, what is wrong?"

You sniffle before you answer, opening your arms and searching for his warmth. Leon's hands immediately pull you to him, his eyes staring at you, worried. Leon looks like he is about to kill whatever made you upset.

"I think I like someone I shouldn't, Leon."

The weight of your admission heavily weighs on Leon's chest, and you can feel him freezing. His voice sounds low and almost fearful when he answers.

"Must be a lucky guy. Do I know him?"

"Yeah, you do."

Leon lets go of you, a sad smile on his face, and gently taps your chin. You really, really want to tell him, but you can't. Leon also doesn't pressure, bringing you close to him and kissing the top of your head.

Because Leon Kennedy knows exactly who that man is. His and your best friend, Luis Serra. Leon couldn't blame you: Luis always made you laugh the hardest, and Leon saw the happiness of being around him in your eyes. Leon had no hopes it was him, for more than he desired from the bottom of his heart.

"You should tell him," Leon whispers, his heart breaking a million pieces. You sigh, nodding, holding into his shirt.

So the next time Leon meets you is at a small friend gathering; the first thing Leon notices is you and Luis talking, separated from the others. He tries to be happy for you, and he indeed does, but when Luis pulls you into a hug, Leon can't bear to watch it anymore, so he leaves to the front of the house, ignoring Claire's calls for his name.

No one comes looking for him for a while, and Leon stays alone watching the stars. Soon, he hears footsteps behind him, and you join him, a drink in your hands and an adorable smile on your face. You look happy. Leon looks to the stars again, ignoring the pain in his heart but, at the same time, trying to be content for you.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Claire told me to come get you. She said you left without saying anything."

"Needed some air," Leon answers straight. You are surprised by his harsh tone but don't argue. You two stay in silence for a bit until you speak again.

"Remember our conversation last Friday? About the guy I liked?"

Badum. Badum. No, please, Leon thinks, a pain deep inside his chest that he feels spreading in his soul. He really doesn't want to hear about you and Luis now, but he doesn't want to break your heart.

"I saw. Congratulations," Leon answers, crossing his arms to hide his shaky hands.

"What?"

"You and Luis. I saw. Congratulations. I am happy you confessed." Leon tried again, and you looked confused.

"Me and Luis? What are you talking about, Leon?"

"I saw you hugging him at the party?" Leon tries again, glancing at you. You still look confused, holding the cup tightly in your hands. He sighs, "Look, I am sorry, but I don't really want to hear it. I am glad you and Luis are together now, but it would be just too much for me."

"Me and Luis aren't together? What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between me and Luis!" You try to argue. Leon keeps talking over you, too absorbed and letting his feelings out, and you two end up talking over each other.

"—but, I can't, I can't see you two together. I am sorry, this is so cowardly on my part, and this is stupid, but I love you, okay? So there."

"Luis and I aren't together because the man I love is you!"

Silence. You and Leon stop, asking at the same time again.

"Did you just—?"

"Leon, did I hear—?"

Silence again, and the realization kicks in for both of you. You look down, embarrassed, your heart pounding in your chest. Leon blushes, trying to understand where he got everything wrong.

"Wait, but you told me you were in love."

"I never said it was Luis, Leon. You assumed."

"Right."

You raise your head to find your best friend completely taken back. He notices you looking at him and attempts to smile, and you close off the distance between you two, his arms going over your body as you cup his cheeks to look at you.

"You are the one I love, Leon Kennedy. I didn't say it before because I was afraid. I didn't and don't want to lose you."

"You aren't losing me. I am yours forever now." Leon whispers, rubbing your cheek. Your whole body vibrates with happiness, and when you two finally kiss, there is a sudden cheering behind you.

You and Leon separate, startled, his arms surrounding you protectively. It is your group friends, most noticeably Luis in the front, the one clapping the loudest and cheering, "Finally!" You hide your face in Leon's shoulder.

"They are never letting go of this, right?"

"Never." Leon doesn't care one bit. As long as he has you in his arms, he will be fine.

[acalamity]

I love your work and I saw that you have requests open. If you can, can you write about Gun Park with a reader who is stronger than him and he ends up falling for her. Thank you!

author's note

thank you anon! this is probably not what was expected, if anything at all. a bit of gun character study, I don't write him particularly well

to another anon who asked for jake, samuel and gun, I'm sorry but I accidentally deleted your ask thinking it'll just delete the draft (apparently not) :( but I don't write headcanons

lookism! gun park x reader. reader introduces whimsy (and peace) into gun's life

more below the wubbaboo!!

Gun Park, Shiro Oni, who comes with the doom harboured by drizzling rain, has fallen. He has fallen in more ways than one, in more ways than he thought possible. And yet, the only reason he had fallen is because of you. His ultimate demise, caused by a bright-hearted fool so unlike him.

He wonders if you realise how you changed his life; his worldview. How the very first time he saw you use your overwhelming strength was for trivial errands. How the second time he saw you use your strength, was for another errand, delivering supplies to a clinic far away. How the third time he saw your strength, it was for the numerous little children who wanted to be carried.

And how all the other times he saw your strength; it has never been for destruction. How he had turned away from someone so boring; a waste of talent— yet in the end, too was captured by you. (Nowadays, he'll know not to sneer at you for a fight, and not call your strength wasted potential).

The first time you completely overwhelmed him, he laid defeated on the ground and stared up at the sky with an odd sense of calm. Neither the excitement, attraction nor the thrill of battle he had been anticipating remained in his blood. Then, in his vision, he saw your face, concerned and worried. It was ridiculous. Someone worried for a superhuman like him? How ridiculous.

Yet not once did your concerns fade; defeat after defeat, as he laid upon the ground in utter hopelessness, with no such excitement or pumping blood, your face would pop up.

In the first time in his life, Gun Park felt humiliation. And so he laid there until a hand was given to him, "You're a bit too pathetic, you know that?"

Not even Goo Kim would say that.

— —

It made him wonder if the gentle hand upon his, capable of much more destruction than he could imagine, has influenced his own.

"Hold on!" You exclaimed, adjusting the flower crown on his head that was lowered to you. Although he wasn't sure why he was using it, nor was he certain of the purpose of the mess of scattered flowers and stems— he rather liked it, "There we go, much better."

"What's this for?" He stood back up straight, white pupils bare if his usual sunglasses staring into your soul. He watched you create another crown of flowers, intertwining their stems gently and meticulously, "Isn't it fun?"

No, Gun wanted to reply, so he says nothing instead and continued in silence. Once you were done, you handed over the second crown to him, letting him hold it with your hand over his, "Here, tie it around my head."

And so, he does, letting you turn your back to him so he could place it on, "It's ok if you don't like activities like this. But you should experience it once in your life."

You're aware of the destruction he caused, you're aware Gun Park isn't much outside of his traditions and violence. You know that he's shared a cup with another; but at least, you hope he can learn to live.

It's only when you snap a picture of the moment did Gun see the tender smile upon his own face.

[wannaeatramyeon]

I saw requests and started walking inti your inbox.

Hear me out, Gun and Goo with an author S/O that tends to write more action or horror stuff. I'm just imagining Gun coming home and reader looks up like, "I'm so glad you're back! I have a few questions! First off, how would you describe the texture of blood in detail? And, do you know if a stab not into but near the heart would be fatal if not treated for about 15 minutes?"

Hey anon, thanks for the ask! I don't think I could top that imagery in your ask so I've gone for something a tiny bit different (and short and sweet.)

Bloody Research with your boyfriend: Gun Park, Goo Kim

G/N. A little gory.

Gun Park

"So would you say that was more of a crunch or a snap?"

Gun pauses, considering the impact of his punch with the ribcage he just broke.

The guy lying half-dead on the floor sputters and coughs up blood. There's a stomach-churning gurgle as he tries to breathe. You think he might suffocate and die this way.

"A crack," is Gun's answer, and you hastily jot it down.

"Wow," you crouch down to peer into the other man's mangled face and at the crimson on his lips. "I didn't know blood could be so bright."

"The fresher it is, the brighter it is." Gun comments, dusting off his suit, "Is this enough for your research?"

"Absolutely," you tuck your pen and notepad back into your bag and give it a pat. "Thanks babe! Come on, we can make our dinner reservation."

Gun gives you a nod and a ghost of a smile.

Goo Kim

"So I pour this on the sponge and scrub. Never directly onto the clothing, you got that Cupcake? You can ruin a good suit that way."

You nod avidly and note down 'hydrogen peroxide'. "Does it matter how much?"

"Mmm..." Goo taps his pink rubber-gloved finger thoughtfully to his chin, "Depends," is his very useful, very helpful answer.

"Goo," you whine because you intend to be very thorough with your research and 'depends' is not good enough.

"Sorry babe," Goo throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close, "Just use your judgement or whatever."

"Hmph."

Your boyfriend nuzzles his lips into your neck, and gives you a small nip that tickles more than hurts.

It soothes your displeasure, you always are a sucker for this man. Fine. Maybe you don't need this level of specificity for your writing.

"Wanna see which of my swords are the cleanest for slicing off a limb?" he offers as consolation.

"Fuck yes!"

[winterwump]

Hi! I lived your gun x reader x goo nsfw, can you pls do one with jake x reader x samuel one? Where both are fighting to win reader over and choose to make reader decide who reader thinks is better.

Tough Decisions

Author’s Notes: I’ve been sitting on this request for a hot minute, but here it is Anon. I think that this 3some fic is MUCH better than my 3some fic with Gun & Goo. I really like this one.

Words: 821

Content Tags: Cervix fucking (kinda) and Pierced Genitalia

You never thought you’d be in a situation like this, but you’re not gonna complain. Because aside from the two nude men in front of you, who would complain about this?

“C’mon y/n, it’s a really simple question” - Jake spoke first, breaking the tension between you all.

“Is it really that simple?” - You asked, even though your tone was lax you were genuinely asking. Your response however, earned you an eye roll from Samuel. He’s so bratty.

“Stop bullshitting. After what we did, you know which one you like better” - The annoyance in Samuel’s voice was palpable.

‘After what we did’. Fuck, that alone made your pussy throb. What you wouldn’t give to be filled again. To be frank, you were thoroughly plowed by both Jake and Samuel. You felt your mind begin to wander back to earlier events:

Jake took the initiative and made light work of your pussy when he ate you out so eagerly. He wanted you nice and wet for him. Your pussy was so pliant for Jake as he entered you. Fuck, Jake’s length alone could make you cum. He was so deep inside you that he laughed when you whined as he pushed further in you.

Samuel on the other hand, gave you a taste of his cock. He let you get acclimated to his girth, guiding your tounge with soft words that you didn’t even know he was capable of producing. In contrast to his sultry voice, Samuel’s grip your hair was so firm and needy.

You felt yourself get lightheaded while you were being fucked out. It was hard to keep up with the change in position, but you knew who was in what hole. You could tell it was Samuel inside you when your walls were being massaged by the piercings along his shaft, and you knew it was Jake when the tip kissed your cervix ever so gently. Both sensations, in their lovely differences, made cumming a near constant for you. It’s almost too much to handle.

Giving head was another story entirely, both cocks presented challenges that you loved. Jake was easier to deepthroat, but only by a small margin. His cock was lengthy, so you could only take about 5 inches down before you got teary eyed. He wouldn’t say it for fear of making you feel bad, but Jake loved watching you struggle to take all of him.

Taking Samuel’s cock down your throat was a challenge that you happily accepted. Even though his length wasn’t anything to scoff at, it was his girth that really tripped you up. Sammy is coke can thick, so getting your mouth around the whole thing was a task. The stretching, the drooling, and the gagging all served as an ego boost for Samuel. Unlike Jake, Samuel let you know that he relished in your squirming:

“Is my cock too big for you little throat, y/n?” - He teased while gazing down at your flushed face.

“So” - Samuel started - “Who’s better?” - The bluntness in his tone brought you out of your sex flashback.

“Stop rushing her, Sam. I think she’s finally got it.” - Jake said with an air of confidence to him.

Samuel scoffed, his face scrunched up indignantly - “Oh you think it’s gonna be you, huh? And don’t call me Sam.”

“What??? I didn’t say that” - The other man said with a jovial laugh, his hands were up in faux surrender - “All I said was that it seems like y/n made her decision. That’s all.”

“Yeah right” - Samuel scoffed again, this time with a side-eye included.

If you were extremely honest with yourself, you thought their bickering was one of the hottest things you could ever witness. But it was only second to getting fucked by them. You still can’t believe they agree to doing that with you, let alone each other.

Pulling yourself up from the mattress, you gave an exaggerated “Ahem”. Now eyes were on you, and those two were on bated breaths.

“My decision is…” - You trailed off for dramatic effect, your eyes darting between Samuel and Jake’s faces.

“Don’t play like that, y/n” - Jake huffed. God, he was so cute.

“Fine fine, my decision is that I’m undecided.”

“WHAT?!?!” - Exclaimed in exasperated unison. You’d said with such a laissez faire tone, the two were left dumbfounded.

“Yep, but I think I’ll have a proper decision if I have another go at the competition.” - If your grin could get any wider, it would.

Samuel cackled in disbelief, Jake’s mouth was still ajar - “She played us, and she wants to play again”

“Yea but, I kinda don’t mind” - Jake chided once he recovered from his own disbelief. - “Let’s get to it then, cuz I’m gonna win.”

“The hell you will!!”- Samuel retorted as he pulled you into his lap.

You stifled your laughter as they bickered again. If only they knew they were getting played again.

I really like the thought of me just dropping raunchy garbage on here and then leaving for another month, it’s so funny😆 But I really hate that 4 ppl who actually like my writing cuz damn. Anyways, I hope y’all o liked this nonsense. BYE!!!!

[coldresolve]

hi, anon who asked about your writing process here 👋

i have returned from the trenches (university tests) to ask some specific(ish) questions.

1. how do you choreograph fights? they're quite easy to follow along, exciting/unique, and still maintain a sense of realism, all of which i tend to struggle with.

2. how do you write renee's internal monologue, especially when it comes to his little panicked moments and varying pacing?

3. how do you build and release tension so effectively in the story itself? obsessed with the "Renee stops running" part

4. how do you switch perspectives fluidly?

ik it's a lot of questions, but this is the condensed version so i count it as a win (?)

my favourite way to procrastinate recently has been annotating mm and i just. need to understand how your writing brain works a little. thanks :)

obligatory 'writing is subjective so take what you find useful and discard the stuff doesnt apply to you' and 'im not an expert in anything, this is just the shit i try to keep in mind' and 'i may sound disjointed as hell cause its 4am 5am and i cant sleep' etc

under a cut for mercy reasons

writing fight scenes

things you need to set up for your readers: character drives and aim with the fight itself, the stakes of losing, and how it all ties in with your wider story

things for you to keep in mind: how much fighting experience your character have, how your character's state of mind affects their behavior, their relationship to violence and/or how far they're willing to go

subverting expectations will keep people on their toes. this can be as simple as changing the stakes of the fight midway through, or having a character do something that isn't typical for them (which you should set up before so it doesnt feel too out of place)

make each (or most) impact/s mean something. getting kicked in the side of the mid-thigh will make a character limp for a bit; a hard enough hit to the liver will make anyone crumple; etc. dont make your characters, no matter how badass theyre supposed to be, immune to this, since that would erase the stakes entirely

fights are usually chaotic and short-lived. depends on what genre you're writing, though

give your characters (short) moments to react to what their opponent is doing/trying to do. dialogue is cool, but keep it sparse. people generally don't prioritize clever quips when theyre beating the shit out of each other. sometimes a simple "motherfucker" is enough

im bad at this one but characters using their environment during fights is fucken nice and helps with immersion

fights are more or less just a string of reaction-action over and over, and it can get sort of repetitive going back and forth to describe every punch, since it removes your reader's ability to imagine or read between the lines. meanwhile, if you never go deeper than 'they exchanged blows', you lose all sense of atmosphere - it's not supposed to feel like a detached news report, you want your readers to be there. so writing fight scenes is basically a balancing act in detail - how much to show, how much to suggest. whats the right answer? there is none, sorry. no two authors will have the same approach, but both can pump out riveting shit with wildly different approaches. its something you learn over time. im personally in the lots-of-detail camp

people will tell you that sentence length matters, but thats bullshit imo, it's just about using flow effectively. a good example of what i mean: short sentences make the pace seem quicker, but run-on sentences in particular have this neat thing where they can make your readers almost out of breath by the end of it, which is also pretty useful when you're writing something high-tension.

there's tons more shit than this but my brain is a puddle of goo, so

renee's internal monologue

ayyy! internal monologue is your opportunity to shovel around the grey matter of your characters, its the Good Stuff imo. in the case of mm, the plot is largely driven by character development, so its been hella important to me to express why each character (except davin) does what they do, what thought process lead them to change their minds, and in renee's case - the flaws in his reasoning, the lies he tells himself, and how he reacts when those things no longer help him cope with what he's done

pacing is sth im insanely mindful of but unable to effectively put into words lmfao. if you mean renee's entire internal arc, it follows the narrative tension in the story; renee is the protagonist, he's the one driving the plot forward. as for pacing out any internal monologue itself, i try to have it follow somewhat of a 3 beat structure with setup/elaboration/conclusion (most of what i write happens in 3s), but some monologues have veered off if i felt like it was called for (it's a vibes thing). flow is important: one thought has to lead to the next, and it has to reach a "logical" conclusion (whatever the character decides is logical at that point of their arc). it has to be relevant to the plot obv, and the atmosphere also has to compliment the scene/chapter it exists in. otherwise, yeah, like. theres not much of a difference between pacing a normal scene and pacing an internal monologue

building and releasing tension

idk if you saw it but i made a whole post squeezing mm into a model for narrative tension here

so ok, listen. this is all wishy washy and means nothing, except it means everything. its the entire structure of your story which is pretty important, but like also its just a vibe thing. the reason you've heard about setup/payoff in writing advice circles is because of the build and release of tension. it's a pacing thing. if you set something up without having a payoff down the line, unless you're writing a mystery and your setup is a red herring, your readers are gonna come away disappointed. it's about what rhythm you've established and how an average person might expect it to continue. we're making music here. if you payoff something (payoff is a verb now) without having set it up previously, you've essentially just smashed all the piano keys in the middle of claire de lune with no warning. and you can do that, but you have to know that that's what you're doing, otherwise its gonna sound like you smashed all the keys solely to keep your audience on edge, even though it adds nothing to the song itself. this is all pacing. everything is pacing, including tension

building and releasing tension is about making music. you typically start out low and then you gradually turn it up. and you might have a moment where it gets a little low again but now the audience knows its been up there before so there's more intrigue, you've set an expectation. and then you build it and you take it a little further than the last time. you add harmonics maybe, if harmonics are your thing. you keep teasing the climax. that sounds like sex and to be fair music is kinda like sex. so is narrative tension. you add a funky little kazoo in there an the crowd definitely did not expect that, but if you've got a vision, you might just pull it off. it's about atmosphere. you're not just setting up for the grand finale, you're setting up a hundred tiny peaks along the way, meeting each as you go. it's like you're walking toward the harvest while hauling the plow behind you. (that made no sense. kinda like sex.*) (*= i'm ace). and then eventually, bam, cymbals and headbanging and shit. if you've done your due diligence in the gradual buildup, that release feels earned

switching perspective

i may be stupid and/or just kinda tired but i dont understand this question rn lmfao. ig i just treat it like i would going from any one scene to another

in conclusion

thank u for the questions. apologies for making it weird. in my defense, it is very difficult to explain pacing, and also its 5am now

[ruthlesslistener]

It's been so long, but I just want to get this off my chest cause what you dis really messed me up to this day.

Being accused of being a pedophile over headcanoning that a small creature whose form is that of a mysterious goo is an adult really ruined my experience with the Hollow Knight community and myself. I saw Ghost as a little sanrio character cause as an Asian who grew up in an Asian country, I was surrounded by little mascot characters whose height did not tell their age at all. You were one of my fave fic writers out there before all this, so seeing you sprout how people like me who have different headcanons are someone dangerous really messed me up as a survivor of abuse. I'm not telling you this to harass you like what your followers may insist cause last I checked they coddled you so much during this time, I'm telling you this cause you ruined one of my special interests with your redtagging. I hope you are happy. I think you pretty much rekindled one of my triggers too: Seeing popular fanfic writers redtag and harass others over headcanons.

Gonna block you again, but I'm just going to say this once: please be kind to others and remember that shit like this isn't enough to say someone is a predator. It just creates and breeds harassment and a person like you with thousands of followers should know better and be more responsible.

Anon, I truly am sorry that my reaction had such a profoundly negative effect on you. That was not my intention and I am genuinely distressed that I caused you such upset. If it helps, this experience actually did greatly sour my experience with the fandom as well, because I did not intend to have that effect and I did not want that effect. I was very, very tempted to simply delete my blog and start all over again specifically to erase any sort of concept of 'authority' that I might have in the fandom space, because the simple thought that someone might take my personal opinions and use them as an excuse to harass others just because I write fanfiction in my free time nearly gave me a panic attack. This isn't to draw the attention off of the fact that I hurt you- this is to drive home the fact that I am not in this fandom to be popular and there is nothing that I say that should be treated as word of god or used to harass others. I should not have that sort of power. Nor do I want it. It honestly makes my skin crawl and if I could wipe my name from everyone's minds while also leaving my work out there for others to find, then I would.

However, I never thought that you specifically were a pedophile, and I was in the wrong to say something that could be constructed as such. I spoke without thinking and without understanding that there was that headcanon beyond unsavory characters in the first place, my interactions with which greatly tarnished my perception of the headcanon because I didn't know any better. Genuinely- I went and asked the people I know in discord (who were likely most of those fans that 'coddled' me), and they told me I was wrong and all the ways that I was wrong, which gave me a big 'oh shit' moment. That's why I shifted my argument to simply explaining why I didn't like it- because yeah, I still fucking don't, but to me it's about as impactful as if someone likes pie vs cake. This shit, at the end of the day, isn't real. It's pixels on a screen and drawing on paper. When I spoke about how it left a bad taste in my mouth and how I had poor experiences with it in the past, that was about a personal bias and experience talking about a broad concept, not anyone specifically. Just because I considered it a red flag due to prior experiences, as stated, does not mean that it is a certainty of danger. I do not at all think that ones fictional preferences are honest indicators of the type of people they are in real life, just indicators that they're people I wouldn't get along with.

(fuckin hell, I'm fucking riddled with red flags myself- just look at my propensity for gore and tragedy and dark, violent media. That's as much of a red flag as what I was talking about before, but I can't handle the imagery of the other for reasons I can't explain other than irrational brain stuff. I also fully expect other people to look at the shit I'm into with disgust and mistrust and to block me on sight- there's plenty of people I've never interacted with who've done that already. Can't blame them for that.)

As for the thing about Ghost being similar to Asian mascots- I genuinely had no idea that was even a thing. I understand that I am biased in this regard. I was raised in a western country who has very different means of telling stories than eastern ones, and not only that, I also grew up in a very closeted-in all forms of the world-household. I didn't have any access to media other than what my local library had until I was around 11, and that was pretty much limited to fanfiction and googling all the shit that my parents banned from me. So I made zero connection to the sort of cutesy mascots in Asian cultures and Ghost until you brought that point up just now. My apologies again on that one, it's genuinely a blind spot on my part and had I known that before I certainly would have taken that into account.

However- and I'm also saying this as someone who has also encountered abuse (though admittedly a very different kind, so I cannot understand nor will pretend to understand that I know how you feel): please also understand that there will be many instances in your life where people trigger you by accident, and they have no idea that they did so until you point it out. This does not mean that they were deliberately trying to harm you. In this case, I was not at all trying to target you specifically- I don't even know you. I had no idea that what I said was an honest-to-god trigger because the whole time I was operating under the assumption that I was talking about something being 'fucking gross' the same way that lasagna is fucking gross, not as in 'I think everyone who thinks this way are genuinely dangerous people'. That's also why I responded so defensively, and why people who knew what I meant came to defend me- because from my perspective, I was talking casually, and then was getting angry replies back about something I did not mean, which felt like I was having words being put into my mouth. And that is a trigger for me as well. Which made it an even bigger fucking mess.

(There is also- and I will now fully admit to this now bc fuck I'm tired of fucking around with these goddamn arbitrary social media rules- a desire to keep antis off my back by playing up my disgust and vitrol to the subject. I've been at the center of their harassment and nearly lost friends bc of people labeling me a proshipper, so I figured the safe way to deal with it is to simply overflaunt a preexisting disgust response so that people don't attack me or accuse me of being something I'm not again.)

I triggered you. I did not know that, but that is not an excuse. You, however, also triggered me, which made the whole mess even worse. Let me explain- I grew up as an autistic child in a highly confrontational household, with a parent who would either deliberately set up scenarios that I would fail at or look for reasons to get angry at so he could blow up at me, yelling abuse and sometimes resorting to physical violence. Because I was the eldest who was supposed to be 'responsible' and 'a good role model' to my younger siblings, this meant that I was second in line for him to take out his anger on. He put words in my mouth and implications I did not mean all the time just so that he wouldn't feel bad later about backing me into a corner, destroying my possessions, and threatening to kill my pets if he did not outright hit me (which he only ever held back on because he was afraid of someone finding the marks and him being taken to jail). Me crying or apologizing only ever made him angrier, but getting angry and aggressive in return made it blow over quicker. So did trying to explain myself, because it at least let me verbally work over that the response I got was irrational. That was why I responded so defensively when I got put into a similar situation here, which is something that I somewhat regret but also do not entirely feel terrible about because how the fuck else was I supposed to respond when I kept explaining myself and you did not listen to me.

We're both human. Humans are messy and flawed. I am not someone that you should look up to or hold on a pedestal in any way because of this, nor should anyone else- I'm literally just a 23 year old guy who's obsessed enough with a story to write stories based on it in my free time, not some sage or king or god. I did not call you a pedophile personally for thinking that a fuckload of pixels I thought was a child wasn't, and when I was explaining why I don't like it, I was explaining my personal bias, not some tried-and-true gospel of divining the true meaning of fiction over something that is- as we just proved- incredibly difficult to discuss due to how subjective it is. I still maintain that my discomfort is very real and that it has a genuine basis in my own experiences, but that doesn't mean that it's valid or any more morally pure than yours. At the end of the day, it's not real, and the actual reason why I dragged this whole dilemma on for so long was because of the nature of the discussion itself throwing up all my self-defense actions rather than anything else. If I knew that it was a genuine trigger instead of fandom wank, and if I stopped getting asks in the first place, then I would have shut the fuck up a long time ago.

Def. recommend keeping me blocked, because while I certainly wouldn't mind reconciliation of a sort, I also think that our triggers overlap and that's not something that either of us should have to deal with. And I'm not talking about the Ghost headcanon either, because I no longer have that shitty knee-jerk reaction of 'oh god another cringe porn artist' to it, and- believe it or not!- have friends who are into completely different interpretations and ships and the like that I personally really dislike that I am also completely chill with because its my irrational meat brain that's the problem. I'm talking about the fact that when you're triggered, you get defensive and start jumping to conclusions (not unfounded ones btw) that unfortunately triggers my own defensive responses because jumping to conclusions is a stupid-niche trigger for me in turn. Shit's not good for either of us and I think you'd be way better off without me in your life.

And again, I really am very sorry that you thought I called you a pedophile. As I have said before, that was not my intention, and I have never believed that. I also will straight-up fight anyone who takes my irrational kneejerk dislike reaction and uses it to attack you, because that was ALSO not what I intended in the slightest and the thought of someone using my inability to shut up about my special interests as a means of 'word-of-god-ing' my likes and dislikes into fandom wank makes me want to hurl.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Well, the Seventh Seal just took a sharp turn into creeping eldredth dread and Hong is suddenly much more terrifying and less funny quirky.

Also, if this wont be answered later I gotta ask... Why is Renesmee the Second so fing horrifying? Why do I fear it's a pay off for all the times you talked about Nessie's xenomorph horror genes?

The Seventh Seal

Seriously though, anon, I'm laughing.

Hong erases everyone's memories casually all the time: that's fine

Hong makes a vat of blood out of nothing, creates an embryo, then Esme eats it: that's fine too

Despite Baby 1 getting eaten, Hong continues to make Baby 2 in a different vat: eh, keep rocking on Hong

Hong turns too people into a pile of crystalized goo: also fine

Hong takes the baby out of the vat: GOOD GOD YOU MONSTER

I can't not laugh at this.

As for the baby, it had a lot more venom in conception than Renesmee 1 and I as an author felt that had to show. Also, this is funnier.

[6lostgirl6]

Helloooo 😊 so I'm looking for this poly!Lost Boys fic that I started but didn't finish and I forgot to save it and now I can't find it anywhere. I don't remember the name of it or who wrote it, but basically it went fem!reader goes to the boardwalk and the boys know that she's their mate but they can't claim her immediately. The next day Laddie lures her to them by pretending to be lost and Dwyane gets all goo goo eyes seeing how nice she is with his kid(Laddie) and that's where I stopped. If you don't know what I'm talking about then don't worry about it 😁 thank you and be excellent to each other 🤙

- ⭐

Hello, anon! The entire plot sounds familiar to me but I can't recall where I've read it either. Sorry about that and I hope you find it! 🖤❤️

If any authors know the fic, drop that title!

[lennjamin-o7]

YOU ITS YOU MY FAVORITE AUTHOR EVER HELLO HI OMG I WAS LITTERALY BEVER EXPECTING TO FIND YOU ON ANYTHING I WAS JUST LIKE WELP AO3 ONLY BUT THEN SONEONE ELSE (who I also follow for banging techno centric fics) REBLOGEE UR SHIT AND UR HERE???? OMG FUCK YEEEAAAAA WOOOOOOO I AM RUNNING AROUND THE ROOM UP THE WALLS I AM SCREAMING I AM BARKING GRGEGRBARKATKBARK RAAAAA WOOOOOOO ok I'm normal now hi I love your fics so much I comment on almost every chapter I read you have such a beautiful way of conveying the slow subtle creeping darkness of your subject material in a way that is absolutely beautiful and horrifying at the dark time the feeling of not knowing you were trapped until itsvtonlate and even then do you really want to leave? ( You don't have a choice either way) it's SO GOOD!!! SO FUCKING GOOD I love everything you write I cannot wait to read your newest piece every fic you throw out is a 5 star 3 course meal and I am sticking it in my mouth I'm nom nom yummy so fucking good I love it so much ok bye ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Sorry to make you wait on a reply! Everytime I started to write a response to this, I turned into a puddle of goo. Kinda hard to type as goo. But I am so glad you like my fic! It makes me happy to see other peopke enjoy the fic just as much as me writing it.

And I so so SO love writing DREAD. It's my favorite emotion to write. Dread of the inevitble?? Even better.

Have some hearts, Anon Friend

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

[x-authorship-x]

Hi Torship 💛 you have ficd for Tokoyami (mha) and Shisui, assuming they're your series favs... What other favs do you have? I don't know if you love any character like you love shisui tho? ;D hard to imagine

Have a good day/night!

Hey, Anon!

I have a lot of series that I like, fandoms that I browse over like popping your head in a gallery to admire the view and not read the labels, but only a few characters I am pretty hardcore for...!

Shisui

We been knew. I don't really know how I found myself quietly determined to dominate his character tag but life works in mysterious ways. He was a possible love interest for my SIOC back in the day and then... We spiralled, massively. I liked his character so much that I turned to my Beta one day and said 'why isn't there a Shisui time travel fic, one thats simple but impactful?' and she shrugged and told me why I didn't try my hand at it myself, and that's how In The Eye of the Beholder started. The first of...many. I think we're at around 20 Shisui-centric fics posted? And endless ideas 🤡 The OG blorbo

Obi (Akagami no Shirayuki/AnS)

Oh my god Obi. You guys don't realise everything I have bottled up inside of me, but Obi gets me almost at the same level as Shisui, I just never posted much. The AnS fandom is smaller and idk in a weird way I'd feel more out of place there because, with Naruto fics, you're kinda sheltered by the crowd? We all deal with self consciousness, I guess. Obi unlocks something in me. Like with Shisui, I can ship him with almost anyone because I'm ace and romance is nice to read but not the end of the world, you know? It's always going to be a platonic relationship that rules my fics, I can't help it. But Obi? His love for Shirayuki just turns me into this puddle of emotionally complicated goo 😵

For Bnha....

You're not wrong that there's a reason that Tokoyami ended up as my first character-centric foray into this fandom, but it's not at all the same as the previous two. I have a lot of loves in BnHa. Ochako, Momo, Kirishima, Todoroki, Dabi, Hawks, Mirko, Best Jeanist, Ingenium (Tensei), and I have a protective streak a mile wide for Tamaki (I have a lot of thoughts, on...all of it tbh) but I'm very happy to rotate across basically the whole cast from BnHA because a good fic is a damn good fic! And the artists are also extremely talented~

Narutoverse

I want to swing by Narutoverse again, just to reiterate that I may be welded to Shisui but I do love a massive number of characters, mainly the idea/potential of them than canon reality (as in most cases, I'm not a "love letter to canon" author) but it's a love all the same. Tobirama, Gai, Lee, Tsunade, Kakashi (squad 2 tbh, i picked my favs for that group), and I've grown so much fonder of other characters that I never paid much mind to (mainly Uchiha or Akatsuki etc) as just a reader!

Other fandoms

I'm... I'm a binge reader without much in the way of pickiness for a lot of fandoms. Les Mis, MCU, HP, LotR/Hobbit (I'm not even loyal to Aragorn/Arwen, this is how flexible I am in the face of good fandom content).

I have a huge preference for BAMF Din, I had to stop watching season three of the mandalorian because it was frustrating me so much lol

My favorite PJO character by a long long shot is Percy

I get annoyed when I remember that they didn't make the RDJ Sherlock Holmes movies a polytriad

I'm Merlin trash in the year 2023

I'm too scared to start One Piece 🥴

If I had the time, memory space, and energy to swallow Star Wars lore, I would write a huge fic where Finn is the protagonist. No hate to any character but I want what I want

I think I'm running out of fandoms and, therefore, character fixations 😂 you're right tho, Anon, that I don't exactly have a designated 'Shisui' level of love in each fandom!

Thank you! Have a good day/night too✨

[chateautae]

im doing good mamas, i’ve taken on more roles as unit co-ordinateur, seven senior classes every year and lecturing at uni’s!! been super busy and just been taking advantage of my summer break and decided to scroll through tumblr casually last night! fanfics are still hella interesting to me (guilty pleasure what can i say😭😭) something about the ✨female gaze ✨ so im keen to see what comes up next for jk and all. i did read your lil mid drabbles too, always doing a good job baby!!

also sucks you’re use to all of this, keep thriving mama

teacher anon xx

BUBS YOU'RE DOING SO WELL!! And i totally get you i've been in such a reading mood and have literally been reading a book a day cause uGH i forgot how goos it feels to just read and be in another world. Fanfics are genuinely a guilty pleasure but hONESTLY SOME FANFIC WRITERS WRITE BETTER THAN PUBLISHED AUTHORS LETS BE REALL!! and ahhh i'm so excited you're excited loves, it really means the world! <33 always love you teacher anon xoxo

[syddsatyrn]

15 Questions - 15 People game

Thanks for the tag @hellfiremunsonn <3

Nickname: My full name is Syddney but my friends call me: Sydd or Sydd Vicious.

Sign: Cancer with Aries rising. Yes, I'm aware that is insane.

Height: 5′'1 on a good day.

last thing I googled: "Where can I buy Ketchup Chips"

Song stuck in my head currently: Goo Goo Muck - The Cramps

# of followers: Almost 400

Amount of sleep: I actually got a really decent amount of sleep last night. I haven't been sleeping well for the past couple of days so I definitely needed it

Dream job: Digital Artist, Graphic Designer, mortician or coroner

Wearing: Black sweatpants, grey/black flannel, cowboy bebop t-shirt.

Movie/Book that summarizes you: SLC Punk or The Craft

Fave song currently: I have two:

Foolin' - Def Leppard

Hella Good - No Doubt

Aesthetic: 90's goth, punk rock, vintage, stoner, garage bands and dive bars, stick and poke tattoos, big silver rings and last but not least, my whole aesthetic is overall non-binary.

Fav Author(s): Ann Rule, Chuck Palahniuk, Anne Rice. My favorite book is "Modern Chess Openings" by Nick De Firmian, I use it a lot.

Random fun fact: I spin fire, I am a professional short staff fire performer. I've been in two punk rock bands, and I can shotgun a white claw in under 40 seconds.

15 no pressure tags: @shy-anon-writes @hellfirehaley @hellfirehottie420 @eddiemunsons-girl @rubicth @mypoisonedvine @munsonmunchies @trelaney @broadwaybaggins

I did my best lmao

[wannaeatramyeon]

Are you open to people respectfully not sending in fic requests until you decide to open them up again?

I'm so sorry but not right now please.

I know myself. I WILL get distracted by new requests, and the number is climbing too high where I'm feeling a bit anxious about my older ones. Best to nip this in the bud so I have been deleting new requests as they come in.

And another 7 non-fic requests answered below. Have a click through if you sent something recently.

Whoever just sent me 'H'. What.

Ok, let's get it arranged. I bet Goo would goddamn love this. And anything goes. Pulling hair, gouging eyes out, dick punch. Last (wo)man standing wins.

ARGHHHHH resisting... the urge... to write about... this.

And if you are PTJ, what's wrong with you and why do you hate women? What happened between Loser Life and now, huh? Answer me that.

My lovely 🕊️ anon what the hell this is so sweet. You just saved the anon's below ass and my ask box from being closed. I shall work hard to make sure you have lovely nonsense to read! 🫡

Keep your left kidney, you'll need to sell it off to whoever writes your Goo/Gun/Reader stuff eventually. 🕊️ anon saved your ass, remember to say thanks.

No. You will get what you are given and that's my bullshit.

Author-nim? 🥹 oh my god that is so cute! And thank you for being supportive. I'm pretty certain some of them are a mutual because the asks just REEKS OF THEIR THIRST. And then others. Please guys, just read the closed bit. It makes me feel guilty deleting new asks 😭

Stay safe and stay healthy too. Hydrate, get your eight hours sleep, all that good stuff!

[winterwump]

Hi may i request gun smut? Maybe the scenario can be like, both of us are Yakuzas and we are in Japan, we hate each other sm however we end up on the same bed 🫦 love your writing <3

Tension - Gun x F!Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for requesting this Anon. I played it kind of fast and loose with smut. It’s definitely still smutty tho so don’t worry lol. This is a long one too so have fun with that. Sorry it took forever and a goddamned day to get this out, I swear that life hates me lol😝

Content Tags: Teasing, Fingering, and Enemies into Lovers (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.7k

It was the night before the month-long Yakuza summit, and you were beyond miserable. But you didn't start off like that by any means. You were excited about the summit, you got more money, the food was free and endless, and you weren’t expected to talk to anyone aside from the foot soldiers. It's not that you were underpaid, malnourished, or a complete introvert. You just like that the summit made everything easier for everyone regardless of rank, and you happened to be ranked rather high. And even with your ranking, your job had been simplified to ‘Stand still and look menacing. Wait for a fight’. And that was fine by you.

It was until you were informed by the Big Boss himself that there was a change in plans and that you were to closely accompany his son to the provided room and board…and stay with him for the duration of the summit. Now that wouldn’t be a huge problem in itself if the Boss’ son wasn’t well…himself. It’s not that you disliked Gun. Okay, that was a lie, you really couldn’t stand him in all honesty. He was a standoff-ish, money-hungry, sadistic pervert as far as you were concerned, and you spared no expense in telling about himself. But orders are orders, and you were pretty sure that Gun was also miserable with his placement as well.

It felt like you were on autopilot all day on the way to the summit location. The travel for the two of you went smoothly enough, but that was only because you two had an unspoken mutual agreement to not talk the entire way there. Which was mostly adhered to, except for when Gun got a call from Goo - his “friend who isn’t his friend but they do friend things” :

“Heyyy how’s the summit?!” - Rang Goo’s voice as soon as Gun picked up.

“I told you it’s not happening until tomorrow. Do you have a listening problem?” - Gun pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeaaa…whatever!! So is Y/N really your chaperone for the summit?!” - You tried not to roll your eyes at Goo’s attempt at whispering your name despite being on speaker.

“I’m hanging up now.” - Gun’s voice was heavy with exasperation.

“No wait!! Is she? cuz that’s fucking hilar-” and Gun ended the call with a huff.

And that was that. It was nightfall by the time you two actually made it to the room, and you were beyond ready to sleep. As per your job, you went in first to inspect the room and you weren’t surprised by the luxurious state of it, but you were surprised (if not struck with a wave of annoyance) by the single king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of the room. Your mouth hung open in a comical display of disbelief, but that was cut short by Gun all but pushing you out of the doorway to get in. Ugh…

“Close the door. And don’t give me any shit about the room tonight.” - Came Gun’s voice as he made his way to the dresser, setting his bag down. Of course, it was a designer brand…

“You think I like this setup either?!” - You ask with some bite to your voice as you slammed the door closed. Your annoyance was starting to rear its head.

With his belongings settled, Gun made himself busy with a new cigarette. You could’ve sworn it was his 10th one today…

“Ughh will you put that out? You can smoke in the morning. You need to be well-rested for the summit!” - You say, sauntering towards him with your hand held out. Your motion was something akin to what a teacher does when a student is chewing gum in class. The look he gave you in response said it all…

Yeaaaa that didn’t work out, and one verbal altercation later, the room reeks of ‘high-quality’ cigarettes. You decided to yield and let him smoke himself to sleep because you knew that you’d go to jail if he caught an attitude with you again. You knew that feeling went both ways at least.

Both of you were stalling. You both busied yourself with baths (separately) and once that was over, Gun busied himself with a nighttime skin routine that you didn’t know he had. And you busied yourself with checking all of your weaponry. Both doing everything but getting in that bed. But fuck, both of you were tired.

To your surprise, Gun caved first and got in the bed. Well, it wouldn’t be caving if he did it without acknowledging the awkwardness in the air? Either way, you’re no bitch, you’re not gonna let him just have the bed to himself. So in your spite-fueled pep talk, you plop yourself down on the opposite side of the bed.

“You stay on your side, and I stay on mine. Got it?!” - You said with a venom-laced huff. God, the bed felt like heaven.

Gun let out a pained groan - “Jesus, you got it. Would you ease up though? I’m not going to touch you.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you know better than that.” - Your tone was playful, but still had a spiteful edge.

“I should be saying that to you don’t you think? You can touch me. Wouldn’t want to lose your job, now wouldn’t yo-“

His words were cut off by the swift motion of you pinning him down onto the bed's plush surface. It was not the first time you had him pinned, but doing it sparsely dressed was a first. You wouldn’t let that detail sink, because even though the room was dark, you could tell he had a shit-eating grin.

“I hit a nerve. Cute. Now get off me before we do something we’ll regret” - The grin was still there.

“Something we’ll regret? You wanted something to happen didn’t you?!” - You half-whispered. 

“Something like that…”

You had Gun’s lower half trapped between your legs, and your ass rested against his pelvis. Of course, something was bound to happen. So you decided to let it happen. What could go wrong? You leaned down face to face with Gun, grinding yourself down on him:

“Let’s rack up some regrets then” 

That was all Gun needed to hear because before you could really register what was happening, it was you who was pinned to the mattress. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you felt his tongue travel up the side of your neck. Just his breathing alone was getting you wet and tingly. The heat was already beginning to be too much.

“Already wet for me?” - Such an obvious question, but it was one meant to get you even more flustered. 

Deciding that you wouldn’t let him get the best of you, for now at least, you responded with a kiss. A fervent and passionate kiss. One that you hoped would shut Gun up, but you were wrong:

“I’ll take that as a yes” - He said in between kisses.

Despite Gun’s few words, they were getting you wetter and wetter. You didn’t respond verbally - but Gun knew how much he was affecting you, and he felt it too. The grinding of bodies would soon not be enough for either of you so you weren't too surprised when Gun hoisted both your legs up in a hurried manner, taking your panties off along with that motion.

The room was so dark that parts of Gun’s face were obscured, but you wanted him to look at you, so badly. It was killing you not knowing what his expression was, so when he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“I’m about to get you off.” - You knew what that meant. How could you not?

A grin was plastered on your face as he brought his hand between your legs, you hoped that the teasing wouldn't go for too long, you were too wound up. But you couldn’t help but feel that his teasing was not without reason, but all you could do is trust that he knew how much you wanted to let go of the tension that was coiled so tightly inside of you

After properly getting his fingers lubricated from your generous flow of liquids, Gun slides two fingers inside of you. The intrusion was a welcome one and thus didn’t cause any pain, it instead left you with waves of pleasure as he began massaging your inner walls at a languid pace. You could feel your breath quickening and your heart beginning to race. You wanted Gun. For the first time, you felt like you could actually tolerate - no, like him. But that could just be your pussy talking. You wouldn’t know…

His fingers began moving at a faster pace inside of you the feeling left you spasming inside and out. With every one of his movements, the pressure kept building, and Gun was taking far too much pleasure in your unravelling. You bit your lower lip and let your head hang down as you focused on the feeling. You started moaning a little and, unable to control yourself, you let out a soft whimper. He was definitely playing with you right now - he was always playing with you and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You began moaning louder and louder. Your body began to shake as your hips rocked and a rush of wetness began to soak the sheets below you, as well as Gun’s hand and forearm. You never knew you could squirt, but here you are. He was manipulating your pleasure and, for once, you didn’t mind at all.

“Ah!” - You felt your body explode and, within a few seconds, you were coming hard. As your orgasm took over, you let out a rather loud sobbing breath. Your body was still shaking and you found yourself not caring if Gun, or anyone for that matter, heard cry out in ecstasy. But when your orgasm finally lulled and your head stopped swimming, you heard yourself whine at the newfound emptiness you were feeling.

Gun had taken his fingers out, and you were crushed. But seemed as if he was elated if not extremely amused by the show you put on for him. In an attempt to soothe your growing concern, Gun simply encapsulated you in his arms. You never thought you would be in this position, but damn did it feel nice.

“We got the rest of the month to keep racking up regrets, Y/N” - He whispered - “Next time it won’t be my fingers”.

Hope y’all enjoyed this one. BYE!!!

[colormepurplex2]

AO3 emails are the best. Received an email about your update and I feel healed. Thank you so much for sharing your writings. Words cannot describe how happy I am everytime my favorite authors update. I wish you happy weekend. Hope you have goos days. Stay healthy and be happy :)

Anon 🥹 you can’t say stuff like that to me, I’m a big ol’ baby and get all watery eyed 😅💜 I, too, love that feeling and have never given it much thought that I could possibly elicit that feeling for someone. Maybe that’s silly, because I know there are people who do enjoy my writing, but it’s not something that ever truly registers in that capacity, y’know? I’ll consider this a warm confirmation and reminder of that, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and love for my little sprinkles of imagination, it truly means so much and has brightened my day tremendously 🥰

I hope you have a great weekend, too! My days will be good, because there are people like you to remind me that there is still sunshine shining somewhere in the world 💜