#he recently commissioned me to make her into a dms skin

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This cat that lives on my workshop page,,,

[philliamwrites]

sunkissed

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Albedo / Aether

Tags: #kissing, #morning softness, #fluff

Words: 1.6k

Summary: “Don’t,” Aether laughed, rising his shoulders to hide his skin from Albedo’s hungry mouth. “I’m stinky after yesterday’s battle.”

“No.” The tip of Albedo’s nose grazed his sensitive skin. “You smell like the sun. Always warm. As if the sun loves you. As if it wants to cling to you as long as possible.”

Notes: A birthday present for my lovely friend. This pairing just butters my biscuits, fam.

Also I'm still taking commissions for anyone interested! Just write me a dm!

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sunkissed

»’cause you’re so lovely, you’re so lovely, i can’t help but fall for you, love when you love me, it’s so lovely loving you

    When Aether awoke, he was all alone.

    He opened his eyes in a sleepy daze, and as his hand reached out to his left, he found the crumbled sleeping roll empty and cold. Immediately, he startled fully awake as if struck by lightning, his mind clearing from sleep and dreams that tasted like ashes on his tongue.

    “Lumine?” he said out loud—the first name he remembered ever speaking, and the last he wanted to be his dying breath. But when usually his sister would come to his aid, trained to respond to the sound of his voice from childhood, to rise from bed when Aether cried, to run to help him when he fell down, now he was all alone inside the tiny tent.

    No. Not quite alone.

    It’s his first day in Teyvat all over again after he’d regained consciousness and called out for her, and had found Paimon in her stead, drifting in the ocean stretching before Starsnatch Cliff. Now, her little snores filled the suffocating quiet and coated his throbbing heart in a soothing balm labelled companionship.

    Aether thought that with time, missing Lumine would become easier to bear. That he’d simply grow dull and time numbed his feelings. Clearly, he was wrong, and Father Time was not that kind.

    He crawled outside the tent, quietly so he wouldn’t disturb Paimon, and emerged into the early sunlight winking through the tree crowns. Their little campfire from yesterday night had lost its battle and died hours ago, and Aether shuddered when a light breeze stirred its ashes into the air.

    That was when he spotted Albedo sitting at the top of a slope. He hadn’t noticed Aether waking up, his eyes fixed on the horizon where clouds had gathered in the east, and the rising sun lit them in brilliant shades of reds and corals and violets. His hand, holding a fine brush, danced across a canvas, trying to capture that ephemeral beauty with lithe fingers Aether knew were capable of much more than painting. His chest tightened when he thought of yesterday night. Their quiet voices and hushed whispers as they tried not to wake up Paimon even though all Aether had wanted to do was scream Albedo’s name when he finally came as Albedo’s rough thumb had grazed the tip of his member. Thankfully, Albedo was kind enough to swallow all of Aether’s moans and gasps, leaving his mind completely fogged and drunk on his kisses.

    Aether tried not to think too much of it as he went up the slope where Albedo sat, overlooking the vast valley stretching out under them.

    “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Aether asked. He stretched in the morning’s light, delighted by the early warmth and slight breeze on his skin. “I wanted to see the sunrise with you.”

    Albedo’s eyes drew lazily from his canvas to Aether’s waist, watching how his shirt rode up and revealed more of his skin without allowing his hand to stop once as the brush mixed reds and blues. “I tried. But you just drooled.”

    “That’s a lie.”

    A smile crept up Albedo’s face. “True. But you looked too lovely to wake up. Like you had a good dream,” he said so seriously, Aether felt heat rise to his cheeks. His arms dropped back to his side. He couldn’t handle Albedo’s honesty first thing in the morning.

    Albedo rose an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

    Aether did have a dream. A dream about Mondstadt’s Windblume Festival where all his friends had gathered around a table in Angel’s Share, and in the centre, like the sun holding its own universe, sat Lumine, beaming at him.

    “Happy birthday, brother,” she’d said, intertwining their fingers just like on the day they were born.

    “Happy birthday, sister,” he’d said, touching his forehead to hers just like during their days spent inside their mother’s womb.

    How much he longed to be with her again.

    Aether exhaled. He hadn’t realised he’d been holding his breath until that moment. Albedo must have heard him, for he raised his head and his gaze met Aether’s, and he wondered how much of the endless black hole that his grief cut into his heart Albedo could see.

    The corner of his mouth pulled up into a rueful smile. “No, you’re right,” Aether said. “I had a dream. A good dream, indeed.”

    Albedo stopped painting. His eyes were the colour of the ocean after a storm, clear and bright and deep enough for Aether to drown in them. He wanted it. Aether wanted to be swallowed whole. Become tiny, pocket-sized, perfectly fitting in Albedos’ palm and be devoured. Be completely consumed until nothing was left, and all of him belonged to Albedo only. What a wonderful mess that would be.

    Quickly turning his eyes away before he dropped to his knees and begged Albedo to take him right here and now in the open, Aether tried to douse his desire by gazing out at the sublime scenery. A flock of birds took flight from a nearby tree, their song echoing through the valley. Clouds drifted over their heads on their lazy journey over fields and rivers, taking unrecognisable shapes as they told stories about every place they’d seen. Aether envied them.

    “You know, in the world where I’m from, it’s always night,” he said. “Sure, it’s beautiful, we have so many more stars than you guys. And moons. But it’s the same. Wherever I looked, it was always the same. But this—” He waved his hand at the sky above them. “Your sky changes every day. It’s always different, the colours, the clouds. Dawn, dusk. I didn’t know words like that existed when I first came here. It’s beautiful.”

    Albedo followed Aether’s gaze, considering the landscape in front of them. But his eyes—suddenly ablaze, a roaring fire—drew back on Aether as he said, “It truly is beautiful.”

    Aether didn’t feel beautiful. He’s pretty sure his bed-hair was still sticking to all sides and his clothes were rumpled. But Albedo never failed in making him feel wanted, desired. Be that in the early morning hours without having his face washed or teeth brushed, or on the battle field with blood and grime spattered all over him.

    Just like now, Albedo was able to make Aether come undone with a single gaze of those piercing, ocean eyes.

    “Let’s go back before Paimon wakes up and throws a fit because she thinks we’ve left her,” he said and turned around before this would turn into an unholy, filthy ceremony out in the open not even the Archons should witness.

    Aether didn’t come very far. Halfway down, Albedo caught up to him and in a flash, seized Aether’s wrist. He pulled him to a nearby tree, and a second later, Aether felt rough bark against his back. Albedo closed the distance between them in one step. His hands cupped the back of Aether’s head, his mouth slanting down over his, hot and sweet as tea with honey. Aether ran his teeth lightly across Albedo’s bottom lip, and he made a guttural sound that raised the hairs along Aether’s arms. He pressed his body hard against Aether’s, lowering his head to kiss his throat, to lick and suck at the pulse point where he could feel the beating of his heart.

    “Don’t,” Aether laughed, rising his shoulders to hide his skin from Albedo’s hungry mouth. “I’m stinky after yesterday’s battle.”

    “No.” The tip of Albedo’s nose grazed his sensitive skin. “You smell like the sun. Always warm. As if the sun loves you. As if it wants to cling to you as long as possible.”

    Aether’s knees buckled. How could simple words like that make him forget his own name. In Albedo’s hands, he turned to clay, left at Albedo’s mercy for he was the potter and Aether would become anything to please him. Albedo’s fingers traced his curves, the dips and hollows of his body as if he were describing a painting in gilt and ivory with each rush of his hands. Aether raked his hands over Albedo’s body, trying to find purchase before he completely turned into a puddle and dissolved between Albedo’s fingers. His hands caught on the belt strung across Albedo’s chest, and they both halted for a second as they waited for a heartbeat that didn’t come.

    Albedo exhaled softly as he lowered his forehead to Aether’s. “If I had a heart, it would hurt for your burden.”

    “It’s fine,” Aether said. He took Albedo’s hand and put it over his own heart. “Mine is enough for both of us.”

    Albedo smiled. He pressed Aether’s knuckles to his lips, and murmured against his skin, “And what a magnificent heart it is.”

    Aether held onto Albedo so much, just a little more and they’d become one. It felt like they were the only two people on this earth, just the two of them off to see the world and all its wonders. Aether wouldn’t mind. He wouldn’t mind if tomorrow came and all of Teyvat’s people fell into an endless slumber, and eventually completely disappear. Until recently, Aether hadn’t know it was possible to love someone this much. That if the world were to end tomorrow—if Aether were to have just one wish before it would all end in darkness, it’d be to wake up to Albedo’s sunkissed face in a quiet place they called home, built with their own hands. If that wasn’t love in its truest form, then every fairy tale Lumine used to tell him was a lie, and it was up to Aether to write his own story in which he’d make sure to burn so bright by Albedo’s side that even stars envied them whenever they come together to create a whole new universe.

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A Dye - cision

YN dyes her hair the same color as her boyfriend’s and is nervous about his reaction.

Commission for @diznizzle4shizzle​

Thank you so much for commissioning me! I hope you enjoy!

This is an example of a short oneshot. If you’re interested in commissioning me, please dm me.

YN bops her head along to the addicting notes of Dionysus. The newest album, Persona, hasn’t even come out yet, but hearing music early is one of the perks of dating one of the boys. Yes, mischievous Min Yoongi always manages to slip her something early.

While the two of them haven’t been dating for very long, YN knows that he’s the one for her. The long hours, constant travel, and packed schedule are all everyday things they have to overcome, but just getting to hear his voice at the end of a long day throws her heart into overdrive.

Giggling to herself, YN uses a bottle of white conditioner to lip-sync the lyrics, banging her head along to the beat. She stops before she gives herself whiplash and opens the bottle, squirting a random amount of conditioner into the bowl on her countertop. Still humming, YN opens her messages and pulls up Yoongi’s most recent text, smiling at how adorable he looks.

The boys all had their hair colors changed this morning in preparation for Persona’s comeback and Yoongi’s head is dyed a wonderful shade of wine purple, the exact same shade YN is trying to replicate. He just looks so adorable, YN can’t help but want to recreate it on her own freshly bleached head.

YN stirs the conditioning dye, squinting slightly at her phone screen before decided to add a little red dye, trying to make the color richer. She fools around with the mixture for another fifteen minutes before deciding that it’s as good as she’s gonna get it. Parting her hair as Boy With Luv begins playing, YN tests the color on a small section of her hair and decides that she likes it. 

Soon enough, all of her hair is saturated with purple, YN swirling it on top of her head like icing on a cupcake. Feeling rather satisfied with herself, YN watches an episode of her favorite drama to give the dye more time to deposit color. Once the show ends on a frustrating cliff hanger, YN hops into the shower, purple draining down. A quick towel and blow-dry later, YN admires the color in the mirror, mentally patting herself on the back for a job well done.

And right on time too, based on the sound of the front door being unlocked. Suddenly nervous that he might not like it, YN scrambles to style her hair into something more presentable.

“What are you doing?”

Startled, YN drops her hairbrush and turns around to face her very amused looking boyfriend. There he is - Min Yoongi - looking amazing as always. He’s dressed very simply most likely to make all the outfit changes from today easier.

“Nothing. What are you doing?” YN deflects playfully, pretending that she has no idea what he’s talking about.      

“Mmhm,” Yoongi says, taking a step closer and wrapping YN in his arms, leaning his head onto her shoulder, “I’m tired. Why do I have to do stuff like this again?”

“Did he not realize I dyed my hair?” YN thinks to herself.

There’s no way he didn’t. It’s purple.       

Realizing that he’s probably just exhausted from having his picture taken a million times today, YN pats his head affectionately.

“Want me to run you a bath?” she offers.

Yoongi just shakes his head.

“I just want to snuggle right now,” he murmurs.    

YN leads the two of them to their bedroom, Yoongi more or less faceplanting onto the soft sheets. Impatient, he taps the space next to him, wanting to pull YN in close. She indulges him, glad that she already dried her hair. 

Once the two of them are comfortably settled into their usual cuddling position, Yoongi sighs heavily, nuzzling YN’s neck. His fingers slide their way through the recently dyed strands; YN can feel him smile against her skin.

“I didn’t know you liked the color that much,” Yoongi teases playfully.

YN feels heat rise to her cheeks.

“I . . . well . . . do you like it?”

When Yoongi doesn’t immediately respond, YN starts babbling.

“It was a really quick decision. I just saw your photo and I thought you looked cute and the next thing I know I’ve run out and bought hair dye and I’m painting it all over my hair and -”

“YN,” Yoongi interrupts, “It looks really cute on you. I like it,”

YN shifts her weight, rolling over so she’s facing Yoongi. Her hair falls over his, the colors blending seamlessly.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmhm,” Yoongi says, “Now everyone will know we’re together. It’s cute,”

YN giggles, relieved. Yoongi kisses her nose and then promptly falls asleep.

The next morning, YN rouses her boyfriend, ignoring his grumpy protests. He’s still only half awake when the driver pulls up.

YN watches as he opens the door, intending to wave him off. But before Yoongi steps into the vehicle, he turns to her, pulling his black mask down to just under his lips.

“Will you come with me?” he asks her.

“Me? Is that okay? I know you’re taking more concept photos today. I don’t want to get in the way.”

Yoongi shrugs.

“It’ll be fine. Namjoon brings his girlfriend all the time. It’s not like you’ll be a distraction. Most of today will be individual shots. It’ll be boring without you.”

“If you’re sure . . . then okay!”

YN can barely hide her excitement. She’s already met all of the boys and a few of the more important staff members, but she’s never seen them at work.

It’s only when they’re pulling up on location that YN realizes her hair.

“Oh my God!” YN shouts, hand flying up to her hair, “I forgot about this!”

“You’ll be fine!” Yoongi says, “There’s nothing wrong with your hair.”

“You don’t think they’ll think it’s weird, do you?”

“YN,” Yoongi says, kissing her cheek quickly, “It’ll be fine. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course,” YN says immediately, “More than anyone,”

“Then come on. Everything will be fine, I promise,”

And for the first hour or so, no one even pays YN any attention, too focused on their jobs. People are adjusting lights, fixing hair, and exchanging props, eager to achieve whatever vision they’re going for.

But when Yoongi is taking his solo photos, a friendly-looking Jungkook stops by, leaning against the wall where YN is watching.

“So . . . I see someone else got the purple treatment,”

His words are teasing and light. YN blushes, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, yeah. I thought it looked cute so . . .”

Jungkook nods.

“You’re right. It does look cute. And so do the two of you. Yoongi’s been happier than he has been for a while since you came around. You two really are cute.”

The youngest winks at YN.

“Hey, Jungkook! What are you doing over there?” Yoongi calls out from where he sits in front of a small closet.

“Teasing your girlfriend!” he calls back, grinning widely.

“Hey!”

As Jungkook runs off to avoid being scolded, YN smiles at herself. Really, she had nothing to worry about. Quietly, she once again touches her hair.

Dyeing it has been one of the best decisions she’s made in a while.

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Writing Commission-

Hi! I really need the money and I really need to work on my writing. My father recently lost his job. DM for writing commission. 

3 pages- $20 additional pages will be added 5 dollars. 

I can write about whatever you want me to do except rape, incest, sex scenes (depends, I can write intimate scenes just not the full blown thing)

I can 100 percent do things for Harry Styles, Avatar, The Dragon prince or any fandom you want me to just tell me about the each character in great detail and what you would like to happen. 

--Example of my writing includes-- 

The party was hidden in the undergrounds of a giant dead tree. Here the angels and the tieflings live as one, away from the human and high elves.  

The party was dim with fireflies trapped inside glass jars and hung from branches, a pretty but upsetting decoration. Mushrooms that glow with the help of magic hang from the ceiling as well. Angels flirted with tieflings; in here, beautiful boys and handsome girls kissed each other with desire. Everyone was dancing; in this atmosphere, we are untouchable, aren’t in cells or sold, and aren’t being hung. We have the freedom we wished. Adien snuck away with an elf woman named after the zodiac sign Gemini. She was part of the order but decided to rebel against them, saying she didn’t have the heart to cut wings out of Angels.  She had knives hanging from her hips, a honeyed laugh, and sharp cheekbones. He was dazed from the cherry wine, but the way he looked at Gemini was like she had gifted him completed constellations; she returned the same crazed stare. I watched them from the corner of the room. I poured another cherry wine cup, an angel has taken hold of the drums, and Ash is jumping in the crowd, long black hair bouncing. His red eyes look haunting and magnificent. The girls swept into the floor with him, and then he has three of them rubbing their bodies together, the drums give off a kick, and urges me to dance, “Come here” He shouts, sweat-soaked shirt and glassy eyes, I take a step inside. 

He lays his hands on my hips and tells me to swing slowly, “ooooohhh,” He shouts high pitched before another girl is in his arms, and I am alone in the crowd. Swing my hair and my hips a little harder, someone else grips my arm and spins me on my feet. I trip, and the wings flutter before closing. His sunset eyes meet the pitch black ones that are my own. His dark blue skin glows under the party's dim lighting; we’re swallowed in the crowd. The smile creeps on his lips, showing his fangs just a little bit. 

He leans into my ear while slowly moving us side to side as if this was a slow song. 

“I thought you didn’t dance?” He whispers, “Ash persuaded me,” I utter breathlessly. His hands run down my shoulder, and I realized I stopped moving, paralyzed by his presence. I beg for his touch. The wings flinch in wanting, stop it,  I urge at them, but Caius is already smiling. I know he knows. 

“Come with me,” He says against my neck, my heart beats in my head. I follow him past the intoxicated bodies, and into broad spiral stairs, we climb up with the echo of our boots kicking small rocks. We reach a large opening in a field devoided of trees. Only this large bark of a decaying tree lays here. It stays alive with the help of the Angels that reside inside of it. The river is quiet and dark. The music echos down here. 

"Did Ash also tell you to dance like that?" I nod, he does too and sits down. I copy his movements. I look at my hands; 

"How much did you drink tonight?" I put my hands under me to avoid awkwardly playing with them. He shrugs his shoulders, "It was human wine. I don't think it was heavy enough."  I smile, "But how many did you have?" 

He looks at me, his skin matches the river, and I want to run my hands over his exposed shoulder. "I lost count," He stares at my lips, "Me too," I mutter. 

"You know," His eyes flash bright, and I copy his expression, "I heard humans are forced to walk in a straight line to see how drunk they are. If they can't, they're too drunk."

A loud, unstoppable laugh escapes my lips, "I dare you to walk in a straight line."  I say

"I heard a human say something with dare.." He stands and finds a long twig, he marks a perfectly straight line on the ground, "impressive," I say, staring at it, he tosses the twig, "I used to draw," He admits, and my heart aches a little, how I would love to draw his sharp bones on paper and have them forever. I would ask what happened, but I know what it was. The world had forced him down a different path. 

He positions himself at the start of the line, and he smiles full, all teeth, all fangs in the display. "I triple dog dare you, Seraphine owner of my heart, to beat me." 

"I accept your challenge, Caius." I stand behind him, he takes the first step, and already, he stumbles. I hold in a giggle that escapes through my nose. He falls out of the line several times before even making it to the finish. The track is messed up. Still, I must perfect this as if my life depended on it.

"It's going to be so hard to top that. Honestly, I think you should give me the crown." He shouts I take a step all confidence I've learned, or maybe it's just the liquor in my blood. He looks at me with all the love in the world, and yes, it makes me nervous and sick. I walk on the line. I trip, I fall, and he laughs, but when I reach him, his arms are open, and I fall in. 

The wings cup us making this once public scene into something just between us. It's dark, but the moon still shines over his horns, his lips are near. I can smell the cherry on his breath. I close my eyes and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. The wings never part away. They sheld us from the sights of people. He reaches for my dress and hikes it up with a flick of his finger, his kiss moves lower to my neck, to my chest. My breathing is wild like the wind. My skin flashes hot, and I tug for his loose shirt.  

I pull his shirt off harshly; we hear the fabric tear. He laughs, "What was in that wine?" 

"I don't know," I said and kissed him hard; he flips our position, "Lean on me," and he lays me on the ground gently when I do. The wings spread out beside me. He traces the line of my face. Every freckle, blemish, and scars are exposed, only for his eyes, the moonlighting my face. I am aware of my nakedness, of his. 

The dress is unbuttoned near my chest. He takes his finger and traces my nose and around my eyes, then back to my lips. I kiss it.  His hair swings over his eye, and I curl it with my finger. "We can stop," He takes my wrist and kisses it. "We can not stop," I giggle. Caius Lowers himself down; my legs wrap around his waist. 

The honey in his eyes is gone. My stomach turns with a wave of butterflies. 

"Tell me a truth," He finishes unbuttoning the dress. He kisses my stomach, then my thighs.  "I love you," I say with my eyes closed. I feel him stop, "Tell me a lie," He says after a moment, and I feel him over me again, his hands pin my hands above my head. His nose touches my nose. 

I open my eyes, "I don't love you." I say, he smiles. "I don't love you too." 

[topicprinter]

Yesterday my friend and I were chatting, he’s the founder of an article writing company and he’s been publishing a lot of new blog content - but failing to see the lift and traffic that he (and everyone else!) desires.After chatting with him and looking at his blog, I immediately realized that he was making a common blogging mistake and that adding just a few potential methods could drive a lot more traffic to his blog.At the core, he was spending a lot of time publishing content, but not enough time promoting it.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Let me give you some context:I am the founder of a non-traditional PR agency that takes a digital perspective on gaining exposure for startups, entrepreneurs, founders, and other small businesses.I have worked with a multitude of clients from different industries and have helped them to drive more traffic to their site ---> by approaching PR with a blend of SEO and Content Marketing skill sets.Not only have we had clients placed in multiple top tier publications like Forbes, Inc., etc - but we have also leveraged our strategies to take dusty ol’ blogs and put a serious 250% increase in traffic behind them.I say this not to brag. All that to say, I’ve been around the block when it comes to driving traffic to blogs and websites.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The BIG Mistake That Most Blogs MakeDuring my time, I’ve found that BY FAR the biggest mistake people make is that they focus all their efforts on creating content and practically zero efforts to promote it and drive traffic back to the blog.People that succeed with their blogs do two things very well:1, Publish quality contentANDPromote it in effective waysI’m sure you heard it a million times that you need quality content ---> I don’t need to tell you that again.Let’s focus on the promotion aspect which is what most people miss or straight up ignore.So how then do you promote?Here is a brief overview of a few general strategies that I recommend - and one actionable tip for each strategy!There’s a million ways to do this - but for the sake of brevity...Here are a few actionable tips/strategies that will help you drive traffic to your blog:------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------1. Find out where your target persona is and engage there!“If you want to find a seagull, go to the beach shore” that is a wise tip from WordstreamThere are dozens of ways to identify and interact with your target audience but here’s one actionable example you can start with today.Step 1: Sign up for Quora and fill out your profile extensively (include your title and link to blog)Step 2: Choose a blog post to link to in your answerThe best type of blog posts are ones that are highly actionable and comprehensive in your given field.Step 3: Find a recent or high volume questionsFollow topics relevant to your industry in the search bar and quora will populate recent questions under the “write” bar.Step 4: Answer Question with helpful advice and link back to your blog postThe principle is to be straightforward with your answers and to provide lots of value through highly practical suggestions.Include the link to your blog in a subtle fashion and not in a promotional way.This will generate traffic to your blog through the link and through your profile.That’s just one example amongst many for targeting a community.Some other tactics you can consider:Find a directly industry related platform and interact there (DeviantArt for Art subculture, Activerain for real estate…etc.)Consider Facebook groups or LinkedIn groupsDive into relevant social platforms (Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and more)------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------2. Leverage Influencer MarketingThere’s a beauty company called Ipsy Studios that leveraged Michelle Phan’s audience (she owns a ridiculously successful beauty vlog/ youtube channel) directing her followers to purchase their $10 glam bags.This helped the company grow to 1.5 million monthly subscribers with an $800 million dollar valuation.Insanely smart growth hack for any beauty company considering that Michelle Phan has over 18 million monthly views on her videos.You don’t need to collaborate with an influencer on that scale for your blog, but there are influencers out there that fit within your niche and your spend.Here’s one way you can reach out to those influencers:Step 1: Use Buzzsumo to search for Influencers.Buzzsumo offers a free trial. Use their tool and input in the search bar terms relevant to your industry and Buzzsumo will populate suggested Influencers. It will also show the reach of the influencer so you can decide if that level of influence suits your campaign strategy.Step 2: Build a relationship with the influencerSubscribe to their blog, follow them, comment and like on their content, share their content, tell the influencer if they have any errors.Step 3: Send a soft pitch emailAn example of an email may have wording such as “knowing you love writing about [insert topic], I thought I’d show you a topic I’ve also written.”Or if you’re willing to put some skin in the game, you can work out a lump sum or commission basis for each post or conversion that the influencer references you in!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3. Use Guest Posting to your advantageGuest posting is near and dear to my heart because this was my bread and butter building my blog, accounting for a majority of my traffic increases.So what is a guest post?Simply put, a guest post is an article written and submitted to a publication by someone who is normal contributor to that website.You can include a link to your website within the post, and that ready-made audience will enjoy your post and click through to learn more about you.This is a great way to leverage an existing audience on an authority site and point people back towards your blog.Here’s an example of how I would approach acquiring a guest post:Step 1: Find Guest Post targetsThere are different type of publications that accept guest posts such as niche blogs, company blogs, industry specific publications, mainstream publications… the list goes on.One of my favorite tip is to insert your primary competitor in to the tool Ahrefs and it’ll show you a list of backlinks and where they have published their guest posts.Step 2: Get Your Guest Post readyYou don’t need to have your Guest post written at this point.One good way to discover a new topic that people care about is to go on Udemy and see which courses are more popular in your industry. Since people are paying for the course you have proof of demand!Step 3: Send Your PitchThis is the hardest part.My personal outreach approach is to build relationships with an individual in the publications. This means following their content. Asking quora questions that reference the other writer’s work. Sharing their work on social media.Once you’ve warmed up the relationship, then you can send your pitch. Some example wording: “I’ve noticed you haven’t written about [insert topic], I’ve recently conducted a 30 day experiment and I think this would be a perfect place to publish it.”Step 4: Write your guest postFocus on delivering VALUE in your guest post. Self promotion shouldn’t be the focus.Have highly actionable advice in your post as practicality is a consistent theme of top shelf content online.When inserting the link, put a link to your website in your author bio, or include the link as a relevant article within the post.That was a high level snapshot of my strategy. There’s a lot more intricacies that can generate you guest posts almost anywhere. I wrote a comprehensive step by step guide to guest posting, feel free to DM me if you'd like me to share it with you.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------4. Convert your blog into Infographs and post on Pinterest!People are very visual and love seeing a simple, visual summary of your content.Say you publish a new blog post such as “5 ways to start saving money today”, take a few minutes to take those 5 steps and build it into an infograph.This takes little time and can generate extra traffic.Here’s how you create and share your infograph:Step 1: Use a tool like PiktochartYou don’t need to have a design background to use these simple tools. Summarize the main points on your blog and add some icons.Make it look nice by keeping consistent with your brand colours.Step 2: Post it on PinterestGive a caption that explains why your content is useful. Include your brand name and a link back to your blog!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------5. Become an author of a E-booksNeil Patel’s first tip to increase your blog traffic was to publish an e-book on Kindle Select.Self published books now represent 31% of all e-book sales in the Amazon kindle store.Link back to your blog in your e-book and that will generate some additional traffic.Step 1: Compile your content through your blog and other content and consolidate it into an e-book.I know it sounds daunting to be an author but don’t under value your content. You are an expert in your field. It just takes some repackaging of your content and knowledge.Step 2: Include a link to your website blog or newsletter in the bookPlace the link in the e-book. A call to actions may look like this “You can download the free report by going here” or “If you’d like to learn more tips on [insert topic], we have a free newsletter you can sign up for here, where we send exclusive tips on [insert topic].”Step 3: Publish the e-book on the Kindle Direct Publishing Select ProgramIsn’t it wonderful that we’re in the age where don’t need to connect with a publisher printing thousands of hard copies?Run a free promotion for the first 90 days so that the readers can read it for free to gain traction.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I hope this was of value to some of you. Starting a blog and growing it through outreach is no walk in the park but it is well worth the investment!I will be tracking my friend’s journey on their blog and recording our progress as we go! Feel free to DM me if you want to be updated on the progress.Stay tuned for more posts :)

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Til Death Do Us

Commission for @mypurplelamp​

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Angel JK x Angel Reader

YN remembers the day they met vividly. She’d only recently been delivered into Heaven and hadn’t managed to explore all of the paradise yet. While she was gaping in awe over the beautiful buildings and endless sky, she’d caught sight of another angel standing a bit away from her, sketching something she couldn’t see on a big white notepad. His wings had been curled behind him with a level of comfort only possessed by angels who have lived in heaven for a long time.

YN’s own wings still felt foreign to her.

She wasn’t sure what it was about him that so caught her interest. Everyone is beautiful in Heaven, completely ethereal and serene. But something about this other angel felt . . . familiar to her.

She’d already run into other souls she could loosely identify as family members or old friends (even though she couldn’t remember what type of life she lived with them) but he felt different.

It had taken her quite a lot of time to work up any courage to approach him. YN had just been following him around silently, thinking the other angel didn’t notice her at all.

Imagine her surprise when he turned around one day, startling her to the point where she almost fell over.

“Were you planning on just following me around forever, little one?” he asked her, clearly amused.

“Maybe. I hadn’t thought about it,” YN said honestly.

Angels don’t lie, after all.

He laughs, his wings swishing with the movement of his shoulders.

“Do I know you?” YN asks, unable to stop the question that’s been eating away at her.

“No,” he says, sobering up instantly, “But you were supposed to. I lived on the other side of the world. I died before we could ever run into each other,”

YN tilts her head, fascinated. She can’t remember her previous life at all. How could he?

“What do you mean by that?”

“My name is Jungkook,” he says instead of answering her question, turning and walking away.

YN doesn’t follow this time, puzzled.

It didn’t take YN very long to find him again, however. The other angel - Jungkook - always stuck to the same schedule. But now that YN knows he’s aware of her presence, she’s more active in being around him. She’ll always sit or stand beside him, just observing him and his actions, trying to figure out the riddle he gave her.

“So do you know me?” she asks one day as Jungkook is once again sketching.

“Of course I do. You’re YN LN and you’re new to Heaven. But I know more about you than that.”

“Like what?”

The curiosity is killing her. She wants to know who she was.

“You’ll remember on your own one day. But I will allow you to ask me one question and I will answer it,” he asks, looking at her with eyes so clear that she forgets everything for a single moment.

“How old were we when we died?” YN asks.

“I was twenty-seven. You died at ninety-two.”

“You’ve been here a long time then,” YN says

“I suppose so. Time is relative here. I was older than you on Earth though,” he says, finishing up his sketch and standing up, walking away without ever looking back.

Every time YN runs into Jungkook, he allows her to ask one question and every time she resists asking the one she’s most curious about. For some reason, YN wants to figure out who he is to her without his assistant. Something inside of her tells her that it’s important.

But one day it happens. One day all of her human memories flood into her like a gentle wave. She remembers her childhood, her favorite pet, the restaurant she used to go to all the time. She remembers her wedding day and identifies one of the other angels as the husband she spent her life with. Even her children come rushing back to her, although they are new to Heaven and won’t remember her for some time.

But Jungkook is not in her memories . . . or at least, he was never someone she knew personally. Jungkook, she recognizes, was once part of a band she adored when she was a young adult, a band which fell apart after the tragic death of the youngest member in a freak car accident.

She had never met Jungkook but his death meant more to her than was reasonable. But why? Why? The answer hits her like a bolt of lightning.

The next time she sees him, YN runs towards him at full speed, taking in his saddened expression.

“You remember now . . .” he says, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

He looks like he’s in pain.

“I . . .” YN begins, not able to put her words together.

“Everyone has a soulmate. But soulmates hardly ever meet on Earth,” he pauses, looking away as if he’s remembering something, “But you knew who I was. That hurt the most when I got into Heaven. You knew my human life while I only discovered you when you were mourning my death.”

“We’re here now,” YN says, reaching out and taking his hand, finally being able to place that familiar feeling as love, adoration in its purest form, “And we have the rest of eternity to spend together,”

The human world is so beautiful. YN can never get over how gorgeous it is, from the soft clouds that float through the air to the animals which roam the Earth to the humans themselves. Even lightening makes her breathing speed up.

But unfortunately, YN is not here on Earth to admire God’s creation. One of the many souls she guards has reached its end. Invisible to humankind, YN sits atop the elderly man’s house, the dark shingles warm against her phantom skin. For a moment, the angel closes her eyes, remembering this feeling. Summer was her favorite season when she was alive.

Her eyes open when she feels the pull. It is time. Descending through the structure and standing beside the old man’s bedside, YN smiles at him. Even though she knows he can’t see her, he can feel her presence in his soul.

“It is time,” YN says in her heavenly voice, “You have earned a peaceful rest,”

She places a hand atop his balded head, caressing his cheek as he closes his eyes. One final breath and he’s gone, his soul slipping into her awaiting hands.

No matter how many thousands of times she’s done this, YN can never get over how beautiful a soul can be. This man was pure of heart and kind and his soul reflects it. It’s light, free of regrets and anger.

YN starts her ascent, keeping the soul close to her chest. When they reach Heaven, YN’s feet land upon the clouds and she releases the soul, watching as it transforms back into human shape. The man, now young and in his prime smiles sweetly at YN who takes him by the hand, leading him to the pearly gates of Heaven.

As they approach, a figure can be seen, growing clearer with every step. YN doesn’t have to look to know who it is. She hides her smile upon seeing her soulmate, focusing on delivering the soul to its destination.

“What is your desire, human?” the other angel says, white wings held out proudly from his back.

“I wish for my son to live a happy life,” the soul says without hesitation.

The other angel smiles at him as the gates behind him rumble open, a soft golden glow emitting from what lies beyond. As the gates close behind him, YN turns to Jungkook.

“He was a good soul,” she says.

YN can’t help but feel fondly towards him. She’s been watching over him since he was born. He’s always been a sweet and kind person.

“I could tell just by looking at him. I knew he would ask for something selfless,” Jungkook says, gathering YN in his arms.

The angel melts into his familiar grasp, immensely comforted by his touch.

“I missed you,” he says, pouting playfully.

“Did you now? I was only gone for a little bit,” YN says, teasing him, “Did you really miss me that much?”

“Of course. I think about you all the time, angel,” he says, winking at her.

“You’re such a flirt, Jungkook,” YN laughs.

The two of them may not have gotten a happen end while on Earth, but they certainly did in Heaven.