#i don't think i've ever felt this way about any artist really

[pardonmydelays]

i also think it's kinda cool how tyler makes me want to learn stuff

[hotwaterandmilk]

An IRL friend of mine recently suggested I cut back on posting content because "maybe a dozen or two dozen people" like my posts and they weren't sure why I bothered when there was no money or engagement in it.

I definitely felt a bit like that a few years back, particularly when I'd see people repost my scans on other platforms and get tens of thousands of likes. If I'd shifted platforms and focused on engagement that could well have been me.

However, that's not really what I've ever been about. I share what I share because I like it and want other people who like these works to enjoy what I have in my collection too (or to discover new works they might not have encountered). Nobody has to engage with what I post though, I could get 0 likes/reblogs and I'd still keep plugging away because ultimately this is just a hobby and I'm just a fan.

I don't want to harp on with the cheesy "you should do things for yourself first and foremost" with hobbies, but at the end of the day my affection for certain series and artists won't evaporate just because my posts about them aren't popular on Tumblr.

I've been here for 14 years and have only just hit 10,000 followers. I'm not an important internet person by any stretch of the imagination and I think that's OK. If I'd been angling for something beyond simply being a fan of certain things, I can see how this might be considered failure. For me (personally) though, I don't feel like my hobby needs to have any form of hustle attached to it. This is what I do to express my affection for things.

Not everyone will feel the same way as I do about sharing content online and that's fine, we're all individuals and we engage with things differently. I just wanted to express this while the thoughts were still fresh in my mind.

Enjoy your hobbies in the ways that work for you. You'll find people who appreciate your contributions (big or small) wherever you go online and if you move onto different fandoms or hobbies, you'll find new folks who like what you do there too. Just don't feel locked into numbers as the ultimate way of judging your own love for media.

[cherrywrecked]

princess — jang wonyoung.

since you guys seemed to like these, here i am with another one.

cw: nsfw in the middle of the fic. wonyoung x fem reader. cnc. somno? sub!wony. mommy kink. you're wonyoung's makeup artist. mentions of chaewon from le sserafim.

jang wonyoung—she's everybody's princess. everything she does just seems so fancy, elegant, beautiful yet at the same time, innocent. a lot of people love her for it, but of course, as an idol, that could just be a facade, right? wrong. for wonyoung, she really is like that. beautiful, elegant, sweet, but more importantly, she's yours.

she's no saint. jang wonyoung was far from being innocent and all of that was your fault. sure, she was once a cute little lamb, but ever since she met you, she changed. still sweet, but not innocent. how can you call her that when almost every night when she has the free time, she drops by your apartment, begging for you to make her cum?

you don't have any schedules with wonyoung until next week and it was killing her. you, on the other hand, is so busy with the back to back come back shows of artists you work for so really, you don't have much time to think about her. not until you got a message from her just after you finished packing up your things from le sserafim's shoot today.

wonyoung:

hi, mommy! i missed you today. i've heard from chaewon eonnie that you were working with them today. good luck and i hope you get to finish early. if you do, stop by my flat and spend the night with me? i miss you a lot.

ah, jang wonyoung, truly the cutest princess you've ever had. you immediately started typing a reply for her, letting her know you're free for the rest of the night. it was only nine pm, anyways, and undeniably, you missed her as well. so it was a win-win for the both of you. you felt your phone buzzed on your pockets as you were bidding your bye's with your team, but you didn't get to view it until you were in your car.

of course, it was a video from wonyoung feeling herself. along with it is a message that read; “can't wait to take these off for you tonight, mommy.” and so did you. you can't wait to see her.

it was exactly ten thirty pm when you arrived at her flat. without bothering to knock, you just typed in her passcode and let yourself in. wonyoung wasn't in her living room, so you quickly called out for her. “wonyoung? i'm here, princess.” you said as you walked towards her room. it was open, and there you saw wonyoung in the same clothes she wore on the video, except she fell asleep. she must've been so tired today, but you came all the way here, you're not going to let the night end without having a taste of her.

carefully settling yourself next to her, you caressed her hair as you called out her name softly. “baby, wake up, mommy's here.” but wonyoung was sleeping so deeply. she looked so pretty asleep, but the straps of her top slid off her shoulder already, exposing a bit of her chest and you could see a glimpse of her pinkish nipples. you bit your lower lip as you let your hand do its thing— tugging her top down, fully exposing wonyoung's chest. her nipples were hard— probably because of the aircon.

not saying anything, you just started to play with her nipples which made wonyoung squirm in her sleep. god, she's so cute. you pinched her nipples, rolling both of them around your fingers as you watch them get harder. wonyoung, sensitive as ever, parted her lips as she lets out the cutest pants and quiet moans. “mommy...” she moaned asleep. she's dreaming—or at least she thinks she is. wonyoung shifted, her legs now spread just enough for you to fit one of your hands in between them. she was wearing cotton shorts with nothing underneath and you can see her pink, shaven pussy. you smirked, taking one nipple onto your mouth as you played with the other, your gaze locked on her beautiful, flushed face. “sorry, princess, mommy just can't help herself.” you whispered against her ear whilst your free hand traveled south to her pussy. pushing the fabric to the side, you exposed her cunt before using your index finger to lightly pat her clit, loving how wonyoung would squirm every time your finger touched her.

wonyoung again shifted, giving you more space to play with her princess parts while you brought your kisses down to her stomach, and eventually, her center. still with the shorts on, you pressed a kiss just above her clit, watching wonyoung's sleeping face as you do. no reaction, you hated it. getting bolder, you pulled her shorts to the side before you flattened your tongue above her slit. finally, another reaction. wonyoung's eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head to the side. you started to circle the tip of your tongue around her clit, and wonyoung could only moan in her sleep. she still thinks she's dreaming, but she feels too good for this to just be a dream, right?

you wrapped your lips around her clit, softly sucking on her sensitive muscle and that's when wonyoung found herself waking up. shocked, but she was feeling so good. “m-mommy, y-you're here—a-ah! m-more, please...” wonyoung, still groggy, has now finally her legs spread widely enough for you to fit in between them and eat her out. “s-so good, mommy... more, please. m-more...” wonyoung breathe out, one hand cupping her boob while the other held a fistful of your hair, pushing you more against her.

wonyoung was a squirming mess and you could feel her juices dripping down to her ass. you toyed her hole with her own wetness, teasing the younger. “f-fingers, please... please please! 'm so horny, mommy, please.” wonyoung begged through her lashes, her doe eyes that looked so innocent yet full of lust. you gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers inside of her. “ssshh, baby, it's okay, mommy's here.” god, she's so tight that she can't even handle two of your slender fingers. wonyoung arched her back as she stabilized her breath, walls clenching tightly around your digits. wonyoung swear she could cum with them alone without the need for you to move them around, but of course, she's learned her lesson not to cum without your permission.

“m-mommy... so so good, f-fuck...” she moaned, hips moving subconsciously. this made you chuckle, seeing her so desperate for you. “yeah? you miss mommy's fingers, baby?” wonyoung could only nod as she pushed your head more against her. taking her signal, you went ahead and started to suck on her clit as you started to move your fingers in and out slowly, gradually increasing your pace. wonyoung's moans are just as pretty as her face. you looked up at her through your lashes and god, you can't believe that a jang wonyoung is caught around your fingers... quite literally.

it didn't take long for wonyoung to feel the familiar knot forming on her tummy. she started to move her hips more and clenched even tighter around your digits and you knew, she was close. not wanting to disappoint the lady, you started to flick on her clit with your tongue before slightly pulling away, “cum for me, baby. cum for mommy.” and again, wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking on it harshly, the same time you started curling your fingers inside of her, making sure the tip of your digits hit her sweet spot every time.

“c-cumming! mommy, mommy! fuck, 'm cumming...!”, strings of high pitched moans and profanities escaped wonyoung's lips as she came around your fingers and face. you helped her ride her high by gently flicking on her clit, tongue rolling around her labia which made wonyoung squirm even more. finally pulling away, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled her down to kiss your lips, tasting herself on your mouth. “wonyoungie missed you, mommy.” and you knew that with the way she locked her long legs around your waist. you were sure that tonight was going to be a long, pleasurable night for the both of you.

[stayteezdreams]

Let Me Love You

Plot: You and Wooyoung are meant to be, at least he thought so. So why are you so determined to refuse him?

Pairing: Idol!Jung Wooyoung x Make Up Artist!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request: Wooyoung + “Why wont you let me love you?”

Requested by: @hanni-bae44

Warnings/Notes: Use of Y/n multiple times. Kissing. Angsty/Emotional for most of it.

Words: ~2.8k

"I like you Y/n, like I really, really like you."

"...I know."

"I don't think I've ever met someone so perfect for me."

"Wooyoung."

"You know we're meant to be together right?"

"I- I cant, we can't."

"What do you mean? You feel the same as me...don't you?"

"....No."

Wooyoung chest was tight as the memory replayed in his head. Your words and actions didn't match, it made no sense. It was tearing him up inside. Because he knew you liked him, you had too. If you didn't then what was everything the two of you had been through?

The hours spent together, the flirting, the stolen glances, the unspoken conversations, the moments of eye contact that lasted way too long, the dates you labelled as "hang-outs". The gentle touches both of you pretended didn't happen.

Pulling out his phone he read over the last text he sent you asking to meet up three days prior. You saw it, but hadn't replied.

Tossing his phone onto the table he let out a frustrated sigh. What was going on?

Biting the inside of his cheek he shook his head, standing and grabbing his phone again. Determined to figure out what was going on.

Your apartment was quiet as you scrolled through your phone, your mind constantly returning to Wooyoung's message. You wanted to see him, but you knew it was a bad idea. It was best to distance yourself before things got too serious.

Others at the company began getting suspicious about your relationship with Wooyoung. Any time you were together others eyed you, many giving you dirty or disappointed looks. Whispers followed you anytime you were near him.

Things were often tight-lipped at the company. If an idol was dating a staff member, other's wouldn't be allowed to say anything. But that didn't mean they always followed those rules. And a scandal was the last thing you wanted to cause for Wooyoung and the company. He would deal with the backlash and punishment from the company, and you would probably be fired, or transferred. And it would be your fault.

Wooyoung didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, by the conflict it could cause. The problems for him, or for you. So you had to be the one to deal with it, you had to be the one to protect him, by hurting the both of you. So you pushed away your feelings, and pulled away from him.

You had already started to distance yourself when Wooyoung suddenly confessed to you. It broke your heart to walk away from him, to reject his confession, when you wanted nothing more than to tell him you felt the same.

Looking at the nearby coffee table you smiled to yourself at the stack of boardgames. Wooyoung came over a few nights a week when he could, for game night. You would often spend hours playing games, sometimes the other's would come as well, turning it into a slumber party.

On the nearby mirror, polaroid photos were pinned around the edges. Many of you and your friends, many of you and Wooyoung. Everyone assumed you were best-friends. But you weren't, not really, you were something...else. Something between best-friends and lovers, but neither. An 'almost' something.

You jolted when a sudden knock echoed through your apartment. Glancing at the clock, you frowned. You hadn't ordered any food, why would someone be here at seven in the evening?

Walking to the door, you checked who was there and your heart skipped a beat. Wooyoung was standing outside your door, obviously antsy as he seemed to bounce around on his feet.

Taking a step away from the door, you brought your hand to your chest as your breathing became uneven.

He knocked again and you held your breath. You heard an audible sigh from the other side of the door.

"Y/n, open up! I know you're in there I heard you walk up to the door!"

You closed your eyes and cursed to yourself. Did he actually hear you, or was it a bluff?

He knocked again. "If you don't answer I'll stay here all night!" As his voice got louder you internally groaned, not wanting him to disturb your neighbors.

Reaching for the door, you pulled it open just as he was about to knock again. Wooyoung let out a breath as his eyes fell on you and your disgruntled face.

If he wasn't upset he would find it adorable.

Without letting you speak he walked past you and into your apartment. You closed your eyes briefly as you took in a deep breath and closed the door.

"What are you doing here Wooyoung?"

He spun around and let out a deep breath. "Why are you running from me?"

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. He let out a frustrated sigh as he began pacing.

"I don't understand how we could go from being so close and obviously interested in each other, to you distancing yourself and rejecting me as though you hate me."

You flinched at his words. You would never hate him, you could never hate him. But maybe it was best if he thought you did.

"I'm sorry I made you think I felt the same."

Wooyoung stopped and stared at you his eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"We ar- were friends Wooyoung. If you thought I had feelings for you, you were wrong, and I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you think I felt the same as you. But I don't."

He stared at you as his face slowly dropped, making your heart ache. Shaking his head he walked up to you, setting his hands on your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

"You're lying, I know you are. I just don't understand why."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Why come here if you aren't going to listen to anything I say?"

"Because I know you feel the same! I know it."

"You know nothing!"

He jumped at the volume of your voice, he had never heard it so loud, so angry. There were tears edging your eyes and he frowned. Why were you lying to him? You knew he could tell you were lying, but why were you being so persistent? What happened?

Pushing his hands away from you you grabbed your door handle and opened the door. "I think you should leave Wooyoung."

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when your eyes seemed to be pleading to him.

He let out a sad sigh, his own eyes burning with the threat of tears. Walking past you and out into the hall he looked back at you one more time as you closed the door, your broken voice sending him away with heartbreak.

"Don't come back here again."

Wooyoung stood outside your door for what felt like an hour, tears eventually falling as he realized he had lost you. The confusion and hurt made his chest tight with pain. What had happened? Why did he confess? Why did he ruin what you had? Why were you so determined to lie about your own feelings? Did someone say something? Someone at the company?

Eventually walking away, his heart was heavy and heartbroken, but his stubborn determination still clung on. He was not giving up, not on you, not now, not ever.

Wooyoung's eyes were following you around the room as you set up your makeup station. Everyone was preparing for a shoot and it was the first time Wooyoung had seen you in a week.

His heart ached as he watched you, refusing to even look in his direction. His heart leapt when someone told him to got to your station to get his makeup done. He shouldn't have been surprised, you were always the one to do his makeup. You were often referred to as 'his' makeup artist, even if you did the other's makeup as well.

He saw your disdained reaction before you got back to arranging the makeup. As Wooyoung sat down in your chair his eyes never left your face, watching as you refused to look at him.

Over the last week, he had heard whispers about the two of you. You hung out a lot at the company, but hadn't so much as looked at each other in a week. Everyone was wondering what had happened, but no one was willing to ask.

"Y/n." He said your name softly, noting how you paused for a second before continuing to grab products.

"Y/nnnn" his voice was a bit more whiny this time making you close your eyes and sigh.

Finally looking over at him you saw how pleading his eyes were. Why wasn't he angry with you?

"Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you have to ignore me."

Your chest tightened at his words. You hated how much you hurt him, but you needed to be resolute. You couldn't be as willing to risk his idol image as he seemed to be.

Wooyoung tilted his head slightly as you remained looking at him. He could tell you were battling your own thoughts and feelings. Before he could talk again, you cleared your throat.

"Don't talk anymore, I'm going to start."

He smiled softly as you began doing his makeup, at least you spoke to him, even if it was the politely tell him to shut up.

Your job had never felt worse as you did Wooyoung's makeup. His eyes never left your face, as he scanned your eyes and even your lips multiple times. You knew he wanted to speak, but there were too many other's around you.

You were also aware of the eyes and quiet whispers around you. You and Wooyoung were never this quiet, especially when you were together. His makeup always took the longest because of it. But this time he was the first done.

Finishing up, you set your thing's aside, "You're all done."

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, speaking softly, "Y/n."

Standing up, his voice causing goosebumps, you turned away, "I need to go clean the brushes."

Wooyoung let out a sigh as he watched you leave, he could feel Seonghwa watching him from nearby. He, along with the other's were aware of what happened, and they were just as confused as Wooyoung.

After the shoot, and with some encouragement from the others, Wooyoung walked around the company looking for you.

Finally finding you as you began to leave for the day, he took the chance to steal you away.

You let out a gasp of surprise as Wooyoung sped past you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him as he went.

"What are you doing?" You whispered with a obvious surprise as you looked around to see if anyone saw what was happening.

Entering into a stairwell no one used, Wooyoung cornered you against the door and stared you down.

"I'm not leaving this time. And I wont let you. Not until you explain to me what's going on."

"Wooyoung."

"Why did you lie?"

"Lie about what?"

"That you don't have feelings for me. I know you do, and I know you lied. I just need to know why. Tell me why you wont let me be with you."

You opened your mouth to speak, to push him away harshly, to tell him you weren't lying, but your words died on your lips.

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he caressed your cheek with his hand. "You know how I feel. You know I adore you, I'm head over heels for you. I want to be with you more than anything, so why wont you let me? Why won't you let me love you?"

Your felt your lips tremble as his words shook you. You did know those things. You knew he adored you, and you knew you adored him too. You wanted him to love you, and you wanted to love him.

You let out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes briefly, giving in, encouraging yourself to finally tell him why you rejected him.

"It's because you want to be with me more than anything that you are blind to why you can't."

He frowned and you shook your head softly.

"How could you not understand Wooyoung? It doesn't matter that I have feelings for you, or that I adore you too, that I want to be with you too. You hear it all the time Woo. Idols can't date."

Realization hit Wooyoung like a truck as he stared at your sad eyes. That was why? Because of the risk?

He lowered his head and let out a breath. Of course that was it, how could he be so stupid. Even if they didn't have a dating ban, even if you hid you were dating, if you got found out, it would still cause a scandal. It would cause issues for everyone. Him, you, the company. But you would only care about him, about what it would do to him.

Looking up, he met your eyes again. "You rejected me to protect me didn't you. Because you knew I wouldn't care about the risk?"

You remained silent but the way you avoided his eyes told him it was true.

You spoke again, your voice soft. "If we were to date we have to keep it a secret. I don't particularly care about that part, but, it would be stressful wouldn't it? Always having to hide, never getting to go out together easily. And if we got caught? You know how bad it could get. We would be ridiculed, bullied, insulted, we might even be forced apart. Is it really worth it to you?"

Even though your eyes showed your sadness, and your words your concern, Wooyoung couldn't help but smile.

Gently grabbing your face, Wooyoung leaned in, pausing briefly as he met your eyes, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath caught as you moved to push him away, but stopped short as he deepened the kiss. Closing your eyes, you found yourself gently grabbing at his arms.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. "Yes, it's worth it. Anything is worth it if I get to be with you."

His name left your mouth as a whisper, "Wooyoung."

He shook his head softly. "Y/n. You are focusing too much on the bad that could happen. Don't forget all the good things. Even if we have to remain a secret, we would still be together. We could have dates at home, or groups dates where it would look like we're just hanging out. We could find a hundred ways and reasons to be together. And if it was found out, even with all of the hate and ridicule, you know there are those who would support us, defend us, and protect us. Focus on that."

He caressed your cheek again, "I am serious about how I feel about you Y/n. I already talked to the others, I had a meeting with Hongjoong and the managers. They would be blind if they didn't see how I felt about you. Yes it might be hard, but it would be worth it if we could be together, even in secret. Because it tears me apart not being with you at all."

Wooyoung's words shook you. He had thought about it more than you gave him credit. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pressed your forehead against him.

"But what if you regret it?"

"I wont. I promise."

"You don't know that."

He cupped your face, making you look into his eyes. After he gazed at you for a few second, he leaned in, pressing another soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Pulling away he smiled softly, "Maybe I don't know for sure. But what I do know is how I feel about you now. And I know that those feelings wont go away easily. I have enough love for you now, to last a lifetime. So please Y/n, be with me. Let me love you."

You stared into his eyes for a moment, the silence between you so loud your ears were ringing. A small smile finally graced your face as you nodded slowly.

A grin spread across his face "Yeah?"

Giving in completely, your smile widened as you nodded again, "Yeah."

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him in return. Your heart was pounding and a thousand thoughts and worries rushed through your head, but you didn't care as much about them now, they didn't scare you as much. Not now that Wooyoung understood, and was willing to protect the both of you as best as he could.

Stepping away from you, Wooyoung looked into your face with a bright smile as tears brimmed his eyes. You were sure you looked the same, as he gently cupped your face again before leaning in to kiss you once more.

The future might have it's moments of struggle, but you were confident now, that you would get through it together.

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[nervoussagittarius]

20191009 I Like Her

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: y/n shows matt a song that explains the way he's been feeling

warnings: none just fluff

"matt, have you ever listened to mac demarco? " you ask as you lay on his bed. there's been a comfortable silence between the two of you as you search for new music and matt sits at his desk playing around with his computer settings.

somehow you had come across one of your old playlists that focused primarily on the album "2" by mac demarco.

while he was one of your favorite artists growing up, you never got the chance to listen to his newer music. matt looked at you for a second and held up a finger signaling that he'd answer you shortly, after he finished changing his desktop files around.

matt was trying to play it cool. he had been having these weird feelings towards you for the past couple days. he didn't know how they developed or what they meant. what he did know is that he didn't want to come off strong or seem overly interested in you even though his mind was screaming at him to say how he's been feeling.

truth be told, he didn't really know how he felt. he had only known you for a couple of months and you started coming around the house more because you were close with nick. though, as time went on you formed a bond with matt that was comfortable and safe. matt was always able to tell when he started liking a girl, but it was harder to find the words to explain how he felt about you.

matt felt the need to keep any relationship between you two strictly platonic. you were nick's friend first, and while he didn't think nick would care he didn't want to lose the trust that he had built with his brother. he vowed to himself that nothing romantic could happen between you two, but as days went on that thought flew further to the back of his head.

"mac demarco," matt asks, he looked at you again. "is he the one who sings salad days'"

"yeah and he has a lot of other good music, but i just found his newest album and there's one hundred and ninety nine songs on it"

you pressed shuffle on the album. it was intriguing that a majority of the songs just had numbers for titles,and no vocals to them, just melodys.

"this song is '20200821 cowboy shit' its different" you said as you both laughed listening to the lyrics.

"it's definitely something" matt replied still not taking his eyes off of you. he admired the way your eyes sparkled as you flicked through the songs. he noticed how your lips turned up in a twinge of a smile when you heard a lyric you liked. he loved moments with you like this. he could sit here with you forever.

"y/n" matt said as the next song started playing. he was nervous to ask the next question. he wanted to know if you could put a name to the emotions he was feeling. you had always been better with this kind of stuff. you knew how to communicate how you felt, and you were always an open book with him. "do you think it's possible for us to like each other as more than friends? i don't really know how to explain it but i've been having these thoughts recently and i cant tell if they're just plationic"

you stared at him in shock of what he was saying. you've had feelings for matt for a few weeks now, but you didn't want to make things weird by saying something.

the words to '20191009 i like her' played in the background as you two just looked at each other. you kept replaying matts question in your head to think of the best way to answer, while matt was focused intently on the lyrics to the song to try to distract himself from the tension that had begun to rise in his room.

i'd give the world to her

as long as my heart's still beating

as long as she's next to me

as long as this love still fleeting

because i like her

matt thought you looked beautiful even though it felt like he could see the wheels turning in your head as you tried to answer his question.

listening to the lyrics, he felt this thought clear, and he knew in this moment that he couldn't say his feeling were just friendly anymore. sensing this, you made your way over to him. he looked at you warily, almost expecting you to yell at him and tell him that that he was crazy.

there was another beat of silence. "i like you y/n, a lot. i would do anything for you. will you please give me a chance?"

without second thought, you cupped his face in your hands and kissed the boy that you had quickly come to like.

could it be make believe?

am i just walking through a dream?

haven't felt this way in

such a long time, i do believe

that i like her

an: i've never written anything like this before so please tell me if you liked it or if you think i should change something. i'm always open to receiving feedback. i really appreciate you guys being here and if i could give each of you a forehead kiss i would

[merakiui]

MERA!!!! I have no one else to ramble/rant about this to since I fear it's a pretty uncommon experience, but have you ever read a wonderful piece of work by someone who unfortunately ended up deactivating/leaving most socials? ;ª;

There's this one darker Tweels fic called "Aphotic" currently listed on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27124492/chapters/66236443 link for good measure)- which if im not sure if you've ever read, but oh. My. God. It's such a great fic that really hits the spot for darker content of the tweels. The characterization of Jade and Floyd are absolutely my favorite in this fic as they're just *incredibly* mean to the reader but in a tasteful way. Bonus points also go to how the author wrote the mc(reader) as well, everyone in this fic is just equally fucked up and reading through this story is just one incredible rocky ride..there are only two surviving chapters and one of the two is Floyd focused, but I don't wanna spoil the main plot of the fic for anyone that may be interested in reading just please take the warning that when I say the tweels are mean, they are MEAN..

unfortunately the fic is not only unfinished but as I mentioned earlier, in a devastating turn of events the author of the series completely deactivated D: they were also on tumblr once I think they went by twstedworks? But there's no longer any way to see any of their works on this platform anymore which is just so unfortunate,, I get an intense feeling of past-felt-fomo knowing I wasn't able to see any of their other stuff while they were an active writer knowing that they seemed to be active in 2020(?) Which was a time I wasn't really reading any written works for twst... but regardless of whatever reason they chose to leave the platform I do hope they're doing well now.

I'm sad that I'll never be able to see the jade centric part of Aphotic, or be able to see any of their previous dribbles or works since they've all been completely wiped. I have followed good yan/dark twst writers and blogs in the past that have deactivated or moved on for whatever personal reason in the past but it does really suck in this case not being able to at least, in the slightest , have been able to experience other stuff this author may have wrote which im sure was delightful orz...

Reminder to readers and consumers of fanfic on here to always show support and motivation to your favorite writers!! You never know when you'll never get the chance to read anything from them ever again :( and thank you esp Mera for being one of my favorite twst blogs of all time on here!! Your interpretations of the tweels have always been my favorite from any blog and the way you choose to write these characters in general never disappoints ✨️

If this does get answered, being as this is my first ever formal ask, may I be 🪆 anon? Or 🍮🥄 if that's taken ^_^

Hi hiii, 🍮🥄 anon!!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I know that experience... >_< it's happened to some of the stories/authors I followed. It's always so sad when writers deactivate/leave the platform or fandom/etc, but everyone has their reasons. I can only be grateful I was able to behold such enjoyable works!!! :D "Aphotic" sounds like such an interesting story!! I love mean tweels. <3 I'll have to check it out!

I think I've read some writings from twsted-works before they deactivated! It was so long ago (before I even had a tumblr account), but I remember adoring the way they wrote Octavinelle. I hope they're doing well wherever they are!!

And you're so right!!! It's always important to show support and love to artists, creators, writers, etc! Most, if not all, writers love to receive feedback on their work. Even something like a keyboard smash or a dozen heart emojis is very flattering to us because it shows us that you've enjoyed the work. Whether you show that enjoyment by commenting, liking, reblogging, or sending an ask on here, it's always lovely to spread appreciation for the hard work and time that goes into crafting wonderful stories!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Thank you so much for your sweet words!! I'm just happy to be able to write and share stories!! It's a huge honor you would consider me one of your favorite twst blogs. I'm beyond flattered!!!! ♥️✨

[xitsensunmoon]

I've been thinking about sharing this here for a very long time and now it reached a point when I'm so upset I just can't be silent anymore.

Almost immediately after creating this account, the first thing I did was to put "Ukrainian artist" in my bio.

Shortly after that, I got a few asks with death threats, disturbing and just horrible words about my nation and culture. I was called a nazi, a fascist, and just a pig. Hating me just for being a Ukrainian, just for my existence. Not just on Tumblr, but on other social platforms too. If I were to guess, those were sent by russians or people who support the war.

Dca community made me feel the safest I've ever felt in any other community, up until that point.

After that, I put "russians DNI" in my bio and closed anons. Whoever was sending hate was not brave enough to say the same terrible things to me on their main pages. It felt a little bit safer that way, even if some of you will say it's not the right thing to do. Honestly, at that point, I was really ready to just leave Tumblr for good.

I can't stop people who are making me uncomfortable and making me feel unsafe from coming to my page and ignoring my very clear boundary of just not interacting with me.

It's my page. It's my art. It's my home. I have the right to decide who I want to have here, who I want to interact with me and my art, my hours of work. If you're taking away that right from me, do you really think you're a good person and my boundary doesn't apply to you?

I do not attack russians. I do not spread hate and toxicity, even though I have a right to be as angry as I can. I do not mass report their accounts and don't send death threat asks. I just ask to be left alone.

My question is, if a person, a russian, sees my bio that asks to not interact with me, but decides against it, ignoring my boundaries gets banned for it. Am I really in the wrong?

The point of this - if you don't agree with my actions please leave. Don't start a fight, just please leave. Because I will continue to block every russian who I encounter on my page. I really, really don't want people who just don't even want and try to understand the situation and just completely ignore how fucking terrible this is even WITHOUT me starting on the war context.

[ravensvirginity]

Titans #15 Review

Oh my god. Where do I even begin.

To start with my one and only positive: the art is gorgeous. Lucas Meyer is the best artist the Titans have had in ages, and his new Raven design really delivered. I'm so sad that it appears that the artist who'll be taking over for him in #16 is undoing his design changes, I think it's a massive shame. I did appreciate the detail of Raven's white cloak design having rings on her index fingers, but it feels a little pointless without the lore of Azar's rings to back it up.

Now, the negatives: literally everything else about this comic. This comic fails to deliver on an eight issue arc in any kind of satisfying way, has a bizarre and out of character tone, and severely misunderstands the lore of its main villain. They literally defeated Trigon with the power of friendship. Maybe that could work in Teen Titans Go, but in a main timeline DC comic? What?

First, the demon Raven stuff. Gar saying that demon Raven and regular Raven aren't two different people--yeah, obviously. The severe degree of separation between demon Raven and regular Raven has been one of the big issues of this arc, and this conclusion is as unsatisfying as the rest of it. Raven and her demon side being able to talk face to face isn't new, but them being two separate people with separate physical bodies who can operate completely independently of each other--while there is some precident for this, to me it's a very strange writing choice and misses the point of a demon Raven arc.

The original idea of Raven and her demon side was that her demon side is her. It's all the worst instincts she inherited from Trigon locked up and carefully controlled. When Trigon takes control of her and turns her into her demon form, everything she's repressed, both good and bad, is released. Raven still having a soft spot for the Titans in her demon form makes sense; she's still Raven, just corrupted by Trigon into something she isn't. Raven deciding to stop being evil (not that she even really was) and going back to normal from one brief conversation with her teammate does not, and is really anticlimactic.

It's just such a waste of the story's potential. If you don't want to commit to Raven being the villain of the story, don't do a demon Raven arc! It's possible to do a Trigon story without Raven being evil, I don't get why they didn't just do that. None of the drama with Raven being evil was particularly well executed, and all it seemed to do was drag the comic on longer and longer with nothing actually happening, because they were unwilling to make Raven actually do anything villanous.

All that pales in comparison to how they defeated Trigon. I don't think I've ever seen such blatant disregard for previous canon. As Raven, powered up by the other Titans, fights Trigon, Gar narrates as follows:

"I doubt Trigon has ever been in a fight. An actual fight. With someone his own size and power level. Never had to face someone like Nightwing one-on-one. Never tried to stand while being pinned by the power of Donna Troy's will. Never been blasted... with a giant-sized Apokoliptian blast from Cyborg. And never, ever... felt the full force of a Tamaranean hit powered by the stars."

WHAT?

This comic canonically takes place in the same timeline as the New Teen Titans. There are many homages to the New Teen Titans. It has been made very clear that the team started as the New Teen Titans, and then after many, many years of crazy comic book history the team reformed as the Titans of this run.

The first ever Trigon arc that introduces him and Raven as characters takes place in the first six issues of the New Teen Titans, and culminates in Trigon being defeated by the Titans and thrown into an interdimensional prison. I can't stress this enough: literally every single one of the things Gar said have never happened to Trigon happen in that fight. Donna uses her lasso to dampen Trigon's will, in combination with Raven and Arella's empathic abilities. Wally rips a hole through the fabric of reality to throw Trigon into, and Kory and Vic connect their powers to amplify their blasts to throw Trigon into the interdimensional rift. The whole thing is coordinated and managed by Dick Grayson (who was still Robin at the time).

Gar was there when all this happened. There is no reason for him to not know that this happened. The only explanation is Tom Taylor doesn't know, or he doesn't care. This would be disappointing for any comic book run, but it leaves an especially sour taste in my mouth for this to happen in a run that's so built on NTT homages. It's clear that the writing could not care less about the comic it was inspired by.

And then Garth causes Trigon to have a heart attack. Okay, that was just stupid. Admittedly, I did think the page of Raven stabbing Trigon was cool (again, the art is really the only saving grace here), but her saying "Fuck you, Dad"? Seriously? An ongoing problem in this run has been the dialog feeling janky and too much like lines from a generic superhero movie, and this line embodies that very well. I'm not opposed to swearing in comic books, but to me, this is not the right time for it. It doesn't fit the moment, and I think it's quite out of character for Raven, even if the sentiment behind it isn't.

And then Trigon isn't even dead? What does "Demons don't die. They just fade away." even mean?? Is he dead or not? Will he come back tomorrow or in a thousand years? It's such a strange, confusing letdown of an ending.

I didn't have high hopes for this issue, but it was somehow worse than I could ever have imagined. I'm so glad that this run is getting a new writer. Here's hoping that the coming issues will actually feel like a team book, and that the decades of lore and characterization of these beloved characters will actually be considered during writing.

[ineffabildaddy]

i know this may be obvious to a lot of people, but i thought it was worth saying anyway: i love the good omens fandom because it encourages contribution more than any other popular fandom i've been in.

i'm incapable of being a casual fan of anything. it's just not in my nature. i've been in fandom spaces just over a decade - fandoms related to musicians, books, films and tv shows - and yet i've never been in a fandom that captures, creates, analyses, jokes, and just talks more than this one.

in most of the fandoms i've been in, there's a lot of passive consumption of fan content, which is obviously great and we all do it, but in the good omens fandom, that doesn't seem to make up the majority of our behaviour. in fact, when i got back on tumblr for the first time in 7 years after watching season 2, i had a look around at what the fandom was doing for a day or two and my first thought was: oh god, what if i've got nothing to say? what if i've got nothing to add that hasn't already been added? i immediately felt that i wouldn't truly be part of things if i didn't get stuck in.

if i'm fixated on something or particularly enjoying it at one time, i might wake up in the morning or pick up my phone/laptop thinking, i want to see more, hear more, learn more about this thing. that's still the case with good omens, but with the addition of, how can i contribute today? how can i bring something to the fandom, how can i connect with it, how can i consistently encourage and support the people in it? and that's all because of how artistic, analytical, poetic, humorous but above all enthusiastic all of you are.

the truth is, i'm not at all a confident person. i've got a film degree, i've done stand-up comedy and i've written comedy sketches, i was a popular fanfiction writer for years (hi supernatural fans), and i've shared poetry, too. so, i have got experience in things that could make my contributions to fandom spaces worthwhile (not that you need any particular achievements under your belt). yet usually, the fact that people are doing things that i'm doing infinitely better than me puts me off the idea of doing them at all. so, oftentimes i don't do them, or if i do i put them down immediately and keep them private.

i'm still very much experiencing that feeling since becoming active in the good omens fandom, precisely because there's so much talent and dedication here, but i'm trying to ignore it because it feels like everyone who wants to say something is genuinely valued - especially since people who think differently about aspects of the book and show aren't actually fighting with each other or obsessed with proving they're right, which is quite rare in my experiences of fandoms.

it's been really really refreshing to become an active part of this fandom and i do hope it remains that way as more time elapses since season 2 was released. i have a feeling it will because we've all chosen one of the most wonderful stories of our time to engage with, and the fans' love for it was and is taken more seriously by terry, neil, david and michael than we ever could've hoped for.<3

[radfem-polls]

Using my friends account for this lol I'm still not brave enough to make a Tumblr. Just want to see if anyone else ever felt this way because I feel so alone sometimes. I'm lesbian, mid-twenties, and I never felt connected to cultural things that other lesbians talk about -- the butch/femme/futch thing, lesbian fashion, lesbian artists, references to pop culture (I do love a lot of lesbian musicians and artists though). I know that that's not at all the basis of lesbian culture. I've read so many lesbians essays and poetry on lesbIan history and feminism. I feel connected to those, it's the social thing that gets me. Maybe it's because I'm autistic and awkward to boot, I just feel insecure about myself. Like I'm not enough? Which I know is stupid and I don't feel that way any more, I just wish I "got it" like other lesbians do. So if it's alright I'd like to see if other lesbians have gone through the same thing, or if it's even as big of a deal as I'm making it out to be? Thanks so much

I don't think you're crazy. As it stands right now, mainstream "lesbian culture" is driven by consumerism and people taking the label when they want to dress up and then throw it away like used paper when they move on to something else. It can be really isolating (for me at least) to meet someone calling themselves a lesbian who either isn't one at all, or makes their lesbian identity all about flags and girl in red or other stereotypical things.

Remember, you ARE a lesbian. YOU define what lesbian culture is simply by existing as you are. It does not define you, since being a lesbian is not existing as a collection of stereotypes. It simply means being a female homosexual.

It does get isolating, not going to lie. But I would never want anything else for myself. I can live my life to my fullest without having to worry about whether I meet someone else's arbitrary standards for being gay enough.

-🐌

[thedustyleaves]

Do you have any tip (or like a book rec) for composition and/or perspective? I'd like to improve that skills but I dont even know where to start ��

Oh boy, I'm not sure if the way I do it is the best way 🥲. I avoid studying art like the plague in the traditional sense. I don't look up tutorials, read art books, or use grids for perspectives because I straight up don't understand them. That way of working, where you break down the steps in such a methodical way, doesn't work for me. The few times I've tried to use a grid, it ended up looking so wrong to me, and I couldn't make it work, hah! Whenever I've tried to take a 'study' approach to my art, it has stunted my progress and taken the joy out of it.

I wing it a lot. Sometimes I take photos of various items like cups and books and use them as perspective lines because I like a very tactile and hands-on approach to feeling out the composition in real life. The same goes for reference photos for anatomy —I try to understand it in a physical way by moving around myself and sometimes filming or taking photos of myself, but most of the time, I just wing it!

For this piece, I just closed my eyes and prayed. One of the easiest ways for me to build up a composition, is by stacking things and avoiding the floor (it's basically cheating, hah). It makes it look like you know what you're doing when really, you don't. I stacked the front of the boat in front of the mast, which is in front of the tentacle, and so on. Then I just gradually made things smaller as they moved further away until it felt right, rather than being accurate. And if you tilt the composition a bit (this one tilts a bit to the left) and make the characters overlap, then BAM, it looks like it's all intentional.

For this one, I took a picture of the bottom corner of my shelf with a wide-angle, to get the floor right because my brain couldn't comprehend it 🤔

I do study art somewhat by actively observing and breaking down pieces I love that are made by other artists. For example, when I started drawing my comic, I read all of One Piece and Fullmetal Alchemist and took my time to understand their panelling and the tricks they used. I'd stop and look at a page, really taking my time to understand how they were telling the story. I was surprised to find that sometimes they barely drew anything at all for several panels, yet I was never in doubt about who was talking and where they were.

I think, by looking at my art, you can tell that I grew up with Oda's illustrations. I still love how vibrant and well-composed they are, especially how he plays with perspective until it feels right and looks amazing, even if it doesn’t always make anatomical or logical sense. That's the vibe I'm going for as well—just mashing things around until I feel good about it.

One thing that really helped me was letting go of the idea that it has to be perfect or always make sense. For example, this Halloween piece is one of my personal favorites, but if you look at Dakon's foot for too long, you can tell that it's way too small and doesn't match the perspective at all. However, I was satisfied with the overall feeling of the piece, so I just left it.

The only time I've ever "studied" anything art-related was when I went to film school for animation and learned how to animate in 3D, and let me tell you, what a fucking scam. You can learn all of that, and more, just by watching YouTube videos (which I did, lol).

I feel like that wasn't very helpful at all 😭 Is there a particular piece you're curious about, maybe? I'm always ready to break down my pieces and explain how I go about composing them!

[catnippackets]

My sister in law and I once had a very deep chat where she told me she's a bit jealous of how I'm "capable" of obsessing over interests; I got the feeling that to her it seemed like a specific type of joy she would never really know. In turn, I told her that even though I sometimes wish it had an off switch, I rlly can't imagine a version of myself thay doesn't get joyfully hyperfixated on things, since it's so intrinsic to my personality/neuro-chemistry.

Anyways, I totally relate to that feeling of detached embarrassment, but it was eye-opening to talk abt it with her and see that A) some people really admire the capacity for such "passion" and B) some people genuinely just can't have that experience, which seems both unthinkable and obvious lol

I genuinely can't imagine a life like that for myself either. I've gone through periods of time before where I wasn't hyperfixated on something and genuinely I felt like...deeply empty the entire time. As soon as something new entered my life to fixate on I felt like myself again. I definitely have interests and hobbies that I enjoy in a very normal non-obsessive way but it feels so different and they don't feel like...sustainable. like I'm just living off of bread and milk. idk how else to phrase that. because the things I always hyperfixate on are tv shows and fictional characters I kind of just assumed it came with the territory of being an artist, cuz as a creator it's like...this is what I'm meant to do with my life, right? I know I'm supposed to be telling stories and creating characters and exploring concepts through fiction so it makes perfect sense that I'm depressed without any source of inspiration or rejuvenation. Cuz it's inspiring as hell to be hyperfixated on something!! it gives me endless energy and inspiration to create and that makes me feel amazing.

most of my friends are ND too but I know some of them aren't the same as me in this regard and they've even expressed similar jealousy that they're not someone who obsesses over things. it's both understandable and so weird to me cuz obviously you can't pick and choose what your brain is gonna latch on to but like...you haven't even had ONE time in your life where you spent years only thinking about one thing? not even once? that's unfathomable to me, that's like my entire life.

and while I definitely do not enjoy the embarrassment of having feelings and how upsetting it can be to constantly be distracted from real life tasks that take priority and also feeling self conscious and wondering if I even have a personality sometimes beyond my fave video games/shows/movies, I'm really glad that I'm someone who can experience it cuz it really does feel like I'm just sitting around and waiting if I don't have a story to think about all the time. sometimes I hear people talk about how stressful and sad it is that they feel so deeply and I'm like yeah I mean sometimes but like...what about the joy. what about all the love. there's nothing sad about it! embarrassing sometimes yeah but that's worth it if it means I get to be so deeply happy and excited! I'll complain from time to time but never in a THOUSAND years would I ever want to change this about myself. I will take all the embarrassing annoying feelings if it means I get to experience pure wild autistic joy haha

[hyenafu]

Have you ever thought of crossovers between Slightly Damned and Junk Hyenas Diner? Both casts meeting, even as what-ifs or jokes. Lucky and Kieri have similar struggles with their mothers and the expectations put on them by their families, so they'd likely have a lot to talk about. And then there's the two fuzzy chill guys who love food, and the short beings of nebulous origins that came back to life.

It's funny you worded your question that way! One of the reasons I stopped working on The Junk Hyenas Diner is because I felt my long-term plans for it were too similar to Slightly Damned. I made The Junk Hyenas Diner as my thesis project when I got my graduate degree from the Center for Cartoon Studies. I wanted to completely change up the way I did comics and do something new. I was afraid of having Slightly Damned being my only major project, and I didn't want to be stuck in a rut forever. And it worked out great! I loved working on JHD. With a different setting, I got to make different jokes. Working in black and white helped change the way I approach my art, as well. I think I learned a lot from the experience. I made a bunch of short stories and gained new confidence in my ability to adapt and make new things. I fully intended to continue The Junk Hyenas Diner as my second webcomic in tandem with Slightly Damned after I graduated. But... I ended up putting it off more and more. I got busy with going to conventions more way more often, and expanding the breadth of my merchandise. I also got more involved with my Patreon. I needed to do these things in order to secure my income so I could keep living off of my art. I also felt like my heart wasn't really into making a science fiction (well, more like science fantasy) story. I felt intimidated by other artists who could ground their work in a lot more concrete facts about space travel, technology, and biology. I just wanted to make dumb jokes about food. Now I know that just wanting to make dumb jokes about food is valid, but that was honestly part of why I lost my motivation. I've decided to completely drop JHD for the time being. I'll always keep the website archive up because I still think it's a fun read, and I loved the experience of making it. I also don't consider that door closed forever. If I feel compelled to return for whatever reason, I will! I have thought that JHD would be suitable project for a self-contained graphic novel. I could also just lean into telling jokes whenever they come to me. But I don't really have the time or motivation for it right now, so it's not a priority. I think artists should be allowed to drop projects if they're not really feeling them anymore. It happens. Since the last time I made any new Junk Hyenas comics, I went through some rough emotional events that led me to seeing a therapist. That helped me a lot! After that, I ended up leaning more into making mushy stuff (cutesy and romantic) and spicy stuff (kink art for adults) for Slightly Damned in my free time. That's just what's the most fun for me right now. Because it's fun and rewarding, I keep making more and more. Even if there are folks who don't get it (which is fine), being motivated to draw makes me practice drawing, and practice makes all my art better, so everyone who likes my art still wins in the end!

Motivation is a fickle beast. Life changes. I always have way more ideas than the time and energy to actually make them, and I hope that's a problem I keep for my entire life. I can't possibly do everything all at once. Having Slightly Damned be my life's work is still scary thought. Other artists are able to finish their webcomics and graphic novels and move on, so I end up thinking that the grass may be greener on the other side. I don't know when or even if I'll be able to finish Slightly Damned in order to free up more time to work on other projects. But at the same time, right now, I don't really feel like I need to. I am enjoying what I make, and I'm always pushing myself to make each weekly update better. I love my characters so much that I enjoy following my whims and making spinoff projects with them. I think as long as I continue to find this fulfilling (and there are still people willing to support me), there's no need to force myself to do projects that I'm not feeling especially motivated to do. I know this big wall of text isn't what you asked for, but I wanted to explain why I don't draw Junk Hyenas stuff anymore. Anyway, here's a Thanksgiving picture I did of the Slightly Damned and Junk Hyenas casts in 2016:

[etheries1015]

As long as you don't mind, maybe Theo, Arthur, Charles and Shakespeare comforting a fem! S/O going through a emotional flashback?(where you feel the old emotions, but it doesn't feel like you're there there; I know for me I get really dissociated during/after and stim nonstop while blasting music to help ground). Only if you're up for it of course and it's something you'd feel comfy writing ❤️ Thank you so much lovely!

Oh my gosh slay my first ikevamp request thank you this is such a good idea!! I hope you don't mind I implemented a scenario I feel would be a relatable emotional experience: somebody brings up your family, friends, or past loved ones, and you can't help but think back at your life before and begin to spiral and question your choices.

Ikemen Vampire x reader - How they comfort you

Featuring: Theo, Arthur, Shakespeare, Charles

TW: Descriptions of disassociation and (very mild) panic attacks.

General warnings: Fem pronouns, not too in-depth but I hope it's still okay!

Theo:

Theo I would say is not particularly the best at comforting, and does it in more of a round about way. However he can't help but need to do something....you're far too distracted while on the job. He had you come along with a few business deals with artists and nobles, and one specific thing a noble had said to you made you begin to think.

"Ah! Theo, and the lovely lady (y/n)! I've heard you have been established as a couple now, correct? Great for you! I'm sure your family must be happy you're with someone as stand up as good old theodorus here, huh?" One of the artists you had the pleasure of meeting blurted out. He hadnt meant anything by it and you knew this, however this was the start of you spiraling. The remaining amount of time you spent out and about with theo involved your eyes wandering to the ground, barely blinking while he led you by holding your hand. Your strides were slow and sluggish, and you had barely spoken a word ever since that incident. Finally you returned back to the mansion after he had finally called it a day, theo practically dragging you to his bedroom.

"What's going on with you hondje?" His eyebrows furrowed, "you've been weird ever since-" he stopped short of his sentence when he noticed tears filling your eyes which were colorless, your body slumping on the bed while you tried to distract yourself from the tears by picking at your nails. You simply shook your head, the words unable to form into coherent sentences thus silence was the best option for you. Theo didnt hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you and immediately begin to rub circles on your back, not pushing you any further to share what was going on.

He was content in the silence with you, he was a patient enough man to allow you to return to yourself in your own terms. Although he was gruff and often seen as outwardly brash and rough, however he knows when to hold back his often difficult attitude. Thus the next hour was him simply holding you in his arms, your light sobs soon evening out as you drifted into a slumber within his strong grasp. After laying you gently upon the bed, Theo made sure to take the following day off, for he knew he must dedicate that time to you.

Arthur:

You had began to make preparations for your wedding with Arthur, one of those things of course being a wedding dress. There were so many to choose from, and on top of being stressed about the whole ordeal and your anxiety creeping in, one of the tailors who were measuring you had nonchalantly said, "Oh dear, your parents must be ecstatic! Now tell me, where are they now? Shouldn't your mother at least be here for you while finding a dress for her precious daughters wedding?" You hesitated before gently responding to her that your mother lived abroad and you communicated by letter, and the woman quickly dropped the topic with a quick apology. The room suddenly felt thick and heavy, your chest tightened as you forced the tears that brimmed your eyes back. It wasn't until you stepped into the mansion after your dress endeavors, quickly rushing past any of the residents without so much as a "Hello." Its not as if you really noticed anyone anyways, your peripheral vision blurred and you felt numb. Any voices you heard drowened out, your mind wandering elsewhere. You wanted to be alone, you wanted to burry your face into your knees and try to cry, to forget the world exists, and fade away. you didnt feel real right now, you didnt feel like...you.

"Love!" You heard a familiar voice break you out or your trance, and panic began to set in.

Oh no.

You began to walk faster, 'don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry,' you kept telling yourself, 'If I see him, I will definitely cry.' And just as you had suspected, Arthur quickly caught up to you and grabbed your arm gently, a look of concern in his deep blue eyes. Your walls had cracked and the floodgates poured. He immediately pulled you into a tight embrace, swaying with you in his arms from side to side as you sobbed into his chest. Before long he was pulling you into his bedroom, instructing you to lay on his bed. He covered you gently with blankets and had gotten you water (and himself some coffee, of course.) He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but knows better than to force you to talk. So, instead, he will lie down next to you caressing your hair. Your breathing began to even out, the repeated feeling of his gentle touch had calmed you down. You then spend the next few hours talking out your issues while Arthur peppered your face and jawline with kisses and continued to give you as much support as he possibly could.

Shakespeare:

"Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet!"

The familiar line rang in your ears as the play went on, yet another rendition of your boyfriends ever so popular "Romeo and Juliet." However, this time, the words drowned out and you found yourself staring blankly at the stage. You could see blurred lines moving around in act, and words that were being called out as the play continued forward. Yet you were not listening to any of it. Memories of the past had bubbled up into your mind instead, memories of reading Romeo and Juliet for the first time, perhaps studying Shakespeare with your classmates in school, plays that would take place in your world, and faces of people you were once familar with playing those roles. You began to feel numb, devoid of emotions, living in the past without noticing Shakespeare had lay his hand upon your own in obvious concern.

"(Y/n)," he whispered into your ear, "what ails you, my love? Be not afraid to confide in me, let free that in which plagues thy mind," he coaxed. You let out a trembling sigh and simply shook your head in an indication that you had no intention to explain it right now, it wasn't the time or place, nor were you in the right headspace. He let out a slight sigh and rubbed his thumb loving over your knuckles whilst resuming his gaze on the stage, your mind wandering off once again in those memories now turned sour.

Once you had returned home to the villa, Shakespeare attempting to speak to you in the carriage left him feeling uneasy. You seemed far off, looking out of the window while responding in small one-word increments that left him mildly frustrated. Finally unable to contain the annoyance of being brushed off and failing to get you to speak to him, he had decided to grab your wrists and pin you to the bed, his eyes staring into your own with a hint of annoyance along with the overwhelming concern in his furrowed brows. he was about to demand you tell him what was possibly going on, however sudden movement caused you to finally break down, the tears that had been building up poured over and you began to sob. Any sign of annoyance was quickly replaced by pure panic and love, he removed his hands from your wrists immediately and pressed you into his chest. While smoothing your hair down he spoke poems into your ears, trying his best to distract you from whatever was bothering you. An hour went by and he had recited many of the lines from his plays, not even noticing you had ended up falling asleep within his arms... When you awoke you would find yourself comfortably tucked into bed, a cup of tea and little desserts awaiting you with your lover sitting and reading over a script. He wasn't particularly a patient one...however for you, he was willing to do anything to make it all better.

Charles:

You weren't into it this time, the kisses he places along your jawline and hands lovingly caressing your sides didn't leave you shivering in pleasure per usual. You were staring up at the ceiling, eyes void and staring out into space, laying still while your boyfriend halted his sensual advances. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern and lifted his head to reach your gaze as he hovered over you.

"(Y/n)?" Charles asked with a tremble in his voice, "are you...okay? Am I not doing a good job? I'm sorry I-" you interrupted him with a sigh and a shaking hand pressing up against his chest, pushing him gently enough for him to understand to remove himself from on top of you. You sat up with your shoulders slumped over and your hair obscuring your peripheral vision and staring down at your hands.

"I just..." You choked out, "just...remembering some stuff," you said, "don't wanna talk about it..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet the lack of animation in your movements and tone had strongly caused Charles to worry. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before removing himself from the bed, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it up.

"Well...then you just rest for now, and I will be back with some food! Food always makes things better," He said with attempted enthusiasm. You had not replied. With a sad smile, Charles kissed your forehead once more before leaving you to your own devices, understanding that you may need some space in order to collect your thoughts and feelings. When he had returned, you had covered yourself with blankets. He tried to resist the urge to set down anything and everything and bombard you with a tight squeeze, instead, he gently lay the food upon the tablet in the room, taking a seat next to you as your light sobs were not gone unnoticed by his ears. Charles removed the blanket from the top of your head, cooing in your ear, "I have food here for you, and tea made fresh by yours truly...would you try it, please?" He asked, puppy eyes to try and lure you out. You simply shook your head. With a defeated sigh Charles resorted to humming a tune and drawing circles on your back, he felt your trembling begin to come to a halt and your breathing evening out.

He knew when you were ready and able to confide in him, he was going to smother you with as much of his love as he possibly could. Perhaps together you could learn to forget both of your worries of the past for a little while...

Bonus: Imagine Mozart just playing piano for you. you're crying softly but he doesn't mind, he just continues to play until it eventually lulls you into a gentle sleep. He isn't good at comforting, but his music can convey how he feels about you.

[strwberri-milk]

Hi again!!♡♡

I wanna request for rafayel and kaveh,(if possible) cause I've been listening to writing on the wall on repeat rn. And thought, what if they had an s/o that's an artist; they sold a piece of art for a high price, but slowly felt like it wasn't enough, as the painting for them felt priceless. Because they put so much effort, experience, and emotion into that single painting for an entire year, the amount of their energy put into that painting didn't compare to how much they've sold it for. They're trying to recreate it over and over again but just can't Because it's a painting they can only do once, as again, the emotions and experiences of each paintings were different.

I just thought, as they're also artists, I wonder how they'd react to it- or maybe I have been just listening too much on writing on the wall😭

But yea! Much love and drink lots of water♡♡♡

Rafayel sees how much you're struggling to recreate the piece. He's spent a lot of time just sitting with you too as you work, trying to understand what the best way to talk to you would be.

He can understand your struggle to an extent - his relationship with his pieces isn't always as intimate as some other artists' are, or how people think he should. He's not apathetic, it's more that he's happy to have created it and doesn't really mind it being sold off - especially when that money is used to spoil you.

When you get more upset about failing to recreate the piece he'll pull you onto his lap and tell you that it's alright. You don't need to recreate it to do something great - he's already seen how amazing you are and your life isn't based on just one creation.

He'll tell you to take a break for a while, knowing that forcing yourself into working on something new wouldn't help. However, to make sure you don't end up in a total pit of despair he'll subtly ask you to help with his paintings, sure to credit your work with every time they're shown off.

Slowly you'll regain confidence in your skills again, proud to see the work you can do alongside Rafayel's own confident brushstrokes. You start to progress on your own projects, finding yourself finally able to create for yourself. Rafayel will consult with you on future projects before you sell something though. Seeing how distraught you were upset him so he's going to help you choose wisely whether or not you want to sell a piece in the future.

One evening you return from a late night event. Rafayel elected to stay home for the day and you sigh to yourself as you take your shoes off before heading off to bed. You drop your shoes in shock when you see the painting you created hung up on display in the main part of Rafayel's living room, a shit eating grin on his face as you jump into his arms and thank him for bringing your baby back to you. It doesn't undo any of your progress thankfully - Rafayel just decided he wanted the painting too.

Kaveh totally understands. His works are much different than yours since he doesn't ever really keep them but he does understand the devotion you feel.

He'll mourn with you, recounting the countless hours you've spent working on it as you cry in his arms, berating yourself for selling the painting for less than the worth you strongly believed it deserved.

He'll take you for a walk and you don't really understand why he's doing it until he starts pointing out buildings he's designed and tells you the difficulties he endured to see them completed. He tells you how proud he is when he sees people admiring his work, or how happy he is to be commissioned because he knows people are seeking him out specifically.

He relates the selling of your art piece to how he can't ever really keep his works to himself. Everything he makes is for others but he still finds himself missing them so he finds little ways to keep them in mind. Typically that means keeping his blueprints or taking photos of the completed project. He tells you you've got some of those things with the thumbnails in your sketchbook or the progress photos you took.

He helps you feel better after beating yourself up for so long and you thank him with a big hug, agreeing to join him on his walks should he feel like visiting his projects on another occasion.

[romanticatheartt]

A little birdie told me you love Feysand! We want to spread some love for our favorite couple ~

What first made you start shipping Feysand?

What about Feysand really draws you in/what do you love the most about them?

What is your favorite Feysand fanart, fanfic, edit, etc? Do you have a favorite creator? (Feel free to link more than one!)

What is your favorite Feysand theory and/or headcanon?

Is there something else that our questions did not cover that you’d like to share?

Aww the birdie was right jfdngbnnbcv. This is such good way to spread positivity and love and I appreciate it<3

What first made you start shipping Feysand?

I've said this many times atp lmao but I hopped on Feysand ship the moment they met. And the moment I started to get in my feelings for them was after the dinner scene in acomaf where Feyre told Rhys that it is a shame that the world don't know the real him. And the scene after Summer Court incident where Feyre is trying to make him feel better, it was such a beautiful change of their dynamic and I knew they're going to be the best fictional couple I've ever read.

What about Feysand really draws you in/what do you love the most about them?

The fact that they would destroy the world to only be with each other. At the end of acowar if Feyre knew Rhys was dying she wouldn't have fixed the Cauldron, she would've let the world fall apart if it meant they would face it together. And Rhys at the end of acosf would've destroyed the world which was unfair to her even if he had only a few seconds or minutes left before joining Feyre because he wouldn't let that world exist, it felt like some sort of vengeance for her...

What is your favorite Feysand fanart, fanfic, edit, etc? Do you have a favorite creator? (Feel free to link more than one!)

This is a hard one help I can't only choose one!!

gessueter

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Honestly all of gessueter art pieces specially her Feysand fanarts are my favorite. She's so talented and I'm in love with her style<33

2. bexo.hara

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@inverted-typo has recently joined acotar fandom and their fanarts are one of the most detailed and beautiful arts I've seen<33

3. lulybot

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This one from lulybot will ALWAYS be my favorite fanart of them. They've also drawn Nessian and Gwynriel too check their page out ;)

4. mysleepyblue

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This was my wallpaper for a long time...

5. ruisfree

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ruisfree also drawn the best fanart of my absolute favorite scenes hehe

And so many more artist which I can name but one post wouldn't be enough... and as for fanfics I want to mention @littedidyouknow she writes one of the most heartbreaking and heartwarming Feysand fanfics ever<33

What is your favorite Feysand theory and/or headcanon?

I don't have any theory... I just want sjm to leave them alone BECAUSE THEY'VE HAD ENOUGH!!! Please... Feysand and Nyx have conquered death and came out alive, I think it's time for them to be happy😭

And as for headcanon: I always have this idea that whenever Nyx cries in the middle of the night, Rhys can't help himself and brings him to their bed. Feyre, doesn't like this because their son needs to learn sleeping without them and she has discuss this with Rhys multiple times. But whenever he brings him to their room and Feyre look at his tiny teary face being calm in his father arm, playing with his fathers night power while he forms little stars for him, she can't bring herself to argue him💞

Is there something else that our questions did not cover that you’d like to share?

Nothing else... just that I really really love them and I haven't read any other book couple as beautiful as them🥺💕