#i hope you're satisfied with this answer nonnie

[orviposition]

hello!!I’ve seen a few different takes on this and I would like to know your thoughts because I’m struggling to make sense of the side stories.

Do you consider LHH to be his own person, or a variant of KDJ? Also, do you see 4149 or 186549 as JD variants, or as YJH with an individual who isn’t KDJ in any way?

I’ve seen people bash 1865 YJH & HSY in the side stories, accusing them of forcing LHH to become KDJ, which prompted my question. 🥲

dear lord, just about anyone talks about the side story these days, without even knowing what goes on. not once have yjh and hsy "forced lhh to become kdj" although they address him by that name. (however, both of them know lhh's name)

in regards to how i see lhh, honestly it's a bit of both? what lhh is, is quite complicated because you can make the claim "oh well 49 has already reincarnated into lhh, lhh is a different person now" and it's true to some degree but imo to completely divorce lhh's character from his kdj identity would be to erase more than half of his struggles. lhh himself doesn't know what he was without kdj. although he had a happy family/life when his teacher asked him for his story (in middle school? high school? i forgot) he counted kdj's life word for word. even before he met yjh and became an orv author and before transmigration, lhh's subconscious knew about his past life.

when asked who and what are you the answers we get are "i'm a writer" (lhh) "you're the only kim dokja who can write." (dkos) "he's another version of me" (od in the 999th timeline, as well as sp)

so yeah, both claims are right to me. koreans do treat him as kdj though so sometimes im wondering if maybe im losing something in translation, or kr fans are just being delulu (lighthearted).

i guess the safest you can say is "he is his own person the same way od is his own person" both of them are A kdj but not The Kdj

(there's also the fact that lhh is being set up to literally be the host/shell which will restore kdj to 100% or else he'll die from the "Heir to the eternal name" fable that he possesses but anw)

and yes, i 100% do see joonghak/4149 and 186549 as jd variants. similarly for plotja, 999kdj, 1863kdj, 051, spod, 1863kdj, 4049 (this is joonghak with 40th turn yjh) so on and so forth

[rottenraccoons]

Hello Hello! Im here to ask a wee technical question bcs i love the game so much and it got me thinking. After playing most VNs i can see there's two types generally, those having linear plot disregarding LIs and choices (only minor changes) and those that has completely different plot lines for different LIs and/or choices.

I kinda see Obsucra doing the latter (And its really interesting, I love it!), but i want to ask how are you guys able to maintain a parallel storyline with roughly same weight and depth in each route? Its a really interesting writing technique that I would love to get insights on!

love you guys and your work so much! hope you have plenty of treats, rests, and fun!!

Oh, this is a fun question!

I think the simple answer is that Vesper's quest is the same regardless of route: they want lunar ichor to deal with their fractum anima. No matter what's happening on each route, Vesper has the same goal and stakes, which I think keeps the routes feeling relatively balanced. Doesn't matter if you're wooing sweet bean Francesco or re-enacting the "I'm in danger" meme with Cirrus, Vesper's ultimate goal the stakes of that remain the same.

Something else that might be helping that is that we don't have a "true" route or a required route order. Both of those traits can be used to great effect in games! The sensation of peeling back layers of a narrative is super satisfying, and route orders can be really helpful for diving into a complicated narrative or setting. But you are necessarily putting some routes farther from the "truth", which can make them feel a bit shallow in comparison to the ones "deeper" in.

And thank you for the lovely compliment, nonny! Hopefully we're still hitting the mark for you in Chapter Two ❤️

[shaisuki]

Okay. I have read all your writings and I need to to ask does geto love their darling or he just thinks of them as someone obedient he can use for himself? He really confuses me. Like sometimes he says that he almost worships her and other times he compares them to a trained pet?

it's complicated, nonnie.

since yanderes are complicated and so are their feelings. suguru sees reader as someone he owns and is possessive. he loves them, worship them. yes, spoiled in all levels but there are boundaries from how geto treats them. so the training comes in. you aren't that submissive and had to break rules and geto doesn't like you acting like a brat so he takes it in his own hands until you're the definition of perfect in his eyes.

control is what drives him to be like that. exerting dominance and possessiveness so that you wouldn't think of leaving him and follow what he wants. don't worry though, he cherishes reader and would go lengths for it.

hope you were satisfied with this answer.

[theredconversegirl]

Hii! I hope you're doing okay. I love your blog so much! Recently I found two good fics that deserve more recognition:

,,Red Tears" by dxkk1104

,,Close Encounters of the Neighbourly Kind" by ArfisraR

♥

Hii nonny,

Thank you so much! 💕

I loved reading your message, especially when I noticed it included recs too. ❤️ I’m doing okay, thanks! And I hope you’re doing well too. 😊

Let’s check these recs:

Red Tears by dxkk1104 Sakura felt a burning gaze on her, as if she was about to perform somewhere. Although, she could already be considered as an actress, playing from a script written by people who only required her to play the role of a wife and not show too much on stage. The whole setting and atmosphere resembled a theater, where the main attraction was two young people forced into marriage. How will they cope? What will come out of it? Is true love destined for them? The audience must wait until the end of the show to find out the answers. [Rated M, on going]

This is a non-massacre arranged marriage fic and this summary pulled at my heartstrings. I can anticipate the angst and pain and the satisfying comfort already haha. 😍

Close Encounters of the Neighbourly Kind by ArfisraR “Well, Pig. Tall, dark, and handsome is a given, obviously. I want him to be really tall, with jet black hair and dark eyes I can drown in. He has to be muscular, someone who works out regularly, and who is strong and tall enough to throw my five-foot-five frame over his back like I’m a rag doll.” “I really hope that you find your ideal man, Forehead, even if he sounds unreal and completely imaginary. In fact, I wish that he finds you and sweeps you off your feet, and he makes you so, so happy that you forget about everyone that came before him.” [Modern AU - Strangers to Lovers] [Rated M, on going]

Wow, check that summary and tags! I love a good Modern AU and it sounds like this one is a delight! 🥰 ~ Happy reading guys! 🍅🌸

Thank you again for the message and recs! I really appreciate them. 🤍 Hope you have a great weekend,

xoxo

[yandere-yearnings]

Hello Dar! 🦢 nonnie is back and I hope you've been doing well! ^^

Something I've been thinking about for a while now is your style of writing. I feel like in your writing you frame even the smallest detail as if it's the most important thing in the world. It always feels very poetic/romantic even if that's not necessarily what the scene is about. So I was wondering where you got this writing style from? Since I've personally never read anything quite like yours before. Or just in general what inspires you to write?

-Yours truly, 🦢

hii swan nonnie🥺🩷 it's always, always a pleasure to have you back, i hope you've been well too🥰 lately my health hasn't been the greatest, but aside from that, i've been doing okay!! thank you for asking👉👈

bc my response got a bit long, i'll put it under a cut so i'm not clogging up anyone's dash🤧

first of all, i'm genuinely flattered you've even been thinking of my writing actually, that means so much to me😭💕 ig if i had to explain how my style came to be, it would have smth to do w/ writing more for myself rather than for others? when i was younger, i had this mentality that i had to follow all the rules in order to make a good piece, so i was constantly restricting my creativity by sticking to advice like 'show-don't-tell' or 'leave it up to the reader's imagination' and stuff along those lines. but somewhere along the way, i kinda realised that in doing so, i was starting to hate what i created.

after that, i just tried my hardest to write what i'd wanna read personally, in a style that was compelling to me. i mean, i still have my insecurities, sometimes i think wow, i really did not need to waffle that much, but at the end of the day, it still feels more fulfilling. even if something is considered 'wrong' by professional standards, my only long-term judge is myself at the end of the day. so i try to focus less on what's been done before, and more on what i would like to do (which is the reason why i still put spaces between my em dashes when ik that technically you're not supposed to haha)

as for the prose itself, i just write like that bc that's how my thought process works😭💔 like, i'm colourblind, so i have a habit of trying to understand the implications a colour can have rather than the actual colour itself, right? and that type of magnification can be applied to everything else when i put words down. looking at the smaller aspects that build the bigger picture, and then how much of an influence it can have on the scene i'm trying to portray, smth along those lines.

another thing is that, i believe throughout my time writing, most of my works have been angst and imo the smallest details really do feel like the most important thing in the world when viewed through a negative lens so maybe i picked it up from there and rolled w/ it for everything else🤧 the real cause is kinda hard to pin-point somehow

to answer your second question, if you asked me in the past what inspired me to write, i'd probably say smth like 'having a story to tell'. now though, the only thing keeping me doing this is that i genuinely really just like piecing words together in as many different ways as possible. it kinda feels like solving a puzzle so it's super satisfying🥰

ALSO THANK YOU FOR SAYING IT FEELS POETIC/ROMANTIC😭😭 i've always kinda worried that my writing feels too stiff, so hearing that makes me really happy, i really appreciate it swan nonnie😩💕 and you saying that you've not come across something similar before feels like a really sweet compliment too❗❗

[noemitenshi]

if you don't have any thoughts feel free to to ignore this but I've always been obsessed with Troy's face after madison hits him with the hammer the first time and he falls to his knees and I was wondering if you also had anything to say about it?

bc I'm like, it feels like he's just accepting what's happening and that makes me feel so sad but also maybe he's not feeling much of anything bc he's just been bashed in the head and is in shock or maybe he feels kinda betrayed that madison did that too him. idk idk I'm just obsessed with his expression in that moment

Hi, nonny,

and of course im not just gonna ignore your question (and what an interesting question it is)! Especially since I am honored that you're asking my opinion <3 Also, there's two things you need to know about me - 1) i love to discuss all things Troy and 2) in case I haven't yet thought thoroughly about a specific scene (which, at this point seems almost impossible - I have been obsessed with analyzing every little twitch of Mister Otto for over 2 years now) getting asked a question will make me do that. That's just how my brain is wired. (and incidentally, I honestly haven't thought about this scene a lot because well… I was working hard to ignore that this is canon hahahaahah so yeah)

Ok so without looking at that scene again, the way i recall it, i think he was surprised/dibelieving. Maybe there was betrayal there but… somehow i don't quite remember that. What I do remember though is that through that whole bit (starting from "Now look at us. One big blended family" up until she hit him) i was very much reminded of what Emilia Clarke, the actress of Daenerys from Game of Thrones said about her dying scene, namely that she played Daenerys almost childlike there (i may be misremembering her actual words. it was showing Daenerys' innocence and sweetness though in a way) and that's what Troy also read to me in this scene. Just very earnest and almost sweet (for, like, Troy you know) - yes even with him going "I'd do it all again". Even that part was.. naive. That's what he was, the poor guy.

Anyway, let's look at the scene. First in its entirety haha.

And now that I'm watching this I can't believe I haven't been obsessing over it, the way he looks does have something very very precious about it. Like maybe the wide-eyed expression (maybe the fact he's on his knees) maybe the way he almost looks at her like she's his savior (sadly she isn't)… top-notch expression, thank you for making me spend time with it!

Ok next let's split it up.

I think in the first half of him looking at her all the things I've said above are encompassed. He does look surprised and also disbelieving, almost begging, if you ask me. But thennn the second half happens

and.. I'm not quite sure what this expression is but you know, it could very well be him accepting his fate (especially that mouth movement there). Him accepting, ok he went too far in this, ok, apparently she doesn't like hearing this, ok apparently this is how he dies (yes i'm ignoring Troy coming back, just, let me have this).

I also do believe that Troy knew it was a dangerous thing to confess ("i'd do it all again, and you would, too, you know you would...") and that he did want absolution for it. He really hoped this time the people he chose as his family would be ok with him, the entirety of him. But apparently not. So maybe that last part is… defeat. Finally defeat because there's no way for him to keep fighting. He's dying. And maybe he's also relieved that he is. Just a little bit. Maybe it's not too bad that Madison did it. he died for her - probably differently than he'd have liked but still. He did. And that's a bit of alright.

(ok I went off on a tangent there haha, I can't stop myself from rambling if I tried. and to be honest, I didn't try)

I hope this is a satisfying answer to your question ^^ It was a lot of fun to think about it, so thank you very very much for it and have a great day💖

[oh-saints]

Can you write for Ben White? I know it's like a lot to ask since he's not that much of a popular demand around here but since you're an Arsenal fan and all..

of course, nonny! i hope this satisfies you!

safe

with ben’s consistent business trip, he just wants you to be safe while he’s away.

ben white x you

word count:

tw: mention of sarah everard’s case

note: happy valentine’s day, lovelies! <3 taking a little break from the plentiful of rúben’s request. but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is yet to be proof-read.

“have a safe trip, honey.”

and as soon as ben ties up his shoelace, he walks back to the woman he loves, the axis to his presence, the epicentrum to his life. he pecks you one last time before snuggling his way to your neck, burying himself in your smell once more before Qatar deprives him of you.

“please take care of yourself, too.”

ben’s laugh is muffled by his hoodie you always wear whenever he goes for away matches, and the combination of his hoodie and your shampoo dizzies ben in the head because he knows he misses you already, despite still having you in his arms.

“please take care of yourself, too, my love,” he mumbles, before his nose makes his way towards the side of your neck, the back of your ears, and he feels you trembling at his slightest touch. oh how much he’s going to miss that… “but i really need to go.”

you laugh at his words because wasn’t it him that comes back crawling to you just seconds ago?

“and i need you to promise me something.”

ben isn’t a stranger to the word promise, he’d promised you so many things as long as he’s capable of. but this time, his sentence startles you, for he asks you to do something for him. it’s nearly unheard of in your relationship with ben.

“what is it?”

“i want you to use my car everywhere you go.”

now you’re stunned. because it certainly is a big favour to ask, coming from him. because he knows you’re not into this whole concept of driving—you proclaim you’re the worst driver in London and that supposedly says a lot, for you can’t save your patience for the crazy cyclists and those cowboy drivers.

“why?”

“i want you to be safe.”

“but the tube’s sa—”

“no, not that. i’m actually not worried about you riding the tube or buses or else,” ben says, and while doing so he stares you down. he means business, you realise. he only shows that face twice; a) when he’s playing on the field and someone tries to bring him down, b) once when you were harassed in the club. “i’m more worried at the fact you have to walk from the station or bus stop to here. somebody could’ve done unimaginable things to you while walking and i’d be fucked if something happens to you just because i can’t prevent it from happening.”

the reality dawns on you at that moment.

days ago, when you and ben stumbles upon the news of a woman reported lost and found killed at the hands of the police who couldn’t take a no for life, ben couldn’t believe his eyes. he had to ask you the question of which the answer he dreaded for—“have you been in that position? where a man can’t take your no?” “what do you think i carry those pepper spray for?”—and now it seems like the news have been bugging his consciousness.

he just wants you to be safe when you go somewhere and when you come back home. no one in this world deserves that kind of feeling when you’re scared of what happens when you say yes but more frightened at the thought of what might happen if you say no.

“i can’t let anything happen to you,” ben shakes his head at his own intrusive thoughts. “and i won’t. not when i’m still breathing.”

ben white surely loves his cars but he definitely and absolutely loves you more.

[devildevotee]

Hi! Hope you're okay! I was wondering if you could talk a bit about your experience with Anubis, Lucifer and Leviathan? I love them so much but I'm new and can't really start my journey bc of personal reasons so it's more like I love and admire them from a distance (if that makes sense?) Still they are always in my thoughts and I would like to know more about them. I also mistakenly used to read sc*rleta and m*lias posts so now I don't even know what was bullshit or real information about all the deities they talked about and I don't want to disrespect them. Thanks!

hey nonnie, i'm having a break from posting about demonolatry due to being involved in a long-term stressful instance to do with the community. i'm going to direct you to where i lightly touch on leviathan, but i implore you to check out the #leviathan and #lucifer tags on my blog.

as for anpu, my answer isn't going to be satisfying for him, either. i haven't been worshipping him very long, you see? so my notes surrounding him are very few as opposed to those i've been working with for years. if you want to learn about him, you're more than welcome to do research into kemetism through websites and books (resources can be found in my #kemetism tag). but i also REALLY have to push for thetwistedrope on wordpress. that is an absolute wealth of info that has helped me get comfortable with the netjeru.

all i can really say surrounding anpu, is that if you're curious about him, is to talk to him! he's serious to me, but he's also very calming and grounding. he's protective where needed, but not overly so (some people claim he's a jealous deity, i don't agree). i find him to be a very quiet deity, and he's very comforting to be around. we disagree on a lot of things surrounding me (*cough* and my self esteem/tendency to overreact *cough*), but he's helped me practice being healthy in my worship and my life, and above all, to not act harshly or impulsively. he's much like a guardian, taking his job seriously and keeping what he needs to keep in order, in order - but that doesn't mean he can't be warm, safe, compassionate. he's been incredibly welcoming to me, and has helped me transition into something new and wonderful. he was one of the first deities to show themselves to me, and i appreciate that he gave me a sense of both curiosity, and safety.

[love-bokumono-fics]

How do you deal with indecision for a fic? Just weigh the pros and cons of the paths you could take? Or just write for whichever path youre motivated for at the time? It sucks getting stuck on something like that!!

Hi Nonny,

Indecision is tough to deal with! getting stuck anywhere on a story sucks, but in particular when you have ideas but you just don't know which one to take. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately if you're paralyzed by indecision) there are a number of ways to get past it.

I'm personally an "as the mood strikes" kind of writer, so I'll almost always take the idea path that seems more interesting or motivates me most. Or the one that seems most fun. Since I tend to write the stories I wanna read, I follow the ideas I find more fun.

But that being said, there's nothing wrong with taking a few steps back and looking at the story as a whole. Is there a decision that makes more sense based on the preceding events? Is one option more in character? Do you want this to be an in character moment? How will the different options cascade down through the rest of the story? Do you know where you want the story to end? Will one choice get you there in a more satisfying way?

But also, also. Do you really have to choose? If this is a fun project, and you're not writing on a deadline, there's nothing stopping you from exploring all of your choices. Write a little bit of each, see which one you feel more drawn to or which one ends up fitting better in the story. Or write all of them, and the one that doesn't make it into the story save for inspiration for a later story, or post is separate as a "Bonus Scene" or something. There's no rules about writing AUs of your own stories!

And if you're feeling equally motivated by the ideas that have caused your indecision, and you just CANNOT choose between one, flip a coin, or let a picker wheel choose for you. At the very least, it will give you a starting point to jump off from. Sometimes, though, when random chance gives you its answer you realize "nope, don't wanna do that one" and again, you have a starting point.

I hope this has been somewhat helpful, Nonny. And I'm sure there's others who follow this blog who had all kinds of tips and tricks that work for them. Hopefully you'll find something that works best for you. Creativity is a fickle beast, and what works best for you might not be what works best for others.

I wish you all the best of luck in your creative endeavors!

[dapperdeerstabbing]

Since its the new year, a.k.a Extermination day.. How about some headcanons for what the Overlords (Sir Pentious, Alastor and Vox?) do too prepare for and do during the Demon Purge with their s/o?

Overlords & S/O on Extermination Day

Sir Pentious:

♤ The snake boy has a stash of Heavenly weapons that he’s stolen from other demons or found on the ground over the years. He gets them out during this; if they’re going to bring a fight, it might as well be a fair one, yes?

♠︎ Sir Pentious forces a shit load of the Egg Bois to go out and be distractions or even sacrifices to the exterminators; this give him and his s/o a chance to escape if they haven’t already made it to some safe spot.

♤ He has a very outlandish and complicated hide-out. It’s underground, hidden beneath an “abandoned” building, and is pretty much the equivalent of a maze.

♠︎ Once hidden away within the maze, Sir Pentious just chills there with his s/o. If they’re upset, he’s there to comfort them. Otherwise, they just nestle up under some blankets, nothing special. After all, there’s nothing much to do underground in a metal maze bunker other than sleep, and hope they’re safe enough for the night.

Alastor:

♤ In the past, Alastor wouldn’t react to Extermination Day the same way that most demons do. Instead of hiding in fear or essentially committing suicide by exterminator, he goes out and starts trying to kill them.

♠︎ Things are different now, though; he has an s/o to protect. Showing off his ridiculous amounts of power can wait until after the purge. Alastor instead uses said power to get himself and his s/o to his safe place, one that can only be accessed by his sketchy ass eldritch abilities.

♤ There aren’t really any preparations; once they’re safe, Alastor simply goes about the night as though nothing is going on. He puts some records on, as there’s little to no radio signal during the purge.

♠︎  Alastor spends the night dancing around with his s/o and cooking special foods he reserves just for this night. Together, they plan what they’ll do for the turf wars (or as Alastor calls it, his “best day to broadcast mayhem”) the next day. 

Vox:

♤ Similarly to Alastor, Vox makes an attempt to fight back against the exterminators. The thing is, he doesn’t stop until his s/o notices he’s weakened and yanks him back from the conflict.

♠︎ He has little to no part in the preparations, as his s/o makes them last second. They drag him to the porn studio which, for some reason, the exterminators have yet to find a way to access.

♤ They spend a good chunk of the night patching Vox up who, by the time he’s taken to safety, is severely injured, if not close to (second) death. Once he’s no longer about to perish, they scold him for being so reckless.

♠︎ Vox spends the rest of the night with his s/o in a private room, comforting them speaking about conspiracy theories he has about the exterminators, Heaven, and reasons for the purge itself.

[matan4il]

I guess for me the distance doesn't bother me for the moment for 2 reasons. While we generally agree they have never said they are straight, and most of us on here are the most carefully open minded people IRL.

I have zero doubts that In Canon 911 Buddie thinks the other is straight. If they ever tell me I'm wrong though trust me I won't care. I don't mind being wrong that it was some off the camera discussion and retconned.

But till that day they both think the other isn't a romantic option and probably not into them. They probably sadly just tuck those thoughts away and take them any way they can have them till one moves onto another girlfriend. Yes I gagged writing that!!

2. Even when one comes out, and the other confirms they aren't completely straight.... That doesn't mean they are just gonna jump in. These 2 are the most important people to each other, but also Chris is the most important to them. As Eddie said in 2 it's different dating when you have a kid. Well imagine the person is your kids gaurdian, his safe place to run. Imagine Bucks already huge abandonment issue's, fears of being left. I can still see them being awkward and dancing around it.

I guess I feel strongly I think we are talking something like the grocery store conflict that is what will push them out of the friend zone you know??

Hi lovely Nonnie!

I'm so sorry, this ask must have been in my inbox, but... last few times I was answering asks it wasn't, and now today it suddenly is, so this is probably Tumblr once again glitching. I apologize and am thankful for your understanding! *hugs*

And yes, I agree with you! Neither Buck nor Eddie had formally identified themselves (in fact, I think other than Hen, none of the team members have), but we all live in a society where the default is heterosexual until proven queer. And neither man has done something so far that explicitly identifies them as anything but straight. So yes, like you I believe Buddie currently assume that the other man (a) is straight and (b) has no romantic feelings for them. It's a part of their rom com plot, really.

And you're right, even if they find out the other is queer, that doesn't automatically open up the path to getting together. Beyond everything that you said which might make them hesitate on whether to risk their current r/s, there's also the fact that not every queer man is automatically into any other queer man. There has to be attraction. Even if Buck finds out Eddie is into men, he still won't know whether Eddie is into him. And that would be another satisfying obstacle for them to overcome if and when they go canon... God, they have so much potential to be one of the best love stories on TV ever if they're allowed to get together ('coz they kind of already are, even before they've gone canon), that it makes me wanna chew glass, I'm that feral over them!

I still don't know what's gonna push them over the line of obliviousness 'coz God knows, the most classic trope in that regard is "suddenly your life was in danger and I just couldn't stand my life without you and that's when I knew I was in love with you" and clearly that won't work with these two morons. So whatever happens, it has to be something different to what we've seen going down between them before. IDK what it is, but I'm so excited to find out if and when we do get canon Buddie...

Thank you, and again, so sorry for the delay. Hope you have a great day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[starglitterz]

Congrats on 300 followers!!<3<3 You deserve them and more! Can I request a chocolate confection (dainsleif) with marshmallows, please?🥺

WAHHH anon this is so sweet omg tysm <3!!!!

request: dainsleif fluff, only one bed

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

dainsleif.

dainsleif, the bough keeper, has lived for hundreds, if not thousands of years, watching over teyvat and fighting against the abyss order. it's safe to say he's experienced and born witness to a lot of occurrences which made their marks on history, yet he thinks that perhaps being with you is the only significant event that will remain engrained in his memory, even though he claims it is all but faded.

the two of you were in liyue, pursuing some commissions related to the abyss order. you had paid him the 500 mora and answered his three questions, though whether or not he was satisfied with your replies is something you can't decipher. you were now spending the night in wangshu inn, as dainsleif had asserted it would be more effective to capture the mages in broad daylight, where it wouldn't be so easy for them to weasel away into concealed nooks and crannies and evade your capture.

"y/n," his deep voice sounds behind you, jolting you out of your thoughts, "it seems there is only one bed." your eyes travel upwards from the tiled wooden floor, only to rest on the rather large and comfy-looking bed. just the sight of it is enough to remind you of how much your sore muscles ache, and how you're running on barely any sleep. "ah, you're right, dain," you murmur, eyes beginning to slide shut as you wobble on your feet. archons, you were so sleepy - the coffee you chugged earlier only helped give you a short burst of energy that wouldn't last forever.

"i don't really need sleep," dainsleif states in reply, "i will stand guard instead." "no, no," you mumble, one hand reaching up to grip his shirt, clenching your fist around the dark material, "you need rest. just..." you yawn loudly, "share the bed with me." it is at this point where dainsleif realises that dealing with you is much more difficult than defying the abyss; after all, he's fought abyss heralds and triumphed, but those monsters have never been able to get his heart beating this quickly, nor have they ever been so adorable!

you flop onto the right side of the bed, quickly snuggling under the blanket and peeking out at the other man through half-lidded eyes, "dainnnn..." "alright, y/n," dainsleif's answers become even more curt than normal as he moves to the bed, but it's really just because his internal system is already malfunctioning at the thought of sharing a bed with you - isn't that an intimate action reserved solely for lovers?! tentatively clambering onto the bed, he slides under the blanket next to you with a hint of hesitation swirling in his sea-blue eyes.

however, the sigh of relief that you exhale as you feel his warmth sink into the mattress beside you alleviates all dainsleif's fears that you're uncomfortable, and helps ward away his nervousness. as you cuddle next to him, already fast asleep, dainsleif feels the first smile in centuries curve his lips, and he allows himself to be at peace for a fleeting night.

quill speaks !

my first time writing for dainsleif ! he's rlly cool and i hope i portrayed him well :]

is it mean if i tag @yanbub 😦 HAHAHA yan im so sorry but yes haha funny blonde man go brrr oh wait arent u a xiao simp why am i tagging u

anyways nonnie i hope u enjoyed this !

and i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[hrodvitnon]

If you don't mind me asking, What do you have against the MCU?

That's a fair question, nonnie. There's a few reasons.

1. I work at a movie theater and have cleaned up every theatrical MCU release since Iron Man 2. When Marvel season hits, you don't have any breathing room and you don't get ANY breaks because the only downtime you're getting is however long it takes for the credits to finish rolling and the post-credit gimmick to satisfy the audience's Pavlovian response to over a decade of conditioning. I literally spent the entire Christmas weekend of 2021 cleaning up after Tom Holland's over-hyped, overrated, boring, no-cake-having-ass. Alone.

The MCU literally ruined Christmas.

2. Burnout.

3. The overusage of CG and digital effects. I'm fine with digital effects (I'm a MonsterVerse fan after all). A good movie would prioritize practical effects but use digital effects only when it's important or if it helps emphasize certain aspects of the practical effects. Let's use The Shape of Water as an example: the Amphibian Man isn't a CG character, he's the legendary Doug Jones in a fully realized fishman costume, complete with animatronic gills and fins. The only real CG effects used on him are to make his face and eyes more expressive and to give him bioluminescent glowing, and it's a beautiful fusion.

I've heard this description used before and it's a perfect summary of the MCU's overreliance on CG; practical effects are like a delicious steak, and the CG added to it is the sauce or spices that make it even better. What the MCU does is just slap sauce and spice on a plate.

4. Endgame's dialogue being 25% fat shaming Thor over gaining weight as a result of his depression (which is a perfectly realistic and valid outcome) instead of looking like a Mr. Universe contestant.

5. "PETER TINGLE" IS FUCKING STUPID AND GROSS AND SOUNDS LIKE "I NEED TO TAKE A PISS"

6. There's an ABUNDANCE of other legitimate criticisms against the MCU, whether it's Hulk turning into a joke and getting slammed by the Worf Effect like a nuclear warhead, or whatever the fuck Thor: Love and Thunder is doing, or multiple actors not knowing that the fresh hell is going on until they see the premier because of constant script-changing interfering with their jobs as, y'know, actors.

I could go on but then I'd be here all night. Sleep is important and I have work tomorrow. So nonnie, I hope this answers your question and let's finish on a light note; rest well and may your pillow be cool, may you find 20 dollars when you need it, and stay hydrated.

[alj4890]

Uh hey there hope you having a good day/night! So recently trf just ended and when we were asked to ship Olivia to someone, there were no choice for Drake if we weren't married to him. As a dralivia stan I felt sad tbh lol so I hope you can make maybe just a short fic if we had Drake as a choice to pair with Olivia and they got to dance together. I hope you can see this ask and make it anytime I don't want it to be quickly made so yeah! Thanks!

Hey Nonny! Thank you and I hope your day/night is going well too. And YES, that freaking ending of TRF was just 😑 Not gonna lie, I wish the final book was us trying to help the not chosen LI's and Olivia find true love. I mean, I guess finding Liam's unknown sister was cool and all, but meh. Taking down a secret society basically ruling the world was so anticlimatic to me. Anyway, I was beyond disappointed that all Olivia got for romance was Amalas. It was almost like an afterthought or something. Smh 😡 Olivia deserved better. So, without further ado, let's give her the one she should have gotten.

@krsnlove @sirbeepsalot @lodberg ​ @mynameiskaylabella @museofbooks @elbenmond @annekebbphotography @gibbles82 @twinkleallnight @thehonorarybeaumont

Masterlist

A Maze of Emotions

(Olivia x Drake) in a Choices: The Royal Finale fanfic.

The Royal Palace, Cordonia...

Another ball to celebrate yet another victory.

After everything that had occurred, shouldn't one feel elated? Shouldn't the smiles and conversations of the most recent battle be enough? Where was the satisfaction of triumphing once more over one's enemies? Where was the relief that no one was hurt? Where was the need to raise one's glass with everyone else?

Olivia honestly couldn't answer any of those questions. She didn't feel triumphant. She didn't feel the need to brag about her one fight. She didn't feel like raising her glass with a smug satisfied smile on her lips.

Perhaps it's because I was left in the dark for the most part.

Riley told her it had been for her own safety.

Since when did Olivia Nevarkis ever need anyone to keep her safe? Hadn't she been not only protecting herself but also those of her friends for years now? She'd even stepped up numerous times to guard the little princess.

She knew she would have to let it go. Summoning all her willpower, she attempted to focus on the celebration. Yet, memories plagued her.

Has it really been five years since I entered a ballroom to try and win Liam?

More than that, Olivia realized. More like six years. All those years revolved around one thing: Liam.

So much time had been wrapped up in making certain he got everything he deserved. She didn't regret it. She simply wondered when her life would be given a chance to actually begin.

"Hey!"

Olivia merely smirked in lieu of greeting.

Riley rolled her eyes playfully over that response. "What are you doing over here by yourself?"

"Simply enjoying your ball." Olivia took a long sip from a glass of bourbon she had ordered.

Champagne wasn't strong enough for the mood she was currently in.

What kind of mood is it? I'm not angry. I'm not exactly sad. I'm not too happy either. It is some mixture of the three with a dash of frustration.

"You know," Riley continued, unaware of her friend's troubled thoughts, "you've done so much for me and Liam." She waved out toward the twirling couples. "You've done so much for Cordonia. Don't you think you deserve to put yourself first for a change?"

Olivia blinked in surprise. "I should do what?"

"Have some fun." Riley explained. "And not the kind of fun you claim you have beating up bad guys." She chuckled over Olivia wrinkling her nose in response. "I mean do something the opposite of violent."

"Since you seem to be overflowing with opinions," Olivia grumbled, "care to actually give an example or two of what you're talking about?"

"Well," Riley hedged, "how about finding your own happily ever after?"

Olivia felt the old need to scoff at a ridiculously sappy turn of phrase.

Happily Ever After? It's such a cliché. A cliché that only works for a select few. People like Liam and Riley achieve that, not someone like me.

And yet, maybe that was what was missing.

She had secretly loved Liam for most of her life. She never gave anyone a second glance while he was the center of her universe. Then his engagement tour opened her eyes to the fact that Liam could never be hers. He had been made for Riley.

And let's not forget the fact that she unknowingly had been married to a terrorist the entire time. At least that was handled easily with a quick annulment and Anton's execution.

And just when she was ready to try her hand at seeing what life could possibly offer, the whole heir debacle began. Years passed and Olivia was left in the same spot she was when this fairy tale began.

She was alone.

She knew she had friends, true friends this time, yet it wasn't enough anymore.

"Do you," Olivia grimaced, "never mind."

"Do I what?" Riley asked.

"What, and this is a huge if," Olivia's eyes narrowed in warning, "and if you tell anyone this, I will be forced to cut you off from calling me your friend."

Riley was nearly dancing in giddy anticipation.

"What do you think about me possibly finding someone?" She hated that her voice shook uttering that stupid question.

"Finding them to?" Riley prompted.

Olivia glared at her. "To date."

"I've been waiting for this moment forever!" Riley squeezed her in a swift hug.

"This either means you support this or are planning on taking over." Olivia mumbled.

"Both!" Riley turned about, taking in her crowded ballroom. "So, what's your type?"

"Type?" Olivia scanned the room. "I've never really thought about it before."

Riley noticed a couple of people looking their way.

Actually, they were looking at Olivia.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Amalas over the years." Riley pointed out when she noticed the smile on the Spy Queen's face as she peeked over at the duchess.

"It's just been in search of information for you and Liam." Olivia explained.

"Anything else possibly discovered?" Riley nudged her. "Any feelings by chance?"

"I admire her abilities to uncover hidden secrets, but nothing else."

Riley nodded in understanding while focusing on the only person she once thought would be perfect for the surly with a tender heart duchess.

"What about," she knew she was taking a chance saying the name aloud but decided to risk the consequences, "Drake?"

"Drake?" Olivia sputtered. "As in Walker?!" She burst into laughter. "What a joke. You almost had me there."

"I'm serious!" Riley insisted. "You both have so much in common! Look at what you've both overcome through the years. You even get along now!" She tilted her head while studying one of her best friends. "He isn't too hard on the eyes either."

"I can't believe this is what you offer me the one time I confess to something like this." Olivia snapped. "Enjoy your ball. I need some air."

She swept off in an elegant twirl of skirt to find a place to drink in peace.

****************

"Dammit Riley!" Olivia grumbled on her way to the hedge maze. "Drake Walker? There are billions of people in this world and you suggest I give HIM a chance?!"

She turned here and there without much thought to where she was going. Her mind whirled with thoughts of Drake and their complicated past along with a need to get as far away from this blasted ball as she could.

She knew her hatred towards him had lessened over the years. She'd even begun to admire his dedication to Liam and Riley. He didn't have to do anything. He didn't possess a title or lands that he needed to protect. He simply stepped in danger's path each time someone he cared for was threatened.

As much as it ate at her, she more than admired that personality quirk of his.

But could I actually be with him? Like that?

Olivia stopped beside the ancient wishing well. She took another healthy gulp of her drink while gazing down within the dark depths. Starlight was reflected along with her shadowed face.

"Figures." Olivia whispered. "The one time I consider my future, I end up in the spot Queen Eleanor told me would help me find my heart's wish."

She missed Liam's mother more than she missed her own. There had been something about that compassionate lady that made her wish she was here to give her counsel in this matter. How in the world was Olivia supposed to know what she needed in a possible mate? She'd not seen anyone have a romance that looked appealing, at least to her.

Riley and Liam were the ultimate, romantic fairy tale. Penelope and Zeke were simply too icky sweet and weird with their dogs and all. Couples like Hana's parents seemed driven by ambition.

None of that seemed remotely like Olivia. She didn't see the need to gain anything else. She had her duchy, her people, and the respect of her monarchs and country. And she guessed she could add her friends to the list.

She didn't think she could do a relationship filled with endless romance and sweet nothing's. She'd want to throw up if she had to endure that day in day out.

She wouldn't mind some affection and a compliment or two.

Olivia buried her face in her hands. This is ridiculous! She should be able to put into words what she wanted from a significant other.

"I don't know what to do!" She gripped the edge of the wishing well. Knowing she was too old to do this, she closed her eyes and spoke her wish into the opening.

"I need a sign. Not just some mystical piece of mumbo jumbo, but a clear direct sign showing me who I need." Her nose wrinkled. "I don't need them, but I wouldn't mind finding them just the same. Soon. So...do whatever it is you do and give it to me."

She folded her arms and waited.

"Please." She added, just in case.

And waited.

And waited.

"I'm worse than a child." She swiped up her glass and downed the last of her bourbon. "Depending on some inanimate object to give me direction in my life."

She stomped away from wretched thing. Arguing silently with herself, she took the turns needed to escape the hedged labyrinth. She was determined to thrust all of these thoughts from her mind, go home to Lythikos, and be the duchess everyone expected. Cold. Capable. Calculated.

And alone.

"Oof!"

Olivia stumbled back from the body she had collided with. This area closer to the palace was better lighted, allowing her to see the one she had plowed into.

"Geez, what's the hurry?" Drake asked.

Damn Riley! I bet she sent him out here to find me!

"What are you doing out here, Walker?" She griped.

"Escaping." He admitted. "There's only so much mingling I can do before I'm tempted to slit my wrist."

Olivia's irritation lessened. A reluctant smile curved her lips. She too detested small talk at all these events they were forced to attend.

"You need a tougher persona to be able to stand around with no one bothering you."

He snorted. "Tougher? My jumping in front of a bullet didn't take care of that?"

"You were too nice to everyone after that." Olivia explained. "If you had grunted and glared more then, people would avoid you now."

"Damn. I knew I shouldn't have tried to act like Liam." He muttered.

"It isn't worth it."

"You're right."

"I always am." She boasted.

"No, you're not." He argued.

"When have I been wrong?" She placed a hand on her hip.

"You got a tent?" He asked.

"A what?"

"A tent," Drake smirked at her, "because we will be here for days listing all the times you've been wrong."

Olivia coughed to cover her laughter.

I love sparring with him.

His smirk turned to a genuine grin when he noticed her doing so.

"Want to avoid small talk a little longer?"

She nodded.

"Well then, come on." He walked forward into the maze.

"Where are we going?" She quickened her pace to catch up to him. "I've already been to the well."

"The well?" He muttered. "No wonder you've been gone so long."

Olivia cocked an eyebrow at him. "So long? Was someone looking for me?"

"No, I..." He trailed off. "I noticed."

"Noticed what?"

He rolled his eyes. "I noticed you leaving. When time passed and you didn't return, I came out here to," he rubbed the back of his neck, "to check on you."

"Check on me?" She slowed her steps the closer they came to a small fountain nestled in a dead end. "Why would I need checking up on?"

"You looked," he hesitated then shrugged, "I don't know how to explain it." He huffed an irritated breath when he noticed her folded arms and narrowed eyes. "Something seemed wrong."

"What could possibly be wrong?" Olivia taunted. "You lot leave without me on some dangerous mission that I am only told at the very last second!" She turned away from him when she noticed a flash of pity in his eyes.

I refuse to let Drake Walker feel sorry for me.

"I don't know why I'm surprised." She snapped before he could explain. "You have never had a problem excluding me."

"What?" His head jerked up. His dark brown eyes bore into her green. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"That for as long as I can remember, you tried to keep me out of your life!" She placed her balled up fists on her hips while her words struck like a whip. "You didn't want me around Liam or Maxwell or anyone!"

It was as if she couldn't stop this need to unload every wrong upon his head.

"Then you try and keep me from helping Riley through that Tariq scandal." She shook her head. "It took fighting Anton and his pitiful excuse of an army before you finally quit trying to run me off."

Drake's cheeks had darkened. Whether they had because of his guilt or anger, she couldn't tell.

"You know why I did what I did as an adult." His voice held a hint of righteous anger. "After all the insults toward me and Savannah, did you think I wanted you anywhere near me?"

Olivia wanted to dismiss that. She knew deep down that she should apologize for that time in their lives. But apologizing to Drake Walker...it was asking too much.

"I guess I was wrong when we were kids." He grumbled, hating that the past kept cropping up between them. "I think I was a little jealous of you."

Olivia's head snapped up. "Jealous? Jealous of me? Over what?!"

"Liam and Maxwell always wanted you to play with us because," he shifted to sit down on the fountain's edge, "because you had the better imagination for all our pretend adventures and battles." He snorted softly. "And you wielded that wooden sword of yours better than most adults."

Olivia simply stared at him.

He actually admits he's wrong! What do I do now?

The beginning of a waltz drifted over to where they were.

"Dance with me."

Drake looked up at her in disbelief. "Do what now?"

"Dance with me." She repeated, holding her hand out.

"You're not going to stab me in the back or anything that causes my blood to spill out, are you?" He asked, getting to his feet.

"Yes, Drake. I decided to eliminate people who get on my nerves by hanging out in the maze with little lighting. All I need is a song I can dance to and then I strike when they twirl me."

He chuckled while taking her hand. "Sounds like a plan you'd make."

Olivia moved into his arms. "Just shut up and dance."

The two waltzed about without any words.

Olivia eventually lifted her eyes to his face. They traced over his high cheekbones, the nick along his jawline from shaving earlier, ending upon his eyes.

I suppose he does have a rugged charm that could be appealing.

She'd never noticed how thick his eyelashes were. How his hair falling over his forehead gave him a slight boyish appearance, softening the hard edges. She'd never noticed a lot of things about him.

When had he become a good dancer?

And why had it taken years to see the kind of man he had become?

Olivia stopped abruptly. Drake nearly knocked her down with the next dance step.

"Liv?" His brow furrowed in concern. "What is it?" He raised his hands to her shoulders. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Maybe she had. Or, maybe the fog had finally lifted to show her what could be.

Drake's brow smoothed somewhat as he gazed down at her face lit by the fairy lights. When she wasn't being difficult, he had a chance to take in how beautiful she really was.

"You know," she said, "now that Liam and Riley have defeated all their enemies," she swallowed nervously, "the rest of us can go back to how life used to be."

"Used to be?" Drake shook his head. "I don't think life will ever be what it once was."

"You don't?"

"We've been through a lot, Liv." He continued. "It's changed us. All of us." A sheepish smile curved his lips. "I think all those changes are our new normal."

"And what do we do about the past?" Olivia wondered if she could truly move on from it.

"Leave it behind us." He told her.

The past had been her one steady companion. Memories of her parents. Slights and insults she had both given and received. The constant distrust of anyone being remotely kind to her. Would she finally be given a chance to leave all of it where it belonged?

"I'm thinking about leaving tomorrow." Drake announced.

"You are?" Olivia felt her heart sink.

So much for Riley's suggestion.

"I, um, I bought a house." He admitted. "I figure now that Brooks and Liam have everything under control, I can see what happens...for me."

"I see." Olivia murmured.

"I don't suppose you would, um," Drake softly cursed, "hell. Would you like to go with me to see it?"

"Your house? You want me to see your home?"

"Surprisingly, I do." He admitted.

Olivia glanced back toward the direction where the wishing well was hidden. Could this be the sign she had asked for? She had stressed that she wanted it to be clear.

"I would like you to see it." Drake added.

Olivia turned back toward him. Her lips were slightly parted in surprise.

"You would?"

"I just said I would." He grumbled. "I don't know how much clearer I can be about it."

And there it was: The sign she needed to know who might give her that happily ever after tailor made for herself.

"I'd like that." Olivia responded.

Drake seemed to relax once he saw she meant it. Taking her hand again, he suggested they head back inside to make plans.

The two took the path that led them out of the maze and into the beginning of their new future.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

i have an amazing idea for a book, truly could be an incredible story. one that i would love to read myself. two things tho, how tf do i write it when i suck so bad at writing and how tf do i get it all out of my brain. i wish i could just unhinge my skull and let it pour out like one does with warm laundry from the basket to the couch (for folding of course) but yet it’s stuck in there like a bird in a warehouse. i ask you because the way you churn out stories is awe inspiring and i was hoping you might have some words of advice for a dumbass 🥺 ty, ily, i hope you get to eat a brownie today 🧡

First of all nonny, thank you, I'm delighted that you like my writing so much. I'm really flattered that you want to come to me for advice. Hey @extasiswings you have an admirer!

Second of all, that is the mood of writers everywhere - wishing we could just pour our thoughts for the story onto the page and voila.

Third of all - to answer your question. The second part is easy. You get it out of your brain by writing it.

Which brings us back to the first part of the question. What if you're not great at writing yet? Well first of all - who gives a fuck? First drafts are called vomit drafts for a reason. The first draft only has to exist. That is all. It can be an utter pile of cliche shit. So long as it exists, that's all that matters. Get the story out of your head by writing it.

Many people find it helpful to voice record things instead of writing it, since they can't write as fast as their thoughts go, and they get caught up in whether or not something reads well as opposed to just vomiting out all the shit they need to. "I hate the sound of my own voice!" Tough titties, my ducklings! If you're going to let something like "I hate the sound of my voice" stop you then by all means don't force yourself, but what you're really saying is, "I don't care enough about this story to overcome my personal discomfort." Nobody's going to hear these voice recordings except you. Nobody's cringing. You just need to talk out the plot points or verbalize a really good bit of dialogue before it forever vanishes into the ether, and that's all you need.

(You will never get it entirely out of your brain until the story is finished, by the way. Welcome to being a writer.)

As for "sucking so bad..." there's only one cure for that, and nobody likes it. In fact, we loathe it.

The cure is to write.

Read books by authors whose writing you like and want to emulate. Watch well-written films and television. We practice what we are shown as examples, so give your brain good examples. And then just write! You will never, ever get good at something if you don't practice it. Not a single person woke up one day able to be a genius at [enter talent here]. Even the "prodigies" and the "natural talents" took training at some point, and quite intensive training usually.

I'm going to be honest with you, it will be a while before you write that story the way you see it in your head. It will be a while before you're satisfied. But that's okay. I've been writing for literally twenty years. That’s two decades of practice. And even I have my bad days! From roughly September last year until a month or so ago I hated every fic I wrote. My friends encouraged me to post them because they loved them. I didn’t think they were good enough. I still don’t. You mention how my friend and I can write stories for each other on demand. It took me twenty years to get to that place.

So be patient with yourself. Writing is a habit, a journey, a practice. If you really want to write a book, prepare to settle in for the long haul. The only way to get better is to write. The only way to get the story out of your head is to write it. The only way to not suck is to practice the thing you suck at. There’s no magical tricks, no secret ingredient, no special shortcuts. You just gotta write.

Of course, nobody is forcing you to do this. Please do not take this as some kind of “do this or else” message. But if you really, genuinely want to write something you’re proud of, then the only solution is to practice writing, and accept that improvement takes time.

“But what if I sit down and there’s no inspiration?” you say. Well, there’s the voice recording as I said, but also, treat writing like brushing your teeth. It’s not an art. It’s a habit that you have to practice every day in order to train your brain until it becomes automatic. Write at the same time, do the same thing every time before you write (like walk the dog) and be sure to reward yourself afterwards (get a cookie). Doing the same thing at the same time will mean that now, at 10am after you walked the dog, your brain goes “oh writing time!” and turns on that part of your brain. And because there’s a reward, your brain goes OH BOY COOKIE!!! and that motivates your brain. Start small. Don’t go by word count, go by time. Set a timer and for ten minutes write, even if what you write is “I fucking hate this shit and I’m shit and everything is shit.” Write literally anything! “They do this and then this and then this happens.” YAY! Eventually you’ll be able to fill that time, and then increase it. 15 minutes. 20 minutes. 25. 30. An hour. Don’t write for too long without a break. Twenty minutes of consistent steady writing with a break is better than an hour staring at a blank Word doc.

Again: be patient with yourself!

That’s really the only advice I can give you. Please remember, nonny dear, what you are seeing is the result of twenty years of nonstop practice. “Wow she just churns them out!” Well, sure, now I can. I couldn’t for the first ten years. Sometimes just because I can churn ‘em out doesn’t mean they’re any good. And I have my bad days and rough patches too. I have my periods where I don’t write anything at all. So be kind to yourself. Treat yourself. You and your story deserve it.

[liberty-barnes]

why are you literally everywhere then if "tumblr's so great"? you can't say that twitter and tiktok suck when you're still there all the time that's just being a hypocrite

Hi there, nonnie! I'm so glad you asked me this in a kind and respectful way instead of just assuming I'm a hypocritical bitch :)

But to answer your question, as someone who struggles with having a short attention span, in order to keep my focus on things and not just dissociate all day, I change my activities really often. I can focus when I'm really interested in something, but even then sometimes I need BREAKS or just a simple change in dynamics, which is where all the different social media platforms I have come on.

Tumblr is for discussion and connecting with my mutuals mostly. It's where the discourse is the best, where I get the most people who want to talk to me, and where I post my actual creative stuff. So although it's my favourite because it makes my brain work, it can also sometimes get a bit tiring.

Twitter is just for random thoughts. Sometimes there are some longer discussions or threads, but most of the time they're just excited little rambles and gushing about your favourite artist. And although that can be very fun, it's also much more superficial than Tumblr. It's all about the follows, about getting "hit tweets", you get cancelled really easily cause people just don't do their research and alienise everyone whose opinion is seen as "wrong".

Tiktok is to watch videos (mostly 1D related, although those satisfying ASMR videos are heaven to me) and to just make fun videos, like the 1D murder mystery ones. Even though I quite like Tumblr's anonymity cause people get you for your content (even if you post pictures of yourself, they usually get buried underneath all the fandom stuff pretty fast), it's also fun to have faces connected to the voices sometimes, and I'm a sucker for funny edits. But Tiktok also seems to have the same problem as Twitter in that they don't do the proper research, and we can get cancelled really fast.

It's all a matter of personal preference, really, but I do prefer Tumblr's "brainier" posts, along with the way people (especially the bloggers I follow) and just generally more knowledgeable in all things fandom which allows for a deeper and more meaningful discourse, which I love. Twitter and Tiktok are fun but superficial. Tumblr is hard, but it's really worth it if you just make the effort to follow the guidelines and put some work into learning about things.

So no, I don't think Twitter and Tiktok suck, but Tumblr's my one true love and I don't want people to come here and change it because they wrongfully think some billionaire's gonna shut down their platform. If you wanna come to Tumblr, go ahead, but don't try to turn this into a Twitter 2.0. This is like anything, do your research, learn the customs, listen when Experienced Tumblr Users tell you something, and just generally try not to be a dick.

Hope that was helpful!

-Love, Miah<3