#i know this will flop esp on tumblr but i wanted to post it idk

[helianthus21]

It was hard to surprise your lover when your lover was someone who could pluck your every thought from your mind before you even realized you were thinking them, but luckily for Daniel, Armand was also someone who could get guilted into granting you back some privacy in your own head if you pushed the right buttons.

Nevertheless Daniel felt no small amount of pride when he managed to scratch together his own financial reserve to score the table in the back corner of that fancy restaurant that newly opened, the one Armand mentioned once a while ago in passing, where they would be able to create their own private bubble while warm holiday lights on the ceiling ensured a romantic atmosphere. Romantic, but not over the top so, just like it was to their taste.

The tough part was convincing Armand to hand over the reins to Daniel regarding their plans for the night. Armand had a million different things he wanted to see and do and try out around the city and his schedule was a tight one, so it took Daniel hours of sweet gentle coaxing, seven ounces of his blood and the promise of giving Armand full power of decision over their next movie night to have Armand let go of his plans for one night. Just one single little fucking night.

He almost gave it to him during their stroll along the Seine, because he could be a hopeless romantic sometimes when he felt like it and the situation called for it, and he loved the way the moonlight reflected in the water and the sound of the water lapping softly at the river bank. But tonight, the sight of the moon made Armand gloomy somehow, so Daniel decided to wait until dinner. Daniel’s dinner, that is, but Daniel would find a way to sneak some droplets of blood into Armand's wine glass, of course, and then there was always the possibility of sneaking into the bathrooms for a quick sip, a savory little drink, or of having Armand stop time so they could go at it right there at the table and–

Focus, Daniel.

They were sitting at their cozy table in the corner, under the holiday lights, Daniel’s dinner already served and ready to eat, Armand’s wine glass already spiked. Daniel wanted to wait until after they had eaten and were sated but his heart was pounding like crazy and it was T-minus-nothing until Armand picked up on his heightened heart rate and maybe just a millisecond longer than that until he’d comment on it, so. 

Here goes.

“Got something for you,” Daniel said. There was a grin on his face he couldn’t tamper down but his hands were sweaty and when he reached into his bag in a too-jerky movement to fetch The Box out of its hiding place, it almost slid right out of his grasp. But he caught it. And there it was. With a decisive little thump, he put the box on the table.

Should he get down on a knee? No, this wasn’t like that, of course. 

He was under no illusion that sticking a ring on Armand’s finger would end with them marching down the aisle in matching suits and announcing before some god-of-whatever-religion-Armand-preferred and the world that they were gonna dedicate their lives to each other till dea– 

Well, whatever. It was irrelevant until which point in time. This wasn’t that anyway.

Daniel wasn’t even religious and he didn’t give a rat's ass about matrimony, but it was a symbol and Daniel liked symbols. It represented something. Some deeper meaning, made visible the invisible and expressed the unspoken. Symbols were neat. Armand loved symbols too, loved human customs even more. He was gonna love this one especially. He would get excited over it like a kid on Christmas eve. 

Still, Daniel was nervous. “Uh,” he said. “There. You go. Heh.” He looked at the box. Looked back up at Armand. Licked his lips. “Open it.”

One perfect eyebrow lifted up to the curls that fell artfully into his forehead. Not for a second did Armand's eyes stray from him as he let Daniel take his hand when he didn’t make a move to accept his gift, as he let Daniel drop the box into his palm. He seemed amused by him. 

Finally, Armand lifted the box. He opened the box. 

Daniel's throat got dry. 

Armand examined the contents of the box.

Daniel had taken his time picking it out. He'd gone to six different jewelers, looked at close to thirty different rings until he found the right one, the perfect one. It hadn't been easy. Armand wasn’t an easy person to pick out gifts for, let alone something he was supposed to wear on his finger for an indefinite amount of time. Or like, forever. If Daniel was lucky. 

Armand already had everything for one thing, and what he didn’t have he could afford without batting an eye. Or steal it. Because there was no force in the world powerful enough to keep him from getting whatever he laid his eyes on. Armand was unpredictable, for the other. The things that caught his interest ranged between a little weird and borderline insane and there existed no algorithm in the world capable of predicting what these things would even look like. 

Armand was ancient and elegant, an aura of glamor and mystery surrounding him at all times. Armand was doe-eyed and curious and childlike sometimes, approaching the world like a ten-year-old let loose with twenty bucks in a candy store, and irritable and intemperate like a wild boar in search of its piglets at other times. He was loathsome and thrilling and irresistible at all times, of course. What kind of ring could be any match for the amalgamation of him? For the energy he exuded with every breath, with every step on the very ground that could call itself so lucky to be walked on by him? 

Daniel had found one that came close, at least. 

It was gold, with carvings along its shank and an elegant basket that held a gemstone that seemed to take on different shades of dark blue and black and sometimes even wine-red, like the color of fresh blood, depending on the angle at which you looked at it, and the lighting. The bridge looked at the same time delicate and enduring, just like Armand himself was. Daniel had sacrificed nearly three months' salary to afford it, had risked premature death by secretly measuring Armand's ring finger while Armand had been sleeping.

Now, Armand was looking at the ring. His ring. And he wasn’t saying anything. Daniel held his breath. His heart seemed stuck in his throat.

Then, Armand closed the lid. He put the box back down on the table slowly.

Armand eyed the box for a moment that seemed to stretch into hours. 

Years. 

Centuries. 

That’s how Daniel imagined immortality to feel like, when you were holding it in your palm trying to capture it, to cut it into pieces to no avail, like a rope made of lead. 

Then Armand reached for the box – or not for it, but towards it, stretched out one long perfect finger as if he couldn’t bear touch it with more than the tip of his nail and shoved it back to Daniel’s side of the table. “No,” he said.

Just that.

No.

Daniel blinked at him.

In some distant corner of his brain he was aware that his mouth was open and he must’ve looked like a demented fool to anyone paying attention. But Armand wasn’t, so Daniel couldn’t give a single fuck about whoever else might. Armand wasn’t paying attention to him. His eyes were focused on the tabletop, like the bland white tablecloth was infinitely more interesting than Daniel, or his ring box, or this thing between them and– 

“No?” Daniel repeated.

“No,” Armand confirmed plainly. 

“You don't,” Daniel said. Swallowed down excess saliva. “You don't like it?”

“No,” Armand said once more.

He reached out again, shoved the box further across the table so that it came to a rest just before Daniel’s own hand. “Take it back,” he said, finally looking at him but the neutral expression on his face was almost worse than his ignorance. “I don’t want it.” 

And that was it, Daniel thought as waiters bustled around them, as the clinking of knives and forks on plates continued around them, ignorant, uncaring of Daniel’s humiliation. His terror. That was the sound of his heart breaking. Not with a bang but with a silent whimper, and the fucking dining noises of random fucking walker-ons in the background.

“Right,” he said. “Cool. So.” He eyed the rest of the wine in his glass, suddenly desperate to down it in one go but at the same time afraid his stomach might not tolerate it at this point. He chuckled awkwardly. “I'm, uh. I'm not hungry anymore.”

Abruptly, he got up, his chair screeching against the floor. He grabbed his bag. “Okay,” he said again. “Cool. I’m gonna–”

And with that, he turned tail and ran.

For once, Armand didn’t follow.

daniel thinking armand is so in love with all things human, maybe a ring would be a nice gesture, would also make this thing between them more solid, that armand would appreciate it and maybe it would even warm him up to the idea of turning daniel. but then armand says no

[vacantgodling]

Writeblr Interview

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

been on tumblr in some way since like 2013. been on writeblr specifically since like 2020-2021... ish?

What led you to create it?

ended up leaving twitter (back when it was still twitter) around the time the pandemic happened. i wanted to get back into tumblr because i'd been focusing mostly on twitter for awhile and the yeehan community/my old friends kinda weren't doing shit for me so i wanted to focus more on my original stuff. so i ended up making a writeblr when i heard that was a thing.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

how we really do just be on here talking about our blorbos and having a good time. its nice to have a place to escape with people who also get the importance of not being connected to reality at all times.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

i feel like ask games have kind of died down compared to how they were a few years ago so it'd be nice to make a resurgance of that.

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

honestly just post what makes you happy and actually interact with other people. just trying to promote your own stuff doesn't really work (unless you're an artist tbh) but interacting with other people and making posts talking about what you're making with enthusiasm instead of the "woe is me idk how to talk about my wips but i hope someone will talk with me... :((" like bro idk just talk about it. have a good time. you don't have to follow for follow or follow someone just bc they're a writeblr either i kinda hate that shit. like only follow me if you're actually interested in my shit and vice versa. but that's just a pet peeve. tumblr isn't twitter we are about having a good time here not about promo.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

that's a funny way to put this. rn its mostly been tcol just because i've been on a worldbuilding history kick because i've been cramming my brain full of a fucking alternate history youtube channel that my brain is mildly hyperfixated on. but my brain kinda flip flops around to any of my main wips when its convenient.

How long have you been working on them?

tcol's a wip i've had since i was 12 so like. pff 14 years at this point? jesus it sounds so old when i put it like that. paramour just had its 3 year anniversary on 6/19. vdtrt i've also had since 12. btaf is a couple of months old. like. maybe 2 months old lmao.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

tcol -> the video game etrian odyssey, lotr, history (in general) paramour -> there's so many influences frfr. but the original start was crimson peak and wanting to make something like that but also beauty and the beast and goth lit or whatever vdtrt -> percy jackson btaf -> twilight, but specifically the bella pregnancy arc

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

literally all day every day in some capacity

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"fantasy" i don't really talk to people about my writing at all in general irl anymore tho. just sets up for annoyance and disappointment.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

"fantasy" like. i really don't like people knowing about my wips esp if i don't think they have the bandwidth to appreciate them. not to sound uppity but like ik the people who i'm around and the shit that intrigues them is just worlds away from what i'm writing whether it be because its fantasy, because it's horror, or because it's queer.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.

so as of counting (and not counting the plethora of flesh blood recently added to tcol) i've got 419 characters and counting. this also doesn't include any of the ocs i have with my partner which is a decent amount. i'll just stick with the mcs of the main wips. so those would be:

hyacinthus, amon, darren, sjaak, biscella, azelie, piper, forte, deux, san, clear

Who’s the most unhinged?

least to most hinged of this list:

SJAAK -> amon -> san -> piper -> hya -> clear -> deux -> biscella -> azelie -> darren -> forte

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

hya and amon are the easiest to write because i've written them the most. darren is a close second but not first because his whole thing about not using adverbs really trips me up.

Do you ever cringe at them?

nah. i don't cringe at them. i disdain at them. but not really cringe. i get really bad secondhand embarrassment so i don't tend to make characters that make me have that actually cringe reaction.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

kinda a weird question for me but tbh i feel like its sort of a 50-50 situation. i tend to make characters firstly out of some utility (aka i need a character to fulfill this role in the plot) and then as i develop them its like the two of us become collaborators on writing the story together. sometimes characters can be a bit stubborn about what they do or don't tell me about their backstories (hya is notorious for this) but for the most part they can't really "hide" things from me or wholly not do what i want them to do. a lot of times i'm going to put them in a situation anyway, they just need to tell me how they'll react to it. if any of that makes sense.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

of course :) i sound kind of dead in this questionaire because i'm at work ready to kms. but, sending me asks or talking to me on discord/tumblr messages about any of my idiots is always loved

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

i look at the vibes of the account, who they are, if they have an intro and what kind of wips they're writing. i mostly only follow people if i see that their wips interest me. some exceptions can be made, ie: if they interact with a lot of my stuff first and we become friendly and i'm not following them i'll follow after the fact and then get invested in whatever they're doing. but on initial contact i like to see who you are and if your wips are interesting to me.

What makes you decide against following?

wips don't interest me or have things in their wips/in their sphere of focus that i just don't care about or aren't really my cup of tea. like let's say someone puts in their wip/personal intro that they hate fantasy. i write fantasy all the time. so like. probably not gonna follow you. that kind of thing.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

not often? i wouldn't mind it bc i actually don't follow that many people (always under 100) but this is bc i can't keep up with people that much and i want to make sure i properly give attention to others if i'm going to be invested in them. but like. i enjoy talking to people about my shit so like. /shrug. i have way more followers than i follow which is why i mentioned i hate when people follow me just bc i'm another writeblr lol. i'd much rather you follow me because you have interest in Me but like, i can't control people frfr.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

yeah! that's why i try to keep who i follow kind of in lower ranges. i have bad memory and it takes me awhile to warm up to people, but when i follow someone its because i want to be friendly and get invested in what they do. so like, i try to do that. i'm not the best but i do try.

[ourlittlesecretokay]

hi!! I know you are a very popular author and did get lots of engagement do you have advice on feeling “left out” so to speak in online communities? like posting on ao3 and getting very little engagement whereas others get hundreds of comments and things like that? I feel like in fandoms there’s always like a cool kid table and it’s a dumb thing to be sad about but it’s like damn why not me ya know? and I know everyone says you should write for yourself etc etc but it feels bad to get zero recognition at all esp when it’s something you worked hard on. idk im just feel bummed out maybe I took the internet safety thing too much to heart lmaooo. anyways hope ur well miss u love you!

Oh my godddd. Okay, okay, lemme organize myself.

Okay, so first off, I totally stumbled into it, and I think most of that has to do with how niche I will get. If you're writing something to fill a void, there's less seat at the table, you know? Doing something new, something a lil different. I remember freaking out over having two readers and texting my friend every time someone commented. And ngl, I still freak out over comments, they never get boring ahahaha. But also, reframing even the "small" numbers in yiur head, like, damn! Ten people read something? That's kinda bonkers when you think about it. People all over the world, putting in search filters, and you're what pops up!

Trying to break into a fandom is tough. There's usually already a "popular kids" table, but to keep with the metaphor, if you don't want to feel left out, find the table you ACTUALLY want to sit at. Join discords! Message people! Leave comments on other people's stuff! Get chatty! It's so much more fun to have a lil squad you can count on then trying to appeal to everyone. That can also help with the recognition stuff. I have a small group of people I know will read my stuff and give me their opinions, and they know I'll read their stuff and give my opinions.

If you want advice on how to build up subscriber count, my best guess is to put out a large net of stuff. Write what you enjoy. Don't be afraid to post half-baked concepts or just short lil stories. I know at least for me, if I really enjoy someone's style, I'll click through their stuff and look for more. Even if it's just a tumblr post like "what if..." I mean, damn, we had a whole symposium on the idea "Trader Joe's AU." People want to share ideas! They want to play too, you just gotta bring your toys to the table.

Also, keep it all in perspective. I've had things I loved absolutely flop. It's all just something you gotta take in stride. Write for you, absolutely, but also get comfortable. Get creative. Challenge yourself and actively work on expanding and developing your writing. And talk to other writers!!!!!!! I know that I generally recognize usernames, and if I see someone who I recognize has posted, I want to read and comment back. Or even just talk. If someone starts treating you like a lesser person because they're up on a fanfic high horse, that's just hilariously weird.

Pull up a chair. Make friends. Reply to comments. Brainstorm ideas. Enjoy yourself.

Love love love u 2 ❤️

[rainbowkpop]

MLM Sub!Vernon Headcanons

a’ight here wo go!

ok imagine his BF being like 5~7cm taller then him, w/ a grunge /punk rock / all-black style and bleached flat white hair

and if you see them standing 2gether vernon would look like the soft and smol one cuz he is

and when they cuddle BF has vernon’s head like nuzzled into his neck, and when he calls him vernon kinda like looks up w/ the biggest puppy eyes and BF swears in his head that vernon’s perfect cuz omg how can his heart survive that

but then it’s vernon’s turn to be smitten cuz BF says i love you in the most casual, tired/groggy voice ... like shit

and vernon suddenly smiles so wide and bright, that he made the evening back into day

ooo but then one night vernon comes back late from practice/schedules and he’s upset and really down and just flops onto the bed

and BF like comes into the room carefully ‘‘is everything gucci?’‘ like no everything’s noT GUCCI

‘’ i was just reminded how we’ll probably hide forever, ‘cause people wouldn’t accept us and if they found out  it would ruin seveen teen and ple-’‘

and BF just interrupts him and pulls him into a bear hug

and vernon actually teared up cuz he wants the people to know how much he loves his bf???? and how amazing he is’??? like??? how can he be so perfect????

but he smiles when BF just sits there next to him, holding him and gently rubbing circles into vernon’s back and he knew in that moment that he was absolutely in love with his BF

after like 10mins of just staying like that vernon calms down and BF sits him down for a serious talk about the issue and after that vernon’s feeling better ‘cause he found out how BF sees the situation and is amazed at how mature BF’s opinions on it were ‘’and wow i love you’‘

.....

ok domestic daily!vernon x bf

i can really imagine them sitting on the couch late at night, playing games both tired af and knowing they’ll regret staying up in the morning

but will they stop?

god no!

like at 2am they’re in the middle of a heated game (not that you perv) and if you didn’t know the truth ( that they’re soft BFs ) you would think they hate eachother because the amount of cursing and screaming at eachother

which is ofcourse not coming from the heart like they could never actually say that to eachother and mean it, god no

.....

ok Engrish speakeu! BF

If BF spoke english it would be 10000x better cause they would scream at eachother in english

and they both know joshua would kill them if he heard

but since joshua wasn’t there, they don’T CARE

...

but what if joshua is present?

god bless their souls and help them

ok jokes aside, imagine them being really close (especially if BF is a foreigner) and having a lot of english conversations which are just confusing for the rest of seventeen

but otherwise vernon knows the second 95′ line the rest of 17 find out he’s dating, the teasing won’t stop

and i can actually imagine 95′ line sitting him down like boi what are your intentions with our son *serious dads and mom* and BF would honestly be scared af probs cuz idk who’d be scarier of the three

...

ok Jealous!Vernon

it was a free night for 17 so they went for drinks in a karaoke

and ofc the underage members weren’t allowed to drink

so vernon got really upsettii spagetti when the other memebrs - including BF - got drunk

like how did joshua even get drunk would 4ever be a mystery to everyone

but basically Joshua and BF would be lowkey (read as: ‘‘highkey’‘) drunk and unintentionally very touchy with eachother

like

the karaoke is a small room

how dafuq did 17 expect to fit in 14 people

esp w/ dk and mingyu who are just taking up alot of space with their height???

but anyway back to the point

vernon saw all the BF on Joshua (or switched, whichever you like ;) ) action and he wasn’t impressed

and he was starting to get mad cuz he was bored and all the underage members were bored

and while joshua and BF sang together horribly vernon started pulling BF to sit next to him but bf was like noO I WANNA DANCE, U WAnNA DANcE? I WANNA DanCE! LOOK JoSH IS DANCING, IMMA GON’ DANCE W HIM YESSS

and as i said before, the room was packed af

like your private space was also the next person’s private space

so BF was basically grinding on fusing with joshua with how literally close they were

....

and i think we all know how the night ended

... vernon had to drag BF’s drunk ass home , thats what happened but BF was ofcourse being an annoying drunk like noO I WANNA GET TURN! IM GONNA GET SO TURNT! U WANNA GET TURNT? LEZZZGET TURNTTT!!!!!!111!!1100!

like there’s no help for that

vernon was literally praying that a car doesn’t hit them as he dragged BF home

and the legend says that BF slept on a couch for the first time in their relationship that day

....

...

..

OK THAT’S IT! I originally wrote this for my best friend, but i decided i loved this too much to not post to tumblr so this happened!

And like i knew this was quite a series but i didn’t know it’d be this long! [thats what she/he said ;) ]

ALSO!!! Sorry for any typos, i didn’t proof read as this was rushed :( [EDIT: I proof read it and got rid of any typos i noticed, but i might have missed some]

Ok but for reals, thanks for reading if you did! If you enjoyed it feel free to request (if requests are open) ! :)

Ty again!

~Aven