#i'm still exploring and getting to know myself as a writer

[hard-core-super-star]

keep it confidential, you make me feel special [W.Maximoff + K.Bishop]

pairing: domme!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x kate bishop

summary: wanda's the infamous editor in chief of a prestigious magazine, you're her executive editor and kate's your newest, annoying, assistant. what could possibly happen when she stumbles into wanda's office at the wrong time and finds out you two are more than co-workers? nothing good.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS GO AWAY! -> established dom/sub dynamics; office sex; power play; fingering; grinding; finger sucking because my hand slipped; praise kink go brr; mommy kink go brr; slight voyeurism [kate is a bit of a perv and a peeping tom]; technically triple [legal] age gap?; someone needs to notify HR lmao; R goes from not wanting kate around to wanting to top her which is valid, i think; no threesome yet tho

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: HI! i rewatched the devil wears prada a few months ago and this random idea came to mind and i just could NOT stop myself from writing it. and trust me, i tried 😅 i have no idea if anyone will be into this AU but i wanted to explore R in a different role than usual. but because of who i am as a writer, that will come in part two which i hope will be up sometime next week. wanda x kate HAS to be the rarest rareship but oh well, my hand slipped. anyway, please let me know what you think and if you'd like to be added to the taglist. for now, hope you enjoy <3

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Your steps are hurried as you make your way to Wanda's office, ignoring her assistant and her warning that the older woman is busy. You know damn well she's not busy, considering the not safe for work texts she'd just sent you.

Surprisingly, that's not what has you so hurried, though.

You push open her office door, straightening up as her gaze falls on you. "Do you need something?"

Instead of instantly replying, you shut the door behind you, making sure the windows are fully covered before standing in front of her desk. "Out of all the applicants, you chose the Bishop girl? I said I wanted an assistant, not a pet."

Even though she knows exactly what you're talking about, she still raises her eyebrow just to see you shrink into yourself. "Excuse me?"

You stand your ground as your stubbornness wins out over your fear of disappointing her. "Oh, come on, Wanda, there's no one around."

"That still doesn't mean you can forget your place," she replies, her no-nonsense tone taking a stand.

Instead of asking for forgiveness, you simply roll your eyes and cross the space between you. Wanda's hands land on your waist and she helps you up onto her desk before sliding her chair closer until she's between your spread legs.

"I'm serious, Wands," you try again. "Why her?"

"Because I said so," she responds, clearly teasing you. "And she was the best candidate."

"I seriously doubt that," you scoff. "What were her qualifications? Eating from a silver spoon all her life?"

"Behave. Why are you doubting me so much?"

Even though you're still a little annoyed, you force yourself to swallow said annoyances briefly. The last thing you need is to get into an unnecessary argument and earn yourself the silent treatment until tomorrow.

"It's not about doubting you," you reply with a sigh. "I just don't understand what your plan is."

The smirk on her face should tell you all you need to do, but you're far too distracted by her hands on your thighs to notice. "You don't need to understand, darling. You just need to trust me. I have no doubt the two of you will get along very well."

Her suggestive tone isn't lost on you, and yet you choose to ignore it. Maybe it's because of the trust you implicitly place in her or because her hands begin wandering, and she leans up to kiss you, and every thought in your head disappears.

Your argument is forgotten for the rest of the day (thanks to Wanda's skillful fingers) and you almost forget about Kate's existence.

Except, she shows up at the office, bright-eyed and smiley, two days later.

The mere sight of her makes you want to roll your eyes, but you force yourself to behave for Wanda. As much as you hated the solution, you were in dire need of an assistant and if the Bishop girl was your only option…well, you hated to admit it, but she was better than nothing.

Especially if having her around kept you from getting in trouble with your partner.

Despite your hesitations, the first few days were fine.

Kate was surprisingly good at listening when she wanted to be and her weird charm made her the best candidate for going out to fetch your lunch. Sure, it was a little juvenile to make her your errand girl, but what else was an assistant for? Your duties as editor-in-chief were overwhelming most days, thanks to how much of a perfectionist Wanda is, and an errand girl was exactly what you needed.

You hated it but…it turned out the Bishop girl wasn't the worst person for the job. Even you could admit that.

It certainly helped that she seemed to be quite…enthusiastic around you. You wrote it off as her being excited about finally having a job after being a trust fund baby all her life.

That became harder to do, though, when you saw the way she acted around Wanda.

The blush that stained her cheeks, the constant stammering only to ramble on about something completely unrelated to the topic at hand, the way she fidgeted with her hands when no one was looking. It was far more amusing than it should have been.

You were hardly the right person to judge considering the heart eyes you constantly threw Wanda, even at work. It wasn't like your relationship was forbidden, even if HR probably wouldn't be happy about it, but the two of you still preferred to keep things discreet. Not simply because of the nature of your relationship, even though that was a big part of it.

While your promotion to executive editor had come before getting romantically involved with Wanda, people still talked. She already faced so much adversity, you hardly needed to add fuel to the fire.

Maybe that's what made Kate's reactions so damn endearing. She was you if had allowed your real feelings to slip through the cracks all those months ago.

However, when you brought up your observations to Wanda, her reaction wasn't what you expected.

The two of you were in her office, far past 5 PM, sharing a bottle of wine and pretending like you were actually editing the newest batch of stories sent in by the writers for next month's issue. When the silence started lingering, you brought it up.

"I think Kate's got a crush on you," you say with a grin far too big for the topic at hand.

Wanda meets your eyes over the rim of her glass. "Me? Oh, darling, you're far too intelligent to be so oblivious."

Her words only serve to confuse you and you try to ignore the warmth in your cheeks as your head tilts to the side. "What are you talking about?"

She allows herself a laugh as she sets her glass down and pats her lap in invitation. You waste no time in following her wordless offer, the tension in your shoulders already starting to lessen. Her hands land on your waist and she pulls you in as close as physically possible.

Once you're settled on her lap, she speaks again, her eyes glancing behind you for a second. You assume it's her being overly vigilant as always so you pay no mind to it. "Darling, Kate is embarrassingly head over heels for you."

If her grip on you wasn't so tight, you would have squirmed away out of embarrassment. "What? That can't be true."

All she does is smile, her hands rubbing up and down your sides. You're not sure if she's trying to distract you or not, but your thoughts get scattered all the same. "Trust me, detka, she doesn't care about this place enough to be doing all your biding."

Slowly, the wires in your brain start connecting. The process is slower than normal, though, thanks to the wine in your system and Wanda's hands on your body. "Then why'd you hire her?"

Instead of answering, she simply continues her slow exploration of your body. Even though you know what she's doing, you can't find it in yourself to care. Especially when her hands slip under your shirt. "You keep questioning me and you'll end up over my lap with a sore ass."

It's technically a threat, and yet your hips move against her before you can stop them. Wanda catches you, of course. She's far too attuned to your body and the way it reacts to her words, even when you don't want it to.

Whatever her plan is, it's working perfectly. As usual.

And while you could sit there and take it, you much prefer to be a brat about it. Like always.

"Are you going to actually do something or just keep talking?" You ask, grinding against her firm thigh.

Her eyes shift again, that smug smirk marking her features once more. "But you like it when I talk you through it, don't you?"

Before you can answer, one of her hands moves up and she slides two fingers into your mouth. It's unexpected, but you respond instantly all the same.

Her other hand remains on your waist, guiding you against her thigh. It should be embarrassing you much you want her. How needy you are that even the briefest touch gets you so desperate.

Instead, it feels fucking incredible.

"Don't worry," she murmurs, pushing her fingers in deeper just to take in the face you make. "I've got you."

Her words are meant to be comforting, and in a way they are, but more than anything, they give you the permission you need to let go. To stop thinking so damn much after a day of nonstop work and worrying.

Wanda sees it. She always does. And even though she could tease you about it, a part of her always longs to take care of you. It's hard for her to trust anyone, let alone want them around. It's different with you, though. It's always been different.

She slips her fingers out of your mouth only to slip them down the front of your trousers, a wicked glint in her eye shining as she finds the wetness staining your panties. "Already, darling? Did you miss me that much today?"

"I always do," you reply, walking the line between vulnerability and desire.

"Oh, I know. You just need me that much, huh?"

Despite the question, she gives you no time to actually answer. Instead, she slips her fingers under your panties to tease your clit.

The contact makes you jump, your hips conflicted about whether to move away or closer. Wanda makes the choice for you, though, squeezing your waist while her fingers slip inside your cunt.

You clench around the intrusion, head falling back as the pleasure moves up your spine. The sight of bared skin only makes the older woman move closer, her lips latching onto your neck. She knows better than to actually leave behind any hickies, despite how badly you both want her to.

She doesn't give you any time to think about that, though, because all your focus is given to her fingers pistoning in and out of you. Her pace is just fast enough to keep you gasping for air in between moans yet slow enough to feel her knuckles grazing against your walls.

"Wanda-" You gasp, your hands blindly griping her flexing biceps as she works you up effortlessly. Well, almost effortlessly, if the way her muscles move beneath your hands is anything to go by.

"Nice try, sweetheart," she mutters as she grazes her teeth against your pulse point. "Just because we're still at work doesn't mean you can forget your manners."

You whine despite yourself. "Please, mommy."

"Much better."

Your reward, besides the sweet praise, is her thumb toying with your aching clit. Your hips buck against her hand as you chase after the release slowly building. It's almost unfair how quickly she gets you to this point.

Then again, it's a much better alternative than when she gets into a sadistic mood and edges you over and over again only to ruin your orgasm and leave you spent and shaking on her expensive sheets.

Today, it seems she's in a much nicer mood because she keeps her fingers moving. "Do you want to cum, baby?"

You nod instantly, the condescending tone in her voice making your brain melt. "Yes, mommy! Please."

She trails a few kisses down your throat while her thumb toys mercilessly with your clit. It's almost like she's waiting until your whole body starts trembling to give you the command you crave.

"Alright, sweet girl, let go for me."

That's all your body needed to hear.

Your orgasms crashes into you all at once, pulling you down until all that's left is the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your core. You can feel Wanda smiling against your skin as she slows down her movements, not stopping until she's sure she's wrung out every drop of your release.

You shift away from her when the feeling of her touch grows to be too much and she relents with a quick kiss to your jaw. "Good girl. You did so well for me, sweetheart."

All you can do is hum, your body already slumping against her. She chuckles at the action as her fingers find their way back into your mouth.

You're halfway to a much needed nap when Wanda shocks you awake with one simple sentence.

"If you're going to keep staring, you might as well come in, Kate."

Her free hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you against her even though all you want to do is run away. You've never let anyone except Wanda see you like this and you're not exactly thrilled about changing that right now. But, her embrace is still warm and if she takes care of the brunette's bad timing on her own, maybe it'll be fine. At least she takes her fingers out of your mouth to save you the embarrasment.

"I'm so sorry, I realized I forgot to drop off some paperwork and I assumed no one was here and then I saw you guys and-"

"And you decided to stop and watch instead of leaving." You don't have to be looking at her to know the smirk the older woman is wearing. "I didn't realize you were such a slut, Kate."

Wanda's voice lacks the harshness you had been expecting, but a brief glance toward the younger woman tells you she doesn't realize that. It's…cute, in a way. She looks like the most flustered deer in headlights you've ever seen and it weirdly works for her.

Kate opens her mouth a few times, trying to form words but failing miserably. The sight makes you giggle which makes Wanda glance down at you.

None of you seem quite sure of where to go, you just know Wanda's not mad and you're coming around to Kate's presence. Especially if being flustered means she's not talking all the time.

"Kate, if all you wanted was to be topped by Wanda, you didn't have to get a job here," you pipe up.

Your words seem to stun the room into silence and you shift enough to be able to watch the brunette's face turn an even deeper shade of pink. "I didn't- that's not-"

"It's not?" Wanda's eyebrow raise is almost inbedded in her tone. "You're not a good enough liar to try right now."

For a second, it looks like Kate is ready to run away from the conversation. But after a beat of silence, she rolls her shoulders back and straightens up, her chin held a little higher. "That's not why I applied to work here…and it's none of your business who I want to be topped by."

"It's both of us, isn't it?"

Wanda's question makes the brunette's confidence fall flat. "I...well, yes."

Despite the blush on her cheeks, her words are loud and clear. And they make you freeze long enough to realize Wanda was right.

Which just complicates things even more.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

Wanda comes up with the answer for that question before you can even blink. And before you know it, she's inviting the brunette to her place, a seductive promise of "working things out" is the only hint either of you get about what she has up her sleeve.

You ask her about it at least ten times after Kate leaves and the two of you start packing up to go home. She doesn't answer, of course, and you force yourself to behave and be patient even though the mere thought of the brunette being allowed into your private world makes your heart pound in your chest…and your cunt clench around nothing.

Maybe the Bishop girl isn't so bad after all.

[maddiebrj]

Guilt Weighs Upon Your Shoulders

COZETTE RAMBLINGS UNDER THE CUT:

I have not been able to get Cozette out of my head for well over a month now. I haven't hyper fixated this much on character in a good while. Cozette is just....so interesting to me for some reason.

I've always liked her as I found her bond with Connie to be really sweet, and she felt like this wise and caring woman. And yes, while I do understand that the twist of her being Zokket is predictable( I speculated to myself that she might have something to do with him), the thing I like about it isn't because of how surprising the reveal was, but rather the layer of depth that it adds to Cozette's character that I wasn't really expecting. And it's depth that I really wish got expended upon in the game. At first, I didn't think too much of it; we now know where Cozette was all this time. But then I saw how she acted after we freed her from Reclusa's control...and then after that, I started to think about her for more than 5 minutes and realized just how sad, confusing, and messed up Cozette's situation actually is.

I..I so wish we got to learn more about Cozette throughout the game because no matter how underutilized she is, I just can't help but feel bad for her. She got corrupted in organizing the destruction of the world she loves and is supposed to protect. Separating friends and families, kidnapping people and forcing them to work in factories, spreading glolm and further separating others. All to aid the rebirth of being that wants to destroy all worlds. And she just has to live with all of that. That definitely did something to her mentally.

I can't help but think of all that. And on top of all THAT, I just feel like this was a misoppurtunity for some good and interesting character interactions. I want to know what all the Concordians think of her besides Connie and Patriarc ( who is another character that I wish got explored more), I want to know how she views the Zok troops and those memos she wrote while in the Zokket persona, I WANT HER TO INTERACT WITH EXTENSION CORPS AT LEAST ONCE.

I want to know... what exactly made Cozette fall to Reclusa's grasp in the first place. Connie asks a good question to the Great Conductor: If Cozette really was controlled by someone else, why is she taking this so personally? And while I bet it has to do with what I listed earlier, the Great Conductor mentions that it has to do with her being taken advantage of a weakness she has and I'm sitting there thinking, "Oh okay, interesting...care to elaborate on that????." From there I tried to find something, ANYTHING on what that weakness might be and just...nothing. Those Grampy turnips that give some lore tidbits on some of the major characters? They say nothing about her. Her one sidequest involves her making a decision that you can't stop her from making and comes to regret. To this day, I am still trying to figure out what that weakness is. I do have some theories.

Overall, I have this feeling that Cozette isn't entirely happy and that her story in this game isn't complete. It feels like the writers introduced this interesting concept but weren't able to expand fully on it. I can only assume they didn't as they realized how complicated of a situation it is, and it would probably draw too much attention away from the main threat, which is Reclusa. Which, do not get it twisted, Reclusa. Is. AWESOME. But I am left with a bunch of questions.

Tldr: Cozette is very interesting. I wish her character got explored a lot more.

(Oh boy, sorry, this was so long. I wanted to talk about Cozette for a while. Please don't take this as me hating on the game. I just care so much about Cozette :))

[nqueso-lies]

Hi, so this is VERY RANDOM but I'd like to hear your opinion because I'm on the fence about it and I love you and your opinions.

So I like dark themed romance and I like bucktommy so I was thinking and I'm in the middle of writing a dark themed romance for bucktommy.

My issue is if that's too much? Is it okay to write something that is not fluffy, romantic or hurt/comfort? Because most of the works I've read are like that and they great and the fandom is amazing and that what inspired me to write again after 10 years.

I'm scared whoever going to read it won't take it well and I'm scared I'll start discourse and people making posts about my fic and pointing fingers at me. I'd just disintegrate.

I'm sorry but I'm having a meltdown since a month ago and still do. I write like one sentence and then ask myself "what's the point?" And close the writing app, and this is killing my brain because I'm already a slow writer and I'm struggling with English.

And to give you an idea about it, it has stalking, kidnapping and manipulation.

Should I tuned it down, should I drop it, should I go with what everyone else is writing, what 😭.

I'm sorry, but I really didn't know who should I ask but you.

You can choose not to post this and just give me an answer or just ignore me. I'd hate to disturb your peace if this ask attract unwanted attention, I'd absolutely hate that to happen to you.

I was going to answer this with an @ anon but I think it's important that everyone see your ask because it makes me sad.

It doesn't make me sad because you want to write dark romance for bucktommy, it makes me sad that you feel like you can’t because you'll be ridiculed for it. I can't speak for all bucktommy fans but I can say that there are currently dark romance themed bucktommy fics out there and they seem to be well received and I know I read them.

Imo, if the fic is tagged accordingly, then go for it. I'm currently reading a few mob boss fics that I would describe (as well as the writers) as dark romance.

There's nothing wrong with safely exploring things through art. How many people love to watch the show 'You'? Gallavich fic is heavy on dark romance. Bucktommy are legal adults.

I feel like the CSA fics really fucked up this fandom. That was completely different. Those fics were deliberately mistagged and sent to people to trigger them. That's not what you or other writers who properly tag their fics, are doing.

If someone reads your fic and it has a trigger in it that is tagged and they get angry that's on them.

For instance, and please forgive me, I'm not calling this writer out, but there is a bucktommy series about a very specific fetish that is no where near my interest levels... and you know what I do?? I scroll past it.

Just because I don't enjoy that doesn't mean others don't.

I would recommend turning on comment monitoring (?) to get a feel on the reactions, but I don't see why you'd have a problem.

Annie, please write it. Tag appropriately and have fun! It's what we're all here for at the end of the day anyway.

[jesncin]

the "jesncin SB94" discourse

since I'm already sensing discourse brewing and no doubt that it's going to cause a game of telephone and misinformation as people giddily join in on harassment, let me make it clear what actually happened for anyone who cares.

"multiple people including a Black reader called out jesncin for antiblackness on their SB94 webcomic and jesncin shut them down/dismissed them" is misinformation. What actually happened:

"multiple people including a Black reader assumed that just because jesncin introduced a re-imagining of Knockout as a queer Black fat woman, meant they were going to write something regressive and racist based on Knockout's canon history. Despite the fact jesncin never for any SB94 character, retold their story as a direct adaptation of canon"

People projected anti-Black assumptions onto my work, and then blamed ME for it. And demanded I take accountability for the things they made up about me. It's clear some of the people interacting with my AU are unfamiliar with my body of work and my many write ups on racebending in cape representation, because what soon followed was a bunch of baseless accusations, such as:

"jesncin thinks they're fixing the misogyny of SB94 by changing Tana Moon into a boy": I never claimed that my way is the only way to approach adapting and rehabilitating this character. And I find it ridiculous that in a fandom space of play where de-aging and racebending and genderbending characters is the norm, the minute it's a female character fandom despises, people will question your creativity. I know for a fact that if I didn't genderbend Tana into a school boy and kept her a girl, I'd still be bullied over this. Because there is a Pasifika writer on here doing that and is getting similarly bullied by this fandom. So it truly doesn't matter how many times I've explained myself on why I chose to genderbend Tana into a boy to explore queer Hawai'ian identity (because queer readings of the source material in fandom have only been afforded to its white characters), SB94 fans will stay mad. Recognize the anon who brought this up also called my version of Tana a "man" despite the fact he is a school boy, so the racist adultified language and charged response to my work is very apparent.

"jesncin shut down a Black reader calling out anti-Blackness in their work" again, this among many anons was a bad-faith assumption based on a character who was just introduced. The assumption was that I was apparently too clueless to know about anti-Black tropes regarding Black women historically and was racebending carelessly. No matter how many times I explained myself and my intentions, all people paid attention to was the optics that I was calling out a Black reader who projected something that didn't even happen in my work. Said Black anon also called my work "Kon and the afro punk scene and the merry band of heartlessly racebent Black characters" and made random assumptions that this included me racebending a character like Paul Westfield (who has not shown up in my story yet) as Black. Just because I called this person out for perpetuating racism in fandom by making such charged assumptions, people are saying I'm tone policing them. That's not what tone-policing means- I didn't insist they "say it nicer" for my ego, I pointed out that they were being cruel and presumptuous for assuming the worst of me. I'd say the same thing if they were white. Am I supposed to accept cruel dismissive assumptions about myself just because it's coming from another marginalized person? Nonsense.

"jesncin racebent Paul Westfield as Black" again, this character didn't show up yet in my webcomic. His name is mentioned as the name Kon remembers and assumes is his. This one is proof that some of yall don't know my body of work because people decided to explain my own AU to me by saying "well your Kal is white and you're not doing the Clex baby origin so therefore your Paul Westfield is Black, dummy!" (it was very rude). This one is laughable because my take is explicitly the Clex baby retcon origin story. I've already made it clear that Lex is Kon's clone dad in both metas and comics. This was supposed to be a plot twist I'd reveal later, but my version of Paul Westfield is white. So this was straight up fabricated based on bad faith assumptions specifically by that Black anon. That's how bad faith it was.

"jesncin called Knockout a queer woman despite the fact that it was canonized years later by Gail Simone" look, it really is up to personal interpretation whether an official canonization by a writer is the moment that character became queer or you include the moments of coding before as evidence to the fact the character was queer long before official canonization. I personally include when the character was coded as queer as a part of their queer history. Knockout was making horny one liners to women she fought long before Gail Simone canonized her as queer. Personally, I think that's part of the fetishization of women in SB94- the "sexually liberated woman" that Karl Kesel was portraying as "taboo women". Kesel would later agree with Simone's canonization, remarking that Kon would be bi as well. People are really frustrated that this is my personal take because they hate Knockout. Some people believe Simone's canonization of Knockout, canonically a child predator, as queer is homophobic and that is up to you. I think Simone read SB94 and got attached to characters like King Shark (who we have her to thank that he's still relevant) and Knockout (a red-head like herself) and wanted to do a soft reboot with them. How well that lands is up to you, but Knockout is certainly celebrated by some queer fans and I think they're allowed to enjoy what Simone brought to her character.

I felt an incident like this was inevitable- if it wasn't going to start with my version of Tana, then it was going to be Kay, one way or the other. The SB94 fandom is notorious for ignoring the sexism and racism that informs the original text and insisting that anyone who doesn't acknowledge Kon as a grooming victim is "erasing trauma". They'll always say "regardless of the narrative properly acknowledging it, Kon was a victim" but get real quiet when you ask them to recognize the other "not properly acknowledged by the narrative" fact that Kon neo-colonized Hawai'i in his original run. This fandom has found a way to moralize hating fictional women, and use that to gatekeep creativity in fandom. All this is ironic as this is cape comics. Where canon itself is as nebulous as the fan works made about it.

I can already see from this incident that blogs are blocking and un-following each other and causing some sort of schism in the SB94 fandom. I always felt like I was just kind of tolerated in this space whenever I posted an ambitiously deconstructive re-imagining that criticizes the bigotry inherent in the source material. Because this fandom really doesn't like to think about the explicit racism of SB94. So to see someone directly deconstruct it by rehabilitating the female characters they hated so much was probably really frustrating. And now because someone made multiple bad faith assumptions about my work, they finally have a moralistic reason for disliking me instead of interrogating that initial discomfort.

I'm actually not the first person to re-imagine Kay as Black/dark skinned. There's another fan artist on here with a webcomic they didn't get to finish who also re-imagined her that way. As far as I know, they did not get the same kind of harassment I did for it. But that's how this kind of discourse works, it's never logical. It's about ignoring someone explaining themselves and finding optics to take out of context to harass someone.

I really want this to be the last time I talk about this. It's put me in a bad space creatively. I used to find this fandom thing fun, but time and time again people make it a tiring community to engage in. This kind of clarification doesn't usually matter to people who need to hear it the most, but I hope it can at least do something.

[shelovesskiez]

INTRODUCTION

Surprisingly, it's easy to write about other things but hard to write about yourself. Here's my take on the introductory post. Though I'm still exploring myself, I'll try to let you all know about me.

I'm a silly ordinary human; I love being ordinary, as "we're all ordinary yet special." I'm on this platform to share some of my self-clicked pictures, as I love clicking photographs; it brings immense peace to me. I'd love to share something about life and my experiences. Although I'm a novice writer, I'll try to learn new things and get better. I'm trying to be a better human and along with that I'll try my best to make the people around me a better version of themselves. Let's keep hope and kindness alive.

This page is basically going to be my digital journal, and I'll try my best to be consistent, if you want to share anything let's connect, I'm all ears.

My hobbies are photography, journalling,listening to music, crafting ,exploring new things, being close to nature, skincare, watching k dramas,collecting coins, stones, flowers, stargazing, moongazing, and more. That's all for now, feel free to look around and have a great day ahead!

Shelovesskiez means she loves skies <3

°。°。I love snowfall☃️🫶🏻。°。°

Gentle reminder: Sometimes instead of finding answers, it's better to make choices.

~We keep this love in a photograph~

"There's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end."

Thank you for taking out time to know me🪻🍀🧋✨

[slushiesandshowtunesat3am]

Hey, I just want to open up a topic to discussion to see if anyone has an explanation for it, theories on it, or is just comfortable talking about it in general:

Has anyone else noticed any increase in dark content (dub con/ non con) and infantilization in x reader smut in the last few years?

And (quietly) is anyone else just the slightest bit concerned? 😁

It's getting to the point where daddy kinks aren't even being tagged anymore, and I just want to know if I'm going crazy or if anyone else has picked up on this as well?

I do know a lot of the fanfiction written on this app is to help cope with trauma, but I wonder if we're toeing the line a bit, you know?

Like yesterday, I was scrolling through the Joel Miller x reader tag, and, I get it, almost every fic is going to involve some form of age gap. But I did have to block a writer when I saw in the tags that the reader would be in high school. 18 yes, but high school nonetheless.

Not to mention the sexualization of the word kiddo/kid... I don't know.

Like I said, this is open to discussion, because I do want to see if there is some underlying reason for this. I've been on Tumblr for years and although I've always noticed some blogs with this theme (pink, princess, daddy kinks, coercion, dub con, non con, etc) it's always been easy to block and move on. I still do so now, but I find myself having to do it much more frequently.

I do want to say, if you are open to a conversation about it, here are some arguments that are not welcome:

If you are supporting the argument that certain dark content (dub con/non con) helps with trauma, but you haven't experienced that trauma, I will not be entertaining a conversation with you. Some kinks should not be explored. It's one thing if it's to cope with trauma. It's another if it's a fetish. We shouldn't be sexualizing something that women are victims of every day. Men do that enough for all of us. Argue with the wall.

"It's just fanfiction! It's not real." Human beings are influenced by the media/art they consume. They have been since the beginning of artistic creation. If you make an argument like that, i'm going to assume you are not educated enough to have this conversation.

[artsyunderstudy]

A YEAR OF WRITING AND ART

Hey friends! I can't believe it's nearly the end of 2024. I can't really believe everything that HAPPENED in 2024. It was a strange, beautiful, complicated year and I'm still digesting how I feel about it all, but one thing I know I'm grateful for is this fandom and this community and the precious friendships I've formed because of it.

Putting everything below the cut, since this is going to be long.

This year felt like a really tough one for writing, partially because of how much art I was doing and partially due to just being in a strange place about it. When I look back of what I accomplished it feels very scattered. In total I wrote about 70k words across 5 fics, two of which are still WIPs. My fic with the most kudos and bookmarks is Your Fragile Bones Are Mine.

One December Night (M, 11k)

I technically posted this on New Years Eve 2023 but it says January 1 2024 on it so I'm taking credit for it being from this year. Mostly because it's by far my favorite and also extraordinarily special to me. It helped me process a difficult loss in my family and I'm not sure I'll ever write anything that reflects my feelings about the holidays and the bittersweet nature of getting older quite so well. Plus it's got my favorite first kiss moment in any fic I've written.

The Art of Letting Go (E, 5k words)

Honestly it's such a miracle this horny little fic for EGF 2024 got written at all, but I'm glad it did. Like with the boys in this fic and their kinky experimentation and all the lovely complicated feelings that come with it, this story pushed me just a little outside my comfort zone. And that's a good thing.

Your Fragile Bones Are Mine (E, 40k words)

I think I was possessed when I wrote this fic. I've never churned out 40k so quickly. I have complicated feelings about this one, which makes sense because its a fic about complicated, messy, fucked up feelings. It was also a fic that was as much about the structure as it was about the emotional journey, and I really enjoyed crafting the narrative around the dual timelines. Nonlinear is a structure I'm probably never going to get sick of. I also appreciated going back to my roots with this one. I wrote my very first fic for this fandom about Baz's coffin trauma, and this feels like such an extension of those feelings over time. Write the trauma processing you wanna see in the world, etc etc etc.

Episode 6: Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps (M, 19k words) (WIP)

I guess we're continuing the theme of getting outside our comfort zones. I've never considered writing sci-fi before, I also really don't consider plot one of my strengths as a writer, so this one has been a particular challenge. But I love the character exploration and the chance to really get into worldbuilding, something I'm carrying over to future fics. It's taken me much longer to finish than I ever anticipated, but closing it out is one of the first things I want to do in 2025.

A Mild Case of Madness (M, 38k words) (WIP)

I consider this fic my white whale. I started it in 2022, the closest thing to an unplanned fic I've ever written, AND the closest to a comedy though I've been informed it's still angsty and soft. Who is surprise? The whole premise was "simon is unhinged, the musical." Do all the things, have all the fun. I 'yes-and'ed myself into absolute oblivion and whenever I return to it, it's a joy. I have the entire last chapter mapped out, and I think 2025 is my year to finally finish it. Hopefully with the boys happy and together, if still a little mad.

I was going through my art for this year and so much of it was for fic!

I have one for @cutestkilla's perfect gift fic for me, Hiding Out in the Open. The first kiss scene was so gorgeous I had no choice but to bring it to life. I also did my second (or maybe third?) illustration for her other fic, the INCOMPORABLE What's Left.

I became obsessed with all of @emeryhall's writing this year, but Only Creatures really dug its way into my psyche and I ended up doing four pieces of art for it. I can't recommend it enough.

@bookish-bogwitch really captured all of our hearts with bunbaz in both Basil Pitch's Diary and Wayward Bun and so I was completely possessed to draw a scene from BPD featuring him.

Notably, I also had the incredible opportunity to do a collab with Emery on Sidney Snow Grimm-Pitch, a gift fic for cutestkilla based on her version of the humdrum in What's Left. This collab was one of the best things I got to be a part of this year. Not just because the project itself was a joy, but because I had the excuse to talk to Emery nearly every day while making something for one of my very favorite people in the world. Plus I think the art is some of my very best.

I also did a couple of pieces for either my own fic or non-fic related, and spent a huge amount of time working on commissions that will hopefully finally be revealed in early 2025. So stay tuned. I think they are some of my best work.

When it comes to creativity, this year was a lot of feast or famine. I burned out pretty spectacularly, had a few emotional breakdowns, and am slowly figuring out how to pick myself up and move forward while still getting to make all the things I love to make. But one thing that I'm unendingly grateful for—the most important thing—is all the opportunities I had to create and/or nurture some really special friendships. This fandom is so precious to me. Even if I never made another Snowbaz thing again, it'd still be just as precious.

As someone we all know and love once said, "You're in me so deep, I wouldn't know how to dig you out."

All my love. Here's to a great new year.

@stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @valeffelees @ileadacharmedlife

@aristocratic-otter @letraspal @palimpsessed @whatevertheweather

@carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raenestee @shrekgogurt @whogaveyoupermission

@onepintobean @prettygoododds @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep

@c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature

@supercutedinosaurs @best--dress @messofthejess @mooncello @orange-peony

@confused-bi-queer @youarenevertooold

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @theearlgreymage @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @thewholelemon

@hushed-chorus @forabeatofadrum @roomwithanopenfire @rbkzz

@noblecorgi @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @skeedelvee

@drowninginships @talentpiper11 @fiend-for-culture

[curiouspupsicle]

Now I KNOW It's An Addiction!

Yesterday I linked to my first two published fics and my forthcoming human AU. But I started writing another story and now I'm about 10,000 words into a new human AU. And I can't stop myself!

Azira Fell and Toni Crowley bond over being rare beasts--women singlehanded sailors. They both chafe at the demands of others (Azira at the delivery captain Gabriel she crews for; Toni at the demanding guests in her charter boat business). They explore their interest in each other by buddy boating--traveling together but separately. Will they end up wanting more? In other news, I will post the introduction to my first entry in the Boat Omens category, Anchored, this coming Sunday, July 13. Since my beta readers are still working, I'll post new chapters each week until they catch up. Then I'll post several chapters a week. Subscribe to be notified when Anchored goes live. The introduction and first chapter are now posted. Read Anchored on AO3.

Anthony J. Crowley has it all. He's captain of the world-class sailing yacht Hellish and famous for his daring, viral stunts. Sponsored by the wealthy fashion empire Scratch, Crowley can't spend his earnings fast enough. And fans throng wherever he appears. Why does it no longer feel like enough? Does it have anything to do with Aziraphale Fell, his rival in the upcoming Bilton & Scaggs Round the World Classic Sailboat Race? Finally, have you read my previous bits of fluff in the canon universe?

Reunited - In which CuriousPupsicle decides to toss off a quick bit o'fluff but keeps getting interrupted by an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other. Apparently the two have "things to say." But c'mon. We know they couldn't possibly write a story any better, amirite? And my first story is below the fold. Sorry, it's not actually smutty. CW: 18+ for graphic with photo of sex toys.

Will You Ever Stop Surprising Me - Settling into life with Aziraphale after again averting the end of the world, Crowley wonders if he could become bored. Are there any surprises left between them after 6000 years?

Hopefully that will be it for a while. I do, after all, have to work on things people are willing to pay me for. Oh, and you fic writers who have been entertaining me for the past year? I blame you for this. You made storytelling look so much fun.

[yunuen]

love your fic so much!! you’re genuinely such a good writer. you’ve inspired me to write my own fic but im a bit scared about messing up the characters lol 🥲 do you have any tips on characterizing jayce and vik or characterization in general?

ohhhhh dude that's the best, highest compliment to hear that you've decided to write because of jellyfish, super flattering let me tell you!!!

i've been wracking my brain trying to decide what pointers i could give you but i genuinely wouldn't know. i don't think there are very many writing hacks for getting a character's voice right. it also hugely depends on when in canon you're setting your fic. i mostly just sit with myself and like. THINK really hard? i would say the biggest problem that we might have as fic writers is that it's difficult to fight against the tendency to bend the characters' personalities to suit the needs of the plot, trope or self-indulgent fantasy that we want to explore. that's not inherently bad as fanfic is by definition self-indulgent and characters WILL bend to suit your needs but it's how jayce gets turned into a himbo puppy that just apologizes all the time or viktor gets written as a mean, disrespectful dude sometimes: the author wants to say something and the characters have to bend to accomodate that particular scenario. not dunking on anyone it's just how it is! i am doing it myself as we speak! so the key thing is asking yourself, okay, i want this character to do X. would they actually do that in canon? if not, what would need to happen for it to make sense? maybe they’d never do XYZ, so instead of forcing it, you reinterpret the trope in a way that fits them. or you introduce external factors that push them into that scenario in a way that feels natural. in that same vein, i also think some people are afraid of having characters be messy. overreact. say one think and do the other. hold two clashing beliefs at once. lash out. but that's just being human. a lot of people want characters to be perfectly rational, or at least consistent, but leaning into that messiness makes them more believable (got some backlash because jayce snapped at viktor once and i'm still bitter because in my mind i did build up to it well) EDIT: ALSO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DON'T MAKE THE CHARACTERS THERAPY SPEAK. pls.

EDIT2: WAIT I'VE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING ELSE. don’t think about how to get a character to say a specific line. instead, think about how they’d convey that feeling in a way that feels true to them. maybe you don’t think a character would ever say, "i am sad." okay, so how would they express that instead? maybe they’d say, "i feel like i’ve forgotten how to be happy." same idea, but phrased in a way that fits their voice? random example but yaknow anyway post-canon jayvik is tricky because there's a lot of interpretations on how they would develop after S2. i know for instance that a lot of people think jayce would not give a fuck about piltover after being teleported to god-knows-where. i disagree. boom, we would write two wildly different fics and neither is inherently better or worse because of it. so at some point you also gotta trust your intuition. i would say too that you can read meta of the characters but you MUSTN'T let that inform your writing too much. i’ve seen brilliant meta and also takes so wild they made me do a double take and wonder what kind of psychoactive drugs the writer was on. and that goes for both random bloggers and super popular ones.

and don’t stress too much about getting everything perfect. they’re not real, and this is fanfic. it’s fine to mess up a little. christian linke won't @ u on twitter for it (or so i hope)

[jezuschristsuperstar]

loving your fics!!! do you have any recs or personal favorite sydcarmy fics or authors you would recommend?

Heyyyyyy💗 Thank you so much, this means a lot to me🥹💗

Do I have any rec and favourite sydcarmy fics???? Yes yes yes.

My favourite Sydcarmy fics and authors🫶

Legacy- Anonymous (toxic sydcarmy for the win, absolutely brilliant)

True Blue- Littlemisslots/ @sydneysrissotto (I am genuinely convinced that she is Joanna Calo in disguise. She knows something that we do not)

Anything by @emilybrontay (her work is so beautifully crafted, thoughtful, and effortlessly hilarious. Queen of baby fics. She puts so much care into them. God bless her and Eulalia)

The Cycles series- MissAmyShay (not necessarily sydcarmy per say but it is a beautiful spin on what goes on in the show. It is deeply introspective and we get to see into all of the characters. In my mind this is season 3)

Anything by Oysterknife/ @purposechef (that's sydcarmy Jesus- general consensus)

Hands full of Plates- Thesuncameout ( Absolutely beautiful. Definition of a slowburn)

The Wild, Wild Berry- Blissymbolics (I think about this fic all the time. So horny, so much depth, so delicious, and I'm going to reread it today)

Anything by Charmtion (in this case both the Sydcarmy and the Sydrichie. The writing is genuinely so poetic and poignant and I always find myself sobbing like a fucking child)

Seasons of Sydney- shewalksoverme (I need an update otherwise I'll die)

Nothing but the blood of Jesus- glitterslag (might I say, best sydcarmy au ever. Holy FUCK)

His private joy- tvfanatic97 (check out her spideychelle tings too, just brilliance)

Epicure- Jane3yr3 (another beautiful piece of art that had me sobbing like a child)

Forever- noangeleither (I wish it was canon, I could sell a kidney and a chunk of my liver)

Is this alright?- Blissymbolics (I wish I could write sex as devastating as mother mane, I wish)

Heatwave- Daydreamgoddess (hot horny hot horny yes horny hot...horny)

Eating for two- Blissymbolics (okay anything by Blissymbolics)

Do you like me for me- ogagia (just pure sweetness)

Love Lies- anongirl233/ @sarahsays233 (toxic sydcarmy sustains me)

Wishbone- evilbutter/ @sanmarzanhoe (a profound character study on Sydney, her relationship with her father, loneliness and abandonment that had me crying in my living room at 3am)

Burning at both ends- Anonymous (not sydcarmy. It is sydrichie. It is so hot and so well written and I revisit it all the time)

Sydney, baby, use your head- Ceselle1024/ @ambeauty (so hot and so earnest, I live and I love)

And I can tell that you're my good girl- Mariyanas (HORNY BRILLIANT EXXXCELLENT AND YES SHE DOES HAVE A PRAISE KINK)

Again and Again- 2shytheshippy ( This fic lives in my heart. It shatters me. A brilliant exploration of their dynamic and how their relationship is a work in progress through sex whether ot be good or bad. This was one of the first sydcarmy fics I've ever read and almost 3 years later it still ticks within me)

These are such talented writers. So much power within their hands and I'm so lucky to have stumbled across their work. I have a lot more, I might make a part two🤗

[selkdoll]

i don't smoke, until i miss you boothill x reader

summary: Boothill was never a greedy man, he didn't ask for much yet he received the whole world. Just you and your child, he really didn't need much else, yet the cosmos seemed to have made a mistake and tried to rectify it by taking everything away.

explored themes. possibly ooc or lore inaccurate. 1k+ words, fluff to angst. written in 2nd pov. play i don't smoke while reading this, trust. can potentially be interpreted as platonic, if you squint rlly hard.

from author: i haven't played hsr in a while, yet researching boothill's lore just struck the rdr2 writer in me. per usual, i can't let myself be happy with anything but angst so grab a tissue. i haven't posted a work like this online before so i'm highkey nervous, but i'd love to hear what you think! there is some bonus info at the end, but i hope you enjoy this! (she said knowing this is what she ends up writing:)

Boothill was never one to smoke a cigarette, the most he would get close to one was standing next to you under a tree after a long day. You'd still offer him one, even though he always said no, as an act of acknowledgment. He couldn't do that now, though, the smoke would damage his robotic body even if he weren't the one inhaling it.

He'd be perched down on a large root of the tree you leaned back on, staring at your boots in his peripheral as you watched the sunset. The river running in the distance, your horses chewing on the grass below y'all when they weren't nipping at each other, the livestock settled down in the barns, and dinner sat on the warm fire for when the two of you returned.

"What's next?" He asks, his eyes following the line of your boot up to your face.

You always shrug, as if you never thought so far ahead. He did, fairly often in all truthfulness, and you only knew that because of how often he asked.

"'Suppose not much next, is there? Keep doin' this, 'till we're old and gray, then someone else takes over. Life goes on," you answer, flicking the ash out the tip of your cigarette.

He watches the ash burn itself in the grass as he thinks about your answer. It was food enough, neither of you learned much besides farm life. No such thing as anything more for the uneducated, which Boothill wouldn't have any other way.

He didn't mind waking and talking to Nick about the farm as he waited for you to come down for breakfast. He didn't mind wounding up the cattle every day while you watch or watching the horses while they round about the fields with you. The crops wouldn't harvest itself and there's no one else he'd rather harvest it with than you.

Life was good and Boothill was fine with it.

Would he have been so fine with it if you hadn't been hired by Nick and Graey when he turned a teen? He was glad he wouldn't have to find out. They hired a farmhand and he got a best friend, even if he was jealous they hired you in the first place.

He thought it meant he wasn't enough for them, not helpful enough, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth and you taught that to him.

And, while Boothill never liked to say he was right all along, there was more for the two of you than the repetitive cycles you'd fallen into. Matter of fact, he couldn't believe he was so content with just that now that you both had a daughter.

Maybe if you hadn't left your cigarette pack up in your room, the both of you wouldn't have returned when you did. Maybe if he wasn't waiting on the porch downstairs for you to return so you could join him at your usual place, he wouldn't have heard crying a little ways off from the house.

"What am I supposed ta' do with her?" He looks up at you when you find him. The cigarette pack falls into your pocket as if the box itself might contaminate the bundle of purity crying in Boothill's arms.

"Dunno. She like ta' join us?" You propose, motioning towards the tree up on a hill that waited patiently for you two. (Now, three.)

Boothill stood, joining you at full height. "Looks like she might."

The red-faced babe looked between the two of you, tears staining her little cheeks. How long has it been since you seen a baby? Quite a while, yet your first instinct still is to smile.

"Looks like it indeed."

From that day forward, you and Boothill were parents. Not even Nick or Graey questioned it when you both returned with a child. Finding one seemed to be common 'round those parts.

And boy, did parenthood change just about everything? She already had her first pony picked out before she could even walk, little boots and a hat, a sass about her, too.

Boothill couldn't recall the last time he was near a cigarette, not after you gave them to him to dispose of so that your little girl would never find them. It was never just the two of you at the tree again, always you three. Two grown horses and a little foal, growing along with her.

Now this he'd have no other way.

He was perched down on the large root of the tree beside you, where you sat as well. He could see the little girl in your lap in his peripheral, which he turned to look at when she called him. 

For her, it wasn't Boothill, something more like "Papa." She had this little giggle in her voice when she said it and even after the most tiring days, Boothill never had been happier.

"What's it, sugar?" He asks, turning to look at her. You look as well when she crawls out of your lap and stands, waddling her way over to him.

Was this how the mares felt when their foal stood and walked over to them for the first time? If it was, he was jealous it took him so long to figure it out for himself. You looked just as surprised as he felt and neither of you knew how to respond. Nick and Graey taught him everything he knew, yet the two of you taught him more every day.

Boothill was never one to smoke a cigarette, but now he was the one flicking ash off the tip and watching as it burned the knee of his pants. Now he couldn't get the stench of smoke off of him.

It was nice, even though his metal body hissed in disagreement. He took another puff, then another. Would you feel betrayed that he never really disposed of the pack of cigarettes? He didn't know. But it was late nights where he thought of how he got them in the first place he was glad he didn't.

It was a brand new pack when you came down from the house, now it was nearly halfway empty.

Was this what it smelt like when the house burned? Did it burn the same way? ─ No, it couldn't have. This burn burnt good, this burn was all he had left of you. This burn reminded him of you and the sacrifices you made for your daughter, this burn reminds him of the two of you and all the sacrifices he'll make for you.

bonus information: | more here.

[ 1 ] "It was a new pack when you came down from the house, now it was nearly halfway empty." That's about how many times Boothill found himself thinking of you, so much so he needed something palpable. Y'know, because everything was burned so all he has is this vague smell of you? I'm sorry. He also has blown through other packs when he just wants to remember the comfort your presence had brought him at one point, he only uses your pack on those nights.

[ 2 ] Wanna know another kicker? Boothill knows for a fact you wouldn't have been happy if you knew he smoked, before his enhancements and after. You used to tell him that they were bad for him, which he already knew, but that was very long ago in the overall timeline of this fic. When he thinks about those times, he smokes another.

[ 3 ] He doesn't have anything to remember your daughter by, he might've if the IPC nuke came a little later so that she could've given him the gift she'd been working on. You might've been able to give him your gift as well, so he had something healthier to cling on to. Those are long since burned and buried, though.

[ 4 ] In the image thing, my brain is blanking on what it's called, the "Everyone you love is dead anyway" is a reference to "You're going to die anyway". Yes, that is the front of a Marlboro pack, lol.

[ 5 ] Alright alright, you've cried enough tears, but if you notice any other little details, I'd love to talk about them/hear your thoughts. I poured my soul into this so many thanks for giving it a shot!

all rights reserved to wishset. do not copy, translate, or repost. can only be found on tumblr as of 06.30.

[aft4rhours]

Hey guys! 🩷 Thank you so much for your asks and messages 🩷

Honestly I just wanna get something off my chest. Someone asked me if I'm leaving or using a new blog. Both? I made a new blog, but somehow the thought of coming back here still feels so uncomfortable. And I realised it's because I addressed and worked through the 'hate' part and all.

But... there is also an issue I have had with my own readers that I didn't expect to have.

Look, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having your kinks and all. My blog itself is pretty crazy.

But... it's fictional.

It seems not only 'haters' can't separate reality from fiction, but sometimes readers too.

There is a reason I have never called my blog a "kink blog" (again, nothing wrong with that!), but rather stuck to horror.

I have talked about this before but as my interest in darker shows and works grew, I wanted to write a horror story and I realised I had no idea how to, because I have spent all my life writing pg 13 romance and fantasy 😭

I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. So I jumped into deep waters with requests, hoping for inspiration, and for the first time tried writing horror AND smut.

I love storytelling, I love exploring new things in writing, so even though the smut part is so big on my blog, I always give my characters personalities and back stories (at least I try lmao) and dive into their mental state because... I love writing.

And I did always want my blog to be a safe space for everyone... but that's including myself.

And I feel like some people just.... I'm sorry I'm just gonna say it.

What do you mean you want a fic based on the The Burning Sun Scandal. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. 😭 What do you mean you want me to write about your cousin. 😭😭

Am I crazy??? That's a REAL tragedy, guys, and it's so fucking upsetting and disrespectful to the survivors. And no one even stops to think the author might be upset or triggered bc they're a survivor too or bc this is, again, A REAL TRAGEDY????

It's like watching murder on a screen. It doesn't affect you the same way a real life murder with a real victim would! But it might still be too upsetting or violent so warnings exist for that.

"Um you write non con that happens in real life too" absolutely. But I am not getting inspo from REAL CASES involving REAL PEOPLE and real trauma. The people, places, events, are MADE UP, and if any feelings or situations are inspired by experiences, they're MY OWN experiences, and even then my work is far from reality.

I am not glorifying Dahmer and writing smut about him ok?

😭😭😭

And the thing is we talked about this before and I thought I made that super clear on my blog, always.

If it wasn't before, then I guess this is the post I'm gonna have to pin somewhere.

I just... I expected this from the tea blog clowns, who are shocked a writer writes fictional non con but advocates for real victims 😭 Like you write about war and suddenly you're a real life dictator. 😭

It's OK to make mistakes and learn. I'm just so so so tired of dealing with people who don't care to learn and it almost makes me feel bad for writing here. I know I can't be responsible for my readers and I can't control who follows me. But just.

If it wasn't clear before. Even though I have this in my intro post.

I'm sorry if you were looking for something else, there are other blogs for that. I'm just a writer writing fictional stories.

The only Burning Sun Scandal fic I would ever write would be with all the men getting, literally, burned to death. 💀

Anyway. Sorry, I had to get that out, I feel like I have had so much to deal with on this blog and I'm just working through it.

Take care of yourselves 🩷 hope you're all staying warm and eating well.

I will be back around to check in soon, maybe edit a fic? Who knows, maybe getting this out will make me feel better. Love you sm 🩷🫂

[1tsstargaze59]

College AU Chapter 4 DROP 🧡💜

Sorry I didn't write for this AU in a while ^^" I got writers block TvT Then it was exam period in college and then the holidays- *oof* BUT IM BACK NOW, AND 2 CHAPTERS AWAY FROM THE END!!!

Actually, this chapter was inspired by @eechytooru 's artwork, same as the rest of the AU lol, but I mean specifically the doodle where they're playing chess in this post

(Do you guys have any idea how far I had to scroll to get this link??? XD) Anyway, you'll see why JSUT READ QISBWKSO-

Chapter 4 : Checkmates

Anne and Saddie, arms linked, walked up to the chess club doorstep one peaceful Monday afternoon. Anna had figured fewer people stay past class hours on Mondays, so there would be a lot less pressure. Having prepared herself for this, she felt a surge of energy throughout her body, and she had a smile from ear to ear.

"Thank you again, Saddie. You know, you really didn't need to accompany me, though."

"I'll be honest and say it was more for my nerves than your own," she admitted.

Anna-lee chuckled, "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning!" She waved goodbye to her senior and opened the door. The bright light of the room pouring into the hall.

Sitting at the front desk of the club was a smiling woman. She wore a knee-length blue dress with a subtle star pattern over a white t-shirt and a pair of blue ballerinas. The outfit was accessorized with a cute beaded necklace. Her blonde roots stood in harsh contrast to her bright blue pixie cut. Her style was so distinctive that Anne had no problem recognizing her. Her smile spread across her face just a little bit more.

Once the woman laid eyes on her, she sprang out of her seat and grabbed her hand to shake it excitedly, "Hello!!! Oh my gosh, I've heard so many good things about you! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"You have?," she asked, her voice shaking, "That's great, but hm- what was your name again?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I can get ahead of myself sometimes; I'm Jocelyn, Jocelyn Meyer, but you can just call me Joy."

"It's nice to meet you too, Joy! Great name, by the way," Anna-lee pointed out.

"Thanks," she humbly accepted the compliment, "I'm assuming you came to check out the club! Would you like a tour, or are you good exploring on your own?" She offered.

"Well– " Anna leaned to her right side, checking out the room behind Joy.

On the left, there were students having coffee and playing card games, comfortably sitting on an assortment of sofas. To her right, a row of tables had more serious students playing a variety of board games, including chess. The entrance's bright yellow light dimmed into a redish hue that gave the rest of the room the air of a casino night. At the very back, Frederick sat at a desk, cabinets, full of board games and other knick-knacks standing tall behind him. He was bent over a ton of paperwork, his eyes darting between two copies, marking notes from time to time in red ink.

"I wouldn't mind an explanation as to why the chess club has much more games than I would have anticipated?" questioned Anna.

"Great question!" The two walked into the club, on their way to the back of the room, "A few years back, we really were just 'the chess club' up until the previous director took her maternity leave. You must know her since she's in your department : Saddie?"

"Yes! She guided me here, actually. I mean, aside from Fred, who's mentioned it in passing," she chuckled nervously.

Jocelyn’s eyebrows frowned and her lips perked.

"What?" Anne asked, her voice shaky, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just still surprised he didn't mention it more considering taking Saddie's place was no small feat. The humble bastard," she elaborated.

Before she could explain further, they had reached Fred’s director’s desk. Anne had a perplexed look on her face. She lifted a finger up to her lip. 

“Fred, could you shed some light on that for me?” asked Joy, but the question flew right past him as he continued his correction work. The girls shared a confused look before Joy hit the desk lightly with both her hands, “Fred?” she repeated, raising her voice ever so slightly.

The man jolted back before looking up. In an instant, his face flushed, his shoulders tensed, and he jumped out of his office chair, hitting his knees on the desk. The yell he stuffed down came out as a squeal. He fell back into his chair, holding his knees as it rolled back, breathing in through his teeth. Anna-lee hid her agape mouth behind her hands, and Joy scrunched her teeth.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she apologized, “Are you ok?”

“Yup! Give me a moment,” he took a deep breath before standing up straight and waving 'hello' with an embarrassed look on his face, “Hi Anna-lee.”

Anna smiled nervously, returning his little wave. Joy side-eyed her and smirked, “Fred, why haven't you explained to Miss Tyson how you got this position?”

“I... I don't really like to brag,” he responded honestly, returning swiftly to his work.

"Aw, it's not a brag! It's like, like... history! Of the chess club! Come on, tell her!" Joy poked his arm.

Anna-Lee's face lit up, "I like history!"

Fred sighed before explaining without looking away from his paperwork, "When a director leaves their post, the members of the chess club play a chess tournament in which the winner gets to become the new director-"

"He won the last tournament and hasn't lost a single match since!" Joy cheerfully finished his tale, clapping her hands together, proud of him.

Frederick's face flushed red, his eyes rolled in annoyance, and he smiled. Anna-lee looked at him in awe. Then, her brow frowned nefariously, "How offended would you be if I said I didn't believe you?"

He looked up at her again, this time with a serious look on his face, “... Is that a challenge?”

The next thing they knew, they were sitting face to face at a table in the center of the room, the chess board printed onto its surface, patiently awaiting the war of pawns. Jocelyn and a few club members as their audience. The tension in the room was slightly off. Everyone could foresee the outcome of the match, yet Anna-Lee's pure excitement and general brash attitude still had the small audience shaking with anticipation. Joy was referee; she flipped a coin to determine who goes first. Fred guessed his head, Anna guessed tails. The coin landed on tails, so she moved her pawn first. He did the same on his turn. The back and forth went on for five very silent, very focused turns, at least for Anne, who knew who she was up against and tried to do her best. Fred calmly swirled the coffee in his mug after every move, taking a sip from time to time, a smile plastered on his face.

“Checkmate,” he whispered after his fifth turn, having moved the black rook diagonally to the white king.

“Huh? But- Huh,” she scratched her forehead and threw her hands in the air, “I lost.”

Everyone sighed knowingly and casually went back to their own games, “Well, Joy did try to warn you. Hopefully, this didn’t upset you... and you still want to hang out in the club?” asked Fred, nervously hiding his face behind his mug. 

Anne reached over the table and grabbed his left hand, holding it with both of hers, “Let’s play again,” she said dryly, a fire burning in her eyes. 

He looked over at Joy, hoping she’d have something comforting to say or do, but she simply shrugged and went back to the front desk, leaving the two alone, more or less. He smiled at Anna, his eyebrows shaking nervously. 

They played for so long; they had lost track of time. At first, he counted the games he’d won, but he stopped counting after 12; determining that she wouldn’t stop playing until she’d defeated him... He tried giving her tips, but she wouldn’t listen to any of them, saying she preferred to figure it out on her own. Fred couldn’t help but feel bad, not only because playing against a novice this many times made him feel pity, but also because he was genuinely enjoying seeing her plan her moves and get excited over even the slightest bit of progress only to fail anyway and get frustrated. Every time Anna failed, however, it just fueled her passion more. She was frowning almost the entire time, but he thought she looked adorable regardless. Fred silently smiled to himself. Her king piece fell over and over until the club room was left completely empty.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, um, whatever is going on here-” Joy walked up to them, waving her hands at the situation.

“It’s war,” clarified Anna-lee, a straight look on her face.

Joy giggled, “Sure! But um, it’s getting late, and I’d like to head home now.”

“Oh my gosh!" Anna yelled, looking down at her watch, "6PM?? I’m so sorry! I’ll leave now!” She jumped out of her chair and grabbed Jocelyn’s arms, hugging her as thanks, then swiftly running straight out the door. Before she left, however, she peeked her head through the door to say one last thing : "BUT! Don’t think this is over, Frederick! I will defeat you! MARK MY WORDS!” And she slammed the door shut.

The math teachers were left speechless. Fred swirled his mug one last time.

“Hey~ looks like someone's made a rival,” Jocelyn teased him, hitting his left arm with her elbow.

Fred tried to take a sip of his cup, but his tongue was left dry, “I think I’m gonna need more coffee.”

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For the next few days, Anna-lee showed up at the chess club after class, asking Fred for at least one match, to which he’d concede. She became an official member after her third day. Their games got progressively longer. She’d smile at him every time he realized she'd made unexpected progress, but no matter what technique she tried, Anne would always lose. Despite this, Anna-lee loved playing against him. Something about the competition, the goal she’d set for herself, made her feel alive. She had researched the history of chess and various chess strategies on her own time; spending hours sitting in her bed, curled up over her computer screen, reading. If she was to play against anyone else, she would most likely win, or at least she likes to believe that she could, but ultimately, she didn’t want to beat anyone else. She wanted to defeat Fred. Anna hasn’t had this much fun in a while. Now, when she enters the club, she feels right at home. Where she belongs. The red velvet walls give her a warm, comforting embrace. 

She sat at the chess table in front of Fred once more, holding out a coin.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said.

Anna flipped the coin, guessing heads. It landed on tails.

“Darn!” she cursed under her breath, which made Fred laugh.

The black and white checkered pattern of the board matched his sweater vest. Oftentimes, as silly as it sounded, Anna wondered if it gave him some sort of advantage. It almost seemed like every piece on the board was on his side, like she was playing against the game itself. Perhaps it was just an impression she got from not looking at him- enough? Her eyes darted up at him, and she was reminded why she so rarely does so. His dark eyes seemed to have no end. It was as if looking straight up at a clear night sky, the endless sea of stars glistening with hope. She swallowed and looked back down at the game; shaken by how much she had to live up to. In a sharp move, she shoved her bishop across the board; seeking some kind of struggle from him. Instead, he smiled and moved his rook, taking her bishop. Anne scoffed, face flushed.

“Sorry Madam. I will say, you’ve gotten much more confident with your moves,” he shrugged his shoulders ironically.

“That’s not fair. You distracted me!” she playfully pointed at him, her yelling grabbing the club members’ attention.

“How?” he chuckled.

“Huh-" shit-, "with your wits! I guess-”

"...True, I am a scientific calculator; you’re more like a novel,” he boldly stated.

“Huh?” Anna-lee muttered.

The room fell silent.

“I, wait, I mean-”

He scrambled with his words, trying his best to piece together an apology, but it was too late. As seconds passed, the silence in the room rang louder and louder in Anna's ears until she was deaf with anger, “No, you’re right! And you know what? You can have your win! We both know how this ends anyway, right?! Screw the rules, screw your stupid club rules : I FORFEIT!” 

Anna-lee grabbed her things and stormed out the door faster than anyone could process what had just happened. Fred cowarded in his seat, frozen by fear and shame. A dark, misty cloud closed in around him, causing him to shiver.

“Hey,” Joy said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her, speechless.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said, but then... why?”

All he could do was shake his head.

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It's been a few days since the two have spoken, and Fred still feels awful about it. Anna-lee had been avoiding him, missing their usual meet-up times on tuesdays and ignoring him in the halls. The only moments she even acknowledged his presence were at the chess club. She came in every other day to challenge him to a match, but only under the condition they did not speak during the game. He had no idea why he kept accepting this. He needed to talk to her about this, but if he did, it would break her trust, and she'd probably stop going to the club at all. He'd never see her again... over a game of chess? No. This was his fault. He had to fix this. He had a plan, but he had a strong suspicion that she was not going to like it.

Tuesday, after his class, he stayed in the classroom for as long as necessary. Just as he thought, Anna-lee showed up 15 minutes before her class began, way past their usual meeting time. When she entered the room, her eyes widened at the sight of him, and as she spun around to leave, her face frowned.

"Wait! Anna-lee, can we talk?" Fred rushed to meet up with her in the hall.

"What is there to talk about, Fred?!" She turned around to face him, "I thought I was finally getting closer to you, being curious about an interest of yours, but clearly, I was wrong to think we could even be- compatible, since you've shown you don't actually respect my discipline!"

"I didn't mean any of that!"

"I don't care! All I want is an apology!"

"But you yelled at me and ran out without letting me apologize! And you're doing it again! How am I supposed to make it up to you if you won't even TALK to me!?"

Anna was taken aback. She was speechless.

"... Will you please listen to me?"

"OK- go on."

"I didn't mean to insult your discipline. If you know me at ALL, you know how much I respect youand I'd never insult you intentionally. I was trying to come up with a... a 'roast'? You know, playful banter, like we usually have, but I said the first thing that came to mind, and I didn't think about what I was saying until... well until I had said it," his voice got weaker and shaky as he explained, his body folding in on itself.

Anna's face softened, and she stepped closer to him.

"I'm sorry. It was never my intention to insult you or your intelligence..." With his next thought, he gained some of his spirit back, "Actually, you're one of the smartest people I know."

She looked a little surprised at first, but then she smiled.

"You're smart and funny," he complimented her, slowly holding out his hands to grab hers and gently guiding her closer to him, "And if we ever were to get lost in a crowd of people, I know I'd always be able to pick you out amongst them, because you are radiant."

Anna-lee giggled, her laugh causing her to lean onto him, "Oh Fred, never change," she gave him a hug and sighed before pulling away to look at him, "You're right, I'm sorry I didn't speak to you sooner. I let my feelings get in the way of problem solving, and it just left both of us in an uncomfortable situation. I was acting childish - c-could you forgive me?" Her voice cracked, and her eyes shined. She clung into his sleeves nervously.

"Of course! So long as you forgive me," he raised his left eyebrow, tilted his head, and smirked.

Anna-lee chuckled, "Don't waste my time! I have a class to give!" She pulled away from him and walked up to the door.

"But you do forgive me, right?"

"Yes, Fred, I do."

"Great! I'll see you... after class? At the chess club?"

"Yes sir! And you better be prepared for the match of a lifetime!" She threatened him playfully.

Fred smiled, a sappy, enamored smile, as he walked away, wishing 3 hours could pass by as quickly as 3 seconds would.

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"Prepare yourself, Fred, 'cause I'm about to rock. Your. World!" warned Anna-lee, sitting across her opponent at the chess table.

"Should I be scared or intrigued?" asked Frederick with a shaky voice, making sure he was in the right mindset before the game.

"Preferably : both."

"OK, good. Then consider me prepared!"

(Author's note: GET A ROOM!!!!!)

Every member of the chess club was present for the match, impatiently leaning in to watch the show. Joy was very excited for this particular match, as her friends had finally gotten back to their usual banter. She refereed once more, flipped a coin and determined Anna would go first.

With each turn, the tension in the air strung itself just a little tighter. Fred was smiling like a dork at first, happy to be playing with her like normal again, until he realized that she was taking quite a few more of his pieces then he'd like. Did his feelings get in the way of his strategizing? They haven't gotten in the way before; what gives? Everytime he made a move, Anne swiftly countered it. Eventually, he understood : Anna-lee was using his own technique against him. His face melted into a frightened shock, his mouth agape. When she saw this, she smiled devilishly. He looked up at her, his hands starting to shake nervously, then back down at the board. He swallowed. The tables had turned. A drop of sweat trailed down his jawline. The back and forth went on for five more very silent, very focused turns, at least for Fred, who knew what he was up against and had no idea how he could win. Anna-lee calmly moved her pieces, a smile plastered on her face.

"Checkmate!" She shouted and jumped out of her seat once her queen had finally, finally cornered his king. The whole room burst into cheers and hugs; she had accomplished what they'd all thought to be impossible!

"YA!!! I have been waiting to use these for so long!" Jocelyn jumped at Anna, throwing a cape around her shoulders and placing a handmade paper crown on her head, which filled her heart with joy. With all the club members surrounding her and congratulating her, Anna's cheeks started to hurt from how hard she was smiling, a tear almost forming in her eye.

Fred was still sitting down; leaning over the board in disbelief. He lay his head in his left hand and picked up his king piece; sliding it over next to her queen piece, "Congrats," he said, in awe of her. Soft. Humble.

Anna-lee blinked twice and froze; her breath was cut short. For just a moment, everything else ceased to be. For just a moment, she looked into his eyes and got lost in them again.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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The chapters only get longer from here, sorry gang XD

Redraw reward of my doodle from the last chapter as a thx for reading uvu🧡💜

[risu442]

Jeff Satur in his own Words - #Legend interview

Q: Are they any ongoing projects or creative works you're focusing on right now?

J: These days it's mostly festivals. I also have a show coming soon and there'll be an EP in english as well as new songs. This year I'm focusing quite a lot on music. Last year the work was very varied. This year there also will be concerts. Towards the end of the year I'll be producing a series called "Happy ending".

Q: Is there a song of yours that you feel especially connected to?

J: If I had to pick a song that feels like the origin of many things it would be "Why don't you stay". It marked the beginning of a journey, a spark that unexpectedly set many things in motion. Back then after exploring various carreers I returned to acting full-on. People forgot that I was once a singer 10 years ago, things like that. That song brought back my identity as a singer and reminded people "Oh, this is that Jeff Satur".

Q: Your music videos often carry hidden messages. How involved are you in the creation of your music videos?

J: I'd recommend watching my latest music video 'Ride or Die'. It was one of the most exhausting shoots I've ever done. You'll see why once it's out. Recently, I've been listening a lot of Elvis\laufey along with jazz, blues and soul with old-school vibes. It makes me feel refreshing and breath easier. (Thanks for answering but not the question- Risu)

Q: Do you have any plans to release an international album in the future?

J: I've been working on songs with a producer in Sweden and there are quite a few we've written. The opening track for the EP, in English is Ride or Die. Ride or Die is like a bird without legs - it has to keep flying because stopping means death. The song is faster than anything I've done before. Most of my tracks are slow or mid-tempo, this one is truly upbeat. I think it's going to be so much fun to perform live and hope everyone will rock out of the hook.

Q: We've noticed that your concertfashion is always fun and fancy. Where do the ideas behind these looks come from?

J: Usually, I just wear what I bought that day because there's no choice. Just kidding. I want every show I perform whether it's the setlist or the performance itself to be unique, not just the same show repeated over and over. I don't see it as simply playing a concert or anything like that. For me it's about creating a fresh show everytime. Even outfits, like, what will I wear today? Things like that. It's the fun in deciding wheter tomorrow I want to wear the same kind of clothes or stay in my comfortzone. Honestly, I'm a person who get bored easily. Even with the setlist. So I always want to make it diffrent and unique. For each show I gather references and brief the team. For instance, if I perform in the North, I want to incorporate elements that reflect the North region, add it as a gimmick while staying true to myself.

Q: If you could collaborate with any artist in the world, who would it be?

J: I'd like to work with Elvis though he is no longer with us, but truly still willing to work with him. His comeback era is so inspiring, it's magical. Singing alongside him would have been incredible and a huge experience for me.

Q: Your song 'Rain Wedding' has recived great feedback. Could you share a bit about the creative process behind this song?

J: Actually the song 'Rain Wedding' something I wrote a long time ago. I had told my fans, 'Khun Wan-sao' - You know, there's going to be a song about a wedding, about the rain. That's how it started before evolving into the version you hear now. I completly reworked it, keeping only the chords and the first verse. I deconstructed the song delving into the lyrics along with recapture that feeling of 'Thongkham' and bring them back into the song then wave it into the melody. This song, I collaborated with khun Vivi who's both a songwriter and a writer. Then, her skill is truly brings an added elegance to the song. Then, I incorporated my own elements, tweaking certain parts and adding new ones. I remember that the phrase 'Hug Jao Lai' was there from the demo version. It just came out naturally. So was 'Yam Muea Fon The Long Ma' which has been part of the song since the very beginning, which I produced it, naturally. These became signature lines that I kept intact. The whole process was incredibly fun! And it's incredible how many people have gone to see the movie and shared their thoughts, saying: "Wow, it feels completly diffrent!". Watching it changed the meaning of the song entirely. It's reached a point where people watch the film just to discover how the song's meaning evolves. Initially, it's a love song, but later it becomes... something else.

Q: As someone who has overcome challenges: What advice would you give to those still searching for themselves?

J: The diffrence lies in self-awerness, I belive. Often we live under pressure without realising it, pressured by our own expectation and the others'. It's a normal part of life no matter the profession. But the moment we become aware of it we free ourselves from the unspoken rules of life. That awerness allows us to move forward without constantly worrying about whether something is "good enough" for this person or that person. Sometimes we forget that the most important thing to focus in life is whether we, ourselves are happy with what we've done. Success is fine, it's how society defines who has "made it" and who hasn't. But it's not necessary for us to strive to meet those. It's just life, and the question is: Do we enjoy what we're doing? No one can hold onto a throphy forever, at some point, we all have to set it down. So enjoy success and enjoy failure as well. In the end success and failure don't really exist. What remains is simply whether we loved and found happiness in it.

Q: Who is your #Legend?

J: It's still Elvis for me. He continues to inspire me deeply such as how he performed on stage. I watch his performances repeatedly and it's not just about singing or acting. He poured his souls into his shows. Even if I didn't understand any about music but I belive I still feel the spirit he conveyed without the need of knowledge to understand. That's what we, as artists need to preserve. I'm working in an industry driven by a huge amount of trends. The best thing we can do is not let those trends control us. Staying true to who we are and creating art that genuinely represents us is vital. That's what Elvis taught me, learning from mistakes and be the real artist that truly communicate to audiences, with heart.

Q: Could you tell us about 'Khun Wan-Sao'? Could you share a memorable story involving your fans?

J: Hmm, what truly impressed me is seeing Khun Wan-Sao and other fans following us to diffrent places even to provinces I'd never been to before. I aimed to visit all four regions of Thailand seeking festivals that truly represents each regions. Sometimes, I confuse about the names like Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai, but still want to reach every part of the country. What's heartwarming is people came sang along our songs and some even showed up just to hear us perform. That's incredibly touching and it's moment that reminds me why I wanted to be a singer. And it's because of the privilege given to connect with fans from all over.

[beomiracles]

𝓦𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒' 𝓦𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

hii ! in spite of my account currently being shadow banned I still wanted to make a little wrapped of the year that was. (I've seen a lot of creators on here do it, though I'm not sure who started it so if you know of anyone I can credit for this please let me know)!

#serene adds ✎.. where to even start >.< ? in February of 2024 I started writing/or more like dumping my thoughts onto a doc and then posting them lol. I never in a million years excepted to finish the year with nearly 1.7k followers and so so much support. This year has allowed me to express myself creatively and explore the world of literature in ways that has both challenged and helped me grow immensely and I'm forever thankful!

𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 None of this would've ever been possible without you guys ! Your continued love and support for this little blog is what keeps me going and interacting with you guys never fails to make me smile <3 I love to be equally excited over the things I write with you guys, and you've never done me wrong in any way. I don't know how to ever express my gratitude towards you enough, but I do truly, love each and all of you <3

..and now for the wrapped !

𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝟑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

THE REDEMPTION OF CHOI YEONJUN At 2085 notes trocyj is without a doubt my most popular fic of the year! Posted all the way back in July yet it still gets recognition almost everyday, I'm beyond amazed. You guys liked the concept just as much as me and I'm so excited for its long awaited sequel to be released soon!

NOONA'S ROOM With 1044 notes Noona's Room proudly takes second place, and I'm so happy with this fic! Definitely wasn't one I expected to blow up like it did but I'm forever thankful nonetheless. Brother's best friend trope is a classic :3

THIN WALLS Now this one took me by surprise.. Posted in literally February of 2024, Thin Walls is my second oldest work, ever. The writing is beyond poor and the parts are short. However I can't deny that there's a certain charm to the grammatical errors and the awkward story telling. It shows my growth in a beautiful way I think.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

A MOMMY'S BOY

I think it goes without saying that this fic is beyond my favourite. I talk about it too much for it to go unnoticed. AMB is one of my most emotionally deep works and I think that the storyline flows in a perfect way. The characters are fleshed out to my liking, the smut is divine and ties the plot perfectly. The ending is my favourite ending to ever have written, the way the title ties into the story has me on the floor, in all, I love A Mommy's Boy and will continue to boast it for as long as I live.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 One thing about me is that when a fic sticks with me, it sticks. I have read so so many beautiful works this year, but the three that stood out the most to me would be the following:

Divnity for the Damned by @koqabear The storytelling of this fic is so compelling, it draws you in like no else, immersing you completely in the plot. I love the dream aspect of the fic (without spoiling too much) but it's such a niche yet important detail to the entirety of the fic that I feel most writers would just skip over. The ending catches you so off guard yet it's so completely perfect and makes so much sense that you wonder how you couldn't have seen it coming yourself. Perfect fucking fic, cries.

.3:13 a.m. (m) by @agustdiv1ne Onto my long vampire agenda. I've consumed every pixel of vampire!txt that I could possibly get my hands on. This I read back in march, but it's the one that has stuck with me throughout this year and that's why I feel it deserves this mention. The writing, the longing and the yearning. The way he literally cannot hold himself back, I am going to die on the vampire beomgyu hill and I shall do so with pride. This fic had everything I'm looking for.

(sort of) fucking annoying neighbour by @hyewka This fic. I love the idea of cocky Yeonjun being put in his place. There's just something so oddly satisfying about the whole build up of this, the growing tension, Yeonjun's cockiness but also his blatant obliviousness is fucking perfect. Then again, anything by rana I will absolutely devour like I was on death row being served my last meal.

𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 This year has been on my mind a lot, huge things are to come my way, like graduation! And while I'm nervous as shit for most of them, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement too! This year is going to be my year, and I have so many aspirations for it !

I want to finish Criminal Conscience! The series has been on my mind a lot recently and it's something I've been meaning to get around to for the later part of last year as well, I'm hoping that now can finally be the time!

I want to experiment with different au's, explore the depth of my writing skills.

I want to write something big.

And most importantly I wish to be happy and continue to thrive on this blog <3

2024 was amazing thanks to you guys and though I've had a lot of hardships outside of Tumblr, being on here always made me feel better. I'm wishing for an even better 2025 for all of us ! Love, Serene.

[kittysarchive]

Hello! i'm back again, idk if u remember me from before, but i would like to send another req of a yandere!enhypen with a sensitive reader. (emotional wise and sexual, im so sorry i'm a yandere and smut writer myself and seeing ur stuff is so good i'm sobbing.)

Not my best :(

warnings- soft yan, smut, sensitive reader, reader is far into Stockholm syndrome, playing with readers feelings? lmk if i missed any

"Your squirming" His breath fans over your face as his cock is barely in your pussy.

"T-to much" You cry out from his size. From the sheer size of his cock, of his whole body made you extra needy... extra sensitive.

"I haven't done anything" He moves away from your face, pushing more of his cock inside you. Holding onto your shoulder as he thrusts into you small pussy, he brings a hand to your nipples. Squirming as he touches you there, it was like a jolt of electricity ran through you.

"So cute" He hummed as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, causing more jolts of electricity to run through your small body. Grinning as his touch sends jolts, as he had control over how your body reacts to him, he gets the urge to do more....

"Try to stay still" His hips slow down as he explores the rest of your body.... finding where you reacted...learning from it.

Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon

Rising up from your cunt, your whole body trembled as his cold hands found home on your tits. The cold causing a trembling, you tried to fight back the feeling.

"Sensitive?" He laughs as he grips your tits harder. You nod, biting your lip, hoping your squirming isn't seen from him. Squeezing the plushness of your breasts, he fists his cock in his hand. Knowing how sensitive you were...groping your tits, he was going to fuck them.

"Stay still for me" He grunts, placing his cock between your breasts. Squeezing your breasts together, you cry out. his strong hold on you made you feel so small...so sensitive just from the thought.

"B-be quick" You suddenly pipe up, feeling his tip rub against your nipples. It felt so good...it made you feel so needy.

"But you feel good" He play with how you feel. Not wanting to deny him, or the pleasure he was giving you, you let him continue fucking your tits.

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