#it’s hard to maintain the characters inner voice

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

any chance we'll get an update to the first step of kintsugi soon?

To be entirely honest I have no idea.

It’s not abandoned, to be clear, and it’s going to be finished. I just haven’t cared all that much about marvel in a hot minute, and writings like pulling fingernails when I’m not interested in the material. I’ve also noticed that it tends to make for some of my more poorly written chapters.

That being said, hyperfixation happens on the turn of a dime for me. It could be a week; it could be a month. I don’t really know. It will come though! I really love kintsugi and have no intentions of abandoning it.

[shrewsburysworld]

Twisted Hearts | Jeon Jungkook | Part 5 (m)

I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY!!! THIS REWARD IS FOR MY 100 FOLLOWERS 🤧

Warning :- mature content, dark themes, dubious, non-consensual elements, delusional behaviour, Stockholm syndrome, physical and emotional elements, obsession and toxic relationship, smut, oral (female receiving), jk is whipped, sub jk, penetration, unprotected sex (use protection kids), reader leaves Jungkook hanging after sex, dom reader, toxic reader. The behaviour of characters is not something to emulate.

Summary :- Jungkook forces you into a twisted marriage, sparking a dangerous, obsessive love. As your resentment turns into dominance, you both become trapped in a dark, toxic relationship where love and control blur into one.

*This is original work do not copyright ©*

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That night, you kissed him, something shifted irreversibly between the two of you. Jungkook had always been devoted to you—obsessed, even—but now, with the faintest glimmer of your approval, that devotion turned into something far more intense, more desperate. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world, and in that moment, you knew you could do anything with him. He would let you.

You stood up, your eyes never leaving his as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin beneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched you, completely mesmerized. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way he hung on your every move, and it gave you a thrill, a rush of power.

“Undress me,” you commanded, your voice low and authoritative.

Jungkook scrambled to his knees, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for your waistband. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, but there was none. You were in control now, and you wanted him to know it.

“Do it,” you urged, your voice firmer this time.

His hands quickly went to work, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before sliding them down your legs. He then reached for your underwear, his hands shaking as he carefully pulled them down, leaving you completely bare before him. Jungkook’s gaze raked over your body, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he took you in, his adoration and lust evident in his expression. Your already wet cunt was staring back at him.

Without waiting for further instruction, Jungkook leaned in, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, working his way up to where you needed him most. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed his way closer to your core. He licked your clit, making your body shudder. His tongue teasing you, pleasing your pussy and frustrating you at same time.

“Don’t tease me,” you warned, your voice sharp despite the pleasure starting to course through you.

Jungkook obeyed immediately, his tongue darting out to taste you, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your center, his tongue skillfully finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. You felt your knees go weak, but you steadied yourself by gripping his hair even tighter, guiding him as he pleasured you.

“More,” you demanded, your voice breathless but commanding.

Jungkook obliged, his tongue working faster now, circling your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking gently. You bit down on your lip to stifle the sounds of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you were enjoying this, but it was hard to maintain your composure when he was so focused on your pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust and something more—something almost worshipful. “Do you like this?” he asked, his voice husky.

You didn’t answer immediately, just pressed his head back down to where you wanted him. “Don’t talk,” you ordered. “Just keep going.”

Jungkook resumed his task with renewed fervor, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you closer to the edge. He was skilled, there was no denying that, and the way he was so eager to please you only added to your arousal. But it wasn’t just the physical pleasure that had you on the brink of release—it was the power you held over him, the knowledge that he would do anything to make you happy, to keep you satisfied.

Your breathing grew heavier, your thighs trembling as you felt the tension building inside you. Jungkook seemed to sense how close you were, his movements becoming more intense, more precise, as he drove you toward your peak.

Finally, the pressure inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body convulsing as the orgasm tore through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, didn’t relent, his tongue still working to prolong your pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess in his arms.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you pushed him away, your breathing ragged. Jungkook sat back on his heels, his face flushed, his lips glistening with your essence. He looked up at you with an expression that was both awestruck and hungry, waiting for your next command.

You stared down at him, a sense of satisfaction and power coursing through you. “Now,” you said, your voice still laced with authority, “I want you inside me.”

Jungkook nodded eagerly, quickly stripping off his own clothes before positioning himself between your legs. You could see how hard he was, how much he wanted this, but you didn’t let him take control. No, this was your moment, and you were going to savor every second of it.

As he entered you, you clenched your thighs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, making him groan in pleasure. You set the pace, moving your hips against his in a rhythm that had him panting, his hands gripping your hips as he tried to keep up. But no matter how much he tried to take control, you didn’t let him. Every movement, every thrust was dictated by you, your pleasure the only thing that mattered.

“Do you love this?” you asked, your voice breathy as you rode him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Do you love being my little plaything?”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head as he nodded frantically. “Yes,” he gasped. “I love it. I love you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response. “Good,” you purred, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Because this is all you’ll ever get from me.”

He moaned at your words, the sound sending another wave of arousal through you. You could feel him getting close, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release, but you weren’t done yet. You slowed your movements, just enough to tease him, to keep him on the edge without giving him what he wanted.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please let me…”

But you didn’t let him finish. You leaned in, biting down on his neck just hard enough to leave a mark, making him cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Not yet,” you whispered against his skin. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Jungkook whimpered, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold back. You could feel the tension in him, the way he was barely holding on, and it thrilled you, the power you had over him making your own pleasure skyrocket.

Finally, when you were satisfied, you let yourself go, your body shuddering as another orgasm overtook you. Only then did you give him permission, and with a guttural moan, Jungkook followed, his release powerful and overwhelming as he spilled inside you.

You stayed like that for a moment, both of you catching your breath, before you finally pulled away, leaving Jungkook lying there, spent and utterly at your mercy. He looked up at you, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and something deeper—something that bordered on worship.

But you didn’t linger. You stood up, not bothering to cover yourself as you walked away, leaving him lying there, still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

As you left the room, you couldn’t help but feel a dark sense of satisfaction. You had him exactly where you wanted him—completely, irrevocably yours. And now, there was no going back.

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[writerthreads]

Ten must-read books for writers (or anyone, really.)

By Writerthreads on Instagram

Obviously this list is highly subjective and based on my research and personal experience. Please share your favourite books as well!!

1. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Woolf is the queen of the stream of consciousness and a master at diving into characters' inner thoughts, conveying complex emotions, themes and perspective. Her prose is breathtaking, her character memorable.

2. Beloved by Toni Morrison

Morrison tackles difficult themes with poise like no other, diving into topics like grief, trauma, and identity. Read this book to learn how to develop multi-layered narratives whilst maintaining perfect pacing and a intricate narrative structure.

3. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

A masterpiece. Sharp social commentary, eloquent prose and vivid imagery... what more can you want from a book? Every word was chosen for a purpose, and it shows the importance of restraint in writing.

4. The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

Tolkien's legendary fantasy world-building makes his series a staple in fantasy literature. The geography, cultures and histories in his works are well-crafted. Anyone trying to build a complex world can learn from from this series.

5. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Our second Woolf classic in this list! Mrs. Dalloway is a masterclass of a perfect character study. Woolf weaves different viewpoints intricately, capturing the essence of human experience.

6. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Austen character development is legendary, showcasing complex, evolving characters like Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The novel’s witty dialogue show insight into personality and societal norms, and her narrative voice and well-structured plot keeps readers hooked to the very end.

7. Never Let Me Go by Kazoo Ishiguro

Ishiguro’s novel presents a quietly devastating exploration of memory, identity, and humanity through a dystopian lens. The subtle, restrained prose and profound emotional impact illustrate how to weave complex themes into a seemingly simple narrative.

8. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

This book made me cry so very hard. The author explored themes like identity and fame, while creating an engaging and multi-layered plot that had me hooked. Reid’s vivid prose showcases techniques for creating emotionally resonant and storytelling that allows readers to feel for the characters.

9. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Márquez’s masterpiece provides a gorgeous, profound exploration of magical realism. Its intricate narrative and richly imagined world blends fantastical elements with real-world themes into something unique and breathtaking.

10. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Brontes exploration of dark themes, framed within a dark and brooding narrative, makes it the quintessential gothic read. It's emotionally intense, complex in structure, and definitely memorable, perfect for any budding writer dabbling in dark academia, modern gothic literature, horror, etc.

And here's my rather shoddy list from a non-English major who reads too much! And Sorry for the lack of accents on the required letters, I haven't figured out how to add them on my laptop. Please give me a general opinion on my book recs and whether they're good, or if you have more suggestions! Lots of love.

[novlr]

How do you write characters who ignore their feelings

When you write characters who ignore their feelings, you delve into a complex psychological landscape that, if done well, can resonate deeply with readers. These characters are walking contradictions, their emotions simmering just beneath the surface. This tension between their inner experiences and external expressions makes them fascinating and relatable to readers.

Behaviour

Disregard their own emotional well-being

Focus on logic and facts

Appear stoic or unfazed in stressful scenarios

Engage in compulsive behaviours as a distraction

Will take on burdens without complaining

Avoid conversations about their feelings

Can be reliable in a crisis

Immerse themselves in work or hobbies

Seen as cold or insensitive by others

Exhibit control issues, and micromanaging tendencies

Interactions

Difficulty forming deep, emotional connections

Uncomfortable with physical displays of affection

Struggle to empathise with others’ feelings

Change the subject when discussions turn emotional

Appear indifferent or detached in social settings

Perceived as blunt or straightforward in their communication

Offer practical solutions to problems, rather than emotional support

Have a small, close-knit circle of friends, if any

Inadvertently hurt others by dismissing their emotions

Often seen as the ‘rock’ or ‘anchor’ by their peers

Body language

Cross arms or create physical barriers when emotional topics arise

Maintain a steady, controlled posture

Rarely exhibit nervous ticks or fidgeting

Minimal eye contact during emotional conversations

Often have a rigid or stiff walk or stance

Avoid touch or recoil slightly from unexpected contact

Neutral or hard to read facial expressions

Look away or distance themselves from emotional displays

Rarely cry or show signs of emotional distress in public

Likely to control voice pitch and volume meticulously, even when agitated

Attitude

A practical and no-nonsense demeanour

Often skeptical of emotional reasoning or decisions

May seem dismissive or cynical about sentimentality

Value strength, self-sufficiency, and independence

Pride themselves on not ‘giving in’ to emotions

Can be incredibly self-disciplined and focused

View emotional displays as weaknesses or inconveniences

Have a strong drive to maintain composure under pressure

Sometimes accused of lacking passion or enthusiasm

Can come across as disinterested or aloof

Positive story outcomes

Learn to acknowledge and accept their emotions in a healthy way

Build stronger, more genuine relationships through vulnerability

Find themselves more at peace after emotional breakthroughs

Gain respect from others for their growth and emotional maturity

Overcome past traumas that caused them to suppress their feelings

Develop a more balanced approach to problem-solving

Become a role model for others struggling with emotional expression

Facilitate a cathartic moment that resolves a central conflict

Experience personal breakthroughs leading to unexpected joy

Discover hidden strengths through the acceptance of weakness

Negative story outcomes

Relationships may deteriorate because of emotional neglect

They could face a breakdown from accumulated stress

Might cause unintended harm to themselves or others

Risk becoming isolated because of their lack of emotional openness

Can suffer from health issues related to suppressed emotions

Might miss out on life-changing opportunities because of fear of vulnerability

Could be overtaken by their emotions in a critical moment

May lose the trust or respect of peers who crave emotional honesty

Potentially fail to resolve a major conflict because of emotional barriers

Their growth as a character might stagnate, leading to a tragic outcome

Helpful Vocabulary

Aloof

Detached

Dismissive

Stoic

Impassive

Restrained

Unflappable

Resolute

Suppressed

Guarded

Inexpressive

Dispassionate

Self-contained

Unemotional

Nonreactive

Disconnected

Inhibited

Controlled

Reticent

Reserved

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Was thinking today about Cherry Magic Thailand, and all respect to the writing (which deftly navigated the challenging task of adapting a full-on classic) and the rest of the cast and crew, but has any QL series' success hinged so much on a single actor going above and beyond in a performance as Cherry Magic Thailand does on Tay Tawan's portrayal of Karan???

That character could have fallen so detrimentally flat. He is perfection personified. Even after Achi discovers his so-called 'imperfections' (which are just that he sings bad and is crushing extra hard on Achi), the writing doesn't ever let Karan come off his pedestal. He remains put together, impossibly patient, and admirably righteous. His stress in life is that people don't respect his hard work because he's so beautiful! This character, in theory, should not really strike an audience as likeable. The writers could have used the one facet of his family-drama that emerges in the penultimate episode to build a deeper character in the writing, but elect not to even hint at it any earlier in the series.

So much heavy lifting is left to Tay, and the performance is a wonder to behold. Tay Tawan is certainly attractive in the way Karan is supposed to be attractive--fit, tall, handsome--but Tay's face and earnest dorky demeanor are unique in a way that seem far too rare in the influencer era. The breadth of his nose, the goofy joy in his smile, the clownish clumsiness, the nerdiness of his interests (the GMMTV actor most likely to be reposting a popular science article or rare animal sighting): Tay brings all of these elements of himself to bear on the poised idol of Karan, playing all the parts of the romantic hero while letting his own characteristics distill onto it so that the character actually contains valuable tension for the audience between his faultlessness and the slow reveal of his sincerity. That dynamic lies at the core of the show, and it's a less explored one in media, so all the more challenging to do.

But Tay understands the assignment. He goes full-in when Achi hears Karan's inner voice, squealing and talking manically fast (a real-life Tay Tawanism as well as a wonderful connection to Japanese performance styles). Once the characters begin their romance, so much effort is put in to have Karan looking at Achi, not just with love, but with the deepest gratitude. That's what most often had me crying. In fact, it often looked like Karan was on the verge of happy tears, overwhelmed by the fortune to love and be allowed to love Achi.

Being able to appreciate Karan's sincerity opens up an avenue for the audience to care about his challenges that on the surface seem so superficial. Tay is able to take this character's struggle to be taken seriously and make it as worthy and pitiable as any narrative about women in the workplace struggling with that issue, and that's not an easy feat in this day and age. Whether in Karan's affections or disappointments, Tay exhibits such humility and unabashedness in his performance throughout the series, it renders the otherwise familiar messages about the value of the small unappreciated things in the world as enchanted and life-changing.

And incredibly amongst all this, the series REQUIRES by its very title for Karan to have a sex drive, and even that desire threads through Tay's portrayal of the character as he interacts with Achi, maintaining an incredible balance between a fun and dorky excitement about sex and a potent sensuality (it's such a great sex scene when it finally comes).

Tay took a paragon and made him such a fully fleshed-out and realized character. I just can't imagine the series working without such a masterfully crafted performance. The whole cast did great work, don't get me wrong. Tay's is just one of those magical reminders about what the art of acting can achieve.

[the-fiction-witch]

Desperate

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + nudity/ bondage/ hj/ begging/ bjs/ pinv/ full sex/ raw sex/ Word Count -1075

Elrond lay struggling to breathe. He was so excited his heart was racing faster than a galloping stallion. He lay on his bed, naked. His body against his silk sheets. His ankles and wrists bound to the bedposts leaving him at the mercy of his precious wife. He was rock hard and throbbing since the moment he undressed, squirming his ankles in anticipation, biting his bottom lip as he awaited his torment.

And he was loving it!

Y/n chuckled slyly her soft hand running slowly down his bare chest making sure to claw her finger down his sternum. Slowly moving lower and lower before she stopped an inch before his cock, "Humm excited tonight Elrond?"

Elrond's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating with desire. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he strained against the restraints, his hips bucking slightly towards her touch. “Mmm...you know me too well, my love,” he whispered, his voice husky with need. His head rolled back, exposing his neck, as he awaited her next move.

"What's the magic word?" She asked

Elrond groaned and gasped unable to stop himself "Please..." he whimpers,

Y/n smirked and kissed his head before finally moving her hand to his cock, "Humm always so ready." She cooed her fingertips barely grazing his shaft, stroking the veins and texture of his skin, feeling him throb into her hand, she was sure to be slow, and tender, leaving him wanting and begging,

A shiver ran down Elrond's spine as Y/n's fingers finally wrapped around his shaft, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His hips jerked forward, pressing deeper into her hand, as he let out a low moan. Squeezing his eyes shut and letting his jaw fall open “Oh...yes…”

Y/n's strokes grew slower, more deliberate, as she watched Elrond's face contort in a mix of pleasure and frustration. Her grip tightened, and he felt himself on the brink of release. Suddenly, she leaned in close, her hot breath whispering across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Tell me what you want, my darling,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers danced across his sensitive tip, teasing out a bead of precum that glistened in the dim light, and massaging it in with her thumb,

Elrond's eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as he strained against the restraints, his body trembling with restraint. “Unbind me,” he growled, his voice low and urgent. “I need to feel you.”

"humm no, no, not tonight Elrond darling. You're going to stay nice and restrained" she cooed removing her hand,

“Ughh! Y/n please! Please my love!”

she chuckled and moved to blow a small stream of hot air across his shaft watching as he bucked and squirmed his cock jumping for attention, she was sure to be slow with him, pressing the lightest kisses she could to his shaft, working her way up to press a single kiss to his head,

"Please! Please! Please!" He moaned desperately flailing below her,

Y/n continued kissing slowly back down to his hilt before she let her tongue peek out licking a long line from his hilt to his tip with the flat of her tongue,

"Uuuughhhhhhh! Y/n... Y/n please My love! have mercy!" he begged,

"humm does my hubby want me to suck?" she cooed kitten licking his head,

Elrond's eyes flashed with a fierce inner fire as he struggled against the restraints, his body tense with desire. His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his heart, “Yes...please…”

she slyly smiled and moved to pepper soft kisses on his cock,

His hips bucked involuntarily as her lips closed around the head of his shaft, her warm mouth enveloping him in a gentle caress. Elrond's hands flexed against the restraints, his nails digging into the leather as he fought to maintain control. “Mmm... yes…” As her tongue danced across the sensitive skin, Elrond's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low, throaty groan. He arched his back, pushing his hips upward, desperate for more contact. “Y/n...more,”

she pinned his hips to the bed forcing him to sit still as she teased him. Her grip tightened, holding him captive as she continued to toy with him, her touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over him.

Elrond's face contorted in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, his body straining against the restraints as he teetered on the edge of release. “No...no please more…” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, but Y/n just laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"more? You want this Elrond?" She cooed as she stood and pulled back her dress to reveal her pussy to him, "Is this what you desire?"

Elrond's gaze locked onto the sight before him, His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he struggled to free himself from the restraints, his body screaming for release. “Yes... god yes…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, “My...my love,” Elrond stammered, his voice trembling with need. “My sweet Y/n, I crave your touch, your kiss, your very presence consumes me.” He strained against the restraints once more, his body tense with anticipation. “Make me yours,” he begged, his eyes burning with a fierce passion. “Please, please... Ughhh ride me my love! Please! Give me your sweet cunt I beg of you!”

"awww my poor desperate husband begging for me." She cooed climbing onto his lap and rubbing his cock against her slit,

“Oh...oh god…” Elrond moaned, his body thrumming with excitement as he felt the slick heat of Y/n's pussy coating his cock. “Yes...yes, my love, now...Please!” he pleaded, his hips bucking upward in a desperate bid for penetration.

As Y/n's warm flesh enveloped him, Elrond felt his control snap, his body convulsing in a rush of pleasure. He drove upward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Their bodies moved in perfect syncopation, each thrust a symphony of sensation that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Elrond's vision blurred, his senses consumed by the sheer intensity of their union. With a final, shuddering cry, he spilt his seed deep within her, feeling the warmth of her inner muscles milk him dry.

As they collapsed together, spent and sated, Y/n giggled and kissed him softly "You really were desperate"

Elrond's eyes fluttered open, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he gazed up at Y/n. “Guilty as charged,” he gasped, 

[alcestas-sloboda]

The last time I was genuinely happy was in the summer of 2021.

My grandad called me and told me to come outside so he could buy me some ice cream. We stood there discussing what I was planning to do in Odesa, and he joked about our grandmother being a hard woman to live with, but we loved her nonetheless. Five days later, I would lose him. Six months later, the full-scale invasion would start. Nothing would ever be the same again.

That could've been you in Bucha, you know that? they didn’t choose who to kill, they killed everyone on their path? Your luck, then, that you were born in the western part of the country. The only thing you lost are your childhood memories of Crimea, Melitopol, and Zatoka, not your home. But the war continues: your flat could still become the final destination of a hypersonic missile. Don't forget it. Hopefully, you won't hear the siren that night and will die in your sleep. Hopefully, they will find the remains. Hopefully, it will be the entire family, so you won't suffer without each other. Because at the end of the day, your death would mean nothing but pain for your loved ones. The world will keep on spinning; missile parts will be sent to Russia. People will still pity the Russians, but they won't pity you or your family.

Suddenly, you realize that you no longer believe in what you believed before. Do you believe in something good? Well, your small, naive inner child is still alive then. Barely. What? You thought those institutions were meant to maintain peace? That's funny. Probably, that peace is more needed in expensive restaurants hundreds of kilometers away from the frontline.

I genuinely don't know why I'm writing this post again. Is it to be seen by the same 10 people? I know they feel the same. We just sit here together, slowly going mad, hoping someone will finally react. Maybe someone who reblogs your fandom post will find some sympathy. But sympathy is not what I need; I want to be heard.

Fuck you watched "Don't Look Up" with an ironic smile on your lips. And now, you are the main character.

All of you here preach about giving voice to the oppressed, but are you really doing it? The moment you become uncomfortable, it suddenly becomes not your business - "keep ___ out of politics." God, I would've loved that. I would've loved to not know anything. Not to know the names of military equipment. Not to understand that your life can literally depend on the presidential election in a completely different country.

I'm so tired of fighting for my right to be heard. I'm so tired of having to prove my right to live, to speak my own language. "Your country doesn't exist," "Your language is artificial; speak human (Russian)." Don't be too emotional. Don't hate Russians. Don't wish them anything bad. Don't open your mouth. Don't call out organizations. Just shut the fuck up or die.

No one will care if the biggest country in Europe disappears. No one will care if millions die. If your culture will finally be dealt with, if Russia will finally succeed in doing so. A thousand years of history can burn down in just one night. No one will bat an eye.

The world will keep on spinning.

[mydearsnooopy]

Blair Waldorf Mindset 👑

Ambition: Blair is highly ambitious and driven. She often sets her sights on achieving specific goals, whether they are related to her social status, her academic performance, or her personal relationships. She strives to be at the top of her social circle and is determined to maintain her status as the "Queen Bee."

Competitiveness: Blair is competitive by nature and always wants to be the best. This competitive drive can lead to both positive outcomes and conflicts with others, as she often tries to outdo her rivals and prove herself superior.

Social Status: Blair places a significant emphasis on social status and the perception others have of her. She is deeply involved in the social scene of the Upper East Side and works hard to maintain her position as one of the most influential figures in that world.

Fashion and Style: Blair is known for her impeccable fashion sense and attention to detail when it comes to her appearance. Her mindset includes a focus on maintaining her image and using her style to express herself.

Friendships: While Blair can be manipulative and self-serving, she also values her friendships deeply. Her mindset can be conflicted when it comes to loyalty and protecting those she cares about.

Growth and Maturity: Over the course of the series, Blair goes through significant personal growth and development. Her mindset evolves as she learns from her mistakes, navigates challenges, and reevaluates her priorities.

Strong Opinions: Blair isn't hesitant to express her opinions, even if they're contrary to popular sentiment. Her willingness to voice her thoughts and stand up for what she believes in reflects her self-confidence.

Strategic Thinking: Blair's knack for planning and executing intricate schemes demonstrates her confidence in her strategic abilities. She's often several steps ahead of others, and her calculated decisions reflect her belief in her intelligence and foresight.

Academic Achievement: Blair's dedication to her education underscores her pursuit of excellence. She consistently aims for top grades and positions of academic distinction, aligning with her desire to be recognized as the best in all areas of her life.

Perfectionism: Blair's pursuit of the best can sometimes manifest as perfectionism, causing her to set high standards for herself and those around her. This can drive her to excel but also lead to inner conflict when things don't go according to plan.

It's important to remember that Blair Waldorf is a fictional character, and her mindset is shaped by the creative choices of the show's creators and writers. While these points capture some aspects of her mindset, they don't cover every nuance or development her character undergoes throughout the series.

[bloodorangesoup]

Kinktober '23 Day 1 - Bound/Begging (TXT Soobin)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: light bondage, begging whiny soobin, the most basic sub soobin one-shot ever

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I haven’t written in over a year, and even then it was just Marvel characters. This was also written at 3am and not edited so I apologize if my writing isn’t up to par 😭 this is basically a practice exercise

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The sheets were wrinkled and out of place, a corner lifted off of the mattress from his writhing around. Although his range of motion was limited, he was still moving around too much, eliciting a light slap to the side of his thigh. Your hand rubbed the irritated skin, squeezing at the pulsing muscle underneath. 

“Keep moving these and I’ll tie them up, too.” Your eyes pierced him as you looked at him through your lashes. He rushed out a nod, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control his body.

Sinking back down, you continued your previous work kissing and biting at thighs. The two of you had been going at it for well over an hour. A conversation about taking time to relax turned into a make out session. That make out session turned into Soobin strapped to your bed. He was only in boxers, his cock pressing hard against the fabric begging for attention. One thing led to another, the mention of a past comment about wanting to try something new, and Soobin now had his hands restrained against the head of the bed frame, his wrists held together by the belt you were previously wearing. Your bedpost clanged as the metal buckle of your belt hit against it, the sound a result of his struggle to maintain himself. 

A kiss pressed to a sensitive spot high on his inner thigh caused his body to jump. 

“Oh, baby,” you feigned concern, “what did I tell you?” 

He whined as you stood up to grab a scarf from your closet. Soobin’s head fell back, his eyes staying open to watch your naked form walk across the room. He wanted nothing more than to take you by the hips and satisfy the need that you had built in him. 

“Y/n, please,” his voice came out in breaths as he watched you saunter back to the bed, two of his belts in one hand and a scarf in the other. You took a hold of his ankle, sliding it to the corner of the bed before carefully strapping it down to the leg of the bed with his belt. His leg jerked, only making an inch of movement before hitting a hard stop. 

He was at a crossroads. There was a burning in his abdomen, he was so desperate for a release, but he couldn’t deny how much this side of you was affecting him. He never even thought about liking this sort of thing, feeling comfortable with a simple routine when it came to intimacy. His whole life his large stature and his dancing career forced him to be extremely aware of his body, careful of his movements and in charge of what his body did. This was the first time he was at a true loss of control. He could only lay there and watch as you slowly wrecked him. 

Finishing securing his other ankle, you slid your hands up his legs. Rising to meet him face to face, you cupped his cheek and left a small peck on his nose. Soobin’s face flushed. 

“Baby,” he sighed, not even knowing what he was pleading for. 

“Yes,” you dragged, smirking at the gasp he let out when your fingers ghosted over his cock. 

“Baby please, I need more.” His eyes shut tight, his expression pained as his legs pulled against their restraints. 

“Well I can’t do anything with that, now can I?” You left a kiss on the corner of his lips. His hands ached to hold your face and kiss you himself. 

“Please touch me, baby, I need it. I’m going crazy.” His hips lifted off the bed, searching for anything to take away the buzzing all around him. 

Using the hand holding his face, you turned him to you. You leaned down and bit his lip, pulling it back as he moaned at the contact. Releasing his lip, you watched it spring back to him. Your tongue jutted out, licking his lip, slipping into his mouth to meet his. This was destraction enough for you to slip the front of his boxers down, freeing his pulsing cock. He let out a strained moan, a mix of pain and pleasure as his delicious torture went on. 

Your hand came back up to rub up and down his chest. He let out a high pitched whine as your fingers slid over his sensitive nipples. The pleasure amplified by the lack of touch. 

“Fuck, baby. I can’t take it. Pleas- ah!” He gasped as you continued to rub down his stomach, teasing under his navel. 

“Do you think you’ve been good tonight?” You asked, your lips inches away from his.

“Yes, I-, baby please.” His body was shaking, his eyes glossed over, tears ready to spill. 

“Hmmm, I think so too,” you agreed. Leaning down to his right, you whispered in his ear as your hand finally grasped his length, “I think you’ve been a very good boy.” 

Soobin let out a strangled moan as he felt your hand squeeze his cock, the pressure built up too much to handle. He couldn’t bare to look down as you slid your hand from the base of his member to the tip, fingers coming together to rub against it. His body was on fire, the heat on of his cock cooled from the air as you spread his precum down his shaft. 

He was sure he wouldn’t last, your previous teasing having already put him on the edge.

“Baby, I can’t. Gonna come,” he whimpered in your ear. His hips jerked up on their own accord, finally giving his body some control. He couldn’t help it as he fucked himself up into your hand, moaning into your ear. You looked up to see the muscles in his arm tensing as they strained against the belt. 

“Come, baby. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Your breathing matched his, your chest heaved against his chest. Lowering down, you kissed his neck, working your way to the sweet spot behind his ear. 

Soobin’s whole body convulsed once he felt your lips on his neck. He moaned your name in a chant as you quickened your pace.

“Come for me, Soob. You’ve been so good for me,” you spoke in between kisses. You brought your lips back to his, catching his moans in your mouth. Your tongues met in a sloppy kiss, the mess of it all only spurring him on.

You pulled away, kissing down his throat and leaving bites at his collar bones. Only then did Soobin look down, feeling a pressure on his thigh. Your legs were straddling his right thigh as your body ground down against it. He took in the sight of how needy you were against him, watching your bare cunt slide against his skin. You let out a moan at the friction, sending him over the edge. 

“Fuck, ah.” Soobin hissed as his body jerked. You kept stroking his cock, riding out his high as a reward for his good behavior. Ropes of cum shot out onto his stomach. His head fell back, finally feeling relief after being worked up for so long. His felt movement on the bed, a loss of weight. By the time his mind cleared his hands were on the bed next to him and you were gently massaging his irritated wrists. 

You left for a moment to grab a towel, Soobin was still processing what had just happened. Wiping at his stomach, his body still jerked at the sensitive touch. 

Your hand cupped his face, thumb caressing his cheek. “You okay, babe?” Your eyes held real concern this time, a stark contrast from the act you had going on before.

“Yes baby, thank you.” Soobin sighed, relaxation spreading from his head to his toes. He felt the drowsiness take over his body. He threw an arm around your side, pulling you in to lay against his body. Your head fell against his chest, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers as you finally let sleep take over you.

A/N: ty for reading this far! again this def isn't my best work, I didn't wanna make it too long or else I would have fleshed it out more. If you liked this please send me suggestions for kinktober!

[utopianparadoxist]

Hi! I'm most interested on reading your version of HS extension(?) continuation? re-adaptation? Ever since I first saw your analysis on Dirk and Jake I've considered you with amazing grip of the characters and the HS universe over all, Dirk is one of my fav characters of all time (if not the), and there is nothing I'd want more for him than a happy ending, the epilogues were truly heart breaking for him (even though I was more than willing to see where they were going with him in HS^2 in hopes of seeing him reach a happy end) Homestruck was and still is one of my fav properties ever and I'd love to see more from you, I'm sorry you had a hard time but I'm really glad you're back, here and in a better headspace. That said, I guess I'm just somewhat confused on in you have something written already or if it's in the works or from where in the timeline you're continueing from ? Maybe you have like, a master post with your list of essays and fics?

I also loved your youtube videos btw

Thanks! It means a lot to read this. As to your question:

The main project I've been managing since the Epilogues got posted is Pumpkin Path/Pumpkin Track, a sequel to the Meat and Candy epilogues focused primarily on Pumpkins and Vegetables as an alternative form of fan consumption.

The first installment of this arc is THE APOCRYPHON OF JAKE ENGLISH (2019), which follows Meat Jake immediately following Ultimate Dirk's desertion of Earth C. Brain Ghost Dirk declares Dirkjake cancelled and (trigger warning) self-destructs, unleashing the inner barriers in Jake's psychology that he always used his inner Dirk voice to maintain.

Thus Jake's own mind begins to lead him down a rabbit hole of speculatory metaphysics, esoteric spiritual symbolism, and esoteric magic theory that ultimately leads to his ascension to Ultimate Self as Prince English: Himself wearing Dirk's shades and orange hat and essentially larping as a Prince in imitation of Dirk proper.

Through the power he gains from this, he blasts off from Earth C and tracks down Ultimate Dirk for a no holds barred 8eatdown in which he reclaims their lost love and makes Dirk his prisoner with chains of love and mercy, cancelling his ability to die and comitting to becoming the vill8in of Homestuck, as well as its Her8, if it means he can keep Dirk safe and alive.

In the process he finally establishes Dirkjake as indisputable endgame canon, and becomes the equivalent of the I AM Christian God, the new existential equivalent to Lord English himself, with a will that predominates completely over everything else in Paradox Space. There may be some surprises that happen along the way, too.

Now, That much of the story has been written and published since 2019. You can read it on A03 right now and always could. In fact, I'd encourage you to do so and @ me, as well as maybe tag it with #Pumpkin Path, #Pumpkin Track, or just straight up #Homestuck for all I care. I want eyes on this thing, and I wanted them 4 years ago.

That said:

I am now nearing completion on the follow-up to the Apocryphon as an intermission piece between the Epilogues and Pumpkin Track proper, with what is essentially ACT 1 of Pumpkin Track: W(1)LDSCR1PT-B4R0QU3STUCK, a high-drama spectacle driven continuation of the plot of the Epilogues centering on a confrontation between Ultimate Jake English and Meat Jade Harley, who must duel for the right to decide if Dirk Strider dies.

In the process of their battle and Jade's necessary Ascension to Ultimate Selfhood in order to Rise uP to the level necessary to compete against a being like Prince English, deeply hidden truths will be unveiled; about the lives of Jade and Jake, about the moral logic that rules Earth C, and about the very nature and purpose of Paradox Space itself.

If I have it my way, if all goes as I Hope, then nothing in Homestuck will ever be the same once it's posted. The Apocryphon was setup. Now it's fucking Sh8wt1m3, and I can't w8.

The first half of Wildscript is written and has been being beta'd for several months, and I have a full outline written for the rest. Anyone who gets their eyes on the thing seems to come away pretty excited. Sometime in the near future, I'll post the first four Chapters of Wildscript on Ao3 or some other platform, and update the rest as I go. And once Wildscript is finished, I have future Acts and Intermissions planned for the foreseeable eternity, tackling off the top of my head: Ultimate Ascensions for Rose and Kanaya, Vriska and Terezi, Roxy and Calliope, Jane Crocker, and Nepeta Leijon and Tavros Nitram as they lead the twin charges of Nepetaquest 3033.

There is no endpoint to my ambition for the future of Homestuck save simply: 8. The only question is whether the fandom wants to come along for the ride with me in the long run. I think Hope Remains that we'll have a great time here if they do.

If not, I hope they have even more fun elsewhere.

Let's rise.

[warcorrespondence]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37854331

anthropocene, interrupted - brad/ray

Great zombie AU

Anon. I'm late so late, but you would love to know that actually this fic was in our original line up to be review.

Let's dive into it shall we?

A zombie AU where our favorite bff Brad and Ray and a very cute doggie who goes by the name of Toni (after the great Toni Morrison, which you know the authors have amazing taste) try to survive a zombie apocalypse and keep their sanity in check. Written by two amazing writers @queerapostate and @nextraordinaire. Together, they made a masterpiece.

fandom: Generation Kill

pairing: BradRay

Explicit, 43859 words

This fic is one for the decade. And now, I shall try to dissect all the way that it's so awesome.

First, the attention to detail. What makes one AU fic stands out from the many of its own genre (you know, coffee shop AU, fantasy AU) is always in the details. This fic has that in spades. The turning of season, the changes from rural to urban landscapes, from one state to another, you can see the scenery our characters are seeing with all five senses.

I love how the world is so alive -- dead, since zombies and all, but alive. We see how life has stopped, how things have rotted, how the world had broken down. The contrast between the deads (the smell, the bodies) versus the undeads (which Ray and Brad have to fight against so many of them) and the alives (nature, all the survivors, Toni the little lovable critter that she is) is constant.

The authors put so much thoughts into how every little part of this dead world would affect Ray, our POV. And he feels and he observes and paints up a world that is both savage and so beautiful. I love the scene of the overrun garden, it's strangely romantic -- a little respite from the never-ending struggle to survive.

Two, surviving isn't easy. And this fic goes in depth as to all the things that must be maintain to survive. You need to protect yourself from the weather that is relentless in its quest to kill you. Then you have to go against the zombies that eat your brain without mercy. And then the survivors out there our in this world are just as ruthless. When Ray tries to help the two little kids and got his supplies stolen? It was such a gut-punch moment. It tells us a lot about what kind of person Ray is, and also tells us how hard being kind in this settings can be. Furthermore, we know how smart and resourceful Ray and Brad have to be to stay alive.

Third. The character voices. Holy shit.

You named your dog Tony?” Brad stares at him with a carefully calculated expression, but he lowers his rifle, clearly convinced that Ray is harmless. Sort of. 

“Yeah, Toni, isn’t she great.” He bends down to scratch at her ear, getting a click of teeth for his efforts. 

“Since when does Tony Soprano have a pussy?”

“What—No, the fuck, Toni with an I, you dipshit.” 

“Like Toni Colette?”

“No, Toni Morrison.” 

You need to understand that I am always in awe of all the writers in GK fandom who manage to capture this specific brand of early 2000s humor and dialogue. Here, every single sentence and inner monologue from Ray I can hear. I can hear him say it all: curse words and non-PC apocalypse-coping jokes and a specific Ray™️brand of introspection. Not just him, but Brad's voice and manners™️are also very on point. He's complement Ray perfectly, even if he doesn't see it (at first).

Even Toni, our little dog, has so much personality 🥰

Fourth (yes I'm still yapping, i love this fic, gimme a break). The slow burn between Brad and Ray is so good, I wanna eat it.

Ray and Brad get closer and develop a healthy amount of respect to each other. We immediately get their chemistry even if Brad is ever the cagey and emotionally stunted fucker that we know and love. Their rapport is both easy and hard, and it fits perfectly to this settings where trust isn't so readily available. From friendship comes the romance, THE ROMANCE. Ray and his big heart and how he sees through Brad makes me all gooey inside.

AND the scene where Ray comes down with the blister infection and Brad has to leave him to find some anti-biotic so Ray, in his ferish delirium, keep calling out to him fruitlessly? Ahjfkdshjdfshjkfds

That scene got me good. I'm not alrigh; that imagery is so heart-wrenching oh my god.

Fifth, the many twists and turns their journey take. There is so much ups and downs and quiet moment and tense action scenes. I love how this story ends with bittersweetness, so fitting to the theme and the vibe of it.

All in all, a masterpiece. If you read this review all the way to this part, you should probably run to read this fic, or reread it once more ;)

[olis-inkwell-symposium]

posts requests are officially…

below the cut are some creative writing topics i’ve been thinking of posting about, but i want you all to help choose what’s next.

drop the emoji of the question you'd like in my asks and i’ll give it a go!

if the question is dashed out, i’ve already posted about it, go take a look c:

Character Creation & Development

🔄 Character Arcs: How does your character evolve throughout the story?

🧍Character Voice: How can you make your character’s dialogue distinctive?

💡 Character Motivation: What drives your character forward?

👥 Relationships: How do your characters’ relationships shape their actions?

⚖️ Flaws vs. Strengths: How do you balance a character's flaws and strengths?

Dialogue Writing

🗣️ Realistic Conversations: How do you make dialogue sound natural?

🤐 Subtext: How can your characters say something without explicitly saying it?

📜 Exposition in Dialogue: How do you reveal backstory through dialogue without info-dumping?

🔇 Silence: How can silence in dialogue speak louder than words?

Worldbuilding

🏙️ Setting: How do you make your world feel lived-in?

🌍 Culture: What are the key cultural norms in your world?

🛠️ Technology: How does technology shape daily life in your world?

🏛️ Political Structure: What type of government exists in your world, and how does it impact the characters?

🌦️ Climate: How does the climate or weather affect your world?

🐉 Magic System: What are the rules and limits of magic in your world?

📜 World History: How do major historical events alter your characters and their motivations?

Plot Structure

🌀Conflict: What is your story’s central conflict, and how does it escalate?

🏁 Resolution: How can you provide a satisfying conclusion to your story?

⏳ Pacing: How do you balance action and slower scenes to keep readers engaged?

💥 Raising Stakes: How do you increase tension and make conflicts more intense?

🧩 Plot Twists: How can you set up twists that are both surprising and inevitable?

Thematic Development

🧭 Moral Dilemmas: How do your characters wrestle with ethical choices?

👑 Power and Corruption: How does power influence characters in your world?

🌌 Fate vs. Free Will: How do these forces shape a character's choices?

👑 Legacy: What impact do your characters’ actions leave on the world?

Conflict

⚔️ Internal Conflict: How do you make your character’s inner struggle feel authentic?

🤜🏾 External Conflict: What forces in the world are pushing against your character’s goals?

🌊 Man vs. Nature: How does the environment act as an antagonist in your story?

💣 Conflict Escalation: How do you intensify a conflict without repeating the same beats?

Villain Developments

🧛 Villain Motivation: What does your villain want, and why?

🤔 Villain Complexity: How can you make your villain morally ambiguous?

🕸️ Sympathetic Villain: How do you make readers understand (if not agree with) your villain’s perspective?

💥 Villain's Weakness: What is the emotional or physical weakness of your villain?

Scene Writing

🎬 Action Scenes: How do you write fight scenes that are engaging and easy to follow?

🌅 Descriptive Scenes: How can you create atmosphere without overloading on description?

🎭 Character Reactions: How do your characters’ emotions and body language drive a scene?

⛓️ Transitions: How do you smoothly shift from one scene to the next?

Emotional Engagement

💔 Tragedy and Loss: How do you write emotional scenes that hit hard Tension: How do you create and maintain emotional tension between characters?

😢 Catharsis: How do you offer emotional release for readers after a climactic moment?

Backstory Integration

🔮 Revealing Backstory: How can you weave backstory into the narrative without info-dumping?

🪙 Trauma and Recovery: How does your character’s past trauma affect their present?

🏚️ Old Scars: How do past mistakes or regrets shape your characters’ decisions?

🗝️ Secrets: What is your character hiding, and how does it impact their relationships?

Genre Exploration

🏰 Fantasy Tropes: How can you subvert common fantasy tropes in your writing?

🕵️ Mystery: How do you plant clues without making the plot predictable?

👽 Sci-Fi World-building: How can technology or alien cultures push the boundaries of your world?

🖤 Horror: How do you create a sense of dread in your scenes?

💖 Romance: How do you create authentic, slow-burn romantic relationships?

🎭 Comedy in Dark Fiction: How can you weave moments of humor into dark or serious narratives?

[yandere-thingss]

headcannons and backstory for nova!

sorry it took so long ive been busy with school work!

Appearance and Personality:

She's very petite, with a delicate frame that makes her seem almost ethereal.

Her big, bright eyes often give her an innocent, doe-like appearance, masking her obsessive tendencies.

She has a soft voice that carries an almost hypnotic sweetness, making it hard for anyone to suspect her darker side.

Obsession and Devotion:

She sees her darling as the epitome of perfection, almost god-like in her eyes.

Every little thing her darling does is a miracle to her, and she keeps a diary where she documents their daily activities in meticulous detail.

She often whispers prayers to her darling when she’s alone, treating them with a reverence reserved for deities.

Horror Movie Enthusiast:

She has an extensive collection of horror movies and loves watching them, often imagining herself and her darling as characters in the film.

Despite the blood and gore, she finds comfort in the predictable patterns of horror plots, relishing the moments of suspense and climax.

Knives and Playfulness:

She has a fascination with knives, collecting them like some might collect stamps or figurines.

She enjoys the way light reflects off the blade and often daydreams while twirling one in her hand.

Though she would never harm her darling, she sometimes fantasizes about protecting them from potential threats with her knives.

Surveillance and Control:

She has set up cameras in her darling’s home, not to invade their privacy, but to ensure their safety and well-being at all times.

Watching her darling through the cameras brings her a sense of calm and contentment, knowing she’s always close, even when they’re apart.

She often whispers loving words to the screens, feeling connected to her darling despite the physical distance.

Affection and Interaction:

She leaves little gifts and notes for her darling, always anonymous but filled with genuine love and adoration.

In person, she’s shy and a bit awkward, blushing whenever her darling looks her way or speaks to her.

She’s always willing to help with anything her darling needs, from mundane tasks to more personal matters, always with a sweet smile and a slightly too-intense gaze.

Boundaries and Protection:

She’s extremely protective, going out of her way to eliminate any perceived threats to her darling’s happiness and safety.

If anyone tries to get too close to her darling, she’ll find subtle ways to deter them, all while maintaining her innocent facade.

Her ultimate goal is to become indispensable to her darling, making sure they come to rely on her completely.

Inner World:

Her thoughts are filled with elaborate fantasies about a perfect future together, where her darling finally acknowledges her devotion.

She often daydreams about domestic bliss, where she and her darling live in a secluded house, free from the world’s distractions.

In her mind, every act of devotion, no matter how small, brings her one step closer to this ideal future.

Backstory

Early Life and Isolation:

Childhood:

She grew up in a small, quiet town, living with her single mother who worked long hours to make ends meet.

From a young age, she was extremely shy and introverted, preferring the company of her books and toys over other children.

Her mother, though loving, was often too busy to give her the attention and emotional support she craved.

School Years:

In elementary school, her quiet nature made her an easy target for bullies. They teased her for her petite frame, her old-fashioned clothes, and her strange hobbies.

She often found solace in the school library, where she could escape into the world of books, particularly horror novels which offered a cathartic escape from her daily torment.

Middle School:

The bullying intensified as she grew older. Classmates would mock her relentlessly, spreading rumors and isolating her further.

She began to withdraw even more, avoiding social interactions and spending her free time at home watching horror movies, which became a comforting ritual.

Her fascination with horror movies started here, as she identified with the outcast or misunderstood characters and admired their strength in the face of fear.

Turning Point:

High School:

By the time she reached high school, she had become almost invisible to her peers. The bullying had lessened, but only because she was completely ignored.

During these years, her loneliness grew, and she developed a deep yearning for connection and affection.

One day, a kind classmate showed her a small act of kindness—something as simple as helping her pick up dropped books or sharing notes. This act, though minor, left a profound impact on her.

She began to obsess over this classmate, seeing them as a beacon of hope and kindness in her dark, lonely world.

Obsession and Devotion:

The Seed of Obsession:

The small act of kindness planted the seed of obsession. She began to follow the classmate discreetly, learning everything she could about them.

She meticulously recorded their habits, likes, and dislikes in a diary, and she felt an overwhelming desire to be close to them, to be their perfect companion.

The Evolution of Her Obsession:

As time went on, her obsession grew. She set up hidden cameras in their usual hangouts, watched them through her screens at home, and left anonymous gifts and notes.

She began to collect knives, drawn to their sharp beauty and the control they symbolized. They became her talismans, objects she could focus on while thinking of her darling.

Despite her intense feelings, she never wanted to harm her darling. Instead, she fantasized about protecting them, even if it meant using her knives against anyone who might hurt them.

Present Day:

Her Daily Life:

Now, she balances her daily life with her obsession. She maintains a facade of normalcy, but her thoughts are always centered around her darling.

She continues to watch horror movies, often imagining herself and her darling as the protagonists who face challenges together and emerge victorious.

Every act of devotion, every moment spent watching over her darling, reinforces her belief that she is their guardian angel, destined to be by their side forever.

Interactions with Her Darling:

When interacting with her darling, she’s shy and awkward, but her eyes shine with an intense, almost unnerving adoration.

She does everything she can to make their life easier, hoping that one day they’ll notice her unwavering devotion and see her as indispensable.

Future Aspirations:

Her ultimate dream is to create a perfect world for just the two of them, away from anyone who might come between them.

She dreams of a secluded house, filled with all their favorite things, where they can live in blissful harmony, safe from the world’s cruelty.

Becoming Friends

Initial Friendship:

Breaking the Ice:

She nervously but determinedly makes an effort to befriend her darling, finding subtle ways to be around them and offer help.

Her initial interactions are shy and tentative, filled with blushing and stammering, but her genuine kindness slowly wins her darling over.

They start spending time together, maybe sharing lunch or studying together, and she savors every moment.

Growing Closer:

Deepening Bond:

As they become friends, she begins to open up more, sharing her love for horror movies and other interests.

She is always there for her darling, providing a listening ear and offering support in any way she can.

Her darling starts to appreciate her reliability and kindness, often confiding in her and seeking her out for company.

Becoming Close Friends

Stronger Connection:

Trust and Support:

They spend more time together, both inside and outside of school or work, with her darling growing to trust her deeply.

She is always prepared to comfort them during difficult times, offering a shoulder to cry on and words of encouragement.

She subtly ensures that no one else gets too close to her darling, carefully manipulating situations to keep their bond exclusive.

Secret Devotion:

Increased Surveillance:

Her hidden cameras remain in place, allowing her to watch over her darling at all times, ensuring their safety and well-being.

She continues to leave anonymous gifts and notes, still too shy to reveal her true feelings, but hoping her darling will see her as indispensable.

Becoming Lovers

Confession and Relationship:

Confession:

She finally gathers the courage to confess her feelings, perhaps during a particularly emotional moment or after a scary movie night.

Her confession is heartfelt and filled with sincerity, revealing the depth of her adoration.

Her darling, moved by her honesty and the realization of how much she cares, accepts her feelings, and they begin dating.

Intense Love:

Deepening Obsession:

As their romantic relationship blossoms, her obsession intensifies. She wants to know every detail of her darling's life and be involved in every aspect.

She is incredibly affectionate, always finding ways to show her love, from cooking their favorite meals to planning special dates.

Her protective nature becomes more evident, as she becomes wary of anyone who might come between them, always on high alert for potential threats.

Becoming a Wife

Engagement and Marriage:

Proposal:

When the time comes for a proposal, she goes all out, planning a romantic and elaborate event that reflects their shared interests and memories.

Her darling, now accustomed to her intense but loving nature, is touched by the effort and says yes.

Married Life:

Complete Devotion:

As a wife, she is utterly devoted to her darling, treating them like royalty and ensuring their every need is met.

She creates a loving, comfortable home where they can share their lives in peace and happiness.

Her surveillance and protective measures continue, but now she feels more secure knowing they are bound together by marriage.

Perfect World:

Creating Their Own World:

She dreams of a future where they live in a secluded house, filled with their favorite things and free from the outside world’s intrusions.

She continues to watch horror movies with her darling, enjoying the thrill and the opportunity to hold them close during scary scenes.

Their life together is a mix of intense love, unwavering devotion, and a carefully controlled environment where she feels safe and content.

Balancing Obsession and Love:

Managing Obsession:

While her obsessive tendencies remain, she learns to balance them with genuine, healthy expressions of love and care.

Her darling becomes aware of her need for control and protection but understands it as a part of who she is, accepting it as long as it doesn’t become too overwhelming.

[writingjourney]

I want to write, and I did a little bit when I first the fandom of Ghost a few months back. But I quickly resolved back to thinking I'm not good enough for anyone to like it and people don't even care. I know the best way is to write for myself but I depend on validation. And I don't have any range to even be seen by anyone. I know I have to put myself out there but it's so difficult when you're afraid of the world out there. :(

I feel you anon, it IS difficult to put yourself out there, to build and maintain a presence online – especially if you're dealing with things like social anxiety and self-doubt. You have to ignore your mean inner voice A LOT and convince yourself not to delete that fic, not to talk yourself down constantly, not to compare yourself to others who post similar things. Believe me, no matter how many people follow you or how many notes or hits your work gets, this never goes away if you are an introspective, insecure person by nature.

I'm not sure if I'm the right person for it, but I think I can try to give you some words of wisdom. I feel like the hard truth is that being creative has to (mainly) come from intrinsic motivations or you will not keep it up long-term. You have to love the story your writing, it has to be something you are happy to work on no matter if you post it or not. Extrensic motivation like notes/comments etc. can definitely help to get you to create more often but if your inner drive is not there it just takes you so much more effort to push through the insecurities. The best kind of writing is the story that gives you incredible brain rot because you're obsessed with it, not the one that gets you the most notes online. And I say this (I know) as someone who is lucky to get a lot of validation from others these days, especially friends.

The truth however is that it takes work and dedication like any other craft to get better at writing which also helps to get more confident, something an online audience cannot give you because it depends on factors beyond your control like fandom size/platform/ships etc. When I started writing fic on this blog in 2016 I was a tiny small account with not a lot of followers who was new to writing in English as well as the world of fanfic, I didn't have the best skills yet and posted x reader fics for maybe 10-30 notes if I was lucky, even for bigger fandoms. As time went by I improved, I found mutuals and a small community of writers but then eventually I abandoned this blog for a couple years because what happened is that I started writing for other people and not myself anymore. Taking requests, finishing stories for characters I was no longer into etc. It KILLED my creativity and I went back to other work beyond fanfic.

I went on to posting my fics exclusively to Ao3 when I did write because my motivation was the story itself, being obsessed with whatever media I had found, and not being popular in the fandom. I knew that was not gonna happen because my obsessions fluctuated and I was just a beginner writer who had a long journey ahead (still have I feel like). But the lack of pressure helped to actually get me to write. Instead of listening to what others want you have to allow your creativity to take you places and write the stories that inspire you, hop between fandoms and characters and tropes and be self-indulgent as fuck even if maybe two people read it. Finding writer friends REALLY helps with that.

I returned to tumblr for Ghost in an attempt to find community, not even really to stay here for so long, and I happened to be lucky to get here at a time where the fandom was VERY active and people were reading a LOT of fanfiction. Right now the fandom is pretty much dead compared to that time. When I came here I tried to be active because that is what I knew from when I started back in 2016, writers supporting writers, readers sharing a variety of works, multifandom accounts hopping all over the place, lots of activity not even bound to one bubble but across fandoms. I read other people's works on here and shared it, supported the new favorite writers I found, befriended people who I thought are cool etc. and I continue to do that now.

I feel like that is the key to having fun in fandom really. Because while a few people scout or follow the hashtags you post your work in most people will not bother digging through them (tumblr search is just horrible) but rely on what the people they follow reblog and put on their dash. People won't see your works if you stay inside your tight little corner and never interact with the community because there is no algorithm pushing it out. To be supportive is the best way to receive support and the best way to support others is to do so genuinely and not with the intention to get back. I KNOW this can be sooooo scary but I have only ever found it to be very rewarding in the end because kindness is contagious, you reap what you sow etc etc. I really hope you can find the courage to put yourself out there and listen to your creativity and let it carry you places instead of letting the outside world affect how you approach your creativity.

I hope this helped in some shape or form. I know it is all easier said than done but a LOT of people are sooooo kind and supportive if you show them that you are out there and care about them as well, I promise! ♡

[croziers-compass]

There is something I think a lot about when writing Francis' character. It is the considerations. I know. I know. I ran his natal. So I cheat a little here but it's very fitting. So bear with me. Below is some details of his individual based on his natal.

He weighs and measures everything with such a mindful consideration. There is a tenderness to everything he does. He is a planner. He is a thinker. Nothing he does is done on impulse. Every little thing is considered and turned carefully in his head, and if he can help it, his hands. There is so much fluidity to him in both how he moves and how he thinks. He sees and understands from a magnitude of perspectives and yet settles comfortably in the "present". Even if it seems as if he has disregarded something entirely, it has, in actuality, played an important role in his next course of action. Everything is tender and mindful and careful. He is sitting with acute and sharp angles especially in his Asc. and Nodes but there's this mindful care that he takes even when he snaps. And I think that when he lets out the fury that it's yet graceful and full of a fire and spite and rage that is still calculated. He's Irish. And very temperamental and will always be temperamental but in all the temper and fury that rages within him it's a spitfire that comes deeply from the heart and the rich ember that burns inside of him. He is raw unadulterated energy. He is a lot of air and movement in his natal and also a lot of fire. His Ascendant is Leo which... Honestly that makes complete sense. Why would it not be? Sun in Libra. Ascendant in Leo. Moon in is Aries. This man is all fire and air which burns so brilliantly and powerfully. Two of the greatest leadership signs sitting at 29°03’ and 24°21’ in 3rd and 9th. Passion. Fire. Empathy. Rationality. Stubborn. Strong Willed. Tender. Considerate. Mindful. Thoughtful. Well-Measured. A Leader. He is equipped with such a wonderful array of balanced measures. However, despite all of this, he struggles with maintaining his inner vices and voices that drag him under. He is cruel to himself in ways he does not need to be. He is self flagellating despite the drive forwards, leading to a bit of an insecurity with anything relating to the hearts. He knows what he wants and he is certain of what he wants and he will move forwards to achieve that no matter what and will do everything he can. But not before he battles with himself over it for a long, long while. He sees and he knows and he measures well. But it might blindside his heart a little. But once he sets his eyes on something he wants. Once the fire has been lit it is not something that is doused easily. And if it does get doused it kills him and takes such a huge piece of him. He is so much fire and passion that suffocating anything that burns within him is causing him irreparable damage. This man is aflame in all of the best ways while also modestly chasing himself in circles. Nemesis in Capricorn: 2°33’ - 6 ruins me. That number is just so raw and brutal. It's just circulating around him. He brings so much in such an acute way that he is irreplaceable in the hearts and minds of others. That 2 is just hitting a hard "own worst enemy". He mends through love and what he gives others. If he does not feed his heart and exercise the fire and love he feels in his chest then he will succumb to the dampness he exerts over himself. And yet he is suspicious of many things, a skeptical eye on much while yearning for more for others and for himself that he might not be able to reach for. Giving him this sense that much he wishes for is unattainable despite everything. Balance is what he needs and he knows what he needs to do in order to move fowards. He does everything with such a fluid grace that's raw and driving and primordial and passionate full of a tender and hot fire. He really is just wonderful in so many ways and I cannot stop thinking about the cherished way he cradles everything and considers everything around him. He really is an explorer with such an expansive heart and mind that seeks to understand a broad amount. And with such love and tender care despite the pain and tragedy that follows him. I hope this is the end of my word vomiting. Because this has been building up inside of me for about a mon

[xalygatorx]

hi!! i just found your bg3 fic unbound last night and read all 100k words in about 24 hours. it’s seriously one of my favorite bg3 fics i’ve ever read. this type of retelling of the source narrative, but fleshed out with blanks filled in, deeper characterization, and a named and specific protag, is a genre that i’ve seen other fics tackle and it seems hard to do well. but unbound does it so successfully that it feels like im experiencing the game we love for the first time all over again!! that’s a huge feat imo. the companion characters’ voices feel so true and áine is really fantastic as a protagonist. for my personal taste, this fic is checking all the boxes. i’ve been wanting to read more strong, capable protagags for whom the title of leader actually feels appropriate, while also maintaining the gentleness and loving nature that these flawed companion characters need in their lives. áine is fascinating, smart, and i cannot wait to learn more about her. i’ve been wanting to read more fics with the combat and violence that is very important to the bg3 story world and imbedded in who these characters are. not a knock on what people like, but for me, these characters are both soft at times AND also badass killers! it’s what they do! let’s see them fight! you also just write combat so well. áine in the gnoll fight was amazing. i’ve wanted to see more interactions between the companions in fics—not just protagonists with every companion circling them like the sun, but companions that feel like true people with their own inner lives and relationships to each other. yes all eyes are on áine here, which feels earned as she’s a strong leader and alluring person, but it doesn’t feel forced here. it feels true that these people who just met would latch onto astarion’s budding romance with her, but they ALSO talk about other things with him sometimes! it’s great! unbound really just nails these things and more! i’m so excited to read more and am finally going to sign up for an ao3 account just to give it the hits it rightfully deserves (seriously how does it not have more attention!). excellent work!!!!!!

Thank you so much. 🥹 This gave me all the warm fuzzies to read and it means a lot that you've been enjoying it so much and that it's renewed the game story for you in some way. 🩷 Also big big thanks for the feedback! I don't usually write combat (at least not with regularity), but I like to, and sometimes I wonder if I'm doing it in a way that makes any sort of sense. 😅

I feel you on the "mc is the center of the universe" frustration, it makes sense and that's the way the game kind of is too except for travel party cross-talk but I'd love it if there were little nuggets of that during camp stops too! Maybe that's why I like adding them so much.

Seriously thank you so much for the kind words and for taking the time to write this, this was a joy to start my morning with, and thank you for reading too. 🥰