#let me know what you think! :D /vnf

[just-a-mer]

Resting his head against there's, he allows his eyes to close, listening to the steady flow of the Lethe nearby and the beating of his own heart. "It is always with you that I fear not even a siren could string together a song that perfectly describes my adoration. Let alone sing as beautifully as you speak ... I love you, too, my star."

Odysseus pulls them into a hug. One that, while not tight, was enveloping. "All the tricks and things you show, no matter if they're as small as the gaps between the grain of sand or as large as the world we tread upon, I welcome it. The love comes with you; surrounding and shown."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer

[diracsea]

on this very random fucking day, since my brain cannot absorb any more Chinese, I’m gonna list out some of my fav VNF Wattpad authors.

da_River, once D_LittleStar (D.): The absolute favorite, totally unmatched. The one and only author that can wreck me with every single one of her stories. Qua chơi cùng mình? So pure so wholesome. Let’s pretend the world stops turning? Also really wholesome with no shipping content whatsover. Em giấu điều gì trong đôi mắt? Damn girl you bet how many times I’ve cried reading this one. Take me home, country road (unpublished)? I think of this one every time I pass by my hometown river. Trúng số? Nguyễn Ngọc Tư’s level of emotional depth. Cách để chạm đến mặt trời? I feel like this one is the one story that will carry me through my bumpy young adult days. Hình người tâm ma? Holy fucking shit the sheer level of eroticism I can’t...

wreckedworld, once nine19enth (A.): I love her. I love reading everything she writes, no matter if they’re fanfiction, original stories, book reviews, diaries recording her days in Japan, or just random rants after a long tiresome day - most of which she has now hidden (or deleted, idk). I dedicated a story of mine (Hai đứa trẻ) to her, once, and these days I wonder if she still remembers it, after all those years. In my closet there’s still a Vietnam NT 2020 shirt with the name N. QUANG HAI that I bought to give her when I learned that she intended to return to Vietnam in Jan 2020 (oh yeah and since we’re mentioning that shirt, fuck you Quang Hải and fuck your misogyny). I never had the chance, as the pandemic struck.

Minbadend, also known as whereialive (N.): The 314 ficdom was great, and N. used to be one of its most prolific writer. She’s someone who never hesitates to try out new ideas, most of which are really breathtaking when executed. I loved her Hồn Hoang collection so much that I even commissioned her to write another collection in that exact format. She gave me Lặng (on the very first day of the Lunar Year 4 years ago), and while it was not as poetically written as Hồn Hoang, I feel like Lặng has a more solid structure and a more coherent plot. She still writes fanfic, as far as I know (we’re still friends on Facebook), and in fact I would gladly read everything she writes, even when I have no idea who the characters are, and even though I don’t always agree with her extreme views on fandom stuffs. Some writers’ styles are just that addictive

nolastgoodbye, once linnervard (M.): She didn’t write much, but most of her stories melted my heart with their sweetness. My favorite story by her would be Cingulomania, but I really enjoy her Felix Felicis as well, even though I’ve never touched a single Harry Potter book in my entire godforsaken life. Fun story time, I kinda know her irl through one of my closest friends, who participated in the University Club where M. used to be the chairman. Can’t spill all the details, but according to my friend, irl M. seems to be wildly different from her Wattpad persona. 

Hojua5 (T.): This person wrote a 500-fucking-page novel in the form of fanfiction over the span of less than one year, and that’s not to mention her other works (written during the same period, also impossibly long), as well as the fact that she still worked full-time and traveled a lot. Yes, I’m talking about the famous Đủ dũng khí để trân trọng cậu. Tell you what, I can never imagine myself with that level of dedication, productivity, or perseverance. T.’s stories never wrecked me the way D.’s or M.’s did (I guess this is mostly due to our generation gap - T. is 9 years older than me); nevertheless, they are always entertaining enough to keep me turning the pages. And now that I’m thinking about T., I’m assuming that incorporating friendship into fanfic is one of the things I learned from her, many many years ago.

smoothxcriminal (N.): Every single one of her social media account has this quote stamped under the profile picture: “I do exactly what you tell me not to.” Somehow, her stories generate that exact vibe: always unexpected, a bit unhinged, a little rebellious. For me, her most impressive work is Thick and thin ‘til our last day (turn my soul into a raging fire), a rather atypical collection that depicts the footballers as people with special abilities who just want to live their lives in peace yet always get pulled into dangerous situations (Stranger Things, anyone?): a Thành Chung who can switch between human and dog form, a Tiến Linh who can understand animals’ languages, a Xuân Trường who has psychokinetic abilities, etc. etc. Her Em chẳng có gì also left a really deep impression on me, especially that one shot in which Công Phượng commits suicide and his closest friends’ thoughts are brought to light.

andiethecheesetea, also known as the3rdandy (where’s the second Andie?) (T.): Olympia girl. Reading her story is like riding a rollercoaster. One moment you laugh your ass off, the very next moment you just want to crawl into a corner to contemplate life. I feel like she put that much humor in her stories just to mask the fact that she takes them all very, very seriously. Is this how having BPD feels like?