#reposting here for a little more exposure!

[writingforstraykids]

Ohh please I'm begging for Chan x Jeongin with a daddy kink🙏🏻🙏🏻💌

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan (mention of Seungmin in the end👀)

Word Count: 1404

Warnings/Tags: smut, soft!dom!chan, needy!sub!innie, daddy!kink, praising, begging, dry-humping

A/N: I'm so happy more of you have requested Chan x Jeongin, I'm starting to love them🤭💕

Part of the 💌 event. More here

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan was sitting on their sofa, working on a few new songs. It was his day off but he just wanted to add some finishing touches to them before enjoying his break. All of the others were gone, busy working, and he felt a little guilty for sitting around at home. Well, almost all of the others. Their maknae was sitting at the other end of the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sighing softly from time to time. Chan could imagine what was bothering him and decided not to ask. Jeongin knew he could ask if he needed some special attention. 

Chan glanced over at him for a moment and bit back a smile. He was cuddled up beneath a blanket, wearing a sweater of Chan, hair still adorably ruffled up from his nap earlier. He reached over and gently rubbed his thigh, only parted by the blanket and the fabric of his pants. “Doing alright, Innie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and kept scrolling, stopping as another edit of Chan in his Christopher mode popped up. He watched, intrigued, as Chan rolled his hips, pulled up his shirt, and poked out his tongue as he put his abs on display. “God,” he breathed out. 

“Huh?” he asked, not really paying attention. If he would've he would see the blush creeping up his friend's neck, the need filling his eyes and making him shiver. 

“Nothing,” he muttered and pretended to change his position on the sofa but, in reality, shuffled down his pants and boxers. He quickly shoved his fingers into his mouth as Chan didn't look before reaching down between his legs beneath the blanket. He gently eased a finger into his hole and choked on a moan, trying to cover it up with a cough. 

Chan pretended not to notice and kept on working. He knew that Jeongin had a hard time keeping his mouth shut and would be begging before he knew it. He gave him another few minutes, and glancing over, his head had dropped back against the armrest, eyes fluttering suspiciously. He was biting his lower lip hard and subtly moved his hips, meeting his fingers. He kept his gaze back on his laptop and laughed. “You know, if you're fucking your fingers to the sight of me, the least you can do is let me hear.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he flinched as Chan closed his laptop and pulled the blanket off his body. “Hyung,” he whimpered at his exposure. 

Chan smiled at the sight of him, pants barely shoved down enough to get access. His hand was buried four fingers up until his knuckles were inside of him, and his dick was leaking against his stomach. “Feeling needy?”

“Daddy, please,” he moaned, pushing back on his fingers.

“Oh, that needy already,” he smirked and gently rubbed his hands down his bare thighs. “Needy little baby Innie,” he said fondly. 

He huffed in frustration, and his eyes got teary. “Need you. Please. Need you so bad,” he whimpered. 

“Yeah?” he asked gently, and Jeongin nodded eagerly. 

“Hurts, daddy,” he whimpered, and Chan soothingly fondled his stomach, collecting the precum and wrapping his hand around his dick. “Need you so bad, wanna feel full, wanna be good for you. Needed you all day but you were busy working.”

“Shh, daddy's here now, okay?” Chan said soothingly and leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Now relax, okay, let me help you out.”

Jeongin nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out, whimpering at the loss. “Daddy,” he whined and reached out for him. 

Chan sat back into his prior spot and lifted him into his lap, kissing him calmingly. He rubbed his sides, planting tiny kisses all over his face. “I got you, baby boy.”

Jeongin held onto him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “M’so needy, it's embarrassing,” he whines, blushing heavily. Even now, he can't stop himself from grinding down against him. “Woke up hard, but everyone was gone already and I couldn't find you either. Tried my toy but you feel so much better,” he rambled on. 

“You're so cute,” he whispered adoringly and rubbed his lower back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt. “Such a needy little baby.”

“Only for you,” he breathed out, and Chan knew that was true. Their youngest hadn't been messing around with anyone else. Chan had been his first and stayed his only, which explained the soft spot he had for him. “Only for daddy.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.” He gently patted his hips before shuffling down his own pants and stroking himself a few times. “Wait, I haven't got any lube.”

Jeongin reached into the pocket of his pants. “Here, I didn't want to waste time,” he admitted, and Chan laughed before spreading some on his hand. He gently eased his fingers into him, checking if he was ready. Jeongin whimpered deliciously and pressed right back. 

“Okay, relax for me, yeah?” he said gently and covered his dick in lube before pushing into him slowly. 

Jeongin pushed back eagerly, sinking down on him a little too fast and crying out in pain as the stretch got too much. 

Chan's grip on his hips got firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and he did, eyes teary, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I know you're needy, baby, but don't hurt yourself. We have all the time you need, and I won't stop until you're fully satisfied, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he stammered. “I'm sorry.”

“It's all good,” he promised and connected their lips to a kiss, gently rolling his hips and helping him sink down on him. 

A hot tear slipped down his cheek as he finally felt full. “Thank you, daddy. It feels so good,” he rambled, and Chan giggled softly. Chan started kissing down his neck lovingly, smiling as the younger gripped his hair. “Please, can you mark me up? Make me yours?”

Chan melted at this simple request. “You're mine. My pretty baby boy,” he promised and sank his teeth into his skin, biting down and sucking a loving mark.

Jeongin purred above him, riding him eagerly. Sweet little moans and whimpers left his lips and grew in pitch and volume. They mixed with Chan's muffled groans against his lips as he enjoyed the rough, fast pace his baby was setting. Chan choked on his breath as Jeongin seemed to have managed to drag his prostate along his dick, crying out in pure bliss. “Fuck, Channie, daddy, please, right there,” he babbled, and Chan took over, pounding into him forcefully. 

Chan watched as he turned into a begging, rambling, crying mess above him. He started praising him, telling him how good he was, how beautiful, how sweet, and Jeongin melted into a puddle. 

“Daddy's good boy?” he moaned out needily. 

“Daddy's best boy,” Chan assured him, and Jeongin all but sobbed. “Gosh, you're emotional today,” he said adoringly, watching his head fall back, eyes rolling back and grip growing tight. 

“Da-Daddy,” he sobbed. “Close, so close, please.”

“Yeah, wanna cum? Make a mess of daddy and cum all over me?” he asked, and Jeongin whimpered in response. 

“Please, daddy, I've been good, please, please,” he chanted, and Chan gently squeezed his hips, giving him permission. 

“Cum for daddy, pretty baby,” he told him, and Jeongin tensed up, releasing thick ropes of cum all over him as he came with a shout of Chan's name. 

Chan buried his face in his chest as he followed shortly after and kept pounding into him needily. “Fuck, such a good boy for daddy, so so good,” he told him as Jeongin kept on sobbing his name. 

“Don't stop,” he whimpered through sobs, still longing for more. “Please don't stop, daddy.”

Someone dropped a bag, making them both flinch and stare up in shock. “Seriously? Without me?” Seungmin pouted at them. “Daddy?” he asked, his pout growing even wider. 

“Hey, puppy,” Chan smiled mischievously, grunting softly as Jeongin was still moving. “Wanna join daddy and his good little boy?” he asked, and everything happened at once. Seungmin's lips parted with an obscene moan, and he dropped onto his knees right where he was. Jeongin came a second time, hard, burying his face in his shoulder with a shout before whimpering ‘daddy’ and Seungmin's name. Chan watched them, a little stunned, before smirking softly. “Well, come here then, pup.”

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[shes-some-other-where]

“To know you’ll only fail again.”

Prompt: “Tell me how it feels.”

Contains: exposure, restraints, barbed wire, dehydration, taunting

Barbed wire raked over his skin at the slightest movement.

Agonized screams lay heavy in his throat.

Locked in tightly cinched iron shackles, his hands had long gone numb.

His legs trembled, supporting a body that could not fall.

All night, all day. He’d been left alone, acknowledged only occasionally with a gulp of water—and more frequently, with scathing jeers.

The overseer approached, jangling his keys. Slow, taunting, swinging. “So? Was your little stunt worthwhile?”

Tongue dry as sand, the prisoner remained silent.

“Tell me how it feels,” the overseer said. “To have failed. To know you’ll only fail again.”

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[boccher]

widefield of the milky way core, 1hr total exposure time from a Bortle 2 dark site at 24mm focal length

The photo contains a bunch of my other photos within it. I think its neat to see the context of all the nebulae

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A little ramble under the cut

The most common question astronomers get is "what does it look like to the naked eye?" Photos are usually much more detailed and colourful, since cameras can take long exposures while our eyes can't.

I was able to observe it from the Bortle 2 site with about 10 mins of dark adaptation (astronomers usually recommend at least 30 mins but I was busy at the time). I edited the photo to try to account for the level of details, colour, and stars that I was able to see with my eyes, here:

It was mostly colourless, but I think I was able to see a faint hint of golden brown colour right in the brightest part of the milky way core. The central bulge of the milky way extended just short of Antares (bright yellow star at the top), and I was just barely able to see the dark dust lanes extending to Antares. The Lagoon nebula was obviously visible as a small diffuse cloud, and the Omega nebula was also visible as a fuzzy looking "star" if you knew where to look.

Keep in mind though this is in the southern hemisphere, where the milky way core passes directly overhead. In the northern hemisphere, this region of the milky way is lower on the horizon, and is thus dimmed by the atmosphere. On the other hand, I didn't adapt my eyes to the darkness for very long, and I was in a Bortle 2 site (the darkest skies are rated Bortle 1), so even better views are definitely possible.

I think the biggest thing that photos can't capture is the sheer size of the milky way in the sky. It stretches across the entire sky from horizon to horizon, and at its thickest point it's wider than two outstretched hands at arms length. The sky is also dotted with stars covering your entire field of vision. As much as it's a cliché thing to say, you really do get a sense of yourself on earth floating through space. It's an insanely immersive experience

[drdemonprince]

autistic anon here again, thanks for fielding my question, you're a real one for not all toxic positivity on it. i guess i should've formulated things better, because i didn't mean to imply being completely wrapped up in decision paralysis to the point of doing nothing. that's a mental hurdle i've cleared a long time ago, so shit gets done. i have a few emails sitting in my inbox of fundraisers i helped with that closed out, and it;s making me emotional just thinking about it.

there's a weird disconnect between knowing that you're just one person (and that's something i actually like, i'm no-one special, that's a very freeing thought), and fully feeling it. because somewhere there's always a nagging worry i could do more. as true as it is, reminding yourself you're doing what you can feels like a convenient self-soothing lie when you're in the pit of a bad night. probably the calvinist whispering poisons in your ear. (being afraid of falling in the trap of slacktivism or just reposting everything as a signal boost and patting myself on the back for a job well done, amongst them. which is BS, but knowing isn't believing.)

i mentioned the autistic part for a reason, because community is something i've never quite experienced and only understand in the abstract. like those fundraisers i helped with many, many other people, that's a community effort and i'm proud i could contribute my little bit. translating that to in-person efforts has been a big ??? though. it's not very parseable or approachable to me.

i hadn't quite grokked this as all being part of shame, i have your book sitting here and have read it a while, probably should reread it.

Hey, thanks for writing back! I hear from people of all levels of engagement, from having never done anything to like dedicated black bloc hard core mother fuckers so it's hard to gauge from a single message what someone's particular situation is.

It sounds like you are already doing a ton, choosing actions to take, following through on them, reflecting on the impact of your tactics, and then regrouping to do more and to try things differently where you can. Yet you still feel like shit sometimes and as if you're not doing enough. What to do about those feelings?

Well. Consider those feelings aren't a problem you have to fix. They're just a thing that will happen. Because of cultural conditioning and endless exposure to alarming messages and imagery online they're just gonna come up. Those feelings can just exist while you keep doing the damn thing.

You've already got your behavior on lock. You're doing what you can and not succumbing to choice paralysis. You're hopefully not burning yourself out. It doesn't sound like anything needs to change, maybe other than you not consuming too much online bullshit that's making you feel even more guilty needlessly.

You say: "there's a weird disconnect between knowing that you're just one person (and that's something i actually like, i'm no-one special, that's a very freeing thought), and fully feeling it."

Yeah, you might not ever fully feel it. As long as you keep acting like it's true, you're good imo.

i feel like the most evil selfish unlovable human being alive most days. it doesn't really matter that i do. it sucks, but that's just a fact of how my life has been. i can keep picking myself up and doing what i have decided is right for me to do anyway. i do what i can to avoid triggers that make that feeling worse, so that it doesn't become a barrier to action, but otherwise i just... keep on living, with terrible emotions and terrible thoughts. and i focus on my actions.

As for the community piece, I hear you, it's really fucking hard. I think it's very humbling work that is so worth doing though. Often it involves showing up to the work that a group is doing and living with the fact that you won't know what the fuck is going on and looking inept for a while. it's a necessary distress tolerance building exercise, getting more comfortable with just being there and rearranging the chairs and setting up the food and feeling like a dumbass who has nothing to contribute.

being able to sit with those feelings and keep showing up and not having an ego about it is enough to earn a lot of trust and foster deeper connections, I find. so many people fail to be able to even do that in most organizing/activist/volunteering spaces. I understand it feels mortifying but it is another one of those situations of getting over oneself in a way that's ultimately so freeing and beautiful. when you can accept that people want you around even if you never have anything to say and do nothing but bring paper cups and take out the trash. it's a real object lesson in how not being all that important can be a wonderful thing and make it possible for us to find love and acceptance.

[w31rdochan]

since the poll was a yes..

here's my first little batch of emotes!!!

Smiley

Bleghhhh smile

This is a reminder we do not associate ourselves with the community and this is all for fun and to let people have more emotes :3 (also because i just wanted too)

these are f2u, **REPOSTS > LIKES** I really want exposure to see my emotes be used more :3

[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God Masterlist

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x OFC

AO3 — Spotify — #foreigner’s god

❝ Sometimes, the greatest power lies not in what we can control, but in what we can uncover within ourselves. In the depths of darkness, secrets await, and it is our choice to embrace them or let them consume us. Together, they embarked on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware that love, like a tempest, would shatter all their plans and rebuild their world anew. ❞

⤹ SUMMARY:

She was born with the ability to manipulate reality and the world around her. Hydra raised her and turned her into their deadliest weapon until the Avengers saved her and offered her a chance at a better life. A dark past often comes with secrets that demand to be uncovered. There might actually be more to it than meets the eye, a kind of power that’s been sleeping deep within her, waiting to be discovered. But how does one get over losing everything without losing themselves?

One reckless night on a rooftop, a bad decision leads the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen right into her arms, and he decides to tag along on her journey down the past.

As it turns out, Matt Murdock is a man unable to take no for an answer when he has set his mind to something, and once she decides to let him into her heart, all the plans she made for the future fall apart.

Or, in which a troubled Avenger forms an alliance with Daredevil to fight a common enemy and save their city, but they end up saving each other instead.

⤹ CONTENT WARNINGS:

SLOW BURN, Canon typical violence, ANGST, EVENTUAL SMUT, light BDSM, Oral sex, daddy kink, praise & pain kink, blood & cum play, Switch!Matt, toxic behavior, language, severe mental illness, PTSD, implied/referenced torture, substance abuse disorder, self-harm, mentions of sexual assault, Hydra, age gap, religious imagery and symbolism, eventual romance, some fluff, mutant powers, mentions of child molestation, near-death experiences, catholic guilt, NOT TONY STARK FRIENDLY (at least until chapter 40 or so), turning good characters into bad guys, not completely canon compliant

-> There will be chapter-specific warnings before each chapter because they tend to vary with each one!

⤹ AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone! I didn’t expect this to blow up the way it did, so I decided to edit the entire Masterlist and repost it while I continue editing the chapters on AO3 and here, too. Welcome to everyone who’s new here!

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

I’m trying not to describe any specific physical traits like body shape, hair color, etc. (although I think I called her skin “pale” once or twice in reference to her lack of sun exposure) in any of the chapters. The character was assigned female at birth and also identifies as female with she/her pronouns, but other than that, I do not give her any traits other than her name – Eliza Bennett. Her looks are entirely up to your imagination! So you can view this as a reader insert or not, whatever you want. It’s up to you how you interpret this story.

-> Series takes place in early season 2 and continues from there on.

-> This work is 18+ ONLY!

[the asterisk (*) indicates explicit sexual content; (^) indicates the chapter has been edited to fit the new style]

— ACT ONE: HYDRA —

chapter one: I Did Something Bad (^)

chapter two: Raise A Little Hell (^)

chapter three: I Think He Knows (^)

chapter four: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (^)

chapter five: Hold Me While You Wait (^)

chapter six: Ivy (^)

chapter seven: right where you left me (^)

chapter eight: doomsday (^)

chapter nine: Block Me Out  (^)

chapter ten: 1 step forward, 3 steps back (^)

chapter eleven: New Invention (^)

chapter twelve: It’s Nice To Have A Friend (^)

chapter thirteen: Devil Town (^)

chapter fourteen: Family Line (^)

chapter fifteen: So it goes…* (^)

chapter sixteen: Do I Wanna Know?* (^)

chapter seventeen: Look Who’s Inside Again (^)

chapter eighteen: Anti-Hero (^)

chapter nineteen: You’re On Your Own Kid  (^)

chapter twenty: Innocent* (^)

chapter twenty-one: Green, Green Dress*

chapter twenty-two: mirrorball*

chapter twenty-three: The Avengers (pt.1) 

chapter twenty-four: The Avengers (pt.2) 

chapter twenty-five: For Real This Time 

chapter twenty-six: Black Out Days 

chapter twenty-seven: Dear Reader

chapter twenty-eight: Look What You Made Me Do 

chapter twenty-nine (Bonus Chapter): Haunted

chapter thirty: Hayloft II

chapter thirty-one: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

chapter thirty-two: Chasing Cars

chapter thirty-three: How To Save A Life

chapter thirty-four: Foreigner’s God(*)

chapter thirty-five: long story short*

chapter thirty-six: this is me trying*

chapter thirty-seven: New Romantics*

chapter thirty-eight: Lavender Haze*

chapter thirty-nine: As It Was*

chapter forty: Monster*

chapter forty-one: Daylight

— ACT TWO: PUNISHER —

chapter forty-two: I’ll Get The Coffee*

chapter forty-three: She Knows*

chapter forty-four: Cold As You 

chapter forty-five: Bird Set Free 

chapter forty-six: Human*

chapter forty-seven: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (^)

chapter forty-eight: Bad Blood (^)

chapter forty-nine: Dark Paradise (^)

chapter fifty: Meet Me In The Hallway (^)

chapter fifty-one: Demons (^)

chapter fifty-two: Say You Won't Let Go (^)

chapter fifty-three: I Will Be Your Remedy (^)

chapter fifty-four: Dancing With The Devil (^)

chapter fifty-five: Why Am I Like This? (^)

[meatcatt]

Hello!! I found some of your art on Pinterest so I went searching and I found your twitter which led me here! I reallllyyyy love your art!! It's so cute. Especially how you draw Shamura- They're just a little bean!!

I also adore your Redo AU! Especially how Narinder is getting babied by his siblings haha. Makes me wonder their reaction would be to Lambert (Who I feel so bad for. They did not deserve this, the poor bby)

First off I want to say thank you for liking my art work, it means the world to me that though I have left the cult of the lamb fandom behind (mostly) that my blog and the art I’ve made can still be enjoyed by fans new and old. Redo au is my baby, and I’m glad so many people enjoy it despite its lack luster writing haha…

I have struggled to answer this ask because I want to make it clear you aren’t the problem. But I also desperately need people to know.

The reason I left the cult of the lamb fandom, and for awhile tumblr as a whole, was because my art work was constantly being stolen and re uploaded despite my wishes. Even with credit. And the main culprit was Pinterest (though YouTube and Reddit didn’t help).

I want to say again that this person, or anyone who found me through Pinterest, is absolutely not the issue. I also understand that part of having popular art in fandom is that it’s inevitably going to get stolen. I understand that. But it’s just. It hurts. Every time.

I cannot describe to you the mood killer it is to scroll looking for fandom stuff and see your own art work flashed at you. No credit and sometimes your watermark purposely removed. And the fact that it’s plastered on every page I have “please don’t repost my artwork even with credit” it feels like even more a punch to the gut. Because of those I considered even credited work stolen, because it deliberately goes against my wishes.

I know some people say “it doesn’t matter because you’re getting free exposure”. And they are right. This asker is exact proof of that. But! I post art work online for likes, comments, and reblogs. I know that might seem shallow but it’s true. I want to see people like my art, I want to see what people think about it. If I don’t I just keep it to myself or just show my friends which happens to be the majority of my work. Most of my stuff has never been posted publicly anywhere! And those likes and comments drive me, they make me want to create because people like my stuff! It makes me happy. And I can’t get that if someone steals it and takes it off site.

I left tumblr for a bit after discovering my entire tumblr had essentially been re-uploaded to Pinterest by a single user (most of the time it’s only a few of my most popular posts taken). Credit removed. I doom scrolled it for hours. I had to stop when I saw someone commented on my artwork saying “I love this art but who’s the artist, I can’t seem to find them anywhere?” I don’t know. It hurt.

I joined in stars and time fandom hesitantly, and after scrolling on YouTube got recommended a video that had my art work stolen in it. Not credit. And I’m heart broken. Maybe this shouldn’t hurt me so much. But it does.

[a-vctlan]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙!

repost, don't reblog!

NAME : vetlan

PRONOUNS : they/them (in the plural sense) but any will do

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord ding dong ditching where i just spam you with messages of a bunch of links / thoughts / memes and leave them there for you to answer whenever it is you come online — kinda limited by my timezone and work schedule what can i say... and well my inspiration is unstable. in all senses of the word.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : They're split up among the following blogs:

vctlan ( main multimuse, you are here ): devil may cry: credo & kyrie from dmc4 final fantasy 7 comp ( hooboy ): angeal, biggs, barret, cloud, dr. grazia (oc), luxiere, prof. hojo, rude prototype: dana a. mercer

sentmail (sideblog to vctlan): kunsel, second class operative from crisis core

mortal kombat standalones, currently on hiatus: whiptrip — takeda takashi kcnshi — kenshi takahashi venefikus —quan chi

all these characters............... and i stil want more >:(

BEST EXPERIENCE : let me sum it up in a screenshot:

its being able to torture your buddies and receive threats of retaliation :3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : depends on the day tbqh, somedays i'm lenient, somedays every little slight against patience irks me - but my exposure to these things is limited because i don't tend to follow people that: stir in negativity / interact with anon hate / over-format their posts / don't cut replies / linger on the superficial aspects of muse interactions / demean my muses and their agency.

MUSE PREFERENCES : monsters / the people left behind / hope against odds / apathy vs rage / persisting, even so

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotted threads for drawn out roleplays, memes for a quick back and forth where we develop our muses relationship or as a quick pick me up / something to write when I dont have the brain/time for a proper reply.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : an average of around 3-5 paragraphs at least, though there are outliers. i feel like my writing is a little stilted sometimes, so i try to compensate with scenery dressing and an insight into the muse's thoughts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when I'm busy and can't write, obviously. but seriously, having the focus for it is the hardest part for me - other than that, I can write pretty much anywhere, even if it's just me pre-writing on my phone or plotting out what happens next in discord dms.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : something something insert text about the human experience and how we are all capable of acts of great compassion and great violence — there's facets of me in every character i write, but i wouldn't say i'm like any of them in specific. i just latch onto pain and misery because it's something i know well, what can i say.

TAGGED BY: @soldier-lodbrok TAGGING: @enshijou / @annjiru / @eddapoetic / @aicidos / @backwaterheroics / @breathofthearth / @noblehcart / @ you!!!111!

[boundinparchment]

Deus In Absentia - VIII

The first time was a coincidence. The second time was a fluke. But the third time? You were starting to think it was fate. Or, more likely, a calculated trap. Reposted from my previous blog, @/zhonglis-empty-wallet AO3

He was softest in the darkest hours of the morning, you discovered; when his mind and hands needed a reprieve and yearned for you instead of his precious creations.  Some nights, the title of lover lingered in your mind.  Those moments were glimpses at the person that, in a different, kinder world, he might have been.

“Everything has improved with you here,” he mumbled into your shoulder.  “So much easier, so much better.”

You enhanced him, his work.  You. 

Your name on his lips was probably the closest he ever came to uttering a prayer.

You weren’t a proper Archivist, certainly not by Akademiya standards, yet he found something of value in the quality of your work. In the comfort of your presence.  In you.

The Great Work kept you busy, long before the erosion of professionalism.  So much needed to be properly archived and preserved; a good chunk of it required transcribing because of centuries in a previous environment, one that was often a dank, moldy cavern.  Delegating only did so much.

Winter made everything harder.  You endured a broken radiator in your study, under the impression that maybe it just took a little time to turn on every unit (or perhaps Pantalone simply needed to be reminded that the cost was worth it).  A week passed before Dottore stormed in, muttering something about your notes being illegible.  You assured him you were well, suppressing a shiver all the while, but there was no hiding how cold your hands were when he pressed your palm to the corner of his mouth.

“No wonder your notes are sloppy,” he mumbled, eyes falling from you to the silent radiator in the corner.

Dottore gave the heater a swift kick, the device silent, without so much as a creak or click in response.

“Gather your things and use my office,” were his final words on the matter.

The next morning, you found a new radiator installed and a beautiful (too beautiful for the likes of the lab) coat draped on the back of your chair.  Soft, well-crafted, and warm.  Too expensive to accept, but you couldn’t not be without a coat in a Snezhnayan winter, either.

It was a statement, one more subtle than his usual boisterous behavior.  Then again, his scheming was never straight-forward.  While you were respected among the other Fatui when you spent time in the Palace above (or as respected as someone under a Harbinger could be), people talked. 

It was a delicate balance.

One Dottore cared little for.  Social convention meant almost nothing; what use did he have for it outside of diplomacy? 

He was particularly proud of the marks on your neck, his handiwork on display.

“Let them see,” he growled when you attempted to cover up the blatant teeth tracks on your neck one morning.  “I care not for the opinions or thoughts of those who could never understand.  Anyone who talks knows they’ll end up on my table anyway.”

That fear kept eyes from lingering too long, from whispers dying out as you approached.  It was especially noticeable when you joined Dottore for important dinner parties or other affairs, wherever he needed to be.  You were only ever introduced in your role but a silent undercurrent that you were close to Dottore ran through each interaction, each moment.  Every party was more lavish than the last, the status of a Harbinger extended to you in the form of fine clothing, finer wine, and exposure to the world you only ever heard of in storybooks.

It was clear that Dottore didn’t enjoy these things the way other Harbingers did.  He played the role he needed to, for the Tsaritsa, for the cause, but his mouth twitched in a frown for most of the events.  Useless wastes of time, he often muttered, before taking your hand and stealing you away as soon as convenient.

Not that you could really complain.  You had even less in common with your hosts, with fellow guests.  Dottore was simply sparing you the awkward moments, you rationalized.

Both of you worked together in a rhythm that no one else could follow or comprehend.

And even if they could, they wouldn’t, you knew. 

The world would never be that kind.

But that wasn’t a world you wanted to be part of.  Not anymore.

____________________________

He sang sometimes, when he thought no one was around, when he thought you weren’t listening.  One song was from Fontaine, you could tell by the rhythm; another from Sumeru, the cadence quicker, more jovial.  

Until one day, he told you to stay behind after receiving a missive from the Tsaritsa.  He returned with a blank expression, much like the one he wore in Mondstadt, and went back to work in his private study as if nothing happened, slamming the door behind him.

A crash.  A bang.  Something shattering.  Shouts.

Not an unusual occurrence, really.  Or perhaps you were just used to his mercurial nature.  He tended to cease his raging fairly quickly, or at least cool off just enough to form a plan of action and articulate it before trailing off into incomprehensible mutterings.  Usually, his tirades lasted all of ten minutes, often less.

This time, however…

The arm of the clock was long past the usual ten-minute mark.

And you could still make out shouts from below, no longer in familiar Sneznhayan.  The lab assistants were restless, no one brave enough to dip their head into your office and ask , but constantly walking past your door in an attempt to look busy.

Your connection to the Harbinger wasn’t exactly a mystery or a secret down here.  If Dottore could be heard ranting and raving, you were certain other things were heard as well.

Just when you thought he was finally finished and silence fell over Haeresys, you heard your title shouted at the top of the Harbinger’s lungs.

The trek down to his private study felt like a lifetime.  You entered after knocking and, once the door shut behind you, you came face to face with the results of Dottore’s wrath.  

Ink dripped down the wall where he’d thrown an almost-full bottle of the substance, staining the stone and everything else in its path.  Papers were strewn about, books dented and boxed from the force at which they were thrown (you tried not to wince at the way some of the spines were snapped and pages were bent).  Shards of porcelain and glass glittered along the floor and his desk, remnants of drinks and food among the remains.  A white coat was thrown haphazardly and laid alongside broken vials and test samples, most of which would have to be done again.

The man himself was slumped over the back of his chair from behind, as though he were looking over another’s shoulder.  His eyes were locked on the desk but they were glazed over with memory, lacking their usual sharp clarity.

You were used to his scars by now.  The map of his previous life laid bare.  

Harbingers were meant to abandon their former selves.

It felt sacrilegious, if such a thing applied, and yet a privilege all at once.

Something cracked underfoot as you took a single step forward; his mask, thrown with abandon, forgotten.  Dottore looked up, the fog of memory finally lifting from his gaze, crimson eyes as cold as blood-stained snow.

“Failure.  Complete and absolute failure.” 

He tacked on your name at the end of his sentence, dropping all pretense of titles.  After all, what power did they hold any longer in these four walls?  You knew each other as only lovers could, there was little left to hide.  

You knelt down and picked up the mask, brushing it off.  Upon inspection, the crack was only surface-level, repairable, a vein running across from the left eye, down the nose, and ending near the upper lip.  You laid it carefully upon the desk but the Harbinger made no attempt to reach for it.

“Inazuma was all but guaranteed, wasn’t it?” you asked, ignoring the will to mentally note what, exactly, would need to be reproduced now that most of his notes were ruined.

Dottore let out a derisive laugh, teeth bared.

“That’s just it, isn’t it?  It should have been.  And then some insolent Traveler snatched everything out from under us.”

He stood up and pulled his shoulders back, folding his arms behind his back as he began pacing.

“But perhaps it really isn’t that simple,” he muttered.  “Sending the Balladeer back to his homeland was a gamble, one I insisted upon.  Imagine, if you would, Archivist, a husk once intended for an Archon obtaining a Gnosis.  A puppet cast aside, too imperfect for such a divine device, defying the stars.  I was so close to finding the missing piece…”

Dottore brought his hands up and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the teal locks, his hands flexing as he sought his next train of thought.  He spoke quickly, trying to both process and come up with a solution, as if the latter was buried within the former.

“The Crimson Witch, defeated by an Outlander who controls elements without any kind of assistance.  Kunikuzushi is running around with a Gnosis and the capacity to become an Archon, assuming he managed to figure out how.  Years and years of carefully made plans, enacted with precision…only for betrayal and death to follow in their wake…there is no room for such imperfection…”

The weight of his words made your stomach drop.

La Signora…centuries snuffed out in an instant…

“Do be sure to cover her history, Archivist.  Rosalyne and I have… had …our differences but she was formidable and dedicated.  One did not think this day would come…least of all for the Crimson Witch of Flame.”

You stepped tentatively towards the Harbinger, careful to avoid glass and questionable substances.  His mind was elsewhere again.

“The only saving grace from Inazuma was the stock of fresh test subjects Pierro sent over.  The rest was fucking waste of time and resources.”

When you reached him, you pressed a tentative hand to his scarred cheek, not knowing what else to do or say.  The loss of two Harbingers, even if they all bickered and fought amongst themselves, was still a loss.  But there was no room for grief, to mourn.  Above all, the Gnoses must be collected.  Plans must remain in play.  That Dottore was absolutely pissed was understandable.

He leaned into the touch, posture sagging and arms falling to his sides.  For now, his rage had passed.  

“The plans for Sumeru and Fontaine cannot be anything other than absolute perfection, Archivist.”

“And they will be,” you reassured him.  “After all, aren’t failures simply prototypes for better versions?”

“One such as myself does not deserve your kindness, nor that of Nasha Tsaritsa,” Dottore whispered, his eyes locking onto yours as he cupped your hand and pressed his lips to your palm.  “Nothing lasts, Archivist.  But I am inherently selfish.  I want nothing more than to take these moments before they, too, vanish.”

[ardynoctlovers]

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[talatugtugin]

Crosspost: these images were prepared for the Instagram grid. The sources and subsequent posts are below the cut.

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1st part original:

- removed the lamp and some stray hairs

Instagram caption:

Everywhere they call me bida~ 😳🎶

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: removed a lamp and some stray hairs; changed the crop. https://www.instagram.com/p/C6Lb8kaO4i-

2nd part original:

- color graded and exposure and crop adjusted.

Instagram caption:

[#YGIG] Hi, world! 🤘🏼 We would like to thank all of the people who were with us in this very special day. Thank you very much to Universal Records Philippines for giving their full trust and support. To our Tatang Robin, and the whole SBTown family, we are very grateful to have you. Thank you for making our dreams come true. Today’s the start of our history. Always remember that: Wherever, YOU GO, I GO. ❇️ Caption repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: color graded and exposure and crop adjusted. https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19UkWE8cEg/

3rd part original:

- rotated and changed the crop; levels and colors around the face adjusted; background adjusted; stray hairs and some artifacts removed.

Instagram caption:

📟 [#YGIG_GM] happy monday ulit wego!! thank you so much for coming last Saturday. sarap sa puso makita kayo ulit. miss na agad namin kayo :(( let’s see each other soon <<33 Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: rotated and changed the crop; levels and colors around the face adjusted; background adjusted; stray hairs and some artifacts removed. https://www.instagram.com/p/C3hfPhOO9S3

4th part original:

- removed some stray hairs and artifacts; removed a person in the background; cleaned up the cup; removed the branding on the paper bag; reduced the yellows in the image except in YGIG Hazelyn's skintone and the burger; added bloom by way of a blurred layer reduced to ~60% above the near finished image with the eyes kept sharp.

Instagram caption:

I don't know why~ pero ang sarap ng burger with chicken pops na bbq and hot cappucino in the morning 😋 Sana masarap din ang food niyo WeGo and mag-ingat sa paparating na typhoon~ Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: removed some elements for better focus; color graded and bloom added. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu_qSgNuuGA/

5th part original:

- image composited with the background of a modified loona's flip that promotional image:

- adjustments were made to make the final image look more married

- removed the reflection in the sunglasses and cropped this composited image

- also created a slightly modified non-composite image

Instagram caption:

here's a picture of us back when we were in jeju~ we really can't wait to go back, and explore more beautiful places with all our members 🍀💚 Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: First image shows YGIG members before a background of a modified image of Loona's Flip That promotional photo. Second image is the real photo of YGIG at Jeju with little modifications for better focus. https://www.instagram.com/p/CuWg49JrclR/

6th part original:

- removed trash for better focus; adjusted the chairs' bars; adjusted the subject's exposure

Instagram caption:

here's my heart, exclusively for my wego only (hehe) did you like idky? among our songs, was there any song that related to you the most? let me know! i'll read it all :) Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: modified the chair and the subject's exposure for better focus. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu_n49rOowd/

7th part original:

- didn't alter these images since they matched the exposures of the other images

Instagram caption:

Hmm hair color check 👩🏻‍🦳😁

Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3uziripHJA

8th part original:

- removed the trash reflected in the sunglasses; removed the sleeves poking out from the camera left and expanded the background to the camera right slightly; reduced the background's saturation somewhat

Instagram caption:

Uh, listen up I've been thinkin' 🎶 Wazzup, WeGo! Napakinggan niyo na ba ang IDKY? How was it? Napa-keep in it cozy gon cut me some slack na ba kayo? Kung hindi pa mag-stream na kayooooo. 🍀 Repost from @ygig_official

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: removed some visual clutter and reduced the background saturation for better focus; crop adjusted. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu_sfObuKT1

9th part original:

- adjusted the perspective via the bottom vertices to match the other images' perspectives; cleaned up some shadows near the mouth and added more volume to the top of the hair (no other digital modification to Darlene beside that); expanded the top of the background; some exposure adjustments to uncrush the blacks

Instagram caption:

Tumingin sa'kin, o mabighani~ 🎶 #DoTheShabaShaba 🎶

- follow up comment:

※ Photo altered from the original: Perspective was corrected to match the images next to it and exposure was adjusted to uncrush the blacks. Background and hair volume slightly expanded. https://www.facebook.com/share/1Bg4gE1jGA/https://www.facebook.com/share/1Bg4gE1jGA/

[woridofwriting]

☼ Welcome ☽

♡ M ♡ She/Her ♡ Twenty-One ♡ Virgo ♡ ~Suffering through University~ ______________________________________________________________ Hello!

I am M, a full-time university student and a passionate writer. I plan to write on here sometimes if my schedule allows for the extra time! I am also here to chat if anyone wants to talk about motorsport, hockey, or writing (part of my field of study).

A LITTLE ABOUT ME

↳ I am passionate lover of motorsports, writing, and the occasional watcher of hockey.

↳ Watch F1, F2, and sometime F3 if it's not too early in the morning. I also will, from time to time, follow along with Indycar.

↳ My favourite team is Williams, everyone has unrealistic dreams, and if I had to say I had a favourite driver it would be Logan Sargeant.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

< Can I request?>

↳ absolutly! I may be a bit slow getting to them with school, work and such, but I am more than happy to write for others.

<What do you write?>

↳ I prefer to do xreader, but it is up to you otherwise. I can do AUs, Poly and what have you. I will not write anything with Non-con, Dub-con, self-harm or other potentially violent or upsetting themes. If in doubt send an ask or a message! 18+ drivers only please!

<Do you have a tag list?>

↳ I don't have one yet, but you can either message me, comment, or ask in my inbox, and I will get one started.

<I'm new/shy how can I best support you?>

↳ Tumblr runs best on reblogs (different than reposts, that confused me at first) as this adds exposure. You can also like and comment on works! I promise that I am not judging you if you reblog or like!

<Do you want feedback or helpful criticism?>

↳ No thank you! I appreciate the thought, however I would rather not know as I am just doing this for fun and don't want any pressure to be "right" with everything I write.

<Are you posting anywhere else?>

↳ Nope, I am just writing on here for now, but I will update if that changes. I do ask that no one repost, or copies my work on to other sites including translations and reposts with credit. Also please do not put my work in any form of AI for any reason.

DISCLAIMER

All things posted here are meant to be a work of fiction, and by no means are intended to represent any real or living people, there is no connection between anything on this page, and no real life affiliation to anyone possibly depicted in it. This page is for entertainment purposes only! Any media, stories or other depictions referenced in the writing are strictly fictional, and are done with no malicious intent or intent to defame character. Once again this is STRICTLY FICTIONAL.

Please do not repost any works on here on to other sites or use in or for AI for any reason including but not limited to AI training, or publishing. All original media belongs to there rightful owners, and will be taken down if asked.

[ashtraythief]

How do you get so much engagement? Not in a jealous sort of way, but more in a curious way of someone who seeks tips/advice on the matter. It seems these days fandom is much more…distant than it once was and it’s a bit discouraging, you know? I can barely get any sort of engagement, either on my socials or my ao3, but to know you have such a devoted fan base (such as me!) it fills me with hope that it’s possible :)

Any tips and/or ideas?

Oh wow, first off, thank you so much for your kind words!

As for engagement, I don't know if I have much wisdom to give there. Spn fandom is definitely getting smaller, has been for years. Even when I got into it ten years ago, it was already past its prime.

Gonna share what little knowledge I have under the cut.

So I am not the right person to ask about socials lol. I have very little engagement on tumblr actually. I know it doesn't look like it right now, but usually I go months without getting asks. And then I guess sometimes whenever I get one, other people see it and remember they can send me asks? And then I just get a bunch, of which I suspect several are from the same people 😅, and then things go quiet again. Usually, most of them are related to the underneath verse, which makes sense since it's an ongoing WIP, and people have questions (that I am very happy to answer, always! Even tho I can't give anything about the ending away 😅). I used to post fic links here, but I got so little engagement I eventually gave up on that. It didn't seem worth the effort of formatting the posts, but I also have no way of knowing how many people just check ao3 and how many click on a link on tumblr.

Twitter is a little different, but it's also gotten more quiet there. The end of the show didn't help and then recent events *cough*prequelgate*cough* accelerated the decline of J2 fandom especially. But I get some interaction with fic posting there, more than on tumblr anyway, so that's where I post new fics. I think it's helpful to screenshot the summary and attach it to the post for more info. Maybe? I've never done a survey on this lol. Definitely don't be shy about retweeting and reposting for timezone purposes and on different days. Some people follow so many accounts they won't see your post otherwise.

As for fic engagement, idk. A good snappy summary, enough tags for people to get interested but no overtagging? But like, I'm a bad standard here, I think. I've been in fandom for over 10 years, I've written almost 200 fics in all kinds of genres, so people know me. I've also participated in gift exchanges, challenges and auction fics, which is also something that gives you exposure. And I was lucky that one of my first big fics was popular. So I guess a reasonable amount of people know me as a J2 author.

Also supporting my theory of being known is that I recently posted a fic in a much more active fandom and I immediately had like four times the engagement I'd usually get for J2 fics, but still much less than the popular fics in that fandom.

And not all of my spn rpf fics get a lot of engagement either. It always depends on subject matter, pairings, trends in fandom etc. If you look at my fic list, you'll see a lot of fics with few kudos for a variety of reasons.

I still write them, even if I know not a lot of people are interested in them, but I still enjoy writing them. And I always think, if there's only one person whom I brought joy with my writing, it's worth it. But I definitely understand that more feedback is also more joy and good for our egos. And I know there are people out there who don't care about that, which is valid, but I think it's also okay to care about it.

Idk if this is helpful. I can try to give more specific advice for fic things if you have more specific questions, maybe off anon if you're comfortable with it?

Otherwise, thanks for your faith in me and sorry that I have so little wisdom to share 😅

[improbable-outset]

Hey Ayrus, I was a little vague about asking if we could repost your work, but i meant like reblogging in tumblr, not reposting to other websites. I worded it wrong. 😭 Sorry for the confusion! But do you feel comfortable if we reblog your works? Like, in tumblr?

Omg…yes!!

Reblogs are always appreciated here it’s how us writers get more exposure to our works

reblogs >>> likes

Even better if you could add a comment/feedback in your reblogs

[stellariah]

Ellie's Closet: Leviathan edition

⊹ content: these are Ellie's redesigns of the brothers' closets after they burn all their current clothes. The sweetest and shyest otaku bb, Leviathan, is up next! ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ a/n: Ellie is my first Obey Me OC. You can visit their Devilgram HERE! The comments are written from Ellie's perspective. Though I love all the characters, Ell has a variety of feelings. I did these outfit re-dos a long time ago so some images may be familiar. Post set up inspired partially by the Princess Diaries makeover scene.

Only Ellie can take THIS and THIS:

And give you....⊹˚₊

Leviathan: Tops

⊹ The idea of the original outfits is right - the execution is wrong. The cardigan and the leggings under the shorts are CRIMES. And again, Ellie wants more of Levi's sin colour incorporated. ⊹ Tops are oversized and loose, but still have some structure (ex. shaped shoulders, boxy cuts). ⊹ There are lots of fun elements included - bold shapes and colours, slogans in cool fonts, and of course, lots of gaming and anime prints. ⊹ Material focus: cotton, knits, polyester

Leviathan: Bottoms

⊹ Loose is a requirement. Levi is sitting curled up gaming/watching anime/reading manga the majority of the time, so comfort is the priority. ⊹ Focus on orange and blue and other bold colours and bold patterns, but there are some more neutral options, too. ⊹ Shorts are a must - they are even less restrictive than loose pants. Ellie will also include some skirts. While Levi is likely not super comfortable with the exposure a skirt potentially offers, when alone in his room, the freedom of movement would be appreciated. ⊹ Material focus: cotton, polyester

Leviathan: Accessories

⊹ Ellie went cute with the accessories because Levi deserves it. He would LOVE a little side bag to carry his favourite manga or handheld console with him, and what better option than a gaming-themed bag! ⊹ The headphones were not included because those are a staple to Levi's appearance (they also would not make it into the fire, despite Ellie's pleas, because they are not clothing, technically) ⊹ Shoes are fun and colourful while also maintaining comfort - they will all be flat-soled and relatively easy to take on and off. ⊹ Material focus: leather, plastic

©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI. All clothing images are from Pinterest. Obey me artwork is ©NTT Solmare Corp.

[goldenhypen]

Hii so sorry for bothering you but, I love writing I’ve been doing it for a long time. I’d like to post on tumblr but I’m kinda new to it and don’t really know how to use it (gifs, text colors,…) so if it’s okay for you could you maybe teach me how to use it or give me some tips?

hiiii omg no pls don’t apologize !! i’m happy to help <3

ok hmm i’m terms of gifs, there’s a button that says “GIF” whenever you’re making a post, so if you select it, it’ll give you a large selection of gifs you can add to your posts, and you can add up to 10 per post. you can also search for particular gifs you’re looking for, and if they exist, they’ll show up. however, it’s not super common anymore, at least not in engeneblr (the enhypen side of tumblr), to use gifs on posts anymore, unless they’re gif posts of gifs ppl create, which is rlly common and so much credit to them. they’re just as hardworking as us writers! also, fyi, in the GIF function, all those selections of gifs are previously made gifs by ppl on tumblr. meaning, you can actually make your own gifs if you wanted to. however, i’ve never done that before, so i can’t tell you how to do that, sorry sjsjsj ,, also, what i’ve noticed, generally, is that for fics, posts with gifs don’t tend to be as popular as ones with a banner or moodboard, if that’s what you’re using it for. so ig that can lead me to my next point…

here on tumblr, and you can see this with any of my works which you can find in my masterlist (which is basically a library writers create to keep all their works in one place) and you can find my masterlist on my pinned post at the top of my blog. and so yeah, you can look at some of my works for reference as to what a moodboard/banner looks like. and i made a survey a while ago for writers to get insight on what readers prefer (which if you want, you can later check it out, also linked on my pinned post) and readers said what often draws them to fics are the moodboard/banners at the top of the fic post.

in terms of text colours, in that same survey, many readers pointed out that the use of many text colours and fonts is often a turn off. obviously this doesn’t apply to every reader; there are many works on this site that uses lots of text colours and fonts and receive much success, but yeah this just applies to some readers. in terms of how many readers, i don’t exactly know. but ik many have said they do not prefer reading a fic with many text colours. some have also said they don’t like reading fics with the small text (the way you get that is by selecting the text you want to make small and then press the function that basically looks like this “<s>”), but again, there are many fics that have small text that receive lots and lots of recognition, but some readers have expressed that it’s v hard for them to read when done so, however, some find it more aesthetic to have the small text. personally, i don’t use the small text anymore for the actual story part of my works.

but yeah just experimenting and getting experience hands on and learning from what works and what doesn’t (whether that be from your own works or other writers’ works) is v helpful, and that was the way i learned as well. i rlly hope this helps you get started tho :) also, i obviously don’t know how experienced you are with tumblr, so i hope some of this stuff wasn’t just going over stuff you already know, and i hope this was helpful :) there was A LOT that i didn’t cover, so pls lmk what other things you would like help with, if any, like the basics of how to use tumblr, i’m not sure if that would be helpful for you? but i could find you a post on the basic algorithms and stuff if that would help. and yeah if you want me to get into anything else, pls don’t hesitate to lmk. i’m happy to help!