#rewritten and posted anew

[mixtapedoh]

literally ran to your inbox when i saw your writing event post. may i request hoshi with autumn by niki because i like pain and can not get this song out of head for days now

omg, a fellow niki lover <3333 jen, you always have had such wonderful taste. i love the way her songs allow me to bleed.

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?

☄. *. ⋆

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, break-up word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, death imagery (don't we love angst and more angst and a dash of even more crushing angst?), barely there plot but fuck it, we ball.

olive's notes: a very interesting exercise for me! tbh, as a niki fan, i love to cast her songs as potential fic ideas, and when i hear autumn, my gut reaction is woozi, so to think about hoshi instead was a welcome challenge. hopefully i did it justice <3.

Read

You stare at those four letters, that single word, the broken sentence fragment not even deserving of punctuation until the blue light of your phone burns the impression of it into your retina in a persistence that lasts longer than your last conversation with him, just days before.

Read.

Not even four letters he had deigned to type out — some semblance of a response to your longing that you'd attempted to sever with a knife that, rusted through, meant you had to saw at that place where you deemed your attachment thinnest over and over: a back and forth motion, a seasickened sort of nausea that left you emptier than perhaps the hacking would have resulted in, had the cut been clean. But no; to all that you had spilled before him in your text (written and rewritten, drafted and thrown out, wept over, then created anew), all he could offer you — all he would give you, now — was silence. A read receipt. All your feelings still spilling out of you, pooling in shallow oceans, sales tax. Your anger, change. A transaction in the deficit. A run-up tab, a thousand I-owe-you's coalescing in just four letters, not even the ellipses of thought.

Read.

But did he?

When you fell for Hoshi all those months ago, it certainly hadn't been for his careful trepidation, or some thoughtful penchant for contemplation. It was for the lack of it, really. The way he so effortlessly swept you up — took your wary hands, and with a smile that seemed to embody the whole of him, coaxed the laughter out of you, and then following, the vulnerable, sticky truth. He liked it — liked you — he always pressed for more.

And so you'd give, and he would take. Then he'd offer, and you'd come closer to receive. Close enough to memorize the lines in his face, intimate enough to carve the worst of you into his bones.

And then work came between you, as it was wont to do. You were seeing each other in secret, of course (could you imagine what they'd say, if all the world knew?), but then people grew suspicious, an accounting of his every move including too many reports of you. So space was needed, but Soonyoung was apologetic, and you were hopeful you'd pull through.

"I love you," you'd whisper in the late night phone calls when he'd still be in his sweats and running choreography that was perfect as is.

(It wasn't right, he'd always claim. And he'd do it again and again, critiquing it over and over. Sharper. More focused. Harder. More precise. Another replay of the same, small moment. A circle that he could never claim was finished, an ideal he could never move past. It would be perfect. It had to be right. It wasn't enough if it were half-performed, it would never signify.)

"You love me?" he'd laughing, reply. Joking self deprecation, it had began, then a spiral towards something doubtful and unsure. A while yet and it began to hollow and turn cold.

"You love me?" he'd once said. "Not if I love you more."

And what if he'd stopped all together? A train crash or a too-long sustained whimper, it's silence a death.

Could you love him still, if this feeling is just aching? Could you love him if your phone calls were never picked up and only once, returned? Could you love him if you begged to hear from him and he'd go for weeks at a time without giving you a word? Could you love him if — at midnight — you texted him that it felt as though with each passing day he was loving you less, and every moment your breath was hitched in anticipation waiting for him to come home an agony of only half-living and drowning in your own insecurities and sorrow.

Could you love him if you sent it, and waited all that early morning for his reply, only for him to read it 4 hours later and not even reply?

"I'm so lucky I met you," Soonyoung had once said to you, with flowers in his hands, a bouquet of bleeding colors, a display near blinding when you looked at it head on. The assortment was so fresh, their fragrance assaulted your every sense, and the reminder of him lingered long after he was gone.

The aroma was gone, now. The savor expired, the petals wilted and sagged. You were perhaps due another fresh delivery, and maybe he'd bring it to you — every new batch of flowers less ceremonious than the last, with fewer words of endearment, rarely an explanation for all he'd done in between the death of the old set, and the replacement with something new.

Excuses rarely beget the same of their kind, and thinness only ever tried to be better, still.

. . .

He was typing.

Maybe that read receipt was still burned into your retinas. Maybe despite this offer of something, you were through.

☄. *. ⋆

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Color Casting

The weavings of creation are ever endless threads, sewn and knotted in empty space and over themselves time and time again. Mortals grasp what has already been woven into existence, whether by almighty gods or in strict matters or science and math discovered and rewritten by every new life. Existence, a thing of compressed designs of colors.

Those colors can be held and understood by those among the stars. Vibrant and shining, ready to be knitted by less all knowing hands. Reaching fingers plucking at and spinning the refractions from simple quartz. Veins that thrum with unyielding cosmic force, feeling from their true lives the hues and their momentary and fleeting meanings. Coloring the tapestries of existence again. Creation in their palms, embroidery mastered by many. Through cards or dreams, or growing flowers beneath one's feet, creation is repeated. Colors cast with emotion.

Emotion guides even the infinite, the sentiments assigned to the shades mark anew in their wake. Painting vistas in forms of craft and hexes. Threading shimmering beams from stars unseen, what red marks rage and blue marks calm, or for those that were never human, some meanings removed from their mortal culture. All knowing is impossible in the subjective hands of art, but that leaves for only more room to weave. And there are always undying hands reaching to thread a new set of creation.

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Omg im actually putting up a second post, thats crazy for me i was almost 1000% sure id like immediately give up. Anyways this tidbit was just a really obtuse way of saying magic is cast with colors and the emotions associated with them and how that changes from individual to individual yada yada. This magic system is heavily up to change but i wanted to just put it out there so yeah :) thx for reading, pretty cool if you did that

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[uhhhyaenbyjade]

@mimbotomy tagged me in a fun tag game for fanfic writers, so here's my answers!!!!

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 62 total works, and I am so disappointed in a lot of them 😅

What's your total AO3 word count? 339,839 words!

What fandoms do you write for? Lately I've been working a lot on fics with AC: Odyssey, Monsterverse, and VicTORIous. However, I did recently do a fic for Mean Girls (2024) and I used to write a lot for BNHA/MHA, when I was very big on that fandom, but all those fics are really bad and cringe so I try to pretend they don't exist. I also have some batfamily fics, and a few for Dynasty. A few oneshots here and there with that fic being my only work in the fandom. And how could I forget, Horizon!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Confidence - What a Hero Needs - this annoys me so much, it was my first fic, EVER. I wrote it 4 years ago, and it's still my most popular, I've written much better stuff. I've even REWRITTEN THIS ONE AND THE OG IS STILL MORE POPULARR GKHDGHJHWJHK Apects Unknown - or are they? - a fun batfamily and wonderbat based fic off of my own mini-universe. Very cute, and very proud of this fic Perseverance - What a Hero Needs - the immediate follow up to Confidence. Again, I've written a lot better stuff "What? I like hero merch!" - My favorite crack fic I've written. Also BNHA/MHA based, but this was just fun and cute Among (Us) the Villains - yet another BNHA/MHA fic, but this time it's based about Izuku being friends with the LoV. And gaming with them. Made around the time of Among Us, hence the title

Do you respond to comments? I try, especially once I post something new. But honestly, a lot of my responses end up being just hearts or "thank you's" and it personally makes me feel like I'm being disingenuine when i respond with them too much

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose Kumandra's Heart? But that was more sad than angst, I think?

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty Girls, my Mean Girls (2024) fic!!!! I love this one so much, it's one of the few I go back and reread often! Basically a rewrite of the movie to be a lot gayer.

Do you get hate on fics? Oh yeah, there was this one marvel fic I did, and this one commenter was really mad that I wasn't going exactly as canon dictated. Because of course

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have a few fics with smut, and it's mainly kink-based. Definitely love involved too, but very kink-based.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes! I enjoy it a lot! My craziest one would probably have to be the one I'm currently writing, combining the Assassin's Creed universe and Legendary's Monsterverse. It's called Ancients Risen Anew, and based on Kassandra joining MONARCH after the G-Day event in 2014!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge! I made all my fics available only to registered users for the purpose of keeping them as safe as I can while still sharing them.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope! Would love to see it happen though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! It sounds interesting to do though!

What's your all time favorite ship? I would have to say Jade West/Tori Vega. The good old classic gay couple from Nickelodeon, as much as we hate how that era of TV was behind the scenes. A close second would probably be Aloy/Seyka, from Horizon. I just love them so much, they're my little blorbos (i think i used that term right :D)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a few, but I'll talk about Cascade for now. It's the marvel fic I mentioned earlier, and I kinda lost all interest in marvel recently. The last media I saw was The Marvels, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I kinda got oversaturated with too much Marvel stuff, and not enough of it was as amazing like Shang-Chi was to make me wanna stay interested. Will definitely watch the stuff I'm interested in though (anything with Kate Bishop and Yelena)

What are your writing strengths? Hmmmm, tough one. I would say lore. I love writing lore and explaining lore. I am also very good at writing outlines.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes. Especially fast paced ones. I love the choreography in movies, but how am I supposed to translate the fast-paced combat into writing in a way that feels natural????

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have done this for a short story! Please go check it out, its non-fandom related so it didn't get traction, but oh my god i did so much research for it and I love it. It's called Children of Níðhǫggr!

First fandom you wrote for? Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia. Please, end me

Favorite fic you've written? How the fuck am I supposed to choose just one?!??!?! I'll limit myself to five, to keep this short, lol Ink & Sparks - which is my favorite Jade West/Tori Vega fic. I rewrote it several times, and the version linked is the best one I've done. Please check it out, I love it so much! There's More To Life Than Surviving! - Honestly, this one is a contender for top fic. A crack fic, but for Ninjago! Loved it a lot The Titan of the Pearl - A very nice fic I wrote combining the Pirates of the Caribbean and Godzilla. Because I can Kumandra's Heart - A slight ending rewrite of Raya, the Last Dragon, which is my personal favorite Disney Princess movie Pretty Girls - the Mean Girls (2024) fic I mentioned earlier. I love this one so much, and like I said, I keep going back to reread it, that's how much I enjoy it Going to tag @aeide, @hartlesshart, @foibles-fables, and @spectres-n-knights for this! And if anyone else wants to, please go ahead!

[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 40 - Future Gazing While in Waiting

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 300

40. Future Gazing While in Waiting

Author's Note: Whew, y'all. This is only my second full-length fanfic, and I really intended to just drop it as soon as they got together, skipping from his arrest to the part where they were reunited. But... I don't really know how to explain it... the stories seem to take on a life of their own, playing out in my mind. I mull it over, testing the options, and one always seems to rise above the others. Sometimes I try something and it doesn't fit, so it's discarded and rewritten. The angst and struggle of Aurelia's life after his arrest isn't something I normally like to even think about, let alone write. But for some reason it just felt right. I apologize if you started reading with expectations of a playful, romantic, fun ride... I hope there was a lot of that for you, and that the relative sobriety of the ending (for now) doesn't diminish that in the slightest. 

I do plan to continue the story, and I'm considering writing some lighthearted fluff as they readjust to life together on Coruscant, but I'm trying to keep the whole thing as canon-compliant as possible, meshing it as seamlessly as I can with The Bad Batch. So, most likely, it will have to be put on hold until season three comes out and we get a [hopefully happy] ending for our favorite clones. 

I can't express how much your votes and comments mean... I write for myself, honestly, but it brings immense joy to hear that others enjoy it as well!! I also am always wanting to improve, and constructive criticism is always welcome. I know we all have different preferences and styles, but I'm open to any and all feedback as I continue to enjoy this fantastic world of fanfic writing. :)  

<3

Feel free to tag a friend who loves Howzer or comment to be added to the tag list! <3

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[miktoast]

MHA fic that i might write?

okay, so, im sure everyone on my blog at this point is aware how much i dont finish things, but i have been hit with a particularly vicious bout of inspiration backed by hyper fixation.

this fic has dad!for-one, white-haired!deku, fem!deku, bkdk, forced-manifested-quirk!deku, the works.

ill go ahead and post the summary, and then a bit of the prologue (warning, much will probably be rewritten before its actually posted on ao3)

SUMMARY

Midoriya Izuku was a mouse of a girl who spent the majority of her life doing one of three things — writing in her “Heroes Notes for the Future” notebooks, worshiping All Might, or following around Kacchan. Bakugo Katsuki was as bold as his quirk — he was loud and abrasive and wherever he went, eyes followed; he was entirely convinced of his own superiority, and there were only two others that could hold a candle, in his mind — Izu-kun, his other half and future hero partner, and All Might, his eternal rival for Izu-kun's affections.

Katsuki was present at Izuku's birth, and they had seemingly never parted. After that fateful day, their “first meeting," it seemed likely that they would be a part of each other's lives forever, and they were perfectly content with this fate.

When Midoriya Izuku is four, she watches a video of pro-hero All Might making his grand return to Japan in the form of a near-miraculous performance amidst a factory disaster and knows in her heart that she was meant to save. When Bakugo Katsuki is four, he watches a video of pro-hero All Might tell the world “I am here,” after saving every civilian in a hopeless situation and knows in his heart that he was meant to win. When Izu-kun is four, she tells her best friend that she will be a hero. When Kacchan is four, he tells his other half that they’d be heroes together. When a pair of blank-canvas children are four years old, they take fate’s weave into their own little hands and set to work.

When Midoriya Izuku is six, she is diagnosed as quirkless, and her world comes crashing down. When Bakugo Katsuki is six, his future hero partner is diagnosed as quirkless, and his heart is taken over by a raging fire fueled by the injustice his best friend faces. When Izu-kun is six, her other half tells her that they would tear down the world and rebuild it anew if they had to. When Kacchan is six, he tells his other half that she would be an empress. When the future Wonder Duo is six years old, they are filled with sparking conviction, and it catches on their infantile souls, and everything goes ablaze as twin stars are born, sharing one heart.

When Izuku is fourteen, she is told to kill herself. When Katsuki is fourteen, the only thing staying his yet unstained hands are the crystal tears dribbling over his fingers as they hold together the shattered remains of the only thing in the world that mattered. When Izu-kun is fourteen, she is attacked by a villain. When Kacchan is fourteen, All Might succeeds in saving his soulmate where he fails. When the Queen of Hope is fourteen years old, she is told her dreams are unreachable and she touches them anyway. When the King of Triumph is fourteen years old, he finds salvation in the first steps of a baby hero.

[that-funky-family]

Final post + New Blog

Hello hello! It's been a couple o' months since I posted. Last time, I mentioned I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with continuing the blog and I'm here to give an update on that.

Over the past few months, I have found myself to have moved on from the character Dr Jack Bright and have been solely focusing and working on my rewritten version of him which I have named Dr Abirt Kravitz.

In addition to that, I have made a new blog with Abirt instead. It's called @seven-pink-glasses.

With this, I want to officially end that-funky-family and start anew.

I want to thank everyone that's been fucking around with me in this blog. It was fun but yea, I'm just moving on.

See yall's over at Abirt's?

-@atinyladybug-daydreams

Link to Abirt's Blog:

[another-dra-anew]

NOT BESTIES -(This post is under construction! Shoot an ask to @another-dra-anew if you’d like to read the old version)-

Can I read the old version please? I'm new and I'm trying to binge it but I can't unless either the construction finishes or you let me read the old version so please? Also good job so far.

Sorry for late response, I was looking for this in the wrong archive and was so confused why I couldn't find it </3. And thank you so much for the kind words!!! I hope you enjoy, have fun with the binge reading!!

Note: The prologue gets restructured a bit, in the original version of beta, the Fight! post includes Maeda hitting Higa in response to Higa hitting Kobashikawa, instead of Tsurugi defusing the situation. That context should help you understand this post + the rest of the rewritten posts!

Additionally, using this as a chance to update on prologue rewrite progress: My current hope is to finish Chapter Three by the end of 2024, at which point I think I'll go on hiatus to work on outlining Chapter Four, and I'll work on that + finishing prologue rewrites! I included what I have for the rewritten version of the Not Besties post under the cut, but I digress; here's the original version! (It doesn't have a narration, interestingly)

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Maeda - ...

Maeda - I mean, he had it coming...

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Maeda, narrating - Why... the fuck did I just do that?

Kobashikawa - Oh…

Kobashikawa - I feel fine, thank you!

Kobashikawa - Admittedly, I am a bit shaken up, but Higa isn’t the first person who’s gotten violent due to me being mute…

Kobashikawa - I’m just happy to see he’s the only one here who seems to have those feelings regarding me

Maeda - …

Maeda - I mean, he had it coming.

Maki - Dude.

Uehara - That was sick!

Hatano - Higa was being kinda mean…

Ōtori - Kinda? Tsurugi just said that shit could count as a fucking hate crime!

Tsurugi - Speaking of, shouldn’t we be focusing on Kobashikawa?

Inori - Shit, you’re right.

Maeda, narrating - Tsurugi and Inori seem to be taking care of Kobashikawa, but he’s not the only one who got hit..

Mekaru - Higa does suck, but I feel like we should check on him too, just be sure that he isn’t dead…

Ōtori - Would that be such a bad thing?

Iranami - I’m honestly surprised that the SHSL soccer player got taken down that easily.

Yamaguchi - Maeda, you’re like freaky strong!

Yamaguchi - Just what life have you lived to get you there…

Tomori - Maeda, don’t answer that, Yamaguchi isn’t entitled to any of your personal life, you’ll just make him worse.

Maeda - Yeah, that’s probably for the best…

/A faint snapping rings throughout the room. It’s from Kobashikawa, who’s now being helped to his feet by Tsurugi. Ōtori walks over to help steady his friend and act as translator

Kobashikawa - Sorry to interrupt…

Kobashikawa - I just wanted to thank you for doing something about Higa.

Maeda - Of course, he was being a dick, and I just didn’t have the self control to not do anything about it.

Kobashikawa - By doing something about it, you showed care for others, not a lack of self control.

Maeda - Thank you.. I don’t quite know what to say.

Kurokawa - In that case: good job on getting back up again Kobashikawa!

Hatano - Yeah, Higa seemed to really pack a punch, but you look like you’re doing fine!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - and with that, everyone dispersed into conversation, bar Higa, who still lied alone on the floor.

Maeda - Did… did I make the right choice?

Here's an excerpt from what I have rewritten for this post, this aligns more with where we are in the rewritten prologue plotline!

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Maeda, narrating - I don’t think I want to talk with anyone else…

Maeda - Looking around, it seems like everyone’s on the same page.

Maeda - …But… the one thing is, I don’t understand just what we’re waiting for.

Maeda - Maybe it’s because they’ve all been outside of the room, and once I leave, I’ll know too… but while I’m waiting, I’m really curious. What do they know that I don’t?

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Tomori - …Is everyone ready to go?

Taira - It seems like it, yes.

Kobashikawa - Do we have… any plan of attack, or…?

Tsurugi - …

Uehara - Fuck around, find out?

Hatano - …

Hatano - Well, that’s… great…

Maeda - …I’m sorry, what’s going on?

Tsurugi - Oh! That’s right, Maeda…

Tsurugi - Uhm… don’t worry, there’s not like… wolves, or trained assassins outside…

Kurokawa - There’s lions, though, so that’s a problem…

Tsurugi - …And tigers.

Kurokawa - …Oh! Yes, right. The tigers. The totally real tigers.

Kurokawa - And, of course, we have to tell you about the bears. Can’t forget the bears…

Kurokawa - …

Maeda - …?

Tsurugi - …Oh my!

Kurokawa - There we are. Hehe~

Kurokawa - Just joking,though- there’s like… totally nothing out there.

Maki - Which… that’s part of the issue.

Yamaguchi - Oh yeah, dude! It’s a total ghost town out there-

Yamaguchi - We all woke up in different rooms- well, not really. We all woke up with two of us together, and some of us weren’t actually in rooms, but in, like, hallways, but-

Inori - There isn’t anyone else in the school. All we know is that we were going to orientation, and then we woke up here.

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Daisies on my Nightstand~

~Chapter 119- Hellfire~

I don't ever post the full chapters to Tumblr but this one is so short, I figured I might as well. It is of course already on AO3

Astarion's POV.

*Less than one hour after she disappeared*

First things first. Deal with this mess.

Secondly, find out where the hell she went. Who does she think she is?

*9 hours after she disappeared*

Third- deal with the idiots that have somehow managed to find their way to knocking on your door. Inconvenient timing. Or convenient, you're unsure. If you can't take your anger out on her then the two of them will suffice. For now.

***

“Coming here was a mistake, cleric. You and the damned druid. She isn't here to protect you. She left.” He snarled the words out at her, the malice and disdain he felt dripping out of every word.

“Where is she? Where is Gale? What did you do, Astarion?”

“Gale. I hardly did a thing. She's the one who murdered-”

He clutched at his chest, tearing his shirt open as pain tore through every inch of his body. He fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for air. It felt like the hells themselves were tearing under his skin, ripping apart every cell he had and restructuring them anew. Every molecule of his very being was being cleaved, burned, rewritten.

“Fucking Selûnite, what are you doing to me?” His shout echoed off the walls of the large room, making her stumble back from him even further than she already was.

“I'm not doing anything!”

He screamed something, he wasn't sure. Maybe this is death. Maybe this is what I asked for. The agony felt never ending, a ceaseless inferno igniting his flesh again and again.

Until it wasn't.

Until it was quiet.

He took gulping breaths of air, feeling like he couldn't breathe- like he needed to breathe, his lungs burning. He froze as his brow furrowed in confusion. I don't need to breathe. He raised his hands slowly, watching the tremble in his normally steady fingers.

His eyes widened, a startled noise falling from his mouth.

A red flush on his arms.

The pulse in his wrist thrumming softly.

What happened to me?

***

[xanother]

Hello! This blog is an AU version of Xehanort written post-kh3. This blog is a sideblog to @blindwielder and is attached the that very same AU. You do not need to be writing with that Riku to have Xehanort be a certified Bastard Man to your character, but there are likely still going to be references to things that occur with that Riku.

Heyo. This is Sparks. I'm a 25+ y/o who works full time M-F and I enjoy RPing from time to time.

I don't send in passwords - sorry!

Because I work M-F I can be pretty sparse when it comes to being on the dash. I try to limit how much time I'm there. I do tend to put up inbox calls so please take advantage of them if you'd like asks. I try to avoid reblogging too many asks or memes myself mostly because it can easily be overwhelming.

This blog is OC friendly in that I, Sparks, enjoy OCs. Xehanort is another matter. He will treat them just as poorly as any canon character.

This AU is a spoiler to KH3. Please read with care.

Xehanort is a bastard man and none of that will be sugarcoated here. He has done awful things and he will continue to do awful things. This blog does not exist to redeem him. This blog exists to write a bastard man who is willing to do anything he needs to in order to accomplish his goals, and torturing children is on that list.

Please assume that triggering topics can come up. Child abuse, mental and emotional and physical abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, and an utter lack of regard towards the well-being of anyone else are all par for the coarse. Anything more explicit, such as blood or gore or usage of common triggering items like blades or needles, will be tagged. Absolutely nothing sexual will occur here.

AU information will be below the cut due to spoilers.

In this AU, Riku - and potentially others - die and are not saved by Sora. Xehanort is not defeated, but his plan doesn't succeed either. Instead Xehanort takes what remains of Riku's heart and flees to Quadratum.

His current goal is to use Riku as a vessel in order to gain more time to start anew, and in order to not have Riku fight back as a vessel Xehanort has rewritten his memories so that Riku believes himself to be Xehanort's child, and is also in the process of shattering Riku's will so that nothing remains once his heart is taken.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Open letter to the Tolkien-fandom in general, and the Silmarillion-fandom in particular,

I, Fëanáro Curufinwë, firstborn son to Finwë and Míriel Þerindë, demand humbly petition to be treated better by you!

As all the others whom you extol to Tirion and back, I have languished in Mandos for long ages, and I cannot comprehend why I am the one who’s consistently treated like a villainous scoundrel.

May I remind you that my sons—whom I love very much—have perpetrated the most heinous crimes and yet, they seem to have found forgiveness in your eyes? The only twins I’ve ever thrown into a forest were my own and both came back alive and laughing; besides, I have never stolen babies from their cradle or driven young women into the cold, lethal arms of the ocean!

Moreover, even Morgoth—foe of foes—is granted mellifluous, romantic epics while I am always either abusing my wife, my siblings, or my children.

In your retellings and variations of the official accounts, I am also invariably dying, and everyone seems relieved my demise has differing effects—most of them insulting—on my immediate family and friends, depending on the writer and their mood.

Few and far in-between are the versions in which I am kept alive—unfortunately, this usually implies that someone else (like Ñolo who is then deplored bitterly) must die in my stead, which I find particularly unfair. I am either the unmourned or the aggrieved party, which sounds like a cruel jest.

You also appear to delight in imagining my torture slow mending in Mandos—I’d like to know why?

In truth, I’d love to believe that you merely imagine me as a tragic character, but I fail to feel the warm sympathy and the desire to comfort me in the way you treat me.

Consequently, I ask you very earnestly: Do I not deserve a happy end as well?

May not I also be made anew and be rewritten with a little more compassion?

I have seen the tales of my oldest son and his infamous, devious, seductive cousin, and I am likewise aware of how Turcafinwë—the rogue—has amassed fans and followers despite his condemnable behaviour.

Furthermore, the enemy and his terrible lieutenant, the self-satisfied Valar, and even Arafin’s ridiculous son (and Thingol! Elu Thingol—hmmm, I’d rather not expand on dead progeny and cursed stones at the present moment…But what about that Túrin who wed his own sister? Or Irissë’s maladapted son, the sneaky traitor?) have been habitually depicted in scenarios ranging from poetic to downright bawdy—thus, I shall refuse any attempt at convincing me that it’s the severity of my crimes that bars me from being shown in a positive, affectionate light. I see through your lies and cheap subterfuges easily!

Eru be my witness, even Indis’ sons have people lavishing praise and adoration upon their unworthy unnoteworthy ancillary heads—let me assure you, I am still the fairest and most impressive of my people!

Either way, I shall be standing here (right here!)—as soon as I’ve freshened up somewhat—to welcome the good people and brave writers stepping forth from the ranks of defamatory equivocators and literary cowards to give me what is due kindly bestow their gifts upon one humbled by his long absence and sincere penitence.

Fëanáro (etc)

Note by the editor (me): I decline all responsibility for this missive.

Nonetheless, I'd encourage you to be gentler with Fëanor (and maybe give his half-brothers some love?)

Ps: Here is your call-out post @ettelene; look what you've done!!!!!🥺💔

@i-did-not-mean-to commissioned me to draw Feanor being sad about people saying mean things about him on the internet, with an optional Nolo trying to comfort him. Now, Nolo is smart enough to not try to get to close to angy Feanor, so he tries talking him out of it instead. It works Extras:

And to IDNMT: Thank you so much for your support and kindness, not only for me, but for so many other people. You are amazing.

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

My entry for Rebels-week: Discourse, Ahsoka vs Vader.

I’ve seen quite a few posts online questioning why could seemingly Ahsoka (almost) go toe to toe with Vader in Twilight of the Apprentice; and I figured I’d break down why I believe she succeeded as far as she did. I have three main arguments, although they interlock and are valid contributors to one final conclusion.

One - Ahsoka was trained by Anakin. Vader is Anakin.

Despite the fact that as Vader, he has adapted new saber techniques, new practices, and relies much less on just raw Force power and more on physical brute prowess; he is still the man that trained Ahsoka as a padawan. She has learnt everything from him, and the signature moves Vader has maintained from his days as her master she inevitably would be familiar with.

Ahsoka would know how to counteract these moves; and how to sneak past Vader’s aggressive offenses. While he is a tad more restrained as Vader; Anakin still does fight with an overtly aggressive lenience. If we as an audience can still recognize certain moves of Vader's from his Jedi days, it goes without saying that Ahsoka would have no problem picking up on the same thing and deducing beforehand what move to make next as a counter attack. Add to that the fact that Dave Filoni himself did point out that Anakin trained Ahsoka specifically to be able to take on enemies much stronger and larger than her - a description Vader fits perfectly.

Pretty ironic.

Two - Ahsoka is powerful.

We may have not been tuned in to see Ahsoka hone her skills with the Force between her appearance in Rebels and her self titled book; but it is clear she has definitely grown. The Siege of Mandalore arc already gives us clues to her skill as a duelist when she actually beats Maul. Filoni pointed out that Ahsoka is an OP of the SWR universe; and that using her in the show too much would have lowered the stakes all around. He mentioned that only Vader (or the Emperor) would pose a threat to her - something I can definitely buy into - and thus, not only because of their history, but because of their powers with the Force; the two had to fight each other if we were to receive any duel worth writing home about.

Ahsoka’s appearances in Rebels are kept to a bare minimum, as are Vader’s. When Ahsoka leaves the show, so does Vader. Because neither Kanan nor Ezra stand a chance against Vader; we have seen him very nearly kill them both in Siege of Lothal; we know he could easily pick them off, especially in one-on-one combat. Vader is too powerful for our remaining heroes where the Force is concerned; and using him as a villain is pointless when we know he would win - or have to be severely downgraded in a manner that might break, or at the very least bend pre-established canon.

Hence; we know Ahsoka is the only Force wielder within the show’s direct vicinity who can take Vader on in a battle with any hopes of lasting a good amount of time, and even she would not have survived had Ezra not found a way to save her.

Three - the final argument, and my favourite.

Vader struggles briefly against Ahsoka because he still cares for her, deep down. This is the same reason he didn’t obliterate Luke in Empire; although of course Luke means much more to him in the end. Vader even asks Ahsoka, just as he later does Luke, to join him. He professes himself that they “need not be adversaries,” suggesting he would rather see her turn to the Dark Side as his apprentice, in favour of downright executing her. He will kill her if need be, as we see, but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to attempt to sway her beforehand.

Ahsoka was Anakin’s padawan, as close to his heart as any blood related little sister would be. I would argue she is the closest thing to Luke, and Padmé, in terms of Anakin's attachment. Indeed, there is the attachment to Obi-Wan; but him and Anakin clearly harboured a sort of brotherly rivalry - which in Anakin, as he fell to the Dark Side, would develop into full on resentment.

This did not happen where Ahsoka is concerned; Anakin is indeed still bitter towards her, but instead of obsessively hunting her to kill her as he does Obi-Wan; he offers her to join him, and does promise her mercy if she helps him in his quest. This speaks of how important Ahsoka is to Vader, even now.

Neither can we forget the evidence supporting this final point; that Vader actually hesitates when Ahsoka professes she “won't leave you this time”. You see it in his eyes; you can tell he's taken aback and rattled. You can tell it raises painful memories; and that Vader for a moment allows himself to open up to his past, and the pain he struggled with when Ahsoka first left the Jedi Order, as well as her almost callously brushing him off when they finally did have a chance to catch up in favour of rushing off to Mandalore.

Meanwhile Ahsoka blames herself, and believes she should have stayed for Anakin’s sake; she too doubts and second guesses her own decision as we see in Shroud of Darkness. We, the audience, know that the vision she is shown is likely very close to - if not spot on - how Vader is feeling towards what he views as her betrayal.

Final thoughts.

In conclusion; while I don't believe Vader was truly struggling against Ahsoka in terms of sheer skill and power, it is evident that he underestimates her. He knows only the saber duelist he trained during The Clone Wars, and has as little of an idea regarding how much she has grown as we do. He knows she's skilled, more so than his Inquisitors, which I would presume to be another reason why he requests of her to join him.

But he doesn't know how skilled she is now. On top of that, Ahsoka is clearly more defensive than anything throughout their duel; her only real attempt at a strike is when she splits open Vader's mask. She knows she's outmatched, and she's trying to stall Vader in order for Ezra and the crew to escape. She is only keeping Vader busy; because she's the only one who stands a fighting chance. And Vader is surprised she can stay on her feet as long as she does.

When she finally does land a blow; he's visibly shocked. And when she addresses that she won’t abandon him, and clearly shows that she is not afraid of him or of dying by his hand - Vader is overcome by a sliver of his old love for her, which is what reinvigorates his urge to kill her and sees him victorious in the end. If he was merely testing her limits before, he's not taking any risks now and he bests her.

Ahsoka is Anakin's apprentice, who has become an extremely talented duelist in her own right. But she is also one of the people Anakin loved the most. 

These things combined make her a fierce adversary for Vader; and it is all of that old attachment that links her to Vader's past which has him somewhat faltering during their final battle. This is why he goes from willing to spare her if she complies; to vowing to kill her when she refuses. If he cannot convince her to side with him and justify the lingering remnants of their old bond by making her useful; it has to die with her - as does every other remainder of who Vader really is.

To add the one thing I forgot - the way in which Vader does not brush Ahsoka off when she calls him Anakin. He startles, and instead of her receiving his usual “that name no longer holds any meaning for me,” tangent; he allows it. In that brief moment, he cannot deny that he is Anakin, and that Ahsoka and him have this deep connection. When he later states that she must die; he doesn’t say it as a threat or as a promise. It’s warning to her, that if she doesn’t leave now - he will not be held responsible for her fate. She can still flee and leave one last time, if she wishes to.

It is clear that Vader deep down doesn’t want to kill Ahsoka. Add to that, the fact that while she does engage in some defensive tactics; Ahsoka is actually the offensive combatant when they intially engage in battle. She attacks Vader first; which is another uncharacteristic mark of any duel Vader has taken part in. Usually, it’s Vader who’s on the offensive.

Thus, when Ahsoka calls Vader Anakin; it has meaning. She finally admits to herself what she has suspected and denied, but deep down knows, is true. Meanwhile, Vader for a fleeting moment acknowledges the same thing. He is Anakin; and besides Luke, Ahsoka is the only person who has ever managed to get such a reaction out of Vader. She came the closest, and that’s worthy of admiration.

[raksh-writes]

Oof, seems like I'm gonna have many rewriting sessions for this scene alone, huh

[muniimyg]

no give backs // kth

an accidental kiss between you and a friend causes a discovery of unacknowledged feelings and it all simply makes you want to cry. 

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taehyung + oc 

au/genre:

friends to lovers

college au

fluff fluff flfuflflflsdfs

warnings:

explicit language

mentions of ill intentions of others / slight implied smut

repetition with oc’s angry feelings and somewhat of an inconsiderate taehyung

wc: 2.9k 

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“Get out.”

You catch him before he can commit any more crimes. Taehyung is slightly bent over, lifting your bed covers, ready to settle in. He pauses, turns his body, and smiles at you. You greet him with an annoyed look to which he cutely drops your covers and puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Hello to you too, sags.”

“Get out,” you repeat. This time, the tone was a little drier. You wish he’d take the hint. You’re not in the mood for him today. You weren’t in the mood for him yesterday or the day before then. 

Then again, when are you ever in the mood?

“Still mad at me?”

“Yup.”

“But why?” he whines. “I’m so cute, I said sorry, and I’m so fucking cute..” he counts his reasons with his fingers, sending you a pouty face. You roll your eyes and push past him. He stumbles, pretending like the way you pushed him away had some sort of special strength involved. Taehyung scratches the back of his head stuck on what to do next. 

“I don’t like you very much right now.” 

He knew you were in a bad mood but he never realized how annoying you get when you overreact. There’s a smug look on his face that makes your blood boil and he’s very much aware but your frustration is only boosting his ego. 

Taehyung could never admit it out loud, but picking on you truly brought him joy. It made his day feel complete and quickly realized that it was no fun when he’d push you too far. But he had a lot of hope! He was a hopeful guy. 

Hopeful and just plain lucky. Taehyung is well aware of your bad habit of coming back to him.

“Oh, get over it!” he chuckles, following you around your room. You’re undressing your outerwear and crawling into bed. You slap his hand the moment it touches your covers. It’s silent as he stands beside your bed. 

“Do you know what your dining hall is serving for breakfast tomorrow? Nam Joon tried cooking earlier today and our stove isn’t functioning anymore! Can you believe that fucker—”

“Kim Taehyung!” you snap. This was entirely infuriating. How could he be so insensitive to you right now? It was all his fault. 

Does he not understand that? How disappointing this all was for you? You feel so used and underappreciated. Like you weren’t loved. 

“Yes, sags?” Taehyung’s tone lingers with innocence and it does everything but amuse you. Would you really confront him? Right here, right now? 

Is this anger getting out of hand? You feel so restricted. Like you’ve reached a certain limit and it was all thanks to him and his playful ways. If you’re going to burst, it might as well be now, right? The first thing to know about Taehyung is that he’s an easy-going guy. A lot of times that meant he came with no judgment. No strings, no feelings. 

Except for these feelings. 

You would hold him accountable for these ones. 

You huff, “you literally stole my first kiss, don’t text me these past few days, and the first thing you want to talk about is what you’ll be eating for breakfast tomorrow? Not to mention how you broke into my dorm. How’d you even get in?”

“Did you forget whose dating your DA?”

You bite your tongue. 

“I hate Yoongi sometimes,” you grumble. “But that’s not the point! Taehyung, I’m so mad at you.”

“And you shouldn’t be mad at me! You should actually be thanking me.. Who knows what loser would’ve kissed you instead of me? You’re so fucking welcome.” 

He can’t be serious. 

Is he insane? 

Your mouth drops open and you quickly begin to hit his chest and shoulders. “Taehyung, I will literally—“

“You’ll like, totally, literally, what? Why are you speaking like—”

“Like I’ve been kissed?”

“Like you’re dumb!” he deadpans. 

You’re not dumb. 

He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. 

You’re a good student; too soft and kind for your own good. Having a friend like Taehyung helped balance your world. He was definitely a mix of trouble and more. From his party habits, the trail of broken hearts he seems to walk around with, and his challenging aura; he had a way with you. It was yin and yang, give and take, all or nothing with him. 

“___, it doesn’t have to be a big deal. You’re overreacting—”

“You know what?” you cut him off. “I am dumb. I’m friends with dumber people, though. Dumb people who are literal thieves!”

“Stop with the literally!” he groans, bringing his hands to cover his face. “I will literally get a headache!”

“And I’ll literally get herpes! You’ve kissed like fifty girls—”

“Yeah but like, on a slow night,” he interjects.

“Oh shut up, you slut. I’ll actually kill you right here, right now!” Before Taehyung knows it, you’re launching yourself to him and picking on his body. You’re poking, tickling, pushing, and soon your fist clench and begin to hit his chest. Heavily, you breathe his name again as his laughter calms from your little outburst.

It’s sudden but foreseen; you can’t help it but begin to sob.

Quickly, he holds your hands, putting them down. With his own, he begins to wipe the tears streaming down your face and lets you catch your breath. “I can’t believe a s-stupid fratboy stole my first k-kiss. I just wanted,” you pause. “I j-just wa-wanted to see your BioChem notes. I’m never skipping that class ever again! Doesn’t matter if I had a dentist appointment or anything. Never again!”

“Stupid fratboy? Is that what you think of me, ___? Your charming first kiss; a stupid fratboy? At least call me good-looking.” He teases as you push his hands away from you. 

You huff and close your eyes in frustration, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. 

Again, you’re in disbelief at how insane Kim Taehyung is. 

He can not be serious. 

Before you know it, tears threaten to arise and you take a deep breath again. Trying to control your emotional build-up, Taehyung laughs at the sight of your clenched fists and puffy cheeks. This time you look sad. He thinks it’s cute that you’re upset. 

Not that he liked seeing you cry or anything.. Just liked seeing you vulnerable. Probably one of the reasons why he kissed you out of nowhere. 

You two have been friends for almost three years and this is still his favourite part of your friendship. Whether if it was you excitedly, loudly, and hurriedly speaking about something good; he liked being around, or when you’re lost for words, frustrated with your own feelings, and fighting tears; he liked being again. It made him feel something knowing he’s the one that can calm your anger even if he’s the cause of it. It made him feel like something when you came to him happily. 

Whenever you’d draw near, he’d feel something deep down. 

His pleasure is cut short when a tear rolls down your cheek. You’re crying again in soft whimpers. 

“Okay, okay,” he panics, taking a seat next to you, moving closer. He takes his hands and places them on each side of your face. “I took your first kiss, but I’m not sorry. You were so pretty and your lips looked like a virgin. Also, your boobs were just right in my face. Kissing your lips would’ve been safer than your tits,” he attempts. You don’t let him in. He chases your eyes. “What do you want me to do about it, ___?”

The audacity this guy has makes you burn.

Your boobs? Your boobs were not in his face! His eyes were on it but what’s new?

You’ve always known Taehyung to be a little flirty. It would be a lie to say you haven’t flirted with him here and there; but for the most part, you cared for him as a friend. A good-looking, clingy, could-be-your-boyfriend-if-you-wished-hard-enough friend. Yet, none of that mattered compared to this disaster! This was your sacred first kiss that wasn’t supposed to be wasted on a harmless totally platonic friendship. 

Not Kim Taehyung. 

“Give it back!” You cry, turning your face away and wiping your own tears with your hands. “You ruined everything. My first kiss was supposed to—”

“Happen sometime in your childhood and teen years. ___, you’re literally in your twenties and have never been kissed—”

“Nothing is wrong with that!”

“Nothing is wrong with that. What is wrong is you wasting it on the wrong guy. If I wasn’t going to do it and word spread; you’d be the target of every stupid boy. Not just the frat ones.” Taehyung defends. “God, and here everyone is thinking you’re a hoe when you’re such a pussy. Crying over a first kiss? How will our baby ___ survive?”

“It was wasted. It was with you.”

“Is that how you really feel, ___?”

Although his dumb explanation is valid, it doesn’t process. You’re still in disbelief and completely consumed over the fact that your first kiss was stolen by your best friend instead of someone that was more of a boyfriend to you. Someone who thought you were pretty and made your stomach swirl; not the guy that calls you “saggytits.” 

Hence, sags. 

It’s no secret Taehyung has taken a shot at you (your boobs) here and there and leeches on you to eat at your dorm dining hall but come to think of it.. That’s not entirely the case. Taehyung just likes spending his morning with you. Something about how it gets him in a better mood. 

Also, it’s not like you never expected your first kiss to never happen.. You just never pushed it to occur. You didn’t want to lose yourself to sex and all that. Your parents would have never let you live if they found out you were kissing boys instead of studying or being the good girl they expected you to be. Also you just didn’t want to give in to the peer pressure growing up. Peer pressure is just as disappointing as men.

As time passed by, it became more and more important for you to guard it. You figured that if you waited this long for your first kiss; it might as well mean something. In all honesty, you don’t really expect it to be perfect. You didn’t expect a romantic moment where once your lips touch, rain pours and there are rose petals everywhere. You didn’t need all the clichés but you did need it to mean something with someone. 

Maybe with Park Jimin! He’s Taehyung’s extremely cute dancer friend that calls you “princess,” (which makes Taehyung want to throw up) and greets you with kisses on the cheeks. You’d be lying if you never wondered what it would be like if he missed your cheeks and found his way to your glossy lips. 

But that’s aside from the point. The point is: it might as well mean more than a moment of casual flirting over BioChem notes in your dorm with your ugly unmotorized lips. 

As the thoughts fill your mind, you pick up your textbook from your nightstand table beside you and begin to hit him with it. “I hate you! You ruined my life!” 

“Why’d you kiss back if you hated it so much?” Taehyung laughs, grasping your wrist and refraining you from hitting him. 

A little shocked, you quickly tell him: “It was my first kiss, I didn’t know what to do—”

He cuts you off again but this time he pulls you in a little. 

“You push me away if you hate it.”

He inches closer. You stay still, beginning to lose yourself in his damn eyes again. You gulp at the closeness. 

“I kissed you, so what? I did you a favour. Don’t make it such a big deal.” Taehyung takes the textbook from you and places it back on nightstand. “And what’s with all this hitting? Don’t you think it was hard for me to do the charity work too?”

“C-charity work?” You gasp, shoving him and pinning him down on your bed. On top, you cross your arms and glare at him dirtily. 

A sparkle in his eye. 

There’s a freaking sparkle in his eyes. 

Then there’s an uncomfortable atmosphere that kicks in, causing you to get off of him and straighten your posture. Sitting up and further from him, he clears his throat as he sits up as well. Although you and Taehyung haven’t been friends for long, you two became close way too easy way too fast. Being friends with Taehyung over time has defiantly been a challenge. Physically, this was normal. Why was it suddenly feeling weird between you two? 

Breaking the silence, you begin again. “But.. You stole my first kiss. It was supposed to be—“

With a mocking voice, he teases you. “Be what? Special? Fireworks? With Jimin—“

“Stop mocking me! Firsts are important, Tae.. And you ruined it for me.” You say quietly folding. You feel so small, so hurt, and disappointed. 

You’re still so confused. 

How could he do this to you?

 “And yes. Maybe. If Jimin wanted to kiss me I would have let him. I know he would have at least asked and made it more romantic.” You pettily say. 

“Fuck you, ___,” he says with a slight tone in his voice. Now he’s getting worked up and for a moment you contemplate if you want to continue your whining. “What do you want me to do, ___? I already told you I’m not sorry.”

“And why not?”

“I liked kissing you.”

What. 

What. What. What. 

He catches your mouth slightly agape. “What do you want from me, ___?”

“I.. Uhmm.. I want,” you’re nervous. Taehyung has moved closer to you again, his hand is on top of yours again, and he’s.. He’s leaning in? Again?

“G-give it back.” You state with a serious face, but your stuttering words and unsure tone beg to differ. Taehyung stares at you blankly. 

“I’m afraid it’s a ‘no-give-back’ kind of thing, sags.”

“You took it!” you cry for the millionth time tonight. “Since you’re so smart taking it, you should be able to give it back!” 

“___, I don’t know how! Honestly, if I knew you were going to be such a bitch about this, I wouldn’t have—”

“Well, figure it out.. Oh wait!” you laugh evilly. “You can’t! And that’s exactly my point, Taehyung! You shouldn’t have! Don’t take things that aren’t for you, you idiot! God, you can be so inconsiderate sometimes—”

It feels like déjà vu. Taehyung is inches away from you, towering over and eyeing your lips. It feels hypnotizing; completely enchanting to be in this moment with him. You can’t help your heart from beating so fast. Unlike the first time, you felt this moment build up and you’ve never seen Taehyung like this.. So stern and attractive in a way that you want him.

He’s always just been a friend. 

What is he now?

Why are his eyes so pretty right now?

When did his bone structure look so flawless? And his cheeks.. Why are they so.. Cute? Why is he captivating you right now? What the hell is happening.. 

You should be immune to him. 

He’s just a friend. 

Taehyung is just a friend. 

He’s just a stupid fratboy.

“You want it back so bad? Here.” Taehyung doesn’t wait for your response.

 Before you know it, he’s crashing his lips onto yours. Almost immediately, your lips sync into his and you almost gasp when he slips his tongue in. Your eyes flutter close and you begin to lose yourself in the kiss. Within seconds, you already know the difference between the first kiss you two shared and this one. This one was hungry, passionate, and sweet. This one has meaning and although you aren’t sure of what exactly; maybe the beauty of it was just to let it be. It’s passionate in a way that isn’t overwhelming and it stimulates every part of your body, sending tingles all the way from your head to your toes. Goodness, could you melt into this. 

So you do.

“Mmph,” your lips are tingling and a little numb. He bites your bottom lip before he breaks the breathtaking kiss. Taehyung watches you quietly trying to catch your breath and he can’t help but get a little cocky look on his face.

God, how you want to smack that look off his face. He is such a pain. Momentarily, you forget you hate his guts right now because of how pink his looks look. So luscious. Did you do that? A part of your heart flutters.

“So?”

“Uhm.. Okay, yeah. I got it back. Thanks.. I guess.” You awkwardly say, shifting away from him. Taehyung laughs before playfully shoving your shoulder. You rub it, still astonished from the kiss.

“You’re not a bad kisser,” he admits, getting into your covers. “Maybe next time slow down with the tongue and take the shirt off. Been dying to see your saggy tits.” Taehyung laughs, lifting his hand out of the covers and tugging on your arm. 

You follow his lead, crawling into bed with him. Beside him, you make yourself comfortable in the midst of a confusing setting. He runs his fingers through your hair, completely aware of how much that bothered you. You push his hands away and tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“I.. N-no. There won’t be a next time, Taehyung.”

“We can discuss that over breakfast tomorrow, sugarlips.”

[thecandywrites]

The Candy Writes- Masterlist

 Orcs, Insect Aliens,  Micro-Mermaids and Ghosts Oh My!

Orcs- 

All the same universe, set in chronological order. This is long. So for the sake of other people’s dashes as well as my own, it’s under the cut here. 

Zorroku and Peaches- Complete- . A Midieval era orc story. Where a cook slave for a clan is bought for her weight in salt by another. But he’s bought for more than just her cooking skills. And she’s so much more than just a cooking slave. She’s family found. Originally published in 2019 with 6 parts. Rewritten in 2023 with more scenes in each part and more parts total. 

Old version from 2019- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 Finalle. 

Re-write- in 2023-

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18 Finalle. 

The Talisman- In progress- A midieval era orc story. Originally posted for Monster March 2023. 

Uviem, a dual god/goddess blesses two halves of a talisman, shared between a Neveahan by the name of Velena, and her soulmate Worlf- as part of their marraige vows. And in such vows, swore many things. And Uviem is- if anything, is faithful and will hold the wearers to their vows. 

Neveah, has always been- first and foremost dragon riders. And the bond between rider and dragon is second to none. And when Worlf falls in love with Velena’s dragon- Chevron’s treasure hoard more than Velena, she becomes heartbroken and leaves her island home off the coast of Neveah, with Chevron, allowing her to flee in the skies, never to return. She left Worlf stranded on the island that has been engineered to remain secret and hidden from the rest of the supersphere. 

Worlf escapes the island, with only what he was able to carry. And can not return to the island without Velena, and spends the rest of his life searching for her, promising a share of the dragon’s hoard to any who help him. But ultimately fails, even with the talisman telling him vaguely where she is. 

Because of the magical nature of the talismans, they are forever linked. And when Valena and Uviem die, at the same moment because the talismans are still linking them, the talismans themselves get passed on to unwitting heirs. And the cycle to reunite the talismans continues anew. The problem, is because the talismans are linked, if one  And the vows must still be upheld and are empowered by Uviem and the vows sworn to them. It’s been 7 decades and three generations. With the pursuer amassing a larger and larger army in order to pursue the unwitting and unknowing heiress of the other. And when the pursuer reaches the same horizon as the pursued, the talisman’s power grows stronger, the connection between them, deeper as the viels between the two wearers begins to lift. 

Will they reunite, and will the dragon’s hoard be reclaimed? Or will the mistakes and sins of the forfathers still be remembered and remain unforgiven and unforgotten? 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 coming soon. 

Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna- In Progress

A woman by the name of Seleneeschia (pronounced Selene-eesh-ia) flees her homeland to avoid becoming a High Priestess of her goddess- Luna, who is the goddess of the moon, foreknowledge, the rains, the waters and the tides. Because such a position came with an arranged marriage and came with intense competition for such a lofty, powerful, influential and lucrative position which Selene had no interest in any of it- outside of worshiping her goddess the way she wanted to and had no ambition for much of anything else, however others in her family and her competitors had other ideas, which led to her fleeing in the first place. 

Our story initially takes place 12 years later, Selene, having successfully fled, and now married with a daughter, she unfortunately has married a narcissitic asshole who gave her the illusion of himself being this perfect, caring, loving romantic, only to later reveal himself as being a two faced, lying, whoring, stealing abusive piece of shit. So Luna helps Selene and her daughter flee again to a new city, while also exacting vengence on the abuser and his village for thier transgressions against Selene and her daughter Anastaschia (pronounced Ana-stas-shi-a) who goes by Stasi for short. They flee to another country, to another city, this time to a city called Hestra where Selene finds healing and rest and respite and real, true love in a knight- Sir Broman McGee, who is himself, a not just a knight, but Captain of the Castle Guard, a protector by nature and a tournament champion who belives in courtly love, to respect and to never bring harm or allow harm to come to any woman or child and is exactly who and what Selene and Stasi need in their lives. 

But Luna has already chosen Stasi as her next High Priestess. Because not only does Stasi have it by birthright. But she has the character and fortitude to bring about change. Luna has long since had her own displeasure at who won out the previous battle for the High Priestess seat at Luna’s temple in her patron city- Masar Alquimar and wishes to cleanse her city and her temple of the corruption, unfairly imposed traditions that such power can wield. But first, she must wait for Stasi to grow up, and then test her out to see if Stasi will be everything Luna needs her to be- to bring true worship back into her temple, and her city. And who will worship Luna in truth and genuine desire- instead of anything and everything else that comes with such a high honor. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 coming soon. 

The Beginning of Stormbreaker- Complete- a Prequel to of Heaven and Fire about how Brock’s parents got together and started the clan 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, 

Burn Without You-  Complete.  Inspired by Burn Without You by Ursine Vulpine featuring Annaca 

A moura bride from Dorierra is matched with an orc prince from a fabled fortress. Dorierra is the moura homeland where anyone with enough wealth can buy a moura bride. Usually so expensive, that only Kings, Czars, Emperors, Cesars, Sultans, Shahs and other rulers are wealthy enough to buy one. And these brides in turn are bred and groomed from infancy to be the perfect companions, Queens, Czarinas, Empresses, Cesarinas, Sultanas, Shahanas, and Princesses and so on and so fourth. 

Because mouras are heavenly beings with special magical powers that make them very highly prized, especially among royalty. However those abilities are finite and the genetics that allow them have a very short half life, to the point that when mixed with any other being, quickly “fade out”. And only stay with a person depending on the generation that person is away from pureblooded mouras, or “full mouras”. The farther away from being pureblooded, the less power they have and far enough away from being pureblooded, there is no magical ability to the individual. 

However, there is a failsafe engineered to restore a moura who is part of a generation too far away to be born with the powers to restore the powers once more. And that failsafe is expensive and something that those mouras who are born with it- would rather die than give it up. 

And this orc prince thinks he is buying a pureblooded, fully magically powered moura. And he needs her to be to heal him from wounds sustained in battle that have left him with severe physical hadicaps. The most severe of which is his loss of hearing. So he is deaf and lives in constant, agonizing pain. And he assumes that the bride he just bought is full moura with all the magical abilities. However, unbeknownst to him, she is not. And his disabilities and wounds are hidden from her so that she has no idea that her future groom has any ailments that she would need to heal. 

And they don’t find out the truth about the other until they their wedding day. So not all is happy about the union, a murderous plot, intrigue, lies and deception, political entanglements soon envelope everyone involved and beyond and the already shakey union threatens to fail and war is on the horizon. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33. 

Heaven and Fire-  Complete. Six months after the events of Burn Without You start. A mountain moura’s city in the mountain tops, called a colony is attacked by a horde of orcs, she’s captured by the warchief’s son and is bound to him by a magic chain that the clan’s shaman has cursed to tie her to the warchief’s son. And in an effort to free herself, tries to broker a deal with water dragons to stop them from icing the clan’s ships since mouras and dragons have a special relationship and in the process, unlocks her own heritage. And what were once enemies, grows to be friends, then to lovers, only to become enemies once again when another curse is placed, not on the moura, but on the orc. Making him forget all he went through to capture this beautiful, wonderful, being who he fell in love with, mated to and with, and impregnanted, will his duty push him to accept him as his mate once more? Or will the curse push him to reject, the one he risked his life to attain? And will he break the curse in time to see his son come into the world? 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19. 

Souja- Complete. Another companion peice to Of Heaven and Fire and Burn Without You, but from the other side of the world. Set only a year after Queen Audravienne takes the throne in Yekmeni. Inspired by Leave Her Johnny by the Kraken Shanty Band

A tavern cook’s trades her womb to a high borne lady, who due to an accident, loses her and nearly loses her life. But a witch, in order to save the Lady’s life, offers to give the cook a magical pot that will give her limitless amounts of food for her tavern. Five years later, after the cook has adopted two orphans and remains unmarried, fate brings in a sailor who falls madly in love with her, and she to him. But will he stay with her, even if she can not bear him children? And will he give up sailing to be her husband and father to her children? 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Switch- Complete- Set immediately after the events in Souja. 

A human Duchess, a year before her arranged marriage to a Count, is diagnosed with sidesickness and cancer and given only months left to live. A few days later an offer of marraige comes in from an orc merchant, recently made a Baron. And is an offer too good to refuse but for the Duchess’ younger sister. Who is offended by the offer simply because it comes from an orc. So the Duchess suggests to her father to switch her place with her younger sister. Which all parties agree to. 

To secure the merchant’s orc incredible offer, she has to do all she can to hide the fact that she’s dying so that her family is enriched by the offer while also securing the merchant’s son, who the offer was made in his behalf. But who is against the arrangement. Despite never meeting her- but fearing she will hate him because of who and what he is. But in a cruel twist of fate- it is a love match. But will she live long enough to enjoy it? And will she be able to hide her fatal illness long enough to marry him? And what will he do once he finds out that he has been swindled out of a fortune, buying his way into a nobility that hates him, and gaining the love of his life, only to find out that she initially did so just to help her family, but had no intention of living long enough to see all their hopes and dreams come true? And how angry will she be when he finds out she is already out to replace herself when the inevitable will surely happen? 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16.  

Blood For Gold- Complete- Regency Era time period orc love story. 

An aged man buys a Dorierran moura bride to give his later years as much joy as possible. But because of Alzheimers, there is no joy for his bride. After his mysterious death, his young widow is placed into a house in London. 

A chance encounter on a train has the widow sharing a train car with an orcish Duke and his friend who’s a count and Troll himself. And the Duke and the widow form an instant friendship. 

And then, they meet again, seemingly at random chance, or perhaps fate- at a moura whorehouse where the patrons have to wear masks to conceal their identity and keep their anonymity- the widow meets the same Duke, and the Duke meets her and they both think the other is a whore for the whorehouse and instantly fall into lust with each other. 

And then once the widow re-enters society after “grieving” her first husband’s death, she is put into the path of The King’s nephew. But he’s nearly twice her age and secretly prefers the openness of polyamory and is bisexual. And when her brother comes from Dorierra, the King’s nephew falls in love...with her brother, against the wishes of his very powerful and influental parents and the rest of his royal family who is anxious for him to have a legitamate heir. 

But at the widow’s first social debut into society, she once again reunites with the same Duke, only remembering him from the formal but brief encouters before her formal reintroduction society. And the two have to fight between their attraction to thier whore of choice and the high society counterparts. 

Things get even more complicated when the King’s nephew’s parents bring in other Dorierran brides- orc ones- to distract the Duke from his designs on the widow if only to clear the path for their son. And the widow must choose between a whore, a Duke or a Dauphin. And when she falls pregnant with the whore’s child, she must go home to Dorierra, but will her love for the Duke, and his love for her- induce her to stay? And will the Duke, be willing to accept her in such a state? Not knowing that he was really the one who put her into it- to begin with?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

Jewel Of The North- Ongoing- A modern orc lovestory. 

Zara Kingsley is an LMT with two children. Who just happens to also be an heiress due to some bizarre circumstances. She goes to the Frozen Tundra (aka Alaska), a place she was initially born in but never got to stay beyond toddlerhood and moved to the Northern Great Lakes, (Michigan) and got married and moved to the Southern Great Lakes (Ohio). But just as her life was finally coming together, tragedy strikes and Zara becomes a widow and loses her adopted grandparents in one fell swoop. And now has to grapple with being a single mother of two children, providing for them and keeping her children from losing themselves to grief while also inheriting the fortunes of her adopted grandparents. And when her late husband’s company has a lawsuit, they make Zara the posterchild for it. And when the company wins, Zara gains the lion’s share of the settlement that is the size of a large lottery. While also gaining more than just 15 minutes of fame. 

So, in an effort to escape, and now that she’s all grown up and healed from the tragedies of her past, she goes back to her birthplace to reconnect with her homeland. And to meet the children of her parent’s friends who had since become her friends too. Fate decides to pair her with the son of her father’s best friend from the airforce. Who is also widowed and with a daughter and struggling to live and provide for his small, broken family. Will they be able to unite their broken families to try to create a new whole one? Or will others, chasing the dream of her fortunes get in the way? 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14- Chapter 15, Chapter 16- Finalle coming soon. 

Khiro and Brie- Ongoing- Modern orc lovestory

A plumber’s apprentice has the biggest crush ever on the boss’ daughter. Who he goes to school with. And little does he know, she has a crush on him back. But will he risk his job, and his livlihood to have the courage to actually do anything about it? Like ask her to a school dance senior year before she graduates early and is gone forever?

Fall Formal, Winter Formal, Graduation Party, House Hunting coming soon. 

Pierce and I- another modern orc lovestory. On Hiatus. 

A single mom, also widowed, meets a very handsome orc who’s a video game developer who came to her Rex Plex, a recreational center, for his nephew’s birthday party. Where her daugher becomes a last minute guest to. And to see her race on the go kart track with her daughter has him swooning and a wink from him sends her nearly crashing the kart! 

And the smell of her leftovers is too much of a temptation when all the Rex Plex can offer pizza that everyone is sure is made out of cardboard. 

Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 

OkCryptid- another oneshot widow with kids, uses the app to find a date, meets up with a widower with two kids himself. And they meet at a trampoline park, and come to find out, they’ve met there before- many times, just never as each other’s dates. 

Perfect Magic Touch-  a one shot about an LMT who owns a business massaging businessmen in an office and has a romance with the CEO of said business.

Insects

Jika- aka my Isthantari series. listed in chronological order. 

Isthantari- a Jika term of endearment, affection and devotion. Usually reseverved only for the Queen- Isth- means sex in a base context, also means mate with- devoted to give your all in every sense. An- means with. Tari- means for life. So put Isth-an-tari- to make Isthantari- it means- One I am devoted to for life.

Jika are 6-7 foot huge humanoid wasp insectoid aliens.There are a few classifications of them. All of them are black and yellow but the black has a chome sheen to it and the sheen differentiate the kind of Jika it is. 90% of the entire population for the entire species is male. But that’s ok, because 90% of the remaining 10% are Queens that control the hive or Princesses- Queens in training and the last 10% of the 10% are Nursery Drones who care for the batches of bees.  

Green Sheen- Drones. Worker Bees. Takes up roughly 40% of the 90% of the total males among the species. 

Blue Sheen- Managers for troops of drones and division heads. Only 5% of the 90% of the males in the species. 

Turqoise Sheen- true specialists- Engineers, Doctors, Ship and hive designers. 2% of the 90% of the species.  

Red Sheen- Military. 50% of the 90% of the species. 

Purple Sheen- Royal Consort Class Jika. The last 3% of the 90% of the Species. Whose sole purpose in life is to care for a queen as her consort and feed her, clean her, take care of her, sexually please her, inseminate a queen’s eggs and provide companionship. However, once a male is picked to be her consort- his brain atrophes so that the only thing he knows- is how to please his queen and care for his queen and his own name. 

However due to an artificial redundancy. A queen only needs so many consorts so whoever doesn’t get picked to be her consort- gets to be reassigned a job in any number of devisions. And this is where all those Isthantari stories come in. 

Light Pink Sheen- Princesses- Queens in Training. 

Magenta- Queens- who control the Hive and The Hive Mind that controls the Hive, via thought and pheramones.

But this gets tricky when the Jika come to Earth and realize Humans (and in my universe that has modern monsters among us) also communicate through pheramones, although mostly subconciously. Turns out human pheramones are shockingly similar to a Queen. So you get all these unmated consorts walking around thinking anyone whose pheramones smell like a queen- are a queen who needs to be worshipped and cared for a like a god or goddess. 

Then lastly dark Maroon Sheen- Nursery Drones. The ones who care for all the batches of eggs and larve. 

Jaxon and Sable Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Lenora and Jabari oneshot, commission for @wolfofbluestardust

Miranda and Jabril- oneshot commission for @cerealpandas

Kiara and Jarek- oneshot commission for @jasura

Panda and Jinx- one shot commission for @pandainfinitely also can be found here at @pandaswritingandmonsters 

The Bumblebee and The Porcupine- oneshot for @fleckeshummel Title is in German but the rest of the story is in English. 

Jaxx and Lexi- Monster March 2021 and OkCryptid Crossover OkCryptid belongs to @thetravelerwrites

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5 Finalle 

Feel free to commission me for more! 

Micro Mermaids

Chenera- Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 Finalle for Mermay 2021

When a gold headed royal chamelion beta falls into the odds and ends tank when her owner- Ethel Atwood- who is the Jane Goodall to Micro-mermaids. When Ethel’s house is broken into so that her precious micro’s are stolen for the underground micro-mermaid fighting rings. 

Chenera follows her instincts and quickly finds a crevice under a cave to hide in. In the morning, Nona, one of the guppy micro males notices the gold of her head in her little crevice and investigates and finds Chenara, who is still, just a kid herself. He goes to get the elders and healers since she’s clearly hurt and when she emerges. The whole tank is in awe because they had never met anything like her. 

Chenera and Nona grow close and quickly become childhood sweethearts, despite their different kinds. But by the time she is discovered, she needs to go back home to go through her own coming of age rituals. But Chenera doesn’t want to leave the only friend she’s ever had. So just as they are forced apart, Chenera copies Nona’s pattern on herself before she is removed from the tank to rejoin her family and Nona has to go into a seperate mating guppy tank himself. 

They are seperated and have to mature apart and Chenera, in an act of defiance, never loses Nona’s pattern and they are both sold as single micros. Will they ever see each other again? Or will fate bring them back together?

Taliwai and Brivian- Part 1 and Part 2 Writen for Monster March 2022

After the break in. Ethel decides to change things up for her micros and wants to put her energy into developing surrogates for every species she has. Instead of just one “odds and ends” tank she has for her fresh water varieties of fish. Taliwai and Brivian are mandarin dragonet micros. And Taliwai wants to be a surrogate mother. And Brivian is a very special- last generation micro. Since last generations get the most one on one time with both parents and are the most highly educated and come with the added bonus of inheriting their parent’s tank. 

Usually such precious micros are put into special puzzle boxes to keep from being swarmed because they are such highly valued individuals. But with the change- Ethel tests whether it’s actually the puzzle boxes themselves that make other micros swarm them. 

So will Brivian, even with all of his advantages, be willing to give up all those perks, if it means pursing Taliwai who is unlike any and every other micro he’s ever met?

Zhanna and Pilane

Plain Pain In My Ass One shot for Mermay 2022

Pilane is a micro-octo-merman, who’s mother is a wild caught micro who was found half dead, and half eaten but still defending her clutch of eggs. His adopted father was an Ethel Mirco tasked with rehabilitating her and saving her life and her clutch. And while he succeeds in saving her life and help her heal as much as she can, because of her injuries, she can never return to the wild. Which causes her a lot of heartache. 

Pilane is determined to find a woman, who is both intelligent, couragous like his mother, kind and caring like his father so that he can father offspring that can have the chance to one day be re-introduced to the wild. Problem is, he is on his fifth attept to find such a woman. And, as a last resort, his caretaker- Dr. Ashely Miles of the Sydney National Aquarium go back to the source- Dr. Ethel Atwood to see if she can have a micro that will fill that bill. 

And low and behold she does. But Zhanna is so much more than Pilane could have hoped for or dreamed of. But the problem is- in an effort to single Zhanna out and test whether she’s strong enough mentally to handle such a task- he pisses her off to the point she’d rather die alone than be mated with him and gives him the nickname of ‘Plain Pain In Her Ass’. 

So will he be able to overcome her hatred. And at least befriend her? Or will her promise to herself become fullfilled as the bag bursts mid flight to Australia and they start losing precious oxygenated salt water to breathe and keep on living?

Again, feel free to commission me for more micro-mermaids too. Based more or less off of the Aquarium trade. Which I grew up having my mother ALWAYS having at least 1 tank. Usually freshwater. Which is why the first micro-mermaid was freshwater. She also had a brackish tank for a while and had THE CUTEST little puffer fish. 

Monster March 2022

Day 21- Ghost- My Samantha Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Finalle

Samantha flees an abusive home and relationship with her two young children. Elizabeth and Edward. And finds refuge in a small town holding a big secret- a Haunted Victorian Mansion. Haunted by one General Maywhether. And one way or another this house will be Samantha’s home if General Maywhether has to haunt every person in town to do it. And even her ex husband to stay the fuck away from her too.  

General Maywhether has been waiting for decades for ‘His Samantha’ to come back to him. Because he’s met her and known her- twice already in her previous lives and he has been waiting for his Samantha to return to him a third time and give her the home he promised her, twice over already. Third time is the charm. 

Kinktober 2022!

Needs it’s own masterlist because I maxed out on links for a single post. 

So Kinktober 2022 Masterlist Here

But I also have an Ode to Kinktober as a whole. Part 1, 

Also Monster March 2023 Masterlist Here

And so far- this is it. This is everything I’ve ever written on this blog so far.

Enjoy! 

[starsmuserainbow]

Okay, so, since I'm asking this everyone that I'm starting new threads with these days, I figured instead of typing the whole stuff everytime anew, I could also simply make a post that I then can link whenever I wanna ask these things.

Please don't reblog this post, I'm not writing this with the intention of having it be a widespread PSA or the likes (I dread the notification-amount I would get if it became one), it's just a post where I place the questions and answers I'd like to offer those I wanna talk to this stuff about. I mean, honestly, if we're mutuals I might/would likely be okay with you reblogging it, if you wanna keep it on your blog or something. But please, at the very least if we aren't mutuals, don't reblog it. Link others to it, if you must, but please don't reblog. I really don't want the mess of notifications.

The rest below the cut, but as for the question I'd be asking before sending you this:

Do you know of the new way of cutting posts, and/or about Xkit Rewritten?

First off - this is not a very detailed tutorial or the likes. I'm not giving a illustrated step-by-step or anything like that; if you want one of those I can recommend this one (I've linked it to a few people before).

Okay, so, I'm trying to start at the beginning.

What is Xkit Rewritten?

You know Xkit? What you confirm with 'yes' right now probably refers to what's called 'New Xkit'. That already, as the name tells, was a remake of an earlier version of Xkit - or so I assume at least. Now, Xkit Rewritten basically is the new 'New Xkit' - I think it's only maintained by one person of the original Xkit, but again, that's just from how I understand it.

In other words, it's the extension/addon you need if you want Xkit's features to keep working (at least those that get adapted over). If you don't know of Xkit Rewritten yet, you'll have found at least some - if not by now all - of Xkit's extensions not working anymore. Like the mutual checker, "shorten posts", and probably a lot more but I quite honestly never used that many of them so I wouldn't even know if a good bunch doesn't work anymore. Xkit Rewritten has at the very least some of those extensions - the mutual checker for example - as well, and since it's the newer Xkit, those actually work.

I'm sure you can find it easily on your own, but in case not, here's a link which will forward you to your needed place of downloading, depending on your browser.

Does it work on mobile?

I'm rather certain it does NOT work for the app. I have no idea if you can install extensions in the mobile browsers (I doubt it though), so I can't tell you about that. If you can install extensions, perhaps you could also install Xkit Rewritten. I don't know, sorry.

Why would I need it? The old way of cutting posts, the way we all know, still works!

Well. Yes, it does, but only when you do the opt-out of the beta editor. (I think by now you can use the beta editor on old-way-cut posts after you cut them and saved them as draft? Although I'm not sure if that was just a glitch of sorts or if that's actually the case - but like, same thing, you still need to use the legacy editor to actually use the old cutting)

As much as some might have disliked the beta editor when it first came out, or perhaps you still do - the fact is that eventually, it will be the only editor. I assume that that will still take a while, since there still seems to be a good bunch of things that they wanna fix or still need to make the beta editor be able to do, but, one day it's gonna come. Personally, I'd advise to get used to the new things as they come (or like, shortly after they are brought to us), because it'll probably be nicer when you already know what to do once the switch fully happens, instead of panicking then and starting to learn your way through a new method.

Also, but recent experiences of my own allowed me to use the beta editor on old-way-cut posts too, the new editor does have a few nice little things that you don't have right away available in the buttons on the legacy editor. Colored text, for example, and those fancy text types. You don't need to go into coding for those anymore with the beta editor.

And another reason - I'm not sure, but I think that glitch is still there where, if an icon is at the end of the reply, the next person's first part of the reply will also be indented (or, I think, look like it on the dash at least? Something like that). Since the trimming (aka the new cutting) works a little different than the editable reblogs (aka the old cutting), that won't be happening anymore. In fact, you won't be able to edit your partner's reply at all anymore. Which also means that, if you were doing that so far, you can't edit in the name of the partner-muse in the url, or do similar changes to that part.

One last thing: As far as I understand it, you are able to trim the post later too, as in after writing your reply, even after posting. Just click the little symbol, and it's trimmed down to only the previous reply.

What do I need to use it?

Basically, nothing else than you always needed. Your computer, your browser, the Xkit-Addon (just, now the new one - I recommend keeping both for now though).

Take care to make the start of a new thread in the beta editor though, the new trimming can't work with legacy posts. If you want to make older posts of yours edittrimmable through the new method, you will also need the mobile app to make a change (non-visible is enough even, like adding a space somewhere after a sentence or so) to the very source-post (aka the very first part of the whole thread) - or you just make a new post and continue from there.

How do I use the trimming?

Okay, so, first off, you need to make sure that above point is checked. Either it's a post you made or edited on mobile, or it's a post you make new (I think you need to do that with the beta editor for it to work), just, it has to be of the right type.

Once you have that, and I assume you have Xkit Rewritten installed and "Trim Reblogs" activated within that, it really isn't that much of a task.

You reblog a thing like you always would. Press the reblog-icon on the post (or on the blog or whereever), save it as draft, or whatever your action of choice is. (You can also write on it right there, if that's what you do, though I can't guarantee you that that works, but given the trimming still works when you have already posted your thing, it should still work if you type your reply right away and only then draft/queue/post it.) Now, you go to where your post is now. In my case, that's usually in the drafts. There, in the post-footer (where you also find the symbols for deleting or editing the post) you will see a little scissor-symbol. Click on that, and voila - you're done. Your post is trimmed, and you can now edit on it or leave it there or whatever exactly your next step is.

So should I just remove 'new Xkit' already?

I wouldn't do that yet. A lot of people are still using the old cutting of posts. It has problems, and causes things, but people are used to it and if you switch entirely to the new method, you won't be able to cut the posts that people with the old cutting cutted.

I personally very much prefer the trimming, but I still use both Xkits - and whatever trimming/cutting that I need for a thread - in order to keep my things cut with some people adapting and some keeping the old cutting.

Does it cost me anything to use it?

Outside of the fee for your internet, and, like, the electricity of your computer and so on? No. (Although if you have the money to spare, I'm sure the one that put in all this effort of coding Xkit for us, making it a whole new version of it and so on, would appreciate some financial "thank you", or however to call it. You would need to look that up yourself though.)