#saw a post on my dash is the real inspiration here

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 17: Daria/Jane, Marry Christmas

Idk what this is, but I thought about it for way too long before writing

D/J, 470 words, 17 minutes

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The town is so picturesque that Daria assume Jane's art school friends settled here ironically: the houses on their street have actual white picket fences; the downtown with its bright, narrow storefronts, weaves gently downhill, lights in all the windows, bright banners on the lamp posts; occasional ornate benches line the sidewalk, now piled high with snow. She and Jane are two of only a few pedestrians actually outside today. But the harshness of the wind and the bitter sharpness of the cold and in particular the light flurries of snow skating across the surfaces of crunchy, frozen drifts all remind her of Boston,  of Raft, of all the time she spent in the city with Jane. So she's a bit nostalgic, even as she digs her hands deeper into her pockets, raises her shoulders and burrows her chin down into her scarf.

One of the stores they pass has a chalk sandwich-board sign out front, with the message in curled white script: Marry Christmas. Daria narrows her eyes at it as they approach.

"Marry Christmas," she repeats. "Do you think that's a typo, or a wedding announcement?"

"Or a command," Jane suggests. "You will enter into a binding life partnership agreement with the concept of Christmas."

"Ominous."

Jane glances at the sign one more time, as another flutter of snow sifts down around them from the slanted roofs above.  "It's the next item on the gay agenda," she says.

"Oh, is that what I missed at the meeting?"

"Yeah, we're looking ahead down the slippery slope. First, we can marry each other. Then, we can marry the personifications of holidays."

Personifications of holidays almost rings some sort of distant bell. "Didn't we meet--"

"I think that was a shared hallucination," Jane says. Which does seem more likely, so Daria shakes the thought from her head.

"Well, they shouldn't give it away," she says. "The future agenda item."

"Mmm, no. Our main advantages are stealth and the element of surprise."

At the bottom of the incline, they find the restaurant Jane's friend recommended, a tiny place with a huge brunch menu, paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling. They loosen their various layers, take off their hats and gloves and unfurl their scarves, and sit down across from each other, at a table for two against the wall.

Jane reaches across and takes Daria's hand. "Someday we will for real," she says.

"It's already real."

"Legal and real."

Daria hesitates. "You're optimistic about that?"

Jane shrugs one shoulder, tries to minimize the honesty seeping through in her voice. "Sometimes." Then she smiles. "And a few years after that, I'll divorce you and marry Guy Fawkes Day."

"Very funny," Daria answers, and squeezes her hand tight. "Hey, do you think for dinner, we can find somewhere in this town that serves Chinese?"

[queenaeducan-writes]

2024 writing round up

i saw it on my dash and wanted to do it! tagging: @blackjackkent, @theshirallen, @dreadfutures, @theluckywizard, @ anyone else who would care to do this!

words posted: Not counting Tumblr RP or I'd be here forever, 76,581. 35,245 of those were Var Shiral'vhen.

additional words written: 21,585 on VS, plus some other WIPs means I have typed about 33,109 words. There are more in my notebook (but probably not a significant amount).

grand total of words: About 109,690 words! <3

fandoms: Dragon Age, HotD, BG3

highest kudos: 187 on The Queen's Pleasure, making it the first fic I ever posted to break 100 kudos.

highest hit oneshot: 2667 on The Queen's Pleasure.

new things I tried:

New fandoms! BG3 got me back into writing for fun before DA reassumed its throne, and I published HotD for the first time, too!

Smut! I published five smut fics on AO3, one on Tumblr, and another that will probably not make it out of the docs I'm gonna be real.

Long fic! Technically I've tried before, but writing Var Shiral'vhen with @theshirallen has been a pretty new experience as someone who mostly writes oneshots. It's been fun, though!

fic I spent the most time on: Var Shiral'vhen on the basis of it being a long fic. For one shots, probably The means by which art is made due it being my first attempt at Solian smut and that ship being very dear to me (and it was originally started back in like 2022).

fic I spent the least time on: I wrote Stronger Where it Breaks (Veilguard spoilers) after I beat DA4 in a short space of time. They will learn was also written similarly quickly.

favorite thing I wrote: I'm going to list multiple answers bc I deserve it.

I think it might be the unpublished Var Shiral'vhen chapter "Rift test take 2" just because I adore the Solas/Ian conversation in that chapter. It really encapsulates what I find fascinating about their dynamic, put them in a room together and they will start vibing even when I wasn't planning on it.

(Veilguard spoilers in the link) They will learn, a fic I mostly wrote for Joly but ended up getting more attention than I expected on Tumblr! I really enjoyed working with Elvhenan worldbuilding and I'm looking forward to doing more with the OCs I started crafting for the purposes of the fic.

(Veilguard spoilers in the link) The shape of you, a really abstract fic that's sex but also isn't sex. It was more a picture than words in my head so writing it down was difficult, but I enjoyed how it turned out esp since I didn't spend too long on it (it was like two sessions of writing).

favorite thing(s) I read:

(Veilguard spoilers in the link) keep my body from the fire (Solas x Felassan) by Almalexiasgf. I loved the depiction of Solas's [redacted] and Felassan's handling of it. It captured everything I love about the new lore surrounding the elves in DA4.

deus proditus (dame aylin & ketheric thorm) by @darethshirl. Such a neat exploration of these characters and their hostile relationship to each other, their love of Isobel, divinity/mortality. Highly recommended!

The History in our Skin (nb!lavellan & keeper deshanna) by @theshirallen. You were a fool if you thought I wouldn't include Joly in this. I love the pain and the peace in this, the impossible choice Deshanna saddles Ian (still a child but in choosing becomes grown) with. "There is no right answer" but only because the world is hostile to everything they are.

it ends, or it doesn't (felassan & an ensemble cast) by @dreadfutures I'm still making my way through this one (VG put a huge dent in my reading habit I carefully built over 2024 lmao) but I love Blue's Felassan POV and the worldbuilding they do for the Dalish/ancient elves. It's so inspiring, and the mystery is so good.

Mien'Harel (solas/felassan, solas & ensemble) by @bodysnatch3r Again, making my way through it, but Matty has such a great use of language and the worldbuilding is so good. I'm going to have my heart broken (more) when I continue I'm sure, but I'd highly recommend checking this one out.

these violent delights (Zevran x f!Tabris, Lucanis & Zev/Warden - Rated T) by @inquisimer. I love love love the Zev/Tabris pairing in this, and the playing off Lucanis is also excellent. I'd highly recommend it for its intrigue and character dynamics!!!

writing goals for 2025:

Continue Var Shiral'vhen

Not burn myself out on exchanges

Try to satisfy the need for engagement w/ more realistic means

Stop comparing myself/my headcanons/my divergences to others

new works: It was only after listing them that I realised I was supposed to just say how many, but I wrote it so it's here now. Anyway. 13!

Var Shiral'vhen (Solas x Nonbinary!Lavellan - Rated M) An adaptation of Solas and Ian's love story as well as Thora's journey as Inquisitor. About finding love in impossible places, undoing the damage the world has done to you, building trust from the ashes of other people's fires.

They will learn (Solas & Original Elvhen Character- Rated G) Veilguard spoilers. The world is new, and so are the people. Solas meets a new invention and sees the beauty and horror of creation.

The shape of you (Solas x Nonbinary!Lavellan- Rated E) Veilguard spoilers. Solas asks Ian a difficult question that Ian has no trouble answering.

Five, Seven, Five (Solas & F!Cadash - Rated G) Veilguard spoilers. Set in Inquisition. After a visit to Cadash thaig, Thora is inspired to write poetry after a lifetime of reading it. She shares it with Solas, as she shares everything with Solas.

Stronger Where it Breaks ( Solas x Nonbinary!Lavellan- Rated G) Veilguard spoilers. On Ian's suggestions, Solas takes up journaling to deal with some of his issues.

Pawn Takes King ( Solas x Nonbinary!Lavellan - Rated E) Technically Veilguard spoilers for the game's hub/home location. After a game of chess results in a rare victory, Ian claims his spoils.

The means by which art is made ( Solas x Nonbinary Lavellan! - Rated E) After Solas discloses his preference for bottoming, Ian tops him for the first time. It is not a night without its setbacks.

In Defense of Spirits (N/A - Rated G) A meta about the spirits of DA:O and how they can be read more sympathetically with the future game's lore taken into account.

The Art of Reading Aloud (Gale x F!Tav - Rated E) Ophelia (Tav) gives Gale a blowjob while he explains the history of the Moonshae Isles to her.

A Study of Hands (Gale x F!Tav - Rated T) An exploration of Gale's mental state throughout act I of BG3 as well as his developing feelings for Ophelia (Tav).

Chip Butty (Gale x F!Tav - Rated E) The morning after the party with her Tiefling kin, Ophelia wakes up with two headaches. One, from wine. Two, everyone expects she bedded Gale the night before.

The Queen's Pleasaure (Alicent x Rhaenyra - Rated E) When the King calls, Alicent does not linger longer than she is wanted. Her return is interrupted by a wayward princess, fresh from a foray into Flea Bottom, and hungry for companionship. Or: What if Rhaenyra had found Alicent before she found Ser Criston?

A Little Light (Jowan & Connor - Rated G) After years of young apprentices giving him a wide berth, lest they catch his talent for mediocrity, Jowan finds himself in the position of tutor to the young Connor.

[chairofchaos]

coney island

Summary: Sitting on a bench in Coney Island/Wondering "Where did my baby go?" A walk through reader's relationship with Ruhn Danaan, from its start to its heartbreaking silent finish. Inspired a bit by coney island; Lyrics (in italics) from Taylor Swift's "coney island" feat. The National

A/N: You can decide whether this one is a blessing or a curse on your dash. (I just wanted to feel something lmao) Read the warnings y'all, this one needed them.

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan/Reader but yk... breakup fic... so...

Warnings: Sibling loss (reader's, not Ruhn's). Mentions of Ruhn's childhood abuse at the hands of the Autumn King. Mentions of sexual activity. Implied addiction to alcohol and drugs. All hurt, no comfort. Everyone's traumatized and/or grieving

Divider from @saradika (I reblogged her post with this one if you look- it's tagged #@/saradika)

If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

And if this was the long haul, how did we get here so soon?

Three years.

It had been three years and seven months since you had run into each other, Ruhn grinning up at his little sister where she perched atop his shoulders observing the carnival sprawled across the park.

Bryce had cotton candy in her hand, a piece the pink and blue fluff stuck to her brown cheek. You'd taken the opportunity to say hi, recognizing both your old friend and his little sister. Bryce was your sister's friend, and you had met her a few months earlier at your sister's birthday party in Nidaros. You hadn't realized the connection until you saw them together.

Three years, you and Ruhn had loved each other. And there were the thirty-odd years before that, when you had let the memory of his kind eyes swirl in your brain as you remembered your childhood friend in his sweetest moments. Those moments, he had later admitted to you, were the shining lights in some of those darkest of days of life living under the abusive control of Einar Danaan.

Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Ruhn apparently couldn't be bothered to care anymore, too caught up in the life he was trying to lead; too caught up in trying to disappoint his father as much as possible.

And yet I can't find it in me to blame him, you thought with a pang of agony in your chest.

It had been about six months after your first date that Ruhn had shared the surface of the wells of agony his father had inflicted on him all of those years ago.

You had lit your favorite candle, a rich scent of fall to celebrate the fall equinox. Ruhn had walked into your living room that evening and, blanching, asked you to extinguish it with a haunted look.

Instead of celebrating, you two spent the early evening curled up on the couch. You would never forget his hushed voice whispering the reasoning for the tattoos covering his arms, the real origin of the red scar on his chest he couldn't quite get to fade. You had cried for him, with him, as he held you tight to his chest. You promised you would be there for him, no matter what. You promised you would never tell a single soul what he suffered.

The night had grown, and he had pulled you gently towards your bed, kissing you and bringing you to bed with a gentleness you had always known was there and hoped would resurface someday.

In the darkness of that room, you had whispered promises into his skin, to love him, all of him, however long it took him to share. He had promised to open his heart to you. He promised to love you and to hold you close, never keeping you in the dark as to what he needed. He promised you a place to turn in your darkness, the same as you had offered him.

In the last six months since of the sudden death of your little sister, he seemed to have forgotten those promises. You had both promised your best, forgetting how easily you could both be your worst.

When I got into the accident

The sight that flashed before me was your face

You had called him that day. Sobbing into the phone, you asked him to come home, to come help you put your shattered heart back together. He had. To his credit, he had rescheduled the rest of the things he had to do that day. He had cared for you, and both of you had cared for Bryce. He loved that about you, had loved the care you had for his little sister from the moment you met her.

Three nights later, however, he had returned to his drinking, joining Declan and Flynn in getting drunk and high instead of being there for you the night before your sister's funeral.

The memory of his drunken return to your home six months ago had played out again in real time as Ruhn had stumbled in at 4am this morning. His full-volume curses as he had tripped over the corner of the couch where you slept were the extent of his bitter greeting.

You had watched as he stumbled down the hall, never actually acknowledging your presence. You had wanted to wait up to make sure he was safe as he came home to the apartment you had picked out together a year ago with his promise that he would get it together, just a little bit. He had promised.

Ruhn had almost dropped the glass he tried to retrieve from the cabinet in a sad facsimile of drunken self care. He had managed to get it full of water. He drank it, and then walked up the stairs, not a single word spoken in recognition of your tired form waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

Hours later, he still slept in the bed you had shared less and less over the last few months. His snores reached your ears in the kitchen in spite of the afternoon sun on his face. He would sleep off the hangover that, if not for his Vanir healing, he would likely have had for two days.

That had been the last straw for you.

He had promised.

Instead of enjoying that life he had promised you would build together, here you were, a box of your things on the dining room table as you retrieved the glass he had nearly broken from the drying mat next to the sink, and packed it away.

The apartment was his. Most of what was in it was yours.

He had kept his room at the house he, Declan, and Flynn had purchased years ago. You had never really noticed until now how few of his things were here, how much he hadn't invested into this place that was supposed to be for the two of you, together. That pain of agony at the idea of leaving for good melted in the growing fire of anger banking in your body, in your blood.

Maybe he had never cared, you thought glumly, carrying the boxes out to your car. Maybe he had never intended to keep this life with you. Maybe it had all been a placeholder.

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments close your eyes

The sun sank closer to the horizon as you slammed your trunk shut, blinking up at those quiet windows. There was no indication of him stirring, even as you slipped the key off your key ring and went on one last walk up the stairs to the door you used to rejoice at the sight of.

You slipped it into the envelope with his name on it. The key, that last sign of promises broken, joined the letter you had written him, asking him to care for himself. It told him you wished him the best, but that you simply could not live this way anymore.

You would go to your parents in Nidaros. You told him so, asking him not to contact you if he came to visit Bryce. They needed help in their grief. They needed you home. And so your final goodbye to him was as silent, an echo of his responses to your pleas for him to care about something, anything, over the last few weeks.

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

When Ruhn would finally wake after sunset, he would find no vanilla candle (your second favorite scent, the one he had bought you as a replacement for the favorite you had thrown away for him) burning. The nails in the wall would hold up no pictures. The kitchen would have no dishes. It would be a shell of a home.

He would find that sealed envelope with his name written in thick, bold letters, as if your hand had pressed your anger and heartbreak into the writing of his name, that one final goodbye. He wouldn't know it had been to keep your hand from shaking. You tried not to consider his reaction, if he would even notice the tearstain on the corner from the tear you hadn't managed to wipe away in time.

He would have a few pictures of you: the one on his bedside table of you and Bryce laughing at each other with paint on your fingers and faces; the one he kept tucked in his wallet of you and him kissing in a photo booth at a carnival. He would have the sheets and blankets on the bed, the furniture.

He wouldn't have you, and you would never again have him.

You promised.

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm morbidly fascinated by those "quotes" blogs. Whenever one of them makes it onto my dash I often compulsively hate-scroll through it for a couple of minutes, and I almost always find that while *some* of the blog is made up of vetted aphorisms and statements by identifiable people, a LOT of it is always some sort of extremely clumsy platitude attributed to "Unknown", as if it's a piece of ancient folk wisdom--but on closer inspection it's barely meaningful, like the one above. What does that say, "things that are hard to do are hard when you do them"? Yes, it is literally true that difficult doesn't mean impossible, is that really useful to point out? I would even get this more if the quote were something like "Impossible only means difficult"; there ya go, there's a little chicken soup for the teenage soul type of mindbender for ya. But what we have instead is just a definition of difficulty with a list of tags longer than the two sentences themselves. Thanks a lot, real inspiring. And then some of the quotes laid at the feet of poor old Unknown are just something like, "All I need is a cup of coffee, my favorite sweater, and a dog-eared book on a rainy day," and you're like Is this really a quote? Is the idea of "quotes" still worth something if we just mean "anything that could potentially come out of someone's mouth"? If you gave any of the people who run these blogs a copy of Bartlett's it would probably blow their brains out of their minds.

So because I get obsessed with things I don't understand, I start thinking about who it is that cooks these things up. There's someone, somewhere sitting at their computer trying to think of "deep" things to say, things that fit a certain tone and pattern that targets "your loneliest elderly relative on Facebook", and then they just write them down and slap "Unknown" on the end like it's some kind of profound secret that the reader is fortunate to stumble upon. To me, some of the results are just word salad. Like I think I know how this one is going to end, but then:

Ignoring the stray hyphen...my "pure soul"? I guess this is one way of saying "it's what's inside that counts", but seriously, what the fuck. What the hell are you talking about. But I have enough self-doubt in my constitution to wonder if I just don't get something here; I start to have a waking nightmare that this is actually an unattributed verse from Rumi or some shit that I'm just too primitive to recognize or understand. So I go Google this, and of course I find 15 or so versions of this:

And I'm back to trying to envision the culprit sitting at their computer trying to figure out how to sound like the oracle at Delphi real quick before their lunch break is over. What motivates someone to do this? Do they think they're going to get a book deal out of it? A lot of people will just do anything for attention; years ago I saw a post with this dry, formal caption about the domestic abuse incidents that led up to the murder of Nicole Brown Simpson along with regular pictures of her with VERY poorly photoshopped injuries. It was like...dude that is all a matter of public record, with real photos already in circulation, WHY ARE YOU FAKING THIS?? Maybe I'm just too much of an alien to understand why anyone does anything at all. But anyway, if this is too much negativity for you before 8am, try this version on for size, and have a terrific day.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

2023 post

i'm struggling through this with a kind of broken keyboard (sticky M U J keys) so bear with me!

because the last month of this year has been such a fucking nightmare (that i'll be working to remove myself from come tuesday) i realized that the good things that happened this year kind of escaped me.

cause--this year was good, in ways that as always with my life cannot be seen by the outside world. it was a messy year but some things changed that i still haven't fully made sense of.

-this year i met so many cool people on here, or got closer to some other people who i'd known before. if "meeting cool people on tumblr" was a skill you could put on your resume, i would definitely feel qualified to put it on my resume, but this year i feel like i just got acquainted with a really high quality group of people (all who support different teams, too!) and that's been so much fun and rewarding as well. i always feel a bit guarded telling people that i care about them but...i do. a lot!

-this june i went on a #YOLO trip to the netherlands that i could not afford but even now when i see my charming credit card debt i have to say i have No Regerts. i got to meet two of these tumblr friends who i've been close to for long enough that they've transcended "internet friend" for me and feel like Friends I've Known a Long Time. we had such a comfortable and fun time travelling together, to a place i've wanted to visit since i was young, and the benefit of meeting Tumblr Friends in real life is that you can make sure everyone's brain needs are taken care of! together we went to see italy beat NL (feat. virg van d slur in the flesh) in the stadium and then watched croatia lose to spain in the basement of a sports bar in utrecht and they got to see that it's 100% true that i cry during the croatian national anthem before the game 😂 i got to do so many bucket list things--visit the rijksmuseum, go solo to delft and see all the vermeer places and settings of my favorite book, girl with a pearl earring (and accidentally wander into a government building looking for a church, whoops), and see the girl with a pearl earring herself for the second time, but this time at her home in the mauritshuis. also i took a lot of fun trains and like every time i go from american Big Corn Syrup and Weird Additives food to europe, everything i ate was good as fuck. and i slept in a pod for two nights! i have the opposite of claustrophobia (claustro...philia? lol) so that slapped. so great, and getting to meet up with friends who live on the other side of an ocean is so fucking special.

-LAMPARDVERSE! nuff said, but it's been an absolute blast getting to co-create it and research all the lore. this is just the beginning, long may it live!!! also thanks to you all for putting up with me blasting a white english chelsea man on your dashes. it will happen again.

-irl stuff...the most unexpected. this year i was able to comfortably become friendly with people who are quite different from me. i was confident in the parts of my personality that are Different--i had fun owning it, and i saw that people really like that person. the craziest thing was that a huge obstacle in my path was that cptsd causes me to feel physically uncomfortable around people, even people i like, aside from emotional discomfort, but the thing is when your body is getting physical danger signals they're extremely difficult to "ignore" (for a reason!) or put aside to focus on the mental stuff.

this year i just went for it--went through months of extremely draining and uncomfortable "exposure therapy" by way of forcing myself to try to stay present in conversations with people i knew i liked, even if the conversations/their presence freaked me out and drained me. (i'm not some magical uwu inspiration/good luck miracle, for anyone who might be in this situation and feel envious--i've been in intense therapy since 2013, do a lot of my own mental work in between, and take two different medications. it took me 10 years to get there! i say this cause there is no shame in the hard work.) importantly, with the people i felt i trusted enough and whose opinion of me i valued enough for them to know the truth, i just told them what was going on with me. not in any graphic detail or TMI, but i told them one of the things that has a big impact on how i present to the outside world (i suffer from trauma), what this trauma suffering looks like to the outsider (sometimes i stop talking altogether in a conversation, and not just that, but i zone out so hard that it looks like i'm not even paying attention, even though sometimes i still am), and what it means about how i feel about them/how they should take it (it means nothing at all, so please please don't take it personally)

they took this level of openness and honesty very well, and i found that telling them these limitations of mine helped to set me free. not living with the lifetime fear of being "found out," not having to worry while i was having a Trauma Moment that people were thinking badly of me and that it was severely impacting my socialization--all of this suddenly helped me start staying in the present while talking to people and while people were talking to me. and not just stay in the present but--ENJOY it. get something out of it. and, to show my work-friends that even though i have a lot of things not in common with them--that that's cool, and we still have plenty of things we do have in common

the kindness people have shown me this year after Seeing Me and getting to know me was unreal. i don't know how to process it. (this applies to you guys on tumblr too!). so many things have happened this fall and so many things were said to me that i never, ever, EVER thought i would be able to experience. i hope this lasts and i hope i can build on this in the new year.

so yeah...this year was...something alright. i'm always an even age in an even year and the evens are never as good for me as the odds (other than like, age 14. that was a good time.) but let's hope for the best.

now, i hate new year's eve/day, so let's get this shit over with!

[madame-mongoose]

I'm out of posts for the day (used the last of them reblogging your art and will do so again tomorrow) but

🫵

I would be very sad if you deleted everything and left, whenever you're away from tumblr your absence is Very Noticeable on my dash and I happen to like you and your art quite a lot, even if I don't say it much, for which I am Sorry.

It's really up to you, I have no say in the matter, but you are absolutely beloved here on Tumblr by myself and others alike, and I'll be damned if I don't tell you as such before you go (or stay. I Hope.)

Actually, your art was some of the first DCA fanart I ever saw here, and was a big part in inspiring me to make my own art. I remember once you did a picture of OOIE Yelling At Sun and I actually busted a blood vessel in my eye over it, not kidding! And then you started to post Wheatley and Marvin the Martian, characters I rarely ever see here but love to death, and it was nice knowing I'm not the only guy out there that really thinks they're Dope As Hell. Your whole thing about Marvin actually being fairly intelligent but kinda quick-tempered was hilarious, I've been sick in bed all day and it made me laugh even though it's painful and nauseating to even pick my head up from the pillow.

Your presence makes a difference, even though you mostly seem like you're just here to enjoy yourself, and I hope if you leave at the very least you take care and stay safe out there in the world, wherever you are?

And I hope this isn't a creepy or weird message to receive, I don't generally go off-anon, nor talk to artists I look up to so casually, and I hope you ignore it if it does creep you out, but the intention of all this is more to remind you that people are fond of and remember you (or, the you that you share with people here on Tumblr, that is. I have no delusions about how people present themselves on Tumblr being different from how they are in real life, but you mostly seem really damn cool) even if you're like, unaware that you've made any sort of positive impression on folks (you have. Wow this got long, apologies!!)

This made me cry. I've been trying to cry all day. This did it. Thank you. Sincerely. I wish I knew what more to say but. Thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart. You don't know what this means to me rn

[viburnt]

Kirishima E. || Taming

Genre: NSFW

Type: Reading bites

Characters involved: Kirishima Eijiro

Note: This was inspired by a post a saw around on my dash, I believe @dcsiremc was the one who thought of mean brat tamer Kiri. Anyway, buckle up cuz this is a dumpster fire.

Prompt: "Can't handle a little spice?"/Kiri teaches a lesson to Brat! Reader

It wasn't usual for Kiri to be so bent out of shape. Had it been any other day, he'd just go along with your little antics and laugh them off. That occasion was different, whatsoever; agency work had been difficult, his schedule merciless and his lack of sleep too much.

He was, certainly, not having your attitude today.

You could hear his tired grunts as he opened the door of your shared apartment, the sound of his gear and duffle bag rustling indicating he was done with everything.

Kirishima's eyes scanned the room, noticing it was empty and silent without your incessant bickering. He could see some of your stuff misplaced around the floor and couch, clearly you had been there not long ago.

He picked the items up and piled them on the small coffee table, calling your name so that you could come for them. His crimson eyes closed, rubbing his temples.

—Oh, hey! You're home, thought it'd be just me tonight. You didn't answer my texts.— You smirked.

Kirishima looked at you with a stern but flustered frown; the texts in question were a bundle of naked pictures of you laying over one of his favorite shirts.

—Can't you stop being a whore for a day?— He snarkily said, scolding you in a newfound way. The way he said it made your hole flutter. —Get here, right now.

You blinked but shook your head. His commanding felt like electricity, and your stupid horny brain wanted more.

—Psh, are you for real? I was just playing a little.— He heard you nonchalantly say, brushing off his discontent. A brat you were and a brat he was going to get, he guessed.

He stood up from the couch and yanked you by the collar of your shirt, pushing you against a nearby wall.

—You want to act like a bitch today? Fine.— His voice felt different from the loving, tender tone he usually used on you. His knee positioned itself between your legs, pressing your core enough to make you shiver.

It was a thrilling sensation; pulling and pushing to gauge a reaction from him. That was a side of him you were yet to discover.

He grabbed the hem of your flimsy clothing and lifted it with force, leaving you exposed. You gasped for a brief second, feeling his eyes scan the tender skin of your body.

—I'm not even doing anything yet, and you are a mess already.— He mocked, pinching your belly a little; there was a slight pain to it, but the knee between your legs had you distracted from it.

—Come on, Kiri I was just toying around. Besides, it was just a shirt, it can be-

—Shut up.

The words died in your throat, swallowing hard as his hand traveled to your neck. Said hand slowly made its way to your jawline and then, with no warning, tugged your hair.

—Ow, hey, that – you're so mean!

—Say one more word, see what happens.

You stayed still for a second, biting your lip.

—It doesn't suit you to be this big and scary. What are you gonna do, punish me?— You talked back, ignoring your better judgment.

The man holding you didn't allow you a second to drink his reaction, pulling you by the hair until he reached the couch. Compared to him, you were nothing but a rag doll he could drag around; no comparison to Red riot.

He bent you over on his lap, his free hand roughly stripping you from your bottoms. Your complaints fell on deaf ears.

Smack

The first hit landed, burning your skin as you hissed in pain.

—Go on, keep talking. You seem to have a lot to say today, what were you yapping about before?—

—Fuck!— You yelped as you wiggled under his touch. —Can't handle a little spice? So sensitive.— He heard you say.

His gaze was daring you, unamused by your snarky attitude.

Smack

Landed the second one, this time with a little more force. His rough, calloused hand was leaving red marks on your skin. It was appropriate, if you think of it, a redhead spanking his whore until she was as red as his hair. You would've laughed if you were in a better position, but the next slap had your mind busy.

—What? Too shy to speak up now?— He asked, giving you faux hope. —Tch, get on your knees. Quick.

Trembling, you kneeled between his legs, attentive to his next movement. The belt of his hero suit was soon out of the way, his pants now allowing you access to his cock.

—Make it hard, I'm still not done with you.

You pouted, turning your face to the side. Even if your cunt was dripping from all the excitement, you still had energy to misbehave.

Kirishima grunted, using your hair as a handle once more. Taking his cock out, he guided your mouth to it.

—Be of use, suck it.

Shutting your eyes, you hollowed your cheeks to create some suction. It didn't take long for his girth to harden, considering how many times you'd sucked on it. You knew all the spots that made him whimper, but something told you this time was going to be different from before.

His hips didn't give you time to breathe as they rammed deep inside your throat, making you choke. It was fast, rough, and spiteful. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, messing up your eyeliner in the process; he was using your mouth for his satisfaction, not yours.

If you had been good, if you had been “Kirishima's pebble”- as he liked to call you-, perhaps he would've come home and relieved his stress with tender love making. Instead, you were a brat today; bound to happen, this was the aftermath of your lack of discipline. Whores are treated like fuck toys, they don't get to pick and choose.

The way you gagged on his cock as you desperately tried to get it out to get some air had his balls clenching. Deciding to test your limits a little more before letting go, he buried your nose against him, his length fully engulfed by the walls of your throat.

He held you for a few seconds like that, watching you beg with your eyes. Your glassy eyes could see him swiftly reach for his phone, the sound of his camera snapping a picture being present.

—Breath, and get on fours.

You gasped for air and coughed as he released you. It was a carnal scene, Kirishima had to admit; you were partly undressed, your makeup ruined, and if he had to guess, your pussy was aching to be split in half.

—I don't think you'll act up ever again after this.

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[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | writer's behind the scenes!

some stuff about my writing process for the fic! be warned that if you haven't caught up yet, there are spoilers

tagging people who liked and/or replied my interest check post: @agustdiv1ne @mazeinthemoon @txtistheloml @kyaneosprincess @teletubbiesssss @banggyu0308

these are pretty long so i'm putting them behind a read-more hehe

story planning:

while we've gotten plenty of yeonjun in prince outfits over the years, the main inspiration for this fic is yeonjun's opening outfit in act: sweet mirage! i saw that and was like "oh man he would be SO DASHING as a prince 😍" and just went from there

if you've been here from the start, you might know that i didn't originally plan make a series! i just word-vomited the first chapter (well, what became the first chapter) directly into tumblr's post editor because the thought of prince!yeonjun wouldn't leave me alone, especially after seeing a few other prince/commoner and prince/servant fics floating around lol. chapter 1 is also the only chapter made using tumblr's legacy editor rather than their new one (which is also why the cover pics are one big edited photo and not 3 separate photos, i couldn't figure out how to get 3 photos to line up in the legacy editor).

i honestly did not expect people to read chapter 1 but they did!! and they liked the idea!! plus even after writing chapter 1 i STILL couldn't get the idea out of my head so i decided to write it as a full story. i've written plenty of oneshots before under my (non-kpop) ao3 account, but this is my first multichapter series! so i opened google docs and made a quick outline of the story's main events.

the original outline for foec had 6 chapters + 2 endings, but as i wrote the story, i realized that more detail and scenes were needed than what i initially outlined! chapters 3 and 4 (ball preparations + the ball / gazebo dance scene) were supposed to be one chapter. chapters 5 and 6 (y/n hanging out with the chois + getting caught + punishment + intro of arranged marriage) were also supposed to be one chapter. chapters 7-9 (end of friendship, reconciling with soogyu, y/n & beomgyu talk) were also supposed to be one chapter!

i actually started writing the bad ending first before the good ending -- my reasoning was that if i were the reader, i would want to save the good ending for last so that i could end the series on a positive note. i was very surprised when people voted for the good ending first in the poll LMAO also as far as i'm concerned, both endings are canon in a "branching timeline" kind of way. they are both the real ending! i do have a soft spot for the good ending but also i love angst too much to not write a bad ending haha.

honestly most of the story beats from my original outline made it into the final fic! the biggest change has to do with queen hwayoung's and princess ajin's roles in the story (more on that below).

character notes:

when i was first brainstorming i really wanted to include both taehyun and hueningkai in the story as well, but i struggle with writing ensemble casts and choi line + y/n (+ the supporting characters in the castle) were already enough for me to handle. soobin and beomgyu were the easiest for me to incorporate into the story since they have the same last name and i could go "oh in this universe they're part of the same royal house hence the same last name" HAHA. i do imagine that the house of choi princes are also friends with tyunning (kai does get alluded to in chapter 9), but they're off doing their own adventures.

some of little moments in the fic were inspired by actual things txt have done in variety shows! yeonjun, y/n, soobin, and beomgyu playing cards in chapter 5 is based off to do ep. 53 where they also play cards. soogyu playing badminton in chapter 8 is inspired by gbgb era idol human theater where they played a little badminton by the pool. and there are a lot more small character quirks that are inspired by gifs or fancams i've seen of them haha.

queen hwayoung and princess ajin were originally not supposed to be part of the story! my original idea was the have the arranged marriage subplot be heard secondhand by through advisers so that it feels like an invisible force pulling yeonjun away from y/n. but i needed to make the threat of the arranged marriage stronger and ended up writing the scene with queen hwayoung in it for chapter 6.

princess ajin especially was a late addition -- originally she was never supposed to appear at all, never visiting the castle and only speaking through her mom / royal advisors, so there was that threat of yeonjun being married off to someone he's never even met. but after looking through the feedback of chapter 6 i realized that i kinda-sorta accidentally made setup for her oops. people were wondering what she'd be like, and it would feel too anticlimactic to never have her appear in the story, so i wrote her in. which i don't regret because i did enjoy writing her big scene in chapter 10!

speaking of which: a friend of mine asked what happens to princess ajin, and honestly i wanted to give her proper closure too! but i couldn't find a way to fit it into the story in a way that felt natural. if you ask me though, she gains some level of political independence from her mom (represented by her visiting the castle in the good ending). she still marries for political reasons, to a prince or nobleman who is also in it for the politics, and at first they treat their marriage as a business partnership. eventually they grow close and form a devoted "i'd do anything for you" bond -- not necessarily romantic in nature, but caring in its own way. (i'm describing a queerplatonic relationship basically)

tbh i don't have the energy to write another multichapter right now, but i would love to see spinoff fics for soobin and beomgyu or even taehyun and kai as princes in their own kingdoms! so if you're reading this and you want to do it, you have my blessing <3

flower notes:

while some chapter titles were planned around a specific flower representing the events & progression of the story, others were not (because of the chapter splits i talked about earlier) and i just chose whatever flower was in it lol. the planned chapter title flowers are: yellow roses (ch2), pink roses (ch4), sunflowers (ch5), striped carnations (ch7) , purple hyacinths (ch9), red roses (ch10), daffodils (GE), and white lilies (BE). the unplanned title flowers are: irises (ch1), lilies of the valley (ch3), red and purple zinnias (ch6), sweet peas (ch8).

i mostly used this website as a reference for the language of flowers, BUT i also double check with one or two other websites to make sure i'm getting an established flower meaning and not something made up! when i started fic planning i made a list of flowers with meanings that fit the main story beats and character progressions, then picked the ones with the most established meanings (i.e. supported by multiple "language of flowers" websites) and/or the ones that were appropriate for the growing season.

even though i wrote a disclaimer not to pay attention to botanical accuracy re: seasonal flowering times, i originally envisioned the fic to take place over the spring. then when it got longer, i imagined it taking place over spring and summer, so i tried (keyword: tried) to choose seasonally appropriate flowers or flowers that bloom year-round. this is hard for me because i live in a tropical country. i have never seen a lot of these flowers in person because they don't grow in the climate here, and i have no idea what a four-season year feels like. so i decided not to put time-of-year markers in the fic and leave the season ambiguous, and added that disclaimer about the flowers' accuracy.

an example of this: chapter 9 is named after purple hyacinths. i first decided on this back when the story was only supposed to take place during the spring, since hyacinths are a spring flower. i considered naming it after hydrangeas because they mean something like "thank you for understanding" (i.e. y/n going "thank you for understanding what a hard position i'm in" to yeonjun), and also because they're one of my favorite flowers. but i wasn't sure about their seasonal appropriateness since some sources said that they bloom during early summer so i changed it to hyacinths. BUT THEN the fic got long and i started imagining that the later chapters take place in the summer SO the hyacinths ended up being seasonally inappropriate after all! and hydrangeas would have been more appropriate! especially since txt literally has a song called hydrangea love out aarghhh noooo but anyway it is what it is

other flowers that didn't make the cut + their meanings: sweet william (gallantry), alstroemeria (friendship or devotion), freesia (friendship, thoughtfulness), white tulips (forgiveness, consideration, respect), thyme (courage, strength)

other notes:

the key lime pie in chapter 6 is based on a real pie that i ate at my friend's house when i visited her there and i thought it was the most delicious thing i have ever eaten. in the original draft it was a lemon tart!

i wanted to keep this series strictly sfw, but i did consider making both the good and bad endings have suggestive, fade-to-black scenes. for the good ending, the suggestive part would have involved y/n in yeonjun's room the night after their speech / before waking up together. for the bad ending, it would have happened when yeonjun visits y/n's quarters. i didn't write them bc i... am not good with anything suggestive or nsfw klsadjfklasjd

I COMPLETELY FORGOT BUT Y/N'S FATHER WAS ALSO IN THE AUDIENCE FOR THEIR SPEECH IN THE GOOD ENDING... i have no excuse for not writing him in other than I Forgot. i am so sorry but please imagine he was there

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that's all i can think of for now! if you have other questions about foec or my writing process please please feel free to reply to this post or send an ask <3

[yinwaryuri]

Bad buddy and/or Kinnporsche for the show thingy please? ✨

Bad Buddy:

Favorite character: Pran

Funniest character: Pat and Pran, especially together

Best looking character: Pat, Ink

3 favorite ships: PatPran, InkPa, WaiKorn

Least favorite character: Ming

Least favorite ship: WaiPa (does anyone seriously ship that though?)

Reason why I watch it: Frankly, PatPran's choice to live their relationship on their own terms was inspired to me. They're the worst kept secret, but they really said "fuck you, we're doing this secret relationship for funsies now and whatever we're about is our fucking business." I LOVE THAT. I love the portrayal of Pat's bi awakening, it's so real to me. I love InkPa. I love Nong Nao and the fact Pat continues to sleep with him as an adult. I can't get enough of this show and my love for both the characters and the story.

Why I started watching it: I saw gifs of it on my dash and got really intrigued by PatPran. I had recently gotten a cancellation in another fandom and they seemed like a lot of fun and I'm glad I gave them a chance because they opened me to a side of queer media that I will be enjoying for years to come.

Also I made this MV and I'm really proud of it because it's such a mood lifter

Kinnporsche:

Favorite character: Pete, Vegas, Kim, Big

Funniest character: Porsche, Pete, PetePorsche

Best looking character: Vegas, Kim, Tay

3 favorite ships: VegasPete, KimChay, Kinn x Killing Korn

Least favorite character: Korn

Least favorite ship: ??????? Listen there's a lot of really good weird and freaky mixes here and they're all interesting to some level (TimeTay)

Reason why I watch it: this is the biggest mix of camp, sex, heartbreak, and the most bonkers bullshit you'll ever see and that's just the show. Wait until you hear about it's CONCEPTION. And the concerts??? Also, I have crushes on 15 men and one adopted son. I have daily meltdowns over VegasPete still. Bible Wichapas and Jeff Satur have ruined my life (and my camera roll). I've made amazing friends here.

Why I started watching it: I think I saw gifs of episode 2 and Porsche's inflatable tube man mannerisms were pretty fuckin great. But ultimately someone on my dash posted after episode 4 (I WILL FIND YOU WHIEVER YOU WERE SINCE I FORGOT) and I quote: "they had sex!!!!! dicks in butts" and I said yeah okay subscribing to iQiyi now.

Here's the VegasPete video I made that got me shadowbanned the first time I tried posting it!

[fourseasonsfigs]

Longines Han

I missed this fig when it was first sold, but had been keeping my eye out for it for a long time. As far as I can tell, this fig maker only sold this one figure. I'd been waiting for her to sell any remainders (holding out hope that she had some), but when I saw this little guy on Xianyu I had to grab him!

This inspiration for this fig is this picture from Zhehan's appearance on January 4, 2018 for the opening ceremony of the 8th Longines Beijing International Equestrian Masters.

You may recognize this outfit, as it is a much beloved outfit by the fans!

Zhehan looks tall, sleek, and elegant in his riding wear.

I think everyone that follows me knows that I am Team Long Hair for Zhehan, but I admit that he looks amazing no matter how long or short his hair is!

Here's a video of this event. The videographer on this has pretty singular focus, it's true!

The seller I bought this figure from just sold it as is, already stuck to a stand, without the box or any of the cards or anything with it. That's not my favorite, but this fig doesn't come up very often, so I took what I could get. Can't afford to be too picky!

Luckily, he arrived safe and sound. I had the warehouse wrap him in some bubble wrap packaging, and it turned out he was only attached to his standee stand with fig stickers, so it was easy to pull him off. One soapy bath later, all the travel had been washed off of him and he was fresh and clean!

Longines, if you did not know, is a luxury Swiss watch brand. I did not know that (I had mixed it up with Longchamps, the French purse brand). But, this is why he's modeling the watch!

I love his long boots - the fig proportions are so small that even tall boots look tiny (and adorable)!

The fig maker made sure that fig Zhehan filled out his riding breeches just as well as the real Zhehan.

This fig maker is a Junzhe fan, so we have a cute looking Samoyed on the back of Zhehan's jacket!

The short buzz cut is so pebbly looking here! It makes me giggle, it's very cute. It's a smart way to render it - you get all the texture but none of the difficulties (and breakage concerns) of spikes.

As you can see, this fig stands perfectly. The boots may help, but they're not particularly large or anything. It's just a well modeled fig.

Speaking of good modeling, the pose is beautifully done!

The fig maker also did a great job on the shape of the eyes, not to mention the hearts in them. This is really a great fig all the way around.

This is a particularly cute angle of his smiling mouth!

I'm glad to have finally gotten this fig. I wish the fig maker had made more, since she did such a nice job on this one!

One last shot of our short-haired cutie.

And that's all - again, sorry for no box cards or any special bonuses, but happy to have him at all. Actually, I do have a bonus, of a different kind! I'll leave you with this extra picture - of Zhehan for Longines in this gorgeous suit. I love it - he's still looking so tall and slim and elegant, just with a gorgeous velvet blazer and some very cool matching shoes.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 516

Scene Count: 36

Rating: Dashing!

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[septembersghost]

Lol, one time I saw a twitter post that made me think of your blog- here is another (different) video that brought that moment back (youtu.)be/JyW64K6Qcr0 It was because of the Jess & Dean names referenced- you post Dean pics a bit. I realized upon watching part of twitter clip that it was about Rory Gilmore’s Love triangle. (Coincidentally played by the guy who ends up as the brother of Dean Winchester on Supernatural after GG). Also some mention that the mom looks like an older, brunette TS.

bestie. in our many delightful pop culture conversations, i need you to know that, through no fault of your own, this message cut me to the quick (lightheartedly. mostly). i thought about it all day. i ran to @arthurwilde about it. i paced in circles. i lamented. i threw myself prostrate on the ground (figuratively).

you post Dean pics a bit.

i stared at that sentence for hours. i am haunted by it. it's so casual. so irreverent.

*dramatic miette-inspired voice*

a bit. i post. dean pics. a bit? oh i am wounded. i have failed in my duties if this can be addressed in such a calm manner. i have wholly lost my way, my identity. my blog has no path. who even am i? i am utterly destroyed if you think that the "jared played a character named dean on gilmore girls (a show i have watched all the way through multiple times) before he was on supernatural (a show i watched, without fail, through every horror and slight, through many dangers, toils, and snares, from premiere on my birthday september 13, 2005 to finale november 19, 2020) with a brother named dean" isn't like the most basic arcane lore in the arsenal. as if the last three episodes and the mass devastation and fallout that occurred isn't why this entire page exists (i started blogging on here right before the penultimate episode). i post...a whisper of dean? a small dash? a sprinkling? a smidgen of dean? my heart is torn asunder. i'm lost wandering the moors. dean. my dean? core of my blog? light in the dark, raft in the ocean, fire of my soul? dean, whom i love so tremendously, with such an abject and ardent love, that i have been publicly renounced and executed for it in the past. sent anon hate off and on for months. fought bloody battles. i post him. a bit??? dean who is my best friend love of my life visits my dreams real person to me (normal and sane response). lord have mercy. as if the way i loved you, in and of itself, is not me with dean versus me with any other fictional character i love. as if, in fact, a significant portion of her discography isn't simply dean coded to me. yeah. i've been FAR TOO RESTRAINED LATELY, IT WOULD SEEM. SEND HELP.

[therubyreader]

My Review of Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo

See a full list of my book reviews here

*Disclaimer: there will be spoilers later on in the review*

Review Word Count, non-spoiler: 538 Review Word Count Total: 1,391

In the second installment of a "books that tumblr recommended me" I bring you a review of Shadow and Bone. I was going back and forth on reading this book for a bit but I finally caved after the fandom has essentially invaded the "for you" section of my dash because tumblr saw I liked Lockwood and Co. (the show, I haven't read the books) so two plus two equals four and here we are. I did also watch season one of the show after I finished reading the book so I'll be making brief mentions of it in the spoiler part of the review but I'm going to make a full post comparing them (maybe).

This book is about a teenage girl (because they always are) named Alina Starkov who lives in the fantasy country of Ravka (inspired by 19th century Russia) which has been split in half by The Fold, a realm of darkness filled with flying man-eating monsters, called volcra, that divides the country between east and west and is extremely deadly to cross. So, of course, our main character has to cross it, as a mapmaker for the army she and her battalion? comrades? crew? alongside her childhood best friend, Mal, a tracker in the army. Of course things must go wrong and Alina discovers she's a grisha, one of the various people of Ravka who have magic powers, and she is whisked away to the capital to begin her training and adventure ensues.

Despite the fact that the "chosen one teen girl" trope is overdone, which at the time of publishing (*checks notes* 2012) was super common and not at all annoying like it is now, the book was actually very enjoyable. My main complaint being the author not really explaining things, I know the book is told in Alina's point of view and she already knows these things, but we do not and in my attempt to get answers I googled things and accidentally got spoilers for the rest of the series. Nothing major, just enough to annoy me, but we wouldn't be having this problem if concepts were explained a little more thoroughly. Besides that, I think the world building is extremely cool and unique, there really isn't any fantasy media out there inspired by 19th century Russia, especially any I can name off the top of my head, and it's nice to see a fantasy world inspired by countries that aren't England. Also every not-Ravka country is well developed and unique which I enjoyed and it's something that fantasy series tend to lack and to the extent it's done in Shadow and Bone.

If you've been on my page before you know I tend to love books that involve magical powers and monarchies so this was 100% up my alley. I would like to thank the people of tumblr for essentially bullying me into reading the series, peer pressure works kids. If you're tired of the typical fantasy books on the market then this one is definitely for you, it combines all of the elements that make up the YA fantasy genre but with enough unique elements where it doesn't feel cliche or really like anything else on the market.

Spoilers Below!!!

Before I start complaining I do want to say that overall I did enjoy the book. It was definitely up my ally and honestly a very good starting point for the rest of the series. I've noticed in some YA books of this variety that the first book is usually just meant to establish the series and the author puts all of their effort into setting up the rest of the series without putting much thought into telling a story, this book doesn't do that at all. Even in the points where Alina is just trapped in the Little Palace she's doing something to actively advance her story, learning to use her powers, trying to win the favor of the Darkling, coming to terms with her own ideas of belonging, etc. It isn't empty narrative that is meant to hold us over until the last act of the book and then we get the real action for a couple of pages before we're inevitably told to wait until the sequel for more. I love how Alina goes on a journey, not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional and mental sense, we can see her grow and change as a person as the book goes on and it's deeper than just her becoming powerful and confident in her power, the opposite happens. It's something refreshing, Alina sees the full extent of her power in a negative way, she becomes a murderer and is more like the Darkling which scares her, we see a balance of her coming into herself both the good and the bad which makes her a great character in my opinion.

Speaking of the Darkling, when I tell you I was convinced this man was good despite his darkness powers and name, just proof how amazing the writing is. As Alina is manipulated so is the reader and I honestly didn't even realize it, even after Baghra told Alina to get out of the palace I still wasn't convinced he was a bad guy, it wasn't until he literally destroyed a whole town that I was like "hmm maybe he's not the best person". The way he just knew how to get into Alina's head and convince her that he loved her was honestly so evil in a way we don't see villains do in most books especially books of the time. The bad guy is a bad guy very openly but this dude managed to convince quite literally all of us that he was cool and nice quite literally until the end and I applaud the writing.

That being said, this book is a product of its time, unfortunately. I mean this in respect to Mal and Alina's love story because let me tell you, I am not convinced. The show did a good job of making the two pinning idiots who genuinely care about each other while the book shows Mal as some emotionally constipated, over protective guy who doesn't realize that he loves Alina until they're separated. I quite genuinely don't see how Alina can actually love him in the book, he sucks so much, and since I'm reading book two while writing this he has only gotten worse. And the thing is that I know they're end game because, again, product of its time, and also I might've accidentally come across a minor spoiler (see above as to why) and I'm mad about it. Like, Alina, baby girl, you have options, there are men who genuinely care about you (I hope, I'm not done with book two yet but I have hope this dude doesn't suck like Mal). The worst part is that if I had read this book around the time it came out I know I would've been rooting for Mal, because all male love interests were written like he is and also because I was 12 and easily susceptible to book propaganda. I am genuinely happy that the show rewrote him to not be such an ass, at least he doesn't go around sleeping with multiple girls and then has the nerve to tell Alina he had always loved her. In the show he actively pushes away advances and at least looks like he cares because in the book he's barely a friend when we first meet him.

Aside from my deep seeded hatred for Mal, I do recommend the book to anyone who is interested in the genre and wants a bit of that 2010s nostalgia, this is the book for you. Especially if you want to watch the show which is somehow worse at explaining what's happening and also the plot is a little strange (if I find the willpower to write a comparison post I will) and my friend who's watching it without having read the books first is struggling. The only thing the show has going for it that's better than the book is Mal, show Mal beloved. The rest is mediocre in comparison but I digress. I give this book a nice walk down 2010s memory lane but better (mostly (except for Mal)) out of ten.

[pray4jensen]

Yesterday morning I found out that a beloved member of our fandom, @dimples-of-discontent, passed away three months ago on August 13, 2021. Bex fought stage four triple negative breast cancer for almost three years, but on August 10, she was told she only had a month left to live and made the decision to move into hospice care. Sadly, time wasn’t on her side. I don’t think she got to do the things she wanted to do to prepare for her departure and my heart feels heavy at that.

I never told her but I checked in on her from time to time. I’d read her blog, @pitiless-achilles-wept, where she talked about her treatments to see if she was doing okay. We weren’t particularly close, but we bonded over our mutual enthusiasm for Destiel and the fact that one of my English professors turned out to be a good friend of hers who shipped Cockles, just like us! (She sent me screenshots and had me laughing that whole week.)

Bex was so open, genuine, and kind. She gave me her Twitter handle (I couldn’t follow her; I didn’t have Twitter!) even though it was tied to her real life and job. But she trusted me and was so welcoming and invited me into her life without a second thought. When I saw that she hadn’t posted in a while, it was this Twitter handle that came to mind and I went looking, to see how she was doing, and instead of her happy smiley face, I found her obituary. 

She was loved by so many people. I found comments upon comments saying so as much, because of course how could they not! She was cheerful, a ball of light, smart, overflowing with empathy and understanding. Her curiosity and eagerness about everything she did was infectious and her determination to stay positive (but also realistic!) about her cancer diagnosis, was both courageous and inspiring.

It is so hard to believe that she’s really gone. Her posts still circulate on my dash. I still have her messages. Her voice is still out there, her words still being read, and it feels like any day now, she’ll pop back up on Tumblr, analyzing the latest episode of Supernatural, or Jensen and Misha’s suspicious movements at the most recent con. The fact that she won’t breaks my heart.

It’s unfair. Bex was just 37, too young, too wonderful, with too many more amazing things left to do. But I’m glad that in some ways, she’ll still be here with us, and even if there weren’t posts floating out there to remind us of her, I don’t think we could ever forget such a beautiful soul as hers.

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

*Mirabel is "teaching" the younger kids the ABC'S*

Mirabel: ok what does "A" stand for?

Antonio: Arson

Mirabel: ah you're so good, OK! "B" what does "B" stand for?

Vanellope: BARSON

Hiro; HAHAHAHA

Mirabel: what stands for "C"?

Boun: Commit Arson

Camilo: ooooh

Mirabel: "D"?

Dash: ...don't come near me I'm going to commit arson!

everybody: hahahahaha

Mirabel: I raised them real well

Idea inspiration the post I saw was by @ missink_toons the league of villain adopt eri

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hyper pop au here If you guys have prompt suggestions or ideas for the little maniacs my ask box is open

And please remember all of this is a JOKE

[cupcraft]

Okay I guess it's my time to get nostalgic. I gen joined this fandom on a bit of a low lol like pandemic lockdown applying to grad school and taking exams for that, doing classes remotely, being isolated, etc. Like it was rough. And then I saw tommyinnit exile was trending thought it was gen real and not a rp and I've been there ever since. I used to not really have any mutuals or followers in this fandom I'd like read liveblogs as I watched and then I realize "oh I can post liveblogs". And then I was like man I have so many thoughts about something and bam meta. And then I met all of yall in the fandom and my mutuals and stuff and suddenly meta became something to work out and share together and suddenly I lost my writers block and I've been having the time of my life. It's been really great going through all of this together and sharing and creating together.

I'll be here for vol2 so far and I'm probably never leaving the fandom. Truly this has been a great positive experience for me and on the net it probably will continue to be. Thanks for all your kindness and support of my ramblings and silly fics and poems and thanks for being inspiring and fostering this great community. If cwilbur's end or vol2 means your end in this fandom then I'll send you off warmly and if you're still on my dash I'm excited to see new ramblings of new fandoms and beyond as I sit here in this fandom.

[ginger-grimm]

Hello everyone, it's late and I should be sleeping, but this shit is keeping me up. I don't think I need to do much introducing to my woes, we all know who it's about. So buckle up, bitches (affectionate), cause I have got to say my piece otherwise I may explode.

I was encouraged by @come-along-pond to make my own post on this after her post, detailing her anger on being used.

Even though this is going to sound like a bad Criminal Minds episode, I would like to establish a timeline real quick for people who may be confused still:

Saturday noon I received this ask by an anon, informing me that randomestfandoms and ocfanhub are the same person, I replied in a jokey manner because several people have been accused of being the same person in the past and I thought it was just another ridiculous claim - boy, was I wrong

Maybe half an hour later I saw a vague post by @waterloou on my dash, so like any normal person I went to their PMs and asked for the tea, they told me Maddie has been accused of stealing another OC and I have to admit, shamefully, I was still somewhat giving them the benefit of the doubt because I considered them a good friend and I couldn't fathom why they would do this - admittedly, I was scared of letting a friend go

Then my ask post was reblogged by @anna-phora with some scawlding hot commentary, which left me wondering if I should just delete the post and if I have stepped into something that wasn't for me to joke about

I was assured by Lou, Vannah, and then Dina that Anna wasn't talking to me personally and Dina offered to clue me in on what was happening

When she did I was schocked to my core to be honest, how could anyone do this?

The evidence was now stacking up and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I believe my friends and I find it simply reprehensible to steal, manipulate, and straight up lie to others

I blocked all of Maddie/Veronica's accounts because the way they lied to people is just not okay and I do not want to associate with a person like that any longer

And yet, it did hurt me to have to do this. Don’t get me wrong, Maddie is in the wrong, plain and simple. They stole, lied, manipulated, cheated the system.

I didn't want to believe that someone who wrote such kind messages at this to me:

Could be someone who deeply and profoundly hurt others with their actions. I still can't believe it, to be honest and it makes me quite sad to see a genuinely talented creator take such a wrong path.

I wasn’t stolen from, not to my knowledge, but I would like to mention that I also feel betrayed. Again, I have already stated that I don't mind making an extra gif for someone when they ask me, I love to meet others OCs even if I'm not in the fandom. What I can't stand is being lied to just so the person can gain some extra gifts under false pretenses.

I think what spurred this post into action was this particular ask from "Veronica"

Now, I've had crossovers with Maddie from Teen Wolf all the way to Riverdale, so this ask is genuinely making me shiver considering they're the same person.

Like, what was the reason for this? My spring giveaway isn't particularly crossover related, and you even made several crossover requests for the ones we had on your Maddie account. Again, making multiple requests with your accounts, which you have done since my first giveaway in 2019.

I made gifts for your for stolen OCs. Do you even understand how icky that feels after all the support I've shown you the past year? I thought you were a friend and here you were lying to me and abusing my trust in the people of this community to what? Score some extra gifts? Play pretend?

I will admit I'm a fucking idiot for not seeing through this rouse sooner. I quite literally thought to myself how similar these two edits looked and chalked it up to you "two" taking inspiration off "each other"

From "Veronica" to me

From Maddie to me

I'll let you guess who made what - surprise! It's the same person.

I don't even know what kind of conclusion to draw from all of this. I honestly just wanted to post this so that I can move on and go back to creating for OCs who are my own and creating stuff for people who did not lie to me and use me.

I know Maddie won't see this because I blocked them, but I genuinely do hope that they take a break and seek help for whatever mental issues they may be experiencing (I say this in the least catty way, this behavior is actually concerning).

I'm glad people are speaking up and I once again apologize for letting my friendship with this person blind me to the point where I ignored people's complaints at first. I will try my hardest to do better in the future. I love you all and wish everyone a gentle rest of your day/night.