#should I actually create the fanfic?!

[waveoftheocean]

yet another vw wip for this week's wip wednesday bc i have zero (0) self control and so. so. so many thoughts abt them

[erinwantstowrite]

Are you okay with people making edits with your art?

yeah sure! as long as it's credited properly I don't mind edits. but if someone reposts my art, especially without permission, that's what i'm not okay with. i stopped making art for fairy tail because people kept stealing it 💔 but edits are fun and they go back to the og source!! i'm completely ok with y'all devestating me or making me giggle

[swordsmans]

prompted by a baffling conversation with one of my friends + overall trends with events like big bangs. apparently i am deeply underestimating the amount of, like, actual consumption crossover between fanartists and fanwriters. i've been operating under the assumption that the majority of fanartists don't read fanfic and that fanfic is a relatively niche thing mostly shared between fanwriters with a few outlier exceptions. like, that the "communities" or w/e are relatively separate??

this is possibly because i've been out of "fandom" for a few years (or bc im not on twitter/insta where the artists hang out), but i feel like most of my friends are other fanwriters and most of the people who actively engage with fanfic on tumblr/ao3 are also fanwriters (and vice-versa with fanartists gravitating to each other). however. my friend disagrees? neither of us are actually artists tho so i'm putting the question out to the crowd. (more thoughts) ->

side note: i didn't include an option for being BOTH a fanartist/fanwriter because 1) you're like rare and exotic birds to me 2) i'm trying to figure out who falls into which category based on what community you "identify" with the most. if you write the occasional fanfic but you mostly think about/create fanart, you're a fanartist; if you mostly write fanfic but every now and then will think about/make some art, you're a fanwriter. the group you're more likely to engage with. that kinda thing.

side note 2: you will see i have included an option for fanwriters who don't/rarely read fanfic. i know you exist because that is my category. i read fanfic but do so rarely these days. i'm selective because i dont have a lot of time on my hands. this is possibly another reason why i feel like engagement between fanwriters is so high, because if i'm going to engage with a fanfic i'm gonna put my whole ass into it since that's the kind of engagement that makes me happiest from a writer's perspective.

for reference, when i say "engagement" i'm talking about leaving kudos, comments on ao3, asks/comments on tumblr, tags on reblogs... that kinda thing.

with all of this in mind, this could literally just be because fanfic writers are more willing to engage with other writers bc of their own shared hobby and/or because fanfic writers know what kind of engagement theyd prefer on their own fics and act accordingly--and non-writer/artists are just more willing to engage in general because that's the primary way you participate in fan communities. on the flip side, fanartists might just straight up be a really quiet bunch... possibly because your thing (affectionate) is "visual" more than "verbal" (if that makes sense).

basically... this is exactly what i'd like to know LOL.

[incomingalbatross]

WIP asks: Inklings challenge concepts?

Thank you!!

This is still shamefully underdeveloped, but I have a Concept that I think can serve as the bones of a plot, and some of @fictionadventurer's recent Inklings Challenge posts have inspired me to start just having fun with the fleshing-it-out part. Trying to entertain myself, and hopefully make something cohesive along the way.

For now, the current opening paragraph:

The thing of it was, when a person washes up on your beach, it’s presumably your responsibility to take some kind of care of him. This goes double for unfortunate teenagers who have already taken on other extraordinary abilities, like “battling the forces of chaos and darkness”; as has been said more eloquently elsewhere, somehow the consequence of stepping up for hard jobs is that you become more and more The Person Who Does The Hard Jobs.

[nonbinaryeye]

I'd LOVE to hear about ghost of a feeling!!

Thank you for the ask!

I enjoy the most exploring durgetash dynamic before the game events but of course my mind wanders also if their relationship ship could be mended after Durge list their me more and so thus idea came to my mind.

"ghost of a feeling" is working title for resisting Durge x Gortash in which I try to explore what it might feel like trying to resist natural Bhaalspawn urges to Durge especially when even their best efforts are always acknowledged enough by his newest allies.

And then Gortash appears just to tell him that his companions are wrong and Durge doesn't need to change anything about themselves. Which of course Durge can recognise as manipulation but they also need to deal with the overall strange feelings they have from thus chosen of Bane who's trying to create a new alliance between them.

...

Little excerpt to share:

The Dark Urge is not stupid he knew the man is trying his best at manipulating him. Nevertheless the knowledge of the reason behind his words does not make them any less true. He is getting tired of the fight. The fight against the dark urges whispering to him and commanding him to kill and slaughter and maim and hurt. And every denial makes them scream even louder the next time. And he is terrified that it will never get easier. So far it seemed to be only getting harder.

And yet he is expected to hold his ground without a stumble and even a little remark or indulgence is scorn upon. His complaints are at best met with pat on his back and reassurance that he is doing the right thing and so it is worthy and he should be proud at himself and so on. In truth he felt nothing of a sort. It offered him no reassurance, the fact that what he is doing is said to be the right thing.

That is the problem others dismiss and refuse to see. Of course he knows what is the ‘right thing’ to do is. But doing it does not feel any better, any more right, than not. On conscious level when he applies logic and reason he of course knew why he is expected to fight this compulsion why he should not take a life of innocent why he needs to have control over even taking life of his enemies… However when he tries to turn to his consciousness, it remains silent; when he seeks directions from his moral compass, he only discovers he appears to have none.

And after all that, this man, Enver Gortash, just says that he should not torture himself. He sees him and for what he is and he does not think he needs to change a thing about himself.

[pirunika]

sgdgxgfhgg saying im passionate about aviation but youre not a pilot or anything is just im passionate about showing people where the airport wc is or calming down angry drunk people truly 😐 but its like. how can u say this is more tolerable that's all and I need money to fund my actual passion (which I don't know what yet But you know....)

[whoslaurapalmer]

you ever think about like...........okay so in my original writing i am very interested in a very, particular, i guess maybe existential sort of subject. not in all of my ofic but certainly, pieces of it. it sounds stupid to say it like that bc i don't (and likely will never) talk about my ofic so being vague about the subject is so unnecessary but that sentence is still so pivotal to my thought process here so. and you ever think about how there are so many different ways you could tell a story nowadays!!!!! it could be fiction. it could be a theme in a book, it could be a short story, it could be flash fiction (and if i REALLY wanted a challenge it could be one sentence flash fiction), it could be memoir, it could be poetry, it could be a series of poems, it could be a song! it could be a video game! it could be an interactive website! it could be all kinds of things!!!! and for some reason this does not stress me out at all!!!!! i get so excited thinking about all the different ways i could express this idea!!!!! bc as scared as i am of repeating myself, especially in fanfic, in original fic i always feel like. no of course there's no limit to the amount of times i could talk about This. there are so many things i can say about This and i want to say all of them. and there are so many ways i could do it and some of them i've thought about and some of them i've tried a little!!! and oh that's just so exciting to me. that endless possibility of creation.

[notthestarwar]

Have another snippet of my writing that I like. This one prob requires a bit of set up so,

This is a modern au. Jaster raises 10 of Jango's kids in his absence, before Cody runs away at 16. Years later, Jango is murdered and it turns out that he's been living in the same city as Cody all along, and so have Wolffe and Fox, each living completely different lives.

Excerpt from: the Last Days of Jango Fett

Cody’s gaze sweeps over the exterior of the gym and he wonders if he's making a mistake. He spent a lot of his time, growing up, in gyms like this. The faded lettering of the sign declares the gym’s official name to be ‘Koon’s training gym’ but scrawled over that, in grey lettering, is its true name ‘Plo’s bro’s’ he bites his cheek, wondering at the identity of Plo. If he’ll find him inside, or if the sign serves as only a fond memorial. He crosses the threshold and he may as well have stepped back in time.

He can hear a familiar voice, barking orders, corrections. But his gaze skips straight over the set of strong shoulders, the back of a head so much like his own, and instead he only has eyes for the ring, because inside, there is a boy who for all appearances could be Cody’s own; who could even be Cody himself, had you a loose grip on temporal structure.

Boba is good, better than a boy of his age should be, clearly Jango’s been training him. He still wouldn’t have stood a minute in the ring with Cody at the same age, not that that’s any fair comparison; Cody could have beaten them all. They said he was born with a golden ticket in his mouth. A right hook to end all right hooks and with it, a way out. For them all.

Cody had spent all his teen years training in a gym like this, just down the road from Jaster’s, born ability or not, he wasn’t given an easy ride. Jaster’s old buddies rallied together for one last go and they gave it their all. Within the walls of that gym, they lived again, they gave it all they had to train Cody like it were 30 years previous and they still had a chance in hell of winning. For a moment, it seemed like they would.

Cody in the ring had been a sight to behold. He and he only, could retrieve their last chance, lost to anyone else because no-one knew where it fell. But Cody and Cody only, he would rise to the top and he would reach and he would hold it in his hands. Glory. Lost and abandoned, left to gather dust from the day it had fallen from Jango’s hands. Theirs, once again. Cody could have saved them all.

But. Cody couldn’t be that for them. He had the talent, sure. He had the drive to make it to the top, for certain. More than all of that, he had that magic, that thing you can’t quite put a word to, that made him a sight to behold in the ring. Like pure gold. But there was one thing Cody didn’t have, the wherewithal to be his Fathers keeper. Cody did not have it in him, to live his life for a man that did not want him. Glory in the ring; that was Jango’s dream, not his.

Born on a cool November, against the odds, Cody entered the world a healthy 9'5 with a healthy set of lungs to match. Jango did not know of this, Jango was not there.

Cody, healthy and round, had been placed in to the arms of a woman who had looked down upon her son and immediately known that she could never, quite, be what he needed and so she hadn’t tried to be.

Once when he was young, Cody had overheard Jaster speak of her. Only the once and not of the woman herself but of her, as Jaster put it, ‘sentimental bullshit’. Jaster was a strong believer in facing up to your problems and the woman who had given birth to Cody, did quite the opposite.

That woman had looked in to her babies eyes, and had delivered that baby, quite promptly, to Jaster’s doorstep. An undetermined amount of time later, Jaster had answered the door to find two bottles of milk and Cody, laying on the doormat.

Cody had been left quite alone, with nothing but a blanket, and a note; explaining that his mother, having looked in to her son’s eyes’, had immediately known that she could never contain quite the amount of love that her son would need and was therefore, leaving him to his Father, a man she was sure was more than capable. Jaster, who at this point was already responsible for two of Jango’s progeny, suspected otherwise; as he had told the milkman that day after he had kindly knocked and asked if Jaster was quite aware there was a baby sleeping on his doorstep.

That day, standing there speaking to Jaster as a baby laid between them, the milkman, in a moment of startling honesty, had looked down to the babe and told Jaster that upon the birth of his first son, he had worried that he wouldn’t be suited to fatherhood, but had since realised that all the little ones really needed; was loving. Jaster, not having slept through the night in about 2 years by that point, had bluntly retorted that love would not feed yet another mouth and so, he would be needing another bottle of milk, before sweeping down to gather the child to his chest, the note laying unneeded on the doorstep.

Cody had heard Jaster reason, through that crack in the kitchen door, that the last thing any child needed was a bit of paper telling them their parent didn’t have it in them to love them enough. Jaster had known, from that first glance at Cody, as all parents do, that upon finding that Cody needed more love, he might only ever meet such a thing with carving out just a bit more space in his heart or wherever else love is kept, to hold it.

To Jaster, parenthood was not about biology, it was simply about being needed and being the kind of person, that would change themselves however necessary, to meet that need.

That day in the kitchen, Jaster’s friend had shortly weighed him up to be a ‘soft fool’ who ‘only had it coming’ ‘what with all these doorstep babies’, but Jaster hadn’t seemed to mind. In the following years, Cody had rarely heard him talk like that again, but the sentiment lived on with him all the same, carried with him until he was old enough to understand what such a thing really meant.

Not that Jango ever stopped by to see it for himself, but everyone who met Cody declared him to be the spit of him. Cody was Jango’s second coming for sure, it didn’t matter that Jango was still walking the earth. Everyone who saw Cody in the ring was sure that he’d been delivered upon them to finish what Jango could not.

Cody often worried, that he wouldn’t quite weigh up in the eyes of Jaster, who had afterall, known Jango the best. Cody rather worried, that he instead, might take after his maternal side. The type to run from problems rather than face them. Because of this fear, Cody spent his whole life rising to each and every problem until one day, he did quite the opposite.

In the early hours of the day Cody’s big match was to be held; the one that was sure to shoot him right to the top, so high that his eyebrows would brush the stars and the rest of them, they’d all be able to fall on clouds; the big match that wasn’t just Cody’s ticket to a kinder life but everyone’s, his showstopper, Cody had found himself with a bag over his shoulder walking the track out of town.

When he reached the end of that track, where the old road met the big one, he’d found Jaster sat waiting for him.

Jaster had offered Cody a small smile and, told him he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t come. Then, he had met his eyes and wished him luck. Jaster had said that he was proud of Cody, for having reached the same conclusion that Jaster himself had; Jaster knew that Cody was not put on this earth to right Jango’s wrongs, Cody was here, only to be Cody , and besides, he never had to worry about turning out to be the kind of person that Jaster might not like, because the thing about raising someone, is you keep loving them no matter who they might turn out to be.

Later that day, as one by one the fields passed him by, Cody had looked out the window of the coach and known with a surety that sometimes, the only way you can face your problems, is by leaving.

That day, Cody left the memory of Jango Fett behind, in search of a life where there was a bit of room to be Cody Mereel, and he had never once looked back.

Cody had left the memory of Jango behind, in the pursuit of himself, but now, here was Boba.

Boba had not left Jango behind as he hadn’t been given time to, Jango was only a ghost in Cody’s childhood but he was something more real to Boba. That is at least, until one day, when he was just gone.

For the first time, Cody looks behind himself and there, following, as he always has been, is the boy he left behind. Cody had to leave that boy in order to become the man he is today. he doesn’t regret it, he likes who he is, who he allowed himself to become, by leaving. But now he can see that in order to help Boba, he needs to be both the man who’s risen above the ghost of his father and also, the boy who could never quite live up to the memories his father left behind.

For the first time in his adult life, Cody remembers what it was to be the son of Jango Fett and then, against better reason, he holds on tight to that memory. When he looks back over his shoulder once again, there isn’t anyone there. That boy is looking forward as Cody looks forward and when he takes his next step, they take it as one. Cody is whole and he is his self, he is as he always has been, wholly and completely.

In the gym that is in every way, both the same and nothing like those of his childhood, Cody takes another step and then another, until his toes are almost touching the side of the ring.

Boba sees him first, just a glance and then, Cody sees the moment that his face registers. Boba just stops in space, he blinks wide eyes at the sight of him before tilting his head, letting those same eyes trace over Cody.

Now that he’s seen Jango Fett, Cody knows precisely why he might garner such a reaction, Cody didn’t have a dad so he has no idea what it is like to lose one. He can’t quite imagine what this must be like for Boba, it’s just you and your dad and then, he is murdered. Your dad dies and you are 10, and then, almost identical men start spilling out of the cracks of the city.

Boba has been distracted for long enough now that Wolffe has given up on trying to call his attention back, he turns to see what has the boy’s attention caught and soon comes up short himself.

Cody looks up at his big brother for the first time in 20 years and swallows.

“Hi Wolffe.” He says quietly.

Wolffe is frozen, even more so than Boba, not even his eyes move and now Cody looks at him, he isn’t sure if they can. One side of his brothers face is heavily scarred, like something long ago scraped across the surface, even from here Cody can see that the eye on that side is clouded.

His brother takes in a loud breath, “Cody?”

And then before Cody can even think to answer, Wolffe is moving, rolling out of the ring until he can engulf Cody in his arms.

Cody is the same size as Wolffe now but somehow it doesn’t feel like it, he feels dwarfed, finally back in his brothers arms and why did Cody ever think he could live without this? Wolffe’s arm is cradling his head and the other is bracing Cody’s back and he can feel his head tucked against Cody’s own and Cody has been alone for 20 years and he didn’t have to be, he knows this now, as well as he knows anything.

Cody doesn’t know what he expected. He doesn’t know what he expected from any of this. The past week has been a storm. An uncontrollable thing that you can only watch happen.

Had he thought maybe that upon seeing him, Wolffe might hit him?

Maybe that he would berate him for leaving?

Cody didn’t know who the adult his brother had grown in to really was. Maybe he had expected him to be cold, distant in the face of the brother that left them all? Cody had showed them all that it was possible to leave, that such a thing wasn’t only the purview of Jango and from what Rex had said that had left their family fractured. It had never been the same again after Cody left and showed everyone that they could leave. One by one, they had each followed him in to the unknown, lost to each other thanks to him.

Had he thought any of that, he would have been wrong. The man holding him isn’t any of that, he is just Wolffe, he is just Cody’s brother.

They are together, once again.

[drmrsthemonarch]

[starlit-mansion]

corollary to the post i reblogged about actual porn having a million more examples of body diversity than hollywood, this is why i don't read smutty fanfic anymore. outside of queerness, it just replicates the diversity problems of mainstream media 98.5% of the time. don't get me wrong... i understand the subculture and all the stuff that goes into the hobby, and i know that there are people out there who put effort into it, but it's not really worth it to me

[amiharana]

sad boy hours. revalink but it's the bts smeraldo story.........

[byakuyasdarling]

I think a good thing about being away from social media though is just caring so much less about all the internet argument stuff. It’s so much less stressful just focusing on me and my health and the people close to me.

Especially with AI stuff. Of course I don’t agree with it scraping from artists but I love when artists reclaim it as a tool and I think it should be used as such. You can’t stop a program from existing, it’s useless. But you can make guidelines to ensure it’s uses are ethical and practical — basically to make jobs easier and not over-work artists, not to replace them.

I think there’s so much to still work-out in that regard, obviously.

Another thing that used to stress me out was those “press 3 buttons to save my pet” videos. I always try to do the copy link think and get interactions up but it started triggering me my anxiety which wasn’t good. Have you guys experienced that, and how did you deal with it? /gen

[heavenly-kazee]

Just seeing AI-generated fanfic stories like this is one of my worst nightmares when it comes to writing poetically. Not only writing but even art forms of drawing. This madness wouldn't be stopped at any moment unless we have to do something about it. Writing a fic was never once easy, it all started by developing skills. I never tried making one when I was a kid, I just wrote my diary for the first time and every time I re-read it, there are many emotions, not just happiness and anger.

I decided to enhance my writing skills by creating my first fanfic on Wattpad. People responded positively to it, so I continued to create more. Writing fanfics had been a hobby of mine for a while, and I enjoyed it whether it was through fanfics or roleplaying in books. As time went on, my writing skills improved, and by the time I reached high school, one of my fanfictions on Wattpad became the top number one for the ship name "Abeshiya." That was a long time ago ofc, I posted the unexpected event on WhatsApp, and I never felt this much joy and love for my own fanfic.

Unfortunately for my time in Wattpad, it didn't last forever since I had a major exam for my final year of high school. Once I finish completing Abeshiya one-shots, I say goodbye to my dedicated fic and move on with new project fics. I had been there for 7 years; I used to be motivated, but now... Everything changed. I found out about AO3 when I turned 15 years old; I was new to the archive, so I surfed there as an anonymous user. But I wasn't into it, thanks to the complicated system of the site, so I went back to Wattpad for comfort.

Everyone in Wattpad was kind ofc, the majority of them were the same age as me and probably older. I never had any enemies there in the first place. We even talked a lot in the comments section, it was still fun before Wattpad became the horrible app just because there were kids everywhere (I preferred it when everything was not restrictive). Sadly, Wattpad already enforced their strict new family-friendly rules so I immediately left since abeshiya fic is not completely family-friendly at all (knowing my coping mechanism is also dark, so I blame my parents for being neglectful to me)

Right when the Wattpad changed entirely, I then moved to AO3 again, wanting to write more fanfics and probably put my old works in there. Remember when I said the system was complicated? I didn't become an idiot so I adjusted myself to being there temporarily, reading old fics and creating my acc just to make a collection of bookmarks. After two years of surfing and learning how the complicated AO3 system works, I got used to it and I finally wrote my first fic there, too impatient fic. It has yandere and questionable tags, I make sure I read the archive warning carefully so I selected it as an explicit (and maybe dead dove as well, although it wasn't extreme however I stated that the mc was sexually assaulted to the point of passing out from the abuse and the desire to not let anyone get hurt because his mom died in a accident)

That was just the beginning, I never expected my abeshiya fic to also have dd:dne element, with just a simple "buried alive" fic. I wasn't aware of it, my fic inspiration was from Dolls Fall manga which is the same mangaka of Corpse Party so technically dd:dne was new to me lmao- Back then, I felt bad for my wattpad fans who read my abeshiya fic religiously. So I went back to my "buried alive" abeshiya fic but turns out it wasn't descriptive or detailed-ish, I was worried for nothing. At that time, I wasn't a Wattpad writer anymore, I was already a dark web writer who unpredictably wrote dark fics without comfort which to my surprise I was not aware of it as well

This was my history of learning how to be a writer better, I just wanted to tell my story since writing is one of the most rewarding despite the hardships from the start. Seeing that there are people taking advantage of writing fanfics by using AI is just horrendous. That's not even known as skill-developing, that is called a copycat, with no talent or skills whatsoever. Gaining skills is indeed difficult; there is no such as perfection, whether you like it or not.

Besides, my English wasn't better either, my language ability was limited when I was a kid, and I was scared to lose my native tongue language just to speak it excellently. It's not really fear-based but quite about being forced to talk in the native language due to the majority of my generation being ignorant and throwing aside the real identity of their home country background. That is if you travel to East Malaysia, only the younger generation can speak English very well than me 💀

The extinct language I'm talking about is kadazandusun, an Indigenous tribe language only in East Malaysia. Some of the language systems are a bit similar to Tagalog though and I'm bilingual because I speak both kadazandusun and malay (not exactly kadazan, since I never pronounce V's when I talk to my family at all so it's mostly dusun when I'm communicating lol)

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[roscoehamiltons]

i was thinking about this the other day actually but despite being a george hater, i actually don't mind reading fanfic involving him? idk i think how he's depicted in fanfic makes him way more interesting than he is irl

[elllisaaa]

YOU SHOULD DO FILMING A SEX TAPE WITH ENHYPEN

yes yes yes !! the only downside of me thinking about this too much is that now i have the increasing need to write a full fanfic about filming a sextape with heeseung

HEESEUNG gets hard the second you mention the possibility of filming a sextape. he strikes me as someone who would fucking love to receive and send nudes, so having videos of the two of you would feel even better. it’s perfect for when he’s away on tour too, because he’s a visualizer and he cannot cum if he doesn’t hear your pretty moans. he’s basically down for doing everything on camera, and he will even end up creating a special folder just for these videos. he has some close up of your pussy covered in his cum, of you drooling around his cock, of your cunt swallowing his big cock. i think he’d also tease a whole lot more, being cocky about the whole situation even if he’s the one losing his mind every time he watches the footage again. anyway, he’s on the nasty side.

“- open your mouth for me pretty, show me how much of a slut you are for me… yeah, just like that.” 

JAY would literally do anything for you, so of course he is going to say yes. i don’t think he would particularly into it himself, but how much it is turning you on is what makes him hard. he’s the definition of a service dom, so it isn’t surprising. he’ll talk about it with for hours before actually doing it so that he can be sure he will fulfill your desires perfectly. and there will also definitely be a much more romantic dimension - footage of your face when he’s making you cum, of him while he’s worshiping your body and you’re the one holding the camera, or of your whole body on full display while he’s fingering you. your fantasy will slowly grow on him though. 

“- you look so beautiful, princess. i love you so much.”

JAKE is a whore, of course he’s saying yes. actually, he will surely be the one to ask you about filming a sextape, something he had always wanted to try. he’s horny all the time, and even more when he’s stressed out and far away from you - some videos of the two of you are not a want, they’re a need. though the content is a little different from the one his two hyungs like, in the sense that jake loves when you’re on top, and that’s what he wanna see when he needs to jerk off. videos of you riding him, of him whining pathetically when you’re edging him, of your hand on his cock while you’re telling him that he’s your toy. he wouldn’t be against having some footage of him destroying your pussy too, but you domming him is always what gets him going the most.

“- fuck, you’re so tight… please, let me cum inside and film it dripping from your pussy… please.”

SUNGHOON is so cocky about it, it’s actually infuriating how confident he is. the whole time you’re discussing it with him, he has that smirk on his face, and maybe he’s even sitting on the couch and manspreading and and and ! anyway, he’s down for it as long as you beg - it’s not that he’s against the idea, it’s just that he loves to see you get down on your knees for him. the majority of the videos consist of showing how much of a slut you are : ones of you being ruined from behind, of you grinding against his thigh with tears in your eyes, and of your eyes rolling to the back of your head just because of his fingers. he’s sending you those footage at the worst moments because he loves it when you’re all needy for him, he just wants to see you go crazy on him.

“- that’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock like the dumb girl you are.”

JUNGWON is not very big on nudes, he prefers the real thing or to call you if he’s really in need of a quick release, so you’ll have to be the one to bring up the thought. but once you do, he’s actually down to try it with you. i can’t see him loving it as much as the others, but once in a while, it’s something he enjoys. with him, it’s mostly short videos focused on your boobs bouncing with each one of his thrusts, or of his cock buried deep in your cunt when he’s barely moving. what turns him on the most about it are the sounds the both of you are making. 

“- you feel so good, baby, don’t stop… say my name again.”

SUNOO is so shy at first, he’s really hesitant because he doesn’t want to disappoint you if the videos turn out to be bad. but he’s trusting you with his life, and he knows you will stop as soon as he asks you to do so. as much as he is a pillow prince, he will make the videos all about you and your pleasure. his favorite footage is the one in which he’s eating you out like a starved man and you’re moaning his name like a prayer. there will also be some shots of you caressing him while filming everything through the reflection of the mirror, or of his hands running your body up and down. he mostly does it for you because he knows how much you miss him when he’s away, but he gets to cum every time so he loves it too. 

“- i want you to remember how good it feels everytime you rewatch this.”

[artmill-danaan]

Not just writing... Every artist communities should stand in solidarity with rach other against AI. Writers with digital artists, D artists with painters, painters with musiciens, and on and on...

That includes supporting the wga strike right now

every writing community should be standing in solidarity — if not actively protesting — with the wga right now.

and it’s honestly sickening to see people saying a.i. and other formats could create good work to replace what these beautiful humans create.