#thank you all for your patience 😭😭💖💖💖

[starflungwaddledee]

"Oh my Nova, you like stargazing, too?! It's so awesome to meet other Waddle Dees who like space!!! It's just so calming to sit out there and look up, right?! It makes you feel really small, but in a good way... oh! Anyways, what I meant to say is that if you ever want someone to show you all the BEST stargazing spots on Popstar, I'd be happy to show you around!!!! I bet you'd love it!!!!

- Starry Dee

(ps sorry for the long ask, i just saw your answer to fitaphim's ask and my brain went oooooooooh space/pos) :D

found: one cosy spot to sleep. a tree hollow even Coo would be proud of! it's pretty late, so let's try to get some shut eye.

<< prev || [masterpost] || next stage >> additional ask from @lunala8368

[silenzahra]

Hehe, glad you liked it 😁👌

I completely understand! I really hope things will ease down soon and you can take things at a slower pace 🥰

Again: makes so much more sense than what I initially thought 😂 And lol, of freaking COURSE 😎 One thing doesn't rule out the other! It was actually a reference to what you said about me reading your mind with my analysis. We're connected AND you're amazing at art 😁💖

Lol that image really made me laugh 😂

Hiya, Paper Mario! 😁❤️

Happy (belated) anniversary to Keeping you warm!

Yesterday was the first anniversary of my amazing friend @silenzahra's Mario & Luigi fanfic Keeping you warm, based on Dream Team. Since this story means a lot to me, I wanted to draw fanart in its honor, even if it's not much.

Happy anniversary, Zahra! Hope you enjoy my little present once you're back from your trip🙂

[lewisvinga]

L.O.V.E | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he

summary; no matter how many times they try to send hints, y/n couldn’t understand alex and lily’s advanced until a certain pair of brits decided to help their friends out

fc; znefer_ on ig

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

note; requested !

masterlist !

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liked by lilymhe, alex_albon, and others !

yourusername: in my pilates princess era 🩰🌷

username: here before alex and lily simp over y/n

username: their comments are the highlight of my day tbh

alex_albon: you’re the prettiest princess💗

yourusername: why thank u albono🫶🫶

username: girl….

lilymhe: wow😍😍😍😍😍

yourusername: lilssss💖💖

username: she probably just thinks lily is just simply complimenting her omg bless her 😭😭😭😭

username: ugh she’s gorgeous no wonder lily and alex r obsessed w her😩

username: pilates girlies>>>>

username: the headband + straight hair combo rlly eats

username: I LOVE U Y/N

carmenmmundt: take me to pilates w you next time!!

yourusername: lmk when you’re freeeee

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yourusername: g’morning 🤎

alex_albon: good morning, how’d u sleep pretty girl🥰

yourusername: amazing! thank u for asking alexxxx💗💗

username: he’s DOWN BAD LMAOO

lilymhe: bed must’ve been pretty cold, bet i know a few people who can warm it up😁

yourusername: surprisingly cats emit a lot of body heat!!😅😅

username: y/n not taking the hint, fork found in kitchen

username: the hair is HAIRING

username: im in tears alex and lily try soooo hard😭😭😭😭

username: isn’t it weird that they both like y/n?

username: who gaf as long as it makes them happy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

username: the hair😍😍

username: she’s so pretty i rlly understand why alex n lily are so obsessed 😩

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yourusername: i finally got the hint ??!!

tagged; alex_albon, lilymhe

lilymhe: hey pretty girl ur alllll ours now😁🤭

yourusername: alllll yours 💗 luv u

lilymhe: LUV U MY PRETTY GIRL😩😩💗💗💗💓🧡❤️💙🤎💕💕💖💖❤️❣️💜🩶

username: i think she broke lily

username: LMAOOO LILY😭😭😭

alex_albon: don’t know how many ‘you’re such a good friend!’ i could handle before going crazy, doesn’t matter now bc now we have you😌❤️❤️

yourusername: i would like to sincerely apologize for bein so slow😞😞 but at least u both have me :p ! 💓💓

username: finally she admits she was being slow i thought us talking abt their crushes in her comments was enough for her to get the hint 😭😭

username: OMG FINALLYYY

username: lily and alex’s patience fr worked

username: ugh they’re all so fine

username: it only took you months babe !!!

georgerussell63: uhm EXCUSE ME???

landonorris: ikr😒😒😒😒

yourusername: thank u guys for making me realize the truth😁

alex_albon: i can’t believe these dumbasses fr did it

lilymhe: THANK U BOTH

landonorris: fuck u alex_albon WE PLAYED CUPID FOR YOU

username: not lando and george helping 😭

username: my 2019 rookies ❤️‍🩹

username: george and lando are so sassy LMAOO

[dickgraysonsbitch]

Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

[ataleofcrowns]

Patreon Announcement/Sort of Update

I've already posted this on my Patreon, but I'm posting it here as well for transparency's sake!

Work on CH12 has been absolutely tormenting me for the past year and I think, aside from personal circumstances, part of the reason is because I'm having Patreon Content Fatigue. You know, in case the increasingly erratic uploads and me running out of ideas for snippets weren't making that obvious 😭

So I've decided September (and potentially also October/November depending on how long it takes for CH12 to get finished) I'm going to focus solely on working on CH12. Instead of new character or romance snippets, I will be releasing previews and sneak peeks for CH12 every couple of days as I work on writing for it. I'll be aiming to post at least 2 previews every week, and they'll be available for all tiers. Hopefully that will also help me get some updates out for you guys on how progress is going!

After CH12 has been finished I may need to reassess how I'm handling the bonus snippet thing. I will still be writing them, of course, but at a certain point it's starting to feel like I'm just forcing it, and I want to avoid falling into that type of burnout as much as possible.

Of course, for those who want to pledge to my Patreon, you will still gain access to all the existing snippets for your tier, that won't change! You just won't see any new ones for a while and in exchange you will get CH12 previews instead. Possibly even for CH13/14 as well, since sometimes I write a scene and decide it doesn't fit in the current chapter, and save it for a future chapter instead.

I'm hoping this will take off some of the pressure that's causing my writer's block.

I apologize for what a long wait it has been, and I thank you so much for all your patience, your support, and your understanding while I try and defeat CH12 💖

[lunaatthezoo]

News & WIP | Sin & Salvation

I feel comfortable now sharing that, besides participating in my first ever Elriel Month, job searching (still trying heh wish me luck 😭) and other major family obligations, a huge reason why I've slowed down so significantly with Sin & Salvation posting is because my husband and I are expecting a baby girl in November. It was a really rough first trimester, both physically and emotionally after experiencing loss, but I am happily now entering trimester 2 and feeling much more positive all around.

I want readers to know they I HAVE NOT and WILL NEVER forget or give up on my mafia babies!! I have another chapter and more steamy art coming soon. And I am literally always thinking of them 😭 I hope you enjoy the one-shots and other Elriel art in the meantime.

As a thank you for your patience and support here is a very long WIP 💖

Az was going to vomit. He forced himself to breathe, dropping Mor’s hands, as [redacted].

“I need to get up,” he choked out to Mor, who was blocking his way to the outer aisle.

“What are you going to do?” she hissed at him, thinking he was about to go on a suicide mission.

Az doubled over, his elbows on his knees. “Puke,” was all he said, and Mor got out of his way faster than lightning. He forced himself to straighten and slid out of the row, bile rising further in his throat. He jogged to the back of the church where he had passed restrooms on his way in, sprinting the last few steps.

He lunged into the single bathroom and fell to his knees, heaving over the toilet. Nothing came up. He had nothing to expel–no water, no food. He sat there and dry-heaved over the toilet again and again, his intestines and stomach contracting painfully, until he finally sank back on his haunches, burying his head between his knees.

A knock sounded at the door. “Az?” He had expected Mor to be there, but it was Nesta’s voice he heard instead.

“Yeah,” he called back, unable to stand.

“Are you alright?”

A dry laugh burst from him. “No,” he answered.

She tested the doorknob and felt that it was unlocked. “I’m coming in,” she called, before pushing the door open and sliding in, surveying him sitting on the floor before the toilet. She grimaced, closing the door behind her.

“You can’t hide in here,” she said simply, crossing her arms.

“Not hiding,” he answered, finally raising his head to look at her.

She raised a brow. “Then what are you doing?”

He ran a hand through his hair, then gestured towards the toilet before him. “What does it look like?”

Nesta sighed and leaned back against the closed door. And then her voice became uncharacteristically gentle. “Look, I know it must not have been easy to watch that.”

He huffed a derisive sound, which she ignored.

“I’m sorry, Az.” He met her eyes, surprised by her show of empathy. “Truly.”

He swallowed and nodded at her. “Thank you,” he answered softly. “I’m sorry, too. You and Feyre shouldn’t have been forced to watch that.”

She waved a hand in the air. “You were right about Elain. She’s stronger than we give her credit for.”

Nausea churned once more at her name and Az groaned, leaning over the toilet again and heaving up nothing. Nesta stepped towards him and awkwardly patted his back a few times until he straightened once more.

“Sorry,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

“It's alright,” she answered quietly.

Az looked up at her from his spot on the floor. “Why did they send you in for me?” He couldn't help the question. Nesta wasn't exactly a caretaker.

She shrugged. “I volunteered. And I'll take any excuse to avoid being around those ginger pricks.”

Az grunted an agreement.

“But we do have to go out there,” she amended, her voice sharpening.

He nodded, sighing. “I know.”

Nesta looked down at her hands before looking back at him. “Listen, Azriel.” She was using his full name. He listened. “I know I'm not a perfect sister–far from it. But I love Elain. It felt like she was all I had, growing up, when Feyre was too young to talk to or understand what was happening. And I–well, I just want to say that…I'm glad she met you. I'm glad she found someone that makes her happy. And…and that I wish it was me [redacted]."

[a-hobit]

Back again! Unwelcome pgs 8-10.

Last three pages—>

DISCLAIMER UNDER CUT:

The whole reason I wanted to do this comic in the first place was to explore how PTSD can effect a person much more outwardly aggressive than I feel like it’s portrayed typically. That muscle memory however removed from your situation it is can force you to do and say things that may have protected you in the past but now may hurt the people around you. Hunter taking an argument from spoken to physical is not the right way to handle this situation. I am not endorsing this behavior or telling you that you are allowed to express yourself in a similar way. If you are struggling with this type of overreactive PTSD I recommend that you might see a therapist to work through those issues the way that Hunter has not yet in this comic.

While many of you have been excited to see the climax where Hunter would “take Boscha down a peg” and it is cathartic in a way to see someone who has hurt someone else be punished I hope you know that violence is not the answer if it in any way can be avoided. Please do not physically harm anyone who has not physically harmed or threatened you.

[oya-oya-okay]

Hello! I just wanted to start off by saying I adore your art and your TWST Ciel au! It makes me smile whenever I see a new post from you! 💕

If you’re still open to TWST Ciel interaction request I was wondering how you imagine a meeting between Ciel, Kalim, and Jamil would be like? I wonder if Kalim and Jamil would remind Ciel of Soma and Agni in a way, especially if Jamil ended up making curry buns at some point and shared one with Ciel? 🤔

Keep up the amazing work!

HI! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!!💗💖💗💖 And for the nice words, it makes me very happy!!😭💕💕💕

Ciel in TWISTED WONDERLAND!!! AU 🦦🐰🐍

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I think Ciel would have tried to tolerate Kalim but at some points he still broke down. Kalim could really remind him of Soma! "He's so loud and annoying, laughing all the time!🙄". BUT IF THEY GOT TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER... That would be lovely!!😭💗💔💗💔

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They could be somewhat similar. They are calm and want to be invisible to others (at least definitely Ciel). It seems to me that Ciel would really like Jamil, he could joke about him sometimes! Jamil sees Ciel as a younger brother, BUT he also takes him seriously. Jamil will keep an eye on him so that he doesn't do anything to Kalim, but Ciel himself doesn't want to be in Kalim's company, so Jamil isn't too worried😊

[synity]

A QUICK UPDATE

Just wanted to give y’all a little update before the doctor comes back and take my phone away lol😭😭😭. I won’t be able to write or work on your requests for now 'cause I’m currently in recovery since last Sunday🥲.

Things have honestly gotten worse… I’m constantly tired, freezing all the time, and my body feels so weak

GUYSSS they put 12 NEEDLES in total in my booba for the biopsy 😭😭 and omg the lump was soooo thick and huge the doctor said it took time to get through the lump. He still doesn’t know if it’s benign or malignant, so I’m tryna stay calm for now 💆🏽‍♀️ ALSO they made me do a brain IRM (MRI) like??? WHATTT?? 😭 I’m praying it’s nothing serious there either (oh Lord please).

I just wanna say I LOVE receiving your requests and I promise I’m not ignoring anyone! But please understand if I don’t reply or write back quickly 💔 I’m not 100% rn, but I’ll get there. Please don’t hate me 😭🙏🏽 So yeah… please if I’m not answering, I swear it’s not personal

Please take care of yourselves toooo, seriously. And thank you for sticking with me through this.

Love you all so much and thank you for your patience 💖💖💖

[tohrus]

hey yall im sorry to ebeg once more on this site but i need $50 to get home! is anyone able to h3lp me out? i'd rly, rly appreciate the help. bless you for reading this, and bless you for your patience + kindness!! im very sorry to ask i know we all have things going on but i need to get home soon 😭 anything helps!!!!! thank you so so much!!!!! 💖💖💖

goal: 50

c: discobops / v: urdream333 / p: br4tzcore

[grandline-fics]

A little good news bad news update:

Good News:

😊My bad slump in April has lifted and I’m feeling super motivated to write more again and not feeling as self-critical or negative about the writing that’s sitting half finished in my word documents.

Bad News:

😭Now my laptop is finally showing signs of being on its way out. The battery plummets, it’s overheating, when I’m typing everything suddenly lags and freezes and when it catches up some parts are missing, misspelled, or even in the wrong place entirely. Some documents even take forever to open which is an added annoyance. This is a big reason why I haven’t been posting as much as I normally would.

I’m trying to make the most of it but I think when payday comes I’m going to have to just bite the bullet and buy a new laptop while there’s still enough life in this one to save and transfer all my work without losing it. Writing is what I love to do and 99% of the time brings me so much happiness that I can’t imagine ever stopping.

I’ll hopefully have something posted tomorrow if it behaves long enough to let me finish something.

As always I want to thank you all for your patience, support and love with my writing. It truly means so much to me 💖

[smudgeandfrank]

Hello, my darlings! 💖 I hope you've had a great weekend! So, I've come to realize that I am in a stage of burnout. (I can still draw, but I'm exhausted, I'm finding it difficult to keep up with social media, and I'm hyper-critical of myself/everything I make 😅) I really need a vacation... and I'm getting to take one. 💖

✨️A BIG ONE!✨️

THAT'S RIGHT! A WHOPPER! 10 DAYS! 🤯💖 I'm going to keep the location a surprise until I arrive, but I can't wait for this adventure with my family! 🥹💖 All this to say, there won't be new comic posts for a bit. Thank you all SO much for your support, understanding, and patience as I take this time to recuperate! 💖 I love you darlings dearly!! 💖😭💖

[mirensiart]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

ILY <3 /p

🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

waaah thank you 🥹💖

this was so hard, trying to come up with things i like about myself 😭 but ok, here i go:

1. my sense of humor!

2. my smile! i like smiling a lot! (also i wore braces for 4 years so damn, after all that suffering i gotta make the most of it)

3. my problem solving skills, a talent developed thanks to my eldest daughter syndrome lmao but i appreciate it a lot

4. my patience, it takes.....a lot to make me like really REALLY mad, like i might get annoyed, but being truly angry is weird for me

5. my art skills? i guess? i used to hate my art but every day i like it a little more, so yay for that!

[avianoutcast]

Haiiii...just a shy admirer of you're art..

Just wanna say that...YOURE ONE OF MY FAVORITE UTMV ARTISTS AAAAKSSKFJGJF😭❤️💖💖

*ahem* and youre art style is like sooo pretty and I just love your au's story concept too! (Yes I am such a nerd for world building😭)

Also it's alright if you take a while for updates like totally you should take your time creating this amazing masterpiece!

And...that's all hehe hope I didn't write too long (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

LOVE YOUR ART AND STAY AWESOME!!

—sincerely, a shy anon🌸

Aawwww omgg thanks so much for this heartwarming letter shy anon! ^ ^💜💜💜✨✨

Shshssh tbh I'm not really that good with words BUT I just want to say that I really appreciate your support! Cuz it really means a lot🥹💜💜💜✨✨✨✨

And yess I'm taking it one step at a time in making this so that I could make sure the quality of the art and story is good enough ^ ^ (and also have to balance story writing and my school projects as well TwT)

Hopefully once school ends, I'd be able to work on it a bit more but thank you and to my Tumblr moots and friends so much for the continued support and patience🩵💜✨✨✨

[niterose]

thank you so much for tagging me in the wip challenge!! 💞 i wish i could participate but unfortunately my wips aren't even wips, they're iip (ideas in progress) 😭😭 i have 7 pages of ideas and havent written a word for any... executive dysfunction is kicking my ass.

but i was reading through your wips and it was so difficult to choose one because they all look so interesting! but i was intrigued by "patience is a virtue" and "dark side of the moon" 🫶

u can choose whichever you want to share a snippet (or maybe both if you'd like!) 💖💖

Aw, that's okay!! Sometimes the ideas need to percolate a bit more before they make it onto the page! I look forward to hearing about them when you get to the point where you're ready to share 😊 And honestly, even some of the ones I shared are hardly more than semi-coherent thoughts😅

reingkings got to Dark Side of the Moon before you, but luckily that just means you get to see the answer for that one as well!

Now, for Patience is a Virtue- eh it's another crack fic idea!

This one really tests both In-ho and Gi-hun's sanity. Basically, it's my version of a Gi-hun knows In-ho's identity before entering the games fic. Except it's just them being really shady and passive aggressive at each other to the bafflement of all the other characters. They can't decide if these two guys hate each or just need to "work out some frustration" if you know what I mean.

This idea really came from my utter annoyance at all of In-ho's little manipulative side comments he makes in season 2, and I wanted to give Gi-hun the opportunity to make him suffer just as much.

Luckily this is one that has some written, so I can do a snippet! This might look a little familiar because I share like two lines of it a while ago but now it's revamped ✨

916 days. Gi-hun has spent 916 days dedicating every waking moment to bringing down the games, and it’s all about to go up in flames because of Hwang. Fucking. In-ho. “Some people chose umbrella?” Player 001 scoffs, his eyes lit with amusement. Gi-hun’s eye twitches. Jun-ho’s brother is single-handedly the most insufferable person that Gi-hun has ever had the misfortune of meeting. “916 days,” he mumbles to himself like a mantra. “Those unlucky bastards must have bitten the dust.” Gi-hun’s hands fist in the polyester of his track pants. He is going to kill Hwang In-ho before they even make it to the second game. No, he can be patient. Even in his own mind, the words are starting to sound a little desperate. Fine. Gi-hun looks up and stares him dead in the eye. “I picked umbrella.” In-ho’s eyes widen at Gi-hun’s admission, but the man recovers quickly. His gaze fills with concern, which Gi-hun admits would look sincere if he didn’t know any better. “Oh, you must have been so terrified.” The fake sympathy is grating, but then his expression turns thoughtful. And Gi-hun knows without a doubt that he’s not going to like the next words out of his mouth. “There’s no guarantee the shapes will be the same, but if the game is dalgona, then you must have some special techniques you can share.” He pauses and his lips quirk up ever so slightly. “Especially if you survived something as difficult as umbrella.” “Oh that’s true, how did you manage that?” Gi-hun jumps at Jung-bae’s voice. He’s a little embarrassed to admit that he’d completely forgotten there were other people present. “Uh,” he mumbles out the answer, heat rising to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, 456. I didn’t quite catch that.” Gi-hun sends the man a withering glare. “I licked it.” The Frontman has no excuse to look so delighted by Gi-hun’s answer. “Yah, that’s embarrassing.” He chuckles, the laughter is echoed in the players standing around him, but Gi-hun only smiles. “Not as embarrassing as being one of the sickos who got off on watching me.”

*916 is an relatively arbitrary number because the SQ timeline is confusing don't look at it too closely 👀

[cressidagrey]

I literally made a tumblr just to write. English is not my first language and I don't even speak it. I read your ffs using google translate 🤣. I'm new to this family you created and I know you don't answer questions about when a new chapter will appear. Do you have a plan for how many more chapters of White Horse there will be? I read it non-stop waiting for the next ones. Sending a lot of creative inspiration and patience to the Leclerc family 😂

First of all, thank you so much for creating a Tumblr just to follow my work—that’s honestly so sweet, and I’m so grateful! 😭💖 I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story even with the language barrier. You’re amazing for putting in that effort to read and connect with the work!

As for White Horse, I am really hoping I can manage to do 33 chapters in total. I probably can't without making a chapter like a 15k monstrosity, but I really, really, want it to work 😂

Thank you for sending your creative energy and patience to the Leclercs—they definitely need it. 😂 Their journey is still far from over!

Thanks again for your lovely message, and I’m so glad you’re part of the White Horse family now! 💖