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bluehwale · 1 year
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mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend
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pairing. ateez x reader
genre. mdni, crack! (except for yunho bc it's a forbidden love! trope and i take that seriously) fluff? a dash of angst if you squint. smut (for san bc he's an incubus! rawr)
warnings. MYTHICAL BEINGS INFO INACCURACIES (i'm sorry), grammatical errors SMUT! unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, the term 'good girl' lmao, yea i think that's it (it's my first time writing smut don't hv high hopes)
word count. almost 4k whoops i got carried away
note. idk what possessed me when i wrote yunho's part so apologies if it's too long and very much plot-y<3 ++ my brain's still muddled from a week of midterms and im still new to writing so pls lower ur expectations before pressing the keep reading button thanks xx (my asks are always open! ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated)
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hongjoong — demon
honestly the coolest demon ever
he'd be so nonchalant about his demon activities that it would unsettle you sometimes
"hey babe, just got home?"
"yeah, had an emergency meeting with the devil about potentially crashing heaven's weekly parties, no biggie. how was your day? :-D"
likes to grumble about how hell is so overpopulated that it feels hotter than it actually is
he's just a demon with a tough exterior but that all comes crashing down when he comes back home to your arms
would do ANYTHING to make you happy
one time you were both cuddling on the sofa just absentmindedly enjoying hongjoong's playlist played throughout the house when you suddenly asked,
"joong, aren't demons supposed to have horns?"
he looked at you and thought for a second, "hm, i'm pretty sure only the devil has horns. i guess that's another myth debunked"
you returned his gaze with mock disapointment, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. "that's a shame. i think it's really hot."
the next day he shows up with a red devil horn headband on his head
...
"joong, what is this--," you let out a laugh when he turns to face you with a serious look on his face
the blush on the apples of his cheeks redden when you continue to laugh with the brightest grin that crinkles your eyes
he doesn't mind that he's making a fool out of himself as long as he gets to see you like this
"they were 50% off in the costume shop!"
he feels a smile creep into his face when you laugh a little bit harder
seonghwa — vampire
you first met seonghwa at a random halloween party
he was surprise surprise !! dressed as a vampire, and you were dressed as kim possible (call me beep me if you wanna reach me)
he just suddenly went up to you and complimented your outfit
so you were like, "thanks!! :-D i like your fangs, they look so real!"
and he just went, "hey thanks! they are real :-D"
"what :-D"
anyways!!! you started dating not too long after that <3
he'd just be one of the most dramatic vampires out there
he's the type to dramatically hiss and cover his face when you draw open the curtains in the morning
"gAaAaaGHh the sun!!!!! i'm burning!!!!!!!!"
and you'd just stand there like ...... "seonghwa you have a morning class today"
(yes, vampire! seonghwa goes to uni)
"can you believe this place doesn't have any vampire-friendly mirrors?? it's 2022!!! D-:<"
:-|
lives and breathes the twilight saga
one time you were walking home together and you noticed his skin sparkling
and no it's not the sun shining on him or the natural glow you'd get from sweat or oily skin because his skin was particularly BLINDING
he was excitedly talking about how his favorite professor complimented him on his recent project when you interrupted him, "hwa, wait a minute--"
three of your fingers swipe at his nape and actual arts & craft glitter came off his skin
"hwa, did you actually try to edward cullen-ficate yourself???"
pink dusted his cheeks and he could only abashedly scoff while trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you
"psssshhh, what?! noooo,,, aha... what kinda weirdo would do that ahaha, whaaat? that's so weird.."
and then he used his super speed to run back to your shared appartment leaving you to walk back home ALONE >:-(
but besides that, he's super sweet
would let you leave fingerprint stains on his glass cabinets that encase his virginity corner star wars lego collection
HE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH OKAY
yunho — angel
he doesn't have a visible halo over his head but everyone just knows that he's an angel
sweetest, purest dude out there
but yunho kinda feels... trapped
his angel wings became this constant admonition that he has to be selfless and to always do "good"
i'd just imagine everyone telling yunho to stay away from you (a fellow angel) because you're labelled as this reckless troublemaker
but he just can't help being interested in you
so he made effort to know you and keep you close and in turn, you taught him that he doesn't have to live in fear of stepping out of the line sometimes
that it's okay to put yourself first
you both would sneak away to earth and pose as humans to have fun and abandon your duties for a while
he finds himself cherishing each and every moment he spent with you; exploring things the other angels would frown upon, but it didn't matter
so it didn't surprise him when he realized that he's utterly in love with you
his angel wings fluttered sporadically when you softly mutter your love to him in reciprocation with the beautiful smile he's known to love
when you made love for the first time, it was filled with shy giggles and soft reassurances because you're each other's firsts
you neither yunho cared about the other angels avoiding you and talking shit about you two. you're both happy and in love!!
but of course, heaven has its rules
and fate hits you with the truth, that you both can't be together, when you're held back from running to your lover that has both fear and tears in his eyes as black ink slowly engulf his once pure angel wings
a fallen angel, that's what they call you both. angels banished from heaven with your memories wiped and your wings rendered useless as compensation for falling in love
"i'll find you," he said. his voice remained sure yet frail in the midst of your own sobs and the chaos surrounding you both, but you heard him loud and clear. his watering eyes take in your trembling state and it breaks his heart to see you cry and try to fight against the restraints keeping you away from him because he knows that guilt is eating you alive
he knows that you blame yourself for letting him in, for falling in love with him, and for bringing this inevitable consequence upon him
but he knows that he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even if it leads to this very same ending
yeosang — fae
a tsundere! fae omg i have the vision i see it
he acts cold and indifferent towards you but all you wanna do is grab his attention!!!!!
as humans and faes don't really get along, your group of friends are different and they kinda disagree with you both interacting
but you don't really care because you mayhaps have a crush on him :3
he's really good with magic
you'd ooh and ahh whenever he does something with his magic and his cheeks would go red while he brushes it off with, "it's nothing" (and you're like no!! it's cool!!! and he would blush harder)
he knows you have a crush on him because a) it's obvious, and b) you've confessed to him multiple times (his replies always start with a "sorry, but.." and you would always reply with "it's okay, i just want to tell you. i'm not asking you to return your feelings:-)"
but lately you're kind of tired with the unreciprocated feelings you have for yeosang because.. well, you just feel pathetic
so one day you made it your mission to stop having feelings for him!!!!!!
yeosang noticed because you would avoid him like the plague
he was walking down the hallway when he saw you and was about to greet you when he saw you run to hide behind a trash can that doesn't even cover your entire figure
he was just like .... ok see you later i guess?
and this continued on for weeks! to the point where he feels down because he doesn't have his favorite human around and maybe because he has a crush on you too
so he dragged his ass to the nearest supermarket for humans and ignored all the weirded stares he got from other shoppers and bought all of your favorite snacks and drinks that are listed at the top of his head
he placed them all nicely in this cute paper bag and left it at the desk you always sit in for one of your shared classes
the happy grin on your face when you peeked at its contents lifted his mood even though you wouldn't know it's from him because he purposely left the sender anonymous in the small note for you
but you immediately know that it's him because you've listed these specific snacks only to him, plus the sweet wording of the note just gave him away (you knew it that he's actually sweet inside, you knew it!!)
anyways,, the reason why yeosang is so hesitant to make a move on you is because relationships between humans and faes are disapproved of:-( he doesn't want you hurt just because you're seen with him
but one day he saw you being circled by a bunch of faes and there's this look on your face that screams 'help!'
he felt his legs move to push his way to get to you before he fully registered on what's going on
one of the faes reached out to shove off yeosang when he put himself in between you and them to protect you. "man, why the fuck are you defending a human?"
"she's my girlfriend."
so yeah all fucks flew out the window that day and you both decided to start dating:-D
he's still into the tsundere act but you like to tease him because this man gets flustered over the tiniest things lmao
you'd like bicker lazily over something and you'd go, "mhm, but you love me don't you?"
and his ears, cheeks, and neck would get so red as if he's got the worst case of asian flush lmao and he'd look around the whole room just to avoid your gaze
"shut up" *still blushing*
san — incubus
you accidentally summoned him when you were trying to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for a 4.0 gpa
he just suddenly appeared on top of your coffee table lying down on his side with his elbow propping up his head
and you just kinda went, "ok great, how do we do this thing? do i have to sign papers or smth???"
he just looks at you all confused like ??? we don't need any of those, we can just fuck
and you're like WHAT! >:-o and he's like ... what do you expect from summoning an incubus? :-|
"A WHAT???"
anyways, the misunderstanding was set straight and san sheepishly asked if he could stay over for just 1 night because he can't go back to hell just yet
(he can actually go back to hell just fine but he just can't bring himself to face incubi! ateez's teasings for being rejected for the first time ever)
and you thought hm why not
he somehow stayed over for more than just that one night and then you guys fell in love!!!
it all started after the first night when you cooked pancakes for breakfast
san groggily woke up from the couch when he smells the strangely appetizing scent of whatever you're making
"oh great, you're awake! good morning!" you greet, while the raven haired boy dazedly blinks at your sight bustling in the kitchen before letting out a raspy 'morning' in return
you hear his feet clad in the thick fuzzy socks you lent him pitter patter against the hardwood floors as he made his way towards you with a yawn, "what are you doing?"
"i'm making us breakfast :-)"
demons don't eat actual food but san would hate to see your smile falter even the tiniest bit at his rejection of this unfamiliar food that you call 'pancakes'
his plate of pancake is cutely decorated with fresh berries and a smiley face drawn with maple syrup on top of the first layer of pancake
(he can't help but smile when you impatiently gesture at him to take a bite while your own plate of pancakes sit in front of you, forgotten)
you show him how to use his cutleries properly and he finally eats a bite of the pancake
"is it good?" you ask nervously, wide eyes waiting to catch his reaction
his eyebrows furrow as he shut his eyes at the pleasant sweetness overcoming his taste buds, "oh my god, i could eat this every day. are you a professional chef or something?"
your eyes sparkle as you grow flustered over his compliment, replying with a timid 'no' and san thinks you just might be sweeter than the maple syrup coating his tongue
he's the sweetest bf ever; would exaggerate his reactions at anything you do because it would elicit a cute giggle that would bring a smile to his face
but yknow
don't forget that he's an incubus
"You're doing so good for me."
San likes it when you're laid out all bare underneath him, hair fanned out prettily on the bed, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes threatening to flutter shut.
"Baby," he taps lightly against your cheek, momentarily distracting you away from the heavenly feeling of him dragging against every inch of your walls as he continues to snap his hips to meet yours. "Hey, eyes on me."
A whine spills out of your lips as you try and fail to force your eyes open, back arching and eyes rolling back instead, earning a tsk from San as he continues to bury his cock deeper by forcing your aching thighs apart and against your chest.
His thumb caresses your swollen clit lightly, your eyes immediately widening as you gasp at the overstimulation from the previous orgasms he's taken just from eating you out. Your body trembles as you wail underneath him, reaching out to grip his arm that prevents your thighs from closing shut. San groans when he feels your pussy clench tightly around him.
"There you are," he lazily smirks, cupping your cheek and giving you a peck on the lips when he finds that your dazed gaze is on him. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."
"So wet, so tight, so pretty for me," his measured thrusts turns harsh as he fucks up into your dripping cunt with your moans and bouncing tits egging him on.
"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you cry out as San fondles your clit, reveling in the tight grip of your pussy and the dirty words that come out of your sweet mouth as you gush uncontrollably around his cock.
San groans loudly as his hips sloppily thrusts a few more times before he fills you up with his second load of the day, twitching and spurting his thick warm cum inside you as he holds you while he comes down from his high.
He slips his softening cock out of your battered pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs as you whine at the loss.
"God," San moans as he drags two of his fingers over your weeping cunt, his other hand softly pressing against your lower belly. He slides his fingers over your dripping slit, gathering his cum leaking from your hole to your clit, rubbing and pinching.
With a cry, your thighs shake as tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of another orgasm that washes over you, swollen cunt clenching around nothing that has his cum oozing out of you. You whimper at the overstimulation, batting away his hand that continues to brush over your inner thigh.
San pulls you into a tender kiss as he gently caress your cheek and finally leans back to catch his breath. His eyes glaze over your fucked out state and he smiles at the fond look you give him.
"Such a good girl," he softly praises, carefully cleaning you up with the warm cloth he took from the bathroom. You hum in reply, shutting your eyes with a content smile at your lips. You can't see him, but he grins anyways.
"I'm a lucky man."
mingi — werewolf
i kid you not, this mf would deadass unashamedly howl in public at random
"it's who i am, yn."
are you embarrassed? yes.
will you ever let him know that you feel absolutely mortified whenever strangers stare at you after your boyfriend basically barked?
never.
he might be a big ! absolutely not bad ! werewolf but he's actually so soft >:-( especially for you
gives the best hugs
he's just so big and warm which is why you always look for him to cuddle
gives the funniest reactions like fr,, which is why you LOVE to tease him
"mingi," "mhm?" "...you know that i'm always here for you right? i.. i won't judge if you,,, idk, want to keep your ears and tail in your human form--" "yn, for the last time, I'M NOT A FURRY"
omg you showed him the werewolf ripping shirt meme and he went error 404 because he doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry ("YN IS THIS HOW HUMANS SEE WEREWOLVES???? SOB")
would embody jacob's iconic lines from twilight
"bella ¬‿¬ where the hell have you been loca? ¬‿¬"
"..."
but yeah he's such a playful boyfriend but also has his sensitive moments
and he's such a sappy romantic
would randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers for you
"what's this for? i'm pretty sure our anniversary was two months ago"
"just passed by a florist and i thought of you :-)"
"also, our anniversary was three months ago, OH MY GOD YN HOW COULD YOU FORGET" "I'M SORRY, IT WAS JUST A MISCALCULATION!!!"
yeah don't mess with the math genius! werewolf because he will correct you in any chance he gets
(i'm so sorry idk anything about werewolves so i can't really take this seriously T_T)
wooyoung — mermaid
found out he can grow legs whenever his tail dries and that's how he ventured to land!
he's always been interested with humans so when he saw you hanging around in the beach one day, it was love at first sight
he gets so excited over every human activity, it's endearing
"woah, what is that?? :o" "oh, that's a guy riding a bike" "what's a bike?"
endless questions about anything human related but you patiently answer each and every one of them
you're basically his tour guide
you introduced him to movies and his favorite is the little mermaid
he's so serious about it
like literally you have to remind him to blink because he would not let his gaze stray from your tv
"ariel is so me. minus the overprotective dad. and the 6 sisters. and ursula. and probably the talking fish and crab"
"how can the evil sea witch be so EVIL? THIS IS CRUEL"
"hey i want a pet dog like max! :0"
"ERIC JUST KISS THE FUCKING GIRL--"
would 100% reenact the fork hair brushing scene
would also 100% tell secrets about the ocean to you
"yeah the bermuda triangle thing? it's a lair to this one mean kraken"
but sometimes he would say the most untrue stuff ever like
"aquaman is real." "no he's not, woo. he's a dc superhero" "no, really, he's real. we've raced against each other once or twice" "mhm, whatever you say"
loves to watch the sunset in the beach with you with his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, and his toes curled in the sand
he likes it. a lot.
but he has to make sure that he doesn't touch wet sand because poof his tail would pop out
likes to chill in your bathub with the end of his tail flapping water at you
also likes to swim with you in the ocean late at night, when no one's around, with his arms wrapped around your waist and sneaking in atleast a hundred kisses while you giggle because the scales of his tail tickles your legs
the cutest mermaid! boyfriend ever
jongho — demigod
would bet my left kidney that he'd be the son of apollo or athena
but let's go with apollo because his vocals man goddamn
anyways
you're the child of nike, the goddess of victory
jongho sees you around a lot in camp half-blood, you're well known because of your bright and outgoing personality that almost everyone gravitate towards
your peers, jongho included, also admire you for your bravery in battles. although he's never been in one let alone see you fight in an actual life-or-death situation, he sees enough from how you always gracefully win capture the flag with a infectious grin on your face
unlike you, he likes to keep to himself at most times, preferring to spend his time alone to write music or poetry
which is why it's hard for him to muster up the courage to try and be your friend
he didn't dwell on it for too long, accepting that maybe he's just meant to stand at the sides and admire from afar when it comes to you
one night, he was in his usual secret spot; a small clearing near the lake with a hammock tied between two towering trees hidden from sight, when you stumbled into his view with tear stained cheeks
"oh, uh, i'm sorry," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the paws of your sweater. "i didn't think anyone would be here. i'll go--"
"you can stay. i don't mind."
and that's how you go on to tell him about how battles leave a toll on you and this is your way of taking a break once in a while
he listened to you attentively, actually paying attention to what you have to say and even wiped your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie
that night was then filled with genuine laughter as jongho tried his hardest to cheer you up
"but in all seriousness, i'm here for you. whenever you need me."
it started a whole routine of you both meeting up every single night in that spot to either talk about everything all at once or to just enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence
he eventually shares his writings with you and you kinda went, "dang i'm in love with you"
and he's like ★_★ omfg no way
he's the type of bf who doesn't outwardly show his affection for you but makes up for it by caring about you down to the most trivial miniscule detail about you
definitely an act of service guy
would stop by the training grounds where you are when it's raining with an umbrella at hand
"come here, you'll get sick" "i'm the child of the goddess of victory, jongho" "doesn't mean you can't get sick!!!! \(º □ º l|l)/"
you ask him to sing for you all the time because his voice is soothing and he would blush whenever you compliment him hehe
the other kids at camp would stare enviously at you two holding hands while skipping to your designated spot because wow you two are so in love and everyone wants that kind of relationship
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eirian · 14 days
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irt that tweet going around thats like a person being upset that an art piece they were rly proud of didnt get much love: here's my hot take. ppl are missing the point of the post.
its not a matter of op doing art for clout. its the fact that while yes loving ur art and doing it for fun is the most important thing, it is Extremely Fucking Silly to expect everyone to just be ok with not getting much or even NO positive feedback on their work.
i believe as artists we wouldnt get fucking ANYWHERE without support from others. you can say you do art 100% just for fun and for yourself, and while this may be the MAJORITY of the case, theres no way u can tell me u dont feel smth when someone says they like it too. we NEED positive feedback in order to keep going and thrive as artists. str8 up. telling ppl to "not care about likes/shares/attention" is..idk. it feels actually kind of shitty to me, ESPECIALLY when its coming from an artist who gets hundreds of notes on each piece. same energy as a rich person telling poor ppl "money doesnt buy happiness" imo. like ok if you really believe what ur saying why do u post ur own damn art. why do u not just keep it to urself if its just for you and just for fun.
"i post my art bc i love it and want to share it with others" ok so you agree that you feel good when u share ur art with others? that it feels good to know that ppl see ur art and find joy in it? that even tho its not "for attention" its still for positive human interaction?
idk. basically to me its not "op is whining bc their art didnt get notes :/" it's "op is rightfully feeling bad b/c they dont see any support for their art when support is kind of a necessity for healthy artistic growth"
anyway. thats my hot take✌️
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I woke up this morning and saw I had a message in my inbox on AO3, presumably about by new fic, and was excited to see the feedback.
When I read what they wrote it was a small comment that said "stop using sudowrite".
Had no idea what that even means, so I had to look it up and found out it's some form of a writing AI.
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Absolutely fuming.
I want to make something abundantly clear right now:
I have not been hand writing and editing all of my own stories, hundreds of pages worth of personally hand written or hand typed content for the past 16 years, only to get accused of using any form of lazy ass writing AI now.
This is what I love to do. For fun.
I put in a lot of unpaid time, creativity and energy into my writing and editing. The only thing I ask for in return is participation from the fandoms I love, be it via thoughtful feedback or valid criticisms.
But this is neither of those things. This is just an outright, baseless lie against the art that I have worked so hard to make myself, and I won't be undermined or discredited.
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There's anger, and then there's whatever space I am occupying well past it right now.
It's infuriating to pour hours of my love, thought and creativity into original content only to have someone come out of nowhere and try to tell me I've been having an AI do it, especially 16 years deep.
Bitch please.
I also found out that app came out in 2020 . . . As I mentioned, I published my first K/S story in 2008 as Ruby JW on the K/S archives, and my first fanfic on fanfic.net was published in 2007 as luigi_is_stellar.
I invite anyone to peruse my decades-long collection of independent content that I have single-handedly accomplished well before such an app even existed, then come back to me and try to tell me that what I do here isn't authentic.
I don't usually get spicy, but when it comes to the art I spend hours writing and drawing independently with my own blood sweat and tears, yeah. I'm going to get spicy.
I do far too much unpaid work out of passion and love for this fandom to have such a serious accusation flung my way out of nowhere.
It's the first time in my 16 years of writing for this fandom that I've ever been accused of plagiarism, and you best trust and believe that I don't take that accusation lightly. I work too damn hard to let someone discredit the work I do personally in such a baseless manner.
Anyway, that was discouraging AF. I am boggled to learn that AI writing is even a thing, no less someone coming out of the woodwork to try to accuse me of using it 16 years into story publishing when I literally teach academic honesty and writing ethics in my line of paid work as an English professional.
Genuinely: Do you know who you're talking to?
A bit of background on me:
I come from a not-so-wealthy family who could not afford to pay to put me through school -- I paid for that all on my own. I had to earn my University English degree, one of four University degrees I hold on my own work and pay alone, without so much as a tutoring session or handout from home.
Not once would I have jeopardized everything I worked so hard and paid for out of my own pocket as a poor ass uni student working two jobs and doing night classes just to phone it in plagiarizing, not on one ounce of my work.
That was all me.
I've handwritten 3 MLA essays in under three hour exams BACK TO BACK, immediately followed by back-to-back Biology exams & a final lab where I ALSO had to write multiple essays and switch from MLA to APA mode within the span of 6 hours.
Those were all bound in handwritten yellow booklets well before we ever had Google Docs, Grammarly, formatting suggestions, or even regularly brought/had access to laptops in UNI. I did my work by hand.
I earned my degrees in English and Biology AT THE SAME TIME before I even turned 24. I earned a double major handwriting my own work papers like my life depended on it, and you actually think I'm about to phone it in now?
Step to me like that again, young blood. I ain't the one.😂
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Anyway, I digress.
Ya girl ain't here to fight BC y'all know I tend to be very easygoing, full of humour, and I love to joke around in the fandom. I'm pretty wide open to opposing opinions or even criticisms. But this is unfounded slander, and I won't be taking that on the chin.
When it comes to my work, I take that very seriously, and I don't play around. My late father once told me that "The work you do and the degrees you earn are yours and yours alone, they can never take that education from you." I live by that sentiment, and have done so by putting forth honest work.
Be it paid or unpaid work, it's my work. Periodt.
It is an unfathomably disheartening and insulting message to receive as someone who writes all their own stuff themselves, draws all their own fanart themselves, does their own photo edits themselves, edits their writing themselves, and has never even used so much as a single outside beta reader/editor for my work. Not once. The art, the writing, the editing -- It's all me.
Bottom line:
Say you do or don't like my work, that's cash money and we good, whether it's your cup of tea or not.
Butt know that it is my work.
I will not put all of this free time, effort and love into my work only to be accused of lazily ripping the content that I have spent hours writing and personally editing from somewhere else.
And on that note, consider my PSA rant ended.
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joheunsaram · 2 years
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Discord Discourse (knj)
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summary- Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server... dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
word count- 2.8k
pairing- idol!Namjoon x fanfic writer!Reader
rating- PG15
genre- internet relationships, s2(maybe)lovers, angst, fluff, slightly smutty
warnings- pretty angsty, a little sexting but not actual sexting, superficial conversations portrayed as deep (lol im sorry I didn’t want to make this too long), infatuation, open ending, talks of a daddy kink
a.n.- this was not supposed to Joon’s bday drabble but it somehow ended up so lol. this is for all my fic writers out there. please don’t hate me for what the reader did... there may or may not be another part in the works oops lol
Thanks to the beautiful @raplinesmoon​ for helping me brainstorm, beta and fix the ending!!
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
- Kim Namjoon had a bad habit.
It wasn’t like watching too much porn, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t googling himself to read comments on his videos, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t talking to his fans incognito, although it was exactly like that.
Sitting in his room, in his boxers, he had all the lights off. His eyes were fixated on his screen, two fingers hovering over the touchpad of his laptop as he scrolled periodically. He pushed his glasses back, his face luminated by the blue light of his screen and swallowed, ignoring the way his stomach knotted and his face heated.
Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. And it all started when he joined a random discord server named after his studio. Of course he never revealed himself. To the unsuspecting largely female members, he was John, an autocorrect happenstance that granted him his anonymity. Not that anyone would believe he was him anyway. Not in these circles.
He thought it would be cute to interact with his fans when his new solo song came out, a way to practice his English. He wanted to know their reactions and their criticisms without the love. Little did he know that all he would get was affection and that affection would not only feed his dwindling ego but give him a dopamine rush that had become so addictive it had his heart racing every time a notification popped on his phone.
monolover: omgggggg did you see joon in the new mv???? I’m fucking dying! moonchild: yes I want to lick his whole body! GODDAMN HES PERFECT!!! joonsbicycle: honestly if he’s not getting every inch of his body worshipped rn whats even the point of life? moonlover: I volunteer as tribute! God the things I would let that man do to me!!!
He chuckled at the thread, lower lip caught between his teeth and looked around his dark room. The silence in the air was deafening. He liked his home. He was proud of his collection, making it look like an art museum, beautiful and untouchable. The wooden accents and the plush furniture was comforting but they felt cold.
There was no one there to worship his body. There was no one even there to kiss him. Which is why this was a bad habit. He shouldn’t be getting happy sucked into this small world of eight women who had somehow unlocked more kinks in him than should be possible. And he really shouldn’t be holding his breath when your name showed that you were typing.
It was unhealthy to be almost in love with someone who he didn’t even know. Yet when your message popped up, his heart skipped a beat and his boxers got tighter.
yn: if namjoons sitting alone rn it’s a crime!!! I would be on my knees in front of him marking those thighs fuckkk. yn: speaking of! new super smutty fic is out reblog for good skin lol I really hope he never finds my blog he would be traumatized.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Namjoon whispered as he stared into the dark abyss in front of him, imagining you crawling towards him, your lips travelling up his legs, your teeth leaving indentations between the muscles.
When he first joined the server, he had been immediately drawn to you. Perhaps it was because he had joined right after he posted about his plans for opening a gallery and the first thing he saw was your in depth analysis on an artist you admired but he had never heard of. It made him eager to post about art too and gave him the push to step away from his nerves and talk. He expected to be told that he was boring and that nobody cared. He was used to that. But the server was inviting, asking questions and letting him soliloquize about paint strokes and abstractions. They welcomed him with open arms without knowing who he was, especially you.
You asked him probing questions that made him think, re-evaluate his stances, and then you turned out to be something out of his wet dreams. The more time he spent on the server, he realized it wasn’t just a place to discuss his and his team’s music and accomplishments. It was a place where they also discussed how attractive he was. In full uncensored detail.
After only a month, he had read every single work of fiction you had created, all of them featuring him. The other members of the server were writers too, but somehow he only found your works alluring. The first thing he read was a whopping ninety thousand word story about heartbreak and love and perseverance. It had him tearing up with his character, a broken man who worked a dead end job.
He had praised it and the moment you told him it was supposed to be an anti capitalist piece, he read it all over again. This time he caught the nuances and critiques of a system he hated and was a part of — just like the Namjoon in the story. You had never met him, yet his fictional self made all the decisions he would make, felt the things he would feel, and after a really long time, he felt like he was seen. His fictional self wasn’t an idol, he wasn’t famous or beloved. He was just himself and it made his longing for a normal life seem… well, normal.
With time, he used your stories to teleport himself into worlds he wouldn’t experience, into situations he would never be in, and he felt alive. Seeing himself from your eyes made him feel incredible, invincible, even if you were practically a stranger.
So without any further ado, he clicked the link you sent and lost himself in a new world. A world where he was apparently a sex god that could make you cum six times in a row. He was hard by the time he finished the short story, and then he read it again, wanting to memorize the moves you so desired. He knew he would never meet you in real life. He had been lucky but he would never get that lucky. Yet he did it, stroking himself as he imagined how you would sound. Your female characters always whimpered when teased and moaned his name breathily. Would he ever get to hear you whimper?
As if reading his mind, you sent him a message.
yn: don’t get too turned on reading the new story. I want you to figure out the hidden meaning 🤪 john: what hidden message is in jisoo calling Namjoon daddy? yn: john we all know you love when I call Namjoon daddy in my fics lol but look deeper 👀 john: it’s only cause it seems like your characters love saying daddy. Anything you wanna confess babe? yn: ughhhhh I hate that you all know my kinks because of this!!! tell me when you see it
Namjoon read the piece again, ignoring how turned on he was to find nuances, and then he read the description of the room, a description he had skimmed over to get to the good parts. How did he miss that?
john: theyre fucking in prison?! john: WHY IS NAMJOON IN PRISON?! john: I thought you said he would be a good guy! He’s always a good guy in your fics!!! yn: don’t get all emo on me. He could be falsely imprisoned lol yn: but nah I put him in prison as an allegory. Like how life can feel like you’re caged in but you forget about that feeling if you have someone you love by your side. yn: ugh I hate explaining stuff makes me feel like a belong on r/verydeep HAHAHHA john: that’s actually fucking profound. Who knew porn could be art? 😝 yn: sex with me is always art thank you very much john: yeah I bet it is, baby. I wouldn’t mind you calling me daddy anytime.
Namjoon blinked as soon as he registered what he had sent, his heart pounding in panic. He had always had these thoughts about you. He never thought he would tell you any of them. What was fucking wrong with him?! Did he really think a few flirting comments from you gave him free reign to sext! God he was like the terrible men on Tinder, just a testosterone filled Neanderthal focused on sex. Fuck!
yn: as hot as I find out intellectual discourse I really wouldn’t sext with a stranger. you could be like twelve for all I know
Namjoon perked up at the message. You technically didn’t say you didn’t want to, just that you wouldn’t. Perhaps he stood a semblance of a chance when it came to you. Perhaps all the texting and subtle flirting made you like him too.
john: as a matter of fact I turned 28 today. so I’m definitely not twelve yn: ha you’ve been reading too many of my fics your bday really the same as Joons?
Oh… he hadn’t thought through about this piece of information. Of course you knew when your favourite celebrity’s birthday was! But hey a lot of people have birthdays at the same time.
john: virgins unite baby john: VIRGOS! I MEANT VIRGOS! yn: lmfao not helping your case john: how do I prove I’m of age yn: honestly idk yn: guess no sexting for us. rip. john: well… what if we do a voice chat? john: not that I just want to sext you! john: it’ll just be nice to hear your voice and get to know you better yn: ha I’m not going to sext you daddy 🤣 yn: but sure I like talking to you (yn calling)
Namjoon’s eyes widened at the screen, his throat dry. He hasn’t expected this easy acquiescence. He thought you would just blow him off, but after months of daily chats he should’ve anticipated that you’d be comfortable enough to chat with him. Taking a deep breath, he clicked the little green phone to pick up.
“Hello.”
“Hey! Wow, your voice is really deep. Somehow even though your name is John I expected a girl,” you giggled and it was a rush of endorphins tapped right into his veins. Your voice was nothing like he imagined. Where he thought of you to have a high pitched, slightly princess-ey tone, your real voice was lower, an alto with a rasp that made him weak. He wanted to listen to it everyday.
“So does this prove I’m not a twelve year old?” he teased, hiding his nerves with a confident bravado you preferred in the fictional Namjoon.
“Nah. But I really want to talk about this book I’m reading because it’s so funny and dumb in the best way and I could care less how old you were,” you replied. He chuckled as you launched into a rant about this romance series you were reading about a group of men who read romance to solve their romantic problems. Namjoon lost himself a little in the similarities between himself and the plot. Wasn’t he also reading romance to mold himself into a perfect man, albeit he was trying to woo the author herself, but still. However as you continued, he thought about how exceptionally stupid it was for him to even attempt to seek out something other than friendship with you.
It wasn’t as if he could just ask you out and take you on a date. He couldn’t hold your hand or kiss you under the lamplight of a rain soaked street. He only knew your first name and if your accent was any indication, you most likely didn’t live anywhere near him. Should he really try to start something if he knew for a fact that he couldn’t give you the romance that he knew you wished for?
Decision made, his nerves eased and he listened to your rants, discussing the novel he had never read. He couldn’t let his heart get involved. If you love someone, set them free, isn’t that what they said? Well he would set you free to meet the guy of your dreams. You didn’t actually like him, you had mentioned to him time and time again that the Namjoon in your stories wasn’t based of off the real one, and other than light teasing,  you had made no indication that you thought his alter ego ‘John’ was up to your standards either. No matter which persona he was, he didn’t fit you, so for the sake of the only freeing friendship he had, he decided it was better not to complicate things.
At least until you said your next words.
“Want to hear about my next story? I think I’m going to write my first idol fic. Something about the loneliness of fame, of how isolating it seems,” you pondered out loud, and Namjoon hated how much he already related to the story.
“Tell me about it. Fame fucking sucks,” he commented, momentarily forgetting his disguise.
“Are you famous, John?” you asked, a teasing grin visible over the line, making Namjoon contemplate whether to come clean. At 3am, his impulsivity was at an all time high so without any forethought of consequences, he hit the camera icon.
The screen split into two, the left side showing his dark room before he clicked on his bedside lamp. The bright light blinded him momentarily, his hand automatically rubbing his eye before he sheepishly looked at the camera. He heard nothing from you but could see your icon showing you were still on the call.
“Hi… umm I guess I’m kinda famous,” he said, laughing uncomfortably. The longer the silence went on, the more his nerves clawed at him, making him flush so deeply, he wished he could turn back time.
“What… the… fuck?”
He heard you whisper before the call disconnected. Staring at the chat, he tried to overcome the sudden wave of dejection at your rejection. It was a logical response. You had said multiple times you wished he never read your works, of course you were taken aback to learn about him, about who he really was. He should give you some time to catch up.
But patience was never Namjoon’s strong suit, so he messaged almost immediately.
john: please say something
You didn’t reply for an hour even when your icon had a tiny green circle next to it, indicating that you were still there.
yn: I am really really sorry about all the fics and the rude comments. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I apologize if these conversations were creepy or disturbing. Just know that you are a great source of inspiration for me and I hope you keep making amazing music for me and other fans. Thank you so much for your hard work. I will delete my blog if you like and I won’t bother you again, john. yn: I mean Namjoon. yn: really sorry again. yn: also happy birthday!
Namjoon stared at his screen cursing at himself for ruining almost a year long friendship for a moment of loneliness. You had said you made him uncomfortable but he was sure that if anyone was uncomfortable it was you. Bracing himself, he decided to answer the only way he knew how. Honestly.
john: Please don’t apologize. You have never made me uncomfortable Y/N. Please believe me.  I really do enjoy your stories and talking to you. I would consider us friends if you’d have me.
As soon as he pressed enter he got a response. Only it wasn’t one he was expecting.
Your message could not be delivered. This is usually because you don't share a server with the recipient or the recipient is only accepting direct messages from friends. You can see the full list of reasons here: https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/articles/360060145013
His hands shook as he wrote another message only to get the same message in return. After a year of friendship it seemed that he should’ve just hid his true self after all. Shutting his laptop, fell onto his back on the bed, lying to himself that he was okay and that it didn’t hurt.
Opening your blog on his phone, he was relieved to see it still up. Heart pounding in a last ditch effort, he raced to send you a message. Copy pasting his earlier words from discord, he hoped that this time they reached you.
He was ecstatic when the script under his text changed from delivered to seen, his heart soaring in the effervescence of hope. You never replied back, at least not till his eyes were scratchy from staring at the screen and his lids were heavy from sleep.
Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. But if he could salvage his friendship with you, he had no intentions of breaking it.
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yuikomorii · 1 year
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I loved the new art so much! It was precious as heck but it saddens me sm how people are so disappointed with it. Sadly that’s how it always happens, always complaining about the art, always complaining about everything. Don’t mind that anon admin, Yui as a cat was adorable!!
// From my point of view, the new art was the best one after Bloody Ghost and I don’t get why it received so much hate from the English fandom when the Japanese one absolutely ADORED it and these are just few of the people who said good things about it. I've actually never seen an event receive so much positive feedback from the fans; it's clear that not only did they enjoy the art, but it also made them happy, which is what matters most.
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I’m not saying the Japanese fandom is perfect, since there are a lot of questionable people too but overall I appreciate that unlike Western fans, Japanese ones are grateful for what they get. The amount of negativity I’ve seen on Tumblr about official DL art in general is huge and that’s really sad. There is no single event that can be labelled as badly-drawn. Sure, some characters will start looking off after staring at them for too long but they keep looking good and official, if you get what I mean. I believe everyone’s expressions are always on point and match their personalities. For example, you can’t make Ruki look very cheerful, nor can you make Ayato super serious, it wouldn’t feel canon like that.
I understand that some people are disappointed; there is nothing wrong with that because everyone has their own opinions; however, I just wish everybody to be less judgmental and more respectful. I do admit that I sometimes complain about the routes, for the reason that it’s really unfair how some characters and their relationship with others get ruined out of the blue but it’s still different when it comes to official art. The route writers can actually come up with better ideas, whereas the artists can’t suddenly start drawing like Satoi, no matter how professional they are, and we should appreciate their effort because without them, we wouldn’t get any new official art anymore. People who compare Satoi to the new artists are really insensitive taking into account that they literally have to mimick someone else’s artstyle, which is really hard to do, only to have random strangers on the internet insult their skills. Besides, Satoi’s style improved and definitely changed a lot. Even if she returned to drawing for DL, I’m sure people would still complain about the characters “not looking as they used to”.
Anyway, I’ve never seen a Japanese fan complain about any event’s art, so the new artists do their job right. After all, these fans are the main audience, and if they like the art and buy the merch, then it’s a win for Rejet.
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dross-the-fish · 7 months
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idk how anyone could send you hate. Your blog is such a laid back place and you're always so nice to everyone who comes here. Anyway, sending you good vibes today!
Well thank you for that! I could always use good vibes. I don't actually get that much hate in proportion to all of the feedback that's positive but the common denominator is that people like my art but they hate my perspective on characters or don't like my opinions on certain media.
Those aren't even invalid sentiments but I will never know why they feel the need to get nasty about it instead of just finding a different artist to follow but that's how it is sometimes. The only correct way to handle them is to block them, make my boundaries clear, and move on. Generally I feel like most of the hate comes from younger folks who still have something of a lingering high school mentality and I do believe most of them will grow out of it in time. I remember when I was in my late teens and early twenties I wasn't always the most level headed or mature person myself and if I'm kinder and more patient now it's because I know I wasn't then.
That's also why I've come to believe it's better to have a little charity towards people who are probably still learning and have a lot of growing up to do than it is to try and have beef with teenagers and young adults at the age of 33. I may be annoyed or even frustrated but I don't take any of it personally or hang on to it after it's been dealt with because I know it will pass and most of these people will look back on how they behaved one day and likely recognize that it wasn't appropriate or called for. At any rate, thank you and everyone else who's been supportive, it means a lot to me and I'll try my best to keep this place welcoming for all of you who do come to enjoy my art and writing <3
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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years
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Teaching you how to fight! | AOT characters.
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↳AOT characters x Gender neutral reader. (eren, armin, jean, connie, levi, mikasa, sasha, hange, annie + porco)
↳Spoiler free.
↳Trigger warnings: slight mention of violence required for context but nothing is graphic + vague mention of minor injuries? let me know if i need to add more.
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↳remember that the best way to help/support creators is to reblog/comment on their art! feedbacks are always welcome. ♡
author's note: hii hope you enjoy this little headcanon! i had so much fun writing it! i also tried to include as many characters as possible, but please feel free to request. also, little reminder: REQUESTS ARE OPEN for aot headcanons!
summary: aot characters handling your desire to learn how to fight. Reasons are not stated! I personally wrote it thinking about my personal reasons to why I'd like to take boxe courses!
more under the cut. you'll find the characters listed in the order i used above!
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-> Eren would fight you immediately.
• Of course, he would take it easy but he believes learning comes from doing, so when you ask him to teach you how to fight he is already putting his hair into a messy bun and rolling up his sleeves.
• Having the cheekiest grin on his lips, he would tease you trying to trigger your instincts and making you engage in combat by following your gut, fuelled by negative emotions such as anger or frustration. When you finally react the way he wanted you to, he is proud and his fight moves are gentle touches on your skin.
• He would never hit you, so he would only lay an hand on you to fix your posture or the way you crunch your fist.
• He would, however, move away and make you fall if you try to hard to get him. He is willing to help, not to lose.
-> Armin would focus on the theory.
• He is not a big fighter himself, so he wouldn't really know how to help in a practical, perhaps more useful way.
• He would firstly ask what type of combat you'd like to learn and then lecture you about how different cultures have different types of fight, eventually ending up suggesting the more suitable for you and your needs.
• He himself would not be your teacher, but he would make sure you get the help you need; and because of that, he would look for the best place to train at and sing up with you.
-> Jean would laugh your request off, at first.
• He sometimes has this bad habit of letting his ego get in the way but when you firmly explain that you really want to learn how to do it and tease him with "I'll ask someone else if you're not willing to help", success is 100% assured.
•He would take his time teaching you the right positions, telling you to mimic the way he stands or the way he hits the punchbag.
• He would never engage in a fight with you, he would always use things like punchbags or wood-carved puppets for you to exercise with.
-> Connie would be really surprised.
• He would start by testing your reflexes by randomly throwing random objects at you, saying it was part of the training.
• He would not actually take you to a gym or an appropriate place to train at - rather, he would engage in 'surprise attacks' whilst you're on the sofa.
• If you complained about his teaching methods, he would roll his eyes saying "enemies don't warn you, why should I?".
• When you finally manage to knock him off the sofa, he laughs it off and argues that you were now ready for the real training.
-> Levi would raise an eyebrow at you, looking confused.
• He would question himself about why you wanted to learn how to fight, was he not enough of a threat for anyone who'd wanted to get close to you?
• ANYWAY he would focus on teaching you how to use a sword.
• Starting with the basics and teaching you how to properly hold one, he would buy some wooden swords and make the two of you train with them.
• He would always ask you to hit him as hard as you could, reassuring you that he would always manage to protect himself from your attacks (which is true).
-> Mikasa would take your request very seriously.
• She would fully organise your training, making sure you'd stretch before and after each training session and destroying your muscles by making you engage in all sorts of exercises; prepare to early morning runs.
• She would, of course, exercise with you - but she would make it seem so effortless, so natural.
• She would always push you to your limits and be a great motivator, screaming "just one more, you can do it!" whilst you do the nth push up of the day.
-> Sasha would teach you how to be an archer.
• She would be she excited about your request because, finally, she can share her talent with you.
• Sasha would be a patient teacher, laughing at how you hold the arrow between your fingers.
• She would be the type of teacher that places her hands on yours, fixing your posture, adjusting your chin to allow you to have a better visual of your aim.
• Of course, rewards are always granted and she would always bring snacks to enjoy at the end of the session - healthy snacks though, mostly protein based to make sure your muscles are well nourished.
-> Hange would be so excited.
• They would too lecture you about all the different styles of combat, but it would feel more like a fangirl rant.
• However, when it comes to actual training sessions, they would be harsh: they'd use their best disarming techniques on you, eventually making you ridiculously fall on the ground. No worries though!
• Hange is big on after care and WILL make sure you won't sustain any serious injuries - and if you ever end up being injured, they'd apologise a million times and adequately take care of you.
• When you finally learn their techniques and they're the one being smashed on the ground, they are proud, and happy and genuinely laughing at themselves. "so the students really surpass the masters, huh?"
-> Annie would accept your request without questioning it too much.
• However, don't expect any special treatment from her. Her training will consist in a brief introduction to the basic movements and techniques - but after that, training sessions are absolute battle grounds.
• She believes that if you actually end up getting hurt is because you didn't pay enough attention to her lessons - BUT although Annie is pretty strong regardless, she would do her best to not hit you powerfully.
• However, once her fist is against your cheek, expect a disappointed expression on her face and a cold "not good" in response. She takes it seriously.
Bonus:
-> Porco would be so excited to teach you.
•He'd run to take his boxe gloves and tells you he's ready whenever you're ready.
• He would show off a bit at first, but then he'll patiently explain you the very basics: to always hit with the knuckles of your index and middle finger, to always protect your face.
• He would always cheer you up, the biggest smile on his face even after accidentally kicking him.
• I think that would be the best way to spend time together, it might be his love language.
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Lenora you’re back!!!!!💕💞💕💞
How have you been?
Heyyyy���🌞
I’ve been doing pretty great honestly. I got through my finals and I actually did quite well :)). I didn’t take the biology exam though because holy fuck I can’t even do simple math and we were supposed to do crazy equations, no calculators allowed💀. So yeah, didn’t study at all and woke up in a cold sweat like three days before the exam and quickly set myself on inactive because I would’ve definitely fucking flunked it. But English went great, got one of the best grades out of the entire course for my presentation I was sweating buckets over beforehand, linguistics went well as well and the rest was just pass or fail and fortunately I passed but I’m still waiting on a feedback for my pedagogy portfolio. Speaking of waiting, I spent weeks in February working on my art portfolio and applied for art school and I’m waiting for a response to that, too.
I also finally read “The song of Achilles” but it sadly didn’t earn its place next to my favorites, like, it was actually only three stars for me if I’m really honest. Currently I’m reading “Persuasion” (I’m about half way through) and that books actually pretty great but the first like 80 pages are just like, set up lmao. But after that it quickly gets better!!! I haven’t continued reading in a couple of days though which I should absolutely do soon because the new semester starts in two weeks and then idk how much time I’ll have to read. I’m actually taking British and American literature classes in the new semester which I’m pretty excited about!!!!
Oh boy, I also finally watched s5 of Miraculous and the alternate universe Paris special and the movie and bro, s5 was an absolute dumpster fire…. Actually fucking insane. But the Paris special was kinda entertaining lol, and I can’t lie…. the movie was pretty good. Like… it was honestly great hahahah. I also watched Cars btw! I have watched the first part before but never the rest and then my sister wanted to watch Cars so we did and yeah, Cars is amazing ofc. I also finally watched But I’m a Cheerleader which was all over the okays but it was funny and I loved the ending. I’m trying to remember what else I watched but I don’t remember anything else… hmmm… Oh!! Omg, I watched Christopher Robin and I didn’t not except that movie to be as good as it was. I was in genuine tears over fucking everything and yeah, very enjoyable. I also watched The Sixth Sense which was good, did not see the plot twist coming though, Like, spoiler! I literally remember thinking “oh.. so he survived I guess” when it says “next fall” like a fucking idiot 😭. I don’t think I watched any other movies though.
Wait, I also read the entirety of Jackson’s diary on webtoon and it was a fucking roller coaster.
Other than that I’ve been hanging a lot with my friends, especially those who moved to another city for university. There’s this café we always and in the past two weeks we’ve gone three times and you can borough games to play and we usually play scrabble which is always sm fun!
Oh and holy shit, I turned fucking 20!?!?! Absolutely batshit insane, I cannot believe it.
Also, I just kinda left tumblr very like, impulsively because I had finals coming up and thought it’d be distracting, but also, tumblr tends to suck the life out of me sometimes so I thought taking a break would be worth it either way. After finals where over I then had to work on my art portfolio and I have a huge procrastination problem so I stayed off tumblr because I knew it would make it worse and so I just left and didn’t reply to anyone, which, I’m sorry, I missed you and the other mutuals so much but I also don’t think that many people even noticed that I took a break in the first place. Anyway,I’ll probably dip when Uni starts again as well but I thought it’d be nice to catch up with y’all before that happens.
How have you been doing :))💓💗💓💗💓
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nobodysdaydreams · 6 months
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okay I’ve been wanting to ask you stuff for ur…ask game things but I genuinely cannot find the post to know what to ask. does that make sense?
So uh *slams random emojis and numbers on the counter* whatever these will get me.
32??? 1? 12….52?
🐢🧍‍♂️❤️‍🩹💕🤲🤩
I have to at least get one of those right…hopefully.
((also side note I’ve been meaning to say I like ur new username! very nice 👍))
Ember, I tried my very best to find old ask games I reblogged with these emojis, sadly I could not. I found this one for the numbers. I already answered 1 and 32 here. I answer 12 and 52 below and have a few other fun treats for you.
12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support help you? Feedback helps me so much. It lets me know that my writing is good and that I’m doing something right. Originally, fanfic was just supposed to be me getting my brain bees™️ out of my head so I could focus. I didn’t expect people to actually enjoy them to such a degree. I mean, I figured someone else who liked TMBS might like them a little, but I did not expect such incredible feedback.
I got a tumblr in September of last year to release my thoughts on TMBS, including my SOS fan theory, but I never intended to write any fic about it, because it was a super specific head canon (and also I'd never even read fanfic before at that point, though I'd heard of the concept), I wasn't sure people would like it, I'd never done any serious creative writing before, and at the time, I had no idea how much season 2 canon would continue to support it's plausibility. But, for better or for worse, eventually I was inspired enough to write the fic. And if you told me in January of this year, before SOS was published, when it was just a little idea in my head that I’d have people drawing fan art based on my fics, doing elaborate analyses call out posts based on my fics (thank you @sophieswundergarten and @itsgoghtime🥰), making a whole personality quiz based on my fic (again thank you Sophie), getting a tumblr to compliment my on my fic and share headcanons, and, the latest of the fandom's beautiful compliments, someone doing a whole podcast episode based on one of my fics (thanks @heyitsthatonesmolgay), I would not have believed you.
This feedback means the world to me, and it's also taught me the importance of leaving feedback on other fics as well. Part of the rational in writing SOS was releasing the thoughts that are inside my head about my hyperfixation, since I'd be thinking about it constantly anyway. Writing it out is certainly more rewarded than daydreaming alone, but it's also more time consuming. Knowing that someone out there is not only listening to what I'm saying, but enjoying it to such a degree lets me know that this is a hobby that's worth the time and energy. Obviously, it's fine to do hobbies only for yourself, I did that for years, but being able to do something you enjoy in such a way that it makes someone else happier and brings joy to someone's life is incredibly rewarding. And if I didn't receive any feedback, I would assume no one was listening. I'd release my ideas into the void to get the brain bees out, and then when the hyperfixation died, I'd just delete them. But now I know that I'm not just talking to the void anymore, I'm talking to a group of people that are invested in the stories I have to share. Feedback on fics lets authors know that they're good at writing, because they might not know it. I certainly never thought so. Sure, I thought my ideas were cool, but has everyone else I've ranted to about mbs irl thought that? Not exactly. So leave feedback on your favorite fics, go crazy about them. Don't burn yourself out, obviously, but trust me, it will not go unappreciated, especially in a smaller fandom.
52. Do you respond to comments why or why not?
I always try to respond with something. They make me so happy; someone took the time out of their day to say they liked my fic, my ideas, and comment or ask questions about them! It’s a great honor, and thank you all for your lovely comments and feedback!
Finally, the emojis you sent didn't correspond to an ask game, however, I do have one little treat I think you'll like.
As you may be aware, I am writing a secret fan fic for Curio's secret fic gift exchange. I can't promise the fic is at the level of my usual work (as you may have suspected from my lack of SOS updates, I've been quite busy), but I shall try my best. However, what I can promise you is that A) more SOS is coming, and B) regardless of who my gift fic is for, it will include a brief reference or mention of the book "The Little Prince", which I know you are a big fan of. Unfortunately, I can't give any more context beyond that.
Oh, and thank you! I'm glad you like the new username!
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girl4music · 15 days
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I thoroughly believe that the main 2 issues plaguing the TV art/entertainment industry today are representation anxiety and cancellation anxiety.
Representation anxiety is the reason why the quality of the storytelling is suffering.
Cancellation anxiety is the reason why the quality of the production is suffering.
ANXIETY is what is ruining TV show storytelling and producing in general. If people were less anxious about the way the story in a show should or has to go, there would be more focus on what actually matters.
There are so many storytelling and production issues in a show because people are not focussing on the overall experience when creating/watching a TV show. Showrunners/creators are not focussing on it because they’re too anxious about providing the “correct” or “best” or “most palatable” representation because if they don’t provide it, their show will just get cancelled.
Honestly imagine the extreme anxiety a showrunner/creator would feel in this day and age of showmaking.
It is a never-ending loop for them of “I must provide the representation that appeases both the audience and the network alike” and then “if I don’t do this as soon as possible, my show will be cancelled and everybody that depends on me will lose their jobs”.
Show disappoints the network, gets cancelled - which in turn disappoints the audience, stops them from watching anything else like it in case it happens to them again - which then makes the network misjudge it as “this kind of content must not be engaging enough for consumers to invest themselves in” but they throw it out for consumption anyway because quantity over quality even though they’re ultimately going to axe it regardless because “it doesn’t sell.”
And then the whole thing happens all over again. 😩
Sounds to me like they should just have better communication with the showrunners/creators and more faith and trust in what they’re able to deliver.
And maybe once in a while CONSULT THE AUDIENCE themselves. Make them apart of the conversation more than with just the standard lazy feedback questionnaires. I’m pretty fucking sure were a BIG WIG network executive to actually take the time out of their oh so busy work week to talk to us about what it is we want and what we don’t - things would be better for all sides. For the networks, the showrunners/creators+team, and for the customers/consumers.
At the end of the day the people I really feel sorry for regarding this is not us. It’s the showrunners/creators.
I feel so sorry for the producers, writers and directors because I know they’re all running rings around themselves trying to please every fucking body and every complaint from either side goes right to them.
They’re the mimimim wage staff at your favourite restaurant where customers and employers alike yell at them over something they’re personally pissed about but they can’t do anything about it other than offer their sympathies and provide other alternatives.
You think we have it rough as the viewers.
The network thinks they have it rough.
No.
Who has it rough are the showrunners/creators.
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sonnevater · 2 months
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atlas born of storms- an independent, private, highly selective fandomless original character of @mundmutter​​'s novel, the belladonna.  this blog is 18+ only!
affiliated with —- @mundmutter ╱ tba
a study on self-healing, heroism, and learning to love. with influences per usual from the works of j.r.r. tolkien, and a healthy dose of various mythology
worldbuilding. verses (tba). rules under readmore. formerly @hmrtia
➤ other (active) blogs: @titanchaser ╱ @godstrain
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𝐨𝐧𝐞. #SONNEVATER is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for an original character, atlas hawthorne from the original novel the belladonna, written by the lovely kosm!
this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!
𝐭𝐰𝐨. atlas' main ship is with qistina @mundmutter, as their lore is in fact connected!
if other shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.
i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships-
i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives! i am also open to affiliates!
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. all triggers that i can think of will be tagged with #trigger. please DO tag #trypophobia for me. let me know if you need something specific tagged
𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:
with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.
𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i am all over the place and need to learn to time manage.
and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!
also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).
𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).
please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!
on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy, i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.
mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!
i look forward to writing with you!
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titanchaser · 3 months
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𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙉 of 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵 & 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵. by percival (he/him, 30+)
𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 [ . . . ] learning to let go / man vs. machine / looking back, looking forward / healing the soul / finding your treasure
public v. private info ╱ verses ╱ about ╱ his team ╱ tba
affiliated with [ . . . ] @rotharvest , @griefurias, @aetherceuse , @moonkssd , @directorstarfall , @fightingstargirl , tba
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𝐨𝐧𝐞. #TITANCHASER is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for arven of the pokemon franchise. except imagine it's actually written in the style of the final season of yu-gi-oh 5Ds (arc cradle / iliaster) ... among other franchises lmao.
due to the fact that i am OLD, this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!
on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out! please tag #trypophobia for me!
𝐭𝐰𝐨. idk arven is an upperclassman at a goddamn college (21), but shipping isn't my main concern here. anyway there's nothing with any muse under 18 obviously, and arven won't be going for anyone too far above his age range, either!
i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though!
i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:
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with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.
𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i run @godstrain and some others too. i am in and out of other fandoms, but i am trying to focus on a smaller group of things for my own sanity.
and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!
also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).
𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).
please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!
on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy. i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.
mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!
i look forward to writing with you!
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curseofpower · 5 months
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Blog Tag List & About->
myartGD: My Ganondorf doodles.
zeldafic preview: Screencaps of my fanfictions. Sometimes with links to the fics but usually not. Some aren't even posted in full anywhere.
personal hc & hc: Ganondorf & Gerudo headcanons either mine or ones I agree with.
Q&A: asks.
Ganondorf: Old tag for original posts, but still functions the same.
Personal Post: self explanatory.
I also tag ships and nsfw. So block tags accordingly.
General Info about me:
0. I'm a 33 y/o bisexual man. You may call me Ben. Or Kale. However... my real initials actually are GD as shown on whatever fanart I post here.
1. I literally will ship Ganondorf with anyone for any reason. I'm not a diehard shipper of anything. I believe in ship and let ship. Staying in your own lane. Etc. If you think people deserve harassment over fiction then block me. You're literally lower than dog shit in my eyes and I want nothing to do with you.
2. I write action, horror, smut/slow burn or various combos thereof, but my drawings don't really ever go beyond suggestive, if that. Here's a post about what you can/cannot expect in my fanfics, and what I probably generally prefer to read.
3. I will not engage with people who only want to fight, argue, or debate. I don't have the energy or the time.
4. Genuine questions and other banter are always welcome, however, even if I'm slow as molasses when it comes to answering it sometimes. Ask box is always open, so are messages.
5. I'm chronically ill (autoimmune) and mentally ill (cptsd among a host of others), which I only mention because this sometimes causes me to lose control and write something stupid on here, makes me lose my memory, or makes me disappear for days as I am sick or going through a reclusive phase. Not disclosing specifics as I'm not comfortable doing so... just know these are all unfortunately serious conditions.
6. I know a lot about Ocarina of Time and Wind Waker, which is my favorite game of the series. Those are my focuses here. I'm not interested in talking about totk in a positive light or usually at all. But I know pretty much everything lore wise anyway. I've played MM third most and the others (2D ones) I only played for the gameplay alone. My favorite of those being ALttP.
7. Feedback on my stories or art is always welcome. I post to give back to the community and feedback lets me know if I'm succeeding.
8. I generally suck at keeping in touch. Just know if we talked, I liked you, I definitely still like you even if I'm quiet for a long while. It's not your fault. I'm just very sick.
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warriorteam1924 · 2 years
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First times
Feat John Deacon
Author note : Hello my beauties. here I am for day 5 of Deaky’s 71th birthday. I’m not following any prompts, it’s just birthday themed. I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes. this is also inspired by the song by Ed Sheeran, First Times. 
Side note : This one is special given the tone I decided to use, but also, I would like to thank a special someone. This someone has greatly inspired me with this piece, as he always does. I’m not sure he wants his name in here, but my sweetheart, this one was also possible thanks to you and your idea. Thank you 💖💜
Warnings : none really, just my awful writing.... 
Summary : John ponding about his first times....
Words count : 1,371 words
Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose  @orionis8689 @queenlover05​ (communicate with me regarding tagging please)
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As he usually does, John Deacon wakes up early. Earlier than anyone else in the house. And today is a special day, since it’s his birthday. So the whole family has gathered around the patriarchal figure he now is. He makes sure to step out of the bed very quietly, since he doesn’t want to wake his wife up.
 As silent as he can be, he carries on his way through the house. In the corridor, he can hear some loud snores and sometimes, what appear to be more like heavy breaths. Everyone is peacefully sleeping. Dawn is slowly showing up as he looks at the windows. The day promises to be lovely, a sunny summer day, like the ones they love to have in Britain. Everyone will be happy to enjoy the garden. 
 And surely he will too, but on his own for now. He knows his wife doesn’t like it when he smokes inside (or when he smokes at all), so he thinks about this alone time opportunity to get out a bit, feeling the fresh air on his cheeks.
 He walks in the garden, the morning dew wetting his slippers. He searches his pocket, taking his cigarette pack and his lighter. He slowly heads to the swing seat and lets out a sigh as he sits. A butterfly catches his attention as he softly pushes on his feet for the swing seat to move.
 71. He cannot believe he is 71 today. Does he feel old? He isn’t really sure. He is a father, a grandfather as well now. But he doesn’t feel like being 71 makes him officially old. He feels way older than when his own father left this world though. 
 He smiles as he thinks about this number, and suddenly, considers 71 the other way around. 17. Oh, boy, he was 17 an eternity ago. Young, so young, with so many projects.  
 In 1968, the Beatles were releasing their ‘White Album’, and he was already bass player for the band Opposition. Well, it was the band Art, then.
 What would 17 years old John Deacon think about the life that was waiting for him? As he was still softly swinging on his seat, John wonders. All the first time he’s seen, and all the things he’s done. And the things he’s stopped doing.
 What would 17 years old John think about him moving to London a couple of years later, and soon joining the band Queen? This definitely was a life change. The first time he actually met Freddie Mercury, Brian May and Roger Taylor comes to mind as well. 
 Then the first time he laid his eyes upon the person who would become his beloved wife. The first time their lips touched, the first time he felt like this was real love and not just a flirt. Their first night together also, passionate, loving. Discovering the other’s body with such tenderness and an endless affection. 
 Their first kid, and then all the first times he saw his five other children. 17 years old John would surely have been frightened if he was to know all of this in advance. John was also scared when his family became what it is now, but he also knew that he was just where he was meant to be.
 John carries on recalling his professional career with Queen as well, since it’s also been a massive part of his life. Music has always been a big part of his life, with young John Deacon learning how to play the guitar and then the bass guitar. As he thinks back, he isn’t sure 17 years old John knew how much of an impact it would have on his life.
 The first time he actually went on stage with the band Queen. Brian and Roger had known each other for a long time, it had seemed so easy for them. As for Freddie, he was born a performer, nothing ever seemed to scare him when he was in front of a crowded audience.
 He recalls his first time in a recording studio, experimenting everything, making art perhaps, more than actually making music. He smiles as he thinks about his studies and how his skills regarding engineering helped him build his own amp. It was the first time he was actually able to build something from A to Z. He also recalls the first song he ever wrote for Queen, and the embarrassment he still feels when he thinks about it. How come the rest of the band agreed for such a song to appear on their album….? This will surely remain a mystery.
 A slight breeze caresses his skin, as the sun slowly begins to rise in the horizon. Those are the first rays of the day and here he is, witnessing this. He sweetly sighs, but lets his thoughts carry on wandering.
 Queen…. It was also the name of their first album. Would 17 years old John Deacon think of this as a great accomplishment? An achievement that would lead the band to more albums….
 Music and recording albums also meant making actual gigs. The first ones were in London, then there were other dates in Britain. And soon, as the audience was carrying on showing support, their tours started to happen all around the world. He also remembers how embarrassed he was during the first interview, wondering how Freddie was handling this so easily.
 What would 17 years old John Deacon think about Japan? He recalls the first time he was in the Land of the Rising Sun, and how amazed he was. The geishas, the blossoming trees, the tea, the kabuki, the sushis…. And the massive support from the audience. It was another world, another time.
 Queen was his family, maybe some kind of a mistress for some, regarding his kids, his blood and flesh. Being part of his own family was hard, but he had always made sure to be there, being the best father he could be, given the circumstances. He recalls the first night he spent on the sofa, after an argument with his wife. But he remembers as well the first time he apologized to her and how making up after a fight sex was. He still has a smile on his lips, but this time, it’s cheekier.
 Would have 17 years old John Deacon ever consider playing Wembley? Maybe it was an unachievable dream for the shy teenager he was, and yet he did it. The first night the band played in Wembley was just incredible, and John wonders if he will ever be able to forget about it. It seems engraved in his brain, just like so many other memories. 
 He then thinks about the first time he released the Magic tour would be their last, with Freddie getting sicker and sicker. Tears form in his eyes as he thinks about the first time he played with Brian and Roger, but without Freddie. He remembers when he thought his musical career was over, since for him, it was no longer Queen without Freddie.
 He ponders about his retirement as well. He took a step back from the music industry 25 years ago, while he had spent almost 30 years being a musician.  
 Would 17 years old John Deacon consider stopping his career like this, almost fully interrupting any form of musical creativity? How would he compare his active time in the industry to his retirement? He wonders.
 There are things he misses about music and being creative like he was. But there are inconveniences he clearly doesn’t miss.
 His train of thoughts is interrupted, as he hears noises coming from the house. The family is slowly waking up it seems, getting ready for a family breakfast. It’s time to get back inside and spend time with them. John takes his cigarette pack and his lighter, realizing he didn’t even smoke his morning cigarette. Maybe he doesn’t need them anymore, maybe he should throw them away when he gets back inside.
 After all, today he is 71 years old. And just like 17 years old John Deacon, he is aware he still has a million more first times to witness.
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cherokeegal1975 · 11 months
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Amazon.com: Eden Symbiotic: 9781493766444: Smith, Meriah Renna: Books
Unexpected Cargo: Smith, Meriah: 9781537355238: Amazon.com: Books
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Even though they aren't perfect, I believe in both novels. As in, I think they're good and worth reading even though they're not perfect. I know they need editing, I can't do anything about it until I can find a job with living wages that I can actually keep.
As far as the art journals...well they're not terrible, but I could do better now that I have a better idea of what they look like in person. I just keep them there because I worked on them. Might never make another art journal for sale ever again because these two never sell and I can see why. Such things would hold interest only to myself anyway. I dream of making another journal, even a photo album, but never for sale again. In my opinion, they both rate a "meh" but the books are worth remaking again with needed corrections just so I can have my works in print in pride of place on my bookshelf.
The point of this is that yes, I want to let you know that these books exist. But since I've been making a lot of noise about my audiobook for Unexpected Cargo, you might thing all I was into was mpreg. So not true! It's just something on the side and I did write a strait up sci-fi fantasy novel with none of that in it. It was my passion project years in the making. I've partly outgrown it, but I'm still fond of it.
I don't have an audio for Eden Symbiotic...well, not a full one anyway. Just for the first chapter. Never went farther than that.
Warts and all, I think both Eden Symbiotic and Unexpected Cargo are worth your money. In fact, if I sell enough copies, I could use my earnings to hire an editor.
I bet that once fixed up, both would make good movies or miniseries. Having seen a lot of movies, TV shows and read a lot of books, I can be confident that my judgement is correct. Even Unexpected Cargo, which I happen to know is a bit weird. I guess that's what happens when I let an online dumpster dive inspire me.
Did you also notice that I was openly saying that not all my books are worth your money? I'm my own worst critic. I let it drive me to strive for better quality works instead of letting it drag me down. I know how good I am...most of the time. Still, honest feedback from more objective people is always appreciated and welcome. It gives me a better perspective and I learn useful things from them.
As near as I can tell, I match Anne McCaffery...or come close to being as good as her works. If I pit myself against someone one like Diana Gabbledon in her Outlander series, she'd kick my ass.
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cruelsister-moved2 · 1 year
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like i was literally reading this book throwing out descriptions of flies eating the bogeys out of people's noses and stuff and thinking hmmm maybe I'm just like too offended by this and that's the POINT! but it carried on in a way that was so like intrusive upon anything else in the text, and then I remembered reading human acts by han kang which is easily more grotesque and some pages I literally had to stop reading for a bit but is executed so masterfully and meaningfully (in relation to the text; obviously the whole point is that a lot of the violence is meaningless and shocking and confusing) but i couldnt for the life of me figure out why any of these descriptions were being used (so excessively to the point I was just tuning it out anyway) in this book except for I guess the writer thought it sounded cool and #realism and her university classmates told her the sentences were well crafted in peer feedback or whatever?? and at that point I was like wait maybe I actually do know how to read intelligently and this book might be subpar is that SO hard to believe? the way my brains instinctive response is to assume no one (except me) is capable of making bad art girl you are insane
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