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baby-yongbok · 4 months

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Boyfriend!Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

⇝ Genre: Angst then Smut then angst again. Dirty Drama.

⇝ Summary: We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

⇝ Warnings: Cheating , Arguing/Yelling, Dry Humping, Crying, Hyunjin is toxic - the manipulative type. (I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything!)

⇝ Word Count: 2.9k

⇝ A/N: I'm sorry in advance. I live for the drama, I'm so so sorry. My depresso has been prompting me to write angst and this is what I came up with today. It might be intense? I don't know honestly. All I know is that writing angst makes me happy lol + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ I hope that you enjoy! Please don't hate me 💕

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It started with him forgetting coffee dates. The small chunks of time that the two of you carved out of your day to spend with each other quickly turned into bottled Starbucks drinks and ignored texts while you made your way to work. He said that it was because of his schedule and Hyunjin would never lie to you.

Next were your nightly video calls. The two hours that you’d spend talking about your days and making future plans morphed into double and triple texting him until he replies with a lackluster night time send off and a declaration of love that you have no choice but to imagine leaving his lips. You haven’t heard from him in forever but it’s okay, you can fix this.

You’re an artist, a digital artist for a living but a painter as a hobby. This trait is one of the many things that you and Hyunjin bonded over so when you proposed that the two of you do Paint and Sip dates on Friday nights he was all in. Everything was fine for a couple of weeks, you’d pick the picture and you’d both get to painting while you listen to your shared Spotify playlist. You’d talk and laugh while sipping whatever wine he brought with him, everything was finally feeling normal again but there was one thing that kept bothering you.

His phone.

It kept blowing up, vibrating, dinging and lighting up throughout the night. You’ve always understood that Hyunjin is a busy guy and his friends may need to reach him at odd hours of the night but there was something more to what you saw. He would ignore a message or two from Jeongin or even decline Chan’s calls from time to time but whenever his phone lit up with that damned flower icon he’d drop his brush like his life depended on it.

You figured that as long as he’s here with you everything is fine. You never liked to micro manage and you're not the jealous type so snooping around wasn’t something that you were very into, until he canceled on you. Again. This is the third week that he’s said that something has come up and that he’ll be over at your place late. When you read his text you were already staring at his laptop wondering if it was really necessary to snoop through his cloud and read his texts. Surely he had a reasonable explanation for this right? Hyunjin would never lie to you. Right? You wanted to be right so badly and when you opened the computer, put in his password and clicked on the cloud you found out that you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What are you still doing up?” Hyunjin asked as he tiptoed into your bedroom. You were sitting at your desk with your phone in your hand, staring at your screen.

“How was your night?” You ask as you swipe on your phone, your eyes never leave the screen but Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice.

“It was fine, got a lot done.” He turns towards your closet door but stops when he processes the mess around him. “Are these my clothes?”

“Yeah, you’re going to pack all of that along with whatever else you have around here and you’re going to leave.” He stares at you with pinched brows and then he takes in his scattered belongings again.

“What?”

“You’re going to pack your shit.” You stand from your chair, glaring at him with narrow eyes. “And you’re going to go stay with her.”

You can practically hear him choke on his inhale once your words hit his ear. “Who are you talking about?”

“I can always make time for you just give me the date and the place.” You read from the screenshots illuminating your screen as you stalk towards him. “I hate when you ignore me, you know how much your attention means to me.”

“Stop it.” He turns to face you completely, watching you with worried eyes glazed with guilt.

“It doesn’t matter who I’m seeing, you know that you come first.” You project your voice so that it echoes off of every surface, he doesn’t get to avoid this. “Call me, I need to hear my baby.”

“How did you find those, you -” He sighs as you cut him off, practically yelling the next message.

“You left too many hickies to cover this time, I’ll return the favor on Friday.”

“Enough of that, enough.” His tone tries to match yours but it fails, falling off into a pitiful whisper at the end. “You went through my computer?”

He looks over at you with a cocktail of disbelief and disgust smeared over his features but you’re more than sure that the look on your face has got him beat. “ You’re fucking your ex.”

“It’s not like that, it's -” You cut him off, taking a wide step towards him.

“It’s not like that? You’re begging her for her time. You’re texting her every minute of every day. You’re fucking her and then coming here and fucking me, Hyunjin.”

“I know, okay I get that you’re mad, I’m sorry I just can’t let her go yet. It’s like there’s a piece of me that only she has possession of and no matter how much I try to ignore it I just can’t.” He runs his hands through his hair, his eyes taking in the way that your gaze cuts into him.

“It’s been a year. I’ve been with you for an entire year. When did you have time to start this? How long have you been fucking her?” He shakes his head, turning towards the bedroom door to escape the situation in front of him. You follow hot on his trail, repeating your question. “How long?” You ask over and over until he finally snaps, yelling his answer in the middle of the living room.

“A couple of months, I don’t know five or six? Maybe even seven I don’t fucking know.” You scoff as rage floods through your veins and you pick up the nearest object and chuck it at him with all of the force you can muster. He dodges it easily but he doesn’t have as much luck with the remote that follows the path of the last item. “ Yara, stop it.”

The hiss in his voice turns into a loud gasp once he realizes his mistake. “Excuse me?” He called you by her name. His ex's name.

“Fuck, I- I didn’t mean to call you that, angel, I swear it’s because we’re talking about her. That’s all. You’re not her, you’re so much better I swear. Let’s just - just talk about this okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I want you out of my house, now. I’m done, Hyunjin. I’ve been begging for your attention for months and you’re off giving it to someone who’s using you for sex and attention. I did so much, I’ve done everything, but clearly you love fucking so much that you fucked me over. Are you proud of that shit? Are you happy?” He takes a couple of slow steps over to you as you stand there, chest heaving and heart heavy with the sadness that has allowed your burning anger to be the star of the show until now. Maybe if he shows you that he wants you, maybe if he says that you two can fix this you’ll consider believing him.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of. He’s not at fault for being bound to her so tightly, even if he broke your heart in the process.

“Listen, angel, I love you so much. I want to be with you, I really do, no one else has fought for me and my time like you have. I don’t want to lose that, please let’s just talk about this. I’ll do anything for you, I swear.” Your glare softens, call it wishful thinking or maybe you’re blinded by the desperate burn of love in your chest but you believe him. You believe him just enough to let him splay his long fingers over the curve of your hip and pull you closer to him.

“Why do you need me if you have her?” You stare at the middle of his chest, watching it rise and fall.

“Because you love me in a way that she never could and never will.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple as he brings his other hand to your waist. “She doesn’t see me like you do.”

He kisses over the shell of your ear, making his way down your neck. Your body is pressed against his as his hand kneads at the swell of your ass and he runs his tongue over the sensitive skin of your neck. You exhale heavily, bringing your hands up to rest on his biceps. You want to push him away, you want to get to the bottom of this and talk to him, so why are you pulling him closer? Why are you allowing small moans to leave your lips as he hypnotizes you into forgetting what he’s been doing to you.

“Hyunjin, stop it.” Your voice falters on the last word, giving way to the whimper fighting to escape your throat.

“Push me away.” He whispers into your ear, his soft lips brushing against the shell of it and setting your nerves on fire. “If you mean it then push me away.”

He stops everything, he doesn’t kiss you or squeeze you, you can hear the soft sound of his breathing and feel the gentle beating of his heart as his chest is pressed against your own. You can’t do this, you shouldn’t do this, your brain is screaming at you. You know better than to fall for this, push him away, now. Do it.

“Don’t stop.” Your eyes flutter shut when he squeezes your ass again, pressing your hips into his so that the bulge in his pants pokes your belly button as it twitches in anticipation.

“Say it again.” He plants a whisper of a kiss over your temple. “Say it again, angel, say my name.”

“Don’t stop, Hyunjin, please.” His kisses get sloppier as he gets closer to your lips, he plants a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before catching your lips with his plump ones. You sigh into him, your hands fisting his shirt as your tongue tangles with his. He moans into your mouth, his hands tracing your hips as he takes some steps back, leading you both to the couch.

“Tell me that you forgive me, baby.” He sits once the frame of the couch hits the back of his legs, dragging you down with him so that you're straddling his hips. His bulge pressed firmly into your dripping heat and you can’t help but to grind against him. Before you can settle into a steady rhythm Hyunjin grips your hips, holding you still against him. “Tell me.”

“I forgive you.” You mumble, the words sound just fine when they roll off of your tongue. They taste sweet as you lick your lips, staring into your lover's eyes defeatedly. You’re too deep into the brain fog, too desperate to feel the love that you’ve been chasing for months. You’d say anything just to feel Hyunjin touch you. You’d do anything to keep him here.

“I knew you would.” He smiles up at you, starting to guide your hips against him. You throw your head back, your face contorting into a mask of pleasure. Hyunjin's fingers trace your jawline, sending chills down your spine. You close your eyes, allowing him access to any part of you he desires. “You need me too. Just like I need you, don’t you?”

You nod your head, picking up the rhythm of your hips as he starts to roll into you, matching your pace flawlessly. “I do, oh my god, I missed you.” You babble into the hot air as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. You can feel the night scarf covering your hair slip over the crown of your head and fall to the floor, your unruly hair frames your face and Hyunjin can’t help but to moan at the sight.

“I missed my pretty baby too.” He grunts, eyebrows pinching together as he watches where your clothed cores press into each other. “Oh, fuck, I missed you so much.”

His hands are all over you as you move against him like he’s trying to memorize the pattern of your skin. He’s reintroducing himself with every pulse point that he can reach, lighting every inch of your skin aflame with desire. “Tell me your mine. Tell me you love me, please, please say it.”

“I’m all yours, angel. All fucking yours.” His hips buck up into you as your movements become more sloppy, your climax is dangling right in front of your face. It’s burning in the pit of your stomach, a strangled moan drags from your lips as you get closer to it.

“Again p-please, please, so close ‘s so close Jinnie, again.” Your nails dig into his shoulder, whimpers following your fucked out sentence as your eyes watch Hyunjin. You watch how he bites the tip of his tongue as he gets lost in this bubble of pleasure with you. Your own perfect shield of hot desire.

“I love you.” He moans, throwing his head back against the couch, his grip on your hip tightens. The strength of his grasp is brushing yet delicious. “I’m yours. I’m all -”

The melodic sound of Hyunjin’s phone ringing cut him off before he could finish his sentence. His head snaps up as his eyes widen and he stops moving against you. “Get off.”

You whimper, confused eyes staring down at him through your fucked out fog. “Angel, move.” He pushes you to the side much rougher than he intended and you watch him as he stands quickly, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and swiping the green button immediately.

“Hey.” He clears his throat trying his best to not sound like he was seconds away from coming in his pants. “Yeah I can do that, just give me like twenty minutes, okay?”

You listen, coming out of your haze just enough to process the situation. That ringtone sounded familiar, it’s the one that he always answers… It's her.

“Hyunjin.” You reach forward, grabbing his wrist but he pulls away, glancing back at you for just a second before turning his attention back to the phone call.

“Nothing, that’s no one, I’m on my way.” You scoff, watching as he ends the call and starts to frantically fix his clothes. “I have to go something um - something came up.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Hyunjin ignores you, making his way over to your bedroom with you following close behind, a mirror image of what happened minutes ago. “You’re going to her?

“She said that she needs me and I don’t -”

“You just told me that you were mine. You just said that, Hyunjin.” You grab his wrist, prompting him to turn to you. He stares down at you with furrowed brows and glassy eyes like he’s in a fog, like he’s been hypnotized to follow a specific instruction.

“And you said that you forgive me.” He reaches up to cup your cheek and your body melts into his touch before you can even fully process it. “I’ll be back tomorrow, angel. I’ll be yours tomorrow.”

His touch is gone just as fast as it came, leaving you with an empty ache in your chest as you watch him grab his bag and jacket. You stay rooted in place, feeling like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. “Hyunjin.”

There’s a tremble in your voice as you say his name but he doesn’t seem to mind, it’s like he didn’t even hear you. “I love you.” He leans in to kiss your temple but misses completely, planting a half hearted peck against your hair as he rushes towards the door. You watch as he leaves, quiet and stunned. There are a million thoughts going through your head but you still feel unable to process what had just happened. The sound of the front door closing is what draws you out of your thoughts.

The silence surrounding you allows room for the reality of the situation to echo around you, bouncing off of the walls and drowning you in this painfully unfamiliar feeling in your chest. You take a sharp inhale as tears start to prick at the back of your eyes. What was supposed to be a stable step towards your bed leaves sinking against its frame. You find yourself grasping one of Hyunjin’s shirts on the floor beneath you, your eyes trail from that garment to the next frantically. He’s everywhere. You can smell him, the soft cotton of the shirt makes you feel like you can feel the beating of his heart beneath it. Tears blur your vision as you sob into the fabric, clutching onto it like it’s all that you have left of him. Maybe it is. You gasp, a choked sob struggling past your lips as the true weight of the moment finally settles on your shoulders.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

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sweetiepoison · 1 month

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Famous Baby Blurb (The Night Out)

You threw your head back allowing the shot of vodka to burn as it went down your throat. You giggled leaning forward, placing the glass back down on the table.

“What number is that?” Willy yelled from across the table.

“8?” You questioned turning your head to look at Auston for confirmation.

“No!” He objected. “I think it’s 9.”

“No.” You protested back. “We had four at Mitch and Steph’s, two when we first got here, and then these two.” You gestured down to the four shot glasses on the table.

“Nuh uh” Auston shook his head. “We had one in the car over here too.”

You tried to remember the car ride to the bar but it felt like it was hours ago now and impossible to recall. “It doesn’t matter, we’re still tied.”

“You can’t admit you’re wrong.” Auston crossed his arms, smirking over at you.

“Yes I can.”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re wrong and I’m right.”

“Auston,” you sighed “please just be grateful that I’m even talking to you.”

“You should be the one that’s grateful. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot right now.”

“Enough for your inflated ego to talk about it.”

Auston shrugged pushing your now empty shot glasses to the edge of the table for one of the workers to pick up. “I’m just saying you should feel special.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m (y/f/n) (y/l/n), I don’t need anyone to make me feel special.”

It was now Auston’s turn to roll his eyes, “And I’m the one with the big ego?”

“Talk to me when you’re the number one artist in the world”

“Don’t need to worry about it, I’m the number one hockey player in the world.”

“Were options limited this past year?” Your sarcastic tone and tilt of the head didn’t phase Auston.

“They actually chose me based on my skill, not me performing with autotune and short skirts.”

“Sorry what was that” you cupped your left ear “I couldn’t hear you over my auto tuned song.”

Your song that has sat at the #1 spot on the charts for the past few weeks played through the speakers. It was perfect timing. You never got used to hearing your own voice or watching other people sing along to your words, but it was also the best feeling.

You smirked as Auston got up from the table without another word knowing that you won that conversation. You hummed along as ‘Thank u, next’ slowly faded into another song.

“Here.” Auston returned to the table sitting down another shot in front of you. “To inflated egos.”

You laughed, but raised your glass with his and threw the liquid back down your throat.

The night carried on much like the beginning, but somewhere along the way you lost count of your shots, but it got to a point where you no longer cared. You were beyond drunk, but this was the first time in a while you were actually able to enjoy yourself.

Your world tour was about to start up and you knew this was the only break you’d be having for a while. You planned to leave Toronto the next day, go back home to spend time with your family for a few days and then tour starts.

“She’s hammered.” Justin watched as you swayed to the music, holding onto Steph.

“At least they’re having fun.” Morgan commented, also watching all the girls giggle and dance together.

“How many shots did you guys end up taking?”

“Twelve, but she thinks it’s higher.” Auston explained, “she’s been cut off since midnight, I payed the bartender to replace all of her drinks and shots with water.”

Both Morgan and Justin shared a look and then put their attention onto Auston.

“What?” Auston asked noticing the way they were looking at him.

“That’s just a nice thing to do for someone you hate.” Morgan shrugged not wanting to make it a big deal.

“I figured her getting alcohol poisoning would put a hold on the whole tour thing. Consider it community service.”

“Well, thank you for your service.” Morgan chuckled standing up, “but I’m getting Tessa and we’re going to go home before she damages something.”

As morgan approached the group of girls to grab his wife you all immediately began booing and begging him to let Tessa stay a little longer. When it became clear your pleas weren’t going to work you all made your way back to the group.

You attempted to place your glass down on the table but it slipped out of your hand and landed with a thud on the ground.

“Okay.” Justin picked up the glass. “That’s it your done for the night.”

“No.” You pouted crossing your arms. “I out drank Auston, so now I’m celebrating.” You refused to take no for an answer leaning across the table to grab another glass.

“Nope.” Auston picked up the glass before you could reach it.

“Auston.” You glared at him from across the table.

“You won, there’s nothing else to prove, time to go home.” Auston leaned back, knowing there would be no argument and that his word would be final.

“Don’t talk to me like im a child.”

“Then stop acting like one.”

“Justin.” You huffed and turned too quickly toward your best friend causing you to stumble, but the mishap didn’t stop you, “Tell Auston to shut up.”

But before he could respond Morgan and Tessa were back, “We have a problem. Papparazi are outside and they aren’t leaving until you two come out. Morgan pointed toward you and Justin.

“She can’t even walk straight right now.” Justin pointed at you leaning against the table for support.

“Okay then what do we do because we have about 30 minutes until this place closes.” Willy reminded all of you looking down at his watch.

“I can call and get one of my guys to pick us up out front.” Justin gestured between himself and Hailey. “But I’m not letting her go out there like this.” He gestured toward you.

“Tell Mike to come around to the back.” Auston learned your drivers name from earlier when he dropped you all off at the bar. You insisted he take you, not trusting anyone else. “I’ve got an idea.”

Once the plan was set into place, Morgan, Tessa, Mitch, Steph, Willy, and a few of the younger guys all left first. Justin and Hailey prepared to leave next, preparing you as well without you knowing.

“Trust me. You guys go out the front and at the same time I’ll take her out the back, they’ll never know.” Auston reassured Justin.

“She’s gonna fight you, once she realizes what’s going on.”

“I can handle her.”

As Justin and Hailey walked toward the front door you frowned realizing that they were actually leaving not going to get another round like you thought.

Auston picked you up and placed you over his shoulder before you could react. You immediately began hitting his back and yelling at him to put you down. He got you to the back where Mike was waiting and placed you in the car getting in after.

“Don’t ever do that again!” You yelled stressing the first two words.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.” Auston put his hands up in defense.

“First off, I dont need you man handling me to get me out of a bar!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air, “Secondly, why did you wake him up?” Your finger flew toward the front seat.

Mike had been working as your driver since the beginning and more often than not where you went he followed. However, you never liked to make him stay up late just for you.

“You couldn’t stand up straight, let alone walk.” Auston fired back his voice also rising to match yours. “And it was either wake him up or your picture would be on the front page of every magazine tomorrow morning, drunk and stumbling.” Auston didn’t expect you to be overjoyed with how things went down, but he didn’t intend for you to be so ungrateful.

You knew you were wrong, but being stubborn was something you were good at. And you weren’t ready to apologize yet, so you crossed your arms and shifted your body so you were facing the window.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or all the bumps in the Toronto streets but you soon began to feel sick.

“Mike, can I please have a bag?” You asked waiting for the plastic bag to be handed back. As soon as it was you were throwing up into it.

You felt hands that could only belong to Auston bundle your hair into a ponytail as he held it out of your face. You wished you only got sick once, but unfortunately it was three more times before you sat back up. You tied up the bag and placed it on the ground and wiped your mouth.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as Auston let go of your hair and sat back in his seat.

“Don’t mention it.” He replied. The car fell back into silence and that’s how it remained for the rest of the drive.

The next morning you left Toronto very early, but not before you dropped off a gift at Scotiabank arena. Auston arrived to afternoon practice expecting it to be a tough one, but what he didn’t expect was the envelope waiting in his locker for him. It was blank except for one sentence ‘thank you and I’m sorry’

He opened up the envelope and smiled at the contents. Inside were six vip tickets to your show in Arizona along with backstage passes.

It was over three months ago when Auston explained that his little cousins loved you and wanted to attend your concert but it sold out before they could buy tickets, of course this admission was also followed by a jab about him not understanding why anyone would want to see you. But you remembered the conversation and figured it was the start to an apology.

He tucked the envelope into his bag and sent you a quick text. ‘Thanks, I’ll see you in Arizona’

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gougarfem · 4 months

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how was the process of getting a dumbphone!

oh my god this is something i'm so excited to talk about, sorry it took me so many months to respond!

getting a dumbphone improved my quality of life so so much. i knew my screentime was high, but didn't realise it was a genuine psychological addiction until i quit. the first few days were extremely rough. time seemed to pass about ten times slower, and i was forced to fill the hours with various hobbies and activities. i know we all love to tell people to touch grass, but i really did have to connect with nature and it did wonders for my mental health.

i think for the first three days i was constantly restless and horribly irritable, looked around for my phone every few minutes, felt intense boredom and even cried a few times lol. your addiction may not be as extreme as mine was and this varies from person to person. however, after about a week i realised i remembered everything i'd done each day, because it was filled with intentional activities and little moments of peace rather than a blur of scrolling. i also wasn't on adhd meds yet, which is something i'll talk about in another post.

not having everything at your fingertips is uncomfortable, but (and it's a cliche) you really start to appreciate the world around you more. i looked forward to spending time with my family, because it filled time and i wasn't half-involved in my phone the entire time. i use an mp3 player to listen to music, and uploading music to it is a meaningful and interesting activity, rather than just shuffling a playlist. i listen to whole albums instead of being flooded with dopamine from spotify firing recommended songs at me. i appreciate music more, i make CDs for friends, i have to be intentional in discovering new artists and music. if i'm having an interesting conversation online, i look forward to going home and logging onto my laptop to continue it. i don't spend my commute, time in class, or time with friends texting somebody else. everything feels more intentional, spaced out, and interesting, even the things i do online.

i also found i stopped performing in every activity i did. i stopped thinking about whether i could post it to instagram or instantly send a picture in a discord server. i started picking up new hobbies for myself, not for an online audience, and living in the moment more. this is really important in the modern age, although again uncomfortable.

the best part was how my connections with others increased through having a dumbphone. i started calling friends rather than messaging on five platforms at once, and they started reciprocating. my message threads are continuous, coherent conversations, rather than sending memes. people realised they have to intentionally reach out to me, and i lost relationships with people who weren't interested in that, but strengthened connections with people who did put in the effort (many of whom i barely talked to in the past). i give people my phone number, not my social media handle, and they actually start conversations with me rather than hitting follow. i get to hear my friends' voices when they have drama to share and realise it takes me forever to type on my flip phone keyboard. again, everything is intentional, takes time, and richer than when i had a smartphone.

i genuinely would recommend it to absolutely everyone (i've kind of become like a crossfit guy in telling people to get a dumbphone lol). i won't pretend it's easy, and most people make excuses - for the first few months of having a dumbphone, i was bedbound or in hospital, and truly relied on online connections to pass time and communicate. it still hugely improved my life. however, no matter your situation there are always, always better options than scrolling an app, and you deserve to pass your time in a memorable way. i think most people don't realise they're addicted/reliant on smartphones, and the idea of quitting is horribly uncomfortable, but at least for me, the benefits were worth it.

i'm happy to answer any questions, i literally could talk about this topic for hours (even if it's stuff like "how would i use x app" "how would i replace x smartphone function").

ditch your smartphone babe, u deserve better <33

#asks #hystericelle #dumbphone #phone addiction

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gamergirl-niffler · 3 months

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Dating game that surprised me... A lot!

Recently I started to play a mobile game called "Love & deep space" and I need to admit it - This game really surprised me.

When my ex-friend showed me this game, all I saw was: dating, pretty 3D, Korean looking men. I told her it's pretty and didn't think much of it because it wasn't out yet.

Few days ago while trying to get up from bed in the morning I suddenly remembered about this game and I decided to check if it's out. It was, so I downloaded it and started playing.

At the very beginning, the game was just a pretty looking game. I need to say that wasn't ready for the kinda limited but nice character creator (no possibility to change chair color & length - only available in photo booth option) and a voice modification option.

Main character looks pretty!

I just played through the story and my jaw honestly dropped when my game suddenly flipped to the side for a fighting section of the game

I was not ready, BUT I quite enjoyed it. Fighting reminds me about Genshin on mobile, dodge, tap, tap, tap, be careful of your health, etc.

Fighting parts aren't THAT hard, but at the same time you need to upgrade your cards and add things to them to make them stronger. Pretty basic stuff.

There are lots of fight related activities that give really nice rewards and drop materials needed to making your team stronger.

NOW THE BEST PART! - THE MEN!

Game has three love interests

Xavier - The sleepy boy

Zayne - The doctor

Rafayel - The artist

Each of them have his place in the story, and each is so much more than he looks like at the very beginning.

I honestly love Rafayel, maybe because he is an artist... he is also a little annoying, but it's also kinda sweet. I have the most memories with him and the highest lvl.

Furthermore, I love how going through the main story isn't the only way to interact with them. The game provides lots of options to spend time with them and learn new stuff about them.

You can go hunt for plushies in a claw machine or play a game that is like tic-tac-toe but with cats and cards, or you can take a photo with them. One of my many favourite things, I mean LOOK:

(in order, I mentioned them before)

I love it because in this mode you can actually REALLY change your MC's look, which is wonderful! You can change your hair length, color, change make up, outfit and add accessories. Also, you pick poses and background. You also can do pics of your MC, just him or couple pics or mix of everything!

Of course, the main story isn't the only thing, there are also plenty of 'side mini stories' that are unlocked by getting specific memories.

THE LAST THING, I TRULY FALL IN LOVE WITH!

I am a sucker for ASMRs, especially the ones with my favorite characters. I can spend HOURS listening to those.

This game has something similar! You unlock specific audios by obtaining the right memories.

There are two versions - the first version is more of a story thing so you can listen, but it has "subtitles" that describe what MC says and what is happening. You don't have to, but yeah, it's a bit hard to imagine what's exactly happening sometimes.

But the other version... ooooh the other version. It's made to be JUST listen to! No subtitles or anything, just... listen and enjoy what you hear

In summary:

I really fall in love with this game. It's so much more than I expected it to be. It offers a lot of rewards and makes it easy to obtain decent cards without throwing your real money away. Sure, it's gacha game, but it's not as annoying as it could be. Sure, you still can spend money for it if you want extra features, but if you look for a game that isn't just about spending your money, it's a good pick.

Animations look nice, cards are pretty, voice acting is good, story is ok I'd say.

As for me, it's a good game! I am recommending it! A lot!

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #app recommendation #mobile game recommendation #recommendation

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osaemu · 3 months

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mini-announcement, i probably won't be posting/interacting over the weekend because i have a big tournament and i'll be spending time with my team !! just a heads up in case you're wondering why i haven't replied to you or your ask yet :,) sorry about that 🤍

cw: discourse under the cut.

i didn't want to have to make this post, but lately i've been receiving a lot of anonymous asks about a certain blog and unfortunately, it's gotten to a point where i feel like i have to address it. don't take this post as being hateful in any way—this is just something i just wanted to get off my chest. this isn't a big deal, so no reblogs either, thanks.

the bottom four asks all came within a span of five minutes, so i think it's a reasonable assumption to make that they were all sent by the same person. as for who that is, i'll get into that at the end of the post.

but first of all, i can say without a doubt that i have a personality of my own. case closed. nobody's actually said how we're similar in any way, so i'll assume these are all from no-lifes who couldn't find anything better to hate on.

second of all, my netflix banner was actually inspired by another blog, who i won't namedrop for the sake of their peace. and either way, our banners don't even look similar, nor do either of us own netflix. x x

and finally, those are actually the two most braindead asks i've ever received. are we copyrighting letters now? does anyone own the letter e?

don't compare blogs/writers—it's never ended well, and it never will.

even after getting these asks, i still didn't say anything about it because.. i don't really care. everyone's entitled to their own opinion, and what you think of me is up to you.

moving on, i think tee left tumblr sometime in between that time and now, and i was told by a mutual that i was mentioned within the post. if i'm being completely honest, i didn't read all of it because we have each other blocked anyways and it was a lot to read through.. so i skimmed over the bit about me, but didn't really see anything of interest, which is why i didn't address it.

i also had anons on at the time, and i did think it was interesting how i didn't receive a single ask about tee from then up until today, about a month later. up until a couple hours ago, i hadn't even thought about her because, again, i don't care. this is tumblr dot com, not my love life. most of the drama here is over pixels anyways, so i don't waste my day thinking about it.

neither of these are particularly interesting, but the fact that you weirdos are still associating me with someone who i'm not even mutuals with is.. not to my liking.

idk what false accounts the second anon's talking about, because i don't go looking for drama. if you need proof, here's how many sideblogs i have... (click the image)

zero!

as for the idea that i'm jealous of tee, i'm perfectly fine with the amount of followers i have now. i've always been open about my satisfaction with my interaction rates, and that hasn't changed.

and obviously, tee's a good writer—when have i ever said otherwise? if it was based solely off of writing, i would say that she deserves every single one of her followers, maybe even more. i don't think anybody on this app would disagree with me when i say that she's genuinely one of the best fanfic writers i've come across.

however, i won't support someone just because i like their content. i've stopped listening to many artists because i didn't like who they were as a person, and similarly, once i read the reblogs on a certain callout post, i stopped consuming tee's content as well.

there's a reason i avoided making this post in the past—because i don't really have anything to say. tee and i have never had a directly negative interaction, as i'm sure you all can see in her archival post. the reason i don't support her anymore is because i didn't particularly like how she never spoke up about her followers sending death threats to other followers. that's it.

while i have my guesses as to who sent those anons, i don't care enough to find out. and i think it's better that way. this conflict's been dragged on for long enough, and this is my way of saying that i'd like to be excluded from this narrative from now on.

tee, if someone sends you this post at some point, feel free to contact me if you'd like to clear anything up. we're both adults, and i think we can agree that nothing monumental has happened between us to cause any of this. honestly, the only people dragging this on are the weirdo anons in my inbox.

to whoever's reading this post, thank you for listening to my side of the story—it was nice to be able to get this off my chest. wish me luck at my tournament, and i'll be back after the weekend !! 🤍

#sabs posts!#cw discourse #mutuals can ask for my discord in dms btw <3

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pristinekanesays · 1 year

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🦋 Life Is Strange: Relationship Headcanons.

🦋 some short headcanons on what it's like in a relationship with my six favourites :)

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: cheesy romantic stuff, swearing, jealousy, insecurities and toxic relationships (nathan)

🎧A/N: I send these out faster than my brain can handle, I have no idea why it hasn't turned to pure dust yet.

🦋Chloe Price:

🤍Wacky, trashy dates that don't cost a ton of money, she definitely cannot afford to go to super expensive places so the junkyard, train tracks and just simply walking about late at night is the best you're gonna get.

🤍On one date, she bought/possibly stole this tacky little lighthouse figure for you so you could put it nearby and when you see it, you'll automatically think of her.

🤍She was SO nervous asking you out even if you guys were super close, like shaking and fidgeting with her hands type of nervous.

🤍Offers to paint your nails sometimes but she literally only owns black nail polish, so you'll have to make do.

🤍She totally believes she's a badass 100%, I'd be lying if I said she hasn't climbed through your window at least once.

🤍Jealous? She's in the middle, she trusts you but is also scared some dickhead is gonna get the wrong idea.

🍂Kate Marsh:

🤍She seems like she'd enjoy those cute little picnic dates or movie nights, as long as it's not a horror movie. Kate can't cope when she's watching ANYTHING horror-wise, she's holding onto your arm the whole time.

🤍She'll buy you a small gift here and there but she also likes sketching you or painting your favourite place to go together, she's pretty artistic.

🤍If you couldn't tell already, she ADORES you, she could literally spend hours just looking at you.

🤍When she finally confesses to you, she cries happy tears and stares at you in pure disbelief as if she's just waiting for you to tell her it's a prank or somethin'.

🤍Kate trusts you entirely and knows you won't just leave her, not after all the things you guys have gone through together.

📷Max Caulfield:

🤍You have to be on pretty good terms with Chloe, she's literally Max's best friend. As long as you aren't a major asshole, you'll be fine.

🤍She takes photos of you, so many photos. Photos at the beach, photos at the diner, photos of you half asleep, photos of you in a banana costume that one halloween, photos of you brushing your teeth.

🤍It's like dating your best friend, even if you guys weren't that close when you first met, you are now motherfucker!

🤍Max can't cook, at all. Do not expect anything other than burnt grilled cheese or off-brand cereal if you were to ever get anything breakfast-wise.

🤍If you can cook then, oh boy! She will definitely refer to you as her beloved private chef with a huge grin on her face.

🤍Max thinks being jealous is for cheesy middle schoolers, she doesn't really care.

🎭Rachel Amber:

🤍Oh my god, she fucking loves you. In her eyes, you're literally an angel with wings that she scored with pure luck, she 100% hangs out with you nearly all time and is a little paranoid that something could happen to you out of the blue.

🤍Expensive gifts, you're literally collecting them from her at this point. On your birthday, she read out a poem she wrote herself with dramatics and all.

🤍She has to be really close with you to fall genuinely head over heels so, well done!

🤍Unlike Max, Rachel can actually cook like she could serve up a whole 5 star, three course meal with rarely any effort.

🤍She has a box under her bed which is just full of photos and sketches of the both of you.

🤍It's in Rachel's blood to be..a little jealous, she'd be broken if you were to just lose interest in her completely.

🎬Victoria Chase:

🤍Shocker but you HAVE to get along with Nathan, or somehow tolerate him but I can understand how that could be hard.

🤍Victoria is so damn wealthy and is nearly always buying you cute little necklaces or expensive ass things to put in your room, she loves going on dates with you but she'll freak out if anyone sees you together in public and you aren't nearly as popular as her.

🤍She also takes photos of you a lot, she has a weird nerdy side that only you and Nathan really know about.

🤍If she's open about your relationship, she definitely posts those cheesy middle-school posts about you and refers to you as `her light, her inspiration and the moon to her sun` she 100% sees herself as the sun because she's bright and fun and you're just you.

🤍Victoria gets jealous SO easily. She has to bite her tongue to stop her from saying something she shouldn't sometimes, she'll just look at you with an annoyed ass look on her face if you're doing something she doesn't like.

🎮 Warren Graham:

🤍Ever stayed up till 4:30AM playing shitty ass multiplayer games with snacks in your lap like you need junk food to survive? Well, now you'll be doing that all the time with him! He seriously won't give up and he's the first person to let you know when the new game you guys have been wanting to buy is on sale.

🤍He's a dork but he's a dork that helps you with studying when you need it, he's already outside your door before you can even pick up your phone to text him.

🤍You know those zodiac tiktoks kids make? Yeah, he'll have a fucking fit if they're not accurate and he seriously believes those but will pretend he doesn't.

🤍He'll maybe buy you a cheap ass video game here and there but other than that he'll probably just write you a little love letter and slide it under your door which is SO fucking cute.

🤍Warren can get jealous sometimes and I feel like he'd be kind of insecure about if he's a good boyfriend or not.

🧨Nathan Prescott:

🤍If I'm being honest, it isn't the healthiest relationship exactly and he freaks the fuck out if you stop replying to his texts suddenly because he needs your attention constantly.

🤍He's terrified that you'll get fed up of his shitty behaviour and bail, so he's constantly trying to make it up to you. He'll buy you a new camera, expensive equipment or just blow up your phone if that doesn't work.

🤍He'd be open about your relationship depending on your popularity and if you're a guy or not, he's still probably going through some denial but he still loves you the same even if he's a complete asshole.

🤍Nathan suffers from really bad nightmares and without warning you'll just wake up to him shuffling around your room in the middle of the night and then ask if he can stay over but pretend he didn't the next day, even though it keeps happening nearly every night.

🤍So jealous, like really jealous, he wants you to only have eyes for him and is a sucker for your attention only.

#🤍kane's headcanons #nathan prescott x reader #kate marsh x reader #victoria chase x reader #max caulfield x reader #chloe price x fem!reader #rachel amber x reader #warren graham x reader #lis headcanons #life is strange headcanons

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theladyofrosewater · 11 days

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Okay the video game poll is over and idk if people went with their actual favorite or just whatever game they had heard of bcs the botw/skyrim option won so for every option that got more than one vote I'll describe what I think that game would be like in order of how many votes it got.

OPEN WORLD STYLE ADVENTURE 36.4%: You play as Irene's reincarnation and wake up outside of Phoenix Drop with no memory of who you are and after the tutorial section of phoenix drop you're basically on you're own to somehow defeat the big bad Shad, however you get a special ending if you beat the game in under two hours and use batshit tactics you can technically customize your character but it's only hairstyles and tattoos. There WOULD be a speedrun based on who could place something weird like a bomb or a pumpkin on the Irene statue in Scaleswind

STORY BASED JRPG 18.2%: I've never played a jrpg I'll be honest but Jess stole a lot of stuff from final fantasy anyway! might as well complete the circle. But one thing I image is that defeating the jury of nine and the high priest is the main goal with Katelyn being the only recrutable one. 22% of the game is just sorting gear bcs the game has lootflation. 50% is just putting your guards in pretty outfits. the rest is side quests.

MINECRAFT MOD PACK 15.2%: Okay we could totally do this ourselves in fact people have tried I'm pretty sure, the hardest part would be making the map and making sure the NPCs functioned normally but you'd basically just play through MCD with all the mods jess used (with more quest markers to keep you on track) I imagine it would only go up to half a season at a time though just to keep track of everything and make it less cluttered.

BASICALLY JUST STARDEW BUT BETTER COMBAT 10.6%: exactly what it says on the tin. It's Stardew but you're the lord instead of the farmer. You can pick which village you choose to rule and you get a different story/marriage candidates depending on each one. The combat comes from battle campaigns technically doesn't have an end since Stardew can go on forever.

VISUAL NOVEL 9.1%: Just the normal story of diaries with maybe a bit of puzzle solving to spice up gameplay, It would be a comic book art style and different chapters would have a new art style for tone purposes+ hiring more artists and would only have like three endings plus a secret forth one for 100% completing it.

HADES-STYLE ROGUE-LIKE 3%: I'm surprised not a lot of people picked this option but IMAGINE IT. You play as Laurance and you've gotten better at resisting the call and so you set out to escape Shad's domain but have to battle limitless foes and keep fighting the call at every step of the way. succumbing to the call makes you start over but you won't give up! The bosses would be other shadow knights, maybe Gene, Sasha and Zenix to replace the furies. Zane and Janus(shush I know he's not one but I needed a second person) could replace Theseus and the Minotaur and Shad would obviously replace the final boss. Vylad could probably replace Thanatos or something too.

DATING SIM BUT CURSED 3%: You are Irene Aphmau and you absolutely MUST pick someone to spend the rest of time with! except it resets if you don't pick right, it resets and resets and resets. but if you do pick right they keep dying, and dying, and dying. and even if you change everything they keep dying and dying andyingandying-

#theladyofrosewater #minecraft diaries #mcd #aphblr #if I knew how to code/had the motivation I would probably make one #alas I am so shitty at coding and finishing long term projects #can you tell I have ideas

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Excuse me, may I ask you a question?

I was really wondering how you are still friends with the artist named snow124? They are so talented and high amount of sasunarusasu community loves their art but once i saw their very rude and unsympathetic behavior because of my reposting their fan work on instagram, but that was one year ago. As far as i know you were friends with this artist even back then and i wonder if they've ever been rude to you? How you can still tolerate that person?

You can ignore my question if i caused you discomfort by my words

Hello there！ Hmmm ok I've been looking at your ask for a while and just thinking how to answer it… "should I answer in one sentence or the length of a novel?" And then I just thought i couldn't describe myself in one sentence. So here we go…

Warning！This is a long post, sorry.

First of all, I have a few things to say before answering your questions. And these things about me, if you don't mind. Okay so, I really have no idea what i look like through someone else's eyes, but i don't like to talk to people often in my real life. In most cases, creature called "human" acts only for its own benefit… This is purely my personal opinion and I won't say all, but 95% of people are like that even if they don't admit it. I don't like selfish, liars, two faced people. So can we say that I am as lonely as Sasuke? Yes I am. (I've already said that i feel close to Sasuke's character during the insta Q&A thing) but anyways… That's why there are very few people around me that I truly trust. And Snow is one of them.

Now coming back to your questions… Well…… Firstly i didn't like you calling her "the artist named snow124". I mean, what does that mean !? Many people in the sns community don't think of more than one person when Snow124 is mentioned, right (?) but everyone thinks of only one artist. So I would understand if you only say Snow124. (Just felt like you were trying to marginalize her or something, and this bothered me)！ Secondly, have you ever thought of turning the mirror at yourself before calling someone rude, unsympathetic, stupid, idiot etc? When there's a disagreement, do you really think it's always the other person's fault ? …You know what, I asked Snow first before answering your ask just because her name is mentioned here. And if she had said "don't answer", I wouldn't have answered. But why did I do that? After all, this is my ask box, my account, so why am i asking her? But actually the real question is, why do you post her artwork that she spends her hours maybe days on your own account without even asking her permission, while I get permission from her just because her name was mentioned in a question that came to me? Can you see the difference between these two examples i gave? Well, if you still can't see it, i'll explain in one word. This is "respect"！

Is that your commission? No. Is it your work? No. Is it your idea, design, collab or something? No. So then, who gave you the right to post someone else's work for just a few likes and followers? And what kind of reaction do you expect the artist to react to your disrespect towards their work? Think about it a little……

It's not the first time I've seen people call Snow rude. And maybe others are right in their own way but her attitude or words were never rude to me… I think it's wrong to expect everyone to give the same reaction when faced with a problem or something！For example; I'm not good at controlling myself emotionally …not that professional yet. On the other hand, I see that Snow is able to keep her emotional side more controlled and stronger than me. But do you think that means she's callous? I know many people don't even care about empathy. But just for once, have you ever thought about this repost issue from an artist's perspective? I don't know if you are aware but many artists even deleted their accounts for this reason！So you can't say you saw their rude (as you call it) behavior as if you were the only right side！

"I wonder if they've ever been rude to you? How you can still tolerate that person?"

Snow124 herself always says she's as cold as snow. Not rude but she is aware that she has a cold personality. So maybe "No." sounds very rude to you but it's just a simple no to her, you never know. And before I talk to someone, i try to get to know that person. I already knew she was like that, and frankly i like her critical attitude. She can see details that I can't see, but I take this as help, not rudeness (and this is one of the reasons i chose her as my teacher). I mean if someone likes rock music and says they hate pop, then I wouldn't try to get them to like pop music. Briefly, I accept that person as they are… Not with everyone but sometimes I talk so much that others even get a headache because of me …and from time to time Snow also (maybe forcibly) puts up with this side of me *im sorry* x) And she usually gives short answers to my boring novels but I never questioned that, or didn't think she was rude, or something. Do you know why? 'Cause she's not me, i'm not her. Maybe there are common tastes but one person is never 100% the same as another person. I never expected anything in return when i drew her a gift or a piece. When I care about someone or something i do it without expecting anything in return (this is also one of the reasons why i still keep drawing Naruto and Sasuke)

When it comes to "tolerate" thing… Hmm ok I don't understand exactly what you're talking about. I mean it's not about tolerating Snow, on the contrary she tolerates me at many points (and my silly jokes that aren't funny at all x)) Also yeah there are many things in my real life that I have to tolerate, so i just remember how i was able to calm my mind again thanks to my fanart accounts and some golden people here…

Also if I remember correctly, someone on insa said i was nicer than Snow for warning them before reporting their repost, just like you anon. But after that due to another report, someone else started sending abusive messages to my personal email address. Yes maybe i'm more patient about reposts than her, but not anymore！Everyone has a limit, please remember this！ And one last thing, you guys don't even realize when you're actually being rude by directly calling someone rude.

#believe it or not Snow is one of the most respectful and decent also kind hearted person I've ever seen #...but even she herself is not aware of it #just wish you guys could see this grumpy cat turn into a fluffy kitten from time to time #i'll probably disable anons again soon #and sorry again for my wall post...#text post

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 2 years

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Be Careful what Hobby you Choose

Summary: Hobbies are important. Marc needs one. He's driving the other two crazy. Maybe they should have thought twice...

Warning: None

Word Count: 1492

Word Prompt: Cupcake

It was decided early on that they needed their own hobbies.

It was an easy way for them to each feel like their own person. Something Steven had anxiously suggested and upheld pretty firmly. No matter how much co-con they did, Steven always made sure everyone got their own time to be themselves.

When not working, Steven spent his time translating hieroglyphics, learning languages, solving puzzles, or just reading.

When not working the cab, Jake discovered he liked to read things like popular car mechanics. Steven had gotten it for him on a whim and now Jake would spend hours at the magazine racks picking out issues to read. It was pretty common for Jake to blast his music while flipping through a hot rod magazine. He also had started to take up the guitar, but refused to play if the other two were around.

Marc had yet to find a hobby.

He had spent two weeks doing absolutely nothing but lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

When Steven pointed out that this was not a hobby, Marc had started to drive them crazy.

“What are you reading?” “Is that French?” “What glyph is that? They sure use that one a lot.” Steven was ready to reconsider laying in bed as a new hobby.

When Marc started to annoy Jake, “What year is that car?” “We should paint flames on your car.” “How many screws do you think are actually in a regular car?”, they staged an intervention.

“You need a hobby.” Steven offered an apologetic smile.

“If you don’t find something that isn’t bothering us I’m going to lose it.” Jake crossed his arms.

“I guess I could take up boxing again…” Marc sighed. “Might leave you guys with bruises though.”

Steven made a face. “Eh… I mean… If you really want to…”

Marc shook his head. “No. I don’t like the idea of me getting punched in the face and one of you having to tag in. Especially you, Jake.”

“I can hold my own.” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Marc muttered. “You don’t exactly fight by the rules.”

Jake shrugged dismissively. “We don’t lose. That’s all I care about.”

“I’ll find a hobby.” Marc sighed and flopped back on the bed.

Marc tried the traditional hobbies first. He painted a little until he realized he lacked any artistic ability and the paint ended up in the trash. He found Jake’s guitar and picked out a song he had learned in high school. He was alright at it, but it failed to stir any passion. This was fine by Jake, who grew anxious any time Marc touched his guitar, claiming Marc was messing with the tuning too much.

He went to a bookstore and stared at the books for all of ten minutes before Steven triggered out and happily started to dig through the discount rack.

He bought a model kit from a hobby store and got halfway through one before he realized he hadn’t slept in two days and was more frustrated than happy. Steven ended up finishing it for him.

One day Marc went out to the grocery store in search of something sweet and a box cake had caught his attention.

He was a terrible cook. He had no grasp on how to use spices, and often just put cheese on things and called it a day. With that in mind, he had never thought to try any other type of food preparation.

“Looks easy enough…” He stared at the instructions on the back. A little math and a few ingredients. He gathered what he needed and headed home.

Following instructions was easy. It was in his nature. Marc wished everything came with such clear instructions. There was no line about “spice to taste” or questions about how he felt about the situation. It was so clear cut. Do these things in this order and don’t muck about.

“Steven, where’s the cake pan?” Marc dug through the cupboards.

“I don’t have one.” Steven frowned at the mess. “You’re lucky I have measuring cups.”

Marc sighed heavily as he found a muffin tin stashed in the back. Fine. He could make them into little cupcakes.

Once the cakes had cooked and cooled, he applied the frosting and sprinkles.

They were alright. Very basic vanilla. Looked alright too. They could be better. He stared at them and felt something almost seem to shift.

He went back to the store.

Steven had been out of it for the whole day. He had been staying up late working on a new series of books and forcing himself to give Marc time to find something to do.

He felt a twinge from the body that usually meant it was far past time to practice a little self care.

“Hey Marc.” Steven made himself known. He never liked to just take over unless he felt it was needed. “How’s it going out here?”

“Steven!” Marc stood up as he set a tray down on the counter. “Uh… Don’t be mad. I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“Carried away? With what?” Steven took front and was first met with a very strong smell that made him think of a bakery.

When his eyes focused on the world around him he was met by a colorful barrage of cupcakes. Vanilla, chocolate, swirls, confetti, strawberry, red velvet, what appeared to be some sort of cinnamon swirl… Then the frostings on top were a flavorful mixture of colors and stiles. They covered the counter, the stove top, the side table, and stacked high on cooling racks carefully balanced on top of one another to give more surface space. There were sprinkles of all shapes and sizes. In the corner sat a new mixing stand, baking pans of different sizes and shapes, mixing bowls, food dyes, and bags of flour.

“Marc….” Steven gaped. “Wh… I… Cupcakes?” He looked down. He was wearing an apron covered in flour.

“The batch on the right by the fridge are vegan. It was harder to get the binding agent to cooperate but once I figured that out it was game on.” Marc grinned like a man that had defeated a foe in battle. “There are vegan black bean brownies in the oven. First batch went to hell but this one is turning out great! It’s all about the chocolate ratio. I was debating on trying pies next. Apples are on sale and-”

“What are we going to do with all these? I don’t exactly workout, Marc. I’m not sure my waistline can handle this.” He cautiously picked up one of the vegan ones and took a bite. He groaned. It was amazing. Light and moist, wonderful flavor, perfect frosting that wasn’t too heavy…. No, his waistline was absolutely not going to handle this.

“Steven,” Marc gave him a look. “We share a body. I workout. Pretty sure Jake works out a little too. I think he secretly dances or something cause I swear my legs hurt every Saturday morning when I wake up. Maybe don’t eat all of them at once, but you can indulge a little.”

“Uh huh.” Steven finished the first one then eyed the oven, excited to try the brownies. “Maybe wait on the pies until we figure out what to do with the rest of these.”

“Right.” Marc flushed. He hoped Steven didn’t look in the cupboard. There were more in there crammed into special cupcake tupperwares. He might have gone a little overboard. “Uh… Hey Jake? Don’t you know that lady down at the diner?”

–

Jake walked into the diner with a large box. “Hey Gena!”

“Hey handsome.” She looked up from the griddle with a grin. “What’s that? Another delivery?”

Jake set the box down on the counter. “Yeah. Idiota made about a dozen pies this time.”

She watched Jake unpack the pies and start to load them into the pie display. They were gorgeous and looked professionally done. “I feel like I should be paying you. Those cupcakes last week didn’t last the day.”

Jake groaned and sat down. “No. I should be paying you. If Steven tries to eat one more pie I’m going to make him start doing the morning run.”

Gena smirked and cleared the griddle, prepping Jake’s usual order. “Well tell him I appreciate it all the same. What’s next? Cakes?”

Jake slouched down on the counter. “Pastry. I’m going to buy him a pack of baseball cards. Maybe I can get him interested in something else. I woke up last night and found him yelling at some croissants.”

“Ah, you leave him alone. Croissants are hard to do. Let him get it out of his system. You’re just antsy ‘cause you haven’t been out dancing in ages.” She winked playfully. “Your salsa es fuego.”

“Si claro.” He looked up at her and sighed. “As long as it isn’t cupcakes for a while.”

#Moon Knight fic #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Gena #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #cupcake #who needs sleep when I'm doing a fic a day #woooo #you guys are trying to kill me #I fricken love all the content though #Jake's salsa is very fuego #Steven does not understand the shared body workout #Jake did the tango with Frenchie once #it lives in my brain rent free now and it makes me very happy

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astorytotellyourfriends · 4 months

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annual writing self-evaluation

All answers should be about works published in 2023.

i. Optional if applicable: link to last year’s self-evaluation

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted):

as per usual that list is too long for this post so here's my 2023 fic roundup

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

far and away it has to be before i bury you purely because it was 1. SUCH an endeavor to begin with, and 2. so unbelievably different from anything i've written before. like, the criminal minds au was me dipping my toe into the pool of horror/suspense, and this fic was diving in headfirst. and i know it's not everyone's cup of tea (or most people's, tbh) but i've been so pleased with the reactions of those who have read it and i'm so, so thankful for it 💛 (honorable mentions to always have & i always will and a tender age, tho)

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

it's not that i'm not proud of it but a fic that's been hanging over my head all year is if the fates allow because god i hate that it's almost been a year since i updated it and I'VE BEEN TRYING to work on it but my brain just refuses to focus on it! i'm really hoping to finish it soon, though (and the gd pirate au too UGH).

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

man am i glad i did an ask meme like a week ago that asked this question so i can snag an answer from that rather than spending 3 hours combing through my fics lol

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

lmfao @cyraclove left this one on a snippet of the onlyfans au i sent her and it's my favorite thing ever

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

there's been a few instances of that over the last year but no specific events immediately come to mind. it seems to come and go in waves for me and all i can do is just ride it out and hope my inspiration comes back.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

ok like i swear to god i never thought i would write omegaverse and yet a tender age happened and it basically came pouring out of me and onto the page so like?? what the hell was that??? (also no i have not forgotten i promised a sequel, it's percolating i promise)

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

i tried new genres!! i really enjoyed the writing process!! (even if it made me absolutely insane at times)

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

i've said this a billion times before but i think next year i want to try writing original stuff alongside fic. idk if i'll finish a whole novel or what, but i'd at least like to start something.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

my friends 💛

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

not that i can think of but i did actually let my sister read some of my stuff and she told me that i have a lot of ust in my writing and (yes this is weird but she's my sister and i know she means well) that she wished i had an outlet for it irl so like. i guess that's something?

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

i always say the same goddamn thing and today i saw a post that really encapsulated that so i'm just going to copy it here:

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

as per usual, so many. i've got a bunch half-started already that i haven't shared yet and i'm really hoping to be able to get them Mostly Finished before i start posting them, so keep your fingers crossed and an eye out 👀

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

@cyraclove, @medusasfinalgirl, @staceymcgillicuddy (and anybody else who would like to do this, i'm tagging u)

#annual self evaluation #about my fic

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wowzerwyrm · 3 months

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Honestly, I’m shocked and disgusted at the amount of machine-made art nowadays. Everywhere I go I see it, it’s practically taken over. It hurts me deep inside to know so many artists are going without credit or compensation, their work flaunted about like a prize, like the people who carry it have anything to be proud of.

And how can they justify it? No work, no effort, just slapping something crappy together and pretending it represents them as a person. There’s no soul in that, no humanity. Just empty shells of color and ill-fitting shapes. People have even started buying this robotic garbage, like it’s comparable to getting it from an actual artist.

If you’re one of those people, you need to listen, and really look at what you’ve come to. How can you appreciate the real worth of art if it’s so cheap to you that you won’t even do it yourself?

If you’re one of those people, and you have a shred of decency, this is your wake-up call. To be human, to make your own art, to experience life as it was meant to be experienced. Through the blood, sweat and tears that comes through learning a skill, and seeing the beauty of the unique result only you can make.

If you’re one of those people, this is your sign to stop wearing mass produced clothes.

The people who worked so hard to develop those weaving and sewing techniques aren’t being compensated for those clothes being made. All that art and knowledge has been stolen, packaged into a soulless machine, and mass produced into ugly, empty shells.

Do you think your clothes express yourself? That the skirt or jeans your chose to wear say anything about you? How could they, when you didn’t make them yourself? When you just clicked a button to buy something you thought looked good, and a machine made it for you? Do you consider it ‘fashionable’ when you wear a mashed together combination of different outfit ideas stolen from other people?

How can it be? You barely did anything yourself. Get out there, gather and grow your own linens. Break it down, weave it into thread, get a loom and learn how to use it. Discover the wide world of dye! Your first hundred projects won’t be perfect, but they’ll at least be human, and that’s what matters, isn’t it? And eventually you’ll be good enough to have a few reams of cloth you can turn into your own clothes, something that can express who you really are, instead of a Frankenstein monster of other artist’s work.

It doesn’t matter if you would rather spend your precious time working on learning to draw or program, this takes priority. If you’re disabled, just use your feet or your mouth, or hire another artist to make clothes for you, at least then it’ll be ethical.

Just do it. Learn! There’s nothing stopping you except being lazy. Spinning yarn and weaving fabric have been an intrinsic part of the human experience for hundreds of thousands of years, and these soulless machines are threatening to take that away from us. Be a part of what it means to be alive, and you’ll see that the hours and years of grueling work will be worth it, even if you were looking forward to spending that time writing stories or painting or playing games. Spinning yarn is just as good, or better. Just do it.

#In case it’s not obvious #this is satire #just a little frustrated with some of the AI posts I’ve been seeing recently #there are plenty of problems with how these machines are being used in our economy #but I don’t think the human element is part of it #AI discourse #the human condition

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maladaptive-jcb · 8 months

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Chapter 9: Don't Bid Me Farewell

Jamie x female!reader

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 8 if you missed it

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from sexual assault, domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

"Do you really have to go?" Jamie's cupping my hand and can't seem to stop himself from kissing it. We're parked in front of my apartment now and my heart feels so heavy to leave him once again. It doesn't matter if I'll see him again soon. I just know the second he's out of my eyesight, I'll be missing him again.

"Adrian's gonna kill me if no one is helping him today."

"Well, I very much would like to see you alive so I'll let you go... for now," Jamie gives a playful pout.

I reach out my hand towards his face, he gently leans towards it.

"Don't be so dramatic, Jamie."

A laugh escapes from his mouth. As he settles down, he reaches out to my face and leans in to kiss me again. Our lips meet, pressing onto each other with each sensation from Jamie stimulating the passion between us, lingering even longer.

"I'm gonna do that a lot more from now on, you know?" He whispers through his breath.

"I know you will," our foreheads closer now. With a heavy heart, I grab my bag and step out of the car.

"I'll call you tonight," he says.

"I'll wait."

I wave as he drives away.

There he goes.

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"Oh, Y/n come on!! How many years have we known each other? Just tell me. I saw how you two looked at each other. Tell me everything! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me-"

"Alright, Adrian god. Sit down," I shake my head and chuckle at Adrian's attempt to persuade me to spill everything about Jamie.

Like a little puppy wanting to get a treat, he immediately does as he told. He rubs his hands together and takes a chair.

I finally told Adrian everything. From the cafe meet up, the restaurant dinner and all the way about Jamie and I kissing for the first time. Adrian listens with a careful attention, his eyes widening in excitement and interest as I recount every detail of my connection with Jamie. He hangs onto every word, his expressive face reflecting a mixture of curiosity, surprise, and genuine happiness for me.

"No way," he exclaims, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amazement. "So, you two actually kissed?"

I excitedly nod, a grin forms on my lips. "Yes, oh my god. It was unexpected but wow... We really did."

Adrian releases a high-pitched sound of excitement. "I knew it! I knew something was going on. Look at you finally getting back out there!"

I chuckle at his reaction, "Alright, calm down it was just kisses. We're taking it slow."

"That's what people say right before they get swept off their feet!" Adrian interjects, his eyes with playful mischief.

"I think you've been spending way too much time at the romance section," raising my eyebrows at him.

He laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I concede. But seriously, Y/n, I'm genuinely happy for you. You deserve all the happiness and love in the world."

"Thank you, Adrian," I reply sincerely, touched by his words. "I appreciate your support."

Adrian's eyes twinkle mischievously. "So, what's next? Have you planned your next date already?"

"I think right now we should focus back to our work," I giggle, leaving Adrian sighing and slumping back in his chair.

I proceed back to work, lifting books that no longer feels heavy and sweeping dust that no longer bothers me. Everything seems to look brighter when I feel like I've just won the lottery as my mind occasionally drifting towards Jamie throughout the day.

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As I'm leaving, Lydia, my other co-worker walks in after her school hours getting ready to take over my shift. Her dark painted nails glimmer under the sunlight as she waves at me. I respond back with a warm smile.

A smile that I force an effort to show, knowing the unease settling in my mind.

I feel so used to Jamie texting and calling me throughout the day. Sometimes even having him visit me for lunch during my work hours. He's almost like part of my daily routines now yet, I haven't heard back from him since he dropped me off.

I instinctly check my phone again, hoping to see something. Anything.

No texts.

No missed calls.

Fear and doubt starts to linger in my mind. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? Panic starts to settle in as I step down the sidewalk but I quickly shake my negative thoughts away. There could be a million reasons why he hasn't reached out today. And most of all, I was the one who wanted to take it slow.

I exhale.

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The elevator's doors open just as I'm fumbling through my bag for my keys. Feeling a mix of exasperation and eagerness to reach my apartment, I rush towards the door.

Catching me off guard, what do I find on the hallway?

Jamie.

He's seated on the floor, back leaning against my door. It looks like he's dozing off in the most adorable manner. I can't help but smile at the sight. I'm now finally starting to feel relieved and glad to see him again. "Jamie," I say softly, kneeling down and gently touching his shoulder, which is covered by his familiar leather jacket.

His eyes flutter open and meet mine, his expression transitioning from sleepy confusion to a look of sudden realization. "Y/n! Oh, god, this is not how I thought it was supposed to go."

I chuckle, feeling amused. "That's okay. How long have you been here?"

He checks on the time on his phone, "Apparently for 45 minutes now."

"That long? Come on let's get you up," I reach for his hand. "Why don't you come in?"

Although I rarely ask guys to come into my apartment, his tiredness is evident that I can't help but feel bad for him. Since there's already a familiarity between us and me spending the previous night at his apartment, I make an exception.

"Don't mind if I do!" he gleams, momentarily forgetting his exhaustion. "Oh here, I brought you flowers and.... I smushed it. Sorry."

He extends his hand, holding out the bouquet that has seen better days.

"Peonies?" I notice as I unlock the door.

"They look like roses, but no thorns this time, I promise!"

I chuckle, touched by the thoughtfulness behind it. "They're beautiful, thank you Jamie."

He makes himself comfortable on my couch, which is not as luxurious as the one at his place but still manages to give a satisfied groan as he lays back. I can't help but watch him curiously, wondering what has brought him to this level of exhaustion.

"Are you okay? Why are you so tired?" I ask, fetching a glass of water for him.

"Well... I didn't get much sleep last night," Jamie admits, his voice low and weary.

"Yeah? What was on your mind?" I ask while pouring out the glass of water for him.

"You... I guess," he responds.

I place the glass of water on the coffee table and turn to fully face him. There's a longing in his eyes that I can't ignore, a silent call for me to move closer.

"Come here," Jamie says, holding out his hand. I reach for his hand, and he pulls me gently until I'm sitting next to him on the couch.

"You were worried about me?" I ask softly.

"Pretty much. I mean, I was still dozing on and off, but I still checked on you from time to time," he confesses, his gaze steady and earnest.

I smile, touched by his consideration. "Thank you, again. That really means a lot to me."

For a moment he stays silent, letting his fingers carefully trace the line of my jaw, just staring the details of my face. Then, he leans in to kiss me. His lips are soft against mine, his touch tender and sweet. The moment our lips touch again, the world quickly fades around me and it stays that way until our lips part from each other.

"Wow, I could really get used to this." I chuckle.

"I missed you so much today," he smiles, the weariness in his eyes replaced by a soft glow.

"I mean, you could've texted me... or call me," raising my eyebrows at him playfully.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't," he says apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That's why I'm actually here by the way. I have something to tell you."

"Really? What is it," I perk up, curiosity overtakes me.

His eyes light up as he speaks, a mixture of excitement and nerves in his voice. "I've been in a meeting all day with a producer. This has been in the work for a while and... I'm finally going to release my music!"

I let out a high pitched scream of excitement. Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around him, heart swelling with pride and joy "Jamie, that's amazing! Congratulations! I'm so so happy for you!"

Everything feels perfect as he embraces me back but the change in his demeanor catches my attention. He doesn't say anything, and an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach.

I pull away from the hug, my eyes searching his face for any signs of what might be wrong. His expression has changed, a shadow falling over his features.

"Jamie?"

"I... I wanted to share this news with you in person. But there's something else I need to tell you, and I'm not sure how you'll react," he responds.

My heart starts to race, my chest suddenly feels tight. "You can tell me anything, Jamie. What is it?"

His eyes meet my gaze, glistening with emotions. "Y/n, I... I have to leave to London for a while. They need me to do some final recordings before the release. It's a big opportunity for me but that means-"

"That means we won't be together for a while," I interject, feeling a heavy sense of reality settling in.

"I'm so sorry, this is a big decision I know but I just think it's important to be honest with you," his voice breaking.

I gaze at him, taking in the concern in his eyes alongside the glimmer of excitement that peeks through. This is his dream, a chance that could change his life profoundly.

"This means a lot to you, doesn't it?" I hold both his hands in mine.

He nods silently. I wrap my arms around him once again. His head rests on my shoulder, and I hold him close.

"This is such good news for you, Jamie and I believe in you. You're gonna be amazing," I whisper in his ear.

His grip on me tightens, his voice is soft as he responds. "Thank you. So much."

"But this is gonna be hard for me," I admit, now hearing my own voice breaking.

"I know. I'm sorry."

I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze, "How long until you have to leave?"

"About a week," he answers.

"Okay, then we will spend the whole week together," a tear falls on my cheek as I reach my hand to his face.

"We will, y/n. I promise."

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"GOODNESS, FUCK-" Jamie's body jerks back as I let out a scream from his shock. He sits up looking around and realizes the blanket that is falling off of his shoulder. His face flushes red, and he starts laughing at himself, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I was just trying to make you comfortable! I didn't mean to wake you up," I explain, my hand still pressed against my chest as my heart races.

"Alright... and you have to do that with your face inches from mine, why?"

I shrug, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "Well, I'm sorry for finding you adorable while you sleep. Are you gonna be mad at me for that?" I furrow my eyebrows playfully.

A grin tugs at his lips, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "To you? Never." He yawns and stretches his arms, then glances out the window. "Wow, I must have dozed off for quite a while. Sorry about that."

"It's okay. You clearly needed it and hey, now we're even."

"Even?" he looks at me, confused.

"Now we've both crashed at each other's places," I let out a small chuckle.

Jamie grins at the thought, "I guess you're right. Does that mean we're getting closer?"

"You tell me," I kiss him on the cheek. "You might as well just stay here for the night anyways, it's getting dark out."

I squeeze in next to him on the couch to cuddle with him. Having him here with me feels so natural and I truly enjoy the feeling of closeness I've had with him lately.

"Sounds perfect to me," he wraps his arm around me and closes his eyes again.

"NO!" he suddenly jolts back up. "I can't-"

"What, why??"

"I have to send my demos to my manager by midnight. I completely forgot," he says, a mixture of frustration and urgency in his voice.

My heart sinks, disappointment tugging at me. I understand the importance of his work, but I can't help feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of him leaving.

"Oh, sweetie I'm so sorry. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise."

I manage a small smile, masking my own feelings. "I understand. You gotta do what you gotta do."

He rushes to gather his things, heading for the door. As he steps out in a rush and closes the door after him, I slump back against the couch in silence, feeling a sense of void already settling in.

Suddenly, the door bursts open again, and Jamie reappears. "I'm sorry, I think I left one more thing."

I stand up, scanning the room for any other things he might left behind. Keys? Phone? However, he walks directly towards me, and before I can react, his lips are on mine in a long, intense kiss. My cheeks burn with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment as he pulls back, a mischievous giggle escaping him.

"You're crazy, you know that?" I laugh.

He grins, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh sweetie, you have no idea." He lets me go, his touch lingering for a moment longer. "Don't you be sad tonight. I'll be back before you know it."

With one last wave, he disappears out the door, leaving me with a big grin on my face. I didn't think it would be this possible to feel so attached to someone, especially in just a few weeks. Yet, Jamie and I shared such a close bond that everything just feels right.

I decided to turn in for the night, getting into bed with the memory of his lips in my mind.

Chapter 10

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Why do I keep traumatizing y/n like this? Don't hate me tho lol

#fanfic #jamie x female reader #jamie bower #jamie campbell x reader #fanfic fluff #jamie bower fanfic #jamie bower x female reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower x y/n #jamie campbell bower

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recurring-polynya · 1 year

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Writing Update/Art Update 5/9/2023

Many things happened last week. Not very many of them were drawing. I'll get back to that.

I have finally started posting the big (it's not really big. Medium-big. It just felt big) fanfic that I have working on for most of the year. You can start here if you want to read it, Chapters 1-3 are currently available.

I finished the smut. I had mostly finished it by Friday, but then we had a belated-because-we-were-waiting-for-spring-weather backyard birthday party for my daughter this past weekend, so I had to spend a solid 48 hours in the paralyzing deathgrip of anxiety at the prospect of socializing with people I don't know (the parents of some of my daughter's classmates), so I didn't get much of anything else done, although I did clean my house and buy a bunch of hot dogs.

I only got one doodle done this week, which took me three days, spread out over the anxiety deathgrip, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I really would like to start on a more serious project this week, but I may get back to them, we'll see how it goes. I do want to thank everyone who sent in prompts, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to more of them. Turns out I'm real bad at doing quick, fast-turnaround doodles! Is anyone surprised??

After that, like, I said, I finished up the porno. I was hoping to post it yesterday, but it was pretty late at night by the time I finished my editing sweep. Today was a go places posting day and I didn't really want to post two different fanfics in one day, plus I had made kind of a lot of edits, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let it sit a day and then do another sweep before posting. In other words, tomorrow, probably.

This morning, I re-read what I've gotten written so far of Ductwork, which is the working title of the next story in the Heart is a Muscle. It's 7707 words at the moment, and I get hot mad every time I read it because I want there to be more of it, and unfortunately, there is only one way to make that happen. But it's gonna!! I keep telling myself that it was really worthwhile to have taken the time to write go places first, because Ductwork is largely about Rukia and Renji finally digging down into a lot of festering insecurities from that time in their afterlives. I have a couple different approaches to writing these days, and I'm gonna try to do the thing that ended up working for go places, which is 1) try to write something every day, 2) chronological schmonological, write whatever I can possibily come up with, I'll just cram it all together at the end, this was very fun and easy last time and definitely did not take six drafts and a color-coded spreadsheet. Based on past experience, I do not think I am going to be able to power through to completion, so my goal is to add at least 20k words to the thing before I flame out in a blaze of beautiful depression and spend the rest of the summer on something insane, like bringing back the Soul Society Tattoo Artist AU. My overall prediction is that it will be around 60k, but I'm not discounting the possibility that it could be another 100k-er. (it better not go over 120k tho, I will die for real)

Anyway, that was my week! Whew!

#writing update #art update

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hello! <333

for the soft hours: listening to david bowie with hongjoong or any other favourite artist of yours; maybe you've both made playlists with certain songs or you're listening to the vinyls you have at home or the recent ones you've bought (listening to each other's favourite songs, shopping for vinyls and gifting them to one another is a love language, you know...) and in-between the melodies, you share how this specific song or artist has influenced/helped you, how did you discover them, etc.; sometimes long-forgotten memories evoke in your head- some of them sentimental, others- more or less embarrassing. but hongjoong wants to listen to all you have to say. after all, your voice is his most favourite melody?

also, this got me thinking of the following scenario: maybe you're going home after being out for most of the day when it starts drizzling. from a nearby café or from someone's window, you hear one of your and hongjoong's favourite (and very special) songs being played. you suddenly stop walking and he looks at you with a tinge of surprise on his face, as you smile sheepishly at him. "let's dance". he knows you're shy and got forbid someone saw you dance outside of your lovely flat. "here?". you shrug,- ,,why not?". you wrap your arms around joong's waist, pulling him closer to your body. although joong think he knows you like the back of his hand, you always find ways to surprise him. you're unpredictable for a very predictable person (does it make sense? i hope so). anyway, he gently wraps his arms around you too, swaying your bodies from side to side? he might be shy at this moment but seeing you so unfazed and comfortable make him relax in your embrace. there aren't many people on the narrow street anyway, especially as the drizzle quickly turns into a pouring rain. you look into each other's eyes, the song has already ended a few seconds or a minute ago, you're not sure. you want to kiss him oh-so-badly but before you can lean in first, joong already has his lips on yours. the kiss feels like the first kiss you had with him, butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart is going to fly out of your chest any moment. you're getting soaking wet but neither of you seem to care. "a little run?", joong quizzes as he tenderly intertwines his fingers with yours. "mhm, doesn't sound like a bad idea.". your laughter echoes through the city streets, as you're running towards home.

aaeght anyway, this got too long and self-endulging 😭😂 hehe, take care! 💜

i didn't reply to this yesterday because i wanted to give it my full undivided attention and not do this while i was half asleep so here we are.

bestie. you and me have the same mind. yesterday when i saw the words 'david bowie' and 'hongjoong' i was like, yep, i already love this soft thought. and because i have recently been listening to more david bowie, this is so up my alley.

if there's one thing hongjoong loves, it's music. i mean, it's his whole livelihood, for crying gout loud. he just love learning about the different cultural influences that music has brought about in the past, hence why he admires artists like david bowie and micheal jackson. he w=could spend hours on end talking about music and his icons, and would love someone to share that with him.

and hearing you talk about all your favourite artists and how they have inspired you or moved you in some way... yeah, he lives for that. it's the type of conversation that happens at 2am when you've accompanied him at the studio. just lounging on the sofa, both tired, speaking about everything you could ever love. it also gives you both the opportunities to buy spontaneous little gifts for each other. if he learns you like a certain artist, if he happens to go into a record shop he'll search for their vinyl for you.

and you're little scenario made m tear up. like... oh my gosh please write this as a one-shot or fic or something because this is so beautiful. you captured hongjoong's vibe perfectly :((( i love it

#hongjoong #kim hongjoong #soft hours #ateez soft hours #soft thoughts

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dokidokitsuna · 1 year

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Just felt like writing out my thoughts on the online art community being attacked from all sides as of late...it’s kinda been one thing after another over the past year, tbh. ^^;;;;

And recently I’ve been thinking about why I, personally, have been feeling anxious and stressed out about it. Because, logically, I shouldn’t really...

I think the people being hit hardest are illustrators: people who just want to draw cool pictures and share/sell them to the public. More than any of us, they’re increasingly being told that their work is worthless and disposable...and I don’t mean to scare anyone, but if AI-generated art survives the legal battles that will be coming for it in the future, I think it’s entirely possible that illustration is going to go the way of portrait painting in the 20th century: a niche novelty, that the average person can’t expect to find customers for anymore.

However...I am not an illustrator. I try to be; it’s what most people expect a visual artist to be, and I’d still like to get better at the act of illustration, if only to help my own work look nicer. But generally, 90% of the drawing that I do on a regular basis is a means to an end. I draw a character so I can construct a design for them, or better understand their personality, or just show how they move and behave. There’s always something bigger I want to do with a drawing, a larger story I want to tell or a larger idea I want to portray. Rarely do I draw something that’s just meant to be beautiful in and of itself (let alone try to sell it...).

Which means I don’t have that much to lose, with the way things are now. My focus is on webcomics, novels, and recently YouTube; even if DeviantArt and Twitter both completely self-destruct tomorrow there aren’t many aspects of my life that would change. I’d be very sad, yes, but I could very easily just move on.

So why do I still feel like I’m being stifled, like I’m stuck in a locked room that keeps getting smaller every time another company publicly declares their total disdain for visual artists in some way...?

Well, I’ve finally figured it out: it’s because I need the rest of you guys.

I need illustrators and other visual artists to exist; I need for there to be giant, thriving, active showcases of their work all over the interwebs. Even if I never participate in them again, I need them to be out there. Because they’re my inspiration.

The biggest reason I’d be sad about saying goodbye to Twitter isn’t the followers I’d lose, it’s that I won’t get to spend hours casually scrolling through my peers’ beautiful artwork anymore. I barely even use DeviantArt these days; I never browse and the last time I uploaded artwork was in September...but the thought of artists feeling the need to delete their entire galleries and leave out of sheer distrust still breaks my heart.

I don’t want to imagine a world where people stop wanting to just...draw. I definitely don’t want to imagine a world where artists feel the only way their work will be seen is if they try to become 1-man entertainment companies the way I do. ^^; I’m insane; what I do isn’t for everyone and it shouldn’t be.

And anyway, I wouldn’t have the strength to do what I do if it wasn’t for the other artists around me, the ones who just draw cool pictures and do it so well that I look at them and think about them for days...the ones who constantly remind me of the beauty and wonder that I’m striving for in my own work.

I know they’re never truly going to disappear...no matter what certain people think, we as artists are not going to be driven extinct; not now and not ever. But it’s still worrying to think about being thrown out and scattered to the wind at any given moment...like many, I just want us to be able to have a home.

#musings

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