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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Infernal Shadows 03

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it. Carmilla and Velvet feud because I also live for that. I also really favor Zestial for some reason as a calm mediator.

Song for this chapter: Ludwig van Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

A/N: Thank you all so much for your positive feedback & feedback in general on the last two posts!! I really didn’t think this would catch so much attention but I’m so glad people like it. For some reason Tumblr’s being weird and doesn’t want to let me tag certain people, I don’t know why but if anyone does please let me know because I really don’t like that ;/ But I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! Please note that some blogs cannot be tagged, so I recommend checking this post and to check your settings to make sure I can tag you! If anything I can always just message you when the next chapter comes out, and yes I am making this series longer :) it’ll also be posted on my Wattpad soon!

Word count: 3890

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Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part One. // Part two. // Part four.

Engaging with guests throughout the night had become an exhausting endeavor, and a part of you yearned for the solace of your absence. Nevertheless, you maintained the façade, acknowledging every sinner whose smile dripped with crimson mischief. Having greeted each guest, you discreetly slipped into a shadowed corner, your shadows enveloping your figure quickly, seamlessly disappearing from the expansive room in mere seconds and emerging into an intimate gazebo outside, meticulously arranged beneath the sweeping branches of a weeping willow, you marveled at its unique ambiance. Unlike the earthly counterparts that stood white, the willow in your realm bore a deep crimson hue, its leaves adorned with a subtle, luminous sheen. A gentle smile graced your lips as you leaned against the sturdy black iron railing, delicately cradling a piece of the weeping willow between your fingertips. In the distance, the grand mansion hosting the gala loomed, its opulence contrasting with the simplicity of your secluded retreat. Despite the awareness of etiquette dictating against leaving guests unattended, the need for a mental break led you to this haven, a safe space for you. Reflecting, you acknowledged a desire for better preparation and rehearsal with the shadows, realizing the repetitiveness of conversations with the familiar sinners had rendered the night somewhat lackluster. It almost felt like you had come out of hiding for nothing. Quite the disappointment.

You sigh, massaging your temples, the lace fabric on your fingertips only slightly soothing the growing headache. However, not too far behind, you hear the sound of soft grass. You straighten up and turn around, seeing none other than your long time friend Zestial, who just smiled, nodding at you.

“Why art thou out here all alone on this crimson night?” Zestial inquired, standing by your side with his back against the railing. You resumed your original position, taking a moment to appreciate his father. Mentally noting how much of your grandfather Zestial reminded you of, you kept the sentiment unspoken.

Tonight, Zestial adorned himself in an outfit resonant with his time period, preserving his distinctive color scheme. A dark, meticulously tailored coat with lime green accents draped over his slender frame, capturing the essence of his demonic class. The cloak, adorned with lime green spider webs, unveiled a mesmerizing display when unfurled—his lime green eyes radiating, the upper pair embellished with vivid red irises. Instead of the customary big top hat, Zestial selected a smaller, more appropriate hat with a touch of flair. Dark as the shadows you command, it featured a light grey patch at the front and was finished with a grey-colored skull and a lime green and red-striped feather on the right side, adding a distinctive touch that mirrored his nature.

“Why art thou out here all alone on this crimson night?” Zestial repeated, shifting toward you a bit. Yet you resumed your original position, savoring the quiet ambiance before finally answering him. “What shall we discourse upon during our repast this eventide?” Zestial asked. Though his wording occasionally posed a challenge for others, having grown up in a family of eloquent speakers, you easily deciphered his intent. Something he truly appreciated. Though he was learning to speak more ‘modern’, or as modern as he could be.

“Quite unsure of that. Everything is changing, and I fear I might be left behind,” you expressed bluntly. Zestial sighed in response, a mix of understanding and concern evident in his lime green eyes.

“Madame, thou art timeless,” Zestial said with a bow, his cup proofing into smoke. “I pray thee, vex not thyself o’er so trivial a matter,” he added, his words resonating with both reassurance and genuine care.

You nodded, handing him a card. His surprised expression upon finding two cards instead of one didn’t escape you. “What manner of thing is this?” Zestial inquired, prompting you to summon a shadow for yourself, knowing he would find his own means back to the Gala.

“Carmilla. I am no fool to the both of you,” you said, amusement coloring your words as Zestial shook his head.

“Thou dost astonish me on every occasion,” Zestial remarked, standing by your side as you walked into your portal. Two seats vanished, leaving four empty seats at your table and six occupied.

In your study, you floated scripts in front of you, checking off names on the table list for tonight. With a few overlords left to choose from, Alastor and Charlotte secured seats based on trust and connections. Vox, Zestial, and Carmilla, an unspoken but potent couple, promised intrigue. Reconsidering Velvet for her potential devolution, you weighed each decision with strategic acumen.

Valentino, the Von Eldritch twins, and other weaker options were dismissed, maintaining a careful balance of power and influence. As you weigh the option of inviting Rosie to the gathering, her unpredictable nature adds a layer of excitement and potential surprise to the upcoming discussions. However, this unpredictability could also introduce challenges, creating an air of uncertainty around her contributions. Hopefully with Alastor around, she’d feel more inclined to behave. You check her name off the list.

In considering Stolas, the Goetia prince, his personal issues and tarnished reputation pose significant hurdles. Divorcing from his wife, sleeping with an imp for fun, as well as losing control of his daughter on Earth, it all seemed too risky to get involved with. While his wisdom and influence could contribute positively, the shadows of his struggles may complicate the dynamics, stirring potential conflicts and requiring delicate handling. Someone might get out of line with a comment towards him. His power was incredibly useful, but not worth the risk.

Husk’s transformation from a former overlord to a bartender signals a decline in power and status. While his laid-back demeanor might bring a sense of unpredictability, his diminished influence raises questions about the relevance of his involvement in the current political landscape of hell. Though he was your friend, you needed to keep your reputation pristine.

As the you contemplate the overlords assets, a mix of excitement, caution, and uncertainty envelops the decision-making process. Each overlord’s potential positive contributions are balanced by the looming negatives.

“Madame?” One of your shadows materialized, prompting a nod for them to proceed. “There seems to be some trouble in the lobby between the guests. What would you like us to do?” it inquired. A grimace crossed your face, hoping the disturbance wouldn’t mar your night. “Let me handle it,” you declared, snapping your fingers, causing the script to vanish. The shadow nodded, blending back into a wall for you to step through.

Upon reappearing, you assumed the form of a taller shadow. The room surrounded by guests revealed Vox, Velvet, Alastor, and Carmilla standing in the middle. Zestial, seemingly composed, stood close behind Carmilla, observing the situation. Carmilla appeared visibly upset, with Velvet in proximity, a pointed finger dropping as soon as she noticed your arrival. Alastor maintained his usual wide smile, though it bordered on the eerie, revealing a glimpse of his gums. The scene unfolded, presenting a potential challenge to the serene atmosphere you aimed to maintain during the gala.

Everyone seemed to stop, slowly turning toward you to see your face. Except there was no expression, just the large shadow you had taken form of. In seconds the shadow disappeared, leaving you in the fog, the expression on your face anything but calm.

"Madame I-" Velvet began, but her words were halted by the sight of your lace glove, your hand rising to silence her. Approaching the overlords, you spoke with an air of cold authority.

"My quarters. Now," you commanded, and with a snap of your fingers, smoke enveloped your spot as you vanished. Shadows materialized around the overlords, guiding them to your quarters, leaving the stunned guests in the lobby.

"Well, that was interesting," Valentino remarked.

In your study, the overlords found you seated in your tall, black chair. Its ebony surface featured intricate carvings of black glass, elegant swirls, and patterns tailored to your essence, creating an atmosphere of undeniable authority and refinement.

"I hope you all had fun acting like children," you chided sternly. The overlords lined up, forming a unified front. Leaning against the right side of your chair, you crossed your legs, elbow on the armrest, pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh. Annoyance laced your words as you questioned, "What did you feel the need to argue about now?" Before Velvet, Vox, and Carmilla could respond simultaneously, you halted them. "One at a time. I'd assume you all handle this like adults, if you even can." The tension in the room hung thick as the overlords awaited their turn to address your inquiry.

“She wants me at her table Vaggie! Me!” Charlotte said excitedly. Vagatha just smiled.

“That’s good! Now you can tell them about the hotel, and maybe someone will be interested.” Vagatha said, and Charlotte just nodded.

“Maybe they-“ Charlotte stopped, observing as people began to crowd around the center of the lobby. Charlotte and Vagatha stood from their spots at the bar to walk toward the center, where the overlords stood. Velvet and Vox were next to each other, while Carmilla, Alastor and Zestial were across. Carmilla and Velvet were face to face. “What’s going on?” Charlotte asked as Vagatha and her pushed their way through the crowds of people.

“Come on, Carmilla, always the mood-killer,” Velvet scoffed, a disrespectful tone tainting her words. Carmilla shot her a stern look, ready to assert her authority.

“Watch that tongue, Velvet. I will not let your insolence slide,” Carmilla retorted, attempting to rein in the escalating tension.

Vox, ever the smooth talker, chimed in, “Ladies, ladies, let’s not turn this into a drama fest. We’re all here for a reason.” Vox said, sternly giving a tight lipped smile to Velvet, silently telling her to keep her shit together.

Carmilla shot a glare at Velvet, who replied with a defiant smirk, “Drama or not, Vox, some of us aren’t here for the ballroom charm.”

Alastor, drawn to the brewing chaos, couldn’t resist adding his flair, “Well, well, a bit of spice never hurt a party, does it?”

Carmilla, unfazed by the chaos, spoke with a calm authority, “Velvet, your insolence is unnecessary. This is not a playground; it’s a gathering of overlords. Act accordingly.”

Velvet, seemingly undeterred, shot back with a dismissive laugh, “Poor Grandma, always trying to play the responsible one. Maybe loosen up a bit? Have a drink will you?”

Vox, ever the smooth talker, added with a slick comment, “Perhaps we can focus on the matters at hand. Save the theatrics for later ladies.”

Alastor, intrigued by the unfolding drama, simply grinned, “Oh the picture box has spoken! Quite intriguing.” The room continued to buzz with tension as each overlord, except Rosie, added their own flavor to the brewing turmoil. As the tension thickened, Vox, with a sly grin, couldn't resist adding his own slick comment to the mix.

"Ah, Alastor, the radio days were quaint, but it seems you're a bit outdated. Television is the future, perhaps you should tune in sometime," he quipped with a wink, the words delivered with a calculated smoothness. The room momentarily hung in a charged silence before the verbal sparring resumed, adding another layer to the complex interplay of personalities at the gala.

With Vox's comment about Alastor being outdated sinking in, the radio demon responded with a sly grin, sharp teeth on display, his eyes displays dials, as the rooms lights began to deepen, "Ah, Vox, your television endeavors are impressive, but remember, I'm not just audible; I'm unforgettable. A little screen time won't change that," he retorted, “This face was made for radio.” He said with a grin, tilting his head to the side, a sharp snap in his neck, his words carrying a mix of amusement and confidence. The verbal exchange between the two overlords added another layer to the already charged atmosphere, each comment becoming a piece in the intricate puzzle of conflicts and egos at the gala.

“See what you did grandma, now you’ve got the two of them fighting.” Velvet said, pointing a finger into Carmella’s chest. She scoffed, shoving her away.

“Don’t you dare get disrespectful on me you brat.” Carmilla said, beginning to heat up with anger.

That's when Madame stepped in, reappearing in the form of a taller shadow, casting a lengthened silhouette in the room brimming with guests. Vox, Velvet, Alastor, and Carmilla found themselves at the center of the unfolding tableau, and Zestial, seemingly composed, lingered just behind Carmilla, quietly observing the escalating drama. Carmilla's visage betrayed a hint of distress, her pointed finger lowering as she registered your reappearance. Alastor, with his trademark grin, bordered on eerie, revealing a glimpse of his gums. The unfolding scene disrupted the serene atmosphere you had meticulously aimed to maintain during the gala, presenting an unexpected challenge.

A hush fell over the room as everyone turned their gaze toward you, anticipating your reaction. However, your face remained expressionless, concealed within the depths of the large shadow you had taken form of. In mere seconds, the shadow dissipated, leaving you in a misty veil. Yet, beneath the calm exterior, a storm brewed, ready to challenge the delicate balance of the evening.

Now, here you all were, sitting in the study after Carmilla had explained the situation.

“Madame, with all due respect,” Carmilla spoke, looking down. “I truly do not believe Velvet is mature enough to be at our table tonight.” Carmilla said.

“Are you questioning my judgment?” You asked sharply, to which Carmilla stiffened quickly, shaking her head then.

”No Madame, I would never-“

“Then do not say foolish things.” You said. Sighing, you shut your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. Tonight sensitive information would be revealed and Carmilla did have some point here. Velvet clearly could not hold her tongue.

”Vox, control your associate please, or you both will be cut from the dinner tonight.” You said finally, to which he nodded nervously.

“Of course Madame.” He said, nodding to you.

“I wasn’t finished.” You said, looking to Alastor.

“I want none of this technology talk either.” You spoke, staring at Alastor who just smiled with lidded eyes. You knew he was very much upset, but you had forbidden anyone to fight in your home, anyone but you of course. “You all will act like mature adults wether you like it or not. I am not your guardian, I should not be having this conversation with overlords who should know better.” You said, standing. ”Now, all of you, out.” You said, snapping your fingers. Quickly the shadows began to move, ushering everyone out of your study. Everyone except Carmilla. “Not you.” You said to her, Zestial nodding to you and her as he stepped out, giving you both privacy.

“Madame, I didn’t mean what I said-“ Carmilla said quickly. You waved her off, straightening yourself out.

“Nonsense Carmilla, I know you meant well.” You said with a stoic expression. You sit back down, crossing your legs and snapping your fingers to form a chair in front of your desk, ushering her to sit. “I wanted to speak to you about your weapons.” You stated. At this her eyes went wide, before dropping again.

“Oh, very well then. What would you like to know?” She asked. You grinned, before standing again.

“Well, how much would I need to give you for you to make me a personal bayonet?” You asked. She went silent for a moment, before answering.

“Nothing at all Madame.” She said, standing to look at you. “May I ask what for?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“No, just to have on display. I want a new one, the old one I have is quite out of style for me.” You replied. She just nodded, before you waved to her, sitting back down and summoning a script again. “You may go now, and please, do not argue with children.” You commented. She just smiled and nodded, leaving you to your own vices.

It was half-past eleven, five minutes till the midnight bells chime. Everyone in the lobby was beginning to get excited for the entertainment you had planned for the night. Oh, you knew you would not disappoint.

“Madame would like everyone to accompany her on a journey tonight. She has sent me to retrieve you all. She would like to formally welcome you to tonight’s entertainment.” The large shadow said, standing from the topic of the stairs. Behind it was a large portal. It stepped backwards, into the portal, and nodded for the guests to start coming through.

The custom-built coliseum stands as a testament to Madame's vision, a grand fusion of opulence and dark elegance. The circular structure boasts towering columns, but instead of conventional pillars, thick chains rise, intricately linked and serving as both ornamental decor and structural support. The arches, molded in black, curve gracefully around the circumference, evoking a Victorian Gothic aesthetic that permeates the entire venue.

Two larger-than-life statues of Madame herself flank the entrance, capturing her regal poise and adding a touch of imposing authority. The statues serve not only as decorative elements but as a representation of the gala's hostess, a constant presence overseeing the proceedings, she is always watching, all seeing, perfection.

The overall ambiance is one of grandeur and mystery, with the black molding on the arches casting shadows that play into the darker undertones. Every intricate detail, from the chains to the statues, contributes to the unique Victorian Gothic feel of the coliseum, matching Madame’s home perfectly, matching her perfectly. The venue, finally being unveiled to the guests, now welcomes them who are treated to an appetizer course, surrounded by the striking architecture and entertained within the darkly enchanting atmosphere Madame has meticulously crafted.

Numerous shadows, dark and formless, line the entrance walls, extending silent greetings to the arriving guests. Their presence adds an air of mystique and intrigue as they blend seamlessly with the Gothic architecture. As attendees make their way into the coliseum, these shadowy figures create an ethereal welcome, embodying the unique atmosphere of Madame's custom-built venue.

At a separate entrance reserved for the handpicked members of Madame's esteemed dinner table, a solitary shadow stands guard. This entrance, reserved for a select few, hints at the exclusivity and importance of those who will partake in the upcoming dinner. The shadowy sentinels serve not only as silent greeters but also as guardians of the event's secrets, casting an enigmatic allure over the gala.

A singular shadows escorts Charlotte, Alastor, and the rest of the overlords to the exclusive section, leading them to an elevator to bring them to the best seats in the coliseum. The elevator’s interior is a striking display of elegance, with white and black checkered flooring lending a timeless touch. The walls, enveloped in darkness, exude an air of mystery, while black, smokey glass engravings on the ceiling add intricate detailing that dances in the ambient light. Each number on the elevator, indicating the ascending levels, glows a vibrant red, creating a vivid contrast against the monochrome palette.

“Oh I’m so excited! What do you think we’re gonna see? Gladiators? Sinners fight? Oh actually I hope not, I don’t want people to die.” Charlotte said to Alastor. Carmilla just chuckled at her antics while Zestial eyed her with curiosity. Where did Alastor find such a girl and why the princess of all people?

The elevator stops at the top floor, revealing the opening in the middle, which was surprisingly covered with water.

“What is Madame playing at?” Carmilla questioned as the overlords sat in a row at the top. From there they could see everything and everyone.

“I am quite uncertain, yet my anticipation is stirred nonetheless.” Zestial said. The lights around began to dim, and shadows began to pour glasses of water in front of all the guests. Down in the middle of the coliseum was the tallest shadow, the one that seemed to be Madame’s favorite, since it always spoke for her.

“Greetings all. It is Madame’s pleasure to invite you all to the special entertainment tonight. Madame has put together some of hell’s finest performers for your entertainment tonight. I would like to present, preforming here tonight, The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra preforming Ludwig van Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61.” The shadow said with a bow, before it vanished just as quick as it came. Then, other shadows appeared, but this time they were different. They were people, performers, with clear outlined silhouettes, faces and expressions, even clothes.

“Hey, Al?” Charlotte asked, leaning over in her seat to Alastor. He let out a ‘hm?’ In response.

“Does Madame own those souls down there?” Charlotte whispered, but before Alastor could answer, a shadow had already cut in.

“Yes. All the shadows here, even yours, Madame owns.” The shadow said quietly, filling Charlotte’s glass cup with water. Charlotte nervously, perked up, but said nothing as she shadow carried on with it’s catering.

The ethereal notes of the music filled the air as the performance unfolded. Around the musicians stood ballet dancers, their movements a delicate poetry in motion. Clad in all black, the performers created a stark contrast to the dancers, who emerged with an otherworldly grace akin to figures rising from the depths of water. The dancers moved with an angelic fluidity, their forms intertwining seamlessly with the haunting melody, creating a mesmerizing tableau that captivated the audience. The visual symphony of black-clad musicians and the whisky-hued ballet dancers painted a scene of enchantment and mystery within the grand coliseum. Even down to the dancers, this had Madame written all over it.

Velvet's keen eye captured the essence of the dancers' ethereal movements on paper. With each stroke of her sketch, she depicted the dancers as if emerging from a watery abyss, the fog enveloping their feet creating an illusion of water flowing upward. The intricate details on her sketch paper brought to life the dancers' graceful forms, their figures seemingly intertwined with the rising mist, evoking the enchantment of a waterspout captured in a moment of sublime artistry. Velvet's artistic interpretation added a layer of depth to the performance, transforming the ephemeral dance into a tangible and captivating visual narrative.

Water had begun to swirl, the dancers moving around it, the water getting taller and taller, similar to the way it had when you had first made your entrance at the beginning of the Gala. Now, it was water, and from Charlotte’s seat, she had struggled to make out what was going on. She turned to Alastor to see him holding a pair of opera glasses in his hand. Without you having to ask, he tapped the armrest of her seat. Charlotte turned to the side to see a pair tucked neatly against the front of the armrest. She grabbed them quickly, before looking through them and at the waterspout now forming in the middle. Her jaw flew open, as well as the loud screech of Alastor’s track playing. Vox had short circuited, and Carmilla gasped loudly. Velvet stood silent, but there was evident confusion on her face, while Zestial sunk into his seat, conflicting emotions flowing through him.

“Madame- she’s-“ Charlotte stuttered, and Alastor nodded, swallowing thickly.

“With an exorcist. I know.”

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[luvsickhanji]

if han jisung were your boyfriend - hc

note: this is just a small headcanon of how i imagine han jisung as a boyfriend, it's my first post, so i would appreciate your thoughts and feedback!

genre: smut, kinda fluffy

warnings: mentions of: oral receiving (f), pet names, creampie, switch!jisung and maybe a perv!jisung if you squint... f!reader

wc: 659

clique aqui para a versão em português

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first of all, you guys met at a coffee shop, or maybe you were childhood friends who ended up falling in love at one point in your life

you started dating after many attempts at a perfect date - jisung seems like the type of person who tries his best to do his best, and for him, your relationship wasn't any different. you went to the movies, went out to dinner, went to a park amusement, but at the end, you both were too shy to say "i like you" to each other and ended up waiting for the other to say it first

but he asked you to be his girlfriend when you least expected it. nothing cheesy or lame, he just blurted out "hey, do you wanna date me?". you just knew that he was calculating the words on his mind, but he unconsciously chose the simplest.

(and this is your side of the story, things you superficially knew)

because he was obsessed with you all this time, since when he heard the barista call a oat milk latte and your name at that coffee shop. he shyly walked up to you to ask for your name and number. he asked about you, and spoke charming pick-up lines:

"hey, i saw you from afar and i couldn't take my eyes off you… you echo like a sports car in an empty tunnel, what's your name?"

since then, he couldn't stop stalking you on social media and hoping for you to respond to his messages asap

he thought you were really hot, and the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to be able to touch you. he felt like you had a reciprocal feeling, but he was afraid he was wrong about it. and that's why he waited until the 5th date to kiss you and ask you to be your boyfriend.

and it was that night that you took him to your apartment, and you had sex until the sun came up… and this started to be a custom in your relationship

when you and jisung have sex, it’s always all night. maybe it's the inconsolable longing he feels for your body, or it's your desire to have him inside you. the reason didn't matter after all, you guys were too addicted to each other to wonder why.

and your connection is so perfect, that whenever one of you comes up with a new idea, the other agrees immediately.

in my opinion jisung is fascinated by four things: cowgirl and your boobs, hips and thighs. he loves cowgirl because he loves worshiping you (and your breasts), when it's you in control, this man gets crazy, he gets loud and he gets out of orbit. and that's why most of the time he prefers to be on top, (he doesn't want to end it in less than 2 minutes).

"hey baby, let's try this position?"

"of course, hannie"

"ji, can i tie you up and try this?"

"absolutely baby, as long as i can touch you later" (he loves touching you, especially using his fingers)

when you guys don't see each other during the week, you text A LOT. every minute you're writing to each other, and it's no surprise that you have a dirty talk saying how much you miss each other and how you wish you were fucking right now. what a dirty mouth (fingers?) he has...

he is a praise guy. he loves giving you compliments and he also loves receiving them.. calling you princess, kitty, baby, honey, sweetheart... all of that pet names. he just in love for the girl that you are.

and to finish this quick introductory thought, jisung is the type of guy who loves giving oral, he loves eating pussy, your pussy (and he's the best doing it). plus you two came to a consensus that you both love creampie. nutting in you ends the night perfectly.

#luvsickhanji #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung headcanons #han jisung #stray kids smut #skz x reader #skz smut #skz headcanons

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

#23: “The Miraculous Ladybug Movie May Give You What You Want, but My Show Gives You What You Actually Need! You Don’t Work in Television, so You Wouldn’t Understand.”

I've been running this blog for almost three years at this point, and I've seen Astruc talk trash about various things while claiming his show is better, like Winx Club, Paw Patrol, Pokemon, and Pixar as a whole. I never thought I'd see Astruc act like his show was better than a movie based on his show though.

For those who don't know (and you'd be forgiven, seeing how Astruc has barely talked about it on his Twitter), there was recently a movie that hit theaters based on Miraculous Ladybug called Ladybug & Cat Noir: The Movie. Supposedly, it's meant to be a retelling of how Marinette and Adrien met as civilians and as heroes. While I haven't seen it, it seems to be getting good reception, with some saying it's better than the show it's based on.

Of course, Astruc had something to say about this.

Okay, I sort of get what he's trying to say here. It's hard to compare the experience of watching an hour and a half long movie and a TV show with five seasons under its belt, but at the same time, the way Astruc phrased it still made it seem like he was trying to say the show was the better option because it “gives you what you need”. Nobody was expecting the Love Square to be resolved in a few episodes. Most people at least wanted more stories about the two to be told that don't involve constant padding. Astruc also acts like the Love Square is the only draw for the series instead of, oh, I don't know, the superhero action? You're really telling me they couldn't have tried focusing more on that after resolving the Love Square? I'm just saying, if The Office can continue after Jim and Pam got together, you can at least try to actually write other stories after the Love Square becomes canon.

One user in particular had some things to say in response to Astruc's claims, and you can guess how well Astruc took that.

Again, nobody is saying that working in television is all sunshine and rainbows, Astruc, but just because someone isn't familiar with dealing with network constraints and test audiences, it doesn't mean that they're unable to provide any meaningful criticism.

Also, Astruc is once again using a psychology term, in this case, the Dunning-Kruger Effect, to act like he's smarter than the critics. This man took psychology as an elective in college, didn't he?

But then again, this is coming from someone who doesn't think constructive criticism is a real thing.

Funny how he once again acts like anything that isn't positive feedback of his show is delusional, isn't it?

Eventually, this devolved into Astruc posting a little tangent about how fandoms have only gotten more toxic, which would have been a decent point... it if didn't come after all the things he said about fans not being able to criticize his show.

Again, there's nothing wrong with what he's trying to say here, but it feels less like a critique of how fans have become more toxic with the advent of the internet, and more like he's complaining about how mean people have been to him lately.

And, of course, this led to the usual fare of people calling out Astruc for his close mindedness, and Astruc once again saying how people aren't allowed to criticize his show in any way that isn't blind praise.

And here's the thing. We're still not done yet. This little tangent only warranted more comments about how Astruc handles criticism, only this time, it's also about calling out the people who think they can do a better job handling the show.

First, do you mind giving us an example of what kind of constraints you have to deal with, Astruc? We all know that TV executives suck, but I think we'd have more of a reason to understand your struggles if you actually explained some things that needed to be changed because of executive meddling.

Second, nobody wants a beach episode, Astruc, especially after that one issue of the comic you're choosing to ignore. We just want a more consistent story that doesn't rely on endlessly padding out the Love Square.

And finally, did you just say you have to be French if you want to rewrite Miraculous Ladybug? What does being French have to do with any of this? I remember seeing a little tweet a few years ago suggesting you would be a good choice to write a Superman story, but last time I checked, you aren't American.

Let's review in case you got lost. Someone tweeted that they thought the Miraculous Ladybug movie did a better job at the story it set out to tell than the Miraculous Ladybug TV show, Astruc tried to explain how his show is still good in its own way while justifying how long it's been going on for, he ranted and raved at fans for daring to criticize his team's writing before going on a tangent about how the internet has made people more hostile over the years, and when people still weren't happy with him, he claimed that you could only criticize or rewrite the show if you're an experienced French TV writer like him.

So just keep that in mind, fanfic writers. Unless you're French and have experience writing for television, you don't have a chance in hell to successfully write your own version of Miraculous Ladybug.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #thomas astruc #thomas astruc salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt

[zorosbeau33]

They have a crush~ Momo Yaoyorozu Headcanon

❖ MHA/BNHA, Momo x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, possible series part 1, fluff, romance

❖ No trigger warnings today!

❖ wc: 850

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist ❖

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My first time writing for one of the gals! Inspired by my friend and her love of "Wamins!"

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Momo is such a doting partner lets begin with that however, she is also a romantic who has seen most romance through her rich and eccentric parents, or through cheesy romance movies and fanfiction

She would totally have a little tumblr anonymous blog all about her crush on you long before she felt confident it was more than just a fleeting sensation.

Would totally have little lyric snippets about her feelings for you as posts to go as her status for that morning or lunch or tea time or dinner etc “When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change~” “Oh I can’t believe its happening to me! Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this!” 

Several friends have caught on and know about it, some even send her little memes or romantic posts they think she’d like or relate to!

Or some memes to tease her for her crush as friends do

Expect her to blush and stammer and stutter around you, eyes lighting up if you ask to do something together

It can be work, fun, or just food she is as happy as the first time the others went to her house

This tall beautiful girl is so in love with you, she is total puppy eyes for anything you do

If you hug her she may short circuit for a moment out of complete joy and panic before hugging you back gently

She is not super strong like some other heroes but she does work out and she never wants to press even slightly too hard when she reaches for you

Queen of respecting your space, she strictly adheres to your boundaries and won’t even ask if they’ve changed when you both get closer. So if you start out not wanting skinship as that is something you reserve for people you’re really close with you will need to be the one to bring it up if you change your mind.

Seriously out of respect, she may not realize if you just try to hold her hand or hug her after you’ve gotten closer, she is daintily stepping out of reach thinking you had moved closer unintentionally and she doesn’t want to erode your trust in her even by accidentally breaking your space bubble

A Momo with a crush will slowly gain more confidence as she gets positive feedback from you. Of course, all of it anonymously goes on her blog, and she talks it out with her friends to make sure she isn’t missing anything and to plan her next steps

Bless their hearts, they help ground this romantic in reality a bit so she doesn’t end up confessing way too soon and way too publicly or dramatically to the point it might feel like a staged prank

Todoroki is sitting on her bed absolutely clueless as he listens to her babble excitedly to Tsu, Ochako, Jiro, and Hitoshi. Surprisingly other than his small mumbled words of surprise at relationship things in general makes good points for her and the others by just using logic and his level-headed reasoning. 

He is also your biggest supporter of you two getting together because he sees how happy you make her and that alone makes him smile and tell you you have his full support…to what you didn’t know and Momo was too embarrassed and stunned to explain when he just walked off afterward

She can make anything with her body so long as she knows the molecular compound, or buy anything for you with her money. But she is too romantic for that, she insists on learning how to handcraft something for you

Lots of little love notes end up in your mailbox, hand scrapbooked edges and lace envelopes without a name

She moves slowly and lets you realize on your own through the small touches here, words of affirmation, handwritten letters, and small handcrafted gifts (even with bandaged fingers from failing at first to craft them properly) that she likes you

If you ask she will blush and stammer but tell you if you want to know then why don’t you go to the park with her that weekend and she’d answer you then

Like I said she is a romantic, It is clearly a date and she dresses up so beautifully and sets up a wonderful picnic on the grass by the stream

When you get there she’d finally confess unable to look you in the eyes as she plays with her fingers but admits she has liked you for a long time and asks if it’d be okay for her to act on those feelings today

Your hands being held together not only gets sent to the group chat while you two sit together and talk but posted to her blog as she adds a little dreams come true quote to it

Congratulations you have just gotten the sweetest woman as a girlfriend, she is going to dote and spoil you rotten. Please take gentle care of her heart, it's so fragile hold it carefully in your trusted hands

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[conkers-thecosy]

Five Fic Feedback!

Tagged by: No one! Seen this floating about a few fandoms, and decided to bring it over to bagginshield!

Rules: Pick five fics you've written, then tell us about how you feel about it vs how readers have received it!

1 - Bad Blood

My Thoughts: This one is way bigger than I meant it to be! It was going to be about 5k words and the only scene I had in my head was Bilbo biting the elven guard, haha! Readers: People really seem to love this one! I feel like feral Bilbo is always a crowd-pleaser, and this fic got much more attention than I ever expected it to! - 2 - Soldier My Thoughts: I'm really proud of this one. It was my first bagginshield fic, and it was after a loooong break from writing. Even though it's a bit weak in places, I have such a soft spot for it. Readers: I ended up re-posting this one after some harassment kicked my confidence down the toilet, but since then the reception has been very positive! - 3 - Poet My Thoughts: I'm sorry to say it, but this is probably my least favourite fic I've written. If it wasn't so popular I'd have removed it and altered the end of Soldier so it was just one fic! Readers: This fic seems to be very popular, and was the first time someone made art of my work - and more than once! I remember posting the first chapter and not expecting very much, only to come onto tumblr and see random posts where folks were super excited to see it was updating! It was such a lovely feeling! - 4 - My Ego Dies My Thoughts: I genuinely love this one, I think it's probably my personal favourite. I really enjoy playing about with the idea of "forgiveness" between Bilbo and Thorin, and this fic really scratched a particular itch for me! Readers: Probably my least popular fic - statistically, at least! I've found most folk weren't into it for one reason or another, but the people who love it, really, really love it! -

5 - Stealing Moments, Moments Away My Thoughts: I wish I'd taken more time with this one in some ways, but in others it really is the reshirement fic I wanted to tell. Again, I got to tinker with that "forgiveness" trope, and have a good look at what survival might realistically have meant for Thorin. Readers: This one is a quick read, and it's soft and fluffy, so I think readers enjoy it for that reason, though I believe some found it a bit boring. It was being updated almost daily, and the folks who were invested came back to comment and read practically every time I updated, which was just amazing to me! - 6 - Backs To The Wall (Sorry, I've written six, so I wanted to do all of them!) My Thoughts: I wrote this because it was something I wanted to read, and couldn't find. It's been amazingly fun, and I told myself when I started (knowing it was going to be fairly long - even if I didn't realise quite how long at the time, haha) that I wasn't going to take it too seriously, and I was really only writing this for myself, as the most self-indulgent kind of nonsense, ever! Readers: I can't begin to tell you how utterly blown away by the response to this I've been. Like?? It's just crazy to me how much folks are enjoying this, how excited and supportive everyone has been! I've been so grateful for everyone reading, and genuinely shocked down to my bones, haha! 💛 - No pressure tags for: @fantasyinallforms @lucigoo @lordoftherazzles @domesticgoddesswriter @thatfancygirlinwhite @lauramkaye @sass-y-squatch @mintedwitcher (and honestly anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, *waves a wand* you are Tagged!)

#tag game #bagginshield #bagginshield fic #thilbo #thilbo fic #fic writer #fic game #fandom #fandom game #conkers corner #bad blood #soldier poet king series #my ego dies #stealing moments moments away #SMMA #backs to the wall #BTTW #conkers-thecosy

[courtofthrones]

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary:What happens when two people who are the opposite ends of a thread of fate try to get the other end of the thread to burn knowing they would burn too. Because he was the throne but she will see the throne burn.

A/N: This is a short chapter as I am posting the next one tomorrow.Sorry for the delay but i am mostly done with my papers so the next chapter will be coming soon and things are going to get interesting now that the setup for the story is done. Feedback of any kind is appreciated.

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Stage IV: TRAITORS OF AUTUMN.

Since the day he had mastered over his emotions, Eris Vanserra had never lost his composure .Never .But it seems like today is the fateful day he comes undone.

Allying himself with a "ruinous family" at the expense of his son and heir what was he thinking. His father had truly mastered the art of being a thorn in his son's side.

It has been hours since Beron put all Eris had worked himself to death for, into a precarious position with a single announcement of marriage.

As he snaked through the labyrinth of halls in the Forest house with long strides against the marble floors moonlight entering through the glass walls bounced off his auburn hair creating an image that would inspire the ire of the most talented artists of Pyrthian .Even with distress lining his face Eris Vanserra was truly a sight to behold. Unearthly even .

Betrothed.

Mother above he couldn't even bring himself to say it. No matter how much his body compelled him to just give in. To put an end to all these political scheming and take the beauty chosen by his father as his wife.

His bride to be .Y/n Tarsa. Truly temptation of the deadliest kind.

But Eris has stayed awake through far too many dark nights, working towards the throne just to let everything go to waste at the first sight of trouble. Nevermind the breathtaking packaging it came in. He could subject himself to endless whippings from his father if it would enlighten him about the intention behind this untimely betrothal.

As his father's study came into view he schooled his features into neutrality because even a glimpse of weakness can land him in the dungeons for days. When the heavily gilded doors are opened by the sentries letting him enter the room, Eris comes face to face with the monster in all his nightmares.

Beron Vanserra.The High Lord of Autumn Court. A man responsible for centuries of cruelty and bloodshed.

Eris bowed his head before his father as a greeting.

"My Lord. "

"Eris I did not expect to see you tonight .But then again you truly manage to surprise me with your every action." came Beron's reply without even looking up from his papers as Eris braced himself from any verbal lashing that he may receive.

"One would expect a male of your standing to spend the rest of his nights as a unmarried man drinking and fucking your way through the Crimson street. You know so that the rest of your days don't go to waste before you are shackled in the matters of marriage .But here you are bothering your father about some insignificant matter."

A vile male who didn't see women as anything other than wombs for breeding.But Eris ignored the vomit inducing statement .

"I do not believe the matter of me wanting to know the reason behind my engagement, to be an insignificant matter." Eris manages to reply with a steady voice.

But despite that, Beron's face hardened from his usual indifferent features at the mention of the engagement.

"What about it? Is your bride to be not to your liking?Is she not pretty enough for you to put a child in her?"

"Father you know very well that is not what I meant. What I don't understand is why her. Every single fae in our court knows you despise the Tarsas. And if my memory serves me correct you sentenced their son to death but now you want me to take their daughter as my wife? What would the other houses think about this? What would they think when the lowest of them are rewarded with the highest of honour?"

"They would think of their high lord being merciful and forgiving. But what about you son I thought that's what you wanted. To bind yourself with filth."

An unsettling feeling stirred in Eris' stomach. And he found himself praying to anyone who would listen.

"Do you truly think I am unaware about you dallying with The Night court ? You forget yourself my dear son. You forget I have lived through wars before you even took your first breath." Beron's words loud enough to rattle the glass windows as blood roared in Eris' ears. Did Beron know of all his plans? About his proposal to Rhysand for the eldest Archeon sister's hand so that he could secure himself an alliance? So that he could put himself on the throne.Was this truly the end of all his plans?

" If you are so eager to associate yourself with filth I thought it best for you to have the worst of it. And what could be better than a ruinous insolent woman with a traitor's blood pumping through her. So I called in a favour from an old acquaintance of mine who is desperate to climb the ranks again." continued to the furious high lord.

Eris could see that his father looked utterly satisfied at having outmaneuvered his son. Therefore he couldn't stop himself from blurting out.

"What if I do not wish to get married?"

"Then your wish must be buried this instant because you are to take Y/n Tarsa as your wife in a fortnight. And I will see it happen even if I have to drag your bloodied body to the altar."

Eris knew the sentence for what it was. A threat and a promise.

And he knew there was no arguing if he wanted to leave this room unharmed. Perhaps it was unfair of him but he couldn't help thinking that he would not be in this deep mess if it weren't for the Tarsas. And the one he blamed the most was Y/n Tarsa.

Though his father definitely got one thing wrong.

Traitors? The Tarsa's were no traitors. Because Elias Tarsa did not turn to ashes for treason.It was simply his father's cowardice that put Elias to fire. And brought doom upon the House Of Tarsa.

What a fucking irony.

Eris could laugh himself to the ground because Beron Vanserra had gone blind. Blind to the treason taking life right under his nose.

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You and Myhir rode through the silence of the night, the clacking of hooves against the road ripping through the air.Having your arms around his stomach had you feeling the muscles in his abdomen underneath his shirt.His scent was as familiar as the back of your hand but it was the underlying scent of your union that tinted your cheeks scarlet.

How many times have you let yourself imagine a life with Myhir-far away from all your problems? If only you met as different people.

But there is no point in pondering upon the what if's because fate had never been on your side.

Especially when you both were trying to leave this world a better place than you found it. Not to coin yourself a poet, but there was something so tragic in overcoming a deadly destiny of trying to oppose a great dynasty.

"Y/n we are here." Myhir softly whispers.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed the horse stopping.

As Myhir helped you jump off the horse you let yourself drown in the warmth of his embrace. And it seemed you were not alone in that idea because he pulled you closer to him as if allowing himself a moment of happiness before facing the harsh truth of life. As if your time earlier made him a bit more vulnerable and in love.

You cradled his face in your hands as he leaned down for a searing kiss. Unfortunately for you, before it could get any further someone seemed to clear their throat behind you.

The sound caused you to let go of each other with haste and had you both whipping your heads in the direction of it.

"Long time no see lovebirds."

Part 5

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #rhysand #the autumn court #cassian #eris angst #eris fluff #eris smut #beron vanserra #enemies to lovers #arranged marriage #slow burn

[rogerswifesblog]

Surprise surprise

A/N: here’s a random Drabble I wrote because of a few conversations with @jamneuromain after seeing this and many of this guys TikTok’s https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJxkxWJn/ he’s on my fyp all the time. Like. Really. And for some reason this gave me major Stripper Steve vibes.

This Drabble is a part of the series “it’s all about the…”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sugar Mommy Reader

Warnings: none

Grinning, Steve walked into the kitchen where you’ve been drinking your coffee for the past few minutes, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You still didn’t understand the hype behind Instagram but you did use it to follow some celebrities and movie updates. There were even some accounts that posted interesting facts about literally anything.

Seeing Steve’s huge and cheerful grin made you lower your phone as you already knew this meant he had something to show you. Or share with you some news. He definitely wanted your full attention.

“Look what I did-”, with that he held up his phone right to your face, nearly making you spill your coffee with the sudden move. The short video was him lip singing to a song. You looked up at him, noticing how he was watching the video with you, seemly proud of it. A big smile was on his face as he nodded his head to the beat of the music.

While taking a sip you watched it before it quickly turned into many short, slowed down clips of Steve in various positions, outfits and poses, everyone one of them sexier and more appealing than the other one. Not having expected this you coughed up your coffee, nearly choking on the sip as you spilled the drink over your clothes and nearly Steve’s phone but he pulled it away just in time.

After you stopped coughing you looked up at Steve with red cheeks from what just happened and Steve was also darkly blushing.

You looked at him for a second in silence before slapping his arm. “Steve-” “ouch why did you do that!” “A warning next time! Jesus, boy. What is that? Why did you make this video?” You still sounded a bit horse from the coughing, making Steve wince lightly. He really hadn’t expected for this to happen.

“No particular reason…just thought it’d look cool…and hot…I thought you’d like it”, he mumbled, looking down at his feet like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie glass. It actually made you chuckle. His sweet behavior. You really loved Steve for this.

“Baby, of course I like it, just…a warning next time, okay? You can’t just come up to me and show something like this without preparing me-I mean, look what happened. I’m wet and dirty”, as soon as you said those words you noticed the unintentional meaning behind it, making Steve’s head shoot up, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“So you’re saying it made you wet, mommy?”, he grinned cheekily, coming closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

You both laughed at that quietly, Steve kissing your cheek and hugging you tightly, his head buried against your neck. “Sorry for making you spill your coffee…and making you choke, too. Did mean that. Just wanted to show you what I post-”

“You posted this?? Baby, I thought it’s just for me!”

Thank you for reading!

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[outrunningthedark]

I'd rather people be 'negative' (more like realistic) over people being so positive that they come across as delusional and lacking in critical thinking. It's kind of obnoxious like i'm sorry but seeing the story for what it is is not 'negative' lol

Well thank you for these thoughtful words, nonnie! I am pro-spec, have even engaged in it from time to time (and have been wrong for at least some of it!), but this fandom seems to have a hard time separating fanon from canon, and it's the biggest reason why people are often left feeling underwhelmed, disappointed, or think they're justified in saying we're being "queerbaited". When I come across as "negative", it's not because I see someone else's spec and automatically shut it down as 100% unlikely without a second thought. It's because I, too, have watched the episodes and can deduce what the focus might be during a particular week based on who's already had screen time. It's because I actually read the interviews and articles - I don't mind spoilers. I like piecing actual facts together. - and take what Kristen and Oliver say at face value. Kristen said Buck's coma dream was going to involve Bobby and Chim more than the others? I went into the episode anticipating that, so the lack of Eddie didn't surprise me one bit and I didn't feel the need to "explain" why it was a good decision for my friends' sake. Oliver said not to read into Eddie's reaction when Buck died? Let's pump the brakes on the canon!Buddie timeline. (And now we know it was because Natalia and Marisol were going to be a factor leading up to the finale.) Even the couch theory stuff is like...6x01 made it very clear that Buck has to learn to be content ON HIS OWN and in the dinner scene Eddie follows up the relationship quote (not wanting to pick the wrong couch) with that being similar to how Bobby feels about choosing an interim captain. The self-worth/leadership arc has been there the whole time. The show just didn't expand on it! (I wish this fandom could say they're looking forward to Buck's scenes without acting like it's some big payoff we've been WAITING for the way they were treating the couch theory when they tried convincing themselves 6B was gonna be a Buddie speedrun, but alas.) I get it. My posts are a metaphorical bursting of a bubble. I "bring the mood down". But I'd rather approach an episode or story line with an idea of what's to come than set my expectations SO high that anything less than what I want or hope to happen will leave me feeling dissatisfied and struggling to figure out how we can still "win" in the end. How is THAT more "fun" than what I do? Because you get more notes and positive feedback? I'm good there, thanks.

#anonymous #tina speaks #buddie #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside Chapter Seven

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

Masterlist

Likes, reblogs and feedback always greatly appreciated

WC: 3k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

The drive proved to be longer than I expected, I was unsure of how much time has passed since my initial departure from the house, the silence in the car still deafening as the moment I first left. I finally began to recognize my surroundings as I approached the city limits, focus being set on reaching Blossom distracting me from the car that had been tailing me for quite some time now.

With each turn my stomach started to do somersaults as I neared closer to the well known alleyway. I was still unsure of exactly how I’d explain my situation to Seongho, what reasoning I could formulate to explain to him my abrupt vanishing act. I pulled the car alongside the curb, placing it into park before shutting off the engine. The secondary car, still unbeknownst to me, parking on the other side of the street and also killing its engine. Crossing behind the vehicle I started my walk down the alley in silence, attempting to take a deep breath to compose myself before a tight grip found its way around my wrist, pulling me back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” My eyes immediately are drawn to the hand around my wrist, glancing up to meet Minho’s cold stare, his brows furrowed in irritation.

“How did you-”

“I have full surveillance over the house. You really think I’m not alerted anytime any entry point is breached? Especially after dark?” His grip stayed firm, halting any movement as I attempted to wriggle my arm free. “You think you can just steal one of the cars and take a joy ride whenever you feel like it?” His agitation was clear, I should have assumed that someone would have known of me sneaking out.

“Oh please, I totally thought there would be no better way to spend my time than taking a car for a joy ride.” Our expressions stayed sharp on each other, both not daring to take a breath under each other’s stare. “I had loose ends I needed to tie up, okay? Now could you please let me go?”

“Siu…?” Seongho’s voice was soft behind us, almost as if he was trying to comprehend my sudden presence in the alley before him. I turned to see him directly outside of the door, cigarette hanging from his lips, yet to be lit by the lighter in his hand. I used the brief moment of distraction as an opportunity to pull my arm from Minho’s loosened grip as I turned back to him and spoke in a hushed tone.

“Just let me take care of this, okay?” I stepped forward towards Seongho, leaving Minho frozen in his spot as his eyes stayed sharply on me. Seongho’s expression stayed as one of shock, clearly not expecting me to abruptly show up in the night. The familiar help wanted sign once again posted outside of the door, clearly looking to fill my now empty position. I stared at it solemnly before looking up to Seongho with pained eyes, trying to force a smile. “I see you guys are needing some assistance already.”

“Well I-yeah… We assumed you weren’t coming back by your radio silence.” His eyes glanced up to Minho down the alley behind me. “And who’s this manhandling you?” Seongho’s voice was that of irritation, his familiar protective nature over me the same as always. I turned back to face Minho, still standing in place where I left him.

“He um… He works for my family.” Seongho’s brow raised in confusion, eyes crossing between me and Minho as I turned back to him.

“And he’s here with you? This late at night?” Realizing I had briefly forgotten my original story I had formulated for Seongho, the one in which my family ran a convenience store on the outskirts of the city, I quickly tried to backtrack.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been working some late nights at the store, he was just giving me a ride back to my place.” My thumb pressed into the palm of my other hand, rubbing it to find some source of relief to break the tension coursing through my body.

“Is that where you’ve been this whole time? The store?” His eyes glanced between Minho and I, not wanting to break contact with him for too long and keeping an eye still on him.

“My mother hasn’t been doing too well and hasn’t been able to help out so they needed me back at the shop. I’m sorry, I should have let you know before I took off.” The familiar twinge of pain settled in my chest while speaking of my mother. As far as Seongho knew, my entire family was still alive, I hadn’t dared to even attempt to explain to him her absence, and I definitely wasn’t about to try and formulate a reasoning for my father’s abrupt passing. Seongho’s gaze stayed pointed on Minho, clearly still uneasy about his presence.

“I’ve been worried about you.” Seongho’s eyes turned pained as he glanced back to me. “We’ve all been worried. Even the regulars have been asking where you’ve been.” I turned to the ground with a hurt smile, recalling everyone inside who I had grown so accustomed to seeing every night. I never thought I’d miss the mundane so heavily, finding comfort in knowing what each day would bring me. Mornings spent in cafes with Seongho, our movie nights back at my place when we both happened to have a night off. The solace it brought me to not having a looming threat over my head now obliterated, especially after the meeting with the group earlier in the night.

“I truly am sorry, but I also can’t stay. I just knew I needed to see you so you could physically see that I was alright. I don’t need you having an aneurysm from stressing out about me.” I left a soft punch to his arm with a forced chuckle, his smile failing to reach his eyes as he pulled me into a hug.

“Please don’t leave me in the dark like that again.” Seongho rested his chin on my head as he held me tight, my arms wrapping around him as I tried to blink back the tears making their way into my eyes. My suspicions that he was once again glaring down Minho were confirmed when I pulled away, Seongho staring over me directly at him before looking down at me. “And don’t let this guy handle you like that again, and let me know if he does. I’m not scared to get involved if needed.” I let out a soft chuckle as I glanced behind me towards Minho, his hands settled in his pockets as he maintained his distance from us.

“I’m not too worried about him.” I squeezed Seongho’s arm, “I’ll keep in touch, okay? Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” I pulled him into one last hug before giving him the most genuine smile I could muster before turning around and making my way back down the alley. I continued past Minho, not speaking a word as I worked toward the road. He stayed planted for a moment, exchanging sharp eye contact with Seongho before turning and following me down the alley. Once reaching the road I rounded the corner behind a building and out of sight of Seongho, Minho in tow and stepping to stand in front of me.

“Who is he?” Minho nodded in the direction down the alley, his cold expression matched with his flat words once again causing me irritation.

“He’s just a close friend, okay? I can’t have him blowing up my phone because he’s freaking out about where I am.” I crossed my arms, leaning against the building behind me and breaking eye contact, staring down at the ground.

“And what did you tell him?” He slightly closed the distance between us, his abrupt interrogation the last thing I was needing tonight.

“I’m not stupid, Minho. He thinks you work at a convenience store run by my parents.” I looked back up to him in frustration, Minho chuckled softly as he glanced down the empty street, clearly finding amusement in the idea of him working at such an unassuming location.

“Well, are you happy now? Everything settled? Time to head back.” He turned to make his way back across the street to his car. I called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Could we… grab something to eat actually? I’m starving, and I know you won’t let me go by myself.” Minho sighed and stared up to the sky as his shoulders dropped in frustration before turning back to me.

“Fine. Where are we going?” A true smile finally crossed my face as I immediately perked up a bit, the thought of going to my favorite late night restaurant giving me a small dose of joy that I hadn’t felt since leaving.

“I know a really good ramen place down the road from here, you can follow me there.” Minho glared at me through his lashes, I raised my hands in surrender. “I promise I’m not trying to pull a fast one on you, I have no intentions of fleeing. Not like you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me even if I tried.” He had a small smirk as he shrugged, simply proud I was at least acknowledging his skill behind the wheel. “Perfect. Thank you.”

The bell chimed as I opened the door to the little shop, an older lady turning to greet us as we made our way to a table against the wall.

“Siu! Haven’t seen you for a while!” Her smile matched my own at the sight of each other, a warm feeling finding home in my chest.

“Hello Mrs.Park!” I gave her a soft bow before sitting as she made her way to our table and settled a hand on the back of my seat. “It’s good to see you too.”

“The usual for you dear?” I nodded happily before turning to Minho, his eyes meeting her’s as he quickly tried to place an order, the most polite I’ve seen him act. In all honesty I wasn’t aware this man had a single polite bone in his body, and it felt slightly refreshing to witness. Her eyes crossed back to me as she raised her brows with a smirk before I quickly shook my head and hands to brush it off, not wanting her to assume anything between the two of us. “Alright then, I’ll have that right out for you.” With that she left us alone in the empty shop, the awkward silence now sitting between Minho and I once again.

“You’re clearly a regular here.” Minho leaned back in his seat as he tapped a finger to the table, finally speaking up.

“It’s one of the few places to get a good bowl of ramen at this hour, Seongho and I commonly come here after our shifts are over.” Minho quietly nodded in response. A soft smile reached my lips as I stared down to the table, recalling happy memories of nights spent over a bowl of ramen together, laughing about different stories of interactions with patrons during our shifts at Blossom.

“And I assume Seongho is the guy from the alley?” My lips pressed into a line as I nodded, hands settling in my lap. The fluorescent lights of the shop were a sharp contrast to the dark night outside, and the interior was nothing special. Mostly white walls with white tiled floors reflecting the lights and making it feel even more bright. It was a small shop, only consisting of a few tables, a family run place clearly in business for quite a while giving them time to perfect their recipes and relationships with their patrons.

We fell back into silence until our food finally arrived, the large bowls sat before us creating ribbons of steam radiating off the hot broth. I smiled with a thank you before gladly picking up my utensils and digging in. Minho failed to touch his immediately, instead watching me devour the food in front of me. I swallowed an abnormally large bite, bringing my hand in front of my mouth as I caught my breath for a moment.

“May I help you?” My brow raised in question, clearly unsure of his decision to watch me instead of eating his own food. He shook his head with an amused look before finally taking his first bite, a small smile reaching his lips at the taste. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?” He nodded with a shrug before the two of us put our focus in our meals, the contents of our bowls slowly starting to dwindle. Our first moment together without some type of negative energy felt nice, both just enjoying our bowls of ramen in silence. I sighed in relief as I leaned back in my chair with a smile, finally finished. It felt good to have seen Seongho and enjoy my classic bowl, some sort of normalcy to savor before I ventured back to the house and readjust to my new normal.

Minho quickly paid for our meals before I had a moment to protest, leading me out as I gave a wave goodbye to Mrs.Park. Outside felt even colder after our warm meals, I pulled my jacket closed in front of me before turning to Minho.

“I could have paid for that, you know, I’m the one who wanted to come here.” He shrugged before continuing back to our cars, beckoning me to mine as he crossed to his.

“It’s not that big of a deal. Now com’on, I want to go home and get back in bed. I wasn’t expecting to have to chase you out here tonight.” I scoffed as I unlocked the door and slid into the driver seat and grumbling to myself as the car turned on and shut the door behind me.

“Not like you had to follow me out here, I was coming back.”

I followed him on our way back to the house, considering I was still unclear to where it actually was, or even how I even made my way out here in the first place. The drive felt like it went by much quicker than my venture out here as we pulled into the drive and shut the cars off. A bit more comfort in the drive with the radio actually on this time and a full stomach. As I stepped out, Minho was already by my door, waiting for me to exit.

“Tonight didn’t happen, okay?” I was taken aback as his cold demeanor quickly returned, staring down at me sternly. “Chan doesn’t know you left, and I’m doing you a favor by not telling him. So we’re going to enter the house quietly, and make our way to our rooms and act like we’ve been in bed all night, okay?” I nodded quickly in agreement, pulling my arms across my body and breaking his strong eye contact with nervousness. Chan had already stopped me fleeing from the house once, and I was more than alright without him knowing of my night journey. “Although, you will need to tell him about Seongho. I don’t care that he knows a fake story of where you are, he’s still a weak link that Chan needs to know about.” I quickly looked back to him, opening my mouth for protest.

“Please no, I can’t have him get roped up in this at all.” A fear I hadn’t thought about until now, the possibility of Seongho getting pulled into all of this, I much rather preferred the option of him staying in blissful ignorance. Minho shook his head, slowly blinking toward me.

“He’s not getting involved. Chan just needs to know he exists, before he learns another way.” My eyes grew in fear, my mouth parting slightly.

“You don’t think… they’d go after him… Do you?” Minho’s nonchalant shrug unnerved me, providing me with no sense of comfort in the matter.

“I can’t say for sure, but this isn’t up for debate. You’re telling him.” I softly nodded as my eyes met the ground again, attempting to hide the subtle tremble making its way into my bottom lip. With that, Minho placed a light hand on my upper arm, leading me back to the house as we quietly opened the door and made our way in.

Right as we entered, the kitchen light shut off as Felix crossed into the hallway towards the stairs, immediately stopping in his tracks at our sudden appearance at the door. My eyes widened as I glanced between Felix and Minho, Minho’s eyes sharply on Felix with a shake of the head.

“You’ve seen nothing.” He whispered quietly as Felix silently nodded. Minho made his way up the stairs, Felix and I staring at each other before I quickly followed Minho upstairs, Felix watching my ascent in silence.

Dropping my backpack onto the floor next to the dresser, I began to change into pajamas. Settling under my warm blankets and turning on my side, staring out the large window to the night sky. Stars littered the darkness, paired with the moonlight for a soft glow over the trees. I couldn’t help but still feel the pain in my chest, seeing Seongho really felt like I was truly closing a door on everything I had built for myself. And the thought of Seongho possibly being in danger simply for being close with me gave me every reason for worry. I was unsure what I could truly do on my side, all I knew was that as long as I kept checking in on him, I could assure that he was alright.

I turned onto my back, immediate restlessness overtaking my body. My thoughts were back to racing, the inability to calm all of the new possibilities running through my mind as I stared up to the dark ceiling. Tomorrow I’d have to approach Chan. As much as I hated to admit it, Minho was right. If Chan was at least aware of Seongho, maybe there was a chance to ensure his protection, even from afar. I ran my hands across my face, my cold fingers rubbing into my eyes. I just needed to sleep this off, get some rest and work through all of this in the morning. Hopefully a discussion with Chan will give me the ability to put some of these thoughts to rest.

Next Chapter

#stray kids mafia #stray kids #skz mafia #skz #lee know x reader #lee know enemies to lovers #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin #fanfiction #stray kids freeze #lee know mafia #lee know mafia au #alternate universe #lee know fic #drunkewok

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Crafting and Selling in the hobby.

I think there’s some important differences in expectations about crafting in the hobby. One is on crafting for our dolls and encouraging others to do the same and then the second is our expectation of quality or skill level when we buy a handcrafted item or doll. I think most of us feel it’s great when people want to learn (or even just try) any or every interesting aspect of customizing and crafting for their own dolls. Personally I think that’s one of the best parts of this hobby, the creative potential to customize so many aspects of our own dolls. I try to really encourage people to create for their dolls if they want to. 

But when I shop, buy or commission something I have a different expectation about skill level. If you are sewing items for sale, I expect well designed items, proper fit, evenly sewn stitching, appropriate fabric weights, reasonably scale of prints and trimmings, etc. If it’s a faceup, I want to see at minimum, several different well photographed examples of your work on several different resin bjd sculpts, a materials/sealants list, a published price list and an estimate of your average turn around times. I don’t think I would commission a faceup artist that had fewer than about a dozen good examples of their work to view.

If as a doll hobbyist, you make your own bjd that suits your vision, I’m happy to see that as part of your hobby activity and I like to follow the progress of these projects. But if you expect me to be interested in buying it myself, at minimum it needs to be a strong and unique concept, a well sculpted head or doll with a professional level of casting and finishing and properly engineered joints - priced competitively to other artist-made dolls. I want to see multiple photos, head examples in each resin tone offered and to see at least 1 finished example, painted and styled. Honestly, I feel that well over half of the artist dolls I’ve seen for sale in the last 2 years haven’t been developed or refined enough yet to be offered for sale. Regarding unfinished 3d printed dolls or files to DIY print, I would want to see several completely finished, assembled and painted examples, not just an example of the digital mock-ups. I expect these items to be priced accordingly too if it’s basically a bare-bones garage kit or if it is just a set of instructions and a file, which has no further time, replication or materials costs required beyond the initial development. 

 Is any of this required? Of course not. Everyone’s free to do just as they like. But I’ve also heard a certain  amount of complaining among doll crafters who say that people like their items and give them positive and encouraging feedback but they are frustrated when people don’t actually buy their stuff. If they hang out in groups that are mainly based on mutual encouragement and overall hobby enjoyment, especially if they don’t really offer an area for direct, honest and straightforward constructive critique, people may be mistaking a general feel-good encouragement and approval commentary of their crafting activities for an accurate quality assessment of their items. 

I am just one voice on these topics. I’m a person who crafts in another hobby, I know how to judge the skill level of my own work, price it accordingly and I sell it successfully. I’m also a person who likes handcrafted items, buys them regularly from others and would like to see more skill in the handcrafted items for sale within doll hobby - so my post is my opinion based on that. Hopefully the comments will also offer several additional opinions in this discussion. 

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #BJD Artists #BJD Sculpting #BJD Crafting #Critique

[rollercoasterwords]

hi i would like to rant to u if thats okay because i saw ur rant u wrote like 6 days ago and it just kinda made me think so i hope u don't mind.

i love writing. i always have and when im writing i always get excited, except then i started posting on the internet. at first i got some attention which actually pushed me to write more and then i wrote this fanfic that blew up and got a lot of attention which dont get me wrong was GREAT like im proud of it, but it also changed my perception of writing

all of a sudden this silly little thing i wrote was now something people were talking about with their friends and reccomending and that was great but it made me feel different about my own work. it changed how i percieved writing, and more often than not i catch myself writing for them, not for me.

recently i started writing this fic that made me giggle and kick my feet while writing it. i wrote it SO fast because i could not get enough of it, and then i started publishing and it didn't get much attention. i've had other fics that didnt get attention before and it was like meh, but after the work i wrote that blew up, it felt like my fics NEEDED to become popular to be good, which is like,,, shit

and whenever i posted a chapter of my new fic or talked about it, i'd get comments on my fic asking about my popular one, if i'll make a second one ect.

it made me lose interest in my story because i'd gotton hooked on others approval and i didn't want to write something they weren't interested in, because then they wouldn't read it and it would all be for nothing.

i forgot the original reason i started writing. for me. and its been so hard to try and just get back into that headspace of writing for me and not others because of the attention i'd gotton from my previous stories.like how i felt now that i had a fair few followers i owed them stories THEY wanted to read.

i'm not sure how to get back into writing for myself, because i don't want to delete my works or stop posting, because i do enjoy it when people say nice things and help my motivation, but at the same time it also makes me feel like i have to write what they want and not what i want, because if i write it and they dont like it ive failed

anyway thats my little rant, i dont know if u even understand what im talking about but it was nice to get off my chest

thank you <3

no i feel u i can def relate 2 a lot of that experience! it can be a weird experience 2 have a fic go viral & it is definitely not always entirely positive. honestly think the only reason i've escaped a lot of the harassment + hate i've seen directed towards other people who have had fics go viral is that my fic that went viral was a rewrite of someone else's story, so most of the discourse remains centered around the original story + writer which honestly. feels like i managed 2 dodge a bullet lmao

but i can def relate 2 the sudden pressure of abruptly finding urself in a situation where tons of people are reading something u were just casually writing 4 fun, and suddenly feeling like u need 2 meet certain demands or live up 2 expectations. honestly feeling this pressure to keep up w those expectations led to some burnout 4 me last fall/winter, which is why i stopped posting for a few months. and like obviously i can't say what would be most helpful 4 u--that's something u kinda have 2 figure out 4 urself--but i do know that for myself + for some other writer friends who i've talked to, taking a break from posting can be really helpful in like...reframing ur mindset. i think getting some distance from the constant expectations + demands + feedback can help sort of clear the air and strips away both that pressure + that attention + sort of makes it easier 2 focus on writing just to write for urself. 4 me it helped me figure out that while i do love sharing my writing + getting nice comments + messages + talking 2 people abt it etc, that's just icing on the cake, and writing still brings me a lot of joy even without any attention. and once i was able to like...center that attitude + ground my writing in personal enjoyment rather than the online attention economy, it made me feel steadier abt coming back + posting again, and also helped get rid of some of the anxiety of meeting people's expectations, bc i realized that at the end of the day i genuinely don't really care if someone dislikes my story so much that they need to stop reading it; in fact, i think it's better for everyone involved if someone who feels like they're not getting what they want from my story goes and looks for what they want somewhere else! it's not a failure on my part to sufficiently like...entertain an audience or provide a product, because that's not what i'm trying to do in the first place, y'know? and i think that shift in mindset helped a lot, and continues to help when i start 2 feel that pressure again from posting my writing online. it's counterintuitive at first bc i think we're all sort of conditioned to think there's no point to making art unless you're making it for an audience, but once u realize that The Audience is not the be all end all of creating art, i think it makes the process of creation a lot more freeing + fun.

anyway hope u are able 2 navigate the weirdness that can come with sharing ur writing online + find a way 2 write that brings u the most joy!!

#ask

[hiswitchcraft]

Thank you for talking about divine femininity as a trans person. I hate the emphasis on new age divine femininity being the gold standard for spiritual workings when, as an indigenous person- there's a lot of cultures where being "balanced" in masc/fem energies and accepting all possible outcomes of being human is how you connect with divine energy. Sometimes it feels really alienating when the divine feminine from the perspective of (presumably) cis women (especially white women) is the majority of what people talk about

Aw you are so welcome! Y'know until my little back and forth with @solarboytrick (hope you don't mind the tag) I (rather ignorantly) hadn't really considered that people of color may also feel alienated by the white centric-ness of the witchcraft community in a possibly similar way to how I feel alienated as a trans person (particularly a masc one.) And you as an indigenous person seem to feel alienated by both. I've been thinking about it a lot and will probably continue to. Thanks for reminding me of that and sharing your experience.

I'm gonna pick apart some things you said and go on a ramble real quick, don't mind me...

"And accepting all possible outcomes of being human is how you connect with divine energy." I really love this. It's interesting to me because I feel like so much of how internalized homophobia and transphobia manifests is holding onto a stagnant expectation of complicated experiences. If more people were open to the fact that they may be gay, or trans, or that being trans is more than "switching between the two," or at the very least that other people had those experiences, I think they'd be a whole lot happier and there'd be a lot less nonsense.

I wanna mention one other thing that you said. "From the perspective of (presumably) cis women" got me thinking. There's something that annoys me about the gender binary, and particularly how it manifests in the new age version of the divine feminine. Besides me hating the gender binary and it leading down the alt right pipeline and all that. And it is the focus not just on the gender binary, stereotypes, etc, but a very cis version of manhood, masculinity, etc. Like just because I use the term man to refer to myself does not mean my manhood or masculinity is in any way inspired by cis men. It does not mean I want to be perceived as a cis man or that my experiences are comparable to them. Anyways I'm rambling. I hope I didn't stray from the point or your point too much! Back to the post.

I'm glad that something I wrote seems to have resonated with so many people for different reasons. Especially because I was actually very nervous to post that. I am often not met with understanding or curiosity when I share my experiences as a trans person.

What you described makes perfect sense to me. I feel much more magical living as a trans person than I ever did as a cis person, and I always say that trans people are more magical in a way.

Thank you for reading the post, taking the time to send this in, and sharing your experience. All the positive feedback I've gotten from that post means the world to me 💕

#I know you probably went on anon for a reason but I'd love to hear your perspective as an indigenous person more!! it's valuable to me #witchblr #trans witch #trans #trans man #divine feminine #trans magic #transmasc

[gurugirl]

Hi!! I know on your Patreon you asked for feedback so I just wanted to send it here. This might not be the most helpful as it’s technically not feedback but praise!!

1st off, I’d like to say that you FEED us…. like real feasts!!! You post wayyyy more consistently (and just more content wise) than any other person I subscribe to. Like I have never had someone post multiple stories in one day!!!

2nd, the story lines are good…. Like I’m TUNED IN!! You breathe life into your stories and that is why they are so captivating! For ex: the whole rundown of each character in your nympho series… *chefs kiss*

3rd, you are literally just so nice. Your messages/posts on here and on Patreon are always so sweet and I really feel like my money is supporting a talented, genuine person. And that makes me feel good.

The only thing I might add as to why people are not as interested are maybe the stories aren’t their cup of tea, but honestly I’m kinda picky with the things I read and I love your writing.

Personally, I would love to see more soft dom harry fics or like nerdy harry type stories. If you wanted any ideas 🤭

I hope this helps a little, and I hope more people see the value in your writing! ❤️

Oh my god you don't know how much this makes me feel relief and makes my heart swell 🥰. And I'm taking notes for what you want. Thank you for that! I love any ideas you have for what you would like to see on patreon.

This response to my request for opinions on Patreon might be the only one I respond to on Tumblr bc I got so many yesterday and don't want to bombard the dash.

Thank you to everyone who has chimed in and given me your feedback. I feel like I'm worrying over nothing and anyone that feels I'm not posting often enough simply has unrealistic expectations as I post 2-3 times per week on Patreon. All of you who have sent me the kindest messages really helped me feel better, though I did wake up this morning to another one who cancelled and this was what they chose to select as their reasons for cancelling:

I will be honest and say that this kind of response really makes my head spin in the worst way but I really shouldn't take it as personal as I do. It's just so hard not to feel super upset when I'm posting so often on Patreon. I have to just realize some people are impossible to please and that's that. But it does feel good seeing the overwhelming amount of love and positive feedback from you guys.

Thank you!!

xoxo

#ask #patreon ask #xoxo

[redheadlesbianfreak]

For the writing meme: 📡☯️💝

📡Why is sharing your writing important for fandom?

Thus far, I've only ever been interested in writing for small fandoms and posting for small fandoms. I've never written for anything big, so I don't know if I'll ever understand the huge impact that BNFs have on communities (though that sounds a little intimidating). For smaller fandoms, I feel readers tend to appreciate your work more, as it's less common to get stories from authors. A big reason why I can find it hard to write for bigger fandoms is that a lot of the ideas have already been taken (though this isn't quite true, there's always a story that someone hasn't written).

In little fandoms, you'll almost always be the first author to take a huge leap, and there's the idea that you might leave a bigger impact. I also think it's important to support smaller authors and less popular stories in general, especially if they resonate with you. I've met authors who are the only writers for their fandom, who are the ones who started their tag and carry dead/dying fandoms on their backs. It also inspires us to write more, and it inspires other people to take that leap and write their first story for the fandom.

☯️How do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experiences social anxiety?

This one will tie into the answer to the previous question. I think that fandom survives with engagement. There are some authors that really do need that engagement and others who do everything for themselves. While I do think that you can get to a point where needing engagement is super unhealthy, I feel that both of these mindsets are completely valid. When you work so hard that you pour your heart and soul into something, you do want to gain something in return. Obviously, we don't do it for money, and most of us don't do it for fame either. We do it because we want our work to resonate with someone, to inspire them.

I've been in fic communities where people write for insanely small communities. And more often than not, the lack of engagement can truly get to people. It can cause people to give up on stories to make writers feel like they aren't appreciated. So honestly, anything to show us you care can help. Even a kudos can make someone's month, and a comment can be treasured forever. I'm really grateful for everyone who commented and kudosed and read my fics, because hey, they really didn't have to do that, but I did think that kept me going for as long as I did.

I do get a lot of anxiety interacting with strangers on the Internet. Responding to comments on Ao3 and on Tumblr can be a bit anxiety-inducing. Sometimes, I feel kinda guilty when I get comments on my work telling me that they thought it was good, which is really weird, isn't it? I think I need to get better at taking all types of feedback, negative and positive, and getting used to people interacting with my work. One thing I've loved about becoming an author is that I used to be too shy to comment. Now, I realize how important it is to get engagement, and I do it more often.

💝What is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I think that the answer to that is the first fic I ever published and the first fic I wrote for the Futurama fandom, which is Escalating. I'm not really sure what I expected to happen with that fic. I really didn't think it would get any engagement in such a little fandom, but it garnered way more attention. Now, it's one of the top Futurama fics on Ao3 in terms of stats, which is kinda wild to think about. It even surpassed some of the fics that inspired it in the first place.

I've debated as to why this ended up being the case at all, and I think it has a lot to do with a number of factors. For one, it was luck. I started posting in the summer, and I finished the fic very quickly because I had a lot of free time. It was the first fic for the pairing that I wrote that got over 50,000 words and got completed. On top of that, no one else was really writing for that pairing at the time, so that also helped. I don't think it would've been as well-liked if the circumstances were different.

One thing I'm worried about is that I don't want my most popular fic to be the first fic I wrote. No writer wants to peak early like that, we want to get more recognition as we improve. But I also have my eyes set on writing for even less popular fandoms now, so we'll see if that happens. Maybe one day I'll write something that will surpass it in stats. But it's important to remember that stats are never a guarantee that a fic is better written than something else.

#writing #asks #fanfiction

[secondsonaym]

It's 1 AM. I can't sleep.

So instead I'm going to get something off my chest again, because it feels like people have forgotten their manners a bit.

I can see what you tag on my posts. Even if you don't reblog it from me. They show up in my notifications, and yes, I get many notes a day, so I see a lot of tags. Some of these tags... Are not very appreciated.

Now, I'm about to show the tag that was pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back for this, but let me get some things out of the way.

1. Do not find this person and go after them. They are not the sole reason I am upset. They are not the first, and they likely won't be the last, but they are the most recent example.

2. I don't often speak up about this stuff, because I've been conditioned to think every instance I try to set boundaries and let my discomfort be known, I am acting unreasonable. Even now I feel like I am going too far, but it's at the point I want my discomfort to be known rather than sit in silent suffering.

With that out of the way, let's get into it.

In my time running this blog, I've seen all manner of tags. Most I enjoy and smile at, happy to see people enjoying what I put out.

But some others... Frustrate me.

This is one such tag that isn't very appreciated.

Star is my OC. And there are certain things you just don't say about people's OCs, especially in this manner.

The OP sees your tags. You and the OP don't know each other. Regardless of your intent, your tags do not exist completely unperceived now, and what you think might just be a fun silly little comment becomes a backhanded snide remark.

It's a general (albeit unspoken) rule in the OC-making 'community' that you do not compare people's OCs to other existing characters, period. Yes, I can see the similarities between Star and Amy. Do I appreciate the comment? No. Because Star is a lot more than just a lovestruck cute girl wielding a large hammer.

But this comment isn't the only one I've received of a similar vein.

I've had MANY people comment about her wool being purple or quoting the 'why he ourple' meme. And what really bugs me about these comments is that, in-game, you can make followers any color of the rainbow. So why is it such a big deal that my OC has purple wool? You surely can't expect everyone's OC version of the Lamb to only have white wool, right?

I'm thankful and happy to have received so much positive feedback and attention when it comes to Star. She's quickly become an OC near and dear to my heart, and I'm happy to keep sharing her with you all, alongside my ideas for the story I'm putting her in.

But sharing one's OC publicly to this extent is also a very vulnerable position.

Am I demanding everyone love Star? Hell no. I don't think she's the best OC to grace this side of the internet by a long shot, I am being VERY self-indulgent with her when it comes down to it.

But people need to maybe think before they comment regarding other people's OCs. Just like being overly familiar to random people on the internet isn't great, making comments like this unprompted about a character that somebody is clearly putting a lot of energy into sharing with people is... Well, even if unintentional, it's rude.

Again, the Amy Rose comment isn't the only one I'm frustrated about, this has been something I've basically had to put up with since day one of this blog.

If you don't like my OC, there's blocking and filtering and all that jazz. I don't care.

But please be more considerate of what you say, and the context in which you say it.

#i'll probably delete or priv this later but i just. needed to say all this. #i try to keep things positive and i don't want people to assume i take issue with every single thing they do when interacting w this blog #but i would rather not have to put up with stuff like this

[chthonic-cassandra]

For the ask meme: 7 - 15 - 19 - 20!

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

This is a really interesting question. I've never written the kind of fic for which I've reasonably expected a lot of readers/attention, but posting fic in particular is of course for me fundamentally about wanting to share something I've created and have it impact others, and when I do get positive feedback/support on something it moves me a lot. The nature of the types of fandoms I write in and the types of stories I write means that I tend to have a pretty high hits/kudos ratio, but don't get many comments, which I'm mostly at peace with; I don't make a lot of meaning out of not receiving comments, though like any fic writer I love to receive them. With exchange fic, where I'm trying to write for a specific person, I'll feel good if I get an enthusiastic response that shows I really hit the mark on what they were looking for, and a little sad if I get the sense I didn't manage.

The fact that I got back to writing Compromise after my tremendously long hiatus on it from 2015-2021 had a lot to do with the smattering of comments I got over the years from people who said that they continue to come back and read the series and feel excited about it, that they understood that it might not ever be finished but hoped that it would. Those comments wouldn't have been enough to make me start working on it again if I wasn't clear about the fact that I had more to say, but knowing that there were people who continue to be invested in my characters and story was large part of what made it feel worth it to resume. It's a pretty emotionally risky series to post in certain ways, and so whenever I do receive positive/supportive comments on it I really take them in.

15. How do you think your writing as improved over time?

I think I've gotten a lot better at pacing and creating narrative tension. Most of all, though, where I think I've most improved is in finding a balance between restraint/subtlety/withholding or implying things while at the same time letting go of self-consciousness around writing things that are more extreme/self-indulgent/etcetera.

There's also just something to be said for increasing maturity and capacity to convey characters and relationships with nuance. Thinking about Minor Initiations, which is a Dracula fic I wrote back in May 2009 that includes a lot of the same elements of these later sections of Compromise (sorry everyone, it's all Compromise all the time in my head right now) - there's the tension with Mina and Jonathan both struggling with how they see each other while adapting to life in Dracula's castle, there's all the Mina + brides stuff, there's the contrast between domesticity and violence. In "Minor Initiations" everything is louder; the psychological dynamics aren't developed as gradually, so they're less convincing; the brides are more caricatures; the violence (including sexual violence) isn't actually any more extreme than what happens in Compromise, but it's more sensationalized and less visceral. (Also I use the terms sadism and masochism in dialogue anachronistically. Whatever, younger me.)

There's something really quite cool about being able to directly compare the way I have written (roughly) the same premise at different times in my life.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

Ideal fic for me as a reader or as a writer? An ideal me!fic for what I consider to be my strengths would of course be about people dealing with tangled traumatic relational dynamics, with a lot of atmospheric imagery.

I wish I wrote more sexy femslash, though. I don't consider myself very good at writing sexy things, except sorts of queasy, edge of erotic vs horrific traumatic bonding stuff.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

So much! My writing, including my fic writing, has helped me make sense of and put words to my inner world. It's let me play with different ways of understanding experiences I've had, trying them on from different angles. It's helped me feel connected to other people.

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