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red-hibiscus · 2 months

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BL characters I relate to most as a mentally ill gay trans man

Daisy from SCOY

Surprising no one, I, a trans person, relate to Daisy. They're outgoing and seemingly don't care about how people view them. They know they're visibly queer and they normally don't mind it (from what I see). But at the end of the day, society does affect them. They're hesitant to believe Touch genuinely cares and is attracted to them despite Touch being an absolute green flag who is very direct with his flirting. Even after, Daisy was worried about people would view their relationship with Touch and tried to become Day, a more masculine version of themself. Impossible of course and they broke down emotionally exhausted. I feel that so much because I also don't believe it when people, especially cis gay men, are attracted to me. I've caught myself trying to change my behavior to be more masculine (as I'm a bit on the nonbinary side of things). It's bad, but I know how Daisy feels.

Wang from 180 Degree Longtitude Passes Through Us

As a 26 year old trans gay immigrant in a country that doesn't want me, I have a shit ton of pent up anger that has been building up since I was a child. I've calmed down over the years, but I can still be stubborn and argumentative when it comes to politics and human rights. I'm also a linguistics major, thus an academic.

Wang is so much like myself and like a lot of people around me. Like me and Wang would be close friends irl I know it. We're young and stubborn. We're angry at the older conservative people around us, too much sometimes. So he lashes out. Many of his points are correct, but they're not hitting. Partially because the people he's talking to don't want to change, partially because he himself is stubborn. People like us yearn to be free, to be ourselves and to learn. Wang has a passion for the humanities like myself. Yet he knows society really only cares about STEM fields. I've compromised and am getting a master's in computational linguistics. Even though really I just wanna learn as much as I can about sociolinguistics.

Karl from Gaya Sa Pelikula

I haven't watched GSP in a hot minute, but I do remember feeling very seen.

So in the show Karl has his gay awakening, tries to internally and externally deny it, and eventually let himself be free to feel everything and be himself (at least in private).

Now I didn't have a gay awakening, but I guess you could say a trans awakening. In middle school I felt different, I suspected maybe some flavor of LGBT, but wasn't sure and I was too afraid to think about it too hard. Come high school I secretly wanted to join the LGBT club, but was afraid. Then I was essentially adopted into the LGBT club and dragged into the friend group during lunch because I was a loner like everyone else. At the time still "identified" as a cishet woman. As time went on people started to suspect. "Why are you in the club?", "why did you cut your hair", "why do you dress like that?", "your voice is low for a girl haha", etc. Much like Karl, I was not ready for any of that. I was still struggling to make sense of it all and come to terms with it myself. So I kept rejecting it and every time it hurt.

I kept rejecting it until I couldn't. Until someone I resonated with so much came out as trans and it clicked. My trans awakening was complete. I became able to be more myself, but only in private safe spaces. I wouldn't come out and live as a man until after high school and it was terrifying.

Adachi from Cherry Magic

I've only watched the jpn ver, but I'm sure that character remains the same.

I'm anxious and used to be quite shy. Now I'm just awkward. I'm really bad at seeing the good in myself cause I feel like I'm wandering around aimlessly in life. Not that impressive. So when people compliment me I think "haha they're just being nice" (refer back to me never believing people are actually attracted to me).

Adachi is the exact same. He has the same routine every day. Just going through the motions and not really thinking anything of himself. But then Kurosawa comes along and the ability to read minds. Adachi then realizes "wait, someone I respect so much actually loves me? And thinks I have a lot of good qualities? Makes me wanna cry." And me too Adachi. I'd be the same.

Jared from 7 Days Before Valentine

Jared, my precious baby, is described throughout the show as kind, but weird and different. We later learn that he has dyslexia, and honestly he seems to be somewhere on the autism spectrum. Even if he isn't, he has a behavioral difference people pick up on and then shun him for it.

I too was seen as kinda weird growing up. Maybe it was the autism, maybe it was the social anxiety. Probably both. And then of course there was the gnawing feeling that I was different than everyone else and it turns out it's because I'm trans.

So when Jared said that people didn't talk to him because he wasn't like other people it hit me so hard.

Myungha from Love For Love's Sake

The whole show is sad yet cathartic for me. Myungha is depressed yet spends his time comforting others. He has a hard time loving and receiving love. If you give him a fictional character who is very similar to him he will love them and see all the good, but he doesn't see it in himself. Relatable as hell.

I have an incredibly hard time being honest with my emotions and letting people love me and express attraction. Mostly in a romantic/sexual context. Dpdr is cockblocking me. So dating is hell, but I'm lonely and yearn to not be.

Probably if you put me in a situation like Myungha I'd also go "yep, that right there is my blorbo" and then not realize that all the things I like about the person and make me care about them are things I have.

Honorable mentions:

Both Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse

Nozue from Old Fashion Cupcake

Oh-Aew from I Told Sunset About You

Cher from A Boss and a Babe (I headcannon him as autistic)

Amber from DNA Says Love You

Uea from Bed Friend

Mitsuomi from Restart After Come Back Home

Jao from SCOY

Maybe I'll make another post for those later

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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long winded ass post I contemplated not writing but did it anyways. read if you’d like or ignore lmao.

so I feel as though this kind of goes without saying but a lot has changed on tumblr and the vibe has shifted a lot, sadly, not for the better either :/ I thought about this for a while and although last week, I was not posting any new content due to the strike, I’ve decided to step away from writing in general after this month. I could sit here and go on a tangent about how it’s the ‘algorithm’ and ‘dying fandoms’ but to me, this boils down to the fact that I refuse to exhaust myself to be unappreciated + disrespected. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful to everyone who reblogs and comments on my works all the time because I am incredibly grateful! I love each of you and I look forward to reading your tags/thoughts. However, it’s not lost on me that the anime fandom in general is becoming shrouded in toxicity and many of us are being pushed away. We’re in an age where people are seen as content machines and not humans so others feel entitled to their art and feel no need to be kind, understanding or empathetic to that person’s feelings. I’m not wasting my time trying to teach people manners that they should’ve learned a long time ago. I refuse to share my craft with people like that. And to say the quietest part out loud: y’all don’t want black writers around, PERIOD. One scroll through the dash shows that much. As someone who’s written primarily for AOT (not changing btw) and specifically the black side of the fandom, it’s almost laughable at the extreme lengths that ppl have gone through to see it be erased. And I don’t mean getting fics hit with labels or reporting (that failed so they switched to plan B.) since I began back writing in 2020-21, it was obvious that it was the most popular among black girls and I remember ppl telling me to write for them. Hell, it’s the sole reason I even watched. Needless to say, I fell in love with the show and it holds a special place in my heart. However, I realized I didn’t need any of the original material. Not only that, in all the years I’ve been writing, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many black girls resonating and happy with a group of characters. It was the first and only time I’ve seen stories where I didn’t feel as though them being a black character was a hidden secret or toned down to appeal to others (no shade). It was in my face and proud, even if I didn’t personally resonate with the reader or concept of the story. It still felt good coming from a fandom where I was literally the ONLY black writer in it. Fast forward and I clearly see that now, it’s not welcomed. We could sit here and blame it on non-blk (yt) having the problems but that’s a load of bullshit and the only enemies we have are one another. It’s been other black writers who have littered the tags with discourse abt the same stupid topic to avoid new fics being seen. It’s been other black writers who have switched fandoms when they were no longer the ONLY ones bc coexisting is just too damn hard apparently. It’s been other black authors who have made it blatantly clear that they are only interested in seeing and creating stories that are palatable to other races so they won’t be perceived in a negative light or to be seen as one of the ‘good ones’. Even down to not using black reader tags or avoiding coded language. So much so, they are comfortable laughing at anti-black rhetoric being pushed on other apps so as long as their new favs are not the brunt of the joke.

I’m not here to tell anybody how or what to write. I’m not here to say you ONLY have to like one show but what I am saying is that i will NOT be spending hours and days agonizing over a fic for it to be minimized to a joke for a bitch on TikTok. I will not spend the little free time I have trying to crunch and finish a fic for it not do well but watch y’all pile in my mentions to argue over nonsense. And I won’t sit here and watch y’all purposely try to run other black writers away bc they don’t fit ur aesthetic. Fiction is fiction and whether you resonate with it or not, it’s expression. I’m a boring ass country bumpkin from the middle of nowhere, Florida who’s got social anxiety, chronically ill, neurodivergent and is in bed by 10:00. I don’t smoke, never had sex and I literally never leave the house unless I’m grocery shopping. I never have and never will live the life of any of my characters, even the most tame ones. But I write for EVERY black girl and want everyone of them to be seen. The one space where that seems to be allowed is obviously not welcomed anymore. Arguing and trying to defend ourselves against people who are committed to misunderstanding us is pointless. Minimizing us down to ‘baby mama’, ‘hoodrat’ fics, simply bc you no longer like certain characters (many of which you all were writing for not too long ago) is quite frankly clown and coon ass behavior. Watching y’all become enraged by tropes that are used by ever race, every fandom, etc but turning the blind eye bc it suits ur narrative is fucking hypocritical and laughable at best.

I’m not insecure in my writing. Never have been and never will be. I know I pour everything I have into creating the best work I can and it’s for that reason that I won’t allow it to be treated like trash. I have over 250 drafts in my Google docs and best believe, that’s where they’ll stay until I see fit. Although I know it’ll probably mean leaving the last place I have any sense of community and social interaction in general, it’s not worth coming on here angry everyday in defense mode. Its not worth getting out of my character over and I rather just not be around if it means I have to play mean girl. My mind may change and all of this will just have been me getting shit off my chest but as of right now, this account will be archived come February 28th. Thank you to everybody who’s supported me this far and gave me a safe space. I love all of you so very much and hope that we can enjoy the rest of this month together 🫶🏾 🤍

#cherry chats 🍒#tw rant #tw discourse #tw long post #happy black history month lmao #writing #fanfic writer

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jesslovesboats · 8 months

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BECAUSE YOU DEMANDED IT, I'm back with more Sad Boat Books for Sad Boat People! But first, some words.

I never dreamed that a silly little graphic I made for some friends would generate this much response on twitter and here, but I'm overjoyed that it resonated with so many of you! I read every single comment and tag, and by far my favorites are all of the people who say some variation of "I thought I was the only one who loved these books." We are NOT alone, there are literally thousands of people who reblogged or retweeted this list-- people of all ages and backgrounds and gender identities. Sad Boat isn't just for old white men! I was also delighted to hear from other librarians who are using this in displays and for reader's advisory. PLEASE go forth and do so with my blessing, nothing would make me happier! I was recently laid off from my librarian job as part of a restructuring under new management (don't worry about me, it sucks right now but I'm gonna be fine), so I would love to think that I'm still contributing to the library ecosystem while I'm out of commission. I would also love to keep making these lists (including one that deals with Sad Boat fiction and one with recommendations for other types of media), and I've never had more time to do it, so if you have suggestions, please drop them in my inbox!

Anyway, enough of that-- here are more books! I've either read all of these, or the recommendation came from someone I trust, so read with confidence!

First Hand Accounts

The Quiet Land: The Antarctic Diaries of Frank Debenham edited by June Debenham Back

The Voyage of the Discovery by Robert Falcon Scott

Farthest North by Fridtjof Nansen

Endurance by F.A. Worsley

Boats boats boats!

Franklin's Lost Ship: The Historic Discovery of HMS Erebus by Alanna Mitchell and John Geiger

The Voyages of the Discovery: The Illustrated History of Scott's Ship by Ann Savours

HMS Terror: The Design, Fitting, and Voyages of a Polar Discovery Ship by Matthew Betts

The SS Terra Nova (1884-1943): Whaler, Sealer, and Polar Exploration Ship by Michael C. Tarver

You'll learn about the Ross Sea Party and you'll like it

Shackleton's Heroes by Wilson McOrist

Shackleton’s Forgotten Men: The Untold Tragedy of the Endurance Epic by Lennard Bickel

The Ross Sea Shore Party 1914-1917 by R.W. Richards

The Lost Men by Kelly Tyler-Lewis*

Polar Castaways by Richard McElrea and David Harrowfield*

*These were on my other list, but this is my graphic and I'll do what I want

Sad Airships and Planes

From Pole to Pole: Roald Amundsen's Journey in Flight by Garth James Cameron

N-4 Down: The Hunt for the Arctic Airship Italia by Mark Piesing

Antarctica's Lost Aviator by Jeff Maynard

Disaster at the Pole: The Tragedy of the Airship Italia and the 1928 Nobile Expedition to the North Pole by Wilbur Cross

More Shackleton Content

Shackleton: A Life in Poetry by Jim Mayer

Shackleton's Last Voyage by Frank Wild

The Quest Chronicle: The Story of the Shackleton-Rowett Expedition by Jan Chojecki

Shackleton's Forgotten Expedition: The Voyage of the Nimrod by Beau Riffenburgh

Polar Partners

Snow Widows by Katherine MacInnes

Polar Wives: The Remarkable Women Behind the World's Most Daring Explorers by Kari Herbert

Widows of the Ice by Anne Fletcher

Sad Boat Graphic Novels

Shackleton: Antarctic Odyssey by Nick Bertozzi

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard*

How To Survive in the North by Luke Healy

*This was also on my other list, but this is my graphic and I'll do what I want

Biographies

Scott of the Antarctic by David Crane

Ice Captain: The Life of J.R. Stenhouse by Stephen Haddelsey

Cherry: A Life of Apsley Cherry-Garrard by Sara Wheeler

Birdie Bowers: Captain Scott's Marvel by Anne Strathie

Roald Amundsen by Tor Bomann-Larsen

Miscellaneous sad boat books that are well worth your time

I May Be Some Time: Ice and the English Imagination by Francis Spufford

Fatal North: Adventure and Survival Aboard USS Polaris, The First US Expedition to the North Pole by Bruce Henderson

Barrow's Boys: A Stirring Story of Daring, Fortitude, and Outright Lunacy by Fergus Fleming

Pilgrims on the Ice by T.H. Baughman

The Coldest Crucible: Arctic Exploration and American Culture by Michael F. Robinson

Ghosts of Cape Sabine by Leonard F. Guttridge

Icebound: Shipwrecked at the Edge of the World by Andrea Pitzer

If you read and enjoy any of these, please let me know!

EDITED TO ADD: OG Sad Boat Books post here!

#reader's advisory #sad boat #sad boat books #polar exploration #nautical history #read this #sad boat 2: electric boogaloo

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miss-sweetea-pie · 7 months

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I just saw an interesting maiko post. I didn’t want to comment or reblog because I figured that person didn’t want to have a discord considering the tags and some times tumblr recommended things to you. I probably wasn’t meant to see it honestly, But now I want to talk about it.

It was about how Zuko and Mai are just teenagers who don’t understand each other sometimes and then fail to communicate.

Also about how Mai’s emotionless trait collides with Zuko’s need for emotional validation and Zuko’s controlling possessiveness collides with Mai’s need for freedom. But they care for each other that doesn’t make them a bad couple, and Mai is not a bad girlfriend.

Honestly it a really good way to frame the relationship. I would also call it incompatible, maybe even toxic? it doesn’t make them bad people, but sometimes people do bring out the worst in you. Technically, this is true for Zuko, considering he went back to the fire nation, and he started dating Mai at the same time. Mai is the first person we see him speaking to after betraying his uncle and the show wants us to know he made the wrong choice. Mai is use as a narrative tool for Zuko’s lack of support in the fire nation,he’s miserable when he goes back home, and the one person, you would think he could connect with, his girlfriend, is cold and emotionally withdrawn. The show used Maiko to explore the the emptiness of being home in the fire nation, the empty promises of fire nation glory he been chasing and it doesn’t resonate with him anymore, also the impossible standard of gaining conditional love. (Sorry but Maiko is Zuko centric so it does makes Mai hard to read at best and abusive at worst)

I don’t deny that they care about each other in someway they’ve known each other since they were children, it’s safe and comfortable. but love is not enough. Honestly most toxic relationship in irl continue because they love each but they are not good for one other. Zuko and Mai they don’t understand each other and it seems like they don’t really want to understand each other. That’s the problem. (Mai mostly).

Maiko is really just a toxic cycle of their needs not being met

This scene where Zuko want to talk about his feeing and open up to her

Mai: *yawn* I just asked if you were cold not for your whole life story.

(Not going to lie, that was funny but it’s still a very dismissive thing to say, especially to your partner.)

Zuko is actually a little bit more sympathetic when she tells her “sob story” he didn’t yawn

Zuko: I like when you express yourself.

(her being off and on with her anger. Is like a metaphor for him being in the fire nation, trying to make something work and it’s not working. Constantly feeling like he said or does the wrong thing)

and It just bubbles over until they finally blew up

Zuko’s possessiveness is a reaction to after he feels like he has done all sorts of stuff to please her. it’s zuko reaching his breaking point. Boy is really insecure in this relationship because the feed back he gets from her is contempt. Sure we could argue and say that doesn’t make mai a bad girl friend maybe this is just her sense of humor or personality. well, it doesn’t mesh well with Zuko therefore, they are incompatible, and a bad couple with each other.

( also Zuko is not nice here that’s kind of the point he hads regressed in his character arc so to speak.)

and then they get back together by making out.

Sure she says she cares but why when did she actually show it? Actions speak louder than words! We never get a moment where Mai gets it and really understands him.

#anti maiko #anti mai #just to be safe #zuko #they deserved better #pro zuko #pro zutara

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barbwalken · 7 days

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Tbh I dont need a particular or deep reason to block or unfollow. Most times the main reason is just because they spam a tag, or reblog a lot of things i dont follow or know.

I have no idea who follows this blog, and I dont usually take the time to check. And for the same reson I would never tell anyone what to do or how to interact with this blog. Like, you just want to lurk? Ok. You don't want to reblog? Thats ok too.

Feel free to comment or share or ask me things. Or don't, thats good for me too. I dont like to tell people how to tumblr.

Be free guys, do whatever shit you want with this blog

#there is no particular reason for this post #im just laying in bed with the flu thinking about this 😪#the lemon dou didnt heal me #i cant believe it

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readyforthegarden · 3 months

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Breakable Heaven - Part Eight

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, arguing 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

AN: I just want to say a big big big thank you to everyone who read this fic!! Thank you for the comments and tags, asks and reblogs and sometimes direct messages about it!! It means the world to me that so many people enjoyed it. This has been one of the most fun fics I've had the pleasure of writing, and I'm so happy it's resonated with others!! And an especially big thank you to @joshsindigostreak and @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine for workshopping this with me months and months ago and hyping me up to write it, and helping me work through blocks and double checking my writing to make sure it makes sense. I love you both so SO much!!!! I'll be taking a little break from writing just to let the cup refill but I'll be back soon, I have a few projects in the works, so keep an eye out!!

P.S. stay tuned for the epilogue next wednesday!!

WC: 4455

You had come to bed only a short while after Danny had, quietly tucking yourself in next to him and pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder before falling asleep. When you woke up, Danny was already gone from the room. You figured he was nervous to stand up in front of a new bunch of strangers and pretend he was a close friend of the groom. You gathered your things and made your way to the bridal suite, eager to start getting ready for the big day.

Entering Olivia’s room, you saw her sitting on the small loveseat, cooling eye patches resting above her cheeks as she sipped on a cup of tea. Her eyes met yours, and you rushed to sit beside her, seeing the tears shining in them.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” you gently took the teacup out of her hands, placing it on the table before taking her hands in yours. “Are you getting cold feet? Say the word, I can have us out of here in ten minutes.” Olivia shook her head, sniffling.

“No, no it’s not that.” she sighed. “I just was thinking how I never thought this day would happen.” she broke out into a smile. “How lucky I am to have family and friends here supporting us. How lucky I am to have you, especially.”

“Liv,”

“No, you have been the sister I’ve always wanted, that I begged my parents for when I was a kid and a lonely only child.” Olivia laughed. “I’m so happy that you’re going to be standing beside me through this.”

“Oh Liv,” you began to feel tears prick your own eyes. Letting go of her hands, you threw your arms around her, hugging your best friend so tightly. “I wouldn’t dare be anywhere else.” Olivia returned the hug, sniffling into your hair as the two of you embraced.

“Who knows, maybe in a few years, I’ll get to return the favor at your and Danny’s wedding.” she giggled, causing you to bite your lip to hold back a grin as you pulled back.

“It’s way too soon to think about that,” you laughed softly, looking down at your lap. To be honest, you had briefly entertained the thought. You blamed it on the festivities, but when you had been in the bath, listening to love songs, you couldn’t help but picture dancing with Danny at the reception to them, and then your bridesmaid dress slowly turned into a wedding dress. He held you the way he did in the ballroom, up on the stage, whispering sweet sentiments to you as you shared a first dance in front of family and friends.

Olivia watched your face and leaned in, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“When you know, you know.” she replied, a knowing tone in her voice. She reached out, touching the sapphire pendant you still wore.

“Oh god, I forgot to take this off.” you reached up to take the necklace off, but Olivia stopped you.

“No, keep it on today.” she instructed. “You’ll be my something blue.”

“It doesn’t go with my dress, Liv.” you protested softly, waiting for her to agree. Instead she took the small sapphire in her palm, smiling down at it. She glanced back up at you, a look in her eyes you couldn’t quite place.

“It goes with you.” she responded, letting the pendant drop back to your chest. “Besides, I’m the bride. You have to do what I say.” Rolling your eyes you were interrupted from replying by the suite door opening and the rest of the bridesmaids spilling in, garment bags in hand, chattering excitedly. The makeup artists and hairstylists bustling in after them, beginning to set up for the long morning ahead.

Downstairs, in a room less buzzing, Danny sat with the groomsmen, watching the random soccer match that was on the television. Most of the morning was just hanging out for them, no primping and preening to go through. Danny almost felt out of place, usually his getting ready took a bit, making sure his stage outfit was right, getting some makeup put on his eyes, some rhinestones. He felt like he was going to be woefully unprepared. His legs crossed, his foot jiggled anxiously on his knee as he toyed with the phone in his hand.

He had booked a plane ticket early in the morning, while laying next to your sleeping body. The blue hour light seeping in behind the gauzy curtains on the window made you look almost angelic as you slept, your nose wrinkling while you dreamed. Danny hurt himself then, thinking of how he would wake up this early every morning if it meant watching you look so peaceful. But it wasn’t meant for him to do, you apparently still had feelings for Gavin, and the bastard probably wouldn’t even admire you that way.

That’s what prompted him to grab his phone off the nightstand and book the flight home that evening. He thought about an earlier ticket, but if anything, Danny was a man of his word, and he couldn’t let Olivia and Mike down. He’d stay for the wedding, make it to the beginning of the reception, and then once he wouldn’t be missed, he could slip away and call a ride. He still hadn’t talked to Sam. Every time he thought about telling his best friend what happened, his stomach twisted. How could he confess to being so naive? And Sam had cheered him on it? The call to Sam would have to wait. At least until the airport before he boarded. Or maybe until tomorrow, after he took a cab home instead and wallowed in misery.

This. This is exactly why Danny stopped dating seriously. The heartbreak was too much for him sometimes.

“Are you okay?” Mike rested a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “You look like you’re the one about to walk down the aisle.” the man nodded towards Danny’s bouncing foot, and Danny forced a smile.

“I’m okay,” Danny nodded. “I’m just still not feeling super great.” Mike withdrew his hand from Danny quickly with a grimace.

“Okay well, I think Thomas has some Emergen-C or something, let’s get you some of that, and then just chill out for a while, and try not to get me sick before my honeymoon.” Danny chuckled slightly.

“I’ll stay back, I promise.” and Danny did just that. He took the vitamin C drink mix from Thomas, and excused himself to go back to his room. He knew you’d be in the bridal suite all if not most of the day, so he took this opportunity to sip on the drink while packing his suitcase, making sure nothing was left behind. One of his sweaters was missing, and he searched all over his side of the room and the bathroom for it. He had almost given up, when he saw it peeking out of the closet on your side, the cream and black design beckoning him over.

Taking it off the hanger, he held the soft material in his hands, smelling your lingering lavender and the scents of your perfume mixed with the faint hint of the bonfire from the campout. Memories of that trip started to spring up in his mind, and he quickly shut them down. He couldn’t think of weaving your braids out of your hair, or you sitting on his lap and drinking from his beer. He needed to build up that wall again, to keep himself protected.

“Wait until Danny sees you,” Olivia hummed as she watched the makeup artist put the final touches on your face. She had already been glammed up, her hair perfectly curled and cascading down her back. “He’s gonna fall over.”

“He’s probably too nervous about tripping or falling down the aisle.” you laughed, trying not to move too much. “I’m sure he’ll think it’s lovely after I’ve danced and sweat a bunch of it off.”

“If you sweat through this powder and setting spray, I’ll eat my hat,” the makeup artist joked. “And if that man doesn’t immediately say how gorgeous you look, I’ll come back and kick him in the shins.”

“You know what? Deal.” you giggled. You were antsy, you hadn’t seen Danny in action since dinner and all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and tell him everything that happened in the hallway. As you switched spots with Mila, taking her place in the chair in front of the hair stylist while she took yours at the makeup station.

The bridesmaids were simple, a low chignon bun at the nape of your necks, softly curled tendrils framing your faces. The makeup was natural, a small iridescent shimmer across your lids to stand out, and a mauve lip to complement the deep olive green of your dresses. Olivia’s vision was stunning, and was coming together perfectly.

You couldn’t wait to see Danny, his tan skin in the suit and matching green tie and pocket square. As one of the photographers traipsed around the room, snapping candid shots of the getting ready, you hoped that there would be some good pictures from the day and reception of you and him together, something to look back on from this moment in your relationship.

Danny stood in a lineup of the groomsmen, his tie being fixed by Thomas before the young man stepped back into line himself, and they all stood together, arms around each other's shoulders, grinning for the camera. Danny found himself relieved that his profession had taught him to fake a smile in front of a camera. Though it wasn’t hard to be happy for Mike and share in his excitement to marry Olivia. The two were contagious in their happiness.

After a few more photo ops, it was time to head out to line up for the procession. Danny felt sick, nervous at the thought of seeing you, he could already hear your excited laugh out in the hallway as the wedding planner made sure Olivia was tucked out of sight of Mike. It was like the twist of a knife in his back.

As the groomsmen filtered out of their room, you eagerly searched for Danny, seeing his curls a few inches above everyone else. Rushing over, you grinned up at him.

“You look handsome as ever,” you smiled. Danny glanced down at you, giving you a tightlipped smile. Your face fell slightly, placing a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” Danny took a deep breath.

“My stomach is just a little upset.” you nodded sympathetically.

“I can run back to the bridal suite real fast, I think I have some antacids in my emergency bag.”

“No, it’s okay.” Danny shook his head. He folded his hands at his front as music started, signaling the beginning of the processional. “I think you need to go take your place with Thomas.”

“Oh, okay.” you replied softly, feeling a bit hurt at how he brushed you off. You chalked it up to nerves again. “I’ll see you after the ceremony.” Danny just nodded, staring straight ahead as you moved away to the back of the line, where Thomas waited, crooked elbow ready to escort you.

“Everything good?” he asked, seeing you looking a bit crestfallen.

“Yeah, just anxious to get going.” you answered, taking your bouquet from the planner. You saw Olivia leave her hiding spot, as Mike had already walked down the aisle, and stand with her dad behind you and Thomas. Watching their moment together made you teary eyed and you turned around quickly, refusing to cry already. “And that’s going to make me sob.”

“You and me both,” Thomas sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye.

The wedding went off without a hitch, the ceremony as beautiful as it could ever be. Your eyes kept dragging away from Olivia and Mike to Danny, who seemed to be doing everything he could to avoid your gaze, only catching your eyes a few times before diverting them away. He did the same during photos in the courtyard, the vineyard and around the gazebo in the front of the estate. You hadn’t seen this side of Danny before, and it was beginning to perturb you.

Danny slipped away just after dinner, excusing himself to the restroom after the speeches and just as the dance floor started to fill up. He made it back to the room, grabbing his suitcase and doing one last scan of the room before he stopped. Something told him to double check the drawer of his nightstand, and when he did, he found the caramel apple suckers he had bought a few days before. The ones that you told him in a tipsy lilt matched his eyes. Danny sniffled, taking the handful of candy and tossing it onto the bed, feeling angry at the whole situation. Taking the pad of paper out of the nightstand, he wrote a quick note to you, ripping it haphazardly off and tossing it with the candy.

As he left the room, he glanced back, vowing to leave the memories of what happened between you exactly in this place.

“Hey, have you seen Danny?” you were pacing through the dance floor, trying to find your date. Everyone you asked shook their heads, and you began to grow frustrated. What was with him today? The wedding was over, he didn’t have to be so anxious anymore. He should be here with you, relaxing and drinking tequila to celebrate the week was over.

You left the reception hall, going upstairs to see if he was back in your room. Maybe he was lying down with his stomach ache. When you entered the room, it was dark. Tiptoeing to the bedroom, you didn’t see anyone in bed. You flipped on the overhead light, looking around confusedly. Danny’s side of the room was spotless, as if he’d never been there. Suitcase gone. You walked towards the bed, seeing the bright green wrappers of the suckers and picking one up, remembering what you had said to him and smiling softly, before noticing the piece of paper.

‘I hope you have a wonderful life with Gavin. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you. - Danny’

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned, rushing out of the room as fast as possible. You tripped over the hem of your dress and on the stairs as your chest heaved with sobs you couldn’t quite let out as you ran. You entered the reception hall, a brief moment of insanity as you thought maybe it was a cruel joke, that he was playing with you and ready to party on the dance floor. But he wasn’t to be found. As you searched, Olivia caught your eyes from the edge of the dance floor, halting her movements and rushing over, Mike hot on her heels.

“Hey, hey what’s going on?” she asked, leaning in. “You look like someone kicked a puppy in front of you.” you stared at her, feeling every emotion from the week bubble up in your chest, before they started spilling out of you.

“Liv, I’m sorry,” you started crying. “I’m so, so sorry. I’ve lied to you this whole week. Danny isn’t my boyfriend, I met him on an app and I hired him to pretend so I didn’t have to face this alone. He’s not my real boyfriend, but maybe now he is, everything is so fucked up I don’t know.” Olivia watched you crumble, reaching out to you and calling your name but you kept spilling your secret in front of her and Mike. “But now, now I’m pretty sure he’s the love of my life and he’s gone because of fucking Gavin!”

Olivia finally got a hold of you, stopping your rant and clasping your hand in hers, giving you a knowing look.

“I’ve known.” she shook her head. “There was no way you’d keep a man that fine and that amazing a secret. I knew if you were going to these lengths to keep from feeling awkward and alone this week, that it was just best to let you go and we’d talk about it later. But I got to watch as you and Danny fell in love with each other the whole time.” you sniffled, using the back of your clasped hand to wipe tears from your cheek.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lied.” you shook your head. Olivia just smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

“You’re easy to forgive.” she murmured. “Now, what happened with Danny and Gavin?” you took the crumpled note in your other hand, unfolding it and showing it to her. Mike peeked over Olivia’s shoulder, reading Danny’s scrawled message.

“I didn’t want to start any trouble, so I didn’t say anything,” you took a shaky breath, trying to calm your tears. “But Gavin was still here last night, and grabbed me on the way to get the glue. He tried to kiss me in the hallway and begged for me back, but I slapped him.”

“Finally!” Olivia looked excited, then glanced back to the note, her smile falling. “Oh no, Danny,”

“I didn’t know until I saw that. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him.” your tears started up again. “And now he’s gone and I just…” you felt lost, the idea of a future without Danny too much to bear.

“I’ll get my keys.” Mike looked at you. “We’re going to find him.”

“What if he won’t talk to me?”

“If he won’t talk, then he’ll listen.” Olivia crumpled up the note in her hand. She grabbed yours again and started pulling you behind her, heading for the doors.

“Liv, you guys can’t leave!” you protested.

“It’s my wedding, I can do whatever I damn well please!” Olivia called over her shoulder. The two of you waited in the lobby anxiously while Mike ran up to their room to get the keys for his car. Every second felt like hours dragging on, and finally your impatience won out.

“I have to go, I can’t wait,” you let go of Olivia’s hand, gathering your skirt in your hand and running to the doors and down the steps. Danny could already have been at the airport, and running wouldn’t help get you to him any sooner, but your body needed to move. You could hear Olivia shouting at you to wait as you ran the best you could in your heels on the gravel drive. The warm lights strung up in all the trees illuminated the world around you in a soft glow, but you couldn’t stop and take in the beauty, all your legs could do was run.

The wind was cold against your tear streaked face, and you could feel your hair falling out of its low bun. Nothing mattered, nothing mattered at all until you could talk to Danny, sort out what happened, and tell him how you felt.

You’d made it down most of the driveway, coming to the gazebo where you’d all taken photos earlier that day. It was covered in lights, lit up and caught your attention in the dark of the property. You glanced toward it briefly, and ended up doing a double take. A tall figure was pacing inside it, causing you to come to a stop. You’d recognize that mop of curls anywhere.

Your heart beat out of your chest, body now feeling like it was wading through sludge as you made your way over. Danny hadn’t noticed you yet, preoccupied with his phone. It wasn’t until you took the first step in your heel up on the wooden gazebo that he turned, almost jumping before he turned his face stoic, almost glaring at you. He was still in his suit from the wedding, his suitcase waiting next to him, presumably for a ride.

“Danny,” you breathed. Your entire body felt like it was trembling. Terrified at the idea that he wouldn’t listen, that this man you’d grown to love in such a short time would hate you for the rest of your lives over a misunderstanding.

“Save it,” Danny shook his head. “I don’t need to hear it.”

“I just want to tell you-”

“I said I don’t need to hear it!” Danny moved away from you, causing the tears to well up in your eyes as he regarded you so harshly. “I hope you and Gavin have a wonderful, happy life together. Really, I mean it.”

“I’m not with Gavin!” you stomped your foot, feeling like a petulant child as you glowered up at Danny. Danny stared at you incredulously, stuffing his phone in his pocket and folding his arms over his chest.

“It didn’t look like that last night.” he shot back, clenching his jaw.

“Gavin was drunk and he grabbed me in the hallway. He begged for me to come back and tried to kiss me, and I slapped him.” you defended yourself, hands shaking as you started to lay out your heart to him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Danny asked.

“You didn’t give me the chance! Danny I don’t want Gavin, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

Danny swallowed roughly as his face softened and tears once again spilled down your cheeks. “Danny, I am so in love with you.”

It felt like it happened in slow motion, as Danny’s long legs closed the gap between the both of you and took your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss. Your hands grabbed at his suit jacket, clutching the material for dear life as you felt your heart explode in your chest. His fingers tangled in your hair, causing what was left of the chignon bun at the nape of your neck to fall down into loose waves. When he pulled away, you opened your eyes, looking into his hazel ones that were shining and glimmering.

“I fell in love with you the day we met,” Danny breathed against your lips. “I am so fucking in love with you, Honey.” he had tears in his eyes now, and you felt less silly as your lips broke out into a grin. Before you could help yourself, you let go of Danny’s suit jacket and tossed your arms around his neck, hopping up on your tiptoes and kissing him again as his hands found a home on your waist, pulling you into his body. The two of you reveled in your embrace and newly proclaimed feelings, feeling that insatiable urge from a few days before, but in a different way now. You didn’t want to go anywhere if Danny wasn’t going to be there too.

Hearing gravel fly, you broke away from Danny, seeing Mike’s car skid to a halt in the middle of the driveway. You lifted up a hand as Olivia got out of the car, beginning to bolt towards you. She paused, watching you and Danny carefully before Danny leaned down and placed another kiss to your lips.

“I don’t know about you,” Olivia turned around, looking at Mike who was leaning on his arms on the roof of his car, watching with her. He looked at his new wife with a smile as Danny and you embraced in front of them. “But I hear wedding bells when I look at them.”

“I do too,” Mike agreed with a grin. They gave you both a few more moments before beckoning you over. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a reception to attend, and some cake to eat.” Danny held the back door to the car open for you, helping you in and closing the door for you before jogging around and getting in next to you, leaning in and kissing your cheek as he got comfortable.

“I brought this,” Olivia handed you your makeup bag, and you thanked her profusely. “Mike, watch the bumps, and go slow.” you touched up your makeup on the short ride back to the winery in the glow of a light up compact. Danny assisting and helping you put your eyeliner on, his hands a bit more steady than yours.

Olivia and Mike were able to walk back into the reception, wolf whistles and smirks shot their way, which Olivia ate up. No one noticed you and Danny sliding back in a few moments later, or the grass stains on the hem of your dress, or the current state of your hair. You’d thought Danny would want to sit down, hash things out more, or at least eat that promised piece of cake, but instead he took your hand and pulled you out to the dance floor.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, your bodies were flush to one another as Danny swayed you both, looking down at you like he’d never seen anything so amazing in his life. One of his hands left your waist and cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping the apple of it gently.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have been so stupid.” shaking your head, you turned slightly, pressing your lips to the pad of his thumb before looking up at him.

“It’s okay,” you gave him a soft smile. “It’s okay, we have a long flight back tomorrow so that we can talk everything out. For right now, I just want to be in your arms and enjoy the last of this little bubble we’re in.” Danny nodded with a small smile, tucking you in impossibly closer.

As he rested his chin on top of your head, you realized you didn’t need to worry about your future with him. Your ear on his chest, you could hear his strong heartbeat in a steady rhythm, and you knew you would follow that beat anywhere.

“What do you think, about stealing some cake, taking it up to our room, and eating it in bed in our pjs?” Danny murmured in your ear a little while later. Olivia and Mike had made their official departure to get some rest for the honeymoon and the party was starting to die down. Smiling up at him, you pressed a kiss to his lips quickly.

“Sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

“No, the best idea was agreeing to be some girls date to her friends wedding.” Danny laughed as he led you to the cake table, grabbing a plate and handing it to you before finding a few other little desserts and piling them on the plates.

“Mm, sounds like that was the best thing to ever happen to you,” you mused softly, watching his eyes glitter as he winked at you.

“Oh Honey, you have no idea.”

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gallavichthings · 8 months

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Hoping you can put this out for all of the artists and writers that participate in your events. Just wondering how everyone deals with the feeling of posting something and having it completely flop? Those of you that have had it happen, how do you come back from that?

Hello, dear anon! I'm posting this so that anyone who wants to reply may do so, as you requested, but I also wanted to include my own two cents.

First of all, let me tell you I absolutely understand your frustration. It can be very off-putting to post something you put effort into to just have no one apparently notice it. There are a lot of posts saying how we should write/make art for ourselves, and not for others, and while I agree with those to a certain extent, once you actually post something, the goal is clearly to have it noticed by your peers.

That being said, I do encourage you to try to redefine what a flop means. Is it no notes at all? Because I hardly think you're getting no notes at all, especially in this fandom (but if you are, maybe there's something off with the way you're "marketing" it, so let me know and maybe we can help).

I assume by flop you mean getting less notes than you'd expected, so I think it's a matter of expectations. Are you comparing yourself to others? Because let me tell you right away, that won't do. Some people are more popular, period, and who knows why that is. Sure, most of the time these people are really talented, but usually it's that they make something that resonates with people, but I couldn't tell you why some do and some don't. It's absolutely impossible to predict what the fandom will or won't like. Even if you compare your works with your other own works, that will happen. I can't tell you the amount of times I've written something thinking people would love it only to get just a handful of kudos, while some other fics I've written on a whim, thinking no one would care, got way more attention.

Number three: give it time. Sometimes things aren't appreciated right away, but eventually they get further. I still get daily kudos on fics I wrote 8, 9, 10 years ago.

Finally, and this is a message to everyone, not just the anon who sent the ask: this is why fandom is important, and this is why you have to share the things you enjoy. Leaving likes/kudos is a great thing, but once you reblog it or add it to a recs list, that's when other people get to know stuff. That's literally my main job here, that's the reason I created this blog, so it would be an archive for the fandom. Yes, I organize events as well, and I answer asks and all, but the main point of this blog has always been and will continue to be reblogging. (I unfortunately don't have as much time to go through the tags as I used to, which is why I have my dear @sickness-health-all-that-shit helping me out, but it's still possible we miss things, so you're always welcome to tag me or send me your posts if you notice it's been a week or two and we haven't reblogged them yet - please do wait a bit though, as we do have a queue to go through.) Also, please do leave replies/comments/tags, those are so important and encouraging to the artists/authors!

I hope this eases your heart a bit, anon. And I look forward to seeing what everyone else will say.

Cheers,

GT mod.

#mod post #fandom #Gallavich #tagging the last one only for visibility

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isilrina · 1 month

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Happy Art Monday!

Started at the end of last year, this piece underwent several reworkings and additions until completion due to delays during the holiday season. Originally intended for posting before the year's end, circumstances led to its completion a few days later, marking the new year with another addition to my Andromeda Six fanart collection.

'Close your eyes' portrays a pivotal moment in the relationship between the main character, Jiro, and Vexx from the game Andromeda Six. The two Kitalphan men, Jiro and Vexx were a couple before the treacherous coup shook their bond. Despite the turmoil, Jiro eventually realized Vexx was a victim as much as he was, and their love rekindled amidst the trials faced aboard the Andromeda Six.

While Nat' embodied boldness and Rina exuded emotional depth, Jiro stands as the most gentle and tender of my OCs so far. His tendency to avoid problems in hopes of their disappearance contrasts the harsh reality that he faces.

This artwork captures a crucial scene where the main character is falling, and Vexx rushes to catch him before impending danger. Much like the identifying details in previous drawings (the dog tags of Damon and the tattoos of Bash), Vexx's presence is hinted at through a glimpse of his sleeve.

Inspired by the song "Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers, the title encapsulates the essence of the scene, hinting at a moment of trust, protection, and the deep emotional connection shared between Jiro and Vexx amid life-threatening circumstances.

The heartfelt lyrics resonate with the emotional connection shared between the two men, echoing the theme of resilience and solidarity during turbulent times. The imagery portrays a gripping moment where danger looms, yet their unwavering support for each other shines through, depicting a bond strengthened by adversity.

The profound emotions conveyed in the song's lyrics parallel the essence of this artwork, illustrating not only the depth of their connection but also their determination to overcome challenges together. As the song suggests, it echoes the sentiment that despite the chaos surrounding them, their united strength and trust will guide them through the storm.

(Personal notes: As much as I love those hands, I'm not that fond of the background. I'll probably remake it when I'll have some time and I understand how to do what I want.)

Software used: Clip Studio Paint.

"Close your eyes" by Digital Daggers. (On Youtube)

And now I'm gonna take a few minutes to thanks the people who liked, wrote a comment, followed me or rebloged my art since the end of last year.

So here is a huge shout out and thanks to: @broken-little-bhaal-babe, @valkblue, @p0et-is-my-persona, @who-is-riley, @messydiabolical, @rungalwaysheretolisten, @justabadartistlmao, @rasaltav, @ohsotragical, @feydstan, @rachellaurengray, @dramionefeltson, @storyknitter, @kitschycritter, @notrandomatall, @cityofseraphim, @kad-dala, @h3av3nndh3ll, @nony-pandemia, @phans-aesthetic-adventures, @greenberrytea, @princess-paige-place-of-fun, @umbrellaseason, @hathorik, @blackblooms, @chlorhexidini and @mxsunnybop. Each time I saw I had reached one of you, it had brightened my day, so once again, thank you all.

(Unfortunately there was some people I couldn't tag because tumblr didn't let me, so if you are one of them and you see my post, know it is not intentional and thank you.)

I'll try do this more often, it will be easier next time ^^

#isilrinart #hand studies #visual novel #andromeda 6 #andromeda six fanart #main character #my ocs #boy love #oc:jiro a6 #peg'asi #vexx serif #scifi romance #bad boys #betrayal #forgiveness #healing #kitalphan #unity

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bbobpul · 7 months

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memories in the old reels

NOTE. first jun au and fourth email i can't send! reblog and like and follow @medyowriter 🫶🏼

PAIRING. junhui x you

GENRE. hurt/comfort

WARNINGS. none

list of emails i can't send

masterlist

from. [email protected]

to. [email protected]

subject. emails i can't send 4/13

hello, jun from my hometown!

in the wake of the relentless chaos that engulfed my existence, an ache for quiet led me back to the very place where my roots lay, where i once reveled in the innocence of youth. it was a place where the names of friends i once cherished have dissolved into the mist of forgotten time, leaving behind only the haunting resonance of their joyful laughter, forever etched in the recesses of my mind.

returning to my hometown, i couldn't help but confront the stark reality of how much i've changed. i couldn't help but notice these shifts in my own self, like the way i dress, a transformation unveiled when i beheld childhood photographs clinging to the refrigerator, held in place by an oddly poignant magnet bearing the words "she was here." a really weird magnet if you ask me but my mother tends to succumb to nostalgia often.

similarly, the way i speak has also changed, a shift brought to light when my father urged me to rewatch video tapes captured when i was about six years old, a fragment of my current age.

and within those old reels, i saw you, jun, a childhood friend whose full name i can no longer remember. in those videos, you were always affectionately "junie"

it's been almost a decade since i embarked on my journey to a bustling city for college, and during those intervening years, i am consumed by a profound remorse for the negligence that led me to forget you. it took the resurrection of these video clips to rekindle the significance you once held in my youthful heart.

indeed, nostalgia is cruel. here i am, beset by the remorse of my fading personal history, drained of my past.

my father, in his wisdom, shared your current story—a life blessed with a joyous family, two years into a happy marriage with twin children completing the happy home you built.

meanwhile, i find myself writing this email. perhaps this one may be a bit longer than usual. maybe because i am using you to address my regrets for the mistakes i made in the past and to convince myself that it all happened for a reason. change happened for a reason.

when i was younger, i envisioned city life as a gateway to a brighter, faster existence. i reveled in its loud and frenetic pace. yet now, as i look back, it feels as though my hometown just passed me by while my own life moves in slow motion, suspended in the stillness of time.

our shared memories, akin to the scars on my knee earned during our roadside escapades, have gently faded. my father, ever the sage, urged me to regard those wounds as tokens of the delight we found in each other's company.

you, jun, are like the vanishing tan lines on my shoulder that fade when winter comes.

you are the ephemeral reverie in my thoughts, a recollection that blurs the boundaries between reality and dreams.

my most vivid memory of you came from the lens of a vintage camera, as my father chased us through golden-hued afternoons, right after the school bell's chime.

a part of me yearns for a more vivid recollection, but for now, i am good with this.

good in the knowledge that your memory has returned to me, and that i am reminded of the joyful moments we shared.

you, jun, were my embodiment of childhood, the quintessence of my youth. while the fine details may have faded, and perhaps you are no more than a fleeting thought in your own mind, we provided each other with a childhood lived to the fullest.

yours in nostalgia,

your past

TAGLIST. @matchahyuck @minhui896 @hongmingoo @strawberryshortcakes-blog @lleercy @wonwooz1 @mhlsymlysn

i will be tagging everyone who like or comment on these posts

#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen x you #junhui x reader #junhui x you #junhui angst #bbobpul #Spotify #moon junhui #wen junhui

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haljathefangirlcat · 1 month

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my toxic trait is I will die on the hill that telling someone "I don't usually like/am usually indifferent to this but I love your take on it" is not an insult because it's not saying "everyone who likes it is an idiot but I will mercifully grant you a pass just for this one time," it's just saying "I usually relate to this kind of work in a certain way but, even if it's just this one time, the way you went about it resonated with me to the point I just had to see it through to the end and it actually made me look at it in a new light, so I'm commenting to thank you for giving me this new, unexpected experience and let you know that all the heart and skill you put into it managed to touch even someone who normally doesn't get it"... and anyway, it would be pretty damn hypocritical of me to be offended by that when I've said stuff like "I normally prefer stories in third person limited and I'm always a little wary of first person ones" only to then positively gush about the Bartimaeus chapters in the Bartimaeus Sequence, or Carlos Ruiz Zafon's books, or New Finnish Grammar multiples times myself. hell, I usually avoid saying anything like that to fic writers so I don't set them off, but I have probably let it slip at least a couple of times in some "I'm too emotional/excited to remember I have a filter and should use it" moment

... but damn, it is kind of annoying when someone on here reblogs something you've spent hours on sometimes because you're not exactly the best or the most skilled or knowledgeable at it lol just to say "this ship/character/concept is not for me for this and that reason, I mean ig I see why people like it and good for them but I don't." which doesn't actually say anything about my work, my ideas, or even what you think or feel about them. it's just about you

which is fair, really, because tags on tumblr aren't like a comment on AO3 in that in most cases they're meant for the person reblogging the post, not the OP -- they're mostly "I'm talking to myself", not "I'm talking to you." which is why this post, despite technically being vagueblogging (I suppose), isn't meant to be angry or mean, but just a way for myself to vent a little while finally getting my thoughts on a topic I have thought quite a bit about in order

still. kind of annoying indeed

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fuzzydreamin · 1 year

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Here's a thing;

reblog this and put the two companions you personally resonate the most with in a comment or the tags

(not who you like the most, but feel are most like you in some way or another, even if you hate them)

#fallout #fallout 4 #no need to elaborate either just name em #mine are hancock and gage

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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FANFIC WRITER WRAPPED 2023

2023 Fanfic Writing Reflections

1. What fic did you work on the most this year?

I guess Blood Ties

2. Did you have any fic writing goals? Did you meet them?

I wanted to complete Whumptober and I did it!

3. How many fics did you work on this year?

Everything that is posted on my blog was written this year.

4. Do you have a favourite fic you wrote?

I really like The Dixon Chronicles

5. What's your favourite passage that you wrote this year?

Passage?

6. Favourite line of dialogue this year?

In fact, the first time he had willingly come to sit next to you by the fire was just after you had asked him if he was “violating the Georgia sodomy law by having his head that far up his own ass.”

7. Favourite POV? (or rather what POV did you use the most this year?)

Reader or Daryl. Almost always.

8. Did you find yourself repeating a word or phrase in your writing this year? If so, what was it?

I started using the word “ain’t”, even outside of writing.

9. How did you help other writers this year? (i.e. leaving comments, reviews, beta reading, offering advice, etc)

I try to always like as well as reblog. There were a few people that I encouraged to put their writing out there if they were ready.

10. Did you receive any advice that resonated to you this year?

Write for myself and write the character the way I see them.

11. What did you enjoy most about writing fic this year?

I was able to escape the bad things in my life and absorb myself in my writing. I met some wonderful people because of it.

12. What did you enjoy the least?

Writers block is the worst.

13. Who was your favourite character to write for?

Daryl Dixon.

14. Did you have a song on repeat while writing this year?

Each of my fics and series have songs attached to them. I listened to those to write and keep the focus of the story.

15. Did you make any playlists for your fics this year?

I did not.

What are they? N/A

16. What's your favourite thing you made for your fic or character this year? (such as pinterest, moodboards, gifs, etc)

I made the header images for all of my work but my favorites are the moodboards from @dustbunniess and @dannyo000 by far!

17. What was your most commonly used tag for your fics (on ao3, tumblr, etc)?

#murda writes

18. Did you participate in any fic writing challenges this year?

Whumptober and I was a completionist!

19. What was your favourite comment/review you received this year?

I refuse to pick just one. So many lovely people left so many encouraging words. There’s no way that I can narrow that down to one. 💙

20. What was your top-rated/commented fic this year?

My very first smut- Skin You with My Tongue

21. Were there any ideas you wanted to work on this year but you didn't?

I have several saved in my notes.

22. Were there any new fandoms or genres you explored this year?

Just The Walking Dead

23. Is there anything you want to write or try to explore in your writing next year?

I really want to dive into the Caryl ship and explore what could have/should have been. I would also like to do some AU with that.

24. Do you have a goal for next year? If so, what is it?

To participate in more challenges/events!

25. What are your hopes and/or desires for yourself and for other fic writers in the next year?

I myself would like to write more for myself and encourage others to do the same. Make it what you want and then when you feel comfortable, share it with the world.

Bonus:

26. Did you discover any new fics or fic authors this year?

So many!

27. What was your favourite fic to read this year?

Probably Abundance of the Heart. It’s an ongoing Caryl AU fic.

28. Who was your favourite fic author this year?

There is no way I can narrow that down to just one. So many creative writers with so many works that spoke to me in one way or another.

29. What fics or authors would you recommend for others to discover and read in the next year?

@weretheones @sinsandsweetness @walker-bait-1973 @bananafire11 @unhingedbiatch @lazyneonrabbitt @writella @loganlostitall and I know of so so many but my brain won’t let me have them right now.

30. What advice would you have for people who might want to try writing or sharing their writing next year?

Same thing I said previously: write what you want and for yourself. And then, if you feel like sharing, share it. If you don’t, don’t. Make it what you want. What you enjoy.

#fic writer 2023 wrapped #fic writer questions #fic writer asks

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year

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Portrait of a Gentleman in Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Clavis x MC

Prompt: 9. "Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing?"

Part of Be my valentine content creation challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Tag: Locked in Confession of Love Kisses Fluff

Word Count 2.757

Author’s Note: A joke of fate bring the two prankesters of the palace together for a whol afternoon, few hours that unbeknownst to them will chane their lives brnging to the surface emotions deep hidden in their heart, linking them together much to their happiness thanking fate for that strange yet pleasant prank who was played on them brightening their path with love. 😉

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It was a frizzy winter morning in Rhodolite, but alike the previous days the sun was hiding shyly behind the grey clouds gathered in the sky, foretelling a storm soon to come making the few people sill in the streets to rush their duties and go back home, safe from the cold rain that after few hours begin to patter lightly on the ground, pitapatting lazily against the windows of the palace, the atmosphere unusually quiet eliciting delight and worry alike among its staff, concern coming from the secret whereabouts of the hellcat and of his lovely accomplice unaware they were still in that palace but unable to spicy up its atmosphere with their pranks, due to being locked in a forgotten storage no one seemed to have knowledge and use for the whole day.

Their breaths the only things breaking the still air of the room before a sudden gust of wind from the seeming miniscule window make the fire in the candle holder flicker feebly at his mercy before shutting off completely, immediately her finger fretted over to find an anchor clutching his jacket tightly as she leaned her head on his shoulder, welcoming with open arms the jolt of warmth that intimate gestures brought to her.

“Clavis … I am afraid.” her voice barely a whisper enough to make his heart clench painfully for her, darkness towering over them trapped in the narrow space with only one another, ships anchored together amidst the stormy seas of emotions raging inside rival to the one outside, feeling her shaky sighs drowned on his shoulder he tighten his arms around her, holding her close to his chest his fingers diving in her soft hairs as he engulfed her little body in his embrace

“Why so ?” concern dripping over his words murmured gently while his fingers kept rubbing soothing circles on her back, a light smile curled his lips at the sound of her ragged breath gradually returning steady

“I see … you are so scared of doing what you should not with the most handsome prince in the Kingdom.” his breath warm on her skin, speaking of sensual and forbidden desires she would have been coaxed to give in … if she was any other girl, luckily for him she was not, for his sensual propose was met with light chuckles escalating in a soft clear laugh as she hide her face in chest, seeing a smile on her lips was more than enough for his heart to swell with love, vibrating in sync with her hearty laughter pride surging in him, for once, to know he was able to dissipate her fears away with his antics

“Do not be afraid no one will ever find out.”

their carefree laughs melting together, the sound of happiness resonating in the room narrow but not so dark and gloomy as it seemed to be, not anymore, lit by the flame of something burning bright in their core bolder at each passing moment, the bud of something long hidden in their hearts deepening its roots with that sudden and heartwarming moment of intimacy.

Her heart beating way too much fast for her to still cling to the idea he was merely an acquaintance because he was not, not anymore, the same realisation sinking in his heart leaving him astounded, taken aback by the sudden and unexpected turn their friendship has just had, carefully he took her hand, brushing his lips tenderly on her knuckles hoping for his kiss to be enough to convey all the feelings he could not said with words, self loath and doubts holding him back from expressing it to her for fear she would have rejected him like he already was countless time in the past, yet he felt that this time was different, for he was most certain his heart would have shattered beyond repair, his love for once true which, despite his attempt to avoid it, had already taken roots in him too deep to be forget

“You are freezing.” his voice dripping with concern as he cradled her hands in his warming them up

“Do not worry.” she shook her head, feeling suddenly self conscious at that contact feeling heat rising on her cheeks despise the lower temperature of the room

“Dearie me, a gentleman can never leave his lady to freeze.” His he said but she was not, not yet and maybe never but his heart Oh this was truly irremediably Hers forever, even when she would have went away and forget him he would have not, he would have still loved her all the same with that familiar warm passion he has ever felt for her and her alone, light amidst darkness love of his life the mere idea of seeing her with another broke his heart in tiny little pieces that could have easily slipped through the eye of a needle but not through the neck of an hourglass, never through it for his love would have remained steady fast and ever vivid, never fading not even after thousands of years his heart would have be complete again without her love, dependent despite his attempt to avoid it, a girl he could not even hope to hold on to cruel joke of a fate ever averse to forbidden love stories of all kind.

Swiftly he took off his coat draping it over her shoulder, basking in the bright smile appearing on her lips

“You will be the one to catch a cold now.” he shook his head brushing his thumb over her cheeks, her words moving his heart melting under the smoldering warmth of her affection

“Please I am not such a weakling to get a flu so easily, do not concern yourself unnecessarily.”

“But I do.” his amber gaze seemed troubled for a moment, a crooked almost pained expression took over his smile usually composed and impassible, enough to let her see a crack through his mask but not enough to ruffle his composure regained in the blink of an eye leaving her astounded by the sudden change of his expression even more determined to discover everything about that man behind the hedonistic trickster he proclaimed himself to be, to choose a good King she kept telling herself even though her heart knew far too well why she was interested to know so deeply only Him

“I care for you.” a forlorn glimpse flickered in his eyes dripping over his smile, lightened only by an edge of tenderness as he murmured to himself,

“No one ever did.” the sadness in his gaze was unbearable, making her heart clench painfully for him, she not hesitated to curl in his embrace placing a side of his cape on his shoulder

“I want you to be warm too.”

“I already am.” he smiled tenderly at her, feeling her love melting his heart as a pleasant tepid warmth begin to spread in his whole body from his heart beating way too fast for that whimsical kind girl that for once showed him the bliss of love and being loved above anything else, moved by her affection he let an achingly soft kiss on her forehead noticing in the dim light of the room a light blush on her cheeks while a shy smile curled her rosy lips.

“Thank you my little rabbit.”

After a while, her soft voice spoke again asking such a candid question to bring a smile on his lips, to hear the unstained innocence and complete trust she bestowed upon him

“You are a magician with locked doors. Are you sure you did not play this prank on purpose ?”

“Without traps of any kind ?” he shook his head

“It is not my style, moreover I could not enjoy their reactions if they were locked in here without me.” she nodded absently at his honest answer, curling her fingers over his chest revelling in his warmth seeping through his clothes and into her skin,

“I wonder if anyone will find us here, like someone surely will notice our absence.”

“Trust me no one will … miss me.” he did not plan to sound so weak, not with her, but he did his words betraying him before he could stop them, a forlorn shadow fell on his lips a dark clouds covering the sun in his usually bright golden eyes, feeling her arms wrap around his chest, not reaching his back still leaned against the wall, hoping for him to not find her behavior inappropriate her soft voice ringing in the room brushed away all the gloom from his heart making the sun shine bright in him once more as she murmured

“I will.” hesitant and feather like was the kiss she left with trembling lips on his cheek

“If I was not with you that is.” she chuckled lightly “I would feel the palace to be way too empty and quiet without you.”

Softly he cradled her face on his chest leaving an achingly tender kiss on her hair speaking of all the love he had hidden deep in his heart like a treasure he would have not shared with anyone else but her, his fingers moving on their own accord brushing on her cheek gazing intensely at her

"Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing ?” a sheepish smile on her lips she lowered her gaze on her fingers still curled on his jacket trying to make her voice sound detached but failing at concealing a flicker of her emotions coloring it, betraying the truth only her heart know of, she would have not told anyone else but him.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Oww you wound me now that I was beginning to hope you had come to love me.”

A rosy blush begin to spread on her cheeks she fretted over to hide in his chest before she looked up tentatively at him, something warm flickering in her gaze make his heart gallop in his chest hope and despair melting into a raging storm setting disarray in his whole body, for the longer he looked at her the more she saw that flicker becoming a bold flame shining bright in her eyes as shyness was took over from the burning passion of a sheer emotions so raw and true to be hard to tame, anxiety drowning her heart with crescent waves engulfed more and more at each minutes going by as they stared at one another, fear of mockery doubts and insecurities of sort messing in her heart she was about to give up to lower her gaze and suffocated the tears threatening to spill on her cheeks for the humiliation of that moments but he was faster he cupped her face in his hands looking straight into her eyes for a second longer enough to placate his own doubts as he melted his lips on hers feeling her fingers grip tightly his jacket, hope shared in their hearts for it not to be a lie otherwise it would have destroyed their hearts shattering them beyond repairs, feeling her soft lips move on his kissing him back for the first time he felt his heart enraptured in the pure bliss of love she so freely was showering him in.

Reluctantly and breathless the pulled away only to remain close their lips almost touching if not for few inches he took advantage of brushing some rebel lock away from her gorgeous face, his heart pushing him to confess first as a proper gentleman, daring to step out of his comfort zone for the sake of the love of his life, the one and only girl who had caught his attention from the first moment he saw her in town gazing defiantly in his brother’s eyes as no one ever did.

“I love you so much, my little rabbit.” a soft smile she gifted him as her bright gaze glimmered with a tender affection leaving him speechless and he could swear in that moment she has never looked more beautiful to him, her soft lips begging to be kissed curled in a smile so bright to shadow over the sun hiding shily behind a cloud, her cheeks painted with soft shades of pink, her gaze utterly enraptured by him, even though he felt she was the one who held him captive under spell she casted on him unbreakable and infinite, the one and only who could make entire empires rise and fall pushing King and peasants alike on their knees for when it was casted there was no going back and no one was immune for there was no boundaries for the powers to the spell of love.

“I love you too, my leopard.”

A gentle smile curled his lips showing the depth of an happiness until that moment he merely dared to dream of, leaning his forehead to hers holding her close blushing as he felt her soft lips brush a gentle kiss on his cheek, cradling his face in her hand she caressed his cheeks feeling his hand cover her own as their heart beated in sync with one another, only sound in the now warm and cozy room they ended up for a funny twist of fate trapped in for a whole afternoon that had the power to change their entire lives upside down bringing them closer than ever much to their pleasure.

They were lost in the moment, a bubble of love keeping them away from the noise of the palace fading out into the distance deaf to the metallic click of the lock being unlocked, unaware of the gaze of the Prime Minister taken aback by the sudden discovery of the two prankster turned lovebirds in the span of few hours much to his happiness one could say if not for the slightly sensation he had that the traps in the castle would have been the first to multiply between their inventive and wicked minds, a public menace he could do nothing to banish but enjoy, reluctantly, the ride of all the pranks they would have invented strangely so the knowledge he would have not be the only one to bear their mischief was refreshing, noiselessly he slide away leaving the door slightly ajar, not daring to disturb the, for once, carefree smile curled on the prince lips.

The sun has completely set by the time they noticed the door was now opened, thanks to a certain devil minister they would have properly thanked with a batch of his favourite liquor, though the idea they had to part ways brought them both a sense of regret for the time that too fast went them by, that afternoon sounding almost like a dream now as they walked hand by hand through the halls directed to her room, sharing one deep sweet kiss before reluctantly pulling away to get ready for the evening meal, basking in the lovestruck glimmering in her bright colorful eyes, savouring her sweet voice making his head dizzy with affection

“I am looking forward to our thirst tomorrow morning.” his gaze alluring as he mindlessly laced his fingers with hers.

“I can hardly wait to see what you will prepare for our breakfast.”

That word Our will make his heart swell and throb with love as an heart melting smile curled his lips before he could kiss her knuckles in a gentleman way bidding her goodbye at least until dinner was ready, a spring in his step he slide in his room thinking of all the dishes she loved the most and how to recreate them as faithfully as possible even if he knew she loved him for all he was he wanted to see her happy above anything else, for this this would have raised at the first light of dawn to cook so many delicious looking things to surprise her at breakfast giggling for once carelessly at the image of her smile shining bright for him alone as she make her way to him ready for a lavish banquet They would have eaten together sharing idle chats and hearty laugh, flirting gazes, gentle touches his heart swelled and rolled in his chest for how much he loved that peculiar girl, who alone believed in him so much to bind her heart to him, the first meal as lovers they would have had of many more to come, soulmates bonded together for eternity, walking hand in hand in that bright path they found for one another filled with love.

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