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Bake a Wish | c.s.c
Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 3651 words
Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut & Angst, Idol! AU, but like it’s not that important. It just sets the tone, I guess? Like why he stays in a dorm etc.
Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst
Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl), daddy kink, only for a few seconds tho, oral sex (f receiving), pussy fingering, overstimulation, cum licking (off fingers), ear biting (nibbling, it’s sexy), squirting. Nicknames, kitten because, at this point, it’s my favourite nickname to use.
Authors Note: Thank you so much @here4kpopfics, @lovelyhan, @seokgyuu @sluttywoozi and @seungkwansphd, for hearing me go on and about this fic and helping me out 💕also tagging my lovely @duhnova because I know you yell about Cheol a lot 😗😗
Authors Note 2: Happy Birthday Cheol!! 🥳 here's a smutty little sorta plot-filled smut fic 💕💕 I posted it at 12 (Korea time) woo hoo.
© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.
“Cheol?”
No response.
“Seungcheolie?”
“Baby, I know I forgot. Work was just crazy and everything. I won’t make excuses. Please don’t be mad,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend sighed.
“I’m not mad. You were the one who wanted to do something, so for you to forget,” Seungcheol trailed off, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Forget it. I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t sulk over a birthday,” Seunghcheol said, defeated, as he started to get up from the couch.
“Cheol, I just lost track of the days and forgot. I’m so sorry,” you apologised, getting up and going after him.
“See, that’s what bothers me. You forgot. I’ve had friends forget, family forget, but you? I guess that puts things into perspective for me. I don’t know, maybe it’s my fault for putting you, my girlfriend, on a higher pedestal, but I thought you would remember,” Seungcheol spoke, each word breaking your heart even more.
“I can make it up to you. Why don’t we do something this weekend?” You offered hurriedly, and Seungcheol shook his head.
“I have plans with the guys and can’t back out. They initially wanted to celebrate on my actual birthday, but I told them that tonight, well, it would have just been for us,” Seungcheol explained with a sad smile.
“But,” Seungcheol said, breaking the tension slightly. “You said there’d be an amazing chocolate cake waiting for me at home?” Seungcheol asked hopefully, only for it to shatter the second he saw your face fall.
“Ah, right, you forgot,” Seungcheol deduced and shook his head.
“Look, we can order something and get a bottle of wine, and I can spend all night showing you how sorry I am?” You offered, placing a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder, making him look at you.
“Sex isn’t going to fix this,” Seungcheol mumbled.
“There’s nothing to fix. I just need to stop making birthdays such a big deal,” Seungcheol added, and you shook your head at his words.
“No, Cheol,” you started to say, and he held up a hand to stop you.
“Look, you’ll say something, and then I’ll say something, and it’ll snowball. I don’t want to risk an argument, not on my birthday or with you,” Seungcheol said. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. What if I draw you up a nice bubble bath, and we can just sleep? You can even hog all the blankets,” you added with a hopeful smile.
“Actually. I was planning to sleep at the dorms tonight,” Seungcheol admitted.
“Oh, but Cheol, since we’ve been together, we always spend birthdays together,” you protested, and Seungcheol shrugged.
“Well, I guess tonight’s just full of firsts?” Seungcheol muttered.
“I don’t want to lose you over this,” you admitted, and Seungcheol smiled softly at you.
“You won’t, not over this. It’s not a fight. I’m just upset and want some space, but I don’t want to get into anything tonight because I know it’ll end in a fight, and I don’t want that,” Seungcheol clarified.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he shrugged.
“We’ll be okay. I just need some space,” Seungcheol added, and you nodded.
You had messed up so badly, and usually, when either of you messed up this bad, you’d argue and be fine in a few hours, but tonight was different. You hurt your boyfriend so badly that he was beyond the point of being angry, he was disappointed, and he felt defeated.
“When can I see you?” You asked impatiently, and Seungcheol shrugged.
“Let me be the one to reach out?” Seungcheol suggested, and you nodded slowly as you watched your heartbroken boyfriend put on his dress shoes and coat, things you told him to wear because you made a reservation at the best restaurant in town. Seungcheol got dressed up and excited for tonight, only for you to stand him up at the restaurant and forget his birthday together.
As you watched your boyfriend dejectedly leave your apartment tonight, you had a plan, and you were determined. You’d do everything possible to ensure he never felt this shitty again and to redo tonight. No matter what, he’d still have a fantastic birthday this year.
“Oof, she forgot?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol when he saw his friend sulking about the dorm that evening.
“Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t care,” Seungcheol started to say, earning a scoff from Jeonghan.
“You are the sulkiest in general, but more so about your birthday, but continue,” Jeonghan interrupted.
“Anyways,” Seungcheol said with a glare.
“She planned everything, told me to get ready and clear my schedule, and she doesn’t show up? Then she told me a cake was at home, which she had forgotten. I don’t know, and it felt like she forgot everything,” Seungcheol mumbled, pouting.
“Here,” Jeonghan said as he handed Seungcheol a black box with a bow.
“Jeonghan, I’m taken,” Seungcheol joked, making Jeonghan roll his eyes.
“Shut up. It's a little something for your birthday, it won’t compare to what Y/N got you, but I hope you like it,” Jeonghan added, and Seungcheol’s face fell.
“She forgot to get me a present,” Seungcheol muttered.
“Maybe something else is going on in her life? Something that requires her full attention, and she just got overwhelmed?” Jeonghan offered.
“But she didn’t tell me?” Seungcheol questioned.
“You’re a busy man, and I’m sure it’s nothing she can’t handle and didn’t want to bother you,” Jeonghan suggested.
“She’s my girlfriend. She couldn’t ever bother me,” Seungcheol said softly, and Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s shoulder to comfort the sulking man.
“We’re still on for tomorrow. We’re planning to go out and get shit-faced. You can invite Y/N if you want,” Jeonghan suggested.
“No, I think space would do us good,” Seungcheol responded, and Jeonghan hesitated and decided not to respond. He knew that Seungcheol needed his time to be petty, and he just had to let him be angry.
“Alright, well, do you want any of us to keep you company tonight?” Jeonghan asked, and Seungcheol shook his head.
“Nah, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”
You were tossing and turning in bed that night. Even when Seungcheol was on tour, you would always text each other good night. You hadn’t tonight; you wanted to give him his space, but you were worried that more space would result in more distance between you two, and that couldn’t happen.
Worried, you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and called instead of texting. You couldn’t help it. You knew you weren’t being fair, he asked for space, but you couldn’t help yourself.
Seungcheol picked up after four rings, and his sleepy voice immediately made you feel terrible for waking him up.
“Baby?” Seungcheol spoke sleepily, and you felt your heart swell and ache because of one word. You hurt him so badly, yet he was calling you baby here.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled.
“It’s okay. Did you need something?” Seungcheol asked.
“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you admitted sheepishly, and Seungcheol sighed.
“You couldn’t text it?” Seungcheol asked.
“I’m sorry, I messed up. I shouldn’t have woken you up,” you apologised.
“Well, you did wake me up, so why don’t you tell me what’s up?” Seungcheol asked.
“I miss you,” you hated how pathetic you sounded. It was his birthday that you missed, and here you were being miserable, and he shouldn’t have to deal with it. You heard Seungcheol sigh softly.
“I miss you too. Do you need me to come over, or will you be okay tonight?” Seungcheol asked and smiled sadly, even though you knew he couldn't see you.
“No, I shouldn’t. You said you wanted space. I should give it to you,” you mumbled, and Seungcheol groaned softly.
“So you just woke me up for no reason?” Seungcheol quipped.
“Cheol,” you started to say, only to be interrupted.
“I need sleep. The guys planned something for my birthday, so I want to be rested and fresh tomorrow,” Seungcheol remarked sassily, and you frowned even though he couldn’t see.
Seungcheol felt terrible for being so snippy, but he was just tired and wanted space and sleep.
“Goodnight, Cheol. I love you,” you mumbled into the call. You heard Seungcheol take a breath and then hum into the call before hanging up.
Seungcheol knew it was a dick move on his part not to say I love you, he knew that it would mess with you and make you overthink, but he couldn’t take it back. He could only hope that you understood that it occurred due to a moment of frustration.
You tried your hardest not to cry your eyes out after the phone call, Seungcheol sounded so defeated and tired, but you were determined not to wallow and make it about you. You would make up for all this, and it’d be okay.
“Cheol, you ready?” Jeonghan asked later that morning as Seungcheol was checking his phone. You hadn’t texted or called, he understood that he asked for space, but he selfishly hoped for none.
“Dude, no, no phones today. No wallowing,” Jeonghan scolded lightly as he took Seungcheol’s phone out of his hand.
“What if she calls?” Seungcheol whined.
“Then I’ll tell her that you’re happily celebrating and you don’t wish to be disturbed,” Jeonghan teased, earning a scowl from Seungcheol.
“You will say no such thing to her. You will not upset her further,” Seungcheol warned, and Jeonghan sighed.
“I wouldn’t. Just for 24 hours, can you forget this argument and have fun? We don’t like seeing you upset,” Jeonghan pleaded, his voice softer, and Seungcheol nodded.
“Yeah. I can. Let's get drunk?” Seungcheol suggested with a weak smile, and Jeonghan nodded excitedly.
“Yeah!”
You weren’t sure what exactly you were doing here. You weren’t even meant to know where Seungcheol’s birthday plans were, but Soonyoung couldn’t keep anything to himself and posted videos and pictures of Seungcheol’s celebration. Your heart thought quicker than your brain, and you were now in the restaurant's car park where Seungcheol was celebrating his birthday.
You knew it was clingy and overbearing, and everything you were doing right now went against Seungcheol asking for space, but you couldn’t help it. The guilt was eating you alive, and you hated being the reason that Seungcheol was upset.
You figured that if you showed up with a big cake and showed that you went through the trouble of getting the cake and finding out where he was, then he’d forgive you. Or at least stop sulking at you, and hear you out.
You checked your phone one more time before getting out of the car, and you wished you hadn’t opened up Soonyoung’s Instagram story on his private account, and what you saw made your heart hurt and eyes water. Seungcheol was hanging around other girls, posing and hugging one of them.
You knew Seungcheol was loyal, he’d never cheat, but it still hurt, watching him spend his birthday with other girls, and while you know you were at fault for this since you forgot his birthday. It almost felt like he was just rubbing it in your face.
You heard a muffled voice and saw Seungcheol tapping on your car window. You turned to face him, smiling at him, your vision blurring vision as you smiled at him through your tears. You unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in.
“Why are you here?” Seungcheol asked, and you frowned at his question, hoping he’d be happy to see you. Seungcheol noticed how your face fell, and he noticed your teary eyes, but he didn’t want to comment on it, at least not yet.
“I just, uh,” you fumbled, looking away from him and at the backseat.
“I wanted to give you that,” you mumbled, pointing to the cake in the backseat.
“Is this the cake you promised?” Seungcheol asked hopefully with a smile.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you apologised, as you kept your stare on the cake box in the backseat.
“I think you’ve apologised enough,” Seungcheol said softly as he took your hand, making you look at him.
“I’m sorry if I sounded rude earlier, but I’m genuinely wondering why you’re here, but I’m not upset to see you,” Seungcheol explained.
“I wanted to bring the cake as a surprise. I know you said to give you space and that you’d reach out, but I guess I can’t, not when I know I upset you,” you rambled.
“So why didn’t you come? You just started crying in the car?” Seungcheol asked.
“I cried because of Soonyoung’s Instagram story,” you mumbled, feeling ashamed that all it got was a temporary wave of insecurity to make you cry, despite knowing how loyal Seungcheol was.
“What was on it?” Seungcheol asked, and you meekly pulled out your phone and showed Seungcheol the story.
“Wait, so you thought I was cheating?” Seungcheol accused, and you shook your head.
“No, of course not. Seeing my boyfriend hugging another woman and celebrating his birthday with other girls does suck,” you spat.
“Do you want this to be something we fight about?” Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head.
“No, I don’t. I know you wouldn’t. I just was being silly,” you mumbled.
“Your feelings are valid, don’t dismiss it, but I know that’s not what upset you,” Seungcheol said, holding your hand tighter, interlacing his fingers with yours.
“I just wanted to be the one you celebrated your birthday with, Cheol, and I guess seeing you celebrate with other girls made an ugly green monster awaken in me,” you admitted.
“That’s fair, but I promised the guys I would celebrate my birthday with them,” Seungcheol said.
“What about tomorrow?” Seungcheol offered.
“I’ll be done at the studio around 8. We can meet for dinner. It’ll have to be quick because I have a meeting at 10:30.”
“You’re only free for like 2 hours?” You asked.
“I was free for longer on my actual birthday,” Seungcheol retorted, making you frown.
“Okay, 2 hours. I’ll make it the best 2 hours possible, okay?” You said, leaning over to place on Seungcheol’s cheek.
Choi “Husband” Seungcheol [9:00 am]: Morning love, I’m heading to the studio now. I’ll give you a ring once I leave. Looking forward to seeing you tonight. 🥰🥰
You grinned as you saw Seungcheol’s message the following morning and smiled as you typed out a response.
You [9:01 am]: See you later, handsome 🥰
You put your phone away. You had a lot to prepare tonight, you were a couple of days late, but you were determined to make this the best birthday ever.
“Ow!” Seungcheol yelped when he felt another balled-up piece of paper hit his head. He wasn’t entirely sure why Jeonghan kept throwing scraps of paper at his head.
“What is your problem?” Seungcheol asked.
“We’ve been trying to get your attention for. I don’t know, ten minutes?” Jeonghan responded.
“Oh.“
“I’ve just been distracted.”
“Yeah, no shit, can you just go and make it up with Y/N? You look like a sad husky,” Jeonghan muttered.
“Husky because I’m so handsome?” Seungcheol asked with a grin.
“No, husky, because you sulk and whine as much,” Jeonghan sassed, making Seungcheol glare at him.
“Look, she forgot, yes, but shit happens. Do you want to whine and let this cause a problem in your relationship? No, you don’t. What about when you forgot she was allergic to lilies and got her a bouquet?” Jeonghan asked.
“Oh god, my baby was sneezing all night long,” Seungcheol groaned, recalling the night he accidentally gave you flowers you were allergic to.
“Exactly, look, she didn’t mean it, and I bet she’s overthinking and overplanning just to make things right, and more importantly, just because she forgot your birthday does not mean she doesn’t love you,” Jeonghan added.
“I overreacted, didn’t I?” Seungcheol asked.
“No, not that night, but dragging it out? That might be unnecessary,” Jeonghan clarified.
“I’ll apologise tonight. I’ll see her tonight,” Seungcheol said, determined.
“No, go now. We can pick this up tomorrow,” Jeonghan insisted.
“Sure?”
“Yes, and Cheol?”
“Yes?”
“Use protection!”
“Baby?” Seungcheol called out as he entered your apartment. As soon as he entered your apartment, he was greeted with the aroma of baked goods and saw the apartment decorated with balloons, candles and confetti.
“Cheol?“ You exclaimed as you wandered out of the kitchen.
“Baby!” Suengcheol greeted you as he ran to embrace you, and you giggled as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
“You’re home so early. I’m not done preparing,” you whined.
“I don’t care. I’ve been a big baby. What matters is that you love me, and I love you, not some birthday,” Seungcheol declared, making you giggle.
“I love you, but Cheol, but the dinner won’t be ready for another couple of hours,” you whined.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being such a baby,” Seungcheol apologised.
“I’m sorry for forgetting,” you added.
“We’re a pretty sorry couple, aren’t we?” Seungcheol joked, making you smile.
“Come,” you said, pulling away from Seungcheol’s embrace slightly to take his hand in yours.
“Where?”
“Bedroom, since dinner won’t be ready for some time, I figured I’ll give you one of your presents a little earlier,” you said with a teasing grin.
“Lead the way, kitten.“
“Cheol!” You giggled as Seungcheol hoisted you up, causing you to wrap around his waist. Seungcheol wasted no time the second the bedroom door closed and pulled you into a passionate kiss, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as he started sucking on your bottom lip; his plush lips always worked wonders no matter what part of your body they were on.
“Can you strip for me, baby?” Seungcheol asked as he placed you down on the bed, and you nodded as you quickly peeled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, hissing softly as the cool sheets touched your naked form.
“Baby, it’s meant to be about you,” you whined, making Seungcheol grin.
“I’m meant to give you the present,” you mumbled.
“You naked and dripping for me is enough of a present,” Seungcheol said, making you let out a soft moan.
“Then I’m all yours, Daddy,” you added.
“No, Daddy, tonight, baby. Just Cheol, okay?” Seungcheol said as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap.
“I’m sorry for being a big sulky baby, and while sex isn't the answer, it can’t hurt, but I promise I will, and I-” Seungcheol tried to apologise, and you shut him up with a kiss.
“Cheol, please. Just fuck me,” you begged, rubbing your exposed cunt on his jeans, the friction making you moan.
“Gladly,” Seungcheol complied, standing up to quickly rid himself of his clothing and positioning himself at your wet cunt.
He started by placing kisses along your calves and up to your thighs, never fully touching you. It felt different like he was going to take his time. He gently parted your legs, giving him access to your glistening cunt, placing your legs onto his toned back and wrapping his arms around your waist.
Seungcheol placed soft kisses along your folds, his lips gently enveloping your clit. You let out a sigh of approval, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew your body well, and his lips were a god's gift to your cunt.
He started sucking on your clit, while his tongue jutted out and started flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. The grip you had in his hair tightened while he removed one arm from your waist and slipped two fingers inside you. Never once did he remove his lips from your clit as he kept fingering you at such a delicious speed. He was thorough yet delicate with his movements, he wanted you to feel complete and utter bliss.
“Cheol, I’m close,” you moaned out, your words failing you as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you close to your first orgasm of the night. He said nothing. Instead just continued as you fell apart on his tongue, letting you ride your orgasm out against his face and fingers.
“Always so sweet for me, baby,” Seungcheol praised as he licked his fingers clean of your release. You moaned at the sight. You tried to get up in an attempt to take him into your mouth, but Seungcheol gently pushed you down.
“Not tonight; I need to feel you,” he said softly.
Seungcheol laid down next to you, tilting you so that you were curled up into his chest. He pulled your leg to the side and pushed it back so that it wrapped around his muscular thighs, allowing him access to push inside you. He had one hand rubbing on your clit, and one on your nipple. He kept thrusting inside you, neither of his hands ceasing their actions. You moaned at the feeling.
You suddenly stilled and fell apart around his cock. Seungcheol moaned and gently bit into your shoulder at the feeling of you clenching around him. He didn't stop; he continued pounding himself into you, picking up his pace as he was desperate to reach his release. He fell apart not long after he furiously rubbed at your clit, making you cum so hard that you shook violently against him. He gently pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling.
“It's been a while since I made you squirt,” Seungcheol said with a proud grin while you were still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“Hmm?” You moaned into his chest.
“You squirted, baby, all over my cock,” he whispered, gently nibbling your ear, making you giggle as you into his toned chest.
“Cheol?”
“Hm?”
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
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I broke my silence. Nah, I need someone to talk to me about JonJay, since they are still underrated by the fandom. Like, they started being hated out of nowhere. That nonsense about Damian hating Jay, about what if Jon showed Jay Damian, he would immediately reject it. Demi is literally a fan of Jay and his blog, he literally contributed to Jay and Jon getting together at the 2022 Pride, Jay calls Damian by name and basically sees him without a mask in his real guise, which suggests that he trusts him just enough to show his real personality. He praises him, well, to many of his friends and even relatives (Grayson). This is complete nonsense that the fandom made up is killing me. People also say that Jay is not registered. What? Like, yes, I would also like to know more about him, but this does not mean that he does not have a personality. The entire plot of the comic revolves around him and his story, how in this case can he not have his own character and personality?( like, we literally see that he is a very brave and smart young man who knows how to make difficult decisions. He is also quite daring, he won’t go into his pocket for words, he can express everything he thinks. Jay is very smart and cunning, he knows how to achieve his own and will stand by his interests to the last.) It really scares me how people either don’t want to understand his character. I also saw someone talking about how Jon might cheat on Jay and Nya because the author of her comic released a post about the SuperDreamer (that's what the ship is called). What? In terms of, this bro refused to kiss his boyfriend on the another universe simply because it's not his Jay and people seriously believe that Jon will cheat with another person when he's literally loyal to only one and we're literally shown that, well, he's incapable of cheating on Jay because so much loves him. This is so stupid. Yes, after all, in one of the comics Jon calls a day with Jay “Mental Health Day.” I don’t understand what’s wrong with people. And it seems to me that no matter what happens, Jay will always remain Jon’s main and important love interest. My beloved boys deserve more attention and love from the fandom. I hope that someday they will grow to realize that they are perfect for each other and only at this moment will I find peace
Anon, Anon you are so correct and I love you and I have been sitting with this frustration since 2021 and I am tired.
I know exactly why people don't give Jay a chance:
Xenophobia
Racism
Biases against actual queer people
It gets in the way of the fanon ship; Damian x Jon
A good 99% of the hate I see comes from Damian and Jon shippers who were, for some reason under the impression that Jon being bisexual means he will date Damian....who is not only 3 years younger than him but also just barely out of middle school while Jon is in college.
Most people are still also attached to Super Sons comics, and have yet to come to terms with the fact that Jon is aged up, he is not getting aged down, and Super Sons as it once was is not coming back. So they don't bother reading SOKE or AOSJK or any Jon appearance that occurs where it's JUST Jon (because if you've noticed, the jon kent tag is all damian because they see Jon as Damian's accessory and love interest and not an independent character).
Super Sons mischaracterized both Damian and Jon egregiously while being racist and sexist towards Talia (one very easy example; Damian hates going to school because he's far surpassed that academic level & really only needs school for socialization. Why would Damian who was older than Jon before, willingly go to a grade 3 times below his own where Jon lives, where he needs to get to by helicopter??). Reading that alone means people don't understand Jon, Damian, or Talia(or anyone really).
So when they learn that Damian actually LIKES Jay, that he liked Jay first and enough to introduce him to Dick and potentially a bunch of other batfam characters, they just can't stand it. How dare Damian get in the way of fans shipping him with his best friend(who is 17/18)??? Wdym Damian is happily dating a girl named Nika aka Flatline! Now let's be sexist to the 14 year old girl and call her evil manipulative bitch!!!
Why on Earth would Jon like Jay??? He's not Damian!
And that's another thing; Jay is not Damian and that is all these haters need to destroy Jay and dismiss him. This isn't about character arcs, or canon, or storytelling. It's about being mad that fanon isn't real.
I used to try to get them to at least give SOKE a chance. I wanted to be polite and have a proper discussion but things got overtly racist. I've had people tell me that Jay is seducing Jon, he is evil, he is a criminal who has no morals, he isn't "Asian enough". Me and a bunch of twitter mutuals experienced actual racism, towards ourselves, when talking to these people. I had to delete my account because it was affecting my mental health and I couldn't take it. We also experienced lots of biphobic and homophobic takes (especially about the pink hair which was very fun for a bisexual Asian with pink hair at the time). About how Jay is some "kpop knock off" or "creep" because he and Jon shared a fully consensual kiss. Like yes Karen explain to me how the immigrant Asian kid who just wants to save his country from a colonizer is evil because he kissed a white boy. Do tell me about how he's "mind controlling" Jon to love him. We didn't even have those words thrown around when Saturn Girl legit mind-controlled Jon. But of course! It's because she's white and no one actually read that Legion run. It can pass for heterosexual so who cares!
And the cheating thing grinds my gears it actually makes me want to go scream.
SURE! Let's have the bisexual character cheat! You know let's just forget about how bi people are already stereotyped as sluts and cheaters. Or that Jon's Superman and he straight up said "I'm not going to cheat on Jay."
I think Nicole Maines isn't going to touch JayJon, her run with Dreamer ends around the same time as or before Pride Month and we are getting a pride month jayjon story(unconfirmed yet officially but a cover artist is hinting that's the case). If she does though, if this story is signed-off and it happens through cheating I'm just gonna have to stop reading DC.
I think cheating plots are idiotic, especially with Superfam. Their whole thing is "truth justice better tomorrow." They strive to do good and be kind and honest. Wtf am I taking away if you so severely hurt a person you claim to love? I think they are a lazy and a cheap way to generate bad drama.
If you want drama and for SuperDreamer to happen, at least make JayJon have a proper break up. Making Jon cheat would assassinate his character and Dreamer's because NIA KNOWS JAY. In the story Nia's appearing, she's being sent in to attack Jay's country. It's not even a character flaw atp it's just you two are being hypocritical and choosing to hurt a friend who's done nothing but be kind(lest we forget, Jay was cleaning up Jon's reputation and lost his secret identity FOR JON. He's the one who stayed calm while Jon was about to fight when Nia first showed up).
If Nia is chill with Superman cheating with her on Jay and is simultaneously attacking his country(though it is under Waller's pressure), I will simply leave. What's the point? It's not like POC characters in Superfam get enough respect anyways, especially the Asian ones (I see you Kong Kenan, I SEE YOU). The Steels are fortunately getting more time but that happened after decades and decades (and I've still got no news on Nat and Traci 13 DC GET IT TOGETHER, Nat still doesn't get enough focus imo). I sound really mean towards Dreamer rn but I actually really enjoy the Jon and Nia friendship. I just fucking hate cheaters though, those kind of plots are always exhausting and ill-thought out and the characters become garbage. Because like, you're a superhero, a symbol of goodness and striving to do better. Cheating is actively taking a decision to hurt a person in a deeply personal way. Why would I believe a single thing you say about "truth" when you can't even give that to someone close to you?
I think we should just let the haters stew on their nonsense and find people who create a positive fandom space. My block list for blogs and tags is a mile long. If they can't see how well-written and balanced Jon and Jay are for each other, that's a loss for them and they may....continue to seethe or whatever it is they do.
If you aren't on the supertruth discord server yet or know of it, I'd highly recommend joining!! It's very fun
This was a mess of a response and I let my emotions get too far away from me I am so sorry. I really understand you Anon <3<3 Hugs and comfort from me!!
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Kirnha x Gortash 2 - for edislendering
A one-shot I did for EdiSlendering (it won’t let me tag you!) <3 Thanks for requesting this! I had a great time writing it, and thank you for your donation to my Ko-fi!
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Song Inspiration: Red Light - The Strokes
Content Warning: Blood, Death
“Gortash,
I trust this letter finds you well, Chosen of Bane. It is not often that I pay any mind to the whispered gossip I hear in the halls of Bhaal’s temple, especially not gossip spread by acolytes whom I cannot even be bothered to remember their names. However, given the nature of the whispers that have reached my ears, it is my responsibility as the Chosen of Bhaal to inquire of their validity.
While I generally prefer to work alone, if the rumors I’m hearing are indeed true, then you are already involved, which is why I am writing to you now. I believe it is possible we can help each other to achieve our greater ambitions for Faerun in service of our gods.
Come to The Temple of Bhaal in one week’s time to discuss. The password for entry is “Sceleritas.”
In Bhaal’s Name,
Infamy, Chosen of Bhaal”
“Infamy,
I’d heard rumblings of the Bhaalist movement resurging once again, but like you, deemed all to be rumors spread by wishful fanatics and bored citizens desperate for something interesting to occur in their daily lives. Pleased to officially make your acquaintance.
While I am interested in hearing more about the rumors you seek to validate and your proposal regarding them (presuming I am able to confirm such rumors as fact), I have little interest in traveling through the city sewers to get there. You are the one who requested this meeting, not I, so if it is an audience with me you seek, you will need to come to Wyrm’s Rock Fortress.
I’ll let the guards know we are expecting you, and look forward to putting a face to the infamous name.
Enver Gortash, Chosen of Bane.”
On principle, Infamy almost tossed Gortash’s response into the fire and abandoned his plans to form an alliance with Enver Gortash. The absolute audacity of the Chosen of Bane to not only deny Kirnha’s request for a meeting, but to make it clear that if Kirnha wanted to meet with him, he would have to go to Wyrm’s Rock? It was infuriating. Nobody told Kirnha “no,” and lived to tell about it. That Gortash was still breathing now was as much a testament to his position as Bane’s chosen as his position within the city council. Killing Enver Gortash, while an amusing thought, would be more trouble than it was worth. It would ultimately bring the Bhaalist movement back to the forefront of the citizen’s of Faerun, and the time had not yet come to reveal themselves to the world once again. No, as much as Kirnha hated to admit it, he needed Enver Gortash.
Which was how Kirnha ended up sitting in the plush chair in Gortash’s office, impatiently waiting for the man to make an appearance. Kirnha knew he had no right to be annoyed that Gortash was not sitting in his office, waiting for Kirnha to call on him. Did that change the fact that Kirnha was annoyed all the same?
No. No, it did not.
When the door finally opened and Gortash entered the room, Kirnha did not stand. Gortash had not respected his time by keeping Kirnha waiting, so why should he show Bane’s chosen the respect of standing? It could certainly be called into question whether Kirnha had the right to also be annoyed Gortash kept him waiting, but he honestly did not care. The Chosen of Bane was already skating on precariously thin ice, and the two of them had yet to speak a word to each other.
The dark haired man was…surprisingly attractive. Kirnha had seen illustrations of him on various pieces of propaganda, and in the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette, but he always assumed they were a caricature of the man who’d just entered the room. It appeared as though Gortash felt the same way about Kirnha, as the man did not bother to be subtle about the way his eyes scanned Kirnha from horns to boots, a smirk settling on his face as he strode towards the tiefling.
“Ah, you must be Infamy. Apologies for keeping you waiting, I trust you were not here long?” Gortash extended his hand in greeting, and it was only then that Infamy bothered to stand. He was taller than Gortash; not by much, but enough that Kirnha was looking down at the dark haired man as he returned the handshake stiffly.
“If you were truly sorry, you would have just been on time.” Kirnha mused with a smirk of his own, his tone laced with annoyance as he took his seat again.
“Not one to mince words, I see. I like it,” Gortash walked around his desk to sit in the chair behind it, propping his feet up as he looked at Kirnha. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
Kirnha studied Gortash for a quiet moment before speaking. “My time is limited, so I will speak plainly. Is it true that Belynne Stelmane’s former associate known as The Emperor is Balduran himself?”
If Gortash is surprised by the information Kirnha presented him with, the man does not show it. He simply raises an eyebrow. “My, my, your little followers do know how to pick up a scent, don’t they?”
That was all the confirmation Kirnha needed to know he was correct. “Is it also true that The Emperor is currently missing, because you trapped him in an icosahedron and then proceeded to lose said artifact?”
Silence. Even in silence, Gortash said everything. In a position such as Gortash’s it would be in the adviser’s best interest to deny Kirnha’s claims outright if they were untrue. As frustrating as Gortash was, Kirnha could respect that the man was choosing to remain silent so he could have plausible deniability, if he did not like Kirnha’s proposal. Instead of acknowledging the question, Gortash replied, “I thought you were going to speak plainly, Bhaalspawn?”
“Fair enough. What would you say if I knew of a way to elevate us both to positions of power within the city by way of controlling the Elder Brain?”
Gortash studied Kanha’s face, as though he were looking for any trace of deception and Kirnha held his stare, daring the man to contradict him. They sat there in silence, staring at each other– it was a game, who was going to speak first. Kanha knew it was not going to be him, and if it came down to it, he would leave before doing so.
Minutes went by, and finally, Gortash spoke. “I would say you have my attention.”
Kirnha smirked and leaned forward in his seat. “How familiar are you with The Crown of Karsus?”
“Familiar enough to know that it’s missing, so if this plan of yours involves it, then you are officially wasting my time.” Gortash leveled a glare at Kirnha.
“It is not missing. I know where it is.” Kirnha confirmed.
“Where is it?” Gortash asked, sitting up in his chair, perhaps a little too eagerly for the persona he’d been playing with Kirnha so far.
“That is for me alone to know, unless you agree to help me retrieve it, and use its power together.”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me, making a grab for the power and influence in this city I already hold?” Gortash bristled, disappointed that Kirnha hadn’t given up the crown’s location immediately.
“If I were lying to you then coming here would have been a complete waste of my time, and I do not engage in activities that waste my time,” Kirnha leaned back. “Are you willing to work with me or not?”
Gortash’s face contorted into something that could only be described as a pout, even if that wasn’t really the right word for it. “Fine. What’s your plan, Infamy?”
Kirnha’s lips formed a thin line, and people who knew him would see the look and claim it was the closest the tiefling ever came to smiling. “Have you ever been to Hell?”
~*~
“If anyone ever asks, you were never here.” The diabolist, Helsik, said to Gortash and Kirnha for what feels like the hundredth time in the last fortnight as they ascended the stairs to her office, and Kirnha didn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“I’m not sure why you feel the need to repeat yourself– you made it perfectly clear upon agreeing to help us in the first place. Your terms are understood.” Kirnha glowered at Helsik, and the woman visibly flinched.
“Just being cautious, as are you, I’m sure.” She raised her hands in defeat, sensing the tiefling’s annoyance.
“Now, now, Infamy, play nicely. Helsik is taking a great risk by giving us access to the Hells. The least you can do is be polite.”
Kirnha’s gaze shot to Gortash, and the glare on his face remained. “Oh yes, a terribly great risk, for an obscene amount of coin.” Though he and Gortash could easily afford Helsik’s outrageous fee, that didn’t mean Kirnha had to be happy about paying it; or that he had to be nice to the woman just because she willingly took their gold. If Kirnha had his way, the woman would be dead the moment the portal was opened, but Gortash managed to convince her that keeping her alive could end up being useful, if they needed to return to the hells for any reason.
In the short time the two of them had been working together, Enver Gortash’s mind was something that Kirnha had come to both hate and love about the man standing next to him. Gortash was smart, possibly too smart and certainly smarter than Kirnha, and every time Gortash made a suggestion or pointed something out that Kirnha had overlooked, the tiefling found himself equally as ready to murder Enver Gortash as he was ready to push all of the stupid trinkets and baubles off of the man’s desk and fuck him right there. It was maddening and, at this point, Kirnha was not sure which of those two things he would do first.
Kirnha and Gortash stood back as they watched Helsik paint the pentagram on the floor in blood, unbothered by where the blood came from. Kirnha paid especially close attention to the ritual as Helsik performed it, just in case there ever came a time he needed to return to hell– after all, it was better to be safe, than sorry. Soon, the blood on the floor was ablaze with fire that gave off an enormous amount of heat, but did not burn as Kirnha and Gortash stepped into the circle. Gortash looked back at Helsik and nodded his head in thanks. “We were never here.” he teased before looking over to Kirnha and shooting him a wink. A wink. The absolute audacity of Bane’s chosen to flirt with him! Kirnha hated how much he loved it, and the way his heart softly stuttered in his chest at the sight.
Kirnha had no other choice: He was going to have to kill Enver Gortash.
Maybe Mephistopheles would make it easy, and Gortash’s death could seem like it was an accident. Or maybe Mephistopheles would kill Gortash outright. After all, Kirnha was a Mephistopheles tiefling– the likelihood of being harmed in Cania was incredibly low. Kirnha stepped through the portal in the floor first with his eyes closed to combat the dizziness that often came with traveling via a portal such as this one.
The smell of sulfur hit him first, and it was like being welcomed home. Kirnha was living among the tieflings of Elturel when they were dragged to the hells, and he’d also been one of the few who chose to stay once everything was set right again. He liked it here– Cania was a place where nobody cared whether you were a good person or not, and Kirnha had used that knowledge to appease Bhaal every chance he could. As it turned out, devils bled just like everyone else.
“Well, at least Mephistopheles has taste.” Gortash mused after joining Kirnha on the other side of the portal. Helsik’s portal had dropped the two of them just outside Mephistopheles’ castle in Cania, and Kirnha nodded in agreement. He’d been here before– being Bhaal’s chosen on top of being a descendent of the archdevil himself afforded Kirnha many liberties during his time residing in Cania, such as being invited to parties and dinners, giving him ample opportunity to explore the castle and its grounds. Admittedly, Kirnha hated the dinners and parties, but he went because Sceleritas told him that Bhaal demanded it– that having a devil such as Mephistopheles in their corner would benefit Bhaal’s cause in the long run.
Kirnha was not entirely sure that this was what Bhaal or Sceleritas had in mind when they shared that piece of information with Kirnha. If anything, what he and Gortash were here to do would do nothing other than turn Mephistopheles against them. This was why it was entirely necessary that they do not get caught.
“You’re certain you know where he’s keeping The Crown of Karsus?” Gortash asked.
Kirnha smirked at Bane’s chosen as they began walking towards the castle. Much like Helsik’s repetitive statement of anonymity, Gortash had taken to repeating himself, and it was becoming tiresome. “Not nervous, are you, Gortash? I thought you had more mettle than this.” Kirnha mused.
“I wouldn’t call it a lack of mettle so much as I would call it a healthy amount of skepticism.” Gortash bristled.
“If you’re still skeptical, there’s time to turn around. Now that we’re here, I’m sure I can find a way to do this on my own.” Kirnha dared, glaring at Gortash as they entered the castle’s courtyard.
Kirnha was bluffing, because the fact of the matter was that whether Kirnha liked it or not, he needed Gortash for this to succeed. The crown was an incredibly powerful magical artifact, and it would take the both of them to control it and make it out of Cania alive.
If Gortash caught his bluff, the man said nothing. He only rolled his eyes as they passed through the courtyard and entered the main hall of the castle. Most people would not have simply walked in the front door, but the lords and ladies of the hells, and the souls who served Mephistopheles knew him; they knew he had enough pull with their master not to question his sudden appearance, and they said nothing.
“I have need to visit the archives.” Kirnha said to one of the souls standing guard by the far entrance. The guard visibly trembled.
“Sir, Mephistopheles is not currently home, and we are forbidden to escort anyone to the archives without him present.”
That was what Kirnha needed to hear: The Crown was in Mephistopheles’ archives– a place where all of the information and artifacts the archdevil had collected over the centuries was stored. It was not normally off limits to visitors who held favor. That they were being barred from entering now told Kirnha everything about The Crown’s location.
He shot the guard a menacing look. “Do you know you I am, you pathetic worm? I am Infamy, chosen of Bhaal and descended from Mephistopheles himself. I am permitted to access the archives without his majesty, and you will grant me access. So long as you do, Mephistopheles shall not hear of your disrespect.”
There was a beat of silence as the guard considered his options: continue to deny Kirnha entry and die, or grant Kirnha entry and risk death in the event that Kirnha was lying.
As it turned out, the guard valued his wretched life, and he decided to take the risk of granting Kirnha the access he desired. The guard nodded. “Of course, sir. Right this way.”
Gortash shot Kirnha a silent look of approval as they followed the guard through the hallways, until they were right outside of the archive doors. “This is as far as I can taken you– I am not allowed in.” The guard trembled again and Kirna waved his hand at the man.
“That is fine. We can take it from here. Just unlock the door.”
The guard did as instructed and as soon as the doors were open, the guard fled. “Impressive,” Gortash stated as they entered the archives, and Kirnha simply shrugged. “I was prepared to have to fight our way in here, but they quite literally handed you the key.”
“There’s still time for fighting. Just because they gave me the keys doesn’t mean we’ll get out of here without a fight. It’s not like we’re here for any old magical bauble.”
Yes, there was a very good chance that once Kirnha and Gortash found The Crown of Karsus within the deep archives of Mephistopheles’ castle that taking it from its confinements would trigger an alarm. The fact that it was being kept here, and not in a deeper vault, made Kirnha sure of that. It was almost as though Mephistopheles thought nobody was stupid enough to try and steal The Crown of Karsus from him, or that the archdevil had no idea anyone knew it was here.
For that, Kirnha could thank Cazador Szarr. The vampire lord of Baldur’s Gate had his own dealings with Mephistopheles that gave him an intimate knowledge of this place, and as it turned out, staying on Bhaal’s good side was of great interest to Cazador. Prying the information from him about Mephestopheles’ ownership of the crown had been all too easy.
Kirnha closed the door behind them and took a few more steps into the deep room of the archives. He reached into his bag and pulled out a scroll of Detect Magic. The scroll would only help so much, as there were many magical items in the archives, Kirnha was sure, but at least it would point them in the right direction.
What he had not planned on was the pull from the crown being so strong that it overpowered literally everything else. The pulsing magic from the detection spell was so bright and so strong from one specific direction that there was no way it wasn’t coming from The Crown. Kirnha looked at Gortash with a smug grin. “I told you I knew where it was.”
As they rounded the next corner, the sound of the door to the archives opening once again filled the halls, followed by a pair of hurried footsteps. Kirnha quickly waved the spell away, swearing and swearing under his breath. He’d only brought one scroll of Detect Magic– it should have been all he needed.
“Quickly, follow my lead.” Gortash whispered hurriedly, and before Kirnha could protest, the chosen of Bane was gripping the collar of his shirt and pushing Kirnha against the nearest wall. Every instinct of Kirnha’s was screaming at him to fight back, that Gortash was about to betray him.
“What the fuck are you–” Kirnha started to argue as he reached for the dagger at his belt, but he was cut off by the feeling of Enver Gortash’s mouth pressing against his own in a searing kiss. Kirnha instantly stopped struggling against Gortash and melted into the kiss as his brain registered what Gortash was doing, even if it wasn't what Kirnha would have done. Kirnha reached up to grip Gortash’s collar and forcefully moved their bodies so Gortash was the one pinned to the wall, his tongue invading Gortash’s mouth easily. The moan that left Enver Gortash’s mouth sent all of the blood in Kirnha’s body rushing south, and part of him hated it. This was not part of the plan.
Just as Gortash’s hands released Kirnha’s shirt and found purchase on the tiefling’s backside, there was a squawk of surprise as the footsteps stopped. Kirnha broke away from the kiss and glared at their visitor. It was the same guard as before, and he looked terrified. “S-so-so sorry, gentlemen, but I-I was instructed to-to–”
Kirnha pushed himself away from Gortash and stormed over to the guard, drawing his daggers. “Your intentions no longer matter, as they are your end regardless.”
Without another word, Kirnha’s hands moved quickly and quietly. There was only one sharp cry of pain before the guard was on the floor, throat slit, his blood spilling across the dark tile floors like beautiful rubies. Kirnha smiled evilly, and a feeling of pleasure rushed through his body. Bhaal was pleased. Kirnha was pleased. He wiped the daggers on the dead guard’s body and stowed them away again before turning to Gortash.
“We likely have about ten minutes before anybody realizes that he hasn’t come back. It’s time to move. Quickly.” Gortash nodded and fell into step beside Kirnha as they power-walked down the hallway towards the source of the magic that the detection scroll found before it was wiped out.
“You’re a marvelous kisser, by the way.” Gortash flirted, and Kirnha rolled his eyes. Now wasn’t the time for flirting and compliments, even if his body wanted to forget about The Crown of Karsus altogether and just fuck Enver Gortash up against the wall.
“Not now,” Kirnha snapped, both at Gortash and himself for thinking such thoughts. “We can discuss that once we get out of here.”
Gortash didn’t flinch at Kirnha’s tone. In fact, he smirked. “Glad you agree there’s something to discuss– I’ve been thinking about that since you walked into my office a fortnight ago.”
Kirnha made a noise of annoyance. “What part of ‘we can discuss this once we get out of here’ did you not understand?” Annoyed as he was, knowing Gortash had been attracted to him from the beginning certainly inflated Kirnha’s ego a bit as they walked.
The Crown was at the very end of a long hallway in a glass case. From afar, Kirnha could not see any signs of anything special guarding the case. Kirnha anticipated there being some sort of exploding trap spell on the case itself, but that there was nothing else guarding it felt suspicious.
Maybe Mephistopheles truly did believe The Crown was safe simply by being in his possession.
That would be the archdevil’s downfall.
“That case is trapped.” Gortash confirmed as they approached, and Kirnha nodded. He could feel the magic crackling off of it, and he gestured to Gortash.
“You can do the honors.” Kirnha ordered as though disarming the case was a privilege, and not something he needed Gortash to do because Kirnha was less likely to be able to disarm it in one try.
“Gladly. Watch and learn, Bhaalspawn.” Gortash’s devilish grin made Kirnha’s heart stutter again, and he huffed impatiently. Fate was a cruel mistress for deciding to make Kirnha attracted to this man– everything was easier without emotions. Ruling, fighting, killing, fucking…all of it, and the more time he spent in Enver Gortash’s presence, the less Kirnha found himself wanting to fight or kill the man. Ruling alongside and fucking him though…yes, that was starting to interest Kirnha.
Gortash’s hands were quick, something Kirnha took note of for later, and soon the trap was disarmed and the case was unlocked. “As soon as we pick it up, the alarms will probably sound.” Kirnha said sternly. “Are you ready?”
Gortash laughed. “But of course– I even brought a little piece of insurance, should anything go wrong. Then, from inside of his robes, Gortash pulled out another scroll– a Dimension Door. That would get them as far as they could see, so as long as their portal back to The Devil’s Fee was in sight, they could get out. In a moment of passion, Kirnha leaned in and kissed Gortash fiercely. It was brilliant. He was brilliant, and Kirnha both loved and hated it.
“Let’s do this. For the Absolute?” Gortash asked slyly.
Kirnha nodded. “For the Absolute.”
The moment the crown was in Kirnha’s hands, he could feel the power radiating off of it. This was the power that almost killed Mystra. This was the power they needed to control the Elder Brain. Now it was theirs, and as soon as they made it out of Cania, it would be theirs to wield. Theirs– his and Gortash’s. Together. An idea that was growing on Kirnha by the minute.
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update;
tldr: all i’ll be writing on this blog moving forward is mists of celeste. if that’s all you want to know about the status of both me and this blog, then you can stop reading here! i won’t be offended or bothered if that’s all you want to know!
however if you’re interested in a more in-depth explanation as to why i came to this decision then you’re welcome to keep reading to understand where i’m at.
why am i doing this?
there are multiple layers to why i’m taking this step. first off this is not a goodbye, as much as i’m sure many people are expecting that with how often i’ve been absent from this blog this year alone. one, i made a promise to myself when i very first started this blog almost 4 years ago that i would deactivate once i reached a certain milestone. since then, i’ve chosen not to deactivate and i think i will always leave this blog up as an archive even when the day comes where i will not be here or be posting anything here. i also have hopes and goals to finish mists of celeste and i think i will hit that milestone before i finish the story (maybe not anymore but, that’s beside the point).
two, with being so close to such a significant milestone, i think there are certain expectations i have regarding my fics and the success of those fics. frankly, almost 90% of my following came from when i started writing for a.tz/s.kz, not b.ts. so it isn’t a disconnect in what people followed me for because i haven’t been writing for b.ts for several years by now. but even so, my fics still don’t do well. the reblogs mostly come from me, the feedback mostly comes from people who read from me regularly or mutuals, and the ratio of likes to reblogs is a never-ending issue that is never going to change. i’m grateful for anyone who stops to read and leave feedback on my works, and i am especially grateful to anyone who stops to read and leave feedback on my works that are not mists of celeste. and now with tumblr mucking up the tag system and preventing my works from being shown in the tags even when i do everything recommended, my works are going out to an even smaller audience that is not even 1% of my follower count. even with atinyblr being slow these days, i see other writers doing well and getting 500-1000+ notes with apparent ease compared to what i see on my own works.
the shift in interest in the community has also affected me a lot. people are less likely to read a 10k+ fic that has plot mixed in with smut compared to a 1-2k pwp smut fic, which is fine. but that isn’t what i enjoy writing. and i understand that over time, i have lost the audience i used to have when it comes to writing that stuff. even for moc, barely anyone on the taglist i run with every update reads the updates. it’s an upsetting reality for me as the writer because i see my follower count go up and up yet my interaction and notes go down and down. which is primarily why i don’t like being here anymore to be frank. i have my friends from here but i talk to them off tumblr so i don’t feel a need or a compulsion to be here to talk to friends. i know that whatever i post won’t be received the way i wish for it to be received. and i now have this lingering fear that anytime i post anything at all tumblr will decide it shouldn’t show in tags at all.
and three, people are still dragging up things that happened in the past that i have tried so hard to move away from and want nothing to do with anymore. and belatedly, as much as i changed my url at the time, i realize that i won’t ever be able to fully distance myself from being involved in that in the past as long as i am calypso, hongism. i really hate that because i’ve had to come to terms with a lot of the bad things i suffered here on this website and in my real life relationships that were public here on tumblr, but i will always be known for my association with those things in a negative light.
what about your other series?
i won’t be writing them anymore! i appreciate all the love and affection given to them but frankly after blood masquerade i came to the realization that even if there are a lot of people interested in an idea, they aren’t all going to be interested in the final product. the ratio of votes to even likes on the fic itself was so grossly skewed that i found myself both baffled and discouraged to even continue writing it. aka; why am i putting so much heart and soul into something and not seeing an outcome that is balanced or fair? it wasn’t even an insignificant difference but rather something close to a 50+ difference in notes and votes.
will you ever change your mind?
maybe? maybe not? probably not. at some point in the distant future i might find myself wanting to go back to ideas that i had, like the wooyoung and san series i had planned for october this year but right now i have such a dismal and bad relationship with this blog in general that i don’t even want to think about posting anything here.
and one more note regarding moc:
i think i’m done writing interims. there has always been a disconnect in the readers of the main chapters versus readers of the interims, and i’ve always known that would be the case, but it is greatly disheartening as the writer to see such a divide on the work that i put my heart and soul into. so for now moving forward i just want to do main chapters and nothing else unless i feel so in love with an idea that i just have to put it out there.
overall i understand that this post as a whole is very moody and emotional and negative but i hope you all understand that this has been something i’ve been struggling with for the better part of a year here on this blog. i feel a disconnect and i feel no way to grab the ropes and tie myself back here the way i used to be here. even looking at other writers who have come up into the scene on atinyblr, i feel very lacking as a writer and i also feel a disconnect from them because i’m a writer who has been around here since 2020. it’s dumb to say that i feel ostracized in any sort of way but i do feel a bit distant, and i understand that in my attempts to curate a corner for myself on the internet, i created a very specific niche for myself in mists of celeste. i have always said that that is my magnum opus, and i still believe that to be the case. and at risk of sounding horribly arrogant, i feel i’ve isolated myself on an island that is mists of celeste and any time i try to broaden my horizons to do something outside of moc, it’s destined to fail. so for the sake of my mental well-being i need to step back and dedicate hongism to mists of celeste so that i can curb any expectations i might have had about other projects i wanted to do.
so no, it’s not a goodbye, just a note that i’m slowing down and that the only thing i’ll be presenting to you all here on hongism moving forward is mists of celeste. it’s something that’s said a lot but it’s not something that i admitted myself until recently, but having come back multiple times this year with this mentality of ‘if i just push myself through this then it’ll be fine’, i now realize that if i don’t care for myself then how can i expect anyone else to care about me either? and i think i need to do this to care for myself and have a better mentality about my presence here.
#caly chats#as far as asks go#im trying my best to reach a mental space where i feel okay enough to#be calypso here
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BBC Ghosts vs CBS Ghosts
So I just saw a post mentioning the fact that there was an American version of the BBC’s Ghosts (thank you @m1auu for mentioning it in your tags under one post) and as someone looking for any good reason to procrastinate sleeping and school work I decided I’d watch it (at least the first season). I have always loved comparing remakes of show, especially in the case of British shows being turned into American television, especially due to the poor track record. As for why I decided to post about this in the first place, one part me loving the original Ghosts, second part me looking to goof around, third part my love for history (and I genuinely enjoyed how they played with it in the BBC Ghosts so I hope the CBS’s version will try to make similar efforts).
(Also, I’m not sure if this will be at all important for my analysis, but I am a yankee doodle doo)
Before Watching:
I think before even start watching, I have a few a issues I think I can predict before I actually start digging into the show. Firstly, I want to start off with my biggest worry which I hope won’t, but probably will exist, which is that the problem, that almost every American remake I have I watched has seems to have, which is the translation of thematic ideas. I think this problem happens almost every time, where an American remake takes a British IP and makes it either to optimistic or high energy, for example; the inbetweeners or the office (uk) to the office (us). This especially bothers me because a lot of British humor focuses on satire, especially on class issues, which American comedies avoid (despite it being an extremely prominent issue in the States) and a lot American comedies will also often lack subtlety as well (something I really valued form Ghosts (BBC)). Now this could all turn out to be nothing, but even before seeing anything I don’t have to positive of an outlook.
My second issue is something that’ll probably be apparent to anyone who knows about the US history and British history. The cast, while Britain has centuries of distinct historical periods that the average person could make the distinctions between, I believe that’ll be much harder in an American version due to America’s much shorter history (mostly disregarding the indigenous history as it is unlikely there will be more than one indigenous character), as well as the fact the a lot history is hard to have in one condensed area of the states, like a cowboy would not be caught dead in the same place as an 90s metro- politician. Also, when it comes to characters having equivalents, I think there will be an attempt, but I doubt there will be more than Pat, Julian, Kitty, Fanny and maybe Mary, if the setting happens to be placed in a Northeastern state. My other, thought based on a glance at the thumbnail image that comes up when you first look up the show, is that instead of the Captain being a WWII soldier, his equivalent will most likely be an American Revolutionary soldier (which I could see maybe working ….ehhh).
That’s it, now for a kinda of live reporting of the first few episodes
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okay so my buddy @somethingthatsaysbubbles has been nice enough to tag me in six sentence sundays twice now and I keep! forgetting!! so this is me doing two to make up for it lmao
both under the cut so I don’t crowd dashes bc lmao of course I wasn’t just going to post six sentences, are you kidding me?
and bc of some very slight nsft in the last one
no-pressure tagging some friends in the meantime! @rosemaremembrance @maximoffwxnda @bigtiddythanos @illegalcerebral @lightinthedarkuniverse/ @jmathesonandsiblings @pondering-and-wondering @lorna-d-m @scuttle-buttle @eldritchcircus @somethingthatsaysbubbles @ebiemidnightlibrarian @norabrice1701 and anyone else feeling up to it!
I. conversations at the cemetery line -
Leon chuckled. “Well, who else is there, champ? Your brother,” he said quietly. “We all heard he’s a scrapper, when he needs to be. But it’s been a while, and his daddy ain’t around to beg anyone to go easy on him anymore.”
“First of all, Hex is my cousin, and second of all, he can hold his own just fine,” Maxi snapped, his eyes red as a fresh wound.
“Sure, sure. But can the Belle of the Ball?” Leon asked, tilting his head with a smile showing too-long teeth. “Word is she’s up giving pretty boy a run for his money still. That would mean she’s fair game, too.”
“Ask your employers,” Maxi said flatly. “She ruined their whole party, you were there.”
“You Lifers, you really let being born into this make you think you know shit about shit.” Leon closed the distance between them so they were eye to eye, what little gray there was seeming to drain from his irises and pupil to leave only a ghastly white. “Did you really think you all could get out of this unscathed, boy?” His voice changed drastically, like gravel had scraped his vocal chords. “Show them up in their own house and go home to laugh about it?”
“Who’s laughin’?” Maxi said, his voice lowering to near a growl of his own.
“You’re gonna get yourselves killed, kid. Did you really think They’ll stop at just you? You think they won’t come for that little friend of yours once they chew through your family line? That they won’t come for everyone who ever laid eyes on you, and everyone you ever called a friend? They make ghost towns. I’ve seen ‘em do it.”
II. an indecent proposal --
Silence stretched like skin over an abscess, tight and uncomfortable. Maxi and Rora met each other’s eyes, before he and Hector seemed to have a long, oddly tense shared stare. Finally, when something between them was wordlessly settled, they both looked back to Rora.
Rora paused, her glass halfway to her mouth again. “…What. Why’re y’all lookin’ at me.” She looked between the two of them, irritated now. “Why am I the one makin’ the call?”
“It was your suggestion,” Maxi drawled, with not a small bit of snark. “Figured it’s only fair.”
“Plus you’re the one who knew what moon we needed,” Hex added. “And all that stuff.”
“Because it’s common sense, if you thought about it for even a half a second,” Rora sighed, putting her glass down to pinch the bridge of her nose. “And if either of you ever bothered to study—“
“I didn’t!” Hector said, throwing his hands in the air. “I didn’t, we both know I didn’t, why do you keep talking to me like I’m suddenly gonna wake up and want to memorize all the esoteric bullshit our dads never made me learn!”
“Because if you want the title at all, and don’t want to be an embarrassment to the entire lineage,” Rora turned to Hector, sounding like she was revving up on an ongoing argument. “You need to know your shit outside just ‘Ghost go poof’.”
“You know what, puta,” Hector turned, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You always wanna talk shit about the Veil, but you’re just mad you could never—“
“Oh puh-lease, Hector, tell me what I don’t know about the goddamn Veil, since I’m the one that’s actually been there—“
“Jesus Christ, not this again,” Maxi sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y’all, leave it alone, c’mon.“
“Butt out, Maxi, you abdicated.” Rora glared at her brother.
“Yeah, no one asked,” Hector agreed over Rora’s shoulder.
Maxi’s hands fell to the kitchen table, eyes dark. “That don’t mean I can’t fuse both y’all’s lips closed right now—“
You weren’t sure if it was the tequila that made you knock twice on the table, or made you ask, loudly: “Are you guys fucking me tonight or what?”
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and now I’m just gonna leave these here :3 thanks for thinking of me, linds!
#six sentence sunday#morvant mortuary#monsterkisser fics#nice people#tagged in#wip snippet#maxi morvant#hex morvant-casares#rora morvant#slasher ocs#southern slasher ocs#necromancer ocs
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The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapter Four (Rúben Dias)
Word count: 776
Rúben
I’ve spent the last 20 minutes looking at Christina’s profile. I’m being careful not to accidentally like old photos. I don’t want her to think I’m a creep looking at her photos from 2017. Though, I guess I am exactly that.
It’s funny to see how her photos have changed. The older ones are mostly her with friends or on holidays with her family. Then we have a lot of nights out until we get to the last couple of months when she started to post mostly professional photos. She’s always been pretty, but it’s easy to see she’s grown into her looks to take her from cute to gorgeous.
“Who’s that?”, asks John while I was distracted looking at a photo of Christina in Brighton with her family.
“Um…no one”.
“I’m not your mum, Rúben. I won’t tell you off for looking at pretty girls on IG”, he laughs.
“It’s just…the girl that interviewed me yesterday, I was being nosey and checking her IG”.
“Let me see her”, John says, asking for my phone.
I give it to him and he takes a quick look.
“How is this fair?”, he says dramatically. “That I get the middle-aged dudes interviewing me but you get the hottie”.
I shrug and laugh.
“Anyways, how was your date?”
Not the change of subject I was looking forward to.
“Alright, I guess. She only seemed interested in us in one way but I guess I wasn’t planning a life with her either so whatever”.
“Wow, that sounds horrible, Rúben. I feel for you”.
“Shut up!”
“Maybe you should invite your journalist friend to be your next date”, suggests John. And I try hard not to show a reaction to that.
Because I’ve thought about it but I don’t want to scare her away by being too forward.
When I go back to IG, I see Christina has uploaded a new story and click on it. It’s of her and a guy, called Matty according to the tag, and she’s written “coffee and Matty, my favourite combo”. I show it to John.
“I guess she’s busy with her boyfriend”.
“Wait until they break up, then”, he says laughing.
I roll my eyes at him and go back to the story. Her head is on his shoulder and they both have big smiles on their faces. I can see his hand is on her waist. I mean, of course she has a boyfriend. I shouldn’t be surprised but it bothers me anyway.
Christina
After my coffee with Matty, I go back home to work on some articles that are due soon. I’m struggling to concentrate so I pick up my phone to scroll through social media.
Friends have posted, so I like and comment on their photos. My sister Lily has posted a new story with my nephew, so I like it and answer with a bunch of emoji hearts. And I see Rúben has posted a new photo too. He’s wearing the outfit all City players wear when they travel for away matches. But I have to admit that even though the outfit is horrible, it doesn’t look half bad on him. I debate for a second before liking the photo.
I mean, I’ve liked some of his photos before. But, he wasn’t following me back then. What if he thinks I’ve only done it to get his attention or something? Not to be all I’m not like the other girls but I’m sure many use that trick. Ugh, why do I have to overthink everything? He won’t even notice I liked the stupid photo.
Ok, phone away. Back to writing.
Once I’m done with work, I reward myself by making a delicious frozen pizza for dinner. And I might even take a bath later. Glamour and luxury 24/7.
When I go stop the timer I set on my phone I see I have a few notifications. But one stands out. A DM from Rúben. So he is like the others. What a surprise!
I still open it to see what he has to say and it confuses me even more.
“Hi Christina. I’m playing in London tomorrow, against Arsenal. I have a couple of tickets if you want them. For you and your boyfriend. Let me know if you want them. Xx”
For me and my boyfriend? I didn’t have one of those last time I checked. But I do want the tickets. I’ll gladly support City against Arsenal. I’ll support literally anyone that plays Arsenal.
“Hey Rúben. Hope you are ok. That’s super generous of you and sure, I’ll love tickets to the match. But…I’m a bit confused. I don’t have a boyfriend but I’ll be able to find someone to take to the match with me if the offer still stands. Xx”
Pizza time now.
#ruben dias#footballer x reader#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias x reader#footballer imagine
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I need to talk about something.
I know the "please reblog" posts have been making the rounds again, but the message just isn’t being heard.
Before I get into that though, I need to make one thing as clear as possible:
I am grateful for every single note I get, no matter what kind it is.
But this is frustrating.
Last time I made this kind of post, I’d made a hand drawn graph but this time I made an effort to keep this one as clear and concise as possible. I included replies because it’s still an interaction beyond just tapping and moving on. My own reblogs and replies have been subtracted for the most accurate data.
Only one of these has a good reblogs to likes ratio, and it’s the least popular of the stories shown. And honestly, seeing the disparity with all the others hurts. I spend hours and hours of my time writing. Even when I’m not actively typing anything out, I’m thinking about characters and plot points almost constantly. And seeing it mapped out like this makes me feel like all that time and effort is wasted and unappreciated.
Think of it this way: You’re working a job, and your boss keeps telling you how good you are at it, so you work harder, hoping to get a raise. But no matter how good you are at your job, the only thing you get out of it is ‘nice work’. After a while, the words feel empty and you stop putting that effort in, since there’s no tangible reward for it. Then your boss wonders why you aren’t working as hard and gives you grief for it, sometimes even demanding that you work hard for nothing.
You tell them, over and over, that you need that raise. There is no reason for you to not get it. They have the money, but they just won’t give it to you. The effort of changing one number on your paycheck is just ‘too hard’.
You wouldn’t stay at that job for very long, would you? Of course not, you want to be somewhere where you feel genuinely appreciated and are shown that by your boss.
That is exactly what the situation is like for creators here. Except we don’t get paid for posting to begin with!
There is no algorithm on this site. Liking a post won’t make it appear on your followers feeds like it does on Twitter. Unlike YouTube, the number of views a post gets does absolutely nothing for us, that isn’t even tracked here. Liking a post will not automatically show you similar posts like it does on TikTok. If you want more, you need to reblog.
I’ve seen a few people talk about empty reblogs (those without tags or comments). Personally, I don’t mind those! The very act of reblogging is what matters, because even if it is empty, it’ll still show up on your followers feeds and more people will see it.
I’ve also seen posts from ‘likers’ that say we aren’t entitled to interaction, and we are very much aware of that, but that also means you are not entitled to our work. Work that we are doing for free.
If you don’t let creators know in some form (reblogs, replies, messages, even a simple tag of ‘nice’) that you really want to see our work, you have no right at all to complain when we stop posting or even delete everything altogether.
It’s really sad that, right around posting my twentieth story, I’m thinking about stopping. This has been bothering me for a very long time. Graphing the numbers up and seeing what I’ve been feeling proven, through cold, hard, facts, has done nothing to change my mind.
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Hello! I’m Miro.
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All of my writing and posts about my writing process are tagged #mirokai writes (except when I forget) and most of my actual stories are on my AO3.
- Original Sandman posts: #miro does sandman and my Matthew the Emotional Support Raven series.
- Original Arcane posts: #miro does arcane . And my Jayvik environmental lawyers AU stories and “bonus content”: #HexLaw stories
- Original Person of Interest posts including episode reactions: #miro does poi
People have started sending me asks and DMs asking for AO3 advice. I certainly don’t purport to be an expert but I know some things and I do like giving advice, so if you’re thinking about doing this, please do! These posts (and other helpful things) are tagged #how to ao3.
Do note that if you're here because of the Webnovel post, I don't generally make a habit of diving into websites' T&C and I absolutely cannot give you legal advice.
Additional info about me and this blog under the cut.
(Updated June 3, 2023)
I post about the fandoms listed in my header, but I post about everything I like and that’s lots of things. I generally try to tag fandom stuff. So if, for example, you don’t like Doctor Who, block that tag and you won’t see Doctor Who stuff from me.
I also post a lot of things that make me chuckle or I find interesting or beautiful. I generally do not post about politics or serious issues here. This is my anonymous happy place and I save that stuff for accounts with my real name on them.
I generally reblog fan art or writing as soon as I see it, and I queue things that are interesting or chuckle-inducing. In part this makes my own queue nice little surprises on my dash. My queue tends to be quite long and it takes me even longer to get to videos (I save them for the relatively rare times when I can watch something with sound) so if I show up in your notifications long after you post something, that’s why.
I do not generally follow back. The only way tumblr stays fun for me is if I follow very few people. If I don't follow you or if I did at one point and I stopped, please know that it's not you, it's me. You're totally welcome to reach out to me regardless of whether I follow you or not.
If you are a minor I am literally old enough to be your mom. You are welcome here, you are welcome to reach out to me if you want to, and I don’t think I post anything that I would be uncomfortable with teenage-me seeing. But please understand that we’re coming at the world from pretty different places.
I am a mom to a very wonderful 6 year old daughter. I sometimes post about her here as Spawn and using the tag #spawn of miro. Other stuff about me is tagged #miro irl. My husband is on tumblr now too. You can find him at @the-real-surfski. You should check out his art and say nice things.
I am a lawyer in the US. I’ve practiced environmental law in various forms for nearly my entire career. These days I mostly write and review contracts. Nothing I say on this platform should ever be construed as legal advice.
And finally: I would love to interact with you! Send me asks (anon is on), messages, tag games. Tag me when you post your art or your writing. Tell me about something you’re into. Info dump at me. Recommend something you think I should read or watch. I love it all. Sometimes it will take me a day or so to respond due to work/parenting/adulting but I love getting notifications on here and you are never annoying me or bothering me.
I think that’s it! Happy tumbling!
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Once again, the Kie has to make an Angry Bean post. I’m honestly so tired of this now, but I don’t really have a choice in making a post about it this time, due to the nature of what I learned.
Obviously, the meat of this is under a read more, but a tldr; I’m not a terrible horrible person, and I don’t deserve to be put on a dni list above a person who is KNOWN to be a massive abuser/stalker.
So I’ll be honest. I’m a little late in making this post. I learned about this situation a few days ago (December 27 2022 ish), but I’m only writing about it now. I added a short version in a new pinned post I made before this, and my brain was kind of short circuited after that, but this is a post that needs to be done, so here I am doing it.
A few days ago, a concerned friend came to me and showed me a screenshot of a post made by star/usa. I will not say who it is, as I wish to protect them from Star’s White Knights, but they wanted to let me know I’d been put back onto a dni list by star. Normally this wouldn’t have been an issue for me. I don’t care about it enough to warrant a response if it was just an ordinary dni.
But it wasn’t.
The post was a dni in disguise. Worded to seem like it was just a psa. A “hey, I have urls blocked via tumblr and tumblr savior.”
{As I’m sure either Star’s White Knights, or Star herself will read this, here’s how you should have done it honey: “I want to let my followers know that i do have quite a few urls blocked and won’t see posts with them in it. If you suspect that I haven’t seen your post, please shoot me a message or resend it only tagging me.” That’s how you should have done it, but you’re a sucker for drama, aren’t ya?}
Instead of doing it the way I posted above, Star dropped the almost entire list of who she has blocked. She url dropped every single person on her blocked list. Which opens the door for all of those people to have a plethora of things happen to them. Some people HAVE had a lot of things happen to them because Star has url dropped them, I know of at least 3 people who have been harassed to the point of leaving tumblr because of her doing this.
Normally, as I said before, this wouldn’t have been an issue for me. I curate my space the way I want anyways, and don’t particularly care if someone has me on a dni list, or url drops me. I can take care of myself, and I won’t go easy on anyone who DOES try to bully/harass me in ims or anon. But this isn’t a normal situation. It’s far from that.
The way Star has her list on this post, my url is directly above a known abuser/stalker. My url is directly above Aku’s current url.
This is the reason why I’m making this post. The average person on tumblr knows about Aku, knows who they are, and why they’re bad/toxic. And the average person may browse Star’s blog, and see this post. That person, who knows who Aku is, and why they’re avoided, will look at the list that Star posted for the whole world to see, and say “I wonder why Forgottenluck is directly above Aku’s blog….Oh, they must be worse!” and either avoid me like the plague, or even attack me. They could also assume that I AM Aku, since Aku is known to url hop and blog hop.
This post is to clear up this misconception.
I would like to say I’ve never even been to Star’s blog. All my information comes from concerned friends, who have looked at this and gone “Kie should know whats going on since it includes her.”.
I have never said anything that couldn’t be backed up with proof.
I want to be clear; I haven’t even given a peep against Star since my last post. My last post was in OCTOBER. Months ago.
I am not a stalker, I am not an abuser. I stick to my own corner, and don’t bother anyone. Sure, I can be blunt sometimes, but I never mean any harm by it. That being said, I won’t hesitate to defend myself, which is the purpose of this post.
I am NOT Aku. I can provide proof of this if necessary.
I, in no way, deserved to be put on a list, above a known abuser, for making a few posts about a user I thought was toxic and should be avoided. All this has done is prove my reservations about Star even more. And I’m going to be honest, if i start to receive messages about people being concerned that I’m an abuser, or even accusing me of being Aku…
I will pursue legal action.
I do not use this threat lightly, as I normally would not have the funds to do so. However, this is defamation in it’s finest, and I have plenty of evidence to back this up. I also have people who will gladly join the lawsuit if necessary. I’m already in the middle of a lawsuit irl having to due with an injury i sustained a few years ago, I can easily ask my lawyer if I have grounds. I also have a family member who is a lawyer.
I legitimately haven’t said a thing since my last post on this issue. I’ve stayed in my corner, played my games, rp’d with those I trust. It’s been MONTHS. Why? Why could this not just stay quiet, stay down? Why must Star constantly, consistently, re-dredge drama up? Despite all her posts saying she wants to stop drama, she continuously brings things up, brings things back to the light, even after it’s been kicked to death.
This latest stunt has literally put me over the edge, and I’m done. This is your final warning, Star. I’m not going to take it anymore.
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I posted 1,283 times in 2022
1,233 posts created (96%)
50 posts reblogged (4%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@talesfromcordonia
@kingliamrys
@playchoicesconfessions
@thefirstcourtesan
@choices-binglebonkus
I tagged 1,190 of my posts in 2022
Only 7% of my posts had no tags
#playchoices - 325 posts
#choices background - 315 posts
#choices stories you play - 288 posts
#choices fashion - 129 posts
#pm background - 106 posts
#wtd background - 92 posts
#choices soundtrack - 89 posts
#trr background - 69 posts
#cop - 56 posts
#rcd background - 53 posts
Longest Tag: 61 characters
#just shows how little they care about the customer experience
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I changed gender on one of my playthroughs after buying this outfit for the MC and I got rewarded with this glitch during the final chapter....
43 notes - Posted November 6, 2022
#4
I've just seen the PB blog for KOD. MC and LI are going to constantly butt heads.
What a refreshing never done before dynamic in a Choices single LI book
And the brand new oh so different feel of this book carries on with the 'OMG why am I so into this random stranger', along with us totally being the newbie (or in this case not being involved in the family business).....
Gee, I wonder why I'm so bored of PB's books. I just can't put my finger on why that might be!
45 notes - Posted November 25, 2022
#3
So just abuse then?
Okay cool, thanks for letting me know me know this is just abuse porn.
54 notes - Posted April 27, 2022
#2
The Princess Swap
PB has issues understanding consent and it’s come up again in The Princess Swap
In this book we have a case of ‘sex by deception’.
In Chapter 11 you can have sex with Devin. The problem? Devin doesn’t know who you are which invalidates Devin’s ability to consent. Of course this is going to be glossed over but can you imagine falling in love with someone, having sex with said person only for them to turn around and go ‘I am somebody else actually, oppsie!’. Finding out that the person you are in a relationship with has lied about pretty much everything about them isn’t something that won’t cause someone massive trauma.
Given the tone of the book, this isn’t going to be addressed. It’s likely Devin isn’t even going to be that bothered by it. There likely isn’t going to be a massive fall-out from what the MC’s are doing because that’s not the style they’re going for with this book. Sure we’re going to get a little drama but nobody’s going to have to face real consequences.
77 notes - Posted June 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
If there’s a particular book you love on Choices back it up, now
Screenshots, record it, save the music, save the files, save the backgrounds.
Companies admitting online, in public that they’re having ‘staffing issues’ multiple times is not a sign of a healthy company.
And this isn't the first time Choices has used staffing issues for excusing a book delay or cancellation and that's a really bad look.
Is management that bad?
Is the work environment so bad they're bleeding staff?
Is PB bleeding money so much they can't afford to keep staff on what looks like a successful book and can only afford to fund the really cheap formulaic books?
From a business perspective, this is an unfortunate thing to admit. It raises serious questions about PB's future.
273 notes - Posted August 25, 2022
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FAQ
Are you accepting commissions?
No, I'm not right now. tbh commissions stress me out a lot lol, and i kind of function on a "i can only get myself to work on this if i am personally invested in it" type basis, and people like to commission for fandoms that i'm not always in - which makes it super hard for me to work on! AHH. if i ever do open them up though, you'll see a post about it! :D
Update: I am! Currently they’re closed to the larger public, as I’m doing limited comms for some friends in discord servers first as a bit of a test run. (You might have seen me post a few things!!) But it’s been going well! I think once I’m through with these, I’ll open up comms for realsies. ^^ Keep an eye out for the post!
Can I repost your art on Instagram/Pinterest/Tiktok/Wherever?
Nope! (: Don’t even bother asking lol! Idk why you’d want to repost it at all tbh, i am not that popular, most of my art is sketches bUT IF you feel the need to, just know that I’m not cool with it! I don’t really want my art on platforms that I’m not also on, and even if I’ve got an account there, well. My brother in christ, if I wanted it there, I would have posted it!!! I don’t care if you give credit, or even link back to my blog. Just…don’t do it, pal. thanks.
Do you do drawing requests?
Yep! Not all the time - only every now and then, and I usually only allow for about 3 requests. I make a post every time I open them up, and it's usually updated (all the slots filled) within a few hours or so. If you don't see a recent post about requests being open, or see it on the pinned post announcements, then they aren't open atm. :)
Do you draw NSFW?
This is a new development - but lmao yeah I do! However, you almost certainly won’t be seeing it show up on my art blog here. For the most part, I try to limit myself to “suggestive” rather than straight up nsfw when I post art. That means I won’t really be taking requests (or comms) for NSFW, either, not to mention I’m only just getting a handle on drawing it.
That being said - PLEASE don't send me messages about NSFW things, or with NSFW content or images. I’m talking asks, mostly. That shit gets deleted fam. >:T That would include like, something super gore-y or needlessly gross, btw. I'd rather just avoid people trying to show me that stuff all together.
Please also don’t send me unsolicited NSFW, either. I love my followers! But receiving like - explicit excerpts or images from someone I don’t know, but that follows me, is very jarring.
Again, that being said - if you want to write or draw something based off of one of my more suggestive doodles, just let me know!!! I’d LOVE to know!!!Asking for permission and then writing and posting something to Ao3 or what have you is a totally different ball game than dm-ing me something unprompted/un-solicited.
Do you reblog NSFW?
Like I’ve said before - I have zero problem with NSFW. I’m not going to reblog explicit NSFW content here - if I ever had a need to, I guess I’d make a side blog for it? BUT
Every now and then I might reblog some suggestive content or something with some partial nudity. Whenever that happens, I’ll tag the post for people who want to avoid that content - typically with these tags!
#cw partial nudity
#cw nudity
#cw suggestive
#cw slightly NSFW
If you don’t want to see them, please go ahead and blacklist these tags! I know most of my followers are here for Sun and Moon content, so I’m giving y’all a way to avoid this stuff. ^^
Do you have a twitter?
yeah i have a twitter, and it's the same username as here, but i uuuuuh barely use it? lol. it doesn't really get updated much;;;; i MIGHT start using it more for sticker stuff tho, so we'll see. i won't STOP you from finding it (it ain't hard) but like, idk why you'd want to atm
Why do you love bees so much?
okay like have you. have you LOOKED at them??? they're just fat little boys. bumbling little lads. they buzz and they collect pollen and make honey and are just wonderful all around. how could i NOT love them. also at this point it's like, My Brand™ lol. I prefer to go by Sinna but you can't forget the bee. LOVE bees. :D
#sinna babbles#FAQ#woooow look at meee making my blog like#organized and stuff???#wild#i'll update this as needed :P
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Ash, you got a long ask earlier that bothered me when I read it. To the anon who wrote that, I am begging you to learn more about this occupation because calling it a “conflict” clearly means you’ve only consumed Western media’s coverage of it.
Saying “it's sooo fucking easy to keep tagging paramore saying that they totally should speak up while what does it ACTUALLY change?? nothing.” is just wrong cause it won’t be nothing.
paramore speaking up and amplifying Palestinian’s voice would not stop this genocide but it will create a much safer community in this fandom for our fellow muslim and Arab friends. There’s a reason why this fandom got more diverse over the years and that’s cause the band made it clear where they stand when talking about racial justice. You can’t deny that the majority of paramore fans get influenced by a lot of the stuff the band shares. I’ve seen fans attend shows from artists that the band recommends, I know fans who bought the same instruments as Taylor and zac and this is the fandom that tolerated and bought expensive ugly merch for a long time cause it had the paramore brand attached to it. Imagine if they share info on how to call congressmen to demand a ceasefire, you don’t think more fans would be more motivated to do it? Imagine if they share a donation link or team up with an organization like they have done in the past. You don’t think it will have an impact?
Saying “I’m so sick of this narrative that paramore created expectations of them ALWAYS speaking up in EVERY injustice or tragic, y'all created this expectation. every activism is a selective activism. they never pretended they were gonna to speak up about everything.” Is just tone-deaf anon, I’m sorry to be blunt but the wording on this is insensitive.
This is the biggest thing happening in the world right now and US citizens specifically are all complicit in this cause their tax dollars are funding the IDF that is massacring innocent civilians. No one is asking them to speak about everything but how are they just gonna ignore a genocide? When the Ukraine war started, they didn’t ignore it, they even wrote a song about it because the coverage was everywhere and you couldn’t ignore it and move on with your life. Now it’s happening again but at a larger scale, Israel has now killed more civilians in Gaza in 30 days than Russia has in its entire war in Ukraine, which began over 600 days ago (this is the number from an NPR article published on nov 6 2023). How are you just gonna ignore this, how’s the band gonna make speeches about taking care of each other when they have ignored Palestinians?
Out of all of the things Palestinians could have asked all of us, they just asked us to spread the word and share the things they posted because they know that the Western media are all on Israel's side. I’m not only mad at paramore, I’m mad at every single artist that was fine with calling out loud loud racist like Trump but now are silent when POTUS is hugging and offering billion of dollars of aid to a dictator and war criminal. Where’s billie eillish and taylor swift too? They were both proud at calling out politicians and now it’s silent too.
Maybe it’s cause I grew up in a colonized country and I see the effects it has on its people every day here and I’m more sensitive to it but how do you look at those numerous videos of Palestinians crying over dead family members and destroyed homes and lands and not have the urge to speak up about the injustice? How do people look at that and just move on
👏👏👏 this this this! thank you for picking it apart cause so much of it bothered me but i just didn't have the energy to go through it.
the last paragraph though, i feel like i'm sensitive to death, especially when it involves children and babies due to losing my baby sister in 2007. watching your own parents go through that pain and then also i was going through it myself, when i see those videos it's extremely heartbreaking because it's like no one cares. these families are losing each other, losing entire bloodlines, and people are somehow able to just keep scrolling without a word? it's different obviously if the content is triggering, but many of us are still able to share other things and use our voices, but outside of that, i have no idea how people can just move on with their day.
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Antis used to make me really mad but honestly now I just think their bullshit is funny, and maybe a little sad. Pitiful even.
Like I saw an anti post where they were like I HATE THIS SHOW. In reference to helluva boss. (I remember it being from lemon-critiques specifically)
That’s it. That’s the post. That’s all they had to say.
All I’m gonna say is watch another show then dumbfuck, not our fault you’re so fucking miserable.
Who knows, maybe antis are secretly masochists. I don’t judge but I have my limits.
But it’s not like they’re harmful to anyone really. I doubt Viv cares what they think, and they stay in their own little circle jerking each other off about how bad she and the show is and blah blah blah. Us fans just keep to our own and only go on defense when someone’s talking shit.
Sure it sucks when they’re spreading their bullshit, but there’s always fans willing to give them the facts, whether or not they LISTEN is another matter entirely, but hey, we try.
Frankly I think it’s pointless to call them out especially when they’re so dead-set on being miserable fucks. Like I never really thought hate watching was a THING until these idiots opened their dumbass mouths.
Like, I could make a hate blog on fucking…I dunno, South Park or Family Guy or something but I don’t DO THAT cuz I respect my time a lot more than that. I could go into detail about why every little thing in either shows is awful but I feel like that would turn me into a miserable fuck(well, more miserable than I already am anyway) and make my life worse.
So thank god I haven’t done that. Antis are lost causes, I’ve decided it’s better to just block them or whatever, cuz Christ it’s annoying when they’re in the main fucking tag.
I also once made a drunk post about how antis suck and all I got out of it was an actual Hazbin fan bitching at me about how I made the fandom look worse or something. I don’t know exactly what they said, as they blocked me before I could read the full thing.
But it’s better that way really. If you can’t handle me then that’s your goddamn problem I guess. As if I made that post for the fandoms sake, I did it for ME. My plan was to have a bunch of antis comment on it (as I put it in the anti hazbin tag, it’s what they get for flooding the regular Hazbin tag) and then they would block ME so I wouldn’t have to see them, but hey, if I can get little bitches from the fandom out of my face too, I consider that a win.
I just don’t have the energy to be nice to people who have no intention on actually changing their mind and spread lies and bullshit about something I like. So kudos to the people who try.
Probably won’t bother tagging this to anything, I don’t want stupid antis swarming me. Nor do I want to clog up the main tag. However, those who follow me…hehehe.😈
But seriously I may come off bitchy a lot and I may be annoying sometimes but I can be nice when I have to be. Social awkwardness aside. It DOES say in my description I rant a lot, whether you heeded that warning is up to discretion.
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Amber hey! Hope this doesn’t bother you but thought of asking… I haven’t been too active in the 1D fandom for a couple of years and sort of came back here after going to Louis concert (I was in Amsterdam by the way, you too?) cause nostalgia killed me after that experience… anyways I am digressing, do I remember correctly that you were friends with Alice (intenselouis)? I noticed she’s not active anymore, if you still talk to her would you pass along the message that she is missed? I was a huge fan of her blog, literally she cracked me up with her wittiness and her objectiveness about everything that was going on at the time in fandom (i.e. literal hell). She also made me read some of the best fics I ever read, for which I’ll be forever grateful. Anyways, I also wanted to say to your tags on the last post… you’re so right, thanks for saying that “out loud”. I think sometimes criticism towards the boys, especially H, is really not an option around here. But damn the boy sometimes says things that… 😩 doesn’t mean I am less of a fan or won’t listen to his music, but he is human hence will make things I won’t like sometimes… no one is perfect, not even them
“i.e. literal hell” ME TOO ANON DMDMDMD ME TOO I feel you
first of all yeah I was at the Amsterdam show as well! were you as emotional about it as I was? because I was in my feelings for a full week about it dndndnd I didn’t know how badly I needed to see him happy on stage until I did, it was amazing. so glad you had a good time!!
also yes absolutely I’m still in touch with Alice, in fact she and Eline were at my place two weeks ago! I’ll pass on the message, I’m sure she’ll love to hear that, and she misses being on here as well but like you said… literal hell, indeed
and yeah, I know. like obviously I love Harry and I’ll never be able to get out, there’s too much history with him that matters so much and too many things he has done for me, but his whole attitude during the pandemic has been bothering me a lot. And every time I think I’m over it he says or does something that reminds me exactly why I was pissed smsmsm and I’m tired of pretending that I’m not, so here we are. I’m glad that struck a cord with you as well though, felt a bit like the bitter aunt in the corner at this point, R I P
#I’m just tired of people with privilege pretending they don’t have that privilege#that’s what it boils down to#messages#anonymous
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