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He didn’t know what was up with his babygirl lately, but she was making his cock ache. Every time he turned around there she was spread out either on the sofa or the living room floor wearing some sort of t-shirt and tight pussy hugging panties. At first it was easy to deal with. A bit of a shock to his cock to see his little girl’s cunt outlined so perfectly in her pretty little panties like that before him, but guilt quickly killed any hard on that would rise up in his lap. But, there was only so much a man could take of having a pretty young girl bouncing around the house in cunt splitting panties. His cock eventually got over being guilty about getting swollen for her. Now it only throbbed to be inside her. Night after night he found himself getting into her hamper, finding her freshly worn panties and sniffing them while he jacked off in his bed. He never cum so hard in his life as he did while having his nose buried in her sweet smelling panties. And she was starting to tease him. He would swear his life on it. He’s see her out of the corner of his eye rubbing on her little panty covered pussy while she sat on the sofa. God how many times had he seen her do that. The one that got him the most was walking in to the living room and finding her on the floor, humping her little pussy into her hand. He should have turned and walked right out of the room but he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to the sight of her fingers digging into the crotch of her panties, splitting those small lips apart as she wiggled her hips and humped her hand. The sound of her little whimpers had his cock leaking and nearly shooting cum in his pants. That night after seeing her like that he was on his way to her bathroom, desperate to find that pair of panties. He never made it. As he neared her bedroom door, hear heard that sweet whimpering sound that she had made earlier that afternoon and stopped to listen. When she moaned his name that changed everything for him. He quietly pushed the door open and found her laying on her bed, naked from the waist down on her belly. Her small fingers rubbing around her clit and dipping into her glistening wet hole as her hips gyrated. He had to mount her. He pulled his clothes off and stepped up to the bed, his hand around his cock as he jerked with aching lust. He felt like an animal smelling a bitch in heat as his babygirl’s wet cunt scent hit his nose and filled his lungs. “Daddy’s here, babygirl.” She froze. Her head whipped around and her fingers froze inside her little cunt as she stared at him. “Daddy!” He reached out and grabbed her by the hips, dragging her toward him and the edge of the bed. “Daddy, Daddy what are you doing?” She cried out as her hands grabbed ahold of the covers on her bed in an useless attempt at trying to stop him from pulling her down the bed. He moaned as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight lips of his babygirl’s cunt. “Sweet… wet… pussy.” he mumbled as he rubbed his cock over and over on her bald pussy lips. “Daddy is gonna give you… mmm… what you’ve been… teasing me… for.” He lined up the head of his cock with her hole and started pushing, digging his fingers into her hips as the head spread her open and started to disappear. “Ahhh… Daa… Daddy I wasn't… Daddyyyy!” Her legs kicked out on either side of his as he speared his babygirl’s virgin little cunt with the thickness of his cock. Once, twice, three times it took before he was finally able to get her little cunt down the complete length of his fuck meat. Each of her squealing cries making his cock even harder inside her clasping hole. He reached under her, found her clit and teased it, moaning as it made her little pussy grab at his cock. “Suck Daddy’s fuck meat with that little cunt.” He started moving slowly inside her, breaking the tight suction of her hole around the thickness of his cock. Her cries slowly turned into whimpers and moans as he moved faster, working his cock completely in and out of her little cunt. He dug his fingers once more into her hips, pulling her into his thrust. His gut ached as his cock moved inside his babygirl’s little hole. It was so good, so tight. The way it was making obscene slurping, sucking sounds up and down his shaft was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his own babygirl. Her little hole was going to make him cum. He couldn’t stop himself as he felt his cock growing thicker. His babygirl was crying out as her little cunt started to cum around his rutting cock and he didn’t care. His hips kept slapping against her young body. The smell of her sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him keep pumping harder and harder, driving him to keep fucking faster. To put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into his little girl’s cunt, to push as far up into her belly as he could get and breed her little hole with his potent seed. When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside her sucking walls, milking the incestuous seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed her. And still he kept hammering her little cunt. All those days and nights of seeing bouncing around the house, teasing him with those panties, smelling them and jacking off to the smell of them filled his mind and his gut with the desperate drive to keep fucking her hole even as his cock started to soften inside her and slip free from her sucking grip. Even then his hips wouldn’t stop moving. He fell on top of her, trapping her beneath him in her bed. His slimy cock sliding against her ass as he continued to hump her. The ache in his gut for his babygirl driving his body to keep thrusting against her skin. “Daddy… Daddy can’t stop.” He moaned into her neck, his hand reaching between her legs and his fingers pushing into her cum filled hole “Ohhh god, Daddy,” she moaned, fucking herself on his fingers. “You want it… you want Daddy’s cock… in your little hole,” She whimpered as she strained underneath him, her hips lifting as she tried to get his fingers deeper into her hungry hole. “Yessss… want your cock… in me… Daddy.” Heat surged into his cock and lengthen. With a growl he flipped his babygirl over, spreading her legs wide and driving his meat into her cum dripping hole until her cunt was smashed around the base of his shaft pulling a scream from his little girl. “Gonna breed you… gonna breed you hard,” he growled as he rode her harder and harder, pounding down on his babygirl’s swollen cunt until she started contracting around his cock. Urgent need found him reaching under her, sinking his hands into her tight ass and pulling her faster and faster up into his speeding thrust. He’d never been so horny, so desperate, so hungry to fuck a cunt… to breed a cunt in his life as he was right then. He roared as the first rope of seed shot out of his cock. He jammed her cunt down hard onto the root of him and felt the next throb of cum fire against her womb. Again and again he stabbed his meat into her, forcing her womb against the cum shooting head as the urge to breed rose him so hard for his babygirl. He fell asleep between her thighs to the feeling of her little cunt sucking on his throbbing meat. And when he woke, it was to the feel of her little cunt still sucking on his throbbing meat as she sat on top of him riding his swollen cock.

Oh. My. GOD.

Lolo, you creative genius. This was so damn good I can't even think right now. The suspense. The way you drew that character. The way you had my heart pounding not even a paragraph in. All of this was beautiful and downright the epitome of what horror should be.

You write in a way that moves people. It's gravitating even though this is only the first piece of yours that I've read but wow. I wish I could hand you a metal but I can't, so I hope that me practically screaming at how good you write suffices.

Thank you for sharing this with us. It's so so good and my heart is still pounding. My fingers are still shaking a bit, and my mind just can't let go of that last imagery...the last few words. Everything that you wrote was golden. More than golden and so beautifully tragic and unsettling. So thank you again for making me love this piece so much. I'll forever be on the lookout for when you post another. I'm sending you all of my love💕💕💕

Horror Prompt

You look at your baby monitor in the middle of the night and see yourself standing over your baby’s crib.

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I broke the damned thing. It was the only logical explanation for what you witnessed on the tiny screen before you. Somehow, the machine was replaying the moment you went to check on the baby. Anxiety struck when she didn’t wake around 10:00pm as usual, and by 1:00am you panicked. You obliged that something within you, ordering you out of bed in the middle of the night to make sure she was still breathing. Yes, you convinced yourself, as you waited for the events to unfold as you recalled them; you reaching into the crib to place a hand on her back as it swelled and settled again, then lowering her blanket just enough to hug right above her chubby legs. That’s it. This is just a recording. No, you realized, that wasn’t it. The way your legs now stood fixed to the ground, your breath trapped in your chest. You knew with unquestionable confidence that that wasn’t it.

As you peered at the baby monitor, unable to move, unable to glance away, the person in the image, you, turned towards the camera and a grotesque grin swept across its face, your face. The grin kept expanding, snaking upward far passed any natural smile would go, until you swore the corners of its lips kissed its ears. A hand raised at its side and four bony fingers waved at you. The way they moved, as if in tremendous strain, almost caused you to miss that it had no thumb. You had mistaken this figure for you, but as you followed its actions further, you realized not only was there no way this creature was you, there was no way it was even human. As its fingers drifted into one giant mass, the arms spread along its sides, growing into two long appendages that slithered without purpose at its sides. It moved towards the camera in abrupt, uneven movements with knees bending outward on the sides of its legs. Its toes sank into the floor as it scraped across the hardwood. What the fuck was this thing? You wanted to wipe your eyes, to make the image go away, but you couldn’t. Fear still had control of you.

As if on cue, a high-pitched howl escaped the crib, breaking you from the temporary trance. You watched as the creature straightened up and turned its head in the crib’s direction. “No!” You screamed, regaining control of your movement as you ran out of your bedroom and towards the nursery. You had no plan. All you knew was that you would not let that thing have your baby. You entered the room, exploding through the door, expecting to meet the creature on the baby monitor seconds before. Only, it wasn’t there. There was no monster, just an empty room. Unopened boxes sat in the far corner still taped up, a half-built shelf hugged the wall underneath the room’s sole window, and five cans of salmon paint sat in the center… where the crib had been.

This made little sense. Were you still sleeping? Yes, that was it. Even before you saw the pacifier laying under the shadow of the shelf, you felt that that wasn’t it, and after you noticed the pacifier you knew that wasn’t it. Your feet guided you to the pacifier and as you knelt down to pick it up, something warm dripped onto your shoulder, and even though you felt you shouldn’t look up, you did. You wished you hadn’t. You wished to God you hadn’t…

Levi Ackerman in season 3

오랜만이야 [It's been a while]

I haven't published anything BTS-related lately, and this may or may not be your cup of tea, but since it has been a year since I published my work I pasted below, I thought it would be nice to share it to this community as well. And for the fun of it, I might pull an excerpt as a plot for a BTS fic. Hehe.

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I. CATHARSIS

If I could go back to a certain memory that we shared, it would be the quiet afternoon in your room. You had your eyes closed, and I was staring at you. Softly, I trailed my index finger on your nose and whispered, “I’m so in love with you,” and then you opened your eyes.

It wasn’t that I was trying to mimic a scene from a movie or emulate a page from a book, or perhaps I was, but also, in that very moment, it was when I meant it the most. I loved you the most, then.

—

Rainy days remind me of you.

Before you, rainy days remind me of my black boots and purposely jumping on puddles—I liked that my feet are safe from getting wet and cold. Rainy days make me relive the memory of rushing home, trying to outrun the rain, only to arrive with cold beaded sweats on my back.

I used to love rainy days during dry season. My mornings would start with blue skies and, come afternoon, they turn to grey clouds.

But now, I’m reminded of you. Altering my carefree memories in the rain with uncomfortable damp sneakers trudging on carpeted cinema floors. My joyful runs in the rain are now shared hesitant steps with you on slippery sidewalks.

It was rainy when I took you to this tiny coffee house I liked. You had too much coffee and I had too little words. To me, it was comfortable, warm, and we were sheltered from the storm.

Though I thought you put too much sugar in your coffee, I went home thinking that having you around wouldn’t be so bad. But while I had no doubt in my mind, you admitted yours were distraught. You didn’t like the silence, so you spent minutes thinking of something to say.

For some reason, it always rained when we shared good days. But it was the sunniest on the bad days.

—

I just wanted you to know that I loved you then and meant it. But I know now that I was in love with the idea of the relationship with you.

Yet I still don’t know why I spent days and nights crying over you. And that it was you who I missed and resented for leaving.

—

There’s a running slideshow of you in my mind. They’re strings of muted clips and images of who I thought you were — the person I met and saw throughout the relationship. Most days, the memories are blurred, even unrecognizable, that it slips past my consciousness. On rare days, it consumes me. It turns to a montage of a lost loved; a friend. The pieces run on fast-paced slides, but each frame remains as vivid and clear as the day it happened as if I were in that moment all over again.

—

Some days I really really miss you, but I remember how it felt being with you. I remember the desperation of wanting you to do things, the agony of waiting for words to come out of your insanely fucking thin lips.

I remember my patience running thin as I tell myself to wait a little bit more. To hold on to this love because it’s real. It may be real. Isn’t he real? So, I hold it out and allow myself to make room for you.

But you never even took me in.

Earnestly, fuck you.

—

I’m unearthing every single thing you told me. Lie or not. I don’t want to keep them anymore.

II. AFTER THE STORM

When confronted by the things, even the little things, that used to mean something to you, it’s like being dragged back to feel the pain of losing it again. That’s not even fair, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we be reminded of how good it felt to be in that moment instead of feeling the weight of losing it?

Why can’t we remember the great times and feel all the butterflies again? Why am I tormented by the heartache and bittersweet tears? Why does it feel this way? How can something that was once so great turn into the worst moment of my life that causes me discomfort?

—

Grasping at every ounce of genuine happiness I was allowed to feel; convincing myself that whatever weight that drags my heart has nothing to do with you. This is not a heartache. I have cried all there was. This longing has nothing to do with your hands no longer mine to reach. I am now fine, healed, and have moved on.

—

Hoping this surge of happiness will last and stay even on days I might remember a memory of you.

—

The only lingering fear I have is to no longer having the ability to feel the way I felt about you to anyone. And that scares me. So, I force myself to feel anything just to know.

I need to prove that I can learn how to adore the little things about someone again. And to re-learn is to want to make memories happen, allow myself to feel, and regain what I had lost. So, that is what I do now.

—

This is the girl I lost.

The girl who constantly wondered about everything — curious of everything and everyone around her, smiled at the tiniest gestures of love and kindness. The girl who always had overflowing affection from her heart — free to give to anyone. The girl who found love in everything she did and found contentment and expressed her gratitude in even the most mundane things.

I lost her when I tried so hard to fill the empty parts of you that were once taken, never requited; forgetting that I am capable of running out too.

—

When we’ve been hurt, we feel like we’ve been wronged. We start to spite those who hurt us, but more often than not, we forget that maybe, they are in pain too.

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This. I want to keep this. For so many nights, I have prayed to the gods for a lighter heart before I sleep. I have been desperately grasping at false happiness and temporary pleasures to forget how pained I am.

For many days and nights now, my heart feels light, even at the reminder of you.

—

It’s somewhat strange to know all these little facts about you and your family, and yet, when I see you, I assume I’ll be greeting you no more than an acquaintance — a shallow familiarity shared.

It's been a while since I've listened to 5sos and now my current obsession is Lover of Mine—the lyric Kaleidoscope mind/Gets in the way/Hope and I pray/Darling, that you will stay, fucking pure poetry; the piano at the end, good god I've finally ascended. A fic idea is born—to write or not to write

Had a random thought while I was checking out blogs that have followed my side blogs to see what cool things they have that I may be interested in.

The structure of tumblr not letting you see the followers of a blog but rather who a blog follows (if they've enabled it) is so underrated.

It's not about the follower counts or winning the race but more 'you found something cool? I want in!'

I'm reminded of the lyrics of a Fall Out Boy song. (Not an uncommon occurrence of my youth but definitely less frequent nowadays - although have you listened to the album So Much for Stardust?? It's so good!)

Anyway... here's what I'm talking about:

This absolutely gets my little ace heart happy. I can't tell you how often allos imply my way of life is meaningless but just because I experience life a different way doesn't make it any less valuable.

...this got too deep for a post that was meant to compliment tumblr. Here's a Spotify link for the song:

so finally you decided to post 🥹

—In the end, promises are just words.

Genre: angst, lover's death.

♫: lovely- Billie Eilish, it's ok- Tom Rosenthal, when the party's over- Billie Eilish, where's my love?- SYML

an: first time posting and it took me very long to convince myself. Thanks to @kthyg for proofreading and helping me out <33

READER’S POV-

Promise.

A small word in the vast world of literature yet it held so much meaning. People gave promises here and there on a daily basis. For some people, it held a lot of meaning, and for some people, they were just words, no meaning whatsoever.

Insignificant.

It intrigued me how one could make promises, give you hopes, and make you feel things that you’ve never felt before and then just vanished into thin air. They could make you feel like you own the world; the world was in the palm of your hand, and a few moments later, everything crumbled. 

If only the world worked differently today. The concept of life and death worked differently. They were divergent respectively. The living and the dead occupied each to their own realm. The living stayed on Earth and the dead entered the hereafter. If the dead and the living shared the same realm, maybe then, I wouldn’t be here standing in front of you with nothing but broken promises.

“You promised that you’d be there whenever I fall,” whispering slowly, I sat down on the ground, beside you. Looking down at my lap where my fingers were playing with the hem of my dress.

FLASHBACK—

“Are you okay?” He gave her his hand and she held it, standing up from the ground and dusting her summer dress. She winced while rubbing her arm which had a small scratch on it now because of falling from her cycle. Luckily she brought her hands in front of her before smacking her face on the ground so it was just her arms that got bruised. 

“Stop laughing!” She hit his arm lightly when he let out a laugh. “I told you I’m not good at cycling…”

He tried to stifle a laugh and nodded. “Alright I won’t laugh. Let’s sit here for some time,” he said. He sat down on the ground, stretching his arms as he pulled her down with him. He turned to the side and laid his head in her lap, bringing her hand to his hair. Soft sighs left his mouth when she massaged his scalp with her finger tips, running her hand in his hair; playing with his soft locks.

It was evening when they both had decided to go cycling in the park even though she had protested but eventually agreed. It wasn’t crowded, just some people doing their daily walk; walking their pets and few couples spending time together just like these two. 

He had his eyes closed as he was leaning into her touch while she admired his face. He looked at peace.

Peaceful.

She moved a few strands of his hair from his forehead and gave a soft peck. A smile formed on his lips. They both were just enjoying each other’s company even though no one was talking; the silence was comfortable. 

“You’re so pretty,” she couldn’t help but compliment him. He opened his eyes and let out a small laugh before pulling her down by her neck to capture her lips in a kiss; that was his way of responding to her compliments. 

“Let’s continue our cycle date.”

“What if I fall again? My arm already hurts,” she hissed at the thought of her paining arm.

“You won’t babe, c’mon,” he stood up, pulling her with him. All her whines falling on deaf ears. 

“If I fall again, I won’t spare you,” she glared at him to which he gave her a quick peck, not bothered by her threat at all.

“I promise I’ll be there when you fall.”

FLASHBACK ENDS—

“You promised that you’ll stand by me forever,” I could feel the wobble of my chin. I was reliving every single promise. 

What I would sacrifice to have you wrapped around me right now, to hear ‘I love you’ with that melodious voice of yours as you breathe love in me, to begin my day with the glimpse of your face and ending my day while resting in your hold.

But not every wish comes true.

I should’ve kissed you more deeply and injected myself inside you deeper, so maybe—just maybe, we both would be together and not in different worlds of this universe. I should've embraced you more closely and gotten my soul attached to yours so maybe— just maybe, yours would've taken mine too.

But you're alone on this peaceful journey.

I should've adored you longer than needed, but regrets; they play a special role in my misery, right?

FLASHBACK—

He saw her pacing from here to there in the room with her notes in her hand from his peripheral vision and took off his headphones, placing them on desk. Known to the reason for her worried state, he stopped her by taking her wrist in a gentle hold. He was always gentle with her. Always making sure to not hurt her in any way. It was safe to say they both treasured each other.

“Relax angel, take a break” she shook her head at his statement and took his hand off her wrist before continuing her pacing. He knew she was on the verge of breakdown, it’s been like that for a few days as her finals were coming up.

He could always read her like an open book. He was her safe place, her home. Always Knew the right words to say to put her at ease, always there when she needed someone to hold her and right now that’s what she exactly wanted.

He sat on bed and pulled her on his lap, taking her notes from her hand and putting them away. “But I have—” 

“A break. You have to take a break.” he saw how her eyes welled up but she was determined to hold them back. He always admired how she could handle her emotions with such ease but he knew she would let him see her vulnerable. “You have been overworking yourself. How will you give exams if you’ll exhaust yourself, hm?” He was gentle even with his words that made her break loose. She buried her face in his neck and he could feel her tears. He just let her stay like that and caressed her back.

“Look at me baby.” he caressed her hair and she pulled away from his neck still letting her tears fall. He wiped her tear stained cheeks and smiled once she looked up at him.

“I know but,” she started in almost a whisper “I don’t know anything. I feel like I forgot everything that I revised and—” she was cut off by her own sob now crying loudly “and– and I just– ``I don't know.” she buried her face in his chest and cried. She was clearly stressed out and he knew it. 

He caressed her waist and let her cry till she was satisfied. Affirming comforting words in her ear from time to time, 

“You’re doing great angel. I’m proud of you no matter what.”

“I believe in you baby, you can do this.”

“I’m here for you love, you got this yeah?”

When her cries died down, she pulled away. She felt safe in his arms. He always managed to comfort her and she could never think of losing him. She didn’t know what she would do without him and she never wanted to know.

“Do you promise?” she looked him in his eyes and he pecked her forehead before replying,

“I promise I’ll stand by you forever angel.”

FLASHBACK ENDS—

I never wanted to know but it was you who wanted me to know what I’ll do without you and look at me, here I am; losing my sanity just for you. Losing myself just to see you again but I'm helpless.

And you know helplessness kills you. 

It kills me everyday and leaves me on the edge but not to the extent of letting me fly to you. It sucks the life out of me only to shove it back in forcefully as a reminder that there's no way to you now. No way to reach out for you and clutch on your hand just for even a second.

“You promised to never let anyone hurt me.” salty tears made their way down my cheeks, finally letting loose. The fear, the pain, the ache; all of them were sitting heavy on my chest, suffocating me. We had our future laid down in front of our eyes whenever we talked about it but why are you not in the picture anymore.

Why couldn't you stay with me?

FLASHBACK—

“Babe—” she was cut off by his stern glare.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He was clearly mad at her. He pressed the cotton on her knuckles and heard her hissing and wincing in pain. 

“There was nothing to tell. These fights were getting regular and I thought—”

“You thought what huh? That you should go and smash your hand in a fucking mirror?!” she was again cut off by his loud voice. She got in a fight with some girls and while aiming for a punch in some girls’ face her hand instead got smashed in a mirror behind the girl ‘cause she moved aside. His anger was reasonable but she knew how to defend herself.

“Listen to me first! I was going to punch her but she moved aside and ran away! And I don’t need you to fight for me.” she explained with a frown on her face as she never liked to argue. He was also the one to not argue but this was him being worried for her. 

He cared for her and seeing her love’s hand covered with blood made him mad, not at her; at himself. Only if he knew, he would’ve stopped her before reaching this point but he was called by his professor. 

Bringing her bruised knuckle to his lips he left a peck on it and caressed it slowly, careful to not hurt her more. “I’m sorry angel,” he started and gently pulled her closer by her waist. “I know you can stand up for yourself but seeing you hurt made me worried sick.” he finished and caressed her face with one hand, the other still on her waist. 

She smiled softly at her caring gestures “I’ll be careful next time.”

“There’s no next time.” he was quick to respond.

She laughed and nodded before joining their foreheads, caressing his face with one hand and bruising one placed on his chest. He captured her lips in a gentle kiss and she responded almost immediately. All his worries left his body and he relaxed in her touch. He always did. He never left any occasion to kiss her and would always say ‘you’re so addictive’. 

Pulling away from each other he lastly left a peck on her forehead. 

“I love you.” she whispered and almost immediately heard him replying back “I love you more. You’re my precious treasure.” he whispered just for her to hear.

“And I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

FLASHBACK ENDS—

Treasure. 

You treasured me, held me whenever late nights hovered above us as If with the moon I’ll disappear behind the clouds too, just for you to make it come true. But I still treasure you, me, and the you in me. I can feel your presence here with me. Your scent; that still lingers in your belongings, in me. Every recording of your voice, of us together; in a half drunk state with slurry voices echoes in your studio whenever I step in. Memories captured in photographs and videos keep on playing on my phone as the screen gets blurry yet I play it on loop. But still, despite everything you left behind with me, the one I need the most to stay sane; you. 

You’re not here.

I’m going to pieces and yet again you are the only one to see me vulnerable but here and now, it’s different; you’re not comforting me, you’re not embracing me, you’re doing nothing. You’re just lying down there covered in a blanket of flowers having your eternal sleep.

You loved me just to break me.

“At last you broke them,” my voice came out in a whisper as a single tear rolled down my cheek, many following suit. A lump formed in my throat and it felt so heavy to even cry. It felt so fucking painful. “You broke each one of them.” they shattered similarly to how a glass does when it’s slipped past a loose grasp. You lost your grasp on our promises too and left me to pick every single piece as it pricks my skin. Unaware of what to do with myself but you’re so still.

So at peace.

You promised you’ll be there when I’ll fall so where are you when I’m falling apart. Why are you lying here instead of standing by me, holding my hand and reassuring me that you’ll be there as I stride forward in my life. Why are you hurting me when you promised to not let anyone hurt me. But you know, I’m willing to take any kind of hurt as long as you come back in my arms, as long as you are in front of my eyes, as long as I’m sure you’re out there somewhere in this world, with me. 

In this crowded world I find myself alone. I just want you to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay, that you’re just taking a nap because you are exhausted from overworking, that If I call you; you’ll pick up and tell me about your day and how much you love me. 

Please come back, come back to me. Even as a shadow or as a dream.

Your warm embrace is gone, snatched from me. My ears are deprived of that angelic voice calling me ‘angel’ again. The feeling of your soft lips against mine, your hand in mine, your love-filled eyes, all those soft spoken words, and my home.

Everything is taken away from my grasp. My home is taken away from me and I can do nothing but grieve.

I cried, weeped and grieved. That’s all I can do; mourning that half part of me.

I cried till my eyes went dry, I cried till I had no strength in me for even breaking down, I cried till my world crashed wholly. But it all goes to vain, it’s futile to wail. Can it bring you back? If yes then I’ll grieve the same way nature did when it took you in its arms. Took you from me.

They say the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained. It aches me knowing that I will never see you again. It hurts me in places that I never knew I had. A life without you sounds suffocating. I thought we had enough time but guess time wasn’t in our favour.

All the moments we spent together are just memories playing like a broken record in the back of my head and it’s on repeat, it never stopped. I’m left with our memories that are kept safely within me, laughing and enjoying life as if mocking me. I’m left with your audio recordings that you made for me, maybe you knew what the future had planned for us. I’m left with nothing but broken promises. 

Now I understand those poets who grieve via ink on paper. I relate to a lot of quotes lately. When they say-

Our time together was never enough, but we’ll love again; in a place where time doesn’t exist. 

“I miss you baby, come back please.”

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Watching RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE ITS AMAZING!! 🤭

there's been this block in my head for weeks and reading this list really helped with getting things flowing again. i'm sending the best of my wishes to all of us out there writing something up or at least trying. good luck to my fellow writers! 🔥

50 tips for (fanfic) writing

have fun

write whatever is interesting to you, even if it won’t be interesting to anyone else

appreciate kudos when they come, but don’t expect them

appreciate comments when they come, but don’t expect them

if you wish you could just write that one scene you have in your head, do that. you don’t need to create a 30K backstory for it first.

embrace one shots

embrace drabbles

embrace writing your story out of order

rough drafts are meant to be rough. if you can’t think of a word, put in a placeholder for it and keep going. 

try not to get stuck on the little things

it’s okay if your readers can’t see the picture inside of your head

some people work well when they have a posting schedule. some people work well when they don’t. it’s okay if you don’t know which kind of person you are, and it’s okay if the type of person you are changes over time.

if a rule you created for yourself isn’t working for you, get rid of that rule.

make fandom friends. even if they don’t read your fic, they’ll cheer you on while you write it.

cheer on other writers you know. you’ll be cheering yourself at the same time.

no trope or genre is better or worse than another one. they all just appeal to different audiences.

quality and popularity are not the same thing, although they do sometimes overlap

numbers and statistics will never tell you whether or not you’re a good writer. they will never tell you how valuable you are as a person. 

you belong in fandom if you want to be there

you’re a writer as soon as you start writing things

writing and posting are two different things. your story is still worth writing, even if you never plan to share it

you don’t need to apologize for what you write or what you post. 

don’t worry about taking up too much space. the internet doesn’t have a maximum size. 

keep your readers in mind when you’re tagging your content. how could they search for your fic? if you use a tag, will be a reader who loves that tag be satisfied with how much it appears in your story?

if you have a relationship in your fic that plays a minor role, tag it in the Additional Tags section instead of the Relationship section so that people who love that ship don’t get their hopes up

be cautious when looking at bookmarks on your fic. they aren’t “extra comments.” that’s a space where readers make notes for themselves and each other, not for authors. 

you don’t need to know everything about canon before you start writing fic

you don’t need to read fic in the same fandoms you write for

you don’t need to read fic at all in order to write it

love your work because sometimes you’re the only one who will - and that’s okay

if your hobby starts feeling like a job, you might need to take a break before you get burnt out

if you get stuck on a story, you can always start a new one

if you fall out of love with a story, you can always stop writing it. if you’re worried about your readers, you can always give them a bullet point summary of where you were planning to go with thing. for a lot of people, that’s satisfying and provides closure

if you get hate, report it

use the tools at your disposal to block hate before it can come in (limiting or turning off comments, limiting or turning off asks, blocking users, etc)

try replying to comments sometimes. it can be a lovely way to make fandom friends

don’t be afraid to reblog your own writing posts.

if you get stuck on your summary, just write 1) who the story is about 2) what they are doing and 3) what problem gets in their way

notice when your writing makes you smile. that moment is a gift. enjoy it.

notice when your writing makes you cry. that moment is a gift, too.

even if you’re disappointed in how your story turned out, there’s something in there that’s fantastic. find that thing and focus on it and feel proud.

some ideas are ones you want to write. some are ones you want to read. if you ever have too many ideas to deal with at once, give some of the latter ones away to someone else. 

sometimes the things you write will be really personal. be careful about putting them where other people can comment. they won’t know how personal it is for you, and you need to remember that comments aren’t about you, they’re about the story.

remember that you can write series as well as stories. if the story is done but you still have passion or ideas, start a new one in the same universe.

enjoy the satisfaction of finishing a story. savour it. bask in it a little while.

don’t feel guilty about abandoning a story. not every story gets finished, and that’s okay

you can have separate accounts for different fandoms. you can have one account with a million fandoms in it. do whatever works for you.

sometimes writing is more important than sleep - but only sometimes

it doesn’t matter if that story has been written before by someone else. it doesn’t matter if it was written by you. write it again.

only follow the advice that makes sense to you. the rest isn’t important.

for some reason there's this one point in life where we just reach this low. where we feel guilty for asking for these simple little things we deserve, things that we should have been given in the first place. this reblog goes out to everyone who's going through it right now, i hope this reaches your timeline.

i'm lowkey kinda guily cause i'm only reblogging this now since i've been using it as supplementary for my lack of creativity for actual MONTHS! anyways its here now, thank you for compiling these pretty words. i used them for my twitter users, and im still using 'luv' for my private @helluvthot (please dont send requests!) thanks again!

✧ words ideas to create usernames ✧

soft

luv

tiny

shy

baby

bot

web

cat

cute

amour

blush

art

coffee

caffe

cosmic

petit

place

poem

pallet

zone

refuge

blog

culture

color

cupid

feels

lips

palete

safe

gloss

shine

angel

messy

lovely

cheeks

stuff

dimple

kitty

nature

sun

sky

moon

solar

star

skies

vanilla

cherry

cloud

rain

storm

sunny

moonlight

sunrise

berry

dark

fair

cry

maze

soul

liar

vodka

pain

hurt

tear

hell

goth

evil

devil

mess

skull

scar

death

phobia

insomnia

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this isn't gonna be very convincing given the fact that i just restarted my blog but the stuff on this list actually works! most of these were applied to my older blog and i think that's what really helped it grow to what it was till i deactivated 😭 this is a real one you guys, give it a try!

writing blog 101

First things first, what do you want to write about! You can build your writing blog around anything and everything - it’s fun to decorate your blog around your subject, so take your time!

Below are a few components of a writing blog! Each category can be done on one post or multiple (it just depends on your style!) 

Pinned Post, what should be on it?

A Hello/Welcome

Short Bio

Fandom(s) (genshin impact, re-zero, demon slayer, etc) 

Rules / Requests

Anthology/Master list (to be made later)

Outside links (Kofi, A03, Twitter etc.) 

Extra: images / banners / emotes!

Rules

Make your rules clear and to the point (tell people what you will write and anything outside of that you won’t)

Characters you will / wont write for 

Genres (fluff/angst/etc)

SWF/NSF-W focus

what topics you will not write for -> these should be very specific, the more clear you make it the better readers will know what is outside of your comfort zone 

If you get a request you don’t like, or can’t write, answer it and let them know! Sometimes we get excited and forget to check something before sending it in. Sometimes we don’t think our request is uncomfortable - everyone is different (it’s okay to let people know you aren’t open to writing this or that - you show them respect and they will show it back to you 🙌)

Anthology/Master List

Create this early! You want a place to keep all the works you create so people can find them! (note that tumblr limits hyperlinks on a single post to 100*)

Organization is different per person, i organize mine by: Genre, Series, Character 

AND -> link to it on all your works to increase traffic

helpful link -> creating an anthology/master list

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How to increase interactions 

talk with your followers 

run events on your page (make sure those rules are clear and posted - I recommend that you post the rules to every answered event ask so people can find it easier) 

react to replies 

have fun & be kind

Note: you might not be able to answer every ask you get, take your time, let people know if you need a minute and turn off asks if you need to!

How to increase notes / reblogs

Self-reblog your works

Make sure your tags are consistent 

post regularly (at least once a day, post something!) 

Note that new blogs may take a few days to show up on tags - your stuff is out there, Tumblr just wants to make sure you aren’t a bot*

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Take breaks!! // Have fun!! 

I hope this helps and I wish you luck in whatever you decide!

i always dreamt about it as a kid but put it aside when i was around 15 cause "that's so unlikely!" but now that i'm legal these little dreams just keep coming back cause this stuff actually exists in real life! and i can't help but want to sit and wait.. see if it happens if you know what i mean?? to the hopeless romantics, i raise a toast. cheers! 🍻

“I want that “Have you seen the way he looks at her?” kind of love.”

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𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹  for Singles Magazine   [Feb 2022]    B cut No.2

Congratulations PARASITE / 기생충 (2019) dir. BONG JOON-HO on 6 nominations and winning 4 Academy Awards at the 92st Annual Academy Awards!

Best Original Screenplay · Bong Joon-ho, Han Jin-won (winner)

Best Picture · Bong Joon-ho, Kwak Sin-ae (winner)

Best Director · Bong Joon-ho (winner)

Best Foreign Language Film (winner)

Best Production Design · Lee Ha-Jun, Won-Woo Cho (nominee)

Best Film Editing · Yang Jin-mo (nominee)

Congratulations to Parasite on winning 4 Academy Awards including Best Picture!