I'm Working On Something Right Now That Will Probably Be A Multichapter Fic, Buut I Was Just Wondering

^^Sorry but I don't fw that shit either.

i’ve been hearing a lot of talk about it and i just wanted to clarify bc i never made a dni (but that fact will change soon ;-;-;-;-;)

tw: proshipper bullshit (if you can’t read it bc of triggers i’m just asking any proshippers to unfollow if there are any)

please dni if you’re a proshipper/anti-anti (/ _ ; )

if you need a reason, it’s because the excuse of it being for trauma is bullshit; if that were really the case, you’d keep it private (even then, it’s still fucked up). i don’t want people on my blog who support inc-stual and/or p-dophilic relationships. fictional or not, that shit is nasty.

i’m aware that there are bigger issues to be worried about, i’m not stupid, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t one at all. i didn’t even know about the term until i made my tumblr, honestly, and i couldn’t believe that there are actually people out there who partake in this shit — get away from me

i’m sorry if i’m being rude, or if i’m not as happy as i usually am, i’m just really on edge right now with the accounts being brought up now along with the other that was being talked about the other day i jehandndbahhf

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Mystic Mesenger

Angst: 🖤

Fluff: ☁

Potentially triggering: ⚠️

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707/Saeyoung Choi~

Reacting to MC SHing ⚠️☁

Love is a Fragile Dance - Song Fic 🖤⚠️

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I feel like the same thing goes for Nagito, but the other way around. Kinda

Like how is he ripped?? He's sick, how would he have the energy to actually workout often enough to have/maintain abs?

I think people forget some parts of the character's backstories to make them look/act a certain way, sometimes

HOW DOES THIS FUCKIBF TWINL HAVE ABS???? EXCUS3 M3??? WHAT YHE FUCK?????HOW DID HE GO FROM THIS

TO THAT

TW Saeyoung walking in on you c//ting

~Post type: Short story~

Author’s Note: Please be safe, this story includes mentions of Self Harm, blood and possible depression.

Please do not read if any of those topics are upsetting or triggering <3

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You promised yourself you wouldn't do this anymore

You promised. But yet, you couldn't stop yourself. One moment you were brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed and the next you were reaching into the all too familiar tin in the back of the bathroom cabinet. You stopped yourself for a second; what would you say if anyone saw you right now? They'd probably ask you why. 

Why? You didn't know. It was just.. Something you did sometimes. You just needed the slicing pain to know you could still feel pain. Almost as if you needed to remember there wasn't just happiness in life. But no, that wasn't it. It was because you felt deep down that you didn't deserve the happiness. You took out one of the thin razor blades and placed it against your thigh, just high enough to be unnoticeable unless you were naked. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and sliced. You hissed and went in again, slightly higher this time. Two was enough, you told yourself. You rinsed the blade and placed it back in the tin, tucking it away back in the cabinet. Just as you were grabbing a cloth to clean up the thin lines, now with beads of blood popping up and trailing down, you heard a knock at the door. "Honey, you've been in there for a while," You heard Saeyoung say through the bathroom door. "Are you getting dressed all nice just to sleep? Or did you have something else in mind?" He was teasing. "Oh, um no I-I'm okay. I'm just... Cleaning up." You stammered, trying to stop the bleeding, but the beads kept returning. "...I'm going to come in, is that okay?" He said, a serious tone in his voice. "Um, just-" You tried to say, holding the cloth under cold water, trying to wash off the blood and use the cold to stop the bleeding. You looked over at the door, noticing you forgot to lock it. Just as you were about to reach for the knob, the door slowly swung open. Guiltily, you pulled up your pajama bottoms and held the cloth behind your back. "Hi." You said, cheeks flushed and hands behind your back. You were sure you looked guilty, but you still tried to act normal. "Honey, what happened? Are you okay?" He said, cupping a warm hand against your cheek. "Um I..." You started. He kissed your forehead, and seemed to spot the cloth behind your back. "MC," He said, gently reaching for the cloth. He rarely ever called you by your name, only reserved for serious conversations. You didn't fight him, and handed it over. "What happened?" He was calm, but you could tell in his eyes that he was worried. "I... I'm sorry." Was all you could muster. You started tearing up. "I'm so sorry, Sae." "Hey. Come here." He wrapped you in a hug. You laid your head on his chest and could hear his heart drumming away in his chest while his shirt was getting more and more wet with your tears. He tossed the cloth in the sink and held you, both tightly and gently. "I'm sorry. I wasn't going to do it, but it was habit, and- And I just wasn't strong enough not to. I'm so sorry." You sobbed, grabbing the back of his shirt. He could figure it out from your ramblings what had happened. "It's okay honey, you're okay." He stroked your hair, and slightly rocked side to side, holding you close. "Do you need to be cleaned up?" "I don't know, that's what I was doing when you came in but..." You said, sniffling and trying to calm down. "Okay, hold on for a second," He bent down, and lifted you up, placing you gently on the small counter behind you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, and tucked your hair behind your ear. "While I clean you up can we talk for a bit?" He talked quietly. "Yeah." You said, taking a deep breath. "Okay, where is it?" You wiggled your bottoms down, so he could see the- still bleeding- cuts. You turned away, ashamed at the wounds. "So," He started, grabbing the cloth and wringing it out so it was only damp. "What happened, My Love?" "I just felt a random urge and I figured I'd done it before without getting caught... I told myself just this once and then never again." You said, turning your head to look at him. He gently wiped the cuts and the blood around them. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" He said, rinsing the cloth and wiping your legs again. "Okay...” He nodded, urging you to continue.

“Anyways, I figured I needed to." You closed your eyes, not able to meet his. "You needed to? Why did you need to, baby?" "I needed to remind myself that there's more than just happiness in life." You felt ashamed to admit it, feeling your eyes filling again. "Can you look at me for a second?" He said, placing the cloth over both wounds and pressing it firmly. You opened your eyes, and tried to blink away your tears. "You're right. There are things other than happiness and love in life." He smiled, bitter-sweetly. "But that doesn't mean you have to feel all of it. I told you before and I'll say it again, I don't ever want to let you be in pain. Especially not because of me. When we first met, you told me that you wouldn't be in danger because of me. Do you remember that?" You nodded. "So, I don't want you to feel like the love that I give you needs to be evened out with pain, okay?" He kissed your cheek and wiped your tears. "Okay." He picked the cloth up off of your leg and grabbed bandages from the cabinet. You spotted the tin at the same time he did. You looked away in shame. You heard the rattling of the tin and the small bandage box. You looked back at him, his hands holding only the bandage box. He carefully unwrapped a few and gently placed hem on your leg. You noticed his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, as he always does when he's focusing. After he placed the bandages, he lightly fluttered  kisses around your wounds. When he placed the box back in the cabinet you noticed the tin was gone, but you didn't see where he'd moved it to. He helped you pull your bottoms back up and wriggle off the counter. "Are you feeling better?" He said, lifting you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, you nodded. "Good." He carried you back to your shared room and placed you carefully on the bed. "I'll be right back, okay?" He said, kissing your forehead and stepping away from the bed. You almost asked him what he was going to do or begged him to stay next to you. But you were too tired to press, and you figured you knew what he was doing anyway from the way his pocket rattled. You could just wait for him with your eyes shut. After a few minutes, you stirred back awake to feel the bed dip. "Sorry to wake you up." He said softly. You just turned to face him and nuzzled in closer. "S'Okay." You hummed. "I love..Sae.." You said, drifting back to sleep. "I love you too, Honey."

Quick reminder(? New information?) to those of you who follow me,

I like Your Turn To Die and I dont mind talking about it, but I havent played 3B yet so just please dont send spoilers :)

Im trying to play it asap but Im trying to wait for the website traffick to die down a bit.

By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.

When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.

When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.

If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.

Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.

Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.

It isn't school.

It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.

When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.

Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.

"I like your character development."

"You paint wonderful imagry."

Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.

I want engagement with my readers.

The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.

Comments like:

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Did she actually just do that?"

"EXCUSE me?!?!"

None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.

I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.

Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.

If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.

<good night>

it’s cuddle time 

Hi omg you do Micah content!!

I want to start off saying I ADORE the Micah comfort fic you wrote and wanted to ask for a fic of what he'd do if you were upset/crying? Totally understand if you decline, thank you for taking your time to read this and for taking the time to write lovely fics about him 💖💖💖

Warning: sad start but fluffy end💕

6:11pm

“You know y/n, I’ve been thinking.” You quickly began to panic. Micah never calls you by your actual name, not unless it was something serious.

“I think you were right. About it not working out between us. We both work a lot and lets be honest, this whole thing is getting kinda stale. Not to say you aren’t attractive or that you did something wrong. I’m just… not interested anymore.”

You stared at the screen in shock. The man who time and time again told you this could work, no matter how many times you tried to deny it, was now calling it quits. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to remove this server and it’ll be just like it was before I showed up. Have a good life ok?” The call suddenly ended. Within seconds the server disappeared, solidifying that you’d never see Micah again.

You quickly jolted out of your sleep, your eyes meeting the ceiling of your bedroom. It was a nightmare, thank god. You looked next to you to see Micah fast asleep. Right, he had came over for the weekend. You sat up in your bed, removing Micah’s arms from your waist before curling into a ball. You know it was just a bad dream but you couldn’t help but worry. What if Micah did get tired of you? What if he did find your brattiness exhausting? What if… he didn’t want you anymore? You couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out of your eyes, your sniffles waking Micah up.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Micah was trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Once he finally realized what was happening he quickly sat up pulling you close to him, gently rubbing your back.”

“Hey, whats wrong angel? Did something happen? Was it a nightmare? Take some deep breaths, then we’ll talk ok?” Micah waited patiently for you to relax before you spoke. He didn’t care if he was tired. You needed him, thats all that mattered right now.

He gently wiped the tears from your eyes and face as you explained the nightmare to him and all the emotions you were feeling. Seeing how much it hurt you made him wanna cry to. You meant the world to him and the thought of being separated scared him as much as it scared you. He pulled you even closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest.

“Angel, I could never get tired of you. Dream Micah is a dumbass ok?” You giggled a little bit at his remark, which was the reaction he was hoping for.

“But on a serious note, you don’t ever have to worry about my feelings changing ok? I love that you’re bratty! I like the challenge, and though you try your best to hide it I know you’ve got it bad for me.” You lightly hit his chest as you looked up to glare at him. He chuckled and kissed your forehead in response.

“Sorry, sorry I’ll stop joking around~ but seriously though. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you angel. Yeah we both work a lot but knowing that the second I finish work I can spend time with you is what keeps me going. I always look forward to the weekend because I know I’ll get to hold you again. And there is nothing stale about our relationship. If there was I would’ve just planned a get away to shake things up. I could easily buy an island and we can take a vacation if you want. I’m serious it wouldn’t be hard. As a matter of fact how about we do just that?”

You quickly stopped Micah in his tracks, telling him he didn’t have to do all that. He always had a habit of pulling out wild ideas from thin air. You explained that you can’t call out so suddenly like that.

“Why not? I’ve done it before. How do you think I found time to visit that first time? But if an island trip seems too much, how about a stay-cation? We can do anything you want if it makes you feel more secure about our relationship. Either way I’m staying longer than just this weekend. I know I don’t have to but I wouldn’t feel right going back home without knowing that you feel 100% certain that I’m never gonna leave you. So whatever you wanna do, we’ll do it. You mean the world to me, ok?”

“Well right now I wanna go back to sleep. We can plan this stay-cation in the morning ok? Its late.” You snuggled up to him again, letting him wrap his arms around you like he did before you woke up. He gently kissed your cheek as he closed him eyes.

“Goodnight angel, I love you. And I always will.”

“I love you too Micah.”