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Tell me why i'm drawing Hanzo
AND FECKING DONT STOP ME NOW FROM QUEEN STARS PLAYING.
Anyways yeah mood.
teaser | PERILOUS MISDEMEANORS
↬ PAIRING Jungkook &. Female Reader
↬ GENRE Rebel AU + Royalty AU
↬ RATING Mature (will contain explicit content)
↬ WARNINGS Includes mentions of deceased family members, potentially triggering content, contemplation of murder, violence, gore, blood, a decent amount of angst, guk is in a bad mood :c, so angry sex, dominant jungkook, submissive reader, oral (male + female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (bubs please please use a condom), some slight overstimulation, degradation, some manhandling, the clowning around happens early in the fic, this is my first [dirty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)] fic so please be gentle (though guk won’t be shkfkjdjs)
↬ SUMMARY Every revolution ignites with a simple spark. Be it a literal spark that bombards into flames or a metaphorical one that happens when innocent touches turn deadly. Though, you cannot quite differentiate when caught in the throes of pleasure, intertwining with the leader of the rebellion that aims to murder the king—and anyone associated with him.
↬ WORD COUNT 1192 words (teaser)
↬ AUTHORS NOTE I am so so sorry for the prolonged absence, and breaking my promise to release this as soon as possible. this is just a snippet of the story, hopefully you guys like it so far. <3
© All rights reserved to TUSIASTIC, do not repost under any circumstance.
MONOCHROME MOONLIGHT enveloped the atmosphere in a whimsical luminescence, as mundane clouds churning haphazardly in the heavens threaten to traverse the illuminated path of the moon and encase the inhabitants beneath in an unnerving darkness. A daunting mass of compressed water vapor produces a downpour that collides spontaneously against the thickened structure of the cobblestone castle, intimidating to the weakened composition of the chamber with a grand skylight. Straying droplets entangle the flattened structures of the herbage surrounding the stronghold, a conspicuous sheen covering them. Another ravenous roll of thunder rumbles cacophonous beyond the impenetrable walls and quakes the earth, a deafening roar shattering across the empyrean before another bright blast of lighting ignites the night in pristine white.
“Come on now, we don’t have long,” the decrepit heavy wooden oak door crashes closed as another cannonade erupts.
Moonbeam showered between the bungalows of the kingdom suffocated in comfort, silvery gleams that whisper a glowing promenade against the night that is dark as coal. Honeydew drenches the midnight hooded cloak pressed to your bare shoulders, leaned against the stone and caught in the throes of shadows. “Are you sure that this plan will work?” Your enunciation is delicate and calculated enough to elude heightening the decibels, complementing your breathing as you sharply exhale, breath escaping in white wisps.
A palm pressed to your midsection when the lithe figure of the knight adorned in wrought iron metal resonates, with vermilion of the kingdom tarnished laboriously into the protective articles. Attentive eyes observe, as an unoccupied hand rests at a waistband. “Have a little faith, yeah? I understand the reputation I have, but I know what I’m doing.” Silence flourishes for a second before, “the path is clear, let’s go.” The mud that molded around your feet was a symphony of chestnut soil, brought to potency through puddles growing in accumulation coming as an accompaniment of brewing storms, that mushed beneath the burden of the human physique.
The entrance to the forest begins to sharpen with each step.
Rumors swirled around the forbidden forest encompassed in abundant foliage in a disastrous whirlwind like the blood that pumps through the heart—unconsciously and a necessity for prolonged survival. The variation spanned from a continuous threat looming behind the silhouette of trees that would frighten curious young children from exploration, to the defense provided through verdure. Legend spoke of a paradise concealed within the equidistant forest, housing what was a rebel alliance that hid themselves deep in the thicket, with the tall grass and tree trunks undoubtedly offering their protection. Decades of the manipulative, murderous, and corrupted rule of the kingdom has diminished the moral of the inhabitants, those who demanded immediate eradication of the oligarchy abandoning their homes, those who sought out freedom exceedingly finding paradise in the deepness of shades of brown, and green, diaphanous tones of other shades splashed throughout the vegetation littering the locations bathed in sunlight of the village.
“Hey!” Rang out many voices. “You! Stop right there!”
The man besides you calmly murmurs. “Run.”
The wind that rushed through your ears was as thundering as the rapids of the colossal waterfalls miles from your desired destination, steering blindly as that what was more deafening was the pounding of the necessary organ for life, your heart against the toughened structures of the rib cage as your feet stumbled against the disproportionate forest ground. The crackling of a branch as it is shattered into halves, came as a sickening noise when your feet glide across the warrior of nature littering the ground. Viridescent green of brilliant variations slashed in your line of sight, the leaves that jumbled within your face had momentarily left you sightless and caused a halting of your frantic pace.
“Don’t stop,” he exclaims when accounting for your hesitation. “We have to keep moving.”
The voices that shrieked across the woodland, shattering the benevolence, had your muscles and tendons propelling you forward and feigning ignorance at the aching. A sudden convulsion of a dissonant inhale flares your nostrils uncontrollably when the body endeavors to recuperate for what is abolished as a consequence of the vigorous maneuvers.
“Yoongi, they aren’t giving up,” you blurt, breathless. “What do we do?”
“Keep going North, I will detour them East,” he commands. “I will be back for you, okay? Go!”
Darkness surrounded you as you sputtered across the slicked ground, merely stumbling over the distractions that protruded from the surface of the land, before the tree roots grasped around your ankle. Through the gentle wind came the illusion that the wooden perennial plant was boisterous in laughter, as a human extremity was unfortunate to entangle in their trap. Tips of jagged rocks drag across and tear at the smooth flesh of your thigh, wrenching through the fabric shielding it, and as your attempt to grapple onto a solid subject proved unsuccessful, your descent into the dirt was imminent.
The seconds continued along, the quivering of the cardiac muscular organ baring a resemblance to the ticking of a clock, whose mere existence served as a reminder of timely endeavors. Lethargy cloaked your body, and thus subsequently hindered your motion as your muscles are doused in sluggishness.
Branches snapped beyond the lusciously thick bushes, that hid your disoriented body from view.
“Hello?” You whimper. “Is anybody there?”
Pebbles crunch underneath leaden and sturdy boots, before the unknown assailant is crouching besides you, muscled knees situated at the forefront of your corneas.
“What seemed to have happened here, Little Dove?” The tone was taunting, with a hand tardily reaching out to run along the incision, stained a darkened red when the appendage is raised to settle in his line of sight. Your affliction is suppressed by a sink of your teeth into the spongy flesh, swelling beneath the bone structure concocted of protective enamel. Glare ponderous from fatigue, you are squinting at the sharpened facial features of the masculine frame. Brunette tresses, extended in length, are soaked as tenebrous eyebrows pinched in the center of his forehead, with reservoirs of murkiness exploring the slopes of your skin. “Too curious, hm? I should warn you, though. Those who are nosey and threaten the village, only suffer.”
Calloused fingertips brush tentatively along the protruding bone of your wrist, roughened material bounding the appendages together. Rope is situated between bloodied fingers and leaned against bruised knuckles, wincing when strands of natural fibers are tightened and the deficiency of blood flow tickles your fingers.
The scream that escaped from your cracked lips was chocked and accompanied by tears that rolled down your blemished cheeks, when you are hoisted across a shoulder and the laceration is pressed to scratching cotton. Blood pooled around the wound as the bodily fluid gushes in thick rivulets, leaving behind the feeling of stickiness with a revolting combination of blood and perspiration.
“What are you doing?” Softly questioning, you are weakened from doses of exhaustion and scourge. If there is a response uttered, you do not regard it. Your head cuddled to a protruding shoulder blade as eyelids fluttered shut, eyelashes tickling at the supple tissue protecting your cheekbone.
Slumber cocooned you within her warm grasp as everything faded to black.
So, this is OC of mine.
He is a friendly necromancer :v
Chapter 1 Update is Here! ✦ DEMO
+10k words added to Chapter 1, bringing the total word count to 50k (with code)
More curt/unfriendly options towards mortals and other gods (Salvatore, parents, etc.)
More customization options, including new hair colors, eye colors, and distinctive features in Chapter 1
Multipronouns you can set in Chapter 1 (may change in future chapters)
Choice of clothes to wear to the Ceremony, which ROs may compliment if they like (3 out of 6 options for each of them!)
A new scene with your parents before the Ceremony where you can decide your relationship with them! (affects dialogue)
Option to storm off if you're mad at Ciocana, especially if you're touch-averse
Misc edits, bug fixes, and background performance improvements
This update is a massive improvement for new readers rather than warranting an entirely new playthrough. If you have any saves right before the Ceremony, you can find the most content there! However, the changes and additions are all over the demo.
... and Discord! ✦ Join here 🌿
My friend suggested I start one up! I hope to set up some events, share more sneak peeks, and connect with others more with this! 🫶💕 I also added some fun things like anonymous confessions and customizable color names, so please join! :)
(Very detailed changelog below if you're interested!)
Minor rewording for Karen encounter.
MC can now openly grimace when mortals call for MC's attention in Chapter 1. Previously, the only real negative reaction to them is turning away, which is open for any interpretation as to why MC does so.
When mortals ask for MC's help, MC can snap at them to speak quickly.
Most choices suggested you are friendly with Nero, so added a couple of options that are neutral towards him, leaning towards dismissive.
Rewrote a line that says you waved to Nero goodbye. It simply says that he departs.
Added an option to be frustrated with the conversation about mortals, when the only other non-positive options about mortals were about being completely disinterested.
Added an option where the MC says they can take care of themselves or they don't need other people worrying about them so much.
When choosing to be touch averse, selective, or not touch averse, you can now choose to be selective and not want to touch Rafaele, which initially was not an option.
If you are the Universal Eye, you tell Salvatore about the Universe being in pain and they dismiss it, you may be able to refuse conversation with them. They might keep talking to you, but you won't respond to them.
Can decide your relationship to your parents. Can also decide if you're open about your feelings towards them or not.
Variations in how your parents speak to you while preparing and during the Ceremony if they are aware of your bitterness towards them.
Can again openly express disdain for mortals or keep your feelings to yourself when answering Rafaele's question, when originally those options were absent
Can storm off from Ciocana if you do not express positive feelings about the dance, especially if you are touch-averse.
Added blue, pink, purple, and no hair options to Chapter 1, not available in the prologue.
Added red and gold eye colors to Chapter 1, not available in the prologue.
Added clothes option to Chapter 1 to wear to the Ceremony.
ROs will comment on your clothes if they particularly like it during the Ceremony (each have 3 out of 6 clothes they like.)
Added pronouns before the Ceremony. You can have multiple pronouns, remove them, and add multiple of the same kind to increase its chances of frequency.
Minor edits and bug fixes.
See you guys soon for the Chapter 2 update :)
GUESS WHATS GONNA BE FINISHED SOON!!!
(hint; my biggest project ever)
destination seoul
↳ about current wip
contemporary ya
POC representation !!
imagine going to korea for your aunt’s wedding... and falling in love with your fake boyfriend along the way
↳ tropes/themes
fake dating
location in korea
guy falls first
summer romance
chaotic family vibes
blind dates
↳ excerpt
But then he had to go and mess with my heart. Had to listen to everything I say, with his endless optimism and teasing that accompanied him. One moment, I was so sure that I’d never fall for him, and the next moment, I find out that I do.
How I got from that point to this point, I still can’t figure out.
tag list
hihi! if you want to be tagged for future wips and updates, drabbles, or prompts i post, you can comment down below or drop a like or reblog so i can add you to the list below 💞
@hahaha-darn-it @hadhafang @ramblings-of-teen-angst @mschvs @aajames217 @bamboozled-boi @luckyricochet @catharticallysarcastic @hbxplain (@hghrules)
destination seoul updates / snippets
feel free to interact with this post through discussions + reblogs + likes, and thanks for stopping by <3 oop almost forgot inspiration taken from the genius @talesofsorrowandofruin !!
yes, I swear I'll make a proper, detailed wip intro soon! this is more for my immediate gratification and seeing myself spiraling lmao, reactions to look back on.
wip general notes (to be updated):
A fake dating ya romance set in Seoul, Korea where a teen tries to escape the blind dates her chaotic family sets her up on for her aunt's wedding.
One of the few members in her family unable to connect with Korean culture-starting from grasping the language to understanding the mannerisms-the only reason Hyeri Kang comes every summer is to visit her beloved grandfather... who has cancer. This year, though, is more chaotic than ever. Caught up in blind date shenanigans to her aunt's wedding, she employs Taeyoung Kim, who is as infuriating as he is straightforward, as her fake boyfriend to escape awful men who propose to her on the spot. Surely it wouldn't be hard to not fall in love with someone who's connected to a culture she's been resistant towards...
links: taglist | writblr intro | ko-fi
SUN. APR 17 2:45:24 PM
I WANT TO GET BACK TO THIS DRAFT BUT I GOT ACADEMICS
brain's so blank I don't even know what to think
It’s complicated.
You’d think I’d be more excited, coming to Korea over summer break. But this is a mandatory family meeting in the guise of a meeting. Trying not to topple over while dragging the luggage bag from the taxi’s trunk, I glance up at the 11-story apartment. It’s quiet. No hands sticking out through the nets, no voice shrieking our names.
I don’t know whether to be worried or relieved.
just need to connect a few scenes and i'll be done with draft 1 of destination seoul AHHHHH
I FINISHED.
honestly this draft took such a long time and I know the edits will be hard but i'm so excited and elated that it's completed and I know what i want to keep and change and honestly this whole journey itself of battling perfectionism and getting what I want on the page was eye opening.
so even if it might not be the most perfect draft, and I might have to rewrite some major scenes, it's a draft i created with my own hands, and i'm really, really happy that I got to write 'the end.' (though jet-lagged me is dimming the excitement down because i'm so tired lmao)
just need to connect a few scenes and i'll be done with draft 1 of destination seoul AHHHHH
i return with a bunch of books (albeit good ones and ones i wanted to read) and a jumbled mess of concepts im supposedly supposed to string together for my next novel
why is fantasy so daunting to write
yet… i regret nothing (only a bit that im not planning more, but it’s FINE)
writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.
man that was so much math.
HOW IS YOUR WRITING GOING BABES <3
finally reached 10k (again) on my draft and the feeling of excitement that I'm A) getting somewhere, B) able to write fairytale curses, and C) slowly but surely loving my writing again !!
the dreaded question
to my beloved mutuals,
How's the writing going? Give me the deets I want to hear your pain UH i mean how things are going :D
HAHAHAHAH it’s honestly because I get so anxious of whether this idea will work or not for me it’s better to scrap it (like my self deprecating thoughts) and try again fresh
and I think it’s working so far! 12.5k words in and I’m SO HAPPY AND FEELING MUCH BETTER thank God 💗
writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.
man that was so much math.
18k in and I am in the fun & games part / entering act 2 and can i just say that i am starting to get anxious again bc i fr fear the middle act bc i feel like writing it is a drag
writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.
man that was so much math.
almost 24K in... and getting stuck. :/ hoping to reach 25K+ today and just unstuck myself lmao
writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.
man that was so much math.
why all my wips hate me | Writing Update
(hey so note from the future I started writing this post so long ago - when I first decided to revamp my writing life. It’s been like six months since then. So like, that’s why I start using my shift key halfway thru)
the problems
remember when i did that whole wip intro for that one camp nano novella and then never talked about it again? well, it’s because i had to kill it before it killed me. from the start of this blog, pretty much all i’ve ever talked about was all the wips that i never fucking finish. i’ve only ever had two wip intros that were about finished projects. and those projects all had something in common: they were songs. they were poems. they weren’t fiction.
i’ve always wanted to write fiction because i’m a writer and that’s what writers do. i wrote poetry and songs a lot - wrote collections of poems and albums of songs - but that didn’t matter. it was about the fiction. the fiction that i never finished. every novel: abandoned, picked up again, revamped, abandoned. every short story: first draft half finished, never edited, hidden away in shame.
with fiction, i was always wondering “am i reading enough? am i writing enough?” meanwhile, i was writing “sublime,” “frolic,” “Too young.” “Loveless,” “even if you’re not,” and “i hope you’re haunted”. then there was the poetry collections “Godworship,” “The Science of Lust,” “Anhedonia,” and “humans have the wrong anatomy”. all finished. how could i fall on my face with fiction so often, but not with anything else?
i realized it was because i treated fiction like it was sacred. “real writers write fiction.” “the only work i do that matters is fiction.” “i’ll only be accomplished once i write a novel.” i also treated reading novels like it was sacred. i kicked myself every time i had to return a book to the library without finishing it. so what the fuck is wrong with me? GAD is my guess, but the jury’s still out on that one i guess.
so what do?
my first step was dropping all those fiction projects that drained me so damn much. i’m freeing myself to put all of my focus into my new project: doing whatever the hell i want! i had to watch a lot of @coffeeandcalligraphy videos to reach that conclusion.
and then i had to ask, “wait, do i even like fiction?” there are a few books i do like, yes. i really like “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous,” “The Bell Jar,” and “My Year of Rest and Relaxation”. but, with everything else, there are times were i’m completely obsessed with how the best songs/poems/tv shows work, but does that happen with fiction? or am i only obsessed with the idea of being able to make a fiction piece that works? writing fiction feels more like a duty than a hobby and, honestly, that fucking sucks.
i also realized that i treated fiction like prose instead of like a story. and don’t get me wrong, prose gets me out of bed in the morning, but novels are supposed to tell stories. but when i try to read a book, i’m doing it because it’s what i’m supposed to do, and when i try to write a book, i’m doing it because that’s what i’m supposed to do. so what do? don’t write fiction if i don’t actually want to. don’t write it if i don’t get a thrill from doing it.
in a certain tumblr post i’m sure you’ve all read, someone said that if you don’t like what you’re writing, something’s wrong. i realized what was wrong was not some gap in my knowledge of craft or some ill-conceived plot - it was the fact that i wasn’t writing because i loved it. i was writing just to prove it to myself that i could. and that’s some deadly pride. so now, the rule is, i’m not allowed to write a fiction unless i actually want to, unless i have a story to tell. and i’m not allowed to read unless i want to read, unless i’m not even thinking about that stupid fucking goodreads reading challenge.
but without fiction, who am i?
someone with a whole lot of wips to talk about 🤠
fuck yes finally
SONGS + ALBUMS:
So, along the lines of only doing what I want cause I’m the writer and I make the rules, I’ve decided to only write songs the way I want to write them. According to everyone online ever, you write the lyrics and the melody of a song at the same time. Problem is, I get most of my song ideas on the bus or in the middle of the night—i.e. not the best time to be singing into your phone. So I’ve just been writing the lyrics and decided I’ll only add a melody when I feel like it. Revelatory, I know.
With this ingenious process, I've started writing another ep, this one called "Baby blue". It's an indie folk, Daughter/Lana Del Rey/Hayley Williams' Flowers For Vases-inspired litany of self-loathing and codependency. Yes very on brand, I know.
POETRY:
So, “humans have the wrong anatomy” has grown in the middle of the night. It’s shaping up to be the size of an actual chapbook at this rate. Also, the title is actually in title case now.
SCRIPTS:
I am addicted to teen drama. There’s two I’m sitting on right now - CRICKETS, SICKLY GREEN and MANNEQUIN CHILDREN. And! There’s also? An animated film? Which is a reimagining of “Tangled”??? Yes you read that right, it’s not a reimagining of Rapunzel, its a reimagining of Tangled, the Disney movie.
GAMES????:
So. You see how fast my brain comes up with shit when I stop writing fiction? There's a? Social simulation art game? That I'm making a pitch for? Its called "dawn breaks like a fever". Well actually, that's the short version of the title, the full one is "dawn breaks like a fever & you are no better for it".
~~also I might start planning a dating sim soon too~~
FICTION:
When you take so long writing a single Tumblr post that you outgrow the very premise of it. Anyway! I write fiction again! 2 books and a short story collection that’s too much of a mess to ever be called a book. The novels are “Carrion Crow” (which is actually a novella) and “Terrestrials”. These are books I cannot shake for the life of me, at this point they’re extensions of my person. And short stories! I’ve been writing one or two of those. My main problem is that, sometimes, in an attempt to achieve the Short I end up forgetting to include the Story, so... (No but fr my short stories at some point just sound like personal essays where I’m just straight up lying)
The end!
He’s so silly fr
I’m actually really proud of this since this is like the first time I drew Kenny in my style and it came out good 🥹