🌸 jaibunni 🌸

it made perfect sense. they looked so good together—the two college heartthrobs. shoko with her effortless cool, cigarette dangling from her lips, pretty eyes and that lazy smile. suguru with his long dark hair, calm confidence, and that beauty that made people stare.

they fit. they looked like they belonged on magazine covers, like the kind of couple everyone secretly envied. when they walked into a room together, heads turned.

and now the corner makeouts stopped completely. now she sits in his lap at parties, kissing him slow and deep while his hands rest on her hips. you watch from the side, nursing your drink, trying to ignore the sharp twist in your chest every time she moans softly against his mouth.

you told yourself it didn’t bother you. you smiled when they told you they were official. you even teased them about how disgustingly cute they looked together.

but tonight, the jealousy feels like a live wire under your skin.

you’re all back at suguru’s apartment after another loud night out. the lights are low, music still playing softly from someone’s phone. you’re sitting on the couch with too sugary drink in your hand, watching them.

shoko is straddling suguru’s lap, kissing him slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear. her fingers are tangled in his long dark hair, hips rolling slowly against him as their tongues slide together wetly. every soft sound she makes hits you like a punch.

you look away, cheeks burning, but your eyes keep drifting back. you remember how her hands felt on your chest, how she used to pinch and knead your tits until you were panting. but now those hands are on him.

shoko eventually pulls back for air, lips shiny and swollen. her eyes find you across the couch and she tilts her head, studying your face.

“you’ve been quiet,” she says. “jealous?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool. “no, i’m not jealous.”

shoko lets out a soft laugh. she leans back against suguru’s chest, still straddling him, and looks at you with that familiar lazy smirk.

“liar. i know you.”

before you can protest, she slides off suguru’s lap and crawls over to you on the couch. her hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. without another word, she leans in and kisses you.

it’s slow at first, almost teasing, her lips soft and warm against yours. then she deepens it, tongue slipping into your mouth like she’s reminding you exactly what you’ve been missing. you can’t help the small sound that escapes you when she sucks lightly on your tongue.

when she finally pulls back just enough to speak, her breath fans over your wet lips.

“you missed it, didn’t you?” she murmurs. her fingers slide into your hair, tugging gently. “missed the way i kiss you.” she nips at your bottom lip. “my hands on you… the way we used to mess around at parties?

you feel your face heat up, embarrassment and want mixing together. shoko smiles against your mouth, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. suguru watches the two of you from the other side of the couch, a small amused smile playing on his lips.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. “you don’t have to lie to me, baby.”

the kiss quickly turns deeper. shoko’s tongue slides against yours, while her hand slips under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach, and you shiver. she smiles into the kiss when she feels it.

without breaking away, shoko reaches for the hem of her own shirt and tugs it off. her bra is simple and black, but it looks perfect on her. she tosses the shirt aside and immediately returns to your mouth, kissing you harder now, more eager.

“your turn,” she murmurs against your lips.

her fingers are gentle but sure as she pulls your shirt up and over your head. the cool air hits your skin, making you feel exposed, but shoko doesn’t let you dwell on it. she kisses you again, deeper, while her hands roam over your bare waist and up to your chest. she squeezes your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden.

“so pretty,” she breathes. “always so pretty for me.”

you’re both breathing heavier when shoko pulls back just enough to look at suguru.

“she can join, right?” she asks, voice husky but soft.

suguru’s eyes go dark and he nods once. “yeah. come here.”

shoko grins and takes your hand, guiding you both toward him. suguru shifts on the couch, spreading his legs wider so there’s room. he pulls shoko onto his lap first, then gently tugs you until you’re straddling one of his thighs, facing shoko.

now you’re both on suguru’s lap—chest to chest, knees bracketing his thick thighs. shoko doesn’t waste time. she cups your face and kisses you again. your breasts press together, only thin fabric separating you. you can feel the heat of suguru’s body beside you, his hands resting lightly on both your waists.

suguru’s his gaze is heavy as shoko’s tongue slides into your mouth and you moan softly. then his hands start moving—one palm strokes up shoko’s back while the other caresses your side, thumb brushing just under your breast.

shoko breaks the kiss only to trail her lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. you tilt your head, gasping when she sucks lightly on your neck. suguru’s hand slides higher, finally cupping your breast from behind, squeezing gently while shoko kisses lower.

“look at you two,” suguru murmurs. “so fucking pretty together.”

his other hand rests on shoko’s hip, encouraging her as she rocks against his thigh. you’re both breathing hard, lips swollen, skin flushed. shoko pulls you back into another deep kiss, tongues tangling messily while suguru’s hands explore—one kneading your breast, the other sliding down shoko’s spine.

you feel surrounded. wanted. the jealousy from earlier slowly melts into something hotter, sweeter.

shoko smiles against your mouth and whispers, “missed you so much, baby.”

while you’re still lost in shoko’s kiss, suguru leans closer. his lips find the side of your neck. he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, tongue tracing lightly as he sucks gentle marks. you whimper into shoko’s mouth, their caresses making your head spin.

suguru kisses down your shoulder, then hooks his fingers into the front of your bra and tugs it down, freeing your breasts. before you can even gasp, his hot mouth closes around your nipple.

you moan loudly, back arching instinctively. suguru sucks gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. the wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight scrape of his teeth makes your thighs shake.

shoko finally pulls back from the kiss just enough to look down between you. her eyes darken when she sees suguru’s mouth on your tit.

“fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.

shoko watches the whole thing with dark, hooded eyes. she slides one hand down your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. “can i touch you here?” she asks and when you nod desperately, she doesn’t hesitate.

shoko slips her hand inside your pants. her fingers immediately find how wet you already are, and she lets out a satisfied sound. “fuck… you’re so wet,” she says. “all this just for us?”

her middle finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit with light, teasing strokes. when you twitch against her she kisses you again. shoko smiles against your lips. “so sensitive tonight.”

after a moment, shoko slides one finger lower and pushes it inside you, curling it slowly. you clench around her instantly, hips twitching forward into her hand. she adds a second finger, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace while her thumb keeps rubbing your clit.

“that’s it,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “ride my fingers, baby. let us hear how good it feels.” shoko’s pace quickens slightly, fingers curling perfectly against that spot inside you with every thrust while she kisses you again and again, swallowing your moans.

at some point the night blurred into a haze of pleasure. you’re still on suguru’s lap, back pressed to his chest, completely drunk on them both. shoko’s fingers have been inside you for what feels like hours—curling, thrusting, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking and sobbing through another orgasm. every time you think you can’t take any more, suguru’s big hand wraps loosely around your throat, holding you in place while shoko pushes you over the edge again.

you’re their perfect little plaything tonight, and you’ve stopped pretending you want anything else.

when shoko finally pulls her fingers out, you whine at the loss, body twitching. she just smiles and brings her slick fingers to her own mouth to taste you. “she’s ready,” shoko says softly as she looks at suguru.

suguru doesn’t need to be told twice. he shifts you forward on the couch so you’re on your hands and knees, still facing shoko. his large hands grip your hips, pulling your ass back toward him. you hear the sound of his belt and zipper, then feel the blunt, fat head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

shoko watches with amusement, kneeling in front of you on the couch. she takes both of your hands in hers, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“breathe, baby,” she murmurs, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “let him in.”

suguru pushes forward and the stretch is immediate and intense. his cock is thick—much thicker than shoko’s fingers—and you feel every inch as he slowly sinks into you from behind. your mouth falls open, eyes wide as the burn blooms deep inside you. he’s so big it almost hurts, but the pleasure is hotter.

“fuck… so tight,” suguru groans lowly, voice strained as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

shoko’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the way your face twists. she leans in and kisses your open mouth, swallowing the moan that finally escapes you.

“look at you,” she coos against your lips, still holding your hands. “taking his cock so well. your pretty little mouth falling open like that… so cute.”

suguru starts moving—slow, deep thrusts that rock your entire body forward with every snap of his hips. every time he drives back in, your tits bounce and your breath catches. shoko stays right there, holding both your hands firmly so you have something to anchor yourself to while suguru fucks you from behind.

“that’s it,” shoko whispers, eyes locked on your face. “let him fuck you. rock forward for me, baby… just like that.”

you do exactly what she says, pushing back to meet suguru’s thrusts and rocking forward into shoko’s space with every movement. she keeps watching, mesmerized, occasionally leaning in to kiss you while suguru’s pace gradually turns harder, deeper.

the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and suguru’s grunts. shoko never lets go of your hands, squeezing them tighter every time suguru hits that perfect spot inside you and makes your eyes roll back.

“good girl,” suguru growls from behind, one hand sliding up to grip your hair gently. “taking me so fucking well.”

shoko laughs softly, pressing another kiss to your parted lips. “keep moaning like that,” she teases. “i could watch you get fucked by him all night.”

after a while, suguru slows his thrusts and pulls out with a wet sound. you whine at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already manhandling you gently, turning you around to face him. “come here.” he sits back on the couch and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, chest to chest. “ride me.”

you’re so drunk on pleasure that you barely register how quickly you obey. your hands brace on his broad shoulders as you sink down onto his thick cock again. the stretch is still intense, but your body is so wet and used that he slides in easier this time.

shoko settles on one of suguru’s thick thighs so she’s pressed flush against your back. her bare breasts are hot against your skin, nipples hard as they brush along your spine. one of her arms wraps around your waist while her other hand slides down between your bodies.

“keep riding him, baby,” she whispers right against your ear. “let me feel you.”

you start moving—slow, shaky rolls of your hips as you ride suguru’s cock. every time you sink down, he groans deeply, hands gripping your thighs to help guide you. shoko’s fingers find your clit from behind, rubbing slick circles while she grinds herself against suguru’s thigh, her soaked pussy sliding wetly over his skin.

shoko’s warm breasts press tighter against your back with every roll of her hips. her breath is hot on your neck as she kisses and bites gently along your shoulder. her fingers never stop teasing your clit, occasionally dipping lower to feel where suguru’s thick cock stretches you open.

you’re completely drunk on them. your mind has gone hazy, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as soft, helpless moans keep falling from your mouth. you barely register anything except the heat, the stretch, and the constant pleasure.

“so good,” suguru groans. his hands squeeze your hips, helping you bounce on him harder. “look at you… taking my cock so deep.”

shoko hums in agreement, pressing her chest firmer against your back as she grinds faster on his thigh. her fingers move quicker on your clit, slick sounds filling the air.

“she’s so out of it,” shoko laughs softly, kissing the back of your neck. “completely drunk on us. aren’t you, baby? just letting us use this pretty body however we like.”

you can only whimper in response, head falling back against shoko’s shoulder as you keep riding suguru.

“tell us how you like it, baby,” suguru says. “you want it deeper? faster?”

shoko leans in closer, lips brushing your ear from behind. “yeah… use your words,” she teases softly. “tell us what feels good. you want me to keep playing with your pretty clit while you ride his cock?”

you try to answer.

your mouth opens, but only a soft, hazy whimper comes out. your mind is too foggy, body too overwhelmed with pleasure. every nerve is sparking, your thoughts melted into nothing but heat and the feeling of being used so perfectly between them. you can barely form a single coherent word.

“i… ah— i…” is all you manage.

shoko lets out a quiet, fond laugh against your neck. “aww, listen to her,” she coos, clearly amused by how gone you are. “can’t even speak anymore. so cute.”

she slides her free hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face toward her. she kisses you again. her tongue slips into your mouth, tasting every helpless little sound you make while suguru keeps rocking you steadily on his cock.

“it’s okay, baby,” she whispers, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you don’t have to say anything. we already know exactly what you need.”

suguru leans forward to kiss your collarbone, then looks up at shoko with dark eyes. “she’s clenching so hard around me. keep touching her. i want to feel her cum on my cock.”

shoko smiles against your skin and circles your clit faster. “don’t worry,” she purrs, voice dripping with heat. “we’re nowhere near done with her yet.”

sometime later, you’re completely spent.

your body has gone limp, limbs heavy and trembling from the endless waves of pleasure. you’ve lost count of how many times they made you cum—on suguru’s cock, on shoko’s fingers, between their mouths and hands. every inch of you feels used, warm, and satisfied in the best kind of way.

you barely have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore.

shoko notices first. she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. “you’re done, huh?” she whispers fondly, voice still a little breathless. “poor baby… we wore you out.”

you manage a tiny, hazy nod, eyes already fluttering shut. the last thing you feel is shoko carefully pulling you down onto the couch, laying you on your side so you’re comfortable. she tucks a blanket over your naked body.

“sleep. we’ve got you.”

your eyelids grow heavier. the world starts to fade. through the sleepy haze, you catch the soft sounds beside you.

shoko lets out a quiet moan as suguru pulls her closer. you barely manage to crack your eyes open just enough to see them. suguru has shoko on her back right next to you, his large body covering hers. he’s kissing her deeply, while he pushes inside her.

shoko’s back arches, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wraps her legs around his waist. “suguru…”

he groans low in his throat, hips starting to move in deep, steady strokes. the wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the quiet room again. suguru’s hand slides up to cup shoko’s breast, thumb brushing over her nipple as he fucks her right there beside you.

shoko turns her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, and looks at your sleepy face. even as suguru thrusts into her, she reaches out and gently laces her fingers with yours, holding your hand while she gets fucked.

“goodnight, baby,” she whispers to you, voice sweet even as it breaks into a moan.

you can’t answer anymore. your eyes finally slip shut completely, the last image burned gently into your mind: suguru’s broad back moving over shoko, her hand warm in yours, the quiet sounds of them making love right beside you.

it feels strangely comforting.

you fall asleep like that—exhausted, satisfied, and wrapped in the soft afterglow of being theirs, even if only for tonight. the steady rhythm of suguru’s hips and shoko’s breathy moans lull you deeper into sleep, their presence safe beside you.

Breast Pump Naoya  9.7k words (Revision History Add On from Google Docs)

It took me 17 days to write this so that averages a bit under 2.5hrs~ a day in addition to my regular life, friends and responsibilities and this is also while simultaneously writing other things lol.

Part 1 of Freddy Sukuna 8k words

This i wrote over 30+ days same average writing time but just more sessions. spread out.

I’m not saying this is EVERYONE as I consider myself a super duper slow ass writer but my adhd, neurospicy, medicated ass needs to edit shit like 4-5x before I feel okay posting lmfao. like i dont even let my beta readers see my first draft that shit reads like a middle school diary and needs to be worked over throughly fkjsdhfbkjshd. 

But even when I do read, ngl, I reread my stuff more than I read anyone else. I believe every writer should be their own favorite writer if they are writing for themselves. Is that conceited? Idk maybe? I honestly never thought of it that way since all of my stories are literally maladaptive daydreams that come from my head. Being able to read it back to myself actually articulated just tickles something in my brain right, it’s like that feeling you get from watching ASMR videos lol, idk it just gives me delight lol. I write for myself so why wouldn't i enjoy it the most? lol. 

Going back to the convenience factor—my closer moots I brainstorm with. They have brain stormed with me. Ofc I/we/they are going to prioritize reading stories we’ve already heard about, helped brainstorm and/or are already excited to read. Usually we will be tagged or they will give us a link directly. It’s a lot easier to read that then going to search for something.

Don't get me wrong I get the perception though, and I also understand why to others it would look like a huge exclusive circle jerk. It’s not like I only exclusively reblog moots, if I see a fic I like on the timeline or that someone has reblogged and I like it I will definitely reblog regardless if we are moots or I am following them. But it just doesn’t happen as much. There’s plenty moots fics too I have spoken with them about that I haven’t even had a chance to read yet either as you can see, I’m honestly mostly writing.

Not gonna lie with the amount of “When’s P2!?” Request I get its hard for me to even get into reading something by someone else without feeling guilty. Which is why I tend to binge read and spam reblogs of works after I publish a fic/part because then I feel the less guilt. Like yay I finished something now I can read something else. I always try to read the fic before I reblog it so I actually have something nice or insightful to say about the story.

Another thing to note is a bigger blog reblogging a smaller blog isn't automatically going to make people read it. Sure, maybe you might get a 100-200 note boost at most? But I feel like when people talk about notes and clout they want things in the thousands. A bigger blog reblogging you isn't going to make you big.

Why?

Because people followed the writer for them, not for you. There is no guarantee that they will like your story, that just because the bigger blog liked it all their followers will. All their followers don't even like every single thing a big blog writes (which is 100% normal and id think more common thats someone genuinely liking every single thing lol).

So while yes, people should reblog the things they like regardless of moots or followers, etc. people are more inclined to reblog their friends and there is zero guarantees your fic would blow up from it. So all of this "bigger writers don't support smaller writers" is a bit asinine to me. Unless you directly wanted a certain author's specific attention and feedback. If that is the case then asking nicely if they would be up for reading it and giving you feedback is your best bet. Also remember to say thank you as I have had someone ask me for feedback, me give a detailed response on what's working/what could be improved and they never even responded to say thank you lmfao.

Honestly too, there's a level of entitlement I feel like with all the complains about this. No one is entitled to a reblog, not even a big writer by their own followers.

People become "big writers" by consistently posting fics and engaging with the timeline not by getting boosted by other big writers. I post like maybe 2-3 stories a month and was able to grow to almost 25k over 2.5 years you don't even have to post a lot just be consistent. Ofc theres ppl who have gotten 50k in like a year who post 5-10x as much as me. The more you post, the more opportunities people have to see you and your work. But I'm proof you can post sporadically (and longer stories on average) and still get a following over time. Just be active on the timeline. I even took a 2-3 month break last year too, finishing up school, and still was able to grow.

“Big Blogs form exclusive cliques”

While there are definitely cliques, I don’t know necessarily if I would say they are exclusive as you think. People know people who know people and that's usually how a group chat or discord starts. People will be invited over time by whoever runs the chat or server. (Although I 100% think there is truth to discord being the cause of a lot of drama—it's because the more intimately you get to know someone the more they reveal who they are and not everyone is going to get along—although yes there are some huge cunts too lmfao).

In my experience writers are pretty open to people hopping in their inbox and chatting it up with them. Everyone who loves writing wants to talk about writing. If you want to ask me about headcanons or tell me yours or bounce ideas off of me I am super open to that. (Honestly I’d even be open to beta for people who are open to critical feedback)

@/jaibunni (hi bb i hope u dont mind me using u as an example) didn’t even have her account set up for writing when she slid in my dms and started yapping with me. and now next month i'm going to visit her on my way back from Peru :) 

It’s literally all about approach.

However, if you are sliding in for clout or superficial reasons, are being too parasocial or fanned out, at least for me, its sets a weird tone. I don’t want to talk to a fan of me, I wanna talk to a fan of jjk that just happens to enjoy my writing if that makes sense. Just be yourself and don't be afraid to put yourself out there if what you really want is a friend group. Of course not everyone will be receptive, you can't force relationships nor expect it to happen overnight. But you will find your people and vibe a lot faster reaching out than not. Not everyone you don't click with is a bitch and hates you, sometimes ppl personalities don't mesh or they aren't looking for more or any connections at all and that's fine. Sure sometimes there are people who are just straight up bitches lmfao, I've met a few. But i think for the most part, at least in my experience, the contact would be welcomed.

Also important to consider here, that in being neurodivergent a lot of people (me) would never slide into a dm to chat as they think they would be a bother. I'm like 110% okay and encourage people bothering me at any point and time but it makes we wanna throw up with anxiety messaging someone first cause what if they are like "why is this bitch talking to me rn fjbhsdjkhsbdf" istg i feel that way im not lying. 😭😭 That's why im just happy to talk to whoever wants to talk to me lmfao. i feel like most people are social awkward reaching out to others too, rather than stuck up.

"Big Blogs are so fake positive with each other"

Mmm yes and no. The flirting, jokes and overt positivity I think is less about being fake and more about trying to spread positivity amongst each other. It be so easy to just compete with each other, some characters too have really passion fans and it can feel like when you see people make comments like "omg ur the best xyz writer! this is the best fanfic ive read!" that could make another writer feel bad, so keeping positive flirting with each other takes that imaginary competition out of it and can help dissolve tensions before they even start.

Plus, as someone who is spiritual and wholly believes in energy and positive and negative vibes—thinking positive even when you don't feel positive, keeping at it despite feeling down, discouraged, etc, will eventually shape your thoughts and actions positively for real. If you think ppl don't like you, ignoring you or your fics, etc, etc, then that is ultimately what you will manifest as true. If you think of yourself as a growing blog who is on their own journey, that's what you will be. A lot of emotions we have would change if our perspective was more positive and I 100% believe that. If you want to be the victim, you are going to be the victim, it's a self fulfilling prophecy.

I have to say even from my own experience 90% of the tumblr drama stems from nerds miscommunicating with each other, hurt feelings over imagined slights and people going for the olympic gold at jumping to conclusions.

Sure, that 10% exists you will encounter some straight bitches or people who are full of themselves, etc, etc. But I keep seeing if people would get out of their feelings and just approach the person, ask them or try to listen to get their perspective, they would not even be fighting.

Y'all wanna know some tea? (its old tea if you've been on my blog but relevant to this you can skip if you dont gaf)

when I first started there was this other blog who I was like besties with, she was my first real friend and we talked like every single day, even texted. We started a discord together. We were adding bots and I told her I wanted to add mudae (iykyk) but i know it can trigger ppl so I dont want anyone to fight. Her fatal words? "oh its just pixels, no one will fight over pixels." (😭😭😭😭). So I added it and she paid for server premium. Long story short she got mad cause she rolled Gojo and someone else asked if they could trade her and she didn't want to be mean so she said yes if you can get Levi. Then she proceeded to spend the next week in my dms saying she regrets saying she would trade Gojo and me saying 10x over "girl I promise it isnt that deep., just tell her you dont wanna trade" but she didn't want to "go back on her word." So Levi was finally rolled and she traded. Tell me why after she became the most passive aggressive person for the next 3 weeks? She claimed she was busy with work and couldn't talk as much. Took Sukuna from someone else (not the person who she traded) when she didn't even like Sukuna and openly hated on him before. Then proceeded to make a fanfic about Sukuna, that no one asked for, that was lore inaccurate despite an episode just airing a week ago that explained the lore—all to prove that she now liked him fhbsdhfjbsd(again no one asked her for this). Even lying that mudae server premium expired when she just transferred over to player premium to play in her bf's server with all guys who only collected girls so she could have all the anime guys LOL. After those 3 weeks she deleted her tumblr and blocked everyone on discord, including me, and disappeared without even talking to me about it. (im not twisting it i still have ss lmfao).

While the bigger moral of this story is don't play mudae if you wanna keep friends (lol)... the other part of it is if she had just had the "tough" (😭plzzzzz its pixels) conversation about not wanting to make the deal anymore, she wouldn't have had to crash out and there wouldn't have been any drama lmfao.

But the takeaway here is, not everyone's personality or humor is going to land the same way for everyone that doesn't mean they deserve negativity over it. You can just not like someone for whatever reason without making it everyone else's problem.

I have a few ppl I don't fuck with because I know they are problematic but that doesn't mean the timeline has to know. That doesn't mean we can't peacefully co-exist in our own spaces apart of the larger community.

So are we all irl scissoring sister besties who are the closest ever? No, lmfao. Lots of times the interaction stays on the timeline and we don't even dm/talk much outside of those interactions. But it is important we show outward positivity.

If anyone is threatened by positivity being shown then they really need to take a deep look at themselves to see where and why they are so hurt. I feel like it's less hurt and more like they feel left out tbh but just join in.

“Bigger blogs saying notes aren’t important are full of shit”

I feel like it's said over and over again by bigger blogs who have been around because the hard truth of the matter is if you only care about notes you are not going to have a good time on this app...at all lmfao.

You are not going to survive as a writer.

Because as we all know notes aren’t always reflective of quality or effort. Someone could have 10k words of the best gut wrenching heart stopping fic and get 2k notes and someone writing a similar trope stripped down to the smut only will have less than 1k words and get 20k notes.

It’s too easy to get caught up in comparisons and being consumed with tracking notes. That’s also another reason I spend more of my time writing and not too much reading others stories or in tags because it's just human nature to compare. If you are more focused on what you are doing then what others are doing won’t matter as much. Also, in more of my fufu spirituality rhetoric the best way to manifest more out of life/the universe is gratitude. A scarcity mindset breeds scarcity. If you constantly think you are never getting enough notes, it's literally never going to be enough. Even if you did get something unseen crazy revolutionary like a 80k note fic, it wouldn't satisfy you. That isn't to say if you consistently only get 100 notes or less be happy and don't try to get more. It means focus on YOU as to why you aren't getting them. Is it layout? tags? grammar? sentence structure? plot holes? opening hook? readability in terms of stark colors or tiny fonts? how can you improve? what's not connecting with your audience? you can still have gratitude and use those 100 notes as a benchmark for your own improvement. That way when you do make "big numbers" it will feel earned based on your own merits and you can see how far you came.

Honestly, what I tend to focus on more than anything is the comment to like ratio. I could have 15k likes, if only 5 people comment, I’m going to feel like a flop lmfao. I want feedback and commentary way more than a high note number.

NGL, if I had 200 comments and like 2 likes I’d be more proud of that then a 20k+ note fic with like 20 comments. It feels the best when someone liked my fic enough to take the time to comment rather than drop a like. I still appreciate likes/reblogs but the comment or reblog with comments/tags will always be what I want more of.

Overall, I’m not telling anyone not to be motivated by the overall number and not to seek it out if that's really what they want and what they feel they need. I’m just saying in my experience that's the fastest way someone will burn out, especially if they aren't doing anything to step their game up to get it and expect it to just come to them.

“Big Blogs are threatened when smaller blogs get attention.”

There’s enough attention for everyone to go around. I can't stress that enough. Before I was a writer I'd consume fanfics like air. There is no big blog that could ever ice you out from readers just from not interacting with you. Readers don't give two shits who big read or reblog if they come across a story they like. Honestly, until I became writer i didnt even look at the timeline or what writers said/did/drama. I found a story through tags and then searched up that authors masterlist lol and went on my way.

However, I don’t know if this qualifies as “threatened” but for example if I am working on a “football player x cheerleader” fic and I see someone else has just posted one halfway through me working on it I will make it a point to not read their fic until im done with mine (if my adhd ass remembers). The reason is I don’t want to be subconsciously influenced or if we do have some similarities as I at least want to have plausible deniability of being inspired lmfao.

Because if I read it and I'm doing something similar I'm gonna feel forced to change my idea and I don't wanna change something I originally thought of. So I don’t know if that's necessarily threatened as much as I want to keep the integrity of my idea separate since it wasn’t a case of inspo originally. I know it would still be my idea regardless since it wasn’t inspo but it still would feel a bit icky to me, personally to keep it in having read someone else's fic and not give them credit. So I avoid that just by not reading similar concepts I'm working on.

You know it's funny because back when I started in 2023 people would deliberately not post a fic that had a similar concept to someone else's right away, they would wait a week or two out of courtesy and not wanting it to look like they were riding coat tails. I have to say I started my fic The Nursery in Oct 2023 and I was going to post the first chapter Jan 2024. I ended up waiting months until August 2024 (i got adhd and worked on other things) to actually post it because someone else wrote a yakuza fic with toji and sukuna and i didnt want to look like I was piggybacking even though my idea was completely different lmfao.

Now the current state of jjkblr is different though with the tikokification of fics. The majority churns out the same concept and no one blinks an eye. I'm not saying ppl should have to wait to post something, I don't think they should but its just more of before people were actively trying NOT to post the same things lmfao. Like I said idk if this qualifies as "threatened" but more of preserving the intellectual integrity of ideas and seeking to be as original as possible. but this leads into the next thing...

“Big Blogs think they own concepts.”

No one owns a concept.

However, I think this one ultimately boils down to a lack of fandom etiquette: you need to give inspo credit where it's due.

For example: “Rockstar Gojo x Talent Agent Reader” is a concept.

If someone writes “Rockstar Gojo who fucks Talent Agent Reader on the tour bus and he didnt know he was accidentally on live and their sex tape goes viral on twitter and she gets fired by record label exec nanami and gojo proposes” and a week later someone else writes “Popstar Gojo who fucks Talent Agent Reader in the studio and he didnt know he was accidentally on live and their sex tape goes viral on TikTok and she gets fired by record label exec nanami and reader and gojo elope” that’s beyond a concept that's their whole ass narrative.

You just reheated their nachos and added on a bit of extra salsa.

Sure it’s not a direct 1:1 plagiarism copy and you wrote it in your own words but in this instance you need to at least give inspo credit for their core plot. If I see that I'm 100% asking for inspo credit.

A concept is abstract. It's very broad and very generic. When you start adding details and plot progression that's when you start building a whole narrative and plot. Sure, some details like getting caught or getting fired might happen similarly but the overall story structure and flow of the fic should not line up 1:1.

Honestly I have never shied away from that either. I give credit if im brainstorming with people. I give credit to beta readers who call out minor plot holes/inconsistencies and give suggestions or just someone reading a fic and telling me if its good or not cause im too in my head lmfao. You know how novels have acknowledgements? I do the same with my fics.

I promise you people will still want to read it regardless of if you were inspo’d or not. We all know by now the fandom loves regurgitated shit lmfao so what's the big deal?

I feel so many people want to be seen as “so original” and want all the shine when you would get just as much shine, if not more, if you just admitted to where the idea for your story came from. No author should be mad about you getting inspired by them and giving them getting inspo credit and if they are then they are the problem not you.

Honestly, if we all want to be a more supportive community we can start there tbh, give credit where its due to big and small writers alike. (yes, there has def been big writers guilty of stealing ideas)

I’ve had plenty people ask me if they can write something inspired by my works and I’ve always said yes. However, 9/10 those people are just people with a lot of integrity as I would have never asked for credit or even thought they read my story because it's something with a similar concept but completely different narrative.

For example like— “Rockstar Gojo x Talent Agent reader who Talent Agent Reader is sick of his party lifestyle and cleaning up his messes. One night reader lets a bit too loose at a celebrity party and Gojo takes care of her for a change and paparazzi catch them fucking in his car and reader isn't taken as seriously anymore in the industry.” That is how you take an idea and make it your own without needing to give inspo credit (if you don't want to) because you transformed it into something different using the same concept. It's still them being caught and readers having work issues but its a completely different dynamic and narrative. If you keep the same dynamic and narrative you need to give credit.

That said, sure, we are all nerds into anime and the similar things. It’s not out of this world two people would write a Rockstar Gojo fic that has a similar plot and post within a week of each other. However, it becomes obvious that inspo was taken when the story narrative follows the exact same pattern and story progression, especially if they are both longer fics or one is longer and the other is basically a shortened version of it.

The fact that @/sweethearticism has gotten so much hate for asking for credit from people who use her OC she customized in extreme detail is pure insanity to me. You don't need to credit her for writing gojo twins—you do need to credit her if you use her twin OC. What's the difference between that and any other OC someone has? Just cause this OC is Gojo's twin and y'all gojo bitches are insane?? lol this is why i clown on him so much cause i swear y'all saw blue hair and white eyes and thought these pixels where a manifestation of christ himself (don't duck if it don't apply). Can we just go around stealing ppl OCs now?? It honestly reads as immaturity and jealousy to me because I doubt she would be getting this hate for anyone else's twin.

The most boring thing to me would be intentionally rewriting someone else's whole fic/idea in my own words. I think it says a lot about the state of fanfiction and this community, of who is out for clout and who lacks creativity by the fact people are advocating more to copy others OCs, narratives, full plots than advocating for the integrity of their own ideas and creativity.

“Big Blogs ignored me.”

Ok this to me has the most simplest answer. First and foremorest, this app/website is buggy asf and I was unintentionally ignoring people, losing asks and not seeing comments when I only had like 40 followers lol.

But now? Depending on your blog size you can get upwards of 40-60k interactions a month, some get way more, 100k or more. There’s a good chance they just didn’t see it.

There is 150+ asks in my inbox right now. I get anxiety just looking at it lmfao. It really triggers my executive dysfunction of freezing up and not doing shit lol. There are times where I don’t want to even be active on the timeline to give an update about a story or share a thought cause I feel guilty and in my mind people are gonna be like “Why isn’t this bitch answering her asks ??” lmfao (i know no one is thinking that but i still cant help but to think they are). Also answering them just lets people know im online and I will answer 3 and get 5 more. Sure I could delete them all and start fresh, or I could turn off asks but I don’t want to make myself unavailable, I do appreciate every ask and I love seeing them. I also don’t answer them until I know I am in the right mood, or not too tired to give them 100% so they just pile up :/

Also this goes without saying or it should but please make sure to read DNI lists/rules before sending in stuff to anyone big or small. If someone says no requests and you send them requests, well duh they are ignoring it. Also do not ask overly personal questions if the writer has not explicitly stated they are comfortable with it. Everyone will have different boundaries, just because you can flirt, trauma dump, story rec one author doesn't mean you can with anyone else.

At the end of the day, no one is obligated to give anyone their time or their energy. If there was a writer who only wanted to drop stories and not interact at all that's still valid. Don't make people's interaction or lack of it a problem find the people who are receptive to you as thats the spaces you will be happiest in.

“Big Blogs think they are above criticism.”

No one on this app is the y/n of jjkblr and y'all have to realize despite what the internet may gas you to believe no one has to give a flying fuck about your opinion and your opinion for damn sure isn't needed just because you personally don't like something.

Not everyone WANTS critique. Big or small. Not everyone is trying to be a novelist one day. A lot of people just want to be goofy, write and make friends on here, that's okay. Not everyone wants to improve or be shakespeare some people just want to vibe in the fandom.

If someone is not open for critique for the love of god, get your head out of your ass and move on. The biggest narcissist of them all is the person who thinks their opinion should matter to everyone else and the content they don't like (which is not actually affecting you because literally close your fucking eyes and scroll a way, no one is forcing you to interact).

If you don't like the subject (etc, dead-dove, violence/incest/noncon) you are not going to be able to give a constructive critique. "Don't write this because xyz" isn't constructive.

There is a lot of delulu people who think they are giving constructive criticism so let's go over what that is.

Constructive:

It focuses on observable behaviors or facts rather than making vague or general statements. "there were some plot inconsistencies..." vs "this story sucks"

It provides clear recommendations or "next steps" that the recipient can actually use to improve. "spend a bit more time on setting each scene and what the characters are doing, so we can picture what's going on better. this [insert] confused me."

Is respectful and is delivered with empathy.

Focused on behavior and not personal attacks or assumptions about a person's character.

Destructive:

Often attacks a person's character ("you're a bad person, abuser, etc cause you write xyz").

Offers no solutions or advice. (you can't stop people from writing but you could suggest they tag things better)

Often is done in public in attempt to humiliate and control someone. (shame and negative reinforcement never works. personally im an aggy bitch and if you try to shame me im just going to do it more lmfao.)

Personally if someone has critique about how my story could be improved, plotwise, character wise, etc please let me know. "I don't like this" "this sucks" is not constructive. "i feel like the romance is rushed because we didn't get a real resolution to xyz" is constructive. "i feel like we did not understand the characters motivations for why he is doing xyz when he is usually know for abc" is constructive. I would be SO ecstatic for real constructive criticism but I've honestly never received it outside of a beta reader.

However, one day, I do want to write a novel. I do regularly google writing tips and keep a list of synonyms, etc. This isn't going to be everyone though so do not assume just because your feedback is constructive that it is wanted.

That's it for now! Hopefully this could humanize everything a bit or just give you a look from my perspective. Stay tuned for my next tedtalk which will be "Black Diaspora influences on Modern Japanese Culture." since we have a lot of anti-black hoes ignorant and confused on just how much Black Culture has influenced Japanese culture and I never want to see "A Japanese man wouldn't..." in regards to Black Culture again. :)