Hey yall, I'm not sure how to say this, so ill just do it directly – I think I'm going to shut down this blog, or at least, leave it on an indefinite hiatus.
I think its really burning me out. I keep thinking back on writing something and returning to whatever craze I had when I orignally started writing for sunday; but unfortunately I can't seem to get that back. I currently don't have anything going on in my life, so this isn't really me taking a "break". I keep pressuring myself to write, and any encouragement that tells me its okay to take a break makes me feel even more pressurised to work, because that's all I've been doing. I have no ideas. I have nothing to write. I have nothing interesting to say anymore. It's kind of funny how my last piece is just asat pramad.
I thought about just ignoring my blog and letting myself breathe for a while, but that doesn't work, because a side account i have purely for reblogging is attached to this account, and I end up always loading into this one anyway.
However, i don't regret anything. I made this blog purely because I felt the fandom at the time was hugely lacking in the Sunday x reader department, and I was pretty happy to fill in the niche myself. I think this is more or less just my return to just being a fanfic reader than someone who mainly writes.
I know there will likely be a moment in the future where I will want to write fanfiction – after all, there are many fandoms where a character has a niche pool, or a trope I can't find that satisfies to my particular taste. But I can also tell that will definitely not be the case at all anytime soon. I just want to enjoy playing games and being a lazy piece of shit right now, and knowing my writing blog is rotting in the corner of my mind irks me too much to relax.
So, there you have it. A measly (<- sarcasm) blog of 1.7k ish followers being shut down because she can't be too bothered now that what she wanted has been written. Maybe this isn't the best way to say goodbye, but I like it short and sweet. Don't pity me, nor offer me encouragement. I just do this because I can and want to. Bye.
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hi omg do you have any thoughts and opinions on yandere ratio who resents you DEEPLY for putting his mind in a compromised state by making him have this awful ailment of a crush on you. like he needs you to get away from him youre giving him Cooties but if you talk to other people he gets upset, and if youre by yourself he has the urge to get in close and soak up your presence as much as he physically can. he'll make sure to make Some kind of skin to skin contact and hes really mad at you for making him feel like this a Lot
Hey anon! Glad you sent in this ask. I already have a few good amount of works on yandere dr ratio, of which most do fall into this category! Here's one where he's a 'tsundere' yandere, one where he's not a yandere but an overprotective boyfriend, and this fic where he's your professor who's mean to you because he likes you. If you want more, feel free to send in another ask and maybe I can cook something up!
Lowkey LOVE yanderes that are scared of their own feelings. Not resentful, just scared. They were normal and all of a sudden they just can't stop thinking about you. They know what they're doing is crossing a line, and their hands are shaking while they do it, but it's only temporary. Until they learn how to 'fix' themselves. It's wrong, they know, but it feels so right. They're so scared – it's like someone rewired them until they didn't know their own body the way they physically react to you within facility. It's a bottomless pit that gets more harrowing the longer they look at it; but they can't stop. They're trembling, they're sweaty, they don't fucking know. Oh god, they don't know. It's such a strong feeling that their mind is tearing itself apart. But oh god, they'll cross that line until it blurs into nothingness. And that's scary aswell.
I love u complicated yanderes that don't know how to feel. I love u complicated yanderes that are scared. I love u complicated yanderes that get nervous like a bad dog. I love u complicated yanderes that are just trying their best, spiraling and trying to reel themselves back in all the same. I love u complicated yanderes that are trying to 'fix' themselves because theyre scared of actually facing whatever they're feeling, even more so when it happens to cross every principle, moral value they have. I love u complicated yanderes.
Lowkey LOVE yanderes that are scared of their own feelings. Not resentful, just scared. They were normal and all of a sudden they just can't stop thinking about you. They know what they're doing is crossing a line, and their hands are shaking while they do it, but it's only temporary. Until they learn how to 'fix' themselves. It's wrong, they know, but it feels so right. They're so scared – it's like someone rewired them until they didn't know their own body the way they physically react to you within facility. It's a bottomless pit that gets more harrowing the longer they look at it; but they can't stop. They're trembling, they're sweaty, they don't fucking know. Oh god, they don't know. It's such a strong feeling that their mind is tearing itself apart. But oh god, they'll cross that line until it blurs into nothingness. And that's scary aswell.
Yandere Asat Pramad is fun. But imagine him doing all that yet still manages to fumble
He fumbles reader constantly and the only reason reader is even with him is bc they can't kill a lord ravager 💔💔
Reader leaving one day just straight up going on a vacation without telling Asat despite the various warnings but he geniunely doesn't think reader would try anything but like they're highkeniunely partying it up in another star system NFNDJWKOWOWOW
So the whole time you're away you keep receiving texts that are on completely different spectrums; largely because he's just so susceptible to horrendous moodswings.
Ass-hat pramad: how dare you leave me?
Ass-hat pramad: don't you know i have my hands full? Work isn't compromising! Even for a lord ravager such as myself!
Ass-hat pramad: I know what your contact name for me is.
Ass-hat pramad: im actually impressed. I've been trying to come up with a name for phantylia myself.
Ass-hat pramad: I don't think I can name her fart-tylia
I imagine partly the reason reader also can't stand asat is because of his god awful hand idiom puns. Says shit like "don't bite the hand that feeds you" when he's trying to lean in to give you a peck and you swat him away. But it doesn't even look serious because you're literally high-fiving a purple hand.
"On one hand i have you, and the other i have you, but with a fedora on you!" Because when you annoy him he just holds you with his head-hand amalgamation like how people hold their cats in air jail.
I would say he fumbles reader 24/7, it's just reader can't walk away so he just has infinite retries 💔💔 but I'm only mentioning the funny and annoying parts of what I envision. 90% of the time I imagine he actually loves cuddling up on you or something. Sometimes if you seem too stoic to play along he might don a dress and act like a dramatic widow just to piss you off. Gets you flowers with an apology card but both of them squirt water on you.
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HIII i absolutely loved your yandere Asat Prasad writing!
I was wondering, did they eventually actually get married?(and were the other lord ravengers invited)
I like leaving drabbles like that open ended and on cliff hangers as food for thought. However, as a fun crack au I imagine they DO get married! ..Just, reader doesn't have a say in it </3
Asat pramad is so easy to hate BECAUSE he plays the role of a husband so well. He's actually there when you need him, pays attention to the things you like, is incredibly supportive of whatever you end up doing, and encourages you to be more ambitious if you aren't. How he executes such "kind" actions make them questionable in intention, but it's hard to argue when he's celebrating your 3 month anniversary.. by destroying solar systems in the constellation of your birth month.
So we have a bit of a foundation with expectations here.
I imagine the actual wedding was normal on the surface; prior to his revelation, it was easy to imagine the wedding would have proceeded as normal with him in disguise. But it was so tempting to see your reaction.. its an unfortunate sacrifice.
However, fret not! He still has a beautiful wedding planned.
I imagine its near your isolated little cottage; I mean, after you've travelled such a long way around the cosmos, what better place to celebrate than your forever home? Maybe it's by the beachside, where the Sun gently kisses the horizon as he proclaims his undying devotion to you! ..nevermind the fact you're tied up to a chair, gagged, and perhaps blindfolded. The cherry on top – no one shows up, not even an officiator. Asat Pramad just switches hats to pretend he's the officiator, then switches back to his god awful fedora to kiss you as the groom.
The whole way back (to your home, I should say), he complains about how none of his colleagues showed up to such a wonderful occasion! (They don't gaf) and Nanook didn't even spare a glance. He's almost disappointed, but after watching the color drain from your face by placing you down on the bed, he delightfully informs you he never sent out the invitations anyway. Youre too cute, and who knows? One of them might steal you away! Or eat you up, even.
Maybe Phantylia or Celenova are interested at the very least when the news actually reaches them, but it's moreso the conditions surrounding the actual marriage, than it is you. Phantylia might take a smidgen of interest in you particularly just to ruffle Asat's feathers a little, but it's extremely fleeting and promptly shut down.
Unfortunately (maybe even for Asat), none of the lord ravagers really care.
..however, a certain white haired man might be able to save you from your plight.
My attempt at trying to get a job at Hoyo: ok so what if we put Cyrene in Phainons armor and what if we put Phainon in lingerie
The deep sea snail thats slowly making its way towards me, carrying the inevitability of death, that of which I have avoided for nearly a century and more due to my own irrational fear, despite knowing that all humans do fear is the unknown, but once known and experienced, it is hard to turn back to a state of unknowing: *moves one inch*
Not sure if this was meant for me JDKSKDOW but I'm online dw, I just haven't really had any inspiration in a long time and can't bring myself to write anything. Yall can send in whatever u want in my inbox and I can potentially answer it !
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
This is supposed to be post planarcadia but at the time of writing, planarcadia isn't over/it is currently 4.3. Likely to be ooc. Implications of kidnapping, and of reader possibly hooking it with kafka but very subtle. All the yandere stuff.
Im writing this at 4 in the morning, if u saw any errors, no you didn't ❤
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Strangely enough, Blade doesn't punish you.
He leaves you alone when you lash out. Hardens his gaze at you when you nip a little too far with your words. But it never gets physical. At least, not on his end; he dodges plainly whatever items you throw, eyes calculating on whatever you may throw next.
He'd changed a little after Planarcadia, but to most, it was obvious he still remained the same at his core. You knew, at least, that he'd never truly changed. Just re-mended.
You shift in bed, the first night after he returns. You're left awake after a long time without him; the hard edges you'd become accustomed to had been softened by Kafka's temporary watch over you. But now that he's back, it takes time.
It seems even he struggles to adjust.
You continue to observe carefully ‐ the twitch of his shoulder as he prevents himself from turning back to look at you at a slight shift. You test the waters; breathe in a little deeply and watch him tense.
It takes a little more until he finally relaxes, desensitised.
You watch the low night light dip into the firm musculature of his back; where it disappears behind the harsh dips and hugs the jagged lines of raised skin, where scars are embedded deep.
Finally, you start to get up—
"Did you have enough?"
Blade's hand is on your stomach, palm flat and pressing down. You look at him, and watch as he turns onto his back.
"What?"
"You're restless." His voice is soft, not demeaning yet it still implies accusation, "you keep shifting. What is it?"
You notice how warm he runs now. Where his hand nudges you to lay back down– the heat of his palm seeps into your stomach, heavy and warning, blood hot under his pale skin.
You lay down, slowly, "you were gone a while." You stay facing the ceiling, as his hand retracts, "I got used to having more space."
You stare – or try to – blinking lazily as sleep dances along your lashes, but never truly shuts them. Your gaze trails to where the ceiling meets the walls, where the light of the night lamp casts long shadows, and freezes when you hear Blade shifting.
This time, he was testing you.
You make a point to stay still. His hand wraps around yours under the cover, bandaged fingers weaving between yours.
You imagine how his hair looks as a distraction – The dark tendrils that splay over the pristine, soft sheets. How they slip between your digits like silk. The way they darken and swirl along the water currents when you bathe together.
When blade was away; you missed the odd parts. You hated him, but tending to his hair was the more normal part of your routine. Bandaging his wounds made him feel like he was a more human lover. And Kafka's perfume was a great trouble to you; especially when they clung to your sheets after she'd left – a pitiful attempt at restoring that normalcy, you'd imagine.
Blade smelled different. Of your shampoos and soaps, yes, but he smelled different.
He smells different – you knew it then, as you knew it now. The smell of his sweat, metallic and ancient, something like fragrant wood left to age. Like blade rusted with blood. He smelled of ages long spent, over the forgery of iron and something sweltering deep inside.
His cheek rests on your shoulder, his heavy arm resting across your midsection.
"Like before," he says, voice softer than before, "you'll get used to it."
"Like before." You repeat. Like before.
Like the early days when you'd started to settle in with these cosmic terrorists. Only back then – you did not have even a warmth to call home. True to what he wanted, Blade was ice cold to the touch, and he was horrible at physical comfort. Stiff and rigid, like the dead.
It was a few nights of struggle when you got very little sleep at all, that Blade somehow came up with the idea to tell you stories.
At night, his voice was soft. Perhaps that was his best show at love, behind the jagged cuts of his obsession and the trembling strings that were taut with lust – there was comfort in such a dreary thing as his voice. Baritone and low.
"..I have no stories to placate you," his thumb rubs soothingly where his palm lays heavy, "not ones that I haven't told you already."
You think about how there could be a more tolerable future. After all, if you survived him being marastruck and to the brink of insanity, what could you not survive?
If it had been your past self, they would not have even looked at you to curse you. But you know well and better than to ruminate.
You close your eyes, and tighten your fingers around where his hand had found yours under the sheets. You know well that you may aswell be already cursed.
"Tell me anyway."
you know the curse,
"I missed you,"
You know its name,
"Yingxing."
And you both know, he's a curse that mends itself.
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Lowk raiden shogun has AURA. She had that shit on. Yk how insane she was hitting that meditation pose? The aura loss from her fanservice needs to be studied. They geniunely butchered her. One of the many female characters that have lost insane potential simply for the sake of fanservice
No because you're so real. I'm so disappointed with Genshin too. I stopped playing a little after Natlan came out and just switched to HSR. I'd spent sooo much time on Genshin, I always knew about it since it came out and watched playthroughs on YouTube before I finally managed to get a new phone to download it on. And god, I miss those early days so so much, I spent a whole like two years on the game just to see it turn out like this... no offense if others still like it its just. Not the same anymore. Its kinda a mess.
Exactly 😭😭 you get it. People love constantly retorting back to complaints and criticisms but like dude, we've been playing this game for a long time and have invested a lot into this that isn't just money. It's not us complaining senselessly, it's us asking the company behind a game we've spent years with "why can't you get better?" Its geniune grief and sadness for losing something we once held in high regard.
I am still of the belief that Natlan was rewritten last minute; can you imagine doing both fontaine and natlan altogether? Just for a moment, imagine you can do both archon quests in one day. It will geniunely baffle you the quality drop you will sense from Natlan. Makes you wonder who in the writing team they fired, if they had any at all by the time Natlan rolled around. They VEEEERY slightly did redeem themselves with Nod krai, but I have my own gripes with that aswell.
I miss the era where genshin's lore had just started to expand. I remember the hype when Shenhe froze that wave. When raiden was first revealed as the first antagonistic archon. I remember the hype the fandom grew to when Scaramouche/Wanderer had his arc. I personally loved the sumeru quests. Fontaine was gorgeous and the underwater exploration was fun. Now most mechanics are locked behind kits.
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Whenever I see phainon in some official artwork or the other hes ALWAYS in layers. I always assumed he was extremely warm bodied, but now I wonder if he's actually cold temperature wise? As in "gives away so much of it that he has none for himself" kinda cold? Maybe he's constantly expelling heat at such a rapid rate that, although his surroundings are basically burning up in flames, he's always cold to the touch.
I mean, vessels don't have warmth of their own, do they?
Its been a good while since I left genshin, but man. I still get so upset about it. I was a 1.2 player man. I was so hyped about everything new that would come out.
