I've always wanted to create a whole blog for me to yap about things I write in a fic, but I don't want to make a wordpress blog because it feels like a serious gig, but I don't want to stay in twitter because of obvious reasons, and bsky is a good option but I feel like making long post without having to separate it. So, tumblr it is.
I'll make this as my pinned, so let me just introduce myself here too.
Hi, I'm aruhime at ao3, and I mainly write bxb kpop RPF. That will be all over my account, so if kpop RPF isn't your thing then just scroll away or block me.
Here, hopefully, I will post things about inspo, random trivia while writing, wip sneak peeks, or just rambling in general.
I have a carrd, originally created for my twt account, but I'll link it here too since I'm lazy to retype what is inside there.
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hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"
Princess: an effeminate and relatively youthful male homosexual or lesbian (1931-4)
Daffodil: effeminate young man (1925)
To throw a fuck into: to have sex with (1919)
Top sergeant: a masculine lesbian (1939) [‘she takes command of the girls’ privates’]
Lily: penis (1919)
Wolf: sexually aggressive man (1847); a homosexual top (1918)
Soul kiss: a deep kiss, involving putting one’s tongue into one’s partner’s mouth (1907)
Tom: a lesbian (1909); [in 'old tom'] prostitute catering to lesbians (1966)
Church mouse: a male homosexual who frequents crowded churches in order to fondle any potential sex partners. (1941)
Discover one's gender: to accept or acknowledge one’s homosexuality (1941) / Lose one's gender: To return to living as a heterosexual
Minty: a masculine lesbian (1941)
Also a lot of early 20th century vulgarity is recorded in Letter from My Father, which is a collection of letters published by a man who's dad was, in short, a major slut and human disaster who wrote about his sex life for his son. It's insane. You can find copies of it online & it's a wild fucking read (literally!) and I think a really interesting look at the life of a person who goes against our stereotypes of what people in the past were "supposed" to be like.
Anyways feel free to add y'all's favs to this post. & if you use this for gay historical fanfic please share with the class
#OH THIS IS EXTREMELY EXTREMELY HELPFUL#writing#resources#saving for later#maybe i should move my 1920s story from '25 to '27 because..... bro..........
note for writers: these are dated to the first time they were recorded, not necessarily to their first use. I imagine for many of these, they came about naturally through spoken language before they were written down anywhere. This is especially true of more underground slang because it's probably being recorded (in ways we still have) the least. So if you wanna use a term but it's a little off date-wise, give yourself some wiggle room.
also gonna take this moment to highlight two more i found recently:
Best boy: a sweetheart, a boyfriend, a husband. (1893) [w the obvious equivalent term 'best girl']
Honeydripper or honeydrips: a sexual partner (1917)
Like. Honeydripper?????? That's so horny I can't stop thinking about it. We need to bring THAT back
“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times
after YEARS of seeing this quote online and finding it to be the most deeply and resoundingly profound writing i finally found the source article and absolutely nothing could prepare me for this opening paragraph
mature, no archive warnings apply, ratings may change
established relationship, alternate universe - college/university, making out, yearning in horny
just another yutdaeng that I made up in a whim
part 1 of ?
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When Daeyoung let out his slight moan that time, unprompted and bare, the sound lingered in Yushi’s head for days. He remembered how they opened their eyes at the same time; Yushi, surprised and very much turned on, and Daeyoung, embarrassed, but he let Yushi know of his embarrassment that he decided to pull Yushi into a proper kiss.
They had been kissing, as usual. For some reason that Yushi had been very patient for, and made Daeyoung slightly frustrated—undetected, surprisingly—they hadn’t moved from their kissing stage after Yushi confessed to Daeyoung about his affections towards the younger three months ago.
It wasn’t like Daeyoung wasn’t dropping hints—he was practically grinding against Yushi’s thighs when they made out on the other day, with the shirt off and his fingers tangled in Yushi’s now-cropped short hair. This time, too, Daeyoung sucked on Yushi’s neck with a mission, and Yushi was all pliant and soft and equally eager on top of him—but no matter how hard Daeyoung jerked his hips upwards, how frustratingly he gripped Yushi’s unclothed waist, Yushi didn’t show the intention of moving to bed. Daeyoung wanted Yushi to fuck him, for god’s sake, but apparently his boyfriend was too oblivious.
It had been a normal day. With the sort of weather that was neither cold nor hot—and for another mutually unknown reason—Yushi insisted that Daeyoung wouldn’t be fully undressed. His pastel green shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest and soft stomach. And Yushi would be sitting on his lap, his knees bent on either side of Daeyoung’s thighs. This was easy; this was their routine.
And, driven by some unknown force (read: just the horny impulse of college students), Yushi slithered his lips from Daeyoung’s face to his neck, and down to his pecs—and while he cradled Daeyoung’s cheek with one hand, thrusting his thumb into his mouth, Yushi took Daeyoung’s right nipple into his mouth and did an experimental suck.
Their room had been full of kissing noises and heavy breathings, lips smacking and their tiny moans. But when Daeyoung mewled, gaping with a thumb pressed against the wall of his mouth, his hot breath washed over Yushi’s thumb and, interestingly, carried over into his chest, and—you called it—his cock.
Yushi withdrew abruptly, head tilting up to meet Daeyoung’s face just a few distance above him. He looked like he was about to cry.
Yushi had expected him to complain about something—after all, Daeyoung was someone who had a lot to say when he was with Yushi—but he didn’t. He only pulled Yushi up; his palm was warm on the back of Yushi’s neck when he drew him in, going for another round of kissing.
They stopped when someone’s phone was ringing somewhere—Yushi’s—and when he scrambled to get it, the expression on Daeyoung’s face was still the same.
“You’re just plain dumb at this point,” Riku said to him once, and he refused to elaborate. Yushi didn’t get it, and he’d forgotten about it after some time. It came back when he answered his phone, something about his part-time application on the college union, and he wasn’t able to pay attention because Daeyoung was still on the sofa, buttoning up his shirt with such a miserable expression that he only made when he saw those cry-baiting ads.
Yushi didn’t like that expression on Daeyoung’s delicate, puppy-like face. A small voice in his head that sounded too similar to Riku told him that it was his fault.
“The old magic persists thanks to it’s unfathomable power.”
No, the old magic persists because the new magic can’t run the legacy spells I need to do my job, and keeps trying to install spirits I don’t want or need onto my orb.
Look, if the new magic didn't have a personality construct that kept trying to tell me which spells to use, maybe I wouldn't still be using the old magic.
You try to get guidance for the new magic and the king's sorcerers maybe will answer you in a few days with an unhelpful suggestion to buy the newest orb.
You need guidance for the old magic and a dozen retired middle-aged wizards will pop up to explain it to you rune by rune if necessary.
oh and also I was thinking, but since baek saheon is a black sheep chihuahua (goat) of the sekwang rescue team, and he has no friends, and they dont like him and lizard is a lizard so he wouldnt approach to explain but dude most likely expected to have a different outcome of giving away his points. he doesn't know soleum is from a different world, all he knows is that his agent is a radioactive goo and he can be cured if they make dream solution.
and since he is like 99,99 sure but doesn't want to admit that his agent is soleum, he doesn't really want to perceive it, so he most likely would not stick around too close to wait until they make a wish to know that the goal is not exactly pure recovery.
but he must have been restless thinking about what if he is being scammed. wanting to know If it worked.
And so when he comes around there is no his favorite agent, no damned kim soleum and there is probably just a sniffing ryu jaekwan somewhere in the corner coughing while smoking a cig. Cause everyone got things to do
and baek saheon thinks damn I got fucking scammed
So he most likely confronts ryu jaekwan
And jaekwan is like
Citizen, he is gone.
And baek saheon thinks damn they fucking killed my guy holy fuck
Then obviously he sits under the rain in a cardboard box
They're squeans I'm pretty sure! If they pop like that anyway. But the term for this kind of "symbol to refer to the general vibe of something in art" is called "Emanata" because it emanates from a person or object.
