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[sofarraway]

fic stats meme

Tagged by @gosiksmallspace (thank you, darling 💜)

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

fic with the most hits flashfics of mjjw. pretty proud of one of the stories called "cold metal". something about moonjo and jongwoo's braceletless wrist :)

second most kudos: all mine It has been only what—weeks? A couple of months, at most?—since he picked up his beloved from the hospital and brought him to his place. He doesn’t even have to do much, no low trickery nor sophisticated manipulation, and still he gets to see his darling bloom, again and again, slowly but surely, and more ethereal each time in the most pleasing way.

third most comments: he's dreaming But then again, since when does Seo Moonjo let the ways of this world stop him from doing whatever he wants?

fourth most bookmarks and fifth most words: lullaby Exhaling a deep sigh, Jongwoo mindlessly opens his eyelids. It's the first mistake in his attempt of survival, because what he sees next, unexpectedly, is another pair of dark irises staring right back at him.

fic with the least words: here we are When Moonjo opens his eyes, he understands immediately what is happening to him.

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[stories-by-hails]

For anyone who needs this

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!!

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nothingbutloveforyou

[sofarraway]

"Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you."

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Oh my yes of course! My prayers will always be with you and your family!

[bicreature]

I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw, a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

[ecrivainsolitaire]

Some types of unreliable narrator:

The Watson: is present for the event but does not have the same level of perception as protagonist

The Lemony Snicket: isn't present for the event, reconstructs the facts based on later research, can get things wrong or incomplete

The Ted Moseby: is present for the event but has romanticised and embellished their memory of it through nostalgia to an extent that you cannot fully believe it; is also prone to misremembering or outright forgetting details.

The Katniss Everdeen: is present for the event, is the protagonist, but is completely foreign to the world and out of their depth so they don't quite understand a lot of what is going on.

The Rose Quartz: is present for the event, but due to their personal agenda or feelings of shame hides and embellishes what actually happened in favour of a version that paints them in a better light.

The Big Brother: overwrites what actually happened in favour of propaganda.

The Jonathan Harker: is absolutely clueless about what is going on around them and the genre they're in so their perception of events is tinted by their own naivety.

The Goob: the narrator's own emotional bias clouds their judgement of what really happened.

The Tyler Durden: the narrator is suffering from hallucinations and doesn't realise it.

The Pi: the narrator has survived a traumatic experience and copes with it by turning it into a wonderful tale.

[sofarraway]

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[farraway]

He can feel his skin and flesh being torn apart, needle being pierced into his nails Blood pumping his vessels as they carry the pain to the very tips of his fingers

[farraway]

[farraway]

[farraway]

I want to be capable of creating something beautiful. But I want to be capable of destroying them too.

[farraway]

i want to see the desolation that aren't reflected in the mirror. i want to hear the screams of pain that aren't choking my throat. i want to taste the blood that isn't dripping from the back of my hands. i want to feel the emotions that aren't my own.

[novlr]

What are some good ways to write about winter?

Winter. is a season of stark contrasts and sensory experiences. It provides the perfect canvas to paint vivid scenes that range from cosy romances to horror-filled stormy nights.

When writing about winter, it’s essential to capture the essence of its chill and the way it can transform the world. Here are some quick tips!

Sights

A blanket of pristine snow covering the landscape

Bare tree branches coated with frost

Delicate snowflakes drifting from the grey sky

Icicles hanging like crystal daggers from rooftops

Colourful clothes stark against the white of snow

Sunlight reflecting off the snow, creating a blinding glare

Animal tracks stamped into the powder

Frozen lakes and puddles

Man-made objects like snowmen and snow angels

Lights shining against dark backdrops

Sounds

Snow muffling and dampening the usual noises

Boots crunching on the frozen ground

People laughing and shouting as they play

Wind howling through barren branches

Ice cracking underfoot or on distant lakes

The silence of a snow-covered world

Shovels scraping against sidewalks

Snowballs hitting their targets with soft thuds

Branches creaking, laden with snow

The rustle of animals keeping warm in burrows

Smells

The fresh, clean scent of snow in the air

Wood smoke curling from chimneys

The earthy aroma of damp wool from coats and gloves

The sharp tang of frost and cold metal

Hot chocolate and marshmallows

Pine needles and the subtle scent of evergreen

Baking spices from holiday treats

The slight ozone smell before a snowstorm

Wet dog from snowball fights with furry friends

Leather and polish from well-worn boots

Activities

Building snow forts and castles

Ice skating on a frozen pond or rink

Snowshoeing through a silent forest

Curling up by the fire with a good book

Skiing and snowboarding down powdery slopes

Brisk walks to enjoy the winter air

Hiking up snowy mountains for panoramic views

Having snowball fights with friends or family

Feeding birds or wildlife braving the cold

Decorating the home with festive lights and ornaments

Character body language

Shivering and huddling for warmth

Rubbing hands together or blowing on them for heat

Shoulders hunched against the biting wind

Slipping and steadying oneself on icy patches

Squinting against the bright snow glare

Snuggling into oversized coats and scarves

Stamping feet to restore circulation

Clapping hands to keep the cold at bay

Arms wrapped around the torso for warmth

Quick, brisk movements to minimise exposure to the cold

Positive descriptions

The serene beauty of a snow-covered meadow at dawn

The invigorating feeling of cold air filling your lungs

The cosiness of a warm blanket on a frosty night

The joy of catching snowflakes on your tongue

The camaraderie of coming together to shovel snow

The nostalgia of winter holidays and traditions

The satisfaction of making the perfect snowball

The wonder of ice patterns on windows

The laughter and excitement of a snow day

The glistening of a frosted evergreen in the sun

Negative descriptions

The biting sting of the wind against exposed skin

The numbness of fingers and toes in the cold

The dreariness of shortened, grey days

The inconvenience of navigating slushy streets

The isolation of a blizzard keeping everyone indoors

The discomfort of wet socks and snow in your boots

The hazard of black ice on sidewalks and roads

The burden of heavy layers and winter gear

The dull ache of a cold that lingers

The gloom that can accompany the lack of sunlight

Helpful adjectives

Biting, chilly, frosty, glacial, icy

Crisp, brisk, sharp, piercing, raw

Fluffy, powdery, crunchy, slick, slippery

Dreary, overcast, bleak, sombre, grey

Cosy, snug, warm, toasty, plush

Twinkling, sparkling, shimmering, glistening

Silent, muffled, still, hushed, quiet

Fresh, clean, invigorating, brisk, bracing

Nostalgic, traditional, joyous, festive, celebratory

Isolating, inconvenient, burdensome, hazardous, gloomy

[farraway]

it's happening again.

the tight feeling deep inside his chest. the painful thrumming of his heart against his ribcages.

deafening both his ears with how loud it beats. silencing the crowded and cramped hell he has to live in.

something is trying to get out. something inside him is trying to get out.

something monstrous, yet so very human. something foreign, yet feels like coming home. something insane, something raging.

it hurts. it burns. make it stop. make it stop. make it stop. help help help hELP HELP HELP HELL-

"darling."

cold palm against his face. long finger sliding the wet cheek under his eyes.

the world around him comes back. clean smell of his hospital ward, thin fabric of his white blanket, pricking pain of his infusion needle on the back of his hand--it all comes back.

familiar black irises staring right back at him. their faces are so close to each other that he can feel the other man's lashes as they flutter. sensing the vibration in the air as he speaks.

"why are you crying?"

that deep voice. that corpse pale skin. those blood red lips.

it's him. the cause of this all. the source of his misery. the very man that destroyed his life.

[farraway]

Moonjo still remembers in vivid details the night his darling bloomed.

Covered in thick blood, the bracelet of teeth trinkling around his wrist with every move he made. He was so beautiful—so wonderful. And yet, Moonjo knows that his darling hasn’t reached his full potential. Still too afraid to embrace the ethereal thing that is his true self, still too overwhelmed by how euphoric it feels to take the life out of others.

Oh, the first taste of death. The indescribable thing taking over your chest and mind when you kill a human being for the very first time. The very same thing that Moonjo so desperately hope for his darling to taste…

And Moonjo watched in awe as his beloved was feeling it all. The high temperature of the liquid leaking out of his victim, their loud screams turning into sobs and eventually silence, the delirious madness burning inside his beloved’s eyes…

It almost disappointed him when he learned that they took his darling to a psych ward. That they were trying to convince him that he was dead. That his darling had killed him. That he was hallucinating him. And that his darling almost believed them.

“Not that it matters now.”

Moonjo kneels down, looking up at his beloved’s face from the hospital’s clean floor. His voice low and full of endearment, his lips curved into a soft smile. His eyes full of tenderness as they intently stare at his darling’s disturbingly empty ones.

“Now I am here.”

Both his hands rest on Jongwoo’s lap, gently squeezing his opened palms. Jongwoo doesn’t retract his hands, doesn’t even flinch when Moonjo brings them closer and closer to his lips.

Moonjo lands a kiss on the back of his beloved’s hand as he closes his eyelids, embracing the warmth that touches his lips and spreads through his whole body.

“Now you and I will be together forever.”

Oh, darling… it has been too long.

[farraway]

What's the point of hurting if I'm not bleeding?

[farraway]

"Tsk tsk tsk. Darling..."

His voice is low, full of mockery and fake tenderness. He puts his long fingers underneath her chin, gently making her look at him in the eyes once again.

"Don't be too sad that I hate you," he says, eyes scanning all the repressed emotions leaking from her face. "Just because I find you worthless doesn't mean you are worthless to the rest of the world."

A smirk. His eyes glinting with disgust and contempt. The last things she witnesses before she feels a sharp pain underneath her chin, thick hot liquid gushing out from her neck, drenching her chest.

And then black.

Pitch black.

[farraway]

a sleeping beauty AU in which knight!JW wanted to wake up the sleeping beauty!MJ but before his lips reached MJ's, he opened his eyes and smirked, "I've been waiting so long for you, jagiya." and devoured him and locked him in the tower forever in eternity.

maybe the evil queen = the dragon = sleeping beauty?