Katri

I like fandom, Cool art and Ships. But most of all, Ao3 and it’s abundance of fics.

[its-b00-baby]

im re-reading yamifin fics (cuz iv read them all), CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY people ALWAYS write finral as inexperienced and yami as experienced in bed

in Canon finral hits and gets hit on by people frequently he obviously has had sex before

meanwhile yami cant even tell someone is asking him on a date when they outwardly say it?!

If ether of them are virgins its yami like let's be so honest rn

I know its stupid, but finral is so constantly written as this small little virgen who knows nothing about sex and cant do anything to please yami properly and yami is written as this super experienced top who has sex super frequently

WHEN IT SHOULD BE THE OPPOSITE (experience wise, fins a bottom dw)

Why cant people just accept that sometimes tops are inexperienced virgins and the bottoms are sluts who have the experience (BECAUSE THATS LIT THERE DINAMIC!!!!)

JUST ONCE I WANT A YAMIFIN FIC THATS WRITTEN PROPERLY AND NOT TOTALLY MISCHARACTERISED , pleasssssse fic writers

I actually know why they do this, but thinking about pisses me off so much, ima just pretend I dont.

[katri-24]

“They killed Rengoku!”

“They killed Regto!”

THEY KILLED FUEGOLEON!!!!!!!

He literally just showed up. Became the best Big Brother figure(tm) in the show and they took him. Like he’s not completely dead right now but he’s actively dying! And then they keep taunting me by showing his lifeless eyes as he’s laying on the ground. Get Minosa in here NEOWWWWWWW

[caseydambro]

2026?

[wikitten]

RIDE OR DIE – #KIMCHAY {a soulmate fanfic}

Porchay made a decision: cut ties with his brother, with the mafia, with everyone who ever hurt him. On the day he confronts Porsche and announces he's selling the house they grew up in, he also buries any hope for a love that never truly existed — Khimhant Theerapanyakun, the man who awakened his heart only to destroy it.

But the universe seems to have other plans. That same night, his soulmate mark appears on his skin: coordinates, date, time. A meeting set at the highest point in Bangkok. And even carrying the scars of the past, Chay allows himself to believe again.

First year. His soulmate doesn't show. Chay almost feels relief — he has a life to rebuild, college to start, a house to sell. He moves forward.

Second year. His soulmate doesn't show. But Chay is stable now: working, studying, finally getting his driver's license. He buys a car. Hope still exists.

Third year. His soulmate doesn't show. And for the first time, Chay wonders if he's the problem. If his soulmate saw him and simply decided to walk away. If even destined love isn't capable of accepting him as he is.

When the clock marks the end of the third empty wait, Chay crumbles. Drinking, sleepless nights, a downward spiral with no end in sight. Until he finds in illegal street racing an escape from all the anguish — speed, risk, the only thing that still makes him feel something.

What Porchay doesn't know is that his soulmate was there every year. Watching from afar. Choosing silence.

Kim never wanted to know who his soulmate was. For him, there is only Porchay: the golden-eyed boy he protects from the shadows, paying for every lie he told, carrying the guilt for the kidnapping he couldn't prevent, for the sadness that now consumes Chay's face. Kim would rather give up his own happiness than trap Porchay in a destiny written with blood and lies.

But when Chay starts risking his life in underground races, Kim can no longer just watch. Even if revealing the truth means destroying what little still remains between them.

In a dangerous game between destiny and choice, Porchay and Kim must decide: how far does love go when the person you're searching for is precisely the one you're running from?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81101461/chapters/213132036

[vani-satur]

okay but the chaos of Wiks fandom post season one 😭cause you know Kim went from cheesy pop love songs to devastating love ballads seemingly overnight and everyone is like HUH??? WIK??? BABYGIRL WHO HURT YOU??? Kims probably out there tweeting cryptic cringey break up poems like a certain someone else, his fandoms like 'i feel so bad for him but also this is the most active he's ever been 😔 he should get his heart broken more often'

[unhinged-millennial]

Shout out to all the Kimchay ao3 authors who are still updating and posting fics. I love and appreciate you. And if you are one of the few who haven't updated in awhile thinking no one reads them anymore, I constantly reread fics and comment saying im still here and enjoy what's been written. Im waiting for the ones who havent updated patiently.

[introspectivememories]

imagine YOU were born into the largest crime family in thailand and imagine that YOU were raised as the deadliest of your brothers and imagine YOU only ever wanted to get out of the damn family and imagine YOU got out and make music for a living now and imagine YOU find out that your brother is obsessed with a certain bodyguard and enough so that he becomes part of your brother's guard and imagine that YOU meet the cutest boy at a university event and knows so much trivia about you but it doesn't matter bc nothings gonna come of it and imagine YOU find out that said cute boy is mysterious bodyguard's little brother and you think okay, i can work with this so you offer guitar lessons for cute boy and imagine that YOU over the course of these lessons slowly but surely start falling for this boy and you try so hard not to because he's just a means to an end but he's sweet and he's kind and the stars live in his eyes and you cant help but kiss his cheek when he confesses and imagine YOU show up to his house unannounced and you spend one glorious afternoon with him in your arms and maybe you think this is how life was supposed to be and have you ever been so deliriously happy before? and then he gets kidnapped and you go to save him and you leave before he wakes up and all this really tells you is that your family is a curse upon everyone it touches and your boy is sweet and kind and he has hopes and dreams and he's too good to be constrained by the lifestyle you were born into so you pull away and it's hard and it's miserable and all you really want is to go back to that sun-soaked afternoon and then he finds out who you really are and he confronts you in front your apartment with teary eyes and he asks a whole bunch of questions that kill you a little like was any of it real? and did you ever love me? and you want to shake him and say my heart lives in your chest now. the world is a little dimmer when i dont have you by my side but you want him to achieve everything he wants out of life and you want him happy and unrestrained so you make yourself cold and dissmissive and you throw out an insincere sorry and you listen to his sobs as you force yourself to walk away and then imagine that YOU find out that he's in danger and he's mad at you and he hates you but you cant stand the thought of him hurt so you let him play his video game as you kill like 8 men and then imagine that after all that you think okay any day now his brother will get him out of this and your boy will live a happy life full of joy and normality and away from guns and bloodshed and you will be nothing but a unhappy blip in his past never mind the fact that every day your heart sings out his name and that every love song you write is about him now but that doesn't happen and his stupid brother takes up the minor family head position and now your boy is firmly ensconced in that awful, warmthless, bloodstained compound and none of what you did matters now and all the hurt you put him through, the hurt you put yourself through, it doesn't matter anymore and YOU come to realize that you broke both of your hearts for nothing. imagine that.

[katri-24]

Yea no, the KimChay section of Tumblr is making me very upset with Kinnporsche and their actions. Even if done of then are justified and are coming from a place of good intentions

[introspectivememories]

imagine YOU were born into the largest crime family in thailand and imagine that YOU were raised as the deadliest of your brothers and imagine YOU only ever wanted to get out of the damn family and imagine YOU got out and make music for a living now and imagine YOU find out that your brother is obsessed with a certain bodyguard and enough so that he becomes part of your brother's guard and imagine that YOU meet the cutest boy at a university event and knows so much trivia about you but it doesn't matter bc nothings gonna come of it and imagine YOU find out that said cute boy is mysterious bodyguard's little brother and you think okay, i can work with this so you offer guitar lessons for cute boy and imagine that YOU over the course of these lessons slowly but surely start falling for this boy and you try so hard not to because he's just a means to an end but he's sweet and he's kind and the stars live in his eyes and you cant help but kiss his cheek when he confesses and imagine YOU show up to his house unannounced and you spend one glorious afternoon with him in your arms and maybe you think this is how life was supposed to be and have you ever been so deliriously happy before? and then he gets kidnapped and you go to save him and you leave before he wakes up and all this really tells you is that your family is a curse upon everyone it touches and your boy is sweet and kind and he has hopes and dreams and he's too good to be constrained by the lifestyle you were born into so you pull away and it's hard and it's miserable and all you really want is to go back to that sun-soaked afternoon and then he finds out who you really are and he confronts you in front your apartment with teary eyes and he asks a whole bunch of questions that kill you a little like was any of it real? and did you ever love me? and you want to shake him and say my heart lives in your chest now. the world is a little dimmer when i dont have you by my side but you want him to achieve everything he wants out of life and you want him happy and unrestrained so you make yourself cold and dissmissive and you throw out an insincere sorry and you listen to his sobs as you force yourself to walk away and then imagine that YOU find out that he's in danger and he's mad at you and he hates you but you cant stand the thought of him hurt so you let him play his video game as you kill like 8 men and then imagine that after all that you think okay any day now his brother will get him out of this and your boy will live a happy life full of joy and normality and away from guns and bloodshed and you will be nothing but a unhappy blip in his past never mind the fact that every day your heart sings out his name and that every love song you write is about him now but that doesn't happen and his stupid brother takes up the minor family head position and now your boy is firmly ensconced in that awful, warmthless, bloodstained compound and none of what you did matters now and all the hurt you put him through, the hurt you put yourself through, it doesn't matter anymore and YOU come to realize that you broke both of your hearts for nothing. imagine that.

[itsbarcodeagain]

[katri-24]

THEY DESERVED BETTER!!!!!!

[writingdose]

this used to be a common knowledge

via AO3Tikli 2022

[a-tangled-mermaid]

Sigh. At least I have this.

[autistichalsin]

Bad writing is great!!!!

Bad writing means you took the time to write something, you, a real human being. It means you created something! And you have the awareness to see that there's room for improvement, too!!!

Bad writing is wonderful!!! Bad writing is a platform from which you can build your masterpiece! Bad writing is the backbone of good writing!

Give yourself permission to write badly. No, actually- give yourself permission to write something TERRIBLE. Give yourself permission to write such drivel that you can barely read it.

Nothing comes out a masterpiece the first time!! You think Isaac Asimov never wrote a total stinker he had to rebuild from the ground up? You think Jules Verne never wrote utter slop for a first draft?

WRITE SOMETHING AWFUL!!! Write something so bad you cringe about it years later!!! And then when that's done, write some more!!!!!

[peppyminx]

My adult zukka in big 2026

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[writingdose]

I love my country

[forgetful-nerd]

Spelling mistakes? I guarantee neither of us saw those at 3:00 AM Monday Morning.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

don’t know who needs to hear this but ao3 is not a social media. it’s an archive. a library. please stop treating it like twitter or tiktok

[katri-24]

Louder for the peeps in the back!!! 🗣️

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN HAS REACHED THE 17 MILLION MILESTONE! 17 MILLION WORKS HAS BEEN POSTED ON AO3

let’s gooooo