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— nsfw, dead dove, selfcest/twincest/incest contents; read this b4 following.
— english is not my first language. i just want to make new friends, know nth about tumblr.
— main fandoms; sousou no frieren, disney twisted wonderland, honkai: star rail,…
— writing request; open.
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i’m opening my international commissions soon, and i wanted to celebrate this little new beginning by hosting a small raffle for the community.
three lucky winners will receive an original digital piece made entirely from scratch by me; from the words themselves to the visual direction, layout, animation, and code.
the final website will be hosted permanently on netlify, so you’ll have a little interactive piece of art that you can revisit whenever you like. 🎐
original poem of up to 40 lines + advanced animation effects + a fully developed interactive layout.
— 2nd place; popular package
original poem of 15–25 lines + smooth scroll triggers + transitions + an atmospheric web layout.
— 3rd place; base package
original poem of 10–15 lines + a clean visual layout + gentle fade-in effects.
each piece will be written and designed around the prompt, character, or idea you give me; so please feel free to bring me something personal, strange, fictional, melancholic, dramatic, or simply pretty.
🧺 how to enter;
— follow my blog; @mylittledearlian .
— reblog this post; likes are very appreciated, but unfortunately they won’t count as entries.
— reply to this post or tag someone with the prompt, character, fandom, oc, or theme you would like me to create for you if you win.
that’s all. ♡
📜 a few tiny rules;
— please no raffle-only blogs or bot accounts.
— winners will need to provide a clear brief or character concept within 4 days after the announcement; this gives me enough time to begin the creative process.
— by entering, you agree that the finished websites may be displayed publicly as part of my commission portfolio.
— please make sure the prompt you submit is something you’d genuinely like to see turned into a little piece of interactive art; i want these to feel like gifts rather than just prizes.
⏳ raffle timeline;
— the raffle starts today.
— entries close on august 28th at 11;59 pm (gmt+7).
— winners will be selected randomly and announced right here on this blog.
thank you so much for being here and supporting my work as i begin opening commissions internationally. it genuinely means a lot to me. 🪽
good luck to everyone entering, and i hope you have a lovely day ahead. ♡
even though we haven’t interacted on tumblr yet, i’ve dealt with this before so i’m saying this in advance to avoid drama.
i’m pro-fiction and a gatekeeper. i genuinely don’t care how fiction works for you — just let me enjoy what i enjoy in peace. i’m asian (and yk how fandom spaces are over here, esp in cn/jp/vn circles). i get really uncomfortable when people question me about this stuff.
i gatekeep idia? that’s my business. i ship incest/selfcest? they’re literally just pixels. don’t start problems with me over fictional content.
i can be mean if pushed, and i won’t hesitate to call out anyone who tries to bother me. let’s just mind our own spaces, yeah?
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Countless times, Frieren had absentmindedly gazed up at that vast stretch of blue sky — a domain once considered the territory of demons, a heaven of freedom that neither humans nor elves could easily dream of reaching. She wanted to touch it, to stretch out her hand toward that boundless sea of sky, to experience what it felt like to reign above, if only once.
“One day, humans will conquer the sky.”
The voice echoed faintly in her ears, like a prophecy rumbling straight into her mind. How frightening it sounded.
Someone. Some person Frieren could no longer remember. Yet she was certain it had been a drunken madman, daring to plant such absurd fantasies into the mind of an elf; and now, throughout the long flow of years, as the world continued to turn and her memories wore thin and faded, she still could not forget those outrageous words.
The wind arrived with the scent of morning mist, sweeping her shimmering golden hair upward along its current. A faint fragrance drifted in the air, lingering stubbornly at the tip of Frieren’s nose. Strangely familiar.
The scent of endless forests.
The scent of wild grass.
And the scent of rosemary.
They blended together in harmony, mingling with the wildflowers dancing through the air before drifting into the blue sky, then falling gently to brush against Frieren’s nose like a kiss.
If only Frieren could be like those petals — light, weightless, and able to soar. Or perhaps she could become a bird of the open skies, spreading her wings and gliding far away. Just imagining the sensation of floating within that endless expanse made her feel as though her soul was already drifting.
She wanted to fly, like the demons.
Frieren wanted to fly.
To rise high, to pass through layers of snowy clouds, to become one with the sky.
How wonderful that would be.
In the end, all Frieren truly wanted from flight was simple: to touch the sky just once. To “conquer the sky,” so that the longing with no clear beginning would finally stop haunting her whenever she looked up at that vast blue above.
“Flight magic is quite convenient, isn’t it, Master Frieren?”
“Indeed.” Only about eighty years ago, the sky had still belonged to demons, and yet now humans had begun to conquer gravity itself.
It felt like a dream.
Far too miraculous.
.
“Frieren, when do you think humans will be able to freely fly like birds?”
The corners of the elf’s eyes stung, dry and faintly red. The madman who had given her hope for humanity’s freedom in the skies had been none other than the hero — her companion — Himmel. And every time she thought back on it, she was convinced he had never been quite normal. Ridiculously foolish, in a way. Much like herself. Two dreamers, alike in their absurdity, and yet somehow, those two foolish beings had taken step after step toward making that seemingly impossible dream real, blending illusion with reality.
How insane.
“I don’t know. Perhaps it will only take a little longer.” Though she knew it sounded absurd, deep within her mind Frieren still imagined a day when humanity would fly like the wind. She and the Hero’s party were, after all, the ones meant to create the conditions that would allow humans to learn how to rise.
“Frieren, make sure to look at the scenery from the sky for me as well.”
Not a bad request.
From the sky, looking down upon the world, everything would seem so small. Towering green mountains would become mere tall stones, raging rivers like gentle streams. Perhaps only the sky would remain vast and unchanged.
As if sensing the thoughts in her mind, Himmel smiled with curved eyes. “After all, the sky is the one thing that will never change.”
The sky never changes. No matter how all things transform, no matter how the world shifts and alters its form, the sky remains the sky — high and blue.
.
“I’ll be waiting for you at the edge of the horizon.”
It turned out Frieren’s obsession had never truly been about flying itself.
It was about touching the blue sky.
Reaching out her hands to embrace it, to feel the true shape of the heavens.
Frieren closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the sky was still the sky. Yet something dawned on her only now, as though she had finally awakened from a long, wandering dream.
She suddenly noticed that Himmel had the “color” of the sky.
The color of vastness.
The color of blue.
“Himmel” also means “sky.”
.
When she opened her eyes, the sky was still high and distant.
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Pale night light slid lazily across the windowsill, pooling softly over the beautiful stream of black hair of the noble fae prince. Malleus’s hair was far too pretty, you thought, to the point that you simply couldn’t look away. You had only meant to say it offhandedly — just a bold little thought that passed through your mind as you sat beside Malleus under the ancient tree near Ramshackle’s porch. Thick leaves layered above you, blocking out most of the starlight, and it felt as though the world had narrowed down to only the two of you.
“Hornton,” you called gently, fingers still fiddling with the hem of your clothes. “Would you like… me to braid your hair?”
A brief silence followed your question. Then his dark green eyes blinked slowly, as if he had just caught sight of a falling star drifting into view.
“Braid my hair?” he asked with quiet interest, his voice low and smooth. For some reason, Malleus’s voice always made your heart flutter restlessly.
You nodded, a little shy. “Mm. I just think your hair is really beautiful… like black velvet. I wanted to try touching it, just once. I’m only curious though, it’s fine if you don’t want to…” Your voice grew softer and softer as you spoke, until the last words were nearly swallowed by the cool night breeze brushing against your skin.
“Then I must thank the Prefect for noticing a beauty that not every human can perceive,” he tilted his head with an amused smile, his lovely black hair sliding over his shoulder. Even his smile was dazzling enough to make you freeze for a moment, overwhelmed. He sat down in front of you, obedient to an almost gentle degree — far too gentle for someone people whispered about as the ‘Dragon Prince.’
The moment your fingers touched a lock of his hair, you realized it was much softer than you had imagined; not prickly nor cold like the rumors that painted him as frightening. It was simply hair: long, smooth, and faintly scented with flowers that bloomed late into the night. As you worked on the braid, Malleus barely moved. In fact, he even lowered his head slightly on purpose, worried that the smallest motion might disrupt your careful handiwork.
“Are you truly braiding my hair, child of man? Or are you afraid of hurting me?” he teased with a quiet chuckle.
“I-I am!” you replied, embarrassed. “I’m just scared I might ruin your hair.”
“It is alright. Do as you please.”
The situation was oddly amusing — you were the one who might hurt him, yet he was the one reassuring you instead. Still, you continued braiding slowly and carefully, completely unwilling to tangle such beautiful hair even a little.
“All done!” you cheered softly, tying the finished braid with a small ribbon.
Malleus lifted a hand to touch the freshly braided strand, his eyes widening in rare surprise. His gaze toward you shimmered like that of a child receiving their very first gift.
“How wondrous,” he murmured. “Humans always possess such unique ideas.”
“Fufu~ then I would like to try as well!” a cheerful voice suddenly cut into the quiet atmosphere.
You jolted and turned around sharply, only to find Lilia grinning brightly behind you.
“Lilia-senpai?!”
You hadn’t even noticed when he arrived. One hand rested on his hip, his curved pink eyes gleaming with excitement. Lilia glanced at Malleus’s braid, then at you, his expression lighting up as if he had just discovered a brand new form of entertainment.
“I wish to have my hair braided too,” Lilia sang playfully. “It would be quite unfair if only Malleus received such special treatment from you.”
Malleus frowned slightly. “Lilia.”
“What?” Lilia laughed, casually plopping down beside you before you could even react. “I am also your respectable guardian, am I not, Malleus?”
You could only let out a helpless laugh. And somehow, your hands resumed the same task as before — this time with shorter hair, faintly carrying the scent of roses. Lilia hummed an old, ancient melody, while Malleus sat quietly beside you, his gaze never once leaving your figure.
The night grew deeper, and the silver moon silently illuminated the three of you in the quiet corner of the courtyard.
“Next time, braid my hair again, child of man,” he said softly. “Only mine.”
hi, this is my first time using tumblr (i’m mostly active on facebook & ao3) and ngl i feel like a total newbie here 😭 i’ve been writing fanfics for a really long time, but being on this platform is like starting from lvl 1 again.
so i kinda wanna step out of my comfort zone, make some fandom friends, and maybe start taking ficlet requests! i’d be super happy if anyone wants to drop prompts/ideas for me to write ✨
fandoms i currently accept:
— twst.
— hsr.
— aov.
(i only write character x reader)
please try to send a somewhat specific prompt/idea if possible! it helps me a lot with the vibe and direction of the fic 💌
small note: i hardcore gatekeep idia shroud so i won’t be taking requests for him 😔🙏
feel free to send in any requests! fluff, angst, comfort, etc. are all okay, but i won’t write mature contents.
that’s all for now! looking forward to interacting with you guys and getting to know more people in the fandom 🫶
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In the night breeze, where melodies from the main stage still linger, the crowd’s cheers are soaring across skyscrapers like crashing waves. Jay has just left that stage with his makeup untouched, his black coat slung over his shoulder, and his heart pounds hard, not from the post-show rush, but from a quick message he just received from Jungwon 10 minutes ago: [Im outside rn.]
Outside… He was outside for real. Neither in the VIP lounge nor under the stage, but behind the metal fence, which was so far away, outside of his stage. Even so, the speakers’s echoes were still (seem to be) loud enough to sting his sensitive ears.
Jay seemed to have sprinted - as if his life were on the line.
He sees Jungwon standing next to the street light with a small suitcase by his leg, the familiar turtle backpack hugged his tummy, and a pair of soundproof headphones covering his ears, serving as his one shield, shielding him from the noisy world. The dim yellow glow was cast on his face, and at the sound of Jay’s voice, it filled those tired eyes of Jungwon with bright light. Upon seeing such a scene, Jay thinks only of rushing towards him to take his baby in his embrace.
"Won," he instinctively whispers his name, his voice so soft and gentle, as if anything louder would hurt his child.
Jungwon turns around, showing him neither a scold nor a sulk, but a genuine sweet smile. “Happy Birthday.” Such a scene was enough for tears to well up in Jay’s eyes.
Then, out of the blue, he raises his hand, covering Jungwon’s left ear from the roaring motorcycle from afar. The gesture has become so familliar, even Jay can’t recall when it first happened, perhaps from that time when Jungwon covered his ears from the fireworks. Couldn’t tell who was the one more frightened back then.
“You see the show all the way from here?”
“Yeah… there was that ballad,” Jungwon grin, his eyes crinkling. “Doesn’t suit your concept at all.”
Jay raises his eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “I dunno, maybe the idol in me wanted a momentary lapse.”
He gazes at Jay – a gaze he thought existed only in his midnight melodies. Then he gets closer, slightly leaning in, avoiding the lights on the road, allowing Jay to cover his other ear.
"It was… real good," he mumbles softly, "I know."
Jay’s heart skips a beat. He leans down, resting his forehead against Jungwon’s, the two boys’ breaths warmly wrap around each other.
"Won," he whispers, "Thank you for coming here. Must have been tough with all the noises…"
"It’s okay," Jungwon giggles, "Today’s your birthday."
Jay bursts out laughing, he was touched but also felt for him. He laces hands with the boy, resting his head on his chest, where noise is not nigh. The night sky was still high, the site was still bustling, but in that very site under the night, they are with each other, sinking in the beat of their hearts, the beat that became a lullaby.
(feel free to use!! the lover girl in me when writing this > <)
occasionally pressing soft kisses to ur temple or cheek [melting]
caressing their cheek and they nuzzle into your touchhhhh T T
their eyes fluttered close even after the kiss has ended.
^ their gaze that meets you is full of pent-up longing and affection !!
a hint of shyness creeping into them when u tease them [💳‼️‼️💳‼️💳]
hugs where they nuzzle their face into your chest
^ "can we stay like this forever?" tears
intimacy of eye contacts, slow kisses, cheek touching !
a quiet, whisper of "i am so proud of you" ✯
"you take such good care of me," is mumbled as they look up at you, drying their hair, their eyes shining with unshed tears, love and adoration. (CRY WITH ME PLEASEEEE)
tucking a small flower behind their ear <33
when they bury their face in ur chest while cuddling !!!
"I am falling in love with you every. single. day." ♡
a flustered "you smell like me.. oh god, it's driving me crazy..." mumble as they pull u closer into a hug [ksksjdnsks]
"marry me, my pretty baby." but u r cuddling and giggling. "I'm your pretty baby now?" they ask, shyly smiling. "yea, u always been." AAAAH
Saying "I love you" without saying "I love you"
— some ways your otp can silently express affection
Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss
Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss
Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek
Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it
Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise
Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas
Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss
Switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because your feel the need to keep the other safe
Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work
Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing
When one is overseas for a work trip and everything they see reminds them of the other person (bonus: whenever it happens, they take a picture and drop the other person a text.)
Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)
Kissing away their tears
^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears
Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with
Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen
Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event
Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed
Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after
Good morning and goodnight texts
Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth
Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn
Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying
Baking and Roasting: Involve applying dry, radiant heat uniformly to food from all sides, using an oven or other indirect heat source
Boil: To heat liquid until bubbles break to the surface; to cook food in hot liquid, like water or stock, at a temperature of at least 212°F (100°C)
Broil: To use direct heat to cook
Coat: To cover entire surface with a mixture, such as flour or bread crumbs
Core: Using a sharp knife, remove the core/seeds of a fruit
Cream: To stir one or more foods until they are soft
Crisp-tender: Describes the “doneness” of vegetables when they are cooked only until tender and remain slightly crisp in texture
Cut in: To mix fat into dry ingredients using a pastry blender, fork or two knives, with as little blending as possible until fat is in small pieces
Dice: To cut into small, square-shaped pieces
Drain: To put food and liquid into a strainer (or colander), or to pour liquid out of a pot by keeping the lid slightly away from the edge of the pan and pouring away from you
Flute: To pinch the edge of dough, such as on a pie crust
Fold: To mix by turning over and over
Fork-tender: Describes the “doneness” of a food when a fork can easily penetrate the food
Frying: Cooks food fully submerged in hot oil
Grilling: Similar to roasting in that it uses radiant heat, but directly and at much higher temperatures, often reaching up to 500°F (260°C)
Knead: To mix by “pushing” and by folding
Marinate: To soak in a seasoned liquid to increase flavor and tenderness
Mince: To cut or chop food into small pieces
Mix: To combine ingredients using a fork or spoon
Oil: To apply a thin layer of vegetable oil on a dish or pan; vegetable spray may be used instead
Poaching: A method similar to boiling, in that it is a moist-heat method achieved in hot liquid, however it is executed at lower temperatures; poaching is done at a temperature between 160°F and 180°F (71-82°C)
Sauté: To cook in a small amount of fat or water, usually on the stove top
Scald: To heat milk until bubbles appear (bubbles should not be “breaking” on the surface)
Shred: To rub foods against a grater to divide into small pieces
Simmer: To cook at a temperature that is just below the boiling point; bubbles form slowly but do not reach the surface; it is achieved at a temperature of around 180°F-200°F (82-93°C)
Steam: To cook over boiling water; a moist-heat method that is achieved by allowing hot vapor generated from liquid to cook the food, and it’s considered one of the gentlest cooking methods
Stir fry: A method of cooking in which vegetables are fried quickly to a crisp-tender state while stirring constantly
Stock: Water in which vegetable(s) or meat has been cooked; stock liquid should be stored in the refrigerator
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