hey, it’s viv! you may know me from my svt x ghibli hc’s and my neighbor!joshua fic. due to the unlikelihood of this blog being un-shadowbanned soon (see explanation under the cut), i will be moving to another sideblog.
⤷ sarangcoups will remain up as an archive, however, all new posts will be on @heartepub from jan 16.
⤷ all my planned thank-you posts to those who have reblogged and put nice tags under my work will also be going there! so pls don’t be scared at a random acc tagging u 😭
⤷ since this blog is still shadowbanned, any reblogs of this post would be appreciated so other people may know too! see you on @heartepub 🫶🏼
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additional details below the cut
my blog has been shadowbanned since jan 2, 2025; though i would be willing to wait for my ticket to be responded to by staff, the replies on their twitter account indicate that it will likely take at least a month before it would be addressed.
i only started posting my work 2 weeks ago. the shadowban has demotivated me to write, which sucks since it’s one of my 2025 resolutions. with all that, i figured that it would be easiest and best for regaining momentum to just cut my losses and move while my roots are not so deep. annorum (where I have been yapping unprovoked) will be deleted by february, and I will be fully moving my base to heartepub.
that’s all really; rest assured that all the plans I mentioned in my goals/accountability posts, along with the wip’s I announced (idol x figure skating au, reverse hades and persephone au, etc) will all be going up at heartepub at some point, bar any other extenuating circumstances!
In Tolstoy’s case, a steward twiddling his fingers behind his back or the set of Vronsky’s teeth signal something about them and stop short of being contrivances because they work at an appropriate level of tension and power. Their author’s energy prevents such details becoming stagnant. We don’t know what Anna looks like besides the odd detail, nor Karenin, but consider this description of the latter as seen by his wife:
At Petersburg, so soon as the train stopped and she got out, the first person that attracted her attention was her husband. “Oh mercy! Why do his ears look like that?” she thought, looking at his frigid and imposing figure, and especially the ears that struck her at the moment as propping up the brim of his round hat….
We take in something of Karenin’s cold, authoritative posture, but more how his ears grow in proportion to his wife’s disaffection with him—they tell us a little about how Karenin looks but a great deal about Anna’s feelings. Tolstoy had his own take on the power of description:
Do you remember…the way Homer conveys Helen’s beauty? With these simple words: “When Helen walked in, at the sight of her beauty old men rose to their feet.” One pictures the radiance of that beauty right away. No need to describe her eyes, her mouth, her lips. Everyone is left free to imagine Helen in his own way, but everyone is struck by this beauty that draws old men to their feet at the mere sight of it.
genre/tags. suggestive to just shy of nsfw, I prefer mdni; vaguely historical, gn!reader
You’re pressed up against the wall, every muscle in your body pulled taut, ready to spring.
“Say it, darling.” Jeonghan’s hot breath fans across your cheek. You can count his individual lashes, even follow the ridges on the kiss-swollen skin of his lips. Everything has been reduced to this: his heat and the dark glint in his eyes.
“Your Highness—”
“Stop being so difficult.”
His voice notches deeper, curling into a rasp. He moves closer still, lips now trailing a path of fire along your jawline. Teeth nip at your earlobe. The moan rips itself from your throat, raw and ragged, and you drop your head against the wall.
Two signs of weakness. You feel his smirk on the skin of your cheek. “Say my name,” he insists again, pulling away, but not so far; still just enough for his lips to ghost against yours. As though he could not bear to be further apart. His tongue darts out, tasting the you that lingers on him.
It takes every ounce of willpower not to chase that bruised mouth. Lick into it to steal his breaths and make them your own. If you move your head just so, even part your lips—if you just surrender to the hot pool of desire that has been accreting in your stomach—
The hand bracing yourself against the wall comes up, fisting the expensive cloth of his robes. Your leather uniform moves harshly against his fine silk garments.
“I believe you’re forgetting something, my prince,” you whisper, “I am not your darling.” Your thigh slips between his legs. Jeonghan groans, hips stuttering forward, forehead bumping against yours. His grip on you falters for a split second, and you see his eyes flash with the realization of his mistake.
You push him off roughly, and take pride in the way he stumbles back.
“I am your general.”
📦 MOVING NOTICE. from jan. 16, sarangcoups will be an archive; catch more works over at @heartepub !
