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Requests: OPEN (but slow to write)
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It is a curse to have your own OC as your beloved blorbo. Where is the new content of them? Why has their creator abandoned their long fic series? And why is most of the content about them unreleased because their creator keeps putting them into rps that don't really see the light of day?
I don't know why I expected to get some interaction when I logged in today. I guess I'm still a fool. Call me a whining idiot, I do not care anymore, but being on Tumblr is demoralising now. Ignoring the connections I myself fumbled (the collab, the friends, everything), but even when I was the most active here I never really got interactions. I got likes.
That is not why I am here. That is not what a community is about.
A few people interacted with me (sometimes they still do), and for them, I am forever grateful. I truly am. But I cannot keep pretending I look forward to trying to post here again when it's a lie.
If this won't change after I somehow force myself to finish and post Unfamiliarity and the rest of my asks, I will most probably abandon this blog. I grew tired of begging for asks, for comments or reblogs, and being given next to nothing. Not to mention the site itself is trying to change the most fundamental mechanism of itself: the reblogs.
NO, RONNIE MY DEAR, I AM STILL HERE for now, LIFE'S JUST BEEN BEATING ME THE FUCK DOWN (what's new) AND SO I HAVEN'T FINISHED ANYTHING TO POST HERE YET-
Oh my god, I am so happy to see you again. You have no idea. Welcome back, dear. Can't wait to see what chaos will unfold itself on your blog next.
Also, like, sometime when we're both free and available, we could collab? I was serious about it in the past and while I am not experienced in this regard (never collaborated before, just once), I'm very open to ideas! But even if the answer is no, my DMs are open, whenever, for whatever. I'm just a depressed idiot with Dal brainrot. I'm always free to chat.
Honestly my mind and blog is all over the place. Major mental issues and shit happening on my end and I was going to push that onto Nicholas but it wouldn't make sense for the way I want his character. You know?
SO! I'm hoping all over the place with fandoms and my recent fixations. Quick question, you got any ideas on ship names for the SKZ members and Nicholas? all of my ideas sound weird even when im doing them with his stage name
Totally would love to collab when you're up for it. it's going to be a pain finding out what it should focus on though lol
Ah, I get you. It's part of why I have a different blog for other SKZ fics unrelated to Dal, so I can write these feelings out without tainting him. I'm sorry to read you're going through that, though. I'm here if you want to vent, and I know it's weird to be offered that from an absolute stranger, but hey. I wanted to throw it out there for you just in case.
Honestly I had to go through some of your stuff again because my memory is worse when it comes to Han and lyrics. I sat my ass down and wrote out a few ideas, I'll send them over as an ask because honestly? Most of them are stupid and it's better for my soul if only you see it.
Could be them meeting and confusing the boys the hell out in one of their universes, all Spiderverse style. That was what I had in mind in the past, at least, but then again, it doesn't have to be that either. We're not really free for the collab right now anyway, so we have time to figure it out, haha.
I don't know why I expected to get some interaction when I logged in today. I guess I'm still a fool. Call me a whining idiot, I do not care anymore, but being on Tumblr is demoralising now. Ignoring the connections I myself fumbled (the collab, the friends, everything), but even when I was the most active here I never really got interactions. I got likes.
That is not why I am here. That is not what a community is about.
A few people interacted with me (sometimes they still do), and for them, I am forever grateful. I truly am. But I cannot keep pretending I look forward to trying to post here again when it's a lie.
If this won't change after I somehow force myself to finish and post Unfamiliarity and the rest of my asks, I will most probably abandon this blog. I grew tired of begging for asks, for comments or reblogs, and being given next to nothing. Not to mention the site itself is trying to change the most fundamental mechanism of itself: the reblogs.
NO, RONNIE MY DEAR, I AM STILL HERE for now, LIFE'S JUST BEEN BEATING ME THE FUCK DOWN (what's new) AND SO I HAVEN'T FINISHED ANYTHING TO POST HERE YET-
Oh my god, I am so happy to see you again. You have no idea. Welcome back, dear. Can't wait to see what chaos will unfold itself on your blog next.
Also, like, sometime when we're both free and available, we could collab? I was serious about it in the past and while I am not experienced in this regard (never collaborated before, just once), I'm very open to ideas! But even if the answer is no, my DMs are open, whenever, for whatever. I'm just a depressed idiot with Dal brainrot. I'm always free to chat.
Hello, hi! Nice works, btw. Been lurking around your account for a while to read those.
Anyway, can I request skz's reaction to bae grabbing literally the most random thing from his bag? Like idk maybe a pain killer ointment or something. In a drabble format, please!
Thank you so much.
Why do you have that?
word count: ~1.8k
warnings: none
summary: Dal tries to be the silent caretaker of the group, but when is anything silent and normal when it comes to Stray Kids?
a/n: I live in shame. It's been so long since I got this ask and it took me so long to get to it. I can only hope anon dear is still here and will see and enjoy reading this.
Back to the masterlist
Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!
!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!
!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!
The group was in a chaotic room near the set pieces, as always, make-up artists and outfit coordinators rushing around as if they’d lost their heads and were endlessly looking for it. They all rotated around, not one member allowed to stay in one place for too long. Some lounged on the sofa, waiting for their turn somewhere, while some were either dressed or dolled up.
Dal belonged to the latter category, brushes gently gliding across his skin as he relaxed as much as he could. With so many years of practice, he knew to take any chance to simply rest, even if only his mind. He couldn’t afford to catch even a few more minutes of much needed sleep, the kind noona who worked her magic on him deserving of his attention. There was no hesitation or disobedience as he followed her instructions, each one uttered softly.
They were a blessing for his sensitive ears, delaying the headache he was bound to have by the end of such a busy day.
A soft sigh slipped through his nose, one that was accompanied by a satisfied hum from the artist. Her hand retreated from where it had gently guided his chin, lips allowed to close with a new coat of sparkly lip balm. He tested it carefully, more than thankful when he couldn’t feel it sit too heavy or sticky on his lips.
His smile was genuine, even if small, when he thanked her for her hard work and for having listened to his request about using certain products. Not all their staff members listened to their whims, and while he wouldn’t throw a fuss over something as small as the feeling of lipstick, he felt endlessly lighter when working with people like Harin.
He’d been the first to remember her name, even before Chan. There were few he appreciated more than gentleness and being reasonable.
Harin was both, and so much more.
The chair lifted as he stood from it, letting someone else take his place. Before he could have stepped over to the rows of clothes near the back of the cramped room, he was met with a few fond expressions that made him stop.
Some looked at him dreamily, as if he’d walked down from Heaven itself to grace them with his presence, while others stared at him with what he could only call contained cuteness aggression. Barely contained, but contained nonetheless.
Then there was Chan, looking so proud and fulfilled, that he had to look away. The emotion that warmed his heart was too much for his poor ribcage, unable to contain if lest he let it grow.
Instead he focused on the way his ears flushed, willing the sting in his eyes away. How it had wormed its way there when he was rarely one to weep, he did not know, but he’d only gotten his make-up done. He wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
The moment was broken just when he was sure Jisung was about to move and tackle him, Hyunjin quick to rush over. There was mild panic visible on the younger’s face, and it immediately snapped him into focus.
“Bae, do you have that perfume I use? Y’know, the one that smells like roses and soft pepper and amber. I forgot to bring it and I’ll need it between the shoots and meetings because I cannot smell like the whole gym and—”
Before Hyunjin could have spiralled further, he already retrieved said perfume bottle from his bag, having calmly walked over to it while his dongsaeng descended into panic. The others watched in varying degrees of confusion and shock, but he didn’t pay them much attention.
First was Hyunjin, hating if any of them were in distress.
With a headpat he handed the bottle over, the younger man’s face lighting up like a Christmas tree in December. He didn’t have the chance to step away as he was hugged close, Hyunjin’s arms holding him tight enough to nearly fuse them together.
“Ohmygod, Bae, you’re the best. There’s a reason you’re the love of my life. I’ll be off now, thank you!”
He was left blinking in place, the feeling of Hyunjin’s plush lips on his temple much too fresh to not paint his skin soft reds and pinks.
And of course, the cameras were rolling, Jeongin zeroing on his face before he shooed the little menace away. Their maknae skipped away with a laugh, the sound light and animated enough to ease his frustrations.
“How did you know what he was talking about? He has like, six different bottles of perfume, and those are just the ones he actively uses.” – Felix asked, very well aware that the notes Hyunjin had described were common in most of his perfumes.
“Yeah, and why did you even have it? That’s expensive.” – Jisung added in, making him finally turn to them.
He supposed he was lucky Changbin was still not done getting his make-up done, otherwise his ears would have already started ringing, while his skin would continue heating up.
So was life with Changbin.
“He tends to forget to pack it, so I got one as a backup. That’s all.” – he answered, his reply as curt as always.
“What else do you have in there? Let’s investigate, stay~” – Jeongin said before he could have zipped his bag back up, hopping to it like the menace he was.
Dal was already feeling that headache, but Jeongin was their maknae, and he was but a weak man. One look with those dimpled cheeks and foxy eyes, and he was done for.
Jeongin hummed as he rummaged through his stuff, respectfully not pointing his phone inside his bag. He wasn’t really nervous, since he didn’t have anything incrementing on him, but he was readying himself for the reactions he knew he’d get.
“Hyung, why do you have a plushie?” – the boy asked as he pulled out a cat, surprised by its weight and size.
“Oh! Is that the one that can be heated?” – Felix supplied, lighting up at the sight of the orange cat plush – “What? He gives that to me after practice and stuff when we move around a lot. It helps my back. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it before?”
In the silence, he chose to remain quiet, letting the others talk things out.
Maybe he could sneak out? Ah, no, the staff by the endless rows of clothes were already looking at him pointedly, no doubt trying to stay on time despite their group’s shenanigans.
He relented with a silent sigh, walking over to let them work their magic, while the others continued with their chaos.
From the corner of his eye he saw Jeongin keep pulling things out, weirded out the further the boy dug. It made his lips twitch in amusement, the others answering in his stead.
“That’s for me. I have my own candy I like to soothe my throat, but Hyung’s just tastes better.” – it was Seungmin this time, smirking like evil incarnate, and he let it.
“Oh.. those, uh, those are my fuzzy socks. I like to wear them when everything’s a bit too much.” – Jisung admitted with heated cheeks, confused as to why he would have them and in the wrong size.
Wrong size if he were to wear it, perhaps, but not if it was to be Jisung.
When Jeongin pulled out a notebook and a pen, only for it to be filled with words instead of art, he saw Changbin raise his arm in the chair very excitedly. It earned a low hiss and a small slap from the make-up artist, making the others snicker at how the male looked like a kicked puppy.
Then, their maknae saw something but didn’t pull it out, and he couldn’t help but smile.
Jeongin must have found the item he’d put away, in case their youngest member needed it.
“Wait, why the fuck does he carry around these? He doesn’t even have any cats!”
“Because I raised him well, that’s why.” – Minho answered with the sharpest of smirks he’d seen on the man in a while.
Somehow, he was glad that he was being fitted right now, because otherwise he feared Minho would have come to aggressively grab a part of him. Or to press a kiss onto his neck, just to fluster him further.
One of the two.
The leather sofa creaked as Chan stood, gently taking his bag and closing it back up. The smile on their leader’s face was kind, amused, and so utterly fond he felt his throat close off.
“Dal carries around something for each of us every single day. It varies in nature, depending on what we need most and tend to forget most that week. Or day, sometimes. Isn’t he just the best Luna I could ever ask for?”
The atmosphere broke.
His throat opened up.
Laughter soon broke out, half the members in hysterics, the other half watching him as the words slowly dawned on him. Had he not been in this group, he wouldn’t understand a damn thing, but he was.
What a mistake it felt like now.
“Hang on, what kind of fanfiction are you reading now?!”
But his yelling only made the others fall further into laughter, Jisung already on the floor in tears. They were lucky Jisung hadn’t been dolled up yet, albeit that was the least of his worries right now.
“Fan—Oh God, I can’t breathe—”
“Wait, wait, wait, Chris, shouldn’t that be Minho? I thought Bae was more your son than wife.” – Felix forced the words out, barely in a better state than Jisung.
He could only glare at the boy, something Minho joined him in; all the while Chan hummed, head tilting in thought.
“Well, I see why you’d ask that. Stay is quite divided when it comes to mine and Dal’s relationship.”
“Huh?” – he intelligently commented, sending Changbin to join the trio of idiots on the floor.
But what was he supposed to do?! They were talking about him as if, as if—
He couldn’t even think it.
“Let’s just say there’s more to it than they’d ever see.” – Chan said, tone final yet that smile was so far from fond and so close to hungry he shuddered.
He shuddered.
“I’m never giving any of you shit again.”
A loud chorus of gasps tore through the room, even the staff joining in.
“He cursed! Oh shit, he cursed!”
“Channie hyung, quick, go apologise!”
But before their eldest hyung could have said anything, he turned away, arms crossing in front of his chest and the workers let it happen. They too, stared at him in shock, although he saw some pity and amusement circling in their eyes as well.
I've been writing something nearly this whole week and it just keeps growing. It's out of my control at this point. I planned to post it sooner, but I'll have to write another request and pray that won't also keep growing into a 10k monster.
I don't know why I expected to get some interaction when I logged in today. I guess I'm still a fool. Call me a whining idiot, I do not care anymore, but being on Tumblr is demoralising now. Ignoring the connections I myself fumbled (the collab, the friends, everything), but even when I was the most active here I never really got interactions. I got likes.
That is not why I am here. That is not what a community is about.
A few people interacted with me (sometimes they still do), and for them, I am forever grateful. I truly am. But I cannot keep pretending I look forward to trying to post here again when it's a lie.
If this won't change after I somehow force myself to finish and post Unfamiliarity and the rest of my asks, I will most probably abandon this blog. I grew tired of begging for asks, for comments or reblogs, and being given next to nothing. Not to mention the site itself is trying to change the most fundamental mechanism of itself: the reblogs.
any how, now one of my coworkers and I send each other fanfics and I had to introduce her to the marvelous world of @writingforstraykids and her minchan 🤲🏼
im now a very proud minchan lover thanks to nat, and now need to get a wolfchan so he can have some fun with my friends leebit
Welcome to the gang, she was the one to drag me into the world of MinChan as well. The world isn't ready for all the MinChan things we keep writing together.
its been a while :((( and i missed you and your writing, didn't feel like leaving a message(dont want to add to your plate) until i remembered the countless times you told me its okay
so here i am
once again i read the first snow fic(chat i think he likes it)(god i needed the comfort your fics give me)and maybe went down the rabbit hole which is your masterlist and your posts all the way back to 2023...
ive been a shell on this app, reblogging nothing, no interaction, just liking the few things i read. ive been so busy with finals but now im free from it and am on break so yay, a small victory(as well as my well earned grades, ive no less than 90 on everything). so ill try to interact more and maybe even open that dusty file of my dear ryo and post something about him
oh, and before i forget, merry christmas! (if you celebrate, because i dont) if not, happy almost new year's! i hope you the very best for next year and the years after that. i would hate to see you anything but happy, and healthy. may your body give you a break, your situation better, and your motivation sky rocket.
-with love, your sunshine
At this point, you might be single-handedly keeping me on this app with your messages. I know I'm not active for the others to really leave me messages, and I truly understand (and deserve) that, but you are still here. Leaving messages like this that just... makes me want to dust off my documents once more.
Thank you, Sunshine, for everything: the well-wishes, the fact that you had the courage to send me this message, for re-visiting my fics all the time. Just... for everything.
I am very glad your finals went well and are long over now, so take the time and rest, hm? I'd love to hear more about Ryo as well, even if I can't create things for Dal (I can always answer questions about him, though). Maybe next year you'll have more things to read from me, or to even see. I'm trying to work on it, but life doesn't exactly let me, haha.
Happy New Year's to you as well, even if it's a bit early to say this. May the comfort my fics bring you always be present in your life in some form.
