but deep down... all my writer friends are inactive or have officially left this fandom because the readers consume fics like fast-fashion without giving anything in return. there is no concept of reblogging with feedback anymore. writers who need encouragement and feedback to grow instead leave feeling like a hollow shell. interaction and engagement is no longer the priority, and no matter how many times we bring up this issue, this fandom is just... hopeless. yes.
i have had the blessing of good, constant readers even after being here for 5 years now. however, that does not make me better than anyone. i feel deeply for my writer friends who have struggled on this platform and left on a bitter note when they are brilliant writers and have so much potential. that hurts me deeply, and i do not feel okay about this at all.
it's not just the readers to blame, no. i think the atinyblr, as a whole, has a very specific problem. it does not allow much space for the longfic writers to grow. it does not allow much space for genres other than smut. i won't be pointing fingers at the readers or the writers, but it is very disappointing that there is such a lack of creative freedom here when the ateez lore should have allowed so, so much creativity. ateez content is so packed with all the elements that we hardly ever get to explore in detail here in our writing and when we do, it just doesn't get as appreciated as other forms of writing. so i don't blame the writers for feeling disappointed and leaving. i'm just immensely sad bc i have never felt this alone here.
look, this man has always slayed (flashbacks to that cursed bowl haircut in the studio choom video fireworks heh) and he's literally always looking so classy and expensive but here are some:
fur jackets belong to him and him only. say my name is literally prob my fav era of him, and let's talk about this cyberpunk look with those glasses. he's never looked more beautiful to me.
honourable mentions: cruella hair and the balmain black jacket?coat looks (i'm so indecisive he always looks so good bruh)
Seonghwa
again, this man's fashion sense, ugh. i wish i was him, that's all. the recent comeback esp with his fur coats and his ponytail and the wake up outfit? UGH. but here are a few hehe
something about the inception outfit where he's in love and baring his abs ugh. and butler seonghwa is prob my fav (wonderland). undercut seonghwa, actually- as you can see. him in suits?? BIKERHWA?? dead.
seonghwa's born to slay, period. (also the elle dress look on him oof)
Yunho
all the times he's looking like a boyfriend/husband (all the time. does that count?) BUT REFER TO THIS POST where i detail separately which yunho looks have me in a chokehold
due to the image limit and my indecisiveness i have to use only 2 here but fearnot for i have thirsted in a separate ask god bless the anon
Yeosang
ethereal. one word.
blonde yeosang is my fav thing ever. i think that's why inception and thanxx era yeo are my fav too. he's always looking so gorgeous but these are some looks that i can't seem to get over!
San
bruh this was a clear struggle and while i like my man in even a plain suit (like all the others) here are some (this was difficult)
some others i really adore are anytime when he's in a fancy suit, his kingdom looks, anytime he's in sth simple lmao just himhimhim (and you can tell im biased about his black/natural hair but bruh the guerrilla blonde is an honourable mention. and the deep purple thing he had)
Mingi
another one who looks great in everything, exceptional in suits, but ugh his sass is the real player here let's be real he can make anything look good. everytime he's in a sleeveless i fold.
him and his shades. him and his hairstyles. slayyy.
Wooyoung
whenever he looks like the most adorable loveable fluffy menace (all the time) like he makes anything look good. black is his colour tho (looks really good in yellow too also also his thanxx concept photo looks i just luuurrvv it.
also oreo pontytail looks. and the elle photoshoot. UGH. man makes anything look good quite literally.
Jongho
he's not made for suits. suits are made for him. his wardrobe is prob my fav (bc im a plain and simple girlie who likes plain and simple looks the best) (pls don't scroll up) but yeah here's him hehe
i looove when he goes all black but i also love when he's all colourful (i need his bouncy teaser purple extensions BACK). some that i skipped with a stone on my heart are that one deja vu suit look (yall know what im talking about) and the cyberpunk stage look (again, yall know.)
A tad hypocritical and lack of critical thinking skills I might add for you and your little friends to label OhMyHashirama and co the ones behind the harassment posts? For all we know, it's Deedee or whatever her name is, is the one sending it to herself? The callout post wasn't meant to educate and warn, it was made to harass OHM so whatever vindictive agenda your friends have can be made public. Before you call me a "mean anon" know that this isn't one. This is simply stating how this issue is milked for attention and sympathy. You and your friends are allowed to harass people but hashirama bloggers and co, cannot? It's like a white person manipulating things for their benefits. If you want to harass someone, be ready for people to harass you back. Deedee and company knows they want people to harass OMH for posting that, otherwise, they could have deal with it like fucking adults.
I'm sorry, Dear Anon...I think you would like to see this. (Here)
I'm not friends with them, I just follow all of them and saw this OMH Stuff later on...I don't even know what actually happened as I was never there to see what happened because I started my blog quite later on.
I mean I had my blog before that but it was for DL (Diabolik Lovers) & my blog was inactive for a long time until I watched Naruto Shippuden and thought to get active again and start a page again for Madara. <3
I truly am not friends with them but that does not mean I hate or I'm against them. I'm just a normal follower like you all follow OMH...I even follow OMH, & I'm neutral for this OMH issue.
And I'm not harassing OMH or DeeDee or Anyone, I just don't want any problems in my life...Let's not drag this issue and leave it here, But you can visit my inbox anytime if you have anymore questions. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!
bro.
YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF
so i js finished re-reading biker!san with a friend n we NEED to know if san plays w reader or not
could you give a brief summarisation of how their story ends (or possibly a pt.2 👀)?
ahaha i read it again and i don't think i can do a full oneshot but what about a scenario? 👀
badboybiker!san x photographer!reader: (pt 1 here)
[recap: you're a photographer trying to get a shot of the golden hour for a little competition when a stranger offers to help you in any way he can. since he's a biker, you think his silhouette would make for a perfect shot and you ask him to model for you. you promise to treat him if you win some prize and he accepts on the condition that he let you take around on his bike. when he tells you his name- choi san- you recognise him as the 'bad boy' of the neighbourhood. even knowing that you should avoid him, you can't resist his charms and get familiar with him thru texts. you take him to the dinner and he gives you a ride home and when you mention that you would like to take a shot of the river next time, he asks if he can tag along- as an 'assistant'. you smile in answer]
one thing about choi san is that he knows how to get his way.
in the past few weeks, you learned a few facts about him- that his bike is his baby and no one can touch it without his permission, that only a selected few get to ride on it (which makes you wonder how you got into that list so quickly) and that he is a very fun person to be around. he has manners, he definitely knows how to treat a woman and he might be a little too good at it.
what you also learned from your friends was that he was the notorious playboy of the town, rumoured to have broken the hearts of many and having a repute for getting into fights, being involved with the wrong company and whatnot. you told yourself that these are just 'rumours' because what you heard is very different from what you've seen firsthand.
though... he is a flirt, whether intentional or not. you've convinced yourself that you wouldn't become another woman on his list if he is that sort of a person, that it is possible for the two of you to be 'just friends', however loose the definition might be.
because if you were just friends, you wouldn't be getting excited whenever you heard the buzzing of your phone around midnight. if you were just friends, you wouldn't feel disappointed to see someone else texted you or you wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't reply within a few hours. if you were just friends, your heart wouldn't skip a beat every time you saw that beautifully sculpted face of his with those dark tendrils of hair falling on his forehead, messed up from his helmet. you wouldn't be shy when you wrapped your arms around his toned, strong waist when on the bike or when you grabbed his muscular arms, realising just how broad he was. you wouldn't want him to continue teasing you, smiling at you, tucking your hair back so casually or leaning in to whisper things in your ears with that goddamned smile of his- even when the two of you were alone.
the thing was... that he caught your eye and now you couldn't get him out of your head. he claimed to be obsessed with you these days because you were funny and made him laugh like no one else, because you were natural and didn't feel like you were putting up a fake persona in his presence, because he could always talk about anything that weighed on his mind without any judgement. you told him you'd heard things about him and he asked you if you believed them.
"if there was any truth to it, you wouldn't be a completely different person from what i've heard."
but he was. and he felt so fucking guilty about hiding it from you. when you spotted a bruised lip and a cut on his cheekbone, you attended to him without questions. you believed him when he lied and told you that he had a little fall from his bike (he had a fight, actually) and he let you scold him for not being careful. when you worriedly scanned his body for other signs of injuries, he let your hands travel all over his body. and when he held your wrists to stop you because he couldn't take it anymore, he convinced himself that it really wasn't different with you, that he really only wanted to ruin you because he was so tempted by your naivety, that you would soon be one of the women he had played with. he kissed your wrist while repeating that mantra, watching your lips part in surprise.
that night, he tried to reason with himself. you were too good a person to lose by his foolish antics. you were a keeper, you were precious and if he made a foolish mistake, he would forever regret it.
that doesn't stop him from treading on dangerous lines. and he could blame you for initiating it, blame you for kissing him first and involving yourself with him when the phone in his pocket was still buzzing with texts he never responded to, with the number of people that either wanted to fuck him up or fuck him.
and you... you would blame yourself too. because how could you hold back? how could you not give in and simply kiss the boy who sat on the riverside beside you, talking with you as if you both had nowhere else to be? how could you not hold his handsome face and kiss his plump lips when he told you how much you meant to him and how he was afraid that he would make a mistake?
if he was afraid of making a mistake, then you would in his stead. all you wanted was to be with him, to not be held back by the rumours or the warnings of your friends, to listen to your heart for once, no matter how foolish that may be. so when he looked at you with those eyes, looking like a stray cat that just needed a little love, someone who would tend to him... all the hesitation left your body as you held his face and kissed his lips, the sound of the river and the wind soothing your nerves. he didn't kiss you back. you drew away- had you really made an irreversible mistake-
"you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
that voice. that voice that you only heard when he talked about himself- his warning voice.
"why don't you show me then? what am i getting into?"
and that was the final push for san- his vision almost blackened for a second as desire crept through every nerve in his body and he crashed his lips on yours, earning a surprised groan from you. soon, you were kissing him back and moulding your body to his, letting your arms snake around his neck while his hands traced every part of your body, determined to not leave a single place untouched. the way he kissed was all-consuming- rushed, desperate, passionate and needy. when you broke contact for air, he started littering kisses all over your face, trailing from your jaw to your neck-
"san- sannie. we have all the time in the world."
that prompted him to pause- and perhaps, you shouldn't have stopped him when his lips were attached to your neck because he simply switched his speed, gently kissing and sucking into the crevice of your neck, making you arch your back. he held your body flush to his, gripping your thigh and shifting you so that you were almost in his lap, all the while continuing with his administrations. you took that chance to let your hands creep up his neck, hold him and caress his hair- those soft hair you always wanted to touch. you kissed his temple while he continued to kiss your neck, only drawing away when he was satisfied, grinning at the sight of the bruising spot.
you, however, didn't feel like grinning back, not when you were too absorbed in the overwhelming feeling of your heightened senses. not when your stomach flipped uncontrollably. not when your hands, off their own accord, traced his toned chest, sliding down to his stomach to hold his waist and look at him.
"i want you."
san felt his heart sink- what had he done-
"i want you. all of you. not just your kisses and your body, but your heart, choi san. i want your heart."
did he think that he would ruin you? yes.
but did he, for a short second, perhaps a moment of enlightenment, think that you would ruin him?
absolutely. and he should have known better than to kiss you in answer.
he should have known better than to take you home that night.
he should have known better than to accept your invitation inside your house because no one was home.
he should have known better than to accept everything you offered him in the spur of the moment.
and he should have known better because once he got a taste of you... he couldn't stop.
i'm a huge fan of your works (and hopefully you feel that 🥺)
i totally understand your sentiment about being an author and not getting actual feedback or even interactions with your work. and this is for everyone who writes fics. i try my best to show my support through reblogs and commenting to midigate this problem on tumblr.
it really is disheartening to see all of my favorite writers leave tumblr because of this, and although i completely understand you leaving soon and losing motivation to write, i will genuinely miss seeing your presence on this platform. and i sincerely wish you the best and that i will always remember the impact your works have on me as not only an atiny but as a reader 🥹🫶
(and also wtf is going on with this fandom it used to be so chill)
hi, yes i think i remember seeing you around!
i think most writers don’t even speak up about the lack of engagement and feedback anymore because it comes off as too much. as if they’re asking for something unreasonable. they justify it that readers must be busy with their own real lives and whatnot but… when you consume art, you appreciate it. period. (if writers can make the time to plan their fics and write it, surely readers can take some time to comment or give feedback after reading… no? is that unreasonable?)
oh trust me, i haven’t lost the motivation to write! at all!! i simply have different priorities now, and i am still actively writing even tho i am not posting. you may be surprised to hear that most of my writer friends still write even after saying goodbye to tumblr! they write for themselves now, that’s the difference i suppose. i think we are all just collectively tired of how the tumblr fandom has treated us and it is totally reasonable on our part to feel that way.
thank you so much for your kind words! if i do post that one last series one day, just know that it is readers like you who got me this far. you readers have no idea how capable you are. you guys leave such big impacts on writers. we remember every little interaction, trust me. it stays with us forever.
(idk what’s changed but it is just not like it used to be! this house ain’t a home anymore.)
Just wanted to say, thank you for all your work. It's been an amazing one. Hope you're still on the platform though. It would hurt to see you go completely, but it's your choice so yeah do what you want. That being said, love your works and love your mind yumi ♡.
i am still on the platform, and still trying to write new fics for you guys! just taking my sweet time with it but i do plan to transition into a reader soon. thank you so much for your kind words <3
what im hearing... is that you have a wip for inception (the most goated song in opinion)
care to share the plot ❓️❓️🤔🤔
(only if your willing too of course !)
yes! inception is going to be a lowkey horror/paranormal, maybe tragic romance with seonghwa where seonghwa is the grim reaper/death embodiment and reader is (undecided). here’s an excerpt from the fic:
'no matter how much you try to run, no matter how many dimensions and times you travel through, the eyes of death always follow. its presence remains just a few paces behind you, watching intently and waiting for one little slip so he can finally claim your soul. you can never outrun time'
