some readers have been dming writers their own fic just as a way to bookmark... it's so rude i can't believe i have to point out how rude that is... don't do it
please note that none of the things i reblog belong to me! this account purely exists so that writers get their deserved reblogs/interactions. some of these fics are 18+ so please don’t interact if you are a minor! additionally, this blog strictly supports ot8 and i try to equally rb about all of the members!! if you have any recommendations for me, please please let me know!! <3
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(3racha) falling asleep on them by @shuatm
asking if you can take their last name by @blue-jisungs
when they have too much to drink by @maxidentscene
signs that shine through when they get comfy with you by @maxidentscene
skz reaction to ‘quick, hide! my boyfriend is coming!’ prank by @seungisms
telling SKZ “you could have been nicer to me today.” by @skz-bee123
skz when you introduce them as your boyfriend for the first time by @softstraykidshours
logismoi (greek: λογίσμοι lo-yeez-mee, russian: помыслы) is a term used to describe assaultive or tempting thoughts.
× CHAN — Greed: He knows he doesn’t own you, not really, but he can’t ignore the way his cock twitches in his pants whenever he sees you leave the house, covered in dark bruises, wearing them with a mixture of pride and embarrassment.
Usually they’re hidden underneath your clothes in places only he’s allowed to see and touch. But sometimes—when you let him—Chan makes sure to mark as much of your body as he can cover: your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts.
hello!! I just finished reading anything and I ADORED it. the flawless writing, the trope, and ESPECIALLY the ending. lovingly calling him a whore and their dynamic? immaculate. sub hyune ATE and always leaves no crumbs (tho he kinda gives me switch vibes.) tldr: I loved everything about that fic the only bad thing was it ends :( and I'm kinda curious towards them being in a relationship after!
anyways, I heard you were taking requests 👀 I was wondering if there's specifically anything you wouldn't write, for example, a certain genre or tropes? eg poly relationships or fantasy aus?
thank you and I hope you had an amazing day ♡
- 🥟
dumpling!! hello!! thank you for reading, i'm really really happy you enjoyed it!! anything is my only work that contains sub!skz and it was a bit challenging since im so used to writing sub!reader, so your words really mean a lot :)) thank you baby!
honestly i'll say that my creativity Sucks, like genuinely. i've never written anything poly/fantasy aus, but if you have any ideas let me know! i'm trying to get out of my comfort zone a bit when it comes to writing, so hearing any ideas would definitely be cool! the only thing i won't write is noncon, age play, things like that
I am but I don't think I've been writing as long as you have. So you're the sunbaenim here haha.
Ah, angst. It's honestly all I write. The fluff and smut are just bonus actually. Wasn't a very big angst reader but idk I love writing it. So if you need suggestions, plot/trope ideas, help with description, dialogue or literally anything I'd love love to help out!
Also the "I'll make you proud".. *sob* you're so cute
i'd really love to read one of your works, you seem like a really good writer! i'm fairly new to writing too, i used to write fanfic when i was ab 14 but stopped altogether and only came back to writing in 2020, so i'm still learning a lot! if you're comfortable, feel free to inbox me so we can brainstorm ab boxer!minho 🫣 honestly i'm trying to decide between two major plot points rn and it'd be cool to hear ur opinion on them, so yeah, let me know if u wanna talk :))
Hi hello yes I'm the one who requested boxer!minho. And yay! I'm happy you share the interest👀
Please take all the time you need to flesh out the plot though. I'm a writer myself and God knows it takes me a very long time to be satisfied with what I write, especially if it's something I can already picture in my head (this boxer minho being a part of it.. I've been trying to write him but it's proving to be more difficult than I thought, hence the request! I wanted to see how you'd bring him to life). The process of getting the ideas down in the form of writing is satisfying but also challenging sometimes. So please, go at your pace. I'll be here, waiting patiently, supporting you from the sidelines ❤
oooo you're a writer?? now i'm a bit more nervous JSJSJ but still excited!! i had this idea in my drafts and kinda forgot ab it until your request, i hope it turns out good :)) i'll make u proud i promise 🫡 let me know if there are any specifics you would like to read, every suggestion is welcome!
➮ requests, for me, work as a inspiration fuel. i'm not the most creative person, so writing people's ideas and scenarios works really well for me. however, i can only write ideas i'm really excited/passionate about. that means that if you send a request, i'll give you no guarantees of actually writing it, because it might not be an idea that makes my creativity flow easily. but i do promise i'll try to do everything, i just won't promise i'll be able to.
still, i treasure every single request since it means you actually like my work and want to see more of it. so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you always :)
the loud chatter of his friends mashed with the blasting music sounds distant–you try to make sense of the words of whatever song's playing in an attempt to claw yourself back to reality, but the heartbeat of the man sitting behind you against your back is enough to drag you back inside these four, isolating car doors. minho's vehicle is parked right in front of the party he'd texted you he'd attend–his message followed by a stark "be there".
who were you to say no?
minho’s hair is wet due to your hurried walk from the house to his car, the storm outside so severe it blocks the vision of everything that wasn't ten inches away from his windows, adding even more mystique to the spell he has you under. he loves the way your short dress clings to your body–his stare burning down your shivering skin as you felt your insides starting to burn.
he had you splayed out for him as soon as he shut the door behind you, manhandling you into his lap and adjusting the rear view mirror directly to your exposed cunt, shifting your hips when he wanted a better angle.
he took his time roaming his tonge through your open mouth, swallowing your moans as his hands massaged your breasts. after a while, he forced your dress’ cleavage down, exposing your bare skin to his cold, harsh palm.
“you have no fucking idea how hot you look right now.” he exhaled into your ear, his hot breath warming your neck. you gasp in his hold, stuffing yourself with a third finger as his starry eyes fix in the small mirror before you. “just like that, bunny. make yourself come.”
you let out a exasperated grunt. “i can't, min.” your head shakes, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “you know i need you.”
he chuckles. “come on. i promise you'll get dick once you come. gotta get yourself all wet and ready for me, hm? think you can do that?”
“i'm wet, min. i'm- i'm already wet.”
“really? you think it's enough?” he pinches your right nipple, rolling it in the tip of his fingers. “it still takes you a while to get used to, doesn't it? after all this time?”
you inhale, hips rolling towards your hand at the multiple memories of you struggling to take minho in one go. he kisses your hair, speaking over your whines. “you might need a fourth finger, bunny. your pussy is still too tight for me to use. don't you remember how bad i stretch you out?” his hands leave your breasts to hold your inner thighs apart.
your moans get louder, wrist picking up pace “ah, fuck, minho-”
“what did you call it? too-”
“too thick! fuck, minho, you're so big-” the loud, desperate whining is so embarrassing you eyes blur with tears, the sheer humiliation of having minho fully clothed, refusing to touch you and still absolutely losing it over the mere memory of his cock stuffing you full was torturing.
the car's windows are completely covered in condensation, more tears leaving your eyes as he grinds his erection on your ass.
“gimme a fourth finger, come on. i know you can do it.” you can hear the loud squelch of your sopping cunt against your own hand over the rain. “fuck yourself for me.”
hello!! I am (kinda new) to your acc so I'm still going through your fics, but the ones I read I really enjoy them! I was wondering, since you were moving accounts, will you be reposting all the old works you have? (no pressure, I'm just curious!!)
dw I am an active reader!! I'm just a bit slow in going thru works haha but I love interacting with authors!! thank u for sharing your work with us :D
I was also wondering, do you take anons 👀
thank you and have a great day!! wishing many many reblogs for u on your new blog (I will reblog as much as I can!!)
hello, thank you so much for following!! i don't think i'll be reposting them since i won't delete my old acc. the links in my masterlist will take you to it, lmk if they're not working!! also yes i do take anons c: i just don't have any jsjdjs
thank you thank you!! wishing you the loveliest day too <3
➮ if you want to interact with me have your age visible somewhere in your account and don't have an empty blog. i'll block you otherwise. if you're a minor, don't interact with me or my work at all.
After your roommate walked in on you and offered a helping hand, you couldn't quite get him off your mind. Soon enough you would find out that avoiding your attraction to Minho will only result in bubbling it's accumulation up to the surface.
Roommate!Minho, female reader. ~3.1k words
WARNINGS: smut, fingering (female receiving), minho calls reader bunny (he's projecting), tiniest bit of orgasm denial, mention of reader being in sub space. MDNI.
Author’s note: this was requested!! thank you anon, i hope you like it :) as always, thank you for reading!! reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated c: also, i just moved accs! please follow this one if you'd like : )
Don't interact with my work if you’re a minor or have a ageless/default/empty blog.
Golden hour paints the living room of your shared apartment. Minho was too lazy to get up and close the curtains, and you ignored the man's advances to try and get you to do it for him, "you should be the one to shut them if it's bothering you so damn much" you'd say, a thin veil of fake annoyance covering your lovesick gaze. Both you and your roommate aren't fond of sunlight, but ever since that afternoon in your bedroom you've been leaving curtains open on purpose–just to get the chance to see him bathing in a warm, engulfing, comfortable feeling. Maybe it'll remind him of something, you'd think. Maybe if he allows the sun to linger on his skin for a bit, it'll take him back to that day, to an overwhelming feeling of heat taking over his skin, to an epiphany. Maybe he likes me back.
His light brown locks shine blond in the sunlight and it's impossible to look away–he sits directly parallel to the window, manspreading on the couch with his head thrown back–you were laid on your back beside him, his sole hand on your ankle providing double times the heat the sun ever could.
It's been a couple of months since your encounter, since your dirty mouth wouldn't settle for his hands on your throat and shamelessly verbalized you craved him elsewhere. "I love that you're into dirty talk, but I can't help but wonder how it's like when your mouth's busy." You'd cringe at your words if they weren't responsible for getting Minho on his knees, making you cry later that day. He had gotten up from your bed, kneeled beside it, and guided your hips towards it's edge–your thighs spread open over his shoulders.
As expected, at first, Minho was experimental. He started with gentle kisses along your slit, wetting his pouty lips in your arousal and gently sliding them through your core. You saw stars every time he kissed your clit, allowing his tongue to touch your bud the slightest bit as he sucked it into his mouth. With time, when Minho was satisfied with your whispered pleas, he eased his tongue into you. He'd lap your wetness and smudge it all over you for hours on end, you begged for his fingers multiple times but he didn't comply–said he liked to watch how greedy your cunt was, squeezing around nothing, begging for his sympathy. The sun was still beaming through your bedroom window when Minho walked in on you, but by the time he left you sweaty and breathless and alone in your bed, the moon hanged high in the sky.
Needless to say, Minho didn't leave your mind since that day. You were too spent and embarrassed to leave your room after he left that night, and by the time you joined him for breakfast the morning after, he acted as if the ghost of his touch on your neck was nothing but fruit of your imagination. For a while, you convinced yourself it really was. It was easier to live in a reality where your roommate didn't drive orgasm after orgasm after that orgasm out of you, not only beating your own record but spoiling you so bad that bringing yourself to climax never felt quite right again. That was only until a few weeks later–he threw a quick joke about how his knees were still ruined after "that one time", complaining about not being able to keep up with his dance routine–a daring smirk and raised eyebrows adorning his always so teasing countenance before walking out of the living room, leaving you to deal with the fact that that night did happen, and you were no longer able to gaslight yourself into believing that it didn't. If only Minho allowed you to doubt your own reality, you wouldn't have to sit with a twisted stomach and increasing heartbeat as you watch him watch TV–the bright sun darkening most of his features but highlighting his striking profile.
You wish you could blame the butterflies solely on lust, but the swell of your heart objected infatuation. It has been happening for a while, if you were honest. No one could quite get on your nerves like Minho, no one understood and bounced off of your sense of humor like he did. The tension always grew thicker with each snarky remark of his, an unspoken battle of who would land the last blow. Maybe it would've been fine if he allowed you to pretend that was all your relationship was–a fun, superficial build up of tension, annoyance hiding desire. But of course things couldn't be so simple. Minho had this thing of being able to read you like his favourite novel–he became a master of interpreting each bait and switch of your gaze in your otherwise (to people not fluent in you) neutral expression. You liked it the most when he simply knew you were feeling down, albeit you tried your hardest to not let it show. Like a emotional support cat, he would sneak in your room if he noticed you've spent way too long in isolation and sit at your desk. Sometimes on the floor. Sometimes he would even fold the pile of clothes by the foot of your bed and store them back in your closet. He wouldn't say a word–not until you started the conversation. Minho would cook your favourite meals and shit talk every single one of your favourite shows. He always binge-watched every single one of them with you, though.
"I'm sitting here watching the most bullshit show in existence because of you and you can't do me the favor of getting up and closing the blinds?" He groans, slightly shaking your ankle.
He forces you to stop eyeing him when his attention switches from the TV to you, your eyes instantly glueing to the screen when you replied. "Well if it's so fucking unbearable why don't you spare yourself a few seconds of torture and actually get up and close the curtains?" Your voice is laced with false sweetness, "I'm really enjoying this episode."
"Doesn't look like it." He mutters, getting up from the couch and making his way towards the window.
Your eyes follow him back to the couch. "What do you mean?"
"You spent the last forty five minutes staring at me."
You laugh as if he's wrong. "Your ego is getting way too big."
"And your little crush is getting way too obvious."
You eye him up and down from your spot on the couch, furrowed eyebrows and a challenging smirk plastered on your lips. "Says the one who got his knees fucked up because he couldn't bring himself to stop eating me out."
He shrugs as a chuckle leaves his lips, bored eyes fix on the screen before you. "Says the one who was screaming from just getting my tongue. You came like eight times."
"You were going at it for hours."
"You were begging me to keep going."
"Whatever. Shut the fuck up." Laughter echoes through the room when you playfully push him with your feet, Minho quick to cage your legs on his lap again.
Minutes of comfortable silence settle in the room, the low volume of the show you both seem to be engulfed in barely covering Minho's low voice, his words getting muffled by their breathiness.
"I haven't been able to get it off my mind, you know." His gaze follows the patterns his thumb draws on your skin. "How you were begging for me."
You humm, heart thundering in your chest as your tired eyes fix on the screen–they didn't budge, but you couldn't tell what was going on in the show to save your life. You let him sit on his words before replying. "I think about that day too." A sigh escapes your parted lips, "All the time."
Minho's eyes turn to you, holding a gentle spark that seemed foreign to them–it reminds you of a spider slowly approaching it's prey, watching it struggle to escape it’s web. You wonder if he knows how long you've been patiently tangling yourself in his strings, waiting for him to swallow you whole.
"All the time?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. You nod, watching as Minho spreads his thighs, tapping the space between them. "Come here, then."
You feel your heartbeat in your cunt as you crawl to sit between his legs, relaxing your back on his chest. Minho's hand wastes no time finding it's way under your spaghetti strap shirt, palm caressing the awakening goosebumps on your skin as his other hand moves your hair, exposing your neck to him. His tongue leaves a wet trail from your collarbone to just under your ear, Minho humming lowly when he chooses a spot to suck onto. You shudder in his hold, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes began to loose focus, eyelids fluttering shut. "Missed your mouth so much."
He chuckles, "Could've ask for it. Didn't I mention how much I like it when you beg?"
You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat when his palms find your breasts. It's the first time you've felt his touch there–lightning running through your veins as Minho moans on the skin he sucked into his mouth, your hand instinctively pulling his soft roots. Still, your eyes roll at his remark. "I don't even know what I liked the most about that day..." He grinds against you, making you trail off to a moan. "If it was how good you made me feel, or that you couldn't say anything the entire time."
His teeth bite into your skin and you can feel his smirk against you. "If you like it so much when I'm quiet you should try keeping my mouth busy."
You pulled Minho's hair harsher than you intended, but his loud moan when his lips clash into yours indicate you shouldn't worry about it too much. He feels lightheaded when you pull it again, lust slowly blinding his senses as your tongue pries his mouth open, his hands groping your breasts rougher each time your ass massaged his cock–your hips moving in slow, circular motions on his lap.
Saliva mounds in the corner of Minho's lips when one of his hands make their way down your torso, your sigh giving him a quick moment to inhale before your hunger envelopes him again. The constant moans of both parties fill the room, Minho's cock growing harder in his shorts the more you press against him. He smirks against your lips when his fingers find the soppy spot on your underwear.
Your shudders mess with Minho's mind as he presses his palm to your cunt, rubbing you throughly through your underwear. He inhales your warm pants against his mouth when his middle finger nudges your clit. "Where did all that attitude go, huh?"
Suddenly, your brain found it difficult to grasp words to your sentences. "Still have it." You moaned out, unable to break eye contact with the man.
"You better lose it if you wanna cum." His thumbs hook on each side of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down as you raise your hips off the couch. Minho wastes no time in throwing both your legs over each of his knees, promptly spreading you out for him. You don't even think of the fact that he's still fully clothed when he raises your shirt, resting it above your breasts–one of his hands palming your needy cunt being more than enough to distract you from the embarrassment.
You're too addicted to Minho's kiss to reply, seeking his mouth as soon as oxygen fills your lungs again. He swallows each of your loud moans, the restricted sounds lighting his skin on fire. His other hand spreading your lips open, giving him space to properly massage your clit–tips of his fingers dipping in your entrance ever so slightly just to circle back to your nub.
Your hips uncontrollably raise off the couch, your hands gripping the cushion for support each time his fingers flicked rapidly on your cunt. With your climax so close your eyes were already squeezed shut, you can't help but whine loudly on his face when Minho takes his hand completely off of you. Helpless, you're unable to hold yourself up when your knees stutter, falling back on the couch with a thud–Minho's hand immediately cupping you again, palm massaging it thoroughly as he chuckles at your whines.
"I was close, Min." You whine, mindlessly, rolling your hips to meet his hand.
"Hmm? Were you, baby? I'm sorry, I didn't know." His voice sounds so sweet, so genuine it melts your heart a little. Even after you open your eyes and take in his smirk, you can't help but being putty in his hands when he knows how to use them so well.
Minho's hips stumble back to life when he rolls them, pressing his erection against your ass and moaning into your mouth–tongues growing hungrier for one another with each sound leaving your lips.
Minho's entire body lights up in flames–he's sure every inch of his skin is burning red with the way you're grinding against his painful erection, your loud moans right next to his ear, and your soaked core ruining his hand–his palm so wet the sounds of his skin against yours were audible even if the loud moans demanded his full attention.
He knows you, and he can tell when you get too lost in it. You get into sub space rather easily, at least with him, and you get so whiny and squirmy it makes Minho's heart thunder in his ribcages, swelling with the need to have you all to himself. You would think the awakening of this feelings would make Minho go easier on you, but you're just too cute when you don't get what you want for him to cave so easily.
It's really out of your control at this point–your mind is no longer with you when goosebumps spike all over your skin, hips instinctively lifting off the couch again, seeking Minho's hand, seconds away from release. He entertains you for a few more seconds, moaning back in your mouth before sliding his hand off your core to your inner thigh, spreading your wetness through your skin as he kneads the soft flesh. You whine his name, throwing your head back on his shoulder with a grunt, grinding harshly against him.
"Minho, be nice to me, please."
"I'm being nice, bunny. Are you not feeling good?" The fact that his condescending tone seems to be going right over your hazed head entertains him. Dumb little baby's feeling too good to keep up with his teasing.
"I'm not feeling good enough." You argue, eyes now on his. He can't help giving a quick peck to your pout.
"Hmm? Not good enough? Look down, bunny." You both do. It just hit you that you're doing this in broad daylight, right in your living room. Your cunt, your inner thighs, the couch beneath you and Minho's hand all glistening with your arousal. The sight makes embarrassment catch up to you, hiding your face on his neck.
"I made a mess, sorry."
He lets out a soft chuckle, hand leaving your breast to massage the nape of your neck, his other palm gently rubbing your core. "Don't take full credit now, pretty. I made a mess out of you. Isn't that right?"
You nod against him, hips shyly beginning to move again.
"Are you gonna come for me now?" That makes you open your eyes and look at him, nodding with purpose. He wonders if his gaze looks as lost as yours, pupils blown with desire for him.
His hand leaves your hair and snakes down your body, spreading your lips with his pointer and index fingers as his other hand finds your clit. You start moaning as soon as his wrist starts moving, setting a fast pace with clear purpose.
You seek his lips again and he relents to your urgency, open mouths clashing with one another. Minho uses his hold on the hand that's spreading you open to try and keep your hips still, you grow more and more restless the closer you get to your climax, your moans getting louder and goosebumps violently creeping their way back under your skin, your hips trembling uncontrollably under his hold. Minho's movements screamed experienced.
"Tell me whose is it." His voice is low, breathy, as if he was as close as you were.
You struggle to reply, voice sounding shaky through moans. "It's yours. Yours, yours, Minho."
"This pussy is mine?" You nod, lips hanging open and eyes squeezed shut. "All mine? I can have it whenever I want?"
"Fuck, please, yes, Minho. It's all yours."
Your limbs shake in his hold, pleasure running hot through your veins as your walls pulse around nothing. Minho's fingers move in an addictive pace–overwhelmingly numbing you to the feeling of anything else besides his touch on your abused bud. The buzzing in your mind is so loud it desensitizes your ears–all you understand is your mouth is hanging open, you have no grasp over how loud your moans have become, too drugged to try and hold them back.
"Sweet little cunt. Miss your taste so bad." He purrs against your mouth, lips touching yours. "Come on, come on my fingers so you can clean yourself off of them. You want that? Hmm?"
It takes a while for your orgasm to ride off completely, the man behind you keeping his hand leisurely playing with you until your body relaxes on him. You stare, eyes sleepy as you watch Minho licking your arousal off his fingers. When his eyes bore into yours, you lips open instinctively.
"Tastes good, hmm?" You nod, looking at him as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. "Can't be too selfish, gotta share with you too."
Your body is buzzing with satisfaction, low humming settled in your throat as Minho stares into your eyes. Both his hands now soothe the goosebumps in your skin.
"Hi." You laugh at him, pretty smile plastered on his lips.
"Hi." Your reply grants a quick peck to your lips.
Minho hugs your waist, inhaling sharply before hiding his face on your neck, mumbling against the skin. "D'you wanna go out sometime?"
—possible reasons why you're blocked by me and/or other writers | lino-nyangi
so yesterday i found out that i probably have well over 1.5k blogs blocked for not respecting my blog rules when interacting so i decided to share this guide. i'm posting it on my sideblog so that blogs that i have already blocked can also see this.
this is a bit of an exhaustive list. i don't think all writers have these rules, so i ordered them by priority. meaning from those who ALL writers mostly likely block for, to least.
• you're a default blog. meaning your blog looks anything like this:
creepy. looks like a bot— which is a common thing in tumblr. bots interacting with your content can risk getting your blog shadowbanned, which does so much damage to writers. i for one am not taking that risk.
how to fix it:
put a profile picture on, it can be anything. name your blog, don't leave it as "untitled". i will get to more points as i go.
• you don't have an age indicator anywhere on your blog.
me and other nsfw writers impose this rule because we do not want our content anywhere near minors. if you don't have your age or 18+ (if you're uncomfortable putting a specific number), we can't guess if you're of age or not. so we block just to be safe.
that being said, all nsfw works do have explicit disclaimers. most of my fics have a "smut/minors dni" and/or this before the cut:
still, ageless blogs continue to interact with it. which i think is rude tbh. please respect the rules set. i know this doesn't prevent minors completely from having access to nsfw content, but disclaimers and blocking ageless blogs are the most we as writers can do to make it less likely. the rest of the responsibility falls on the minors themselves to stay away from content that's not made for them.
how to fix it:
easy! put an age indicator on your bio. you can edit your bio by tapping the 🎨 icon in your profile. if you still can't get it to work. make a new post, type in your age and any other stuff you would like to say about yourself (who you stan, what you enjoy etc) then hit post. once it's posted, tap the three dots on the top left corner and then tap "pin post". that way this post is the first thing to appear on your blog and writers can easily access the information.
• you have an empty blog.
tumblr mainly works through reblogging content, likes don't really do anything. here is a very informative post by @tasteleeknow on why and how to reblog to support your favorite writers ♡ please make sure to read it.
an empty blog leaving silent likes on fics is not only creepy, but leaves the writer with mixed feelings. you read the fic, you enjoyed it, but didn't bother to reblog it. did they not enjoy it enough? what didn't they like about it? and more stupid questions can make their way to the writer's head. reassure them with a reblog!
how to fix it:
i'm not asking you to post anything. a lot of people have blogs just to browse around. but reblog the posts that you see and like. fill your blog with things you enjoy/agree with. gifs, quotes, shit posts, fics. use your blog.
that being said, blogs with one single post reblogged or that haven't been active for months/years also get blocked. you're obviously still on the platform if you leave a like on my post. so again, use your blog.
• you have posts reblogged on your blog, but none of them are fics AND/OR you only "like" fics.
personally, i also block blogs who consume fics but don't reblog them. if you have no writing reblogged, either from me or other writers, i probably don't vibe with you. i don't expect everyone to enjoy everything i put out, but surely you enjoy other fics, don't you?
i'm not asking for everyone to interact with my content, i'm asking the ones who read it, to show that they did.
if you're a spam liker, you're most likely getting blocked too. i don't mind empty likes here and there (and to be honest it's too much work, most writers get empty likes daily. just look at the like/reblog ratio on any fic and you'll understand). but if you go through 5+ of my posts (which only implies you enjoy what you read), without reblogging any, you're getting blocked. it makes me uncomfortable.
how to fix it:
if you like a fic, please don't just tap the heart and move on. reblog it. it lets the writer know you enjoyed it better than a like does, because it helps the fic reach more people like you that might enjoy it.
if you like to keep fics you want to read in the liked tab, a better option would be to reblog them with hashtags like #to be read or #reading list etc. that way when you search up the hashtag in your blog you can find all the fics you're been wanting to read. it can get easily messy with likes, as it's essentially the same thing as hoarding instagram posts in "saved" or tweets in "bookmarks". separating them with tags is much more organized and practical.
if you have a sfw blog with minors following you and you don't want to share nsfw content there, it's totally fine. i once again refer you to the post linked above where jade explains how to open a sideblog for reblogging fics and using tags.
tumblr is not social media, or at least i don't consider it so. it's totally anonymous, so you don't have to worry about anyone judging you for reblogging that fic with a weird kink. nobody cares, we're all mad here.
please please please don't be a passive content consumer. give back to artists and writers who spend a lot of time and effort on their work.
• i simply don't vibe with you.
now this is the least likely reason that you could be blocked for by me. but if you don't check any of the boxes above, it's probably the case. tumblr is all about curating your experience and so blocking/unfollowing blogs/content you don't really want to see is encouraged. less stress, less drama.
there isn't really a way to fix this, i probably won't be unblocking blogs i blocked for this reason simply because i did it for the sake of my own peace of mind.
—how to be unblocked
you can get in touch with me here via ask or private messaging to ask to be unblocked. i do, of course, expect you to fix the things that you might've been blocked for, or else i don't have a reason to unblock you.
[you may have also noticed that i have anon ask option off on this blog, that's because i need to know your username in order to unblock you. other than that, i just simply don't want to receive anon asks on here.]
i know there is a small chance that this will only encourage silent readers to be silent and not interact at all to avoid being blocked, which is way worse. but i'm begging you, -and i shouldn't have to do it- to not be a silent reader.
i hope this post was informative enough for you to realize why me or any of your favorite writers that you can't find anymore have blocked you. please consider fixing these things about your blog. we don't like blocking people, if anything, we want our fics to be enjoyed by everyone (of age). but please respect etiquette around this hellsite.
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