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[yoontothemoon]

yoooonnnnn!!! i've missed you so much!! i hope life isn't too hard on you :( ily and take care angel

i’ve missed yoooooou. life is life, it is hard. if it wasn’t, then it wouldn’t be life. ily2.

[yoontothemoon]

understandable, lots of urls have changed. you may or may not remember my old url ‘leojov’ 😊 truly i have missed you dearly

!!! ah. hello again! <3

[yoontothemoon]

saw that you were back for a while and wanted to say that i hope that you’re resting well, staying hydrated and eat well even if times may be bad 🥺💞💞 missed you lots yoon!!

aww thanks gina ;n; i hope you’re doing well too and that things are going well in these trying times.

[yoontothemoon]

yoon!!! 🥺 i have missed you so much!

ahh i miss everyone but i also don’t know who anyone is anymore lol.

[yoontothemoon]

HOLY SHIT UR BACK??? i missed u and ur writing oh wow 🥺😭 (we were moots on my old account hehe)

I’m sort of back. I don’t know how much I’ll be posting. I just need a distraction from my financial situation.

[yoontothemoon]

kites and string

pairing: choi seungcheol x daughter of hecate. words: 1145. genre: percy jackson au.  summary: several demigods trapped on the island of ogygia sent to the dogs like maze runner, facing the dangers of the island. an instance in which seungcheol does what he can to keep his people alive until they are rescued. this is the story of the four times she touched him and the one time he touched her. yoon notes: i’ve had this in drafts... i’m trying to work through things. i’ve come back to writing because things in my life are not great right now. hi. ☽ probably viewed best on desktop.

there were moments where they expected to never make it out. never see what was beyond the borders of the island. borders of the little game that she decided to play. the island where calypso was banished to. ogygia. but to the lost it was hell and not just the island that they learned at camp or school.

the island where calypso had held odysseus captive for seven long years.  

one would have never expected this to exist, although none expected demigods to exist either. funny how this was part of it. this was a part of the danger that they experienced. they were stolen away and made to play a part in whatever whim the new owner of the island wished. they were her play things, children born of gods and mortals, much more pliable than mortals alone. they were just play things, but of course demigods weren’t the only ones.

there were monsters.

seungcheol thought it was hilarious, or rather he didn't. he found it almost strange in a way, outside of what he had known. sure, he admitted to learning first hand because he had to in this hellscape where there was danger at every turn.

when he first arrived on the island, it felt abnormal to him. it was like a nightmare come to life. the low tone voices in his head and the spread of dissent through the ranks because of his unknown parentage.

he was made to be a leader; the person who everyone turned to for answers. he fell into the position with a furrowed brow. he led the charge, he learned how to fight and lose people—to feel accountable to someone else aside from himself. he wished that half of them had survived.

but she survived.

a lone daughter of hecate on this messed up island. she was the one that everyone was scared of. the one that they called the ghost, but truly she was as lost as anyone else was. seungcheol knew and he knew that she was as terrified as anyone else. to seungcheol, she needed him like anyone else. and to that daughter of hecate, seungcheol needed her because she was constant.

i.

his head was turned, looking away as another kid dropped dead from the poisoned water. the kid had told him  that they had survived in a place like this, and seungcheol had stupidly trusted that—a mistake he would never make again, that he couldn’t make again. 

his voice is low, and rough. “we keep moving.” the kids in the small group he had taken on (they were new, and had coerced him into helping them when he was by now only wanting to keep himself and maybe a few others alive), horrified, slowly starting making their way forward, continuing on the path.

honestly, he had hoped that it wasn’t poison. he had expected there to be a kelpie dragging them under. it would have been less painful, less to witness as they trudged along the path. he has been here too long to hope for the best.

he counts the heads.

he stays behind, and faintly, he feels a light touch on his shoulder. she’s still with him, he realizes. she’s so quiet sometimes, and while he can feel her presence generally, it still surprises him.

slowly, the tension in his shoulders slinks off of him, and all that bravado comes out with a sigh. once he’s sure there’s a solid enough distance between them and the kids, but enough that he can still see them, they start walking again.

it’s the first time she’s ever done that. a part of him wishes he didn’t think it would be the only time.

ii.

she touches his back lightly as they look out over the land. the first time that they had climbed about the jungle. they were barely keeping afloat. there was a grimace too, he hates how it reminds him of all the exotic poisonous animals he learned about in school: pretty to look at, but poisonous. gods, he hated how everything was fucking poisonous.

they weren’t going to be here for long, but the break was needed. they had gone too far and too long for them to overcome this now.

it takes a lot of effort to keep his muscles from tensing when he feels her hand on his back—almost barely there. he wants to touch her back, but he knows that’s a lost cause in his heart.

so he lives in the moments. he closes his eyes and hopes for the best regardless of how exhausted they all were. at least they weren’t being hunted.

at least they had that.

iii.

some kid is taking them off the island. all of them, all of the ones that survived despite the circumstances. there are so many people he recognizes but doesn’t care for. instead of thinking of how fortunate it is that they’re all alive, or praying, the only thought running through his mind is that there’s too many people.

she could phase through the boat and get lost. so he makes sure to kick his feet up and let out a growl when people try to get too close.

faintly, he can feel someone squeeze his arm. he doesn’t have to look to know who it is, and he doesn’t hide the faint flicker of a smile.

iv. / v.

they got separated for a few days arriving at the camp. they made him go to the other camp for a while, to “sort out things” because of his parentage. mostly, he was just tense and ready to snap, especially so when people just tried to figure him out. he had spent too much time, too much energy on keeping people alive—so tightly wound. 

it was too much, all at once. he didn’t care that he was a son of zeus or that he was safe. he cared about other people. he cared about how long they had been abandoned and unheard.

they had told him that he had been gone for years.

they had been in a state of limbo.

it was fitting.

it felt like another thing to overcome. trauma. he needed to know where his people were. he needed to know that they were together and safe because they were the only ones that knew what they were going through.

he needed to know where she was.

when he finally gets back to camp she runs to him and hugs him so tightly. it’s so much contact for her, he’s worried for a brief moment that if he responds, she’ll disappear.

slowly, his arms find their way around her torso, and he hugs her. his eyes close and he memorizes how it feels to have her this close.

he feels grounded, no longer just floating in the wind. bloody and broken, she was the string that lead him home.

[yoontothemoon]

I’m three pages out of my six page outline done. I’m getting there it is just so going working six days a week. If anything I will have plenty of time to finish writing this on my flight to South Korea. I’m at 4K which is manageable. Sort of.

[yoontothemoon]

in south korea until the 7th i’m trying :c

[wwounu]

k.mg | “why should we date?”

✧˚ * . pairing: mingyu x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “why should we date?” (“because we’re attracted to each other” “i’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie”)

✧· . ˚ word count:

[ from: oh my | you made my dream m.list ]

(( note: this is a tattoo soulmate au where one of the phrases your soulmate says is tattooed in their handwriting on your arm, however once it’s said, the words disappear and will have your soulmate’s name instead, enjoy~ ))

Slamming your palm on the table, you attract the bartender to come over, the latter setting down the glasses he was polishing.

“Another,” you grumble, tilting your glass tiredly and accidentally nudge it on the worker’s stomach.

“I’ll do as you ask, but this is your fourth glass and it’s worrying me.”

“Listen…” You guide the bartender to say his name, hand gesturing and waving the glass.

“Mingyu,” he introduces.”

“Listen Mingyu, it’s been a long day and soulmates suck.” Mingyu takes your empty drink as you knit your eyebrows, working on the beverage you’ve been requesting.

While working, he has a small smile, intrigued. “What did your soulmate do?”

“Not my soulmate,” corrects you, “my friend’s. She recently found her other half and now I’m the only one from out of all my friends that doesn’t have one.”

The bartender hums, nodding to indicate he was listening. “Sorry my mistake, I thought you and your soulmate were having troubles.”

“Oh, me?” Sitting up, you’re quick to defend yourself, staring at the slight word on your arm slipping out of your sleeve. “No, I haven’t met mine yet. Don’t think I ever will anyway.”

“Why not?”

“No one is ever going to say my phrase, I think the soulmate gods are playing tricks on me.” You answer, thinking over your destined set of words that you were grown to lying about because they were so stupid.

Finally finished with the drink, Mingyu pushes the glass near to your end, going to another customer and working on their order.

“So…”

“So?”

Mingyu watches you consume most of your drink in one go, waiting until you finished. “Are you going to tell me your phrase?”

Eyes glancing at your sleeve again, you slouch slightly, hesitant. “It’s food related, that’s all I got to say.” Because how would you admit your words were I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie?

Nevertheless, Mingyu can only comply. “Well, gotta love a soulmate who loves food.”

You laugh along with Mingyu, shaking your head. “Yeah, sure do.” Crossing your arms on the wood, you want to know about this bartender a little more, given that he’s been listening to you rant and serving you drinks for an hour now. “What about you? A guy like you would’ve already probably found your soulmate,” you tut afterwards, “lucky. You get to rub it in my face…”

“’A guy like me’?”

“Whatever, you just… Have that aura.”

“Then you’d be surprised if I told you that I’m soulmate-free,” and it does surprise you, “and that my phrase is worse than yours.”

“Ooh, tell me!”

Mingyu drapes the small towel over his shoulder, sighing as he recites his tattoo, some of it revealed underneath his top, the top buttons unbuttoned, the permanent ink just under his collarbone.

He tells you and your mouth drops, wide-eyed. “’That’s bullshit, now come kiss me’? Your childhood must’ve been awful.”

“I’m not exaggerating when I say it was. My grandma wasn’t pleased at that. My family had to put bandages on my chest when I was a kid so they could cover it… Pretty hilarious, really.”

Agreeing to some extent, you remember about your plans the next day. “Shit, I’m seeing my friends for dinner tomorrow and I’ll be the millionth wheel there-” You hit your had on the marble counter, wanting to yell. Raising your head, you think it’s best to have another drink. “Hey Mingyu-”

“On it,” Mingyu picks up quickly, already at the other side to fix up a drink for you.

Somehow, that next drink triggered you to have another, then another, and another.

Drunk; you were drunk off your wits.

“Mingyu!” You shout although it almost turning midnight and there was no need to shout at someone right in front of you.

“Huh?”

“Can we fake date?”

“Fake date?”

“My fake date,” you hic, “for tomorrow.”

“We… Barely know each other’s birthdays.”

“Well my birthday is…” You tell him your birthday, poking a finger on the table and staring at him closely. “You look like you’re born on June 2nd.”

“I’m actually born in April, but, i’m not going to be your date,” Mingyu reasons, your pout growing when he rejects you.

“Be my fake date, Mingyu,” your eyes begin to water, high pitched whining as you almost fall off the stool trying to drink from the glass that Mingyu’s trying to get back.

“I told you, no.”

“……” You stay still, just looking at him. Mingyu begins to think you’re sleeping with your eyes open until you say with the quietest voice, “I want you as my fake date, please…”

“Why should we date?” Sighs Mingyu, wondering what he’s getting himself into.

“Because we’re attracted to each other!” You yell once more, all the energy back when you slump on the counter, pressing your cheek on the cold surface.

“I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” Mingyu replies, his mind lingering on the food for no reason, shrugging.

His face turns into pure concern when you gasp for almost a minute, face about to turn blue.

“Hey, hey! You okay?” Mingyu tries to settle you down on your stool, you now sitting still and having a mini staring competition.

“That’s bullshit,” you spit, pure disappointment and disgust on your face, similar to one like a child, “now come kiss me!”

The bartender is about to argue again until he processes your words, not knowing what to do with what you just said. To make sure of things, he pulls on his shirt to check the skin near his collarbone, watching the words slowly fade and form into something else.

He looks back at you, worried when he lifts up your arm and pulls the sleeve up, watching the words he just said form into his name, but you were too drunk to even realise.

“Holy shit,” Mingyu mumbles, “we have to get you home.”

His shift was over hours ago, but here he was, calling a taxi and putting you in after what felt like hours of convincing and trying to find out your address, keeping you upright from avoiding to get your head hit by the window. Somehow, he almost cradles you by the fact that you’re leaning to him, giggling non-stop.

“Damn, you’re heavy…” He states when he carries you into your room, you winding down as you were tired from moving your limbs so much when going up the stairs.

When he sets you down, he thinks it’s best to leave you, but before he does you call him. “Ming-yoo,”

“Mingyu-”

“Ming-yoo,” you correct, missing the snicker from Mingyu, “you’ll… You’ll be my date, right?” You shyly ask.

All Mingyu does is grin in the dark, scared to touch your hair but he does anyway. 

“Sure. Now rest, goodnight.”

“Goodnight…”

And Mingyu leaves your room, the light shrinking into darkness.

The next morning you wake with a raging pain your head; last night was the biggest blur but you don’t remember being tucked into bed. Maybe something happened, you think yet ignore the matter, glad that you were home and had a reasonable excuse to miss out the dinner with your friends and their soulmates.

Sitting up on the bed, you find a folded note on your bedside table, attracting your eyes. Reaching for the note, you open it to read the contents within.

XX-XXX-XXXX

drinks are great, but, i think i’d like to know you without them involved. be my date?

—your soulmate

Signed off with two tiny hearts, you rub your aching eyes and read the note to make sure it’s real, identifying the handwriting like the one on your tattoo—

Your tattoo.

Pulling up your sleeve, you see the new and changed tattoo running down the inside of where your elbow begins — the inked nam that confirms your missing half, your true love, your soulmate.

Kim Mingyu.

[wwounu]

vhc | why should we date?

✧˚ * . pairing: vernon x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “why should we date?” (“because we’re attracted to each other” “i’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie”)

✧· . ˚ word count:

✧⋆.+ dedicated to, @yooniegalaxy

[ from: oh my | you made my dream m.list ]

“If coconut oil is made out of coconuts and almond oil is made out of a variety of almonds, would that mean baby oil…”

Vernon stops bouncing his wall towards the wall — mainly because it hit him in the stomach as he had to process your question — staring at you with eyes widened, but mouth shaped as if he tasted an overly spoilt banana split.

But he burst into laugher, clutching his stomach and the ball in his hand so hard that he loses his balance. “Oh my god, why did you even think of that?”

“I dunno! My cousin told me that the police took babies who misbehaved to make baby oil when I was a kid, so that’s why I never wanted to make her mad because I was scared she’ll call the police and take me away — I didn’t want to be taken away, Vernon, I was five!”

Your best friend wipes the tears from his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He even pulled his beanie over his face because he’d start giggling if he looked at you. “That’s so dumb.”

“Whatever! At least your best friend is here and not being used as oil for babies right now.”

“Right, so,” clearing his throat, Vernon goes back to throwing his baseball to the wall and catching it, “it’s my cousin’s wedding next week-”

“The one who gave you their fish to look after and you accidentally let it down the drain or the one that you ate their weed brownie without knowing?”

“Not those two, god no, it’s the one you met at the mall with me, remember?”

“Oh the model?”

“Stop calling my cousin that, they’re engaged.”

“But it doesn’t take an idiot to admit that your cousin is a dreamboat — how in the hell are you related?” You click your fingers quickly. “Got it. Sorry to tell you Vernon, but you’re adopted— AH!”

You shriek at the ball flying your way, luckily catching it as Vernon only laughs, yourself feeling offended by the action and throw it back with anger.

“Creep.” Vernon mumbles, appalled. You stick your tongue out at him before he continues. “Okay, but, I was thinking you should come as my date.”

“Date?”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“Why should we date?”

“Uh…” Vernon pauses after an awful try to juggle his baseball with small rocks. “Because we’re attracted to each other?”

“I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Just be my date!” Your best friend shouts, arms waving like a child. “If I said my cousin wanted to meet you again, would be come?”

“Oh really?! Dreamboat said that?!”

“No, but you’d still come if I said that?”

“You!“ You choke, standing up within seconds to chase Vernon until you catch him, jumping on his back to mess up his hair under that eyesore yellow beanie of his.

Vernon protects his hair with his hands, grabbing your wrists with one hand as you wriggle, the other hand having trouble with carrying you. “Not the hair! Truce, truce! I’m sorry!”

Eventually you get down, panting as all your energy was used on trying to mess up Vernon’s hair.

“But seriously, half of my family wants you to come. They’ve been wondering when you’re coming back ever since my grandparents’ golden.”

“Ah, I’m just the people’s favourite,” Vernon nudges your arm as a reply, “huh, I do miss them too though. If you have something to offer in return, I’m all ears.”

He looks at you dead in the eye, totally given up at your behaviour. Giving in, he holds out his hand which you gladly take. “To the ice cream parlour we go…”

“And the arcade!”

“And the arcade,” Vernon begins to walk with you, swaying side to side, “wait, what’s happening over there?” 

You move your head to see nothing mildly interesting going on behind you, and when you turn back, your vision goes black, fading into an eyesore yellow, followed by the crazy giggle of your best friend, his voice getting further away.

“You never said I had to pay! Last one there does, so better catch up loser!”

“VERNON—“

[yoontothemoon]

I’m three pages out of my six page outline done. I’m getting there it is just so going working six days a week. If anything I will have plenty of time to finish writing this on my flight to South Korea. I’m at 4K which is manageable. Sort of.

[infinityuserboxes]

[simonghostrileys]

Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧

[slagginbitch]

i fixed it

[tanzanitedepths]

Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

[madlori]

This is gold.

[jumpingjacktrash]

i do not see a flaw

[mother-of-a-murder]

[SLAMMING REBLOG BUTTON REPEATEDLY]

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

NORMALIZING COMMENTING EVERY TIME YOU KUDOS BECAUSE FANFIC WRITERS CANT READ YOUR MIND TO KNOW WHAT YOUR FAVE PARTS WERE PLEASE

[jeongi]

this is DEADASS how i plan out my smut

[kwanisms]

This is strangely similar to how I plan out smut lmao

[belovedyuuri]

August 21st is Fanfic Writer’s Appreciation Day  💕

Let’s be honest - we all forget to leave a comment sometimes. We don’t always go out of our way to click the “come talk to me on tumblr” link on AO3 to scream about the fic in the author’s inbox. On August 21st I encourage you to take a moment and show fanfic writers that you appreciate them!

How can you do it?

leave a comment and kudos on every fic you finish reading. Doesn’t matter how short. Doesn’t matter if you’re just repeating what other people have already said. Just be kind! Keysmashing, Caps Lock, and live commenting appreciated! (Bonus points if you leave a comment on every chapter)

ideas for what to put in a comment: one | two

floaty review box for ao3 (super useful for commenting as you read + it has a ‘review tips’ button if you feel stuck)

reblog ficlets, drabbles, fics, fic rec posts, etc. Put a nice comment in the tags. Remember that likes, while appreciated, don’t give the writer any exposure, meaning the posts don’t reach more people

go to your local fanfic writer’s inbox and talk to them about their fic of your choice. Let them know how long ago you’ve read it and what story point/sentence/scene still makes you smile when you think about it

send thank you messages to fic writers. In a world where you have to pay for almost everything, they’re supplying you with countless hours of free entertainment. It can get quite lonely without getting messages acknowledging the hours they spend writing stories - let them know their time and effort is appreciated

make fic rec posts and @ the authors whose fics you’re recommending! (believe me, fic writers love to see their stories in these posts)

create something inspired by a fic! You can draw fanart, make a moodboard or aesthetic post, or even write a song for the fic you love. Whether you’re a beginner or a pro doesn’t matter - the thought alone is what counts more than anything <3

buy the writer a coffee if they have a ko-fi page and you have some change lying around c: Caffeine keeps most fic writers awake when they struggle with a particularly slow draft or a difficult scene. More coffee, more content.

These are only some ideas out of the sea of possible ways to appreciate fanfic writers. On August 21st show the writers in your fandom(s) some love <3

[yoontothemoon]

As we near the end of August... am I closer to finishing anything? Possibly. Am I making moodboards to bide my time to avoid responsibilities? Yes. Am I staring at my drafts wondering if I will ever finish them? No.

[saydaname17]

Writing fanfic like

me: *has a fantastic idea* me: *opens tumblr* me: *starts typing* me: this is awful me: *closes tumblr*

[saydaname17]

i tried my best to write my idea

[boogerines-closed]

A little birdy told me about your blog, now I'm here binge reading your content and im in love uwu you're blurbs and fanfics are so amazing also since I'm new to Tumblr can you recommend me some cute svt blogs uwu - leafanon (heh made that up)

i am yet again the embodiment of this :  ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥) THANK YOU SO MUCH!! o h my god, i feel like i need to take a few moments to cry or something cause idk i’m so happy you like my stuff. thank you and thank you to the little birdie! 

okay, moving on! welcome to tumblr first! be prepared for a long post because i have a lot to say and love about all these amazing people! since you said cute blogs, it narrows all this down to fluff writing so to my friends that write nsfw YOU GUYS ARE JUST AS AMAZING  (anon, if you want a separate list for the 18+, i’m not opposed to making one)

in no particular order: 

@yoontothemoon - yoon writes beautifully. really beautifully. her writing is one of the prettiest and her descriptions are art. they pull you in and you just feel everything in that moment. she dabbles in moodboards too and they’re Pretty! oh, check out her sleep series! this is one of her best. 

@dreaminghaos - fee, oh man fee. this is another person that writes beautifully. her work should really be put in a museum where it can be properly admired. her au’s are to die for and her moodboards, for EVERY fic, are gorgeous. she’s also the creator of summer loving! and a nct writer.

@choco-seventeen - choco is a household name. i used to read hee stuff wayyy before i started out and its gorgeous. my word isn’t much so i really suggest you check her out yourself and be prepared to be blown away. cough her josh fic phone lines was angst and that shit hurt. 

@svt-kismet - amara is a 16-year old genius. again, beautiful writer. she works hard on descriptions and you can see that she does. my personal favourite is a this joshua one she did. very s o f t. 

@skydivingstars - kesya here is amazing. i have no idea how her mind works but there’s just something about her writing that makes your heart ache. it’s light and soft yet painful and beautiful all at once. not many writers can make you feel that many emotions but kesya does it well. 

@imagineshua - if you my friend are a josh fan (like i am) this here is one of the cutest josh blogs ever. it’s super domestic and just the softest ever. in a need for a josh pickup? this is all you need. 

@seventeen-soft-time - it think it’s pretty clear what this blog is about. all the softness you will ever need. from what i read, it’s casual and cute all the time. 

@sunlithues - melissa here wrote the cutest! josh fic. okay i’m sorry im very biased. i think my measuring system is cuteness of josh fics. jokes aside, mel is a good writer and i’m excited to see what she has in store. definitely keep a watch for her!

@softkwannie - sophie! she has a really cute series she’s doing based on sweaters once worn by svt. so far there’s only one chapter but it looks promising!

@boonanna - ana is working on a series called kisses and it’s good! it’s based on different kinds of kisses and if that’s not cute, i don’t what is. 

@babiesanshine - gina is the cutest little shit writes very cute drabbles and stuff. she’s also an ateez writer. she’s quick when it comes to stuff and it’s always the cutest.

@leojov - LEO’S LOCATION STAMPS! especially the jihoon ones, oh my good i died. and her pictures are all taken by her. the aesthetic is out of this world. but my favourite is the hidden track: holiday i’m being biased again. here comes the measuring system. leo has an ongoing series - the light series but that’s huhu 18+ sometimes. 

@lxveille - again another household name. she’s done A LOT and you should check out her extensive  masterlist if you have the time. there’s a mix of so many genre’s so it’s a library on it’s own.

@svtegg - mina is a sweetheart and it shows in her writing. it’s very, very cute and i suggest you check out her masterlist cause everything there is cute. 

@falling-f0r-svt - if you want short cute drabbles and timestamps, luna is the one to go to. she’s quick with request and an absolute angel. 

@aigremoine -  vee’s writing is gorgeous and needs more appreciation. her high and mighty series is so captivating and addictive and in transit is amazing. i would definitely check out her masterlist. 

@jejublr - nat’s stuff is also very good and cute! she’s another person i would watch out for in the future. again, can’t wait for the stuff she has. 

@wwounu - i found definitely check out her ‘you made my dream’ and ‘opposites attract’. i don’t know keagan personally but she writes well.

@buwubuwuthefuwul - NOTHING IS CUTER THAN THIS BLOG. again, one of the few blogs i read before i started out and it’s adorable!!! definitely check out the masterlist.

@staytinys - eden has a super cute wonwoo series she did and her writing is good! she has a lot of series at the moment so that’s a feat on it’s own.

this was a lot but all these people are amazing and i highly suggest you check them all out. and they are the nicest people ever too. there are a few others who write nsfw but have written super cute fluff too:

@kingyeoms - ji is nsfw writer (an amazing one at that) but her timestamps are a d o r a b l e. look through her masterlis for the fluff and you’ll be thoroughly satisfied. 

@blushnote - i can’t remember if she has an cute fluff but maybe try looking through her masterlist. 

@bangteenx7 - k does all genre’s but definitely check out her drabbles cause they’re all fluff.

@willowbasket - melody used to have writing blog but she moved and i’m sure she wrote some fluff somewhere. her writing isn’t available from what i’ve seen but she’s super nice!!

okay, i think i’m done. this is just my personal recommendations, there are tons of other writers out there that deserve just as much love. i hope this is what you asked for when you said ‘cute blogs’ i’m sorry if it’s not though! also, this is purely a writing blog recommendation. there are other blogs for gifs, graphics and edits that i’m sure are just as cute so try looking around for some (i’m not much help here)  thank you so much again for liking my work and please do give some love to these amazing people!

i’m sorry for the measuring system. i’m a sucker for josh.