And yes I know I’m going all out early 90s kids now but do you anon haters even realize how fucking spoilt you are? You type in your favorite tropes and get a boatload of content. Do you even realize that we writers aren’t bots? That we’re real people with real jobs with real
exams and very real responsibilities and not just a fucking jester who caters to the kings wishes? I’ve seen this a lot on my TL these days but you do realize we do this shit for FREE??? do you know how hard it was 5 or even 10 years ago to get ANY kind of content? You’re all
Spoilt little children who always want want want and then can’t even be bothered to say thank you and please. No one has to really wonder why a lot of my writer moots from the beginning of the year have rested their acc for good. Who dropped out because they just couldn’t anymore
I’m one of those accounts who ALWAYS interacts in some way. And even if it’s just a fucking like on a trope when I’m short on time. You guys don’t even realize how much WORK this hobby is. To come up with something new, to plot out how it’s gonna be, what words to use to not get
Canceled over some kind of bullshit. And then you have all us wanting at least /some/ kind of validation bc ofc we write for ourselves but hey a nice word wouldn’t hurt right? But instead you read your 10k expertly plotted out fanfic on silent, click on a users CC and leave
Some bullshit along the likes of “oh by the way your grammar sucks. I read the whole 10k and prob would’ve read more but hey...maybe try and better yourself huh? Later babes 😎”
So yes I ranted a little and maybe I will get cancelled for it but I don’t fucking care anymore. I
refuse to get myself stressed out over some spoilt children who don’t even know how good they have it.
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
Space pirate Namjoon - out for your heart and swiping your card
But also Namjoon would be such a good pirate he has the smarts and the looks to pull of any heist. And if he picks up a girl, boy or non-gendered life form to go home with him? Who cares right
Him also being like super smart (canon in every universe) so he also repairs his own ship all the time and gets all dirty and greasy 👀
Jungkooks biggest dream had always been to see Kim Taehyung up close. He had been infatuated by the man ever since one fateful day where the not really famous yet star had picked up his bag when Jungkook had crashed into him on the subway.
„Shh it‘s our little secret“, the star had whispered when Jungkook had obviously recognized the man. He had only nodded.
Maybe he should listen to his friends once in a while, Taehyung thought to himself when he walked by a kind of familiar looking stone formation that he was about 95% sure he had walked by already TWICE.
Sighing out in the silence that surrounded him, you couldn‘t really say silent since birds were chirping and insects were rustling all around him but it was silent if you came from the big city..like him, he sat down for a moment and pushed a hand through his hair. Well if he
didn‘t find a way out of these woods or at LEAST some kind of shelter in about two hours then he was fucked. Seriously fucked. His phone, of course, didn‘t have any reception and he was laden only with his camera and his backpack that didn‘t have a lot of useful things since he
Kim Taehyung had never slept with anyone twice, he was a notorious hit and quit man and he didn’t give a damn about whoever thought that wasn’t a good lifestyle. It worked for him so whatever.
It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when his best friend, namely Jeon Jungkook, came up to him while they were eating burgers in the cafeteria of their college. He was pretty sure there was a fry sticking out of the corner of his mouth and probably ketchup around his lips but the
boy didn’t even care and just sat down, put his tray (banana milk, lentil soup with a side of more lentils, one small dollop of cream for the soup) down and exclaimed
#vmin#vminau in a time where legends and myths were still status quo, one of the most popular was the legend of Charon, the ferryman, who brought the dead across the river Styx for a small fee of one coin. Whoever could not pay the fee was not allowed to cross and were left
wandering the shores for eternity. His family had always been poor but with the dying of the crops this harvest, they didn’t even have enough to eat. When he died, they were way too poor to give him a coin for his after life. Instead they just left stalks of periwinkle.
In the high hope his soul would forgive them, but they couldn’t pay the price.
When he woke up, alone and cold on the dark shore by the river Styx, he immediately noticed something amiss. His hands were full of periwinkle, but the necessary coin...it wasn’t there.