#and please don’t get me started on how y’all plagiarize from said blogs and then have the fucking nerve to say

[chrollohearttags]

anyways, I’m so glad I actually have talent and the ability to make fics that make me happy so I don’t have to go around throwing shade at others’ writing because I have the creativity of a piece of fucking lint. So happy I have self esteem and a personality instead getting mine from the internet. Some of you obviously can’t relate.

#lemme just focus on my stories #anybody else can eat a fucking dick atp #idc idc #somebody lied to some of you bitches and told you that bc you write for unpopular characters/fandoms it makes you better #and y’all are sadly mistaken #I know y’all are note hungry but please don’t get mad at me bc you can construct a proper sentence #that’s a you issue and not that of ‘the popular blogs’ #I’m just a bitch on here writing whatever comes to mind m #I don’t be giving a damn abt who likes it or not #it’s not my business #cherry chats 🍒 #but y’all got it #y’all got it fr #and please don’t get me started on how y’all plagiarize from said blogs and then have the fucking nerve to say #‘idk who this came from’ bitch if u saw the hc/names #then you can see the person you stole it from dpmtfo #but if you get called out ur being bullied lmaoo be so fucking fr #and this isn’t a call out #whoever feels hit #holler bitch idc #if it don’t apply then let it fly

[rosy-wooyoung]

please read.

i know this will go unnoticed by many but f*ck it.

i love ateez but i don’t think i can write for them anymore. idk i just feel so drained to find ideas to write for the members, like i’ve explored all possibilities since i don’t want to write smut, and i don’t want to get accused of plagiarism if it took fics from my previous nct account that aren’t even that good. i’ve asked, practically begged for requests in hope to bring my motivation back - sth i hated doing bc it didn’t resemble me -, but it did the exact opposite than i thought it’d do. it exhausted me.

i’m just so drained and demotivated to even think about writing for them, im not as happy and excited as i used to be a few months ago. don’t get me wrong, i’m still an atiny and i cherish them, but everything became highly competitive and harsh for me that i can’t handle it anymore. (for some reasons i also have this feeling that the fandom kinda changed into sth almost toxic since i started this blog but that’s another story and my opinion) understand that it’s completely my fault, i’m not trying to blame someone on my decision, i just can’t help but compare my fics with others. y’all also know that it’s easier said than done when there are shit tons of better fics than mines out there, and the hate i got didn’t help making me feel better no matter how hard i tried to ignore it. - yes, i still have some hate anons lingering in my asks but i won’t even bother answering them anymore, it already caused me and others too much damage.

i really don’t claim myself to be an essential writer in our fandom so i’m not scared for atinys. there are hundreds of content creators on tumblr that are way more talented and imaginative than i am, im sure you will all find something to read that will make you smile and swoon over our precious boys. a bad writer is easy replaceable by a talented one after all.

thank you for all the love and support you have brought me, but it’s time for me to leave. i don’t know if i ever will come back on here, maybe just to say hello to a few of my moots if they still want to talk to me, but i won’t promise anything i might not be able to keep.

rosy.

#important #please read #rosy-wooyoung #ateez

[mrwinterr]

The Consequence [1]

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: The reader is in search of Charles Blackwood as he’s been missing for several days and not once considering the warning that no good ever comes from being associated with a Blackwood.

Warnings: We Have Always Lived in the Castle spoilers (book and film). Smut and mentions of death in future parts but it’s all safe right now.  

Title Inspiration: “The Consequence” by You Me At Six.

Disclaimer: There are characters, dialogue and references from the actual book and film, We Have Always Lived in the Castle. They belong to the author and I take no credit for any of these elements. 

A/N: Reposting from my previous blog. This may not be canon with the book or the film, but my mind went down a rabbit hole. I just really wanted to get this out of my head. Lastly, if there is a story similar to this, I don’t have any recollection of reading one that is and if I’ve offended anyone by that, I’ll be willing to take this down and own up to any accidental plagiarism or entirely re-imagine this. Without further-ado, enjoy! 

P A S T

The decision was made. The decision was made days prior actually.

You were to leave your family to live a life of your own or more so a life with someone.  

“Listen to me, child. No good will ever come out of being with a Blackwood,” your father said as a final warning that for a split second it halted your steps towards the front door and your father really thought he regained control of his daughter except you didn’t have any more second thoughts. The relationship with your father especially was always strained.

Your decision was made, and without a second glance to your family that stood there watching their clan fall apart, you stepped out and hopped into the shiny, red car that awaited you.

P R E S E N T

You were currently sitting in the kitchen of your small apartment absent-mindedly nibbling on your fingernails. Your friend was talking animatedly about wedding plans, your wedding plans, but your mind was elsewhere. It had been a lot lately. Something felt different, you felt it in your bones a few days ago.

You were so distracted you didn’t see the hand waving in front of your face, or your name being called out repeatedly. You blinked a few times and slightly shook your head, bringing you back to reality. You looked at your friend apologetically for spacing out, while she took time to carefully help you plan your big day.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, and you truly did mean it because she was the only support you had since you left your family five years ago. She was so excited when you broke the news to her and asked for her help, “my mind hasn’t been letting me rest with these thoughts.”

She looked at you sympathetically as you put your head in your hands because she knew where your mind exactly was. It was on your fiancé, whom you haven’t seen in several days after his scheduled arrival date.

“Something isn’t right…” you always started with, sitting straight up in your seat again, and as expected, you watched as your friend sit back and visibly sighed. She believed you were having jitters about getting married but no doubt that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with your future husband. “Please listen to me,” you began again, scooting your seat closer to the table, to her, eyes wild, pleading so she may reason with you and just like that you were starting to get frantic all over again.

“I have been listening to you,” she said trying to remain calm before she felt that she would finally have enough. You weren’t exactly helping yourself in easing your mind or taking the advice but then again you never were. She was about to replay the words you needed to hear but was cut off by your outburst.

“It’s been a week since he said he would be back. We are supposed to scout ceremonial halls on Thursday. What if his car broke down on the way back? What if he is hurt? What if…“ you ranted and ranted, your thoughts running and running, exhaustion evident all over your face.

You felt both your hands being grasped and your head snapped to your friend in front of you, who shouted your name for you to stop your worrying, “Charles is fine! Since when have you known Charles to never know how to take care of himself? This is Charles Blackwood. He’s mad about you, ok, so don’t for one second think he’s run off either.” She attempted to assure you.

She knew Charles Blackwood before your relationship began being as she grew up in this same town as him, while you in the town over. You were introduced to her during a town celebration and since being new, she offered to accompany you while Charles was away working on several projects. She was very happy to find Charles finally settling down with a good person. You liked her enough to confine to her of your former situation with your now estranged family and she thought of you as brave for wanting to create a life you always wanted and as a bonus with a person you love. You had no doubt though that Charles would run away but when you had a strong feeling and it involved him, you were almost a different person and you knew you weren’t going get the peace of mind you needed until you did something about it.

You nodded at her words but there was a still a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You had been thinking a lot these days and it was time to act on them.

The decision was made.

“I’m going,” you said to your friend, who only frowned at you with confusion etched on her face.

The decision was made days prior actually.

“I’m going to find Charles and I’m not coming back without him,” you said right before getting up and walking away from the table to finally start on your plans.

You didn’t listen to a word your friend was saying as you gathered some of your belongings. You weren’t sure how much of your things you were going to need because you didn’t exactly give yourself a timetable, but you stuffed as much as you could fit into your suitcase.

“You need to rethink this whole plan,” was what you picked up on your friend spewing about, “you’re not thinking rationally. You’re just having those jitters again. Rest is what you need. Charles will be back, and you wouldn’t want to worry him with you acting like this,” she kept on but how could you expect her to understand the kind of relationship you had with Charles? No one did.

You closed your suitcase and finally looked to your friend, “I’ll give you a ring as soon as I can,” you said hoping that would offer some sort of appeasement. You watched as she frowned once more at you, but you knew you’d won. She wished you a safe trip and made you promise once more to give her a call once you made it to the town Charles said he would be in, a bit of what little information you could coax out of him, then she bid you farewell.

A/N: In my original author’s note at the end, I asked if anyone is still on a Charles Blackwood high and if catching feelings for this fool was a good thing or not (it’s not), but I’m going to blame the feels for Sebastian Stan. Also, not that it was noticeable, but I made one slight change and that was the decision to keep the friend nameless. I felt that if the readers refer to their own friend’s name in this story, it would make it more immersive. Hopefully. Whatever. I’d love to see what y’all think! 

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