Gomotiny

the contrast between matz’s hands

@AtinyBitSweet @Heratheleal I’m crying already now… Hera plz spare my life 😭😭 thank you ddalgi for the heads up 🥹 Im sure I can be prepared… right? RIGHT???!!!

@Heratheleal ARE YOU KIDDING ME HERA?????? IT’S 2AM, I JUST FINISHED THE CHAPTER, I’M CRYING SILENT TEARS INTO MY HAIRLINE, SOAKING MY PILLOW!!! AND IT’S NOT THAT BADDDDDDBDBBDBEBBEHSNWHEHHWHHEHWHHWHWGV VV??????????????????? you’re done. privileges? revoked.

just saw a nexus spoiler and i’m not ready to read the new chapter yet. someone needs to atone before i do somethin crazy

@AtinyBitSweet I… Just love your brain… 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

okay but alpha hj and omega sh that have been roommates since college?? they’ve always had a very functional, arm’s length friendship that thrives heavily off mutual benefit. sh gets the protection of an alpha, hj gets the comfort of an omega, but they both get to continue on about their lives without compromising their passions and time for a mate. they’re just friends, nothing more. there’s never been anything between them—not even an inkling. they spend their cycles alone and coordinate around it: whoever is in cycle stays, the other goes—it’s simpler that way. (hj gets territorial during rut, sh craves familiar comfort during heat. at the end of the day, everyone is happy.) and only for those very specific reasons have they agreed to never bring another mate home. which is perfectly fine. neither of them have much interest in romance anyway. well—it is “perfectly fine,” at least, until they throw a little house party for hj’s birthday. sh has been so focused on preparing for the party, he doesn’t recognize the signs for early onset of his heat until he’s already 8 shots deep into a bottle of tequila. panic washes over him as the room starts to spin for more reasons than one. he drunkenly stumbles over to hj, who’s enthusiastically wiping the floor with mngi at beer pong, tugging on his sleeve, the omega looking like he’s about one wrong move from hurling his guts. hj’s face immediately floods with concern. “you okay?” meanwhile, sh is violently shaking his head, incapable of even opening his mouth at that moment due to the horrible cacophony of scents and alcohol filling their apartment. he’s already sweating, vision hazy—the lights, the sounds—all of it, too much. that’s when it hits hj. he understands immediately and starts shoving people out. it takes him less than 5 mins to clear their apartment, slamming the door shut with his back against it like that could somehow prevent their complaining and confused friends from piling inside. “sh, are you okay? what—what do i do?” sh is NAWT okay. currently, the only thing keeping him from hacking up a lung is hj pumping out enough scent to drown them both. sh passes him a weirdly apologetic look through the obvious agony written across his face, and hj CANNOT fucking figure out why, but he feels his own blood start pumping, thoughts going fuzzy with panic and something stronger—something a lot like fear but far worse—before sh’s hand shoots out, twisting in the front of his shirt to yank him down. long story short, they both wake up the next day with debilitating headaches and the humbling reality that they have just fucked. which, oddly enough, is also fine. they easily brush it off as a “they did what needed to be done” type of scenario and go back to their lives like nothing has changed. of course, until a couple weeks later when sh is getting an awful rerun of the nausea he’d had that night, now after eating an admittedly suspect triangle kimbap. (hj told him not to, but he did it anyway out of spite.) which brought him to his current position of emptying his stomach into the toilet on all fours while hj watched with mild amusement from the doorway. “wouldn’t it be funny if you were pregnant?” hj jokes, smug, as sh flushes, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. his instinct is to roll his eyes and throw a weak middle finger at the man, but something inside him clicks. he freezes, eyes going wide, head creaking around like a haunted hinge to stare in horror at the alpha who had just unknowingly damned them. the humor slowly drains from hj’s face. suddenly, he snaps ramrod straight. his arms smack to his sides as if sh had just called for attention, voice cracking on an impossible high: “YOU’RE FUCKING PREGNANT?”

what in the National Geographic bizarre mating dance is this🤭 he’s literally puffing up his feathers trying to impress a potential mate

솔직히 이 포카 진짜 개고능 포카같음.. 이 포카 보면 마음이 막 뒤숭숭해짐..

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@AtinyBitSweet So much respect for you!!! Amazing how already amazing artist like yourself puts so much effort in improving your craft👏👏🍓❤️ such a huge respect🙏 always looking forward to your work❤️

a few things i’ve done on my hiatus in hopes of improving my writing: - i watched an absurd amount of eng lit videos, specifically focused on grammar (pray for me) - i also read quite a few articles on writing and compiled a small list of references - i actively read and annotated a couple books as well as reread a few shakespearean plays - i wrote. a lot. and when i mean a lot, i mean there have been very few days I haven’t been able to write, and on those days, i literally felt antsy not doing it so - now that i have kind of established a new foundation—a baseline, if you will—for my writing, i’ve noticed that, at times, my prose can start to feel… manufactured? like, very cookie-cutter literary. which, if you’ve read my works for a while, know i favor a more poetic, embellished style heavily influenced by slam poets like katie makkai, by poe, by maya angelou, by pierce the veil. so, i am trying to reclaim that style and incorporate it back in - i have adjusted my approach to editing. i am no longer leaning into a “less is more” mindset. instead, i am trusting my gut and pursuing what i think feels right to the best of my abilities. which means i am also learning to pivot when something feels wrong - i have shared my new writing and works with very few people. that’s not my note for improving, but i am deeply appreciative of those select few who have continued to encourage and support me. rather, what i want to improve on is my courage—to share my works again, to trust that people will still like and enjoy my writing. which brings me to my next point: - i am still learning to be bad at writing. i do this as a passion, as a hobby, as a hope and dream, and i share it for free. it is okay if i suck sometimes, or even all the time. no one said i have to be good at this. which means, for all the people who have or might comment that i’m “not as good as i think i am” or that my writing is “mid at best” or “ai” or “predictable and boring”—who cares? why does it matter so much to you that i meet your expectations? or—that’s the mindset i keep trying to instill in myself

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ATINYs seeing triple.....help

🐿 성화처럼 어쩌라고 마인드로 간다고요? 어쩌라고 마인드가 뭐지 연습실 가야 되는데 어쩌라고 안 갈건데 이렇게 하는 건가 그러기에는 연습을 잘 오는데 그렇습니다 so what 정신? 저도 한 번 본받아보도록 하겠습니다

하ㅠㅠ 이 초딩들아!!ㅠㅠ 홍중 윤호 산 이렇게 셋만 모여도 초딩티즈가 되는구나ㅜㅜ

enemies alpha and omega fighting and when the alpha goes in for the kill, opening his mouth and baring his fangs to rip out the omegas throat, the omega moves and the alpha accidentally bites down on the mating gland… 😭🤣 omega: wtf did you just do?!?!? alpha: 😳😳😳

@w_bythe_stars I hate these ungrateful pieces of shitbags!!!! Hope you could just open up ko-fi so that people who are actually appreciate your hard work and willing to wait and pay for your art can have access!!!!!!

Now I lowkey don’t want to update at all.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

@TheCinesthetic 나는

In Constantine (2005), Peter Stormare took the role of Lucifer for a personal reason. A devout Christian, he only accepted after being promised full freedom to portray the Devil his way. It became one of cinema’s most memorable Satans.

@matztick Omg this chapter 🚬❤️🫦👏👏

Always Be My Baby • mαtz au ┈──┈˖˚⊹★⊹˚˖ ┈──┈ ⋆ ↑🐿️khj/psh🐇↓ ⋆ Rated E | DD:DNE ⋆ 🔞🪦🕊️ ⋆ 6/? ⋆ 55.6K words and counting ┈──┈˖˚⊹★⊹˚˖ ┈──┈ archiveofourown.org/works/79395126

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@Heratheleal Omg I love my life😭😭😭😭

New post on Ko-fi! ko-fi.com/post/Precipice…

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