#i dont really have a plot tag in mind yet

[sqlmn]

OK SO me doodling designs bc I couldn't decide on if I wanted the leads to be girls or boys so I designed both and then it has been decided: the girls win lead roles. However, I like the boys enough that they're just gonna be the older brothers but not as important.

Gray haired girl (Light for now) has light powers! and navy haired (Dark for now) has dark powers. They come from commoner families and grew up in the same village where magic is already rare (since commoners) and out of the five adults that do have magic, none are light/dark aligned. So the girls keep their powers to themselves it's their little secret! But it gets found out so they go to Magic School on scholarship basically due to the rarity of their elements.

Dark however decides that she wants to test something and Light has never been able to say no to her so she goes along with it. Dark's test? "Light, I want you to bully me in front of others to see if there is really a belief that dark magic is bad."

So the light user is the bully and hates every second of it because other students DO back her up and she's so stressed because Dark is her best friend forever how DARE these nobles act so above her! :C :C :C

But then they meet up in private and just hang out like in the village. Just exchanging school gossip instead of village gossip. The theory still needs to be tested to see how long it takes for people to possibly get over their bias but Light can't do it when she hears people bullying Dark without her around and ends up lecturing them for being so narrow minded (despite starting the drama).

In other words, hello guess who has been (re)watching isekai otome anime type stuff C:

[devotedlystrangewizard]

wolfram & sieglinde's hug is such a good contrast to sebastian waking up ciel as violently as he does it now that i think about it like. i love when sebastian is contrasted to butlers who love their masters genuinely (like wolfram & agni) its awesome

[peanutalergy]

guardian angel ʚ ɞ s.r. × reader

in which you realize your boyfriend might just be a celestial being sent to take care of you (or in which you get too drunk at a party and spencer has to pick you up)

tags: FLUFF !?! HIGH SCHOOL AU !! underage drinking (literally the whole plot of this), mentions of throwing up, popular cheerleader fem!reader, guilt that may or may not be religious, popular girl × nerdy boy for as long as i'm alive i will love you, reader is sad and overthinking drunk, lots of misspelling cause they text, religious stuff duh.

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: did this need to be a high school au? absolutely not. why is it a high school au? I don't know. don't ask. I write these as a way to cope with the unfortunate fact that I am indeed not in high school anymore. also if u saw this before no you didn't.

a project due tomorrow. after a while of thinking, far too long, you remember. you and your friend have a project due tomorrow. that's how you got here. that's how you got to her house at five o'clock. to do a project. now, how did you get to her bathroom, sitting on top of the closed toilet lid as you take deep breaths and pray not to throw up? that's a question your drunken mind doesn't really have an answer to.

whose idea was it to start drinking? or to call all these people? you don't know (it was you), but when another wave of nausea washes over you, you know that person is an idiot and those were terrible ideas.

there's a knock on the bathroom door along with the soft sound of someone calling out your name, a harsh contrast to the loud music banging downstairs.

“someone's blowing up your phone,” the voice you don't yet recognize says.

“it's just my mom, no? tell her to fuck off. i'll be home in the morning.”

“no, it's spencer.”

your mind takes a second to process those words, but once it does, the speed in which you jump up and open the door to take the phone should win you some sort of olympic medal. without even looking in their face, you mutter a thank you before locking the door and going back to your seat.

spence <3 (5 missed calls, 11 unread messages)

23:41 Your mom is texting me.

You're not at home?

00:18 Where are you?

Just send me your location or something so we can know you're fine.

Please, honey?

00:54 Your mom just called me again, she's worried sick.

Where are you?

01:03 ???

Are you okay?

Call me back when you read this, please.

01:04 Just tell me you're okay.

01:07 Please don’t make me or your mom call the police.

your shaky fingers move faster than your mind can process the words they're typing. looking at the small words on the small screen only makes your head hurt even more. you can understand the old people with their huge fonts when you have to try reading it a few times until it's all less blurry.

01:08 sarah house

paerty

01:08 Are you okay?

Safe?

01:08 yup

mm tho not reallly

idunno

head hurts

01:09 How much have you had to drink?

01:09 notihng

01:09 You're drunk, though.

01:09 no imnot

okay maybw a litle bit

alot

01:09 Are you with anyone?

01:10 bathrooom

by myslef

01:10 Can I go pick you up?

01:10 nononoononononno baby dont worry ill get a ride home dont owrry you dont have to

ill get a ride from maria

01:10 Who's Maria?

You don't know any Marias.

you stop and think. yeah, who is maria? you really don't know any marias. and when that goes through your mind, just about everything else does, as well. what you're doing here, what got you here, spencer, your mom, maria(?), sarah, the two beers and three shots you chose to take and the four you were forced to.

you've become what you feared when you were younger. a high school popular cheerleader whose boyfriend has to rescue her from parties when she's almost blackout drunk. that thought train would've spiraled into something along the lines of guilt and regret, but a few sounds came from your phone before you could even start to think about how good you used to be.

01:12 Baby?

Are you there?

Still with me?

01:12 yeah

you dont have to get up and drivw all the way here forme

its late

im okay dont worry

01:13 I'm already on my way.

Just try to stay safe until I get there, yeah?

you blink.

someone's at the door again.

“spencer's here.”

you're sober enough to realize how insane that was, but you're drunk enough to not realize why this says how drunk you are.

wow, he has a really fast car. maybe he teleported here. maybe he flew.

you reach over and unlock the door from the toilet seat. he walks in mumbling more words of appreciation to whoever has been the bridge between you two tonight.

the first thing you notice about him is just how tired he looks. you feel genuinely bad for being the reason this poor guy has to drive all the way to this loud, full, dirty house to pick you up because you have the self control of a five year old. the second thing you notice is just how cute he looks in a hoodie and sweatpants, an attire you rarely ever have the privilege to see him in.

he holds his phone in one hand, key chain ring looped over his finger holding his car and house keys. the messenger bag you'd expected to see thrown over his shoulder isn't there, and neither are the converse he basically never takes off. he's wearing uggs, the matching ones you two bought together a few months back because you didn't want to go into the store by yourself, but you'd only ever seen him wear them at his own house.

his face softens when he sees you mutter his name, “hi, baby. how are you doing?”

“my head hurts.”

spencer kneels over in front of you, taking your face in his hands and wiping the sweat from your cheeks. he whispers as if the sounds coming from downstairs were not as loud as they are.

“how much have you had to drink?”

“like eight.”

“eight what?”

“shots. maybe.” you whisper, glancing down at your fingers as they fidget with the sequins on your top. your top? this top isn't yours. he's about to say something again when you mumble, “whose is this?”

“what, this top?”

“yeah. not mine. i came here wearing my uniform. my cheer uniform. not this.”

“sarah might have borrowed it to you.” before you can say anything else, he adds, “but it doesn't matter now. you can give back her top and we can come by and pick up your uniform later. let's just get you home now, yeah? your mom is worried sick about you.”

“don't tell her, please.” you mumble, looking up at him the same way one would beg their kidnapper to spare their life as he starts helping you stand up.

“she already knows you're not home and not with me. what kind of lie are you supposed to make up?” he asks as the two of you walk back out of the bathroom and into the party, arm looped around your waist while you lean against him like a bruised soldier limping.

“why didn't you tell her i was with you?”

“because you weren't, and i didn't know where you were. maybe if you had told me you'd be at a party, you could've asked me to cover for you, but i had no way of knowing if you were safe or not.”

cover for you.

you rest your head on his shoulder as it starts running over how terrible that is again. he's not mad that it's one in the morning, or that he's insanely overwhelmed from everything surrounding him. if he's even slightly upset, he doesn't let it show.

you really had just asked him to lie to your mother so you could get drunk on a school night at your friend's house without getting in trouble. and still, he gently kisses the top of your hair while he leads you through the crowd like he's splitting the sea and saving you.

as his thumb rubs circles on your side to try and soothe you from the loud house out of which you walk, you think about everything you've done the past few years and just how much you've screwed up and how you don't deserve someone half as good as the boy beside you and how you're keeping him up on a school night to help you and before you know it you're inside his car and he's buckling you up and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“are you okay?”

“you shouldn't be here.” you mumble, staring out the window and into the street where a few cars with too bright lights pass you by.

“why not?”

“it's late and we have school tomorrow and you shouldn't be up and i'm a terrible person.”

his eyes widen at the last statement, “where did that come from?”

“i asked you to lie for me. i’m keeping you up really really late at night. you should be at home asleep, not out here taking care of me.”

when your voice gets small and hoarse, he hands you the water bottle no one besides the two of you can touch, and tells you to drink while he speaks softly, “i wasn't asleep, anyway. if i wasn't here, i'd be at home reading. i'd much rather be with and take care of you when i know you need it.”

“mm, but you'd be much better off reading.” you whisper, throwing your legs on top of the dashboard after handing him back the now empty bottle.

“don't sit like that, it's dangerous.” he says, pointing to your feet, and you mutter a small sorry as you put them back on the floor.

it's quiet for a moment. he turns on the car and starts driving before speaking softly again, “i really don't mind being here. i'd prefer it if you could at least let me know before these parties, though. would make me a lot less worried.”

you give him another apology, which he just blows off with a that's okay before you go silent again.

“i'm never drinking again.” you mumble, voice muffled by the cheeseburger he insisted on getting you after you accidentally let him know you had drunk it all in an empty stomach.

“yeah, i don't really think you should. especially not on weekdays.”

“mm, i'm totally skipping school tomorrow.”

“half the school is, probably.” he laughs after taking a sip of his coke, “i'm sure everyone in the football team was in that house, and they were doing worse than you.”

“i don't even– mm, i don't even know why we were there.” you say with a chuckle before briefly turning your attention to swallowing the food in your mouth, “i remember the project we did. nothing more. i don't know why any of those people were there.”

“from what i heard, someone decided to invite a small group to ‘hang out’” he exaggerates on the air quotes, “one person calls another, who may or may not have a fake id, and that's how you get those parties.”

you know he's not trying to sound as scolding as he does, but the way he says it is annoyingly lecture-y. not only does it make you recall the beginning of the night—the truth or dare played when the only people there were the ones from the group chat, the moment the jocks started arriving, the lights getting turned down and the music getting turned up—in great accuracy for your state, but it also feels like he's reminding you of the responsibility you had in all of it.

“that's rude.” you mutter, feigning offense by pouting and crossing your arms over your chest.

“what is?” he lets out a small chuckle as he asks with a confused tilt to his head and furrow to his brows.

“i don't know. that felt rude, the whole sentence.”

“i didn't mean for it to be rude,” he countered, still staring with an amused smile at your face, “i was just trying not to say explicitly that you're the one who started the party.”

you scoff, dropping the act that didn't have the effect you hoped it would, and taking another bite after grumbling, “how do you even know that?”

“i know everything.”

you used to say that as a joke, spencer knows everything, and he started using it too, once you got more comfortable together. whenever he wanted to tease you, or on rare occasions he didn't want to explain something. it's always said in that obviously fake cocky tone, paired with a big smirk that almost makes you regret having started the bit.

you don't even have enough energy to argue, so in order to let yourself let it go, your intoxicated brain tells itself he truly has some sort of omniscient, metaphysical, cosmic aspect to his being.

it certainly wouldn't be that shocking. as well as knowing almost everything, he is much too good to be a human being, let alone a man. sometimes he does feel like some kind of entity, an angel who was sent to earth to take care of this girl as soon as her decision making skills started deteriorating. the bright light coming from the post behind him, lined up perfectly to create a white aura around him doesn't do anything to disprove that theory.

you only realize the way you're staring at him once he asks with a confused laugh, “what's up?”

“hm?” you blink, shaking your head as he breaks you out of the train of thought that was awfully close to making you religious.

“you got all weird. why are you looking at me like that?”

you go silent again for a long moment before muttering breathily, “you're like my guardian angel.”

he almost considers your answer, until he smells the alcohol on your breath again. with another chuckle, he shakes his head and turns the engine back on, “alright, sweetheart, let's get you home.”

[sweetscene]

pensees tranquilles

PAIRING. oikawa tooru x f!reader　SONG. pensees tranquilles by hoyomix (LOL dont flame me)　TAG. fluff.

NOTES. its my first time writing self insert and 2nd pov pls bear with me lol (i also have no clue how to work tumblr oops). the first sentence was all i had when i decided to write this (1am😓). to those who write without a specific plot in mind, i seriously applaud you!

Honey drips from Oikawa Toorus golden lips every time he speaks.

Surely the gods from above crafted him with delicacy, drenching every corner of his body in that sweet substance knowing that one day, he will be the arms you run to. At least, that’s what you think as he runs his calloused fingers against your hands. His unconscious habit has his thumb and index finger roaming your palm, tracing each line you have as if he knew what they all meant.

A burning, crimson sunset is the backdrop of your cherry blossom viewing date with Toru. In a cage of cherry trees, petals cascade from above, swaying as a cool breeze passes by. Eventually, the petals touch the ground, creating a pool of pink at your feet.

“Hey, are you listening?” He asks, voice with a hint of loneliness.

You pull your head away from his shoulder to take one look at him, and sure enough, he’s pouting. You stifle a laugh, smiling just bright enough with a hum convincing him that you were. “Go on,” you say. “Iwaizumi during practice, was it?”

Suddenly, his caressing stops and his brows furrow. “You know, I really don’t like it when you say his name.”

Your brows rise with amusement. “Why? Does it sound weird?”

He throws a disgusted glance at you. This time, you let out a giggle. “Not funny,” he frowns. “Your lips are suited for something more sweet. Iwa-chans name is too…”

You think about Iwaizumis last name. Iwa meaning ‘rock’, and izumi meaning ‘fountain.’

Like a dashing knight in battle, Toorus name means to ‘pierce’. You can see it when he sets the ball, body overflowing with passion and focus. But right now, in this moment where serenity casts upon you two like a soft blanket, he is merely a boy. Only Oikawa Tooru who’s selfishly in love with you.

“How about when I say ‘Tooru?’” You ask teasingly, running your hands through his caramel hair. “Tooru, Tooru, Tooru,” you repeat his name like a mantra, letting the syllables escape your lips slowly.

He’s quick to place his hands over you lips. “Okay, I get it,” he says frantically. His ears are visibly red—cheeks too, but you’ve always loved that hidden confession of his. Even when he did his best to cover his face in a moment of embarrassment, the tip of his ears were always ready to rat him out. “You sound so nice when you say my name. In love too, might I add.”

You look at him with eyes so telling. What about my name in yours? You ponder.

Suddenly, like he’d read your mind, your name slips from his lips. He says your name with ease, his tone low yet full of affection. His hands cup your cheeks, and he begins to plant kisses all over your face. From your forehead to your eyelids; to your nose and eventually to your lips—your name uttered in between. “How do I sound?” He jokingly asks, a smirk on his lips.

The suns glow paints the side of his face a beautiful golden color. The moment he said your name, you practically melted. Your mind returns to your initial thoughts, and your thumb reaches for his lips in search of answers. “You sound like honey is dripping from your lips.”

He laughs, slow and steady, pulling you closer by your waist. “Do I now?” He asks, sounding cocky. “Does this mean my kisses taste sweet?”

You smirk, holding his chin up to meet your gaze. “Hm, not too sure. Want to give it another try?”

[randomfansstuff]

saw your post on peter in gotham and am begging for fic recs!

this might be my moment.

Disclaimer: I am more of a spiderman gal than a dc girlie, so I can't judge how in character the DC Characters are. All the fics I rec had them as interesting characters that I enjoy despite not knowing anything about them. Additionally, all my recs are from ao3 Let's go 😌

Fics Under The Cut

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen

Peter needs money to survive in Gotham and picks up a pizza delivery job. Post-NoWayHome

39/?Chapters, 197k (currently)

- genuninely one of my favorite Peter and Jason Todd characterizations I've ever seen, also the BAMF Peter here is actually amazing. the author knows what they're dealing with in regards to Peter's powers. also the fight scenes?! actual chefs kiss. many chapters had me at the edge of my seat. This fic really shows how connected Peter is to Spider-Man on a mental health level. Peter loves being Spider-Man, but his failure in NHW makes him feel like he doesn't deserve being him. URGH, IT'S SO GOOD. from what I know, a sequel is already in the works, and honestly I'm almost as excited for that as I am for that new spiderman animated show coming out this month LMFAO

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Dark Matter by mysterycyclone

The last thing Peter sees is Tony's horrified, heartbroken expression leaning over him. The guilt in his eyes is almost worse than the burning pain that's taking Peter apart piece by piece. The world starts to go dark. Post-InfinityWar

46/46Chapters, 241k words

- how can I ever make a peter goes to gotham fic rec list without including Dark Matter? for those that don't know, this is THEEEEEEEEE og Peter in Gotham fic. I don't know if it was the first, but I can tell you finding a Peter in Gotham fic NOT inspired by DM is almost impossible. This one gets points all across the board. It has an amazing mix of Peter Whump while also staying truthful to the hope his character encompasses. Amazing Peter introspection, and I love the way it handles Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Duke Thomas.

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The Ones Burnt by This_is_lovin

Spider-man in gotham, just with identity. Post-NoWayHome

35/35Chapters, 199k

- okay guys. I have not yet finished reading this fully because of how emotionally compromised I was after finishing the first Act 😭 I never thought a fic could make me care this much about side characters. While in Gotham, the setting is very reminiscent of "little guy" stuff with Peter having to live day-to-day life, and the author manages to make this atmosphere known so, so well. Peter also has to act without his spider powers here, which is such an interesting thing I haven't read before. Very good Peter Whump that doesn't get overbearing though. He's sad, but he's still Peter fucking Parker yk

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Leap of Faith by alighterwood,ErinWantsToWrite

Peter’s heart swells at the thought. He needs heroes! They’ll be able to help him! The first thing that pops up is a website- JusticeLeague.Org. NoCorrelationToCanonTimeline

18/?Chapters, 460k

- OKAY. In this one, the authors took the canon mcu timeline and decided to do whatever the hell they want with it. which I have massive respect for, mind you. Peter is fourteen years old here, which means he's a little more immature but I enjoyed the way he pushes himself through gotham. one of the few fics where he actually wants to return home, too. my favorite point in this fic, however, is a certain tag. if you dont look at tags, and dont want to be spoilered, look away NOW. Okay so, we all know Nightwing is Richard Dick Grayson, right?! And like, Peter's dads name is RICHARD Parker, so some authors like to utilize this and say that they are the SAME person but different timelines/universes. And I am in love with that idea. The amount of drama it brings to the table? Guys this is what I read fanfiction for. Genuinenly the amount of plot you can get from just that idea alone is insane. The fix utilizes this very well, and I also like a lot of the action it has :D

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That's it for now! I'm currently slightly fixated on these types fanfictions, and there's a LOT more I can rec you if you want. So, if you want more recs, feel free to send me another ask lol

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 3 Teaser

If you gave him your heart, your soul, your body- what would he do to those things? Maybe it's time to see if he can handle your love for once, and not just the other way around.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, mild Angst, fluff, slow burn but we'regetting somewhere, they have chemistry but mc has trust issues, mentions of past domestic abuse (mental), Outercourse (basically non-penetrative sex), toys, Cumplay, it's messy smh

Length: ???

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.♡

A/N: I'm busy in the kitchen come get your snack

◇━━━━━━━━━━X♡X♡━━━━━━━━━━━◇

He's got the audacity to laugh over your shoulder, front pressed into your back, hands teasing your sides as they sneak up your loose shirt.

"Bought one that's about my size." He purrs sensually, almost like he's mocking you. But it's not malicious- playful, if anything, but not mean ok any way. "So you can call it.. practice." He explains, while you stare at the nearly clear pink dildo that's staring at you, still packaged together with other things in the black plastic bag in your lap.

"Jungkook.. when did you even buy those things?" You wonder, feeling almost scared to touch any of the things inside.

"Earlier, when you were napping." He shrugs easily, hand reaching past your body to shamelessly dump the contents of the bag on the bed, bag flying somewhere on the floor. "Anything look like an absolute no-go to you?" He asks curiously, and you look without touching.

There's an egg-shaped item there you're not too sure of what it might be. The dildo explains itself, clearly- and the other massage wand is also pretty self-explanatory. There's two bottles of lube- one pink, the other blue. A.. plug, with a pretty pink gemstone on one end of it. Leather handcuffs, with soft looking fur on the inside. Overall, nothing immediately makes you uncomfortable.

You don't know what gives you the confidence for your next comment you blurt out though.

"Dont you have any toys?" You ask him bluntly. "Like, for yourself? Or do you just.. use your partner's body for stuff?" You wonder, and he looks at you with a sharp gaze, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I wouldn't mind using your body, that's for sure." He flirts, leaning his head a bit to the side. "Why would I need toys if I've got you?" He fakes innocence as he asks that question without expecting any answer-

And for a moment, you don't give one.

But something about his flirty comment bothers you. Maybe because you hear someone else in your head again- all the men who've degraded you over the course of time.

Your ex. Your friends. Your father. You hear them laugh yet again like you're pathetic and worth nothing.

"I don't want to be used." You deny with a flat tone, and it's clear from the slight change in his eyes that he's now on high alert at your every word spoken by mouth and body language, so he can figure out what happened to change your mood like that. "I don't just want to be.. a toy you get bored off and toss away at some point just to pick it back up once you're interested again." You say, drawing a clear line.

You're not sure how he might react to this. You didn't want to make a statement like that, but you can't mask the truth. You really are scared of getting hurt at the end of this- you don't want him to just play around and then let you go.

You don't want to go. You want to stay-

You want him to want you to stay.

He says your name to gain your attention, voice low and steady, horribly gentle- and it makes your eyes sting as you realize that this is the first time a man has ever spoken in such a tone to you. He notices the way your eyes begin to gloss over- and it hurts him too, the fact that you're hurting.

"This isn't just something fun to me. I think I might not have made it clear." He says, staying away from you as to not invade your little bubble you're in,eating you have your safety. "I don't know what happened to you in the past to be so full of distrust towards anything good offered to you-" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "-but I promise you, this isn't just a game to me."

"Then what is this." You say quietly, scared. "I'm scared that we're not on the same page here and that we're walking down to entirely seperate paths." You complain pitifully with your back hunched over and head hanging low.

"That's because we are." He chuckles softly. "I'm trying to hold your hand here so we don't lose each other- but you're not holding it." Jungkook offers.

"I don't understand-" you shake your head, when as you look up again, his face is right in front of yours, eyes looking at your lips.

"Then let me help you." He hums towards you, before his lips press onto yours.

And your body freezes.

Because he's never kissed you like this before- tender, calm and without any lust in it whatsoever. In fact, your realize only now that you've never been kissed without any hidden intentions or something to gain in mind. This kiss is soft, it's no words needed, it's love confessed in physical form.

You've never been kissed like this.

Ever.

[epicleovilanon]

ik u said that u dont wanna spoil the who framed kalim al asim au yet but can you tell us a little about the kalim situation??? PLZZZZZ he’s my favorite character and i just need to know what hes up to lol so far its mostly the jamil as jessica concept

lmaooo sure anon, i really was going to keep this under wraps until i wrote it all out (fingers crossed it gets done!!) but since you asked, and since i’ve come to find that talking about the au really does help with plotting out certain things in the fic (and deleting others in favor of new ideas that work better) i’ll put some of Kalim’s situation under the read more!

okay, so first i want you to know this was a very long very detailed explanation, that took me around an hour to get right, only for my phone to bug out and delete everything i had put down. it was entirely frustrating and i don’t know if i can sit down and type out the whole thing again, so this will be a shorter version, i’m sorry 😭

but basically, what’s up with Kalim here, and what works against jamil in the “kalim is too good for jamil” and “jamil is using kalim” rumors and biases is that Kalim’s relationship with Jamil does have consequences.

Kalim’s position as heir for one, is shaky. He’s still heir, but his relationship with Jamil is absolutely being used as fodder by his siblings and their mothers in their bid for the position as Al Asim heir, and in their attempts to undermine Kalim’s favor by his father.

A result of this is Kalim’s funds being limited. he’s not cut off, but as a test or punishment (haven’t really figured that part out yet), his access has been temporarily restricted at the time of his framing.

other information about Kalim in this fic—hmm.

Okay. so i’ve mentioned in another post that im having KaliJami have some time apart after their graduation at NRC. Now, where does that place them in this fic timeline wise? i’m thinking mid-twenties. Jamil graduates and then spends a few years traveling (and, as the fabulous @mari-oaky says in the tags of this post (not mine!!!) they have the hc that “jamil spends his time away from Kalim forming a series of destructive relationships that keep blowing up in his face. he gets disappointed every time because to his surprise no one can bounce back as well as Kalim.”)

and yeah. that’s the vibe!! because i’ve mentioned in another post i think, that one thing Jamil is grappling with, (or rather, was grappling with, because at the point of this fic’s start he and kalim are in an established relationship and so he has come to terms with it) is his feelings regarding Kalim. because when Jamil goes and travels the world, he finds he misses Kalim. and he doesn’t know if that’s because of his life and childhood being spent at Kalim’s side as his servant, or if that’s all genuine Jamil.

but you asked about Kalim so. Kalim is the one who is aware of his feelings for Jamil at the time of their graduation. He’s actually been aware of it for a long time (whereas Jamil has repressed those feelings and is unaware while still acting in a way that ensures his and Kalim’s closeness) and so, Kalim knows he wants Jamil and that he will miss Jamil. He knows he is attached, and he is right about all of that. BUT. there is one thing Kalim was wrong about.

At the time of their graduation, and Jamil’s trip round the world, Jamil leaves with an “i don’t know when i’ll be back” type of statement. but kalim FULLY believes there’s no “when” about it. he is so sure that he’s never going to see Jamil again. that jamil will not come back. (come back to him)

but not coming back has never really crossed Jamil’s mind as a plan, because of course he would come back. his family is here, the scalding sands is his home, and of course, Kalim is there.

because Jamil would come back to Kalim, of course he would, i mean he worries about him all the time, to the point where he has a manual for others to take care of him, and constantly acts in ways that keeps kalim depending on him too. like, the power imbalance in their dynamic is so fascinating because it’s something they both have over the other. red threads typically connect from finger to finger and that may be true for JamiKali as well but their threads? they start from the finger and crawl upwards wrapping around the others throat and back again. the thread will stretch but never snap or go completely taut. these fools will always gravitate right back, they are so messily enmeshed, inextricably intertwined, and they’re cool with that too, at the point of this fic’s starting.

but! jamil is off exploring the world and having destructive relationships, but Kalim, Kalim is maturing and growing up. he’s confident and a little more independent (because he has to be. because jamil isn’t there. he misses him deeply and he aches all the time.) but he’s still the same Kalim. he’s still cheerful and kind and social. he still calls everyone friend, even people he’s just met.

but he’s still the same Kalim, so even tho he calls a lot of people friend, even tho he has a lot of friends, he still doesn’t trust a whole bunch of people—the list is short and Jamil is still at the top of that list. because Jamil is such an essential part of his being, his childhood and his entire basis of framing relationships stem from his bond with Jamil that no other relationship for him can compare

(and same for Jamil btw abt Kalim. no one else will let jamil be as free as he is while still pulling off his little evil schemes and standing by him still)

but yeah, Kalim grows. And Jamil grows, though his growing is a little different. And then Jamil comes back. and Kalim is just!!! he’s soaring!!! he’s so confident now about Jamil, because Jamil came back!! so he pursues Jamil with confidence, with the same utmost devotion that he’s always showered Jamil with, and yeah, Jamil hides his face in his hood, as he always does when he’s flustered, and yeah. the reaction delights Kalim to no end. and Kalim isnt quiet about his affection either—he’s loud and proud, and of course people notice. and people start talking.

but they get together. they’re serious because they couldn’t ever be anything else. people don’t stop talking. kalim weathers more plots by his siblings and their mothers, and jamil is always there. helpin behind the scenes.

and people look at kalim and then look at jamil, and then think, damn. that viper is a lucky opportunistic guy isn’t he. and the al asim heir is a smitten fool in love. but he’s still a fool.

i hope you enjoyed this anon!!! and if you have any more questions, feel free! i love talking about these boys, even tho tumblr erasing my initial response almost made me cry!

[finalwarden]

hellooo!

my name is asme. i’m 28, hisuian (pearl clan), she and her pronouns. :)

i’m a warden, and i look after my lovely lady of the bogs! i also have two pokemon of my own: an espeon named fuzz, and an unnamed zorua kit.

i found this device in the lady’s arena a while ago, and i got it working. this “rotomblr” place popped up when i touched one of the little pictures, and since it seems to be a place to talk to others, well, i had to sign up!

ooc info: likes/follows come from @movedto-mementomoreeyes + rotomblr hub is @soupspkmncorner <3 hiii its soup (it/they+24) again with another oc from my big fucken oc family!! this blog is related to both @mimikinyuu and @cornerstonefriend , neither of them are able to see this blog though. the time will come theres a plot in mind blah blah blah. the gif above is made by 0jiro (didnt want to tag out of the blue, gif source works on mobile)!!

whats allowed in the inbox?

- canon characters, antagonists/grunts, ocs, fallers, anyone really! i will note: asme has never interacted with a sapient pokemon and doesnt know what an eeby/sleeby is. she may think that sapients/eebies/sleebies are just pretending at first, but this stance is changeable.

- pelipper mail/mystery gift

- musharna mail/malice

- magic!anons (SELECTIVE + TEMPORARY)

what isnt allowed in the inbox?

- nsfw. the most nsfw this blog (as well as my other rotomblr blogs) will get are silly middle-school jokes, ie KUNG POW PENIS

- union circle. this may change later, but as of right now, im disallowing it for in-universe reasons

- pelipper unmail/malice

- ic or ooc hate

- ic or ooc bigotry (INSTANT block for this)

- dont tell her about legion/soups accounts and dont tell legion/soup that shes on rotomblr. they will eventually connect but not yet.

final notes!

- this blog will discuss pokemon death, hunting/eating pokemon, human death, and similar topics. pokemon hunting/eating will be tagged as #pokemon hunting cw, all other triggers will be tagged similarly as #(x) cw. these topics will not be the blogs main focus.

- this blog takes place about 20 years after the events of legends: arceus. in this universe, asme is the last surviving warden. she knows of the other wardens, but in her universe, they are all retired or passed on.

- ASMES ZORUA IS A HISUIAN ZORUA!! she does not know unova exists and has a different type of zorua, but anyone is welcome to inform/correct her.

- in case it isnt obvious asmes noble is a luxray. she is currently a standard luxray, but this may change (i have ideas for a hisuian luxray variant)

- also in case it isnt obvious, asme is not tech-savvy. i am trying so fucken hard to make her feel like shes never seen a phone before. you are allowed to send her fake scams and other things of that nature if that makes you giggle

this post will be updated as needed.

last updated: 30/05/25

[the-writings-of-a-kiwi-bird]

Sorry, Reenie~

tags: angst/comfort, crack treated seriously maybe (not really taken seriously actually), medical inaccuracies probably (dont have the spoons to do research, im pretty vague though), kidnapping, referenced past drugging but in a lighthearted way and only once near the end

a little bit of Aventurine/Topaz at the end if you squint, but it can be interpretted as platonic, too

(i think thats it? idk)

this is 100% based on one of the numerous plotting/fic situations @silvercaptain24 and I think up/ping pong off each other in our DMs lol. im also only posting mainly this because its the easiest way to share with her XD

fic below cut (about 1400 words i thkn?)

Aventurine pushed his chair away from his desk and stood. 

I’ve been staring at these documents too long, I need a break. 

He exited his office, making sure to lock the door behind him, and began to make his way towards the end of the building where Topaz’s office is. 

Maybe I can talk her into lunch. It's been a while since I ate. 

He rounded a corner and was immediately grabbed and pulled into a janitorial closet. 

Before he could respond, a hand holding a cloth covered his nose and mouth. 

Aventurine held his breath and struggled, fighting to break free. 

“Oh come on, that’s taking too long!” An unfamiliar voice complained. 

Something hit his head hard, and the world turned black. 

~~ 

He awoke lying on his side. 

Everything hurt, and his mind was clouded with fog and pain. 

Aventurine tried to move his arms, only to painfully discover that they had been bound behind his back with rope, rather tightly. He did his best to remain silent and fought his eyes open. 

The floor he was laying on was dirt, which would explain the musty smell. It was dark, too dark to see much beyond the rusty iron bars in front of him. He could hear faint voices, but couldn't tell what they were saying or even what direction they came from. 

Panic fought to overtake his already limited mind, and he struggled to fight against it. 

I’m trapped. I can’t get free. Even if I could, those bars look strong. Everything hurts. What had I been doing? Where am I? I can move my feet. What good will that do? They’ve probably confiscated all my things. I can’t even call for help. I don't know if I’m even strong enough right now. I'm trapped. It’s so dark— 

His eyes threatened to close, and the room kept spinning. His wrists burned, the pain overpowering even the rest of the pain and making thoughts difficult. Painful memories threatened to surface, and he forced himself to focus on the pain instead. 

Aventurine’s whole body trembled, heart beating fast and loud. His neck burned, a phantom pain from memories long past resurfaced. 

Pistols fired somewhere in the distance, and the nearby voices turned to far away shouts. 

He was shaking, and not just from the cold. 

A familiar voice said something nearby. Or maybe far away? He wasn't sure. 

Panic swirled in his mind, drowning out all other thoughts besides the pain. 

He heard metal clangs, and the creaking of rusty hinges. That familiar yet unplaceable voice said something else he did not register, more insistent this time. 

Aventurine shut his eyes and struggled to try and get his breathing even. If they think he's asleep, they’ll leave him alone. Right?

The voice spoke again, definitely closer this time, and still not understandable. 

The pain in his wrists flared and he heard someone whimper pathetically. 

On second thought, that may have been him. 

The voice kept speaking to him, and he barely registered that a tension around his wrists had been broken. The searing pain lessened slightly. 

More speaking. He thinks. 

Icy cold water splashed Aventurine in the face, and he shot his eyes wide open with a gasp.  

“Geez, it’s ‘bout time!” A familiar metal hand waved in his face. “Are ya with me now, Fancy Pants?” 

Aventurine moved to sit up, but the pain in his wrists inhibited that. Someone lifted him into an upright position. 

Finally, he looked up. “… Boothill?” 

The space cowboy flashed a toothy grin. “Oh good, that little brain of yours is working again. C’mon kid, let's get you out of here.” 

Boothill lifted Aventurine with ease, one metal arm beneath his legs and the other supporting his back. Aventurine vaguely heard the space ranger mumble something about ‘muddle fudging son of nice ladies shirt bags ash voles’. 

Aventurine found himself relaxing somewhat, fighting to keep his eyes open as he bounced slightly with each step Boothill took. 

Boothill sighed. “Relax, kid, just get some sleep. You’re safe now. I’ll hold you for ransom when you wake up.” 

Aventurine relaxed fully, drifting off to sleep before the words had even fully registered. 

~~~

Aventurine awoke in a room he shouldn’t even recognize, much less be all too familiar with. 

“Ugh, so much for getting some work done today.” He groaned and stood, clutching his head with one hand as he waited for the room to stop spinning. He walked to the door and hesitated as he grabbed the handle, cherishing his last moments of peace before his headache inevitably gets much worse. 

~

“Well hello there, sleepyhead,” Boothill greeted. 

Two metal hands clasped each shoulder and not-no-gently steered him into a chair at the table, the biggest plate Aventurine had ever seen situated in front of him. It was overfilled with his favorite foods. 

He glanced back at Boothill, eyebrow raised skeptically. “There is absolutely no way I can eat all that. And I don't remember the ipc having any confidential files that list what my favorite foods are,” he added. 

Boothill smirked and simply shrugged. “Wow, favorite foods huh? What a coincidence! Anyways, Fancy Pants, you’d best get to eating, won’t know how much you can eat til you try!” 

Aventurine glared suspiciously at the food and drink in front of him. “Please tell me you didn’t drug it this time, i think i've had enough sleep for today.”

“Nah, you got plenty of sleep already, not necessary this time.” Boothill waved a hand dismissively, gaze never leaving Aventurine. “You should start eating though, I already sent the message to that Topaz lady and she’s usually pretty quick at sending the random money.” 

Aventurine began to eat, doing his best to refrain from wolfing it all down immediately. “You do know she transfers that from her personal account so she doesn’t have to go through Jade every time, right?” 

“It's okay, every time this happens that exact amount of money mysteriously disappears from the IPC’s bank account and appears in hers.” 

Aventurine froze, then turned his head slowly to look at Boothill. “You can do that. This whole time. What’s even the point of ransom then???” 

“More fun this way,” Boothill said with a toothy grin. “And it gives me the opportunity to make sure my Greatest Competition And Nemesis is Taking Care Of Himself well enough that we can be evenly matched still.” 

Aventurine rolled his eyes and continued eating. “I thought you were done with that ridiculous title.” 

Boothill chuckled. “Why would I be done with it, O Greatest Competition And Nemesis? It's the most fitting, after all.” 

Aventurine groaned, and Boothill watched closely to make sure he actually ate everything. 

~~ 

There was a knock at the ship’s door, and Boothill opened it to reveal a very exasperated Topaz. 

“Alright, Boothill, you’ve got the money. Can we have our dumbass back now?” 

“Hey!” Aventurine protested. Both ignored him. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing little lady.” Boothill patted Aventurine on the back forcefully, sending the man tumbling forward. 

Topaz calmly stepped aside and let him fall. 

“Thanks. I assume he’s been fed again?” 

“Obviously. Make sure the muddlefudger uses the healing ointment I gave him for his wrists, which were absolutely not my doing for the record.” 

Aventurine stood and dusted himself off, grumbling about loser friends who clearly hate him and not being a child who needs supervision. 

“Will do. See you next time, I unfortunately assume?” Topaz asked. 

“Yep!” Boothill replied cheerfully. “Nice doin’ business with ya.” 

Topaz nodded and turned, grabbing Aventurine’s arm. “Come on idiot, let's go.” 

She turned back to Boothill one last time, expression much softer for a split second. “…thanks for taking care of him.” 

She turned again, all but dragging Aventurine with her. 

“Hey, this time really wasn’t my fault,” he insisted defensively. 

Topaz glanced at him, a brief moment of concern on her face before she returned to that annoyed expression she always wore around him. “Yeah. I know.” She hesitated. “And… I’m glad you’re okay. I guess.” 

“You know,” she added quickly, “because I don’t want to be doing my and your workload. That's all. Definitely.” 

Aventurine smiled fondly. “Sure.” 

They took a few more steps before he paused. 

“Wait what do you mean you know? How?” 

Topaz groaned. “Mister Boothill demanded more credits than usual for, and I quote, ‘saving you shirt bags from having to rescue him from some forking muddle fudgers, and saving y’all the trouble of taking care of the ash voles.’” 

Aventurine smacked his forehead with his palm and sighed. “Of course he did. Why am I not surprised.”

Topaz shrugged. “That Galaxy Ranger really confuses me sometimes, you know.” 

“Only sometimes?” 

She smacked his arm. 

“Anyways, you owe me big time. Again.” 

“Yeah, yeah. The usual Lunch for a week I assume?” 

“Make it two this time.” 

“… fine, two.” 

~~~~~

[valeriianz]

fic talk! yay! tagged by @beatnikfreakiswriting and @hardly-an-escape <3

How many wips do you have currently?

okay, let's be reasonable about this (lol). WIPs that im currently working on, only 4. don't- hey! don't look into my Google Docs! ignore all those files. sometimes i like to jot a sentence or idea down, that doesn't mean it's an active WIP! that also doesn't mean they are abandoned. they are just... marinating. snoozing. biding their time.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is?

oh geez, probably Savory & Sweet. it's so silly because the first chapter of that flew out of me. it was so fun to write and its a verse i definitely revisit from time to time... and technically the first chapter works as a stand alone- i don't need to write a follow up. but after i had posted it, i really had every intention to write more. but for some reason the motivation to actually sit down and write it out is fleeting. but it's a year old at this point and i just want. it. FINISHED!

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

it never strikes when i want it to, firstly. never when im sitting down and writing. it sometimes comes when i dont have access to a pen and paper or my phone- like riding my bike or in the shower, so whatever great idea/line of dialogue/scene that pops into my head in that moment, i repeat in my head over and over until i can finally scramble to get it hastily written down lmao. but it is very random... and usually strikes when im alone and in my own head, doing nothing in particular.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

no. and i write in absolute silence as well. lyrics distract me and music has never spoken to me that way- not enough to influence writing at least. of course the big exception is Bolt in the Blue lmao. but i think it makes sense that im making playlists for that fic. (oh and i made one for Let Me Down Easy as well... but these two fics have literally been the only times in my entire fanfic history that i've made playlists haha)

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised?

for the moooost part i have a bit of organization, even if it's a few scattered notes. i learned my lesson quite late about making sure to at least have an ending in mind before i start writing and publishing (to be very real with y'all, the reason the dreamling Road Trip au hasn't gotten off the ground yet is because i can't think of a good ending for it). that being said though, once i do have an ending sorted out, my writing process is basically chaos. sometimes plot points or arcs will change entirely... which is a little scary, but as long as i can keep my ending the same, fuck it.

tagging, no obligation/tag me in existing posts: @issylra @delta-pavonis @valiantstarlights @tj-dragonblade

[electra-cupide]

Hi, um so i was looking around the vn development tag and i found one of your blog posts and I was like. That . Is. Totally. Me, so I decided to send a message to you!

Before even starting my visual novel (which i still even did not finish the first day) I've gone through lots of stages, It took me 4 YEARS to start my own VN, and there has been alot of changes to me and my Visual Novel, I mean it is impossible to not right? I would struggle alot due to procastination or life really.

I've drawn many sprites of my characters, theres probably 4 or 5 of them( I am still re drawing them)

Something I would recommend is to keep your ideas in some type of notebook and return to them later.

Genuinely buying a notebook and writing down my ideas on what to do really helped me out.

I would write, scene ideas, character lore, plot ideas, some gameplay things, and i would make a list on things i needed to draw, what cgs would go well with the first day or what cgs of characters i could make for players to get to know a character.

This helped me out on making my ideas clear, because i had them all over the place, I think i may or may not forgot a few :c

Something else i would say is that, you should know the programme you are going to use.

Brainstorming on ideas and making backgrounds or characters seem really easy when youre learning to code for the first time (now i dont know your knowledge on these stuff, but just in case)

I had no idea on code, i remember spending my whole evening and night on figuring out why the hell my audio wont play out...

So having a prototype will help you out, you had a blog saying you were on artists block and oh boy do I relate to that..

Learning coding (and learning the software) to take your mind of off your artblock will help alot.

If you worry about there not being any images is ok!

Its literally the half of what VN is but having placeholders for those images will make you get progress on your work! And thats what matters!!! You can go over the art after!! If you are worrying about what other people will think of your art, just remember that those will just be placeholders (and remember that you are doing this for yourself)

I don't know if this helped, made sense or Iam just being delusional but I hope it did.

Dont feel any pressure, your mental and body health matters still.

Have a great day!

Oh thank you! This advice is actually quite useful! As for your advice, I actually do have quite a good amount of ideas for my visual novel written down in my app notes! (I started working on it back in February, so I have slowly added more and more over time) Obviously I don’t have a script yet, but over the months I have written down a good amount.

For example, I already have the story plot down and how the visual novel ends. I also over time have fleshed out some characters and their lore, as well as world building. I also wrote down some game mechanics I want to include for future references. (As well as looking up various videos on visual novel development for advice) I do in fact, have my characters designs all done and down, I just haven’t drawn them out properly yet.

In short in terms of design and planning I have roughly around 30%-ish I think done? (30 sounds like a lot but it really isn’t) The only thing I need to do really is write out the game’s prologue and character routes. (I’ve actually already started writing the prologue, albeit I’m only 13 sentences in) As well as draw some stuff.

I do have some assets done? I started making a title-screen (though it’s not finished) and a dialogue box as a test. I have the story down, including how the game ends, as well as other various character/worldbuilding details and lore. I just haven’t actually written my story down yet out yet- (To metaphorically describe it, I have the ingredients, I just haven’t made the cake yet)

I do know where I’ll likely get my assets from, for example in terms of game music I’ll likely use DOVA-syndrome since some dev’s I follow recommend that. I’ve also been told itch has some good assets for game dev’s aswell.

In terms of coding, I do want to attempt to try that at some point again, so later on when I make the actual thing, I’m not just confused on how to code. I’m scarcely familiar with code, I learned minuscule about it back in my middle school and high school days- (the most I re-call is about functions, JavaScript and Python T-T it’s been years since I actually coded so I’m likely a little rusty)

I’ve heard a lot of developers use Ren’py which from what I heard, is fairly easier to use compared to other programs because it is great for beginners. (I think there are some tutorials online on how to use it and its code. I’ll have to look into them sometime.)

Overall I’m trying to balance taking breaks and working on my visual novel (more often than not I sometimes forgot to work on it.) Lastly as for CG’s, I might work on them last—mainly because writing is my main priority, (of course I do squeeze drawing in stuff aswell, I try to do both)

Anyway, once again thanks for the advice! And I will keep this mind for future references!

[wrongcaitlyn]

Do you have any fame aus or anything else that inspired you for the dear reader series?

no fame au's, unfortunately :( i am a BIG fan of fame au's, however, so i do have some recs! but the inspiration for dear reader was largely just me listening to my music and forming an au around it - one playlist turned into two, which turned into seven, which turned into 16, etc - and then i had a full au plot in my head😭

but for recs!! i bookmark pretty much every fame au i read just because i love them so much. they're definitely my niche i just cannot stop putting these people on red carpets - and it's always been this waySDKJF

you'd be paranoid too (if everyone was out to get you) by harrowhark is a catradora fame au (popstar!catra) and it was one of the first fics i ever read on ao3 and literally changed my brain chemistry. now this was like 3-4 years ago, so it's been a while since i've read it, even though when i was in my shera hyperfixation i re-read it like six times i think - if you ARE a shera fan, i would 100% recommend this one, i still remember how incredible it was! did it inspire the dear reader-verse specifically? no, they're very different in terms of plot/characters, but i feel like if i'm talking about fics that inspired me this one's essential😭

everyone wake up new jinx album just dropped by Drindrak is similar to the first one in that it is a fame au that just made me love the trope so much, even though it is much more crack than angst, unlike you'd be paranoid😭it's an arcane fic where jinx... becomes a popstar? except it's like, set in runeterra and vi is still in jail and all of that. like. I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE ITSKDF i swear i just love a good crack fic every now and then, and this did it WITH fame?? i love. and so yeah, looking back on it, i actually do think it inspired dear reader a bit in the way that jinx was absolutely chaotic (will i ever stop on the jinx nico parallels? i wrote a goddamn solangelo timebomb au already but i'm still going to be pointing it out)

he was seen on occasion (pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea) by stargirltv is a solangelo fame au!! and i know that i already rec'd it. but like. you have to know how much i LOVE this fic and though, once again, the plots are pretty different - but also similar in the sense of the character dynamics! so yeah tbh i'd say i probably did, unintentionally, take a lot of inspo from this, just because i do love it so much, and it was one of the only fame au's for solangelo that i had read (i've read much more now, ofc, seeing as i stalk the fame and social media tags like a hawk)

and then the last thing i feel like i have to mention when talking about the inspiration for this fic is the book, red white and royal blue. i think i mentioned in the first chapter of talk your talk's end note that this entire au?? started off as a rwrb crossover in my head. nico's age was calculated with alex's in mind. will going to college at nyu was because i originally planned for alex and him to idk meet at a class or smth. cecil was originally a law student (another ironic thing for a child of hermes, and yet i ended up making him work towards cyber security lmfao) just so he could somehow become friends with alex. i was fully emerged in this universe where somehow these friend groups collided, and i fully orchestrated nico as a popstar just so that they'd have double the fandoms to go crazy about it. so does it really have to do anything with rwrb in terms of plot?? no, but alex and henry are entirely to thank for this!!!😭

i know that i kind of took a bit of a strange route for a popstar au in talk your talk so it doesn't really match the usual trope? like person is already famous -> meets someone, either famous or not -> fight to get together bc of the press -> some sort of leaked photo of them -> they choose each other in the end. and dont get me wrong, i will eat up that trope any day, but i do really like what i did with talk your talk! i love any form of fame au, and so it's always just fun to see different spins on the common tropes :)

thank you for the ask!!

[sorryimananti-romantic]

you really got me thinking now about what i even like lmao. i'm really not very picky with tropes, tags, genres or shy of warnings, very much someone who will give everything a read at least once and see where i end up.

it's usually all thanks to the author's own way of writing, planning, detailing and imagination that has me continue reading their works - so it's really not me exaggerating when i tell you, you (and loren btw.) won't disappoint me since your writing gets better and better the more i read. <3

if i wanted to pitch some ideas to you, i might just have to dust off my own archive from when i used to write years ago lmao i'm sure i can find unfinished wips and mapped brainstorms somewhere neglected inbetween paragraphs lol but to maybe give a general idea or inspo so far..

my favorite ateez songs (you haven't written for yet) are: illusion, with u, to the beat, don't stop, halazia (outlaw, empty box)

my favorite yumi discography fics (currently at least) are: hala hala, dazzling light, horizon (duh), deja vu, be with you. guerilla, new world

genres/tags/tropes/aus i tend to be drawn towards: angst, slow burn, suggestive, corruption/manipulation/betrayal, hurt/trauma, comfort/fluff, mythology, thrillers, forbidden love, enemies to lovers, past life regression, paranormal/supernatural, like witchy/faerie/demonic elements just to name a few..

atz bias line: hongjoong🐿️ yunho🐶 wooyoung🦊 jongho🐻

damn.. after all there are things that i like and the more i write down the more strings connect, just gotta let it cook on low heat for now ig lol

○ chron 🃏

you're just like me then (most of the times when i want to read i dont even look at the wc/warnings and then sometimes i stumble upon sth traumatic (like a few things in smut that i don't like) and i'll be like ehh *continues to read it anyway pretending that part/scene didn't happen LOL*

honestly the two of us appreciate you so much AHAHA whenever you reblog one of our works and we read it we're like "hey did you see chron reblogged your fic" and then we're all :')) for a while AHAHAHA. i hope our writing never disappoints!

YOU USED TO WRITE HELLO? give me the key to the archives i need to see that right neowww LOL but okay of the songs that you like that i haven't written for yet, i have a few ideas for some of them [ateez come with new songs so quick i am convinced i can never write for all songs they have and that makes me SO SAD]

i'm honestly surprised dazzling light is a fav of yours (it's an old work and i personally think it's cringe as the writer LOL) but i see you have a thing for fantasy/royal-medieval i see the pattern hehe and you've got quite the taste chron i love that

i've honestly been wanting to cook up some fantasy bc it's been a while (says i who's written far too much fantasy) and i have one idea for san which i'm not really feeling yet (perhaps brain will be back to work after the break) and i have a really spicy flavourful fic for yunho planned whenever i feel like writing it but i'll try to think of more plots!

we can both let it cook, we have some time huehuehe and good things come to those who wait (pls i hope i get some good ideas after the break) but anyways if anything comes to mind or anything inspires you, lemme know! i'll see what i can do with it <33 and thank you for this <33

[asthedeathoflight]

For the writing asks: M, J, B!

M - whats the weirdest scenario/au you've come up with? Have you actually written it?

Oh my god this is hard bc like how do you define weird. I think I've gotta give the shoutout to my long-running No Magic au of my original fiction, which is where i put all my really self indulgent wish fulfillment stuff for my ocs that wouldn't work in canon, purely because the implication that their lives would have been so much better if magic didn't exist is really funny. Also because in the no magic au Dezzy keeps on with her career in the theater and so I get to imagine all the shows she would have been in. If it weren't for all the magic. I havent written any of this bc there isnt a plot to the no magic au its just vibes. Like half of it is just me imagining the kind of twitter discourse there would be about my ocs if they were famous.

J - whats your favorite trope? Have you written it?

I loooove soulmate aus sorry im bad aromantic representation but they r so good... Like okay just to be a hater for a second but I think a lot of people are really unfair when they talk about soulmate aus and it's soooo clear they've never read any. Like it's actually pretty common to have aro characters and explore the aro experience in soulmate aus (altho theyre usually side characters) like if you don't like reading romance in general yeah its not gonna be your thing but in my experience the complaint that its insta-love or some kind of existential horror that forces potential aro people into relationships is just completely baseless. People will say "i would only read soulmate aus if they explored xyz" and then list things which are major themes in like sixty percent of soulmate fic. Ppl who write soulmate aus aren't idiots. They are in fact aware of and capable of addressing the Implications. The Implications are actually half the fun.

Anyways hater moment over. Yes I have! DM soulmate au is very precious to me. Like Daniel and Armand are literally soulmates you don't get it. Normal IWTV is already a soulmate au. To me.

B - what was the first fandom you read fic in? Wrote fic in?

Oh god I think the first fandom I read fic for was Undertale way back in the day. They had some diabolical shit going on in that fandom. And I don't even mean like sex stuff undertale fic writers loved just absolute nightmare angst fics. Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach fucked me up. Really good tho 10/10 do not regret.

And then the first time I ever wrote fic was for Wolf 359 because the finale fucked me up and i just lay awake in bed for like a week with that fic on a loop in my mind until i finally got up and wrote it lol. Actually very funny hypocrisy on my part because i saw a poll of least favorite fanfic tags and was almost gonna vote fix-it fics and yet my first fanfic WAS a fix-it fic..... Anyways i mostly dont read fix-it fics bc i like messy endings and my wolf 359 fic was a "goddamnit you do NOT get the clean separation of dying, get back here and answer for your fucking crimes" fic.

[rubctosis]

name—  Ren a name i felt comfortable with for some time so i stuck with it.

pronouns — he / him

preferred comms — on here or my discord :>

name of muse — Trafalgar D. Water Law. babygorl. i have other muses but they are secondary and are upon request. info on my pinned. :>

experience in RP — I've been writing since 2016 i used to be a dipper pines blog, then came back to run an angel dust blog around 2019 but i stopped again because i felt like my writing was shit- still is lmao. 

best experiences — I don't really have one? but ngl i wish i joined the OP writing community earlier because the community is just so welcoming??? 

pet peeves / dealbreakers — I don't really have any for ive yet to experience any of the sort? but will update if i come across something lmao-

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) —  i like an equal balance if that makes sense. if smut was gonna happen like there needs to be plot. i cant jump straight to that- unless discussed. but to be honest i like me some angst \ slow burn \ comfort 

plot or memes — both honestly. as long as theres a foundation we can start from i dont mind 

long or short replies — a mixture of the two. im rather- lengthy in my replies thus it takes me centuries to reply but if its too much i can always adjust. 

best time to write — Usually on my days off which are wednsdays and sundays. i can occasionally squeeze some time before work. 

are you like your muse —  yes.  in regards to certain mannerisms and behaviorial things. but personality wise im more- reserved. lmao im just a whole mess. 

 

tagged by:  @bothfeetinthegrave

tagging: @ofhope \ @particlecreator \ @seisfleurtwist \ @stormcried \ @sillygum \ @futurepiratekiing \ @fallesto \ @bonescribes \ @thevoiceofthepeople \ @ anyone whos reading this i welcome you to take part lmao. if youve done so already please feel free to skip passed this. my dash isnt keeping me updated to know :(

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hi so @sunshinemarauder tagged me to rec my five favourite fivs of mine, good thing is i've only written five yet!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39805371 wrote this one hen i was ridiculously in love with some guy who ended up being my bf it's lily's diary of pining for james for one whole summer and i just reread it now it was not half bad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31418771 this was based on a prompt on tumblr, i have a thing for jily in the last year of their lives, here james is feeling down and his wife tries to do something about it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31347170 a jily office au i wanted to read it could not find it so wrote it myself i think it is really cute n jim n pam have a very special bond i wanted to try to recreate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27288415 this one is maybe my favourite one ive written because no matter how many times ive reread it ive never been ashamed of it and just wonder how i wrote it so yeah it makes me happy. lily reflecting on james when he dies in front of her (another jily in hiding)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26315530/chapters/64078543 left my first one for last. i dont really know how she holds up but she was written with a lot of love and care. this is a 10 things i hate about you au and i reworked the plot a bit, it also has a bit of blackinnon and i think a wolfstar epilogue so i kinda changed my mind on sirius at some point. i mean even now i dont know where i stand. i think i just like both ships!

i've been thinking recently of writing something else, it's been a long time so i might be rusty but i was thinking of participating in the jilytoberfest, so watch out! maybe you'll see me with something new soon, i'll see with my muse