#writing with chari

[secretlyanimmortal]

Yan!Rival ?!

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> Ever since you were a kid, you were the top student- well- one of the top students. There was always this guy who you've hated his stupid guts since middle school. His stupid antics, stupid boasting persona, stupid everything!

> The worst part? He keeps annoying you like a maniac! From the friends you make to the grades you have, it's like he's always nitpicking and teasing you about everything since he's "better than you will ever be"

> For a few years you've been trying your best to ignore the situation. Staying as far away to his proximity as you can. But you can only go so far when your always in the same top class of the year.

> Even your things was not spared in his antics. Your favorite pen you used when you wrote a better essay? Oops! now it's broken. Your handkerchief you left after class? The next week it's on your desk with rips, marks and broken sewing with his initials on it. wait this wasn't the pattern on your handkerchief-

> No matter if you changed friend groups, seating arrangement in class, after school lessons, or even clubs- he's always there to flaunt his greatness and put you in the rank lower than him.

> Luckily for you, you got a scholarship into a prestigious private school far away from- How did he get into the same school as you?!

> Every day, you try your best keep your mouth shut from responding to his comments and smug smile (down right bullying if you ask me). Since he was popular and smart, most of the adults you tell think it's light teasing and brush your complaints off.

> Don't worry, he's the least of your worries since the school has more workload compared to other schools.Even if he spread stupid rumors about you sleeping with the principal to get into the school to begin with.

> Okay that's it. The day when you would have after school lessons was the day you would confront him about everything.

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part two if u guys want to :>

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

ephemeris goober copium 👌✨

[myalchod]

Her eyes shutter briefly and she laughs, but there’s no humour in the low sound. When she looks back up again there’s something bleak on her face that hadn’t been there before, the mask of false calm stripped away to reveal a woman more shaken by her circumstances than she will ever admit aloud. “Apparently I’m dying.” A frantic call brings Ben Harvey back to Alfea over the Solstice holidays, putting him in a race against time — and his own memories — to save a friend.

Happy HEX, my dearest ɦɨʟʟɨɛ (@crazycatfaery )! ✨💚🤣 It’s been an absolute delight to have you as my giftee this year. I hope this fic fulfils at least some of your Ben/Rose wishes … and maybe a bonus or two besides. With love from your favourite diabolical murder in a trenchcoat. 😘

[megacharicific]

there's wyll, astarion, and a cat

(fluff, unedited, postgame, established relationship)

There's "being diplomatic because it's a bad idea to offend your next-door neighbor," and there's whatever Wyll is doing. (That bastard did not deserve any of their tomatoes. Granted, they had too many than they knew what to do with, but Astarion would rather feed the hard-working ants in their backyard than let them make it to her mouth.)

"Snowball does not bite," Astarion shouts, from upstairs. He hopes Araj hears it as she leaves. "Unless you're a b-"

"Astarion," Wyll says.

"Mrow," their cat says.

Astarion heads down the stairs. Snowball's tail whips around in the air, further proof Araj must've unnerved her somehow. Wyll carries her to the sofa, and Astarion pets the soft fur under her chin until she is purring again.

"Do you know what your dad did? He gave our tomatoes to someone you clearly hate."

Wyll actually looks a little sad that Astarion is tattling on him to the cat.

"Just because you relate doesn't mean biting people is always justified, you know."

"I know. Like the garden spider that bit me. When I was tending to our tomatoes. That wasn't justified, for instance."

Wyll huffs. "I can't tell anymore if you're annoyed at our misjudgement in handing our cat to Araj, or if you've grown protective of the tomatoes, too."

"I can defend the honour of our cat and our tomatoes in the same court, love."

"I'm glad," Wyll says, leaning in. Astarion watches him place a hand on his chest. He's about to say something saccharine again. "That you have room in here to care for so many of us."

Astarion's heart doesn't- shouldn't- beat, but something like a cupid's arrow shoots through it.

"You're a storybook prince," he grumbles, and cannot stop himself from kissing Wyll.

"Mrow," Snowball says, annoyed that they've stopped petting her.

[arrowfoxbus]

@tinysweetnight

ive stolen everybrick in your living room. its a matter of time before the walls collapse

[jenni3penny]

Hey Fox! Give me 1 and/or 11 for the 2023 fic asks?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

While not necessarily new, I did write that one piece (Until the Time Comes) that only had a couple words of dialogue in it, and that was a fun exercise. I rely so much on dialogue for characterization, so it took some doing. 

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

I think you know the answer to this already. 😆

Finishing what I affectionately called ‘the tour fic’ felt really great. It had been a long time since I'd done anything multi-chapter and planned out. 

‘We Can Take the World’ took all the awards in the Personal Favs category. 

[megacharicific]

I’m writing about the importance of understanding where others come from. I’m writing about loneliness hurting the most when you’re surrounded by people who misunderstand you, and about the joy when you meet someone who understands everything.

my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”

he said, “you have to stop doing that.”

“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.

but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.” 

i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”

as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck. 

“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”

so, my friends: what are you writing about?

[transparentair]

N.S. being a companion shortcut to new vegas (not in gameplay but lorewise as someone who can get virtually anywhere no matter who or what doesnt want that to happen) is a funny concept because, essentially, N.S. knows how to get past all the cazadores and radscorpions and deathclaws just fine without much trouble, and it's basically just monkey see monkey do and praying to god you don't fuck up and draw anything dangerous to you guys. which is fine if you're a career courier used to covering a lot of ground as fast and efficiently as possible. and so luca is fine but meera, who is only a courier because she got kicked out of all her other jobs and is trying to make ends meet and bide her time, is scared out of her mind because "WHY ARE WE POWERWALKING A 20 METERS DROP ONTO SHARP ROCKS WITH CAZADORES RIGHT BELOW US? WHY ARE WE STARING DOWN AT A DEATHCLAW RIGHT NOW!? YOU'RE A SICKO! YOU'RE A FREAK NOBODY DOES THIS BUT YOU!" and she would be right if N.S. wasn't surrounded by people who specialise in guerilla warfare and living in rough areas

[legilimenace]

WWTG - 8th of December, Archery Shooting

Orpheus' time at Winbourne had thus far been a bust. As much as he held affections for the Northmoors he did not endear to Amantha stepping on his toes during the welcome ball, and the croquet game went about as well for him as removing a niffler from a mountain of gold. But, fate seemed to smile on him and the rest of the Kenways as they glanced over at archery on the agenda. It seemed, at long last, he would be in his element.

As the guests headed over toward the arranged targets, Orpheus was flanked on either side by Charis and his sister. It seemed that he had been alone in his discomfort as both ladies and the rest of their combined family members had been nearly jubilant since the ball.

"Well I'm sure your spirits have now been lifted," Crescentia smiled as she looped her arm around his, the poinsettia red skirt of her dress gently swishing with each step taken to match his pace. "Dear Charis has told me you've been absolutely miserable. I admit I did notice your maudlin gaze in the gazebo...I was almost inclined to slip a potion in your glass, you know. There's a charming little legend I'd heard from the lady of the house about the magic of midnight proposals..." she chuckled and shared a side glance with Charis who rolled her eyes.

"You're carrying around love potions? Here??" Orpheus uttered in shock. His sister, ever the calculated risk-taker, would surely not dare to do something so bold and unconscionable. Not while they were here. Not when their father would've cautioned her against carrying her concealed stash with her for the weekend.

Crescentia feigned a guilty look, hovering her hand over her mouth with a wide-eyed stare. "Oh, did I say that aloud?" Callous yet amused, she let out a short gasp when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Orpheus is right, do try to be respectable," Charis added. "We don't need our hosts questioning a spiked cocktail."

"That's true, but they may instead question why it is that this one is such a great marksman after seeing his dreadful work with the mallet." Too hard, then too soft, and a few bumps in the terrain later that paved the way to disaster, and Orpheus had resigned from the game of croquet, earning a pat on the back from Oswin and Charis' father.

"Kenways don't play croquet," Orpheus grumbled. The two women laughed.

"That's a new one. Did you divine that from the runes?"

"I could've divined that from his playing," Charis grinned. "But I'm counting on your win this time. Planning on putting your hereditary 'gift' to the test, cousin?" Kenways had very few claims to fame, but an affinity with a bow was one that had persisted thanks to the work of one of their ancestors: a spell to make arrows fly straight. It had served them well across the years for discretion in the absence of wands, though many family members became accustomed to the item regardless, and Orpheus didn't take too kindly to the suggestion that he would have to cheat to succeed.

"I don't need any gift to hit a target, Charis. I think I can manage."

"I know you can. Go on, then. Earn your legacy; impress our hosts," she said, pointing to where Malcolm and Primrose stood not so far off.

With a gentle pat on the shoulder and a troublesome smirk, Crescentia retreated to her elder brother's side who had opted to sit on the sidelines for the competition. "Shame the family gift doesn't work on croquet balls," she whispered over her shoulder to Oswin. Although he didn't respond with more than a twitch of the mouth, their thoughts were aligned in a moment of sibling understanding. Even if it had, he wouldn't have used it.

Charis had taken it upon herself to converse with Primrose and Malcom as Orpheus readied himself with a bow. He had previously displayed himself as rather awkward throughout his time at Winbourne, but the moment his stance has shifted into a confident alignment and his gaze was solidly focused on the target. His back heel nestled into the snow as he nocked an arrow, an air of calm proceeding his aim. And then....whoosh! The arrow was set loose and swiftly buried itself along the outer rim of the center circle.

"He may not look it, but Orpheus is rather grand at archery," Charis praised, gently applauding the shot with gloved hands. Perhaps, she considered, some damage control was necessary after he had fumbled to truly promote himself in an acceptable manner. "Fancies himself a bit of a hunter but doesn't like to say it all too much. A shame, is it not?" She continued to watch as he then landed a bullseye. It seemed things were going both their ways, and she couldn't wait to receive her betted galleons from Crescentia...

Credit to @endlessly-cursed for the event (+ mentions of Primrose) & @gaygryffindorgal for Malcolm

[secretlyanimmortal]

Test of Devotion yandere! boyfriend (GN reader)

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> Synopsis: You've been dating this wonderful guy for a little over a year now. You think you know all his secrets? ha ha! > TW: Stalking, general yandere stuff

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ > your sweet boyfriend, where do you even begin? from the moment you guys first met, it was an instant click. Being asked to a cafe nearby, he shared some interests, but still had his own opinions and passions different from you.

> your sweet boyfriend, who still did the cheesy romance movie tropes with you. Ate ice cream, walked in the park, even went to a New Year's celebration with you, kissing you when the timer hit 0.

> your sweet boyfriend, who was straight out of a romcom series, just the two of you. You were on cloud nine after you were together, any mention of a bad coworker? left and resigned! a karen yelling at you that shift? no reports filed! It was like the universe or him worked in your favor.

> your sweet boyfriend, who would melt on your touch, so kind, so gentle, he would never hurt a fly. The way he could soothe crying babies in public and took care of animals hurt and run them to the vet clinics, a knight in shining armor indeed.

> your sweet boyfriend, who one day in his apartment, asks you to take a little 'test' of his. You've known the cheating tests on social media or even those intelligence tests on news articles. So when you followed him to a secret room- you were only a tad bit suspicious. I mean, your anniversary was coming up, so maybe it was that?

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> "Love, can you come with me for a sec? I wanna show you something..." You look up, his smile genuine. "Sure, is it a surprise?" standing up, you intentionally close your eyes. > You feel his hand grab your shoulders "...sort of, I just want you to take a test for me". A while of footsteps later, you come to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" > "No not yet" he mutters, a creaking door, keys jingling, then an unlocking is heard. Maybe it was a new room? Another close and lock was heard then... > "Alright, you can open your eyes" Your eyes look up in shock, you were in a small dim lit room with candid photos of you everywhere in a wall, sketches of you, framed phots, even places where you once lived were all in a little shrine on a table with your favorite candle. Not only that, but parts of bloody clothes are in a neat little cabinet in the corner, clothes you remember the people you hated last wore. > He hugs you that left you restrained, whispering in your ear "This is my Test of Devotion to you, my love..."

> "Happy one year anniversary, my love"

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> i made this as vague as possible...

> just a quick idea out to show im not dead! just dying >o< > i am so sorry to everyone for the hiatus!!! this year i promise to post more (i have a lot of drafts i haven't even finished q-q) > hopefully you all are still here, i never expected any part 2 (for any of my fics) since i wanted people to have their own interpretations but who's to say i wont use ideas you guys have? i'm free to suggestions on where to make it more... more! xP > ms. Chari out!!!

[secretlyanimmortal]

> Always be nice to others (*^▽^*)/ > You never know who you'll befriend :3

Most immortals become the angsty “everyone I have ever loved is gone” kind of immortal. You, on the other hand, instead took it upon yourself to be a loving presence to entire generations of your chosen family, because they are descended from someone you once loved long ago.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

finally watched Wish and had a major brain blast

They’re besties now because I said so 💫

[myalchod]

When she raises hers in return, all she can feel beneath it is cold unbroken glass. Investigating strange magic leaves Farah and Saul trapped on opposite sides of a mirror, with time ticking down while they try to unravel its secrets.

The first chapter of a multipart fill for @winxsource's WIPs and Chains event. You can thank @faytalepsy for the promise of an eventual happy ending, and @anne-in-dreamland for letting me screech at her.

[megacharicific]

been thinking of a fic idea i don't have time to write so i'm posting the premise and it's free for the taking if anyone is interested

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The rain droplets glance off his cowl, further soaking the stones on the ground. The wet, worn rocks on the paved path gleam under the moon’s light. It’s high and bright in the sky, well past a reasonable hour to bother most people. But he knows this household keeps to a nocturnal schedule. He reaches their door and knocks. Leaves rustle as a mouse startles at the noise and flees the bush he is next to. He doesn’t hear the footsteps of someone coming to answer him. How long should he wait? Does he knock again, or invite himself in? They are friends enough that the inhabitants wouldn’t mind. The door swings inwards before he makes a decision. Astarion lounges against the door frame, awash in warm, homely lamplight.

For a moment, he only twirls a coin between his fingers, over his knuckles, sliding it along the back of his hand; fidgeting.

“Hey.”

“Hello, Mattis.”

“Is Wyll home?”

Astarion huffs. “Don’t go hiding your favorites, darling.”

Mattis wrinkles his nose. “Well, have you signed a contract with a devil before?”

“No, I didn’t have to. My sire kindly did that for me.”

Congrats, Mattis, you messed that up bad. He wants to bite his tongue so hard he can take back what he said.

“Sorry,” he replies. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Ha!”Astarion exclaims. “Oh, that’s cute. You really have been spending too long with Wyll if you’ve learned to apologize. I’m not so easily offended, don’t worry.”

Astarion pushed himself to stand straight, and Mattis slips into the house, giving him a stink-eye.

“Don’t call me cute.”

Behind him, Astarion shuts the door, and a laugh bursts from him.

“Sorry,” he says when he’s done. “Wyll’s looking after his father. Probably overnight. Human bodies are such a mess when they’re old, you know. Gives me something to be grateful for. What’s going wrong in your life?”

Mattis takes his hood off, combs a hand through his hair to get the rain out. He’s too agitated not to keep pacing circles in the room. He slams a hand in a table, feels brief satisfaction as his nails dig in the wood.

“Mol signed another contract,” he confesses, finally. “And I- I don’t know how to get her out of this one.”

[invader-is-cute]

SAVE THE DATE FOR JUNE 16th! You can contribute with fanfic, fanart, one-shots, edits, etc.

Day 1 - Vampire/Fairytale

Day 2 - New Orleans/1920s

Day 3 - Genderbend/Role Reversal

Day 4 - Pirate x Mermaid/Robin Hood

Day 5 - Arranged Marriage/Macbeth

Day 6 - Deal Pact/Guardian Angel

Day 7 - Free AU Day

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

*thinking about the SOS Chronicles kids* wait, oh no, Silas is that one you think is normal BUT NO, he might not have a dragon co-habiting his brain or be a cat-lizard child with anger issues, but that boy is not normal.