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me rn

(stumbling out of the document covered in blood) ok i wrote 100 words

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i feel like i should inform you guys why i have been inactive and probably will be for a couple of days. my country is in a mass protest currently cause of police brutality, and literally 2 days ago, i was nearly caught up in one if not for a risky escape through barricaded streets. my eyes hurt a little (unsure if it was from fire smokes or tear gas smoke), and genuinely have NO time to write cause i have to check on the news at all times.

anyways. i haven't watched the new elias audio, was my prediction abt James correct?

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i know i promised an isaac fic by a week, but i'm having a HUGE writer's block right now 😭 i'm so sorry cause it's going to be delayed. plus, i just started college and it's crazy i feel so incompetent (i study commercial law) 😔😔😔

edit: would you guys believe me if i met a deskmate who reminded me of isaac?

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WE HAVE A WINNER 🏆

i've been so obsessed with isaac he's so SCRUMPTIOUS. which fic should i upload first? one of them was accidentally uploaded, but it wasn't even complete 💀

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NOOOOOO

fun fact: i used to be in competitive swimming. i can guarantee that we use our hands so much, most swimmers' built are upper-body heavy. which means, isaac canonically has a dorito shaped back and hella crazy arms.

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fun fact: i used to be in competitive swimming. i can guarantee that we use our hands so much, most swimmers' built are upper-body heavy. which means, isaac canonically has a dorito shaped back and hella crazy arms.

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this is how i felt after the andrew wave died down and discovered that peak saku tumblr was in 2024. i thought i missed out on the huge following, but after my previous acc getting deleted, i realized how i cared more about sharing my work compared to engagement numbers. sakuverse has been nothing but kind towards me, so i would like to keep writing even if there is no crowd to entertain.

this is 100% just a silly vent and not that deep but I’m not actually a fan of the terms “I’m so late” in fandom space, because “being late” implies that there is a window, a period of time where fandom is “alive” and while I’m aware there’s a period of time where a fandom (mostly new media) is considered mainstream and popular before people move on to their next interest/hyperfixation. the thing about fandoms—for me—is that they aren’t about popularity or going viral on tiktok. so what if you discovered your blorbo after the hype died down and joined the fandom after most casual viewers have already left? fans who are still active in the fandom aren’t gonna call you “late”, they’re gonna be so happy and excited to have a new member in their community.

fandoms are kept alive by fans, by you and me. not how mainstream or popular the media currently is.

fandoms are timeless. as long as fans still talk about blorbos, as long as fans still create fan art and write fanfics and as long as you engage with posts about blorbos (you don’t have to make fan art or write fanfics, just support artists and writers by letting them know you appreciate their works), your fandoms will always stay alive.

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isaac: a little misunderstanding. ☆˖ ִֶָ

isaac rhoades x pickle tags: he can be jealous sometimes, isaac cringed at himself, i swear i am working on the swimming fic, short drabble, fem listener.

soft crackles of growing flame littered the fireplace as pickle carefully toss a few chunks of charcoal. she rested the long metal pick on its hanger right before isaac called her out, "yes?"

"can you take these up and call the doctor?" he placed a stack of annotated papers on the coffee table, a small orange-leafed bonsai tree stood between the two. "dr. lipovsky?" pickle asked, it's a common name mentioned several times in his cases. isaac only hummed, back to typing out words on his laptop.

the papers were already on pickle's hands and she walked to his office for his wireline phone, designated for clients to avoid getting mixed up with personal use.

isaac didn't notice her disappearance until he looked up and only saw the fireplace, no pickle spotted. he took his laptop and walked towards the stairs, the office's door was seen ajar from below, a soft triangle ight escaped from the gap.

once isaac reached the last three steps, he overheard pickle clearing her throat and tested every octave possible. a tickled smile plastered all over his face at the habit.

"…doctor, this is mr. rhoades' assista—oh, hello love."

isaac nearly tripped the carpet flooring.

the previous smile was nowhere to be seen. there was a heavy thud in his heart, it might have dropped and shattered the floor, landing on the basement.

love? love? pickle insisted on calling him, arguably the closest person she has ever been with, by name and sometimes—against his wishes, by his last name, but his barely seen client gets to be called love?

what do you mean she isn't referring to him? what else does he need to do in order to have that privilege? isn't he enough? why is his love calling someone else that nickname?

he felt his hand twitched, a subtle display of hurt before grasping at the door handle like his life depended on it. storming in with eyes shot towards the figure holding the phone, "pickle."

"—hi, vanessa. can you pass the phone to papa? i need to talk to him," pickle chuckled at the childish glee across the wire, it sounded like vanessa shouted for her dad. she saw isaac within her peripheral view but didn't bother to turn his way. "thank you, love."

the kind and honeyed voice pickle had just before that changed 180 degrees into a professional tone once the doctor picked up the phone, leaving isaac dazed.

he stood by the doorway with a pale face but flushed ears, embarrassed at his own train of thought. pickle nudged one eyebrow up while maintaining the conversation, her face saying: what's wrong?

isaac just shook his head and shamefully walked towards a plush leather chair in the corner. he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, cringing at himself.

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why are motorcycles so significant in elias' character? (and what type i think he would ride).

it's mentioned pretty early in the lore that he is generously fond of his motorcycle and having cruises around stockton. but why is it actually so important to him?

♤ usa is a country with roads catered to cars and large trucks. having a two-wheeled vehicle around is pretty odd. that's probably why riding one in america is seen as a rebellion and a form of freedom. feeling the breezy wind while you launch straight ahead to catch up speed? must feel euphoric.

♤ elias has technically been stuck with his role and upcoming responsibilities to be a successor the moment he spawned on earth. picking up a motorcycle could be a symbol of escapism. we know that he performs many methods of escapism like substances and cigarettes. becoming a biker is a more socially acceptable way of overcoming the caged feeling he experienced.

♤ what's his motorcycle then? in many people's heads when the word "motorcycle" is thrown, they would think of something modern or cyberpunk designed like kawasaki or ducattis:

but let me tell you why elias would ride cruiser motorcycles like harley davidson instead:

honestly, i think he would purchase one just for the lengths of personalization he could get into. this type of bike (let's call it bike) is a classic and is known for having crazy modifications once it gets onto the hands of bikers. and as a (cool) nerd, he might want to express his interest in astronomy and all that within the bike's exterior subtly, without losing his BAd BoY iMaGE or execs rolling their eyes 🙄

elias mentioned he uses them for exploring cities, so i assume he prioritizes comfort over speed (which is what kawasaki zx are known for, but i tried sitting on them and they are so uncomfortable).

and lastly, it really just fits his vibe with his leather jacket and biker boots. so yeah, he would ride a harley davison sporster (year 1990s-2000s).

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fanfic writers will go "anyone gonna explore the kinda fucked up or emotionally impactful implications of this minor canon detail?" and then not wait for an answer.

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what darling does out of habit, that always melt andrew. ⋆˚✿˖°

andrew marston x darling tags: headcanons, domestic fluff, heavily self-indulgent, fem listener.

when darling gives him "suprise" hugs. andrew never thought he would look forward to darling sneaking up to him as she tried to walk with the most faint footsteps. yes, he knew darling was behind him.

it seems like he has some sort of echolocation feature installed in his system. but he feigned ignorance cause there is a part of him that loves getting surprised. and he waited for the exact moment when darling jumped and wrapped her arms around him, sharing some of her warmth.

darling's morning stretches. these days, andrew forced himself to wake up earlier than usual. darling already starts her day a little later than him, but by the time she roused from her sleep, he would be in the kitchen with his latte, away from bed. andrew felt like his morning routine was incomplete if he missed this.

before darling even opened her eyes, she stretched out her limbs to get rid of any strained muscles. one of her cheek had an imprint of the pillow, evidence of her well rest. then she would slowly blink to regain her consciousness and sat up to stretch her arms even further. her shirt—well, his shirt was all crumpled as it hiked up before dropping down again as she jumped out of bed.

and throughout the whole thing, andrew was standing by the dresser to "put his socks on," drooling, when all he wanted was to witness a half-concious darling in all her glory.

the little dance she does when she tries their cooking. as busy adults, they put aside a timeblock in their schedule to cook meals together. one highlight of the moment was whenever darling does that little dance where she sway her shoulders back and forth if the food was up to standards.

andrew often feels like he doesn't need a recipe book. just spoon feed darling a little sip of the soup and decide whether he added enough seasoning or not.

her attentiveness to his coriander malice, wherever they are. despite the initial amusement coming from her side, darling is surprisingly attentive to his preference of food. i talked about food related headcanons twice now, but that's because food = love for this couple. enjoying food is an activity they strictly insist to do together, whether at home or outside.

whenever they travel to darling's home country or simply to somewhere he isn't familiar with the language, she would take the time to always make sure the food vendor leaves out the coriander. it's completely unnecessary cause andrew could pull out google translate, but darling swore the translations are inaccurate, and it would ruin his food tasting experience.

andrew's heart always felt light, floaty, and warm once it registered to him that he has someone that shared the same care he poured onto them, after a long time feeling taken advantage of—and he would gladly overflow the vessel.

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i've been so obsessed with isaac he's so SCRUMPTIOUS. which fic should i upload first? one of them was accidentally uploaded, but it wasn't even complete 💀

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*google search*

how…. to cry and embrace ….. dr. zayne li…. in real life?

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guys hear me out. HEAR ME OUT! sakuverse in SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!

HAHSBWISNKWKS where should i put luca

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pickle's vague backstory.

i can get unreasonably sentimental over fictional characters and out of all the other listeners, pickle gets most of my tears.

before pickle was on the verge of death in a random alleyway, what was their life before? did they go to school? where has their parents gone? i'm about to create the most heartwrenching story watch.

knowing it was in cali, where substance abuse is widespread. were their parents addicted to the point of child neglect? or maybe pickle's life was great before their family got financially ruined (because you know...that's what california does to you) and had to give up their dreams just to survive? even to the point of taking errands from suspicious groups.

pickle literally has no support other than isaac.

enduring the harsh streets to all of the sudden waking up on a soft cushion, after years of sleeping on antihomeless benches and getting harassed by passerbys. washing off the grime between their locks of hair or dirt under their nails and finally not feeling disgusted at themselves, like how most employers do when pickle tries to get a job? yeah. cry with me.

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MASTERLIST ✶· ─ · ·

hi, i'm a beginner writer with andrew as my all-time favorite. english isn't my native language, and i depend on thesaurus whenever i want to write flowery style sentences, so pls bear the mistakes.

fyi i have an egyptian oc named june, and that's what i prefer to be referred to as.

andrew marston

1. andrew seeing darling with children. 2. andrew's shark tale propaganda. 3. catch me outside how bout that. 4. crawling back to you. 5. nicknames: short drabble. 6. what andrew does out of habit that melts darling. 7. what darling does out of habit that melts andrew.

isaac rhoades

1. japan meiji period au: find me in-between pages. 2. pickle possible backstories. 3. isaac: a little misunderstanding.

our starboy elias

1. fast and furious au: hold on tight! 2. echoes of the past (warden) 3. elias bad ending: drown me.

check out my tags! #junesakufiction and #junesakutheory