jasminerva

[jasminerva]

Heyyy, i got into sakamoto days recently and I saw you write fanfics (i read the pinned post, so i know you might not answer) but do you have anything for Apart? He has became my favorite character so far. Along with Nagumo

Thanks for reading my pinned post and for your ask, Anon~!

Good Q! 🤔 I think I have a fluffy short idea in the chambers somewhere. At least that and a title already lmao so stay tuned!

And welcome to the SakaDays fandom~!!!

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@kiurona @toyboxterror

I feel like Shin takes a liking to professor x student roleplay. Maybe it's FOMO because he never got to pursue an education, maybe it's your ass in a pencil skirt, maybe it's his desire to appeal to and satisfy a person that is superior to him in terms of authority. All he knows is that it gets him terribly hard

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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I'm curious--how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

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I mean if you really think about it being a writer isn't all that different from being an evil fantasy overlord. We both spend years scheming and plotting until at last our plans come to fruition (taking over the kingdom, publishing the novel, etc) and we laugh delightedly at the wailing throughout the lands.

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generally you shouldn't write run-on sentences because they get confusing and it doesn't give the reader a break. that doesn't apply to me though my run-on sentences are fun and understandable and they have a rhythm to it that makes you want to keep reading

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Begging writers not to delete their old work because yes I understand it feels cringy and embarrassing but I cannot tell you how good it is to reread something you wrote a long time ago, and be able to see just how much you've improved. Even if you still have a long way to go, you're always improving and nothings more motivating that having direct proof of your efforts

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Dude it is SO FUN and EXCITING to see a reoccurring reader. If you've commented a handful of times on an author's work, I guarantee that they recognize you. You can't imagine how many times I've excitedly informed my friends "the person with the funny cat image commented!" "- anon is back!!!!" and the friends've recognized who I was talking about because I talk about my commenters so often LOL. We love you all!!!

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i hate when kink blogs do this. do they think it makes it hotter. i feel like i'm playing a mystery vn with this kinda shit

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someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"

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"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

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[jasminerva]

A useful thing to know about AO3 tags is that they're wrangled by humans. A human being will read your tag, understand what it means*, and then connect that tag in the backend system to other tags that mean the same thing (if there are any)

that's why, for example, the tags

not beta read

no beta

no beta we die like men

no beta we die like mne

no beta we die like [insert character who dies in canon]

unbetad

unbeta'd

unbeta-d

un-beta'd

and a million more versions are all searchable and filterable if you just tag one of them. A Tag Wrangler (the job title of a human volunteer who manages AO3 tags) has made sure that AO3 understands that those are all synonyms, so AO3 treats them that way.

When you're tagging your fic, or searching for a fic, or filtering a tag to find or remove works from the list you do not have to use every possible version of a tag. You just need to pick one - unless using more is a stylistic choice you're making, in which case have at it.

*or research what it means - which is why wranglers really appreciate it if you put (OC) behind the name of your original characters so that they don't have to scour every source they can find to see if it's a named background character in canon.

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@herringstrait @toyboxterror time to cry with me

this is an illustration based on Jas’ upcoming rion fic *insert evil laugh

for now yall better go read recognition while waiting for the next part😈😈😈😈😈

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rec✱gnition

Akao Rion x gn!Reader (if you squint) | 2.9k words | rated: T Tags: flashbacks, canon compliant Content Warnings: smoking, bullying, slight self-destructive tendencies, canon-typical violence, slight existential crisis, internal conflict, light angst, unreliable narrator Dedicated to Lao (@herringstrait)

Summary: A cigarette, a key in the ignition, a flicker of light, a fleeting collision. She burns like a star, untouchable, wild, leaving you stranded—awed, exiled.

You tapped your foot on the ground, a restless habit you’d developed ever since you quit all those years ago.

The streets stretched out in an unnatural quiet, yet your body buzzed with unrest. One more shift at a job that paid in monotony and pennies. You trudged down the cracked sidewalk, your pace heavy with exhaustion, one hand buried deep in your pocket.

Your fingers curled around the crumpled pack nestled there, the edges soft and worn from days of indecision. It felt lighter than it should, lighter than it had the last time you’d sworn you wouldn’t reach for it. Yet, as your grip tightened, the thought lingered: maybe tonight, the craving wouldn’t win. Or maybe it already had.

It was a reckless purchase, one you’d sworn you wouldn’t touch.

You reached for the lighter that wasn’t there, cursing the empty space. Maybe it was a sign, a reminder to hold back. But the craving didn’t care about signs. It gnawed at you, heavy and unrelenting, like it always did.

A flicker of light snagged your attention—small, red, steady. It hung high against the dense ink of the sky, almost winking at you through the haze. Your steps faltered. The North Star? The thought came unbidden, an old reflex, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a thread of something—reassurance, maybe—slip through the fog in your mind.

But it soured as quickly as it surfaced, a sharp memory from survival lessons at the JCC slicing through. The North Star, they’d taught you, was nothing but a lie wrapped in folklore. Its constancy was just another trick of time, a story to soothe the desperate. It drifted, shifting like everything else in the world, leaving fools who pinned their hopes on it to flounder in the dark.

The light moved. A steady descent cut it loose from the realm of stars and myths, drawing your gaze downward until the truth sharpened into focus. Not a star—just a lit cigarette. Its ember burned faintly between the fingers of a hooded figure perched on a ledge, their silhouette etched sharp against the night.

They moved with a casual elegance that shouldn’t have belonged to gravity, stepping off the ledge and landing soundlessly on the pavement below. The cigarette flared briefly as they took a slow drag, the glow illuminating the sharp angles of their face for just a breath before it receded into shadow.

You hesitated, caught in the liminal space between memory and reality, between the false comfort of a constant star and the pull of the present. But the craving in your chest clawed harder, dragging you forward like a leash.

Before you realized it, your fingers had already fished a cigarette from the battered pack, the motion instinctive, thoughtless. The paper felt dry and familiar against your lips, a habit so deeply ingrained it had acted before you could.

“Got a light?” The words slipped out, scattering the silence around you. Your voice carried a raw edge, cracked like the pavement beneath your feet.

The hooded figure stepped closer, the shuffle of fabric barely audible in the night’s stillness. Her hand dove into a pocket, emerging empty after a brief, frustrated search.

“Shit. Used the last match,” she muttered, her voice raspier than you remembered.

Akao Rion.

( read the rest on AO3 )

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Like the complete estúpida I am, I got Lao's bday mixed up and missed it. I'm about 75% done this Akao prequel though, and am already late, so I'm here to announce that it'll be even later lmao.

My apologies~! Here's another couple teasers to help whet your appetites.

Feat. my OCs Yona and Tenju~!

Feat. Satoda-sensei~!

I'll try and get it completed by... next week? Being optirealistic here haha.

(￣^￣)ゞ Wish me luck~!

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