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[aayuuwrites]

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Hey there, fellow adventurer!

Hey there! I’m Aayu (he/him), a newbie writer who spends a little too much time lost in fantasy worlds, building new adventures & stories, trying to create poetry that doesn’t always rhyme [oops! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)]. I’m here to share my writing, learn from all of you, and maybe even get lost in a few collaborative projects along the way. I’ve got a lot of ideas buzzing around in my head, and this space is where I’ll bring them to life. 🌟

A little bit about me:

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 19

INTJ / INFJ

Aries

Craves a whole lot of coffee! (⊙ _ ⊙)

Anime nerd ⎚-⎚

A fantasy-loving, world-building enthusiast

Sometimes you may catch me daydreaming about characters from movies and anime's who don’t know how to stay out of trouble...

Open to exploring any genre (but I mostly live in fantasy, fiction, poetry, and short stories)

Obsessed with adventure, complex plots, and creating characters who feel like friends (or enemies... depending on the day) >ᴗ<

Always here for tag games, writing prompts, and collaborating with other creative souls

What you’ll find on my blog:

My WIPs: From magical realms with strange mythical beasts to strange lands with lots of mystery, I'm always working on something new (and sometimes not quite finished, lol)

Poetry and Short Stories: Because who doesn’t love a little variety, right?

Collaborations: Let’s team up! I’m always looking to write with others, so feel free to talk to me in my inbox!

World-building and Adventure: Expect a lot of random world-building lore and the occasional overly-dramatic character monologue shit!

Introducing My WIPs:

1. Sherlock of Another World Genre: Fantasy / Mystery / Reincarnation / Magic Summary: A young boy, once a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes, is reincarnated into a world resembling the late Victorian era—only this world has an undercurrent of magic. After a fateful accident, he wakes up with his memories intact, determined to carve out a place for himself as the world's greatest detective. But this world is not full of political intrigue and societal drama; it also hides arcane secrets and mysterious forces that blur the line between logic and the supernatural. With his razor-sharp mind, well-stocked with knowledge of the methods employed by Holmes, he seeks to solve crimes that no one can. From the weird magical occurrences to secret societies controlling the arcane energy of the world, he weaves through an intricate web of riddles that may be more than he had in mind for himself. Will he turn out to be the Sherlock Holmes of this new world or will the magic and danger prove too much even for his brilliant mind?

2. The Eternity Clock Genre: Short Story, Magical Realism, Fantasy, Philosophical Fiction Summary: A small village in India’s Western Ghats, blending rich culture and mystical timepieces.

PS: Still working on some ideas so this section will be updated soon!

A Few Fun Things About Me (Besides Writing):

World-building is my like my jam. If I’m not writing, I’m probably mapping out cities or figuring out a character’s backstory or finding some inspiration to write from somewhere (and yes, I get really into it).

Music and Books are constant companions. I love finding the perfect inspiration to match's the mood of my stories.

I crave movies and animes—always on the lookout for something new to watch, even if my list is getting a little out of hand. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

THANK YOU FOR YOU TIME!

Feel free to reach out if you want to scream about your WIPs, OCs, books, or any shared interests! Always up for a chat! 💬✨

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Writing Share Tag

Thanks to @gioiaalbanoart for the tag!

So this derives from a straight continuation of A Lesson In Observation, after what happened to Charimone by the end.

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Bang, bang, bang. “Hmpf.” Charimone turned under the bed sheets, head facing towards the inner wall. The door boomed again, and so she tugged the sheets closer. She closed her eyes, waiting for the banging to cease and fade away. A muffled noise accompanied each round of knocking, a consistent set of three. Her mind yearned for sleep, called out for it, drifting until the sounds breached it, falling short of the heavenly limbo between the domains of dreams and wakefulness. “Leave me alone.” She rose her head from the pillow, eyes drawn to the small slivers of light outlining part of the door. For a moment, everything ceased. The voice spoke again. “Charimone. Charimone, come out.” She froze. Only one person in this place knew of her name. If she opened the door — if she could open it, even — what waited beyond it? A wall of books split her from the outside. Sturdy in place but precarious, vulnerable to divine wrath as she was. She walked to the door, standing before it, hovering her wavering hand. Whatever would happen would happen. The voice called again. She opened it in answer. It creaked and swivelled away from her, leaving her to raise her hands at the sudden burst of light.

Charimone hesitated in the doorway, her captor’s face taking up the entire right side of her vision. “Did you enjoy the party last night?” “I don’t know…” The tone made her wish she never opened the door, the lady’s polar blue eyes and blood red hair a chilling reminder of herself. “How did you know to find me?” The lady blinked a few times, scoffing. “Your technique is good, child, but it needs work. Anyone with a good sense of magic could’ve found you.” “Are you mad at me?” She brought her hands close to her chest, nerves rising in the short silence. The lady extended a hand to her, and she took a step back from the forefinger close to her chin. “I made a promise to you that I would never tell your father you followed him here. But you need to make that promise to yourself. Otherwise you may need to be asking him that question.”

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[aayuuwrites]

An Ideal Love Life ♡

In the corridors of high school walls, A love blooms when a boy takes a stroll. He catches her eyes and in that instant, The world shifts, and he falls, Girl in secondary high, the one he couldn’t resist. A shy smile, a note slipped in class, A love letter, written in haste and hope. Every day, a stolen moment, Heartbeats quicken as they both dream of what could last. Three years pass in the blink of an eye, He’s halfway to graduation, saying goodbye. She’s still there, but they’re worlds apart, Yet in his chest, she’s never left his heart. Years later, they meet, and a spark reignites, Falling in love all over again, just like those school nights. From the halls to a forever hand to hold, A first love, now a story retold.

Note: This was requested by one of our blog followers. I hope it meets your expectations and I'm now accepting requests for poems! If you have a topic in mind or want something unique, feel free to reach out and inbox me. I'd love to create something special for you!

[aayuuwrites]

AFTER YOU LEFT...

I wake up to morning that feels like empty spaces, cold and still the miles between us stretch too far and your voice is now a distant far

I search for pieces of your touch but nothing here feels close enough I hear your voice in fading dreams but they break away like broken streams

You were my anchor in the void inside me now all I've got is a leafless tree the laughter of life we knew the silence left and the absence of you

I try to talk to the young us inside my head wishing i could have changed that day instead

~ Aayu [@aayuuwrites]