#vy writes!

[lynpheas]

“Um, sorry,” Stella says, eyes wide and face tinted pink. There’s a bead of sweat trickling down her temple, which Tecna unthinkingly wipes away. Stella purses her mouth. “Did I tell you?” Tecna blurts out, overheated and unfiltered. “You look really handsome today.” Stella mouths the word: ‘handsome.’ “I’ve never gotten that one before. Beautiful, yes. Handsome… that’s new.” “You’re beautiful, too,” Tecna says, matter-of-fact. This is a given. “And handsome lately. You have to know that.”

(Or: Musa gets a haircut. So does Stella. Tecna is a good friend. And, well, something else, too.)

light prisms by lynpheas

Rating: T

Status: Complete

[vyoleya]

doing this fun new thing where every time i get spoiled, i have to write a certain amount of words for my fic depending on how plot relevant the spoilers are. like, the ninjas in their new outfits? fine, whatever. doesnt really matter. 100 words. someone saying / implying something about a character, and yeah sure, i barely understood what they said and scrolled as quickly as possible, but i got the gist and ill be thinking about that for a while? 500 words. accidentally get jumpscared by a .. certain character saying/doing something that's absolutely insane and i wont be able to watch the show with a mystery involving that plot anymore? 1500 words. i wrote 3k words today.

[anticidic]

Many a moons we have spoken,

Stories told with our emotions,

Passing glances and sunshine eyes,

Tell me the thoughts you picturize?

"Every song, every sunset, it all just reminds me of you."

“You and me. Together.”

He was young and it was summer when they were down by the water, hand-in-hand. Dazai looked distant, casting his gaze out to the lonely sea with such longing that it smelled strongly of salt and felt like the seaweed slime washing ashore. Chuuya got down on one knee and cupped his hands around sand. Warm. The grains slipped from between his fingers the same way opportunities and the concept of them slipped from their future. The past. The present. And the future. Infinite possibilities condensed into a single moment beneath the sun with a flock of seagulls circling above, searching for a place to roost. The waters lapped at their feet and soaked their toes.

He held Dazai's hand a little tighter. Because if he didn't, Dazai might drift out to sea and be lost like all the other sunken ruins and forgotten treasures down, down at the bottom of the ocean. The way Dazai looked at him and the way Dazai felt—felt so right and looked positively brimming with adoration by evening but by day poisoned with envy—Chuuya ached. Envy for what he couldn't be, but it mattered not to Chuuya. He cared not for what Dazai could never be. He loved what was.

Then, he caught a whiff of cinnamon: reminding him of some bygone spring when they took a dive. Chuuya surfaced first with a gasp, sucking breath into his lungs and coughing out water. To his left, nothing. To his right, bubbles on the surface. A reflection of messy brown curls. Then a hand on his ankle.

It pulled him down under.

Chuuya fought to keep his eyes open underwater, but the salt stung. Almost too much. Dazai held a finger to his mouth. Be quiet. If he could speak. And then a playful smile with hidden intent played on his lips and Chuuya understood.

When they resurfaced, they heard the faraway calling of Chuuya's parents. The king and queen. Wanting their prince back at home. Safe and sound. Where he belonged and where Dazai did not and never would. Dazai was a worker at the end of the day, in suit and tie with tray in hand going around asking members of royal families the same, persistent question: "Refreshments?"

The sun tickled his cheeks with a pleasant warmth. This was their little secret, after all. The same secret they planted and protected from the snow and flooding rains. The secret that blossomed and became soft as rose petals and embraced them in longing. The longing smelled of apricot among the reeds. Of dozens of little fireflies half past dusk. And they were gazing up at a starless sky on a hill with the grass beneath them, bodies touching.

“Chuuya!”

This time, his father called. They always called for him, but never for Dazai.

At the end of the day, Chuuya and Dazai were one. Two entwined souls torn apart by day that always found their way back to one another after sunset.

Dazai was the world by day. Needed. With great expectations upon his shoulders that he sometimes tired of them all. But he lived for watering the garden beneath Chuuya's balcony if only to listen in on the prince humming the quietest melody whisked away on the wind.

By night, he became nothing. An exhaled afterthought once the king and queen put their heads on their pillows and the lights went out.

And by night, he became Chuuya’s everything.

“Forever?”

Home. There was a time when Chuuya wouldn't question that word. Home was here, where his mother and father were. But now? Everything was different. Draped in absence, void, memories of the past. He would never see his mother again fixing her hair at the dressing table. No one browsing old books in father's study. And in the hallways, there was only the spirit of the carefree child who now tried to find himself in a new reality.

“And ever. And ever.”

[writer-and-artist27]

Or when playing through the FGO Arcade collaboration event in NA, Lilim Harlot, the artist had thoughts when re-diving back into Madoka Magica through the Magia Exedra mobile game to escape thinking about ORT and Ordeal Call rewrites. Because not even an unintentional trigger experience the morning of posting stops writing.

Helped by @magicallygrimmwiccan and @partialdignity. Thankie, friends.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with the new songs included.

[thevikingwoman]

written for @idrellegames Wayfarer's 3rd anniversary!

Fandom: Wayfarer IF | Words: 608 | Read on Ao3

Vy Shard & Aeran Kellis | before episode 1 | gen Rating: Teen. Swearing, Vy is not having a good time, strained friendship, Rona being Rona, bronde Aeran

Rock Bottom

It’s raining. Again.

 Since they’ve arrived in Rona, Vy has counted more days of rain than without. Their hair is perpetually frizzy, its pearlescent waves impossible to tame. They prefer it short anyways, but since there’s no way they can disappear into a crowd, at least it would be nice to look good.

Rona is not a good look on anyone.

Case in point, Aeran strides through the door, water running down his face from his wet hair. It looks almost dark brown when wet, his curls pulled out except one stubbornly stuck to his forehead.

“Anything?”

Aeran grunts and doesn’t answer, shrugging off his wet coat. He hangs it on the rusty hook by the door. Then he shakes his head like a dog and runs his hands through his hair. It now sticks up in a mess.

“I ran into Oleander,” he says instead of answering Vy’s question. Typical.

“And?”

“He wanted the rent.” Aeran sits on the chair – the only piece of furniture in the room besides their mattresses and a rickety table, and pulls off his boots. “Had to pay him.”

“That was the last of our crowns, wasn’t it? A day early.”

“It was.”

“So – did you find anything.”

“The leads both vanished. Got someone else already.”

“Both of them? Fuck!”

They finally have been getting some jobs, and some good reputation, so of course two good leads evaporate. Just like theirs did.

“Mine was a dead end too. No longer a problem, apparently.”

It feels like half the time the jobs they hear about end up vanishing into thin air. Some days they wish they could too. Rona is a fucking nightmare. They should never have let Aeran convince them to come here.

They sigh, and gets up, crossing the small room to search the table. They rummage through the boxes and bags.

“There should be some bread,” Aeran says.

“It’s stale.” They purchased it cheaply as day old bread, but that was three days ago. And there’s only two slices left anyway. They toss one at Aeran. It’s hard. He doesn’t even attempt to eat it.

“A bit of sausage.” 

They find a knife and start slicing. It’s not much but it’s what they have.

“We could go to the soup kitchen,” Aeran suggests.

“No fucking way.” They hate it. The reminder of those years, before Cenric found them. Hungry, scraping by, useless and magicless, begging and stealing for scraps. They chop angrily at the remainder of the sausage. “I’m not going.“

“Well, maybe I am.”

Irritation has seeped into Aeran’s voice.

“You’re the one who spend our last crowns.”

“What did you want me to do, Vy? Tell Oleander to fuck off? The last thing we need is to be on the streets.”

“Fuck!” The knife clatters, and they instinctively stick their finger in their mouth, the sting of the cut pulsing. Sleeping on the streets of Rona – they don’t want to even think about it.

“Here.” Aeran hands them the medical kit. “It’s not going to come to that, Vy.”

They find a strip of cloth to tie around their finger. Half of the already meager pieces of sausage are covered in blood drops. Disgusted, they discard the whole thing.

“Let’s go,” they say. “Fucking soup line it is.”

“Maybe things will change soon,” Aeran says, pulling on his soggy boots again. “We’ll find a good job. Something that pays well.”

Vy snorts. “Sure. Maybe one of the Seven will hire us to guard and old lady for an astronomical sum.”

“Maybe,” Aeran grins.

Things better improve soon. It’s not like there’s any place worse to go from here.

[serve-cunt]

ZOE DID U SEE CARLOS’ IG POST

I WAS EXPECTING SINCARAZ I WAS NOT PREPARED

HELPPPPP

side note what's happening HERE huh...

[229zmi]

the cutiest cutie ever

[reference]

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 69 - The Girl With Two Captains

Ayyyyyyy nice

Here, please enjoy this late night (for me, at least. I like to do this in the mornings usually but today has been a rollercoaster and I felt like I had to do something) update of Melanie, Henry and Daniel working through the aftermath of their Surprise Naval Operation.

Again, not doing this on any kind of schedule, everything is still semi-madness over here, but... I felt proud of what I've managed to accomplish today. Wanted to share something with y'all.

Much love, take care of yourselves and each other as much as you can <3

~ Belle

[lynpheas]

i keep making myself giggle with my jokes in my wips

[sarandipitywrites]

OC in fifteen

@oh-no-another-idea tagged me for this - thank you! go meet the hilarious Sutton here. let's do this for Vy from Spark Signature because i love them :D

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“No excuses, Master Gunner—I want that cephalopod’s ego annihilated.”

“So forward. I like that.”

“I’ve been here, this whole time. I’m here now.”

“Lose my number, Julián. If you even still have it.”

“Appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t want you committing any felony-level offenses for my sake.”

“I can’t do it. I’ll just fuck it up.”

“So you’ve taken up lying and stalking? You need some better hobbies, man. Have you tried crochet?”

“You can start by dancing with me.”

”Clean it the fuck up, Julián.”

“Overcomplicated? Maladjusted? Kinda just really fucking sad?”

“You want things right with us? You want… whatever the hell this is turning into? Then you can’t hide shit from me. Not big shit, not like this. I can’t play these games.”

“Gonna go get lost.”

“Not to tell you how to do your job, but eyewitness identification is a little old-fashioned, isn’t it?”

“It doesn’t match. The DNA doesn’t match because you guys just snapped up the first daemon you saw in Georgetown and called it case closed.”

“…Well, fuck you, too.”

passing the tag on to @juliana-jones, @winterandwords, @clairelsonao3, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @the-scaredy-crow, plus an open tag

Spark Signature taglist (ask to be added or removed): @leah-yasmin-writes, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @mundanemoongirl

[4lbon]

The way I was like oh let me get this eye Dr appt out of the way then I'll go home and work on my fic (<- foolish)

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Last Line Tag!

Sort of back from the dead rn, gonna try to catch up on the ridiculous amount of tag games I've been tagged in, starting with this :) So thanks @bookish-karina for the tag!

Here's something from a rather self-indulgent piece I wrote lately:

It is two weeks before I come across the first of the enemy. The land has slowly died around me, the trees shedding their green, the air growing stale, the ground itself turned black with necrosis. My horse I abandoned long ago, in favour of riding the serpent coiled around my bones. It carries me with implacable evil, the roiling snake marching against the rotting slaughter.

Tagging @ang3lic-t3ars, @rheas-chaos-motivation, @illarian-rambling, @urnumber1star and @phoenixradiant

[writer-and-artist27]

A friendly dedication to @partialdignity, @lunarimpact, @avicebro, @hanatatami, @crescentialee, @magicallygrimmwiccan, @langwrites, @abalisk, and @windwardstar has to be said here, because after the last week since the previous fanfic update (back on 3/5/25 too, huh) on the story, been through the ringer mentally and physically. They all offered kind encouragement when I originally had none to give to myself. To be completely honest, when still stuck in a dark corner, I'm grateful.

And when struggling in real life with work enemies and my own personal demons, it felt nice to go back to a dream, even in writing.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist also here, with the two new songs included.

[luv-again]

sometimes I have to remind myself word count does not equal worth/quality

[itadorysss]

guess my age?

so i once again got curious, if my age wasn’t in my bio or my introduction, how old would yall think that I am? I’ve gotten some mixed answers to this so now i am interested to see what yall think, just based on my writing and how i act

[aelirus]

skipping a few replies ahead in my brain when responding to smth and going "alright now make him feel some shit hes never felt before"