#ao3 guidelines

[deadboyween]

(now slightly just under) 3 WEEKS TO GO UNTIL DEADBOYWEEN!!

Meant to post this yesterday but there are 20 days left to get creating!! I'm so excited for this event and I can't wait to see everyone's brilliant works!!

[tunakitchen]

my beautiful to-write list. the crossed out one is not anything crazy but it is a secret for now. you guys will see it eventually

[dashiellqvverty]

many such cases

[justonemorewallflower]

WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR

* stranger things: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, ronance, max mayfield, mike wheeler, madwheeler, will byers, byler

* wednesday: wednesday addams, tyler galpin, wyler

* harry potter: hermione granger, draco malfoy, dramione, siruis black, remus lupin, wolfstar

* anne with an e: anne shirley cuthbert, gilbert blythe, shirbert

* hunger games: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, snowbaird

* marvel: miles morales, gwen stacy, gwiles (spiderverse only)

* battlestar galactica: kara "starbuck" thrace, lee "apollo" adama, starpollo, sam t. anders, anastasia "dee" dualla

* if you have any questions about any of my fandoms or ships, feel free to ask! i may be forgetting some or if you're just wanting to know about any ships or fandoms i haven't listed!

THINGS I WRITE

- fandoms: wednesday, stranger things, harry potter, anne with an e, hunger games, battlestar galactica

- fandoms i'm in but don't write a lot (or write nothing) for: star wars, marvel, maze runner, how to train your dragon, disney, she-ra, gravity falls, star versus the forces of evil, the owl house, carnival row, spiderverse, lord of the rings, the hobbit, chronicles of narnia, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, ever after high, teen wolf, merlin, and heartstopper

- ships: my main four are wyler, ronance, starpollo, and dramione. but my entire list consists of those, reylo, madwheeler, byler, wolfstar, snowbaird, starco, gwiles, and shirbert

- drabbles, blurbs, one shots, fanfics and fanfic concepts

- fluff, smut, angst, and whump

not writing but i also enjoy making moodboards/aesthetics and gifsets (though i am still learning gifs)

i also enjoy compiling/making playlists!!

THINGS I WON'T WRITE

- reader inserts, just not something i'm super comfortable with

- along with reader inserts is any ocs × canon characters. i prefer to write canon characters × canon characters as it's easier for me and just my preference

- toxic/bad ships, for example: snape and hermione. and i will absolutely not write ships for characters that are related to each other or have a major age difference!!! or any weird ones like dobby × harry.

- certain tws! anything that relates to r*pe, incest, pedophilia, eating disorders, sewerslide, etc. other tws i have written before and are okay for me to write, like self-harm, suicidal thoughts, heavy angst/whump, blood/violence, etc. if you're unsure you can always ask me, or i'll let you know if i'd prefer not to write a certain topic

- crack ships, it's just not my thing as i don't really write anything that's meant to be super/only comical

- certain characters: this goes along with the toxic ships, etc. but there are certain characters i will refuse to write. an example is billy hargrove or peter petigrew. the reasons of why i won't may vary but it shall be respected regardless

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if you have any questions about any of this feel free to comment them, pm me, or send em in asks!

[shivunin]

Lock and Key

(Arianwen Tabris/Zevran | 2,298 Words | Hurt/Comfort | CW: Blood, brief references to torture and broken bones)

The torture, Zevran thought cynically, truly left something to be desired. 

Rather, he seemed to recall—when he’d been a young Crow, there’d been racks, burning oil, things hammered between one’s toes…But this? Breaking his fingers? Slapping him around?

It lacked  forethought.

It lacked…panache.

“I do not mean to complain,” Zevran told his torturer, spitting out a mouthful of blood, “But have you done this before?”

“What?” the hooded figure snarled, only their mouth and jaw visible beyond the hood and fabric they were swathed in. 

“Mmm,” Zevran said, peering up at them through one swollen eye, “It is only that you are…how shall I say it? Trying too hard, you understand? Most torturers—they adopt a certain style, a way of getting things done, and you seem—”

The figure reared back and kicked him in the chest. His lungs struggled to inflate for a moment, and when they did Zevran coughed convulsively. 

“Like that,” he wheezed, while the torturer stomped over to a small table of metal implements, “There is no sense of precision. You might have just stopped my heart, friend, and then where would you be? Luckily for you, I am made of sterner stuff than that.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” 

The voice came not from the figure to his left, but from above. It echoed against the far ceiling and the stone walls, spreading until it was almost impossible to tell where it had come from. 

Zevran, beaten and breathless, stretched his bloodied mouth into a crooked smile. 

“Ah,” he told the hooded figure, “I am terribly sorry for what is about to happen to you.”

The torturer, alarmed, snatched a blade from the table and hurled it into the darkness above the rafters. There was no sound; not the thud of the blade in flesh or wood, nor the sound of metal clattering to the ground. Half a second later, the blade whistled back down, thudding into the flesh of the cloaked figure’s arm. 

“Your aim is lacking,” the voice from above said.

“I said precisely the same thing, mi vida,” Zevran said, at long last allowing his head to fall back against the wooden back of the chair he was tied to, “I am sorry to say it, but there is a certain lack of professionalism at play here.”

“You shut up,” she said, and Zevran smiled, “I mean it. The smile, too. Flames, I could kill you.”

“It would not take much doing at the moment,” he told her. 

As they spoke, the torturer ripped the blade from their shoulder with a grunt of pain (a bad idea, that; anyone could have told them that it was wiser to leave the thing in place until a healer could take a look at it). 

“Show yourself, coward,” the torturer snarled, taking several more blades from the table and staring up at the ceiling. They turned slowly, as if trying to spot the shape of their assailant against the darkness of the ceiling.

If he’d been in a more charitable mood, Zevran might have told them it was pointless. 

Indeed, as he thought so, a low laugh came from above, and there was a clatter in the far corner, almost directly behind the torturer. The torturer spun, already throwing a blade toward the source of the noise. As soon as they turned, a cloaked figure dropped from the rafters soundlessly, thrust a dagger into the place where the torturer’s kidney ought to be, and vaulted back up into the ceiling again. 

“You know,” she said above him, “I think it’s more cowardly to beat a bound man. But that’s just me.”

A ring of keys fell from the ceiling and into Zevran’s lap. Of course; that was why she hadn’t killed his tormentor outright. She meant for him to do it instead. Balance, retribution; in her way, his Arianwen was all about balance. If he’d had the energy, Zevran would have thanked her for the effort and explained why he wouldn’t be doing that. It was hard to turn a key, after all, when most of one’s fingers were broken. 

He didn’t hear her move; he supposed the torturer didn’t, either, because Wen swung down, kicked the large human into the table, and vanished again before the fallen figure could get their bearings again. 

Something soft touched his wrist, bound behind him, and Zevran felt a quiet, shuddering breath at his back. She was going to be very cross with him as soon as she took care of their present company; Zevran winced at the thought, then hissed between his teeth when the motion reopened the slice over his eyebrow. 

This time, when Arianwen moved away from him, Zevran could hear her; that could only be on purpose. The torturer heard it too, and turned to face her as she cast off the deep blue cloak, variegated with grey and black around the hem. Arianwen stood before him revealed at last, her long braid hanging down her back, her armor blue and silver and gleaming in the light of the brazier. Zevran smiled; it was a fool’s smile, punch-drunk and high from his own relief, but…well. It was just so good to see her. It’d been too long. Too many days without feeling her at in his arms, too many days fighting himself to keep from returning to her side. 

“I was going to let him have you,” she said, “Or, if he allowed it, I was going to take my time. Fortunately for you, you’ve made me very, very angry. This’ll be quick.”

The torturer didn’t answer; they bent their head and ran, aiming right for her. Wen didn’t move for a long time—almost too long—and stepped aside at the last moment, exerting precisely as much effort as she needed to get out of the way. It looked, Zevran thought, turning his head as best he could to watch, like she simply floated away from him, like a feather in the breeze. The torturer rammed their injured shoulder into a column and let out a strangled shout. 

“Don’t worry,” Wen said to Zevran as she passed, “The building’s empty.”

“There were at least thirty—” he began, and interrupted himself with a cough. 

“As I said,” the Warden answered, casually lifting an iron from the fire and striding past, “The building is empty. Don’t worry. I’ll be quick.”

There were sounds that followed her statement, but he could not see their source. He didn’t need to know what she was doing, and he had the sense that not every time he closed his eyes lasted as long as a blink. Likely, that was not a good sign

“Zevran. Look at me, you fool.”

His eye fluttered open—the other seemed stuck shut—and Wen bent before him, her face beatific in its joy. Blood dripped from her ears and clumped in her hair, but she’d wiped her face clean, if the smears along her jaw were any clue. Zevran tried to smile up at her and was mostly successful. 

“I knew you would come.”

“You’re an idiot. I don’t know why I put up with you. That letter was—” she wound up the sentence with a sharp click of the teeth instead of any descriptors, but after a moment the blissful look crept back into her eyes. 

“Take your health potion like a good boy, hm? And I’ll haul you back to the safe house.”

Zevran might have made a crack about her wording, but as soon as he opened his mouth she pressed the cold glass rim of a vial in between his teeth and tipped it upside-down. The liquid was bitter and cold. Though there was a faint aftertaste of elfroot it was most certainly not a health potion.

“Wen—?” he gasped, and the room faded to black. 

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Arianwen had been angry very often in her life. She enjoyed it, actually. There was a clarity of purpose to rage that most of the rest of life really seemed to lack. It was like…like crossing rooftops on a wire. Rage gave one a single clear path, and if one had the means to follow it things usually turned out alright in the end. 

But now—now her old friend turned on her, hounded her steps. 

Killing so many had been good enough in the moment, of course, but Zevran had needed to be unconscious for what came next, and she hadn’t wanted to give him the chance to talk her out of it. Now, all she could do was wait; there was nobody left to kill, and Zevran was not awake to argue with. As she paced the room, rage paced with her, shadowing her steps and clouding her concentration.

She crossed the room to open the window now, for the room was more or less empty of personality and furniture save an end table, a bed, and a chair. Zevran slept in the bed, his chest rising and falling easily. Few of his wounds would scar, not that he’d care about such things. He’d gained tattoos since she’d last seen him some…oh, had it been five months already? It felt like years. 

This waiting. 

Wen braced her hands on the windowsill, her fingers tapping out a staccato rhythm, and then she turned back to the bed. 

Maker damn him, she loved the man. She’d kill a dozen times as many for him with pleasure, but seeing him hurt like this was—it was—

“Mi vida,” he murmured to her left, and Wen spun on her heel to look at him, “And here I had thought you were some sort of dream.”

She crossed to the side of the bed, her heart in her throat. She ought to say…she ought to tell him what an idiot he was. She ought to tell him off; she’d certainly thought of doing so enough times. But words escaped her now, and when he lifted his hand from the bed it was to wipe the moisture from her cheek. 

“Ah,” he said, wincing when he lifted himself onto one elbow, “No, my Arianwen, no; do not cry for me. I cannot—”

“Why are you trying to get yourself killed?” she asked, and rage took her hand again, gave her the focus to keep talking. 

“I am not—” he began, frowning, but she interrupted him. 

“When will it be enough, Zev? Do you want to lead the Crows? Kill everyone who hurt you, who bought other kids like you? Do you want to be the King of Antiva? What? Because I can’t keep—can’t keep seeing you like this. If you need help, I will help; if you want me out of your life, then tell me to leave. But I can’t—”

She was crying again—so stupid. She hadn’t cried in years, and certainly never over him. He was staring at her with a sort of stunned horror that she might, if she’d had any sort of composure, have recognized better. It was the same face she was making, after all. 

Don’t leave me, she wanted to tell him; as she wanted to tell him every time he disappeared onto a boat. But she’d been too proud to force him into a cage when he wanted the sky, so she’d always turned away instead.

“What do you think I should do?” he asked. 

The hand wet with her tears fell away to the sheets of the bed. 

For one dizzy, breathless moment, she wished he’d stayed asleep a little longer, given her more time to find the right words. But she…she….

“I want you to marry me,” she said, and it was already too late to take back. His mouth fell open, lips moving as if to speak, but nothing came out. 

“Marry me,” she said again, grasping his hand in both of hers, “Tell me you want to live, and you want to live with me. Travel if you have to, but come home again. Live with me; be mine and let me be yours. I want a life, Zevran. I want a life for both of us.”

She searched his face, her heart racing harder than it had killing an entire house full of Crows on her way to her captured lover. Zevran stared at her, and slowly, slowly, a smile wrinkled the space on either side of his eyes. 

“Yes.”

Wen blinked and squeezed his hand. 

“Yes? You mean that? You’re not just—you aren’t going to take it back?”

“Maker’s pierced navel,” he said, struggling into a sitting position, “You do not believe me? And you were so persuasive, too.”

“No, I—” She clamped her mouth shut again and shook her head, “Yes, Zev?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes, of course, you beautiful murderess.” 

She didn’t mean to lunge for him; would’ve thought better of it if she’d had the wherewithal. But all at once she was in his arms, her own wrapped tight around his neck, and both of them rocked back with the force of it. 

“I love you,” she said into the salty skin of his neck, and kissed him there for good measure, “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you,” he murmured back, and inhaled sharply, “Ah—I should have known you would say something first.”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to force me,” she told him, but without any heat behind it. Her anger had faded away between one step and the next, gone in a breath and only a memory now. 

“If you’d died,” she told him, eyes squeezed shut, breathing him in, “I would’ve killed you.”

His laugh was uneven, a little breathless, and likely that meant she’d need to let go of him soon. But when his words came, they were certain. 

“Yes, I know,” Zevran said, “I love you for that, too.”

(For @14daysdalovers day 10: Captured)

[devotedtomarvel]

Christmas Requests!

I may have done a bit of a disappearing act, but I'm back in time for Christmas! I'm not going to be updating my other stories, mainly because I want to get back into oneshots more, so I'm doing another one of my request lists!

Here's how it all works: I've written out a list of prompts in different catagories, like places, dialogue, tropes, situations and the like. You can combine as many as you want, or if you want something really specific, you can always come up with your own! Just let me know, through comments, direct messages or reblogs, and I'll get around to writing it within a week or two! Preferably, I'd like to be writing Harry Potter fics, but if you've got another fandom request, I'll try my best to do it!

Situation Prompts:

A late night walk to see all of the Christmas lights turns into something more when the two get trapped underneath a small twig of mistletoe, and they finally have to face their feelings.

The taller one of the pair lifts the other up to put the star on the top of the Christmas tree, just like their father used to.

They bake sugar cookies together, although most of the dough manages to get all over them and the kitchen rather than on the baking tray.

One of them teaching the other how to wrap presents (the muggle way, if its Harry Potter!) and laughing sweetly when they manage to mess it up completely.

They both agreed to not get each other anything for Christmas, but they both just can't help themselves and end up getting a 'little' something anyway.

One of them is left to do the decorations while the other is away, and when they return, the house is covered from floor to roof in lights and tinsel.

After their last day of work/school, the two of them curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot chocolate and talk about their childhood Christmasses.

Places:

The Great Hall, all decorated festively

The Gryffindor Common Room, once its been decorated by the students

Grimmauld Place, which hasn't been decorated in centuries, but for the first time, a Christmas tree appears.

The Slytherin Common Room, after a cheerful Slytherin took it upon themselves to break the tradition of not decorating.

The Potions Classroom, where a small Christmas tree appeared in one of the corners, and no one quite knew who put it there (although it was a welcome addition).

Dialogue:

“Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don’t you think?”

"Its been so long since I've celebrated properly..." "Well, I think its time we changed that!"

"Are you doing anything for Christmas?" "Are you inviting me to spend Christmas with you?" "As if!"

"Wait, we were meant to buy gifts?"

"The jumper wasn't meant to be ugly..."

"You've got a bit of whipped cream right there."

(Under the mistletoe) “You slipped a tongue in there, you fucking—” “Well, you were making weird noises so clearly you enjoyed that.”

Items:

Hot chocolate

Baubles

Snowballs

Santa hat

Christmas jumper

Mittens

Mistletoe

Eggnog

Cookies

Mince pies

Reindeer

Tinsel

Fairy lights

Tropes:

Huddling for warmth

Only one bed

Snowed in

Mistletoe

Drunken confession

Nowhere to go for Christmas

Fake relationship (which becomes real)

You know what to do now! Get those requests in! We've only got a month to go before Christmas, and I'm looking to get out a New Year's requests list by around the 10th December (this one will still be open until boxing day). Deadline for requests, like I said, will be the 26th December, and deadline for me publishing requests will be New Year's Day, so make sure to get them in in time for Christmas. Requests could take up to a week for me to do, so its best to get them in early!

I look forwards to see all of your great ideas!

[koogi123]

It sucks that this also needs to be said- but if you're doing a podfic of my works on Youtube- DON'T Monetize it. If I'm not allowed to make money off of my own fanworks, YOU aren't either. I don't even aim to make money off of them in the first place, I write them for my own self indulgence and self serotonin. And it's so damn wonderful that people enjoy what I write :,) Don't put down writers who just want to express themselves like that with your own greed.

I allow podfics because I want my fics to be accessible, and because I am no way in hell reading them out loud myself LOL. But I deserve credit and I also deserve my boundaries to be respected. I'm honored that someone would want to read out my fic, or even translate it as well. My silly little fics? No way.

Again though, respect my boundaries and my guidelines for these things.

[local-rarepair-ship-bracket]

Jimmy and Joel? and maybe Scar and Peadl perhaps 👉👈

I can do Scar and Pearl! ^-^ Here you go

[image contains the bracket, which has just the list of submissions right now]

Pearl/Mumbo Pearl/Joel Joel/Gem Ren/Lizzie Gem/Mumbo Scar/Big Ron Cleo/Joel Jimmy/Martyn Cleo/Ren Scar/Pearl

[demonicintegrity]

Dont get me wrong I 110% agree and also partake in complaining about the morally questionable/straight up bad shit on ao3. But hearing people go "Ao3 doesnt deserve donation money/to stay up because of the bad stuff on it!!" is both headache-inducing and funny because

A nonzero amount of these complaints are people mad that there's sex on the sex fanfiction website, not even the bad shit.

Ao3 has extremely good filtering. As long as it's tagged, and up until recently it usually is, you can filter out anything as long as you take the two seconds to do so

You can just block authors who write that shit. I do.

Not to mention its funny when people say these complaints on Tumblr. Yknow, the website that blocks trans related tags for being too nsfw, allows nazis to repeatedly make blogs and keep coming back, buries the concept of blocking tags and content (you can do it though its in settings go do that), does nothing about the pornbots, and actively harvests and sells your data, and has shitty ads AND ALSO has pedophiles and other nasty sorts in here.

Yet you keep blogging here anyways. Hm. It's almost like you gotta curate your spaces no matter what website you're on. And it's almost like bad people exist everywhere even with policies in place.

[pitxroxas]

The castle of my heart, the places to come back. You… it’s you…

Welcome to my blog!

Hi there!!

‘m PitXRoxas, and welcome to this hell of a blog!! Make yourself at home! Or not! Idk! I don’t dictate your life choices!! Side Blog (@roxasxpit) <- kinda just exists

discord: (@pitxroxas) alt (@pittosilver)

Basic Info: -PitXRoxas, Leo, Pit, Roxas -Minor (16+) -He/They -Biromanic Aromanic Asexual -Non-binary (Questioning Gender Fluid) -Mentally ill (MDD + Anxiety) -Assigned Autistic by all my friends + my partner (personally i have 0 idea how to feel about this!!) -Undiagnosed OSDD-1b System [Icarus System] -Taken!! -Fanfic Writer -Vocalist (Soprano) [Youtaite] -Flutist -Theatre kid (kinda) -Newbie Audio Mixer

Interests + Kins + Favorites: Interests: -LU + LoZ (Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda) -Ensemble Stars -Genshin Impact -Honkai Star Rail -Monster Hunter -Project Sekai -Elsword -Alicia Online -Writing -Art -Music Kins: -Childe/Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) -Razor (Genshin Impact) -Yanfei (Genshin Impact) -Zhongli (Genshin Impact) -Venti (Genshin Impact) -Leo Tsukinaga (Ensemble Stars) -Hokuto Hidaka (Ensemble Stars) -Leonardo (RoTTMNT) -Ravio (LU) -Wild (LU) -Wind (LU) -Sky (LU) -Time (LU) -Link (LoZ:SS) Favorites: [Produced, Ensemble Stars] -Tsukasa Suou -Ibara Saegusa -Wataru Hibiki -Eden -Knights -Valkyrie [Mained, Genshin Impact] -Aether (Anemo) -Venti -Kazuha -Kaeya -Childe/Tartaglia -Diluc -Alhaitham [Mained, Elsword] -Bluhen (Ain) -Richter (Ain) -Luciel (All paths except 4th) [Shipped, Ensemble Stars] -Shukasa (Shu, Tsukasa) -Shumika (Shu, Mika) -Izuleo (Izumi, Leo) -Sorakasa (Sora, Tsukasa) -PolyEden (Nagisa, Hiyori, Jun, Ibara) -Narumika (Arashi, Mika) [Shipped, Genshin Impact] -Cheaya (Childe x Kaeya) -Childe x Zhongli [Shipped, Project Sekai] -Ruikasa (Rui, Tsukasa) -Polyshow (Rui, Nene, Tsukasa, Emu)

BYF + DNI BYF: -I swear. Alot. -I keysmash alot -Self Depreciation (not the illness just the act) is something common you'll see with me -I overshare... -i use caps -I tend to be hard on myself (this comes with self depreciation) -you WILL get loved on -'m stubborn -i tend to make weird noises in text (like uuee or uuwahh or waah!!) -if a fictional character has a pet phrase or something like that, i'll pick it up. (ex. "Umu!!" "uuchuu!") -I apologize a LOT -i tend to speak my mind alot, usually little to no filter -i get high energy sometimes and i jump from thought to thought / really disorganized -i ask questions alot im so sorry (< oops doing it again) -yeah i do (<this) -i say "kms" a lot -if i simply Do Not like you i'll create a very silent boundary on that DNI: -Zionists, Genocide deniers, If you dislike or heavily dislike any of my likes i listed above, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Any type of hate group does not get my respect nor attention— its an immediate block, thank you.

Tags: #Leo speaks (<- General me posts, this can be from SPP posts to me just talking) #Leo speaks with all his heart (<- tag only appeared once, but its when I get really emotional about stuff, only applies to my posts) #Delete soon (delete never) (<- Venting, block this tag if you legit dont wanna see me vent. These posts are NON-REBLOGGABLE for a reason.) #(Username) (<- ex. tia tag!!!, these tags are for my mutuals /friends who appear in my askbox or rbs. DM me if you simply Do Not want a nickname or a specialized tag)

[spottedenchants]

FILTERABLE TAG BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

🎉🎉🎉

[jabamimary]

❥ R U L E S

•1 - no being rude, disrespectful,racist,etc.

•2 - don't spam the same request, it'll result in me ignoring you,just send it once and I'll take it.

•3 - don't ask me to make a smut that contains pedophilia.

•4 - don't ask for r4ping smut.

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ABOUT CHANNEL:

18+/nsfw channel

i accept: smut,fluff,angst(rarely),headcanons,etc

i don't accept: pedophilia,r4pe,anything that has to do with shit/piss

fandoms I accept: kakegurui,genshin,harry potter(rarely),danganronpa(also rarely),etc

i cuss a lot,and there are many swears in my fanfictions.

MINORS DNI,READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

MY MASTERLIST:

- none yet

[kiwisandpearls]

so I had a book (?) on wattpad which was really old and that I made when I was much younger that wattpad just randomly removed about like 2-3 weeks ago without me knowing. I only found out just now because on a whim I decided to check my Wattpad account.

honestly, I’m not even that mad. It was an old book and I didn’t really care much about it anyways but like…I’m just more confused than anything. Looking through their “What We Remove” section, i don’t remember anything in the book aligning with the stuff they remove and they didn’t even give me a reason themselves as to why they took down the book.

I was already contemplating leaving wattpad for ao3 (only reason I hadn’t was just because ao3 seemed too complicated for me lol) but this is kinda pushing me even more to just leave wattpad and take my fanfics over to tumblr and ao3.

edit: ok so I’ve added myself to the…list I guess? on ao3 to make an account. It seems i won’t actually get invited for a bit so I’ll be cautiously using wattpad. But to be extra sure that if I incur that wrath of the wattpad gods again I don’t lose the actual book I care about I’m going to writing the draft of the chapters in Google docs so I don’t lose my progress if that book gets taken down lol.

[luckytidbit]

You know it’s serious when I gotta bust out the AO3 account I don’t use for a certain chapter.

[hearts4z]

intro.

hellohello! i'm zombie, and i am desperately trying to cure my writer's block so uhm!!

i am very open to writing any requests, so here are the fandoms i will write for and my rules.

fandoms:

jujutsu kaisen

the promised neverland (manga)

attack on titan

demon slayer

spiderman (itsv/atsv)

twd (show & game)

mob psycho 100

stardew valley

sk8 the infinity

rules:

i will not write anything to do with incest, non con, proships, etc!

requesting smut is fine, but only with LEGAL characters. i refuse to age up minor characters because that's so weird tbh!! any kinks are fine within reason, as well as multiple characters in one request! (this also applies to wholesome requests as well!) though i can't promise you'll be completely satisfied because my smut writing needs some polishing LMFAO but i'll do my best!

i won't really write for minor characters - like, for tpn, i aim to write mainly for yuugo and lucas because it feels weird to write about fourteen year olds at my age LMAO though characters like reki kyan i might write cute little scenarios and such for because he's very close in age to me.

ship requests are welcomed!!!! though i will be mainly writing x readers unless requested!

when requesting, i am more than happy to use preferred pronouns if specified! if not, i will be using they/them. <3

that is all for my silly little intro, so pleasepleaseplspslspsl request something because i'm dying.. i have such a desire to write but i don't know what!!! ty for reading ilysm!!

[izzy-b-hands]

Attempting to organise the our flag characters into levels for that complete cast challenge thing bc surely attempting this challenge on hard mode with a huge cast will help my writer's block/s

and checking imdb for all of it and just....there's a guy on here for a character named Dax, and it went uncredited and i'm just sat here like. Whomst in the fuck was Dax and where was he. How in the fuck am I gonna write for this guy and the huge list of other extras when I can't even place the fucking scene some of them were in. Like, some like Abshir I remember of course but others im just. fuckin' patrick looking under his rock like 'whomst the fuck are y'all????' I know I probably saw y'all but had no idea this is who you were meant to be playing and-

I make good decisions lmao