#blastoria

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fanwork creators self rec, or your five favourite fics/art/podcast etc

thank you for the tag @letters-to-rosie 💕 your answer reminded me that The Fire Next Time has been on my tbr for too long and I need to rectify that lol. anyway here we go in chronological order

everything's better with a friend (Ekko/Jinx, E, 7/7)

my magnum opus so far! more than 85,000 words of an AU where Powder doesn't joins Silco but faces many of the struggles Jinx does. This fic just flowed right after watching Arcane, it was a joy both in creation and readers' reception. I'm particularly happy with Powder's pov and the relationship's progression. Healing isn't linear, and love alone isn't enough to heal, though it does help. That ended up being the theme, and I managed it fairly well in the story, as well as a happy, domestic timebomb ending💕

(I did hint at a sequel of sorts, and the idea still spins in my head. Maybe by the end of summer?)

With Less Inhibition (Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, E, 5/7)

This one can be read on its own despite being an AU of another fic, The Platinum Collar. Honestly I prefer it from TPC: Blaise's pov and the focus on their friendship's development made the story better. Astoria's letters were also very fun to write. With both of them minor characters in canon (and in a not respectable canon to boot), I had a lot of creative freedom in their characterisation, so this ship is very dear to me. Also this fic was written with @hypernovaesx 's love, enthusiasm and moodboards (Blastoria being our gondola💕) and I love it all the more for it. I haven't left it at a cliffhanger, rather the complete opposite. (And someday I will finish it.)

touch as a form of comfort (Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, E, oneshot)

I wrote this one after watching Cloak & Dagger Season 2, whose ending made me so happy and thus the fic is a happy memory too. It's short and sweet, going along with the finale's wholesome vibe. I hope to share longer fics for this ship too.

howling hearts (Rey/Ben Solo, T, 7/7)

I returned to my roots with this one lol. First time taking part in the RFFA Valentine's Exchange, I'm happy to have completed the fic within the deadline, and the Beauty and the Beast prompt with Rey as the Beast was really inspiring. Thus I wrote a feral, angry Beast Rey, a nerdy smuggler Ben Solo, a pack of Sith Wolves as the Knights of Ren, and had the opportunity to toy a bit with the reasoning behind the Beast's transformations. It was fun.

party girl (multiship, E, oneshot)

An exploration of Jinx that I'm proud of particularly since in all my other fics of her I either wrote her as Powder or somewhat downplayed her canon viciousness and sheer chaos. And she's a damn difficult character to pin down. Parings include: Jinx/Thieram, Caitlyn/Jinx, Ekko/Jinx.

tagging, if you'd like to play:

@hypernovaesx (if you're still on tumblr; you know I loved your stories before I started writing mine and I love you💕)

@blueinsomnia (curious about your favourite Firelight Stories)

@linearao3 (I've admired your writing from Kohelet to Child Ballad, curious about your favourites)

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a pairing and a prompt for you: Blastoria photography AU!

Thanks for the pairing/prompt!

Blaise Zabini had been the biggest thorn in Astoria’s side ever since he’d returned to Hogwarts with that blasted camera of his.

It was a stupid game he was playing, Astoria was sure. He was on a mission to take the most unflattering photos of her, most likely in a bid to embarrass her. Because why else would he snap photos of her at the most unsuspecting of moments, when she was looking her most plain, doing the most mundane of tasks? Why wouldn’t he want to take photos of her when she was made-up nicely, posing and pretty?

Most infuriating of all—was that Blaise hid the photos from her once they were developed—he wouldn’t let her see a single one. He was saving them, she thought, so that he could release them when she least suspected. Or perhaps he would one day use them as blackmail.

Astoria seethed every time she caught the flash of a camera, the cheeky grin from the boy behind it.

She was going to find those photos—whether it was the last thing she did.

Draco Malfoy owed Astoria a favour—it had not been easy for her to get them out of the marriage contract their parents had signed at her birth. But she had done it—and now, he was going to do something for her.

“Steal Zabini’s photos?” Malfoy scoffed. “I’d have an easier time breaking into Gringotts.”

When he caught sight of Astoria’s glare, his expression softened. “If you just asked him—”

She cut him off, “That’s not an option Malfoy.”

Malfoy looked oddly sad, but gave her a resigned nod before wandering off in the direction of the boys’ dorms.

And when he returned, he had an envelope in his hand.

Astoria was already tearing it open before it had even left Malfoy’s grasp.

Though her enthusiasm was soon lost when she saw the photos. They weren’t ugly, they weren’t cruel, they weren’t unflattering, or embarrassing. They were—art.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around a spoon. Her freckled nose. A lone eyelash on her cheek. Her dimpled smile. Her comb working through knotted hair. The scar above her brow.

She looked human, and she wasn’t sure she had ever looked so beautiful as she did through the lens of Blaise Zabini.

“He gave them to me willingly,” Malfoy said quietly. “And he wanted me to tell you—that if you truly want him to stop, he will.”

Astoria couldn’t tear her eyes from the photos in her hands—unable to fathom what they meant, but for the strange stirring that began low in her stomach.

“No,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away from the photos, looking up, not at Malfoy—but at the figure that stood across the common room, waiting quietly in the shadows near the entrance to the boys dorm. Blaise’s eyes were dark, but she was almost convinced she saw a spark as her gaze met his. “I don’t want him to stop.”

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Blastoria

havent had time to check out anything abt this event yet but i know in my heart that she's still chucking bombs in this outfit

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dynamic tag drop for astoria @omenbrought

🐍   ░   (  *   THEN  I  SEE  YOUR  FACE  AND  I  KNOW  IM  FINALLY  YOURS.  &  /    BLAISE  &  ASTORIA  /  OMENBROUGHT.  )

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HP Rare Pair Week

Blaise Zabini and Astoria Greengrass

It’s enviable.

The gracefulness of

The cat’s love.

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mourn.

Prompt: Blaise Zabini mourning the loss of his best friend Astoria Greengrass. Reposted from my old blog. 

If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. He had spent the night prior in the Greengrass Manor. There is no way in hell he was letting Daphne wander it alone the night after Astoria had passed. There were flowers and condolences overflowing in their lower levels. Walking by it, made his stomach drop every time he passed it. He wouldn’t be able to rest easy knowing she had to face all that alone. There was one box that was unlabeled but he knew exactly what was inside. Red rose petals. Astoria didn’t ask for much, only that she be buried in a white, satin dress and to be surrounded by red roses. It nearly broke him to read the letter but even more so to comply with her requests. It meant that she had put thought into it. She put some thought into her own passing. For someone so young to not only pass away but plan her own funeral was too much for him to handle. It made it worse when she took a part of him with her. He steadied himself with the railing on the staircase as he made his way upstairs to rest. He knew there was no rest before what was to come tomorrow but he will lie to himself for as long as he could.

Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. The Greengrass family would rather die than float their beloved down a river but they did agree to playing sweet, love songs at her funeral. They wanted to remember the sweet, young girl that brightened everyone’s mood. Everyone who wasn’t family could only watch from afar. He had the duty of a brother thus he stood by Daphne’s side as the ceremony took its place. She looked at peace but he couldn’t overlook her youth. It was too soon.

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom. Her pale skin looked translucent in the white dress that she wore. The rosy hue of the petals almost reflected off her cheeks. Daphne has picked out that dress. It broke her heart to have to oversee its creation but she knew her sister’s request had to be met. It felt wrong to not give her everything she asked of them even if it hurt them to do so.

I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.  On her finger was an emerald ring. When she was sorted into Slytherin, the youngest Greengrass wasn’t sure that she had belonged. The upperclassmen seemed too cruel for her taste. To convince her that she was a part of the house, Blaise got her a small emerald ring with thing snake as the band. He promised that in order to belong she had to look the part. He spun some tale about it being a royalty’s ring and that she was the crown princess of Slytherin of her year. Not a soul dared to challenge his claim and thus she was the princess. Whether or not she believed it was up to her. He smiled seeing the little jewel on her finger. Even in the face of death she wanted to bring some semblance of happiness to him.

There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever. Draco stood by his side. Never in his life had he seen him emotional and today was no exception. Their eyes were covered by dark sunglasses though the tear streaks were evident. They were men - Slytherin, pureblood men - so they stood tall, firm, and stoic as they watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He placed a hand on his shoulder as if to steady his friend but in reality he needed someone to support him. If they were alone, he would have collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Over the years, Blaise had come to appreciate Draco. He loved Astoria the way she deserved to be love. Draco knew of the curse but that didn’t stop him from loving her. If anything it strengthened their bond. The bond between the men were also strengthened over the years. He was Scorpius’s god father. When the curse started to show its full strength, he vowed to Astoria that nothing in the world was going to harm that boy. Blaise was willing to fight until his last breath to ensure that boy’s safety. It broke what was left of his heart to know that Scorpius would have to grow up without his mother.

Who would have thought forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed. The last thing he remembered was leaving his room and sitting beside the tombstone. He sat in the cold mist talking to it about everything he didn’t get to say to Astoria. His tears were warm against the cold air as they rolled down his cheeks. He couldn’t fully grasp the concept that she was gone. Physically she was gone but her memory remained. Blaise was terrified that one day those memories would become distant. Would he be able to live with himself if he forgets her? Would be ever be able to do that? Right now it seemed impossible but so did Voldemort’s defeat. He didn’t restrain his thoughts. He let them wander into the darkest corners of his minds about the what ifs. Tears kept falling until he couldn’t cry anymore. His body has given up and it was at that moment he felt at peace enough to close his eyes. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed.

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Halfway in s1 ep4 and yes this show was made for me specifically omg

In 2023 I will obsess over Cloack and Dagger.

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34 & 35 on the new ask game!

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Fanfiction has always been escapism for me, so I don't intend to include any of my (meager) experiences. They find their way into the stories nonetheless. Especially in Blastoria, where there's little canon material about the characters, I think some of my own traits have seeped into them. As for tropes, I guess there must be an irl reason why I gravitate towards friends to lovers with angst and lots of quiet pining 🥴

Timebomb's different though. Ekko and Powder/Jinx impressed me very much in Arcane's context, and though the way I write them is undoubtedly coloured by my perception, I don't think I've drawn from any personal experience for them, at least not deliberately.

35. What's your favorite fic you've posted?

How can you make me pick among my fictional children?😂😭

Jokes aside, I'm torn between "everything's better with a friend" and "With Less Inhibition". The first bc it felt like Ekko and Powder had jumped in my head right after I finished the show, demanding I give them another circumstance's happy ending (and bc of all the love and comments that fic received tbh). The latter bc it gave me a chance to really explore these character's growth over the years (and bc I had a wonderful supportive friend while writing. love you ❤️)

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💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

Oh I live for comments. I revel in them. They're validation, writing motivation, food for the soul. And I'd gotten spoiled in past timebomb fics where the readership was higher than anything I'd experienced before, so now returning to blastoria, my beloved niche ship, I sometimes feel the lack 😅

But yes, feedback is very appreciated, particularly positive but I would take criticism too— if it's respectful.

💖 What made you start writing?

Very interesting question, and a bit difficult to answer. Writing in general has always been a part of me. I have notebooks of short handwritten stories from elementary school and notes from the first fantasy world I'd created in a writing workshop when I was fourteen. Fanfiction came later (once I was legal for an ao3 account lol.) You could say reylo made me start writing my own—a ship rich in symbolism, a welcoming shipping community, endless creativity from other fans, everything I needed to flourish. And those things I got from reylo, I carry into the other ships that come to find a place in my heart and writing.

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