#fiery and witty and loving just like anthony

[diamonddaze01]

⋆｡°✩ n o t e : thank you to everyone who tagged me in this ( @sungbeam , @petrichor-han , @haologram)! took me forever to finally get around to it, but excited to share my wrapped for this year!

⋆｡°✩ on poetry and homecomings - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first ever fic! based on a quote by the fantastic palestinian poet mahmoud darwish. something about the words, "If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones" made something in my heart twinge in the most beautiful way. a purely self indulgent fic i wrote after an exhausting work week, and suddenly, here we are, 3 months later.

⋆｡°✩ plan b-day - hong jisoo

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my last fic of 2024! a lil drabble for the loveliest boy. no real notes on this, other than i am sure that murphy's law somehow targets me 50000x more than the average human being. again, purely self-indulgent, but also a wonderful way to close out the year.

⋆｡°✩ baby, darling, light of my entire life - choi seungcheol

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : the idea for this came to me after a crazy night out. though i myself have not gotten to this level of drunk yet, i definitely would scream about how pretty choi seungcheol is any day, any time. i was actually shocked when this blew up - it wasn't my favorite piece i'd written at the time, and i woke up one morning and it had skyrocketed from maybe 100 notes to upwards of 600 in one night. weirdly, i think this was maybe the third thing i had ever posted to this blog and it made me so happy that people actually enjoyed my writing. bdlomel, ily <3

⋆｡°✩ full throttle part i | full throttle part ii - yoon jeonghan

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : oh, full throttle, what to say about you (i am combining both parts into one fic - the only reason there are two parts is bc tumblr is a bitch about formatting). there are few things that exhausted me, exhilerated me, enraged me, and made me feel as proud as i do looking at this finished fic. three weeks of non-stop writing every day after work, jotting down notes in the cleanroom and during lunch breaks, and storyboarding when i should have been sleeping culminated in most possibly the pièce de résistance of my year. i had so many people who cheered me on as i wrote this fic, battled through witty banter (that i myself could never say irl) and fiery headlines, but none cheered as loudly as @haologram and @ylangelegy. alta and kae were genuinely the wind beneath my wings as i wrote this, and reading their comments in the doc was what kept me going. in the end, i'm genuinely so happy with how full throttle turned out, and seeing the reactions i'm getting from it make me feel so fulfilled.

⋆｡°✩ the somerset affair - lee seokmin

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : my first forray into longer fic writing (and i'm still battling my way through it, but we don't talk about that). if anyone knows me, they know how much of a Bridgerton fan i am - i quote anthony's speech on the daily, and penelope/eloise are some of my fav romcom heroines ever written (until they both get married, but again, we don't talk about that). i felt like writing this fic was my way to pay homage to this fictional world i adore so much. i have a love/hate relationship with the actual tone of the series - its so hard to maintain the regency tone and also write in a way that's true to my own voice, but at the end of the day it's a challenge i relish. i'm so excited to finish this series this coming year!

⋆｡°✩ 40 fics posted - check them all out in my masterlist!

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : to be fair, a lot of these are drabbles i did for my 101 drabble prompt game, but fuck it we ball. maybe i'm just insane.

⋆｡°✩ ~133,470 words written

⋆｡°✩ n o t e s : again, i think i might be a bit insane. did a sacrifice sleep to write? yes. did i storyboard at work? also yes. but then again, it's been an interesting year to say the least, and writing was a really good way to blow off steam after a stressful day at work.

⋆｡°✩ some of my fav fics i read this year - please read the warnings on each fic and do not interact with smut if you're a minor! this is in no particular order:

⋆｡°✩ unforgiven [boo seungkwan] - @haologram ⋆｡°✩ catch you when i can [smau] [chwe hansol] - @xinganhao ⋆｡°✩ the first snow [hong jisoo] - @junkissed ⋆｡°✩ what are the vibes? [choi seungcheol] - @daechwitatamic ⋆｡°✩ red card [kim mingyu] - @highvern ⋆｡°✩ an ode to hands and voice [boo seungkwan] - @ddeonghwa-s ⋆｡°✩ take my word for it [yoon jeonghan] - @ylangelegy ⋆｡°✩ prey [choi seungcheol] - @pochaccoups ⋆｡°✩ sit down [kim mingyu] - @gyuswhore ⋆｡°✩ ave, general [lee jihoon] - @amourcheol

these are just a few of my fav fics i've read, but if you want to see all my recommendations - i suggest checking out @diamond-reads !

⋆｡°✩ goals for 2025

⋆｡°✩ on diamonddaze01: i have a lot of collabs coming up in 2025! i hope that i can meet all those deadlines and write things i'm proud of. i've also learned that writing longer fics like full throttle or somerset affair make me feel more fulfilled as a writer, so expect a lot more of them as i further explore my writing style and characterization. i also want to go back to some of my older wips that i abandoned and reopen them, see where i can go with a fresh mindset. ⋆｡°✩ personal goals: i have a lot, but to name a few: read more, laugh more, love more. i also want to focus on establishing a better work/life balance - i know already that the coming months are going to suck at work, but i no longer want to drag the weight of corporate life home with me. work is work, and that's where it will stay. i want to prioritize my mental and physical well-being over all else, and that starts with reprioritizing things like work, my social life, and writing.

⋆｡°✩ final thoughts

⋆｡°✩ i started writing on tumblr because i was stressed from work and felt like i didn't have a community, especially at a new job and a new city. what started as some stress relief turned into a community of its own. i'm eternally grateful that i was able to meet some wonderful people this year that i truly feel a sense of belonging with. to everyone in the networks i'm in, to anyone that reads my work, to all the lovely people i've met: thank you, and i love you.

⋆｡°✩ if you've made it this far, thanks for reading, and thank you for all your support. i love you all endlessly. it's time to sign off for 2024.

with love as vast as the stars themselves, tara <3

⋆｡°✩ tagging (but no pressure): @tusswrites, @chanranghaeys, @bitchlessdino, @ddeonghwa-s , @c-oupsie, @lovetaroandtaemin, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[youngandanactress]

In the “Obstacles” podcast/interview, Simone mentions that she’s 5’8. As a tall woman (I’m 5’10), I’m so fucking excited to see a tall woman (in the USA 5’7 and above usually constitute ‘tall’ for cisgender women) play the leading female role in a romance, AND not have a drastic height difference with the male romantic lead (JB’s 5’11.)

Prior to her stating her height herself, there was a rumor going around that she was 5’5. I was a oddly a little sad when I heard the rumor, because of the supposed closeness in height between she and Charithra (so the element of Kate’s physically more towering presence wouldn’t have made sense.)

So Simone being 5 inches taller than Charithra (who’s 5’3) makes that book-element seem realistic.

Oftentimes, (especially in entertainment) taller women are seen as inherently more ‘traditionally’ masculine than our shorter counterparts.

So, for the female romantic lead to actually be as tall as her character is in-book canon is really wonderful to see, because oftentimes taller female characters are made shorter in screen adaptions, so a huge height difference can exist between the actors playing the romantic leads.

As I’ve stated before, while I enjoy Polin’s height difference (because it’s book-canon), I don’t feel that a height difference between the actors playing the romantic leads is a requirement to portray beautiful, witty, steamy, powerful, and insightful heterosexual love stories.

Like just imagine???!?!! The similarity in height between Anthony and Kate is going to result in constant, passionate, fiery, and deep eye contact?

Like the inherent chemistry is going to be so palpable?!!!?! The power?!?! I can’t even deal with all of the iconicness.

[thisbitchinthecorner]

1948 Day 16- Ice Storm

Much cliche! One bed trope! Wow! This is some serious fanfic troupe for @drawlight This one is also cheating a little because it’s based off a tumblr post I made a while ago. Lol, but it’s fun and cute and has Aziraphale making a whole scene!!

1948

At a lavish party that borderlines hedonistic, Aziraphale, not entirely oblivious to what is going on in the private salon rooms, is enjoying the conversations and refreshments. A strikingly tall gentleman with a cascade of auburn hair walks through the door, and immediately the whispers begin. The host, a renowned author, fawns all over himself as he introduces his newest obsession and inspiration for all his latest work.

“Anthony, my dark crow! Oh darling!” Mr. Forster swooned. “You have the most spectacular jaw line! All the better for...” He was interrupted by a rather irritated celestial being.

“What are you doing here?” Aziraphale asked boldly.

“I was invited, Angel.” Crowley pursed his lips as he shook off the fresh layer of snow that had accumulated on his jacket. “But I think the more important question is what are you doing here?” He raised his eyebrow at his heavenly counterpart.

“I was...also invited.” Aziraphale said, trying to sound formidable and important.

“So you two know each other then?” Mr. Forster cooed. “Oh! What are the odds? Come now, my lovely, let us mingle.” He linked his arm into Crowley’s and lead him away, leaving Aziraphale standing utterly alone.

After sometime, and more than a few drinks later, he spied Crowley in the library, staring out the large window, standing by himself. Put out by the display earlier, Aziraphale stormed out of the party to confront the demon.

“The snow is really coming down, looks as if it’s beginning to ice over.” Crowley attempted to make conversation, to which Aziraphale was having none of it.

“I hope you enjoyed your fraternizing!” Aziraphale sputtered, spilling his drink in the process. “I mean, honestly!”

“Aziraphale, your drunk. Perhaps you should go home.” Crowley said with genuine concern.

“Oh, so I should go home and leave you here do...God knows what with God knows who...whom...oh whatever, it doesn’t matter! You’re making a spectacle out of yourself.”

“What are you talking about angel? You’re the one who gets drunk at a sex party. I’m here by myself, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Well you left with HIM, and...” his voice begins to trail off. “And what choice did I have but to drink too much? I mean, you just so happen to be his new muse? You don’t even like contemporary writing.”

“I like contemporary writing because you like contemporary writing, you idiot. You told me that I should get into reading more, so I thought I would tempt some writers with lust. The sexy bits are more interesting to read anyway.”

“So that’s it then? You show up and flaunt your relationship!” Aziraphale sputtered, trying not to stare at how the light illuminated the demon’s fiery mane.

“Are you jealous that I tempted your lover away from you?” Crowley fired angrily.

“I’m not jealous and he’s not my lover..” Aziraphale’s cheeks grew flush. “And I hate that you show up here and leave me by myself to go...well to go to bed with him!” Tears filled his eyes, and he tried so desperately to conceal them.

“Aziraphale, there is nothing going between me and him. I mean, he makes advances, but I have no interest or desire. I’m here because I heard you would be, that’s all.”

“So you’re not having intimate relations with him?” Aziraphale asked hopefully.

“No! Angel, I don’t have intimate relations with anyone. It’s not my scene really.” Crowley scoffed, still attempting to remain collected.

“You don’t?” The cherub asked softly. “Have you ever?”

Crowley shook his head. “No. Not once. Happy now?”

Aziraphale fell silent, the awkward pause between them shifted.

“It’s alright angel,” Crowley sighed as he ran his hands through his long hair. “You’re drunk and I’ll take you home.”

“Leaving so soon, my dark crow?” Mr. Forster slurred, as he tried to wrap his arms around Crowley’s waist.

“Yes, and we’re leaving, together.” Aziraphale reached out and took the demon’s arm, and it was gladly accepted. “Thank you for the brilliant party, but it is time to say goodnight.”

“My little dove and dark crow? Leaving so soon and together? Well, what I wouldn’t give to tag along. I promise, I will play nice.” The host licked his lips longingly.

“Sorry, I don’t share.” Aziraphale chided, as leaned into Crowley’s arm for support.

“You don’t?” Crowley smirked, the angel just shook his head.

“Oh shut it.”

“From the looks of that ice, neither of you are going anywhere tonight.” Mr. Forster purred as he looked outside, noting the heavy, slick layer of glistening ice that had frozen to every surface. “But don’t you worry, my lovelies, I can accommodate you both for the night.”

Crowley edged closer to the angel, still holding his hand tightly. “Very well, I trust we will not be disturbed.”

“Oh fine! Be no fun then!” Mr. Forster grumbled as he showed the pair to a bedchamber away from the wing of the manner where the party was still in full swing.

“Here you go, my lovelies. Have fun.” Their host said with a wink as he opened the door.

“We will.” Crowley hissed and with a snap, the door slammed behind them. They stood in silence for a moment. “You can miracle yourself home, if you’d rather not stay.”

“I’m not leaving you here alone.” The angel said meekly, slowly realizing that he was still gripping the demon’s arm. He released it and watched as Crowley slinked around the room.

The electric lights began to flicker, dimming until they went out completely. “Foolish modern decadence.” Crowley cursed under his breath, with a snap of his fingers, the room is illuminated with the soft glow of candles. “Still drunk, angel?” The demon peered over his glasses.

“I’m not drunk, I’m tip-top!” Aziraphale announced, yet he was, in fact, still very intoxicated.

“Might as well get some rest. Go on, you take the bed. I’ll take...” The demon began.

“No no! It’s alright! You’re the one who sleeps. I’m more than fine just on the chair.”

“You don’t sleep?” Crowley asked as he snapped his fingers, his clothing had changed to fine silk pajamas, black with red trim, a small golden snake embroidered just to the right of his heart.

“It’s not that I don’t, I haven’t much use for it- I use that time to read.” The angel said as he cast his eye downward.

“Big sleep fan, me.” Crowley yawned and stretched out his arms, revealing his stomach to anyone who might have been stealing a peek. “You should try it.”

“Fair enough.” Aziraphale pulled his fingers down and was standing in a long, white gown complete with stocking cap.

Crowley rolled his eyes, yet was secretly delighted. “This bed is massive and there’s no sense trying to sleep in that...” He said as he gestured to the chair.

“Very well. But no funny business.” Aziraphale bit his lip.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Crowley shuttered.

Aziraphale made his way, in a most wobbly manner, towards the opposite end of the bed and climbed in, he shuffled under the sheets and laid helps head upon the pillows, he turned his body away from the demon. “Goodnight Crowley.” He said quietly.

“Night angel.” The demon answered.

“You know I haven’t either.” Aziraphale confessed softly. “I haven’t known anyone intimately before.”

“Not even that writer pal of yours? That wild fellow?”

“No. Although, many have tried, but,” he grew quiet

“What is it, angel?”

“It’s a sin, isn’t it? I mean, Heaven says that fornicating is going against God.”

“I don’t think it’s a sin. Seems more like an act of love than an act of evil. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Crowley muttered as he lay on his back.

“So, you would, I mean, hypothetically speaking, you would be intimate.”

“I could have countless times. It’s not the act itself, but it’s finding the right partner that has been the sticking point.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale felt his heart beat quicken. “Do you think you will ever find them? The right partner I mean.”

“Who’s to say I haven’t already. Perhaps it’s just not the right time.” Crowley murmured.

“Do you think it will ever be the right time?” The angel asked, his voice nearly breaking.

“I hope so. I’d very much like for that day to come, someday that is.”

“So would I.” Aziraphale whispered to himself. “So would I.” Perhaps it was the alcohol that was causing the room to spin, or perhaps it was something else entirely.

In the morning, the angel opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the sunlight as it danced across the demon’s face. He fought to resist the urge to touch his hair, sweep the errant strand of copper that fell across his cheek.

As if sensing the angel was awake, Crowley opened his eyes and smiled. “Morning angel.” He turned and reached for his glasses. “Suppose the ice is melted enough for us to make our way home.” The demon stood up, and gave one last stretch. In an instant, he was impeccably dressed and remarkably styled. “You ready, or would you prefer to hang about?”

Not to be outdone, Aziraphale miracled his own posh outfit, complete with coiffed curls. “Ready when you are, my dear.”

Crowley held out his arm, gesturing the angel to proceed through the opened door. Before he left the room, he took a candle from the dresser and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

Their ride home was filled with witty banter and laughter as they made their way to London. The Bentley was parked out in front of the bookshop, as it had been more than a few times this century.

“Lovey evening, angel.” Crowley grinned.

“Oh! Come now.” Aziraphale said coyly, knowing that there had been a change in the space between them. He waved to the demon and slipped into his shop. He sighed as he removed his sleeping cap from inside his coat; holding it close to his chest. He smiled to himself. Someday indeed.