#i took a break from my project to do this

[alesbianperson]

loser!ellie williams x loser!reader

summary: You're down bad for intelligent people (Ellie yapping about smart things)

warnings: both reader and Ellie are huge simps for each other tbh, like one swearword, my writing probs

authors note: here I am again after half a fucking year woah idk i got this idea randomly in the middle of class cause I'm such a sucker for people who say smart things also idk if the facts that are stated in this oneshot are 100% true I've done research but I have legit no clue how the universe works so heres that lmao

also here daily click for everyone

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"I hope everyone did their homework. We'll need it for the following group project."

"Shit!" You heard your best friend hiss at todays greeting of Mrs Thomson, your english teacher. She then leaned over her desk towards you. "Did you, by any chance, do the homework?"

"Yeah, I did. Just hope we get sorted into the same group." You chuckled, looking back at your teacher as she kept talking. "Everyone will find a card with a certain symbol on it on their desk," she further explained the group project. You looked at the card on the right side of your table, wondering how you didn't notice it sooner. "Everyone with the same symbol then gets together and works with the sheets I'll hand out."

Right as she finished her introduction, you took the card on your desk and turned it around. A big, self drawn, blue star was on the other side. Quickly, you turned to your left, where your best friend sat and held up your card. She suddenly smiled and proudly held up her own card, a blue star drawn on it as well, and quickly made her way over to you. "The luck is on my side!" She squealed, stretching the last i. You just laughed off her dramatic character.

A tap on your shoulder made you turn around, locking eyes with beautiful green ones. You smiled at the girl in front of you, and she returned it, which brought out her cute dimples. A few strands of her auburn hair, which she had tucked back in a lower bun, framed her face perfectly and contrasted those beautifully drawn freckles on and all around her nose.

Ellie Williams.

The girl you've shared the same class with since elementary school. A talented guitar player with straight a's in all science subjects. You never really had anything to do with her, though. Except maybe some small school projects or homework comparison. Therefore, you two also weren't friends.

She held up her arm, exposing various little doodles and drawn symbols on her hand and arm by her fallen down sleeve. From little stars and planets over to abstract patterns, everything scribbled with a black pen. Too focused on that: you didn't even wonder why she held up her arm until your best friend slid a third chair to your desk. Only then did you see the card in her hand with the same star drawn on it as on yours.

The very same moment, Mrs. Thompson came around, handing out the worksheet that was needed. You took it from her, smiling as a 'thank you' and read the first few instructions. "Why are we always doing such unnecessary tasks? We don't even have to be in groups for that." You rolled your eyes annoyed as you told your best friend, handing her the sheet. She skipped over it as well, then handed it over to Ellie. "Fuckin' stupid." She added.

"It won't take that long, though." Ellie started participating in the conversation, "if we hurry, we'll have a longer break." You both nodded, agreeing with her statement. But as you looked over the tasks again, a sigh left your lungs, and with as little motivation as possible, you pulled out your block for notes. A pen already in her hand, your friend copied your move, but making no effort to do any of it.

You just turned towards her, trying to hold the conversation unnoticed by Mrs. Thompson. "Oh my God, yesterday my dad was searching for some key he had lost, but instead found a few old photos from him and his friends when they went stargazing as teenagers!" You loved space, and the photos that were shown to you yesterday by your dad were breathtaking. The original plan was to take them to school, but you unfortunately left them at home, lying on your desk. Of course, you had to promise your friend to at least send a photo of the pictures this evening so she could see them as well.

With a new topic to talk about, the task was long forgotten. Ellie instead decided to blend out your conversation and began working on the few questions regarding the previous homework. They were easy, to say the least, probably again some excuse for Mrs Thompson to see who did something at home and who did nothing, just to grade the homework higher than she could. Ellie didn't really mind, though, because even though English has never really been her strength in school, Mrs Thompson made it really easy to get acceptable grades with just a bit of diligence.

"Ellie?" Your voice made her eyes look up from her work, looking at you expectingly. "We need a third opinion," you continued, as you gave your best friend a triumphant look. "You do know a lot about planets, right?" Ellies nod answered your question, so you went ahead. "If you could rank the planets in our solar system, which categories would you compare to decide on the coolest planet?" Ellie smiled slightly at the question you just threw in the room. With the summary of Shakespeares 'Romeo and Juliet', which they had as homework, still half in mind, she needed a few seconds before actually thinking about a possible answer she could give.

Always when admiring those planets, the first thing that came to her mind were the different characteristics that made each planet so individual. All the different sizes, colours, and features, and none of them would be able to exist without the Sun.

As you noticed, she wasn't gonna answer right away, you just began elaborating on your idea that your best friend declined to Ellie. "If I'd have to rank the coolest planets, I'd definitely rank the ones high that have cool features such as many moons or something. What should not be a main category," you jokingly glared at your best friend as you emphasised the negation,"is the colour of a planet." She just rolled her eyes at your comment.

"Actually," Ellie cut in, "I think the colours are just as interesting as the rest. It resembles the structure and material of the planet, which gives it such cool features in the first place." Her answer impressed you. How could her words make so much sense? A slight warmth in your belly caught your attention, which you just swallowed further down. "But I get your point." She added afterwards.

The confident smirk you sent towards your best friend because of Ellies approval brought up the corners of her mouth slightly.

"It still is soo much cooler to say 'did you know, jupiter was supposed to be a star' instead of, I don't know, 'neptun is blue woah'" You explained your argument again. This time, Ellies eyebrows wrinkled slightly before she voiced her objection.

"Actually, jupiter isn't a failed star. It falsely has the name because it was born from the same cloud of molecular gas that gave birth to the Sun. But without the Sun, Jupiter wouldn't even be able to exist. It was never even close to growing massive enough to become a star as well. It would need about 16 times the mass it already has to even be rightfully considered a failed star.."

As Ellie realized what she said, blush slightly reddened her cheeks. "Sorry, that was not the point you were making.." she added and then quickly looked down at her finished task and pretended to read it over again. You didn't know why, but something about her answer made your stomach flutter, so you just stared at her starstruck, not having any intention of stopping soon. If your eyes could turn into blinking hearts, they would've done so already.

You knew that girl was a nerd and knew a lot. Especially about astronomy (she may or may not have held a presentation about the milkyway, because she thought your teacher didn't do that topic enough justice) but what you didn't know is how such an answer could have such an effect on you. You looked down at your poorly written notes to distract yourself from your current thoughts.

God, you were fucked.

[sitp-recs]

2024 in review - recs & highlights

following last year’s tradition, here’s the 2024 version! I took several breaks this year and wasn’t able to do as much as I had planned, but I’m still so damn proud of these small accomplishments. also very grateful for being part of this inspiring and creative community, and for having made some amazing friends along the way. I’m tagging everyone who’d like to join me in this exercise of self-love and celebration - feel free to @ me!

this year I’ve…

✔️ wrapped up masterlist #4 and kickstarted #5 which will be the last one. I hope I can make it special!

✔️ put together a reclist to celebrate my beloved Teddy Lupin with some of my favourite rare pairs

✔️found my way back into single recs! @eleadore inspired me with her exquisite the sun between us and I wrote my first fic rec since April 2023. at first I struggled a bit to find my voice, but it was really special to pour my feelings out there again. I hope I get to write a few more in 2025!

✔️ joined @hprecfest last minute, and it’s been the highlight of a very busy December. I’m thrilled to be reccing so many works I love and excited to find new favourites thanks to everyone’s brilliant contributions! thank you both @danpuff-ao3 and @coconutice22 for running this wonderful project to celebrate fandom 💗

✔️ officially created my BL sideblog! curating old man yaoi pics for @pink-heart-jam is bringing me so much joy and comfort. I’ve already made a couple friends over there and have been reading so much more than I imagined!

things I’m looking forward to:

✍️ finish my Erised readings so I can update my fest rec list asap

✍️ post part III of my special rec series “fic as a sensory delight” which I really enjoyed doing!

✍️ getting back to the hidden gems series! got a few drafts from s2 waiting to be reviewed and posted, and am already planning a s3 👀

[shiny-jr]

Hey Shiny! You might have already talked about this in another post, but do you have any plans after Damnation? I love your work and am sorry about all the craziness that has been going on with your work.

Hello, anon. I have actually answered this! But I'm sure it's easy to miss because it's a reblog, so I don't mind answering again. The current plan after Damnation will be the genshin x twst AU I posted about a while back. Formerly called Outlander, I changed the AU name to Empyrean.

It's something I have wanted to try my hand at for a while now, and as mentioned in previous posts, this project will be a lot bigger. I mean a lot bigger. Currently I'm envisioning 100 pages per dorm, but that number will probably grow as the further the story progresses, the more characters and issues will take place. I don't know if I can actually pull it off successfully, but I do want to try. Keep in mind, changes can be made to my plan.

Also keep in mind that I started the Damnation series like December 2022, and it's almost 2025 and I'm still working on the final pages of it. We'll just round it out and say Damnation took me roughly two years to complete, and it'll probably round out about 300 pages just for this series. So you can imagine how long Empyrean make take, if I even have the motivation to complete it, but I have been coming up with ideas for it.

Personally, I think I lowkey outdid myself when first writing for it, which I linked above. I see a lot of potential on it to explore different aspects of the characters, mention important topics, and also still have a lot of creative freedom. But it's still a big project, and it's honestly sort of intimidating looking at it now and imaging what could become of it and how much time and effort I'll have to pour into it. But I still want to try.

Last night I took a brief break from writing for Damnation, and actually jotted down some lore bits I thought would be interesting for Empyrean. There's a Savanaclaw lore bit floating around my page somewhere, but here's an Ignihyde one if anyone's interested:

[bokutosbabe]

Hi, I’m here for the “more than a married couple” event. I’m choosing Barou and this combination: 🍑🍰. Also, not sure if your works are gn!reader by default, but if you’re down with it, I’d like to request that reader be FTM here. Thanks again, and have an awesome day!

I LOVE BAROU!!! tysm for giving me the opportunity to write for him!! and i just write gn! readers for asks that don't have a specific gender! so ty for giving me the chance to write this!

a barou shoei peach slice :)

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i'll be loving you for quiet some time

♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event!

♡ content — barou shoei x trans! ftm! reader, trans! reader, FTM! reader, best friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, mention of barou's sisters, soft barou at some parts, insecure reader, overthinking reader, set in a high school :)

♡ synopsis — you've always felt like you needed barou around to live happily, but what you didn't know was that barou needed you just as much

“This is going to be a disaster,” you muttered, arms crossed as you glanced around the small apartment assigned to you for the marriage simulation program.

“It’ll only be a disaster if you make it one,” Barou shot back, dropping his duffel bag onto the couch with a loud thud.

You rolled your eyes at his typical bluntness but couldn’t help smirking. Barou was as brash as ever, but you knew him well enough to recognize the faint edge of nervousness in his voice.

You’d been friends for years—ever since you’d both been paired for a group project in high school. Despite his imposing demeanor and sharp tongue, you’d always been able to see past his tough exterior. Underneath all the bravado was someone fiercely loyal, someone who’d had your back through thick and thin.

When you’d first come out as trans, Barou had been one of the few people who didn’t bat an eye. “So what?” he’d said, shrugging like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You’re still you. That’s all that matters.”

It was part of why you felt comfortable enough to ask the teachers to be paired up with him in the first place.

Still, standing here now, in the shared apartment that would be your home for the next few months, you couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, “how do we do this?”

Barou snorted. “It’s not that complicated. We act like we’re married, follow the program’s stupid rules, and get out of here with a good grade.”

He made it sound so simple.

“Right,” you said, nodding. “Totally normal. Pretend-married to my best friend. No big deal.”

Barou glanced at you, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. “If you’re gonna freak out about it, just say so.”

“I’m not freaking out!”

“Good,” he said, brushing past you to unpack his things. “Then let’s get to it.”

The first few days were… awkward, to say the least.

Barou was used to doing things his way, and his way wasn’t exactly “teamwork-friendly.” He took up most of the closet space with his perfectly folded clothes, insisted on meal preps that were more suited to a bodybuilding competition than a normal diet, and had a habit of leaving his weights scattered around the living room.

You'd known him for years, but you weren't sure if you could actually survive living with him for more than a few days.

Lord help you.

But despite his gruffness, there were moments that reminded you why you’d signed up for this with him in the first place. Like when he insisted on walking you home from the grocery store late one night, grumbling about how it wasn’t safe for a “weakling like you” to be out alone, even though you were perfectly capable of handling yourself.

Or the time he noticed you hesitating before taking off your hoodie and said, without looking directly at you, “It’s hot. Just take it off. Nobody’s judging you here.”

And especially the time he caught you staring at yourself in the mirror while your mind plagued you with the thoughts of how Barou could have met the love of his life in this project, and because you were scared (in all reality) to be without him, you took that away from him.

He didn't think that, by the way.

But the way he came up behind you and stared at you through the mirror, a silent agreement of "I'd choose you every time" in his eyes before he walked away/

It was little things like that—small, thoughtful gestures buried under layers of his usual gruffness—that made you feel seen and safe.

One evening, as you were both sitting on the couch going over your weekly tasks for the program, Barou turned to you suddenly.

“Why’d you want to do this with me?” he asked, his tone unusually serious.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

He leaned back, crossing his arms. “You could’ve done this with anyone. Someone easier to deal with. So why me?”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks warm. “Because I trust you,” you admitted. “You’ve always been there for me, Barou. And… I knew you wouldn’t make this weird. You’d treat me like me.”

Barou stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he huffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Damn right I would.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing.

As the weeks passed, the awkwardness faded, replaced by a comfortable rhythm. You and Barou fell into a routine—sharing meals, teasing each other about the program’s silly tasks, and navigating the challenges of “married” life together.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

It was in the quiet moments—the way he’d glance at you when he thought you weren’t looking, the way his voice softened when he said your name, the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he brushed past you.

You tried to push the feelings down, telling yourself it was just the simulation getting to your head. But when Barou started going out of his way to do little things for you—like leaving your favorite snacks on the counter or adjusting the thermostat before bed because he knew you got cold easily.

Maybe it was just because he was used to taking care of others, he had sisters, but you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The turning point came one night after dinner.

You were sitting on the balcony, the city lights twinkling in the distance, when Barou joined you, plates in his hands.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

You hesitated, then decided to take the plunge. “About us.”

Barou raised an eyebrow. “What about us?”

“This whole thing… it’s fake, right? But sometimes, it doesn’t feel fake.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the plate of food you'd made together in front of him.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “It doesn’t.”

You turned to look at him, your heart pounding. “So what do we do about that?”

Barou met your eyes, his expression serious but soft. “We stop pretending,” he said simply, as if it was the easiest thing ever.

And with Barou, it kind of was.

From that moment on, everything changed.

The line between friendship and something more blurred completely, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean into the feelings you’d been holding back.

Barou was still himself—blunt, stubborn, and annoyingly particular—but he was also warm, protective, and fiercely loyal in a way that made you feel like you could take on the world.

By the end of the program, when it was time to present your “marriage experience” to the instructors, Barou didn’t hesitate to take your hand, his grip firm and steady.

“I learned that sometimes, the best partnerships aren’t about being perfect,” he said, his voice steady. “They’re about being real. And this?” He glanced at you, a rare smile breaking across his face. “This was as real as it gets.”

Barou wasn't the most gentle guy...but for you, he'd happily do whatever it took to keep you safe.

Your heart swelled as you squeezed his hand, knowing that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

i tried to make the character as FTM as i could, but i didn't want it to seem like TOO much yk?

I hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[rinasdigitaljournal]

── HIDING IN THE SHADOWS

SYNOPSIS: In a world where shifters dance on the line of public acceptance and hatred, it's safe to say shifters aren’t welcomed everywhere. To the military, shifters' worth relies on brute strength, obedience, and ability to kill, something John Price was good at. Except obedience, John Price marched to the beat of his own drum and it led to the 141 Special Operations Unit tasked with one goal; take down Markov. Long after their accomplished goal, the task force was “disbanded” but a private detective agency was up and running towns over. Tasks and assignments came from all over but when Laswell phones them in for one last mission and who were they to refuse? Project Thena, the once funded government project was apprehended by an opposing force, one with an agenda to push. Wyn  Evers, the center of Project Thena and the lone survivor of the assault, is the sole person who can help them and is plagued with nightmares and fears but, most importantly, a family to protect. All it takes is one deal for her to be on board but what she didn’t consider was to fall into the secrets of the agency or the one’s who freed her.

SHIPS: poly141 x femaleblack!oc, keeganxfemale!oc x logan walkerxfemale!oc

author's warnings: mentions/ descriptions of gore, torture, blood, fighting, implications of sexual violence, fluff, angst, heartbreak, smut, and more to note.

TABLE OF CONTENT

PROLOUGE

CHAPTER ONE: When Shadows Meets Light, Where Do They Go?

OC CHARACTERS

── WYN EVERS: shadow

·★· learn more about shadow

── SOLIEL GRACE: "sunshine"

·★· learn more about sergeant sunshine

── ENORA GRACE: "doctor doom"

·★· learn more about doctor doom

author's footnotes: welcome (back) to my first poly141 fic! for those who have read some of this fic before, i originally took it down bc college was rough on my mental and i wanted to come back with a fresh start and different approach then before. with that being said, i will aim to update this work more regularly and give active updates about timing and stuff! i do ask for grace bc college is hard, life is hard, and we all need a break once in awhile.

 the original characters will be introduced throughout the story's progression but hopefully in the upcoming weeks there will be little sneak peeks into the characters under the "learn more about..."

thank you for taking the time to read my fic and i hope you enjoy the story!

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[weatherera]

End of the Hall // Generation Loss: The Social Experiments.

[jils-things]

by the lighthouse.

dividers

[lit-in-thy-heart]

been trying out a new writing technique recently and it's called chilling tf out and reminding myself that fic is written for fun.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

hey that's not supposed to be out there (uploaded wrong version at first haha whoops)

[mihai-florescu]

This necklace i've had since middle school is kinda giving Murr soul shard and i'm appreciating it in a new light because of this

[nguyenfinity]

Another project, a dozen drawings based on 3 rules you set for yourself!! mine were flower heads, shows the sky somewhere, and they're all different times of day

[eyesoftxmorrow]

sighs

[miodiodavinci]

oscillating rapidly and producing a low tone in the note of c

[keeps-ache]

ohhh i knew i shouldn't have screenshotted that thing hhhhhouuuhr

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

the seventh virtue drafting journey is soooo crazy to me bc I did the 10k day in may 2021 & then exactly a year later I was 60k into the manuscript & then from august 2022 to early march 2023 (a tiny bit over 6 months) I wrote the remaining 138 000 words LOL