#i will write this but i still have my current fic to finish

[catboylikeyouu]

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[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

First off all the love to the above @witchyravenarts <3! Awesome person and awesome writer all around!!! (but also how dare you make me to pick a favorite fic of mine TT)

If I Haaaaave to pick favorites:

1. The Rat That Feeds The Rattlesnake (Hadestown x Content SMP)

Part of the larger Gut and Idyll series that Morgana mentioned above, but pretty self contained entry point to the main series; also one of the longest fics I've actually finished. I love it so so so much. Basically, Folly gets yoinked into Hadestown plot and she and Rat and Lux have to figure out if there's a way to be un-yoinked.

2. A Cultural Study of Akliss Burae and the Assumed Fears (original)

otherwise known as the fic that taught me ao3 hyperlinks lol; a mini little character-study I did on one of my OCs as part of their culture and race. Copious amounts of linguistic finnicky translation stuff for my conlang also included, but I like it a lot

3. Study Of A Body As A Haunted House (proprioception invents a mouth) (Arcane)

Part of my OC-gets-isekai'd series, and one that almost certainly won't be finished for a While, but I really like the way I go about detailing thought processes in here. Plot is- OC and Viktor share a body, have to get through the Arcane main plot in spite of this.

4. Gods With Many Faces (fractured and repaired) (original)

two gods who were broken by the universe and broke it in turn make friends and meet up in a tree. Idk man, I have my pantheon and I love them so much.

5. Why We Build The Wall (Hadestown x Three Houses [malloy] )

Currently writing this one, it's part of the prequel-era Gut n Idyll, and it has The Lesbians. It's also hopefully not gonna be seven billion k long, and doesn't need that much if any prior knowledge to hop in on. Also, it'll introduce you to some actually awesome musicals.

~

As for other people's fics? (aside from those already tagged - go read those as well, they're Fun with a capital F.)

1. Dreaming Of Sunshine (Naruto Self-insert)

Holy mother of hell, this one is long and glorious and technically still updating, and so good I read the whole thing twice despite basically never going on ff.net. Brilliant brilliant brilliant, and the recursive community on ao3 is just the funniest best people ever? Cannot recommend this enough.

2. May Death Never Stop You (JJK x MHA)

Once again an insanely long isekai but this time it's Gojo Satoru reincarnated as Todoroki Touya. I am only in one of these fandoms but goddang if it hasn't hooked me since the start. It's long and fulfilling and has the sweetest of politically-relevant romance and I love it so so damn much.

3. Safe Place (Detroit Become Human)

... or just in general anything by AsexualofSpades but this is a fav of mine. Don't be fooled by the title tho, it's prominently Hurt/Comfort. Just a sweet little tidbit on some fool androids getting traumatized by - and then untraumatized by - their dad.

4. For A Diamond Is A Marveled Thing (Steven Universe + others)

Genuinely the fic that most impacted how I write fanfiction. In that it is a Massive Sprawling Everything of a fic/series, weaving together anything and everything that can and should fit together, with some sections being small little poetic snippets of info and others being long plot-heavy things filled with triumphs and pitfalls and comedies and resolutions. It's permanently unfinished, but honestly I don't mind, the world created is cohesive enough it can stand alone.

5. A Twin Of Light (Dream SMP)

Best consumed in small bites. It's dark and awful in that cathartic way that I love so so much when I'm in the mood, and even when I'm not honestly. Basically the Streamers get yeeted into a realistic (for given measure of realistic) DSMP and have to con their way into not being killed. Follows the Fucker; but at this point I'm counting it as taking the character played in the internet-divorce to read fic of him. Anyway, there's something hypnotic about this fic. It's horrible for my mental health but I also want to curl up inside it and stay forever, exactly like the characters therein. Beautiful beautiful beautiful can't recommend enough, unless you are in any way not mentally prepared. (also it's a long mfer, but what of my favorites isn't)

Tagging:

@campfire-octopus @aoipuff @

... I genuinely don't remember which of y'all that I follow/follow me write fic, so anyone who sees this consider yourself welcome to join the bandwagon!

fic authors self rec! reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love!

thank you for tagging me @mangostarjam 🩷

is it casual now? (hinata shoyo)

notes: probably my favorite shoyo fic I've written, there's just so much of how I imagine him to be in this one and idk I just love the charming, flirty, kind, slightly possessive picture of him I painted here

surreal, but nice (miya osamu)

notes: I wrote it for bloomy's romcom collab and it was sooo much fun to put osamu in a notting hill setting! I still wanna write a part 2 really bad

like real people do (itoshi rin)

notes: I'm really happy with how the dialogue/dynamic in this one turned out, I got to balance sincere love, angst, complicated sibling relationships and hopefully gave rin a break lmao

et nunc et semper (aiku oliver)

notes: ancient rome au is so special to me! I also really love the dialogue, settings and dynamics in this one. I thought no one would be interested enough to read it but everyone has been so immensely nice

should've known better (rengoku kyojuro)

notes: hurt quite a lot of people with this one, sorry! I still adore it

rain is bad luck (shinazugawa sanemi)

notes: my first tumblr fic!!! also first fic I wrote in english :')

all eyes on you my magician (jjk various characters) (dark content)

notes: the secret history au my beloved!!! dark academia my most beloved!!!!! I love this one so much despite the heavy content, this fic probably has my favorite gojo

no pressure tags: any writer who wants to join + @strawberrystepmom, @nagumoan, @heavenlyakin, @tohruies, @lvmimis, @kweenkatsuki-fics, @gojoest, @yuujispinkhair, @ms0milk, @comatosebunny09, @chimielie

[nocturnebite]

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 {pt 6} 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙄 𝙏⠀𝘼 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙁 𝙀 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙄 𝙉 𝙏 𝙊⠀𝙋 𝙇 𝘼 𝘾 𝙀 ⟡

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙄 𝙏⠀𝘼 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙁 𝙀 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙄 𝙉 𝙏 𝙊⠀𝙋 𝙇 𝘼 𝘾 𝙀... You don’t remember everything—just flashes. Pain. Fear. Jungwon. He stayed, even when you forgot why he mattered. But now, the past is resurfacing, one broken piece at a time—and with it, the truth he tried to protect you from.

⋆˙⟡. tw: memory loss || slight trauma/PTSD || kidnapping references || medical recovery || past violence || organized crime || dissociation || ⋆˙⟡. pair: crime fighter jungwon x female! reader ⋆˙⟡. wc: 2.51K

⋆˙⟡. ash's notes: HEY! this is it! finally finished! thank you for all the notes and support on my first fic! its been so fun to write and get some feedback! i'm currently working on a few more works so stay tuned for those! in the meantime i hope you enjoy the finale of... 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

You’ve sat up again. Your hand rests gently on the top of your head—right where he touched you. He smiles softly. And leaves.

It’s been about three months since you left the hospital.

You’ve been home now—familiar walls, familiar furniture, none of it feeling quite real. Your body is healing faster than your mind. The memories come and go like shadows: some distant, some sharp enough to sting. You still don’t remember everything. And Jungwon… he hasn’t left.

He keeps his distance, but never fully disappears. A good morning text. A soft knock on your door before he drops off food. The way he lingers a second too long when you catch him outside your building. He’s always around. Always hoping.

You don’t know why, but sometimes—on the heavier days—you ask him to come with you. You never really explain why. You don’t have to. Today is one of those days.

The doctor’s office is quiet. Sterile. You sit stiffly in the chair, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve while Jungwon sits across from you, watching quietly, his leg bouncing slightly. His presence feels like gravity, like something tethering you here. Keeping you from drifting off completely.

The checkup goes well. You’re stronger. Healing. Physically, you’re okay. But then they ask you to meet with the psychiatrist again.

They begin the memory testing.

At first, it’s simple things—your name, the date, your address. You answer as best you can, but when they pull out the photos, everything shifts.

A blurry image of a dimly lit room. A bloodstain on concrete. The frayed ropes that bound your wrists.

You stiffen.

The air feels thinner. Your fingers twitch. Your head starts to pound.

You don’t know why, but your chest is tightening, your breath coming shorter. The pictures blur in front of you like you’re falling back into something you barely escaped.

Jungwon notices. He stands up.

“That’s enough,” he says sharply, stepping between you and the therapist, gently covering your eyes with his hand.

“She needs to push through this,” the therapist insists.

“She’s shaking,” he says firmly. “She’s done.”

You don’t remember much else—just his hand slipping into yours, grounding you, the way your feet carried you out of the building before you realized where you were going.

The car is silent.

You sit curled against the window, your heart still racing. Then, out of the corner of your eye—

The restaurant.

You sit upright.

“Pull over.”

Jungwon turns slightly. “What?”

“Pull over,” you say louder, breath catching. “Please.”

He swerves gently to the curb. Before the car fully stops, you’re unbuckling, flinging the door open, and running.

“Wait—!” he calls out, scrambling to park and follow you. “Wait, slow down!”

But you don’t.

You stop right in front of the glass doors, panting. Staring at the familiar lights. The way the neon flickers. The smell of fried food lingering in the air.

His footsteps slow behind you.

He reaches out, breathless. “What’s wrong? Talk to me—”

You turn to him.

And there’s a tear running down your cheek.

His whole face softens.

“What is it?” he asks, voice low.

“I remember something,” you whisper.

He goes completely still, hand hovering near your face.

“What do you remember?”

You meet his eyes. “The date. You took me on a date before. Here.”

He smiles faintly, emotion flickering behind his lashes. “Yeah… I did.”

You take a shaky breath, staring down at your shoes, trying to sort through the pieces.

But your face falls.

And his heart drops with it.

You look up again, expression trembling. “You lied to me,” you say quietly. “You were hiding something from me.”

The blow lands hard. His whole body stills.

“I—” he tries, his voice caught in his throat. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

You step back. Just a little.

“Let’s go home,” he says gently. “We’ll talk there.”

The car ride is silent.

You stare at your hands. He grips the wheel tighter than he needs to. Every red light drags.

At your apartment, he opens the door for you. You walk in first, sinking into the couch. He follows slowly, quietly.

You look at him. Cold. Distant.

“Explain,” you say. “Because right now, all I see is a liar who hurt me—and I don’t even know why I’ve let you stay close this long.”

He swallows hard. Hands shaking slightly. He steps forward, then pauses.

“I never meant to hide from you,” he starts. “I told you about the bullying. How I trained to get stronger. That was all true. But I didn’t just stop there.”

He breathes deeply, begins to unravel it all—slowly, honestly.

You don’t say anything.

Your silence is heavy, so he continues—voice low, almost trembling.

“It started with this kid… he was younger, getting picked on by some older guys. It reminded me of how things used to be for me. I stepped in. Didn’t think twice about it.”

He shifts his weight, runs a hand through his hair.

“But I didn’t know… the guys I messed with? They weren’t just random bullies. They were part of something bigger. A gang. Real organized. Money laundering, trafficking, violence. I didn’t know until it was too late.”

He looks at you, eyes searching your face for something—understanding, forgiveness, anything.

“They came for me. Not at first. At first it was just warnings. Weird phone calls, notes on my bike. Then someone showed up at my house. Told me I had a choice: work for them… or watch everything I love fall apart.”

You tense at that.

“They knew about my mom. My sister. All my friends. They even knew about you.”

His voice catches for a moment, but he pushes through.

“They said if I didn’t work for them, they’d start with my family. And if that didn’t scare me enough… they showed me a picture of you walking home one night. Alone.”

You flinch.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” he says. “To any of you. So I agreed. But on my terms.”

He begins pacing slowly, trying to control the growing storm in his chest.

“I told them I’d do what they wanted—but they couldn’t come near you again. I’d collect the money they were owed. No violence. Just in and out. And if I did that, they’d stay away from the people I cared about.”

You look at him, wide-eyed. He’s not defending himself. He’s just… explaining. As if he knows nothing will make this right.

“There were times I let people go. People who couldn’t pay. I didn’t hurt them. I couldn’t. That’s why I came home with bruises. They beat me for it. Said I was soft. Said if I messed up again, they’d ‘remind me what’s at stake.’”

He stops pacing. Swallows hard.

“But I wasn’t just doing what they said. I started working with someone. A detective. Quietly. Passing along information. I was going to bring them down from the inside. Every job I did for them was another piece of evidence I could give to the police. We were building a case.”

Your brows knit slightly. Something shifts in your chest.

He notices. He always notices.

“I was so close. The night we went out—” his voice cracks again “—that was supposed to be our last night before I handed everything over. It was supposed to be over.”

He pauses. This part hurts the most.

“But you saw my phone. The messages. You didn’t understand… how could you? You probably thought I was involved in something awful, and you left to find the truth out for yourself.”

He looks down at his hands, clenched into fists.

“Then they saw you. And before I could even stop it… they hurt you.”

You both sit in silence.

“I never wanted to lie to you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… trying to keep you safe.”

He doesn’t reach for you again. He just waits, eyes glimmering, heart in his hands.

“And they took you,” he says, voice breaking. “Because of me.”

Silence hangs heavy between you.

You don’t say anything for a while.

You just… sit there, absorbing it all.

You don’t say anything at first.

Your breath is shallow. Shoulders trembling. Your fingers press into the couch cushion beneath you like you’re bracing for impact.

Then—suddenly—flashes.

They hit you all at once.

The cold. The floor. The binds.

Your wrists ache, like they remember before you do.

The shouting. The panic. The voice.

Jungwon’s voice.

Your breath catches.

A loud bang. The glint of a blade. The smell of blood. The sting in your side. His hands. Holding you. Trembling. Tears on your face that weren’t yours.

You gasp and clutch your head.

Jungwon lurches forward. “Hey—hey! Are you okay? What is it?”

Your eyes squeeze shut. The pain blooms behind your eyes like a migraine. You shake your head, jaw clenched.

“I…” you whisper. “I remember…”

His entire body freezes. “What do you remember?”

Your chest heaves. Your voice is unsteady, cracked. “You—were there. You found me. You… you were fighting them. You—tried to save me. And… I was bleeding. You were crying.”

He nods slowly, swallowing hard.

“You kept saying it was okay,” you say, a tear slipping down your cheek. “You told me you were there. That you wouldn’t let go.”

His hand twitches in his lap, aching to hold you, but he doesn’t move.

“I remember the pain,” you whisper. “I remember being so scared. But then—then you were there. And I wasn’t scared anymore.”

You lift your eyes to meet his. They're filled with confusion and heartbreak, but also something else — belief.

“I thought I imagined it,” you whisper. “In the coma. That boy. It was you.”

Jungwon's eyes fill with tears, but he blinks them away quickly.

“It was always me,” he murmurs.

You inhale shakily. “I didn’t know. I didn’t… I didn’t want to believe I forgot something like that.”

“You were in shock,” he says softly. “You had every right to forget. I should’ve told you everything sooner. But I wanted to protect you. Even if you hated me.”

You shake your head slowly. “I don’t hate you.”

Your voice trembles, but your eyes are honest. “I’m scared. I’m hurt. And I’m confused. But I don’t hate you.”

He breathes out like it’s the first breath he’s taken in months.

“I believe you, Jungwon,” you say quietly. “It hurts… but I believe you.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just nods, holding back the sob that threatens to break free.

The silence that follows isn’t cold anymore. It’s fragile. Tender.

You look down, curling your fingers into the hem of your sleeve. “I don’t know what happens now.”

“I’ll wait,” he whispers. “However long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.”

You close your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop the new wave of tears.

“I’m tired,” you say.

He stands. “Okay. I’ll—um—I’ll give you some space.”

But before he can take a step, your hand reaches out and lightly brushes his.

You don’t grab him.

You just… hold.

It’s enough to make his knees weak.

You look up, your voice small. “Can you stay a little longer?”

His lips part like he wants to say something, but all he does is nod.

And quietly—carefully—he sits beside you again, like this time, maybe, you’ll remember what it feels like to let him in. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Time passed, but not in the way it usually does.

Not in clean lines or neat stages. Recovery came in uneven waves — flashes of memory followed by days of silence. Some days, you would look at Jungwon and swear your heart knew him before your mind did. Other days, even his name felt unfamiliar.

But he never left.

He never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. He stayed. Quiet. Constant. There — even when you didn’t know how to ask for it.

Tonight, he’s back again, sitting across from you in your living room. He looks tired, but still smiles when you glance up.

There’s something unsaid hanging between you. It’s been like that a lot lately.

You shift, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I remembered something today,” you say softly.

He straightens just a little. “Yeah?”

You nod, eyes fixed on the mug in your hands. “It was raining. And I was crying. You were... holding me. We were in your room, I think. You didn’t say anything. Just held me like it was the only thing you knew how to do.”

Jungwon’s face softens. “That was the night your dog passed. You cried for hours. I didn’t know what else to do but sit with you.”

You finally meet his gaze. “That’s what I remember. The sitting. The warmth. How safe I felt.” A pause. “Even now… when I remember you, it’s never loud. It’s always just… quiet. Safe.”

He swallows hard, like he’s trying not to fall apart at the edges.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever remember everything,” you continue. “Sometimes it feels like trying to grab water. It slips right through.”

Jungwon nods gently. “That’s okay.”

“I don’t know what we were,” you add, voice barely above a whisper, “but I think I want to find out.”

His breath stutters. For a second, he doesn’t speak — afraid if he moves too fast, this moment will vanish.

You shift slightly toward him on the couch.

“I just… I keep remembering pieces,” you whisper. “But when you’re here, they don’t feel so scary anymore.”

And before you can stop yourself, before the nerves convince you to pull away — you lean in.

Just a little. Just enough.

A featherlight kiss, barely there, pressed against the corner of his lips.

You feel him freeze under the contact — his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief. You pull back slightly, about to apologize — but then his hand rises, trembling just slightly as it touches your cheek.

He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t deepen it. Just kisses you back — just once — like a memory he’s afraid to break.

Then he pulls away gently, resting his forehead against yours. His voice is soft, rough around the edges.

“I’ve waited so long for you to come back to me,” he breathes.

You close your eyes, a weight easing from your chest. “I’m trying.”

You sit like that for a long moment — your hand on his, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. No pressure. No expectation.

Just being.

You lean back, smile faintly through a swell of emotion.

“I don’t know what we’ll be. But I want to get there… together.”

Jungwon nods, his voice quiet and full. “Me too.”

The rain begins again outside, light against the windows.

You close your eyes, breathing it in — this peace that’s starting to return. This presence. This version of yourself that still remembers how to hope.

And then, almost to yourself, almost too quiet to hear, you whisper:

“Maybe this is how we find our way back. To when we were whole.”

Jungwon hears you.

And for the first time in a long time — he doesn’t feel like he’s waiting anymore.

Just being. With you. Not perfect. Not healed.

But whole — in a new way.

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[petalkitshadow]

The end of Petalkit's Shadow

so! With the most recent chapter, we are heading into the FINAL ARC of Petalkit's Shadow! I cannot thank you all enough for reading along on this amazing journey and I appreciate every bit of support I've gotten.

There will be 53 chapters of Petalkit's Shadow. This means 17 remaining chapters, plus an epilogue (so, plus the prologue and allegiances, the ao3 will say 56 chapters)

So, currently the story is about 2/3 done. I want to finish writing it by the end of 2025!

But what comes next? What about this blog? Worry not! I will keep posting on this blog about my warriors AU! I have more fic ideas for this 'verse as well. They won't focus on Petalshade (though, since it will all take place in the same continuity/timeline, she will have occasional cameos as a grouchy RiverClan background warrior :P)

My next project will be finishing Frecklewish's Lesson, a one-shot focusing on Frecklewish that's concurrent with the first handful of chapters of PkS. (spanning from right after Maple's exile up until Freckle's death)

But my next BIG fic will be Rooktail's Home, which is pretty much a sequel to PkS! Focusing on our boi Rooktail and how he joins ThunderClan in the wake of.... well.. you'll see ;)

But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. There's still 17 PkS chapters remaining! And I look forward to writing and sharing them with all of you!!

[lesbianangeldust]

huskerdust fic where angel has a flashback/ptsd moment during sex and husk helps him manage it (I am totally not projecting nor do I want to read this for my own mental wellbeing)

[0pure-insanity0]

People have been liking this, and I have more ideas, just don't have the time to write an actual fic, lol.

Morgana is Mazikeen, she's on probation under Merlin's care to be rehabilitated and, you know, makes for fun hijinx.

Leon is immortal and typically helps Merlin look for possible Arthur's. He didn't tell Merlin about this one, and Merlin is very salty about it. It earned him the nickname "Detective Douche." Leon is kind of a mix of Dan and Amenadiel

Merlin calls Arthur a healthy mix of Detective, Prat, My Lord, etc

While I imagined this taking place mostly over Lucifer season 1, I think Gwen should be Ella

The "Wings" subplot is about Merlin missing Ygraine's sigil

I hadn't thought about a Linda substitute, but either Gaius or Kilgharrah would be the most fitting (minus Lucifer and Linda's original arrangement)

Different people who either get hurt or are suspects are various people from the show, like Delilah from the pilot could be Vivian (or someone else who fits)

Keep Chloe's backstory pretty much the same for Arthur since a famous actor would fit well instead of royalty and a detective instead of a knight

The divorce background is up in the air for me, either I'd still have it be Arthur and Gwen, even if that doesn't technically work with their Lucifer stand-ins, otherwise, I'd cut it out. I'm not sure who Trixie would be if I kept her, but either she stays herself or I age down a different character, like keeping Mordred a kid

This is all I have currently, still might write this in the future, but no current plans to do so, especially since I still have many started fics that I need to finish, lol

But, if people encourage me, I might make it work, or anyone else can pick it up, I highly encourage that too

Merlin's trending, so I'm gonna spill a bit about an au that's been bouncing around my head that idk if I'll ever write. Anyway.

Merlin Lucifer AU

Merlin has given up on finding Arthur at this point and has just decided to enjoy life for a while. He's tired of looking into a thousand "Arthur's" a day and being constantly disappointed. By this point, Merlin barely even remembers what Arthur ever looked like. Just vague impressions of golden light and blue oceans.

He owns a bar in LA that he's named Avalon and goes by Merlin Emrys because no one believes Merlin is a real person and he doesn't care anymore.

Then there's Arthur, the detective he's decided to pester. As various cases open around the town, Merlin helps as a civilian consultant and uses discrete magic to help them along. Arthur is skeptical of Merlin's entire stick which is just even more entertaining for Merlin.

Anyway, blah, blah, blah, various hijinks ensue and eventually Merlin figures out Arthur is really his king, has a crisis, and the pair bring about some peace/happily ever after

[classyruinsbarbarian]

because I can here is a teaser for What's a Birthday Without Math?

"Rex earthling name, Rexagon hexagonian name, Kid Math superhero name, Becky Botsford earthling name, Wordgirl superhero name. 

Remember the difference, remember them all."

[danzinora-switch]

Yooo, that's so neat! Brushes has also dabbled in TMNT, so we got a crew here!

What genre do you tend towards or what types of ideas/concepts do you enjoy exploring most?

I've been pretty broad in genre over the years, ranging from action/adventure to sci-fi/fantasy, and even some horror. I've also dabbled in poetry and screenwriting. Mostly whatever strikes my fancy at the time. I've tended to gravitate to concepts of coming of age and personal growth, but I also just love a good, suspenseful adventure with fun characters. I've had a super-powers idea for forever but keep changing my mind on The Plot, so it's just simmering in my brain for now.

Where do you get inspiration and drive to write from?

Other stories, movies, etc. I'll get way too hyped up in a book store or library thinking of all kinds of new ideas. The Twilight Zone also did something similar to me last time I was watching it, lol.

As far as 'drive' though, it's been something I've struggled with lately. Like you, I was also a prolific writer as a teenager, and as an adult I've been adjusting to how my energy and motivation manifest differently. It's a big part of why I submitted to this anthology: it had a deadline that could force to me to keep writing. I'm trying something similar with the two TMNT fics I'm still working on. And spending 3.5 years in a state of burnout without realizing it will also knock your writing ability flat on its back.

Do you have anything published (self and independent count) or a writers website I can check out?

Nope, I just have fanfics out in the world, currently. I'm on AO3 under the same name.

What's a writing goal you have for yourself?

To FINISH my TMNT fics! I have a hard time with sequels, and 'Things Change' is a sequel and we're slowly, slowly, SLOWLY getting through it. I'm also really bad at realizing how fast time flies. I knew it'd been a minute since I updated 'Destroying the Mothership Did Not Kill All the Aliens', but straight up thought it was only a couple of months and not (checks) over a year??? Yeesh, I apologize.

But those are both projects that I want to see through to the end before really diving in to other things, like original work.

That novel is an awesome goal you have! Writing while working full-time is not easy, I commend you. What sort of anthologies have you published in? I've gotten into reading more horror over the past two years, especially cosmic horror or horror-comedy.

Also, Greetings everyone, I am still figuring out this reblog circle lol!

Is it cool to be nosy and ask how many subs y'all got for Being Aro? Curious about how many aspiring aro writers there are out there and maybe be able to build community together :D

I'm not 100% sure on the final number, but I believe it was around 40 or 50! And I would highkey support y'all making friends with one another! I'm nowhere near done reading submissions, but I think a lot of you would get along!

[meownotgood]

chapter one word count = 34k, chapter two word count = 36k

that means finally, 70k word count in total 🫡

[luckyashes-art]

Almost done w/ all the requests (literally just have 1 more) hrggrr...

Tho if I get any more I'll still do em but probably after a small break so I can draw other stuff 🫡

Still open for any kind of questions though, I will say!! I will also maybe just talk about silly stuffs like AU things of my own volition if I can think about it 💀

[mcmactictac]

the dsmp may be dead but I am cursed to only want to write fic concepts related to it. I don’t watch anyone’s streams anymore. I didn’t even watch the finale. But anytime I want to creatively write anything sbi possesses my brain.

[mariyekos]

Last song: Under the Stars, originally from Final Fantasy Tactics, though this one's a piano cover by purpleschala on YouTube.

Last movie: Probably Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves? I don't watch many movies.

Last book: The Glutton by A. K. Blakemore. A disturbing book with fantastic prose. Taking from my Bluesky thread on it:

I came across [this book] browsing through Historical Fiction in Libby and decided to read on a whim, and it's fantastic. Definitely a lot to think about in this book, especially for execution. It's wonderfully disturbing. Just finished it and man. What an ending. A perfect amount of information presented, and the cherry on top of the thing held back. Fantastic book, would definitely recommend to anyone wanting to read some disturbing historical fiction with great description and a mess of a main character. The main character's story was definitely tragic alongside the depravity. You feel for this man- who's really just a boy for much of the story- while still seeing the horror of what he's doing & the twisted nature that drives him. Naive, pitiful, and twisted in a way of innocence that fascinated me. Skipping back a [paragraph], I can't remember the last time I got to the end of a book and specifically thought "oh I hope they don't tell us XYZ." I did with this one and I was not disappointed. Marvelous ending, 10/10.

Last TV show: X-Men 97. I watched maybe 3 episodes? I enjoyed it, but I struggle to get into TV.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury! Especially when it's something you can bite into.

Relationship status: Happily Single

Last thing I googled: "Leeroy Jenkins" because it's the 20th anniversary of that video getting posted and I wanted to confirm I had the date right!

Looking forward to: Working more on some of my fic WIPs! And hopefully improving my writing as I do it. I have all these thoughts in my head that I'd love to convey as I'm imagining them.

Current obsession: Devil May Cry, no question. I have. Over 250k words of WIPs going on right now even if they're not all posted and still more ideas bouncing around my head.

Thanks for the tag! I'll do @songbirdo, @lust-lizard, @tiri5459, no pressure to join.

Tag game!

from tumblr user rain @ceruleana

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Last song: lets see. Chemical overreaction by Will Wood and the Tapeworms. Wait.. i am listening to Epic the musical inbeetwen normal music so that too.

Last movie: god not sure?? Might actualy be The Blues Brothers i rewatched a while back with my friend. Great film if you want to see SO many cars crash oh wow.

Last book: Forth wing by Rebecca Yarros. SHITE BOOK! DONT READ! Main character talks like a marvel hero i red half of it and put it down thank you.

Last TV show: ought to be Apple cider vinegar. Uhh fucked up but really good.

Sweet/savory/spicy : savory. Had to google what that means lamo.

Relationship status: i want a girlfriend

Last thing I googled: savoury po polsku. ::/

Looking forward to: not beeing ill. Im so ill rn.

Current obsession: Mr Scar Goodtimes has me in a chokehold.

Tagging: i dont think i got 10 mutuals to tag but id like to know @m4delin and @lipiaknight a lil better ::3 AND YOU @dabididubidi (grabbing you by the neck)

[gio-cosmo]

I have an idea for a squid game fic that is soooo so so self-indulgent….taps finger to chin thoughtfully.

[h0neyfreak]

so I’ve discovered a great passion for contemporary romance. unfortunately 90% of them are either written like I’m a complete moron or were edited by someone who lacks all respect for the genre. which means I of course am now 25k words into a manuscript and I keep rereading it and then getting to the part where I have to write more and turning into surprised pikachu.

[seijorhi]

Hello,

I still can't get the Beta idea out of my head, and I was wondering who do you think, out of all the characters you write for, would be most likely to end up with a Beta ? Or who would you like to write about in such a scenario ?

first of all i can and will make any one of those characters into a beta obsessed mess so jot that down fbhjdkjhvgfjd

no but idk, the possibilities are truly endless :))

[cryolyst]

writing a fic about yachi sort of reluctantly agreeing to a date with a college classmate but running into another haikyuu girl during said date and wishing to go on a date with her instead. i cannot decide which girl out of these that she is wanting to date.