#maya writes stuff

[nyx-xp]

ok look no matter what, i think ill always be obsessed with dl-6. i know, its kinda overused at this point, but the whole thing is so amazing

like,, miles obviously didn’t know he was innocent, but gregory didnt either. when they channeled him he said it was the bailiff (forgot his name srry) even though there was no proof, because he wanted to protect his son. and the result of a child convinced he is guilty for the death of his dad, who even after death tried to find a way to reassure him he was innocent??? just- the concept of this relationship is fascinating, and honestly has so much potential.

and then you add von karma, and the fact he was not only the murderer of the father but the adopter of the son??? just makes everything gets better (worse)

dl-6 will forever live in my head and in my heart bcs the overwhelming guilt at least two of the three must have felt!! (depends on your headcannons about manfred ofc, maybe he was slightly guilty or smth) the psychological impact and the aftermath of it? amazing. maybe its not perfectly written, nothing is, but its fascinating and makes me want to dissect all three’s brains to see the effects this would have caused.

[mspoodle1]

[james-stark-the-writer]

19:45 into the absolute rom-com classic Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na bc i wanted to feel good today and revisit a little bit of nostalgia and i was in the romcom mood so. here we are. anyway, this movie is like Camp Excellence, and also astonishingly well directed, i'm glad young me had great taste, this movie is very much from the year 2008, but, along with Mamma Mia! which somehow also released in 2008, nothing else even comes close to making me love love and life as this does.

[evelinessa]

Locked Inside (The Key to Your Heart)

My fluffy getting together on Christmas fic! Originally written for Wright Stuff Holiday Exchange 2022.

Narumitsu | Fluff and angst | 8.4k | Rated T

Locked Inside (The Key to Your Heart)

Phoenix and Miles get locked inside a mall together on Christmas Eve.

Some tropes & tags:

Emotional hurt/comfort | Locked in | Getting together | Mutual pining

First kiss | Sharing a bed

[redyarns]

HELL WEEK IS OVER HOLY SHIT HAHAHAHHAHAA I LIIIIIIVE

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

WIP Ask Game!

I was tagged by @vampswritings thank you!!!!

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did

last

first

texture (chapter 2)

"Please don't hurt me."

All Grown Up

Makeup Christian

Makeup Christian (Modern AU)

t4t (Modern AU)

Lifeguard AU

Jealous!Satine

OCD Christian

thanks, I hate it

Study abroad hook-up to LDR

Firework! for maya

shower sex (laughter during sex prompt)

to cover the bruises (which ending??)

Arabia and Satine

Satine/Nini

Christian/Satine/Nini

Friends hear through hotel walls? (Arabia and Ivy)

Arabia/Ivy + Satine/Nini + La Choc x Baby Doll

Arcade trash rat

Missing Tour Hamish

Catsit Switch Up

Exes to lovers costars in a musical

Slower burn romance

gravity will hold us as we're holding on for life (and we're racing to get older)

nightmares

on a walk

safe

say please

too small to remember/too precious to forget

don't

"Come with me, to the stars!"

moments of tenderness

oral fixation

Hadestown time loop

pregnancy/kid!fic

in her sleep

non-binary Satine

Phone sex line

Coffee Shop AU

Fairy tale doesn't work

Broken mirror

Cat

Theatre AU

Elevator - piano teacher and porn star

memento mori

Lush

5 moments when it wasn't safe to be himself (and 5 when it was)

Next Time Around

trans Christian childhood

t4t

I am tagging @falsestardust @gingerpeachtea @ashleyslorens @franniebridgertons @juanabaloo @all-seeing-ifer and anyone else who wants to play!

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

We have a little while to go until we reach it but I need y’all to know I just finished the final editing on the epilogue of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and it made me cry

[oingomyboingos]

Here’s my submission for bonus round 1 of @yuriolympics

FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

SHIP: franmaya [Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey]

In response to this prompt for a star trek AU

I thought it would be so fun for Maya’s psychic powers to be flipped into Betazoid’s emotional ESP. Franziska is a Vulcan because of her somewhat rigid beliefs. I imagine she went to the Vulcan Science Academy before deciding to become an ambassador. Manfred von Karma’s pressure on her to succeed might mirror Sarek and Spock. While she hungers to succeed and puts up a logical, perfectly non-emotional front, Maya’s Betazoid powers are able to sense past that into what she’s truly feeling.

I don’t have enough time or energy to write a full fic about this, but here’s what I imagine their first interaction would look like that leads up to the scene in the drawing: Franziska boards the Federation ship Maya is serving aboard to get to some sort of diplomatic rendezvous location, and en route they encounter some sort of unknown alien threat that leaves them isolated from the rest of the crew. Perhaps Maya tries using her powers to understand the pain of some alien creature, and Franziska has to mind meld with her to relieve the mental and physical stress. They’re able to save the day and get back onboard, and Franziska is planning on ignoring the whole thing to suppress the strange feelings of connection she experienced. Maya corners her and has the conversation depicted in the drawing. They go to Ten Forward for their date and have a lovely time.

[ALT ID: the image depicts two women drawn in the art style of star trek lower decks. on the left, a caption in the star trek title font says “Betazoid Starfleet Counselor Maya Fey.” On the right, also in the star trek title font, says “Vulcan Ambassador Ziska V’Nkarm” a stylized version of Franziska von Karma’s name from Ace Attorney. Maya wears a purple body suit similar to those work by Deanna Troi in Star Trek TNG, as well as her in-game hairstyle and magatama beaded necklace. She stands with one hand on her hip and looks sassily at Ziska. Franziska wears gray trousers and a high necked blue vest with gold diamond buttons over a puffy sleeved white top. She holds a Star Trek TNG era padd in her right hand and looks at it to avoid eye contact with Maya. She blushes green because she is Vulcan. Two chibi drawings near her head show her internal emotions “she’s so frustrating! but so hot?” The dialogue between the two reads:

Ziska: Behavior that does not follow logic is…foolish.

Maya: For a logical Vulcan, you sure are emitting a lot of defensiveness.

Franziska: …

Maya: …Emotion isn’t a weakness, Ambassador V’Nkarm.

Ziska: …

Maya: And yes, I am free this Saturday <3

ID ends/]

[onceiblinked]

 Decisions, decisions…

[characteroulette]

Phoenixes don't actually catch fire, but their wings will break (PL vs PW)

Phoenix does what he does best: Run straight into fire in order to save Maya.

tossing out 11k words casually based on these doodles I did because Tega and I talk a lot hahaha

[feralxsteddie]

The plot bunny had to be put out of it's misery, Eddie working at a country club au bc why the fuck not

Eddie didn't ask for this summer job. Not once had he clasped his hands together in prayer every night praying to the good Lord to make him a fucking cabana boy or golf cart jockey or whatever he was assigned to do that day.

However he would rather burn his dnd monster manuals than tell his uncle Wayne he was ever ungrateful for anything he gave him, whether he liked it or not. Every time he felt like pulling his hair out and storming out of the place, he'd just remind himself that Wayne's work buddy 'knew a guy that could get him a pretty good summer gig, they're hiring a ton of people and could put in a good word for ya'- and he didn't want to make make a poor showing on Wayne's behalf, who had the work ethic of a damn horse.

So here he stood in the lobby of Sandalwood Ranch , or as it was known to the more nosy patrons and their friends of the country club, 'scandalwood'. Dressed in stiff khaki shorts and a white uniform polo, at least they didn't give too much of a stink about his rings, left him a little bit of personalization, it also helped that the guy Wayne knew was apparently the general manager of the staffing. 4 days out of the week he would be driving golf carts, chatting it up with patrons who saw him as a novelty while they played their course. Sometimes he'd be manning a drink cart, those were pretty good days , at least the tips were good.

On his second week there he ran into Robin Buckley from school, fellow lower class associate also working at Indiana's biggest country club. She usually was stuck cleaning locker rooms or fetching drinks for people in the lounge, they'd give each other a knowing nod in passing and on days they were put together on a shift they could find things to talk about to make the time go by. There was a certain bond between them, of which they found out was a queer one after one day catching each other eyeing a certain couple walking through the tennis courts .

Eddie was busying himself with folding towels and stocking them in the bin, while Robin was leaning over the counter of the service cart they were in charge of today, head in her hands with a dazed look in her eye. Eddie followed the eyeline and landed on no one other than Steve Harrington, which he wasn't surprised to see- and Nancy Wheeler, a little more surprised but still she fit in well enough.

The preppy couple stood there in their almost matching tennis outfits, like they were on set for an issue of Sports illustrated. Eddie, as loath he was to admit it, was one of the many poor souls in Hawkins that found Harrington attractive.

A tiny crush that started during a shared gym class years ago, dodgeball as he remembers fondly, getting beamed in the head by a textured red rubber ball lobbed by one of the burlier jocks sure did rattle his brain for a second. While he was shaking off the fuzz balls that lingered in the corners of his vision he opened his eyes to Steve standing over him ,with a hand held out, because no only was he already alarmingly handsome and charming for his age he could also show great sportsmanship in the form of pulling up a gangly limbed Munson from the floor and helping him dust of his shoulders. Even had the damn sense to tell the coach he should be excused to go to the nurses office to make sure he didn't have a concussion. After handing him an ice pack wrapped in a flimsy paper towel Harrington apologized on behalf of his apparent friend, then with a sheepish grin told him to take it easy and sauntered out of the office after doing his good deed of the day. It was infuriating, and because Eddie had many issues that he wouldn't ever address, held that flame to this day.

As if on cue a coordinated sigh punched out of both Eddie and Robin, upon hearing the other's exasperation they turned to each other with mirrored eyebrow ticks.

"You?" Robin mumbled quietly as she looked down, suddenly very on task in wiping down the countertop. Eddie dropped his towel into the bin and shouldered his way next to Robin tapping her elbow with his own.

"Steve, right? Yeah I get it, as if the girls swooning as he walks past the lockers isn't evidence enough that everyone is obsessed with him-"

Robin cut him off before he could ramble out something ridiculous. "Right, yeah Steve sure- and Nancy?" She looked at him with a sort of spark in his eye, a million unspoken questions shooting off between them like electric signals. Maybe this was their thing now, the universe put the two only gay kids in Hawkins together so they could gawk over the rich pretty kids together in some sort of poor man solidarity.

"I mean, yeah I didn't think this was her kind of scene but I guess she's here with Harrington. I thought they broke up though."

"I thought so too, I guess not even the smartest kid in Hawkins high is immune to the Harrington charm" Eddie replied, the couple in question had fully turned around now, back to the tennis courts and in the direction of the service cart. Robin checked Eddie in the shoulder and it was undeniable the intention of her next words. "Guess nerds are just Harrington's type, huh?" Eddie stared her down, and she gave him a once over , tilting her head in question. With his face scrunched up in tentative concern he nodded. She nodded, just then both of their postures relaxed by a significant amount.

Well. That was that.

After that mini revelation they turned back to watch the pair. They were still too far to tell but Wheeler had to have pointed in their direction, and told Harrington something that made him laugh. Suddenly they were walking in sync toward the cart, toward the two employees who were most certainly not doing their jobs right now.

"Hey! I thought you two looked familiar!" Steve flashed a megawatt smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Eddie suddenly felt a little like a mouse being carried toward a den of very, hungry snakes. Nancy caught up to him, her dainty hands wringing over the handle of her racket, eyes locked onto a now very pink cheeked Robin.

Eddie adjusted the visor on his head, planting his hands on the counter and leaning toward the two in front of them. "Aye, King Steve and Lady Nancy. We- " Eddie tapped his name tag and Robin's in respective order, to which the other girl swatted his hand away with a huff. "Are at your service, how may we assist you today?" He ended with a flourish of his hands, presenting the cart filled with towels and water bottles. Steve gave him a contemplating look, leaned down to whisper something to Nancy who seemed to shrug in reply, tight lipped smile unwavering.

"Well if you're offering, we were wondering if you two were up for a match. We were planning to play doubles but our friends ditched us after lunch. How about it Munson? Buckley?"

–

Thirty minutes later, Eddie was on a tennis court, holding a rental racket trying his damnedest to not stare at Steve's impressive behind as across the court Nancy was setting up a serve.

[rizzkisworld]

Quick! How does it feel to have a crush on someone? I've never had one so can someone with experience explain?

[sparklygraves]

I just watched this movie where this guy is having a conversation with his daughter who's anxious over some gay rumours she's heard about him.

He wants to tell her that yes, the rumours are true. And yes, his marriage with her mom is in trouble. But no, the gayness is not in itself bad.

Being gay or bi or whatever is just a fact of being, not a good or bad thing.

But he tells her something else instead-- that those rumour-mongerers are just jealous and to not worry about it. He's dealt with this shit all his life and it'll pass. He'll rise above it.

And she sighs with relief and thanks him.

And that's the point where he looks the most hurt. Like he just realizes then he has done both him and his daughter a terrible disservice. He's pushed her away from himself-- and potentially from herself too, if she's queer (and she's played by Maya Hawke, so there are queer vibes).

And he's just buried this very alive part of himself and marked it with his silence as a shameful thing.

And this is a proud man who shame does not come naturally to. He revels in his artistic gifts, his sexuality, his charismatic personality.

Seeing a man like that hide in that scene just really messed me up.

I paused the movie and turned to my mom and tried to share what I was feeling and she didn't understand at all. "But he didn't tell her," she said.

"But he wanted to," I said.

[ken-katayanagi]

It’s What’s Inside is a solid 4.5/5 for me because I actually didn’t play Cookie Run during it and I took out a piece of paper to write notes. - .5 for being mean to Brooke.

[gumdefense]

I’m so emo about gumshoe and edgeworth man like I probably seem extremely biased (I am) but genuinely, looking at text, their partnership and friendship is beautiful dude. It’s obvious to anyone that gumshoe adores edgeworth but I’m completely serious when I say edgeworth loves him too

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Genuine question do any other writers feel a kind of loss when they’ve finished a story/have moved on to a new project? Like I actively miss my characters and my plot line and I love my current project but I also find myself constantly thinking of the previous and how I could find ways to expand on it… I don’t know if it was because that was the first work I completed and shared so it has a particular place in my heart or if I’m going to feel this way after finishing my current works in progress as well, but I don’t really have the words to explain the way I feel without being part of that project every day even though I still spend time every day with my new ones