#ok I will now write 1k words of wrong reasons before I answer anything else lol

[delta-lethonomia]

For the fanfic/author ask game: 5, 10, 16, 23, 28

Thank youuuuuu! alrighty *cracks knuckles*

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

Tbh I don't do much research? I usually only look up dialogue or to confirm things from the game. I did fall down a bit of a rabbit hole researching established drugs in Faerûn at one point, and had a great time learning about all the neighborhoods and layout of Baldur's Gate. But once I learned that the sword coast is about the size of the US west coast and Baldur's Gate is analogous to San Francisco it all clicked into place for me. Whenever there's a description of weather in my fics, I'm basing it off the micro-climates and general ~vibes~ I'm familiar with in SF.

10. Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?

I am dying to get to Ascended Astarion. He's so pathetic and simultaneously scary I need to gnaw on him.

To be honest I kind of miss my take on Dalyria, I feel like I spent a lot of time trying to understand the type of person she is but had to step away or obscure a lot of her reactions because SNW was through Tav's perspective. It would be fun to do something with her. Maybe a one shot where Astarion ascends but his siblings somehow aren't sacrificed? Or A!A does lose his soul, Tav/Durge manages to retrieve it, but in the process the remaining 6 spawn siblings are also returned to life, and now get to deal with an Astarion that did condemn them to be tortured for all eternity? Hmmmm decisions decisions

Other than that, call me crazy but Gortash/Karlach. Idk. There's something there, man. I haven't the slightest idea how that would work but I want to make it happen and maybe she kills him afterwards idk it's hot

ok completely out of left field here but the part of my brain that's still obsessed with Naruto desperately wants to write an Uchiha Madara/political activist!OFC fic. It's been like 15 years, brain, stop

16. What do you struggle with most when writing?

writing short scenes 😅 my notes can be a sentence, then the scene itself ends up being like 4k. getting to the point is hard!!! I just like chewing on everyone's thoughts and motivations and writing dialogue that organically leads to the point I want to make instead of immediately jumping into it. I think I'm pretty good at character development but god it could be quicker

other than that, scene transitions.

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I've got another spin-off oneshot featuring Ascended Astarion in the works. I haven't really worked on it yet - I've got the plot and scenes written out, but no actual content - as I'm waiting to get to a certain point in Wrong Reasons due to spoilers for Tav's plot. But man, it's gonna be wild. Full body horror, very depressing. If SNW is Tav's fantasy then this one is gonna be Astarion's, taken to it's logical conclusion :) (Once again, this has no bearing regarding ascension happening or not in wrong reasons. There's a lot of ways that could go ;))

28. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Tav's whole relationship with Sylvar is pretty damn angsty, and you all don't know the half of it! If I ever wrote a fic going through all that happened and why things went the way they did, it would be pretty damn intense. Honestly I love Sylvar hahahhah he's such a piece of shit (affectionate)

Other than that, the Ascended Astarion one shot above is gonna be..... yeah. Not gonna spoil anything but it's gonna make the age of authenticity look tame <3 and not even in a torture porn type of way! V'dek was a psychopath and A!A isn't! just in a very.... wow. that's fucked. this is the worst ending isn't it. stinging nettle wine was the better path for these two huh

[sorencd]

heyy could you write some hurt/comfort for charlie dalton? maybe like making up after a fight or smth like that? thank u ily

fragile

pairing: charlie dalton x reader

summary: charlie apologises after a fight.

word count: 1k

a/n: sure i can! i'm not sure if i did this right, but here u go lovely! <3

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you were curled up in bed, under the comfort of your covers. shielding yourself from the outside world and momentarily enclosing yourself in your own little space. the sniffles that escaped your lips replacing the silence that once filled the room, before you entered in a mix of wrath and sadness with tears streaming down your cheeks, drop after drop, the disappointment and self-pity outweighing the anger you felt.

charlie, who you confronted earlier in the day because he failed to show up yet again for a date he promised he'd make up to, since he also missed the previous date you set up for the two of you, got mad as you confided in him that you feel like he's gone astray from you and you two haven't been spending much time with each other. misinterpreting what you said completely and not giving you a chance to explain before telling you to 'grow up', causing you to run away with a throb in your heart─ leading you to where you are now.

you're sure he didn't mean it, you reasoned with yourself. he's only stressed from the burdens of school, but that doesn't give him the right to scream at you. why would he put out his anger on you, a person he loved? or with the way you're feeling right now, presumably loved.

'okay, that one hurt.' you admitted and closed your eyes, maybe this awful terrible feeling you're having right now will disappear when you go to sleep, a temporary fix to your problems. you just wanted to spend quality time with him again. as you almost drifted away into the arms of serenity, you heard the phone ring. at first, you tried ignoring the annoying sound, pressing your palms on your ears to try and block out some of it. but ultimately, you got up to answer the phone.

half of you hoped it was charlie, hoped he decided to make up for what he said and say sorry. and the relief that washed over you when you heard his voice on the other end never felt as better as anything that came your way today. for the first few minutes, you kept quiet. unsure of what to say, his previous statements echoing in your mind and you feared that if you spoke again you'd say something wrong and it will end with you making him mad again.

'hello? (y/n)?'

"yes?"

'look, i'm sorry-' you heard him cut himself off with a scoff. if only you knew from the other end, charlie felt so guilty with how he's been treating you, and that quarrel was his wake up call. he's been so busy with entertaining life and everyone else, he forgot the one person he'd like to spend all of his days with and the only person he'd want to welcome death with. it took everything in himself to muster up the courage to apologise, he wanted to fix this. he wanted to have you in his arms again, something he's slowly forgetting the feeling of since he can't recall the last time he's had a proper time with you.

'i screwed up, (y/n). can i- is it alright if i drop by your place? i want to apologise to you in person. i made a mistake. your parents wouldn't mind right?' he said in one breath, nervousness evident in his voice as you heard his tone ever so slightly waver. charlie was worried that you'd never forgive him and end things right then and there. he doesn't want to lose you.

"ok-"

charlie cut you off this time. 'alright, i'll be there in a sec.'

just like your previous dates, you expected him to leave you high and dry for another time. but there he was, at the other side of your door on record time. holding a box of cookies that you two would buy on a daily basis, and a bouquet of flowers that you can still recall were the ones he bought when he first asked you out. you opened the door to come face to face with him.

there standing before you, was the boy you've loved with your whole heart. his posture tense as he held the flowers and chocolates in his arms with an anxious and skittish appearance to him. he tried smiling but because of his nerves, it came out as an awkward sneer. you had to mentally slap yourself to maintain your serious stance.

"i'm sorry." he blurted out after a whole minute of just staring at each other, his hands were clearly jittery and sweating like crazy. he tried his best to keep it from you. "i wasn't thinking right, when i said that. i was just… tired from everything's that's happening and my parents are just so- they won't let me have some time for myself. i shouldn't have said all that. i promise, i'll really make it up to you this time. we could go on a date, tomorrow, today, yesterday, anywhere you want!" he raised the gifts he bought for you, gesturing for you to take them. "forgive me?"

instead of accepting it though, you ran into his arms and gave him the tightest hug ever, having him in almost iron grip, and buried your face in his chest. "it's okay, you big dork." you replied maybe you were too forgiving, maybe you gave into him too easily. but you didn't care, he's back.

he returned your embrace and pressed a kiss onto the top of your head with a sigh of ease. he couldn't be anymore happy than he is right now, he's got you back in his hold again. and he decided he's never letting go ever again.

"do you want these cookies i bought? cause if you don't, i'm eating all of this. you still got milk right?"

you laughed and let him inside, since you both were still standing in the doorway. "i'll just eat a piece or two. i will gladly accept going on a date with you though." you said as you closed the door behind him, the familiar feeling of giddiness taking over, making it's way to your face.

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[our-final-journey-to-the-ground]

Happy Memori Week!!!

Without further ado please enjoy my first (unedited and mostly incomplete) fanfic! 1k+

Memori Week day 1: Post season 4-The Ark

Emori had pretty much no idea what to expect from living in space, but this wasn't it.

Their lives still hadn't fully set in to the Ark yet. They were all still anxiously waiting for the first crop of algae to come in as they watched their stocked food supply slowly dwindle to nearly nothing. Raven and Monty said that everything was ok, that the algae was growing at the predicted rate, but Emori had lived through too many food shortages to completely believe them, even as she would visit the farm per request to help and could see the blooms growing herself. The temperature regulators had finally decided to kick in regularly, making the entire ring much more comfortable. This seemed to relax all the Skaikru-born, but a brief shared glance with Echo let her know that the Azgeda spy was just as bewildered with the fact that they wouldn't be experiencing the changing of the seasons for the next several years as she was. The rise and fall of the seasons was almost sacred to all Grounders, even Emori; it yielded food and game before taking it away, offering fruits and festivals depending on the length of day vs. night, giving the people a way to mark time. That seemed to make much more sense than Skaikru's method of timekeeping, with their ever-changing digital numbers when nothing else ever changed. It made the passage of time seem almost pointless if nothing else ever changed with it.

Still, with how alien and discomforting the Ark was, the sight of the ground itself was worse. That might have been the worst part for both John and Emori. While still learning each other on the ground and bewildered at the prospect of running off with a boy who fell from the sky, Emori had said that living on a floating space station must have been at the very least interesting. John's answering snort had convinced her she was wrong, but soon enough after when they had finally found refuge from the rapidly cooling weather with the shared heat of their bodies cocooned in a small mountain of furs, he had quietly confessed to her that the one redeeming quality about the Ark was the view of the ground; spectacular blues and greens and browns and whites, nothing like the drab grays of the station. It was alluring, promising, otherworldly, and when they had first landed on Earth was an absolute dream come true.

Never mind the horrors that would almost immediately follow.

So, the prospect of seeing this view that John had spoken so reverently of was somewhat exciting for Emori, and a welcome distraction from the last days they had been though. Only when John had lead her an the Earth-facing window, the Earth was on fire. Just...fire. Nothing but destruction, devastation, pain. It had been too much for John to take in that moment, Emori could see, and she reached for him to turn him away and make him disappear into her arms before he could disappear into himself.

That had been two months ago. Now, they only looked out of windows facing the other way.

Emori thought of all this as she made her way back to the room they shared, as far away from the other few Ark residents as possible. It was a longer walk from the makeshift workroom that Raven had created for herself, who she had been assisting in any way she could. She and John had decided early on that their scavenging and thieving skills weren't going to cut it in their new situation, and that in order to survive beyond the next five years more useful skills were going to need to be developed. This made Emori ask Raven (the only other person whom Emori would consider to be possibly trustworthy enough to not judge and hurt her outright for her hand) if she wouldn't mind taking her on as an apprentice. Emori hadn't anticipated Raven's reaction.

Which was how Emori found herself for several hours a day studying reading, writing and more advanced counting and math than she ever needed on the ground scavenging tech. When Raven had first offered to train her as a mechanic, she had thought it was a joke. She was leagues behind Raven, the new Spacekru's most valuable and irreplaceable member. Raven was a genius. Emori was a frikdriena.

"You act like that's supposed to affect your brain," Raven told her, gesturing to her hand. "We all have extra baggage we're carrying around. Just ask Murphy." Emori didn't know quite how to respond to her bringing up what John had done to her, especially when she was trying to get in good with her. She decided to change the subject, or rather, change it back.

"I can't do what you do," Emori protested. "I just thought I would help you with what I could, hand you tools...anything you'd need."

"You really wanna help us all? Let me teach you the real stuff. I can't be the only zero-G mechanic up here. Monty can do lots of things, but our skills don't line up perfectly. What happens if three years from now my leg fails on me while I'm climbing through the vent systems trying to fix whatever Bellamy fucked up because he didn't want to tell me their was a problem, and I fall down the shaft and break my neck? Whose gonna get the rest of this lot back down to the ground?"

Emori couldn't help but role her eyes. For some reason it sounded like something John would say. "I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen."

"'Course it's not, but my point still stands. I may be awesome, but that doesn't mean I'm indestructible." She gestured to her leg again. "There may come a time when there's things I'm not able to do, for any number of reasons. And we need to survive up here for years." She completely stopped whatever she was doing with the random jumble of wires sticking out of the wall and looked Emori dead in the eye to make sure she understood what she was saying. "We need another engineer. There's no other person up here that would be better for that than you."

"Anyone up here would be better for that than me! I don't know anything about... any of this!" Emori was frustrated and worse, felt inadequate. It was a feeling she hated, even if she felt it more often than she cared to admit. She wished Raven would drop it.

But Raven didn't. "You do know about all this. More than you realize. You already know way more about this than any other grounder I've met. Most of them look at this stuff and just break it. You see the value in it, how it's useful. That's half the battle of mechanical ingenuity right there. Bellamy and Harper have no inclination for this stuff. Don't even get me started on Echo or Murphy. I think you would be the most likely to pick it up."

"I...I don't know enough about Ark stuff. I couldn't even read these manuals well enough to learn anything. I can't do this, Raven! I'm not a genius!"

Raven's not backing down at her outburst. "Says who?" she replies. It's one of the most ridiculous thing Emori's ever heard. It's one of the most beautiful things Emori has ever heard. Raven doesn't stop there. "Sure, you didn't grow up on the Ark, didn't learn this stuff as a kid, but who cares? If you had, I'd bet you'd be an engineer already, or something like it. But you can learn now. I had to start small, too. Learn your letters, then your words, then before you know it you'll be rerouting the temperature control system from the main engine room to Go-Sci, too." She held up the mess of wires again with a grin. "Rewarding work, truly. Now, are you going to take me up on my offer, my young apprentice, or are you gonna stick with turning those two knobs to water the algae farm every day? What seems more useful to you?"

Emori couldn't pass up the offer after that. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, the idea of being as important as Raven (being seen as important to her new people at all) was too much to deny.

John was, unsurprisingly, vehemently supportive of this. He offered to tutor her extra on reading and writing, even if he could only be helpful at the preliminary stages of her education. Every night before falling asleep together they would lie in bed ( how lucky they all were that the Go-Sci Ring also included several sets of living quarters) and practice reading off the tablet they had managed to convince Bellamy and Monty they deserved to keep, since anyone else could access the Ark information they needed from the tied-in computers in the main hull. And Raven was right. Emori's learning curve was sharp and soon enough she would graduate from reading-practice programs to science textbooks.

John had a different goal in mind. Spurred by Emori's own advancement and the group's new Clarke-less state that everyone else refused to think about, he made a bold decision himself. "Well somebody has to know how to patch up Raven when she actually falls down that vent shaft," He told Bellamy when asked why the hell he decided to study to become some kind of amateur pseudo-medic. Raven had stuck her tongue out at him. "And you already know how amazing I am at supporting unconscious people's heads."

Later he had told Emori, "An engineer and a medic. No one would ever call us disposable again."

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Thank you @dailymemori and @laufire for putting this event together!!!

[disarmingly]

:D

Ah, thank you so much for agreeing to the commission, you made me really happy!

Don’t worry please and take all the time you need! I can be patient if it‘s worth the wait and with your works it definitely is.

To be honest I‘d like it even more if you wouldn‘t explicitly state that they are soulmates - but you can still make it as soulmate-y as you want. I know it‘s pathetic but this way I can tell myself that it‘s a realistic story and that it could also happen in the real world? Ah, please just ignore this I’m stupid for wanting to find someone like that. Don’t let my rambling burden you please.

You can reply however you want, with or without showing my messages, however you feel more comfortable. If you’d rather speak to me directly you can also use this mail address if you want to but if you’d rather talk via tumblr that’s fine as well :)

Could you however do me a great favour please and tell me at least vaguely what amount of money you’d like to get? Because I know that your work and your time and the effort and soul you put into your writing are essentially beyond prize/priceless but I want to give you at least something in return and therefore I’d like to know with what kind of price you’d be ok. So could you please tell me? :) You don’t have to tell me right away, you can think about it a while longer if you want to. But please no saying that your working isn’t good enough to be payed for or anything like that because it obviously IS good enough or else I wouldn’t be willing to pay for it, would I? ;)

Have a good (relaxing, fulfilling, maybe even happy) day

Commission anon

P.S.

Not commission related and probably a bit too personal but; is there anything one could do to make you feel a bit more safe or grounded? You sound awfully lost in your last posts and it pains my soul to think that you might be hurting. So if there’s ANYTHING that might help, that I could do please let me know. And if it’s too much/too personal to ask this or too overwhelming and confusing right now or if makes you uncomfortable then please ignore this and just pretend it was never there.

i can definitely make the soulmate thing very clear. that is a thing i haven’t done before so im interested in it i mean in that it would be a very like…concrete thing rather than my typical kind of implied or proven ways. some combination ^^;; especially for yoonkook / sugakookie im interested in this. i have so many ideas for this sort of longing and finding and completion motifs that im always really into haha ;; it’s like you picked things you already know i like ;; i feel al ittle bad…ah uiojklefsd i will do my best. as for price i um…i mean i have just no meter for the worth of my own things… i was looking around at other fic commissions and there seems to be a range of 15-20 dollars? for like 3k? and then $5 for every additional 1k? but idk if that’s reasonable or just what i’m seeing bc that’s all twitter is showing me squints into the distance…..some people have different base prices than the 15-20 for longfic ranging from like 40-50 but at that point i become really uncomfortable. i know that when i asked someone their opinion they were like blah blah professional writers blah this many words per blah etc…and they weren’t wrong. professional writers do or at least CAN get paid like $100 a day but lol i was like first of all i think i’ve seen people pay for fanart maybe around 80-150? but i think writing is generally harder for people to um… put a monetary unit on. idk. im using that acronym a lot im sorry ;; im just nervous ah. this is one huge clump of babbling ;; i havent actually slept in a few days so like is why im able to answer haha bc my nerves are lowered i guess bc im so…sleepy…b-but i hope that…is a sense of things? at least or if you want i can babble more later…in mail or something ;;

it is selfish of me but the post script makes me feel idk like im always crying a lot lately but that sort of crying that it gives me is kind of hopeful. it’s not so much that i think it’ll be okay like oh it will be okay but that…the crying is like a path to thinking sometimes things are close enough to okay. i always look at how worse people have it. i try to be in perspective no matter how bad it gets for me it cant be so bad because its not like it is for other people in more dire situations. but then i think if someone told me they felt like this i would tell them: everything is relative. i would tell them its okay to be worried or sad because thats the honest feeling….but somehow even knowing this i cant quite do it for myself. i think though a thing like what you tell me, that you care and stuff…ah it’s really… im so stupid haha it’s like too much and just perfect all at once because i guess part of me needs that. but i should do better. to deserve it. im sorry i hope this makes sense. i think this is my last reply of the night but mor e later ihope…

please take care commissions anon<3 and thank youfor thinking im worth…anything. really thank you…/rubs eyes ;_;