#psalms of Sifl

[siflshonen]

WIP FOLDERS GAME

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you, @flawney!

WIPs:

In the Absence of Your Heart

Freeway

Nitroglycerin Notes

The Phoenix Garden

BKDK Pieces

I Want What I Don’t Deserve Working Chapter

Sincerely

Tagging @bakuhatsufallinlove @lawliyeeeet @pikahlua @the-nysh @cornflowerbluewrites @tinyshinysylveon @pickleandthequeen

[sifl-senpai]

Author Tag Game!

I was tagged by the incredible and thoughtful @embyrinitalics!! The rules are to share something you’ve written that you look back on and makes you think “I’m such a good writer,” and then tag three more authors. (Honestly though, I’m with you in that I don’t think I’m that great of a writer per se!! So instead, here’s a snippet of the most recent BNHA BKDK story I’m trying to bang out.)

“What the hell are you doing here?! Huh? You stupid-!”

“I thought you hit your head!” whined Izuku, clutching the board and his eye, his notebook scattered open-leafed across the ground like a crushed flower spreading its warped petals.

“You’re a fucking civilian, Deku! This is an off-limits area! Are you trying to rupture a hidden Scub pustule and get yourself killed? Huh?!”

Anything Izuku might have said was a stupid idea at best, and he knew it, but some lessons he could never bring himself to learn.

“B-but what about you?” asked Izuku. “Kacchan, if you’d fallen and disturbed something beneath the ground, you--!”

Katsuki snatched his board from Izuku, and then grabbed the boy by the collar. His barrage of insults came next in an anger-fueled onslaught, each passionately emphasized with a furious shake of Izuku’s collar.

“Are you saying I can’t handle myself? Is that why you came after me? Is that why you’ve been watching me? Wanted to rush in and save me from some kind of emergency so people’d give you a second look? You thought you’d capitalize on whenever I screwed up?!”

“No!” cried Izuku, his fingers wrapping around the fist currently balled in his jacket. “Not at all!”

“God, you are so full of shit!!” Katsuki bit out, all but tossing Izuku towards the fence.

“B-but my note--!”

Katsuki shook him again before he could get a solid grip, and then dragged him towards the chain-link fence. Behind him, the pages of Izuku’s notebook fluttered in the wind, abandoned and forlorn.

“I told you to get the fuck out of here!” screamed Katsuki, jerking like he might kick Izuku, or perhaps slam the board against his head.

Izuku flinched.

The moment drew to an awful still, like the two of them were encased in amber, neither able to move forward nor back down. Only when a gentle breeze swept through the field and brushed the stifling dust away did Izuku look back to Katsuki’s face.

Katsuki loomed over him, panting, his brow covered in sweat from his ride, lips parted in teeth-gnashing fury, and his unbuttoned uniform jacket gaping open at his chest. The midday sun above his head made him appear a great and terrible being crowned by an ancient, massive halo, and Izuku only a mouse beneath him. They stared at each other, seething, cowering, waiting, lost.

“Leave!” Katsuki finally barked, his voice strangled between anger and desperation, straightening himself up and stepping back from Izuku. “Get out of here, Deku, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kacchan,” murmured Izuku, unmoving, his sneakered feet stupidly splayed with his dirtied pants bunched up above his exposed ankles as he watched Katsuki turn his back and make a running start into the trapar.

“Go home, Deku!” repeated Katsuki, lowering the board and jumping onto it in one smooth motion. The airborne lines of trapar gently glowed under the board’s influence and carried him into the sky.

In the span of a few seconds, Katsuki went back to being by himself in the air and Izuku was left alone on the ground, watching him move farther and farther out of reach with bruised, watery eyes. They were as they always were: alone, together.

....and that’s that for an excerpt from my BNHA Eureka Seven AU! If you liked it, you can read more on Ao3.

I tag @lawliyeeeet, @rironomind, and @systermatic as well as anyone else who so chooses to participate!!!!!

[siflshonen]

Tell me about Nitroglycerin Notes :>

Nitroglycerin Notes is a disjointed document of poetry and song lyrics mostly related to My Hero Academia. Some of them ape existing contemporary bands and are on Ao3, and some of them are not homage nor are they published.

[siflshonen]

The Phoenix Garden

The Phoenix Garden is a very old draft of a fantasy novel.

Lahein, called Lynn, is a Prince of Karibe. While Lahein’s title is neither prestigious nor uncommon, it brings with it a capricious and mystical ability to walk with the dead on the moon in his sleep and return to his living body on earth when he wakes. Orphaned and alone from a very early age, Lahein traveled to the country of Andalia in the east to pursue a more secure future in the Empire’s military program. There, he becomes close with the Andalian princess Sophia and falls in love with his best friend and fellow orphan, a True Human with immeasurable physical strength named Daniel August. For a while, life is good, and Lahein is happy.

However, Andalia has designs on both halves of Lahein’s divided homeland, the city of Karibe included, and the tense but peaceful political situation goes sideways when the Andalian capital is attacked in the night, the King and Queen are slaughtered, and the other Princes still in Lahein’s homeland begin to suddenly go missing or die en masse. Lahein, caught between not only Karibe and Andalia, but the living and the dead, must quell the conflict between all parties and find a solution before they destroy one another and separate him from Daniel forever.

[siflshonen]

For WIP Ask Game

Freeway

Freeway is a straight play in two acts with heavy recorded music cues (with the intention that the use of music simulates the use of a car radio.) The first act of the show isolates four different groups of characters in their cars (or at a bus stop) with their own conflicts, which come to a head during a crash at the end of the first act.

The second act, which takes place after the crash, releases the characters from their cars. Their act one internal car conflicts are resolved, one way or another, once they are released from the confines of their isolated cars.

Synopsis: Certain truths are eternal in this world: that mankind will always struggle with the existence of God; that the world is an unjust place; relationships are fickle things; and that there is always goddamn traffic in goddamn [redacted city name]!

Four little universes spin themselves into chaos from the confines of their vehicles—a trapped girl learns from her parents what sex is, a couple besties learn what happens when “fuckbuddies” ceases to be a viable relationship label, a professional’s midlife crisis grabs him by the balls, two hapless pedestrians learn the true meaning of “cost of living”—and only the divine intervention of an oncoming tanker truck full of—is that gasoline or orange juice?—can save them.

[siflshonen]

Hii! I have just read your story on ao3 I Want What I Dont Deserve and i absolutely fell in love with your writing & now I also have a new fav ship, BukuFuyu 🥰🥰 although im glad you made the story bakudeku since it makes more sense for this story line.

But i was wondering if youll ever do a BakuFuyu centric story?

Thanks for reading!

Y’know, I don’t know. It might be cute if it was an AU where Katsuki is, like, grade school age and gets a classic babysitter crush or if it was set in the future when he’s established in his career instead of right in the middle like he is for I Want What I Don’t Deserve. As it is, I don’t think I’d do a serious BakuFuyu with either of them at their current series-accurate ages.

So, solid maybe.