#will update with intro and wips eventually

[revenantlore]

kaiusvnoir -> revenantlore

there was a breakdown, mistakes were made, now to work my way back to where i was

[jaydeiswriting]

I'm just about to open the cult wip doc, so not done for the night, but I just spent some time with Obeah Woman and wanted to share. I added the three poems I've written this week so far, and reordered everything. I just finished all I had planned for the last section (although I think I might need a linking poem or two and a real finale to tie in the title). So, I'm essentially 3/5 sections done. Really, a little more because one of the two remaining sections is half-done. I'm like super proud of this thing but also 🥺 because I don't want it to be over. I'm at the point where I should definitely be submitting the more polished poems but just ahhhh. It's getting a bit too real, man.

[scribble-dee-vee]

Yes pls!! Def want to hear more abt ur ocs, and I’m always down for tag games hehe

Writing Tag Game Tag List

Hello friends I need to build a tag list for anyone who would like to be tagged in writing-based tag games or other writeblr related OC content!

Most of my actual fiction will go up on Patreon (I am slowly working on updating access so all paid levels get the same thing and free followers get newsletters), but I'll post the occasional snippet here.

It will mostly just be responses to tag games so please feel free to request to be added if you 1) want an excuse to talk about your OCs 2) want an excuse to WORK on your OCs 3) have me on your tag list and would like to be tagged back etc etc

This will not include a taglist for fanfic because i'm incredibly inconsistent with what i write and lbr i write for myself and my two friends in the GC lmao OC content only.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

── # to you who shines the brightest (i'll give you everything). masterlist. a kieran × mc!reader series.

summary: the fact that remained was this: some things were simply never meant to be. the universe's design was absolute; it was dangerous to go against it. but what if in this universe, things were different? what if in this universe, there's a glimmer of a chance? what if in this universe... fate no longer mattered? “to me, you’re already a sin i can’t refuse; sweeter than evil.” so to you who shines the brightest, i'll give you everything. [inspired by "volcano" by han jisung] general tags: canon-divergent, canon-typical violence, 2nd pov (primarily), female reader, slow burn, forbidden love, friends-with-benefits, friends-with-benefits to lovers, light/darkness dynamic, pining, yearning, unrequired-requited love, mentions of sacrifice, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, communication issues, eventual smut. smut tags indicated for every chapter with smut. "kieran: volcano" — for chapter updates, wips, thoughts, etc in relation to the series.

status: coming soon - waiting on sylus' myth for possible lore updates! series update schedule tba. please reply below to be added to the taglist!

this series contains sexual content, and is only for those 18+. if you are a minor, please do not interact. I BLOCK MINORS AND BLOGS WITHOUT ANY AGE INDICATOR.

prelude.

poetry, general intro, angst, mention of scars (general). ~200 wc.

chapter one.

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— TBA

taglist: @.darlingdummycassandra @.milkandstarlight @.thoupenguinman @.valyvinny @.rafayelsheart @.jellyroom2 @.chemiru @.ywnzn @.pepprrmint @.angel-jupiter @.cordidy @.raiyuxa @.xai-mery @.radiantbrilliance @.oharasmommymilkers00 @.pikachuzhc @.venussakura @.love-and-deepstrays @.cloverlilies @.midiplier @.kreishin @.deusfoundry @.m2ichaelis @.keioxo

notes: welcome to absolute insanity, brought to you by yours truly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you know me, you also know that i am abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with the twins, and if you’ve read “Don’t Let Me Love You”, you also know that (a) i’m kieran-biased, and (b) i have wanted so badly for so long to dive into the intricacies of his character and motivations. SO just a few things about my beloved baby of a fic that i’ll yap about, and for you to keep in mind as we go along!:

(1) ; some very specific parts will be in 3rd-person omniscient (such as this prelude), but MOST chapters will be in 2nd pov, ideally alternating between yours and kieran's pov!

(2) ; this fic IS based on canon lore with the same canon setting, and as much as possible will be accurate in that sense—however, considering as we know very little canon sylus lore and even less about the twins, lore and such will be very loose so please take it with a grain of salt! (the tag “canon-divergence” is there for a reason, after all~)

(3) ; will absolutely include my take on the possible dynamics between kieran and mc, modeled after the theme of love and deepspace as a game and an overarching “myth”. therefore, you can see chapters such as this which hint towards a bigger picture!

im really excited to write this out, and equally excited to share with fellow luke and kieran truthers <3 i hope you’ll be along for the ride!

© rose-tinted-kalopsia. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.

[fantasy-things-and-such]

Intro Post/Masterpost

These amazing dividers were made by @cafekitsune. go check them out! My banner was made by an IRL friend of mine. if you see this(which i doubt you will but maybe), thank you!

Hello! The name's Enju. This is my introductory post. Welcome!

I'm a aspiring author and poet living in the US. I mainly write Fantasy and am dipping my toes into dystopia.

i have three projects, listed later.

Asks and tags are always welcome, but please please please don't be mad if i dont answer right away. I'm alittle slow on the upkeep + life outside of writing is pain. Ill get to asks eventually, I promise!

Although i treat this like my Main blog, my dumbass made them in the wrong order when I first got here. @i-hate-happy-endings is my main, and its quite empty lmao.

#Sunset things: Related to my WIP, Sunset #Ailan's Legacy: Related to my WIP, White Candy #Frontline: Related to my WIP, Frontline #meet my OCs: A little series where i go into depth about my OCs #Enju's Worldbuilding: Stuff pertaining to worldbuilding(usually tagged with #Sunset things or #Ailans Legacy) #Greeted the Messenger: Replying to Asks

Master list for my WIP posts + taglist

Whenever i make a WIP post I'll make it pretty clear what kind of stuff is in it. CW mentions will always be at the top for mature themes and I'll try to put tone tags as well if i think there's any sorta stuff that might disturb people in there. And Lastly, Here be Dragons. I wont always remember or know what judgement to make, so Here be Dragons is my go-to warning label.

My WIPS:

Sunset: Sunset is a high-fantasy medieval romance series and the main topic of this blog.

White Candy(Ailan's Legacy): White Candy is a mystery novel with solar/steampunk elements.

Frontline(Placeholder name): Frontline is a dark fantasy dystopia with mature elements. Interact at your own risk.

this'll get updated as I do short stories.

An Eternity With you: A short story on a immortal guy and his journey of love

I'm afraid to tag my moots bc i interact with like two of them regularly. but they're all amazing people so here goes: @theliteraryarchitect @garden-of-runar @the-ellia-west @saturnsconstellation @wyked-ao3

@dandelionflowery @mae-occasionally-reads

@themortalityofundyingstars @thisisntrocket

@bookish-karina @elizaellwrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @a-pretty-damn-good-narrator

@leave-a-message19 @aesthetic-writer18 @rivenantiqnerd @humongouskittentraveler @emilynotfound

@the-alywickd @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @melo-writes @agirlandherquill @heymacareyna

@poethill @angst-is-love-angst-is-life These are all amazing people and you should go follow them.

Emotional support post

[novafire-is-thinking]

(Until life picks up speed again, this is null. I’ll update it later.)

How to say goodbye ‘see you around’ and mean it…

The time has come.

First thing’s first: this isn’t goodbye—just a heads up.

Due to changes I’m making in my personal life, I’m easing away from the Transformers fandom for a partial hiatus. My ambition makes me restless, and it’s about time I put some of my plans into action.

Yes, a Chinese person becoming a doctor. How original.

Maybe I’ll turn out like Ratchet. Maybe I’ll suffer long enough to become Pharma.

Only time will tell…

In any case, I don’t plan on totally disappearing from the fandom any time soon. For the foreseeable future, you’ll see me around primarily on weekends, Wednesdays, and holidays—collecting posts for the queue, answering old asks, announcing completed WIPs, and making a post every once in a while.

What to expect:

The queue will publish a few times a day, and most original posts and extra reblogs will be scheduled.

I have 300+ post ideas saved in my notes and screenshots. My goal is to slowly release these into the wild.

I’ll try to keep writing meta, but when and how will depend entirely on how much free time I have, and what little energy I have to spare.

If I ever have extra time, I might open my ask box and play an ask game or two. Maybe…

Asks, tags, and other things:

If you sent an ask in the past, I probably have it saved either in my inbox or my drafts. Yes—even the asks that are almost a year old. I have not forgotten, and I still intend to answer, even if the sender doesn’t remember.

My inbox is closed for now, but I’ve set up a fancy little Google form as a replacement: Nova’s Commlink

If at any time, you tagged me in something interesting, I saved it in my drafts. If I’ve deemed it worthy of a response, you will see it eventually.

Feel free to keep tagging me in things. I’ll give posts a ‘like’ to confirm I saw them, and if I really like a post, I’ll queue it for later or drop it in my drafts if I want to give a longer response.

If you tag me and I don’t confirm receipt within a few days, drop me a note in the Google form.

If I said I would do something else for you, I haven’t forgotten. It’s on my list, and I will get back to you about it when I’m able.

WIPs:

Fics for my Constellations of Cybertron AU are on hold. I’ll still plot and plan, but it will be a long time before I publish any of those longer stories.

I will continue working on my shorter WIPs: short fics, zine pieces, etc.

How to reach me:

Anyone (mutual or otherwise) who has my Discord should message me over there. This extends to those I’m in servers with.

Mutuals who don’t have my Discord and anyone I follow here can still DM me through Tumblr.

Everyone else can contact me using the Google form.

Don’t be afraid of bothering me. It may take me a while to respond, but I welcome it.

Last updated: 5/14/24 - section(s) updated: intro, What to expect, and WIPs

[viscerawrites]

viscerawrites ; writeblr intro

FOLLOW ME BETWEEN THE JAWS OF FATE. [vore - sleep token]

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Hey yall!! My name is Cassian (he/him) and I'm 20 years old. I was on here as @mybodyisaflowerbed but tumblr nuked my main blog on that account so I'm over here now!

I write.., a lot of different things haha, usually along the lines of fantasy and/or contemporary! I also write a lot of fanfiction, but I probably won't talk about those projects here unless I'm explicitly asked.

I am a fiend for music; metal is my favorite overarching genre (I'm terrible with subgenres tho lol) and I love to use my favorite songs and bands as inspiration for my writing.

That's about all I have to say for myself right now. My current original projects are listed below! (PS; my main blog is @dream-i-die and that's where all likes/follows will come from!)

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The list further down on this post desperately needs to be updated, but my main wip im brainstorming right now is surviving sun :] also peep my world; erapiae

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[needs updated] main wips

the sins that make our sons •/ sci-fi. (tag: sins / sons) | wip directory here

Full description tbd.

fearing what the light finds •/ contemporary, eventual portal fantasy. (tag: fearing the light) | wip intro here | series installment for mixtape.

Follows the story of a woman who murders her kidnapper after 9 years of captivity - and finds herself thrown into another world.

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other wip list

mouth of the wolf, eyes of the lamb •/ fantasy/romance. (tag: wolf mouth lamb eyes) | intro here

A man sacrificed to a werewolf in the woods is saved by the very being he's meant to be eaten by. They fall in love.

darcy goes to hell •/ dark fantasy. (tag: darcy) | intro here

Darcy Brisben is fifteen years old when she goes to Hell.

the hollows in our minds •/ fantasy w/ horror elements. (tag: thiom) | intro here

A woman who collects other people's memories is intrigued by the case of nine friends who have mysteriously disappeared. She launches her own investigation, only to uncover a dark, forgotten history.

operation get it right •/ fantasy/supernatural. (tag: get it right) | intro here

A small group of amateur ghost hunters and magic tamers are forced to face their own pasts as their supernatural pursuits lead to more and more devastating revelations.

i dream i die •/ contemporary. (tag: dream i die) | intro tbd

Centers around the story of a woman whose only escape from an abusive relationship is what she believes to be vivid daydreams (but is, in actuality, alternate timelines of her life).

the spiritspeakers •/ contemporary/supernatural. (tag: spiritspeak) | intro tbd

Three grown siblings who have each had unique experiences with the supernatural are pushed back together when they realize that their baby sister is a natural born psychic medium.

our souls on fire •/ urban fantasy/romance. (tag: our souls on fire) | intro tbd

A series centering around soulmate relationships in an urban fantasy world.

[cb-writes-stuff]

〜＊ New Blog Intro! ＊〜

Howdy! I’m CB, short for C. Brookes. Feel free to call me any derivation of those. I am 18, going into college for a degree in English. (Even though I’m an adult, don’t be weird.) He/him, please.

My blog (and brain) is currently dominated by:

[??? I don’t know]

Other posts are spices.

Asks/doodle requests are open!

Project Opal Masterpost

★ This is a colored text blog. I use lots of colored text because my eyes glaze over homochromatic text, it’s fun to have lots of colored text, and it’s pretty. ★

♦︎ About Me ♦︎

♥︎ I’m an American from the good ol’ South. Not much of an accent, but I have a birthright to the vernacular, the hospitality, and the home-cooked meals. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m just a freelance silly little guy. ♥︎

♥︎ I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), also called Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Inattentive Type. I’m not at all hyperactive, so I prefer ADD. ♥︎

♥︎ I also have social anxiety, and a number of other suspected things! ♥︎

♥︎ I actually know very little about lots of things! Feel free to educate me. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m a yapper, if you couldn’t tell. ♥︎

♠︎ What I Post ♠︎

♥︎ Fandoms I post about: A Hat in Time, In Stars and Time, Hollow Knight, EPIC: The Musical, and… that’s about it, I think. ♥︎

♥︎ Fandoms I don’t post about: Pokémon, Baba Is You, Undertale, Deltarune, Portal (1 and 2), Stardew Valley, and I might add to this list later. ♥︎

♥︎ I’m writing a novel! I post (almost) daily word count updates, with little snippets of my favorite thing I wrote on a given day. ♥︎

♥︎ I also do art! Sometimes it’s doodles, sometimes it’s full-fledged art. ♥︎

★ I have a little AU idea percolating right now called In Hats and Time, a crossover between A Hat in Time and In Stars and Time. There’s not much on it right now, but there will be eventually! ★

♥︎ Japanese. The language itself, songs (especially Ado), and anything else that somehow isn’t either of those. ♥︎

♥︎ This is a no-swearing blog. You do you, but I don’t post or reblog anything with swearing. ♥︎

♥︎ In a similar vein, this is an SFW blog. We stay silly. ♥︎

♣︎ Tags ♣︎

#project opal - posts related to my current novel wip, Project Opal

#cb writing stuff - random posts, thoughts, and general yapping

#cb doodling stuff - my doodles

#cb drawing stuff - my more complete artwork, art projects, or illustrations

#cb defining stuff - the definitions of interesting words I come across

#cb answering stuff - answered asks, or anything from my inbox

#cbの日本語 - any of my posts that include Japanese in them

#cb progressing stuff - my writing progress updates #ihat / #in hats and time - any posts about the aforementioned AU

#siffrin and the craaaazy time loop - my liveblogged In Stars and Time playthrough

#i don’t tag my reblogs and i’m not about to start now - posts I reblogged responding to my moots

[bilightningwhumper]

Whump Writing Intro

People who use AI in their writing (generating scenarios, generating story text, etc) please DO NOT follow me or interact with my posts. I absolutely DO NOT consent to any of my writing, posts, or reblogs being used as inputs or data for AI.

Seriously, don't. I don't care your reasoning. Theft is theft. End of story.

Whump writing side blog to @bilightningwriter

Generic writing blog is @bilightningwriter-writing

My blog is majority labeled as Mature or 18+. If you're a minor and interact anyway, on your own head be it.

Link to my kofi (if you want, absolutely no pressure)

Blog header image made from [dolldivine.com], watermarks for the creators of the games left in the images. On the left is Minna and the right is Kyrie from my "Belonging with Nightmares" story.

Ask box is open, but if you do anything with an ask game or prompts list, please tell me which one because I share a lot that inspire me randomly. A lot of the ask games I'll come across I've been tagging with #just tell me it's from this or I'll forget, so that's a good tag to check if you want to do those! Questions about my WIPs are also welcome!

Main writing whump tropes used in no particular order:

institutional whump (partially inspired by the BBU community)

noncon/ nsfw (majority of my noncon scenes are kept to whumpee's perspective only, not the whumper), more explicit in consensual situations, but I am a descriptive writer regardless

Female/lady whump, as well as male and enby whump

Captive whump

Creepy/intimate/manipulative whumpers

Torture whump (more mental and emotional than physical but I do write all of these)

Conditioning whump

Nonhuman whump

Lab whump

What I don't write:

gore

main character death (unless it's a whumper)

explicit underage (try not to, anyway; will have warnings if that occurs)

Consensual incest (thought I'd had it on this list but just noticed I didn’t; tbh, this is a squick of mine, too)

I also write LGBT+ and/or neurodiverse characters. I enjoy happy endings, so hurt/comfort is big for me. Basically a lot of whump eventually followed with a lot of fluff.

{IMPORTANT NOTE: Because of AI scrapers, all of my fics on Ao3 are avaliable to user-readers only. Remember, you can make an account for free on Ao3 (it's not money-subscription based, it really is just free) with your email.}

My Ao3 Psueds

Works below the cut

[Starting Nov 23rd, 2024, I plan on queuing parts of stories for 5pm EST each Friday/Saturday (Friday if completed in time, Saturday if delayed) to hopefully write at least one piece a week; with the exception of writing events that I join in with]

All characters are LGBT+ and/or neurodiverse unless stated otherwise. If you want to be on a taglist, feel free to dm/pm me or comment on the post, as I don't update on a schedule (just whenever I finish a piece/chapter).

~ ~ will be around whichever story/masterlist I'm fixated on at the moment

Whumpees Masterlists-

~My Lady/Female Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection~

My Male Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection

My Enby/Nonbinary Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection

Main works-

~Belonging to Nightmares: a "12 Dancing Princesses" inspired story~

~BtN Masterlist~

The New Eden Institution series: Omegaverse institutional/nonhuman-adjacent/conditioning whump, retelling Fairy Tales in a Modern Dystopia AU with LGBT+ and neurodivergent characters (more modern than medieval, but you'll see why as stories go on)

TNEI Tumblr Masterlist Ao3 link to series TNEI Ao3 link Masterlist Mangst 2024 Masterlist with this series

Shadow of a Shield: Omegaverse AU with alternate ending to Endgame where some Avengers had unknown children

SoaS Series Masterlist Ao3 link to series (in the process of being rewritten) SoaS Ao3 link Masterlist

Temptations of Fate: Sapphic Romeo and Juliet-inspired angels/demons story

ToF Masterlist

Completed writing events/challenges-

My AI-less Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Current writing events/challenges I'm doing or finishing-

My Angstober 2024 Masterlist

My Flufftober 2024 Masterlist

Corresponding Ao3 Collections for October 2024 events

I don't know what's going to happen in the coming years, as I live in the USA (even if I'm in a relatively "safe" state). But I plan on writing as much as I can until I can't anymore. If I stop, it won't be because I wanted to.

[dinsdjrn]

everything i wanted | j. miller | 2.8k

track one | track two | masterlist

bodyguard!AU

AU!Joel x singer!f!reader

summary: it's not what i meant when i said i wanted to be seen. a scary note, a long day, and a security detail.

tags for the series: 18+, minors DNI, angst/fluff/eventual smut, sarah's dead (plot), ellie is alive, parental manipulation/abuse (maternal), depression, drug and alcohol use, sobriety, stalker behaviour from a fan, will update as i go, this ones gonna get dark but it will have the happy feel good too! as always if anything is missing tell me and i will add it!

a/n: another wip that im pumped about, and guess what i have already written pt 2.. so thats coming. this is intro it really picks up next chapter xoxo.

track one - to be seen

It was a cool winter night in LA, or well as cool as LA gets. You had just arrived back at the house you rented in LA when you were in the studio. It had been a pretty typical day for you, your album had just been released and you were doing loads of press. You were also attempting to write and produce a deluxe edition of your most recent studio album. The resounding success of your first album catapulted you into fame overnight. 

This second album was much more by the book, trimmed and produced as if to make you a working dog eager to please those who owned your success. You felt it was missing the grit of your first album. You hoped with the release of a deluxe edition you’d be able to bring that grit back in, take back control of your sound. The only issue being you had to write the songs to be able to produce them. 

You were so excited to just collapse into bed, it had been a long day doing both a morning talkshow and late night TV. You reminded yourself that this was your dream for so long and it was finally happening. Two be grateful for the love and support. That your fans cared about you and the songs you made. 

‘They started your career, and if you don’t work for them they’ll end it.’ you could hear your mother in your head. So you turned your exhaustion into gratefulness. Long days meant a long career ahead. 

As you unlocked the door to your house a small envelope fell from the crack of the door to your feet. 

Probably just a flyer. You thought to yourself. 

You picked it up and made your way into the modern home. The kitchen was clean and a bit too sterile for your liking. You missed home, your friends, your dad, playing gigs at bars and comedy shows. This life was overwhelming, it felt like a tornado scooped you up and placed you in LA, New York, or London. Your heart was both so full and so empty all at once. 

You opened the envelope with your finger and pulled out a small piece of paper. 

And just like that, your chest went tight, phone falling to the tile floor and the world stopped moving.

‘I’ve found you, and I’m never letting you go. You’re going to be mine forever. Love always, B.’

The next twelve hours were a whirlwind, it was a blur. Going from your house to you managers, and now back to Golden Record headquarters at a bright and early 4am. You sat in meetings for hours, where people would talk about you as if you weren’t there. By ten in the morning it was decided that the letter was a threat and you needed a new apartment and a permanent body guard. By eleven, a firm had been hired and a detail was on the way.  By noon you were being shuffled away to a new apartment with a large broody man who was referred to as Miller. 

You had never felt so tired in your life, being awake going on twenty eight hours now and coming down from a hit of adrenaline had really taken all you had left to give. You sunk into the leather seats of the large black SUV and let out a large sigh clenching your fists and closing your eyes. 

You glanced over taking in the man who was assigned to be your detail for the next three days. Three days on, rotating between Miller and Jones they said, two private details until they decided there was no threat to your life. 

Miller, first name unknown, was quite handsome. He had thick brown hair and soft waves, he was wearing all black t-shirt and jeans that fit is form extremely well. He was toned. But not to the point of being “chiseled”, his jaw was square and there was a seriousness to him. It made him look threatening even. He pulled out his phone briefly as the car started moving and you could see his jaw tighten at whatever message he had received. 

“So is Miller what I am supposed to call you? Or Is there a first name that goes along with it?” You asked through a yawn. 

“Joel Miller,” He said quickly, not even glancing in your direction. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Joel.” You said. An awkward silent fell between you, you shifted in your seat. 

As if by grace of the gods, your phone began ringing loudly. 

Joel glanced to see if there was caller ID, it was just your mother. A conversation you’re sure couldn’t be delayed, but you dreaded it none the less. 

“Hey mom,” you sighed.

“Why did I have call you?!” She started. “You’d think that when something like this happens I’d find out from my OWN daughter, not her manager telling me she won’t be recording today!” 

You just put her on speaker and let her berate you for not telling her, you scrolled through twitter wondering how your interviews were being received. 

“Are you even listening to me?! You don’t have anything to say for yourself?!” She dramatized. 

“Mom, I’m really sorry. Everything happened so fast and I was in meetings all night. I was about to call y-“ 

“I don’t want to hear excuses, this is stupid. You’re being dramatic, if you had thought this through you could have recorded today.” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” you droned. 

It wasn’t an uncommon track to play, you get blamed for something out of your control and you apologize for something that wasn’t your fault. 

“I didn’t have a whole ton of material today anyway. I’ll make sure we do double time tomorrow and I was going to write this afternoon,” you said hoping you were reaching the end of the conversation. 

“Good, you’re not popular enough to slack off. One popular song isn’t the promise of a career,” She said in a matter of fact tone. 

“I know, I’ll keep working on it,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

Joel had been so quiet next to you, not seeming interested at all in the conversation at hand. For the best, every time you spoke with your mother, she took a small piece of your soul with her. Breaking you down into the perfect little star, nothing left of who you once were.

“Great! Make sure you don’t waste the potential of this! Crisis’ creates hits! Alright my love, Jan and I are meeting for breakfast on Fifth so I have to go! Next time you’re in New York we’ll catch up” 

“Yeah, talk so-,” the call ended before you could finish your sentence. 

At least she was happy, and you needed to lay down for the foreseeable future. You rubbed your temple and sighed, you just wanted to curl up and cry until there wasn’t anything left. 

As soon as you arrived at the new apartment you noticed your clothes packed neatly away for you, it comforted you knowing you wouldn’t have to go back to the house. You laid down fully clothed on your bed, finally alone for the first time in twenty-nine hours, and you let yourself cry. 

By the time you had woken up it was nearly dark out, the sun had made its descent past the Los Angeles skyline and all that was left were the warm oranges and reds of the evening. 

You were still tired but needed to get up, eat and do a bit of work. You grabbed your phone to check the time, 7:31. You noticed a few missed texts from your dad back home, your manager, and saw a headline on twitter about a police presence at your house. 

You swiped away the twitter notifications not wanting to be reminded what a nightmare the last day was. You opened the text conversation with your dad, certain he just wanted to check in. 

Hey Kiddo, hope you’re doing okay? Mom called, here for you. 

No surprise there, they divorced as soon as you had moved out for good, but she would always call to prove a point. To let him know that she knew something before he did. 

Hi Dad, I’m ok, uneasy but ok. Talk soon :)

Your manager had texted you the phone number of both security details and the company they worked for just incase something were to go awry. 

You made your way to the living room, Joel was there sitting at the island on his phone. You made your way to the fridge not surprised to find it empty. You sighed pulling out your phone to order delivery. 

“You hungry?” You asked him. 

“Huh?” He looked confused. You noticed he had put his phone away and was standing again. 

“I’m gonna order some Thai food, do you want me to grab you something?” You explained. 

“Oh, uh, that’s alright, thank you though.”

You noted he had a slight southern accent. 

“Well there’s no food here so…” you trailed. 

“Well just grab whatever and I’ll eat some of it,” you nodded in return.

It didn’t take long for your food to arrive, you and Joel both grabbed a plate and ate in silence. You hated every second of it. You’re not sure he felt it though, the uncomfortable silence between you. 

After eating you grabbed your headphones and made your was to the living room. You had to have something to show for yourself in the studio tomorrow. You could tell there was frustration around your deluxe edition, you had recorded and scrapped three songs this week alone. 

Just as you were grabbing your guitar your phone started ringing on the table. 

James 

You answered immediately. 

“James! What’s up?” You were excited to hear from your best friend. 

“Hey girl! Some crazy shit going down this morning?” He asked. 

“Something like that,” you sighed, giving him just a few details of the past day.

“Well, I’m here if you need me. I did have a question though?” 

“What’s up?” 

“How would you like to come out with some friends tomorrow? We have a table at new bar and it might be fun, take some stress off!”

“I-,” you started, being cut off immediately. 

“Before you shut me down you only have to come for like ONE drink,” He said emphasizing the ‘one’.

You sighed, “Fine. ONE drink. Text me the details and I’ll run it past my security team.” 

“Fancy ass security team. Are they at least hot?” 

You scoffed. 

“So they’re super hot,” he made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Okay, I’m hanging up now. Love you, bye!” You said ending the call before any more words could be exchanged. 

You phone buzzed immediately. It was James. 

Lucky bitch! Send a picture ;) here’s the details for tomorrow xo.

[attachment: 1 image] 

A screenshot with the details. You loved the message and left it at that. 

“So what are you running past your security team?” Joel inquired, your head snapped in his direction. 

“Drinks with a friend tomorrow, at an exclusive restaurant.” You showed him the screenshot. 

“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” He sounded unsure. 

“I’m not really asking; I mean I am, but if there’s even a slight chance I’d like to go.” 

Joel sighed and scratched his temple, “Alright.” 

“Great, you can stay here if you want. I don’t think going out with a large group requires this level of security.” You pushed to see what the answer would be. 

“Do you have any concern for your own safety?” He scoffed toward you. 

“It was an empty threat, Miller. Look I can appreciate everyones concern for my safety, but this is hardly the worst thing anyones said to me.” Your annoyance was no longer easily masked. 

He inhaled sharply at your remark as if it surprised him.

“Yeah, but most of the time the things people say aren’t in an envelope on your door.” 

You just sighed in return. 

“Alright well, then you come with me. No use getting up in arms about it.”

The dark and broody man crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. Somehow it made him look exceptionally powerful. The muscles in his arms moved and shifted showing how well defined they were, he had a few tattoos that peaked out from below his t-shirt sleeve. You had realized your were staring and quickly turned to look down at your notebook, Joel still in your peripheral.  

“So is there any reason you took this job, Joel Miller?” You asked as you reached for your guitar again, finally starting on a song. You had a soft tune stuck in your head since your meeting with the security team earlier that day that you had to put to chords. 

“I don’t think knowing about my personal life is keeping you any safer,” he grumbled. 

“Maybe not safer, but more comfortable with my situation perhaps.” You continued to hum the same tune over again. Scribbling lyrics into your notebook. 

Not what I meant when I said that, I wanted to be seen. 

“Well, Miller? Why private security?” You pressed. 

“My uh- my kid. It is just her and I, the gig pays well and I’ve been told I look like an attack dog before.” 

That made you laugh. 

“Whoever said that, I whole heartedly agree,” you smiled at him. 

“I’ll do it if I have to,” you hummed, “hope and dun na in between.”

Quickly jotting down the first part of that lyric, hoping the second half would just come to you. 

“So, this kid, tell me about them?” You asked strumming some barre chords. 

“No.”

“Oh come on! Her name? Her age? Anything?”

“Have you ever been told you’re too friendly? That you pry?” He scoffed. 

“Most people don’t seem to have problems with it funny enough,” you quipped. 

“Ellie, she’s fourteen,” he hesitated, “she like jokes, the outdoors and playing guitar.” 

He was very grumbly and reluctant. You could help but smile at the fact at at least today he would talk to you. 

“Well if she’s any good you should bring her to the studio! Maybe she can help me get out of my slump,” you chuckled smiling at him. 

For a moment his face softened and he smiled lightly at you. It sent a chill down your spine, he was handsome when he was hard and cold. But that moment of softness made your stomach do backflips. You quickly looked back down. 

“Dun dun little empire and made a mm mm mess,” you jotted that down. 

“She’d uh love that you know. Thanks,” Joel interrupted momentarily. 

You smiled and nodded for at him. He didn’t say anything else after that leaving you to record little voice notes here and there.

You got on a bit of a roll writing this song. It had finally sparked something exciting in you. Maybe writing something your mom would detest was what you needed to do more often. She only ever wanted a breakup ballad or an upbeat song. The songs that you loved most though were the ones that pulled from your soul, explained the pressure you were under. They were the flowers that bloomed in your darkest parts, picking them and presenting them hoping someone would understand you. 

As you worked Joel sat on the stool on his phone, or worked away on his laptop you’re sure filling out reports for the day. You couldn’t help but stare as he worked. It made your song writing take exponentially longer, but he was just mesmerizing. You’d never felt a pull like this to anyone. Maybe it was his mysterious demeanour or his unparalleled looks or even the sense that he was a bit dangerous. Any way about it he was off limits.

You knew everything in your head was off limits, but fantasies weren’t going to hurt anyone. Joel Miller was devilishly sharp and handsome, and you were going to be spending a lot of time together in the coming weeks. 

By the time midnight rolled around again you had the bones of a song and a headache to match. You yawned and stretches your back, it ached from being hunched over your notebook. 

“Right, well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed, Joel.” You closed your book and stood up. 

“Alright, have a good sleep. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall in the security room.”

You nodded taking him in one more time, his salt and pepper hair, tight fitting t-shirt and chiseled jaw sent you into a frenzy. 

“Anything else y’a need?” He looked at you confused. 

“Oh, uh no, goodnight!” You turned on your heels embarrassment flooded your system. 

This was a bad crush, but when he looked at you it was electric. No matter what you felt when he looked at you, you’re sure it was one sided. Your fantasies had to stay just as they were, no matter what.

track two

tags: @joelsversion @tightjeansjavi @pedgeitopascalreads @wand-erer5 @orcasoul @quality-lust @bearsbeetsbeskar (once again new fic new tag list, if you'd like to be added lmk, if you want to be tagged in everything i post just lmk, i don't wanna tag anyone who doesnt want it 🥺❤️)

[scribocs]

Introducing The Blots

Little intro post on here, for both myself and my OC inkblot! (And a few of his many variants).

☆ABOUT:☆

》 Inkblot is a multi-dimensional 'anomaly' who exists in any universe he is drawn or written into, which creates another variant or 'blot'. These blots exist in a collective, and are able to see through other blots eyes and share some memories/emotions/thoughts, but are also able to have/form their own individual personalities, beliefs, values, etc.

》 Most blots choose to take on their own name, using the convention "___blot", where ___ is somehow related to their occupation, aesthetic, talent, universe, etc. (Ex: Angstblot, Villainblot, Croonerblot, Hostblot). They might also have nicknames or more conventional names.

》 Any blot who has their eye stalks and mics cut are unable to hear or speak to other blots in the collective. Any blot with blindness or other issues in their colorful eye are unable to see other dimensions, including from other blots perspective.

》 Blots are never born and do not age, they simply pop into existence wherever they are written or drawn. All blots are adults.

You can find more info about the anomaly concept as a whole here!

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I have a fandom blog where I've been posting mostly Garmadon-related stuff, and decided I wanted to make a separate blog for my original content! Mostly to create an archive of my WIP comic, Misblots, outside of tiktok. (I'm also planning to post it to Webtoon/Tapas eventually, so I'll probably use this blog to give updates on that as well!) Plus OC illustrations/writing and perhaps a lore ramble or two ✨️

[agent-aquato-and-co]

Damn bud. You good?

The plight of the cowboy is never over.

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minor update! This AU has gotten shifted to the left a little! This isn’t a plot thing or any sort of foreshadowing, just a funnypost to show that I’ve been updating my designs for Raz and Lili! And slowly cementing JT as being constantly haunted by his straightman role in the narrative, because I think it’s funny to bully him!

also consider, like, the first panel of this ask non canon, now.

Raz and Lili’s new (wip-ish) designs will be under the cut! I’ll do my best to update their intro pages and the icon according… eventually!

Hey! I know them! Not shown: Raz bag with a ton of pins (I will NOT get rid of his collection of family pins. I would never)

[ginkuki]

Hello hello ily how about venom for the wip folder game???

heeey lovely thank u so much for asking about this one xoxo venom is my. well. venom au. featuring symbiote gaara who is absolutely putting lee through HELL with his curiosity about reporoduction. essentially it's 'what if we explored each other's bodies except our body is the same body'

i'm going to have to find a segment that isn't vaguely hole-y because most of it is..... graphic.

update: the only thing i could find was the intro SO INTRO IT IS!!

Symbiosis isn’t something Lee ever thought he could grow truly accustomed to.

At first, yes, there was something unsettling about walking around knowing there was someone (something, more accurately) experiencing him simultaneously, that each and every sensation was no longer his own. Gai always said that a truly loving relationship felt like completing each other, like filling gaps until you couldn’t find where you started and your lover began - but Lee doubts he meant this.

Half a year into his new… merging, Lee doesn’t know if he could go back to life un-merged. His skull would feel too cavernous, his heart too large, his feet too ungainly and too uncoordinated. 

Without Gaara, Lee doesn’t think he’d even be himself anymore. Their shapes are poured around each other, holding them together, forming something so beautiful that Lee would only find a rough sketch were he to look in the mirror and find himself alone.

Though that isn’t to say there aren’t things he misses.

Namely, the near-constant adrenaline and fear and fighting for his life has worn off, and eventually, that was going to have consequences. He just wishes he didn’t realise it until he was at the convenience store, listening to Gaara decide whole-heartedly which marshmallows Lee’s going to buy them tonight, when a girl asks if she can sidle past.

“Of course!” Lee takes a big step back, bumping into the shelf behind him, and tries to avoid his own wandering eye. She’s pretty - soft dyed pink hair curling around her shoulders, warm green eyes, delicate pink, pink lips glossed ever so slightly. A tight workout jacket clings to her muscular shoulders, a pair of exercise shorts folded underneath the give of a generous…

Lee turns around completely, considers bashing his head against the metal shelf below him.

Hey, we weren’t done yet. You still need to pick up some of those tasty pink things, Lee.

Tasty pink things. Her lips - 

Responding to Gaara aloud in public tends to have unfavourable results. Decisively, Lee grinds his teeth together and snatches up a cup of noodles at random, storming over to the counter where Kakashi’s listlessly staring at a luridly coloured book.

We weren’t done-

“Just this, please.”

“Sure thing, kid. Looks like you’ve got exciting plans for the night.” Kakashi scans the noodles, eyes crinkling above his surgical mask to let Lee know he’s smiling. Or pretending to smile, at the very least.

…What’s this? Something odd is happening to us.

[ace-malarky]

intro post 2024

sup lads, it's been like two years and I figured the pinned post probably needed updating

wait it has almost exactly been two years that's hilarious

Anyway. some things haven't changed. Name's still Ace, no matter what I write on the notes I send to my old library

I'm always up for tag games and random asks!! throw 'em my way as you like :3

pronouns are in flux! predominantly they/them, sometimes it, occasionally he. It varies on the bit, but you probably can't go wrong tbh

we're - we're going to say early 30s. it's not wrong and it's better than this being outdated in a little over three weeks when it all changes once again

no I did not plan this, no I can't do a basic formal outline, I have to ramble. what did you think i wrote for.

Other Places I Can Be Found include twitter & instagram under more or less the same username

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Writing Focuses!

Everything is fantasy, everything is queer. Excerpts can be found under Writing Pieces

I'm largely jumping around between vaguely connected scenes and character work right now, but there's definitely a pattern!

mainly;

Soul of the Party - when a series of mysterious thefts sweep across town in the weeks before the annual tournament, Solaris is removed from the duelling tournament to avoid bringing attention to his cousin's family. Instead, he and his cousin and a band of Feral Mages investigate on their own and find a plot targetting one thief from Off-World (ft. four separate magic types, light crime, sword fights, mistaken (secret) identity, curiosity almost killing the cat)

Shapeshifter WIP - when things start getting tense between neighbouring countries, Syn volunteers to slip across the border and pass information back in an attempt to avert the looming war. They may have underestimated how hard it was going to be to go back when no one recognises them and their own best friend hates them (ft. pining, friends-to-lovers of the star crossed variety, hand wavy world building, questionable morality, questionable spying techniques, A Certain Level of Dumbassery, some Fucked Up Shapeshifting)

Dumb of Ass, Snake of Tits - a DnD story of a dragonborn monk who leaves their monastery to see the world, ends up with a Morally Dubious Courtesan for a travelling companion, gets cursed (twice), has a slight corruption arc, but somehow still comes out better than they started and with a boyfriend to boot (ft. travelling, fights, the unwillingness to wear a shirt in camp and making that everyone else's problem, other uses for bras when you don't have tits, revenge, What Sharp Teeth You Have, unquestioning kindness until it isn't kind, overthinking but eventually manage to communicate about it, slight pining, one vaguely horny dragon)

@dorksndisasters for the not-technically-dnd campaign that I run! The full first draft of the first arc is up there and I am currently editing to make it less stilted and transcriby

and, you know, the usual. Fair Folk, Superheroes, Pirates, Time Travel, WereCreatures, Winged Folk, Storytellers, Dragons, Vampires, Curses, Even More DnD. All of the WIPS can be found on this page and some of them are in this definitely out of date post here

I'm always up for answering questions about any of them, even if some haven't been touched in literal years. They're still growing mould somewhere in there. Branching out in ways I didn't conceive of.

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World Building

also a big ol' thing here, the main tag is world building but that isn't just my stuff in there, it's also a lot of reblogs

largely centered around the Mist Worlds which is where most of my WIPs are set. There is an Overview post, a Magic post, a bit on the Mist Itself, and also the Worlds (and a page where this is collated)

some bits are incredibly handwavy and made up on the fly, other bits I have been thinking Too Much about for Too Long

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Characters

Oh boy we got 'em. Occasionally can be found via rambles on Sundays (Thursdays, under new management) under the tag So It Ends

Syn and Maverick are competing for blorbo of the year right now and if a wip or specific characters aren't mentioned, these are probably who I'll answer ask games for

Syn - a distractable and mischievous shapeshifter who volunteers to be a spy because "pretending to be someone else is what I do" no we're not going to unpack that right now. they/them, big fan of antlers. also goes by Vale or Lance

Maverick - a frost dragonborn who's a little bit naive to the ways of the world and prefers to assume the best of people if they can. Likes to help, doesn't question as much as they should. Not quite an "everything happens for a reason" mentality, but certainly thinks that they got what they deserved at points. they/them, has been known to act without thinking on a number of occasions

[sm-writes-chaos]

Welcome to my little writing corner...

Hello peeps, tis I, Sm!

Fallen star but shining rock, a mountain of chaos of good or bad, but whatever character trope you may put upon me, I am just a mere traveler

Feel free to look around and make yourself at home!

Links:

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SMProject (eh don't really use it though) Pinterest: https://pin.it/6jQ7KxQ

A little bit about me:

You can call me Sm, she/her. Nicknames are fine! I love all things written, all things drawn, and all things animated. I love to collect things, whether they be rocks, plushies, or pens. I aspire to publish a book someday, and to become a screenwriter perhaps.

Hyper fixations: Arcane, Death Note, Saiki K, Studio Investigrave games, Bungo Stray Dogs, books, Project Sekai (VBS), Heathers, cartoons, Danganronpa (I haven’t finished the third game sue me,) mythology, alien stage

I’m gonna stop myself there

Inspirations: Charles Shultz, Dav Pilkey, Jonathon Auxier, Stuart Gibbs, Jules Verne, Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, Sappho, Miguel de Cervantes, like all mythology in general, Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Tags:

#writer thoughts - me being silly

#snippet - usually from HoF

#detached snippet - anything that isn’t from a current WIP

#doodles - any art that's mine

My Projects:

Hearts Of Fire: (HoF)

Progress: Writing 2nd draft ✍️

Norah is not one for introductions, but if you will know her name eventually, what's the point of hiding? The point is survival. Her village despises her, she's stuck looking after her drunken father, and she doesn't even know her mothers name. There is one light, her friend and mentor. This mentor talks of magical fortunes and smells always of fresh fruit, it was a dream. Until...one big fortune comes true, and Norah and the balance of the world is in danger. Thrown out of what she carved as her shell she treads the dangerous lands of the woods, searching for answers and solutions. If only a miniature nipping dragon, an amateur wizard, and her sworn enemy weren't following her. If only she could be alone, but for now, she keeps one foot in front of the other....Oh can those three be quiet-!

Full Intro: Here

Art by: @distortedsense

Tag List: Ask to be added or removed here

Header By: @firefly-graphics

TWUECUD: Thespians With Unregulated Emotions Cause Unregulated Drama

A sitcom inspired comic about seven weirdos in college!

Mikal and Jee pull pranks, Alison is anti-social, Vishal has failing grades, Nicole has anger issues, and Gage was in the wrong place at the wrong time. What do they all have in common? They were forced to join the theater club to make friends, led by the overly fast paced president Tylee.

Meet the characters here!

Read all the comics here!

I take scenario requests from asks

Ask to be on the taglist (Don't have a post for it)

Updates whenever I feel like it

Other: (Including short stories and random snippets)

A Girl

Random 1

Random 2

Pluto Hatched

The Wrong String of Fate

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I of course have tens of ideas lurking in notebooks, google docs, and my own brain, but am focusing mainly on HoF.

Feel free to ask anything about my projects, me, or just to say hi.

[encrucijada]

PÍA RAMBLES #8

you might have seen this post or this wip intro. i'm here to talk about this book because i think it's really cool @teddywriting and i wrote almost 40k words by simply playing dolls with our ocs.

(yes i will be using screencaps of before sunrise, 1995 for any and all subsequent updates regarding this project thank you very much)

what's weird about this book in particular is that, despite maripaz and theo taking up way too much space in my brain, it's also incredibly hard to talk about them?? i know every single detail about them down to what they might order to eat at a mcdonald's, and yet i feel no one outside from teddy and i really knows these characters. their lore is weird and a bit convoluted and explaining it feels like i'm trying to explain the plot of a television show with like 18 seasons of character development you just had to be there to witness to understand even a fraction of it.

but first some basics about the actual book

title: babylon boy (book 1 of the home habitat duology)

genre: literary fiction

category: i say adult because there will be no censoring of topics but in this first installment our protagonists are around eighteen years old. you might consider that ya but i wouldn't

a small summary: having independently run away from home for their own reasons, theo and maripaz meet while homeless on the streets and form an alliance of convenience to survive. while theo vehemently denies the drug addiction he’s nursing, maripaz tries to deal with the way both want and revulsion seem to exist in her at the same time. falling in love is probably the easiest thing they do.

teddy and i are co-authoring, as in we both write the words. they will be primarily working on theo's chapters and i will be primarily working on maripaz's chapters but we'll both be involved in fully crafting this story.

talking about your book is hard when all that happens in it is character work so even whether someone gets sick at one point feels like a spoiler you want people to be surprised by.

we created mari and theo in 2020 on a whim. i can't even remember what prompted it exactly. we wanted a new pair of characters to play with and we decided to make two assholes to bicker and be mean to each other. this iteration saw three reincarnations before we put the characters on the shelf and almost resigned ourselves to them being a miss... if not for one important detail... i really, really believed they should have kissed. this first version of them would eventually be known as the homeless au.

looking back it's Wild thinking about how different mari and theo used to be. we moved onto new aus to play around with, landing on a superhero-type beat that became their new canon for a while. we had fantasy and sci-fi and musicians and hadestown and the raven cycle (that last one did so much for us it's insane). every new thing we tried shaped them more and more until they were unrecognisable from their original versions. one day i really want to go through their threads from start to finish and look at that change in real time.

there was a new thesis to their characters and it was no longer "what if two awful guys with issues were forced together and tried to bite each other's heads off". instead we were looking at two characters that through every new incarnation became more sincere and gentle. they had meta-narrative character development.

(every new au also gave us more characters to populate the world including but not limited to theo's twin sister, maripaz's seven siblings, alex, philip, a whole lot of parental figures, a quirky cast of friends... but i'll talk about them some other time)

then i did it again. in the 2.0 version of the homeless au there was one scene i loved beyond words where an argument between our two protagonists resulted in maripaz punching theo right on the mouth. when she tried to swing a second time he stopped her hand and warned her that if she wanted to hit him he would hit back. they fought and the scene ended. i said to teddy: they should have kissed. we laughed and imagined how homeless au would go now that their characters had changed so much. we started thinking about it more and more until we were moving the pieces of their cinematic universe around to fit this new idea... and suddenly we had plot for a book that would revamp that original homeless au... and a sequel too! (but more on that second one another time)

teddy started a rp thread of what came right after the opening scene of babylon boy, where theo and maripaz would shoplift and he would steal the angel necklace she wore (<- this is important)... and we just kept going... and going. we'd already had a few keys scenes to work towards, one those being that punching scene that started it all, as well as the ending. teddy added two new scenes we began calling the halo scene and the church scene, and we moved something we called the pool scene into this book from another au. we just had to fill in the blanks... fill in the blanks we did.

these right here are the names i gave each individual thread of the roleplay-ification of babylon boy. their purpose is not so much to be chapter titles but to make specific scenes easy to find for future reference. though obviously i had to be a bit artistic about it.

i don't know if babylon boy will have chapter titles, and if they will have some sort of theme going on (usually i like just putting two words together to create some imagery). "angel face" is probably what i would title chapter 1, but i also hesitate on that decision because i think i would like to save angel for later.

these threads are less of a draft and more the skeleton of a draft, that's why i called it a draft 0. its purpose is to give teddy and i direction and reading through them i already know how i want to shift the timeline and how i'd rewrite some of the scenes to make them a lot better, but it did give us a great cause and effect look of things. the way teddy and i approach our roleplay threads is more loose than what i do with @on-the-river-lethe (with whom i'm currently roleplaying draft 1 of our book lupine trail and also a giant hunger games au). fluffy and i write responses between 1k-4k words, they are basically chapters. teddy and i instead do a quick call and response, mostly focused on dialogue, we build on top of each other and neither of us really knows where a thread will go when we start.

there are no actual non-roleplay words written for babylon boy thus far. teddy is in charge of chapter 1 as we open with theo's pov but we are both busy or focused on other things. right now we're enjoying the playing around stage of the process (which i don't see going away even once we start seriously writing, i know for a fact we'll probably do various roleplay-type passes to babylon boy).

you've probably noticed the christian imagery is rampant here. it happened kind of by accident and the already mentioned halo scene is entirely to blame for it. like i said, teddy and i have this very "yes, and," approach to storytelling together where we kinda build on top of what the other puts down. teddy gave me the description of one (1) scene where theo sees a halo of light around maripaz's head and i decided "well, this is now i thing that is here to stay". church scene really brought it all together and there is a scene in book 2 adeptly nicknamed the angel scene that is kind of the culmination of this.

the imagery is almost exclusive to theo's pov as mari is more the subject of the imagery than the one pushing it forward. teddy and i will be doing our most to fill this book with visuals: characters lined with stained glass windows, lights shaped like hearts, signs and graffiti that say meaningful stuff.

babylon boy, as the title suggests, is more theo's book. both he and maripaz have meaningful arcs but theo's is really at the core of it, mari takes centre stage in book 2 (titled gossamer girl). i think i talked about this somewhere before but the titles just kind of... happened. gossamer was relevant for that superhero au and it's just a word i really adore so i wanted to use it on the title. you can't go wrong with alliteration so gossamer girl it is. and because i love when books in a series match i had to do something with boy. like gossamer i adore babylon for some reason, and so we got babylon boy. i wasn't sure about that one because while gossamer girl made sense with the theme, what did "babylon boy" even mean, exactly? teddy came in clutch and analysed the title for me. they connected it to theo's drug addiction and now i can't think of any two titles that are more perfect for this series.

like i said, there are no actual words written for this book so sadly i cannot share any excerpts. but i will share

Festival was very much the result of teddy and i having just watched before sunrise, 1995

we watched before sunrise, 1995 because the mannerisms of the two leads reek of maripaz and theo

"until a miracle happens" became a recurring thing said in the draft and it wrecked me

Our Fears is probably my favourite thread both thematically and visually. followed closely by Church Angels, though that one is mostly visually

The Pool is the longest thread with about 90 responses and all of it is beautiful. i would probably consider it the companion to Our Fears

"mutual pining they're both just idiots"

the closing image is probably my favourite one of the book

the core themes are very much trust, love, and communal help. we've got such an array of npcs who simply... help. i love the human race.

i'll probably do another update before we start properly writing talking about maripaz and theo as characters specifically. a bit of a crash course on who they are, really.

anyway. i'm giving you a golden star if you read all of that ⭐ do ask me or teddy about this story!! we'd be happy to talk about it. or even just about the characters.

cheers, pía