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ravensilversea · 26 days

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Writing Patterns Meme

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Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @hopeswriting! I have a nice spread of fics here, across multiple fandoms and from more serious fics to more cracky fics:

1. It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. - Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid (Peanuts/KHR)

2. Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. - The Art of Butterfly Photography (KHR)

3. Reborn wants to commit Skull’s body to memory. - Renew our vows of love (and forget the sad, dull pain) (KHR)

4. “You don’t remember me…?” Fives’ smile shakes, and he takes a step back. - But I with mournful tread (Star Wars)

5. The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. - Victory Comes Late (Star Wars)

6. Tsuyoshi runs a cloth over the blade of his sword, and Nana pours a bottle of handmade sake over the bodies before dropping a match on them. - Love in the Time of Zombies (KHR)

7. Swirls of steam rise from the mug of tea resting on a tattered crochet coaster. - Let the Rain Kiss You (KHR)

8. “You could go back, you know,” Aloy says in the middle of looting a supply chest. - I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose (HZD/KHR)

9. “Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. - Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) (KHR)

10. Nie Mingjue has little warning before a sharp whip-crack and flickering purple light fills the alley he’s using as a shortcut to his brother’s rehearsal. - All's Fair in Love and War (The Untamed)

What have we learned?

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Ngl, I kind of expected more dialogue opening lines 😂 I feel like I default to those as a way to just jump right in to a fic, but clearly if I do, it doesn't survive past edits and rewrites. I think the overall pattern is that each opening line kinda sets the scene and overall tone of the fic. Like guess which of these lean more crack and which lean more serious, which are the fluffs and which are the angst, find the hidden smutty fic in there - There's two or three in this list that might throw a curveball or are kind of ambiguous, but for the most part...

(It's Ouija Board, Ouija Board does throw a curveball at the end XD)

It's honestly wild how consistent that is though. Because I write a variety of fics and fandoms, and I know I don't write the same for my more cracky fics as I do my more serious. Huh. I guess you can almost always know what you're getting into from my first lines 😂

I'm no-pressure tagging: @seijuurouxryuu, @immacaria, @masterdisastre and @onceabluemoonwrites, and anyone else who wants to play!

#taggy thing #raven's pen

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seitosokusha · 2 months

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Writing Patterns Meme

Tagged by @saunne

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Wait... last 10 updated fics (and then take chapter one?) or last 10 fics based on chapter 1 post date? :think: uhhh I guess probably... chapter 1 post date. That's what I'm going with HAHA

This just goes to show that there truly is never a dull day on the Astral Express. Phosphorus HSR, Lord Ravager!JY au

“Here you go, Bladie. I got you a picture of your cute boy toy while I was visiting,” Kafka says, leaning over the Blade’s shoulder to hand him the picture. flirting is dead, kafblade, "this is not a renheng fic"

The seat of Divine Foresight is destroyed, pillar crumbling, the tatter red material of banners fluttering down the ground. Before Dawn, hsr/khr fusion. "What does it take to break a Sky?"

You're not supposed to be able to betray your Sky. set if free, hsr/khr fusion, Sky!JY

No one on the Luofu will tell you this story. who decides what's right and what's wrong? omegaverse Dan Feng/Jing Yuan

Himeko’s day was off to a horrible start. the stars don't shine, they burn. omegaverse Dan Heng/Jing Yuan/Marshal Hua

“General Blade, thank you for allowing us to come along,” Welt says. Cold Burning, Blade/Jing Yuan, roleswap au

Today is the day. Luofu's Most Eligible Bachelor, Dan Heng/Jing Yuan

Bailu is beside herself. let there be light, let there be light, let me be alright, Dan Heng/Jing Yuan. Heliobi au

Stelle was a blank slate, still is. Imprints on the Soul, character study

BONUS Living on board the Astral Express is nothing like Jing Yuan expects. using legends to reshape me, using agony to reforge me, Dan Heng/Jing Yuan/Blade

What have we learned?

Hmmm so I favor with prose over dialogue for my first sentence. Typically I lean towards (hopefully) strong line to set the vibe/theme. Especially when it's to show what's different than other fics (i.e. using legends' first line tells you that JY is now living on AE or Cold Burning's first line tells you Blade is a General in this AU not a Stellaron Hunter.) Or sometimes a running joke. (i.e. Himeko is never having a good time in the stars don't shine, they burn.)

It's usually not a description of the scenery unless it's unusual scenery (i.e. Before Dawn)

Tagging: @adelmortescryche and @onceabluemoonwrites

#seitorambles #seitowrites #that was fun saunne haha thanks for the tag

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aerialflight · 9 months

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New Story

Title: flailing in love (help this man)

Category: BTS

Ships: Seokjin/Hoseok, Namjoon/Jimin, Yoongi/Taehyung

Summary:

“The point is, I am absolutely terrified of dating Hoseok since I’ve never dated before—”

“What?” Yoongi looks stunned, his resting face for once not mimicking a bored robot who can’t comprehend human stupidity. “What the actual fuck?”

Seokjin blinks. Oh. He forgot Yoongi’s not in the know.

“Yeah,” Seokjin sheepishly rubs the back of his head. “I’ve never been in a relationship before? Surprise?”

“How?” Yoongi demands, completely disbelieving. He gestures to all of Seokjin which, rude. It’s basic manners not to point at people. “You look like a fucking model! I don’t even like you and I think you’re hot.”

Seokjin wrinkles his nose like a five-year-old.

“I didn’t need to know that.”

Or, Jin doesn’t know what dating is but is determined to try and Hoseok doesn’t mind. At all.

Notes:

I don’t know how this happened, but I needed to vent my feelings and I channeled it through Jin, who I’ve slowly fallen in love with. It’s my first BTS fic so I’m kind of nervous about writing this and I hope people will connect to this version of Jin. Crossing fingers here. Also, there are quite a lot of personal anecdotes stuffed into this fic, which was the most fun part of writing this. Heck, the meet-cute between Hoseok and Jin actually is based off of a real-life experience I had hahaha!

Also, I’m gifting this to you @onceabluemoonwrites, this fic wouldn’t have existed without you. You’re an amazing beta and thank you for jumping into the rabbit hole with me hahaha!

Chapter 1 posted here!

#Fanfiction #AO3 #BTS #Jin #J-Hope #flailing in love (help this man)

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adelmortescryche · 6 years

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FMA Wrath!Roy AU

AN: Okay, hello hello! This is a bday gift for the very sweet @onceabluemoonwrites Happy 18th, Blue, we might have met relatively recently, but what a fun ride it’s been! I suppose I should have tried my hand at KHR for this, but that FMA alternate homunculus discussion of ours kind of led me astray. *wry grin* Here’s hoping you enjoy this? It’s a bit dark, and a bit introspective, but hopefully it’s enjoyable anyway.

Premise: What it says on the tin. An AU of FMA Brotherhood where Roy is the next Wrath after Fuhrer Bradley is eliminated, much like the previous Greed before Greeling happened. This changes some things.

There are few things that Roy remembers from… before. It’s easier to have forgotten, really, it’s been long enough that he wishes he didn’t remember anything at all.

He doesn’t exist in limbo, though. Not with Maes and Riza and the others still sticking by his side, even after the oddness of how just how quickly he’d been fast-tracked onto a path that would lead him straight to Fuhrer. The only reason he’s not already sitting in the seat is that it would’ve been too damned suspicious for him to have earned it as quickly as he had. Especially after their previous Fuhrer had been taken down under suspicious circumstances during the war.

Good riddance, Maes had muttered, squeezing his shoulder at the funeral. It had taken every fucking bit of sentimentality and love he had for his best friend to not give into the rage that had reared its ugly head in his gut, demanding that he snap his fingers and roast the other man alive where he stood.

Roy had disappeared with the Fuhrer, and another state alchemist on the ground. The other ‘state alchemist’ had been Envy, obviously, there to take out Bradley. Roy had been dragged along in the crossfire, a convenient body that they’d sacrificed to have a useful pawn. Nowhere near as good as what had been done to Bradley and others that had been picked and groomed for the role, according to Pride, but still better than the common stock.

He wished every day that he’d been more common than not. He doesn’t remember what it felt like to not feel fury singing through his veins at every waking moment, almost like a call to arms. Something tells him that he’d been calmer, more prone to humor before. Maes certainly seemed to think so, he cracked more jokes than necessary, constantly trying to get Roy to ‘lighten up’. When that didn’t work, he tried plying Roy with good whiskey in hopes that that would work instead, much to Gracia’s amusement with them both.

It didn’t.

Wrath’s voice in his head is… strange, in that it doesn’t really change him. It made him irate almost all of the time, like heat simmering beneath his skin. It made him beholden to Father’s whims in a way that was infuriating all on its own; enough so that he could understand why Bradley had taken a wife. Good images aside, it gave him a life outside of the humunculi’s machinations. It’s almost enough to make him pity his predecessor. Wrath makes him more impulsive – which probably isn’t a good thing, seeing as his specific brand of alchemy was on a hair trigger as is.

It also gave him a much higher physical prowess than before. Father himself thought it best to avoid the saber; that had always been Bradley’s signature, after all. Roy had found his mouth opening to confess that Maes would definitely smell the rat if Roy took up the sword at any point. The battle of wills that followed that confession had nearly ended in an order for Maes’ death. Roy suspected the only reason it didn’t was because Father had gotten bored. And hadn’t felt like breaking in a new minion quite yet.

So Roy had stuck to hand to hand combat, training himself slowly over the years until people started noticing a definite shift in his abilities. Riza had found it… amusing. But also relieving, since he’d finally addressed the one thing that had left him vulnerable in a fight if anything ever happened to his spark gloves.

Pride had jokingly suggested that he tattoo his arrays onto the backs of his hands, like Kimbley had before him. WrathRoy had smiled back at him politely, holding onto the urge to burn his elder brother to a crisp for even suggesting that option.

Oh, the other homunculi, his siblings, all knew exactly how to get a rise out of him.

About the only good thing that had come of his situation was the fact that he’d been given free rein to protect the Elric brothers in their quest. Roy had taken one look at their home, another at Ed and Al and had known. Known that they were sacrifices. He hadn’t known them, not then, not yet, but he’d known that they would be important.

In retrospect, it just figured that Al would be the first to find out.

Roy felt a tired smile tug at his lips as he walked closer to the boy, the hulking height of his armor notwithstanding. He was almost quivering in place; Roy suspected he might have been crying if he hadn’t been stuck as a soul tied to metal.

“Sir. Sir, please- Brigadier-General-”

“Orders are orders, Al,” he murmured, crossing the shallow water between them in what must have felt like the blink of an eye.

The kid screamed, and tried to get his hands up in defense to protect the girl hiding within him.

It wouldn’t be enough. Not against Roy. It hadn’t been enough at Ishval, it wouldn’t be enough now. Nothing ever was, anymore.

“You,” spat Ed later on, slamming his way into Roy’s office, “made my brother cry.”

Roy glanced up slowly from his paperwork, raising the single visible brow he had left to his name. He wasn’t sure what his face must have been radiating, but whatever it might have been, Ed scowled and slammed the door shut behind him.

Not that that would be enough to quell the curiosity of his team. It was enough to make Roy sigh, leaning back in his seat and lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Did it occur to you, Fullmetal, that it might have been better to not approach me after I made you brother cry?”

That it might have been better to not approach him at all, really. Because, this? Complicated things. Why did his subordinates have to be such reckless fools. Even when they didn’t have all the facts. Maybe especially then.

Fullmetal just snorted, though, not even bothering to sit down, instead towering over Roy’s desk, waiting until Roy actually looked up at him again. When Roy did look up, he was met with a splendid sneer that made Ed’s face screw up to an amusing extent.

He had to hide his smirk with some real effort. The Elric brothers never disappointed, did they.

“Wow. You’re not even fucking denying it, are you, fuckface.”

“Language.”

“You’re a fucking- you’re a homunculus, you killed Al’s friend, you made him cry, and you’re telling me to mind my language?” Ed asked incredulously, making Roy roll his eyes.

“When you put it that way, it certainly sounds ridiculous. No, not so loud, Edward.” he raised his voice in warning, eyes going narrow in his head when Ed tried to protest. Roy’s use of his name must have registered even if the tone hadn’t, because he subsided immediately, if with a scowl.

“Edward,” he repeated, trying to gentle his voice, “this is older than you, and a whole lot more complicated than it looks on the surface. You… really shouldn’t have come here. Not about this.”

“Why? You gonna kill me too?” bastard, went unsaid. Roy stared him down, unflinching, even when Ed’s hands fisted on top of the desk.

When he didn’t get an actual, verbal response, Ed shifted in place, uncomfortable. And still visibly angry. Wrath’s temper ticking away inside him sat up just a little, beginning to take notice, but Roy tamped it down. It was thankfully willing to listen, for once. It always had been, when it came to Ed and Al. Maybe it was because they were children, maybe it was because they were sacrifices, maybe it was because Ed…

“I,” he said after a long, taut moment, “have killed many a man, woman and child in my time. Many, Fullmetal. Not because I’ve wanted to, but because I was under orders to do so, and most of those times, I couldn’t say no.”

“That’s bullcrap-” Ed cut in, incensed, but his mouth shut with a click when Roy brought an open palm down on the surface of the desk, the sharp sound easily cutting through the stillness of the room.

“I,” Roy repeated, sotto voce, “Couldn’t say no. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen here if you don’t keep your mouth shut and listen.”

Wonder of wonders, the boy actually listened. Looked particularly mulish while doing so, but he didn’t look like he was going to cut in again. Deciding that that warranted at least some give on his part, Roy tugged off his eye patch with a sigh, blinking a few times and rubbing around the socket until the tight feeling lessened. When he glanced back at Ed, the ouroboros mark bare on his face, the boy was staring back at him with narrowed eyes.

“If we’re not really fucking careful, we’re both going to die.” He said, bland, a hard smile slitting across his face when Ed started at the swearing. “Because we’re both expendable at this point, Edward, you less so than me. So drag a seat up close, and tell me what you know.”

He might not remember much of what he used to be, before. But one thing he did remember was that Roy Mustang might have been a dog, but he sure as hell didn’t bow down in front of people who wanted to kill his people.

Wrath didn’t change that. Wrath just made him hit faster and harder. Wrath didn’t lie to Father, no, but it allowed Roy to get away with leaving certain things unspoken. Wrath hated being used about as much as Roy did, really, and where Bradley had been trained to take it, Roy certainly hadn’t. Conspiracy apparently ran in all their bloodstreams, waiting to stick it to their creator.

The first time he met Greed after he and the Xingan Prince figured themselves out, the other sin laughed and laughed and laughed. Long and hard. Much to Ed’s exasperation.

Roy just smirked through the red veil falling over his vision, and tried not to kill the fool on the spot.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #alternate universe #roy mustang #edward elric #alphonse elric #elric brothers #homunculi #wrath!roy #fma wrath!roy au #happy birthday blue #onceabluemoonwrites #my writing #here's hoping a few people find this interesting #that said it's a gift fic so #gift fic #fic: wrath!roy au

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khrshoutouts · 6 years

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@onceabluemoonwrites

#onceabluemoonwrites #blog rec #fic rec

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daisugazine · 3 years

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Today we're introducing another of our writers, OnceABlueMoon / @onceabluemoonwrites! Her writing style is so soft and sweet! Really hits you with the feels!! Look forward to her piece in the zine!

You can read the full fic here: LINK

🌿SOCIALS: Tumblr | Twitter | Ao3

#haikyuu!!#ハイキュー #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #daisuga #daisuga zine #haikyuu zine #anizine #fanzine

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thenanamicookbook · 3 years

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The amazing @onceabluemoonwrites takes us back in time with her heart warming fic, to Nanami's teen years and how he learned how to use his ratio technique (plus the mishaps along the way!) 🗡️ 🥕

Order your copy of Chop It Like It’s Hot today!

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#jujutsu kaisen zine #jjk zine #nanami kento #jjk daily #fanzine #signal boost #jjk #preorders #onceabluemoon

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kurisus · 4 years

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I’m new to the Noragami fandom and recently fell in love with Yato and Hiyori together! I read through all your fic recommendations and loved them so much.... do you have any more fics that you follow recently or that have taken your fancy? Thank you so much if you decide to answer! I love your blog <333

Ahh, welcome! I’m glad you enjoyed my fic recs and that you enjoy my blog <3

As for fic recs, you’ve come to the right place >:) I’ve been meaning to update my list for 2020 so I can give you the scoop here. Thanks for giving me an excuse to yell about everyone’s writing.

My first suggestion is to check out the fics written for the Noragami Big Bang 2020. I was the head mod for the project and everyone, artists and writers, really brought their A-game. We also collectively produced just under 500k for the event so that’s really cool too!

I still haven’t finished reading through everything because I’m busy af but LISTEN THEY’RE GOOD

My personal faves from that event were:

moonfire by @relv07 (domestic Yatori fun times ft. Yato randomly catching on fire)

ghosting by @rizahawkaye (Yukine character study, ow ow ow ow)

sunrise by @celestial-nova (Bishamon origin story that kicks you in the feels with beautiful writing).

Definitely check out everything, though!

Outside of fics from the bang, I haven’t been reading too much but I do have a couple.

Beg Thy Lord the Stars Have Not Defied the Laws of Nature by @onceabluemoonwrites

Briefly explores Yato finding out he’s Tsukuyomi and choosing to run away from it with Yukine and Hiyori. Gorgeous, poignant, powerful prose. I love every word.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story by @relv07

I randomly quoted Hamilton on Discord, Arie disappeared for 24 hours, then reappeared to shoot me in the face with this. Future!Yatori fic that brought on the waterworks. Big ouch, pack tissues.

There are also a couple of fics that I haven’t read yet but have my eye on and those are as follows:

Crowns, Lanterns and Ayakashi by @smritz444 (Yatori Tangled AU, need I say more?)

bloom now, bloom free by vincentvangogh (Yatori hanahaki AU, I’m saving this for when I feel like causing myself undue pain)

And aside from all that I will also promo my own AO3 bc I recently finished yet another 50k Noragami fic no one asked for but that I felt like writing anyway. Also since my fic recs list last year I’ve posted...four things? Three for Noragami. That’s a record.

Thanks again for the ask! I hope this finds you well fed.

(Want my 2021 update? Click here!)

#Noragami #Noragami fanfiction #fic rec #Anonymous #ask

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haikyuutales-a-collection · 5 years

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Text Previews!

Hi everyone, ready for the next round of previews? Have a glimpse at the fics in each volume!

DAYBREAK

This was how he found himself swimming up to the surface, calling on his power to change his tail to legs, to wrap himself in a kimono made of the foam of the waves and the salt of the sea.

There was a man walking along the shore, just then. Even from afar, Keiji could see the tired slump to his body and the weary heaviness of his steps.

Keiji opened his mouth and began to sing.

- @theauthorish, The Siren and The Blacksmith

Can you hear it? A voice, a laugh, something creeping, beyond the rushing of the water. There’s something out there.

Or well, there used to be, before the North Wind came.

- @onceabluemoonwrites, The Wind Wife

There is a tale, one that has been passed from my great-grandmother to my grandfather and on down the line, persisting throughout generation by generation.

A tale of learning to trust. A tale of give and take. A tale of willingness to sacrifice anything for friendship. A tale of love born of friendship, and of friendship persisting through love.

- @cheetahleopard, As Green As The Forest He Left

EVENTIDE

Glowing salves and shimmering potions sat next to stones that seemed to suck in the light, and those sat next to bottles of carved beads and wispy clouds of smoke in colors smoke ought not to be; there was more, so much more, and Kenma felt overwhelmed enough to want to turn tail and head home. Movement in the corner of his eye made him start, and he almost followed through--

But no, it was just a cat. It blinked at him, irises gold and stark against its midnight fur like a harvest moon in the evening sky.

- theauthorish, In the Cat's Eye

Our story starts with the moon. Obscured by a receding storm cloud, it hangs low in the sky, a thin crescent staring at all that happens below it. It has always been adept at watching, observing humanity and the coils of mortality far beyond it, an immortal presence, revered and feared all at once.

- @silverliningslurk, Moon and Mortal

The swan snorted at him, folding the cloak carelessly and spreading it across a low-hanging tree branch. He reached for his obi, surprisingly nimble fingers undoing it with little trouble. “Are you going to keep starin’ at me, dryad, or are you going to go on your way?” There was a threat in every syllable, like the wrong answer would end badly for Shigeru.

-theauthorish, How The Hamadryad Caught A Thief

#haikyuu tales #haikyuu #fanfic #fic preview #zine preview #fantasy

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onceabluemoonwrites · 9 months

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Posted my #hsr fic Unburied Gods! Akivili has many faces and unburied gods live forever! You can find the fic here!

#hsr #dan heng #march 7th #stelle #fic #himeko #welt yang #onceabluemoonwrites fic #astral expres crew #hsr fic

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ditchedxxx · 5 years

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21 questions

I'm late I'm so sorry vslndjwndks.

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Nickname: Katie. Sometimes Kates?

Zodiac: I'm not sure if you mean starsign or the chinese year thing, so I'm doing both. I'm a libra, born in the year of the dragon lmao

Height: 4'11 and 3/4 shut up i'm tiny

Last movie I saw: Bleach, the Diamond Dust Rebellion lol. My dad just downloaded it and I had nothing to do so.

Last thing I googled: Uh. A recipe for afritada bc my dad wanted that for dinner.

Favorite musician: ooohhh that's so hard I listen to a lottttt of artists. I think rn the answer is Jojo, because I've loved her music since I was little! Too little too late was my jam as a kid, and god, did I love her newest albums. Oooooh and the updated old ones? The 2018 versions of leave (get out) and too little too late... so good.

Hm. I gotta add tho bc Sara Bareilles and Michelle Branch are right up there with her. 3 year old me could sing Michelle Branch's Breathe, and i still throw it on when i feel senti. Sara bareilles music makes me feel soooo much and i love her.

Song stuck in my head: Ghost of You by 5SOS. It inspired an angsty fic that I'm gonna plot tonight, and probably shelve for future use after I finish my zine piece and my other chapterfics.

My other blogs: oof okay. @apieceforthewrongpuzzle is my studyblr. I don't use it much and mostly reblog, just for resources and helpful tips. @themundanebeautyproj was for a school assignment and I haven't deleted it bc i use it to save posts i want to find easily since i dont use it as often-- ergo, less reblogged shit to scroll through. And @haikyuutales-a-collection is the blog for my haikyuu folktales zine! I'm currently taking a short break from the PR since I don't have discord access, but follow that blog if you wanna be updated about the zine's progress and see sneakpeeks and stuff later on in the creation process!

Do I get asks: I've had a few. Some on anon, most from friends. I wouldn't mind more though!

Following: uhhhhhhh 524...? Whoops

Followers: 80! Wow that's a lot. Thanks guys!

Amount of sleep: usually 8-10? All i know is almost always, regardless of what time i fall asleep, i wake up around 9ish. Recently, anyway.

Lucky number: i've always really liked 7.

What I'm wearing: an "okay? Okay." Shirt that has two sad little cuts in the bottom left from who knows where and black and green sports shorts-- yknow, the weird holey ones.

Dream job: teaching, or something involving museums or libraries. Editing would be nice too.

Dream trip: honestly? Anywhere. I'd love to visit more asian countries tho, especially japan and korea!

Favorite food: bacon or chocolate! Also rice. Fuck yeah rice is great

Play any instruments: i briefly tried to learn guitar but soon gave up. So no. I sing tho.

Languages: English is my mother tongue, obviously, it's what I grew up speaking, but I have a pretty decent grasp of Filipino (mostly comprehension, my grammar is shit). I also know very very basic Mandarin. Not a lot. Briefly tried to use duolingo for french so i have a smattering of vocab in that language. I also once had a phase where i tried russian. I remember like. 2 phrases and nothing of the alphabet. Uh. I know some ASL? Like. 5-10 signs and fingerspelling only tho.

Favorite songs: ..... don't ask me this. I listen to a Lot

Random facts:

I'm Catholic, but not super devout

I sometimes write poetry

You can't see them unless you're rightttt up in my face, but i have some freckles on my nose and cheeks. They're hidden by my dark-ish skin tho.

I like to lick my lollipops slow and whatever idk, and i only eat orange ones

I studied STEM in my last 2 years of hs and hated it, my whole class knew I should've gone humanities bc that's where my passion was

I discovered I liked writing in 7th grade a week after I turned down an invitation from the writing club to join the invitational science club instead. I didn't have much fun. (Seems like foreshadowing....)

I was once in the top 24 students for math in my grade level-- out of 280 students give or take. Only for 4th and 5th grade tho.

Uh. My SAT score was 1440?

Lol they're all acads related bc i went to visit my old school today and have no idea what else to say.

Bonus-- describe yourself as aesthetic things: polaroids and old letters, open notebooks and fountain pens, calligraphy inks in bottles lined up on shelves. Sunsets through windows and a girl with her arms spread wide in the rain. Also fairy lights and lanterns. A single knife blade. Headphones.

Okay! Tagging is hard. I tag!!! @mooifyourecows @sugaandyams @i-am-a-bit-of-a-crank @rootnjoons @lovetinted @cheetahleopard @tentaclebubbles @tendous-satoris @that-one-guy-in-naruto @onceabluemoonwrites @tottwriter @raincloud10 @satans-little-rabbit @cathxstra @glitch-writes @icannotbebotheredanymore @kenmagoesblep @cubistemoji andddd idk im out of ideas for who to tag wow ok.

Just do it if you want!!!!

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