How it started: *Browsing for a movie to watch last night.* The Lost City (2022). Hmm, don't recall hearing much about that. Sandra Bullock and Channing Tatum? OK. Romance novelist and cover model get thrust into a jungle adventure due to kidnapping. OK, that sounds worth a try.
How it's going: (in discussion of the AU of Mr. Quinn having a romance-novel-writing hobby:) "And, lo, in the midst of his turmoil, Finn heard a voice echoing out of the heavens (sounding remarkably like Elias, although Elias was sound asleep on the other side of the campfire), saying "Have you considered just letting them peacefully enjoy each other's company for a while with no ninjas? Huh?! Maybe share a home-cooked meal and then later a kiss that they're not gonna second-guess and get all weird and sad about? You ever think about that?!?!" And as he got up to do an extra patrol in case the ninjas had figured out how to disguise themselves as mysterious sky voices, he also started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, Elias really could feel the same about him."
The Discord chat has been wild (delightfully so).
If any allos sensed a disturbance in the Force last night, it might have been the three aspecs "yes, and"-ing absurd "romance" plotlines about the fictional characters/alter egos of a fictional ace romance novelist who has zero canonical links to either romance novels or being ace. If it's any consolation, at least one of our (also fictional) presumed-allo characters is pretty upset about it, too.
@darkfinch @wolves-in-the-world
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unintentional- thoma
[random writing event] | requested by anon
It was a breathtaking sight. With the full moon up high without a speck of clouds to the way the moonlight illuminated the ocean down below, you found your breath stolen away. It was rare to have such a clear night in your homeland. The sands of the desert often colored the sky in a dirt-colored haze as the cold often made it difficult to stay out for long.
You had arrived in Inazuma a month prior as a diplomat from Sumeru. During your month stay, you had a splendid time. The Shirasagi Himegimi and her assistant, Thoma, were there to show you around and explain the various aspects of Inazuman life and culture. There was much you learned and hoped to take back home with you to Sumeru.
And dare you say it, though this was a diplomatic mission, you couldn’t help but feel you made some friends along the way. Both Ayaka, as she asked you to call her, and Thoma were incredibly kind. Though they were only tasked of showing around during the day, you often found yourself with them late into the evening simply chatting. There was even one night they invited you to hot pot!
So as your trip was coming to a close, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. You weren’t ready to leave yet. There was still more you wanted to see. If you decided to come to Inazuma on your own for vacation and not for work, you wondered if they’d host you once more. Glancing at your companion to the side, you smiled.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked with a twinkle in your eye.
When you asked that question, you really didn’t expect much, only for him to agree. It was a simple question, after all, one without any deeper meaning. So imagine your surprise when, instead of agreement, you were met with a wide-eyed Thoma and a few blushing housekeepers that happened to be walking by. Nothing could stop the start of panic that was beginning to tighten your chest.
“Did… I say something wrong…?” You asked hesitantly.
Thankfully Thoma was quick to recover.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Don’t–”
He was suddenly cut off when one of the housekeepers rushed over and smacked him with a washcloth.
“Don’t just brush off their feelings, Master Thoma! They were brave enough to confess how they feel on such a beautiful night. Show them the respect they deserve!”
Your jaw dropped as the housekeeper then rushed away to peek at you both from behind the corner with the others. You felt tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. Oh archons, you really did say something wrong. What in the world did you confess? What did the moon symbolize in Inazuman culture? That you were having a bad time? That you hated him!?
And Thoma, poor Thoma. He seemed just as caught off guard as you. His cheeks were flushed and his posture tense. Was it because of what you said? Yes, it definitely was. You said something completely wrong that ruined your friendship with him.
“Whatever I did, I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean it,” you stuttered. “I… I’m going to head in. Goodnight, Thoma.”
“Wait, I–”
Ignoring the way he reached out to you and called your name, you then rushed back to the comfort and security of your room.
You could not apologize enough that it was only after that misunderstanding was cleared late the next morning that the housekeepers finally let poor Thoma off the hook.
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if i were more devious id browse recipe blogs and steal their entire life stories to base my books off of. how are you gonna prove that? how are you gonna even notice that? are u really gonna fight me in court over this? is there even evidence i read your french onion soup recipe let alone made it? what if im allergic to onions? youd look insane
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what are your future projects? 👀 i love your writing and i'm super excited already
ooh ooh ooh i'm so glad you asked, have a little snippet
“Let me guess,” he heard a sarcastic voice say as soon as he opened his office door, and he barely threw Marlene a glance before throwing himself down into the flimsy office chair that wasn’t made for someone of his size. He’d been meaning to upgrade for two years now. “But Professor Lupin says …”
“For fuck’s sake,” Sirius groaned heavily, practically a shout, as he rolled his head back over the headrest, which only came up to his shoulders, despite all the adjusting he’d tried to do. “If I hear Lupin’s name one more time this term, I think I might stab someone in the face. And you’d be the closest.”
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