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I have an anonymous fic that I somehow managed to write exactly 800 words.

Have that ever happened to you guys?

If I had the motivation to write again I would write an MHA fanfic. I don't know about what, but definitely one of those fics "What if that happened differently" and probably Izuku centered.

Probably a villain!deku fic because I can't find any good ones that are completed.

welcome! stay a while <3

about me !

ash | 17 | autistic

what i will post !

my writing ( fanfics & smau’s ) ( i will soon make writing request rules, right now i’m just working on my own things 🥸 )

reblogs of my fav fics & art ( but most reblogs will be on my other account @reblogforeblogsake )

art (fan art i’ve made) , but that’s will be mostly on this account @artfromtheashes )

likes !

my hero academia (current hyperfixation )

fav characters : ochako uraraka, himiko toga, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, mina ashido, mei hatsume, hitoshi shinsou, eijiro kirishima, touya todoroki, keigo takami, shota aizawa, hizashi yamada ( but honestly everyone )

fav ships : togachako, bakudeku, erasermic

yellowjackets

fav characters : lottie matthews, laura lee, shauna shipman

fav ships : lottielee, jackieshauna

the disastrous life of saiki k ( never gonna give it up… never gonna let you down…🤓 ) ( sorry. don’t hate me. )

fav characters : kusuo saiki, shun kaidou, riki nendou, kineshi hairo, kokomi teruhashi ( basically everybody !!!! )

superstore & b99 : fav sitcoms, especially b99 at the moment

music : … i just love music 😵‍💫 (i’m big on big thief, mitski, fiona apple, chappell roan…)

editing, i edit on tiktok under a different username than here!

stickers… stickers..

avatar the last airbender : what can i say! it’s the best thing ever made 🤷

gravity falls, because of course!

horror movies & horror media : i don’t watch enough movies, i’m trying to watch more!! but i’m obsessed with the dead meat youtube channel and the kill count !!

the amazing world of gumball : actually never letting this go. i love it okay. it’s so funny.

the sims 4 : i haven’t played in so long cause of my shit computer 😔 but hopefully i can again soon! i miss CAS…

don’t likes / dni’s !

racist, homophobes, transphobes, ableism, bullying, pro/dark shippers, accounts that promote ED’s and SH, prominently NSFW accounts ( suggestive is fine, but if you only post nsfw and not safe for minors content it would be best to not to follow me as i am a minor )

i hope you’ll enjoy my blog and all my creations !!

Dream

"I want to sleep for the rest of my days, because in my dreams is the only place where I have you alone for me and with me; where your love belongs to me and only me."

He held her cold hands, with the intention of heating them as he wore them slowly towards his face. Seeing the confusion in his gaze, he clarified.

"Do not confuse, my beautiful lady, dream forever and dying, then, I do not want to die, but neither live without you, then I will allow myself to dream."

She opened her mouth slightly to refute, but no complaint came out. He continued to extend his idea, in a more delicate, almost ironic tone if it was compared to the message.

"And if I were dying, we both know that your purity will take you to a clear paradise, instead, me, perverse and broken, I deserve a darker destination, if it exists. Rotound irony, as I'm separated from the love of my life, even in death."

original work, I think I'm projecting haha

“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.”

— Deb Caletti

All the times I have fallen in love with you ✧

I don't get what people mean as falling in love. They claim it as a one-time happening with an specific person. I can't relate to them, since I have fallen in love with you endless times.

One of them which I clearly remember, on a rooftop. Gray clouds wandering above us, but my life had never been so colorful.

We were laying, then you said "close your eyes", I did. "Wait for the raindrops", I waited. It was drizzling so quiet and soft, it reminded me of you. After checking if I was following the lead, you closed your eyes too.

"I like this feeling, they feel like small kisses, don't you think?" I whispered a yes, focusing on the droplets so I could understand you more. "They wash all your thoughts. We are loosing power over something so beautiful, soothing, and we just need to be quiet and breathe through it".

I relate at your words, but not exactly, though. You're enjoying the drizzle while I realize, realize, realize.

And, dear God, I started to shake, tremble, the air leaving my lungs can't be good, the goosebumps on my neck, chest, heart, then my entire world crumbles, utterly destroyed by my longing for you.

Yet I couldn't care less, indeed, I'm pleased, because that means that the previous universe where I used to be, no longer exist. In its place it's just you, and your loving smile.

The realization of my love sat heavily on my chest while I could feel you caressing my cheeks, touching my hands, even though you were far from me. Maybe you are in the droplets, soaking my mind.

"You have to promise me something" I heard you say, quick to agree. "You'll love this, and everything I have loved and will love" I remained quiet, looking at you for clarifying, and your eyes are still closed but you added, "therefore, you will love me, for what I am are all the things I love, and you will forever be with me, 'cause then I would not be just a body" you opened your eyes, "I'll be, through you, in the rain, the sky, the Sun, flowers and all I could imagine". We locked eyes, I simply agreed, then you smiled.

Although I don't move while looking at you, my pounding heart made me realize the fact that I wouldn't have minded if in that rooftop you moved a bit closer to me, to my thoughts, to my soul.

Maybe then you'll see I'm not so far of our promise.

This is an original work, please don't copy!

Any advice or opinion is appreciated ✧

Writing year 1 : Let me open a word document maybe my notes app

Writing year 3 to 9 : here are all my different apps I use them for character sheets and writing and formatting and timelines and

Writing year 10 : let me open a word document and maybe my notes app

So if you are normal, here, you should have said something like, WHAT???

Me, in my very serious uni paper

What I say in my paper: it cannot be said that emotional and moral complexity was absent from literature before the psychological novels

What I mean : if you EVER talk shit about my boy Claudas I will personally fight you.

What I say in my paper : this is an oversimplification that could almost be considered incorrect because of the lack of sources and hard evidence but it allows for a succinct explanation and a clearer point

What I mean : my mom is going to read this and if you’re making me write out the actual explanation for this you’ll be the one picking up the phone when she doesn’t understand

Today on things I wish I could actually say in my masters dissertation :

The religious texts sound weird because they are full of references like and then THIS GUY! showed up, and THIS GUY! is clearly super important, because he is hyped up for a full paragraph but then you get absolutely no detail on THIS GUY! it's just, And then it was HIM, wink wink. You know. HIM. THIS GUY WE DEFINITELY ALL KNOW ABOUT.

My dissertation if I didn't have to be a professional about it : you liked unreliable narrators, you loved dissecting author bias, what if I told you there was a THIRD SECRET THING THAT'S EVEN BETTER!!

When I say "I am a writer, but I'm a researcher first", one would assume that means I write smarter than other people.

It just mean my coffee shop AU and PWP comes with an attached bibliography.

Intro post, hi! Hello!

I'm puckjay, he/him sometimes he/they, trans and somewhere on the aroace spectrum (I usually just say queer)

I'm a creative writing student, and I specialize in classic literature (so medieval and before)

Other than that I write mostly prose poetry, theater and sometimes novel-like things (and fanfictions). Currently I'm working on toxic gay wizards because I support gay wrongs.

Other than that I'm a huge ttrpg fan.

That's most of my personality right there.

"Stop that. You do not flirt with me." "What? Why?"

The answer was, "because I already like you when you pretend to not not like me", and all of the humiliating consequences sweet words would have on his heart and his dignity.

"Because you're bad at it," is what he said.

I have been running to you since my first steps I have been kissing you since my first kiss My Ithaca

"You like them?"

"Yeah. They make the place look alive."

"I'll try extra hard to keep them alive then [...] I'm not much of a green thumb."

Around them, pothos happily climb around on the walls, exotic plants thrive and orchids flower. Less care had been poored into a King's garden.

It doesn't MATTER if there is a WEIRD ELLIPSE in the TOXIC WIZARD YAOI novel I am writing for FUN. IT'S FOR FUN. THEY HAVE MAGIC BIRDS AND PLAY FANTASY ROLLER DIRBY. I CAN PUT ALL THE WEIRD ELLIPSES I WANT. I CAN ADD WEIRDER WORST ELLIPSES ON PURPOSE. NOTHING MATTERS.

On being gay (a poem I regret writing for class)

I am afraid someone will know. I am afraid they will smell the rotten thing in my mouth, on my hands, between my legs.

I'd like to proclaim this rotting growth is dying under bigotry and insults. But I grew around hatred, leaving a hollow shape that looks like kids carrying signs they can't read, holidays for mass I get dirty looks at, "sodomite" the worst thing to be called. My parched broken pieces embrace all too eagerly the sweet poison that smells like cow shit and magnolia.

"What have you done to my little girl", the sentence hovers, unsaid, the knife that is yet to be thrown, that already left a hole in my stomach. "What have you done to my little girl," dad, I'm going back to Ithaca.

Beyond the sea are the best part of me, the haircuts head in the bathtub that stinks of cheap dye and the tattoos I wanted when I was eleven. Behind the sea it's New York in 86.

It's unfurnished apartments, empty cupboards. It's glitter and luxury just a five fingers discount away, envy like ice cube in the spine, anger towards all the honest people who don't convert prices into week-worth-of-groceries. It's sewing in a makeshift workshop when you don't know how to sew, under the careful guidance of a makeshift mother. It's the teeth, the biting, the original sin behind the masks of decency. It's ambition, desperate, relentless, bloody.

I see it, my Ithaca, on a stage in Marseille, and in Arial 12, black and white, on a flimsy piece of paper ; someone saw a man love someone like me and thought,

"This love needs glitter, warm lights and electric guitars."

This poem deserves a steady voice, precise gestures and a perfect mastery that gives an air of clumsiness. It is so sincere, so raw, that tenderness, it needs a ballet of smokes and lights.

Jean Genet loved Abdallah Bentaga and it's like a broken raft in my odyssey. Because I too am a painted creature obsessed with my own spectacle, and when Jean loves Abdallah, it's like he loved me too. 

Even if we need makeup to conquer the unthinkable, the grotesque of what we are. Even if our Venus got murdered on a moldy mattress in a cheap motel ; on stage, in front of a full audience, an old man almost touches an adonis. Even if a man lays with a man the way one lays with a woman, they both did something terrible. Even if we are out too late at night, we go home bruised or we don't go home ; on stage, in front of a full audience, an old man almost touches an adonis.

But maybe we are wrong and they are right to try to save us. Maybe God is real and he hates me. Maybe there is something profoundly treacherous and vile inside of me. Maybe I will have regrets and admit that Oh wasn't Troy that much better? Wasn't there in this time of bloodshed, some kind of comfort? Oh the honors, oh the glory!

But there is Philippe Torreton, at night, in the theater, under warm lights and glitter showers. And holy shit how hot are we, we the faggots, when we love each other on stage. How fabulous for a man to love an artist, how tender, for a man to love a boy trying to kill himself.

I recognized Ithaca when I picked my name. I disown her every time I introduce myself.

"Antharès? Where is that from? Is it greek?"

I answer well actually ehm basically it's it's a star in ehm a constellation and ehm well it shines brighter than the others.

Anthares, it's Trans, actually. Just like Noah, Aiden, Eliott, Alex, Sacha, Ariadne and Jasmine. To the mean laughter waiting to happen, that's the answer. It's trans, and when I picked it it was meant to be obvious. To tell the whole world, fuck the tides, fuck election day, fuck the groundswells, I'm going back to Ithaca.

Not as Captain, but as a half baked writer not old enough to be a fuck up yet, in all the the stain of my obsessive perfectionism, my obsessive ambition, my obsessive pessimism. In all the forbiddance of what happens in my bedroom.

I count the coins of my entertainer's allowance that I put in kraft envelopes for the black priest that will mutilate the divine feminine off of my body. And all of Ithaca's ghosts count with me. They smell of dirty streets and hospitals, they are made of glitter and seafoam. If they send me to hell I'll suck Lucifer's dick like it's the body of Christ and I'll know if angels are circumcised.

Michelangelo saw David in a marble cube, and he saw me too like I was always there. I sculpt the curve of my shoulders with a needle, the flat of my chest with a kitchen knife. I learn my voice and how I smell. I learn with the sweet words of the poets how you say sweet words to a man when you are a man. From boys I learn to be a boy, how to behave and what to say ; what is a man on stage on what do I need to do to be applauded.

I make myself with powders and push ups and birthday presents a body Argos will recognize. I was always there, like the flour before the bread, like the grapes before the wine, like the mud before the home. I am Pygmalion. I am Galatea. My hands are the divine creation. I am going back to Ithaca.

I have been running to you since my first step

I have been kissing you since my first kiss

My Ithaca

Today I made up sad edits of sharks in my head WHY YOU ASK BECAUSE OF A WRITING PROJECT MY FRIEND TOLD ME WASN'T THAT GOOD it was. It was that good and that sad. She told me there was a fix it fic in her computer where they just ate poutine and it made me cry harder

I don't need a sugar daddy I need a very rich excentric person to have a fleeting but powerful fancy in my art so they give me a ton of money and when they go on to become a notorious historical figure I am but a footnote on their Wikipedia article saying we had a passionate friendship and maybe a scandalous affair, and weather or not we did hook up is hotly debated amongst scholars.

honestly it's so satisfying, makes me not want to type anymore

anyone else thing Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's new song Dying With A Smile is so BKDK coded??

I said this to a friend of mine and they just laughed, am I crazy or??

I wanna make a fic based on the song. It would take place after the war, into their second year (Iz keeps One For All) and they get hit by a quirk that shows them their worst fear (shiggy coming back) and as they think they're dying on the battlefield, they confess their feelings, not being able to bear dying without confessing. Eventually the quirk wears off and they realize their still at Ground Beta doing a training exercise.

What do you think? Any input is welcome :)

The question: what are you thinking about?

My answer:

headcanons for my characters

or

something really existential to the point that it disturbs the average person, including myself

Sometimes it’s both!

Yep. Either this or random scenes for an already existing series I’m writing.

why is it that I have a document for random scenes that appear at some point, and the first one is a character having a crisis over a dead person? to be fair, they watched the person die, and then have to tell that person’s family about their death, but why is that the first scene in the document?

Shit I’ve looked up for writing purposes

-Coronations and how they work

-How much do famous actors make?

-What an adversary is

-What regalia are

-Meteor hammers

-Armor for meteor hammers

-Chromium, and can it be used for armor

-The International Phonetic Alphabet

-Where is chromium found?

-Two-handed swords

-Different types of daggers

-Plants with symbolism

-How to write emotional turmoil

-How to write mental breakdowns

-Survivor’s guilt

-The definition of emotional manipulation

-The definition of gaslighting

-The concept of wuxing and the character traits associated with each element

-Character traits associated with each zodiac in Asian mythology

-Monkey’s paw

-Real-life locations

-Money conversions 

-Possible ways for people to act when drunk

-Blade lengths for different weapons

-How to make ship names

Something I love about writing fantasy that includes multiple nations/kingdoms/cultures is the small character interactions between people from different places

An example from my own work is the way two people from different kingdoms drink tea. One puts the leaves in the cup and pours the hot water over it, and the other steeps the leaves in the pot. The one who has the leaves in the cup always explained it as “if someone doesn’t want tea, they can have hot water instead.” And the other kind of just, watches thinking, “this is odd, but it’s genius”

So yeah, cultural differences lead to fun character interactions 

(I deal with this irl through teaching my white friends how to eat Asian food)

“I hate Valentine’s Day!”

“I don’t have a partner to share it with”

Shut. Up.

Valentine’s Day isn’t all about romance, it’s about relationships, platonic, romantic, familial, friends, any of them.

in school we gave everyone candy, or at least a card. It was fun, we enjoyed it. We were kids who could skip part of our classes to give our classmates crack for kids (sugar). It’s annoying how people think Valentine’s Day is only romance, because it’s not.

happy (early) Valentine’s Day

Intro!

Hi! I’m not revealing my actual name on here, but y’all can call me Azre! I use they/them pronouns mainly, but am fine with anything that isn’t she/her.

I enjoy theatre, acting, drawing (mostly digital), Dungeons & Dragons, writing, singing (somewhat), and language learning.

My first language is English, but I do speak some Spanish and am learning French. (If anyone wants to talk in either of those but can still talk in English I’d enjoy that!)