Six Sentences Sunday!

I might embark on a journey. Reading (almost) every single tsoa fanfic on ao3 from the oldest to newest (its 64 pages of fics)

Welcome! Is the mic on? Hello? Jk. I'm Trace, 22, and I never learned how to read use tumblr in a participatory way.

My interests include a bunch of things but I'm currently pouring all my feels towards anything RWRB. Haikyuu and BNHA both stay at the top, though. (main ships include: Matsuhana and Kiribaku) I love them, would die for them, live for them. Normal stuff, you know.

I hope that covers a lot of first small talk things. I'm not sure. (I can be loud, which, I guess this could serve as a disclaimer for that.)

That's all I can think of right now, but hello and hi to whoever. 🫶

WIP Wednesday

Heyyyy it's WIP Wednesday, and I haven't written a single word since my last drabble on Christmas morning! Currently, I am grateful for WIPs that are staring mournfully at me from my docs, waiting to be completed.

Thanks be to @kiwiana-writes @firenati0n @ssmtskw and @anincompletelist for the tags this week!

As much as I've been trying to play my NYE AU close to the chest, I am simply bursting to share more with y'all, so I'd like to introduce you to a portion of the fic that had @ssmtskw apparently laughing out loud earlier.

“I have an idea,” Nora pipes up, the siblings turning their collective attention on her as a shower of rainbow glitter drifts to the ground at her feet. “How about you find someone to spend the evening with? Just pick someone who draws you in, whether it’s vibes or looks or whatever, and ask them to be your date tonight.” “I don’t need a date,” Alex retorts. “No, but you want one, don’t you? You’re always complaining about being our third wheel. So go find a fourth and make it a whole car,” Nora teases, squeezing Alex’s cheek. He swats her hand away and throws up his middle finger. “I’m not asking you to pick out wedding rings. Just find a hot stranger in a mask to grind on for the night.” “Can you not?” June begs, grimacing at the thought before adding, “Aside from the…grinding…she has a point, Alex. Your sister and her girlfriend are your only friends in a city of millions. It’s time to branch out, baby bro.” Alex rolls his eyes, ready with a fresh argument about how he has friends, thank you very much. But the words immediately die on his tongue, the bitter taste of a lie that he has to swallow back down quickly and hopes to drown in liquor later tonight. “Fine,” he grumbles, the hot pink arms of his blazer crossed dramatically over his chest. June reaches up and quickly ruffles his curls before throwing open the doors and dashing inside, Nora hot on her heels. After a brief moment of rearranging his hair back to its pre-sister perfection, he heaves a deep breath, opens the doors, and steps inside.

Tossing some no pressure tags out for my lovelies: @adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy@magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell @ships-to-sail @songliili @sparklepocalypse @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells @user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew 

All Those Christmas Clichés: Advent 2023

Because I'm the emperor of terrible decisions... fuck it, let's do an advent fic. Daily triple drabbles, set 1-25 December 2023, using the prompt list from @youneedsomeprompts found here.

All Those Christmas Clichés

December 1st: Making an advent calendar for a friend/loved one

Hello and welcome!

Replacing my pinned with a list of the stuff I've written for anyone checking my account out. Heh. Everything is sorted by fandom, and then word count! (And if there's something I should add to the tagging, please feel free to send me a message about it so I can make the edits.) Enjoy... hopefully!

RWRB

some part of me came alive - 10,979 words [college-ish AU, 5+1]

"Bye David." David's head snaps back to Alex's direction, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly you'd think it wasn't even there. Alex, having just removed his glasses again as he yawns once more, doesn't see it. David takes a couple seconds before slightly shaking his head, like he's just imagining something and is now actively wiping the thought away. He opens the door before he responds. "Bye Alex."

(Or: The five times Alex unintentionally calls Henry by his dog’s name, and the one time he does it on purpose.)

Francesca - 10,189 words [graphic depictions and references of violence/abuse/injuries]

Once, in a much worse place before all of this; Alex had worked for someone with one side of his office overflowing with books. He'd read all sorts of things there: Anatomy, selected works in philosophy, Oliver Twist, war hero accounts, law. Anything he could get a hold of in the dark, really. Among those books were a bible. There's a passage there that stuck— something he'd only read past but had barraged into the walls of Alex's mind three years ago, Book of Jeremiah, chapter 17, verse 9: The heart is more deceitful than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?

Love Songs in the Key of Liam - 8,152 words [Liam POV/centric, 5+1]

It's fucked. He's fucked — Liam, that is. There was no way this was going to work. Ever. What's the next worst thing to growing up closeted in a typically close-minded neighbourhood? Probably developing a crush on your best friend who lives in said neighbourhood. (Or: The five times love songs reminded Liam of his now estranged best friend, and the one time it reminded him of someone else.)

Terrible Things - 4,038 words [Hanahaki AU, hurt/no comfort]

"How long?" That, he can answer. "A year or so." He croaks out, not really wanting to strain himself any further.

water in my hands - 3,521 words [sickfic(?), has references to illness, hurt/no comfort]

It takes Alex a good amount of time to realise; sometimes love just isn't enough to keep the world going, even if he desperately wanted it to.

no question (he'll hold your heart if you let him) - 2,837 words [June POV/outsider POV, post-canon]

June doesn't think much about it at first, putting the box along the pile, but she belatedly realises what it is and gets an idea. A satisfied grin makes its way onto her lips when she finally finds it, an edition of Astrotalk that detailed star sign compatibilities. June doesn't open the magazine all the way to the Libra section, stopping short at someone else's instead. (Or: June finds a box that contained one of her teenage fixations and goes through it for old time's sake.)

Smoke Slow - 2,026 words [shotgun kissing oneshot basically]

“Hey.” Alex says, just for the sake of saying something, the silence between them wasn’t stifling but he didn’t want to risk their interaction coming to an end just because he’s not engaging enough. Henry gives him a sideways glance. “Teach me how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. The shotgun.” For a moment, Alex briefly considers how idiotic that probably sounded to Henry. It wasn’t a hard task to mimic, but Alex had long thrown out his composure out the fences of Pez’s house when Henry put the goddamn stick into his mouth. 

i'll be happy (just to have known you) - 1,855 words [hurt/no comfort]

Henry resigns himself to the reality that Alex—albeit distant and unattainable—still managed to break through his dismal world and grant him a light he never imagined was still possible to exist. This was enough. This was more than he'd ever expected for himself. It was the universe's way of extending an olive branch in response to the cards he'd been dealt with. He'd be stupid not to take it.

dreamy little you - 1,666 words [crack-ish AU, post-canon]

"Of course, love, but would you love yourself if you were a worm?" This visibly stumps Alex. If the way his mouth just opened for a rebuttal and coming up empty is anything to go by.

only got a hundred - currently at 4,008 words

An ongoing collection of 100-word drabbles written according to the Brownstone server's prompts.

Haikyuu

Ceilings (he thinks it's not real, it is) - 6,009 words [light angst and pining with a happy? ending]

“Yo, you sleepy?” Takahiro meant to say that no, he isn't. That Issei looks stupid with his hair messed up like that. That he should be asking Issei that, with the bags under his eyes speaking for themselves. Instead, what comes out is, “I miss you.” It would be so easy to take the opportunity now. But still, Takahiro is terrified of ruining things. Or: Takahiro has graduation blues, and Issei makes him feel better, but things don't just end there.

Bloom - 1,444 words [two-dialogue challenge oneshot, retrospective? angst/no comfort]

Matsukawa Issei is not much of a sentimental person, save for special occasions where he has no choice but to reminisce.

Cruel (what your mind can do for no reason) - 1,012 words [light angst/comfort, implications of dissociation]

Issei struggles through a bad mental health night, Takahiro breezes him through the tail end of it.

Shameless (US)

big guns out, shoot now - 3,257 words [first kiss oneshot]

It's kind of out of character for Ian, really, he's always careful about not blurting out or doing shit that tapped into his feelings on the brunette, around the very subject of his affections. Has been, in fact, for the last two years and counting. Not that it got any easier to maintain, there are always slip ups (Exhibit A: right here, right now), but that's solely his problem.

On the Off Chance - 5,780 words [soulmate AU, ongoing]

To say Ian was relieved when he hears Mickey confirm how he did not, in fact, get his soulmate mark just a couple days after coming of age would be a huge understatement. (Or: Soulmate marks only show up when the younger of the pair turns nineteen– which isn’t uncommon, to say the least.)

I’m all scratched up and I can still taste spray paint in my mouth and my husband almost fell out of a tree BUT THE GHOST SCULPTURES ARE FINISHED!

They’re finally finished and I’m so happy with them!!

Some progress shots:

RWRB New Year's Gift Exchange!

Had the absolute honor to write for @raysletters' prompts in this event. I hope it's up to par, and a good read. Hehe.

Three prompts were given, but I went with this and put my own twist into it: Henry and Alex don't know each other, except they end up fake-dating for the chance to buy their favorite pastry at their local coffee shop, who is apparently now selling said pastry ONLY on a promo combo for couples.

This guy, Henry, Alex remembers hearing that earlier, was now widening his eyes in bits while his mouth continued saying words Alex isn't quite registering at the moment. Alex is almost convinced he could watch and hear this man talk forever and he’d never get tired of it. “Would you want to be my fake boyfriend then?” Those words register to Alex perfectly. “Do I look gay to you?” Is the first thing Alex ever says back to Henry.

Once again, thanks for setting this up, @rwrbnygiftexchange! Happy new year to you too! 🫶

Oh Christmas, my Christmas.

Thaaank you for all the tags! @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @blairwaldcrf @littlemisskittentoes @firenati0n @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @user-anakin, and @14carrotghoul!

I'm currently going through all of your trees and thought why don't I join in while I'm at it. 🫶 Here's my tree!

decomytree.com

🎄DECO MY TREE🎄

Decorate Friend's Tree for Christmas🎅

Tagging @44whispers @affectionatelyrs @later-2-dae @matherines @clottedcreamfudge @rockyroadkylers @cricketnationrise @movetoheavens @mudbloodpotter05 @dragonflylady77 @absolute-audacity @the-marathon-continues-nip @girlboybaklatomboy @gayrootvegetable if you guys haven't done this yet! It's so cute.

I haven't seen enough people talking about Vico in military uniform (last episode) and honestly the lack of it should be a crime.

vico is a drag king irl too 🥰🥰

Six Sentence Sunday

Took a break from writing the introspective rimming to smash out some hockey player Alex PWP, but now that that's published I'm right back on my bullshit.

Alex’s smile fades into something closer to bewilderment for a moment, and then he rolls his eyes with a huff. “For fuck’s sake, H,” he says, and he’s grinning again, which does somewhat take the sting out of the fact that Henry is very clearly being made fun of. “I. Showered.” Which… right. Somehow, despite using even fewer words than he did before, Alex has managed to make himself exceptionally clear. It first came up fairly early on—possibly the only thing that could have successfully distracted Henry from the knowledge that Alex had started watching gay porn was the earnest, flushed way he’d asked whether this was actually something people did in real life—and has been a regular feature of their phone sex since.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)