I’m Taking The Gardener Approach For This Month And Honestly It’s Been A Little Strange To Just Type

found an iori-centric i7 wip in my files today that i'd like to finish up. id love to post what i have now but there's no good place to chop it into two parts so here's a snippet instead! the fic is called let it sink in

iori/riku pre-slash, self-discovery, angst & hurt/comfort

Iori ran his finger along the thin skin beside his nail bed, tempted to pick at it but far too restrained to give into the impulse. “Meeting Yuki-san helped you figure out who you were?” Was that just the alcohol talking?  Iori had been under the impression that those sorts of answers could only come from some secret place inside. One that Iori was still struggling to gain access to.  “Mhmm!” Momo-san agreed brightly. “He was just so…” he sighed wistfully, rocking up onto his toes for a moment before settling back onto his heels and staring up at the moon. “And then I kept coming back. And back. And back. To see him and Ban-san. Like he was drawing me in.” Iori gently bit the inside of his cheek. “That sounds…familiar,” he admitted.  Momo-san grinned brightly, excitedly leaning closer to Iori. “I thought so!” Iori could smell the alcohol on his breath and took a subtle step back.  “It’s the same for you and Riku, right?” Momo-san’s expectant gaze shimmered despite the wan lighting, oddly intense, and Iori turned his gaze to the moon to avoid meeting it.  Iori wasn’t drunk but Momo-san was, so… “I think so,” Iori murmured softly. “It’s…I feel,” he tried, unsure how to end the sentence. Iori looked down towards his tightly clasped hands. “It’s weird,” he settled on.  A complete non-answer if Iori’s ever heard one, but that was all Iori seemed to have lately and Momo-san supposedly had the key to his own lockbox so maybe Iori could learn something if the man simply talked long enough.  

the baby lore

I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)

The setting and style of Forest Fire has been fighting me a little, and I think I might be able to fix that if I lean more into the style of gothic fiction. I don’t know if the whole genre of my piece will shift as I write it out more, but it’s certainly a fun place to take inspiration from!

MHA tweets pt.25

24hr Novel Challenge: Day 1 results

Goal was 8hrs, I managed 4 (note to self: start earlier in the day and do longer bursts, lol)

Also, writing for that long is hella hard and with all the little breaks for stretching/eating/water it's also pretty long but I managed to keep a pretty even pace of 1-2k words per hour which is fairly solid for me

Total WC for the day: 5,029

2,948 words towards my original WIP called Sealed (info below) and 2,081 for a bkdk post-war fanfic WIP

Sealed WIP info:

Title: Sealed Genre: thriller/mystery, queer romance, coming-of-age

One line summary: In a town where ghosts abound and mediums are detested, four teenagers are thrust into the heart of a deadly mystery that forces them to decide who they are, who they want to be, and how much they’re willing to risk for it.

Slightly sillier one-line summary: Toss together a shunned medium, a secret-keeping prodigy, a spitfire Catcher-in-training, and her boyfriend who really doesn’t wanna be involved, then sprinkle in a string of mysterious attacks and watch as shit hits the fan. *in this WIP “Catcher” is the term for ghost hunter

Characters: Nishtha- a young medium living by herself who is only ever acknowledged by her neighbor

Veronica: a new transfer student from a very long and very talented line of Catchers who keeps her cards close to her chest

Cherry: A Catcher-in-training who’s struggling to become stronger even while her boyfriend pulls away and her leader keeps ditching her to Catch solo

Carter: A conformist that’s afraid of change and whose family is forced to take in the medium cousin who almost killed him as a child

Currently obsessed with katsuki and izuku holding hands post-war, whether you read it as platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between.

For Katsuki, it’s an opportunity to re-live that moment in the river and make a different choice. He can reaffirm that he’s turning over a new leaf and that Deku is there, alive and strong and still reaching out after all these years. It probably helps solidify for him that Deku does forgive him, especially on days where Katsuki still struggles to forgive himself.

And for izuku, you could argue that a large part of his life has been an exercise in reaching out and being rejected, over and over again. But with Kacchan, he gets a physical reminder that someone’s reaching back for him (someone who’s strong enough to keep him grounded and who he’s never, not once, stopped reaching out for). It’s a reaffirmation of their friendship and growing bond and proof that Katsuki didn’t die out on the battlefield. That he’s right there. That they’re equals. Partners, even.

And when they’re both each others biggest weakness and strongest ally, I’m sure the comfort of just being together would go a long way, too. For once in their lives they could be silly teenagers holding hands while playing a video game or watching a movie or doing homework or taking a walk or-

Just- handholding as a gesture of devotion and safety and new beginnings

Tentatively poking my head through the door... what's happening in Tumblr land?

mom's carbon copy with the same, untameable hair

Happy Birthday Izuku