Reverence
OUGH.... posting zine pieces part 2. this one was for the @bpfineartzine Also on: AO3
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There’s something about cathedrals that makes Yotasuke feel impossibly small.
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OUGH.... posting zine pieces part 2. this one was for the @bpfineartzine Also on: AO3
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There’s something about cathedrals that makes Yotasuke feel impossibly small.
Forgot to post my piece for the One Piece Grandline Gunsmoke zine over on twitter... my bad.
if you were wondering if i was off my bartocav shit? the answer is no <3
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Days prior to their first encounter, Bartolomeo catches wind of the stranger in town.
His companion leans into his space, wild hair sticking out from beneath his hat. He’s grinning his gap-toothed grin, breath heavy with the stench of alcohol. He’s known Gambia as long as he’s been in this town, and the man never changes. That said, most things around here stay the same, so the news of a stranger spreads as quick as wildfire.
It piques Bartolomeo’s interest immediately. He lifts his gaze, and the silent acknowledgment is enough to keep Gambia going.
“Apparently, he’s stickin’ out somethin’ fierce,” the other man continues. “Ain’t nothin’ like the rest’a us. The real prissy type from what I’ve heard, but he’s goin’ around asking questions. Somethin’ about the gold river.”
finally got permission to post our pieces for @zosanauzine so here's mine Also on: AO3 ------------------ Sanji is pissed. No, scratch that. Sanji is outright livid.
It’s like this: today is his first day off in a while, so he’d taken his time enjoying it. He’d treated himself to a nice dinner and had just settled in with a glass of wine, which he hadn’t even taken a sip of before his phone began buzzing. The number that pops up on his screen isn’t one he’s particularly happy to see when he’s trying to have a peaceful night, but Zoro seldom calls him, so Sanji sighs, sets his cup down, and picks up the phone.
“I’m busy, you overgrown hedge,” he says in lieu of a greeting.
i call this one “marimo got massive bartolomeo/bartocav brainrot and speedwrote an entire fic in half a month” anyway this is fully written and updates on saturdays Now only posting on AO3.
chapter nineteen is live on ao3! getting towards the end!
i call this one “marimo got massive bartolomeo/bartocav brainrot and speedwrote an entire fic in half a month” anyway this is fully written and updates on saturdays Now only posting on AO3.
a day late, but chapter 16 is live on AO3
i call this one “marimo got massive bartolomeo/bartocav brainrot and speedwrote an entire fic in half a month” anyway this is fully written and updates on saturdays Now only posting on AO3.
update: decided to stick with sporadic updates here
chapter 11 is live on AO3
i call this one “marimo got massive bartolomeo/bartocav brainrot and speedwrote an entire fic in half a month” anyway this is fully written and updates on saturdays Now only posting on AO3.
i call this one “marimo got massive bartolomeo/bartocav brainrot and speedwrote an entire fic in half a month” anyway this is fully written and updates on saturdays Now only posting on AO3.
hey so anyway yall know how there was that big boom of angsty ship fics right
,,,,,i wanted to write one too and I have no other excuse
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In his dreams, Asahi dies slowly.
His body is a mass of static and there is nothing but pain and pain and more pain. He’s vaguely aware of someone, somewhere, calling his name. Asahi, they’re saying, Asahi, please wake up.
now who let me get away with falling three days behind on asanoya week yike
anyway @asanoyaweek21 day 2, mythology, made my own myth abt the seasons, pretend i'm not sleep deprived and this is the most eloquent a/n you've ever read ty
(no but fr this tested how well I REALLY knew how the hell seasons worked)
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----------------------------------------------------------- In the beginning, the story goes, there is nothingness. The world is empty and lifeless, composed only of dirt and rock and fire and ice. There’s no history in this world because there’s no one there to record it, and maybe there never was. At first, there’s only the world and the silence.
The universe takes some sort of interest in this world. It’s inhabitable, suitable to become something greater than what it was made to be. It sends a being made of a thousand suns and starlight, and when that being touches down, grass sprouts beneath his feet. He is made of warmth and brilliance, of all the light the universe thought to offer him. When he walks, life blooms around him, taking the form of arching trees and brilliant flowers.
He is called Summer, and he is the beginning of everything.
anyway i actually started working on @asanoyaweek21 like halfway through july after i finished my camp nano word count, but then i tripped and fell back into my princess tutu pit and ,,,,,,,,,,, yeah im late already
anyway asanoya week day one: soulmate au / the broom bc i will never get over the homoeroticism of the broom fight
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When Nishinoya Yuu is a child, he’s a coward.
He’s little, and there’s this ever present bundle of fear and anxiety writhing around in his chest. It means he’s scared, he concludes, and so he cries when he rides a bike for the first time, and then when he gets lost in the woods near his house, and then again when he comes across a dog bigger than he is.
It’s strange, he begins to think, as he grows. He’s sure that feeling must be his own, but sometimes he’s suddenly, explicitly happy, and sometimes when he thinks he should be happy, he’s so painfully sad that it aches in every fiber of his being.
i actually forgot about my @it-zines piece, but I was forcibly reminded, and in light of BNHA Chapter 290, no time like the present to actually post it.
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The first time she meets Todoroki Enji, Rei is fresh out of high school and looking forward to her future. She’s always been kind of indecisive about what she wants to do, but it’s easy enough to get a job as a receptionist at one of the local clinics.
“You should be a hero with that quirk of yours.” Her coworker tells her in passing. “If I had a quirk that powerful, I’d go right into hero work.”
i can’t believe it rlly took me getting neck deep into haikyuu to yeet my writers’ block smh
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Ukai Keishin grows weary of the city.
He’s a country boy at heart, born and raised in a place where he can glance outside and see the stars anytime at night. The crickets sang to him when he jogged through the chilled night air, lungs cold and body warm.
Here, the cacophony of cars keeps him awake at night. People are only polite because they have to be. There’s nothing but the black sky above him, empty of the starlight he’d taken for granted as a kid.
When he’s twenty-two, he moves to the city to make a better life for himself. By the time he’s twenty-six, he’s just tired, in a bone-deep wary sort of way. He takes up smoking a year and a half in. It isn’t as if it’ll kill him any more than this place will, after all.
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Yoo, I did the @bnhafantasybigbang w/ @theuselesscucumber as my partner, so make sure you check out the gorgeous companion piece here!
eyyy, we’re finally allowed to post our @lowlightszine pieces! Literally everything about this zine was AMAZING, and I loved working with everyone. It’s a zine I’ll miss, that’s for sure.
my whipped self wrote tetsukami ofc so here we go oop
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When he’s a kid, Tetsutetsu sits at his father’s feet. Tetsutetsu Kenji is a narrow man, not too tall, and gray to his roots. It’s a curse in their family, he always says, the early gray hair, or the always gray hair in Tetsutetsu’s case. His father is all worn smiles and gentle but firm hands, and he looks at Tetsutetsu’s mom like she’s the center of the universe. Sometimes, late at night, Tetsutetsu hears them dancing to old music that he doesn’t recognize, and they laugh until the sun comes up. When he’s a kid, Tetsutetsu sits at his father’s feet and watches him gaze wistfully out the window. He’s never quite sure what his father is looking at; there’s this film covering Kenji’s dark eyes like his mind creeps somewhere that Tetsutetsu can never hope to reach. “You have to be careful,” his father tells him one evening, voice a passing whisper, face dipped in flitting shadows, “or a city like this will eat your mind.”
this was uhh og for the femslash music zine but it got canceled so i’m once again posting this late F
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Itsuka isn't entirely sure how she ends up being an impatient person with a group of equally impatient friends, but here they are, and there isn't really anything she can do about it. In her defense, when Momo tells her about a hole-in-the-wall cafe that her girlfriend performs at all the time, Itsuka doesn't really expect it to be so hard to find.
"Oi," Tetsutetsu drawls out, two steps behind her, "d'ya have any clue where this place is, Kendo?"
She has a vague idea, which really means no, but she's not willing to admit that, so she just huffs indignantly and doesn't answer his question. It's the first time he's really spoken up, as opposed to Monoma's consistent whining. She almost feels bad, and a part of her prepares to say something in reassurance, but then a half-faded sign tucked down an alleyway catches her gaze.