Warnings: Carving hearts does include rotting corpses, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, cannibalism in the form of describing love, descriptions of gore, and other triggers any new warnings will be added here. I will also properly tw each chapter do not read if these cause any mental harm to you.
My ask box is OPEN! I do sometimes draw requests if I feel up to that but don't expect anything.
This blog is run by a minor any ages are free to interact, as long as you don't make any sexual comments towards me. I'm an artist, and I'm beginning to dabble in writing so I will be posting drabbles and also my chapter long fanfiction here, there is no current estimate of how many chapters and an end date for the fic.
A short description on Carving Names is that it follows two young men Serathyme and Arjan. Including their lives in a world that has two continents belonging to Demons and Angels, and the things that happen during their attempts to navigate their friendship while trying not to get into too much trouble.
Short description: Two males meet on an unfortunate date having a rocky start to this newfound type of friendship but will their friendship stay contained or will it unravel? Will all their secrets burst out of their heart eventually?
TW: Carving hearts does include rotting corpses, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, cannibalism in the form of describing love, descriptions of gore, cussing, and other triggers any new warnings will be added here. I will also properly tw each chapter do not read if these cause any mental harm to you.
someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic
I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS
I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?
the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"
this is directly related to this post I made about how fanfic authors now are treated like content mills, and not like valued members of a creative community who thrive on interaction. for the past decade, we've watched the fandom ecosystem disrupted over and over, as NSFW fan artists seek safety by putting their work behind paywalls, and self-conscious fic readers squirrel away their feelings in invite-only communities
an easy way to do your part to fight against the evils perpetrated by social media is to leave a comment on a fanfic you love
The fact I had a fic that was fairly beloved and NO ONE commented on it because it was all being done in a fucking book club server made me want to scream.
I cannot express enough how imperative it is to show the writer how much you love their work. The comments don't have to be novels themselves - even just an "I loved this so much!" Or keyboard smashing works wonders to keep the writer going. Please, we need to bring back supporting writers and artists now more than ever!!!
PLUS, plus...if people are talking about fic in private servers and not telling the authors, those people get the idea that the fic writer is "big." Meanwhile the fic writer is sitting there, staring at a Google doc, struggling to find the motivation to write the next chapter, with 2 comments on a 20k fic.
They don't feel big. They don't feel appreciated. They don't feel motivated. And they might stop writing or shelve their fic, never knowing that people were loving it in private.
Honestly this is the same for social media threads or even on this very app. If you can, tag the author. A lot of us have our socials in our AO3 profiles.
I'm looking for readers to help revise this novel 'Carving Hearts' I'm currently working on. It does have heavy trigger warnings such as, but not limited to, graphic displays of violence, descriptions of rotting corpses, religious trauma, child abuse and more. The novels genre is romance, fantasy, and angst on the most part. The characters each have their own fleshed out story concepts and arcs, beta readers will also be able to help propose characters to further the story during development. The main characters are Arjan and Serathyme, Arjan being a demon soldier while Serathyme is a high ranking angel strategist. The two continents also were in war before the events of the story, in the timeline of the novel the two continents attempt to fix what they've done some more than others while Serathyme and Arjan navigate their own personal lives while trying to balance their duties as different parts of their respective government. I'll attach the prologue below the cut(the prologue isn't fully revised but this is what I have!),
The meeting was dull as politicians and the heads of the land sat around the table. Serathyme stood next to the head of the Zhejiang province, the meeting was certainly boring him out of his mind, He tried to keep his posture still and hands folded behind him. The people sitting around the table were discussing the current war going on and the peace treaty contract to abolish it. One of the men gestured towards Serathyme.
âWhy don't we let this strategist give his input,â the man began, âIâve heard great things about him.â Serathyme held back a yawn as his mind tuned back into the meeting.
He thought about the question, his wings ruffling before beginning, âAh well, I would suggest adding to the contract the fact of not overstepping the boundaries of the other continent without government permission. Does that sound alright?â
âThat sounds wonderful!â the man continued. Now that concludes that, is everything ready for signing?â No one opposed the idea. The sound of multiple pens writing put an end to the overwhelming silence as everyone signed the contract. Both heads of the continents dismissed all the attendees from the room as they shuffled out, Serathyme following behind, heads blocking his view.
He walked along the halls, his heels clacking, the sound bouncing off the polished walls. Serathyme felt relieved to be out of the stuffy room finally. The walls were decorated with gold accents; his hands trailing along the wall, muttering under his breath to himself occasionally. Abruptly standing still in front of the arched doorway that led to the garden. There were beautiful Chrysanthemums, Peonies, Plum blossoms, and even blue poppies, everything from the other continent in full bloom, decorating the bushes and ground. Serathyme took a walk admiring the flowers, the combined scent from them had an underlying fragrance, one that could be confused with cheap perfume.
There was a bench on the south side of the garden. Serathyme trailed over to it, sitting down and adjusting his clothes. It was a sunny day, the jewels adorning the arches leading to the garden shining proudly and reflecting their colors onto his outfit accessories. A rustling sound startled him, someone who could only be described as an oni, with shiny curly blonde hair that bounced with each step he took, walked out of the castle archway.
I'm looking for readers to help revise this novel 'Carving Hearts' I'm currently working on. It does have heavy trigger warnings such as, but not limited to, graphic displays of violence, descriptions of rotting corpses, religious trauma, child abuse and more. The novels genre is romance, fantasy, and angst on the most part. The characters each have their own fleshed out story concepts and arcs, beta readers will also be able to help propose characters to further the story during development. The main characters are Arjan and Serathyme, Arjan being a demon soldier while Serathyme is a high ranking angel strategist. The two continents also were in war before the events of the story, in the timeline of the novel the two continents attempt to fix what they've done some more than others while Serathyme and Arjan navigate their own personal lives while trying to balance their duties as different parts of their respective government. I'll attach the prologue below the cut(the prologue isn't fully revised but this is what I have!),
The meeting was dull as politicians and the heads of the land sat around the table. Serathyme stood next to the head of the Zhejiang province, the meeting was certainly boring him out of his mind, He tried to keep his posture still and hands folded behind him. The people sitting around the table were discussing the current war going on and the peace treaty contract to abolish it. One of the men gestured towards Serathyme.
âWhy don't we let this strategist give his input,â the man began, âIâve heard great things about him.â Serathyme held back a yawn as his mind tuned back into the meeting.
He thought about the question, his wings ruffling before beginning, âAh well, I would suggest adding to the contract the fact of not overstepping the boundaries of the other continent without government permission. Does that sound alright?â
âThat sounds wonderful!â the man continued. Now that concludes that, is everything ready for signing?â No one opposed the idea. The sound of multiple pens writing put an end to the overwhelming silence as everyone signed the contract. Both heads of the continents dismissed all the attendees from the room as they shuffled out, Serathyme following behind, heads blocking his view.
He walked along the halls, his heels clacking, the sound bouncing off the polished walls. Serathyme felt relieved to be out of the stuffy room finally. The walls were decorated with gold accents; his hands trailing along the wall, muttering under his breath to himself occasionally. Abruptly standing still in front of the arched doorway that led to the garden. There were beautiful Chrysanthemums, Peonies, Plum blossoms, and even blue poppies, everything from the other continent in full bloom, decorating the bushes and ground. Serathyme took a walk admiring the flowers, the combined scent from them had an underlying fragrance, one that could be confused with cheap perfume.
There was a bench on the south side of the garden. Serathyme trailed over to it, sitting down and adjusting his clothes. It was a sunny day, the jewels adorning the arches leading to the garden shining proudly and reflecting their colors onto his outfit accessories. A rustling sound startled him, someone who could only be described as an oni, with shiny curly blonde hair that bounced with each step he took, walked out of the castle archway.
Hello! May I request a one-shot of Cloud (FF7) with a reader whoâs a long lost friend (doesnât necessarily have to be childhood it could be during his time as a SOLDIER. And maybe at some point they were pining for each other but when reader returns they noticed that heâs moving on. (Whether the ending is happy or sad doesnât really matter)
Cloud Strife Oneshot
Notes: Thanks for the request! Sorry this took longer then expected I didn't have many ideas for the story and I've been busy with school. I'll probably write a happier end to this story later!
Looking up at the inky sky with Cloud was an ethereal core memory from when you were a kid; gazing out the window before bed always brought that memory back to the surface like an unwanted thought. Trying to forget the one and only Cloud Strife was hard enough before he defeated Sephiroth, but after was even harder. People constantly spoke of him, either older generations speaking in hushed whispers about his mercenary work recently or younger kids talking excitedly about wanting to be just like him when they grew up. You mostly ignored it, aware that the two of you were destined to never meet again after separating as kids.
Well, at least that's what you would say a day ago. The market you decided to visit was bustling with life vendors shouting about their newest discounts or imported items. Just as you were about to leave with your much-needed groceries, the fridge at home being quite empty, you caught sight of yellow spiked hair, a beautiful dark brown-haired woman dragging him along the market. It didn't take many critical thinking skills to know it was Cloud. He didnât look much different from when you guys were kids; shifting your gaze to the woman standing next to him, you could roughly make out Tifa from the way she looked like another rather close friend from childhood. But staring at them, looking like a couple, bubbled up and shoved up emotions from when you were a kid. You swore to forget how much you loved the blonde, but that all came crashing down, staring at him moving through the market and picking out items from the stalls. Suddenly being shoved by another person tore you out of your thoughts as they angrily shouted about how you should watch where youâre standing.
You ran out of the market, not wanting to watch your childhood crush any longer. The keys jingled as you opened your apartment door, stepping inside and roughly settling down the bags onto the counter, deciding just to do them later, too mentally hurt to put the items up. Pushing your bedroom door open, you moved through the room, thinking about Cloud. Trying to reason with yourself with stuff like âof course he moved on; it's been years,â or saying to yourself that âhe was never in love in the first place.â Crashing down onto the fluffy mattress that didn't seem so soft in your current state of mind. You didnât get much sleep, your mind racing with questions you would never get an answer to.
âomg youâre so creative. how do you get your ideasâ i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!
Jason didnât think he would ever have a soulmate but desperately wanted someone to be with him and play for eternity. In that desperation, he stole many soulmates from their other half which went on for a while until Jason was tinkering with his newest doll adding on his âspecialâ additions, when he felt a stinging sensation on his upper thigh. Pulling up his pant leg, he stared at the new ink on his leg confused before it hit himâ he had a soulmate! A playmate for eternity was destined to meet him, that overjoyed Jason. He dropped his project to go find this soulmate of his, the blue door in his workshop beckoning him as he stepped inside to search. Days long searching ensued before Jason found himself standing in front of his destiny bound soulmate.
âWould you play with me forever?â The burgundy haired male asked the person as they stared wide eyed.
First words to soulmate written on their body:Bloodypainter
Helen never had time to worry about soulmates when he was younger but when he found his passion for painting the idea of being bound to another inspired him to no end. Ever since he was a kid Helen had the words, âDo you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.â Written on him, anyone he showed would laugh at it but Helen just found it confusing who says that to someone they just met? Well thatâs what he thought before knocking over someone in the street when he went to go buy art supplies.
Before he could get out a sorry the person grinned bashadly loudly speaking, âDo you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.â
Words that describe their soulmate are written on them:Jeff the killer
Jeff honestly never gave two shits who his soulmate was thinking they just had some weird words scribbled on them due to their method of connection. He had no reason to go out looking for his soulmate. Thinking and I quote, âif destiny really wanted us to be soulmates they would meet me themselves.â So thatâs exactly what destiny did. Jeff was forced to go out for snacks by BEN grumbling through his mask he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Turning around he glared at who disturbed him. âSorry to disturb you but you kinda look like my writing,â they looked around before continuing, âI was wondering if you were, yâknow, who I think you are?âÂ
Gravitational pull towards their soulmate:Laughing Jack
It pissed Laughing Jack off when it began the constant feeling of being pulled in a direction even if itâs easy to resist gets annoying. He canât even escape it inside his box! Jumping around from house to house especially is harder if you no longer can stay long from the pull forcing you away. Laughing Jack was relieved when the pull wasnât as harsh anymore when he was at the nearest carnival looking to terrorize kids, well that was the case before the pull suddenly ramped it up and flung laughing Jack colliding with someone else who seemed to have been thrown too.
The person held their head as they awkwardly waved blabbering out the first sentence that came to mind, âSo hey soulmate? I guess?â
Ink marks that move towards your soulmate:Eyeless JackÂ
It was hard looking for your soulmate while being swamped with work from medical school, and even harder after being sacrificed and turned into an unwilling flesh eating demon. While past Jack would have loved to meet his soulmate the one thatâs here now feared the possibility of eating them accidentally the ideas of the what ifâs flooding into his head as he stared at the smoke like tattooâs decorating his arms. Sometimes when Jack was a child he would play this game where he would walk forward watching as the tattoos reached out towards the direction his soulmate was curling around his arms before receding when he stepped back. Eyeless Jack while a recluse craved normality so he finally exited his cabin towards the nearest store. While checking out his items, ones he didnât really need but anything to feel normal he supposed, the cashier's hand touched his tattoos burned as the burning sensation spread all the way to his hand. Jack assumed the cashier felt it too watching they gawked.
Regaining their composure they began to tease him, âwhat took you so long?â
Seeing the world in black and white till you meet your soulmate :Ticci toby
Toby was always curious about how colors looked, what if he was wearing a horrendously color matched outfit and couldnât tell because he couldn't see it? What if his favorite knitted sweater from when he was little was a piss colored yellow? So many questions have gone unanswered it still annoys him that he canât see colors what if yellow was a whole different color then what he thought it was, well Cupid decided today he would find out as leaves crunched under his foot as Toby walked the woods coming across someone sitting on the cliff looking out at the city below them, when he stepped on a particular damp twig they whipped their head around locking eyes with Toby. Colors flooded both of their senses overwhelmingly so, Toby swore he could smell them too at the beginning.
Overwhelmed with shock his soulmate jumped up running towards him stopping halfway before beginning their sentence feverishly, âNice to meet you!â They extended their hand for a handshake, Toby cautiously stepped forward before recorpiratingÂ
Meet cute with kabru and a shy/quiet gn reader, reader works at the tavern, the one where kabru live... as for the timeline... hmmm post manga please:D tyyy!!
Last call at midnight
Thanks for the request! This is on the shorter side since I wasnt too sure where to go with the story so I might write a continuation.
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Kabru was absolutely exhausted and was not looking forward to another day of trying to get Marcille to not feed Laios sweets no matter how much he begs tomorrow, walking out of the royal castle and down the dimmed streets gazing around while reading signs trying to find a interesting place to relax after a day of work. Stopping at a sign that read, âThe Salty Bellâ the cursive writing is slightly hard to read. Shrugging his shoulders he opened the glass door, the bell above it chiming as he stepped in the lighting inside hurting his eyes as Kabru adjusted to them. The air was musky and the smell of cigars tingling his nose as people laughed and slurred their words.
âLast call for drinks!â One of the bartenders called out loudly. Kabru settled down at one stool in front of the bar, sighing loudly.
deciding that a couple drinks could calm his insomnia before bed he flagged down the bartender, âOne whiskey please.â Nodding your head you began to pour the larger drink sliding it over towards him, after finishing it he called for another, then another and suddenly he had 5 drinks. Kabru began to ramble about work to you as the liquid courage slid down his throat, carrying the conversation heavily. You leaned onto the counter, people began to fizzle out of the bar so having nothing better to do you listened to whatever he had to say. Finding his voice nice and he wasnât bad to look at all so the occasional giggle came out when he began to describe who you assumed to be his boss.
Opening your mouth to speak hesitating a bit before deciding fuck it, âHow would you like to continue this conversation elsewhere? The bar is closing soon.â
âI would like that actually,â Kabru slurred his words slightly being tipsy.
tumblr likes to eat asks(unfortunately canât do anything about it)so if I donât get your req out by two weeks you can send in a ask questioning if I got it
Soulmate tropes multifandom part one: Hunter x Hunter
part two || part three || part four ||
notes: I wanted to try my hand at writing soulmate au's so hopefully this is decent requests are open.
tw's:Talks of death in chrollos part, immortality in chrollos part, and angst in his part too.
Red string of fate you can tug: Kurapika
Kurapikaâs soulmate frustrates him to no end, pulling their string at the worst moments with such force that he wonders how the hell theyâre so strong. He could be sleeping and suddenly feel a tug from his pinky moving him to the other side. Kurapika understands heâs not heavy but thereâs no way heâs that light! When he finally comes face to face with his soulmate giving them the equivalent of the stink eye.
Kurapika huffs before blurting out, âWhy have you been manhandling me for no reason?â They have to stifle a laugh at his bluntness.
Immortal x mortal who keeps getting reincarnated but falls in love with immortal over and over: Chrollo
Chrolloâs soulmate constantly wallows in their own sadness, being immortal has no perks once you begin to live it. They hate having so many chances at life when they have to constantly wait for Chrollo again, watching him die months or days after a confession over and over makes them despise their never ending life Chrollo always dies after falling in mutual love with them making his soulmate swear to never fall in love with him again but always falling to the curse of the never ending cycle of reincarnation and death.
âIâll always love you no matter how many lifeâs I live,â was always ringing in their ears in different voices but it was always him.
Really poor description on how you meet your soulmate is written on you: Feitan
Feitanâs face contorted into confusion when he first got the inky writing engraved into his skin, yeah sure he knew what soulmates were but the method whoever chooses soulmates picked out for him was annoying. I mean what kind of description of their meeting is, âbodies will hit it will be hot and sharp.â It threw him for a loop but eventually he decided to just give up on his soulmate. He didn't need romance, he's a thief for god's sake! But he was destined to meet you so when he bumped into someone holding scorching hot coffee that splattered onto him it hurt but it wasnât bad for a nen user but just for the inconvenience he pulled out a switch knife holding it up to their wrist as a threat.
âOh so this is what the text meant, how ironic,â the unknown person standing before him chuckled as he withdrew his weapon, coming to the same conclusion.
Someone can not experience true love until they meet their soulmate: Illumi
Illumi used to ask his mother about how he would meet his soulmate; she explained that methods are genetic and he would most likely be feeling no love until they meet the one. But he was quickly told to discard the idea of love and soulmates and encouraged to just marry the strongest person he would meet. Illumi drilled that fact into his head after some push from his parents he began to scout out potential candidates for marriage running into a florist worker their clay pot holding flowers were expected to smash into the floor but Illumi assumed that they were a nen user by the way they gripped their pot. Illumi walked off before hearing the same floral worker calling out to him holding a smaller bouquet, the plastic making a crunching noise as they moved to hold it out to the male's chest.
They grinned at him before hesitating, ultimately deciding to speak, âHere to apologize about running into you sir!â A weird fluttering feeling enveloped Illumi. He glanced at them studying their facial expressions and body language, thinking about them possibly cursing the flowers before giving them the pass, shrugging his shoulders and gingerly grabbing the flowers from them.
Countdown until you meet your soulmate: Uvogin
Never paid attention to the timer until Nobunaga pointed out that it was getting extremely low, in all honesty Uvogin kinda wanted to be in a romantic setting. He had his flings here and there but it wasnât real love; he never pursued anything more due to his⊠job. So when he caught their eye during a stroll I mean who wouldnât notice a 8 foot giant walking around! But then when he bumped into them literally I mean he actually slammed into them kinda, his soulmate was a little intimidated But Uvogin let out a hearty laugh like he always does.
They were the one profusely apologizing before he said, âNah donât worry about it I could never be mad at a cutie like you.â Before walking off did they notice the countdown on your wrist was at 00:00.
Speaking to your soulmate during dreams: Shizuku
Shizuku was indifferent towards the whole idea, but she also didn't get the hype people would get with soulmates watching people raving about meeting their soulmate while boasting was confusing. Well that was before she got her soulmate method, falling asleep after shifting in her bed for forever Shizuku dreamt of beautiful scenery with a person whose face was blurred out. Finally the two came to the realization, after a long while, that they can talk to each other and share intriguing conversations but whenever they try to say anything about their personal lives other than nicknames the pair would wake up suddenly like they experienced a nightmare. Shizuku, to her surprise, remembered every little detail about the person who appeared in her dreams, the blurry marks on their body and the way everything but their face looked, finding them interesting but not having enough time to deliberately look for her destined partner she became content with the small moments they shared. While out after a mission she craved a strawberry cake slice she opened the door to her favorite cafe strutting comfortably to the desk worker who greeted her with a smile and voice she was all too familiar with.
âHello, what can I get you today?â Flashing their signature customer service smile they continued, âTake your time there's a whole lot of options.â
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