lovesick

would you be down to spend all your time with me?

[evilmenenjoyer]

Hello and welcome! I'm not very good with intros so I'll do my best here:

call me Stella

I'm 27 years old and I live in Latin America

I made this blog mostly to write and talk about fanfiction, but maybe someday I'll share more about my original projects as well!

my favorite things to write are morally gray protagonists and toxic relationships. I understand this is not everyone's cup of tea, so be aware of that before following, and of course always read the content warnings before you read any fanfic.

I write reader insert as well as canon/OC. Although I can be shy to talk about my own, I absolutely love OCs and would be beyond excited to talk about them (my own as well as yours!) if anyone was interested.

I am a very slow writer! I try my very best to keep fic updates consistent, but don't expect me to be fast or you'll be disappointed.

you can always send me a fic request / suggestion, but again, I'm slow. Also if he's not at least a little bit evil I won't write it sorry.

always feel free to hop into my inbox to ramble about characters, share headcanons, ask me questions about my fics, or just chat about life!

Links:

my masterlist (under co.)

my AO3.

more tba.

[ceruleanheaven]

sometimes i have a dream that reveals such a humiliating desire i have that i genuinely lose a bit of respect for myself

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[evilmenenjoyer]

i'm so overdue for a good mujin/jiwoo crashout i feel like i haven't had one in a long time

[darksideofwhitedragon]

[evilmenenjoyer]

introducing: ANGELICA SATO-TAYLOR

24. messy ballerina and even messier survivor. read more about her on pas de trois series.

[xanaxfarts]

Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation

[evilmenenjoyer]

chapter two

pairing: (eventual) Chishiya / OC / Niragi word count: 4.7k synopsis: In the midst of a conflict that might make or break her career, a ballerina falls upon the mysterious Borderlands. Caught between the violence of the games and the increasingly tangled pull of unsteady alliances, Angelica learns that survival is just another kind of choreography.

Turning her back to them, she realizes the room has been cleared to make room for a large, elegant chess table, with two chairs on each side of the board. A panel stands behind the board, as grandiose as everything else in this casino. Kanji shines at the top of it like a neon sign.

Four chairs, but there’s only three of them. And Angelica could swear she had grabbed the last phone from the table.

It takes her a few seconds to notice him, standing isolated from the rest of them. A man wearing a zip-up hoodie, the hood of it over his head. The casino’s colorful lights reflect on the fabric and his shoulder-length hair, flashing blue and purple and pink, making her unsure of what color exactly they are. He doesn’t look uneasy, or scared in the slightest. Hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed. His dark eyes meet hers across the room, holding her gaze for just a second too long before they move on to something else, uninterested.

A new card lights up on the screen and on the panel by the chess board: Seven of Clubs.

read on ao3.

[butchdykekondraki-moved]

free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

[butchdykekondraki-moved]

free my girl she has the same character traits as a male character but is getting deemed a bitch for them

[butchdykekondraki-moved]

free my girl she acted irrationally in a situation where it was impossible to act rationally and is now being hated for it

[yingtan]

Today, people call you a boy, but tomorrow, they'll call you sir. It's your chance to make a name for yourself, understand?

As Tears Go By (1988) dir. Wong Kar-wai

[knifefightscene]

[evilmenenjoyer]

the bad news is i've sort of retired from reader fics, the good news is writing stella is back :')

[evilmenenjoyer]

chapter one

pairing: (eventual) Chishiya / OC / Niragi word count: 3.627 synopsis: In the midst of a conflict that might make or break her career, a ballerina falls upon the mysterious Borderlands. Caught between the violence of the games and the increasingly tangled pull of unsteady alliances, Angelica learns that survival is just another kind of choreography.

Angelica stumbles out of the theater, barefoot and covered in rope burns. The only wish in her mind is to be met with the comforting chaos of the city outside, cars and lights and swarms of people walking around. Instead, there’s nothing.

Nothing. Not a sound, not a single person in the streets, not even lights on in any buildings now that the sky is turning dark with dusk.

Her face is a mixture of shock and horror as she makes her way down the stairs and into the street, momentarily forgetting her injuries and the dead bodies inside. She must be imagining things. Maybe the stress from the lawsuit and her demanding routine have finally caught up to her. Maybe she fell asleep without realizing it, exhausted from all those rehearsals, and she’s about to wake up from the wildest dream she’s ever had.

Except the ache on her dislocated shoulder is too sharp to be a dream, and she can still hear the last breaths of each person in that theater clear in her mind.

read on AO3!

[evilmenenjoyer]

chapter one

pairing: (eventual) Chishiya / OC / Niragi word count: 3.627 synopsis: In the midst of a conflict that might make or break her career, a ballerina falls upon the mysterious Borderlands. Caught between the violence of the games and the increasingly tangled pull of unsteady alliances, Angelica learns that survival is just another kind of choreography.

Angelica stumbles out of the theater, barefoot and covered in rope burns. The only wish in her mind is to be met with the comforting chaos of the city outside, cars and lights and swarms of people walking around. Instead, there’s nothing.

Nothing. Not a sound, not a single person in the streets, not even lights on in any buildings now that the sky is turning dark with dusk.

Her face is a mixture of shock and horror as she makes her way down the stairs and into the street, momentarily forgetting her injuries and the dead bodies inside. She must be imagining things. Maybe the stress from the lawsuit and her demanding routine have finally caught up to her. Maybe she fell asleep without realizing it, exhausted from all those rehearsals, and she’s about to wake up from the wildest dream she’s ever had.

Except the ache on her dislocated shoulder is too sharp to be a dream, and she can still hear the last breaths of each person in that theater clear in her mind.

read on AO3!

[evilmenenjoyer]

[evilmenenjoyer]

[holocrone]

In the Mood for Love, 花樣年華 dir. Wong Kar-wai (2000)

[ieatratsyummy]

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.