Adult aged, SFW, multi-fandom creator! I'm a multishipper and I LOVE rarepairs.
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Fics I Wrote:
💖 = written with my darling fiancée | 💜 = written solo
Affogato and Caramel Arrow's Get Along Shirt | Complete | 169k | Cookie Run | Affogato/Caramel Arrow 💖 | #aacagas
From the Spire to a Peak | Complete | 120k | Cookie Run | Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk/Truthless Recluse/Sage of Truth 💜 | #spiralpique au
The Night After | Complete | 36.6k | Cookie Run | Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk, Black Sapphire/Silverbell 💖 | #the night after
In the Eye of the Vanilla Beholder | In Progress | Estimated 250k | Cookie Run | Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk 💖 | #smilk fae au
Abstraction of the Soul | Incomplete | 205k | Cult of the Lamb | Narinder/The Lamb 💖 | #aots au
Clairnoir Series | Incomplete | 284k | Cookie Run | Abyss Monarch/Electric Eel/Timekeeper 💖 | #clairnoir au
Having multiple soulmates isn't unheard of. The world is vast enough that having more than one is actually a comfort. Statistically—he'd roughly done the math—more than half of those who develop soulmarks will never meet their fated bond due to this. It stands to reason then that the chance of getting to meet one's fated bond is a lot less slim the more bonds one has.
It isn't this that surprises him. Having multiple soulmates isn't unheard of, but most who are lucky enough to have more than one only have two or if they're incredibly lucky, three.
Army has four.
hiii. welcome to this fic thats taken over about a month of my life atp. ill be posting two chapters daily until the whole thing is posted, so yall wont have to wait long since the chapter count is 7 💖
this fic is MOSTLY written at the time of posting this—im literally writing the final scene right now and dont expect to need to deviate from my self imposed posting schedule. the expected final word count is 23k–24k.
that tumblr sexyman poll is pissing me off so bad like oh my god ryland grace isn't a tumblr sexyman MY MOM FINDS HIM SEXY . THAT'S RYAN FUCKING GOSLING ToT ... IDC if tumblr loves him he's also ryan god damn gosling . at least senshi and tenna are like a little more niche, a little more against the grain... RYLAND GRACE IS PLAYED BY RYAN GOSLING............ YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY !!!
Having multiple soulmates isn't unheard of. The world is vast enough that having more than one is actually a comfort. Statistically—he'd roughly done the math—more than half of those who develop soulmarks will never meet their fated bond due to this. It stands to reason then that the chance of getting to meet one's fated bond is a lot less slim the more bonds one has.
It isn't this that surprises him. Having multiple soulmates isn't unheard of, but most who are lucky enough to have more than one only have two or if they're incredibly lucky, three.
Army has four.
hiii. welcome to this fic thats taken over about a month of my life atp. ill be posting two chapters daily until the whole thing is posted, so yall wont have to wait long since the chapter count is 7 💖
this fic is MOSTLY written at the time of posting this—im literally writing the final scene right now and dont expect to need to deviate from my self imposed posting schedule. the expected final word count is 23k–24k.
ok in all seriousness, i will be dropping off the face of the earth in the next four days for about a week. my beautiful and lovely fiancée is coming to visit me for my birthday and, hopefully, for the last time before we move in together :]
me sticking my hands in five different fandoms at once: hiii coroika hiiii. here's a snippet of a giant poly S5 fic im writing for wife!! getting used to using my big boy writing style :]
cw for some slight suggestive language, bc its aloha lmao. this is about 900 words (and yes i said snippet)
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"Saw Rider at the Reef the other day," Aloha greets him without greeting him, leaning against the arcade cabinet that Mask is currently trying to beat his own high-score on. It's a racing game—he's not particularly any good at racing games, but he's better than all the other schmucks who come in and put their grubby loser hands all over the controllers here, and it's his name on the leaderboard, all the way down.
Mask grunts a response, shifting the wheel controller as hard as he can to the right. He knows from experience that if he doesn't give Aloha some kind of response, the pink inkling will pout about it and get increasingly annoying until Mask relents.
Thankfully, it's enough. Aloha shifts how he's leaning against the cabinet, draping himself against it dramatically instead. "He's so attractive, Mask, have you seen him? I feel crazy."
"What are you talking about," Mask mutters, the question rhetorical and flat. He soars across the finish line and scowls at the score he gets—not enough to beat his own score from however long ago he set it.
"C'mon, you've heard of Rider," Aloha assures him with one of those flirty, playful smiles he likes to wear. In the dim lights of the arcade, Aloha's freckles and tentacle spots give off a soft light—he's a firefly squid and he loves to flaunt it so much that it'd be difficult to find someone who doesn't know that about him. Mask thinks so, at least. "He's the guy tearing up the leagues right now. Got no proper team. Gold dynamo?"
The name of the heavy roller makes Mask's face twist up as though he's eaten something sour. His expression is covered by his gas mask, but Aloha's good at reading him—much to his continued displeasure—and lets out a bright laugh.
"Yeah, I've heard of him," Mask mutters darkly, giving the racing game a parting glare before he pushes himself up out of the seat. He's not in the mood for it anymore, and if Aloha's going to be bothering him, he should probably find something else to do. "He'll be oooold news by next week. Everything always is."
Aloha trails after him like a lost duckling. "Oh my cod, Mask," he sighs, lifting both hands and dragging them down his freckled face in exasperation. "Please don't tell me you're still just getting your news from Chumblr, Rider's been trending on Squidder for weeks."
"Don't caaare." Mask rolls his eyes even though Aloha can't see it at this angle, picking a direction and walking away. He wants nothing more than to go back and kick the shit out of the racing cabinet, but that'll do literally nothing productive. He'd probably bruise his foot if he did, not to mention look like a total immature little baby in front of Aloha.
Not that he cares what Aloha thinks of him. It's just embarrassing either way.
"Ugh, whatever. I've given up on trying to excavate you from that dead website." Aloha shakes his head. He trails to a stop as they pass a claw machine, then points at it and loudly demands. "Mask, get me something."
The sigh Mask lets out is a well practiced and well used one. It's the 'Aloha sigh', reserved specifically for when Aloha does some dumb whaleshit that pisses Mask off. Which is often whenever Aloha's around him.
He meanders over and puts a token into the claw machine, boredly scanning the selection of plushies and prizes. He picks something stupid and sparkly and pink and begins to direct the claw over to it. Aloha all but has his face pressed up against the side of the cabinet, watching Mask play.
"I wasn't kidding about Rider, by the way," Aloha says as Mask is shifting the claw. He's not expecting it and lets go too early, staring in dismay as the claw reaches down, knocks his target aside, and grabs nothing but thin air. Aloha doesn't seem too perturbed by his failure. "He's stupid hot. Like, he could be a model. Cod, I bet he's got amazing arms, you gotta have good arm strength to use a dynamo like that, right?"
"Upper body," Mask corrects with a mutter, crouching to slot another token into the claw machine. "Back and chest. Rollers are heavy."
Aloha's staring at him. Mask takes a moment to think about it, then shrugs, standing up straight and grabbing the joystick for the claw again.
"I gueeess you need arm strength too if you're swinging your roller around like a pleb."
Aloha shivers and Mask pretends not to notice, going for the stupid pink sparkly plush he'd been aiming for before. Aloha likes gaudy things like that, and he'll get bonus points for getting something Aloha can hug and squish. He shifts the claw backwards exactly where he needs it, taking a deep breath before sliding it to the right and watching with narrowed eyes.
"You think he could pick me up?" Aloha murmurs. There's something beneath his tone that makes Mask want to shudder too. Unfortunately for him, Aloha keeps thinking out loud—the velvet soft hum of his voice reaches into Mask's chest and lights a fire in his core. "He could pin me to something… or throw me over his shoulder… He has such nice shoulders, they're so broad, Mask."
The claw descends and successfully grips its target, and Mask lets out a sigh of relief. It's already embarrassing enough that he missed it the first time. He doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he missed with the claw again.
"Could you stop being hooorny for two seconds?" Mask snarks, watching the claw bring the pink plush home. It's a jellyfish with rhinestones embedded its bell, and the long tentacles that extend from it are made of both sheer and soft fabric. "Get your shitty prize, I have other games to play."
best part of writing this fic is coming up with sea related puns for every social media platform i can think of. finally had a breakthrough on renaming tiktok (crucial and essential because aloha would absolutely use it)
I think a lot of people misunderstand why enemies to lovers is so popular. It’s quickly become one of the most pervasive tropes in many novels. Is it the banter, the tension? That’s definitely part of it. But if that were true, then friends-to-lovers and literally any romance with good dialogue and characterization would scratch the same itch. For some, it does, but for many…enemies-to-lovers just hits different.
My theory is that it isn’t actually about love, not really. I think it fulfils a fantasy that no other trope can provide: the fantasy of being seen as an equal.
Think about what specifically makes someone an enemy in fiction. It’s not just someone the MC dislikes, it’s someone who can affect them in tangible ways, maybe even have the power to ruin them, challenge their worldview, expose their weaknesses, etc. The relationship begins with conflict because the characters are fundamentally opposed in some way. It doesn’t matter why, but they’re fighting. There is a struggle for dominance.
I would argue that the most impactful enemies-to-lovers moments are never the romantic moments, they’re the scenes where power shifts. They BOTH lose: they’re forced into a position that would have horrified them at the beginning of the story. They end up needing (or wanting) each other.
That’s why I think people are often disappointed when a supposed enemies-to-lovers story turns out to be a milquetoast attempt where they’re just kinda mean to each other for a few pages, and then immediately start making out. Where’s the risk, the actual threat? If the characters aren’t capable of genuinely affecting one another, then the relationship isn’t actually transforming in a satisfying way. The appeal is in the fact that they have power over each other, because the eventual trust they build requires real surrender.
Because here’s the thing about enemies; they pay attention, and usually more attention than anyone else. They notice weaknesses because they’re actively looking for them, they notice strengths because they need to account for them. They notice habits, blind spots, ambitions, fears.
They study the MC with a level of scrutiny that borders (and later crosses) intimate, but unlike friends (or supporting characters in the MC’s corner) they’re not willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, they don’t overlook flaws out of affection. Which is exactly what makes the eventual romance so satisfying. It feels earned.
It’s easy to imagine being loved by someone who sees the best version of you, but it’s an entirely different thing to be loved by someone who has seen you at your worst. That’s why this dynamic often feels more convincing than romances where the characters are immediately into each other.
I imagine there are many who go through life feeling misunderstood, or worse, that the people who love them only love the polished, perfect version they present to the world, almost like impostor syndrome. But what if there was someone who couldn’t be fooled by this carefully constructed image?
When someone more powerful chooses someone, maybe the fantasy is protection. When it’s someone less powerful, the fantasy might be admiration. But if there’s someone intelligent and observant enough to see the MC as an equal, the fantasy there is the most intense and honest validation.
Which means enemies to lovers was never about turning hate/annoyance into love, it was about turning power into vulnerability – which is a terrifying loss of power, which THEN leads to intimacy.
Yeah, I agree OP. It's about power and vulnerability!
Enemies to lovers at it's best is a wonderfully versatile kind of romance, because in the good ones you get things like:
How do you navigate opposing world views? Who challenges your ideals and values to make you a better person? How do you compromise? Because, in a good enemies-to-lovers, it can't actually be that the antagonist was never right about anything or that the protagonist was perfect, or there wouldn't be that mutual respect/attraction. They affect each other. They change each other.
Sacrifice - it's easy to love your friends, it can be easy to love when it doesn't cost you anything, but loving an enemy? What would you actually give up for love? What wouldn't you? When is love enough and when isn't it?
Redemption - not in the 'sad backstory' way, but in the way that you can be forgiven and loved despite the most monstrous or shameful things you have ever done
All of these themes tie into vulnerability, our sense of self, and our power over ourselves and others.
In a good enemies-to-lovers story I don't think it can ever feel like they are just together because it's a romance story. You have to earn it.
Enemies-to-lovers interrogates what it means to love, and how we define love, in a way that I don't think other genres do as much. But I'm also hopelessly biased so!
