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[ros-is-writing]

Pinned post moment!

🔹 My name is Ros (short for Rosalie <3)

🔹 I’m using she/they pronouns right now, but that might change…

🔹 I’m mainly a lifesteal writer at the moment! You can find my ao3 here

🔹 This *is* a sideblog so I can’t interact without leaking my main, which I don’t want to do for personal reasons. Sorry if it feels like I’m ignoring you, I promise I’m not!

🔹 #ros rambles = talking about writing

🔹 #ros fics = posted links to fics

[generalized-incompetence]

spent an hour making these instead of writing

[sanerontheinside]

me @ the first one on this post:

[ros-is-writing]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48258973/chapters/206231321

Hey

[ros-is-writing]

Opening the Google docs app on my phone in bed feels like coming home

[shieldofiron]

Lol this is so real, this was me 2022-2023 going through stage 7 grief. But ANYway...

[shieldofiron]

AO3 user ShieldOfIron

[kagedbird]

😬

[casinoquartet]

ik ur idgafmaxxing abt lifesteal rn but do you have any fic recs for swagdoons since the tag is as dry as the sahara desert rn

hello anon !!! i know there's a pretty extensive swagdoons fic rec list here

in terms of what i personally read, everything i read from the 50% bisexual club was pretty good and i enjoyed a lot :) i also enjoyed I’m not listenin’ when you say goodbye and even though it updates slowly, it's still being updated

hopefully this helps anon !!!

[ros-is-writing]

Polyeclipse arranged marriage/mafia AU drabble pt5!

Characters: Zam, Vitalasy, Subz

Word count: 828

Previous

Exploring was getting boring, Zam was beginning to realize. He really did not enjoy pacing the same hallways again and again like he was going to find something interesting. 

Until one day, he did. 

Zam turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. Something in his chest stopped and restarted with a completely different rhythm, because there were two people making out against the wall and one of them was his supposed fiancé. 

Not that Zam cared that one was his fiancé (they didn’t want to marry each other anyway), it was just jarring to see him with another person. Especially when the other person was holding him up against the wall like the most expensive porcelain in the world. It was clear the two cared very much about each other, Zam was immediately uncomfortable.

Damn, it hadn’t even been a week and some shit had already happened between him and Vitalasy. Zam hated to admit he wasn’t even surprised. 

“Nope!” Zam chirped and turned around, ready to leave. He heard the two people behind him abruptly realize there was another person here, but kept going. If Vitalasy wanted him to know who this mystery person was, he would stop Zam from leaving. If not, who cares. 

“Zam!” Vitalasy called. “Let me explain!” Zam hesitantly turned around, spinning on his heels. He took a second to restock the two people standing in front of him. Vitalasy was Vitalasy, tall and awkward and secretly very deadly though he didn’t look it now, dressed in pajama pants of all things. The other guy was a good half foot shorter than Vitalasy and twice as built, his brown hair flopped over his face, making him simultaneously look emo and really cute. Was Zam crushing on Vitalasy’s partner? 

“You don’t need to explain, man,” Zam put his hands up. “Neither of us want to marry each other, I don’t care if you have a guy on the side. Especially if he’s cute.” 

Vitalasy made a shocked expression. “Okay, no,” he said firmly. “This is my fiancé,” Vitalasy explained, like that helped the situation at all. “My real fiancé, we were engaged before they put us together,” he gestured between him and the guy, then him and Zam. 

Before Zam could tell him that he literally didn’t care, Vitalasy reached into his shirt to pull out a necklace with a ring on it. Without looking he did the same to his fiancé, proving that they were indeed engaged. 

“Damn. Buy me dinner first,” the man complained after Vitalasy had quite literally stuck his hand down his shirt. 

“Subz, we’ve been together for six years,” Vitalasy deadpanned. The man- Subz, laughed and pulled his necklace away from Vitalasy, then tucked both back into their shirts. He was so gentle with his movements, and that giggle- Zam needed to calm down. 

“Okay, great,” Zam announced. “You guys keep doing your thing, I’ll stay out of your business.” He turned to leave again but suddenly remembered something. 

“Do you go with him when he comes to my place?” Zam asked, pointing at Subz. Per terms of the engagement, Vitalasy and Zam were required to stay at each other's headquarters, changing organizations every month. It was annoying as fuck. 

“I’m not allowed,” Subz said plainly. His emotions were very concealed, apart from a hand on Vitalasy’s back. As Zam watched, Vitalasy crept a hand onto his hip, shifting closer. 

“He has things to do here,” Vitalasy defended. “He’s our best executive, you can’t just take him like that.” 

“Hey, I’m not trying to take him!” Zam placitated. “I’m just saying it might be more comfortable for you if he was allowed to visit you when you’re stuck at my place. I can update his clearance.” 

Vitalasy glared suspiciously. “Since when have you cared about my comfortability?” 

“Since I had to spend months at your headquarters without anyone I knew,” Zam narrowed his eyes. “It sucks.” 

“I’m not letting your friends come over here.”

“I never asked for you to let me bring my friends over.” 

The two of them glared at each other in tense silence for another second before Subz rolled his eyes and stepped between them. 

“Yes, I would appreciate it if you updated my clearance, Zam.” He said, already turning Vitalasy around. “It’s nice to meet you, we’re going to go now.” With his hands on Vitalasy’s shoulders, Subz marched them both down the hallway and away from Zam. 

Well, Zam now knows that his situation is much worse than he originally thought, great! Not only was he engaged to a man he didn’t want to marry, but the man was already engaged to someone else. And that someone else was pretty! 

Zam sighed and turned to walk the opposite direction Vitalasy and Subz went. Hopefully he wouldn’t run into them together anytime else. 

“What fucking day is it?” He mumbled to himself as he walked. “How long until I get to go home?”

[ros-is-writing]

Polyeclipse arranged marriage/mafia AU drabble pt4!

Characters: Zam

Word count: 631

Previous

Next

The wedding wasn’t anything special. There was barely even a ceremony. It was more or less the same exact meeting that the two families had before, but with more people this time, and six weeks later. 

Vitalasy was exactly the same as Zam remembered, judgy and cold. He’d signed the papers, nodded his head, and then they were married. 

Not a day after, Zam was shipped off to the Eclipse base that was to be his and Vitalasy’s home. They had to shift homes every other month, not giving them time to adjust to anywhere, really. They kind of lived… nowhere, now. Neither the Eclipse nor the Leviathan proxy headquarters that they had matching penthouse suites in were familiar to Zam. He kind of hated them both. 

The Eclipse proxy headquarters was ridiculously big for how many people were in it. Well, there were plenty of people there during the day, but at night, it was empty as fuck. 

Zam had that exact thought for probably the third time since he moved here, wandering through dark hallways without a single person in sight. There weren’t even lights on in any of the rooms, or noises of people still unhappily awake at this hour. There was nothing. 

Nothing except Zam and motherfucking Vitalasy a couple floors up. 

The thought of Vitalasy made Zam grind his teeth, face morphing into a frown. He’d barely seen the man but he could feel the hostility in the building. Now that they were in an enclosed location away from their Bosses, it was clear that they hated each other. 

Both of their families were known for not playing by the rules. Eclipse was notorious for exploits. They always seemed to pull things off that they shouldn’t be able to, with the help of very illegal and very unattainable objects. Leviathan’s fame was built on duping, replicating items to a mass amount, so they could never run out of resources. Realistically, Vitalasy and Zam were pretty similar in terms of their positions in their families and their morales. But god did that not change a damn thing between them. 

Zam sighed and turned around, headed back to his bedroom. It was on the top floor of the headquarters, splitting the space with Vitalasy’s. (Reason why Zam wasn’t sleeping right now: exhibit A!) It wasn’t a bad bedroom -probably the best Zam’s ever had- he just did not want to be that close to Vitalasy. Like, ever. 

But Zam went anyway, because sleep was better than… not sleep. 

As he made his way upstairs, Zam eyed the patterns on the walls and how they changed the further up he went. He was quite literally going into the belly of the beast, following increasingly intricate patterns up the stairs. By the time he got to the top floor where his and Vitalasy’s rooms were, there was full on sun and moon symbolism on the walls. 

Pretentious fucks. 

Yeah, they were Eclipse, Zam didn’t need to be reminded. And it wasn’t even a full eclipse without an earth to see it from. So take that, Eclipse. 

At the top of the stairs was a hallway that ran lengthwise, left to Zam’s quarters and right to Vitalasy’s. They shared a wall. Zam had already tested how sound proof it was by yelling at Vitalasy for a full hour. Either Vitalasy had chosen not to respond or his shouting didn’t make it through the wall. 

The double suite was a really dumb way to force them together yet separate at the same time. Putting them in the same room would be better, at this point. 

Zam flipped off the hallway to Vitalasy’s room as he walked past it, practically feeling bad vibes emit from it. Fuck that. He was going to bed. 

[ros-is-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is not a drill!

[ros-is-writing]

Polyeclipse arranged marriage/mafia AU drabble pt5!

Characters: Zam, Vitalasy, Subz

Word count: 828

Previous

Exploring was getting boring, Zam was beginning to realize. He really did not enjoy pacing the same hallways again and again like he was going to find something interesting. 

Until one day, he did. 

Zam turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. Something in his chest stopped and restarted with a completely different rhythm, because there were two people making out against the wall and one of them was his supposed fiancé. 

Not that Zam cared that one was his fiancé (they didn’t want to marry each other anyway), it was just jarring to see him with another person. Especially when the other person was holding him up against the wall like the most expensive porcelain in the world. It was clear the two cared very much about each other, Zam was immediately uncomfortable.

Damn, it hadn’t even been a week and some shit had already happened between him and Vitalasy. Zam hated to admit he wasn’t even surprised. 

“Nope!” Zam chirped and turned around, ready to leave. He heard the two people behind him abruptly realize there was another person here, but kept going. If Vitalasy wanted him to know who this mystery person was, he would stop Zam from leaving. If not, who cares. 

“Zam!” Vitalasy called. “Let me explain!” Zam hesitantly turned around, spinning on his heels. He took a second to restock the two people standing in front of him. Vitalasy was Vitalasy, tall and awkward and secretly very deadly though he didn’t look it now, dressed in pajama pants of all things. The other guy was a good half foot shorter than Vitalasy and twice as built, his brown hair flopped over his face, making him simultaneously look emo and really cute. Was Zam crushing on Vitalasy’s partner? 

“You don’t need to explain, man,” Zam put his hands up. “Neither of us want to marry each other, I don’t care if you have a guy on the side. Especially if he’s cute.” 

Vitalasy made a shocked expression. “Okay, no,” he said firmly. “This is my fiancé,” Vitalasy explained, like that helped the situation at all. “My real fiancé, we were engaged before they put us together,” he gestured between him and the guy, then him and Zam. 

Before Zam could tell him that he literally didn’t care, Vitalasy reached into his shirt to pull out a necklace with a ring on it. Without looking he did the same to his fiancé, proving that they were indeed engaged. 

“Damn. Buy me dinner first,” the man complained after Vitalasy had quite literally stuck his hand down his shirt. 

“Subz, we’ve been together for six years,” Vitalasy deadpanned. The man- Subz, laughed and pulled his necklace away from Vitalasy, then tucked both back into their shirts. He was so gentle with his movements, and that giggle- Zam needed to calm down. 

“Okay, great,” Zam announced. “You guys keep doing your thing, I’ll stay out of your business.” He turned to leave again but suddenly remembered something. 

“Do you go with him when he comes to my place?” Zam asked, pointing at Subz. Per terms of the engagement, Vitalasy and Zam were required to stay at each other's headquarters, changing organizations every month. It was annoying as fuck. 

“I’m not allowed,” Subz said plainly. His emotions were very concealed, apart from a hand on Vitalasy’s back. As Zam watched, Vitalasy crept a hand onto his hip, shifting closer. 

“He has things to do here,” Vitalasy defended. “He’s our best executive, you can’t just take him like that.” 

“Hey, I’m not trying to take him!” Zam placitated. “I’m just saying it might be more comfortable for you if he was allowed to visit you when you’re stuck at my place. I can update his clearance.” 

Vitalasy glared suspiciously. “Since when have you cared about my comfortability?” 

“Since I had to spend months at your headquarters without anyone I knew,” Zam narrowed his eyes. “It sucks.” 

“I’m not letting your friends come over here.”

“I never asked for you to let me bring my friends over.” 

The two of them glared at each other in tense silence for another second before Subz rolled his eyes and stepped between them. 

“Yes, I would appreciate it if you updated my clearance, Zam.” He said, already turning Vitalasy around. “It’s nice to meet you, we’re going to go now.” With his hands on Vitalasy’s shoulders, Subz marched them both down the hallway and away from Zam. 

Well, Zam now knows that his situation is much worse than he originally thought, great! Not only was he engaged to a man he didn’t want to marry, but the man was already engaged to someone else. And that someone else was pretty! 

Zam sighed and turned to walk the opposite direction Vitalasy and Subz went. Hopefully he wouldn’t run into them together anytime else. 

“What fucking day is it?” He mumbled to himself as he walked. “How long until I get to go home?”

[ros-is-writing]

Polyeclipse arranged marriage/mafia AU drabble pt4!

Characters: Zam

Word count: 631

Previous

Next

The wedding wasn’t anything special. There was barely even a ceremony. It was more or less the same exact meeting that the two families had before, but with more people this time, and six weeks later. 

Vitalasy was exactly the same as Zam remembered, judgy and cold. He’d signed the papers, nodded his head, and then they were married. 

Not a day after, Zam was shipped off to the Eclipse base that was to be his and Vitalasy’s home. They had to shift homes every other month, not giving them time to adjust to anywhere, really. They kind of lived… nowhere, now. Neither the Eclipse nor the Leviathan proxy headquarters that they had matching penthouse suites in were familiar to Zam. He kind of hated them both. 

The Eclipse proxy headquarters was ridiculously big for how many people were in it. Well, there were plenty of people there during the day, but at night, it was empty as fuck. 

Zam had that exact thought for probably the third time since he moved here, wandering through dark hallways without a single person in sight. There weren’t even lights on in any of the rooms, or noises of people still unhappily awake at this hour. There was nothing. 

Nothing except Zam and motherfucking Vitalasy a couple floors up. 

The thought of Vitalasy made Zam grind his teeth, face morphing into a frown. He’d barely seen the man but he could feel the hostility in the building. Now that they were in an enclosed location away from their Bosses, it was clear that they hated each other. 

Both of their families were known for not playing by the rules. Eclipse was notorious for exploits. They always seemed to pull things off that they shouldn’t be able to, with the help of very illegal and very unattainable objects. Leviathan’s fame was built on duping, replicating items to a mass amount, so they could never run out of resources. Realistically, Vitalasy and Zam were pretty similar in terms of their positions in their families and their morales. But god did that not change a damn thing between them. 

Zam sighed and turned around, headed back to his bedroom. It was on the top floor of the headquarters, splitting the space with Vitalasy’s. (Reason why Zam wasn’t sleeping right now: exhibit A!) It wasn’t a bad bedroom -probably the best Zam’s ever had- he just did not want to be that close to Vitalasy. Like, ever. 

But Zam went anyway, because sleep was better than… not sleep. 

As he made his way upstairs, Zam eyed the patterns on the walls and how they changed the further up he went. He was quite literally going into the belly of the beast, following increasingly intricate patterns up the stairs. By the time he got to the top floor where his and Vitalasy’s rooms were, there was full on sun and moon symbolism on the walls. 

Pretentious fucks. 

Yeah, they were Eclipse, Zam didn’t need to be reminded. And it wasn’t even a full eclipse without an earth to see it from. So take that, Eclipse. 

At the top of the stairs was a hallway that ran lengthwise, left to Zam’s quarters and right to Vitalasy’s. They shared a wall. Zam had already tested how sound proof it was by yelling at Vitalasy for a full hour. Either Vitalasy had chosen not to respond or his shouting didn’t make it through the wall. 

The double suite was a really dumb way to force them together yet separate at the same time. Putting them in the same room would be better, at this point. 

Zam flipped off the hallway to Vitalasy’s room as he walked past it, practically feeling bad vibes emit from it. Fuck that. He was going to bed. 

[ros-is-writing]

Swagdoons summer

[ros-is-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is not a drill!

[ros-is-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is not a drill!

[ros-is-writing]

Swagdoons summer

[hauntedwhiskers]

Pondering my orbs.

[ros-is-writing]

Did someone say ros-is-writing horror au?

[misty-feathers]

fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

choose

times new roman (you will never be free of times new roman, 12pt, double spaced)

arial

cambria or georgia

calibri???

helvetica

verdana

garamond

comic sans bc i KNOW some of you are out here doing this

other (tell me in the tags!)

Voting ended onJun 16, 2025