Creative Chaos.. ig?

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Here's the update to One Night Shaft, you filthy degens (affectionate)

Blades Before Bed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78338246

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I need to go to bed, but here's a WIP for a continuation for my other fic, One Night Shaft. Polytrix. Smut. Enjoy.

I'm aiming for 4k words. Will be a bit freaker than ONS.

Anyways.. Please peer pressure me into finishing this it would be helpful /lh.

Go to Bed (& Bladefest)

It's a scramble to find Zoey in the flurry of caresses and clothes that follow in their pursuit.

First, the crewneck Mira throws over her head as Rumi flusteredly closes the door, leading to their roof. The cropped tank top that lands to their feet when Mira pins her said door, bringing her hands to her waist. Under the shirt, cool hands on warm skin that guide the fabric up and up in between brute kisses and nips. Stumbling into the living room, Rumi trips over her joggers along with her underwear and almost falls face first into the couch before Mira catches her by the hip. They chuckle, briefly sitting on the sofa to remove the annoying garment before entangling themselves with teeth and claws towards their bedrooms.

They find the makanae, or well, she finds them bursting into her room, clashing lips and onto her desk chair. Mira sits on Rumi’s lap, making contact with her dripping core that seeps into Mira’s grey sweats. Zoey, in shock, holding her game console to her chest, her eyes bulge out in the scene they set. Adorned in her favorite manta ray patterned briefs and a simple white shirt. Hair undone from her space buns. The air was a sharp contrast to the soft flute and whistles that played from her game.

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texted my friend the other day "yknow, I think I'd ship polytrix + Jinu if Jinu was a trans man" and then she immediately said "okay mr.projector, yeah I bet you would. oh, you want polytrix to have a sad little transman boyfriend? yeah I bet you would" and I was just left with pikachu surprise face.

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As a sad trans man, I would love to write Trans!Jinu. How and if I'd include the other Saja's idk.

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I'm in the same boat where I kinda wanna start writing again just to write trans!Jinu but idk how I would incorporate the other Saja Boys into that lol. honestly I dont even have a general plot other than Jinu being a trans guy lmao

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Maybe Modern AU, Jinu like Rumi is from KPop Royalty, well is fostered by his Uncle Gwi-Ma? After the death of his mother and sister. Jinu is trying to make a name for his own and is stealth, trying to erase ties to his Uncle? A shady industry corp boss? He forms the Saja Boys, who rivals Huntrix but find that he likes them and has a sort of mischievous enemies to friends to lovers dynamic? I would love to see about maybe trans fem!Rumi? Where they are both stealth?

Random idea at work on the toilet.

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Help I've been possessed to write more

Here's a concept prologue a Modern AU! fic with the main pov being trans!Jinu.

Years ago..

Twelve thousand won. From weekend catsitting to gardening for Ms. Park across the street. Stuffed in the pocket of his slacks, rustling as he walked to the barber shop. He hoped that this visit would stop the burning on his neck and the dark haunting behind him in the mirror.

The haircut was short, the typical pixie that many stylists give in concern and consequence of conservative mindsets. But for the first time, the spotlight didn't avoid him. And he hadn't felt so free.

It was a detour before returning home to worry about trigonometric ratios and practicing dance routines. While watching his sister as their mom prepped food on her day off. This was something he could control. Not sausage for dinner the third time this week. Not patching up his blazer despite how suffocating it got when they couldn't afford a new one. He'd deal with the consequences later. He needed this. He knew that.

What he didn't expect was the fire.

He had seen the smoke getting out of school. No one likes to think what lies at the end of the smoke is their house. Standing in front of his home, its suffocating black and gray wisps mingle in the smog ridden skies. But what makes him freeze is the flames. The agonizing warmth that calls in its violet pink hues. The crackling of fire doesn't quiet what he hears.

The shrieks of his family inside.

He doesn't remember how he got to his Uncle Gwi-ma’s house. He's barely seen the guy around.

He sits in a velvet blanket surrounded by platinum records and album covers. A minimalist penthouse in dull whites and grays that feel more like a hospital than a home. His uncle speaks up beside him.

“I've got you, D̷͈͎̼̖̟̮̀̅͗͜ȩ̶̢̼̩̣̟̬̥̼̜̟̻̬̩̐́͛̓͂̈́͗́͆͂͒̈́͝a̵͚̟͖͍̯͙̟̔̈́͑͂͝͠͝ḓ̶̢̨̻͚̟̄͊̌͑͋̏͒̽͝ͅņ̶̗͇̗̲̤͚̮͉͈̝̳̝̺̀̏̂̓̑̈̀̓̃̕̕͝à̷̢̨͕͚̘̺̥̞̟͒͋̇̐̈́̈́͋̄͒͘̕͠m̵̧͈̺̗͙͉̹̙̺̖̰͍̖͎͚̋͒̈̉̔͂͠è̷̢͕͖̫̭̘̫̦̼̂̔͆̓͂͌̉̌̕. You can start

again. I can help you.”

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texted my friend the other day "yknow, I think I'd ship polytrix + Jinu if Jinu was a trans man" and then she immediately said "okay mr.projector, yeah I bet you would. oh, you want polytrix to have a sad little transman boyfriend? yeah I bet you would" and I was just left with pikachu surprise face.

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As a sad trans man, I would love to write Trans!Jinu. How and if I'd include the other Saja's idk.

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I'm in the same boat where I kinda wanna start writing again just to write trans!Jinu but idk how I would incorporate the other Saja Boys into that lol. honestly I dont even have a general plot other than Jinu being a trans guy lmao

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Maybe Modern AU, Jinu like Rumi is from KPop Royalty, well is fostered by his Uncle Gwi-Ma? After the death of his mother and sister. Jinu is trying to make a name for his own and is stealth, trying to erase ties to his Uncle? A shady industry corp boss? He forms the Saja Boys, who rivals Huntrix but find that he likes them and has a sort of mischievous enemies to friends to lovers dynamic? I would love to see about maybe trans fem!Rumi? Where they are both stealth?

Random idea at work on the toilet.

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texted my friend the other day "yknow, I think I'd ship polytrix + Jinu if Jinu was a trans man" and then she immediately said "okay mr.projector, yeah I bet you would. oh, you want polytrix to have a sad little transman boyfriend? yeah I bet you would" and I was just left with pikachu surprise face.

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As a sad trans man, I would love to write Trans!Jinu. How and if I'd include the other Saja's idk.

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Okay okay, hear me out, KPDH x KOG.

Rumi = Guinevere

Mira = Andi

Zoey = Frankie

Polytrix, of course. Now, who would be Olivia and Orville Park? Rumi’s mom and Celine?

Thoughts Tumblr?

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Finally finished it. Here's my attempt at smut, desert is served Tumblr. Let me know how I did? First time posting smut and actually finishing writing a scene like that.

Anyways.. *runs from the AO3 curse*

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

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Never thought I would write again, but here we are. Not the best, I am way better at academic essays in comparison to fanfics.

Sneak peek of a Rumira focused fic? Haven't got to the smut yet. Plan on inappropriate use of the Honmoon.

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One Night Shaft

Summary:

When Rumi is up late one night, Mira finds her on the rooftop of their dorm with a punching bag. They've got a round of interviews and photoshoots tomorrow, but Rumi can't sleep. Mira decides to help.

Thwack, Pop, Wham!

You would think that being up here, with the silence of Seoul below, would soothe the nightmares of Rumi. But if anything, it just haunts her more. Reminds her of that night, kneeling in the dirt, begging to be freed of the mess she made. Some days, Rumi is unsure if she shouldn't have told her truth to the world. The industry cracked into a schism. Of course, not everyone would be accepting of her patterns. Most were thrilled. But the minority of voices that screamed their disgust and anguish still terrorized her. That she brought Zoey and Mira down for her selfishness. Some sponsors and venues have pulled support from Huntrix. They could still stand on their own, but it still felt like her fault.

So here she was, black joggers and cropped sleeveless tee at eleven at night.

Patterns a soft amber glow. Hoping that maybe an hour more could soothe her.

Pow! Whap! Pop!

“You usually aren't up this late, Rumi.”

She freezes, hands still up guarding her face and probably her heart. Turning her head, she sees her. Violent coral mane, circular silver frames hanging from her nose.

Mira.

“Couldn't sleep.” Rumi turns back to keep hitting the bag. Mira leans against the doorway that leads back down to the dorm. Simple grey sweats and maroon long sleeves. Sleep wear. “Don't have to wait for me. I'll be up here a little longer. We've got a long day tomorrow.”

“You should join us. Me and Zoey.” Mira says bluntly. “There's always room for you. You know that, right?”

Rumi pauses again. Before turning to look at her. She grabs her water bottle, taking a swig before placing it back down.

“Yeah, I just..” The words die on her tongue. I don't deserve it.

“I can't sleep.” She says instead.

Mira shifts and walks toward her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “How can I help?”

“I don't know, I just know that I feel better hitting something.”

“Then hit me.”

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Sadly I have work later. I have a little more to write then I'll post it. But a tag idea came to me.

Thoughts?

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Never thought I would write again, but here we are. Not the best, I am way better at academic essays in comparison to fanfics.

Sneak peek of a Rumira focused fic? Haven't got to the smut yet. Plan on inappropriate use of the Honmoon.

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One Night Shaft

Summary:

When Rumi is up late one night, Mira finds her on the rooftop of their dorm with a punching bag. They've got a round of interviews and photoshoots tomorrow, but Rumi can't sleep. Mira decides to help.

Thwack, Pop, Wham!

You would think that being up here, with the silence of Seoul below, would soothe the nightmares of Rumi. But if anything, it just haunts her more. Reminds her of that night, kneeling in the dirt, begging to be freed of the mess she made. Some days, Rumi is unsure if she shouldn't have told her truth to the world. The industry cracked into a schism. Of course, not everyone would be accepting of her patterns. Most were thrilled. But the minority of voices that screamed their disgust and anguish still terrorized her. That she brought Zoey and Mira down for her selfishness. Some sponsors and venues have pulled support from Huntrix. They could still stand on their own, but it still felt like her fault.

So here she was, black joggers and cropped sleeveless tee at eleven at night.

Patterns a soft amber glow. Hoping that maybe an hour more could soothe her.

Pow! Whap! Pop!

“You usually aren't up this late, Rumi.”

She freezes, hands still up guarding her face and probably her heart. Turning her head, she sees her. Violent coral mane, circular silver frames hanging from her nose.

Mira.

“Couldn't sleep.” Rumi turns back to keep hitting the bag. Mira leans against the doorway that leads back down to the dorm. Simple grey sweats and maroon long sleeves. Sleep wear. “Don't have to wait for me. I'll be up here a little longer. We've got a long day tomorrow.”

“You should join us. Me and Zoey.” Mira says bluntly. “There's always room for you. You know that, right?”

Rumi pauses again. Before turning to look at her. She grabs her water bottle, taking a swig before placing it back down.

“Yeah, I just..” The words die on her tongue. I don't deserve it.

“I can't sleep.” She says instead.

Mira shifts and walks toward her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “How can I help?”

“I don't know, I just know that I feel better hitting something.”

“Then hit me.”

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I can't do it. I am scared to even try starting Two's Company. I'm already head deep into Gimme that Candy Floss and finished When Sky Breaks West a few weeks ago. I am not strong enough. You can't keep tempting me Tumblr. You can't make me!

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When you have the perfect oneshot fanfic you wanna write, but you don't want to enact the AO3 writers' curse.

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Song: Ghost Town by Trickle

Cut down verison on TT

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I forgot that I have a tumblr. Here's one of my Owl House Edits that I posted under the same username on tiktok a few months ago.

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So.. I had this random idea during Cissyspeaks post hoot this past Friday. Somewhat as a Marketable Plush! I would totally make this if I was more confident in my sewing skills. I did have a general idea for a sewing pattern, but I don't think I'm ready to try plush making again just yet. So, I wanted to share it with the fandom. Might help with the hiatus. Tag me if you make it, I guess?

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why are these kinds of levels so alluring...

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I want dice made like this..