entry #003: drafts and daydreams
I've tucked all my unfinished stories here for safekeeping. I did this so I don’t forget my ideas—I tend to lose them in my notes more often than I’d like. They're a little messy but they're mine... maybe one day they'll become something beautiful. For now, these pages will hold them until I'm ready to continue writing..
All titles—and especially the synopsis—are still a works in progress!! since I usually end up rewriting and polishing them after I finish the actual writing.
If you want to be tagged in any of these works, just let me know!! I’d be happy to include you <3
As for The Year The Wind Changed, I won’t be listing it here for now. I’d like to keep each chapter a little secret!!
⋆˚࿔ Margins of an Unfinished Debate ── Alhaitham | Oneshot
You borrow a book from the House of Daena and discover someone has been leaving infuriating comments in the margins. You begin arguing back. Page by page, the book turns into a debate—neither of you willing to concede even a single line. Weeks pass before either of you learns the other's identity, and by then the arguments have shifted into something stranger... increasingly personal notes hidden between academic disputes.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Outlining 📝
Every time Xiao descends into chaos, something is taken from him in return—never his strength, never his pain, but the memory of the one he saved. To him, each encounter begins as if for the first time. But you.... you remember everything.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Rough Idea 💭
⋆˚࿔ Without Bloodshed ── Childe | Oneshot
Childe makes a reckless wager that he can survive an entire month without drawing blood in battle, a promise that feels more like a joke than a vow. You are assigned to ensure he keeps it. But it quickly turns difficult as he smiles through clenched patience, fingers twitching at every passing threat, every insult, every opportunity he would normally meet head-on. But the true difficulty is not guarding him from danger, it's guarding everyone else.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Drafting ✏️
⋆˚࿔ Between Closing and Dawn ── Diluc | Oneshot
You work the late hours at Angel’s Share, where secrets tend to linger longer than they should. Small patterns begin to form in the stillness between closing time and dawn: absences that don’t match schedules, returns that don’t match departures, a man who never quite looks like he has come from anywhere the city would approve of. Diluc notices your noticing long before anything is ever said, and what begins as silence between employee and owner slowly tightens into something far more careful, as he tries to understand how much you’ve already learned…
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Outlining 📝
⋆˚࿔ After the Punchline ── Cyno | Oneshot
Cyno delivers his jokes with the same precision he brings to judgment—flat and deliberate. Most people miss the meaning entirely, or at least pretend to.... but you don’t. You laugh at every single one. Soon, the Akademiya begins to treat it like a strange phenomenon: theories are written and concerns are disguised as scholarly curiosity, because nothing about Cyno’s humor makes sense, and even less sense is made by the fact that you find it funny.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Rough Draft ✏️
⋆˚࿔ The Room Where It Happened ── Wriothesley | Oneshot
The Fortress of Meropide announces a problem-solving competition. Due to an administrative error—or something that feels uncomfortably like intent—you are paired with Wriothesley. What begins as a straightforward series of puzzles slowly shifts in tone as each solved riddle reveals fragments of personal histories that should not have been part of the game at all. The questions grow more intimate, the clues more precise, until it becomes difficult to tell whether the room is designed to be solved… or to be understood.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ Status: Finalizing Ideas 💭
⋆˚࿔ Misaddressed ── Kaeya | Series
A letter arrives at your hands that was never meant for you... You of course, return it without question, only for another to appear soon after, then another, and another... each one carrying the same careless excuse of a wrong address. An exchange that grows harder to justify as coincidence, until it becomes clear that Kaeya has never truly been writing to the wrong person at all.
