JB, nineteen cycles through the moons @swaggyyshah lover before anything else registered under she/him ā§ curator of tales: pjo, bb, dteam, rc ā§
feel free to peruse my collection of my writings
and the masterlist of web weaves
TITLE: JB.
AUTHOR: Self-written.
EDITION: 19th year. Limited release.
CLASSIFICATIONĀ CODE: She/Him ā interchangeably, like moon phases.
BINDING: Woman of Color, archived in Italian ink, annotated with Indian footnotes.
GENRE: Psychology
AVAILABILITY: Reference Only. Not for loan.
VolumeĀ I:Ā āTheĀ DetectiveāsĀ Lifeā
Filed under Detective Conan.
VolumeĀ II: Ā āChildrenĀ ofĀ theĀ Propheciesā
A worn leather tome marked Percy Jackson.
Special footnote edition: Luke Castellan.
VolumeĀ III: āDreamlogsā
Shelved in the Wing of Digital Myth & Folklore, a glowing codex, constantly rewriting itself ā this is the Dream Team archive.
VolumeĀ IV: āBalladsĀ andĀ Beginningsā
Cataloged under Musical Anthologies, this collection is a composite volume, assembled from disparate sources and handed down through generations of readers and archivists. The first section preserves the Taylor Swift Anthology. The second section houses K-pop Rarities, a meticulously curated archive of rare recordings and texts, with a special dossier dedicated to BIGBANG. Some lyrics only appear when read aloud. Others shift language mid-page.
VolumeĀ V: āTheĀ BranchingĀ Pathsā
Nestled among the shelves of the Interactive Wing, Romance Club lives here ā curated routes include KFS and 7B. The personal Masterlist is kept in a locked drawer, available to those who ask nicely.
VolumeĀ VI: āTheĀ AnimatedĀ Realmā
A technicolor archive ā Cartoons and Animes of every genre are stacked like spells here.
CODEĀ OFĀ CONDUCT
DoĀ notĀ approachĀ ifĀ yourĀ harborĀ hostilityĀ towardsĀ anyĀ featuredĀ volumes
This library welcomes every story with open pages and warm lantern light (even after closing time!). Should your heart carry a tempest of disdain for any beloved tome within these walls, bewareāthe scrolls will close, and the doors shall seal. Bring honor in your heart or turn away.
TriggerĀ warningsĀ mustĀ beĀ marked atĀ allĀ times
This library is a place of refuge. Any passage containing dark contentāespecially those of domestic violence or bullyingāmust be clearly marked before unveiling. Failure to do so disrupts the peace and endangers the wellbeing of fellow readers. The Librarianās gaze is precise and unforgiving; disregard for this rule will not be tolerated.
ReadersĀ belowĀ theĀ 16thĀ centuryĀ arenātĀ permitted
Within these stacks lie volumes bound with themes fit only for those whose story has reached their 16th tome. Those whose pages have yet to turn this far must remain among the lighter folios.
NoĀ cursedĀ tomesĀ allowed
This library holds no place for the works of Coho, Haunting Adeline, or other ill-fated tellings. Those who champion such cursed texts will find their access firmly barred by the protective wards.
HonorĀ theĀ OriginalĀ Ink
Every word penned within these pages is a shard of the writerās soul. Reposting, copying, or sharing these writings without explicit blessing from their creator is strictly forbidden by the Codex of Creative Integrity.
TheĀ LibrarianāsĀ QuillĀ ofĀ Finality
In the enchanted halls of this Library, JBāthe Keeper of Tomes and Guardian of Storiesāwields the Quill of Finality. This mighty quill grants her the sacred power to close doors and silence voices with a single stroke. Know this, brave reader: the Quill is not a weapon wielded lightly, but once drawn, its mark is irrevocable. No plea nor protest can undo its trace. It is a shield for the realmās peace, and its ink flows swift and sure. Those who disturb the harmony shall find their passage sealedāquietly, swiftly, and without dispute.
Step through the polished oak door and find yourself in the main corridor of the library ā the Moodboard Gallery. Here, images and colors are carefully collected and displayed for your eyes to admire. Itās a calm space to browse, reflect, and gather ideas before moving on.
Continue down the narrow aisle to the Web Weaving Alcove, a long table strewn with meticulously organized lists and threads of connection, much similar to a mystery board. This is where stories are mapped and relationships charted.
Thereās a smaller chamber just off the main corridor ā follow the soft rustle of papers and the sound of bubbling water, and youāll find it: the Motion Room, or, as the Librarian fondly calls it, the Gifboard Archive.
MasterlistĀ ofĀ Works
Seeking more stories within the Library? The Masterlist awaits you here. Each tale is inked with care and housed on both Tumblr and AO3 scrolls.
taylor is one of one when it comes to soundtrack songs. her ability to understand a characterātheir emotional arc, their perspectiveāand to perfectly capture that point of view while simultaneously writing from a place where she and the character overlap so that the song still feels completely true to her is just incredible. like it's never just the character's song, it's always hers, too.
we live in a world where crazier, beautiful ghosts, safe & sound, eyes open, carolina, sweeter than fiction, i donāt wanna live forever, and today was a fairytale are gaining a new original song sister imminently⦠suddenly life is worth living again
AND I REMEMBERED I LOVED YOU!! CAME BACK WHEN IT MATTERED!! I SAW YOU!!! STANDING THERE IN THE LIGHT OF THE WINDOW!!! WEARING THAT SAME SMILE!!!!!! MAN ITS BEEN A WHILE!!!!! I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW YOU!!!!
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
'seven' being about feeling like you've lost your younger self, wondering if you'll ever find that version of you that could be happy just swinging high over the creek, and 'i knew it, i knew you' being about feeling like that past version of you just moseyed back into your life like no time has passed, nothing was lost.
okay so who else is up thinking about āand youād be standing in my front porch light / and i knew youād come back to meā and ācame back when it mattered / i saw you, standing there in the light of the window / wearing that same smile / man, itās been a while / but i knew it, i knew youā