Isshin

|20+| |here to read fics| |but accidentally became a writer| |Fic reqs are closed but feel free to chat in ask|

[weirdsht]

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About me

I'm Isshin

I'm not really a writer

English is my second language

20

My Fics are Mostly Minor Friendly (others like reblogs and not fanfic posts... not so much so proceed with caution)

any pronouns

gender? What is that and why does it bring me an existential crisis every other day?

Inbox: Open

Asks: Open

Requests: Fic reqs closed but chatting is fine

Submissions: Close

Masterlist

Buy Me Sweets

Ao3

Series I'm willing to write:

Genshin Impact

Haikyuu

Free

Mystic Messenger

Lout of the Count's Family

Jujutsu Kaisen

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Nu: Carnival

Debut or Die

Love and Deepspace

(more will probably be added)

What I'm not willing to write:

Smut

Gore (might write vague stuff, but nothing too detailed)

Anything Pregnancy Related

Ask and Inbox Rules

Please don't rush me especially when it comes to fic reqs. Not only do I have a life outside of fic writing, but my physical health is a lil fragile huhu.

Fanfic ideas/prompts/reqs are welcome

My writing rules still apply

Yapping is very much welcome! You can talk to me about anything, ask for my opinion about something, or just fangirl

I will delete any ask that don't follow the rules or those that make me feel uncomfortable

On that note if I never respond to your ask please don't take to heart. It's really just that I'm either uncomfortable to answer it or it broke one of my rules

Tags I use

General

#masterlist . stuff (for the masterlists)

#drabbles . stuff (drabbles I write)

#Not just a clown but a whole circus (Stupid things I do)

#le rants (rants)

#le asks (drabbles I write from asks)

#chit . chat . stuff (answering things from my inbox)

#brainrot . stuff (things i can't get out of my head)

Series

#Creterion . Sagau #kahalangdon #spectator . tcf #disillusioned . tcf #stereotypical . tcf

Anons

#twin . anon

#black rock . anon

[weirdsht]

Unfortunately not a fic I try to use my free time to write but I still haven't finished the oneshot I'm working on TT But! I went to a tcf cse and it was so fun! If you were there and you recognize my outfit, congrats you've seen me irl 😭🙏

[uncreative-dumpsterfire]

oh my god i saw you 😭😭. i was the one cosplaying short haired cale that was giving away chocolate coins and lemon candy

[weirdsht]

Omg that was you??? You looked so good ♡♡

[weirdsht]

Unfortunately not a fic I try to use my free time to write but I still haven't finished the oneshot I'm working on TT But! I went to a tcf cse and it was so fun! If you were there and you recognize my outfit, congrats you've seen me irl 😭🙏

[weirdsht]

Downside of picking up my old wips is the new plot bunnies burrowing into my head. I've made a character capable of minor polymorph with a personality similar to Cale and the urge to make them Alberu's greatest menace(before he meets Cale) is intense.

I mean, if the plot works out add it, if it doesn't then tuck it away for the next fic 💜💜💜

[weirdsht]

Tempted to make a compilation of Cale's internal screaming. - twin anon

I say do it, that would be very entertaining 😁

[weirdsht]

Reading the Manhwa tests my patience because it's only a matter of time before I give in and screenshot every single panel that Ohn, Hong, and Raon appear in.

Every. Single. One.

And that's so real of you anon. My phone and tablet are just full of panel screenshots because I can't help it too 😭

[weirdsht]

Warning: Petty Rant

AHHHHHHHH LET ME WRITE FANFICS MANNNNNN

Like legit 24hrs a day isn't enough for all the responsibilities my university is tossing to us.

Because tell me fucking why I'm already bringing my laptop everywhere in hopes of finding a window to write a new fic BUT I LITERALLY CAN'T FIND THE TIME

I don't want to be educated anymore, I just want to engage in fangirl activities pleaseeeeeeee

Love love love my internship site BUT PLEASE LET ME SLACK OFF EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE

Cause wtf do you mean I alternate between 12 hr classes and 8 hr internship duty 🫩🫠

RELEASE ME

Ps: my poor fanfic barely has 30 words, I'm so devastated I want to finish writing it already

[abyssyby]

sylus can sense you as soon as he steps into the base. he knows you’re not far, knows you’re just a few steps away. but he doesn’t know why.

today is a wednesday. no breaks or holidays upcoming on your schedule (which he familiarized himself with). so… maybe an off-day? a sick leave? his stomach curls at the thought of you being ill. but simultaneously melts at the thought of you coming to him to recover.

he finds you curled up on his softest couch in the living area. caressed by an eerie warm light. wrapped in a blanket, eyes far away despite the book in your hand. he starts to worry when you barely notice him come closer. he waves a palm before you to draw your attention to him.

you blink, tired eyes finding the concerned gaze of your beloved. each line on his face asking, begging you to tell him what’s wrong.

“hi.” you murmur as he tilts you forward. he slides his leg between you and the backrest, his other plants itself on the ground, his arms drape over your shoulders, he leans against the armrest and he pulls you with him back into his chest. urging you to sink into him, let him carry the weight that makes your shoulders slump and your eyes lose their light.

his lips trail over the crown of your head, the shell of your ear, the plump of your cheek and finally the gasp from your lips. his timbre low and thoughtful, “how was your day?”

there is a clog in your throat that makes you swallow. a burning between and behind your eyes. a set in your jaw at his question that tells him more than words can convey.

“bad.” he concludes in a murmur, pulling back to cradle the softness of your face and turn it towards his. crystalline eyes confirm his suspicions.

“tell me?” he tries, thumb gliding back and forth over your warm skin. heated cheeks beneath his ministrations are doused with droplets of saltwater.

and so you cry, you hiccup and sob, you try your best to speak, to tell him— but how do you put it in words? how fed up you are? how much you feel you’re stuck in a loop? how far behind you feel? how no matter how hard you run, which route you take, you feel like you will end up nowhere?

how do you tell him you want to win when you have no idea how to play? that you want to breathe but your lungs are filled with smoke? that you are tired. so, so incredibly tired that nothing means anything anymore?

it’s a mess out your lips. stuttered syllables and tumbling words. and yet he nods like you are speaking clearly. he squeezes your hands like he understands.

he presses his forehead to your cheek as if he bears the pain with you too— and he does, not entirely, but the ache in your chest resonates into his own like an awful symphony.

and he will take it time and time again if it made even the slightest difference to you. if it made you feel less alone.

and you will never be alone. not while he breathes.

he does not speak when you ramble. his eyes may wander to check on your body for any injury or pain, but his attention is solely on you. he is taking notes in his mind on what made you snap, who made you upset, at which point was it all too much— while nuzzling his face into your neck.

and when you falter, your voice ceases to a whisper and then nothing at the thought that he might not be listening. that he might not want to listen to you drone on and on about your miserable week; be a weeping victim of your own circumstances, he hums something patient into your shoulder. “keep going.”

“i’m saying too much.” you sigh. your nails run over his scalp, your attention abruptly shifting to his needs and not your own. “how was your day?”

“good.” he simply says, reveling at the trickling needles down his spine at your touch. “keep going.”

you do, you trail your nails over his head, down the nape of his neck, and under his chin. and when you don’t say anything, he kisses your palm, whispering. “keep talking, beloved.”

taken aback at his request, you frown. “it’s really just… you don’t want to hear it.”

gentle. so achingly gentle, he breathes. “but i do.”

“it’s not important.”

“no.” he rasps, coming up again to peer down at you. to make sure you know, you understand— that everything you say is important to him. everything you are is important. your everything— your thoughts, your stories, your opinions, your experiences— is everything to him.

“no,” he says again, slow and raw and genuine. he brushes strands of hair away from your scarlet rimmed eyes and brushes his lips over each one. “it’s you.”

and you will always be important.

his arms are a solace to the world that feels endless. his presence is salvation to your rupturing soul. and he feels like an end worth running towards.

your awful day ends. tomorrow, the world will ask you to try again. and you will. but for now you are here, and so is he, and you rest knowing he always will be.

[that-one-fangirl69]

I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"

[starirty]

if lcf ends with cale as one of these 3

1. dead

2. a god

3. eternal sleep (ive been traumatized TWICE ENOUGH)

im going to deal with the author myself

[weirdsht]

Currently on my internship but BDUDNDODKDNDIDOD ZOO WEE MAMA OMFG #NEEDTHAT

[weirdsht]

Cale was into something when he laid on the floor. Currently boiling outside, and I'm surviving by lying on the floor with some ice cream and a novel.

REAL it's why I love him sm, he gets it. Sometimes on the hottest of days I'd let my bare back touch the floor until someone notices and scolds me (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

Hot days are the most miserable weather imo so remember to always stay cool and hydrated anon!

[weirdsht]

Are there any tips you would like to give to new fanfic writers?

Hmmm I'm not sure if I'm honestly the best person to ask this, but I'd say to just write and write whatever prompts you like. Don't worry much about not being good or not conveying your ideas well—cringing at your past works is part of the process, trust me I do it all the time.

As for improving writing though, I personally take ideas from books or other things I'd read. Like for example I would be reading a webnovel and notice the way they would describe the surroundings of the character. Then next time I write I'd try to focus on fleshing out the surroundings, taking ideas from the webnovel on how to do it.

Lastly, for ideas... Well everything I write is self-indulgent honestly. I think the key to prevent writer's block or burnout is to not force yourself to come up with ideas or write because of pressure. Most of the time I feel sorry for my readers because I'd go mia for months but understand that it'd be more unfortunate if I pressure myself into writing on top of a busy schedule or just feeling the blues. Oh, I mostly draw inspiration from songs and quotes! That's why a lot of my fanfic have song-inspired titles.

Sorry for rambling too much and I hope this helps! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[weirdsht]

You know what after all those what if scenarios I've requested ( you wrote them so beautifully btw) Imma do it. Imma going to break free from the creative block and write those imagines. Cale literally has my brain in a chockhold, I can't escape him even when I try 😂😂.

I support! I support! You have such wonderful ideas I'm sure anything you write will be beautiful 💜💜

[weirdsht]

Why am I writing a fic about Rosalyn's sister now

- a very confused twin anon

Idk too but anything you write is good sooo 😗

[weirdsht]

Suddenly in a melancholic mood so I probably won't be writing fics for a while. I'm sorry I know some of you are waiting for months now to get your fic reqs.

I'll still answer any ask that just wants to chat tho

[weirdsht]

Someone give me motivation to update my masterlist