#ask memeing

"It happened on a boat"

it happened on a boat [yoongi/jin, ensemble]

"And you told him...?" "No," Yoongi says. "Obviously." "Obviously." Jimin nods. "So the fact that you're packing for a week-long fishing trip right now is totally a coincidence." Yoongi folds down over the table and groans. "I don't even like fishing," he says to the lacquered wood. "Or sailing," Jimin offers. "Or sailing." God. What is he doing with his life? When did everything go so wrong and why is it always something to do with Kim Seokjin? A small, sympathetic hand pats his shoulder. "It's okay, hyung," says Jimin, mirth coloring his voice. "I'm sure it'll be fine." (It's not fine. It's not even a little bit fine.)

Yoongi doesn't like sailing and doesn't like fishing and has no desire to spend his scant handful of vacation days in a rickety old sailboat off the coast of Jeju. Unfortunately, Yoongi does like Seokjin—likes him a lot, far more than Seokjin likes him—which is why, when Seokjin's sailing partner bails on him last minute, Yoongi is all to easily convinced to come along. A week on the water—cramped quarters, cooking their own catch, refusing to swim in the clear summer sea. What could go wrong?

As it turns out, everything.

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a classic pining-while-fucking friends-to-lovers not-actually-unrequited pining romcom where yoonjin are on a boat and then not on a boat and left to deal with figuring themselves out again when what happens in Jeju does not, despite their best efforts, stay in Jeju.

immortal deep [occtis & vaelus]

He’s never even thought about— And this, obviously, this isn’t that. But the first night, when he waits and waits and waits to be tired and still doesn’t sleep, a quiet, frightened voice in his head says, maybe, what if… “I don’t know,” Vaelus says when he finally figures out how to ask her—which is bluntly, direct and graceless. “I’ve never thought about it. I’ve always been like this.” “But if you weren’t,” he says. Begs. “If it were new, what would you think of… all of this.” “I don’t know,” she says again. He thinks maybe she’s being kind, or trying to be. Or being true, which would be a kindness regardless of her intention. “It’s just how I am.”

Occtis tries to pry apart the nuance between undeath and immortality. it’s a tighter weave than he’d expect.

and these the empty halls [hal & ensemble]

“And they’re… entrusting it to me?” The draft of the contract sits on the table between them, their drinks slowly printing damp circles atop the parchment. “Well,” says Wick, looking between the paperwork and his face. “Yes?” “Ah,” says Hal, stirred to gentle shock at finally getting what he's been striving for. “Right.” (Later, Thaisha will say her piece. Later she will ask how he can bear to perform there, where their people worshiped mindlessly, where they were twisted into unthinking service. “Not unthinking,” he’ll whisper against the curve of her shoulder. “We didn't know another option. We learned.” “Still,” she’ll say into the crown of his head, and he’ll breathe against her. “Halandil…” “I know,” he’ll tell her, and that will be true. “But we can tell other truths, now,” he’ll say, and that will be true too.)

Hal receives the rights to the old, empty staging ground where his people’s god once stirred them to war and turns it into a theater. but a god’s stage is still a god’s stage, and filling those empty halls takes more than mere players to set the scene.

or, an exploration—examination—of Hal’s new theater and the memories etched there, even seventy years after the death of the gods.

a circlet of gold [tyranny & wick, ensemble, pre-campaign]

“Wow,” says Tyranny, once the deal is signed and dealt. “So this is the material plane.” “Um,” says the skinny, worried, kind of pathetic human boy—sorry, man—in front of of her. “Yes?” (It’s not like Wicander Halovar—sorry, Wick—is particularly impressive. But what he lacks in, well, everything, he makes up in earnest belief. And that’s… well. That’s something, alright.)

a foray into Tyranny’s earliest days on the material plane and how her relationship with Wick came to be—not just the aspirant shenanigans or throwing up in one of Bolaire's vases, but also the marvel of meeting someone who truly, fully believes in the shit they’re selling. it’s enough to make a demon rethink some things.

thanks Meri!!! // fanfic writer emoji ask game pt ii

🏡What is your perfect writing environment?

reclined, cozy, window open, drink at hand, laptop in lap. usually I default to my bed because it's super comfy and I love my weighted blanket but a couch is good too!!

😱What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?

oh boy. getting stuff wrong I think? specifically doing things badly that I didn't realize I was doing badly. bad characterization, gaping plot holes I've somehow completely overlooked, failing to pay off the narrative or tension I set up, that sort of thing. I worry about not doing the story justice and falling short of my own (and other people's) expectations

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

thank you!! // oc asks: relationship edition

Know: How well does your OC know themself—their wants, their goals, their motivations? Do they engage in any sort of self-reflection? Is there anything about themself they willfully ignore?

Kol — answered!

Phillipa — answered!

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

Kol & Phillipa — answered!

Exit: Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

Kol — all of the birds’ initial leave-takings were clumsy—sora’s death, elodie’s hasty goodbye—but the worst was cleo, who didn’t even get a farewell. one day she was there and the next day she was gone from the island and kol’s life. meeting again has been strange—kol distrusts the faith cleo has found and it’s hard to square her childhood friend with the paladin she’s traveling with now. kol doesn’t really trust the changes she sees; it puts her on edge