#Faye talks

[brighteststar707]

It's times like this I wish I could draw because I can't get the mental image out of my head of Saeyoung in The Trousers except they're shorts that go up to his chest

#I've been sitting on this grudge for years lemme tell you #also I'm 99% someone has drawn it before #I just can't remember where to find it #mystic messenger #faye talks

[faye-writes-stuff]

Hiii i dont have a request but i wanted to say hi because I'm Faye and you're Faye and you have a blog called faye-writes-stuff and i have a sideblog called faye-writes-stories and you seem coolllll

OMGOMGOMG HIIIIIIIIIII

#you seem cool too!! #faye talks

[tonicandjins]

hello, everyone.

i’ve been off for quite a while. some of you may know it’s because of the recent calamities from where i live. i lost my computer and most of my valuable things in between 3 supertyphoons. i’ve been recuperating and been trying to work 3x as usual so i can catch up with bills and everything. i’m so sorry for not being able to post my WIPs. good thing that all my files are saved to onedrive, hence once i get a new computer i should be able to continue writing them.

thanks to everyone reaching out via discord and dms. i’m doing fine — the best i could be. thank you, and i’m sorry for making you wait. i should be back before the year ends.

#the universe hasn’t been kind to me this year #i try to stay positive but #just #i can’t anymore sometimes #but it’s not like we have a choice do we #thanks for sticking with me #faye talks

[fayeisuppose]

I love him so much I’m gonna chew on him

omg skrunkl skrimblo

#faye talks #MARZYYYY

[sunfloweraro]

Been meaning to do an introduction for a while now seeing as I’ve gotten quite a few new followers from ao3.

Hey! You can call me Faye. My pronouns are he/they/fae/it. I’m in my 20s and Aussie. I adore writing (as I’m sure is obvious) and would love to chat about it with you! Feel free to send me asks or messages about my fics (past, present and future) or my book I’m working on—keep in mind I don’t shut up once I get started though snsksnsnsn. I primarily write fantasy and Legend of Zelda stories, in particular, Linked Universe. My main focus is writing character-driven queer stories for those like me who rarely feel seen when reading—we all deserve to see ourselves in stories.

You can find my ao3 at SunflowerAro

I can’t wait to meet you all and chat with you! Don’t be afraid to send an ask, I love to talk with you all <33

#writeblr #faye talks

[viridescent-fey]

Ok, so I just spent a bit reading about stuff regarding the Library of Alexandria on wikipedia and then thinking aboit my opinions about what I read and now I'm inflicting my thoughts upon all of you. So, according to wikipedia, the Library of Alexandria saw a significant period of decline starting at around 145 BCE when intellectuals were being purged from Alexandria, causing the head librarian to exile himself to Cyprus. In 48 BCE, during the civil war caused by Julius Caesar, at least part of the library did get burned, but the severity of that is unclear and it was either repaired or rebuilt shortly after. During the Roman period, the library saw a lack of funding and support which furthered its decline.

So, to me, the Library of Alexandria is one of humanity's notable attempts to gather as much of our collective knowledge as possible, hopefully with the goal of helping everyone but I'm not going to speculate on the opinions of people from that long ago. The loss of it is obviously a tragedy on multiple levels and to me, it's even more of a loss because of everything that waslost that we could have used to help others.

After thinking about this for a bit, my ADHD decides to kick in and for once, it decides to direct my thoughts toward self reflection. Despite my having attended public schools in America from the early 2000's to the mid 2010's, I have a very strong love of learning and more specifically, learning how things work. I also enjoy doing my best to help others as much as I'm able to. Thinking about these two, I realized that my interest in learning programming was a way for me to try to do both of those at the same time.

#Faye talks #Library of Alexandria #adhd rambling #programming #also to my friends hi I finally posted something

[kratosnaturals]

He's wearing little pants

#Faye talks #sorry i had to the allays are so stinking cute #i love garys mob pack

[f4ye-4]

POSTS INFO!

Here’s a list of the things i wrote, that i’m gonna write and some ideas i got.

✔️ : posted / written

WROTE:

-𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 - romantic (✔️)

Do they gift you ? How often ? What kind of gifts ? ft. Nobara, Nanami, Megumi.

-Gamer!Nanami (just an idea that popped into my head :D ) (✔️)

WRITING:

-Sleep : what it is to sleep with different op boys ft. Ussop, Sanji. (✔️)

-Requests (2/4)

SOME IDEAS (quite a lot actually):

-TEST ME, LOVE ME!

synopsis: « a secret letter from a secret admirer. Solve the riddles and get to know your future partner ! »

- may i help you ? ft. Nanami KENTO

synopsis : A few years ago, you would be a married woman and having a husband, then now you're divorced with 3 children and you met an another man in a total random way. Isn't it time to rebuild your life?

fem, mom!reader x Nanami KENTO.

- do you…remember me? ft. Nanami KENTO

synopsis: long time friends, you knew each others a while ago, and now, you met again in the greatest coincidences.

-𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑫𝒀

what if their s/o can sing ? ft. Yuji, Toge, Nanami, Maki.

-"stay awake, just for me" (ft.???)

synopsis : Death is waiting for you, but you still choose to talk with him a little before going away forever.

-Unknown (might change later)

synopsis : You're wanted by the navy and the only image of you on your bounty is the scar on your back. ft. Ace

❗️keep in mind that these are just ideas and that most of em won’t be written one day❗️

pheewwww hope that i will get these works done 😀- (😭)

#faye’s stuff #faye talks #coming works #one piece x reader #jjk x reader

[fawndlyvenus]

I am looking at @emberfaye @the-cookie-of-doom ,and @snickerdoodlles specifically for this one. (Look at what you three have done!… thank you.)

Kim wanted to collapse after his day. Filming for a music video three days in a row was not fun. He didn’t want to see another makeup artist for the next week. And he felt like he’d bust a camera into little bitty pieces if one appeared right now.

He stripped almost immediately after entering the apartment him and Chay shared, and scrubbed layer after layer of makeup from his skin, as well as whatever they had put in his hair to set it this time. Once he was feeling somewhat normal again, Kim pulled one of Chay’s t-shirts from the closet on over his head, and breathed deep.

The scent of Chay was magic at making him feel more relaxed – and until Chay came back from classes, this would have to do. Slipping on some old sweatpants, Kim returned back to the bathroom to scrub his mouth clean of the dry, icky feeling of the day.

As he was preparing his toothbrush, he saw it – his bare neck. His agitation and grumpy mood now doubled. Chay hadn’t left a single mark in days because of this shoot. Not a single hicky or bite mark colored his neck, and it honestly made Kim feel off.

Wearing Chay’s marks was grounding. It was something that made him feel special and wanted. To know that he was so loved and important to someone, and that they wanted him to know it every time he looked in the mirror. It made Kim feel something curl up warm and tight in his chest seeing exactly where Chay’s mouth had laid claim to him.

And now he felt cold and bare looking at his perfectly flawless neck.

Kim brushed his teeth at lightning speed, before padding back out and curling up on the sofa in the living room. Kim tried not to think about it. His leg bounced as his feelings intensified, and no amount of tv or doom scrolling on social media could stop it.

Kim was a dog with a bone. A very Chay-shaped bone, and he wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Checking his phone, Kim saw that Chay still had about an hour left before he’d be back.

Kim could do this. He could last an hour.

Kim moved into the kitchen, threw himself into cooking a meal, but his mind immediately went back to Chay.

Had Chay ate? What would he want to eat for dinner? How hungry would he be? Too hungry to mark his-

Nope! Kim left the half-cut vegetables sitting on the cutting board, and moved back to the sofa to stop his thoughts. He picked up his guitar and began to idly strum some chords. His fingers moved, but his mind stayed exactly where it had been – pacing an ever growing worn spot on his mental carpet.

Chay would think he was needy for wanting him to mark him first thing when he got home. Was he needy? No, he just liked his boyfriend’s mouth on him. That was totally normal and not needy of boyfriends, right? Wanting his skin littered with proof that Chay wanted him, as much as he wanted Chay, was absolutely normal and not needy.

Kim – lost in his thoughts – almost missed the sound of the locks on the front door disengaging and opening. Almost. Bolting up, Kim half ran to the entrance and felt his body react accordingly to seeing that familiar mop of black hair, and large doe-like eyes.

“P’Kim! Your back-oof!” Chay’s words were cut short as Kim crowded him against the wall. Kim crashed their lips together, and felt the all-too-familiar zing of electricity shoot down his spine as he did. Kim felt the way Chay’s body vibrated under him as a series of giggles slipped past their moving lips.

Pulling away, Chay finally let out the last bit of his laughter. “I think you missed me,” Chay teased.

Only a lot. Kim’s brain supplied for him before he could shoot it down. Kim moved to resume their previous make-out session, but was stopped by Chay tugging at the back of Kim’s hair. Kim let out a small hiss – not because it hurt, but because it sent a whole new wave of pleasure through him.

Chay’s eyes had darkened, and he looked somehow sinful, yet adorable, as he cocked his head to the side to look at Kim. Tugging gently at the hair still trapped between his fingers, Chay scanned Kim’s face, looking for something.

“What is it you want, love?” Chay’s words sent another zing down his spine, but also a lick of something bitter with it. Why did he have to say it? Why couldn’t Chay just know what Kim wanted and do it? He probably did know, but Chay wanted Kim to tell him, but Kim didn’t know how.

He couldn’t just say “mark me till I know I’m yours without question,” because that was definitely needy. But he also knew Chay would like that. Chay would definitely, positively like that.

Kim felt a few more tugs on his hair, as Chay waited for him to find the words, which were proving difficult to get out. Swallowing a worrying amount, Kim finally found his voice, “Mark me. Mark me till I know I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” was the last thing Kim heard Chay say, before he felt the warm and wet suction of Chay’s mouth on his neck. Kim was in heaven as Chay sucked and bit at his neck. He didn’t care about the sounds he was making or the fact he was basically clawing the wall behind Chay.

It felt glorious to finally have the thing that he most wanted and the knowledge that after Chay was done with him, he’d have the most beautiful necklace of proof that Chay loved him, and that he was Chay’s. And that was exactly what he always wanted. Forever.

#kimchay #kimchay fic #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #kinnporsche the series #Venus’ writing #Listen y’all can’t talk about love bites and not expect my brain to go 👀 #Like you just can’t because now I have a whole new brainrot #thanks cookies and Faye🤣 #also should I be resting while sick? probably #am I? no because I had a plot bunny and it needed to be set free

[chipthekeeper]

Cinta if you don't give your sad cringefail wife a hug and a lil kiss on the forehead I swear I will do it myself

#most pathetic girl who ever lived i love her so so much #also PLEASE LET HER BE HAPPY FOR FOUR SECONDS #does not seem like too much to ask #vel sartha #andor #also also i need to talk about the third one down on the left #many thoughts #faye marsay #just killed it #my posts

[bu-blegh-ost]

EP. 114 spoilers

Okay, guys, I have an insane theory. An absolutely bonkers unhinged one and I'm absolutely sure it's getting debunked by the info we'll get from ep. 115 fucking immediately, but let me have this, entertain the madness I'm about to spew from my lips.

"Praise the Solar Mother" means that Faye Ferin is not only conscious and aware of the prophecy, she BELIEVES it. The question is, which version of it, right? Well, she was warned abt Black Sea beforehand and this allowed her to get the upper hand in expanding Navy's influence, but not only that, she says "the day it spreads is coming and we'll be ready" And which prophecy speaks of it? "the seal remains locked by a key of divinity, its release, in time, an inevitability"

The real one.

She fucking knows that the Black Sea is about to spread soon and wants to either use it in some way or be the one to control the world after the calamity. And here comes my absolutely deranged idea.

"The Machine is stable. My son is stable"

What if the machine is an artificial Leviathan and the son is Jayson Ferin. Picture this madness. See into my crazy gay-ass mind.

What if Faye Ferin wants to control the world by making Jayson Ferin into a new Chosen one. She is constructing an artificial Leviathan, but why? To somehow connect Jayson to it and make him "a Sea god's last egg". We SAW the Leviathan bones, the Navy is strong enough to kill real Leviathans, they don't need them as weapons, they have things stronger than them! So what if they need one to literally trick fate? Jayson is literally raised like Gillion. Only under his mother's influence, controlled by her agenda, her vision of justice. She makes him consider Drey and Jay as traitors, feeds his hatered, feeds him her own perception of reality to use him for her gains. His almost ethereal sun-angel form. Where does his power come from? Was he modified? I fully believe he is not replaced by Black ops. She doesn't need to do that. She had full control over his way of thinking ever since he was born simply bc she is his mother. She enjoys that control. She is confident that Jayson won't break from her grasp.

And now see this. Jayson just so happens to come for a visit to the Undersea, not so long ago. Could the Elders be replaced as Black ops at this point? They very much could. Why would the real Elders banish Gillion if they believed he was the Chosen One? Why not imprison him, keep him in their own control? Well, cause they were Navy clones, possibly. And Navy wanted Gill out of the picture.

The important meeting in the Undersea arranged by Elders (impostors?) a while back. Suspiciously high amount of Triton torture victims in the stronghold. "You abandoned us". What if they are taking over Undersea from the inside? What if fake Elders spread propaganda, saying that Gill was not in fact banished but that he abandoned his people willingly? So maybe they are willing to appoint a new Chosen, Jayson?

Why would Edyn want to help them with all that? "I just want you to be able to come back home again"

If Jayson is a new Chosen, then Gillion doesn't have to be. If Gillion becomes a regular person Edyn can take him home, they can live a normal life and if the world has to burn because of it, so be it. Gillion will be free. That's all Edyn cares abt.

Let me know if I fully lost my mind please.

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #gillion jrwi #gillion tidestrider #jrwi spoilers #theory #edyn tidestrider #jrwi edyn #srsly tho what do you think #does that even make sense theoretically??? #i need you to come at me and say to me #Alex you absolute goofy silly crazy individual what the actual shit are you talking abt? #cause i am loosing it I'm sure #but it makes sense in my head and it scares me #faye ferin #jayson ferin #jrwi jayson ferin

[brighteststar707]

Got some 707 FWB brainrot, don't mind me. (sort of suggestive warning up ahead)

It happens the same way it has since the beginning: a text. Simple, innocuous: are you home?

Then, not ten minutes after her reply (yes, it’s always yes), he is at her door. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes a swirling mix of mischief and hunger.

They exchange only a few words as he steps inside – simple pleasantries – then she closes the front door and they are on each other and there isn’t a need to speak anymore. Whatever else he needs to say, he tells her with each press of his lips to her mouth, her cheek, her collarbone. Each touch tells her a story of loneliness and desperation and the deep, all-consuming hunger for something he cannot have.

The first time was slow, exploratory. They crossed every unspoken line of their friendship and relished it. Just for a night, they were blissfully unaware of all the obstacles in their way. Ever since, their trysts have been urgent, hurried; a combination of their desperation and the guilt (not regret, never regret) that descends on them when they linger in the moment for too long. They have long since lost the luxury of ignorance.

So, they move clumsily towards the bedroom – never once breaking contact – fumbling with their clothes and pressing kisses wherever they can reach.

He holds her firmly against him yet is never rough enough to leave behind some mark, or any evidence at all that he was there. No matter how long it has been, no matter how badly he needs her, no matter how many times she urges him to, he leaves nothing behind in the morning but his scent in her sheets.

How she’d love for him to let go of that final bit of control one day; for him to dig his fingers and sink his teeth into her skin and leave a trail of marks behind everywhere he has been. To allow himself to say her name with every gasp and moan. To stay long after it’s over, to allow her to hold him as he drifts off to sleep.  

She knows that there are sides to him he doesn’t show. He hints at darkness but is quick to cover it up when the mask threatens to slip. Back when she used to ask him if it would always be like this, he told her that she wouldn’t want him if she knew who he really was. That she’s better off with the happy side he plays up.  

She likes to think that she gets small glimpses of him – the real him – on nights like this. When she runs her tongue up the column of his neck and hears his breath hitch. The vulnerability in his face in the low light of her room as she cups his cheeks in her hands. The way he subconsciously leans into her, as if he can never be close enough.

It’s over too quickly. It always is. Before she knows it, he is dressed again and kissing her one last time. His expression is no longer playful; she can see the remorse starting to settle into his features. She takes comfort in knowing it will not be enough to keep him away for long. With one final goodnight, he slips out of the door.

She wakes up the next morning the same way she has since the beginning: alone and longing.

#mystic messenger #faye talks #stars after dark #faye's fantasies #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mysme seven #mysme saeyoung #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung choi

[faye-writes-stuff]

You're Faye's friend and I'm her friend so by extention

ohohoh? yippeeee :DD

#new friend? mayhaps? #faye talks

[tonicandjins]

is anyone up for the next part of owtft? :)

#faye talks

[fayeisuppose]

If you know me in real life, no you don’t

#pinned post #faye talks

[sunfloweraro]

Just finished reading ur fic on the outside! I loved it its amazing! There’s not enough baby Lloyd fics that focus on the new lore of his dragon and oni side so this was a nice change

Thank you so much!!!! I love that you love it! Seriously, I love hearing this, so thank you for taking the time to let me know <3

I agree! When I was going through the ninjago fics, deep in my ninjago fixation, I found there weren’t enough fics that scratched this particular itch, so of course I had to write my own!

Thank you again and have a lovely day!!

#faye talks #fic stuff #APPRECIATE YOU!