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gas-station-chai · 10 months
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Jerry: "Do you think your cutie mark would be a box cutter?" Jack, exhausted: "Either go to sleep or get out of my bed"
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chaieyestea · 11 months
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hunter
Tony wants to tell himself that Jack is fine, that the man can handle himself, that he didn’t require his protection. But something in his brain echoes to him insistently, obsessively, repeating like a mantra in his head: Jack needs him.
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lover-of-skellies · 12 days
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Alrighty, so. I didn't say anything about it before because I was trying to see if I could somehow wait it out, but. I don't think I can. Time to be honest with some things
My incorrect quotes
I still have a lot sitting in my drafts that I could do stuff with, but regardless of the amount that I've been hoarding and stashing away, I just,,, have a hard time with them, sometimes
I don't have the same passion for them that I used to. I've tried making myself do them anyway since it feels like that's what a lot of people are here for, but when I have to force myself to put them out, the quality just doesn't feel as good as it could be
I shouldn't have to force myself to do them, and I don't like that working on them feels like a chore that I need to convince myself to do. They're supposed to be fun for me and I'm supposed to enjoy working on them, but... I'm falling away from that, it feels like
Not really sure what to do here, fellas. Incorrect quotes were my whole shtick and it's why a lot of people stuck around here, I think, but again... I just don't have as much fun with them anymore
Very sorry to anyone if this comes as a disappointment. If I could change it and flip a switch to magically enjoy doing the incorrect quotes again, I would in a heartbeat
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fandomtrash-16 · 10 months
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i got distracted from artfight by trying to learn how to draw Chai because he just wouldn't leave my brain
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millylouedward · 1 month
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{ coffees I had last week }
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moviesstoriesandbooks · 6 months
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Chay goes to Wik's fanmeet and sees Kim in cat ears and a black leather choker .
Later when he performed on stage he wore his crop top and suit ensemble, along with the God awful choker.
He had never in his life had to hide an awkward boner with so many people around , but luckily noone was looking at him.
After the session ended , he found Kim in the vanity while he was just about to take off the choker after removing his rings.
Chay took Kim's hand in his own , turning him around in his chair to kiss the blood red glossy lip that Kim had yet to remove. "Can you keep it on till we reach the compound?" Chay asks , Kim turns around and looks at Chay's flushed cheeks and bright eyes in the mirror , and Chay leans down to kiss Kim's neck.
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the-cookie-of-doom · 17 days
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Starset
Send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!
Ahhh, this fic is my spur of the moment little passion project that I'm working on for the next two weeks (until my concert). Every chapter is inspired by a Starset song (so far: Transmissions, Manifest, Telescope, Trials, Monster, Ricochet) with the overarching plot of Kim being a smuggler lost in space. Chay is his lover left behind in the space station where he ran his goods, waiting for him to return, desperately searching for any sign of him once he realizes Kim is gone.
Chay craves the next rushing jolt of synthetic stimulation. An escape from the station—his home, his prison—numbing his mind from the pain, the uncertainty, the grief. The awful, all-consuming grief that he refuses to feel, because to grieve is to accept what is lost can never be found, and he won’t. He can’t. Not while there is still some small chance that Kim is out there.  Pleasure arches through his veins, an electric crackle up the conducting wire that is his spinal cord, following the bath from brainstem to medulla to pons to midbrain to the center of his brain, to his limbic system, that felt so wrong now feels so good.  Nova. Supernova. Some people call it novocaine, but it isn’t, it’s something else entirely, but it feels like novocaine. Anesthetic and numbing and good, and Chay giggles. He brings tingling fingers to tingling lips, his own skin so unfamiliar it’s like kissing a stranger. He watches stars burn out and burst anew right before his eyes, entire galaxies created and destroyed outside his window, deep into the endless night. Artificial elation, hope and happiness soaring with the electricity that dances in his synapses, making an all-too-willing partner out of dopamine.  Neurotransmitters sing with praise and jump with joy and so does Chay, a one-man show in his empty room, spinning and spinning and spinning within his own orbit, though he’s lost without his star. A wild thing hurtling through space. That’s alright, if he spins fast enough, tight enough, he’ll generate his own gravitational pull. Maybe it will be enough to bring his star back into place, at the center of Chay’s universe, where he belongs. Stars aren’t supposed to drift alone.  The high is temporary, like all good things. It’s not in comparison to those first few months with Kim. It is a meteor burning away to nothing in the atmosphere, a flicker of light in the horizon, gone before you realize it was ever really there. But Kim—he’s the only drug Chay ever needed. His smile sweeter than any liquor, the warmth of his embrace a greater comfort than anything Chay could inject or snort or swallow.
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psychangels · 1 year
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i refuse to believe that chai got out of the end of track 7 unscathed. like if korsica was so messed up she fucking DIED, there's no way he made it out with 0 injuries
in fact. if we're gonna do this Logically, he should have also died considering he would've taken the brunt of the damage since he pushed her out of the way and held on to her. but ig we don't know exactly what happened when they landed. plus trying to logic this too much is a fruitless endeavor that will only serve to frustrate sometimes u gotta let things slide
BUT. ANYWAYS. basically, i think he was pretty banged up at the very least and they forced him (and korsica) to rest up and heal since they had to wait for the armstrong festival anyways
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sleepyowlwrites · 3 months
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I have things I need to do but in order to do them my brain trains have to be on schedule and they're being very bad about it
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gas-station-chai · 11 months
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Jerry: I’m kinda jealous cos of all the guys that wanted you in the past.
Jack: What???
Jerry: Yeah, you know. Tony, Benji, Spencer, Travis…
Jack: …Dead, Jerry. They wanted me dead.
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wardog-of-the-endless · 9 months
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Snippet Game (KimChay)
@polizwrites tagged me in a WIP Snippet Game! Thank you so much my darling. I might do more than one of these because I don’t think this is really your fandom BUT since it’s my Birthday I am DELIGHTFULLY answering this using a fic I am SO excited about. Backstory: I JUST WANTED TO SHOOT A MAN. But I played myself and have to write like 3 fluffy backstory/get shit together stories to take place in the verse before I get to shoot a man share what made me start writing in the first place.
It's My Birthday! Presents For You! Definitely don't send me a prompt or an ask or a game to get me to share more writing. Don't do that.
SNIPPET: That's Not How This Works (Under the Cut)!
There’s silence on the line, but Chay saw the phone, he knows. Knows there’s only one person that could possibly be calling him from this number, and the fact that they’re silent just seems to reinforce that knowledge. Isn’t that messed up? That he knows it’s his Phi by the silence?
Somehow it feels weighty, but not judgemental. There’s always been a presence to Kim’s regard, a significance. Chay can remember how it felt to have Kim’s eyes on him, the weight and the warmth and the press of something strange and magnificent and immense. Chay isn’t sure what to do with the fact that Kim is calling him just to sit in silence, can’t help but shift nervously in his seat as he comes to a decision.
"P'Kim?" Chay whispers, and it's all Kim can do not to sob at the gentle utterance of his name.
His hand tenses, further pressure on the wound at his ribs, clenching blood-soaked cotton over tender flesh. Tears spring to his eyes, though whether from that gentle greeting or the pain, he couldn't say. Somehow, Chay answering the phone felt more impactful than recalling the fact that he was swiftly bleeding out on a warehouse floor. "Chay."
"P'Kim," Chay repeated, less tentative but still gentle, hesitant. "Y-you called."
(( You can't walk away Then come back to what we were ))
It’s Kim that did that to him, that taught Chay cautiousness. Chay used to be so enthusiastic with him, so raw and unfiltered, impetuous and trusting. Now he’s been burned by Kim, he’s been hurt, and he’s reluctant to uncurl from the defensive posture Kim knocked him into… reluctant to bloom as sweet and open as he had the first time, to Kim’s everlasting shame.
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chaiinscribes · 10 months
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Rated Teen / 7k words
Characters: Akechi Goro, Amamiya Ren
Relationship: Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren
Tags: canon-compliant, angst (with eventual happy ending), character study, unreliable narrator
Every morning, Akechi Goro is killed.
No, that's imprecise. He doesn't like the passive tone, doesn't appreciate the implication of murder as something merely occurring to him, so he tries again.
Every morning, he kills Akechi Goro.
>> Read on AO3
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chayscribbles · 2 years
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every day for the past few days i’ve been rolling a d20 and telling myself that if i got a nat 20 i would return to writeblr. and well. this just happened
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i don’t think i can commit to being very active on here because. Life. and i’ll probably gonna end up unexpectedly disappearing for swaths of time and i won’t be participating in writeblr days or ask games and i probably still won’t talk too much about my own writing but i am back. sort of.
so. hi, i guess.
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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years
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okay so i guess i gotta write fic about kim now
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yourstormthlaylirahh · 3 months
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#i was reading someones post and agreeing with them for the most part#until the got to the part about insisting kinnporsche was a meaty show with lots of substance to it especially compared to other thai drama#babe kp was all flash and style and no substance#they set it up as if it has substance and then the writing fell appart in the back half#it was especially funny cause this post was contrasting it to last twilight#which literally had the same fucking issue#really good for the first eps (in lt till ep 9 imo kp to ep 8) and then absolutely fell all over itself#undid a ton of stuff it set up and fell apart#kp isnt as egregious as lt imo because it didnt cause the same hurt and distress#it just became ridiculous in the not-fun way and stupid and all over the place#but like they are both examples of writing/directing teams biting off more than they could chew and failing miserably#the funny part was they were basing what was a meaty show with well rounded characters on how many fanfics where created based on it#i... dont think that fanfic and fanart numbers are inherently indicative of quality#look at the number of fanworks for supernatural#or hell even bbc merlin#which i adore but the shows execution was. uh. not the best.#its more indicative of how fandom culture has changed than anything else with people jumping from interest to interest#they werent flawless but if we are thinking of thai bl with substance and something to say? not me and the eclipse are right there#i know it isnt for everyone because the lakorn style is really strong but khun chai broke a lot of the standards for lakorns to my knowledg#miracle of teddy bear has substance and weight to it and people barely gave it the time of day#i just rolled my eyes so hard#and im in a bitchy mood right now so i had to come vent#emilys fandom thoughts
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had a long day at work and was weirdly exhausted by the time I got off, and my emotions/anxieties were all over the place for at least half of my shift.
But I need to write. I’ve been struggling so much with creativity lately, which has led me to basically never writing anything, and I think at this point, the only solution is for me to just kick myself in the pants and do it. I do have a few small WIPs that I’m going to try to work on a bit, but if anyone wants to toss a word/phrase at my askbox as a prompt, I’ll try to write something for you based on wherever my imagination leads when I read it. 👀
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