If there are multiple universes, that means there would be a universe where merome and skylox are canon, you could date/marry/have a family/frick frack/live with your favourite member of team crafted, you would be related to anyone of the group, and yet, no one see’s it in our universe. The fan fictions and drawings would be REAL photos of them. Everyone was able to meet them with no hassle. This is possibly happening right now, and you would never know.
Don’t go to the universe generated by my fics. 50/50 shot a sentient computer virus will crawl out of Minecraft and into your head and if you don’t get Adam to sing to you quick enough, you’ll end up on a murderous rampage through a mall or something.
Well, there’s a 70/30 chance that it’s either heart-wrenchingly tragic and sad or just plain fluffy. Go figure.
But I’m going on a hiatus. Why?
Maybe I’ll come back, maybe I won’t. Let’s just see what happens next, yeah?
spread your wings, my little butterfly - a fem!skydoesminecraft au
"you gotta draw the line somewhere. what can I tolerate today? this, this, not that. never fucking that. draw the line somewhere.” she tells herself this every day when she looks at the dark circles in her eyes and her paling complexion and the bits of mascara that never got washed out before she passed out on her bed last night
it’s a busy life for ada, and she couldn’t love and hate it any more if she tried. class in the morning, practise in the afternoon, homework at night, gigs in the early morning, her life is set in constant motion by the only thing that’s keeping her alive: music.
if there are lyrics of it or you can notate it to her, she’ll sing it. there’s no such thing as discrimination on her turf, with plays from wicked to sound of music to rock of ages under her belt, and photos from gigs with her fulfilled smile and acoustic guitar, and shaky camera captures of a girl stood atop a cafeteria table rapping the latest eminem hit
yeah, you could say ada’s a damn talented person all around, but like she says everyday - she has to draw a line somewhere. the thing is, that line never gets drawn. her life is constantly in motion and it’s not gonna take too long before she falls apart and burns out in the whirling tornado that is, ironically, her life
and if you think she has friends to keep that from happening - think again. because she hops around from genre to genre to gig to stage, she doesn’t quite have the time for friends. either she just doesn’t have the time to hang out with them, or they’re too jealous/intimidated to be her friend. it’s a sad life, but she lives. probably.
on top of that, her parents couldn’t care less about her. with their businesses and “she’s 17 years old, she can take care of herself!” and the fact that she outright rejected the idea of getting into businesses herself, why should they? her life is a solitary one, despite the amount of people that cheer her on and clap for her when she takes her final bow.
it’s lonely, being in the spotlight, but it’s the life she chose as a performer. every night, however, with every moment she gets to be alone without people giving her smiles or glares or reactions to her performance, she whispers it like a mantra: “you gotta draw the line somewhere” and perhaps that’ll keep her going, for now.
If that’s not love, then I’m misinformed. ✧
i need fem!tc au like, really bad
kiss me, just once, for luck - a fem!truemu au
imagine a 16 year old Jessica who’s probably smarter than most of the seniors in her school. she’s a sophomore who’s an outcast because she’s been homeschooled since she was young. her parents are scientists, chemist and astronomer, and eventually their research had caught wind that they couldn’t tutor her anymore, and she needed something more than just her parents teaching her scientific words that don’t belong anywhere else but a dissertation on their respective field
and she’s so sick of it. she’s sick of being outcast because she still has her hair in braids and call her ‘star girl’ and anyone who dares to talk to her has the possibility to being cast out of the hierarchy just because they wanted some help in their chemistry homework or whatever
she’s tired of being the only one uninvited for parties and having only the librarian, her science teachers, and the guidance counsellor as her friends. she wants to be in that world, where kids are giggling in between kisses, trying to be so quiet to keep the hall monitor from catching them in the broom closet
she wants to be bailed out of jail by her parents who ask themselves ‘where did we go wrong?’, feel the burn of alcohol as it courses down her throat. the stars will always be her first love, but the earth is where she needs to be right now.
jessica- no, jess doesn’t recognise herself in the mirror, donning dyed dark brown hair and colours that don’t normally appear as vibrant on her face. she feels so alien, and it feels so fucking good.
the final touch is a necklace that her parents gave her when she started school, an accessory that she only wore once before it was nearly thrown in the dumpster by an audacious bully. she feels so reformed and so new, so ready for the life she craves for.
it’s going to be hard, it’s not going to be pretty or overlaid with photos of galaxies, earning so much attention in poetry blogs on the internet, but it’s going to be her experience in the world and hers alone, and that’s what counts the most.
lies on the ground because alesa and adam are so cute together ahhhhh
It’s actually one of four fics that I’m currently in the process of writing. School and life in general is just a literal piece of shit so I can’t do much.