Thinking About Outlaw!Yuki Who Brings Back Things For You From Her Gang’s Raids.

How do you decide what kinds of things you want to write over?

Hi!!

So it kind of depends on what has inspired me lately, so my first fic on here was inspired by Greek mythology and I have been a huge mythology nerd for forever.

Music also plays a big part in my life so if I hear a song I really like a story can come from that.

So it is mostly just what my brain latches onto at that time!

Thank you for asking!

The Hanging Garden

Lavender

Pomegranate seeds- Hades!Geto x reader

Masterlist

Love magic and other things gone wrong - Geto x Witch!Reader

One-shot

Forget-me-nots

Labyrinth - Dionysus!Gojo x reader

One-shot

Dirty little Secret - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!reader x Fanboy!Gojo

Setlist

Poppies

Heaven is here- if you want it - Demon!Sukuna x reader

One-shot

Sunflowers

Cowboy Like Me - Outlaw!Yuki x reader

Part 1

I finished re-writing the plot line for hole in one, and the entire storyline just fell out of my head and onto paper and I actually love it

Yay! I was just about to read it! I am excited to see where the story goes!

Currently 3k words into Saint, I think that it will be about 5k in its entirety.

Whatever you do, don’t get stupidly high then listen to Fourth of July by Fall out boy.

You will think about Satosugu.

And you will be in tears.

Preview for this coming tomorrow! 🤭

You and Yuki had grown up together.

Her father had a thriving farm and supplied most of the town with food. She was brought up under her mother’s care and guidance but always had that rebellious streak. It was cute in the beginning but soon she was uncontrollable, the exact opposite of what a lady should be. So her mother had the idea to introduce the two of you at the age of ten.

Both of your mothers, who were old friends, had hoped to bring you out of your shell and to give Yuki a proper friend besides the cattle on the farm. You were a shy little thing and Yuki was wide eyed and curious. So she had poked and prodded you out of your shell.

After that the two of you were inseparable, neither of you were seen without the other. You got more confidence but Yuki still was as wild as ever. She would drag you out of your embroidery lessons into the fields and creek that ran through it. You would come back with mud on the hem of your skirts and a wide smile on your face.

You spent six wonderful years with her but not all good things last.

You turned sixteen and a marriage offer came your way. It was crushing because you wouldn’t be able to see Yuki that much anymore. But the kicker was that your parents were sending you to live your Aunt back east for a year to “ready” you for the marriage.

Tears had filled your eyes as Yuki rode her horse beside the train to send you off, tears running down her cheeks and a sad grin on her face. Oh what you would give to stay in her arms for even just a minute longer.

The year was long and hard, your Aunt was an unforgiving woman. Summer turned to fall then winter then into spring then finally summer again.

Soon you were stepping off the train onto the platform to see your mother. She looked so relieved to see you but the black dress she wore and the red under her eyes told a different story.

“What happened Mama?” You ask panic welling up in you.

“The Tsukumo farm burned to the ground two weeks ago, they are all dead.”

You had ran all the way up the path to that farm, tripping over your skirts multiple times to get there. Your heart had shattered upon seeing the charred remains of the farm you had practically grew up on.

The only thing that you found of Yuki was a small necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Holding it to your chest you feel both a sense of loss and hope.

Because if her body isn’t here then maybe she made it out of the fire somehow.

I keep staring at the Saint doc and it stares back at me, then nothing gets done 🫠

xie lian being weird, unhinged and slightly completely insane is MY favorite dianxia flavor. it's personal to me u all wouldn't get it

I be wondering why it takes me so long to write and then I write one (1) sentence then spend 40 minutes scrolling aimlessly through tumblr

Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes