moonseul | writing wish list

Thought it would be great to put into words the exact things that I'll likely not end up putting to words. Maybe to put the idea to rest, or to table the idea till later?

fic titles in my back pocket (or a playlist of sorts, because i'm an unoriginal b)

✰ ungodly hour

I imagine this as something tender and intimate. In an ideal world this would be the perfect title for morning sex, but I've come to accept that I will probably never find my calling as a Rated E writer. Lol.
from Chloe x Halle's ungodly hour

✰ devil's advocate

The plot of this has kept me up for several nights in a row... I am thinking of a wangxian au where after his resurrection and after things have settled down, Wei Wuxian still does not realize his feelings for Lan Wangji yet. Back in the Cloud Recesses, in a time of relative peace, Wei Wuxian decides to run an advice column in the Gusu Lan weekly newsletter, solving all sorts of mini mysteries of the heart, as he'd like to call it. It doesn't start out that way, of course. He'd merely started running the column to publish short essays about his work and answer any questions, and he supposes, questions of the heart are valid questions as well. In the process, he starts he receive oddly targeted questions about his relationship with Lan Wangji, which makes him scrutinize his surroundings more, and by the end of it he realizes he's been in love the whole time.
Does this make sense? I don't even know. I'm trying to figure it out. My biggest issue with this plot is on reconciling the fact that this is not canon / i.e. Wei Wuxian doesn't realize his love for Lan Wangji until much later. As I'm writing this I realize that I didn't actually finish reading the canon material either lmao. SO I guess it's fine. I think the drama ended somewhat on this ambiguous note too. Cool I solved my own problem???
Am thinking of writing this for the MXTX mini bang (!!!) but I am always so bad when it comes to writing for events
from The Neighbourhood's devil's advocate

dead WIPs

(untitled) psycho-pass, ginoza nobuchika / kogami shinya

I have ALWAYS wanted to write this pair, but I find it so difficult for a couple reasons.

The dystopian setting of this series makes the tone of my writing always emerge pretty sombre and solemn (i'm not sure if people like reading me on Angst mode. As much as I "write for myself", I also don't really enjoy writing for no audience.)
This is a pairing with a pretty tragic relationship backstory - one that deals with the fear of being left behind, the actual experience of abandonment, years of living apart wondering if they are even still friends. Pretty much makes for angst.
These two men are, in my opinion, the two most beautiful anime men to have existed and sometimes it just... cripples me. Lol.

I had initially planned to write a story to fill in the gaps between Sinners of the System and season 3 -- to write in Kogami's return to Japan, and his return into Ginoza's life. I had wanted it to culminate in a scene where Kogami asks, sitting on the kitchen counter, if Ginoza had started to love him again, and Ginoza, eyes soft, replies that he'd never stopped.

a snippet

Ginoza, knees on the ground with his head growing heavy, feels his vision waver on an unwelcome figure in the distance. The man is extending a hand towards him. His hand is shaking. And Ginoza is too -- his suit is soaked through from the rain and tight on his skin, almost constricting. He can barely breathe.

“Gino,” the figure calls out. His hand is still extended.

Ginoza watches this play out before him like a broken TV. There Kogami is with a warm, persistent halo around his body, like the afterglow from the tip of an extinguished cigarette bud. This used to be something Ginoza longed for. Four years later, it’s become a curse.

Nothing feels real, not even after the man scoops him off the ground and hauls him onto his back. The alleyways and stairwells in the abandoned zone are run down, and every step up the stairs feels like a balancing act. Kogami’s leather jacket is thick enough to chafe against his cheek, but not enough to stop him from hearing the faint beat of his heart.