Hello people,

I am technically new to AsianFanFics. Technically- yes because I already have an account here and I use it a lot. I talk with people on it, I comment on stories with it and I wrote a couple stories myself. Only, as that account was strictly Hyuk Jae-biased, I prefer to do another one and explode with my love for Zi Tao. So here I am, doing another account with no relation with the other one. Nope, the name isn't similar, and the person of interest won't be the same. Anywho, welcome to my new account. I hope we will become great friends, but before that. Why don't I tell you why I am writing this blog post.

Yes, the blog post. This blog post is supposed to let me vent a bit, but also to help me decide which story is more interesting. I am currently writing... a heck load of SomeonexTao stories. I have five on the go and I do not know which one to concentrate on, because I love 'em all. Of course, I am no writer, or should I say professional writer. I am a writer for I write- but should I be a good or great writer- you should decide, but I digress.

I will post the basic information on the stories I am currently working on, in hopes of that a charitable soul will read this and say: "Hey, I really like this one! Please consider writing about it until you can't anymore.", or at least something of the genre. So, without further ado, here are the competitors.

 

No Title @ the moment- Heirs(Not the Drama, mind you)!AU- SeTao

Except--

"A prince. That could be the only description the heir of the Oh family could be associated with. Coldness. It could be felt everywhere around him, as if he brought winter with him. Nobody dared talk with him, he was untouchable, handsome, prince-like. "
[...]
"A dainty hand covered a giggle. Such purity, until the man noticed the darkness around the other’s nails. Until he noticed that the skin of the giggling man wasn’t as white as he first saw. The skin had a certain tan, a lovely halo of youth. Something unexpected, something refreshing. Mr. Oh was looking at the youngest. He still didn’t get the other’s name, nor even if he was at the right party. Maybe he was a friend of the soon to be fiancé of his son. "

 

The Death of Night- Mafia!AU- ChanTao

Premise--

"It was like any other night--

It had fallen; the monsters were going to come out and play.

 

The worst always seemed to happen in the dead of night, while everything would seem to have calmed down around them. The city would finally quieten a tad, enough to comfort the hopeless that their situation had changed- that at night the monsters did not actually come out to play. After all, monsters didn't exists in the dead of night. Oh no, they only existed in the shadows of the setting sun, behind the shady buildings, into the dark corners.

 

How wrong. How very wrong. After all, the monsters came out to play in the death of night too. The sun slowly climbing up the sky, Earth rotating to shower the night with the illuminating globe's brightness. One might be fooled that after the night ends, after the death of night, one would be in security… But again, what a very wrong way to see things… because the worst type of monster doesn't mind the sun… It just hides his appearance better."

 

 

Porcelain Cracks- EXO+Eating Disorder!AU- Unknown Coupling (++Trigger Warning++)

 

Part of Prologue--

 

"A man was trembling, shaking. Afraid, he stood on a scale. His head was looking straight ahead, he wasn't comfortable with looking down, and yet he did. Looking down, he could see the number glowing, as if it was coming closer. He smiled tightly. He had lost some weight, but not enough. It never was enough.

 

He got off and the number disappeared. He could not get that number from his head, it was as if someone was screaming it and an echo was throwing it back around. Picking up everything around him, he started to clothe himself. A knock was heard at the door, and the young man shortly hummed. On the other side of the door, a voice started talking about how it had been too long since Zi Tao was in the washroom. It was the only washroom in the living quarters, so Zi Tao better hurry up. While the other was ranting, the young man gave himself one last onceover and opened the door to a lecturing Kris.

 

Kris looked up in surprise. His eyes glanced over the young man and he rolled his eyes. The younger man was always dressed as if they were on a runway. In a sense they were, they always were in the light of a camera. Only, Kris couldn't see what changed between the first time Zi Tao got out of his room and when he got out of the washroom, except maybe his crooked scarf."

 

 

Unknown Title- Graffiti!AU- Unknown Coupling

 

Entire Prologue--

 

"A man, stylishly dressed in tones of grey, was looking at a blank wall. It was dark, night, and nobody was in sight. A smile was spreading like wild fire on his chapped lips. It had been a long day, and the young man was feeling the hours he had spent at school settling in his body. He stretched a little, the sound of metal clinking against metal following each movement. The city was breathing, still very much alive at this time of night. That was what happened with cities likes this one. Life was bustling at every hour, but this was the only time the young man had the possibility and when it was less dangerous to do whatever he wanted to do.

 

Hand grasping at something made of metal, the young man pulled it out from the pocket of his hoodie with expertise. He looked down at his hand with a nervous smile. It was always like this- he was anxious to do a good job. His hand shake with the metal following the movement and with a deep breath, he pulled the trigger and... Paint splashed against the wall. Miniature droplets colored the wall with a rich red. An ecstatic laughter exploded, coloring the night as his paint did to the wall.

 

He spent minutes exchanging between colors and black, creating a wall full of beauty and of messages. While apposing his signature, the druid symbol of inspiration and poetry (a circle with three dots and three lines drawn inside the circle), a suspicious sound echoed into the dark alley. Without a moment to spare, the young man pocketed his spray cans and with agility, the graffitist was long gone when two police officers came onto the scene of the crime.

 

The tallest of the officers sighed longingly after his spirits were crushed for not catching the guy, while the other gazed at the art work- written in red above a person in colorful attires was the word "DENIED", with another person dressed and coiffed in business man fashion had the word ACCEPTED above his head.

 

The two officers did not even have to look for the signature to know that Mr. Poet had hit again."

 

Unknown Title- Dystopian!AU- Unknown Coupling

 

BlahBlah--

 

I have a couple ideas for a dystopian fanfic, but this will take... a while. As in, a long-long-long while. I am not even sure if I am willing to risk it yet. I have a ideas, they just aren't developed yet. Still very much raw, I don't even have a word written on this, I just thought it would look nice- five ideas. Yay, uneven numbers... I guess?? aha. Please do not tell me to write this. I am such a lazy bumb, I am not read to think deeper into this, but if it is wished upon, I will try to give it a go. No promises~ aha

 

yay.This is all. I hope you will ALL write down here and tell me what you think of my ideas. NO STEALING, yah! Do not copy or plagiarize MY ideas. Thank you~

I hope to have news of you all- also, I am super friendly, so please just write down in the dubly-comments and I will reply. Always. (Well, as long as I have something "interesting" to say.) hehe

 

Thank you.