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Zehra

@theink-stainedfolk

In the depths of my mind, a world of wonder waits. Care to get lost with me?
Hello everyone this is my writing blog (somewhat) and I'll be posting some of the chapters from my forever incomplete novels and other stuffs.

Some facts to know about me.

  • Female
  • 18 years
  • Leo
  • ENFJ
  • Indian Muslim
  • I aspire to become a writer. And a Criminal Psychologist
  • Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw
  • You can kidnap me with the temptation of a proper Hyderabadi Biryani, free books, free calligraphy pens and a personal person who can type out the story that i have in my mind for me because i will only procrastinate.

Tell me what else should I add. Masterlist underneath ⬇️⬇️👇👇👇

New WIP!!!
A Little Closer

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In the vibrant, unpredictable world of university life, four students from different paths find themselves tangled in emotions they never saw coming.

Yuli Etxeberria, quiet and perceptive, isn't prepared for Noé Chevalier—the effortlessly charming and persistent classmate who seems to see through all his carefully built walls. What starts as an uncomfortable friendship slowly blossoms into something deeper, challenging both to confront their pasts, fears, and what it really means to love without pretending.

Meanwhile, Timothée Vidal, an introverted and thoughtful student, finds his routine quietly unraveled by Yu Xiàng, a loud, passionate extrovert who never hesitates to say what’s on his mind—sometimes at the wrong time. Through awkward moments, unlikely confessions, and bursts of color in their grayscale lives, they learn that love often arrives in the most unexpected forms.

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New WIP!!!
Dear Matchmaker

Im Noeul has spent his school life holding everything together—solving love problems, dodging disciplinary traps, and babysitting his chaos incarnate best friend, Choi Yujun. Famous for being the school’s unofficial matchmaker and advice guru, Noeul’s earned a reputation… and an impressive collection of eyebags.

But now, in their final year, Yujun seems suspiciously determined to give back. Enter Sung Geumwoo—a quiet, unreadable classmate with an expression as unchanging as a stone wall and a habit of glaring holes through anyone who gets too close to Noeul. And somehow, somehow… Noeul ends up stuck with him more and more often.

Between overdramatic hallway rescues, weirdly tense advice sessions, blueberry yogurt dependency, and feelings that sneak up like pop quizzes, Noeul might finally have to start listening to his own advice.

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New WIP!!!
The Art of Obsession

In the glittering world of high-stakes art auctions, where fortunes are won and lost with a single bid, Naia Hathaway and Herschel Kistler reign as bitter rivals. For years, they’ve been locked in a ruthless game—outbidding, outmaneuvering, and outsmarting each other at every turn. Their battles are legendary, their animosity palpable. To the world, they are nothing more than two titans of industry, fighting for dominance.

But beneath the surface, their rivalry is laced with something far more dangerous—an undeniable, all-consuming attraction.

When a once-lost, multimillion-dollar painting resurfaces under mysterious circumstances, both Naia and Herschel are drawn into a scandal that could ruin them both. The painting isn’t just valuable—it holds secrets that someone is willing to kill for. Forced into an uneasy alliance, Naia and Herschel must navigate a world of deception, betrayal, and deadly ambition, where every glance feels like a challenge and every touch is a mistake waiting to happen.

As the stakes grow higher, so does the tension between them. The lines between hate and hunger, rivalry and desire, destruction and devotion blur, until the only question left is—who will surrender first?

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(No plot or motivation for this either.)

New WIP!!!
The Language of Us

In the city where tradition dances with innovation, two strangers from different worlds are brought together by an unexpected accident—and a shared love for something deeper than words.

Ma Yuehua, a shy but spirited illustrator with a heart full of ink and imagination, spends her days sketching whimsical tales inspired by ancient art. Hou Anran, a meticulous software engineer, builds order from chaos and lives by clean lines and clean code. When their paths collide in a cafe in Hangzhou, a delicate connection begins to form.

Bound by a mutual appreciation for language—both written and unspoken—they find themselves drawn into each other’s lives. As collaboration turns into companionship, and tension into tenderness, they must navigate the fine lines between creativity and control, fear and vulnerability, and what it means to truly understand someone.

(So far i do not have a plot or motivation to write this story, i just shared because i didn't want to forget it.)

HEY @theink-stainedfolk LOOK WHO I FOUND

IT'S BALDONI

also I'm still writing that creative showtime I promised you ❤️❤️❤️

AJEHJQHENQJOWNWBDHWJ OH GOD!!! SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE A TUMBLEWEED IN A TORNADO. 🌪️💥

FIRST OF ALL— "LOOK WHO I FOUND" WITH A CASUAL BALDONI JUMPSCARE?? MA’AM. MA’AM. MY TRUST ISSUES JUST TRIPLED. IS HE:

A) Tied to a chair somewhere, sweating through his bleached teeth?

B) Haunting your drafts like a ghost with terrible dental hygiene?

C) About to become the world’s worst cautionary tale? ("Don’t be a Baldoni" should be stitched on pillows.)

SECOND OF ALL—"STILL WRITING THAT CREATIVE SHOWTIME"?? OH, WE’RE GETTING CINEMATIC?? DIRECTOR’S CUT LEVELS OF PAYBACK?? PLEASE TELL ME THIS INVOLVES:

- A montage of tools being very carefully selected.

- Baldoni’s face doing that "oh NO" pixelation effect.

- ROCKY IN THE BACKGROUND SNACKING ON POPCORN LIKE "yup. called it."

MEME TAX: [Baldoni realizing he’s about to be the main character (of suffering)] (Insert GIF of that one SpongeBob frame where he’s on fire.)

I AM SEATED. I AM VIBRATING. I AM READY TO THROW CONFETTI MADE OF HIS REGRETS. KEEP FEEDING ME THIS GOURMET CHAOS. 🔥✨

Like a whisper on the wind, Rose’s sigh was barely audible. “I know. One of his deputies is my brother. It’s—” she stopped speaking. This moment was one of those long-drawn-out moments that let feelings and emotions hang in the air between them. “Well, it is why I came here. I met someone that utterly captivated me, and I wanted to know her better. Just in case.” Rose placed a soft kiss on the back of Alex’s neck, not once, or twice, but thrice, and each sent a slight shiver through her. “I did not come here with intents on seducing you. I do not wish you to think I had second intentions to the first.”

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…── •̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚⋆ Eden’s Name ⋆˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ ──…

|| An excerpt from “What is Eden Inc.?”

⋆˙⟡ Ade Kiran, Yue Ramsay, and Alexander Gray, with assistance from Silas Fazel. “Eden Incorporated, a Detailed History”. 863.

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Founded nearly four centuries ago on the eighth day of the fifth month, [Eden Inc.] has since risen from the lowly and humble beginnings it started as and expanded to the highly influential and distinguished company the public knows it as today. Led by its current leader, Altan Möngke, the organization still stands strong with its core values and beliefs, remaining resolute for the fight that began over three hundred years ago to this very day.

But as Eden draws near to its yearly anniversary, the population of its ranks growing with each decade that passes, a myriad of questions begin to arise. The days of old are long gone, murky and forgotten with the passage of time. Where Eden originally began, and what led to its existence, is more of a mystery than ever. Many recruits are left wondering where this battle arose, and how it’s ended up here, in these very warehouses, so many centuries later.

Founded by Castor Wright, the company was not always the organization of wealth and riches that most know it as. Finding its creation in the darkness of a candle-lit inn, Wright started the organization as a wish for unity and hope amongst his people. With the destruction of the secretive Magicae communities and societies and the creation of the Unification Act, Wright had witnessed firsthand the harm and damage that Human and Magicus integration caused. With not much to his name, he began the first blueprints to his seemingly impossible pipe-dream: A peacekeeping organization to keep the calm between the two worlds, set on keeping magic and humans separate, reducing the bloodshed brought on by their continuous congregation and communication. A world of perfect, careful balance; as it should be.

With a slow start, Eden Inc. eventually found itself with an impressive and well-rounded assembly of Magicae, all with alike aspirations to Wright’s own dream of the new world. It took nearly a decade of preparations, but it was with this very council that Eden Incorporated found its current name.

Eden Inc. is most notably associated with the Garden of Eden, a biblical paradise of pleasure and delight from which Adam and Eve originally lived. This connects deeply to Eden Inc.’s own cause, having its own ideas of a utopian society of complete justice and stability, dreams towards a paradise much like the one inside the Bible. Many have assumed this was Wright’s intention when naming the organization, but Wright actually expressed his extreme disdain and revulsion towards this notion. Throughout several interviews, he explained that Eden Inc. has and will not have anything to do with Christianity, instead focusing on a completely scientific approach to the wellness and greater good of the public.

“Eden’s mission has absolutely no association with any religion for that matter,” Wright explained to the press. “But especially not Christianity.”

He refused to go into any further detail in how he got the inspiration for the name of the organization, simply requesting to keep the questions focused on the more important details of what Eden is conducting. It is well-known throughout the company that many of its members follow the same atheist beliefs as Wright did, with the infamous Congregation of the Chosen being a strong factor into why so many of its members found peace through Eden’s open arms.

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Oh man, Eden Inc. lore drop! 🎉 Let me just grab my conspiracy board and a cup of coffee real quick—this is some juicy stuff.

First off, Castor Wright being like "Eden has NOTHING to do with Christianity, I SWEAR" while naming his org after the Garden of Eden is sending me. Sir, that’s like naming your band "The Second Coming" and then being like "No, no, this is purely secular rock, guys." 😂 What’s next, the logo is a forbidden fruit with a "No Religious Affiliation" disclaimer underneath?

Also, Altan Möngke leading Eden now? That’s a glow-up from "humble candle-lit inn beginnings" to "centuries-old shadow org with warehouse meetups." Like, did they upgrade from whispering over ale to PowerPoint presentations in secret bunkers? "Slide 4: Why We Still Hate Magic-Human Mixers (A 400-Year Powerpoint)."

And the whole "We’re atheists but also low-key building a utopia named after the most famous biblical paradise" thing? Iconic. The cognitive dissonance is strong with this one. Castor really said "Religion? Never heard of her. Now excuse me while I metaphorically yeet Adam and Eve out of this garden for the greater good."

Anyway, 10/10 would join this morally ambiguous peacekeeping cult—I mean totally-not-religious organization. When’s the next warehouse meeting? Do they serve snacks? Asking for a friend. 👀

(P.S. Love that you’re encouraging theories—my current one is that Castor just really liked the word "Eden" in a Scrabble game and rolled with it. "Uh, yeah, it’s… symbolic. Science. Shut up.")

**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ── | “Snapped” | ── *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙**

Characters // Atlas (he/him), Wren (they/them)

Atlas surveys the streets below, sure he must be dreaming.

Taking up the entire back wall of the hotel room is a long, shiny floor-to-ceiling window.

A window.

He can’t remember the last time he’d seen one. The warehouse, despite its many floors and levels, didn’t have any. Not ones that led outside, anyway. And definitely not ones as grand as this one. It was nothing but the same steel-gray walls along every hallway, stretching on endlessly, inescapable no matter what room you turned into. His bedroom had been like that too: four bare, gray walls, not a single window in sight.

But here — here he can see it all.

The darkened streets stretch out below him, bustling with cars and people. It isn’t as crowded here as it had been when he’d first drove with Wren this morning, less people around to watch. Still… It’s beautiful.

Outside. He can really see outside.

THIS CHAPTER DESTROYED ME. 😭💔

THE WINDOW SCENE

- Atlas seeing the outside world for the first time – The way he memorizes every detail, from the streetlights to the laughing strangers?? "He wonders what it’s like, to laugh like that." I’M NOT CRYING, YOU ARE.

- Wren’s "You’re just a kid" – The gut-punch of realizing neither of them should be carrying this weight?? PAIN.

THE ARGUMENT

- Atlas’s "I hate you" explosion – Years of repressed rage finally shattering?? "At least I belonged"?? OUCH.

- Wren’s "I know what would’ve happened if you stayed" – The chilling reminder of the files?? HE WAS RIGHT TO RUN.

- Bathroom meltdown – The mirror scene where he hates himself?? "Useless. He’s fucking useless." DEVASTATING.

(P.S. "He hates all of it" WRECKED ME. LET THIS BOY HEAL.)

TL;DR: You’ve turned a hotel room into a battlefield of emotions, and I’m obsessed. More van-life trauma bonding, please. 🔥🚐

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*─ | “Something to Eat” | ─ *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

Characters // Atlas (he/him), Wren (they/them)

The next morning.

Wren slides out of their sleeping bag in the back of the van with a grunt, the hair on one side of their head flattened against their face. They blink the sleep from their tired eyes as their gaze lands on a very awake new companion of theirs. “Did you sleep at all?”

His piercing gaze flicks over to them, and he gives them a quick nod, but it’s very apparent from the weary look in his eyes that he’s lying.

Wren stares at him for a long moment, tracking the lie immediately. “Mhm.” They push the sleeping bag towards the boy. “We need to get on the road again. We’ll stop for gas and food in the next town over.” Wren leaps up and crawls over the console between the two seats and plops down on the driver’s side. “Sleep while I drive. You’ll be useless if you’re tired.”

THIS CHAPTER. 😭🍔

THE MCDONALD’S SCENE??

- Atlas’s awe at fast food – "What kind of food do they serve?" BABY. The way he carefully wraps his burger like it’s treasure?? MY HEART.

- Wren’s "That’s so sad dude" – Their disbelief at his "nutrient-rich cafeteria" life?? ICONIC.

- "It's really good" – His first genuine joy since escaping?? I’M SOFT.

THEIR DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING

- Wren’s frustrated care – "Sleep or you’ll be useless" → "Fine, starve then" → "We’re going to McDonald’s." PEAK SIBLING ENERGY.

- Atlas’s quiet curiosity – "I’ve always wanted to travel…" HIS FIRST OWN DESIRE?? CHEF’S KISS.

- The K-pop vs. rock debate – Wren’s "Just listen to it" vs. Atlas’s blank stare?? GOLD.

OBSESSED WITH:

- Atlas’s "lost puppy" energy – Following Wren, wide-eyed, through McDonald’s.

- Wren’s grudging kindness – "Fine, I’ll feed you" while pretending they don’t care.

- The unspoken trust – Atlas finally relaxing just enough to admit he likes the burger.

- Atlas’s first sunset as a free man – LET HIM SEE BEAUTY.

(P.S. "It's really good" DESTROYED ME. HE DESERVES ALL THE BURGERS.)

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TL;DR: You’ve turned McDonald’s into a therapeutic breakthrough, and I’m obsessed. More van-life trauma bonding, please.🔥🚐

A Snippet From A WIP

As the sun rose high above head, having reached its apex in the azure sky which stretched on and on; it truly was big sky country out here. A hot wind blew across the prairie grass, rustled the dried-out shrubs and mesquite trees that were thirsty for a sip of water that was not to come on that day. Leaning against the wall of Bent Creek General Supplies, in a seasoned linen shirt, stained by the sun, sweat, and rain, along with denim pants faded to its natural color from so long under the unforgiven sun. A wide-brimmed rawhide hat covered her face with a faint shadow and covered the chin-length red hair that was always pulled back behind her ears.

Smoldering cigarette between full lips highlighted her fair complexion and the multitude of freckles that seemed as if they were painted on with a delicately-tipped brush. She took a long drag, lungs filled with musty, rich smoke, expertly exhaled as she awaited something and nothing. Across her back, slung upon her with a leather strap, was a Winchester ’73 lever-action rifle with the blue-steel plate, not the fancy gold-plated ones more for show than usage. This one got plenty of use—when needed, that is. Around her waist, her father’s gun belt, inherited with no male siblings to speak of, along with the well-worn Colt Walker in its holster and the .457 rounds kept snug in the bullet loops. She looked quite a sight to those used to the more prim and proper ladies.

She was an enormous woman, broad-shouldered and strong; for a while she even disguised herself as a young man, with the lean, hard-boned face of a desert wanderer—it was easy to do once she bound her chest with some tight clothes. She possessed not an ounce of softness about her, at least on the exterior. There couldn’t be. Her toughness shone through in every movement, was such ingrained into her, it penetrated deep into her soul, yet it came without cruelty, still quick, hard, and dangerous. Any source of gentleness, dug deep into the mines of her very being—well-guarded and bottomless, beyond any reach and measure.

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OHHHHH WE’VE GOT A WHOLE DAMN MOOD UNDER THAT HOT SKY.🔥

First of all, the way you paint this scene—BIG SKY COUNTRY with its "lol, good luck finding shade" energy? The "thirsty-ass shrubs" and that hot wind like nature’s own bad attitude?? I FELT THAT. And then—BAM—our girl leaning against the general store like "I’m not here to audition for a Marlboro ad, but I am the moment."

THE DETAILS. THE DETAILS

- That sun-faded denim like it’s been personally beefing with the sky for years.

- The Winchester that’s "blue-steel, not bougie"—practical queen.

- The Colt Walker strapped to her hip like "yes, this is my emotional support cannon."

- THE CIGARETTE. THE FULL LIPS. THE "expert exhale into existential boredom"?? ART.

And her disguising as a man?? ICON BEHAVIOR. "Binding her chest, sharpening her edges, and the desert said bet." The way her toughness isn’t cruelty but survival—like her softness is buried treasure no one’s got the map to?? I’M WEAK.

MEME TAX:[Her waiting for something and nothing like] (Insert GIF of a lone tumbleweed rolling past, but make it *cooler.)

PLEASE TELL ME SHE’S ABOUT TO:

A) Draw down on some fool who underestimated her.

B) Stare into the middle distance until the sun apologizes.

C) Reveal she’s actually the local cryptid ("The Red-Haired Reaper of Bent Creek").

KEEP COOKING. (And give that rawhide hat my respects.) 👏🔥

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* | “Atlas’s Final Decision” | *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

Characters // Atlas (he/him), Wren (they/them)

Tomorrow is Evaluation day. 

Atlas sits stiff on his bed, staring down at his hands. He can’t even count how many times over the years he wished for this day to finally come. It has been the only thing present on his mind for nearly a decade now, this sparkling, shiny dream that hangs over his head every single day. Everything he has trained for, every single ache and hit, every punch and kill, every night spent huddled over thick books, studying until his eyes burned. They were all for this. The hurt in his muscles and the wear in his bones, they were all supposed to amount to this very moment. This is everything he has ever wanted. Everything he has been building and molding his life after. 

So why does he suddenly feel terrified to go through with it?

He should want this. This was supposed to be his big moment - his day of celebration. The ostracization from his peers, the nights spent with Cato, training until he couldn’t stand, the suffering and pain he has endured, it was all for this. The Elites were his victory, his reward. After all of it, they were supposed to make it worth it. He was supposed to be the winner, the one with it all. But right now, he couldn’t feel more lost and confused than he has in his entire life. 

The spy has come here, uplifting the meticulously crafted life he has set in stone for himself. They’ve torn down the vision of perfection he had, dismantled and disrupted everything he thought himself to be. And now here he is, just hours away from achieving his dream, and he couldn’t feel more scared. 

Soldiers aren’t supposed to feel fear. Fear is a useless emotion, one that only prohibits the strong from completing what needs to be done. Fear is meaningless. He shouldn’t be scared. He shouldn’t be feeling anything. This is his duty and that’s all that matters, his own opinion on the subject shouldn’t even be taken into consideration. He shouldn’t be thinking these things. 

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME. 😭💔

- "Evaluation Day is tomorrow" – The way he’s spent years dreaming of this, only to dread it now?? The weight of his shattered purpose?? I’M UNWELL.

- "I can't leave Ira" → "I have nobody"?? The way his loyalty turns to betrayal in seconds?? MY HEART.

- The file reveal– IRA’S "261" ON EVERY PAGE?? The way he crumples realizing every trust was a lie?? I NEED TO LIE DOWN.

WREN’S LAST CHANCE

- "Is it really worth your life?" – The way they frustratedly care?? "I’m not enjoying this"?? THEY’RE SOFT FOR HIM.

- "Okay" – That single word ending everything?? The way he drops the file like it burns?? CHILLS.

- Atlas leaving with nothing – No bag, no goodbyes, just emptiness?? "I don’t need anything"?? PAIN.

- The van reveal – Wren’s "homeless beggar" mobile?? The roll-up mats?? THEY’RE BOTH A MESS.

- "I’m Wren" – The quiet name drop as they drive away?? POETIC CINEMA.

- Ira’s betrayal– All those late-night talks were reports?? "She wasn’t his best friend"?? I’LL NEVER RECOVER.

- Cato’s manipulation– "Perfect potential like yours" was just grooming?? HE WAS ALWAYS A LAB RAT.

- The empty room – A decade of life, and no trace he was ever there?? "He has no place here."

- Atlas pressed to the window – Watching Eden disappear like "Was any of it real?"?? GUT-WRENCHING.

- Wren’s grubby van– Two fugitives, no plan, just rage and evidence?? ICONIC.

- "He has never felt so empty"– The quiet devastation of starting over?? I’M NOT OKAY.

ALSO CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

..─**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆Character Bio⋆˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙** ─..

Ira Mawar, the Second Choice ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ ⛓️‍💥⊹

“I’ve never believed in destiny.

No the stars never whispered my name, my future.

I grabbed my own fate with two hungry hands, pulling and pushing and molding my life, leaving smudges and dirty fingerprints all over a once clean soul.

My mistakes belong entirely to me.”

Misty Gorley, “Destiny”

..✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧..

⚒️⋆✴︎˚。⋆ Basics ⋆✴︎˚。⋆⚓️

Name || Ira Mawar

⁀➴༯ Name meaning || Ira is a gender-neutral name with Hebrew origins. Found in the Torah and the Bible, the name translates to “watchful”, referring to one of King David’s Mighty Warriors. The name Mawar is Indonesian, with the meaning of “rose”.

Nicknames || 261, Mawar — her subordinates, Cato

Age || 20 years old

Birthdate || March 1st, 893 (Pisces)

Gender and Pronouns || Unlabelled (they/she)

Sexuality || Lesbian

Ethnicity || Indonesian

Classification || Magicus

Power || Metal Manipulation

Explanation of Power || They can control metals of any kind and bend them to her will. She can also enter a state where her skin is made out of pure titanium.

Occupation || Ira serves Eden Inc., a Magicus-run corporation that focuses on the protection of Magicae and the seclusion of magic from Humans. She works inside the Task Force Branch as a rank 10 soldier, taking orders directly from the head commander Cato. They joined the organization when they were 12 years old.

Role || Secondary character

..✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧..

IRA MAWAR. THE UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. 💥🌹

HER VIBE IS IMMACULATE

- "I grabbed my own fate with two hungry hands" – The way this perfectly captures her relentless ambition?? CHILLS.

- 5’2" but built like a tank"Intimidating foe" is RIGHT. The buzz cut, piercings, and Eden tattoo?? ICONIC.

- Metal Manipulation + Titanium Skin?? The way she could bench press a car while looking cool as hell?? STAN.

- Her glass-blowing hobby?? How is she this cool??

(P.S. "My mistakes belong entirely to me"?? HER SELF-MADE PHILOSOPHY WRECKED ME.)

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Hello hello 👋 please tell me about atlas and wren. I love them as you may already know(or anyone you'd like to write honestly I'm all ears.) If asking more than one is not allowed then please answer any one.

[43] Do they enjoy flirting or being flirted with?

[23] What was the worst, the darkest period of their life that they have been through?

[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?

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Hey Zehra, thanks for the ask! And don’t worry, there’s never too many asks for me ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Onto Wren and Atlas (answered with who they are at the beginning of the story):

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

༄.° 43

Atlas doesn’t really have a concept of flirting or being flirted with, so I don’t think he really has an opinion. He’s never been in a relationship, and because of how he’s treated at Eden, he’s never been flirted with either. I don’t think he’d understand what was going on if someone tried flirting with him.

Wren dislikes flirting because they’re aromantic so they’d definitely be grossed out if anyone flirted with them. They would definitely NOT reciprocate that’s for sure.

༄.° 23

The worst period for Atlas was his life before Eden. He refuses to speak about it with anyone (even Cato), and hates thinking about it. He’s so glad and fortunate Eden took him in and saved him from that life.

The worst period for Wren was probably when they first ran away from home. They felt terribly homesick during that time and getting used to living in their van was a really hard adjustment. It was super rough, especially with how much they missed their parents. They felt incredibly lonely and lost.

༄.° 5

Yes, both Atlas and Wren are great at keeping secrets, as they have quite a few of their own! These will eventually be revealed, with time…

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

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ASH. THESE ANSWERS. 😭💔

- "No concept of flirting"Help. The idea of someone trying to flirt with him and him just staring blankly like "Is this a test?" is gold. Eden really said "No bitches, only missions."

- Pre-Eden trauma?? The way he refuses to speak about it (even to Cato) but clings to Eden as his savior?? The layers. The pain. The "I will unpack this in therapy one day" energy.

- Aro queen hating flirtingMood. Their "EW, NO" face if someone tried? Iconic.

- Van-life angst?? The homesickness?? The loneliness?? THEY JUST WANT THEIR PARENTS. I’M NOT CRYING, YOU ARE.

- "Great at keeping secrets… for now."Oh, this is going to be messy. When those walls crumble, I’ll be here with popcorn and tissues.

THANK YOU for these delicious crumbs—now I’m even more invested in their emotional disasters. 🙏✨

(P.S. Atlas when someone winks at him: "Is this a threat?")

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