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So it turns out it's been a year since I last updated a fic...

I am still alive, if the void here is wondering, still writing every now and then, just very slowly. I admit I've struggled with no kingdom to come but mainly because I dedicate a lot of my time to uni & my studies. Working on that fic takes me a bit more effort than originally anticipated and I'm too much of a perfectionist to just dump a couple hundred words and call it a day.

That having said, I have been pushing myself back into the fic and trying my best to finish it. I really don't want to leave it unfinished like that.

:)

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do you ever find yourself bedeviled by writing ideas that are the equivalent of finding a single carrot in your fridge. your brain goes "we should write a pirate story" or "we should write a parisian thief caper" and you ask, "all right, what do we cook with that, then?" and it says "no other ingredients (:"

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so while I am somewhat out of my writing slump, I'm now stuck on wondering if they can have candles on futuristic Mars... fic is clearly coming along great

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okay some thoughts to that last drabble

i wrote the scene before i knew what structure the fic would take on. What i knew was that i wanted more of that suyoo dynamic (which in the end i missed a bit tbh) and to get some outside view on the manson.

After that scene the two would go home to find an envelope in thier mail - old and thick paper with a golden frame. Bora's fingers feel the material and stroke along the engraving. - which would be the invitation to offically visit Siyeon. The house is under one of Handong's spells to protect it from strangers, but ofc the visitors didnt go unnoticed.

Bora stares at the paper in her hands. She needs a moment to find words to her confusion. “It’s uhm…blank?”

“Someone sent you a blank piece of paper?” Yoohyeon scoffs and looks up at her. “What a waste, but maybe our printer won’t be out of paper for once.” Lanky arms reach out of the paper and Bora groans in despair.

“No, idiot, you see the symbol too, right?”

Yoohyeon looks puzzled at first, then recognition crosses her features when she takes a look at the engraving. “It’s the same from the door of the castle yesterday! Oh my god, do you think they’ve seen us and want repayment?!”

“Repayment for what? Have you broken something again? Wait no, nevermind, I don’t wanna know.” She lets out a sigh, “So, I think it’s a secret message.”

“Like glow in the dark kind of secret or the you-have-to-be-worthy kind?”

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in some alternate universe The Art of Deal Making: a Guide would have a different beginnging...

(the scene would have been some time after they met in the bathroom)

First Look

„Oh my god, could you go any slower?”

The girl behind her scoffs, still audibly out of breath. “I should, if you continue chasing me through what could’ve been a nice and calm walk.”

Bora casts one look at her, a few steps ahead. “Try me. I'll leave you to the forest monsters.”

Yoohyeon stops for a second, actually contemplating her choices for once. Maybe stopping in a spooky forest like this isn’t the best option. Who knows what insects could crawl up her legs once she stands still, not like she believes in Bora's stupid monster tales. She decides against creating more tension and keeps on moving.

“I’ll have you known, my walking speed is perfectly fine-”

A tree branch snaps under Bora’s shoe. It echoes trough the woods and Yoohyeon looks up. The older woman keeps on moving forward, seemingly not a care in the world besides finding those damn ruins she read about. When in reality, her head is full, brimming and packed, with scenes she never would admit fulfil some of her deepest fantasies, involving sudden confrontations and a woman dressed in a deadly suit. Since that encounter, Bora couldn’t form a single thought without the mystery woman.

Yoohyeon on the other side is scared already. She really didn’t want to live out scary adventures in the shady parts of the woods. The furthest she ever went was the nearby park two streets down her old apartment. And neither does she have to run off excess energy that otherwise would be fuelling very inconvenient dreams.

Yoohyeon sets into motion again, a bit faster this time around because Bora has already far too many steps on her. She keeps on for some minutes before the whining sets in again. It’s not like she could do anything against that.

“It’s like God wanted to slow you down with those short legs and you said fuck that, I don’t care, I’m going to be faster than nature wanted me to.”

Bora barks out a laugh and she hears another rustling noise, “That’s a nice thought, but I think it has something to do with you not going outside much and me being very much in shape.”

“Yeah well, that’s why I’m better at games than you are. Now would you please slow down!”

Something squeaks in the distance and a growl somewhere in the bush next to them, making both girls jump.

Over the years, rumours of supernatural activities in these woods became louder and louder until some search team declared this forest safe. Nevertheless, even the proven existence of magical creatures or something supernatural makes their heads spin. Nowadays the news of a turned feral werewolf or vampire are a rarity, there are enough blood banks and help centers scattered across the land to prevent those accidents from happening. Something most normal citizens try to ignore because society has always been a little too slow about accepting new things.

Bora’s eyes widen and she looks at the younger girl, the two of them come to the silent agreement that this wasn’t just a little bird. “You wanna keep flexing your Minecraft achievements again or do you want to shut up and live another day?”

Yoohyeon runs before Bora could even form some sort of game plan.

“Minecraft is a legit and honourable game!” She yells over her shoulder.

Bora rolls her eyes, sprinting after her. “Sure, dumbass.”

Eventually they reach a clearing in the woods. Coincidentally Yoohyeon’s lanky legs brought them to the exact spot they wanted to explore. The clearing is made out of a couple yards of grass, wildflowers and a small hill in the middle. Bora pats her friend triumphally on the shoulder and jogs to the top of the hill. It’s definitely larger than she thought. A few stones and maybe a wall was her idea of the ruins. Not this.

On the hill, with a terraformed even ground, stood the remnants of a little castle. Depending on the era it’s from, maybe even a mansion. Nothing that could house more than twenty people, yet still a proud building in the middle of nowhere. The standing walls suggest a height of three stories and a tower of five levels on the west hand side.

Moss covered almost every single stone and vines closed the castle wall where stones are missing.

And Bora is in love.

She has read about this place in some of her magazines. It’s supposed to be an old orphanage for magical beings. A rescue center of some sorts. The cold and muddy stones leave them to wonder about those ancient times.

Yoohyeon comes up behind her and laughs at her friend who stands, mouth open, gaping at the ruins. She lifts her chin with a finger and gets punched an armful, but she couldn’t care less, seeing Bora, the usually so composed and confident Bora, this awestruck is hilarious. Bora’s eyes glim in delight, she absolutely loves discovering old ruins.

“You look so stupid right now,” Yoohyeon jokes and laughs right into Bora’s ears.

The latter winces and glares her way. “And you run like a baby deer.”

“Ouch, that's a compliment. Deer are cute.”

They wander around the building in search for something to get them inside or a little souvenir to take home or even the confirmation of a supernatural past would be enough for Bora. The walls at the ground are all closed up or at least too high for the two friends to peak inside. The broken windows start at a higher level, so without committing burglary they won’t get any further.

“See nothing here,” Yoohyeon leans against the cold stone of the entrance and watches Bora, “Can we please go now?”

Bora tries her luck again at the door, knocking, pulling and pushing with no avail. Meanwhile dark, rainy clouds are dimming the sunlight. It’s going to rain soon and Bora’s jacket would not survive a storm.

“Fine, let’s go,” She huffs surrendering, “I’ll make dino nuggets when we get home.”

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hello favorite author, i hope you're having a good day!

about the drabbles, yes please 🥹 from any of your works, really! my personal fave is the art of deal making: a guide hehe so maybe i can ask from that? ORRRR your unfinished one, sunflowers & the end of the world? but i promise Anything is fine!! i love your works so much regardless jskdsj

have a good dayyyy 💕

Thank you for your kind words, they definitely warmed my day!

I do actually have an alternate? beginning to the art of deal making. I'll put it on top of my list! It might also come with a lot of thoughts/explanations on how I edit/ why I decided against it, if that's something yall would be interested in?

Also, thank you for the reminder of my forgotten child haha. Before I posted that entry about drabbles I looked a bit through my folders and i really did not see S&tEotW... well now that i looked for it i might have found a few long scenes and unfinished thoughts i could give you ... as a repayment for probably never finishing it heh

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I've been thinking to post short drabbles, of scenes that didn't make it into my fics, headcanons or unfinished stories that probably never see ao3...

Is that something anyone would be interested in? Or do you even have some headcanons (etc) you want to hear about?

Let me know, I'm open for feedback :)

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little fun fact; no kingdom to come is already 4 years old haha

I had the idea for the world in early 2019 when I was just getting into writing and mainly wrote short stories in my first language. I had the first few scenes in my head and a couple of them written out but none of them made it into the actual fic (not just because they weren’t written in English). The characters were different too.

So one day a few months ago, in the midst of my final exam prep (aka procrastination), I discarded my current fics I was working on (idk if those will ever see the light of day) and daydreamed about that world again and tada here we are.

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feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.

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when my braincell finally feels creative to write, I’m so easily distracted by everything. So right now I’m on my way to the next rabbit hole; interplanetary internet.

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hi

still quite new to tumblr and figuring things out. I don’t really know how or what to talk about regarding my writing because I’m introverted like that... so I’m very much accepting any kinds of questions :)