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Somehow I am stress writing with the election...and doing my yearly rewatch of the West Wing.

idk, may write a fic that could get posted. who knows.

(but if you really want...you can send something to my inbox 😉)

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CORLYS & RHAENYS + physical intimacy.

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"The light has gone out of my life."

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🍱 Do you read your own fics?

Yes, I do.

Sometimes I just like to revisit that world I was in when I wrote it. Sometimes I like to see how my writing has developed.

And sometimes, I just want to read that story again.

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Fic writer’s questions:

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

Usually my milestones are: finish the fic. But I do have an original fiction that I'd love to write and possibly publish as a book (but at the rate I write, it'll take years lol).

Humor is difficult for me (not sure this counts as a genre, but it's a challenge). A more traditional genre that you would see me writing as often is Sci-fi because I get too caught up in making sure all the details are right.

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Fic Writer Asks

Thought it would be fun to make one of these myself

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write?

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

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Couldn't get this little bit out of my head...

I call it, Should Have Been Her

A twist, if you will, between book!Corlys and show!Corlys reaction.

Corlys slowly walked the length of the table. The candles flickered and coals crackled as he took in the glowing rendition of Westeros. The room was empty, save him, and he was glad for it.

He didn't expect to have his breath taken away by the empty chair at the end of the table...as if he expected to see the silvery hair of his wife, waiting for the council meeting to begin.

High Tide was haunted. Driftmark was haunted. Even the docks that should have been his domain were haunted. She lingered around every corner, ready to appear when he least expected.

Dragonstone was certainly haunted. He should have known.

"Lord Corlys," a voice murmured from the doorway, "It is good to see you."

The Queen slowly approached him, her guards held back at the door. She seemed unsure, her eyes flickering to the empty space on his lapel, where she hoped to see the pin she had sent.

Corlys resisted the urge to grip the pin so tightly in his hand that it drew blood.

"Your grace," he murmured in response, lowering his head in deference. She was still the Queen, even if his reason for fighting was gone.

"Will you be joining us today? I find myself in need of your counsel."

Corlys raised an eyebrow, "My counsel?"

Rhaenyra bit her lip and looked down at her clasped hands. Silence settled upon them. They both knew it wasn't him that she needed, or wanted, now. A part of Corlys wanted to drag out the awkwardness, be sure that she knew what had been taken from him; lament in what had been taken from them both.

But he had one task left in his life before he was reunited with his wife: see Rhaenyra Targaryen on the Iron Throne.

He held out his hand, the pin gleamed in the firelight. Corlys saw her intake of breath as she tried to determine if his action meant he was rejecting the offer.

"I believe it is customary for the sovereign to bestow this. I want to make sure I am wearing it correctly." He tried to give her a reassuring smile, an action he had not taken since word of Rook's Rest had reached Driftmark.

Rhaenyra seemed to inflate, her eyes lighting up and her shoulders straightening. She moved to his side, gently taking the pin from his grasp and formally attaching it to his cloak.

"I, Queen Rhaenyra, name thee, Lord Corlys Velaryon, Hand of the Queen."

"I, Corlys Velaryon, so do swear to uphold the honor of the Queen and the kingdom I serve. To put the realm first and act in the best interest of my Queen and the people she serves."

His words echoed in the empty room. Rhaenyra's fingers traced briefly over the pin, and then her eyes dropped again. Corlys felt his chest tighten as a thought washed over him, cold as the sea and his bed at home.

"It should have been her," he spoke the words out loud, not caring how they sounded. Rhaenyra bowed her head and took a step back, her hips settling against the rough edge of the table. He knew his words were true and she did not bother to correct him.

Rhaenys should have been here.

Corlys wondered if Rhaenyra had always intended to name Rhaenys' Hand and had been biding her time to stroke the male egos of her council.

Rhaenys should have been Hand of the Queen.

Their silent remembrance was cut short as Jace led the other councilors into the room. A few nods of heads and murmured acknowledgements found them all agreeing to their Queen's choice. Corlys tried not to let the bitter taste in his mouth form into bitter words.

But as the bickering started, Corlys felt the long buried thought crawl back into his heart:

Rhaenys should have been Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

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I wonder if any of them knew it was all for her.

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 2.05 - Regent

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, 02.01 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, 02.04

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.04 "The Red Dragon and the Gold"

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I'm still not over it.

I don't even know what hit the hardest.

"your mother must've been a beautiful woman"

"you must send me"

"off to war again, old girl"

when she turned back.

when meleys looked back at her.

when she knew it was over and she felt meleys die.

or when they fell.

i am not mentally prepared for what is going to happen tonight on HotD.

i may have to write about it.

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Nope nope nope nope nope

i am not mentally prepared for what is going to happen tonight on HotD.

i may have to write about it.

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We're off to battle again, old girl.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.04 A Dance of Dragons

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i am not mentally prepared for what is going to happen tonight on HotD.

i may have to write about it.

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A classic "holding hands" request for Kathryn/Beverly ♥️♥️

for my lovely space ladies, of course.

Kathryn had taken the promotion because it was the right thing to do. And to be honest, the thought of being grounded to one planet was appealing after all those years stranded in the Delta Quadrant. But the one thing she wasn't prepared for was how powerless she would be in the Command Center at Starfleet Headquarters while the fleet was engaging the enemy.

And Voyager was out there. Captain Chakotay was more than capable, but Kathryn felt guilty to be safely planet side. Those were her people; her ship. And all she could do was watch.

Because that's what they were doing - a room full of admirals, commanders, and ambassadors. They had given their orders and inspiring speeches. Now it was up to the captains and crews of the fleet. The fate of the galaxy was out of her hands.

She caught sight of vibrant red hair and a white medical uniform out of the corner of her eye. Katheryn felt her body relax just a bit at the presence of Beverly Crusher. It had been two months since they had taken their relationship public to rest of the brass of the Fleet.

Beverly came to stand beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed together. The Head of Starfleet Medical seemed composed and focused, but Kathryn knew better. Beverly's family was aboard the Enterprise, including Wesley. Neither woman liked to sit by and wait, but this is where they were in their life.

And Kathryn was thankful that Beverly was by her side.

And even more thankful when the other woman reached to grasp her hand tightly when the view screens went blank and the normal chatter of the comms went silent. The communication officers and engineers in the room moved with a flurry of actions, trying to raise the fleet.

It was a long seven minutes. And Kathryn and Beverly stood hand in hand at the back of the room for all seven minutes.

Finally, a voice from the far side of the room shouted, "I've got the Enterprise! It's a back channel, but stable."

"Patch them through," snapped a Commodore from the front.

The entire room seemed to breathe as one in relief when Jean-Luc Picard's deep baritone filled the room. "This is Captain Picard. Starfleet Command, do you read?"

"It's good to hear your voice, Captain. What is your status?"

There was a crinkling on the line and the officer at the desk hurried to clear it up. "They detonated some sort of energy device, however it didn't seem to have the desired effect. Long range sensors are down, as are some communication stations. They certainly made a hasty retreat."

"We've lost all contact here at Command." As the Commodore spoke, several panels began to light up again and the officers were quickly reestablishing connections.

"Then I am happy to say I have all ships reporting in. Minimal casualties. However we are unable to pursue."

"Bring the fleet home, Captain, we'll get 'em another day. Good work."

A cheer went up around the room and Kathryn felt herself smiling. She gave an encouraging squeeze to Beverly's still-clasped hand. The other woman took a deep breath and then turned to embrace her. Kathryn buried her face into Beverly's hair, letting her composure slip for just a moment.

Somehow, they had beaten the odds again.

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5, 6, 16, & 29 from the new ask list!! I love learning more about your process!

Hello there!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

There are far too many to count if I'm being honest.

However, the one that comes to mind is a time travel/parallel universe Next Gen Star Trek fic. I've got a lovely little plot, but not quite the time or energy to write the entire thing. It would bring together two timelines that see our favorite characters (and ships) facing an enemy together (and of course, finding love along the way).

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

No.

But that's because I very rarely, if ever, reread fics. I don't even reread books that often. I know, I'm probably strange. But there is just so much wonderful content out there, I don't have time to reread.

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

I absolutely adore this question.

In the off chance that the title does not come before the writing of the fic (which has happened), I usually have a list of potential "working titles". Sometimes I like to keep to a theme if there is a collection (or even within a chaptered work), see my Elusive Spirits universe for examples of that.

But often, I don't decide on a title until the work is done (in the case of one-shots) or completely outlined (in the case of multichaptered fics).

If you are curious about a particular title I've already made or perhaps to know what potential titles are floating around in my "working title" section...feel free to drop me an ask. I love talking about titles.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Hmmm. Since I mentioned the Star Trek TNG fic before, here is a little snippet below the cut because this got rather long:

The man sitting in the captain’s chair appeared to be in his fifties, with grey starting to creep into his hair. There were lines on his face that Picard was not familiar with, but there was no denying the face: William T. Riker was staring back at him. 

“Captain Picard,” murmured the man on the other Enterprise. “I am sure this is as unexpected for you as it is for me.” 

The Will Riker on Picard’s ship walked back to his place beside Picard, staring, mouth slightly agape, at the elder version of himself. Picard cleared his throat, realizing that Captain Riker was expecting a response. “I will admit it is unsettling. I wonder if you know more about the situation than we do.”

“I guess the first question to ask is what star date is it?” Captain Riker gave his younger self a little nod before turning his gaze back to Picard. 

“The year is 2369,” replied Picard, regaining his composure. “I’ll guess that isn’t where you came from.” 

Captain Riker let out a dry chuckle. “About eighteen years too early. Seems I’m in the wrong place and the wrong time.”