#<- here. finally time to change my hornblower tag so it fits with most of my others.

[chiropteracupola]

cable tier and mothycompass intrigue me..... (and i won't ask you about research draft although that sounds interesting too!)

cable tier got lost in the deep depths of my hornblower wip doc for a While, and while I don't know what I was planning for with it, it exists mostly as 'young extremely overworked hornblower falling asleep in places he shouldn't.' thus:

“Whatever possessed you to go sleeping in the carpenters’-walk?” asked Bush, with a strange, soft fondness in his voice. Hornblower muttered something noncommittal. He had intended words, but none came to him, and all that was left to him was a soft sound that meant nothing at all. “You can’t go on burning the candle at both ends like this, sir,” said Bush softly, as Hornblower slumped against him. “There are other lieutenants — no, no, I only mean that you need not do more than your share of the work!” For Hornblower had clutched at his sleeve, and stared up at Bush with a desperation in his face that he could not voice.

moth and compass has been mine and @natdrinkstea's oc project since early 2022, but I only took to actually writing anything from that world quite recently! here's a bit of that:

“And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens, with the Scots lords at his feet…” Moth cuddled down into the quilt, with Peregrine snug against their chest, and thought of the good old sailor in the song, sitting at the bottom of the sea in the wreckage of the ship. They could almost see him in that mind-ocean behind their eyes, with his hair floating above his head in the green-dark, and the soft sad smile on his face. And there around him would be the lords of Scotland, with their silks and velvets all gone to make curtains for the mermaids, and their bones and their jewels alike covered over with all the little crawling things of the sea floor. “The fish will eat the lords of Scotland,” thought Moth, drifting, “but they will not eat Sir Patrick Spens.” It did not seem that they could do such a thing.