#A staggard wild

[missfiggy]

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Thank you for the tag, sweet @isahorcrux!

This tag apparently asks you to share seven sentences from a WIP. I'll include a bit (6 sentences, sorry!) from the next chapter of Deerstalking: A Staggard Wild, though I am working on this new Jily 1970s NI AU that I'm really excited about.

Tagging @chdarling @theresthesnitch, and @annabtg, if they would like to participate.

Deerstalking: ASW excerpt:

Evans scurried in five minutes after class started. Her hair was, unusually, piled on top of her head in a messy bun. James was so preoccupied by Peter’s plight that he almost didn’t notice the long and graceful lines of Lily’s neck exposed by this change. He almost did not see the smattering of goosebumps raise along her shoulder as the autumn breeze blew in through an ajar window. He almost didn’t even think about what it would be like to lean forward and press his lips to that soft skin just behind her ear. 

Almost.

[pagetreader]

It was an ambush. It had to be. There was no other way that British soldiers could have been so prepared, so ready to meet the Patriot soldiers for their covert scouting. Five of them had set out, now only Isaac remained, having watched his brothers get shot down in the frigid frost like wild animals.

Somehow he'd managed to use the thin brush of trees to his advantage and made his escape, albeit heavily injured. He was sure that whoever was left alive in the enemy patrol would either track him or report the incident to Major Hewlett and send reinforcements searching around Setauket for him.

Head spinning from the blood loss, he'd ditched his jacket, which would've caused him to stick out like a sore thumb (never mind the fact that he was bleeding out) and staggard to the only place he knew he might have a chance of surviving: his father's farmhouse.

If in his right mind, he never would have done so, but he couldn't form any coherent thought as he began to slow, the barn of the Abbott property just within a healthy man's walking distance. Back against a tree, he slid down into the sludge as crimson soaked his waistcoat. His vision blurred and his legs went numb. He couldn't walk any further, or even remember what he was doing.

"Isaac?"

That voice, melodious and familiar, brought him only a moment of clarity as he looked up through a hazy vision, barely able to make out her shape but comforted by the fact that he knew exactly who it was.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." he answered groggily before slumping forward, blacking out entirely.

March 1777

Molly winced as the path curved to face the sun, irritated for not planning her departure from the village more accordingly. She never accepted rides anymore from the soldiers in town, each time they offered it felt more done in mockery than concern, especially so since the attainder on Christmas Eve has cast her and Anna into homelessness. It was different for Anna, something that further annoyed Molly the more time she had been forced to interact with her sister-in-law; the woman seemed to have no qualms with shoehorning herself into the lives of the Woodhulls - all of whom Molly had never formed connections or fondness towards - and Major Hewlett himself.

She lifted her chin, keeping her eyes so they were barely opened as she tried to covet the glimpses of sunlight spilling on her face. It was difficult though, not with the way the wind chilled her through her cloak, reminding her that the month hadn't come to an end yet and it was still winter.

She supposed it didn't matter though; she was already to the Abbott's farm. Each time she returned to the farmhouse, she felt as if she was a traitor, but if Elias had any knowledge of what had transpired between her and his eldest son, he'd never made it known. Even when all her friends had gone, the farmhouse served as a lifeline when she had nowhere else to go. She couldn't go to Reverend Tallmadge or Lucas Brewster, men she'd known all her life and who she knew would admit her as a boarder, but they were too heavily scrutinized under Major Hewlett's careful watch. At least with Elias, she could feel as if she was earning her room and board, offering him help where she could, even if he was too stubborn to accept it most of the time. She hadn't been able to apologize before, but this felt like apology enough, even if Isaac wouldn't know.

She was on the outskirts of the pastureland when she noticed the dark stain dripped into the soil. She slowed her pace, realizing after several moment that it was rusted in color, that is was blood.

"Hello?" She spoke aloud, clutching her basket of goods closer to her form, looking out at the frost-covered fields, at the nearby woods, half expecting to see Elias fallen. She did see someone, but it wasn't until she was nearly upon him when she spoke again, utter disbelief in her tone,

"Isaac?"

She paled, feeling as if she was staring at a ghost.

[jilyawards]

Come Together by @thequibblah

Theogony by @clare-with-no-i

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

The Last Enemy: The Howling Nights by @chdarling-tle

The Last Enemy: Dark Marks by @chdarling-tle

Hands Down by @missgryffin

Magic by @scriibble-fics

All about the Chemistry by @tumbledfreckles

All This Time by @thejilyship

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

Potter Exposed by @mppmaraudergirl

A Staggard Wild by @figg-anon

Wild Things Run Fast by @thequibblah

The Season by @missgryffin

The Reckless Now by @mppmaraudergirl

And All the Pieces Fall by @downn-in-flames

Eternal Summer by @missgryffin

Eighteen Again by @scriibble-fics

Three strikes ‘til you’re out by @theresthesnitch

Salt Air by @maraudersftw

Set Ablaze by @maraudersftw

Petal in the Rain by @pratty-prongs-princesse-blog

Ruin by baguette2016

[elenasreading]

Hi! I have been inside a room in a quarantine hotel (I’m fine, it’s a precautionary quarantine) for about five days now and the fics I’ve read really provided some sort of escapism. This one is a thank you post, I’m really happy I’ve had these fics - spoiler lol: this is a long list. 

- @mppmaraudergirl The wedding ring was simply a blessing during these days, there isn’t a single chapter that doesn’t make me laugh at least a bit. I’m still not over chapter 11 ... I was not expecting the last two scenes but I’m not complaining, while I am complaining about the chapters’ number? 15??? I am not ready to see this story ends :( I really enjoy reading any of Mpp’s works, I can’t help but notice how easy words come to her, she is a natural at writing and I am here for it. 

- @thequibblah chapter 43 in Come Together!!! I have reread at least four times that scenes (the one in which a particular character sees something they didn’t want to see) and the last one. I’ve missed James and Mary, lol. Alsoooo the BlackEvans moments??? Suze honestly needs to stop writing chapters this good because I don’t know anymore which are my favorites and any favorite story of mine needs some comfort chapters, it can’t be the all story. 

- Bond and Free’s chapter six by @clare-with-no-i ! I usually keep track and write something about the fic I am reading in a note on my phone, when I first started reading BaF I wrote that Clare had an extraordinary capacity to dive into the human feelings and give readers wonderful insights into her characters: no one can tell me I am wrong after reading the Black-Evans moment of chapter 6! Also, I don’t think we all as a fandom have thanked her enough for this James Potter. 

- Theogony by @clare-with-no-i, I mean could someone who studies classics and is in love with her prose not read this? I don’t think so. I have never seen Outlander but this sound really promising. I have loved the first chapter. 

- Something good by @cesays, muggle au are basically my favorite thing in the world ... this one made me think about one of my own camping adventures, in which I have found a snake in my tent and not James Potter. But anyway, this was really enjoyable to read, I’ve loved it!! And I can’t wait to read more of @cesays works.

- I have read Three strikes ‘til you’re out by @theresthesnitch​, as I said muggle aus are my fav thing and after reading this one I am just disappointed no one has ever asked me to fake-date :(( also, about this fic, I deeply wish we could be in James’ head sometimes, like at the end of the last chapter!!! Love love love it. 

- I also loved Friendly Neighborhood James Potter chapter 3 by @infiniteinmyownlittleworld and @solstilla. Of course after chapter 2 I had made my own predictions but this was not where I thought we were going and I am completely 100% in love with everything. This story is the Spider-man au people don’t know they need in their life until they read it. Can’t wait for the other chapters!!

- I’ve read the last two chapters of A Staggard Wild by @figg-anon​. There is a sort of comfort that spreads from her way of writing. I’ve loved how Figg took her time setting everything up, her world is so well described, her attention to small details amazes me. I honestly can’t wait to continue on this journey.

- @maraudersftw yesterday night decided to gift us all with another multichap (a muggle modern au one!!), Disgraceful. I’ve loved the first chapter although that doesn’t surprise me anymore, she is not able to write anything bad. 

Thank you, you incredible writers!! 

[poundfooolish]

My mom is, at times, a CNA for the elderly. One man she took care of for like ten years was named Albert, he died at the age of 104, and there are times when I am staggard by the people his life eclipsed.

He was born before and died after Martin Luther King, JFK, Ronald Reagan, Richard Nixon. When he was born there were only 45 states, and Las Vegas didn’t exist. He lived through 19 presidents, that’s nearly half of all the presidents we’ve ever had. And he just.

Lived over them.

Fucking wild.

[missfiggy]

Thank you for the tag sweet @clare-with-no-i and @sunshine-marauders!

Here's a few sentences introducing the DADA Prof in A Staggard Wild

For the entire five years that James had been attending Hogwarts, the position of Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts had been filled by a rotating door of the most incompetent, inept, or boring wizards in Britain, often by all three. Though James thought he’d seen it all, in regards to ridiculous pedagogical behaviour, that Wednesday he witnessed a new low. When he walked into the Defense classroom, there was no professor to be seen. Instead on the blackboard in messy joined up writing were the words:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Year 5

Prof. G. Prewett

Please read Chapters 1-2 of Defense Against the Dark Arts by Galatea Merrythought

Both the Slytherins and Gryffindors settled uneasily into their chairs. The complete lack of supervision unnerved the group. Many were convinced that this was a secret examination. After about five minutes past the hour, most students had their books open but were tentatively whispering theories about the tardy professor to their friends. After ten minutes the hum of chatter permeated the air while the books lay to the side forgotten. At fifteen minutes, it might as well have been a party. Students began asking one another if there was precedent for an absentee professor, if there was some procedure they should follow. Someone suggested getting McGonagall, but that was quickly shut down. Surely, there had to be a point where the students were free to go. James waited sixteen and a half minutes, then he tapped Peter on the shoulder and nodded to the exit.

In a sea of canon fics that have introduced the new DADA prof in every conceivable interesting fashion, I struggled over how to make this intro stand out... and then I realized

Just have him skive off the damn thing

tagging @chdarling because of our long discussions regarding pedagogical behaviour and because she knows the original identity of this prof in the early drafts of this work 😉😉😉

six-sentence sunday (let’s pretend it’s still sunday)

AHHH thank you for the tags @emerqldv and @missgryffin !!! you are both sweet-T’s and I am sending you virtual hearts as we speak. here are a few sentences from the upcoming chapter of theogony, because I don’t think they’re too spoilery…

“You’ll heed me, Oriatides,” James commands, and Sirius falls silent with a scowl.  To address him this way is to wire his jaw shut—he will not respond to a call that invokes his father’s name.  Oriatides.  Son of Orion. “I’ve made my mind on the issue.  If the other strategoi call upon me to lead the batallion, I’ll do it—but that says nothing of your obligation.”

this is a very compact six-sentence sunday post sdjgkdhskg

tagging @figg-anon and @zephyrcove if they want to participate/haven’t already! if you have sorry!! I can’t keep track of my dash nowadays djgladjk

[anjelicjazz]

The Women of Life and Death

This started off as a simple writing prompt about my oc Shade.She’s a Goddess of Death.Well...it very quickly became the origin story of the first crystal demons...Gaiea Mother of All and Shade Bringer of Death.This bad boy is 2k+ words.If you enjoy please leave a like or comment on it I love to hear from my readers~

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The young girl stumbled from her home, her salty tears still drying on her cheeks.Her eyes wandered the streets as she walked, numb to the bodies that rotted in the gutters and the sight of wild dogs feasting on her neighbors' decaying flesh.

"I've got to stop this...I've got to make her leave..." she muttered to herself. Her body was already weak, on the verge of succumbing to the disease that had ravaged her village. She began to cough, the effort of fighting off the fit causing her to stagger into the wall of one of the buildings lining the street. She wiped at her lips, ignoring the blood that streaked across her hand as she pushed away from the wall and continued her slow but purposeful walk.

She'd heard the adults whispering about the Death Goddess that'd take residence in the neighboring woods.Fearing her to be the cause of the illness that had taken hold in the village, a large group of hunters had gone into the forest with the intent of driving her off.But after three days without so much as a word from the men, it became apparent that they weren't returning.

The girl stopped at the beginning of the deer trail that served as the hunter's entrance to the forest.It also served as the last place she'd spoken to her father."Be strong little one." he'd said as he placed a hand atop her head."Your mother's weak right now.You must protect her until I return."t he girl sobbed at the memory of her father's last words.

He'd never returned.And when her mother died from the illness the girl knew she'd failed him.She stood tall as she wiped her tears away."No more...I must go on.I've...*cough cough*I've got to end this..."She staggard forward into the woods, following the mostly hidden trail until she finally reached her intended destination.

"The ancestor's resting place."She whispered in reverance as she stopped to lean against a tree to catch her breath.The building before her terrified her.Listing to the side, its facade crumbling in places and beginning to be reclaimed by the dense overgrowth of the woods in others.It wasn't the building itself that cused the girl to tremble in fear and doubt her own resolve.The tre terror for her was the clearing and surrounding forest. For 30 yards around the building,everything was completley dead.The undergrowth covering the building,the trees of the forest...there were even a few small animals lying dead that'd had the misfortune of wandering into the area.

She choked back a sob,the fear causing her to stumble back a step.But an image flashed through her mind just before she turned and ran away. That of her mother's smile,frail and brittle though her lips were covered in blood and cracked and dried because she couldn't keep fluids down.That frail smile had been filled with hope,the hope that her daughter would survive this cruel disease and go forth to live even though she couldn't.

The girl stepped forward into the clearing,wincing at the sound of the dried leaves being crushed beneath her feet.She slowly approached the temple,her eyes darting around as she became brutally aware of the soul crushing sound of silence surrounding her.

The entrance of the temple loomed above her,the sounds of her approaching footsteps echoing in the darkness that stretched before her.Inhaling a deep shuddering breath she stepped into the darkened hall,one hand trailing along the damp,slime covered wall to keep herself steady.

After what felt like an eternity the hall began to brighten and her steps quickened,bringing her to a cavernous room in the center of the temple. A portion of the roof had collapsed,scattering debris into the room and explaining the source of the sunlight.Large statues ringed the room,their faces and shapes weather beaten and rendered unidentifiable thanks to time and exposure to the wind and rain.The girl knew these were statues,Priests and Priestesses bound in marble that were supposed to give the worshippers of the ancient ancestors a sense of calm and peace.But they only inspired a deep sense of forebodnig in her as she took trembling steps over the broken chunks of stone,making her way carefully to the woman sleeping on the altar at the center of the room.

Dark green hair the color of dried moss covered most of her face and body,hanging down to the floor and acting as a blanket of sorts for the woman. Massive leather wings sprouted from the center of her back,the top edges covered in crimson feathers and the leathery edges of the wings seemed as if they were covered in a lighter colored moss than her hair color. The woman's skin was deathly pale and if it wasn't for the gentle rise and fall of her chest the young girl would have thought her dead.An unearthly sound filled the room,almost sounding like a chorus of death rattles and the girl quickly realized it was the sound of the woman breathing.

She approached hesitantly,afraid to wake the woman but knowing she had no choice. She clutched her mother's precious opal neckace close,drawing a small measure of comfort from it.It'd been given to her upon her mother's death,a token of luck that'd been passed down through the women of her family for generations.

Her body grew still as she stood before the altar,her mind racing as she tried to figure out what shecould do or say towake the powerful woman.Hereyes darted around the room,scanning forsomething...anything to help or guide her.

"You're alone now aren't you?" a woman's voice,deep and almost raspy sounding echoed forth from the body lying at the altar.The girl squeaked in terror,stumbling backwards and making the sign of the cross over her chest as if she were trying to ward off some sort of evil.."Those words don't work on me , child."The woman said as she slowly began to rise into a sitting position.

She brushed her hair back over her shoulders,her wings stretching out to their full 12 foot wing span before folding neatly behind her.Her eyes slowly opened and her piercing blue gaze seemed to cut right through the young girl,rendering her incapable of doing more than falling to her knees and sobbing aloud at the mere folly of waking the Death Goddess.

"Why do you approach me so,only to tremble in fear and wish to escape?"The woman asked as she folded her hands regally in her lap. The girl shook,clutching her precious necklace as she swallowed roughly.

"G...great Goddess of Death..I...I"The girl choked on her words when the woman raised an eyebrow at her.But the woman didn't interrupt her,merely motioned for her to continue."M..my village was visited by a plague.Causing many to die and many others to flee.Hunter were...were sent to..."the girl couldn't continue,an image of her brave and strong father flashing before her eyes and causing her to break down into tears once again.

The woman sat still,slowly closing and opening her eyes before fixing the girl with her gaze once more."The hunters...foolish men who dared attack me in my sleep and paid the price with their lives."She waved a hand behind her,drawing the girl's attention to the bleached white skeletons that were scattered just behind the altar.

"B..but how can that be?They'd only just gone into the woods to find you 3 weeks ago..how is it they're alread in that state?"The girl seemed dumbfounded until she noticed the necklace she'd made for her father hung around the neck of one of the skeletons."F...father..."she whispered in fear and reverence.But before she could register any emotion other than shock the woman had begun to speak again.

"My powers are great and terrifying.Those who dare to oppose my will are struck down and rendered lifeless as soon as the thought enters my mind."She frowned slightly,the expression horrifying on her face considering her recently spoken words."I know of this illness you speak of child.Though it was not my doing.The rat sickness was in your human village long before I'd arrived.Your blame is misplaced."

The girl jolted at the revelation,looking down at her hands to the blood streaked across her wrist and thumb from where she'd wiped her mouth before."Rat sickness...it wasn't you...it was never you."She whispered before succumbing to a coughing fit that clutched at her chest and stole her breath. The woman watched this without emotion,still as a statue until the girl finally recovered her breath once again.

"My mother..my father...the whole village is gone."The girl whispered as she looked at the regal woman,a desperate look in her eyes."What do I do?I'm going to die soon too...the illness already has me!I...I'm going to die alone..."Her voice came out dejected,as though she'd already accepted her fate."But what's worse is...this illness..I know it's going to spread to other villages.Many fled when it began to take lives.Surely some of them were infected."

"And?"the woman asked,her voice came out quiet,almost reassuring though her face quickly flashed to anger."Why should I care if more humans die?You cast me out!Death is a natural force in life.A necessary end to all things.All I ever did was bring peace to those who suffered.And yet you humans began to fear me! Hated me!I was once revered,respect.Now all I see is hate when I come near!Look at them!"she waved her hand angrily at the skeletons behind her.

"They sought to end me!Thought they were better than death!But they learned.Oh they learned quickly didn't they!"she began to laugh.."You foolish little creatures all deserve to die!!"

The girl cowered in fear,knowing she'd lost the chance to seek aid from the fearsome woman. Suddenly the opal around her neck began to glow,the light from the gem outshining the light that poured in from the hole in the ceiling.

"Sister..."a voice sounded from the glow,calm,soothing in it's tone and full of love.A woman stepped forth as the glow began to fade,clothed in a sky blue dress with a sheer skirt.The dress was belted at the waist with a simple leather belt and her hair flowed down past her waist,the green shade that of new grown spring leaves.Her four large wings spread out regally behind her,the feathers being the source of the glow.Her honey brown skin seemed to glow as well and her honey colored eyes,so filled with love and sadness looked on kindly at the Death Goddess.

"Gaeia."The pale woman said,her voice filled with pain and anger."What do you want here?This is no place for life and the living.Leave me to my misery."

The one called Gaeia smiled sadly and shook her head."No Shade.I can't leave you like this any longer.I've come to end your pain.You've held this grudge for far too long."

Shade seemed to recoil at the thought and laughed,her voice the sound of acid as she spoke."End my pain?The only thing that can end my pain is the death of those that rejected my kindness and shunned me.Can you give me that oh Bringer of Life?Can you end my pain by giving me the vengeance I deserve???"

Gaeia shook her head slowly,before turning to look at the girl that trembled on the ground behind her."No,I can't do that.But...I can give you a fresh start.A chance to heal,to experience what the humans feel and see in life.And hopefully come to terms with the judgement they so wrongfully passed upon you."She turned to look once more at her sister who only glared at her in disbelief.

"A chance to heal?How do you propose that?When all I do is bring death to everything that I touch?"Shade gestured around the empty room."Everywhere I go Gaeia....this happens.Buildings crumble,plants and animals die.Even the strong willed humans die when in my presence for too long or if I were to touch them.How can I learn anything from them if all I can bring them is death?"

Gaeia smiled kindly before crouching in the dust at Shade's feet."Look sister."she said quietly before standing once again with a small seed in her hand.Shade watched septically before recoiling with a gasp.The seed had begun to sprout,a small white flower quickly growing in the palm of Gaeia's hand."You know it takes all my focus to bring something back to life."Gaeia whispered as she watched the small innocent flower dance in the breeze.

"But...how?How did you do that?Anything that's in my presence for too long..."

"Dies?"Gaeia smiled brighter before holding the flower up."And yet with limited effort on my part this beautiful flower grew.If it were true that everything in your presence died,then the entire planet would have been left a barren wasteland long ago.And yet,you are able to visit places you've not been to for years and each time the plants have grown once more,the world continues on.Even though..."

"Even though I brought death...."Shade stared down at the flower before glancing over at the poor young girl who'd collapsed to the ground in another coughing fit."But...I still don't understand what you're proposing sister.How is it I'm to learn why the humans fear me?"

"Listen closely sister."Gaeia said as she walked over to the girl and placed a gentle hand on her back.The coughing fit halted immediatly and a glow of health returned to the girl's cheek as Gaeia slowly rubbed her back."What I'm going to prupose will include this child who's come to you seeking your help.In return for my gift of life she is going to help us as well.We will join as one.My powers will hold yours in check so that you do not destroy her body or anyone who she may happen to come in contact with.You will experince human life through her eyes.Feel what she feels,see what she sees.And as she grows old and bears children we will pass into the body of her children.And her children's children and so on until you have learned what it is that you need to learn."

The young girl looked up at Gaeia,hearing her words and nodding her permission.Gaeia looked up to Shade who watched the young girl skeptically."Human..you are willing to do this for us?"

The girl looked to Shade,a shimmer of tears in her eyes."Yes ma'am.You've given me a second chance at life.A chance to live like my mother and father wanted me to.Of course I'll help you.You deserve a chance too."

Tears shimmered in Shade's eyes as she nodded to Gaeia."Alright...I'll do it..."Gaeia smiled proudly at her sister before helping the girl to her feet.

"We will reside in the stone of you ancestors.The stone will become a part of your body.You'll have no memory of us and experience no pain from the process.One day,one of your descendants will become aware of us,aware of the power within her that we provide.At that time we will begin the process of emerging from the stone.By that time Shade will have truly begun to learn what it is that she needs to learn."

Gaeia reached a hand to her sister and the two stepped close to the girl,each touching a finger to the stone.The small opal began to glow,lifting off the girl's neck slightly as it absorbed the forms and powers of the two goddesses.As they disappeared the stone merged with the girl's flesh,the glow fading and disappearing as the girl collapsed to the ground,unconsious and having forgotten the entire encounter.But alive,and free to live the life she'd almost had taken away from her.

[missfiggy]

Trying to resist the urge to be super thirsty and ask for feedback on last chapter of Deerstalking…

Will get over this impulse, just in a weird negative feedback loop about my own writing…

[missfiggy]

Deerstalking | A Staggard Wild

Chapter 12: The Infamous Dr. SqueezEazy

Sleep came fitfully to James that night. Judging from the amount of throat clearing, bed tossing, and pillow punching he heard from either side of him, sleep was also putting up a fight with Sirius and Remus, too. Being overly tired and hungry, on account of sleeping through breakfast,  made sitting through History of Magic particularly hard the next morning. The void left by Peter’s absence felt tangible. James could scarcely keep his eyes off the empty chair beside him. His mind constantly flew from the class to the Hospital Wing. He wondered how his friend was faring. 

Evans scurried in five minutes after class started. Her hair was, unusually, piled on top of her head in a messy knot. James was so preoccupied by Peter’s plight that he almost didn’t notice the long and graceful lines of Lily’s neck exposed by this change. He almost missed discovering this appealing new feature. He almost didn’t even think about what it would be like to lean forward and press his lips to that soft skin just behind her ear. 

Almost. 

Read the rest at Ao3

[missfiggy]

Ugh. Really was hoping to get the next chapter of Deerstalking written and posted tonight.

Bad news? That's not going to happen.

Good news? This chapter is tracking to be longer than the previous two, so hopefully it will leave more to chew on when its finally ready!

[missfiggy]

I might be two scenes away from finishing chapter 12 of Deerstalking: A Staggard Wild.

I am very very excited about this.

[missfiggy]

Hello Tumblr friends!

Sorry for being quiet. I do that from time to time, because you know, life…

Anyway, I know you’ve come to expect Jily goodness from me, and trust me Deerstalking: A Staggard Wild is still very much in the works.

However, I’ve recently come down with the itch to write about an entirely different ship in an entirely different fandom. Namely: Buffy/Angel (Bangel) from the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening off screen. They are such a great, tortured, fated to love each other OTP, but because the show is focused on demons-of-the-week, the details of their romance get left out.

So I’m starting to remedy that by taking inspiration from @bcdaily’s epic Commentarius (because as you all know, I’m obsessed with her and all her work) and writing out all the off-screen Bangel moments starting in season 2.

If this is at all of interest to you, please pop by AO3 for a read.

The Boring Stuff: Some Assembly Required

The Boring Stuff: School Hard

and The Boring Stuff: Inca Mummy Girl

are all up and complete.

Hope y’all give it a glance.

[missfiggy]

NEW CHAPTER! ✨✨

Chapter 11 of the MWPP 5th Year Canon Fic A Staggard Wild is now unleashed.

Two in one week?

Apparently, getting sick and needing to quarantine myself makes me very productive!

Please, read, enjoy, and if you like it, a comment always brightens my day!

[missfiggy]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Arabella Figg, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Slow Burn, Friendship, jily Series: Part 1 of Deerstalking Summary:

James Potter thought the biggest challenge of his Fifth Year was going to be defending the Quidditch House Cup as the newly minted Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. However, he's three best friends certainly aren't helping to keep things simple. One friend needs James's help, which entails a very dangerous and illegal extracurricular project; one decided to go out and lose his virginity over the summer, and the third wont shut up about breasts. Add to that a greaseball determined to get him expelled, political unrest, and a swotty ginger girl who keeps popping up and making James feel things. Suddenly being a sixteen year old wizard doesn't seem as simple as it one did.

5th Year canon MWPP fic from James's POV. Part 1 of the Deerstalking series.

[missfiggy]

New Chapter: A Staggard Wild

Posting again with link to individual chapter:

Also, just want to say, hi! Sorry its bee a hot minute, luvvies. But hey, still not dead, even though I get that a year of going quiet may have made you think others.

Missed you all, but real life just got in the way of creative thought. Spent all weekend writing so hope that Chapter 10 will soon be followed by Chapter 11

[missfiggy]

I super swear that I remember this tumble exists, I'm still working on A Staggard Wild, and that I love and appreciate you all for sticking with me.