#but fuck it I just got off work and realized I hadn't done much advertising over on the tumblr end of things + need to use it more since uh.

[didsomeonesayventus]

also hewwo i’ve vaguely returned to fic writing thanks to engage and as part of getting better at promoting my work uuhhh here (throws breadcrumbs in one convenient post) 

All the following center around M!Alear/Alcryst (alearyst? alcrear? Alal? the utterly unhinged suggestion of alal-) because oops My Favorite Dynamic, generally written as standalone

Rutilated- 3.7k, taking place between chapters 14-15, slight focus on events in chapters 10-11. Insomnia from stress turned awkward flirting turned emotional comforting.

Intergrowth- A series of 6 drabbles totaling 2.5k that take place from chapter 7 through post-game in sporadic leaps. Covers a broad spectrum of crushing angst to fluff, arranged chronologically kind of like an outline of the relationship on the side of the main plot, built around the idea of moments where they held hands

Thanatophobia- 1.3k, post-game. Alear has a nightmare because (kiragi vc) war is heck! especially when you’re dragon jesus and go through protagonist bullshit that people somehow expect you to be just Okay With.

so yeah oops finally found fic topics to latch on to and remembered I might dare have a writing following/finding people who want to read over this way so if u find this post rad or interesting please have at it and enjoy!

[thewolfruns]

001, a convenience store past midnight. (clementine & your choice!) @waywordhearts

clementine should've known better. or done better. what would her mama've said if she'd heard that little tiny palmer had swindled that nice movie actress like that? only she hadn't called home in awhile anyway, maybe a couple of weeks, because she was getting sick of operating as more of a celebrity gossip column than a daughter. and then she felt guilty about that, worried she was getting above her raising, so she put it off even further. until her daily calls were every other day. then one or twice a week. then not at all.

she couldn't even call now if she wanted to. mama thought she'd finally become somethin' and even though that was a double edged straight razor at her old salon station, she didn't dare be the one to break the news. not when the palmers now had a champagne appetite on a kool-aid budget. perhaps that was more craven than stealing, but clementine was a coward as well as a crook now thanks to billy. the cops would let mama know soon enough anyhow.

and fucking billy, whom she'd betrayed her favorite client for--a woman who was vapid and boring and did way less philanthropic work than was advertised by her reputation yet still gave clem a leg up--he'd left her on the side of the road. she didn't even have her purse, her salon tools, phone, none of that shit. he'd shoved her out of the car before she could even get her seatbelt on after they'd stopped for a roadside piss. he'd even been driving a few miles an hour when he'd done it. probably figured she'd die or get caught.

instead, she rubbed the arms of her leather jackets and was grateful she'd stashed a few thousand in hundreds in her pockets (just for the thrill of it) before they'd cut out of louisiana. it was after midnight and colder than she was used to when she finally found the convenience store/gas station, like an oasis in an old looney tunes. there was only a couple of cars in the parking lot, and she figured she didn't have to worry much since her former benefactor wouldn't realize she'd been swindled 'til she got back from ibiza next month. maybe she could find a new identity by then. man, she really was a crook.

nobody was outside, so she went in the store, announced with a sing-song bell, and grabbed a bag of gardettos, a stick of jerky, a gatorade, and a beer before heading up to the counter to wait behind the only other customer she could see. any town was a lot farther than she had any mind to walk and she really had nothing to lose. "'scuse me," she cleared her throat and gave the stranger a tap on the shoulder. she tried her best to smile and not look desperate, but any fool would know she was on hard times. "i'm sorry to bother you, but i'm not from here--" she wasn't even sure what state she was in, if she was to be honest. "d'you think you could give me a lift into town? my boyfriend and i got in a fight and he left me a few miles down the road." no sense in mincing words.