#but once my finals are over its time to write the solitude arc for realsies

[throughtrialbyfire]

🛼🏜️ and 🪲 for the ask game?

lets gooooooo!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

answered here!!

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

any comments, tbh! i love long, analysis-filled ones, but i also love ppl keyboard-smashing <3

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

AUGH okay :3

There, on a throne as ancient as the palace itself, sat Elisif. Many long nights had left permanent circles under her wolfish blue eyes, her face marred with the stress of the past year. She looked far too young to be so old, with the circlet weighing heavy on her coppery hair, already springing the smallest hints of grey.

thank u so much for sending these! <3333

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