#inkoherentwriting

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by: @hircines-hunter @silly-little-diary @skyrim-forever Thank you <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @elavoria @thequeenofthewinter @justafoxhound @unironicallytes @gilgamish @kookaburra1701 @sylvienerevarine @pocket-vvardvark @miraakulous-cloud-district @inkoherentwriting @heavy-metal-dick @moriche @rustyram035 @throughtrialbyfire @guardianlizard

More domestic horror Listener!Lucien nonsense. Someone is having a hard time adjusting to life in Bravil 😔

The roof is rotting in, and they both know it but say nothing, simply throw open the windows and doors to let whatever passes for a breeze in this sodden town move through the house to dry out the wood. It’s summer in Bravil, and on the best of days, the wind flows in on a whisper so weak it’s nearly soundless. Lucien knows it’s a pointless battle against the Niben, can't help but stare on in resigned horror at the bloated walls, the mold sprouting on the bread, the creeping rot all around him that he’s helpless to prevent. He can’t believe such pervasive decay has become mundane to him, so ordinary. A sight that as Listener, called to this town by his matron, he will be greeted by for the rest of his days.  “I thought you’d be used to it,” Nimileth tells him, and he quickly wipes the disgust from his expression, can’t let her see how repulsed he is to be living here in this house that was meant to be their home. But Nimileth isn’t looking very closely anyway. Perched on the kitchen counter, she slices the mold off a plum and throws the rotted bits out the window, into her garden. “After so many years in Fort Farragut, you know? If anything, I thought it would be familiar. Cozy, even.” But in Fort Farragut, he had order. In Fort Farragut, he had control. He had his cold, dark nights of solitude, strong walls reinforced by magic that withstood the worst assaults man or storm could throw its way. Here in this shack at the edge of the canal, Lucien feels like an exposed, festering wound that any passerby could probe a finger into. Here, he feels the constant need to cover his stomach, and it’s a terribly discomposing feeling, this crawling sense of vulnerability, like he has to be the one looking over his shoulder. Lucien would rather be stabbed.  “So sullen,” she teases, sliding off the counter to ooze closer, where she lifts her plum to his lips and offers him a bite. Lucien takes it because he’ll take anything she gives him, part of her effortless tyranny over him— lukewarm and repulsively sweet like the dark, red flesh between his teeth, like everything else about her. There’s prideful smirk on her face like she’s just told a well-received joke, and Lucien lets out a huff of air that she’ll confuse for laughter. And it is funny, he thinks, the way watching her go about her life, no concern for what she’s left behind, makes him want to break things. So funny how after all he’s bled for, all he’s surrendered to keep this family safe, she can stand there mindlessly smirking.  Above them, the roof goes on disintegrating.

[sylvienerevarine]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @thequeenofthewinter and @dirty-bosmer!! If you've played BG3, you may have encountered this little gem of dialogue:

...which inspired me. so i'm taking the old "big strong man defends his petite girlfriend" trope and turning it on its head, because I'm a feminist.

(also I tag @inkoherentwriting, @nine-blessed-hero, and @blossom-adventures)

“Oh, for Selȗne’s sake.” Kestrel, scowling, shoved back her chair and stood. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish here? Even if my darling boyfriend wasn’t far too sweet and kind to fight you for no reason, you surely can’t think you stand a chance against him.” The man looked down at her with eyebrows raised, as though he’d just realized she was there. “Easy there, lassie. I’d hate to have to teach you a lesson.” “I’ll be doing the teaching, thanks,” she said, folding her arms. “I killed an immortal undead general last tenday. You’re a drunk idiot who can’t even walk straight. Go home and sober up, or in a few minutes, you won’t be able to walk at all.” He took a stumbling step backwards. “You’re a damn loony,” he said, shaking his head. “Tyr’s sake, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Just having a laugh.” “Ha-ha,” said Kestrel flatly. “Goodbye.”

[nine-blessed-hero]

2x last line + an excerpt

I was tagged by @hannah-heartstrings and @inkoherentwriting for a last line, and also yoinking an open tag from @jiubilant for an excerpt, TY all!

Tagging back (reminder this is DruidX's fandom sideblog): @aalinaaaaaa @ieppiq @wispstalk @rhikasa @eli-writes-sometimes @hannah-heartstrings @artdecosupernova-writing @mythrilpencil @aquadestinyswriting @reneesbooks @oh-no-another-idea @winglesswriter @pheita

Rules: Post the last line you wrote in your current project OR a short excerpt from your current project (or if you fancy, do both like me).

This is the most recent bit I've added to The Ruby Falls, featuring a text conversation between Baurus (BB) and Aderyn, HoK (Problem Child) regarding her acquisition of the Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxes

To: BB From: Problem Child Good - 1st ed had a copy of vol. 3 Bad - some other fucker got there first Dw I've got a plan To: Problem Child From: BB Copy that. Wait. What plan? What. plan. ??

[babyblueetbaemonster]

WIP WhEnit'sDefiNitElynotSunDAY

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer, @inkoherentwriting, @moriche, @wispstalk, @falmerbrook. Thank you all for tagging me (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Tagging @hannah-heartstrings, @the-sunlit-earth, @groundrootvegetable. If you want to of course :3

This is my attempt to draw background. Send help XD

Also a little fic wip

"I don't want to see him cry again." "I want him to cry." "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"

It's about the idea of allowing yourself to cry, and feeling what you need to feel. But yes, my train of thought's wording is just like that XD

[dru-plays-starbound]

WIP Weds

Tagged by @inkoherentwriting (tho you may not be interested in a non-TES fandom - apologies)

I'd like to take this WIP Weds to bitch about a fic I'm struggling with, and y'all get to be my rubber duck.

It's called A Summer's Day Around Your Neck and it's supposed to be about Freya gifting Dakota a scarf she knitted in the colours of a sunskipper bug:

(This is an attempt to combine the prompts 2022 Winter "Cozy outerwear" + 2024 Aug "Crafting" + 2024 Summer "Sunskipper")

Because I decided that Freya would want to surprise Dakota with it, Freya has been avoiding Dakota, which has upset Dakota, so it opens on Sakura listening to Dakota whine and then gently suggesting that they spend some time apart and it'll be good for them both (because Sakura knows what's going on).

But the whole thing is just 10x more depressing than I meant it to be, and now I don't know how to bring it back to the good bit, of Freya producing this scarf and presenting it to Dakota.

I'm wondering if this is one of those moments where I need to scrap what I've done and work backwards to get to where it was working and then continue down a different path. It's not even a long fic! It's less than 1k, but it feels so convoluted...

Maybe part of the other issue is that I picked these characters mostly at random because they're best friends. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it would be better with a different pair, only because Elaine already has a scarf of that colour, and it might be a nice way to show how she came by it?

[azures-grace]

happy wednedsay!

thank you @inkoherentwriting for tagging me :]]

i have a bit of an animation i'm hopefully gonna finish next week (maybe) and some writing (it's kinda ehh)

everything under the read more, and i'll tag uhhh @mistythedritten @nyarevar @silkwxtch @distractedrighter @atomiclace and anybody else who wants to hop on!

and now a chunk from my book, actually. for once

Peter is sitting at a table, with his face in his hands. His bony elbows rest on the surface, propping his sagged head up. Stress hangs around him like fog, almost tangible as I walk over and sit across from him. "Hey… um… you okay?" I ask. He looks up from his hands and shrugs. "Could be worse, I guess. We could be on fire, or in space, or in jail, I guess." His face disappears into his palms again. "Or, you know… we're harbouring fugitives." "Let's talk about the plan for tomorrow, okay?" I say in an effort to pull his attention away from our unfortunate situation. "When do we need to be out of here?" "Fifteen hours Domum time is when the vehicle leaves, so… maybe twelve hours? We'll want some daylight to walk in. We're in the season of long nights, right now." He starts drawing invisible lines on the table with his fingertip after rolling his cheek onto one hand. "We called that winter on Earth." "They don't really call it that here. The climate is pretty stable after all of the installations to the atmosphere got set up a few dozen centuries ago." He chuckles to himself. "It was quite the shock when we came to NAT and had temperatures vary based on the season." I nod and chew on my lips. "So… tomorrow we go to a party, get into the palace proper, then steal some documents and get out?" Peter nods and hands me a thumb drive. "It has 32 terabytes. That should be enough to get what the Apollumi are after. I hope." I take it and inspect the little thing. "Discreet." He shrugs. "You're going to be in restricted areas. You're more likely to get that in than a weapon." I nod. "Good point." He pulls a paper out of his pocket and hands it to me. "Here's a layout of the place." I take it. "Paper?" "They can't track paper like they can devices. You know to leave yours, right? Powered off, here." He taps the table for emphasis. "On the table?" I joke. He shrugs. "If that's what gets you to leave it here." "Okay, okay. I'll leave it." I take the device out and power it down in front of him. It drops to the table with a thunk that makes Iris stir. Peter sighs and takes his own out before turning it off and setting it down by mine. "You ready?" he asks. "Hell no." "Me neither, I feel like I'm going to throw up again." I nod. "We'll be okay."

[inkysqueed]

feeling out of sorts, a little, so if anyone wants to be so kind as to throw me a writing prompt? no preference between my ocs or my fandoms. preferably sfw but if it piques my interest i may write nsfw

it will go on my writing/inspiration side-blog @inkoherentwriting and I can also tag you if you like :D

[druidx]

WIP Whensday

I was tagged (deviously, no less!) by @inkoherentwriting, so have a snippet from What Did Ashbury Do Now? of Elo telling her mother fibs.

Farren leans against a wall with his smoke, while Elo holes up in the phone box dropping dimes into the machine. There's no answer at Ashbury's bedsit, so she calls their mother's number. "O'Toreguarde residence," says a child's voice. "Hey, it's Elo. Roddy, right?" "Yeah!" comes the enthusiastic reply. "How d'you remember?" Elo grins. "I remember all my baby sibs. Is Mom around?" "Sure, just a sec." Roddy must have only turned away from the handset, rather than covering it over because Elo can quite clearly hear him call, "Momma Oakrose! It's Biggest Sister El!" Elo smiles. After Elo, Ashbury, and their older adopted brother, Wickerswitch, had all left home, Oakrose had decided didn't like having the big old house all to herself and had fostered at least two more sets of older kids since then. Elo tries her hardest to keep up with who comes and goes, but Roddy seems like he'll be there until he ages out. "Hello, darling," Oakrose says. "What's wrong?" Elo forces lightness into her tone. "Nothing. Just wondering if you'd heard from Ash today?" "No. I was out for the school run and to get groceries, but I've been in the rest of the day. Why?" "I just need to talk to him about a favour he asked me to do. It's fine, there's no problem. Just – if he calls before 1600, can you tell him to drop me a line at work where I can meet him?" "Of course. And you're sure everything is okay?" Oakrose asks with suspicion. "Yes, Mom. Everything's fine." "Alright then."

I still haven't got my tag games list refreshed, so if you see this consider yourself tagged. I want that snippet on my desk by next Wednesday, please and thank you.

[priafey]

AO3 Twenty Questions

tagged by @ladytanithia. a big thank you, as always!

tagging @inkoherentwriting, @azures-grace and YOU, dear reader

(copy/paste for the questions below the cut)

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

Four, not counting the work I published as a reference list for my OCs.

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

84,627

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Just TES:Skyrim for the moment. Sadly, I haven't been able to play any of the other games just yet.

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm dying for Among the Many Lost Souls to surpass Sought and Found. It was my first venture into longform writing and it shows. Bleh.

5 – Do you respond to comments?

Almost always. If I don't respond, it's usually because I tried my darndest and couldn't think of a constructive or meaningful response.

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I'm writing right now :3c (Among the Many Lost Souls). I'm putting Gwilin through the wringer and then I'm gonna hang him out to dry.

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sought and Found, I suppose.

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't. I lowkey wish I did. Firstly, because haters can be remarkably perceptive, and, secondly, because I am as interested in what makes someone scrunch up their nose or click away from my fic as I am about hearing people's thoughts on what was well-executed about them. I think my stuff is too niche to really draw a lot of negative attention (right now, at least).

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always, my man! I consider it my moral duty to make my characters fuck nasty. Why? BECAUSE IT'S HOT DUHHH

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

People who write crossovers scare me so bad. I can barely limp my way through having to structure a plot around already-existing lore and making sure everything that happens in the story is congruent with in-universe rules, meanwhile there are people out there writing Skyrim x The Walking Dead crossovers. It's cocobananas.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I don't really give a fuck if people steal my shit. Fighting with someone over authorship of a work that is principally riding on the coattails of an existing IP, which can't even be monetized, mind you, feels like a real 'race to the bottom' situation to me. I'm well aware of the quality of my work and I'm proud to have the drive to constantly better my skills. That's all that matters.

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Though I did start translating Sought and Found into Spanish, I dropped it when I started writing Among the Many Lost Souls. In any case, I would be so, so touched if someone decided to translate a fic of mine.

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

Also nope. Never tried collaborative writing outside of an academic setting. Totally open to it, though!

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uh, I'm not real big on shipping existing characters. I mostly just think about my OCs, or my friend's OCs, with each other. Aside from Gwilin x [pretty much every other NPC in Skyrim], I think thoughts about @abstractredd's guys, Hedgrod and Athrar, quite often.

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fic-related WIP? Just one. I wanted to write another romance fic (like Sought and Found) featuring a netch farmer who's a cowboy-type character. Sexy Dunmer with a southwestern accent. Brokeback Mountain: Morrowind Edition. You get the picture.

I might still finish it, but I'm reluctant to even touch it because I haven't played Morrowind, and would have to do a real deep-dive into everything related to Dunmer in TES lore to write it. I know a lot already, but I never feel like I know enough, y'know?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at setting a scene and painting a picture. This is, I think, a new ability I acquired in the past year or so. I've also been told my smut-writing abilities are pretty good, which is always nice to hear :) If I had to list what I consider to be my own strengths, I'd add that I've gotten a lot better at cutting the fat out of my writing (especially from dialogue tags and in describing facial expressions and body language).

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue is a bitch a half for me to write. It's probably the thing I most obsessively tweak before publishing. I think my dialogue tends to fall short.

Pacing is another issue. I often criticize, in other fic author's works, that they present an interesting image or idea and then leave me hungry because they don't elaborate on it, but I am the biggest culprit of this if I don't constantly remind myself that, yes, people want to hear more about this or that. They want you to mystify it, justify it, make it sexy, make it like a puzzle for them to solve. You can't just leave it cut-and-dry, much as my autism compels to do because "It's quite literally saying the same thing". Like, that's great, bestie, but you have to elaborate! Say the same thing just make it sound cooler than it is!

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

This is cool. I don't mind busting out Google Translate to enjoy a fic. That mouse-hovering feature that lets you add alternative text to a fic on ao3 is super useful for this sort of thing.

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

My first, and only other, fandom: My Little Pony. I was 12.

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all for different reasons, BUT Among the Many Souls has blood and sex and drama in it, so yeah. It's in the lead.

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

5 – Do you respond to comments?

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

Tag game that took me way too long to do

Hi, hello, I'm still here. Life and side-tracking happened a lot and, lately, my only online presence was some reblogs. Nonetheless!! It made me really happy to see that I've been tagged in this wonderful tag game by @inkoherentwriting and @dirty-bosmer and @blossom-adventures Thank you so much and sorry it took me this long to actually do it!

How many works do you have on AO3? Just 6 so far!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 100,271 (oh!! I didn't realize I hit the 100k word count before doing this!)

3. What fandoms do you write for? The Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age so far, but I would love to expand that list, and I have my eye on a few fandoms (looking directly at One Piece)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I only have six fics, and I don't really like looking at the statistics because it makes me terribly sad and unmotivated.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes!!! Comments are everything to me. It may take some time to respond, but just know that I read the comments as soon as I get the email notification and I reread whenever I feel self conscious about my fics (which is *very* often lmao)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? My longfics are not finished yet, but if you read chapter 15 of WYGTYA, then you'll know which one will have the angstiest ending Spoilers: it's Hymn of the Highs Seas, it's prequel. Author's note: WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO, I AM SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THE PIRATES. But I *will* find a way to make it as satisfying an ending as possible, and it will most definitely have a fluffy/bittersweet epilogue. HOTHS will not be sad, I promise!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? After all the shit I'll put Ravonna through, she deserves it the most, so WYGTYA, probably! Also, my Ralof/Hadvar fic has a really happy ending, if ya know what I mean :)))))

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet. I have this wonderful small community of dear readers and they're the most awesome people in the world <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Smut is not really my thing, so no. The most I'll do is imply.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I haven't, but I'll never say never!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, and I doubt anyone would want to steal my writing out of anyone's

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? No, but I think it would be a very nice experience! I've spoken to a few beloved mutuals about crossovers in which Ravonna meets their ldbs, and I have an idea in mind where I could write a few chapters, each of them exploring Ravonna accidentally teleporting into their ldb's world, but it's still just an idea at the moment :)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? That I've written? I don't know if I can choose because I love them all, but Rumcurio and Ralof/Hadvar are incredibly underrated ships in the TES fandom and I wish they had more content! Fave ship of all time? Well, right now I am watching Jujutsu Kaisen and I am, of course, having satosugu brainrot. They could have had everything :(((( So beautifully tragic, this one. The fix-it fanfics are amazing, too! But if I had to pick just one ship to be my favourite, I think I'll go with the ineffable husbands because 6000 years of pining is just exquisite <3 <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A very sad and romantic reincarnation AU of WYGTYA where we get to see many versions of Ravonna through the ages! I say romantic, but knowing myself, it won't be super sappy. It's Ravonna that we're talking about here :))

16. What are your writing strengths? I would say that dialogue, and banter in particular. That's what flows the easiest to me, and I think that is how I'm able to express a character's traits and personality the best

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I believe there's room for improvement in all areas, but what I struggle with the most is angst, probably. I need to practice focusing on describing the character's feelings more. Also, politics. Crucial to the plot, but my mind never cooperates when I want to write politics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue on another language in a fic? If it's a few words, it's fine, I think it adds flavour to the chapter, but translations should be provided. However, I would avoid writing entire paragraphs in another language, that's just confusing to readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Skyrim! I wrote for the Tes Summer Fest event in 2022!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I love them all very dearly, but hear me out!!! WYGTYA is my first baby, my longest fic and the thing that led me to start such beautiful friendships online. It will always have a special place in my heart! In my soul, there's a jewellery box dedicated to just WYGTYA, and it's all heart shaped and made out of love. Ravonna is by far my most developed oc, so much so that she feels like a real person sometimes when I think of her. She's even become a source of inspiration for me at times and her story with her fellowship will never fail to put a smile on my face. She's also such a big impact on my writing that I think she will become a blueprint for future stories that I write. Every story will have a Ravonna-type character, for sure. That's how much love I have for her! But I started writing WYGTYA as a beginner, and I sense that I will go back to some of the earlier chapters and re-edit some stuff. Right now, the fic that I'm most satisfied of is HOTHS. It's still at 2 chapters (soon to be three), but I'm so excited about this project, and the characters are all ocs, and my heart is so full of love for them that it overflows! It's also a pirate story, and I always have such a weak spot for pirates. It also follows the storyline and plot twist that I'm most proud of in WYGTYA, all about Ravonna's lineage. Damn, I guess I have Ravonna to thank for this, too. I'm just really happy with this twist and canon divergence in Deathbrand's character. I feel like he has so much potential in the TES Universe, and I'm about to explore all that and more in this fic!

Oh wow, that last bit got so very rambly, I'm so sorry! I don't know who has done this or not, but I'll tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @bostoniangirl21 @sheirukitriesfandom @illumiera

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

WIP Wednesday! Late But here you go. I got tagged by @inkoherentwriting, and if you have a WIP, please feel free to share!

Main WIP is the Skyrim AU Unfated, and here's a bit from that. Set 25 years before game, the Markarth Incident went awry, the Forsworn and Stormcloaks teamed up, and it's all gone a bit pear-shaped, leading to a civil war, Alduin coming back early, and Madanach's sister Keirine reacting by summoning Miraak from Apocrypha to deal with the problem. Teenage Cicero is also involved as is his uncle, an ex Imperial spy, also called Cicero.

What had Madanach’s life come to that he was walking into an enemy city… and the two he trusted with his life in this scenario were two Nord warriors. They were presently on the Dragon Bridge, preparing to cross, looking up ahead at the city on the arch at the end of the Karth… and up close the devastation was clear to see. The Blue Palace’s dome caved in, the roof collapsed, windows shattered, and panes of glass scattered on the river banks below. Macnarian Hall, the old Talos temple, likewise with its own towers destroyed. The smoke had mostly disappeared by now but you could still smell fire on the air. Solitude had suffered indeed, from the actions of one dragon. Sound of a mighty Thu’um, no, three of them, from the city, and twenty minutes later three dragons came flying in formation over the Hjaal marsh, flying from the south east. Ulfric was already ordering the soldiers to raise bows, but no fighting came from the city as two perched around it, not doing anything, while the third landed carefully on the bank of the Karth, Shouting at the river itself as the debris glowed and promptly dissolved into nothing. The dragon then dived gleefully into the river, sliding gently into the water and submerging itself, apparently going for a swim. “Stand down,” Ulfric said, blinking in disbelief. “That dragon just cleaned the estuary up. Admittedly it wanted a swim but… it’s not hostile.” “I don’t trust it,” Galmar growled even as he sent word out for everyone to stand at ease. “Don’t trust this Dragonborn either.” “Nor me,” Madanach sighed wearily. “Unfortunately, Keirine likes him so we have to be polite. Don’t we, Ulfric – Ulfric?” Ulfric was staring at the dragon sticking its head out of the Karth with absolute delight. “Isn’t it magnificent,” Ulfric laughed. “Look at him! I didn’t know they swam!” Oh gods. Ulfric liked dragons. Madanach should have seen this coming. “Ulfric,” Madanach sighed. “Ulfric, come on – please stop fussing over the dragon. We’ve got a job to do and my sister to retrieve.” “Do you think the Dovhkiin will let us talk to the dragons,” Ulfric said, falling into place beside Madanach, fairly buzzing with excitement. “If you ask him nicely, probably,” Madanach sighed. “And he has to be friendly. Those dragons look untrustworthy, it’s off.” Ulfric’s smile broadened and he practically danced over the Dragon Bridge, excited at the prospect of meeting dragons.

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @heavy-metal-dick @saltymaplesyrup

tagging: @thequeenofthewinter @elavoria @unironicallytes @sylvienerevarine @miraakulous-cloud-district @inkoherentwriting @pocket-vvardvark @sheirukitriesfandom @nuwanders

more Dark Brotherhood angst cause what else am I good for (I promise things do happen in this fic, but they are scandalous and I'm too much of a baby to post them so for now we just get whiny conversations XD)

“I’m returning to Fort Farragut,” he tells her, and it skewers her like a spear. She squints, blinks, but he’s still there, haloed in the sun glare that spills through the parted curtain. Funny how for a man named Lucien, he always looks wrong in the daylight. “This has become… unsustainable.” This, he calls it, as if he can conquer the formlessness of their nightmare by giving it something as prosaic as a name. "Alright." “We’d both benefit from the solitude, wouldn’t you agree?” Then go, she wants to spit back at him. Go away. You’ve taken everything from me already, and if I have to look at you for one more second, I’ll pluck my eyes out. I’ll kill you. But if anything, that would only tempt him to linger, see if she makes good on her threat. And she doesn’t mean it anyway. She’d never say such senseless things aloud, because the idea that she might one day drive him off for good, that he could exist without her and be better off for it, is worse than the misery she feels in his company. Just the thought makes her skin crawl and her stomach curdle. Sickens her. Revolts her. He’s the only family she has left, and though she didn’t have one for very long, she knew even then those were the kind of bonds you bled for.  So instead she offers him a listless shrug, and when he lays a hand on her shoulder, presses a kiss to her forehead, she welcomes him the way she welcomes the bottle— drawn to the bliss she feels when its cold rim is at her lips, when the wine is sloshing inside her, making her feel limitless and then beyond the limit, plunged off the cliff, not dead but not alive, just floating. A kind of nonexistence.  And it hurts, but that’s the point. If she wanted tenderness, she would never have loved him.

[sylvienerevarine]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @moriche, @inkoherentwriting, and @dirty-bosmer for the tags! I tag @stormbeyondreality, @blossom-adventures, and @thequeenofthewinter.

This week we're back to BG3 with some hot gossip between two very wholesome girls whose names start with K.

“So!” she said cheerily. “You and Halsin, eh? Not to brag, but I saw that coming leagues off. You two always seemed about three seconds away from snogging.” Kestrel laughed, embarrassed. “That obvious, was I?” “Oh, don’t get all blushy. You’re sweet together. If we survive all this I’m sure you’ll have a whole pack of cute little cubs in a few years.” “I hope you’re right. But enough about me–what’s going on between you and Wyll?” Now it was Karlach’s turn to duck her head bashfully. “Nothing! We’re mates, that’s all. Best mates, practically, but nothing else.” “Sure, sure. Best mates who look at each other like they hung the sun. You know, I used to think Halsin and I were just mates, until I realized he had an entirely different kind of mating in mind…” “Stop!” Karlach elbowed her, and sighed. “Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong. I mean…I do like Wyll. A lot.” “What’s not to like? He’s sweet, funny, handsome, damn good at courtly dancing…” “Exactly. But that’s the trouble. Apart from everything else, he’s…well, y’know. Posh. Even if we ditch the tadpoles and fix my heart, dear old Duke Dad will probably set him up with some toff who knows the minuet. Can’t see Ulder Ravengard approving of a daughter-in-law who stinks of Hell.”

[nine-blessed-hero]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thanks for the tag, @inkoherentwriting

tagging back: @aalinaaaaaa @ieppiq @wispstalk @rhikasa @eli-writes-sometimes @hannah-heartstrings @artdecosupernova-writing @mythrilpencil @aquadestinyswriting @reneesbooks @oh-no-another-idea @winglesswriter @pheita

I. hm. I started something new? A songfic, using No Regrets by Robbie Williams. IDK if I like it? I may still be blocked to-all-get-out?

*drops words and runs*

"No regrets, they don't work." In an effort to raise her grades, her parents enrolled her in German classes. She only ever attended a few, so when she came to Balmora she was barely intelligible. But now, steeped in the local scene, it's rare for her to hear her mother tongue. So it takes Aderyn a few seconds to realise that the song playing from the radio in the corner is in English. She's at Soltild's place, the place she usually crashes when she has to return to the Balmora Cornerclub. Golden light from the old table lamp illuminates the little table, and the puzzle it contains. "No regrets now, they only hurt." It's been five months, give or take, since she left the UK. Six and a half – or thereabouts – since the Incident. Something reminded her she had this puzzle, hidden away in an empty coffee can in a little-used tote, like a teen boy's porn stash. It was hidden for a reason. 

[babyblueetbaemonster]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @wispstalk, @everybodyknows-everybodydies, @inkoherentwriting, @redyn-nerevarine, and @devilrose. Thank you for tagging me :D I've never been tagged by so many ppl in such a short period of time it's amazing.

Tagging @hannah-heartstrings, @the-sunlit-earth, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @apollinariafh, @da3drat, @downontheupside

I was also tagged in the slaughterfish post. Imagine if I already finished this! I wasn't just killing a slaughterfish. I was killing THE Daggerfall slaughterfish!!!!! I could have be a slaughterfish slaughterer!

[hannah-heartstrings]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @druidx, thanks!

Tagging: @inkoherentwriting @sylvienerevarine @emeraldhazeart @andromeda-grace (welcome back!) and anyone who wants to

I just wrote this random prose snippet and am pretty proud of it:

            She stepped outside into the light, the sun seeping through the chill on her skin, warming her muscles and easing her aching joints.