#it was also a song for my vampire-werewolf wip which we don't talk about

[burningdarkfire]

yet another writing ask: 4, 8, 10, 19, 33, 36, and 39!

you have sent me an absolute feast, thank you!!

(send me another writing ask!)

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

yes! they tend to be tied to games/worlds rather than specific storylines - for example, a bunch of my favourite OCs in the past few years have been NPCs that i've played as DM in my dnd campaigns. i have a handful of original worlds too :)

8. How slow is a slow burn?

as slow as one prefers, really, though i admit i prefer them pretty fast! i tend to like characters who know what they want and are willing to take the initiative, but there are also very specific flavours of yearning that i find delicious and when they're done well, they can really hit

10. Top three favourite fic tropes

i love a good hurt/comfort, i definitely think catharsis is something i'm always looking for in fic. i like pretty much any sort of situation that can lead to a "dubious consent" tag, because those are always interesting (and/or hot) to explore. and i absolutely adore vampire/werewolf AUs and i am not sorry about it

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

"Has Wulf found the body?"

"No." Body, singular. Things were more dire than they thought. "How many got away?"

"None," Astrid said grimly. "But that is already enough."

Essek blinked. The room felt small. "When they do not report back, somebody will know you're alive."

She stared at him for a moment, as if suddenly seeing him again for the first time. "Why are you sitting here? He could have left a cat. A dozen cats."

"I'm sure he did." They had a habit of appearing out of the shadows. Essek put the book aside. "Will you call Eadwulf back?"

"He's not a dog," Astrid said, and she laid back down.

Essek could think of nothing else to say. After a few minutes, even to his carefully disinterested eye, Astrid seemed to be perfectly asleep.

33. Give your writing a compliment.

no one is as good as i am at writing the way i do! it's something i've been talking over a lot with a friend recently, and it's a driving philosophy behind my enjoyment of writing. it's so satisfying to make something and know that i was the only person who could have made it as such

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What’s the one you’re most proud of?

fic titles were one of my great projects of 2023 (and are still, if only i actually posted anything) because tbh my writing is cluttered with half-assed titles taken from songs and poems that i can't even differentiate myself. i've read a lot of poetry in the past year with the idea that it could help me; realistically, i just lie around for weeks after finishing a fic moaning about thinking of a title while everyone else is like "okay, yes, but we want to read it though"

honey melt might win the accolade because it's the only title i can think of that i actually like that isn't derivative 😭

39. Wildest AU scenario you have written?

i mean. listen. you know what it is. it's like 90k published words long (not all of which are mine anymore!) and i still barely understand why i did it. i don't write particularly wild AUs in the first place so its very existence is what makes it insane !!

[tryingtimi]

99✨

Dance of Deceit

Moonsea by PHILDER gave me the brainrot for my first Cronyl and Syonehlia dynamic exploration. More like the back and forth of their almost relationship that breaks under a feather even lol. The line “don’t share the past, if you won’t share your heart” guided me through all of this, so. Anyway, it was fun hehe

Context: Syonehlia shows to Cronyl how she imagined the Proposal Performance they should perform before the Prince. She plans to do martial arts diguised as dancing. They already had a start of an argument about this at this point, because Cronyl doesn't want to do this. Cronyl also has fallen for Syon but she keeps her distance, so there’s some tension. To say the least.

CRONYL AND SYONEHLIA | BOOK 1 EXPLORATION | WC: 446

“Watch.”

Syonehlia’s lips almost seemed to turn into some kind of smile, as she began to move slowly.

One step forward, her arms and her body twirled slightly, a familiar, yet so unknown motion to Cronyl. Soft, strange melody accompanied her movements, another step and a delicate spin on her toes. A moonbeam brightened up her form, following her as if He’d been mesmerized by the performance.

Cronyl gently leaned away from the way of the slap she intended to land on his face. She disguised the gesture well enough to deceive the untrained eyes. But not his.

He picked up her rhythm, stepping closer while they both began to circle the other. His muscles felt tight from frustration, yet he followed her lead as she tenderly shoved his wrist attack at their side. A tiny touch of their skin made him eager to move closer or storm away at the same time.

He remained in place, however.

“It’s obvious,” he stated, loud enough to be heard by her, but quietly enough to not disturb the Humming Oaks’ melody in the distance.

“For you.”

She switched her pacing, her eyes piercing into his soul as their gazes met.

A shiver ran down his spine when he veered, moving out of the way of her graceful kick. The moon seemed to pour all of its light at them in the backyard, Syonehlia’s hair freely flowing in the soft breeze, the pale blonde locks sparkling under the beams’ touch. Her training tunics rustled at every maneuver.

The air seemed nearly vibrating around them, eyes never leaving one another, not even when one of them attacked during their dance of camouflage.

Syonehlia’s lips curved upward eventually, she receding a bit.

“There were some nights in the past when the gardener boy requested dance lessons from me. It’s been a long time ago, we’ve been still kids. He seemed especially fond of me, nevertheless.” Her voice flickered with confidence, though, Cronyl couldn’t tell if she noticed the setting of his jaw. She might have always been like this.

“Why telling me this?” he spun on his toes, wrist to her neck whilst he twirled behind her. Syonehlia’s back straightened a bit in surprise, though she was quick to try to push his arm away. He already pulled it back, however, not bearing the thought of another touch.

“Because I trust you.”

She turned towards him, determination and something else in her seemingly unwavering eyes.

“Do you?” Cronyl moved closer, almost crossing his own line.

Syonehlia stepped back, and he felt a bitter smile tugging at his lips. She always stepped back.