#like they were excerpts or smth..

[sochilll]

🌀 and ❄️ and also ☔ for the wip ask<3

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Ok I’m not good at actual summaries but I have one that’s like half written about Jared and Evan post canon and Evan unwittingly gets a job at the ice cream shop that Jared has worked at for like 3 years (making Jared his boss). Silly goofy ice cream shenanigans ensue ofc also Jared is still capital a Angry so angst also ensues

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Back on my kleinsen exes bullshit:

Jared went pale. He swallowed and motioned to the guy. “Evan, this is Francis. Francis, this is Evan, we’re old friends.”

Old friends. That’s what Evan was reduced to. Their whole relationship, everything they were to each other, whittled down to “old friends.”

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have a like 13 Going on 30 esque fic in my head where Evan and Jared are in a huge fight and then Evan suddenly finds himself a few years into a future where he and Jared are happily dating and he’s trying to decide if he even wants to go back to his own time (also 13 Going on 30 rules that like he is also in his older body and such) but there’s just too much to work out and so many holes that I feel like I will never get to it lmao

WIP asks!

[boleynqueenes]

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Pfffft, ummm… Anne domming?

[hotchs-big-hands]

Excerpt from my upcoming series...

You closed your file and made a move to follow behind Emily, when the familiar touch of Hotch's hand grasped your wrist gently again. "(L/n), a word."

Helplessly, you watched everyone file out of the room and you sighed gently. His hand dropped away and as you glanced down at your feet you could feel his scrutinizing stare.

"I need you to remain by my side for this case." He said bluntly.

"Huh?"

You frowned at him. This certainly wasn't what you thought he was going to say. You watched as his brow creased.

"I want to keep an eye on you."

What? You blinked at him.

"Why's that, sir? I don't quite follow."

"I don't want to be insensitive but you have seen the victims the unsub targeted. I just want to make sure you're safe." Hotch explained in as gentle of a way he had ever spoken to you. Oh... You swallowed thickly and nodded once.

"I see. Uh, well I appreciate it, sir. I should be okay though, I have you all around me after all."

It was your boss' turn to frown now, evidently displeased with your response. But he didn't push it, picking his casefile off the table and fixing his watch around his wrist.

"If you insist. But I don't approve of this though."

You nodded and cleared your throat, following him as he stalked out of the conference room. As he made a right turn towards his office, you continued forward until you were with the others again. JJ was the first to break the air of curiosity.

"What did Hotch want?" She asked you as she checked she had everything she needed in her go bag. You sighed and crossed over to your desk.

"Said he wants me to stay by his side, given the nature of what we're dealing with."

"And are you doing that?" Derek asked, eyeing you pointedly. You shook your head.

"I don't really want to have to hang back from working on this case as much as I intend on doing so."

Emily lightly nudged you when she approached your desk, her bag slung over one shoulder.

"Maybe he has a point though." She offered but you scrunched your nose up.

"I also don't really feel like spending the whole time with someone who acts like I'm as worthy of their time as a plank of rotting wood would be." You muttered to yourself as you shoved the casefile in your bag, missing the uncomfortable shared glances of your team mates when the subject of your conversation approached the group.

You felt Emily nudge you again and you straightened up, sealing your bag shut.

"Alright, alright I'm ready to go n..ow..." she wasn't looking at you, you realised, and your body tensed when you heard him speak.

"Let's head out." Agent Hotchner said roughly and turned to leave, face sour.

Lemme know what you guys think and if this will be smth you'd wanna be tagged in!

[even-disco-baby]

how does it feel to know your writing stopped someone from taking their own life?.

have been sitting on this one for a while bc I don't really know how to answer it. And also bc I don't want to like... idk, come across like I'm tooting my own horn or smth. But I'll say as someone who has been institutionalized before for suicidal thoughts, it affects me a lot. Part of why I started this blog was because of the way disco elysium portrays suicidality and the way it intersects with politics. As someone a lot more eloquently than me once put it, de is a game where you wake up in Harry's chalk body outline and then try to solve the mystery of his social murder. Playing it felt similar to a lot of the conversations I had back when I was dealing with suicidal thoughts, friends who had been through the same thing and were willing to give me that space to talk about it without judgment and respond with the same honesty. More than anything, that's what saved me back then. Like loving myself through loving others who kindly held up a mirror to me. Something like that.

I have one friend in particular to thank for those long talks, and also... for the many many hours we spent writing little fanfictions between those talks haha. We would write for each other and pick apart each others' stories and also talk about what thoughts/feelings/events inspired what we wrote. It probably sounds silly, but it was an avenue for connection on a level I hadn't ever really connected with anyone on before. We're still friends and I consider them one of the best I've ever had.

So I'm reminded of that time and those connections I've made with people through making/talking about art as an avenue for exploring the context of our lives. I sometimes get embarrassed about how much of me is in these little excerpts but I think I won't anymore. Not to make this all about myself but I'm glad if I was able to pay forward the kindness and honesty I was shown even a little bit and connect with other people on that level even for just the minute or two it takes to read a tumblr post. Not to keep quoting that one shivers line over and over again but I really do think we are what keeps each other on this earth. So thanks for being here with me.

[to-fu]

yesterday i remembered abt my ex of barely two months (who claimed he was in love w me) and i thought back of when i was dumping him, when i told him smth along the lines of "you don't seem to have any interest in getting to know me and/or what i like" and this dude made A LIST of roughly 15 things on the spot of the "stuff he liked about me" to convince me to stay w him and I KID YOU NOT. excerpts were:

1. you have x followers on tumblr and that's a lot of followers

2. you work for [guy i work for] who is famous

3. you got a lot of commissions on ko-fi

4. the fact you played team fortress 2 in the past (which he thought made me "not like other girls")

and the rest of the things were sexual in nature. post

[bisaster-energy]

I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

[acheronist]

list of the most heartbreaking (TO ME) surviving excerpt lines from the peglar pages

[ and we have his new boots in the middel watch, as we have got some very hard ground to heave. ]

passing the same pair of boots around between coworkers before they have to go fuck around in the shale for the most futile "staying busy before we die" ass reasons ever... doesn't this sound so fucking awful.... henry was captain of the foretop so he signed up for this expedition expecting to be in the ropes and sails on open water. i would be so mad if suddenly my job was "moving arctic shale around all day while i die of starvation and scurvy"..... i guess they could have been digging the graves at beechy early on also, that's technically heaving ground, but i feel like this must be about the hauling supplies

[ all my (he)art, tom, for I dont think for ]

ALL MY HEART????? TOM???????!?!!????? which fucking tom theres about 15 of them on board with you rn bestie

[ gentelmin that made his apearenc wos a marine by the cut of his ]

i just think the observational diary entries are so inchresting... eyeing up the marines trying to be tougher than they were. lol. lmao, even.

[ whose is this coffee. brekfast to be short rations ]

when the lead poisoning brainfog and low supplies depression combo starts to get to you over breakfast.....

[ I went wander maney a night in whale boat ]

i'm inclined to think this was a little rhyme or hum or smth but for how long they were stuck there?? i wander many a night in the arctic watching things get more and more desperate.... and while the terror/erebus were never whale boats, henry did serve on the hms wanderer previously in his sailing career and that WAS a whale boat. so then it's like oh god my poor dude is freezing his ass off in the arctic trying to remember his time aboard ships that were sailing in warmer climates... we have to get this dead british sailor a blanket and a warm meal STAT

[ hms erebus / you are peglar / on bord and okay / the terror camp clear ]

positive affirmations!!!!!!! *one thousand crying emojis*

[ o death wheare is thy sting / the grave at comfort cove]

how many men on board died before he started keeping a guideline for what to say as burial rites . just wondering.

[ I love the C I love the C / when I whare I wish to be with / and and silence whare never go / if a swell should come and make the meek / What matter what matter I can ride or sleep / when I was on old england shore / I like the young C more and more / and offtimes flew to a shelltering place / like a bird that seek it mother case/ and a H she was and oft to me / for I love a young and Hopen C ]

either this is a horny sailor parody invented to pass the time and have a laugh at OR its a miserable exhausted dying man who was kind of dyslexic and barely literate anyways trying to recall home / what made him ever step on a boat in the first place. either way

[streamdotpng]

I’m in a “fun” state of mind, and I need to ask before it flies away, though hopefully not complicated. You know how Wednesday’s dance became synonymous with that Gaga song and went viral with edits and dances? Even with goo goo muck rising in popularity, Gaga’s song was just as tied to Wednesday. So, once the new adaptation is released, what would be the internet’s additional song to a Viper moment like the dance? And would Endespair make her own edit of her wife using that song?

Are you high jd? Bc saying that you're in a fun state of mind made me think you are (no judge, you sound like an adult so do whatchu wanna do)

Okay, but lemme think hm.. Had to pull out my Spotify so ik what song to play.

Since Lunal Curse is based on their senior year, my original thought was them having their own Rave'n so there would be a scene of Enid and Wednesday dancing in character. If it's not Rave'n it would probably be done during a ball werewolf courting thing. Bc that's the og premise of Lunal Curse, it being a book where Enid/helios is properly introduced in werewolf customs and explores deeper on Enid's status as a bloodwolf.

First thought is the chorus of she bangs by Ricky martin if viper were to do smth similar to wednesday during Rave'n, just more.. Wild bc she's gotten more expressive with Enid.

If it's slower and more of a ballroom thing, it's Sway by Micheal buble for the perspective of helios.

Idk why but if you like a more darker tone in the perspective of Viper coming onto helios then my strange addiction by Billie eilish comes into mind. Esp the excerpt "take what I want when I wanna - but you are my strange addiction"

Or maybe into you by Ariana grande bc of the "got everyone watching us" line has me thinking how most peeps in the werewolf community didn't think Enid would get anyone since she couldn't turn and Wednesday wanting to prove a point.

Maybe Lambada by dabra just for the beat who knows at this point 💀

Not the most musically inclined person so idk what is the most pleasing to hear but here are my thoughts! Hope it isn't too bad

Also definitely, Endespair here is making edits of Viper alone to every and any music

[keirawantstocry]

excerpt of a fic im writing

if anyone is actually interested lol i might post it, also this is not the beginning i took a chunk out of like the fourth page or smth

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When Quackity woke up again, his troubles had multiplied. Tommy’s whiny childish voice rang through his head like bells triggering the pound of his head. He was arguing with Wilbur based on the harsh confused tone threaded through his words. “It’s hard enough living out here just me and you. Finding enough damn food to survive off and fighting off those fucking zombies while we’re at it.” 

They were fighting about him, Quackity realized. Wilbur saved him without consulting Tommy. But would Tommy have really left him to die? Hardened but not heartless, he thought. 

“So there,” Wilbur said, tone void of emotion. “We have another one to help us fight.” 

“He’s still another damn mouth to feed, Wil!” 

“Would you rather I left him to die?” Wilbur snapped and emotion bled into his voice like blood out of a wound, fast and strong. “We aren’t inhumane Tommy.” 

“Oh blah blah I get it. You’re in loveeee with him. Well guess what, Wil, he didn’t fucking pick you did he?” 

The cave went dead silent and Quackity’s eyes widened so far in shock he thought his eyeballs were gonna fall out. 

Sharp and thin as a whip, Wilbur said, “Tom you have no damn clue what you’re talking about. I saved him. End. of. The. Fucking. Story.” 

Silence fell again. One beat. Two. Three beats. Four. A long defeated sigh from Tommy. “I’m just worried, Wilby.” Quackity could hear the tears in his eyes in the sound of his choked strained voice. “I’m scared.” 

“I know Tommy. I know. This world is scary. But trust me when I say that.”-beat of silence to carry his weighty words- “I will personally slaughter any man alive before letting any harm come to you.” Rustling and a thud. They were hugging hard and Quackity could perfectly picture in his mind how they stood. Wilbur towering above, his nimble fingers stroking through Tom’s messy curls and the smaller boy pressed against his chest and pretended tears weren’t staining Wilbur’s shirt. 

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i love writing

[shininguponthestars]

🍠 🍙 🍘 for the writer asks!

oh lord ok

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

let me check. sun falls was written in a day or two i think but that was years ago so i can’t remember. ummm. i think each entry for taking care of was written in like, a few days up to a week? ive lost my record of harrys bc apparently i reused an old doc, but jakes took 3 days apparently & rogers took 5 or 6. & the walt oneshot was done in a night or two because it was mostly a character study fueled by my godawful flareup. as for what im working on currently uh.

well its been rough. ive had other projects to work on. (+ writing ppl inebriated is HARD) as for active days ive worked on it id say ive spent like 4 or 5 days so far

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

honestly the jake one mostly bc i rlly like jake and think it works well as a character study. were ignoring everything else about it rn im in it for the CHARACTERIZATION. but jakes an unpopular character unless ur in The Bubble of ppl who like jake so. shrugs!

im pretty preemptively scared for how my next one will do? because its walt. nobody cares or thinks about walt. but im doing this shit myself ok. ppl will think about that guy by hook or by crook

also not necessarily fic but i wish a few of the phoney related asks on lotd got more eyes on them. guuuys the foreshadowiiiing dont we love roger and jake :( come ooonnnnn lets think abt someone other than dave <- so very silly. i love to think about dave

in general though i am astounded when my shit gets ANY attention whatsoever like i keep finding ppl talking abt my work in the wild and it ASTONISHES me each and every goddamn time. so im happy w anything

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

lets go look at a wonderful place i have dubbed my fic graveyard: my notes app!

most of these go here to die because i write them at 1am and they are illegible. this does not make sense because i also write my fics at 1am but whatever! that first one also may be familiar because it is copy paste smth i said in phonecord.

as for ones i actually started / made it past the drawing board, i had a few for miscellaneous fandoms that i just kind of got performance anxiety on. shoutout my npmd time loop fic you wouldve been so cool. sad im never revisiting that! heres an excerpt from a ypwd one

thanx for the qs ^_^ i loooove 2 ramble. heres my rogersport fics cover page which was bestowed upon me via my darling partner

[lordcastaway]

Hi, just wanted to say that I love your work, and your style, it's so distinct!

Quick question, could you elaborate on the relationship between Castlereagh and Wellington (relating to your last piece)? I know that they knew each other, but don't really know more than that. Were they close?

(And do you have anything I could read up about them?)

Thanks for your artwork again, it's really beautiful

Hey hi hello! First of all thank you, I'm glad you like it, it really means a lot! Did not expect to see smth like that on tumblr, esp about my history art! So thank you once again🤲♥️

Okkkkk, talking about Castlereagh and Wellington, I will try to give you a summary. They were colleagues and friends, though not as close as some people make them out to be. Their relationship was a very successful (defeating that Napoleon guy and all that) work partnership, "a marriage of minds", as one historian put it. They first met in Ireland as young MPs in the Irish House of Commons but there is no evidence that they were more than simple acquaintances at that stage, at least to my knowledge. Castlereagh basically had Wellington's back throughout the war and preferred him to any other possible commander-in-chief (cue Sir John Moore's appalled face). In the end, Castlereagh's gamble worked out, and, by coincidence, Waterloo was won on his birthday. After the war, once again thanks to Castlereagh, Wellington began a political career, and they served in the same Cabinet until Castlereagh's death. With Castlereagh's decline and death comes the tragic highlight of their private relationship. Basically Wellington saw that Castlereagh was unwell (he even later said he knew it was not the first time Castlereagh had such an "episode") and proposed to stay with him instead of going abroad. Castlereagh refused cause, well... he was not really in his "think straight, listen to logic" era, yet that is a whole other story. So Wellington left without an objection, though he knew his friend was not "in his right mind". He wrote to some people, including Castlereagh's doctor about it, warning them about his condition, but what happened, well, still happened. Wellington later tried to deal with the whole "does castlereagh is gay" thing, swiftly started a close friendship with Castlereagh's girl best friend, Harriet Arbuthnot, promising her to replace him, and reminisced about his death a whole lot later in life. Hope this helps!

As for books, for starter you can pick any biography of either of them to get a general idea of the relationship. Elizabeth Longford has a pretty allegorical summary of the whole friendship and similarities, as well as differences in their characters in her "Wellington, pillar of state" if you are into all the metaphorical "he was like ice, but he was like iron" kinda stuff. If you are into letters and/or diaries and/or reminiscences then Harriet Arbuthnot's diary, Mme de Lieven's letters to Prince Mmeternich, Stanhope's Notes of Conversations with the Duke of Wellington (and everything else of the "I have talked to Wellington, here are the receipts" genre) might interest you. The excerpt I used for my drawing is from Lady Granville's letters and she does not elaborate, so oh well, I guess we'll never know what happened there.

This whole thing turned out rather long, lol, but I hope I could help.

[turnonyrlovelight]

HAIIII GUESS WHO'S THINKING ABT JAKE

like. what happened after bb1 ?? when did jake get out of prison and did curtis pick him up ? how did he react when elwood got the longer sentence ??? did jake just have to redo his five years plus some extra for being an accessory ?

i kinda like to think that it was curtis that picked him up, that this was during the transitional stage where the orphanage was about to shut down but they didn't exactly know it yet, they just knew the church was deciding. curtis took him back to the orphanage one last time, jake stayed w him and sister mary, they were glad he was out, trying to make it feel like every other time that one brother would be in prison and the other was out, but they knew this time it was different. elwood got the brunt of the punishment. did curtis die first or was it jake ?? did jake leave first, go traveling and then die ??? what was he thinking during it ? did he try to get the band back together like elwood had ?? like, what's going on between bb1 and bb2k, how's jake holding up ? was burton mercer his parole officer again ???

did burton die or did he just lay low during 2k ?? in one of those cop cars going down to louisiana, giving little details to cab and elizondo but never saying who he was, just saying he had been on the previous blues bros case.

and another thing is, did cab ever think about it before he joined the band ? y'know like, if there was a moment late at night or during a drive thru the states where he thought about curtis, thought about his mother, thought about jake and elwood, saw security and news footage of elwood and buster and thought like. hold on, why's the kid complicit in this ??? is this actually a kidnapping or is he in on it aswell ?? like, what if cab did extra research ? he's sitting there late one night reading newspaper excerpts and watching old news reports, researching curtis performing in the 30s n 40s. [assuming it's that bc he joined the orphanage when cab was born so that was 1947] did cab ever see the resemblance he had to curtis ??? realise they had similar traits and that he was more like him that he realised ??

this also kinda ties into my post abt wishing there were followup books and things about 2k like there were with bb1. bb private 2k edition, investigation details on the comeback tour and battle of the bands, interviews, backstories, how buster, mack and cab came to be, how jake and curtis's final years were, how sister mary went up in ranks when she got to the hospital and how her and curtis dealt with the orphanage closing. would it have more details on how curtis felt about cab ? did he regret him ?? did he feel bad, ever want to see him, write letters to his mother when he sent money along as well ??? bwaahhhh im having so many thoughts and i cannot get them all into posts n pages n shid im gonna have to write a oneshot or smth

[broodsys]

i was already pissed abt this bc of the creepiness of all those fucking property cameras and on behalf of the tree they duct-taped it to bc that definitely isn't good for it

but now im also a little worried they're going to end up girdling the tree midway up the trunk and essentially killing it and that it might topple? not right away on any of that ofc, but eventually. the tree will continue to grow and the duct tape will continue to restrict it and cut into it and it might eventually stop sap/water flow and let the upper part die. then if we get another very wet season and snow or ice, the weight could bring it down

but idk these neighbors and they seem very jumpy so i dont think i can talk with them directly about it? debating about leaving an anonymous note for them that's just like hey so I noticed the duct-tape you have on this tree and I wanted to let you know that's pretty dangerous, here's an excerpt from some professional source explaining why, maybe use a post or smth to mount your camera instead? have a good day! kinda thing. but idk if that's super weird or not lmao. it'd be a p solid guess that it came from us and if they asked about it would we really lie...? then that gets more awkward. hmm...

im a little nervous about this anyway bc we had a tree lose an ENORMOUS limb that fell onto our backyard and it was so fucking scary. loudest sound i've ever heard in my life. we were lucky bc nothing was rly damaged and we were able to ease it down onto the ground safely, but still, im very wary about the damage trees can cause now

[soverane]

for ao3 wrapped 5, 20, 27!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

honestly? my einora fix-it fic. it was a crack ship. nobody shipped it AT ALL. i didn't know or see anyone else at the time that was just as obsessed with them as i was. so i was rly surprised when ppl left comments and say they'd read the fic like 5 times or smth, like that's crazy! i didn't expect ppl to like it so much they wanted more :0

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

moonstones & heartstrings! there were plenty excerpts in there that i was proud of. it's also my only fic to date that's been thoroughly beta-read by rly cool, intelligent people. some of the excerpts still give me emotional damage every time i go back and read them.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

ooh listening to music while i write is a hit or miss for me. i'm very picky with what i hear bc i get distracted and the music just becomes unnecessary noise. i can often focus rly well without music, especially if i can't find the perfect, specific sound i'm looking for :( better i write in silence than get distracted by noise. but if, let's say, a scene takes place at a certain location that already has a soundtrack for it, i'd listen to that to capture the vibe (ex. the chasm scenes i wrote for my shenlan fic - i listened to the chasm ost and IT WORKED).

sometimes, i'll listen to songs that capture the vibe of what i'm writing! like this ninglan playlist :3 i also listen to a lot of chinese traditional instrumentals when working on my ninglan wip.

in addition! i adore the playlists made by this channel <3 https://www.youtube.com/@selrenade

[tiredinwinter]

when we were about ready to start posting the fic, we reached out and asked if anyone would be interested in helping out with the cover for wolfrry- because as much as there are loads of inspirational lhh pics, very little match the vibe we're looking for. and we knew we wanted smth to showcase his golden eyes when he shapeshifts so i just tried my hand in photoshop and well- the cover we have now is the result. i actually used to draw a lot myself (wanted to be an architect for the longest time until i switched for doctor) and i miss it terribly. sketching was my favorite medium. but i've never ever tried drawing harry. i might try my hand at it one day again, you've really inspired me. didn't even think abt this when i was doing the cover. and if you ever feel inspired to draw anything at all again for our fic we'd absolutely melt into a puddle ❤️🥹 also, we posted another cover for one of our excerpts- for the lake scene. it was just a pic we both really loved and it showcased a blonde woman. as we said in that ask you sent- we try and make Y/N as inclusive as possible but you can draw her however you see her in your mind's eye. i feel that's the whole point behind Y/N anyway- everyone gets to envision her differently without us imposing any physical features.

all in all- i just wanted to thank you again ❤️❤️❤️i'm very touched that you did this, you have no idea.

I'm in literal tears, I'm so so glad you enjoy the fanart this much 💛

The cover art you've created is absolutely lovely and really sums up the vibe for the fic. I can see the struggle of some lhh pic just not fitting the story too much. I've done my research for my fanart too and can imagine your though process quite clearly :D

Sketching can be so therapeutic and I've struggled hard the last couple of weeks because I had to hand in a lot of paintings for my painting class(I'm an fine arts student:)) I didn't get to paint in my style for a while and I'm so happy to be back with something that I enjoy and also bring happiness to others too. My prof has criticised me quite harshly on multiple paintings I did so my motivation has been running low lately but your writing made me wanna open my sketchbook again <3

The idea of these MCs without much description is so different to many people and I didn't want to overstep your boundaries as the authors or the ones of the reader's because it kind of feels like I'm taking something from them in that way. I'm glad to hear you are so open to the idea of fanart regarding her as well (and one of your anons too, that was so sweet) so I might do some fanart regarding her as well when inspiration strikes !!

Anyways, I really hope you'll get to sketch something some time soon, and if you do so I would absolutely love to see it!!

Thank you so much for reaching out here again, means a lot to me <3

[carletes]

3,5,29 :)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits?

I think ¡Revolución! because it has done everything I wanted it to do. I get the most emotional about this story because it’s truly truly truly a labor of love and hope. Maybe that’s cheating because I only finished revolución this year, I didn’t start it this year, but yeah. I keep going back to it fearful that maybe I’ll find smth about it cringey, but I don’t, and that makes me feel soooo proud and happy! Not to be super self-aggrandizing, but idk if I’ve read a fic like it before. And idk if I’ve read fiction like it either??? IDK IDK tell me if I’m delusional!!!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

HONESTLY. HGIFTBN. I GENUINELY didn’t think it was going to be as widely loved as it is especially because I wrote it in a fugue state and it was LITERALLY inspired by a fucking TikTok so the fact that it might genuinely be the thing I’ve written that people reread the most is WILD.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

UGH. there's quite a few. but what i'm really really proud of is the tension at the end of chapter 7 of tsor (also a lot of the battle scenes, b/c i didn't know i could write battle scenes!!). long excerpt below:

There was silence, but the silence did not take the place of the odd coiling within Lando - or perhaps uncoiling - nor the place of something heavy in the air between them. Lando’s senses seemed amplified. He felt Carlos’ fingers, long and sinewy, flex against his side. Nerves? He could hear his own heart, of course, ridiculous, ungodly in its volume. But there was also something beyond sense, beyond traditional perception, urgent and- hungry? Hungry.

That non-perception only intensified as they drew closer to Carlos’ rooms. Lando’s rooms were further ahead. 

“I can walk you to your room first,” Carlos said as they drew closer. Lando wanted to say yes. Just to spend more time with him. But, instead, he shook his head regretfully. 

“I-it’s okay. I can- walk myself.”

“I am sure you can,” Carlos said, and his voice also sounded…something. Oh, his thumb was stroking Lando’s side. Oh, Goddess. Oh, Goddess, why did that make Lando want to cry. 

They reached the door to Carlos’ rooms. Carlos took a breath, oddly deep, and opened the door with the hand that was erstwhile against Lando’s side. He stepped through the threshold and turned to look at Lando. Lando just stood there, feeling unmoored without Carlos’ touch. He could not bring himself to move. They stood like that for several moments, gazing at each other. Even though they had parted, they were not far apart - Lando could reach out and touch Carlos’ chest, and even then not have fully extended his arm. Then, Carlos said, and he was whispering - why was he whispering?:

“You can come inside, if you want. For…cards. Or just to talk.”

Lando bit his lip, then shook his head. “No. It’s- I should. I should go.”

Unknowable One take him, Carlos looked disappointed. Lando hated himself. He hated that he was the cause of such a horrible expression on the prince’s face, that wonderful man, that beautiful, gentle man. But Carlos nodded and said, “If you want.”

And he stepped closer to Lando. Lando’s breath hitched. There was barely any space between them, but there was space, and Lando found he could not bear it. He placed his palm, tentative, fearful, against Carlos’ chest. Carlos’ eyes flickered; then he touched Lando’s cheek, and Lando leaned into the touch, the pads of Carlos’ fingers steady even though the rest of his hand shook. 

“You’re cold,” Lando whispered. Carlos shook his head, his eyes still on Lando, his lips parted and eyebrows slightly raised in - anticipation? Hope? Lando swallowed. “I should, right? I should…go?”

And Carlos whispered, as though pained, as though it killed him to say, “I can’t make that decision for you, Landito.”

Landito. Lando closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again it was because he felt Carlos’ forehead against his own, Carlos’ nose against his, and he had forgotten how much he adored this proximity, how amazing it had been when Carlos had done this last, pressed their faces together. Lando wanted to cry. As it was, he was tearing up, the hand on Carlos’ chest plucking and plucking at the fabric of his jerkin. Carlos took a shuddering breath, his lips lingering so close to Lando’s. Lando felt that breath, felt the hesitation, he felt every barely-there span that separated them. He hated it. He hated every millimeter between them.

“Goddess,” Lando whispered, and it felt like a sob. “Goddess. Carlos, do- do you want me to go?”

Were their lips brushing? Lando didn’t want to be cognizant of that fact if they were, didn’t want his heart to break in either case: if they weren’t brushing, why not? If they were- was this all? Was it all he and Carlos would get to have? Lando clenched his free hand at his side, and it shook, and Carlos laughed shakily and shook his head, and oh, their lips were brushing-

“Carlos,” Lando begged, “Should I go?”

And Carlos said, and Carlos said with his own perfect mouth, full of ache, “Stay, please stay-”

Lando sobbed, and Carlos gripped his face, hard and needy, and his lips were against Lando’s, and Lando sobbed again as he parted his lips against Carlos’, and it was fevered, and it was graceless, and there was nothing to it but desperation and that hunger from earlier, as Carlos groaned into Lando’s mouth, his tongue against Lando’s, and Lando clutched at Carlos’ jerkin, his hair, pressing his own body flush to Carlos’, and Carlos groaned again as he reached behind Lando to slam the door shut and push Lando against it, press his body back against Lando’s - and Lando realized, amazingly, he had not known before what it truly meant to be Faithful.

Goddess, thank you.