#snippets of eventide

[ghostcicadas]

hi i wrote something. this is the beginning of a prequel short story for the eventide reaper, to get me back into the mood of the story.

During Maurice Belmont’s high school years, he had always thought Julian Henning—mockingly nicknamed Jules by the most heteronormative boys at school—was kind of a prick. But, knowing first-hand how insufferable the dudebros of his third-year class were, he decided he could justifiably see himself in Jules’ company for the next two years. The pool for potential friends was meager in a school of hardly a thousand students, most of them being the type of boring Maurice couldn’t stand to share oxygen with. And if he thought about it, Jules had something pretty rare for a rich, pretentious academic—a passion for storytelling.

[galaxicalswriting]

“It’s okay.. There’s a reason creatures turn to darkness when the light fails them.”

“Because there’s no one else to turn to?”

“And because we understand.”

[joshym]

all i want (sneak peek)

Pairing: ex husband!Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Even the deepest, most all-encompassing love is not always destined to endure.

Warnings: (for the sneak peek) marriage, divorce, pregnancy, a lot of sad emotions. (this story will include smut.)

a/n: here's a tiny snippet of a story i’ve been brewing for a few months now. this is derived from this incredible request.

i hope you enjoy! 🤍

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He was your best friend. 

The two of you were inseparable from the moment you met almost twenty years ago now. Two peas in a pod, as everyone would say. He’s been your favorite person in the whole world for the better part of your life. You can’t even recall a time that he wasn’t there – life before him just doesn’t exist to you anymore.

It wasn’t until your junior year of high school that things…changed. You began seeing him in a new light – he started to look different to you. Different in a good way, of course.

That was the year he started to grow into the man you’d find yourself falling deeply in love with, the man you knew you were destined to spend the rest of your conceivable days with. 

Three short years later, his was the face you’d see as you walked barefoot along the soft grass, littered in pink rose petals. Your hands held a small bouquet of the same roses that matched the petals at your feet, mixed with a few baby's breaths that you’d also braided in your hair. 

An intimate ceremony in early Spring was all you truly wanted. Just you, Jake, and a few people whom you both loved the most. Essentially an elopement – you just never felt the need to plan a ceremony of grandeur. It simply didn’t suit the two of you; it was never a show for you and Jake. It was simply you and Jake. He was your person. As long as you had him, a big celebration wasn’t necessary to you. Becoming his wife was the celebration.

You only had two stipulations for the decor; as many pink roses as your small, combined salaries could muster, and the Laramie mountains of Wyoming that you both grew up hiking together. The wildlife, peaceful and welcoming, served as beautiful additions to celebrate your matrimony. 

Your dress was made by your grandma's own two hands, woven entirely in delicate lace. The sleeves draped gracefully from your shoulders, and the small train that dragged behind you gathered pieces of the earth as you walked toward your love, though you didn’t mind the stains at all. Just the same, you never bothered to remove them. The earth and its gifts were just as much a part of the day as the wedding dress was.

As you made your solo walk down the earth's aisle, everything around you was a blur. Jake, the most handsome man your eyes had ever been given the pleasure to gaze upon, was the only thing clear to you in that moment. His hair, wind blown to beautiful perfection, and his skin, smooth and kissed by the sun. The white linen shirt he wore was left open around his chest, the mix of silver and gold charms decorating his skin, catching the rays from the eventide sun. 

You shared your first kiss as one at dusk, with the sun falling carefully below the mountains that proudly stood behind you. A sea of monarchs flew over the two of you, as if Mother Nature herself was celebrating your union, stamping her very own approval. 

There was nothing else in the world that mattered in that moment as you gazed into your new husband's eyes – his eyes that the golden rays themselves paled in comparison to. You both understood, from the instant your lips met, that your lives had truly just begun. 

The wedding was as near perfect as any could be. Picturesque, serene – the air felt fresh, anew. Your husband swayed you in his arms as you danced to nature's music, dancing until the sun closed her eyes and gave way for the moon to bathe you in her light. 

Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka — never was there a title you were more proud to wear. With the most delicate and dainty golden band around your ring finger, your bond was at last sealed.

Without the funds to take a proper honeymoon, you instead spent a quiet week in a secluded cabin in those very same mountains that joined you on your wedding day. You don’t remember leaving the little log home once during that week. Each day was spent just the two of you – no television, no intrusions from cell phones, no internet, just you and Jake. As it was always meant to be. You made love more times that week than you dare count, practically never bothered to put clothes on the whole time. You both knew they would be stripped off before you even had the chance to properly get dressed. 

It was the best week of your life, for reasons that are invaluable to you. Not only did you spend every second of that time loving your brand new husband, but the love from that week resulted in the creation of the very thing that represented the earth shattering adoration you shared for one another. 

The pregnancy came a little earlier than you had truly wanted. And it’s not that you weren’t over the moon excited for the addition, the two of you certainly weren’t as prepared as you wish you would’ve been. 

But, then again, is one ever truly prepared for such a thing?

It was scary. Terrifying, even. Jake doted over you in every way imaginable, taking care of your each and every need as they came about. Everything became about what was best for the baby, including scrounging to find a new place to live. The one bedroom studio just wasn’t going to cut it for your soon-to-be family of three. Though you’d always dreamed of a beautiful home with acres and acres of land on the outskirts of Casper, where you could gaze at the mountains from your own backyard, you just didn’t have the time or the money you needed to acquire such a thing. 

The old home you found in the city was beautiful, but your finances weren’t sufficient enough to sustain a mortgage just yet. Let alone all the things necessary for a newborn baby, your little girl, who was due to arrive in only a matter of months after you moved into your mostly unfurnished home. The stress eventually led to financial tension in your marriage. Jake had no choice but to take up a few jobs, along with his freelance photography, while you worked from home as much as you could. Your marriage was being tested early on, tested in ways neither of you were equipped to handle at the time. 

You still loved each other. God did you love each other. But even a love so profound and seemingly limitless wasn’t enough to endure each strain tossed your way. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t see eye to eye on, well, most everything.

But, of course, the number one priority was the baby. The only things you could agree on at that time were anything that had to do with her. The theme of her nursery, which you both decided should be mountains. The two of you spent weeks painting the same ranges that were a symbol of your love on her walls. Everything in her room depicted the very place she was conceived, and the place you vowed to love your husband for the rest of your life. 

Her name hadn’t been decided just yet, but when the moment was right, it came naturally. Though your new marriage was experiencing an upheaval, her name was something that didn’t require a second thought from either of you.

Laramie Rose Kiszka. 

Laramie, after the mountains that oversaw your union. Rose, representing the ones you held, the ones that led a path to the man you’d always loved. The only man you’d ever loved.

Every marriage has its hardships, though neither of you were expecting them to occur so soon. There are many things that happened during that time that you’ll always question. But one thing you undoubtedly knew then, and what you still know now –

The love in your heart for him, in spite of it all, has never wavered. 

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She was born at the very beginning of the year, on the coldest January day you’d ever known. Flurries of snow spit from the sky as she entered the world, covering the entire town of Casper with its sparkling blanket of white. Your labor was anything but easy, lasting for nearly thirteen hours. The most painful thing your body ever experienced, yet the most beautiful thing came from it.

Jake was by your side every second of it. Holding your hand that was squeezing the life out of his, wiping the sweat from your forehead, placing a cool washcloth against your skin when you needed it. He was your strength in that moment, when you felt you’d all but lost yours as your body struggled to bring her into the world. 

And then, when she was ready, she came. The moment you heard her first cry, all the pain in your weak body subsided, replaced with a warmth that you can only describe as pure love. As the nurse handed her to you, when you looked into her eyes for the very first time, it was as though the last thirteen hours of painful labor no longer existed. You were healed the instant you saw her. 

“Welcome to the world, my sweet Laramie Rose,” you whispered to her as you held her against your bare chest for the first time. Her eyes held the entire world. She was everything beautiful and perfect that could ever be offered to you, in her tiny six pound body that you held safely for nine months. 

“My gorgeous girls,”  Jake said as he leaned over and kissed you on the lips, then your baby girl on her tiny forehead. “My family.” 

Tears fell from Jake’s eyes as he held her for the first time, the smile of a brand new, proud dad worn across his quivering lips. You’d never seen anything more pure in your life, and everything that had transpired over the last nine months just didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was Laramie, and the desire to protect her at all costs, with Jake by your side to ensure she’d have the best life both of you could give her. It was no longer about the two of you; it was about the three of you. 

Everything felt right in that moment. It was as if, at last, everything had all fallen into place exactly as it was always meant to. It felt as though Laramie was the very thing the two of you needed to get back to the root of it all, back to the way you felt the day you said ‘I do.’ She gave you a reason, a purpose. One that you weren’t prepared for, but one that you were so grateful for.

The first few months were hard, being thrown into the throes of parenthood before you were truly given the chance to enjoy being married. But, she was worth every second. Watching her grow and change, seeing her smile for the first time, admiring her innocent view of the world around her – you just couldn’t believe that you and Jake had a hand in creating something so perfect. 

It wasn’t easy, sure. But it was, and still is, the greatest joy of your life – to be her mother, and Jake to be her father. 

However, while your tiny girl was the sweetest, happiest baby, you and Jake were struggling to find your footing. The bills continued to pile, and Jake just couldn’t manage working more than one job any longer. It was a miracle when he landed a spot with an incredibly renowned photographer as an assistant, finally able to get his foot in the door with his craft. 

The money was good. It was great, actually. His first paycheck alone paid up all of the bills, including the late fees. The job made it possible for you to be a full-time, stay at home mom. Something you and Jake both agreed was the best thing for Lara. 

With the money Jake was making, you truly thought that the problems in your marriage would solve themselves. The stress of finances was the biggest problem between the two of you, and when that was no longer a hindrance, you felt your marriage would heal itself in no time. 

But, that wasn’t the case. 

Arguments, though petty and utterly pointless, soon became a daily occurrence. Multiple times a day, at that.

It was always the same things — he was gone all the time for work so you felt like you were parenting alone, and he felt his every effort to take care of his family was lost on you. 

None of it was true, but both of you were far too stubborn to admit to any wrong doings. The arguments resulted in awful things being said to one another. Your frustrations would cause your lips to utter things neither one of you meant – things you didn’t mean, at least – and that caused you to heavily resent one another. 

But, the biggest fight occurred when Jake proposed the idea of moving away. All for his job. He swore that it would be the best thing for your family, that he wouldn’t have to travel so often. A promising studio, located just east of Los Angeles, offered him a position for more than double the income he was bringing in. He essentially accepted the job before ever uttering a word about it with you. 

And that was your final straw. 

You felt betrayed in the worst ways, and the idea of leaving Casper, of leaving the place that held so much history for you and Jake, leaving the mountains…that wasn’t something you were willing to budge on. Up until that moment, you thought you were both in agreement that raising Lara here was what was truly best for her. 

At that point, you both knew what needed to be done.  

It wasn’t an easy choice to make, but it was the right one. The only one, in fact. Not what either of you wanted, but what you knew you needed. It was the hardest lesson of ‘want’ and ‘need’ that you’ve ever learned. 

Neither one of you wanted to raise your daughter in an environment like that, with parents who just weren’t equipped for what being married meant. Living together was simply too difficult for you and Jake. You were the same in so many ways, yet completely different when it truly mattered. It ultimately boiled down to consistent disagreements that were beyond repair.

So, when Lara turned a year old, you both decided that, for the sake of being the best parents you could be to your precious girl, splitting was the best thing you could do for her. And for yourselves. 

The divorce seemed to come as naturally as the wedding did. For the first time in over a year, there were no arguments, no words spoken out of anger. It was a seamless transition, but one that left a scar on your heart. 

It was Jake’s choice for you to keep the house, and it only made sense given the nature of his job and the chance he’d move away. And it was that very reason you were initially granted full custody of Lara. You were able to offer her a stable home that the judge felt needed prioritized. Jake pleaded with the judge, promised he wouldn’t leave if that’s what it took to see her more. But, the judge wouldn’t hear it. The pain in Jake’s eyes as he dutifully agreed to the arrangement still haunts you most everyday. 

But, none of it sat right with you. As far as Lara went, Jake had done nothing wrong. He was – is – the perfect dad. You didn’t want his time with her to be limited to a week or two in the Summer when your schedules would allow. That wasn’t good enough for you, for Jake, or for Lara. 

She needed her dad just as much as she needed you. 

It took some convincing, but the judge eventually agreed to split the custody evenly, so long as Jake didn’t move so far away. And you made it known that you would settle for no less than that. The problems with you and Jake were only between you and Jake. That custody agreement would’ve been a punishment for Lara just as much as it would’ve been for Jake, and that wasn’t okay with you in the least. You saw no purpose in taking away most of his parental rights, keeping your daughter from her dad, all because the two of you were incapable of living together. 

Because of your insistence on keeping Lara in Wyoming, Jake sacrificed a lot to ensure he’d see her as much as possible. He didn’t make the move that he could’ve easily made without being married to you to keep him from doing so. 

He chose to stay close by, a promise he made to your baby that he’d always make her a priority. Living separately, but within close proximity of one another, was the best and only option the two of you found some common ground on. 

Jake kept his job as an assistant photographer, but was made the lead photographer within months of your split. He leases a lovely studio apartment, only a few miles away from your house. You found work as an editor for The Lantern, a small publication that features free-lance writers from all over the country. The job, being something you’ve always had a passion for, made it possible for you to work from home. In spite of it all, after hitting endless bumps in the road, the path eventually smoothed out and led you both to lives of harmony with one another. 

And while you and Jake couldn’t live together, you soon discovered that you could work seamlessly as the perfect co-parenting team when apart. You couldn’t love her – or each other – properly while together, but god, how the two of you shower her with endless, thunderous love on your own. The love you had for one another has transformed into an even deeper love for her, the one that deserves it the most. 

Though it was painful in ways beyond your sweet Lara, the way you and Jake had chosen to raise her was truthfully much better than forcing yourselves to try and sustain a marriage. One that just wasn’t meant to work. A hard pill to swallow, but one that allowed for healing and, most importantly, the promise of the best life you could offer your daughter. 

To be continued

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a/n: the rest will be posted on new years eve 🤍

i do have a taglist for this that i will include when i post the rest, but be sure to let me know if you’d like to be tagged if you’ve not already filled out my form! 🤍

love you guys. see you soon!

UPDATE: find the full story here. 🤍

[wundrousarts]

Do you think Hawthorne has some sort of connection to Morrigans's wundrous song? I'm not going off on a lot except that the song talks about a son of the morning and that Hawthorne feels like the definition of sunshine. And the fact that Morrigan is an eventide kid and she has something with darkness. (??)

Idk what the song could mean, but maybe it's like a foreshadowing to their dynamic, maybe they'll become enemies or opposites or like kids with a destiny because so far it feels like they're far too buddy buddy. Hawthorne is Morrigan's first friend. And he's her best friend. Like. Help.

Also the song talks about the son of the morning being liked, or well someone who has something good ahead of him, and that reminds me of Hawthorne's promising career in dragon riding. He has a lot ahead of him, and in that snippet of Holliday Wu with Hawthorne she said 'the kids are gonna love him', and I feel like Hawthorne is gonna be super popular and well-liked. (Like maybe that's what the song means with 'up with the sun where the winds are warming', he climbs the social ladder.) Meanwhile Morrigan seems to become more and more unpopular because she's a wundersmith. Like it doesn't matter who Morrigan is, it just matters that she's a wundersmith. And soon she'll go down to where the pale things bite or something. As in she'll be an outcast. Or worse.

But if that's the case, then what could it mean??? What will it lead to?

Can we then connect the two wundrous songs of Morrigan's and Squall's? If Morrigans's song is foreshadowing then what if Squall's song is a warning? Or another foreshadowing? A foreshadowing to what then? Is it a prophecy? Are both prophecies??

Help.

🫠

Oooh this is a great question. I don't think that Morrigan and Hawthorne will find themselves not being friends at any point, because I feel like they've already gone through a lot together and have had each other's backs, so I can't see that ending at any point.

I do love any opportunity to discuss the Nocturne songs though!!

I'm hiding my ramblings on this below the cut, because as a true "spaghetti theorist", I am truly just throwing everything and anything at the wall:

One thing I wonder is if the Morningtide nursery rhyme is derived from Little Crowling, or if both songs are derived from a third same source, or if perhaps they are two songs that existed at the same time. Why does Squall seem to recognize Morrigan's song, and Mog recognize Squall's song?! It haunts me. I wish Wundersmith was adapted so maybe we could hear both songs (because hopefully Little Crowling will be in the movie...?). Maybe as Mog trains with Squall we might learn more!

On Discord awhile ago, I said

they’re not like 1:1 but like “o daughter of night” and “with button black eyes” have the same # of syllables (and are possibly depicting the same thing/idea), and “swoops down into the meadow where the rabbits all hide” and “deep down below where the pale things bite” are similar ideas and maybe even an inversion a bit

and I really think there's something there. Maybe it's playing with who/what is "good" vs "evil"? IDK.

In one of the Garrett interviews (which are my favorite Nevermoor/Jessica Townsend interviews everrrr), there's this bit:

ASTRID: Jessica, back to Ezra Squall. When a Wundersmith calls Wunder they sing something. They sing a tune that means something to them, and we know that Ezra Squall's tune involves the words ‘little crowling, little crowling’. Look, Morrigan Crow. Crow Manor. My question here is obvious. What can you tell me? JESSICA: Actually, I can't tell you anything… but that should give you your answer. ASTRID: Look, I had to try. JESSICA: I can tell you that's a really good intelligent question and it's a good observation. Don't worry, there will be satisfaction there. All I can tell you is that there will be satisfaction.

I hope we learn more about Nocturne songs at some point, because I wonder if Little Crowling has been Squall’s song the whole time, or if it’s a new thing? He calls Mog “little crowling” a few times, so yes there’s definitely a connection there.

You sent this question at a great time because I had asked a question about Nocturne songs during the Q&A and she answered it after you sent this. I asked if there was any reason the Nocturne songs sound similar, or if I was reaching, and (in short) she said:

This is a really good question. I think they probably sound similar because they're both intended to be nursery rhymes. I wrote them as to be nursery rhymes in this world, in Nevermoor. I think you should think about the fact that they both chose nursery rhymes as their songs to call Wunder.

I have many thoughts, but at the same time, it’s so hard to theorize when there’s no info to go off of. I hope we learn more of the verses of Little Crowling at some point— I don’t care if the last verse is too grim to end up in a book!

Some ideas:

— Do Wundersmiths write their own songs? Is this perhaps how Nocturne is mastered?

— Maybe choosing nursery rhymes to summon Wunder could indicate something about their personal relationships with gathering and using Wunder?

—— Are they above Wunder, or below it? Not sure if that's the right wording, but just trying to think about what the dynamic between Wunder and Wundersmith for both Squall and Mog could be.

——— While writing this point I misremembered for a moment and wrote "Summoner and Smith", for which the full phrase is, "Summoned Wunder shows itself to summoner and smith." Are "summoner and smith" both the same person or entity (such as a Wundersmith), as "once it's summoned, any old Wundersmith can see it," or are there people out there that can be a summoner but not a smith, etc.? IDK.

— Maybe Little Crowling is a song encouraging Mog to be evil? We don’t know how long Squall has been keeping tabs on Mog.

— Lots of discussion lately about that one dream and if it could relate to Mog’s mom:

—— Maybe she was singing a song and then Squall sung Little Crowling afterwards

—— Maybe Mog’s mom was singing a happier version of Little Crowling, or it’s a song that Squall twisted.

——— Unrelated: everyone thinks that Mog’s mom must have been nice and caring… imagine if she wasn’t really that kind, LOL

—— I think it would be interesting if Mog’s mom was singing Little Crowling (or a variation of it) because of a reference to a rabbit… perhaps inspired by a certain toy rabbit passed down from mother to daughter? And again the obvious “crowling” and a baby (Morrigan) Crow… 🤔🧐🤨

— Perhaps Little Crowling is an older (anti-?) Wundersmith song. Squall was part of the last generation of Wundersmiths so maybe when he was young people were getting tired of them and the system they are a part of.

—— The “button black eyes” just makes me 🤔 because so far the only two Wundersmiths we know notably have black eyes…

— Also back to rabbits having to stay with their mother to be safe from the crowling… y’know who doesn’t have a mother?? Both Mog and Squall!!

Anyways. I really just took a sliver of your ask and ran with it, lol. We don’t know much about Nocturne songs, especially these particular ones, and I hope we learn more soon. Perhaps by training with Squall, Mog might be able to learn more? More verses and more history and information? I certainly hope so!!

I also have to take a moment to shoutout u/AlexWigg on Reddit, who made these renditions of Morningtide's Child and Little Crowling that I really enjoy.

[bloomingdarkgarden]

A preview / snippet of the 10 Chapter Elucien story I have in the works, I’ll be releasing the first chapter later this week on AO3 for @elucienweekofficial

“What are you doing?” Lucien asked, his voice so soft it was nearly inaudible. Impossibly, hopelessly soft. The sort of softness she had never heard before from him. The whisper of the sound danced down her spine.

Elain’s fingers continued the featherlight trace up the high edge of his cheek as she touched him, truly touched him, for the first time.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

And Elain had never truly allowed herself to look, to admire that beauty.

Let alone reach out and touch it.

He was looking at her now, like she was a religion, like she was a dream. And perhaps she was. But something in her wanted to keep that light burning in his gaze, instead of watching it dim with devastation.

So Elain found her courage, and for once spoke true to him.

“It’s just-” she murmured, chestnut eyes meeting his without pause, “it’s just that you are rather beautiful.”

Lucien’s gaze tightened just slightly at her words. Something like wonder, like disbelief, tracing the russet.

He huffed a soft noise, shaking his head.

“Whatever is amusing?” Elain tilted her head at him curiously.

Lucien’s eyes lowered for a moment, unable to meet her stare. He swallowed slowly.

“The most bewitching female in Prythian saying such a thing about myself.”

“Is it so impossible?” she asked, her hand now tracing the shell of his perfectly pointed ear.

It was quiet for a moment then as his eyes shuttered closed.

“No more so than feeling your skin against mine.”

Elain’s heart stopped beating and she took the opportunity to trace her thumb from his cheek down to the curve of his soft lips. He didn’t seem to be breathing.

“If this is a dream,” he said quietly, “it is a rather cruel one.”

Elain’s features drew as the words speared into her heart.

“It’s not a dream, Lucien.” she said softly.

Lucien could not bring his gaze back to hers. She wasn’t sure he had a pulse.

“Say it again.” he murmured. “So that I might believe you.”

Elain did not hesitate.

“It is not a dream, Lucien.” she repeated, even more gently this time.

Ever so slowly, Lucien leaned his head downwards, resting it against her own, his eyes remaining closed.

The cool kiss of twilight’s breeze danced between them.

“Just stay,” he whispered, to the wind, to the summer night, to the dying sun, blazing in the distance.

“Just stay a moment longer.” His voice was softer than the breath of violet clouds above.

How could such a soft sound come from such a sharp, clever mouth, she wondered.

And the bond between them, which had been wrecked and abandoned for so very long, glimmered like a lost light, like a lost flicker of hope in the darkest night.

Elain’s hands slid to the base of his neck and she gripped him as if the world was shattering around them. And perhaps it was.

“Lucien.” she whispered in wonder, as they sat in the meadow, foreheads leaning against one another, sharing the same sacred air. “What is this?”

The bond was teeming with something, with energy, with possibility, with chance.

He was still hardly breathing, unmoving beneath her hands.

“I don’t know-” he murmured back. “- I don’t know, Elain,”

Lucien rose his eyes to meet hers again then, and a world of longing that he worked so very hard to mask for months, for years, was all there, lingering on his beautiful face.

“But I would have waited a thousand years to feel your touch.”

Elain felt her heart start beating again and she looked to him.

Beneath that sea of yearning, of fear and desire shimmering in his features, was something more- another word she had never seen before.

A word glowing like a lost beacon in the darkest eventide.

And that word whispered-

Hope.

[jaeellec]

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If you would like to sample some snippets from the story to see if you're into it, check them out here.

There is also a playlist I made for the series here!

BLACK STAR - (Not Started/Not Posted) If Wandering Star is dark, then this prequel story of Carmen's time in Eventide is downright gritty. Glimpses will be given in WS, but this is the brutal uncut tale, and it takes place roughly around the events of Sabaody and the Summit War.

DAMN THE STARS - (Select Scenes/Not Posted) This is Wandering Star's sequel! It's a Kid Pirate story that runs parallel to the in-anime events ranging from just before Punk Hazard to the start of Wano. Still undecided how far I wanna take the mature content in this one.

There are also anime inserts to be written for my main character! While there are some earlier mentions, her first "official" in-anime appearance would start at episode 603 and (as of today) end at episode 1112. But I'm sure there will be more to come!

That should be a good start! Enjoy your adventure!

[candy8448]

Writing/Fic Masterlist

#i do a little fanfic

Ao3 | Wattpad

Fics:

All's been said

Open your eyes! (Ao3 link)

Lights

Don't trust

Sink deeper

The chain play the games! (LA)

One word writing prompts

Last sentence tag game

Link stumbles into a room, very injured

Oneshots collection

Orchard burning fic idea & uni's fic <- webhead's fic

Trident

SideQuest! (Creatures)

Splitting pain

Old Friend ch2

Trans writing

Febwhump2024 day 10 (alttp link)

Febwhump2024 day 13 (legend, warriors, wind)

Pinkie Fic

Video game tropes in fics

Legend on a raft fic idea

Timeshift stone (LU server 5th gift exchange)

Wind discovers swear words

Fic idea: impostor syndrome

Fic idea: portals tp them all to the same place

Leg kicks down a door <- nifty24's comic

GCSE english creative writing

Fic idea: dog senses

Fic Idea: shower storm & uni's fic

Fic idea: herobillitation

Snippet: legend and sky

Fic idea: legend's death due to adventures' affects

Fic Finding:

My favorite fics (recs)

Fic rec: eventide island (leg fic)

Leg and Time duo fics <- boketto's fic

TT03 Apprentice arc fic recs

[maple-writes]

No.5: Bad End

This uh... This was something I wrote last night 

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Not even the light of the full moon penetrated the forest canopy. Not even the rustle of the sea breeze in the pine drowned out his breath, sharp, rasping, desperate as he ran. Ran. Ran away from me. Me. My legs flew across the pine-needle ridden ground, fast, faster. I was getting close. I could hear him. I could hear him. Hear him. He was tiring. Soon. It was only a matter of time.

He cried out as his foot snagged under a gnarled root. His body fell. A thud and he rolled across the dirt and rocks and fallen needles. Fear flowed off him, cloudy. Like steam from a doused fire.

I stood over him, a grin spreading sharp across my face. Claws curled at my sides. Shadows drew nearer, pulled like light towards a black hole. Towards me. Grasses, shrubs, insects, they died at my feet, grey and brown and lifeless. And so too would he. So too. He knew it. oh he knew it too, didn’t he?

He scuttled backwards, shaking, trembling, scared. “P-please. Leave me alone!”

I dropped to a crouch, looming, leaning. Fear, terror, desperation poured from his skin, straight through the air and dying deep within the marrow of my bones. Past the fast-paced emotion, past the skin, past the bone, past the muscles, his soul waited. Sitting just within his ribs, it flared and pushed against it’s limits.

He thought he was going to die. He thought I was going to kill him. He thought this was the end. He thought. He thought.

I shot forward, slamming my hands against his shoulders. I held him against the damp cold ground. Fear raced cold and sharp through the palms of my hands. Through my skin, spiking my blood and coursing through me. My heartbeat drowned out his cries, fast, loud, in my ears. Fast, faster. He wasn’t going anywhere. No.

A clawed hand dragged across his chest, feeling, testing. Testing the edges, finding the weakest spot. Testing, until.

My hand snagged on the edge of his soul.

I tore it through the wall of his ribs into the cage of my fingers. The skin burned. He went limp, staring on the ground. My hands burned. I snarled, opened my mouth and crunched. His soul broke between my teeth. My mouth burned. It burned. It burned. My jaws fell open. What was left drifted away. Like mist. It drifted away, floating, disappearing like the mist on a morning lake.

The body lay still breathing. Still staring. There was nothing. Nothing anymore. A hole in the life that ebbed through the forest. A hole. Nothing. Nothing.

No foxes would scavenge the body. No birds would pick at the corpse. No insects would feed on the flesh. Here it would remain. Perfect, untouched. For so much longer than what was right. Then what was natural. Only the bacteria, the fungi, the plants which cared not for the state of it’s host would lay their claims on what lay here tonight.

[vellichor-virgo]

absinthe (makes the heart grow fonder)

blew off my schoolwork to write yet another fun little night's daughter snippet that doesn't fit into canon. inspired by the song “absinthe” by idkhow.

tw/cw: alcohol, sexual innuendos, and a smidge of romance

“If anyone asks,” Aedan says as Pollux passes the alcohol into his hand, “I’ve suddenly taken ill and retired for the night.”

“From Alcott’s lofty claims—” Iliana gestures with her chin toward the bottle, “—that may end up being true before night’s end.”

We’re sitting in a circle on the dining room floor, all dressed to the nines for the ball that we can faintly hear through the stone walls. It’s not yet midnight, but all of us have given up on the event. The night has been extraordinarily boring, even by my standards, so when Pollux cornered each of us in turn with a wicked grin and a bottle of spirits “strong enough to make you see stars”, it didn’t take much convincing for us to follow him and leave the ballroom behind.

Now, in a room lit by the flickering glow of a single lantern, we watch Aedan put the bottle to his lips. He grimaces, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before passing it on. “I think Iliana may be on to something.”

It’s Maia’s turn next. The first sip makes her cough; she nearly spills the alcohol down the front of her soft pink gown. “Gods above,” she splutters, hastily shoving the bottle in Iliana’s direction. “Where the hell did you get this from, Poll?”

Pollux’s mouth curves into his trademark smirk, brimming with mischief. “I made a new friend. Some emissary’s son. He was… very generous.”

Iliana takes a delicate sip and winces, but manages not to cough. Then she arches a brow at Pollux, pointedly eyeing his mussed hair and his shirt, unbuttoned to his chest. “Easily convinced, more likely.”

Pollux’s grin widens. His face is flushed, and there’s a hazy gleam in his eyes. I wonder just how much of the bottle he sampled on his own before he tracked us down. “It’s not my fault I’m as charming as I am handsome.”

“Harlot,” Maia mutters, drawing a laugh from me.

Pollux jabs a finger toward me. “You, Lady Celena, are not in a position to mock me.” He points between Iliana and me. “Did you think nobody noticed that mark on your neck? The one that happens to be the exact shade of red Ashstone paints her lips?”

My hand flies to my neck. Maia and Aedan both start to laugh. When I peek at Iliana’s face, I see that she’s trying not to smile.

“Did you know?” I ask her.

She holds her hands up in surrender. “I didn’t notice. Honestly.”

“And here I thought you were a good liar.”

Her smile breaks free, spreading across her crimson mouth. “The colour suits you, Lena.”

Blushing, I take the bottle from her hands and lift it to my mouth. The bitter herbal taste hits me before the burn does, fierce enough to make my eyes water. Warmth pools in the pit of my stomach.

“At least I wasn’t trading kisses for terrible liquor,” I say to Pollux, sliding the bottle back to him. The others burst into raucous laughter.

Pollux shakes his head at us, but he’s still grinning. “Ungrateful wretches, the lot of you.”

night's daughter taglist: @elhuei @writingbyjillian @wildswrites @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @zmlorenz @ghostsinthecupboards @cream-and-tea @chazzawrites @wannabeauthorzofija @strangerays @honeyscript @kahaaniyaa @viskafrer @hiddenhistoria @wisteria-eventide @ambsthom @bloodandmonsters @the-orangeauthor @writeblrfantasy

[zmwrites]

hello all! i am finally doing the thing!

basically i’ve hit a wall. and i’ve been working on this project forever without feedback (aside from tag games—which i am eternally grateful for). and i would like some godsdang validation!

so, things to know:

HERE is the wip intro for those of you unfamiliar with the project

i’m sharing six chapters, about 20k words, which constitutes “part one” of the book

the book is not done, nor has it been edited at all, so i’m not looking for feedback on the nitty gritty details. this is more to see if the general direction is interesting to people who aren’t me and if the characters are likeable outside of the fun snippets i’ve shared previously. and, as i said, some kind comments and validation would be appreciated as well but isn’t necessary if it isn’t deserved.

i’ll be sharing the section to each person individually, so everyone can comment freely without worrying about anyone other than me seeing them. as fun as the chaos of a shared google doc sounds, the privacy concerns are too great.

thank you to the people who interacted with my initial post about this idea for encouraging this!

HERE is the Google Form to sign up if you’re interested. i’ll start sending out docs tomorrow when i’m more awake!

taglists below the cut:

remnants: @starrywritingg, @elliotlpowell, @ayla-writes, @goldbonne, @draculinawrites, @wildswrites, @sinnerssaintsandcomplaints, @saint-orpheus, @akindofmagictoo, @stardustspiral, @josephinegerardywriter, @carminasolis, @wickerring, @wisteria-eventide

gen: @the-ichor-of-ruination, @professionalasshat, @writingbyjillian, @kitblogsthings

ppl who expressed interest in my initial post: @sleepyowlwrites, @pepperdee, @the-orangeauthor, @ashen-crest

[writeblrfantasy]

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snippets from acogs: dark, blank, or otherwise eerie nikolai

i'm very excited for you guys to meet the nikolai you would Not want to run into. you know the funny one? the flirty and kind one? this is not him. clocktenders lead a dark path.

He feels—empty. If he gives into it too much, he might develop an urge to unfreeze the clock again. It will do anything it can to convince him, forever seeking an outlet for the gods’ misplaced power inside of it.

That’s why he has the others. To pull him back when he needs it. To fill up his head with so much noise he can’t think.

In another reality, he gives in. In another reality, the Actium Empire isn’t together again and he has nothing to hold him back. In another reality, he has no one at all.

The thought doesn’t scare him as much as it should.

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Not only is the diadem and plum coat gone, replaced by his hooded cloak, Nikolai has lost his smile, his cheer, his friendliness.

He’s all back to business. Back to the gravity Kayani asked of him, wondered why it wasn’t there.

It’s there now.

“You—” Kayani can’t find the words, so they settle for staring instead. “Was it all an act?”

“No.” Nikolai shrugs, effortless. “I said I’d do anything to convince her, just like I told you. Nothing is as important as the Staarenclock. I don’t think you all realize that.”

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“You want to be seen. The sword said so. I am giving you the opportunity to be the most seen person in Actium. For Cyril’s sake, take it. I will not let you be the downfall of everything I have fought so hard to achieve.” His fingers tighten over hers, chipped black paint to white knuckles to the strained glare in his face. That morphs into something like a sneer, something so satisfyingly ugly that he only allows her to see for a few seconds. In the precious time he allots, she tilts her head to take it all in.

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“Nikolai unveiled,” she murmurs.

Six shocked eyes turn to her like wolves.

“What did you do with our Nikolai?” Saige demands.

Katya rolls her neck, comfortable like a cat the first time Nikolai came to collect her. In the wake of the fire raging under her skin, warmth settles. She is content. “I gave him a mirror more effective than the reflections of those swords. Nikolai’s perfect companion isn’t someone who is composed and capable of sweeping him up. They’re stable. They’d prove to him with gestures, not words, that they’re not going anywhere, that they won’t hurt him.”

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He’s dreaming, so why does he feel like he’s in another hellscape?

He lays his hands over his ears and puts his head in his hands, trying in vain to block things out. “Please, leave me alone.”

The ticking gets louder, faster.

“Go away,” he screams, “for the love of the gods, shut up!” He throws his hands up like he’s Cyril bending the world to his will, making the skies and light obey him on his word.

All sound instantly disappears, leaving him in a world of darkness.

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acogs taglist (lmk to be added/removed and goddammit i missed you guys) @magic-is-something-we-create @inkflight @spencer-nyx @writing-is-a-martial-art @ashen-crest @wisteria-eventide @nikkywrites @denkis-phone-charger @myhusbandsasemni @lynolord @ettawritesnstudies @golden-apple-s-blog @chazzawrites @pen-of-roses @47crayons @wickerring @sleepy-night-child @florraisons@faithfire @croctears

only one more week till i can edit!

[darling-jack]

WIP Tag Games

Tagged by @perilit ♡

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Yeehaw.

.... try not to judge me too hard.

the one idea- supernatural elements, canon divergent, angst

The Other One- sickfic with Young Arthur and Hosea

Red Dead Deception- pre-canon, OC-centric

LHsdkjgns- Dutch has weird hobbies

Bounty Wounty- Arthur and Dutch, H/C, canon divergent

bebies- Arthur and baby Jack, just a cute lil bonding fic

Arthur has anxiety :( - like it says on the tin lol

hooooooooors- A fic about Arthur's horse, beginning to end.

... for reference, Undone was titled "Garboog" and Eventide was "5vntord" so, yknow... I'm a champ at naming.

(Love to see what y'all got, @hoseadadthews and @whyyouacknsocraycray, and uh... honestly everyone, idk who writes anymore.)

[wundrousarts]

Some Silverborn ideas based on these emojis...

🕰️🌌 makes me think of the Skyfaced Clock and Eventide, which is fitting for a book that will explore more of Mog and her past/origins... the clock later on also makes me think of Ghostly Hours!

🕯️is likely the Black Parade. I really hope the "grr" snippet wasn't cut because I love it. I also hope the Parade isn't cancelled again because I'd love to see it through the perspective of Morrigan walking in it. If a Unit 920 member will have a "semi-importantish" role in the book, this would be the time to meet them.

🌳🎂 makes me think of the picnic snippet. Maybe a birthday for another 919 member?

🐙 intrigues me. Will we see an Octopuswun? I want to see an Octopuswun.

⛪️ is the church emoji... would love to get more lore on religion in Nevermoor, the Wundrous Divinities and the Divine Thing, etc...

🐉🩸💀📰🐉... is someone going to get killed at a dragon tournament? Someone's going to get killed at a dragon tournament aren't they... would they be killed by a dragon? Could the cover relate to this? (Could the "HAWTHORNE?!?" relate to this?) 🤔

Also the "teen Mog" snippet has Morrigan saying "I was there, I could help with the investigation" and I feel like it makes sense for her to be at a dragon tournament to support Hawthorne..... hmmm 🤔 🧐 👀

🕷️ I am going to be delusional and relate this to weaving. Because spiders weave webs... idk. More Wundrous Arts! More Wundrous Divinities! MORE WUNDER!

EDIT: did see someone say the spider could indicate Octavia, which makes way more sense and I do hope to see her? it? again.

🎂 the second time makes me think of Morrigan's birthday, since we know she turns 14 and it's "later in the book" and after the Christmas tree.

😭🥰😳😬 I have no clue if these are all related but I think it's kinda a funny sequence of emojis, lol. Perhaps Jupiter finds out about the apprenticeship at the end of the book? Perhaps this is something to do with Mog's mom, who Silverborn might start to explore? No clue. Excited to find out!

[sentfromwolves]

📝WIP Tag Game📝

tagged by @pinespittinink (i love you mwah) and this is a clusterfuck of a wip registry but here we go LOL 

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

🌠 THAT DAMNED SPACE NOVEL 🌠

🐺 DARK FANTASY BUT LESBIANS 🐺

🚨 THE CARFUCKER WIP 🚨

💝 ENCHANTED AT EVENTIDE 💝

🌺 CELESTIAL NIGHTS 🌺

🎨 LIKE NEON GUTS 🎨

🕊 CLEAVECROSS 🐍

🍫 COCOA & BUNNY 🐇

🌩 FIFTH SIN 🌧

👻 AMONG US GHOSTS & A MECHA NAMED FLOWER 👻

💥 THE WORLD BENEATH 💥

🐲 THE DRAGON NOVEL 🐲

I don’t have anyone to tag but if you see this and want to do it, consider me your tagger! Let’s spread some fun! 💝

[jackalsarchive]

WIP tag game

WIP tag game, swiped from @st0rmyskies and @drsteggy

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

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Ah shit, here we go. These are WIPs that I’ve either been working on lately, or ones that I would actually have information and answers to give lol. The rest in my folders are barely any snippets, not fully formed yet! So just these posted for now. 

1. Keep the Home Fires Burning  

2. Witchbottle

3. TH/HSH Wild bartender fic (title pending) 

4. Love Me for Life   

5. Wind Waker fic (title pending)  

6. Pleistocene (Interstadial)  

7. Baby Lamb 

8. Hare in the Teeth of a Hound

9. Eventide Island 

10. Cherub

11. A Grace Period

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Would anyone like a snippet of Ch. 2 of Fast Falls the Eventide, and I In It?