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[re-discover-communication]

I gave up

[mochinomnoms]

*crab raves in* hi welcome to my blog i diagnose you with simp syndrome, sorry its terminal *crab raves away*

about the author

pls call me mochi, i write twst, im kalim al-asim's #1 fan, and also jamil's #1 hater actually i change my mind im a rollo flamme hater it's on SITE mfcker. pls read my rules before requesting, terfs dont even bother i will fucking snap your godforsaken spine if you interact.

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The Private Thoughts (not) of a Moray (PTM)

rewrite the universe (and spit in the face of god) (RTU)

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, and Six is a Riot (2-3-6)

Remedies, Poisons, and Other Uses for Medical Herbs: An Apothecary's Guide (AAG) (TBA)

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Shrimpy Chronicles

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a floral inconvenience [HIATUS]

francesca [WIP]

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upcoming wips

content warnings

all content warnings will be entered before a post as “[cw]” and as “!content” for nsfw in tags. if you believe there is a tag or warning that needs to be added for blacklisting purposes (im not very good/aware of tagging tbh) please let me know and i will update as needed!

[physalian]

Seen a couple varieties of post on here in the realm of “nobody owes you fic comments” and… actually?

Some of the reasoning was like “you aren’t entitled to praise” or “maybe nobody commented because it’s bad and it helps you write better” which is… you’re supposed to interpret my silence as constructive criticism is not great. Or, the big one, “write for yourself”.

Cool.

First of all, nobody "owes" you fic comments? I'm sorry, is this a new bitcoin I haven't heard of? Is there a bank collecting interest on fic comments? Do you have a strict budget of commentability? Ffs you should want to comment and show that you like something, you gatekeepy cynic.

I write plenty for myself. If I choose to post what that writing is online, I am doing so because I am seeking engagement. Every fic out there is posted under the presumption that the writer wants feedback, otherwise you could easily disable comments, likes, kudos, and shares. Even if somebody in the notes says “y’all don’t have to read this I’m just archiving it”

… Do you really believe they mean that and wouldn’t be excited that somebody gave kudos anyway? Have you ever met people?

Saying this because writing is supposed to be fun. I love writing for myself, but the moment I decide to share it with others, the whole of my enjoyment of my craft is split right down the middle, 50% ‘I’m happy with this’ and 50% ‘are you happy with this?’.

If I’m not getting feedback, I will keep it to myself. Time is the one thing you can’t get back and if I get a more positive and healthy experience just keeping shit to myself and not risking silence from the void, then I’ll do that, and you won’t get fic. Not here holding fic hostage or anything, but if I’ve only got 8 hours out of my week to write and one private WIP makes me happy while one pubic WIP is just a reminder that no one likes it… I’m going to put the effort into the private one, the one that’s written for me.

Now I’ve never largely participated in fandom in the first place and am utterly shocked whenever anything I write for older fandoms gets engagement and I’m not posting with the mindset of “if this doesn’t get 5 kudos fuck ‘em” it’s a subconscious thing.

It’s a “Imma try this out. Oh, ok, well posting online feels no different than keeping it to myself and in fact the act of getting nowhere makes me feel a little worse, so never mind let’s take that down and go back into the safe space of a private Word doc.”

The act and love of writing is not intrinsically tied to the approval of our readers. The act of sharing our writing is.

Especially with fanfic: fic is designed for sharing, it's the act of showing love and support over a beloved story.

And this weird idea of “only good fics get kudos” is like… babe, people gotta start somewhere. I’ll read a lot of “bad writing” that has a good idea just executed poorly and still have something positive to say. It’s not hard. Being nice takes, like, 5 seconds.

Tap the kudos, send the bare minimum of a heart emoji through the comment, hit submit, and go about your day. You’re not out here rewarding “bad fic” with attention. We can all tell which fics are of higher quality and one little comment isn’t going to turn a bad writer into an egomaniac. You aren't rewarding bad writing, you're telling a hopeful writer "I see you over there standing awkwardly in the corner, here come join the rest of us, it's okay, we're here to have fun".

All of this shit is free. They write for free, your account is free, kindness is free.

So be kind.

[solavelyan]

Introspection for week 1 of @the-wip-project's Getting to know your story (through writing it).

I've really fallen out of the habit of doing regular solo writing in the last year or so (or… kind of longer than that, 2023 was comically horrible for us), so I signed up for this as an accountability thing to help me get back into it.

And then in the leadup to it I outlined a separate thing and realized, well, that's not really the point of the WIP Project thing, is it? So I grabbed another idea from the barrel that I keep putting off because I could never get my thoughts together to make a useful outline. We're wingin' it.

The characters are super familiar to me, but I'm grabbing them from a period of time where their motivations and drives are different from what I'm used to, specifically to force myself to ask if they've already developed the traits that make them who they will be in the future -- and a lot of the time so far, the answer has been "kinda but mostly not really", which is exciting to me.

And obviously it's fanfic, that's why I'm posting this on my Dragon Age sideblog (but I did sign up with ~bogunicorn I promise it's just me)

Set in 9:34 in Ostwick right after the Qunari uprising in Kirkwall, Thayet Trevelyan is a Templar in the Ostwick Circle -- a position that she took in order to protect her younger brother, who is her father's illegitimate son. Her closest friend and ally is Aeryk, the First Enchanter who ended up in a southern Circle after fleeing Tevinter 11 years ago. When she manages to convince her mother's family that her half-brother is actually her full brother so that they'll collect him from the Circle and bring him to Minrathous for freedom and education, she also finagles a legal escape from Ostwick for Aeryk -- with the condition that they marry before they make it back to Minrathous. They make it to Tevinter's capitol, and then… I don't know because I haven't gotten there but I hope it's good drama.

I've written Thayet a lot, especially in private storylines with my partner, and only gotten to write Aeryk a bit, since he's the wife's character that I have some shared custody of (which means I enjoy writing him a ton, I love him, he's so cool). Their interplay is really fun to write, especially when it feels so different from an RP-style narrative; when you do that kind of writing, the audience for it is really just the people writing the narrative and pretty much nobody else, so I tend to put in jokes or asides that I think will make my partner laugh or that I find fun but cheap. But if I'm writing for an audience of people I'm not in direct conversation with, the relationship with the audience is totally different, so the places in the narrative where there might be in-jokes, or very long conversations that are allowed to meander, or some other signs of RP-as-an-activity that don't really apply to solo writing, I end up having to fill in with details that anchor them so they're readable to strangers.

My wife is beta reading for me, and my first draft of the first chapter had some pacing issues that were making the foundation shaky, so to speak. It was just a bit too quick, and while the romance was certainly there, it was relying too much on the vibes of the other fanfic that it's sort of spun off from, when I really don't want to make that a pre-requisite read. In adding trying to mend a janky transition, I ended up going with a completely different tone than I expected.

I often end up feeling like my first draft of a thing lays down the text, and the second going forward are like laying moss on top of it to make the text more subtext-y. That was definitely true of what I worked on this week.

Initially, they got into a pretty nasty fight! It was damage grinding against damage and making sparks, and while I do love that for them, I had an issue with the transition between subjects in the conversation that I asked for help ironing out. And when I filled in the empty space that was fucking up the pacing, the tone went somber and stayed that way.

And I like it a lot more, because both characters are really showing off the inherent conflict in their flaws. I think it's more effective to see them both tired and beaten down and kind of disappointed rather than raising their voices or being openly dismissive of each other. They're both acting from places of shame and wanting to prevent more damage in the future, neither of them are advocating for the wrong thing, but their trouble to communicate comes directly from wanting to do the right thing and not knowing what to say to get there. And I find this internal conflict more compelling in the second draft, I think.

This is shaping up to be about trying hard to do the right thing when you have no good options, and also about self-doubt and finding your worth in situations that make you feel like you have none. And (this IS a romance) about holding onto the people you care about the most even when everything is trying to keep you from being happy with them.

Finally, one fucking fic that isn't inherently about the nature of grief. Nature must be healing a little bit.

[squarebracket-trickster]

Find the Words tag

THANK YOU to the following fantastic humans (and others in human disguises):

@sam-glade, whose words for me are honey, fruit, tea, bread and young, old, new, used.

@tabswrites, whose words for me are find, blink, break, fear.

@writernopal, whose words for me are ache, mortal, ancient, divine.

@captain-kraken, whose words for me are need, lost, soft, bite.

@autumnalwalker, whose words for me are please, space, surprise, melancholy, unassuming.

@gottestod-writes, whose words for me are mother, green, fold.

@sarandipitywrites, whose words for me are warm, need, again, why.

@awleeofficial, whose words for me are shock, love, clock, colorful.

I think I'll tag (no pressure, of course): @forthesanityofstorytellers, @mundanemoongirl, @crowandmoonwriting, @ijustwritehonestly, @aziz-reads, @nacricissa (again hehe), @silverslipstream, @full-on-sam, @sender-paulson, and @starbuds-and-rosedust

I love when the people I tag @ me and/or link back to my post. I love it when you reblog my post with questions, compliments, words of encouragement about my WIP, or even no comment at all. But please make your own post to complete this tag. Please do not turn my post into a reblog chain.

Thy words be: silver, gold, daylight, evening

Actual Find the Words below the cut because... this uhhh... this is going to be loooooong...

Honey and Again

Agnes, is a joy, full of stories and deep laughs, an energy sweeter than the honeyed and white-sugared pears that pulls me every now and again from my musings and drags the slightest of smiles to the corner of my cheek.

Fruit

After our meal a pageboy brings a plate of breney to our table – hard, unleavened bread dipped in a fruit compote of currants, dates, and pine nuts steeped in red wine, vinegar, mace, and sandalwood.

Tea - alas, nothing.

Bread

Is Prince Philip the kind of man who buries his nose inside a loaf of white bread, fresh out of the oven?

Young, Need, and Mother

"[...] Have his son, do away with him while the boy’s still young and needs his mother to manage his inheritance, and… don’t get caught.”

Old

Frail old man is not exactly how I would describe Ieuan. Old, yes. But he has set us a grueling pace.

New

The morning dew begins to collect on the leaves and woodland becomes colder, wetter with each new fall of rain.

Used and Again

“I won’t be used again.”

Blink

If I had blinked I would have missed the flash of silver in the moonlight.

Break

His eyes flick to my face and lock with mine. I break first.

Fear

I can’t keep the fear from my eyes.

Ache

The earth is raised around the tree and remains thankfully dry where I sit and nurse the aches in my legs and feet.

Mortal - alas, nothing.

Ancient - ah, yes! My favourite line in the whole WIP so far!

The land rises and falls like the shoulders of a giant that ripple as he wakes from an ancient slumber; and from deep between the dips in the hills, where the river beds are still dry from a long summer, comes a groan so low and so deep it cannot be heard but felt keenly, a shiver in the bones.

Divine and Find

By some divine grace I find the energy for it all.

Lost

“Perhaps the assassins got lost on the way here? [...]"

Soft

“Afternoon,” I tell him, though by the time he wakes the daylight has gone soft with the early evening glow.

Bite

But I have to bite back the urge to suggest he watch.

Please

“Aldis, lady?” Henry says, “please let me gut them.”

Space

But there is another small room off the hall – the drawing room, a more private space than the parlour, meant for the women of the house and their family to converse.

Surprise

The man grunts in surprise and grabs me by the sleeve.

Melancholy - alas, nothing.

Unassuming - alas, nothing.

Green

The hills flatten, the evergreens give way to deciduous trees, the forest turns from rich green to gold and red, and far ahead the spires of Aubemote Castle pierce the golden sky.

Fold

“Did you get something for yourself?” I ask him as I fold over the hem of the left sleeve of the kirtle.

Warm and Find

The air is warm and windless and smells only of salt if you take the time to find it.

Why

“Luck has gotten me this far. Why not?”

Shock

“So you’ll have to get over the shock of seeing a lady in her kirtle.”

Love

Henry hesitates. An unfortunate thing for a man who refuses to fall in love with me.

Clock - alas, nothing.

Colourful, Again, Old, and Young

The tents thin again, they are smaller now and less colourful, and the men around them are older and younger, thinner and smaller.

Phew! That took a while! 'twas much fun though! I love the way this tag game forces me to pay attention to sentences I otherwise wouldn't notice, and I love what it can reveal about my little idiosyncrasies. Apparently I like the phase, "bite back" a lot. Didn't know that about myself haha.

[mad-bird-writes]

Echo's OC Collection

I've played enough video games and TTRPGs to have amassed a small collection of OCs that I'm both fond of and happen to have enough lore on to warrant writing about them. Here are a few of my favourites (this list is subject to change/addition, and will be included below the cut because it got HELLA long)

(also! tagging @dominaarts and @transman-badass because it's been a hot minute since I did, if anyone else would like to be added to this tag list and be alerted to new WIPs and other interesting tidbits, let me know! <3

Name: Clara J. Manning Universe: Cthulhu Mythos, Call of Cthulhu: Masks of Nyarlathotep (actual play podcast here) (1920s, Cthulhu Mythos, occult horror etc.) Age: mid-twenties Appearance: short stature, average build, grey eyes, blonde and slightly curly hair cut into a bob, steel-rimmed spectacles Character: an antiquarian by trade, Clara has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and adventure, and an innate curiosity that sometimes leads her to commit rash, impulsive acts. What she lacks in social grace and politesse she more than makes up for in earnestness and enthusiasm, and is fiercely loyal to her friends, colleagues and loved ones. Via a series of curious events in Innsmouth, she met Private Investigator Jack Malone (character property of Seth Skorkowsky, used with the permission given in his videos) and is pursuing a relationship with him.

(note: where this character is concerned, I will not be taking the end of the campaign I played with her as "canon" (because things got heartbreaking and complicated, poor lass...), instead simply using her in her pre-campaign state and the city of Arkham as a backdrop for potential fics)

***

Name: Madeline "Mad" Roz (née Harroway)

Universe: homebrew Mythras campaign Centralia: The Rise of Lazarus (actual play podcast here) (mid-2010s, urban fantasy/horror, vampires)

Age: 35 (at death)

Appearance: short stature, very slim/borderline underweight build, long black hair with a side-cut, unnaturally green eyes, extreme pallor associated with vampirism

Character: formerly a doctor, Madeline was turned against her will and thrust into a long-running battle between good and evil, order and chaos, magick and reality. Initially very reserved, blunt, and cold thanks to a personal loss and unprocessed grief, over time she came to open up to her newly-found friends and state of being. Since her turning, she has been introduced to chaos magick, believing her newfound abilities to stem from a green-eyed serpent living inside her chest. Whether this is true or simply a hallucination taken at face value has never been confirmed, but like her vampirism, she has since made peace with this unconventional state of being. Nowadays, she lives with her partner-turned-husband, Edgar Roz, a former detective turned "knight" of the city formerly known as Centralia, Pennsylvania. She operates an obscure pirate radio station and acts as a guiding voice for anyone feeling as lost as she once did.

***

Name: Six/Courier Six/The Courier

Universe: Fallout: New Vegas (post-apocalyptic, weird sci-fi/pulp, power struggle, faction war, the trials and tribulations of an anarchic society)

Age: unknown

Appearance: average height, slightly athletic build, short, unstyled auburn hair, hazel eyes, gunshot wound scar on right-hand side of forehead, surgical scars all over scalp

Karma: neutral-to-good, varying

Faction: Independent/Wild Card, honorary Follower of the Apocalypse

(anything I write about Six could take place at any point on this long, sprawling and downright convoluted timeline of events and beyond...)

Character: having essentially started her life from scratch upon waking up in Goodsprings with a healing brain injury and very few accessible memories, Six has learned to define herself based on how others react to her - common descriptors used are "unpredictable", "way, way too goddamn cheerful", or simply "fucking crazy" - this last after she marched into the Tops Casino with nothing but a knife concealed under a borrowed dress to confront the man who killed her... and walked back *out* the following morning, having left the man alive and unhurt.

Yeah, Boone was never able to wrap his head around that one.

Willing to lend a hand wherever she was needed, and kill those who needed killing, Six made many friends (and a good few enemies) on her madcap journey across the Mojave and beyond. She found the treasure at the heart of the fabled Sierra Madre, and left it to rot with the man who'd dragged her there in the first place (minus one gold bar, of course.) She survived having her organs stolen (and returned) by a maurauding group of mad scientists. She crossed the Divide.

And, after all that, she took Hoover Dam. Not for the NCR, not for Caesar, not even for Mr House (him, she'd murdered, in what rumour and gossip would call an impulsive grab for power, but she could only call a mercy stroke), but for Vegas itself.

The Queen of Hearts, they call her now.

[fallen-in-dreams]

Title: Special Delivery

Pairing: Hyuuga Hinata/Uchiha Sasuke

Rating: Teen

Summary: Hinata always had problems dealing with conflict. She avoided it at all costs. But when *he* catches her eye, she decides to throw caution to the wind and say “hi”.

Author’s note:  Hiya. Long time no read, I guess. It’s been five months since I posted anything, wip or not. Over a year since my last one-shot, and one month more than that since the last SasuHina. Time flies. ❤️ I’ve been trying to write what comes out. Exorcise my fanfiction burnout, so to speak. This one-shot is just a short rambly thing I wrote up so it’s only edited to the bare minimum and definitely not well thought out. Just a few low-key feels that I didn’t realise until it was done that I’d projected into it, introspectively. So yeah, Hinata’s my conduit and exorcism is a bitch. But, let’s hope it goes well. 😂 With all that said, enjoy. :)

Warnings/tags: Anxiety.

Mr Kurota has been her delivery man for a month now, since Yukina-san left the company.

Hinata had never known a man more forward with his affections . Raised in the Hyuuga household, she’d been subjected to many comments from older people on her appearance. Most of which were misogynistic in nature. It took her over a decade to process it all enough to come to that conclusion. To realise she’d bottled up hate against them. Something she still had trouble letting go.

But this man? She shuddered. He was a pervert, pure and simple. No skirting around it to pretend he was just concerned for her welfare. No backhanded compliments. Just straight, vile and depraved comments.

No, don’t think about that.

Hinata pressed her back against the wall of her apartment, her eyes on the door as the man knocked again.

Go away.

She took a deep breath and held it. 

Just leave the package outside like you normally do and go .

She was beginning to think Ino was right. She should switch delivery companies. Or at least stop ordering from places that used them. Easier said than done, since she hated change almost as much as she despised confrontation.

She closed her eyes and waited. Normally he would call her name before grumbling and leaving the parcel in front of her door. He was currently standing outside the door, silently. She just wanted him to go .

Hinata never put her last name on the delivery note. The company asked for given and family names but she just put Hina for her first name and H. for the last name. The guy had her address but didn’t know her full name and her public persona was all set to private. And her apartment building had an excellent security force. High paid. Well trained. And there were cameras on every level. Her father would not have let her leave home without all the safety measures.

I’m fine.

No, she wasn’t fine. The anxiety built up in her body and she had to slap a hand on her mouth to keep from making any sound. It reached inside her and tore her throat out. Dread. Fear. Foreboding. She clasped her free hand around her own throat as the man knocked again.

Hinata tried not to hum, like she usually did. No weird noises of discomfort. She tried to be quiet . Draw no attention to herself.

Go away, go away. Please.

She couldn’t stand the feeling any longer. But a moment later, she heard the sound of his footsteps moving away from the door. The vignette of black splotches at the edge of her vision began to disappear and she inhaled a shaky breath. She gave herself a few minutes to calm down before moving her feet.

Hinata peered through her peephole.

He was definitely gone.

A hand on her heart as her accelerated pulse finally started to subside, Hinata opened the door to collect her package. She looked down, eyes going wide.

No.

He didn’t leave it by the door. Only a note to come collect it at the collection point.

Shit.

About an hour later she got a text telling her she could pick up her parcel the next day.

Hinata was in the middle of her online study when it came through. She put down her stylus pen and peered at her mobile phone, then let out a sigh of relief. The respite lasted for all of five seconds before she remembered this meant she was going to have to go down to the company, in person.

What if he’s there?

What if people look at her funny for not answering her door? Or worse yet, mention it ? Gods.

She tried to focus on her studies. She even went out with Ino for drinks that night to calm her nerves. But the hangover wasn’t worth it and by the time the next morning came, Hinata was still a wreck. She had no choice. There was no way to get them to try delivering again .

So she raised her chin in a faux show of confidence and marched down to the office.

Hinata cringed as the bell above the door chimed when she opened it. There were several other people in the office but none looked over at her. She sighed and took a deep breath.

“Hang on, darling!”

She cringed again, but the comment hadn’t been directed at her.

Still standing by the door, Hinata fumbled with her bag, uncertain. This delivery company only had two drivers: a middle-aged woman who could lift more weights than Hercules and the pervert . But when the man nearby who bore the Konoha Shipping Service insignia on the back of his shirt stepped up to reception, Hinata realised she’d never seen him before.

It wasn’t Mr Kurota.

It… wasn’t him .

Hinata blinked owlishly at the man. With dark hair and nonchalant posture, he was about her age, lean and very attractive. Aristocratic bone structure. The kind that would have her mother swooning and looking for a way to invite him over to Sunday brunch. Hinata could see him as someone her parents would try to foist on her.

This set the fire of her anxiety racing.

Hinata quickly stepped behind one of those tall potted plants as the man turned towards her and away from the receptionist. A very leafy Rubber Plant. She had to duck a bit but he didn’t see her. Hinata peered through the leaves and saw that he wasn’t even looking in her direction.

The receptionist was ogling him but he wasn’t leaning in. Wasn’t flirting back. His eyes on the clipboard in his hands, he seemed unconcerned about her attention. His brows furrowed, he seemed annoyed by something on his roster. A minute later, he was done brooding and strode out, not looking back.

Hinata waited for a breath after he left, chastising herself, before heading to the reception.

“Hi, honey,” the woman cooed. She was about the age of Hinata’s mother. All smiles. Very forward as she scrutinised the shy woman in front of her. “Here to pick up a parcel?”

Hinata nodded and handed over the appropriate document, her thoughts still stuck on the handsome stranger.

“Well it’s bad luck for you that you weren’t home to pick it up,” the receptionist was saying. Musabi, her name tag said. “The new driver is a sight better looking than the last.”

Hinata nodded politely even as she internally screamed for the woman to hurry up.

“The other one’s out with the flu,” Musabi continued, “and we finally got rid of the old man, so we’ve just had the one driver this week. He’s such a looker!” She gushed. “If I were only fifty years younger!”

So this meant her panic attack was for nothing? Hinata fought the frown pushing its way onto her face. No. She’d have panicked anyway. Just in a very different way.

“Here you go, dear.”

Hinata bowed respectfully and took her parcel without a word. It might have been rude but she’d used up her quota for the day. As she left, she considered going to that Sushi and Ramen Drive Thru nearby before heading home.

And still, the mysterious stranger lingered on her mind. She suddenly wished she hadn’t hidden behind that plant, but it was a non-issue. It was done. At least she could finally relax.

Besides, what was she supposed to say, “sorry I missed you at my home but I was hiding behind the door and wishing for you to leave, thinking you were someone else, but now I see you’re hot so let’s get coffee”?

She smiled at the silliness of it all. But maybe I can answer the door next time .

Maybe.

Hinata didn’t have much time to think about that delivery guy in the following week. She was bogged down in her online art studies and distracted by her friends who were the only things pushing her to go out these days. Other than work.

Ah, work. Her five days a week, three hour shifts data entry job. She was very good at it. But it bored her to tears. Her father would be disappointed.

She didn’t shop much, but it was always online where she could make it work. It was almost two weeks after her waste-of-a-time anxiety attack when Hinata’s next package was due. And this was a little more important than her matcha tea and a few beauty products.

She waited for delivery like a nervous hen.

Because no matter what her cousin Neji said, she wasn’t interested in being a coward. (Though he’d worded it more politely than that.) She wanted something… more.

She just wanted to say hi.

Hinata read and reread the text on her phone saying the parcel was being dropped off that morning. But this time, despite the nerves fluttering up in her chest, she was feeling okay. Focused on her course assessment, she only allowed herself a light smile as she worked.

It was an hour before the knock startled her out of her immersion.

And panic set in.

Shaking, she set her stylus again and tried to remember it wasn’t the pervert this time. He’d been fired, from the sounds of it. And the middle-aged weight lifting woman wasn’t a bother, even if a bit loud. But she was hoping the handsome stranger had picked up the delivery route of Mr Kurota.

Hinata had no explanation for her weird expectations. She just wanted to say hi?

Why?

To prove she could? Or because she was hoping for something else? The last man she liked on sight had turned out to be a bit more on the loud and obnoxious side. She’d persevered through the relationship but it had left her battered and exhausted most of the time. It hadn’t been his fault she’d had to let him go.

I need to answer the door.

She needed to do this. If for no reason other than she could. The stranger was irrelevant in that context.

Hinata wrapped her hand around the doorknob and paused for a moment. Breathe. In. Out. She turned it, imagining suddenly the look on the man on the other side. Was he surprised? Bored? Uninterested? Kind of annoyed?

As it turned out, he wasn’t even looking at her. He’d dropped his eyes to the parcel in his hands for a moment, like he was double-checking the address. Then he looked up at her and shifted his slouching posture into a more dominant one and bowed lightly. It must be company policy to do so, since she’d seen him blatantly ignore the receptionist, Musabi.

But he was exactly how she remembered him.

The man watched her intensely. A light blush was creeping up his cheeks and she wondered if he’d forgotten how to say hello.

Hinata blinked. And after a few tries, she finally got the word out. “Hi.”

He seemed to relax as he smiled. It wasn’t a huge, wide “let’s be great friends smile”. It was professional and courteous. But the corner of his mouth twisted almost imperceptibly into a hidden smirk.

“Hi,” he said, and she felt a jolt of something shocking but pleasant ripple through her body.

“Hi,” she repeated unthinkingly. Hinata felt her face heat up in embarrassment.

His gaze flickered down over her body quickly then back to her face. Unobtrusive. Observant. But not lingering. And maybe a little calculating.

“Package for Hina?”

“Hinata.”

He quirked an eyebrow and she flushed again. She probably resembled a tomato at this point.

“My-my name’s Hinata.” She had no idea why she was telling him.

“Hinata.” He rolled her name over his tongue and her eyes dropped to the movement as he licked his lips.

Hinata cleared her throat.

He just smiled. This one reached his eyes. He handed the package out to her. “I’m Sasuke.”

She nodded, now looking down at the box in his hand. Their fingers brushed as she grabbed the edge of the parcel. It was her new Touch Tablet. Her current one was over five years old and she’d finally accepted her need to upgrade. It would also make her upcoming assessments a breeze.

Hinata hesitated, catching Sasuke’s eyes as he stared into her soul. She had no idea eyes could do that.

He leaned casually against her door jamb and crossed his arms over his chest. “You busy right now?”

Yes.

She had a tonne of work to do. But Hinata shook her head.

What am I doing?

She was just supposed to prove to herself she could say hi to him, right? He wasn’t the pervert. Her anxiety could take a hike.

Sasuke cocked his head in the direction of the elevators. “There’s a cafe downstairs that I’ve been wanting to try out. Their Okaka comes with tomatoes.”

A light tinge of pink highlighted his face and Hinata blinked heavily, her brain finally working. “Aren’t you working right now?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. His sudden shyness was cute. She couldn’t help but smile. “I can take a lunch break for an hour. You want to join me? No pressure.”

“Okay?”

He let out a deep breath. “Okay?”

Hinata nodded. “I’ll grab my purse.”

Sasuke smirked. “We’re just going downstairs.”

She felt a rush of confidence. “It’s my treat.”

He argued with her over it as they took the elevators. He’d asked her out. He should pay. Hinata would ultimately let him do it, but it was nice to meet a guy who held true to etiquette.

And just like that, he’d chased her nerves away. For an hour.

Now she had to worry how their next date would go.

But I can do this.

[thegeminisage]

for posterity (and so i can close the tab), i'm posting screenshots of the private skip/watch list i made for friends only - since i was too big of a dummy and didn't liveblog my initial tos watchthrough, to my ETERNAL FUCKING WOE, this is as close as i'm ever getting. sad! DISCLAIMER that i disagree with my past self on some of the skip/watch verdicts so please use the official spreadsheet (still a wip) as a guide if you're looking for that kind of thing.

of note from this first screencap: dagger of the mind, which i continue to feel normal about for no particular reason and definitely not relating to a movie with a brainwashing chair that came out in 2014. the corbomite manuever, which i dismissed at first and then came around to liking better later because of the little character moments. conscience of the king, which was actually the first trek episode i ever watched before i went back and did them all in official order (mistake, production order is better) and which of course got me into this mess. squire of gothos, which has this scene that inspired this fanfic. don't text.

it's also worth mentioning that i had to watch not one not two but THREE bad to mid episodes before i hit naked time and enemy within and then they put me right back in it with mudd's women. if i hadn't already seen conscience of the king and knew what was up i would have fucking quit. and that's why production order is superior

of note for this batch: the city on the edge of forever, in which a lot of important stuff happened, but also spock wore a little hat. catspaw, which is the first time i had an inkling of the idea that would later spawn this powerpoint (this is what "giving john crichton" means ifykyk). mirror mirror, which i didn't get until like a week later and then went insane over. metamorphosis, which made me so frothing mad it's unreal.

of note here: the immunity syndrome, which i have rewatched 60000 times for the spones. return to tomorrow, during which my eyes were dinnerplates start to finish. by any other name, which truly had so much going on including what i know in my heart was a tarsus iv reference. bread and circuses, which did indeed make me blush when bones pushed spock against the wall and spock went "really doctor?" i still can't think about it.

of note: the enterprise incident, which again caused mental illness related to the previously linked powerpoint. the paradise syndrome, which was the only amnesia episode, the first time kirk and spock mindmelded on screen, and so utterly fucking racist that all of that stuff was absolutely ruined beyond belief; i instantly moved to a google doc and to write down my mind palace version that doesn't involve All Of That. the one-two punch of the world is hollow + the empath, which made me a bones understander. the tholian web, which made me bonkers because i love a good fake death. plato's stepchildren, sections of which i had to watch through my fingers.

finally, of note for this batch: whom gods destroy, which unexpectedly brought back the brainwashing chair and excited me so much i had to pause the episode to collect myself. that which survives, bc the looney toons sfx made me scream laugh. requiem for methuselah, which genuinely induced a november 5th-like mania i didn't think i'd ever feel again. all our yesterdays, which was the worst i'd EVER felt for a space babe. and finally, turnabout intruder, which introduced "it's better to be DEAD than to be in the body of [x]" into my own personal lexicon.

ok that's everything! we have nine episodes left of tos to go back and watch before we move onto tng, but i know in my heart that tos will always be my favorite. i'll miss you tos :(

[mcalhenwrites]

A break from social media and how I use it has really been good for me. I need to be careful not to be sucked back in again. I should aim to mostly just post updates, but I do want to talk about my characters/writing as well. I will continue promoting my book, and ofc my Patreon and KoFi which are both "MCalhen" ;) I've been thinking about taking most (not all) of my fics and original works out of the private collection on AO3. I have a dilemma with one fandom (it's a nightmare circus of drama and several authors were chased out or hurt well before me), but I hope to eventually have the nerve to overcome that and say, "Too bad, you have to put up with the existence of my writing alongside yours. Get over it." Another thing is that Rascal isn't coming out of the collection. I plan to delete it. It's getting edited, I'm adding a couple of scenes I think would benefit the storytelling, and I'm publishing it. :) I'm on the fence about whether or not to release the original Seasons with comments closed, bc while it might be fun to compare it to the new one... so many things have been improved. Maybe it's also important to realize that if someone is that fixated on saying an earlier draft is permanent, that's a them issue and has nothing to do with me. A lot of my current WIPs are divided between if I'm going to publish them or post them on AO3. I have a few that I'm uncertain about either way. I want to share some work for free, and I have some stuff that's dark enough, self-publishing isn't much of an option right now. Note that when I promote my patreon and kofi, it's for original writing and art. No fanfic or fanart. The only link it has to AO3 is that I draw sketches of things from original stories posted to AO3. I will never post commercial links to the site, as that is against TOS. Seasons will always be free. Which leads to another thought: I wonder if I could get away with crossposting it to any sites? (I considered fictionpress.) I'm feeling better and want to keep sharing my work. I want to keep monetizing some of it. I want to be an author. I also really want to share things for free. Seasons is one of those stories that resonates a lot with people, and I know how badly I've always needed a story like that told. It's why I write, is to tell stories I need. But that one is... uniquely special and personal. I always want it to be accessible without any paywall. But I still need to make a living. So some books will be sold. Some will not. Just slap me if I ever get to be one of those big names who thinks I can do whatever I want, like those people on AO3 who say that they won't update their fics unless you pay them on patreon. (That's something you report to AO3 as a violation btw) I don't know where a good place to ramble about my stories is - probably here, since people can send me asks about characters and stories - but I'd like to do that, bc I enjoy doing it. :'D Anyway, I have my goals mostly figured out. Maybe someday I can post more of my work without hiding it away (yes, what you see is a fraction of what I write). Maybe I can also publish and make enough money to afford things I need, including a house with a yard and garden.

[thesavagemuffin]

WIP (NOT) WEDNESDAY

got tagged by @onlymeandlife thank you :>!

I've been mostly preoccupied with a bunch of other stuff that's currently going on in my life but that just gives me more of a reason for escapism so I actually got some stuff I can share fhjgasf

Games Started a new playthrough of CP77. Haven't played a full blunt melee build yet so that's what I'm going for. Also since I always struggle with playing an asshole character in RPGs (unless it's SWTOR) I decided I'd go for that as well and the natural lifepath to pick for that was of course corpo. So far I've already upset Judy and I'm not proud of it. I've also been playing a bit of Palia and Avatar Frontiers. Otherwise when I feel like playing something but I can't decide what, I always enjoy playing on a private classic WoW server.

Character Creation Been working on a new character for a D&D campaign that might start around the end of this month. Felt like playing something very different to what I usually go for, so I made an old Loxodon lady with a straw hat that grew up as a hermit in the middle of the forest and is about to explore a whole new world she hasn't seen yet. She's very excited about that and ready to collect a bunch of leaves and cook some nice stews for her soon to be companions. She's also a druid so obviously I'm gonna use my powers to talk to any plants and animals I come in contact with.

Writing Got two CP77 pieces in the works but so far I mostly just got an outline written down. One is about my OC Oslo that'll be about a moment in his past right before some shit went down. I kinda want to explore his relationship to his old friends in it, especially his ex partner, and just write a bit about the home he grew up in since he's originally from London and not NC. The other one ties into some events that happened in RP but also explores one of my characters backgrounds. It's about a character that deals with amnesia due to a traumatic event (and a rogue AI) and a situation happens that triggers some memories - some of them good but plenty of them not so much. It's nothing I'll post online but there you go :>.

Art I've been mostly sticking to fooling around with the symmetry tool. It's nice and fun and great for character sheets, which is also something I'm working on for some of my OC's. WIP of Rad, Alfan, and Lochlainn. With Locky I'm still figuring out his design and I'm not entirely happy with what I got right now. I also got some commissions I'm working on but I'll post those when they're done. Whenever I find some motivation and energy I want to work on some full body poses as well.

Gonna tag a couple of people but if you've already been tagged or don't feel like it, no pressure :3! @brammariek @sicc-nasti @scrumptioussynths @wraithsoutlaws @rindemption @mth3gr34t @noirapocalypto @fourtyfaregates @scarecrowshindig

[quiets-cradle]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

:D thanks for the tag plant!

How many works do you have on AO3?

two as of right now! i’ve put a few in a private collection so those aren’t up for public viewing atm

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

13972

3. What fandoms do you write for?

funnily enough, most of my fics that i’ve put up have been for bnha. i haven’t been in the fandom for literal years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

me n my two fics hdkajd

the immutable bond between craiglister and craiglistee (16 kudos)

a hunting dog’s lullaby (2 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try! but sometimes i forget or overthink until i forget. if it’s someone i’m familiar with though i’ll absolutely respond

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely a hunting dog’s lullaby. the craigslist fic is crack treated seriously there is no shot that’s beating dog imagery mcgee in this

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

yeah the craigslist fic wins this one

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! the blessing of being a small writer in a big fandom

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

nah. not really my thing.

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

no to this one too! i find them fun to read but the fandoms i’m in tend to intersect awkwardly so i usually just. avoid writing them

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope B) if i did i’d honestly be surprised hdksjf

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope again!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

my irl friends and i have a couple of writing projects we like to work on! they’re for our own leisure rather than for posting so i’m not sure this counts but yeah

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

i’m. not a ship person lol. like they’re cool i’m not against them i just forget they exist most of the time

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

that one tma au that i was borrowing. i’m sorry juno… i don’t even know if you remember i started writing it LMAO

16. What are your writing strengths?

oh flowery language for sure. my parents forcing me into that extracurricular english class really shines through when i get to use the sat vocabulary

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

face in hands. build up. i have the main scenes down on lock but then i have to build the suspense and tension and do all the thingymajigs and doodads before that and i collapse on my face and decompose

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean if it’s in spanish or mandarin? sure. i’m confident enough in my ability to make those sound natural enough, but any other languages. well. haha. [walks into the ocean never to return]

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh, warriors cats oc fanfiction i wrote at ten years old… where would i be without you

20. Favorite fic you've written?

a hunting dog’s lullaby, by a long shot. it’s the one i worked the hardest on. it’s got some janky spots but i’ve got a net positive outlook on how it turned out. versus the craigslist fic which i made in under two days 😭

i’ve got a couple of writing mutuals so whoever wants to do this, here’s your blank check to jump in :] i’m going to tag @catlady5001! i hope you have fun with this

[atomicami]

“IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO ADMIT YOU LOVE ME…”

cami, 20, latina

archive | updates + behind the scenes — @camsnotifs 🔔

all content i write is 18+. minors do not interact

my masterlist is under the cut!

masterlist

✿ fluff | ✄ smut | ✹ angst | ✎ coming soon/wip

the last of us

✧ abigail a.

contractor!abby collection:

quick fix ✄

after four years of staying away from the daughter of your dad’s competition, a broken TV leads you to break that rule.

surprise visit ✄

you’re still reeling after your first encounter with abby, so you pay her a visit at work. turns out she feels the same.

close call ✄

it’s the night before the annual bake sale, and abby needs your touch now more than ever.

charity work ✄

abby starts to crave something sweet at the holiday bake sale, and it definitely isn’t the desserts you’re selling.

bull ride ✄

abby catches you riding the mechanical bull at a bar, and she gives you something else to ride on instead.

hardware ✎

abby sneaks you in for a quickie at the hardware store.

tattoo artist!abby collection:

tattoo artist!abby headcanons ✿ ✄

the post that started it all.

special snapshot ✄

in which sneaking a special photograph turns into a private photo session.

others:

all clear ✄

college au: the night flies by slow for you at a halloween party, until an encounter with a certain classmate changes that.

the perfect fit ✄

model!abby x fashion designer!reader: you’re starting your new job at armani as a fashion designer, and despite the fact that you can’t stand your chosen model, you also can’t help but be into her too.

comfort crowd ✹ ✄

bfm!abby x reader: when you find out that your boyfriend’s been cheating on you, you receive comfort from the person you’d least expect—his mother.

vengeance ✄

roommate!abby x reader: your roommate finds a way for you to get back at your boyfriend and his awful habits. (1k special)

✧ dina w.

overnight sensation (smau) ✿ ✹

dina x latina masc!reader: in which two artists with different music tastes attempt to form a song together…and maybe a little more than that.

arcane

✧ sevika

make you mine ✄

dbf!cowboy!sevika x reader: a slip-up at a bar fight leads to a shocking confession about your dad’s best friend.

sharing a cigar w/ sevika (drabble) ✄

the velvet confession ✎

mob enforcer!sevika x nightclub singer!reader: a forbidden romance with silco’s right hand woman puts a target on your back. when your past is exposed, she’s forced to choose—loyalty or love.

all fics are 18+. minors and ageless blogs do not interact

2023-2025 © atomicami | all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

[did-i-do-this-write]

Experiment FAQ

What is the Experiment?

Originally, I designed this experiment to help myself out when I was having a hard time getting writing done just after getting a new job.  My lack of energy and feeling like I had no one to share my progress with started to get me down. 

So I came up with an idea: for every ask I received here on my writing blog, I would write at least 100 words before I answered it!  This method worked wonders for me because it gave me a caveat: if I wanted to interact with the community, I had to get some writing done.  It has since grown, and now over 30 other writeblrs are participating!

How Do I Participate?

It’s as simple as deciding that you want to start using this method, too!  I encourage you to let me know so I can add you to the participants list (linked below) and send a ‘checking in’ ask every once in a while, but that is not a requirement!

You can let me know via DM, reply, reblog, or through an ask! If you send me an ask, I will add you as soon as I get it, but I won't publicly answer until after I've written my 100 words XD

What are the Rules?

You get an ask, you write a hundred words, you answer it.  That’s it!  You can decide if you want to keep track of your progress, or answer the asks normally with no indication that you’re even participating.

Some have taken the idea and made it their own.  For instance, @sleepyowlwrites designates some time when the experiment applies, but otherwise is not always using this method.  @antique-symbolism asks that, if you want your ask to apply, you write “100” before or after, so they know!  And @himbos-hotline switched it from 100 words per ask to 15 minute sprints per ask!  All variations are valid and welcome, that’s why it’s called an “experiment,” it’s about finding what works for you!

What Should I Keep Track of and How?

It’s up to you!  I personally add which WIP I worked on, how many words I wrote for that ask, and how much I’ve written for the experiment as a whole.  I write it at the end of every ask after a divider image. It’s motivating for me to see the number slowly tick up at the end of every ask, but it’s a lot to keep track of!  Some only keep track of total, some only list how many the ask generated, and some don’t keep track at all!

If you're looking to use a tag on your blog to keep track of everything, you can use the collective tag "#the great motivation experiment" or you can make up your own!

What if I Don’t Think This Method Will Work for Me?

That’s totally understandable!  For some, this sort of thing can be overwhelming and the opposite of motivational. 

If you're curious but uncertain, you can always test it out and decide what to do based on your personal results. If it works, great! If not, you can message me privately and let me know you want to drop out. No sweat! I don't mind adding/subtracting your name to the list as many times as you'd like!

If you’re not interested in participating, but still want to be part of the community, you can always check out the participants list and send asks to motivate your fellow writers!  Everyone on it has signed up and agreed to be tagged!

What if Your FAQ Didn’t Answer My Question?

No worries.  I tried to cover the basics, but I am only human after all.  If you still have questions you can always drop into my inbox!  I’ll happily answer your question as soon as I add 100 words to my own word count :D in the meantime, here are some links that might help.

Helpful Links

#The Great Motivation Experiment

Original Post

Participants List

Ask Games (to get you started!)

Whether you decide to join us or not, I hope you’re able to reach all your writing goals!

Happy writing!

[thememory]

alright, time for an official ooc post and a moment of complete transparency:

my goal with this blog, this time, is to collect a nice little group of people to write our portrayals with before i go full private. like, closed to new rp partners private. it had always sort of been my intention last time but when i joined the ff rpc the remake had just dropped and the actual group of people was pretty large - with new muses being picked up and dropped pretty frequently. and it was great! tbh, i kind of miss how busy everything felt, the dash was never really slow and everyone was chatting.

but my list of mutuals got out of control and i spoke to less than 1/4 of them one way or the other. i made some amazing friends, i met some people whose portrayals were incredible and honestly influential to my aerith, and time went on. but i often felt as if i was someone people just followed, maybe noted occasionally, but never really interacted with. and i am here to write, so i won't let that happen this time.

i'm going to do my best to reach out to people i follow first. i'm going to be re-doing my carrd (currently a wip, with more stern rules, too) and attempting interactions. if things sincerely don't work out - if the interest isn't there (and that's totally fine) i will softblock to break the mutual. likewise, if i've sent a few memes / inbox things to get interactions started and they go unanswered for a period of time, i will softblock to break mutuals. that show me you're not interested - and that's also fine. i just want to keep things clean on my side.

i'm going to be 33 in less than a month and this is very much a hobby for me. that being said - my goal is not to make longstanding, close, irl friendships. if it happens, that's great, but i'm very wary of befriending people in the rpc because of a few instances (one of which was a stalker who did harrass me a bit on my first rendition of aerith, who knew my irl address - and tracked me on multiple blogs in attempts to reach out, even a year+ later). i'm not really interested in getting super close to people like that because of how i've been burned before. you can write with someone, chat with them ooc, but not need to know their blood type and their SS# as well.

if you are one of those blogs that has preferred writing partners - and has them on their pinned post, and has a preferred aerith ... and you follow me - i am likely going to softblock you to break that. you have an aerith you prefer to write with, and that's amazing. i don't really know why you're interested in my portrayal, and i'm flattered, but you have a main that you already do most of your writing and ideas with so i'm not sure where i'd fit into that.

i will not be duplicate friendly. i am not duplicate friendly. i can admire other aerith's - and i do, and i support you, but in my experience following one another is just us ... following one another. and if we do write, it's usually the "one aerith is a clone / sister" and that doesn't really go very far. just maybe two posts, etc. i support you guys, i love you guys, but i don't see us having a writing history. and with the ultimate goal of this blog being finding partners to write with in the long haul, i don't see this happening for us. best of luck to you.

that was a lot to say. but that's it! i'll be around, posting things and haunting your dashes. thank you~

[zanniscaramouche]

For the WIP game, "High on our History"? Or (/and) because you might have already answered some that I've missed, "The Top of Your Lungs"?

High on Our History!!

What an oldie but a goodie!! Back in the day @mercurial-madhouse and I were indulging in our infatuation with unhealthy relationships that hinge on toxic codependency. I was inspired to dive into a twisted version of childhood friends to lovers, and I even posted what could be considered the ‘first chapter’ of it as a tiny little one shot vignette, but I’ve left it in my WIPS with a few extra scenes and half a plot I might spin into something one day!

Here’s a little look:

He did try, on a few disastrous occasions, to push forward. He blocked Harry’s number and changed his locks and met a girl with a pretty smile. She smelled like flowers and kissed like rain and Louis liked her well enough, but it didn’t take long for his skin to itch. His mother wanted him to move on, bring someone sweet around for tea and pop out some grandkids. Liam just wanted him to be happy. But Louis didn’t need the warm glow of happy. He needed the painful burn of Harry Styles.

The Top of Your Lungs is the sequel to my recent fantasy werewolf a/b/o fic! It features full shift ‘wolves and my first dabbling with the heroes journey plot structure. I’ve had the whole thing plotted out since I wrote and posted the first half, but life has taken me on a crazy ride and I haven’t had as much (or any) time to actually write it all down. It’s my big hope to have it complete and posted by the end of the year!!

Here is a little snip:

“… I know the pack does not trust me, and you are rightful to hold this concern.”

“We are thankful for you.” She says, not denying his statement.

The sentiment itches like an insect along his skin. Louis wants to shake it off immediately.

“I do not want thanks, I want you to live.” He bites into his cold meal, hardly tasting the mouthful. “This pack is my only chance of survival.”

A spark in her eye defies the tone of his warning. She is humouring him when she stands to collect the meagre mess of the meal. “Mmmhm, the pack,” She hums, curiously looking elsewhere with a pointed pause, forcing Louis to see what she is looking at.

Harry. He’s turned to speak with the boy from yesterday, Adam Mckinnon, in quiet tones. The words are lost in the low rumble of the room full of people, yet Harry’s distinct stress on consonants and deep tone of his voice is a noticeable vibration easy to distinguish from the rest of the noise.

“You are no different than the rest of us, you know.” Louis stiffens at the small wisp of breath against his skin. He turns to find Perrie has leaned in close to whisper privately, a sobering nakedness to her expression. “He is our only hope.”

[lockejhaven]

↪ WIP List Tag Game!

Rules: Post the titles of all saved WIP files, no matter how random or non-descriptive, and let your followers send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most!  Share as much or as little as you want about the WIP in question and then tag a few writers to keep the game going!

Thank you to @purgatorydotexe for the tag! I'll also be tagging anyone who sees this, if you want to do it. You're welcome to mention me as well, but no pressure!

My folder is,,, quite a mess, so I'll be adding everything under the cut! (At this rate, I may just use this as a masterlist for my works in general, and later, link the pieces I've posted on tumblr...)

Brainstorms

Files: - Common Dialect - Fable (BS) - Hades - Illume's Apiary - Illumology - Lockehaven - Maji - Tropes/BS - Wolfies

Faded Figures

Poems for individual characters, each in a specified format

Eventually, will be used for character intros and mood boards.

Files: - Acelin - Bane - Dhares - Dresden - Maximillian

Fragility in Ruins

A private story I'm hosting with friends; I may or may not share snippets, depending on how they feel about that.

I can, however, share worldbuilding about it!

Poetry

Originally included Faded Figures, until that became its own collection.

Now, just a bunch of random poems.

Files: - Death's Remorse - Left - Past - Refusal - Ruin - They Told Us

Snippets

Exactly what it sounds like; standalone documents, scraps of writing, quotes, etc.

Often includes AUs and single scenes I came up with at 3am.

Sometimes I'll even write chapters and realize they could fit into specific WIPs later on!

2018: - An Idiotic Plan - An Exchange - Destruction or Control - The Bookshop - The Match - The Wikkir

2019: - Élan Vital - EoW - Abandoned - Alysdair Fremont's Journal - Aritihne - Hundreds of Years - Genesis

2020: - Spite - Alchios Wins AU - Knight // link - Short Story

2021: - Tallie/LJH

2022: - Ariuk - Horizon Ombre

Stories

Alchemist: A backburner WIP with half a page. MC is a side character from Arcane.

Arcane: One of the first WIPs I started on my own. Centers around a young mercenary/assassin whose world is turned upside down when the woman they love betrays them.

Encounters of the Primal Sort: A collection of short stories written in-universe by Krisdi Varalei. Each focuses on a different primordial or 'god' and the author's experiences of them.

Fable: Another in-universe collection. Centers on the 'truth' behind fairytales, aka twisted fairytales, written as journal entries by Myhren, or 'Merlin' as they are better known in our world.

A Ghost, a Quill, and a Mockingbird: My first short story WIP of 8 parts and 3,000 words. Also the first WIP I ever finished a first draft of. wip page // wip intro

The Minutemage Compendium: A browser-based RPG concept, currently on hold as I figure out everything else in my life. wip page

Wane of the Lunar Human: A floating idea of a WIP. Centers around a human destined to save the universe at the cost of his life.