Hey! Are you writing any new Everlark fics? Or any plans to?

sorry anon i don't have any plans to write any new Everlark fics ❤

Just saw JB's asking about the FTC update. Let's Just ensure that we will be waiting happily whenever possible. Don't worry, and hopefully, Alice doesn't push herself Harder or feel any pressure. But let me enter in FTC world... I was listening to one band that I loved a long time back there, long time, I was a teen, and I could not stop thinking about Dany from yours, so let me copy one part.

"Go on, go on

Leave me breathless

Come on (come on)

Yeah, yeah

The daylight's fading slowly

But time with you is standing still

I'm waiting for you only

The slightest touch and I feel weak

I cannot lie

From you I cannot hide

And I'm losing the will to try

Can't hide it (can't hide it)

Can't fight it (can't fight it)"

Breathless, by The Corrs

oh boy that took me back 😅 thanks for the throwback!

Drive Me Crazy | Ch. 5

Summary: Officer Asshole is back to drive Dany crazy. When boundaries are pushed too far, she finds that resisting Jon is easier said than done.

Read it here on AO3

Murderbot wrote this.

Hi I hope you're having a fantastic April so far. Just wondering if Chapter 13 of For the Cameras might be dropping anytime soon? I miss the story so much!

thanks @jellybeanficwriter! i've gotten a few asks wondering about an update for the next chapter and i've been hesitant to post anything for a number of reasons, but mostly bc Alice has been really busy work-wise so i didn't want to put any pressure on her. i feel bad for leaving people hanging, so while i still can't give an ETA on the next chapter, we are still working on it when we can, promise. that said, here's a sneak peek for everybody's who asked, with an apology on the delay and also for kinda ghosting y'all, hope it'll do for the time being ❤

Viserys was in mild disbelief. “Being served wine by the Koll Orinsson. Fucking hell.” Laughing, Jon sat down to Daenerys’ left. “Dany mentioned you were a pretty big fan of the show.” He shot his sister a gimlet-eyed look as she helped herself to the spicy noodles, piling a hefty portion on her plate. “Oh, did she now? What else has she said about me? Because you should know she’s a bloody liar.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “You were begging me to meet him before we’d even started dating!” “And you were adamant I never would but here we are,” he said smugly. “Entirely against my will,” she retorted, but he waved her off before shovelling some beef curry onto his plate. “I called it, though, didn’t I? ‘He isn’t even my boyfriend, maybe he’ll never be,’” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. “Please!” With a groan, she looked at Jon pleadingly as he sipped his wine. “And this is exactly why I didn’t want him to meet you.” Jon just laughed, taking the opportunity to scoop a little bit of everything onto his plate. “I’m enjoying this, honestly. After all the dirt my Mum’s given you about me, this is a nice change of pace.” It was fun watching a sibling dynamic in person, too. Growing up, this was an experience he had been sorely lacking in. At that delicious morsel, Viserys pounced. “Wait—you’ve talked to his mum?” Daenerys’ eyes went wide, a spring roll frozen halfway to her mouth. “Umm…well, kinda—” Jon didn’t understand her hesitation, at least not right away. But Viserys looked scandalised. “You know what this means, right?” Her face fell even as his lit up with sheer delight. “Once Mum finds out you’ve been talking to Jon’s mum, but she hasn’t even met Jon yet—” “She’s not going to find out as long as you don’t tell her!” Daenerys threatened. He chortled. “Oh, no. You know I don’t have to say anything, she’s just able to intuit these things.” He shook his head and shoved a piece of beef into his mouth with his chopsticks. “She’s going to expect him at Christmas dinner, there’s no getting out of it now.”

for a fortnight, there we were 🤍

TAYLOR SWIFT & POST MALONE Fortnight Music Video (2024)

IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department

LONDON BOY (Lover, 2019) SO LONG, LONDON (The Tortured Poets Department)

The professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards. Then the actors were hitting their marks, and the slow dance was a light within the sparks. And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at least she knew what the agony had been for. THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

you’re smiling. i’ve gone insane and you’re smiling.

#little miss okey-dokey

Hey, how are you doing lately? Miss you. Hoje you are having a good time.

thanks for checking in anon, i'm doing alright ❤

Miss my parents (form February-ish)

reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics