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thedaughterofkings · 7 years

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What I’m writing!

The lovely @clotpolesonly tagged me to tell you all what I’m currently writing! Thank you <3

I’m mostly working on three fics right now, plus a couple of future fics in the plans and a few old wips that I haven’t completely given up on yet, so here it is:

The Merlin Canon sort of Regency inspired arranged engagement to be married with a bit of horseplay AU (it’s both less insane and more insane than it sounds^^°) for @hyraeth‘s wonderful art for the Merlin Reverse Bang - currently standing at 2.7k and barely into all of the cool ideas I have for this fic, so I really need to get going on that one! But I’m still confident I can finish it satisfyingly in time - keep your fingers crossed for me!

The Resurrection fic! Originally started for Sterekweek last year, obviously didn’t get finished in time, aaaand still isn’t finished now^^° But I think I’m headed in the right direction - all three resurrections are over and done with, so theoretically I could wrap it up. Unfortunately an accidental soulbound has sneaked its way into the fic, so there’s still a bit more to write! Standing at 18k currently!

Fully grown - the soulmark AU that just won’t LET ITSELF BE FINISHED!!! I’ve only got (probably) two more chapters to write, but life (and other fics) have kept me from it since October!! But stepping away from this fic a little might not have been a bad idea, because I can feel myself getting increasingly excited about it again, so I hope to finish it quickly once fics number 1 and 2 are done! Currently standing at 25k! (Guesstimated final total is ~30k, so there really isn’t that much more to go)

Some fics that I haven’t actually started properly writing yet, but that I’ve been thinking about a lot and started outlining somewhat are the sequel(s) to Pigtails, the sequel to fully grown (yes I’m already planning the sequel even though I can’t seem to finish that fic), the ‘Stiles is Cassandra’ fic that I’ve mentioned before, the Grey’s Anatomy in Space Star Trek fic that I promised @ohfuckthisshit and a couple of prompts I’ve gotten that I’m excited about, a fun Stackson one in particular! And then there’s always that one fic that has like one chapter but I’m still so excited about (parallel universe, twerking Derek, Derek/Kira besties, Stiles/Allison badass hunter siblings, Sterek of course and Scira and Allydia and oh my, what’s not to be excited about!!!) Oh, and I’ve been thinking about this tiny Drarry ficlet lately, so I’m hoping to actually write a longer fic for it one day, too! So definitely plenty of fic in my future :D

And then there’s the almost dead wips that I haven’t completely given up on yet, it’s now just been so long that I cringe a little at my writing, so I feel like I’d have to rewrite most of it to be happy with it, which isn’t really an incentive to go back to these fics (I already hate editing, I don’t even want to imagine rewriting circa 20k each!). I’m mainly talking about Stormy waters (13k on ao3, plus a couple thousand more words for one or two not yet published chapters), which I’d really like to finish just so that I don’t have a wip/abandoned fic on my ao3 anymore, and the yet to be named Sciles fic which stands at 20k and is almost finished, the big fight has already been written, I just got stuck on dealing with the aftermath (and thus haven’t worked on it in ... possibly years?!). Argh, I should probably admit those fics are dead already, but I really don’t wanna!!! Anyone have any tips on how to deal with these?!^^°

To end this on a less depressing note here’s a little excerpt from the Resurrection fic - Stiles goes to Peter for advice on how to resurrect a werewolf:

Peter starts with a legend - some Romeo and Juliet thing about two werewolves and a human boy, about love and hate and life and death. Stiles is pleasantly surprised when the answer for once actually is polyamory instead of a love triangle. And Peter’s story even has a happy end! To be fair, werewolf number one has to die first, but then werewolf number two - an alpha girl whose story Stiles wouldn’t mind seeing on the big screen - and human boy bring him back and they all live happily ever after. No really, that’s actually what Peter ends the story with.

What follows is a long semi-scientific treatise on the magical properties of the different moon phases, on studies conducted by the werewolves of yonder year - Stiles heroically doesn’t ask if their studies consisted of howling at the moon and discovering that their howls were louder when the moon was full - and full of warnings of things that could go wrong when you try to resurrect someone - horror stories of feral wolves completely out of their mind, of zombie wolves, more dead than alive, of rotten flesh and broken bones, and honestly, Stiles gets it; there is no need at all to go into that much detail. It’s all very interesting and might actually be useful knowledge beyond bringing back a couple of killed before their time werewolves, but what it isn’t is a nice little recipe that actually tells him how to bring back a couple of killed before their time werewolves. Stiles had been hoping for a little more “Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken.” rather than the history lesson he’s gotten. Well, actually, he was hoping for something with a little less bone and flesh and blood if possible. But still, some actual instructions would be nice.

Oops, I just realised that I completely forgot to tag someone else, so if you are a writer and want to do this, I hereby tag you, so do it and tag/mention me!

#lessa says #lessa talks writing #lessa plays ask games #not quite but you know #sorry this got long #but when have you ever not known me to ramble!#thank you for tagging me!!

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lucrezia-venus · 4 years

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𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒 ↠ 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛

WHERE: witchcraft festival, salem WHEN: evening of the 8th WHO: closed for @romansantcs

// lucrezia: 05/09/2020

There had been no need to cajole Lucrezia into entering the fashion show, she was shamelessly ready. Combining aesthetics and attention was about the only AA meeting she would ever think to attend. Her excitement had dipped the longer she stared at the racks of clothing. "Bless my heart- is that who I think it is?" She looked around the rack with wide eyes. "Mr. Librarian~"

// roman: 05/09/2020

He hadn't planned on attending the fashion show, let alone walking in it as a participant. But he'd made the mistake of walking past with some of his friends, who'd then done him the favor of shoving him in the direction of the organizers. Ten minutes and a quick wardrobe change later, he found himself unceremoniously shoved into one of the chairs backstage, a makeup artist dusting powder across his face.

At the sound of a familiar voice he groaned internally, bringing up a hand to shield his face jokingly. "Alas, it is me. Caught far, far from my comfort zone." Roman brings his hand down, smiling as he meets the brunette's eyes with a smile. "I should've known a pretty lady like yourself would be right at home here."

// lucrezia: 05/09/2020

Luce's face was still quite open, a pleased tilt to her as she moves closer to the man. He was softer than she typically dealt but more handsome than Salem typically saw- at least in the years since she'd been there. "It's very much my wheelhouse, yes." It was neither vain nor shameful when she spoke. Indeed, Lucrezia had her hair perfectly styled into curls she was rarely seen in, a dark lip and sharp eye aided to bring out fashion of whatever she wore. "How'd you end up in this show with so much discomfort?"

// roman: 05/09/2020

Roman runs a hand through his hair. "Damn, you can tell?" He laughs, a little bashful. He'd tried to just be game about it, knowing that it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things to just go along with his friends' raucous suggestions and make them happy. "A bunch of my friends pushed me into this." His tone is wry but light, even as the makeup artist frowns at him for moving around so much. Hopping off the chair once she'd stepped away, Roman moves over to stand by Lucrezia. "Be honest: do I look stupid?"

// lucrezia: 05/09/2020

Her nod is slightly wide eyed, as if it is too obvious to miss. "Not exactly playing it off. But-" she touches his forearm, friendly. "you've still got time to play it off." Luce continues to stand close as she listens, her eyes intent on his. It was only a little strange for her to see a man so uncomfortable in the makeup chair. "Stay still," she chides him for the artist. "Or you'll look even more a fool than you feel." When he's finished, Luce is careful to observe him. There's always an intensity in her eyes with this - making a bold claim on another's appearance.

"You look very clean. Very handsome," and she punctuates with a wink.

#discord one: roman #thread two: roman #roman santos #chapter three; hunters and horseplay #grimoires:event

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lucrezia-venus · 4 years

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𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒 ↠ 𝑧𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎

WHERE: festival in salem, WHEN: may 9th, late afternoon WHO: closed for @zeleniarosi

Fraternizing for three days in a row at a common Festival felt preposterous to Lucrezia...but there was arguably little else to do. She’d taken a step back from escorting, only this week, to refocus herself. This new “witch” business had been a hassle and with the amount of mishaps she’d had practicing her spells, Luce needed to center. She’d called Zelenia, knowing if anyone would share her sentiments about a podunk “extravaganza” it would be the Grecian.

They walked beside each other now, easily the best dressed of the crowd, taking gentle sips from a delicate flask. “You know, I’m not about to eat my words regarding all this.. but it’s not half bad.” She gestures a maroon nail around the space. “It’s nothing posh of course, but I may have over estimated how kitsch this town would be. I might actually feel guilty to accidentally set some of this to flame.” Shooting her companion a gaze, she smirked. “Where would you like to start, as Genevieve suggested, being real girls.” Her mocking is clear, putting stank in the words she paraphrases from their unwanted keeper.

#thread four: zel #zelenia rosi #chapter three; hunters and horseplay

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lucrezia-venus · 4 years

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WHERE: luce’s house WHEN: may 18th, two days before the seance WHO: closed for @thechircn nsfw content; sexy times

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

there's a thrill to it, clementine must confess. while she knows she is undoubtedly putting herself and what she stands for at risk, she isn't too worried. she's testing the waters – curiously, recklessly. clementine resists and then succumbs to the pull in lucrezia's name. she walks to the fellow witch's house when she could've given her the protection tokens anywhere else. she fights herself and yet here she is – and she adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder before ringing the doorbell.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

As the doorbell rings, Luce is quick to sweep down the stairs. She is a vision carefully undone, hair in messy curls and face wiped nearly bare of makeup. Only moments before she smelled of white men and cheap cologne. Now, she is honeysuckled and amber, a scent all her own. She smiles at Clementine, leaning on the frame. "Always a prompt one, aren't you Cleo?"

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

hazel eyes search unsure for a fit place to land. the excitement still bubbles right beneath the surface but truth be told, clementine is always less prepared than she thinks when she meets luce. the fire witch is trained to do this – to allure and to entice and clementine has always been an easy victim. clementine settles for the woman's eyes and then her own bag on the side of there body. "i'm a woman of my word," she says and nearly smiles. she shrugs instead. "can i come in? i'd just give you these but i'd rather not risk being seen."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

"Can you come in," Luce repeats, rolling her eyes but smiling warm. "Always, but especially now. It's not safe to lurk outside." She holds open the door. "Come, lets sit and chat."

Clementine Chastain 05/19/2020

she nods, less inclined to smile once luce brings up their lack of safety. it’s why she’s here - to give luce means to protect herself and her home, nothing else. “thank you,” she says out of the politeness that has always been reinforced in her. the earth witch abandons her dusty boots by the entrance and then lingers, waits for luce to point out where they’re sitting. the florist clutches her bag’s strap again. “i brought you a few,” she starts, feeling awkward in silence. “one for personal use. three for your house - so front door, back door and your bedroom, if you wish.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/20/2020

She's uncharacteristically quiet as she sits with Cleo, waiting through her rambles for the right moment to speak. It's unexpected and, in the way of unexpected kindness, rather cute. She'd not expected such a one eighty in treatment and, resting a cheek on her palm, she watches curiously. "Who do you think wants me dead so badly?" there's a laugh curling about her words, though it never breaks. "I would have thought that was you until..." she gestures to the menagerie of charms.

Clementine Chastain 05/20/2020

there’s a tint of pink on her cheeks when clementine replies. the florist decides it’s best to ignore the innuendo even though her face gives the emotion away. instead, she is puzzled by luce’s words. she doesn’t join the fire witch on the laugh and in contrast, her eyebrows knit together. “i- i never wanted you dead, luce.” she shakes her head. “not even before. i can hold a grudge but not to that extent.” clementine shakes her head. “i’m just- there are more and more signs that these witch hunters actually exist. i don’t want anyone in our group to get hurt by them, whoever they are.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

"Don't worry about witch hunters with me, Darling. I'm a smart girl, I know how to take care of myself." The words had been hyperbole, a taunt meant to elicit a response. That her cheeks redden only fuels Luce further. She leans closer, teasing in every line of her body, a smirk growing simple and wider on her lips. Her voice is light, a teasing that is coy and almost kind. "If not dead, how did you want me?"