first off, happy birthday!! i hope you’re well, and the baby too 💗. i think it’s so obvious that my question is going to be about tsw.
do you have any chapters written past what you’ve posted on ao3/ do you see yourself updating it anytime soon?
sending my love to the family xx
AH THANK YOU! 🥰❤️
I am well, and the lil heathen is doing wonderful! can't believe she's already 1.5 years old and giving my attitude a run for its money! 🤣 all jokes aside I love her to death lol
While I don't have any full chapters written past what i posted, I do have several doc's dedicated to snippets of scenes I wanted to write. I like to think that I'll circle back to The Savage Wolf someday. Unfortunately nasty anons took the wind out of my sails and in combination with quarantine at the time I mentally couldn't hang. FUN FACT I still get rude comments on that fic telling me to (verbatim) "finish this fic or someone else will" LOL so part of me refuses to even touch TSW out of spite. But just for you I'll give you this snippet I wrote from Shireen's POV during the Long Night which was plotted for the end of TSW:
“I am Shireen Baratheon, I will not cower behind these people, our people, like some stupid insipid little girl.” Forget the Kingsblood, she thought, I am the blood of storm gods. Eleni’s fury flows through my veins. Grabbing the bow from the dead man’s grasp she stepped toward the open abyss. Rheagal roared, blue fire flaring again as he struggled to stand on the bridge to the armory. Whisps of black hair stung her eyes as the last of the torches flickered and died out in the wind. The world went silent as she strung the arrow, pulled back and aimed at the dragon just as lyanna had taught her. Eleni guide my hand, with that she released. Rheagal roared as the arrow deflected from his icy hide, jaws blindly snapping as he slipped on the roof tiles.
“Go!” Gendry yelled behind her, watching the exchange as the others rushed toward the far side of the room. But Shireen only strung another arrow defiantly. I will not be afraid, she told herself as gooseflesh prickled her skin. I will not fail. I cannot. Releasing the arrow, she watched it deflect again. This time the action caught Rheagal’s icy stare. Below her Alys whimpered as her tiny hands clutched her leg, reminding Shireen all too much of the fearful girl she had been so many moons ago. Before the burnings. Before she had ever wielded a weapon. But now her fear gave way to fury. The gods may have forsaken them, but she would not go down without a fight. Let them see our strength, Rickon had commanded. And so, she did, squaring her shoulders as fierce blue eyes leveled with hers and Rheagal began to rumble with the tell-tale sound of dragon fire. I will not waver. Shireen stared up at him defiantly. Her last arrow strung. Prepared to accept her fate, she took a deep breath aimed and let go, watching as the arrow buried itself in Rhaegals one eye. Bawling her hands into fists she accepted her fate with a battle cry--
screaming into the windless void of dragon fire. Death cannot touch me.
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Findings
continuation to this image.
Wind and Wolfie found Time's old ocarina while Rulie retrieves Sky's cape from where it was stuck in a tree.
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What can I say, I like stories where the chain is separated into odd groups and then you get to experience several plots in the story until they all converge together.
Legend, Wild and Sky - Four, Warriors and Time
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Monster High × Real-Life Couture
Frankie Stein by SAVAGE X FENTY
Draculaura by Betsey Johnson
Clawdeen Wolf by Versace
Lagoona Blue by Versace
Cleo De Nile by Zuhair Murad
Deuce Gorgon by Versace
Heath Burns by Moschino
Catrine Demew by OZLANA
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This could easily become a series about a town that seems normal but is full of strange secret things.
Like what's going on with the weird doctor who moved into the cabin in the woods. People are convinced he's some kind of witch, but he really just wants to know how to get rid of the werewolf that claws at his door every night, the blond vampire that comes asking for blood, and the greenish zombie that lives in one of the cooling chambers from the fucking morgue.
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“The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!”
//king_kull/
//by_robert_e_howard/
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soliloquy of silence
quiet, storyteller
let silence coax the wound
let ache lead the tale
let the slump & curve
of collarbones whisper
over the arpeggio of tears
& the waxing convulsions,
the pièce de résistance.
i lick my wounds
because i'm a wolf
not to imprison them
in the jaws of mistranslation.
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Barbie
Opal: You know, you remind me of Barbie
Amy: Pretty and pink?
Opal: Plastic and useless
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