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opt in/out for cod stuff (making a separate tag list for it from my fc5 stuff)

Since I posted a new chapter of both All Along the Watchtower and American Beasts this week, why not share some of the ladyhawke!au (medieval fantasy) i've started on for my cod ship:

Five years.

Five long years. 

Five long years. Alone. 

Each day getting that much harder to watch pass. The break of day a cruel mistress for him as the spark of burning sun that rises each morning means he is once again left to wander. 

Jonathan Price knew no home any longer, held no loyalty except to one person, and as he travels each rocky road and dirt path between villages the sights have all become a blur, blending into one bland doldrum of grey. He can’t even appreciate the stars in the sky, nor the cool silver glow of the moon. There was just the sun, but with it came no light, not anymore. Days were one long expanse of reflecting on his memories of a better time, of the things he no longer got to have. Things so close yet so far away. Just out of reach. Like a figment in the corner of one’s vision, a mirage of an oasis he took for granted when he had it at his fingertips. 

Pulling on the reins of his trusted Karachay horse, Nikolai, the horse’s long dark mane blowing in the mid-morning breeze, Price took long strides through the woodland green as his loyal companion followed, whinnying as the small lamb trotting along with them fell behind. It's wool coiled soft and white, eyes large and innocent, bleats it's discontent as he moves quicker than little legs can carry. 

Pausing his march, he turns to look over his shoulder and grumbles quietly to himself before calling out to the animal, “Now, now, my girl. None o’ that. I carried you for the last five miles.”

The shrill little cry of the minuscule creature back at him in opposition to his chiding was enough to make him smirk. 

“Is that so?” He lifts a brow and looks down at the hooved creature announcing its displeasure, a low chuckle coming from him. “Well, whatever the lady wants, eh?” 

Scooping up the lamb into his arms, he places it in the saddle bag on the horse's back. It's little head pushing back the leather lid as it peers out at him, bleating once more, little pink tongue flailing with its call. 

“You're gonna be trouble for me today, aren't you?” He teases, grasping the lamb’s slender black hoof in his hand before brushing his fingers gently through the wool on its head. “Just like you to be, darlin’.” 

As easy as this moment seems to be, he finds himself overcome by a look of longing that furrows his brow and tightens his jaw. Carrying a loss with him that for so long he has tried his best to ignore, pretending as though it doesn’t weigh heavily on his heart with each passing moment. 

“You just rest those li’l legs of yours, my girl.” His voice is a husky whisper as he looks into the dark eyes of the innocent prey animal in his charge. “We'll stop for a meal soon enough.”

WIP Wednesday!!

One day I’ll maybe get around to actually posting the finished chapters of all these stories aha! Until then, here’s yet another tiny snippet, chosen specifically in honour of it being FishTank week. 💚💛

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“What’s the plan then?” Gordon whispered. “Lob it and hope for the best?”

Virgil grimaced. “It’s useless this far away. I need to get closer to him— it. But with those dogs…”

“I can perform a fairly good distraction.”

“Gordon, I was not—”

“Relax. I can handle this!”

“Gordon—!”

The words fell on deaf ears.

unedited, unnamed horses by Dressage Center Edelweiss & Heritage Farm

tight lacing queen ... WIP ... do y'all know of any spaces for fat fetishwear sites for reference because finding refs even to have wind-down sketch time and practice was miserable.

would it be annoying or fun for y’all if I were to write a “choose your own adventure”/“vote on what happens to the characters next” fic vía tumblr polls?🫣🤔

New Scamander brothers fic soon

I’ve been peeved with fic, recently, because I’d written the majority of “Hope is the thing with feathers” and had begun to post it, before Queenie Goldstein threw the largest wrench of ‘my universe’ into things as I was finishing the climax, which thus forced an actual ENTIRE rewrite. That fic is now—therefore—unfortunately on hiatus. That being said, this one is nearly ready to go next week! About 20,000 words from Theseus’ POV, following his relationship with Newt (and their parents) from the time he’s 8 to about 28—it’s very much a fic as much about Newt and early 20th century beliefs about autism as it is Theseus and brotherhood, but it’s the first time I’ve ever done a story *entirely* from outside Newt’s POV. I’m decently pleased with it, and just have to write a few missing scenes to tie the pacing and beats together. (But I’m not posting it until it’s done, to avoid a Queenie fiasco 😅.) So here is the opening of the first chapter and the last chapter of my next fic ^_^

First chapter—

Last chapter —

I am so abuzz with the Lich King AU right now, I have the entire f*cking plot, I want to write it so bad, but I am also heavily invested in SM and the 10 other WIPs in the background already hahahaha I love my brain

pirate for the ask game. gregorius vs lucius FIGHT

for this ask game.

PIRATE - Which of your OCs is most evil?

okay so i know you know who gregorius is, but i've been kind of dithering on making an intro post for one of the iron crown's two main villains

(mostly because, like several other important characters in TIC, he's based on two Real People Who Actually Existed. and it feels kinda weird to make an oc post about someone with a wikipedia article yaknow?)

and, yeah, he's a pretty awful person. crimes include kidnapping the 13-year-old king in order to rule as regent, tricking people into really unfair magically-binding contracts, canonically being responsible for the destruction of much of sappho's poetry (because writing hist fic means i can make highly unlikely historical hearsay canon), and committing arguable Pope Election Fraud. among other things.

but at the end of the day he doesn't really stack up compared to lucius, who (is highly implied to have) killed his family, was responsible for the massacre and later expulsion of a sizable religious minority in his country, assassinated the emperor of the neighboring country, declared a war that caused a massive death toll, committed at least one war crime, made use of torture, and worst of all was a really shitty boyfriend.

plus, at least greg has some fairly understandable goals he's working towards, like the separation of church and state! and taking power away from kings and putting it into the hands of himself elected officials! lucius on the other hand is just a religious extremist, even if he's far more earnest in his beliefs than gregorius is.

ultimately, TIC can have its net evil spread out between two opposing villains, each with their points and losses. when you only have one main villain (as in BOG), you kinda gotta make him count.

Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @mariahwritesstuff in here! I apologize this took a while since I was in the process of preparing my WIPs for my blog! I wanted things to have a bit of context. I am going to tag the first few people that show up in my dash: @my-cursed-prince, @writeouswriter, and @rickie-the-storyteller (totally optional tags, of course). If anyone else would like to participate then hop on in!

I decided to pick 7 lines from my WIP The Mice Come Out at Night. Although, I probably broke the rules a bit because some context was needed!

“My God, what is wrong with me? Am I sick? Do I need to go to the hospital? Am I gonna die?!” Morgana’s hands flew over his mouth as he fumbled for control of his nerves.

“Calm down, you’re not going to die.” The gentle spirit sighed. The teapot hovered above Morgana’s cup. “Now, drink some tea.”

“No, I don’t think you understand. I don’t even understand!” Morgana moved to get up, his knees catching the edge of the table. The loose silverware tumbled onto the floor, their clattering signaling the end of the tea party. “Of course, y'all would act this way. Y'all're all dead!” 

“Oh, I see how it is,” said the calculated one.

“But what about our tea party?” The youngest ghost asked.

“No tea party. I think I just need to rest my head.”

“Morgana, please don’t leave—this is important to the youngest!” The gentle spirit called after the young man, who had already made it halfway up the stairs.

back on that ffxiv train

bro and ollie fic WIP

“Damn,” Ollie giggles at your side, “That’s choice.”

“Word,” You agree, even though you don’t mean it.

If he’s enjoying it, that’s rad. You sure aint gonna make it weird by tellin’ him it aint your groove.

You sorta veg after that ― spend the next couple songs just looking around your homeboy’s room and familiarizing yourself for the millionth time with his mega sanitized lookin’-ass room.

His room is, like, the opposite of bodacious.

It’s cuz his mom doesn’t want him doing anything ‘inappropriate’, yeah, but, like ― you really gotta wonder what happened to that old bimbette to make her hate fun.

Turns out I forgot yet another wip. So here's a second sneak peak of a fic that was supposed to be part of the poll

He was panicking, he knew he was panicking. Rationally, Azul knew he should stop that right now. He didn’t have time to panic, he was doing paperwork! Never mind the fact that Jade had already done everything that needed to be done, obsessively pouring over it in an attempt to avoid having to engage in any social interaction. But still, he was a very busy merman who didn’t have time for an existential crisis on the meaning of friendship.

WIP WEDNESDAY !!

I've managed to start around five (no exaggeration) new stories this week, this snippet being one of them. I've been writing and writing (most of it terribly) but it's been cathartic.

How many of these new pieces will survive past a chapter or two, or ever see the light of day? I cannot say. Some may end up becoming too big to continue but, for now at least, it's all fun!

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Was some of this thinking simply petulant behaviour from a man who would have much rather seen a fair few of those 'reforming' criminals remain behind bars for the rest of their pitiful lives? Yes. But Wayne wasn't going to admit that to anyone.

And he certainly wasn't going to admit it to Kayo.

Sitting across from her at lunch — a rarity for the both of them these days, what with their busy schedules — Wayne made sure to keep that confession to himself. Truthfully, he had missed his friend and he had been hoping their catch-up would avoid the perilous subject of work.

Being out on the field didn't feel the same anymore without Kayo there along for the ride. Once upon a time he had begrudgingly accepted her help. Now, many months and many missions later, he was lonely without her witty comebacks and quick thinking. None of the other soldiers he worked alongside were as talented as she had been. He had even begun to miss her smile.

Wayne had often thought about trying to convince her to join the GDF — her skill set alone would have been highly appreciated — but he knew she would never leave behind her brothers or International Rescue. He respected her for that.

trying to stay organized

Inktober day 30! Using the prompt 'Memory' from sadmages' groupchat's oc-tober list!

Folks, is it normal to have crises about which of your WIPs you'd one day like to have 'first published'? 'Cause I'm having one of those and---