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elhuei · 9 months

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Writer Q&A | Tag Game

Thank you to @mthollowell-writes for tagging me! 💞You can find their original post here! :)

1) What motivates you to write?

(Stories are like ghosts that haunt my thoughts and writing is the only way to exorcize them) I'm motivated to write the kind of books I want to read + the sort of characters I want to read! Not enough black lesbian girlies in fiction so I gotta do my part by releasing them into the wild 💅🏾

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I'll share the first few paragraphs from Little Infernos! Its old + I shared it before but it lives in my head rent free <3

Possession is an impossible skill to grasp. The doctor told her as much. “Think of yourself as a ghost,” he’d said, with a chuckle and a thin-lipped smile. Play pretend. A game to take her mind off the terror of stealing back her body from whatever’s taken it the night before. Remember, start small. The tips of a finger, a big toe, maybe even a whole pinky, if she was feeling so bold. Slip back in, one part at a time. This time, Dante is sprawled out in a bed of Ponderosa pine-needles. Bitter moss and loamy soil weighs down her tongue, pebbles rolling hard behind her throat. Aftertastes of pondweed and eelgrass. A ring of trees loom overhead, peaks fading into a dark and stainless sky. She moves her right index finger first, dragging in a breath of dirt and timberland air as she revels in the prick. Something small. Next is her left finger, then her pinky and middle. Soon, she is grabbing a fistful of earth and leaves and morels, propping herself up on empty arms. Another fight to push herself back into her body. The thin-lipped doctor says it’s sleep paralysis. Her father says it’s demons, the ones which drew her to Beau. Web M.D. also says sleep paralysis, so it must be true.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Hmm Dante from Little Infernos! She just like me fr (in an alternate universe where I'm a little freak who has little freak things happen to her.) Since I focus on my fantasy projects so much I don't often get to explore more contemporary characters. I love Dante because she's the kind of black girl we don't often see in media (shy, quiet, introverted, ✨feral✨) and I get to aspects of myself in her that I can't quite replicate in my fantasy wips.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Worldbuilding! I love building out worlds for fantasy projects, and thinking about all the little intricacies that go into developing a fleshed out world. It's super time consuming, and if I don't reign myself in it can become a never-ending process, but it's so much fun regardless.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Hmm I think I'm fairly good at scene/setting descriptions! Ironically enough I do suffer from White Room Syndrome during first drafts because I tend to focus more on dialogue/character interactions, but during editing I think I do well setting scenes + making the worlds I'm writing about feel alive.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I love how friendly and encouraging everyone is! We're all here to write our silly little stories and obsess over our silly little characters together :)

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I used to use Scrivener to compile all my worldbuilding notes (personally I don't enjoy drafting in Scrivener lol) BUT I've recently started using Notion and I love it so much! Very easy to use and satisfies my urge to make all my notes ✨aesthetically pleasing✨ Its like having secret wip pages just for myself and I love it sm <3

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the magic system I've built for A Killing of Kinfolk! Mayhaps one day I'll make a more in depth worldbuilding post but tldr; all living things have magic (Kin) within them, some people can wield Kin while others cannot. A person's magic (regardless if whether or not they can wield it) essentially works like antibodies, protecting from outside sources of magic. Casting/using magic on another person is always going to be a painful, invasive, and if prolonged, deadly process. This makes the most prominent use of Kin, healing magic (Mendwork) extremely difficult. Healers have to work slow and meticulously to ensure they exert enough Kin to heal their patients without too much pain or further harm. There are other schools of magic within AKOK (seedweaving, bonewielding and banework) but Mendwork is by far the most complex and interesting to me. I really liked the idea of a magic system that's actively hostile to its user—a healing magic that hurts just as much. Very fun <3

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

READ! I feel like this is overused advice but I know all my worst writers block moments come when I haven't read anything in a while. I'm trying to be better about reading regularly and revisiting old favs when I get stuck to inspire me and remind me why I want to write.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm continuously inspired by writers such as @coffeeandcalligraphy , @fluoresensitive , @yvesdot & @seasteading, and I have to shout out @aninkwellofnectar , and my beloved @harehearts for being such kind and supportive writeblr friends 💞

I'll no pressure tag: @cuntylittlesalmon , @serenanymph , @thepixiediaries , @meerawrites & @tragicbackstoryenjoyer + anyone who'd like to join in!

#tag games.#q&a tag #writeblr #writers on tumblr #wip: little infernos #wip: akok

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dkart · 9 months

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Next on the list of fanarts of games that altered the direction of my life - Disco Elysium!

Check back for the finished piece in a week or three, depending on the strength of my executive dysfunction.

#discoelysium #harry du bois #harrier du bois #disco elysium #disco inferno #zaum #poorest little meow meow #detective #artists on tumblr #small artist #artist on kofi #fanart #wip #digital art #digital painting

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irregularcollapse · 5 months

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A Storm That Took Everything

Fic preview to celebrate Damen Love Fest 2023

Full disclosure: I hadn't intended to do anything for the Damen Love Fest being run by @damensource purely because I'm disorganised and can only focus on one thing at at time. But then beloved mutual @zumurruds convinced me (read: she literally just asked me) to contribute something, and I thought, "Well, I do have a whole lot of writing about Damen done already." So, to celebrate the Damen Love Fest, I'm going to release the first chapter of my current WIP, a gothic romance AU titled A Storm That Took Everything, in installments across the week. As a whole work, it addresses all of the Damen Love Fest prompts in some way—keep a keen eye open for these themes throughout the first chapter! The caveat I can't help adding is that it is very much still a draft, so by the time I post the full chapter on AO3, some changes may have been made! The completed chapter will also have footnotes relating to research/references for your readerly enjoyment xx Anyway! Without further ado, a little bit of Damen love, courtesy of the first part of Chapter I of my upcoming fic, A Storm That Took Everything.

Chapter I In Threes

The first sign is the goat. It had been invisible on one stretch of the wooded path, and then the turn is taken, and there it is: a thing of exposed bones and matted locks of wool—huge and horned, black coat long and appearing clogged with fungus, risen on its hind legs and stripping bark from a plane tree. The efforts are not easy, jerking and ragged movements, tearing and not shedding. It is so close to Damen’s path that if he were to veer his horse slightly, to lean across and reach out his arm, he could pull on its mouldy fur. He slows his mount to a trot as he passes, inexplicable thrill clamping around his throat, and continues down the path. With a glance over his shoulder, the goat slips away, camouflaged by the silver of the tree bark and the foggy green of the leaves.

Damen speeds up again.

This high up, in the hills of Ios, the riding paths are twisted. They wrap around the rock formations, following the lay of the land in a way that makes for an easy ascent but an attentive journey. Every other turn, Damen catches sight of the city through the trees: buildings lit gold in the morning light, the sparkling bay beyond. His sunrise habit, to ride to the clifftops before the day has fully dawned and the troubles of his schedule can set in—to clear his head, and ready it for his father’s office. On this morning, though, when he crests a particular crag and halts his horse to take in the view, as he often does, a sharp glare forces him to shield his eyes. His heart quickens once more—fire, across the city. The buildings, orange and ablaze; the bay, sparking not with turquoise glitter, but with waves like sharp knives. The wind, likely what has whipped the dry heat into an inferno, is incongruously cold as it chafes his exposed skin. Damen’s breath catches; he swallows; he blinks.

Ios is not aflame. It is the sun lighting on the stone, nothing more, the rays filtered odd and splintered through the scattered cloud cover. The tumult in the bay, only caused by what must be a polar wind migrating from colder climes. The seasons have shifted, after all, and winter looms.

He forces a laugh, admittedly as much to convince himself of his own stability as anything, patting at his horse’s neck as it patiently awaits setting off again. It wickers in response: are you quite finished with your overreactions? Some of us have oats and apples waiting. Damen gives it one more pat, before nudging it onward with his heels. Home, now. With the way his nerves are going, cutting the ride short seems necessary.

Sleep has been difficult. That has to be the reason; seeing the goat was unsettling, in short, but only because of the scant hours of rest and long hours of restless waking that have been darkening the bruises under Damen’s eyes day by day. Or, night by night. The goat on the hillside bore only a passing resemblance to the one in his dreams—the horns, the black coat. The phantasm that he sees sometimes is more shadow than creature, a blotted impression of a goat that he largely recognises because of the smell. This real beast had a form, and meat. It was fetid. Rot-ridden. A pitiable thing, on the doorstep of Death and inevitable decay.

No, Damen decides as he and his horse break through the trees and onto the field path that leads back to the city, the goats were not the same. His sleeplessness is playing tricks, as the light had played tricks to turn the city’s glow into a flame.

He assembles his smile and his posture for public, consciously loosening the grip of his gloved hands on the reigns. Not a moment too late; barely has he crossed the row of houses that back the field, when he passes two ladies dressed for the market, and has cause to tip his hat. He attempts a genial expression, but likely approximates a grimace.

The horse-groom is waiting at the gate to the Vasilias property when Damen arrives, a high-hedged plot of land neighboured by other such high-hedged plots of land in a heritage district of the city. In Damen’s youth, he did not think of the house as particularly large or significantly appointed—it was so of a piece, the other houses on the street with just as many rooms and just as much imported furniture. It was only when he became a soldier, only when he returned from the Veretian border and started to frequent the dockside boxing hall, that he came to realise the exact measure of his father’s money. Damen’s money, ultimately. And perhaps sooner than he would want it.

He is likely frowning as he hands the reigns off to the groom, which is perhaps why the boy gives him a startled, pale look before dropping his gaze altogether and performing an admirable attempt to melt into the horse’s shadow.

“Thank you,” Damen tries, an endeavour to smooth it over, but it comes out entirely too gruff. He hesitates a moment, before straightening and striding toward the house. He does not look back. He does, however, slow at the sight of a figure emerging from the front door, closing it delicately behind herself with a clear effort to ensure the action is silent.

“My Lady,” Damen calls to her, proper thought abandoned, because surely this will lift his mood. Surely this will be a bolstering—a shore against whatever tempest is hammering away at his rationality and habitual composure. Lady Jokaste turns, and even before Damen broaches the distance between them, he can see her rosy smile.

“I thought that I had missed you,” she says once they meet, her stood on the top step of the porch and him on the cobbles, bringing them to almost the same height. She is hatless, an oversight for visiting, but Damen has no cause to complain: her gloriously yellow hair, pinned and curled with volume and wave as it is, catches the morning light and turns her golden. She is also not made up, her complexion un-powdered and unaltered, which is a further pleasure to see. He notices something which he has not before: a pretty constellation of barely-brown freckles, on her cheekbone under her right eye.

“You would have, if I had followed my habit. Yet the stars have seemed to align in our favour; I cut my ride short, and find you here to greet me.” Her gaze drops for a moment, causing her blonde eyelashes—abundant and rendered uncommonly colourless in the sun—to flutter. Damen finds that his smile is now more genuine. The day has improved already.

“I am aware of the impropriety, but your brother permitted me to wait in the drawing room. I had hoped that—No matter. I unfortunately cannot linger. I have an appointment, and Madame Broussard does not like to be kept waiting.”

“I wonder that a Veretian dressmaker has the audacity to dictate the schedules of Akielon women, no matter how fine her tailoring. I am sure she will not make you suffer consequence for a few minutes’ delay. And besides,” he adds with warmth, sweeping what is perhaps an overly-obvious gaze down her person, “you appear to be already well-dressed for a ball.” Indeed, the gown she wears is of a gleaming cream silk, barely shades lighter than the skin of her exposed décolletage. The hollow of her throat provides a cradle for a resplendent ruby, suspended from a velvet ribbon tied neatly around her slender neck. Her gloves, of the same burnished ivory as her dress, are clenched in her fist; her caplet, draped over her forearm almost as though she had picked it up as an afterthought, in a rush. If he had seen her in this dress across a ballroom, Damen would be unable to stop himself from bypassing proper introduction and hurtling straight to asking for the dance.

The imagined scenario is not, in effect, all too different from the way that they met—a meeting the direct cause of the heavy diamond now nestled on her left ring finger, a promise made and intention declared with the most fashionable stone available. When he had presented it to her, her expression made it seem as though he could have mined the diamond from her own sparkling eyes.

“I have not yet been home,” she tells him smoothly, free of self-consciousness where another lady may be victim to it. This is something that Damen liked of her instantly: her honesty. She has always been forward with her thoughts, and remains exactly as she seems. “Or I did stop in, at an early hour, but did not stay long enough to dress for the day. I was given a message by my housekeeper, appraising me of something which an acquaintance of mine discovered—there was barely sunlight, but I came to you directly, only to find that you had already left for your ride. But—perhaps it is not so urgent as I fear. I am going to be late,” she adds, descending the steps and making to sweep past him. Unthinkingly, he catches her by the upper arm. It does stop her, but it also puts a hardness into her eyes that he has not seen before. As gently as he can manage, he releases her, and puts a wide step between them.

“I apologise, unreservedly. That was a liberty taken and not asked for. But Jokaste, please—can you not simply tell me now? Or I shall take you in the carriage, and you can tell me on the journey?”

“Do not trouble your groom. It is barely a block away.” She has not gone cold, but uncompromising; the solidity of marble, only brought to softness by the application of a skilled sculptor’s hand. Damen’s hand, it seems, lacks the artistry in this moment. “You have been issued an invitation. I daresay it is for the reception that I will also be attending tomorrow night. We will discuss the matter then.”

“Then—if it is truly not urgent. And as long as you are well. I look forward to seeing your new gown, tomorrow night.” Into the sentiment, he injects all the warmth and apology available to him. It does little to soothe the injury, clearly, as she looks to him with a pronounced blankness.

It is a fortunate thing, that she is so forthcoming with her speech; he often finds her expressions inscrutable.

“Captain Vasilias,” she replies by way of farewell, and this time he does not move to stop her. Damen does not move at all, except to watch her, until she has exited through the visitor’s door to the side of the main gate and disappeared from sight.

It is not as though he has not touched her before. They have danced, obviously, and he was blessed to hold her hand while they courted. Since the arrangement has been made, even, she has visited his bed on a number of occasions (always with the admonishments of “No other will hear of this,” and “This will not occur again”). The memories of those secretly-bestowed nights filled his absent thoughts, until about a month ago.

The gift of her body, only ever given with the acknowledgement that it is promised to Damen anyway, and so the long engagement is no reason to behave as though they are still courting. He knows that the endurance of their betrothed state has been grating on her, the situation of suspension which he keeps her in being a cause of much frustration. He had always made it clear, though, that he could not dedicate himself to her when the company was in flux. She does not deserve his instability, nor only a careless portion of his attentions.

With his father’s current condition, perhaps she will not have to wait much longer.

Part II of Chapter I of A Storm That Took Everything will be posted on day 2 of the Damen Love Fest 🖤🖤🖤

#damenlovefest2023 #captive prince #damianos of akielos #captive prince fic #lamen fic #my writing #a storm that took everything fic

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yoonia · 4 months

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foreword: 2024

Still here and writing ✍️

Happy New Year 2024!!

First of all, I want to take this chance to thank everyone for all of their love and support. I know that I am barely present as of late, due to life getting in the way of my love for writing and being emotional for watching the boys enlisting. But thanks to you who are still following me and the new ones who have just found me, you became the reason why I’m still here and sharing my content with you all.

Last year was rough for most of us. I witnessed a lot of authors stepping back due to having creative blocks or having big changes in life and priorities. I know because I had my own struggles throughout the year 2023. From losing my dearest pet, to moving to a new place and taking time adjusting, starting a new job, and I’ve also been busy planning for new things that I’ll be starting this year. Watch out for some good news that I’ll be sharing soon!

Though I might be busy with other endeavours, I will still be writing. My absence might get a bit more prominent at the start of the year, but I promise I’m not going anywhere. You might see me reorganising some stuff (my blog, Patreon, ko-fi) as I’m making changes here and there to create a more comfortable creative space for myself. I’m also determined to finish some of my long-awaited series, release some fic commissions that I finished last year but have yet to publish, and perhaps bring back some stories that are readers’ favourite.

As always, you can follow my writing progress and journey through my Schedule Post and my writing journal which you can find on Patreon. And for a bonus, you can take a sneak peek of the stories that I’m working on below. Just so you’ll know what to expect in the near future.

Until then,

Xoxo Dia

!!Bonus: Sneak peeks of my upcoming WIPs!!

⟶ Title | Alpha’s Inferno ⟶ Pairing | Namjoon x OC/female original character ⟶ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!OC, Smut, Angst⟶ Summary | Alphas can only be stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined had almost sent Namjoon into the wilderness, to an illness known to shifters as the Mating Sickness. Fighting his illness, the Alpha continues to lead his pack of misfits all on his own since. Facing betrayals, living constantly with distrust, losing his allies, and finding his own pack slowly crumbling into disarray as he slowly succumbs into his sickness. But the war has turned enemies into allies, and hate becomes love, and he wasn’t completely ready to find the Moon Goddess giving him a second chance to find love in the form of the being that he had once distrusted the most.⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | Flux: Blindsided - from Flux! the series, final instalment ⟶Character | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook ⟶Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Smut, Angst ⟶Summary | Yoongi never knew that he did not only take your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook’s as well. He had left the two of you behind by making you both believe that he was giving things up all due to his fear and insecurities. Little do you know that nothing is truly that simple. And it never really would. ⟶Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | The Whispers in The Mist⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶Genre | Ghost!Yoongi, Reincarnation au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | He first came to you through your dream, luring you to find him, only to always wake up with his shadows fading with the rising sunlight. But when you can still feel his presence in the daylight, when you keep finding traces of his existence wherever you look, you start to wonder if perhaps he is more than just an object of your lucid dream. Perhaps what you have been seeing at night are your forgotten memories, and he is finally here to help you unravel every part of it, until you could finally remember who he really was. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Dark topic, sacrilege, explicit sex scene (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

Teaser available on Patreon!

⟶ Title | G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel side story ⟶ Pairings | Hoseok x OC/female reader (feat. Yoongi/Jungkook) ⟶ Genre | Hacker!Hoseok, Assassin!reader, Detective!Jungkook, CEO Yoongi, angst, suspense, mystery ⟶ Summary | Always have an escape plan. Jung Hoseok has always been the curious boy, too smart for his own good, and has lived on the edge for as long as he could remember. Living in the shadows, he had operated under the name “G.H.O.S.T” and nobody had ever managed to catch his trail. All except for one man, who had not only given him a chance for redemption, but also a reason for him to survive, and you, the shadow that he had overlooked for a long time, but always ready to come out into the light before he gets far too deep into his own darkness.

Teaser 1 is available on Patreon; read teaser 2 here

⟶ Title | Bad For You: Undercover - A Spin-Off ⟶ Character | Taehyung x reader ⟶ Summary | They say only the strongest women can love men like him. You thought you could take the challenge, but what happens when life and everything around you challenge you back? ⟶ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Taehyung, Smut, Angst, Mature theme ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story ⟶ Character | Jimin x reader | note: with POV changes ⟶ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. For the past year you have been a member to the club, never once had they failed to help you indulge in your deepest and darkest need, the desire to embrace a part of you that you had never been able to show anyone else before. Tonight, however, you are met with a disappointment when your arranged ‘date’ had bailed on you. But just as you are ready to turn away in defeat, you cross path with the lovely attendant whose gentle gaze and soft smile have always been able to make you fluster more than any dates you have been with. You know that accepting his offer might cause some inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no?⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

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changelingsandothernonsense · 8 months

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Wip Whenever

Another week and some more art and writing. Tagged by @mareenavee <3 Tagging @orfeoarte, @thequeenofthewinter, @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @snippetsrus, @thana-topsy, @saltymaplesyrup, @tallmatcha, @kookaburra1701, @rosette-dragonborn Yea i have exactly 2 spoons and I'm using one to interact with others. 0 pressure of course but I wrestle with my desire to tag and my anxiety with annoying people :P lol Anyway! First I have some painting! More of that tarty Josh tarting about before kicking Dagoth ass. Playing with embroidery, accessories etc.

It's getting there! :) Writing under the cut.

A snippet from chapter 6 of Serious Mistakes (the Skyrim timeline)...or Josh is relying a little too much on potions to get him from point A to plan E.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Teldryn’s attention snapped back to the guard captain’s sudden change in tone. He watched as the outlander flashed the guard captain another overly sweet smile before dropping down into the tunnels, a larger cloud of ash arising from the impact of her landing.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! No! Teldryn chewed on his lip. A light metallic taste filled his mouth, mixing with the familiar, disappointing bitterness of ash. He grimaced, he’d never gotten used to that side effect. He wondered if he ever would.

“Get back up here!” Veleth was crouching over the grate, his voice panicked at the sudden deviation from regulation, “I… I can’t fit down there!” Teldryn waited for a moment, watching as the guard captain floundered, a small voice arose from below, though he couldn’t quite catch what was said. Too far away, too much echo. Teldryn moved himself back into the small alcove beside the cell, a small wooden table and a bookshelf sat by the sloping wall, obscured ever so slightly by the darkness. He leaned against the table and waited as Veleth muttered something under his breath, too low for Teldryn to hear but the tone was clear.

He hadn’t expected this either.

He watched as the guard captain stalked out of the cell, right past Teldryn and back towards the door. Conveniently leaving the cell door wide open. Perfect, that saves him fiddling around with the lock. He waited a few extra moments after he heard the door close. What he needed to do now would blow his cover and remove the effects of the invisibility potion he’d just downed. He needed to be absolutely sure he was alone.

He counted to three and exhaled slowly, taking off his helm and placing it on the table beside him. A cold sensation overcame him as the cloaking effects of the invisibility potion nullified. A stupid side effect really. Teldryn thought for a moment. He had one shot at this and he couldn’t afford to mess this up. He ran his modified plan over in his head one last time, staring at a small, dusty vial sitting on the shelf before him. Hang on! Teldryn reached for the vial and rubbed off some of the dust, revealing the pale, blue liquid that the vial contained.

Maybe he should start praying to Lady Luck instead. She seemed to be the only one listening. An interesting turn of events but Teldryn decided he’d embrace it. How often do you find magicka potions lying around Raven Rock after all? By the gods! Did he need this small win! He downed the entire vial; the bitter taste of ash coated his tongue as the pain in his head subsided slightly. It was weak but better than what he’d been working with earlier. Which was absolutely nothing. He summoned a small flame for a moment, felt the energy whirl around his fingertips as he allowed the magicka fuelling the tiny inferno to dissipate. It was more than he felt right asking for. He wouldn’t waste it.

It was time to finish this!

#wip whenever #my art #teldryn sero #danger!josh #eepy!Josh #dunmer #Sydari Aralen #mentioned #talking #josh is observing #Modyn Veleth #Raven Rock #solstheim #skyrim #morrowind #nerevarine

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adelaidedrubman · 4 months

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wip wednesday..... reader’s choice round-up edition

tagged by my dears @g0dspeeed @simplegenius042 @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @galaxycunt for the wip title game!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

(stealing wombat’s “all” omission, and organizational system.) below cut because fair warning some of these are nsfw (with descriptive enough titles). (throwing in an extra no pressure due to that) (fics containing nsfw content are italicized) (asterisks = not all of it, feel free to specify sfw or nsfw snippet requested if you’re interested in those titles)

active wip docs (i have worked on some time within the past couple months, there is a reasonable chance these will get finished):

what if the strap could prematurely ejaculate

jestiny’s perfect day

19. a very uncomfortable dinner.......... 2

have faith in christmas

hallmark 2: electric boogaloo

america's sweetheart epilogue

hank meets the man from the big pictures

4. hooked on a feeling

pseudo-abandoned/dead wip docs:

mae'zel post-creche unpleasantness

play stupid games, win stupid prizes*

jenna’s day off*

footnotes to an inferno

field notes

nick rye talks to the union*

JENNA we need to COOK

i was working in the lab late one night*

beach episode

it's joseph's turn to have a bad day

other manner of documence:

my master document (wildfire stray scenes/notes)

hl&s outline + stray scenes (what it says)

darlings graveyard (not wips but deleted or reworked wildfire scenes)

ah dang now there’s counting. no pressure tags out to @henbased @florbelles @lordundying @belorage @theresaruggedroad @derelictheretic @cassieuncaged @schoute @dickytwister @vasiktomis @chickenparm @delicateweapon @corvosattano @jackiesarch @starsandskies @shallow-gravy @nightbloodbix @strangefable @quickhacked @captastra @8bitpizzacoupons

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full---ofstarlight · 8 months

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wip wednesday

idk if this will manifest into anything longer but i did want to post a little galevyre drabble because i am soooooooooooooo normal about them hahahahahahahahahaha ha anYway, this was conceived as a 5 x 1 which explains the first sentence:

The first: her eyes remind him of a fire.

“Tell me — was it this resemblance that sparked your propensity towards evocation? Or is it all merely a coincidence?”

She scrunches up her nose, which Gale has learned to mean she is trying to find her words. That’s not entirely accurate. Delvyre has plenty of words — perhaps too many, which is why when she takes a pause to speak, that means she is carefully choosing which of the many words flitting through her mind should grace his presence.

“It’s a coincidence,” are her chosen words, but then she also adds, “Mostly.” And that stirs his curiosity, but then she adds a third statement: “You’re not the first person to make this comparison, you know.”

“I’d be disappointed if I was.”

“The first person is the reason.” She laughs, that full-bodied way she does, eyes crinkling shut and her teeth bared to the world. “My father used to call me his little flame.” And then she turns those golden flame-licked eyes towards him, not a trace of sadness or regret within them. “He died in a fire.”

“That’s fascinating.”

Immediately, he regrets his choice of adjective. He shouldn’t be telling her that her father’s death is fascinating, because it isn’t. It’s tragic and sad, but what’s fascinating is that despite that, she chose to study elemental magic and harness flames of her own. What’s fascinating is how her eyes light up when she conjures fire and how in a heated blaze, her hair whips around her and it’s like she’s an inferno herself, the very thing that killed her father.

But Delvyre tilts her head back as she looks at him, still smiling.

“I know, isn’t it? No one else seems to think so.”

Her eyes crinkle again. Her smile widens. He sees that her left incisor is ever so slightly sharper and longer than her right. He wants to ask about that, wants to know if there’s a story behind her chipped tooth, just as much as he wants to ask about the scar across her face and the glimpse of the tattoo he’s seen on her left shoulder. But that would mean admitting that his gaze lingers on her, and he’s already admitted enough by talking about her flame-licked eyes.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #gale dekarios #tama writes #char delvyre #delvyre x gale #we love to pine in this house #yearning pining longing #wip wednesday

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necromancers-incorporated · 8 months

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First chapter of a wip (dark mog au)

“I am ready to request my second lesson” Morrigan whispered to herself. A volley of concerns and excuses tumbled through her mind, but she shut them down. All at once, her bedroom went dark, but for millions of glowing red specks of light.

“I have to admit, I thought you’d take longer.” Squall materialized out of the darkness. “‘Never going to be like me’ and all that. Glad to find out I was wrong.”

“You’re not, I just want to learn how to use my power. I’m not going to be like you.” Morrigan couldn’t keep her voice from shaking, as hard as she tried.

“Well then, Miss Crow. Would you like to learn how to summon Wunder?”

For a split second, Morrigan’s cheek twitched into a smile. “Absolutely.”

“Well then,” squall clapped, and the Hunt vanished as suddenly as they had arrived. “Let us begin.”

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“Morningtide’s child is merry and mild,”Morrigan began. Her singing voice was horrendous, but she pressed on. “Eventide’s child is wicked and wild,” she kept going, confidence growing with every off key note. “morningtide’s child arrives with the dawn, eventide’s child brings gale and storm” she flexed her fingers, feeling a faint prickle.

“Where are you going, oh son of the morning?” Squall prodded.

“Up with the sun where the winds are warning”

“Where are you going, oh daughter of the night?”

“Deep down below where the pale things bite.” Morrigan opened her eyes to a near blinding quantity of Wunder. It swirled around her and caught her in a pale, glowing tornado until all she could see was golden light. “What do I do?” Morrigan asked, a notable edge of terror creeping into her voice.

“You use it.” Squall said simply, as if this were obvious.

With her panic, the taste of ash rose in her throat. She squeezed her eyes to prevent a few desperate tears from falling, silently begging for Squall to stop it, for Jupiter to come in, anything!

“Breathe” Squall’s voice cut through her fear like a hot knife through lard. Morrigan opened her eyes and breathed. Were those… sparks? And was there a little less Wunder in the room? She exhaled again, and all the wunder around her pulled itself into a glowing fireball. Squall smiled.

“Inferno.”

That's fucking brilliant, I love the dark Mog aus, she would be a fantastic villain. Teacher Ezra is also fabulous and I love their dynamic.

#nevermoor #asks #morrigan crow #dark!mog #ezra squall

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Bergamot and Beans Ch1

AstarionxTav, Coffee/Tea Shop AU - set post endgame. First meetings, falling in love, eventual smut. (And a little angst!) No warnings apply.

WIP - subscribe on Ao3 or follow for more.

“You’re late,” Alfira said, removing her apron and levelling a disappointed look at Maeve.

“I know, I know!” Maeve huffed, throwing her satchel behind the counter and pulling an apron on. “I done got stuck talking to Master Sinclair, didn’t I? Y’know how he drones on in the evenings.”

Alfira strode away from the counter and picked up her lute, beginning to tune it.

“Maeve, you know I have no idea what any of these people are like, right?”

“I tell you about them all the time!” Maeve turned to Alfira with an exasperated look, pinning her wild red hair out of her face.

“Yes, but you know how you drone on.”

“Oh, shut it, you make me listen to every bloody detail of your life,’ she said, haphazardly clipping on her name tag.

“That’s because it’s far more interesting than boring old monks in a stuffy library… Oh. Wow…’ Alfira trailed off, looking over Maeve’s shoulder. She cleared her throat and continued. “You have customers, by the way.”

“Feck, sorry, okay, what can I–” Maeve turned to face the men behind the counter, plastering on a smile, and found herself momentarily dumbstruck by a strikingly beautiful elf. “…get you, gentlemen?” She hoped she had managed to brush it off as being flustered.

The more harried human of the pair spoke first, asking for a strong cup of coffee with a frightening amount of sugar. Maeve raised her eyebrows at his request - she pitied whoever had to spend time with this man after he consumed it.

“Sure thing, and what about yourself, sir?” Maeve said, turning back to the elf, stealing a moment to properly look at him. He was gorgeous, all perfect lines, and soft-looking hair. He reminded her of one of the marble statues she had studied years ago - the seductively handsome devils playing at being angels.

“Coffee isn’t really my drink.” He sounded almost bored, leaning against the counter, but there was a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at Maeve. His red eyes seemed to stare straight into her, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously. “Surely there’s something more… appetising?”

Well here at Bergamot and Beans we're known for our wide selection of teas! 23 flavours and counting,” Maeve said instinctively, gesturing to the shelves behind her.

Hell’s inferno, she thought, what a tosser I sound like.

“Elkazaran Breakfast’s the most popular,” she supplied, when he raised his eyebrows.

“Sure, why not?” he said, and looked almost… disappointed.

“Great, have a seat and I’ll get those ready. A copper each, thanks.”

They dropped the coins on the counter and Maeve turned away to prepare the drinks as Alfira started playing her set, the opening bars to Somebody’s Girl filling the shop.

When they were ready, she set them down in front of the two men, the human man thanking her far more graciously than a simple coffee delivery warranted. That, and his amusing order, earned the two of them what would be her only genuine smile of the night.

‘Enjoy! Let me know if you need anything else,’ she said, unintentionally directing it towards the pretty elf.

“Thank you, Eveaw,” he said with a smile, and far more warmth than she normally received from customers. She lingered for just a second, to savour the feeling, until two women walked in and signalled the start of the evening rush.

Maeve was already halfway back to the counter when she twigged to what he said. She looked down at her chest and read the name tag there: ‘MAEVE’.

It was upside down.

She muttered out a curse and tore it off, throwing it under the counter as she greeted the two women.

Several more people came in after, and by the time she had a break in service to come check on them, the men had already left. The coffee cup had been drained completely, but the lukewarm tea was almost entirely untouched.

Several hours later, Maeve pulled her hood closer around her face as she turned down a dark alleyway.

She stepped down a set of stairs to a basement door, and palmed a silver coin to a dwarven man sitting in front of it.

“Good to see you again, Morrigan,” he said in a low voice, opening the door for her. “You’ve got a nice crowd in there. Good luck tonight.”

“Thanks Darmund. Shan’t be needing it, if it’s anything like last week.”

Darmund laughed quietly, clapping her on the back as she passed through the door. The sound grew as she ventured deeper into the building, down another flight of stairs and through the twisting halls, until she emerged into a large, dark room filled with people and a smoky haze.

Lakrissa found her quickly, taking her cloak from her and ushering her to the edge of the ring.

“I like the new hair colour,” she said, twirling a lock of it around her finger, “the brown suits you.” She looked down at her fingertips, noticing the residue it had left there, and wiped it off on Maeve’s shoulder.

“Thanks. It’s only temporary. I figure now I’m making a wee name for myself, it might serve to be less recognisable down here.”

“Smart thinking. Now you're just another copper-a-dozen half-elf."

"Thanks," Maeve said dryly. "How's looking in the ring then?"

"Well, it sounds like you might finally have a challenge on your hands again, there’s a new fighter in your class with some real buzz. Betting’s against you, so you stand to profit if you win.”

Maeve tucked in the ends of her wrist wraps, flexing her hands to test the fit and watching her opponent do the same.

She looks strong, but slow, she thought.

Maeve was right - once she got in the ring and dodged a few pot shots, she was practically dancing around the other woman, teasing her and trying to goad her into a mistake.

One lapse and I’ll have her. It was almost too easy.

But then, through the haze over the other woman’s shoulder, Maeve spotted a flash of white hair across the room. Her eyes followed it, mind wandering to her interaction earlier that day.

There’s no way he’d be down here.

“Get your head in the game, Morrigan!” Lakrissa shouted from behind her. Maeve realised her distraction a moment too late as a fist connected with her jaw, hard .

Three evenings passed before Maeve saw the two men again at Bergamot and Beans.

“Not a fan of the Elkazaran Breakfast were you?” Maeve asked when they approached her.

“...What? Oh, uh, no, it was fine,” the elf said, taken aback. He wasn’t the first to be surprised by her sharp memory. “But nevertheless, I think I’m in the mood for something different today.”

“Of course, what tickles your fancy?” Maeve said with far more enthusiasm than required. She cringed internally as she listened to herself.

“You know what? Surprise me.”

His eyes travelled down to the side of her face, clearly catching the purpling bruise on her jaw. Maeve quickly turned her attention to the other man.

“And for yourself? Strong and sweet again?”

He was looking a jot less harried than the last time he was in, but still had an unmistakable air of disarray about him. Typical wizard.

“You remembered!” he said, brightening visibly. “Yes please.”

As they walked away, Maeve caught the beginning of their conversation.

“See Astarion, this is what a little loyalty gets you…”

Astarion. Maeve mouthed the name silently, filing it away for later. A pretty name for a pretty man.

This time, she double checked her name tag before delivering their drinks. Just as she had hoped, Astarion thanked her with extra emphasis on her proper name, so she risked a wink at him and earned a slight smirk back.

Returning to the counter, she kept an eye on the elf, watching for a reaction. He sipped his tea, looked decidedly unfazed, and continued his conversation with his very animated friend. Maeve didn’t see him touch the cup again.

Bugger.

Two nights later, right at the end of the evening, the bell above the door tinkled.

Maeve looked up from the book she’d been engrossed in for the last half hour to see Astarion again. But he was alone this time.

“The lemon green was a bust too then?” she asked, fatigue dulling her usual chipper work-voice.

“Not my favourite,” Astarion said with a chuckle, and she was struck again with that curiously intent stare of his.

“Keen to try something else then? A little more floral perhaps?”

“Dealer’s choice,” he said, waving his hands in her direction.

Maeve gestured for him to take a seat as he dropped a copper on the counter, and she turned to survey the shelves of tea.

She heard his footsteps a few seconds later than she anticipated, like he had lingered. Probably looking at my arse, she thought – he wouldn’t be the first.

Her fingers trailed across the jars of tea before settling on the jasmine. White flowers for white hair.

Maeve brewed two pots of it and when she turned to take one over to him, she jumped, surprised to see him sitting at the counter just a few seats down.

He appeared to be engrossed in a sheet of paper in front of him, a pair of gold reading glasses perched on his nose, but Maeve caught him smirk when she startled.

“Thank you, Maeve,” he said when she set the pot down, a hint of ritual to his speech.

“Yer welcome, Astarion,” she said, holding back a wee grin.

He paused in his movements, looking up at her with narrow eyes, like he might say something. But he breathed out a little ‘huh’ and his face softened again, his eyes still on her.

“You’ll want to pour that quick, it’s a delicate wee brew, the jasmine.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you from yours then,” he said.

“Of course,” Maeve said, and tapped her fingertips on the counter. “Enjoy.”

She returned to her own seat, pouring out a small cup and inhaling the sweet smell of it, watching him over the rim of her cup as she pretended to drink.

When Astarion tasted the brew, he made a face that could only mean “Meh.”

Maeve chuckled into her tea, and he looked over at her.

“Big fan of that one, are ye?” she asked.

“I’m starting to think tea’s not the drink for me either.”

“Don’t be silly, love. Just have to find the right one, don’t we?”

“Three down, twenty more to go,” he said, nodding at the shelves of tea.

“Hopefully it doesn’t take that many. I’ll have to go looking for some more options then!” she laughed.

“Gods forbid,” Astarion said, looking back at her with a slight smile. Maeve held his gaze for a moment, and when his eyes travelled back to her yellowing bruise, she looked back down at her book.

They sat in relative silence for several minutes, Astarion taking one sip for every 10 of hers, until Maeve slammed her book closed.

“What a feckin’ idiot!” she muttered, taking another drink of tea to calm her down. She noticed Astarion looking over at her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It couldn’t have come at a better time, actually. This report was threatening to put me to sleep for the first time in my life.”

Maeve snorted indelicately into her tea, and luckily he spared her a remark.

“What are you reading then? Who’s the fecking idiot ?” he asked, mimicking her accent with surprising skill.

“Elminster Aumar’s Extended History of Faerun - you’d think the bloody man had never left Baldur’s Gate, what with how much he’s made up. Doesn’t know a feckin’ thing about The Whalebones…” Maeve stopped herself before getting too far down that path. Alfira could pretend to listen tomorrow.

“Gods below, what convinced you to pick up that drivel?”

“Some silly bint working at Sundries. Gods, don’t get me started on her either.”

Astarion huffed a small laugh, looking away from her.

Maeve lifted the lid off her teapot, making a small noise of disappointment when she saw it was empty. Astarion slid his over without a word.

“You’re sure?” she asked.

“You’ll enjoy it far more than I will.”

Maeve poured herself a cup, took a sip, and made a face.

“And you expected me to like that one?” Astarion teased.

“Been in there too long, it’s turned bitter now,” she said, and glanced up at the clock. “... d’ya want to try something else? On me.”

“How could I turn down such a tempting offer?” he asked, leaning forward to place his chin on his hands.

“This time I am gonna make you choose something though,” she said, leaning across the counter towards him. “Sweet or spicy?”

“Well, I do like spicy food,” he said conspiratorially.

“I thought you might.”

Maeve prepared a single pot and set it on the counter between them.

“This one,” she said, holding out the open jar of tea to him, “is a divisive one. Technically a tisane, because it contains no tea leaves - but try telling the average punter that. Dark chocolate, chilli, and dates are what you’ll be smelling there.”

Astarion took a deep inhale of the scent, pulling a face that at least tried to appear receptive.

“Well it certainly sounds interesting if nothing else,” he said, and slid his cup over.

“That it is,” she said, making no move to pour. “And it needs a few minutes to really develop those flavours. So while we wait… Tell me, Astarion, what brings you in tonight? I suspect it’s not tea.”

“Well, Maeve . You remember Gale.”

“The wizard you been coming here with?” she asked, leaning against the counter towards him.

“The very same. He was terribly busy and insisted I come down so you wouldn’t forget about us. Something about maintaining our ‘customer loyalty’… Honestly I stopped listening after that. But… I suppose there are worse ways to spend an evening.”

“I suppose there are,” she said, letting a wry smile settle on her face. “And he doesn’t need to worry. Hard to forget someone who drinks coffee strong enough to kill me nan… Or a face like yours.”

Astarion huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Does that one usually work for you?”

“More often than not,” she admitted, laughing as well. “Probably not as well as it does for you.”

He fixed her with a stare, his face unreadable. “You are perceptive, aren’t you?”

“My stock-in-trade.”

He held her eye for a long moment.

“Interesting.”

Maeve scoffed. “Ah, I’ve been called worse I suppose.”

Guessing that enough time had likely passed, she poured out a cup for each of them, and took a drink, enjoying the slight tingle of the chilli. He watched her the whole time, without reaching for his own.

“Go on then, it’s perfectly safe now.”

He took a sip, and this time he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

“That one’s not bad, actually.”

“Aha!” Maeve exclaimed, slapping the counter. “We’re making progress! I’ll mark that one down in the maybe column.”

“You’re keeping score,” he said, levelling a playful look at her.

“Can you blame me? You’re a repeat customer even though I’ve not served you a single thing you’ve more than tolerated. How could I pass up an invitation like that? I will find something that you like,” she said, stabbing a finger down on the counter in emphasis.

“So you like a challenge, then?”

“It’s not even necessarily liking them … I just cannot abstain from them, no matter how hard I try.”

“I imagine that gets you into a fair bit of trouble.”

“You’ve no idea.”

“I may have some.”

Maeve narrowed her eyes, thoughts briefly flitting back to that flash of white she saw…

“Do you now? Surely not with the company you keep. How much trouble can you really get into when you’re with a wizard all the time?”

“He’d surprise you,” Astarion chuckled. “But I don’t spend all my waking hours with him. I still have time for… trouble .”

“And what kind of trouble is that?” Maeve asked, dropping her voice lower and leaning in towards him.

“Well,” he said, mirroring her actions, “there’s the usual excesses; drinking… debauchery… sex.”

He enunciated the last word clearly, staring into her eyes as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing along the edge of her jaw.

Maeve held his stare, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of an outward reaction, despite the momentary stutter of her heartbeat. He was clearly a practised hand at making people shiver.

“Does that one usually work for you?”

Astarion dipped his head, his shoulders shaking slightly as he stifled a laugh.

“It does, actually,” he said, looking back up at her. “And frankly, that gets rather boring. I quite like a challenge myself, as it turns out.”

“Well, Astarion, if you’ll indulge me in mine…” she trailed off, gesturing between them in invitation.

“Of course, Maeve. So what trouble are you getting yourself into, hmm?”

“Oh, nothing special. Burglary, larceny, affray.”

Astarion nodded his head seriously. He was hearing sarcasm that wasn’t there, just as she’d hoped.

Maeve glanced up at the clock again, and stood up straight - she should have closed up about ten minutes ago.

“Alright, I should probably lock up now. Unless you’d like to finish that?” she asked, nodding towards his abandoned cup.

“No no, don’t let me monopolise your time any further,” he said, rising to his feet and letting her lead him to the entrance. “Will you be alright getting home? There are some dangerous people lurking around the Gate, especially at this time of night.” His hand came up, as if to examine the bruise on her face, but then he seemed to think better of it.

“I’ll be quite alright, thank you dear,” she said, lingering at the open door, waiting. “Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Goodnight Maeve.”

He started away, and she locked the door behind him. She lent back on the closed door for a moment, quickly replaying the evening in her mind.

He’d certainly lived up to the little spark of interest that ignited when she first saw him.

Maeve strode back over to the counter, throwing her apron at it and necking the leftover tea, before tidying everything away and heading upstairs to her apartment.

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beefrobeefcal · 7 months

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Beefro's Test Kitchen

I have been summoned! Thank you @iamasaddie & @xdaddysprincessxx for haling me.

This week's WIP is courtesy of On the Waterfront Chapter 2. I had another one in mind but that's for a very special The Catfish & The Mouse one shot but it needed spoiler warnings allllll over it.

Enjoy this morsel of chapter 2!

Into-the-river-below-I'm-running-from-the-inferno regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

By the time you’d made too many abstract shapes playing connect the dots on the popcorn ceiling, you heard voices and footsteps in the hallway getting closer. You sat up, putting your feet on the floor and listened. “Which one she in?” “Fuck you, Pope!” “Ah, come on, Benny… can’t keep her for yourself, buddy!” “Both of you – cut it out!” “Will - tell Pope to keep his fuckin’ distance from her. She doesn’t need his shit!” “That’s not up to you, Benny. So far, Fish hasn’t said no bueno. So, stay in line.” “Fuckin’ rights. Where is she? Just wanna give her a warm welcome.” “Pope… don’t push it.” “She in your room, Benny?” “Jesus – no, Pope! Leave her the fuck alone!” “Will said it already. Fish hasn’t said she’s off limits and he had you put her here with us. She’s gonna be – “ Pope’s sentence was cut off by a loud thud and Pope grunting, followed by raised voices, yelling, and quick footsteps and stomping. The scuffling and yelling abruptly stopped. “The fuck is going on?” “Fish! Benny’s fucking lost it, man!” “Leave her the fuck alone!” “That sweet little pussy’s gonna fuckin' – “ “Pope, shut the fuck up! Will, get him to his room.” “Fish! Please! Don’t let’em touch her!” “Come on, Ben…”

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rainpebble3 · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @mareenavee!

I'm tagging in return: @vivifriend @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thequeenofthewinter, @thana-topsy, @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @wildhexe, @elfinismsarts, @throughtrialbyfire, @saltymaplesyrup, @snippetsrus, @kookaburra1701, @polypolymorph, @inquisition-dragonborn, @orfeoarte, @tallmatcha, @rhiannon1199, @expended-sleeper, @dirty-bosmer,

I had thought about sharing my Nera fic buuut, I think I'll keep that to myself, build a bit of suspense for the assessments :D

So I'll share a short snip from my newest character, a Bosmer/Nord hunter. It'll be an entry/series of entries towards a bingo card :) No title yet but here is Belene!

Branches cut her cheek as she ran onwards. Flames haunted her memories, threatening to lick the footsteps left in the mud and Belene dug deeper, drawing on strength she never knew she had. The memories of her cowardice burned brighter than the fire spewing from the dragon’s mouth. Gods, why had she delayed going to Helgen for so long?!

The cart of deer and mountain goat lay abandoned at the gates. Belene had already been fearful when she reached the village in the midst of an execution. There was too much red for her to feel comfortable enough, and the moment flashes of black and gold scattered across her vision, Belene was backing off.

Weeks of work were wasted, but as her chest tightened after hours of scrambling, Belene was grateful to escape with her life. She could always hunt more deer, trap more rabbits, but surviving that clusterfuck? That was a once in a lifetime experience. Even soldiers ran past her, weeping and shrieking for mercy. It dulled her shame, but not by much.

The forest was dark around her, but it was as familiar as it had always been. Rising up like dear friends, trees dominated the horizon. Shrubs fluttered, their leaves stretching out as if to brush Belene’s clothes comfortingly and offer reassurances. Her sharp eyes picked out the safest path through these shrubs while she skimmed over faded hoofprints of migrating elk.

Belene was halfway into the mountains before she could stop for a breath. Leaning on a cluster of rocks, she wiped sweat from her brow and narrowed her black eyes. Her heart hammered in her ears, drowning out any sound. All she could hear was that and her rasping breaths tearing from exhausted lungs. Her legs gave way abruptly and Belene slid to the ground. Her hands shot out instinctively to cushion the fall and she curled her hands into fists, filling them with scraps of stone and dirt.

Beyond Belene, all that could be seen was an obscene plume of smoke curling from the remains of Helgen. It rose higher, hundreds of smaller fires melting into one deadly inferno. Even in the darkness, what little moonlight there was, was drawn to it. Belene pressed a fist to her mouth as she fought to contain a whimper.

Normally, at this time of night, the forest would be teeming with activity, but it was silent. Y’ffre himself had been quietened by the massacre. Belene pulled her knees to her chest, dragging her boots in the gravel, clinging onto any sound she could. The silence only reminded her of the deafening screams which had filled the air, pursuing her as she fled.

If Pa were still alive, he would be disgusted with her cowardice. He had raised her with the values of his Nord ancestors, expecting her to respect their heritage as well as balancing her mother’s roots as a former noble of Valenwood. Belene moaned quietly, what could she have done? Grabbing a fistful of her hair, winding ebony strands between her fingers, Belene tugged enough to force her tears to finally spill. What had she even seen?

A giant Argonian with wings? Some monstrosity spawned from a mutant version of the Hist? Or was it some kind of…

She cut her frantic mess of thoughts off with a strangled growl. It was no Argonian. Even in the mountains, far from the brutal scene, she knew what it was. Pa had read her too many stories about dragons for this monster to be anything else.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #modded skyrim #wip wednesday #writing #elder scrolls #i should be writing #BINGO

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xreynaa · 6 months

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if it is what it is, it is what it is.

Chronologically

Post-Canon

1. How I Met Your Father (WIP) (Family)

2. Everything's gonna be alright (WIP) (Prequel to HIMYF)

4. All I Want For Christmas Is You (WIP) (Same series with HIMYF)

6. "You swept me off my feet." (A chapter extract from AIWFCIY)

8. We love who we love (A chapter extract from HIMYF)

11. Run Away With Me (WIP) (Depressing)

14. it makes you weak (WIP) (Same series with HIMYF) - NashuriWeek

15. Reflection (WIP) (Soulmates AU) - NashuriWeek

26. Hero to Zero (WIP) (Family/Babies) - NashuriFamilyWeekend

27. Broken Hearted People (WIP) (Family/Multiverse) - NashuriFamilyWeekend

One-Shots

3. Six times they argued with each other in their mother tongue and One time they didn't. (Completed)

12. Three times Namor shows his toes out in Shuri's lab and One time he didn't. (Completed)

Pre-Canon/Divergence

7. Underwater (WIP) (Everyone lives)

Modern AUs

5. My Big Brown Puppy & Little Black Kitten (WIP) (Pets AU)

9. Chocolate or Me? (WIP) (University AU)

13. Idiots in Love (WIP) (Actors AU) - NashuriWeek

19. My Favourite Artist (WIP) (ACG Artists AU) - NashuriWeek

20. Sins (Completed/Might Expand) (Priest Namor/Author is not RELIGIOUS)

28. She loved him too fast yet he loved her too late (Completed) (Second Chance/Family/Depressing/Angst with HE)

Alternate Universe

10. I See You (WIP) (Avatar AU)

16. take me to Talokan and make me your Wife (WIP) (HOTD/GOT AU) - NashuriWeek

17. Someone you would die for (WIP) (TLOU AU) - NashuriWeek

18. Now that I See You (WIP) (Tangled AU) - NashuriWeek

29. Eyes of the Basilisk's Heart (WIP) (Monster Hunters AU) - Nashuriween

Drabbles/Prompts

21. You are the rest of my life (Completed but TBC) (Update once in a blue moon with new prompts on Twitter)

22. Who's JEALOUS Now? (Completed) (Jealous Duo)

23. Inferno (Completed/Might Expand) (Body Swap)

24. One Step Away (Completed/Might Expand) (Modern/Secret Relationship)

25. drunken void (Completed) (Post/Drunk & Second Chance/Hurt/Kiss/Blood)

just feeling a bit down lately & in the mood/ want to tidy things up/ let them haunt me at the outside so i can sleep in peace lol/ as you can see i have really bad focus/ will update again whenever & ever

#nashuri #namuri #namor x shuri

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foreword: 2023

back to writing ✍️

Happy New Year 2023!!

I know I’m late for this, but I had to start the new year with a massive hole inside my heart. Last year was a rough ride, and I just want to thank everyone who had been there with me through it all. For those of you who have been following me for years, for those of you who had only found me last year, and for everyone who had just stumbled upon my blog recently, I truly appreciate every single one of you.

Usually, I would end the past year and start the new with an overview of my journey, but after a hard year, I figured I’ll change things up and simply drop this post to say hi and give you a quick update. Nothing much is going to change in my blog, but I am trying to do my best to grow as a writer, so let’s just say that I have many things to offer.

Coming into the year, I have set a goal to finish a few of my impending series (eg. About Time, In Motion, Shifters series) while working on to post most of the WIPs that have been sitting in my draft for an entire year. Please be patient with me as I start working on them one at a time. Meanwhile, some of my discontinued series/fics will be taken down and moved into my Patreon, which has been in the process of happening starting from last year.

For more updates and announcements—whether it’s about my blog, personal, or my writing process—I will be adding them regularly into my Schedule Post. So please always refer to the post mentioned for any questions regarding my update/posting schedules.

My Patreon is still open with more special contents coming up, and my Ko-Fi is available for those of you who enjoy reading my works and are interested to send some support. You can find all the links on my navigation page.

As a little bonus for everyone, I will be giving you a sneak peek of my WIPs that will be coming this year (aside from the series mentioned above). I’m crossing my fingers while hoping that this year will be much better than the last, and I do hope that you will all be there to join the ride.

Until we meet again.

xoxo, Dia

!!Bonus: Sneak peeks of my upcoming WIPs!!

⟶ Title | Eternal Sunshine - Epilogue for Spotless Minds ⟶ Character | Hoseok x reader ⟶ Genre | Past Lovers!AU, New Beginning, inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds (yes, the movie) ⟶ Summary | You had always felt like meeting him was a chance of fate. He had always been the missing piece of the puzzle that you had been searching for, the beautiful stranger who had somehow become your home. But when your soul seems to refuse to stop searching, you begin to find scraps of the past that had somehow gone missing, erased and forgotten, hiding the pain that would have tainted the perfect life that you had built together. Suddenly, you are given a chance to open the pandora box, to collect the missing scraps of your past. Would you dare to open it and risk what you have with him, or would you leave it alone and move on, just the way you had decided to do a long time ago? ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read here

⟶ Title | Alpha’s Inferno ⟶ Pairing | Namjoon x OC/female original character ⟶ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!OC, Smut, Angst ⟶ Summary | Alphas can only be stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined had almost sent Namjoon into the wilderness, to an illness known to shifters as the Mating Sickness. Fighting his illness, the Alpha continues to lead his pack of misfits all on his own since. Facing betrayals, living constantly with distrust, losing his allies, and finding his own pack slowly crumbling into disarray as he slowly succumbs into his sickness. But the war has turned enemies into allies, and hate becomes love, and he wasn’t completely ready to find the Moon Goddess giving him a second chance to find love in the form of the being that he had once distrusted the most. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | Flux: Blindsided - from Flux! the series, final instalment ⟶ Character | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook ⟶ Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Smut, Angst ⟶ Summary | Yoongi never knew that he did not only take your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook’s as well. He had left the two of you behind by making you both believe that he was giving things up all due to his fear and insecurities. Little do you know that nothing is truly that simple. And it never really would. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | The Bedroom Hymns ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Princess!reader, Fantasy au, Faerie au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | Being the only daughter of the Wicked King has kept you living in a sheltered life. Never once you were given the chance to see the world beyond the walls of your father’s old castle, and yet, it had never stopped you from hearing all the dark rumours of your father’s indiscretions which had left you to continue living in the shadows. When the day comes for your father to send you to live in his castle by the sea, he left you with a new rule set in place. You are left with a set of keys, one which would lead you to travel through the thousand magical doors inside his castle, but you are to never leave through the front door or to step foot through the golden door at the end of the hall. (A twist from Bluebeard. Spoiler: the Wicked King is Bluebeard himself) ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature ⟶ Warnings | Dark topic, explicit sex (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

read here

⟶ Title | The Whispers in The Mist ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶ Genre | Ghost!Yoongi, Reincarnation au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | He first came to you through your dream, luring you to find him, only to always wake up with his shadows fading with the rising sunlight. But when you can still feel his presence in the daylight, when you keep finding traces of his existence wherever you look, you start to wonder if perhaps he is more than just an object of your lucid dream. Perhaps what you have been seeing at night are your forgotten memories, and he is finally here to help you unravel every part of it, until you could finally remember who he really was. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Dark topic, sacrilege, explicit sex scene (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

Teaser available on Patreon!

Teaser 1 is available on Patreon; read teaser 2 here

⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story ⟶ Character | Jimin x reader | note: with POV changes ⟶ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. For the past year you have been a member to the club, never once had they failed to help you indulge in your deepest and darkest need, the desire to embrace a part of you that you had never been able to show anyone else before. Tonight, however, you are met with a disappointment when your arranged ‘date’ had bailed on you. But just as you are ready to turn away in defeat, you cross path with the lovely attendant whose gentle gaze and soft smile have always been able to make you fluster more than any dates you have been with. You know that accepting his offer might cause some inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no? ⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

#💌 by dia #misc: announcement #2023 foreword #misc: work in progress

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