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Guys maybe someday I'll finish and post fanfiction again. That was a fun time. When I was doing that.
Silverflint for @paleanddepressed1 filling the @blacksailskinkmeme prompt ‘a very sweet silverflint first kiss?’
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Flint knows the instant Sliver realises he isn’t alone by the tightening of his shoulders, the way one hand hovers around his belt. He would swear he can see the hairs rise on the back of his neck if it weren’t impossible at this distance. It takes Sliver a second to actually spot him though, his figure a black shadow leaning against the mast. Flint steps forward out of the dark and their eyes lock until Sliver looks away again, back to watching the inky sea.
Wind catches in the sails, pulling them taught with a fluttering noise, and the ship slants slightly in response. Flint stumbles, anticipating a larger list than the warship gives; he’s still adjusting to not being on the smaller, lighter, tippier Walrus. Sliver just sways with the ship’s movement, already in tune with new motions. Flint marvels at how malleable the man is, the way he moulds himself to fit whatever is required; it’s a survival technique, one that always leaves Flint on the back foot, guessing at what’s been calculated underneath Sliver’s facade. The small part of Flint he rarely listens to anymore, the bit that’s a ghost of who he used to be, knows he doesn’t want to understand who Sliver really is for purely tactical reasons. He’s interested and it’s a threatening state to be in, like a spark too close to kindling.
“Problem?” Silver says, still not looking at Flint.
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This was written entirely while sitting in a traffic jam on the M25 and it is my first attempt at writing Silver, writing Flint (rather than McGraw or post-canon James) and my first attempt at Silverflint, so please be gentle 😘
my excessive use of commas and my love of run on sentences is alluring and attractive to my readers
nothing reveals typos better than the ao3 publish button. who needs spellcheck honestly
"work in progress" is actually so misleading like it assumes that im actually making progress on my work
everyday struggle i fear
It's not even a scene its a concept rn
Insane writing techniques that help me every time
writing
writing my words
thinking of words and writing them on paper
putting words on paper
putting them out there, words and all
typing on the keys and everything
filling up the document & shit
writing
Hope this helps !!!
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“What are you doing here?” “Beg pardon. Have we met before?” -- Winter, 1735
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And I'm back babey. Chapter 3 :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“What are you doing here?” “Beg pardon. Have we met before?” -- Winter, 1735
Come and get your Chapter 2 gays and theys! Happy toxic old man yaoi day to all who celebrate <3
writing mood™️
we talk a lot about the "in my head you are not welcome" moment but where's the love for Flint being like "where the fuck have you been?" the moment Silver leaves his side for 5 minutes???
i honestly stopped worrying about my writing being mistaken for AI because i honestly don’t think any program trained on the human conventions of the english language would actively choose the foul and grotesque deeds i force words to participate in on a regular basis
Congrats terrible character! You’ve earned my interest! Now for your reward! *starts spinning wheel of things wrong with me*
you can tell how much a fanfic writer loves their favorite fictional character by how much they torture them in their fanfics
the thing about writing is that it's very hard unless you have to leave the house in 15 minutes or perhaps go to bed