Buckle up, boyo.

In my Red Rising era. NSFW can crop up. NSFW content will be tagged and put under a cut but no minors please.

[trueidraws]

Fitchner and Bryn at the Mid-Summer Equinox festival.

(I imagine he would have slouched a bit with her 😅)

[nondelphic]

sometimes writing isn’t about talent. sometimes it’s about sitting in your chair and suffering for 45 minutes until a single sentence crawls out of your skull

[littleshebear]

🚧Work in Progress Wednesday 🏗️

“Well, Fitchner au Barca, why don't we continue this conversation somewhere a little drier, and warmer?” He offers me a hand. My eyes flicker between it and his face. I eventually fix my gaze on his, and it dawns on me that he's quite possibly the most stunning individual I've ever seen. Beautiful eyes that seem to shine in the dark, beautifully high cheekbones, a beautiful, chiselled jaw. He looks down at me with a smile that is patient. And beautiful. I lower my knife and put my calloused hand into his beautifully-manicured one. He hauls me to my feet and in that moment, my concussion-induced nausea gets the better of me. I pitch forward and vomit on his beautiful boots.

[luna-azzurra]

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

[littleshebear]

⚠️WORK IN PROGRESS WEDNESDAY 🚧

“Quite a mess, isn't it?”

“It's a bloodydamn shambles, Bryn.” She lets out a surprised peal of laughter at my use of Red slang. I pause for a moment, drinking in the sound. “But it's my bloodydamn shambles to fix, whether I want it or not.”

“Well,” she clears her throat, getting her mirth under control, “I think you're equal to the task.”

A brief, companionable silence ensues between us. The waves take on an almost rhythmic, musical quality until the spell is broken by a strong gust of wind. The metal supports struggling to hold up the Lovelock engine keen and moan in its wake, making the wrecked engine sound like a leviathan in its death throes.

[littleshebear]

Red Rising fic: Heaven Is Not Fit. Ch. 4: Collapse.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85626371/chapters/231074946

The Collapse of the Lovelock engine gathers speed. And the couple have finally made physical contact, I repeat, we have physical contact!

[masterthiefmercerfrey]

I've liked these two together since @gimmiebackmysweetroll floated them out ♪

[gimmiebackmysweetroll]

Mercer: Cynric, what are you doing up there?

Thrynn: He likes to feel tall.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING THEM! ❤️❤️❤️

[littleshebear]

I've already reblogged this once but I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

[littleshebear]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85626371/chapters/228695411#workskin

Heaven Is Not Fit, Chapter Three: Quake.

“Fitchner…” He’s calling me by my full name, that’s a sure sign he’s getting frustrated with me. “You don’t have to hurl yourself into danger all the time, you know? I’d rather you didn’t. When you charged Castle Minerva like that? Scared the gorydamn life out of me.”

“It worked though, didn’t it?”

[littleshebear]

Genuinely beginning to wonder if Tori Amos was used a reference/inspiration for Bryn and if she was, I'm very cool with that because Tori Amos is The Shit.

[littleshebear]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85626371/chapters/227419571#workskin

Heaven Is Not Fit, chapter 2: Lovelock.

So many people think Triton is just gray, gray, gray but they're not paying attention. The sun might be far away but the colors we get are breathtaking; Deep reds bleeding into orange, then purple, then pink, even green, sometimes. Some Orange engineer told me it's to do with the dust and gasses the Lovelock throws up into the air. Prismatic scattering, he called it. I don't know about that. I just know it's beautiful.

[littleshebear]

This actually happened. It's canon.

[littleshebear]

It saddens me that there's only one fic featuring Arturius on ao3 and it's mine. He's a criminally slept on character. I wish more people knew about him, Fitchner, and their utterly unhinged levels of codependency.

[littleshebear]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85626371/chapters/226243956

When Fitchner au Barca graduates the from Institute, he quickly finds that being a Peerless Scarred isn't the ticket to wealth and status he hoped it would be. But after taking a dead-end commission on the moon of Triton, he discovers love, belonging and a purpose.

- Returns from the dead.

- posts Red Rising wip

- refuses to elaborate

- leaves

[masterthiefmercerfrey]

everybody loves sweet rolls!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

[thewritingrealm]

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

[ezzydean]

# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers

[littleshebear]

Baldur's Gate 3 fandom is way more elitist and unable to accept criticism of the game than any soulslike game fandom, send post.