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I just finished your holy Dew request and I'm actually really happy with all the turns it decided to take lol! It'll be up next Sunday!!!

I’m not giving away anything but I’m SO excited uou took this and ran with it! *patiently waits*

#holy dew #abs writes #dewdrop ghoul

breathe again

A little Asra/Apprentice blurb post memory-migraine. Asra gives the Apprentice a bath to calm her down and soothe her pain.

Slowly, you felt like you could breathe again. The loss of the splitting pain in your head was replaced with a certain floatiness that comes only from utter exhaustion. Your senses returned one by one as you wiggled your fingers under warm water. The smells of lemon, lavender, and eucalyptus swirled around you in a cloud of tangible comfort. To your right, you could hear Asra’s voice, steady but soft, hum an unfamiliar tune.

You dipped your head forward to rest on your bent knees. “That’s nice.”

You shuddered as Asra bright a sponge to the base of your neck, squeezing it so that warm, fragrant suds cascaded down the curve of your back. His billowing white sleeves were rolled and pushed up past his elbows. “What’s that?” He didn’t mention your near-catatonic state. Faintly, you appreciated it.

“The song you’re humming.” Your voice sounded a bit distant, like it might have belonged to someone else. “What is it?”

“A song from home.” Another squeeze of the sponge against your skin. “My mother used to sing it.”

You paused for a moment. It was rare for Asra to open up this way. To you, it was a treasure. You let yourself lean to the side, your head resting against the lip of the tub. “It’s beautiful.”

Asra chuckled lightly, soulful violet eyes searching yours. “You always liked that one.”

#asra x apprentice #asra alzanar x reader #asra x reader #asra alzanar x apprentice #the arcana #the arcana imagine #the arcana blurb #asra x mc #asra alzanar x mc #abs writes

Frozen Bits of Time

You know the objects?

The ones that we receive or earn in situations of little importance?

Or the photographs we take?

In those objects we bury tiny shards of our souls.

It’s not a sad parting with this fractured bit of our own essence;

In fact we willingly let go.

We let the scrap of who we are float down and become a permanent fixture in the images and objects we never expect.

These objects hold our tears, our laughter, our sorrow, our victories, and our woes.

The inanimate nature of these objects disappear

And they become frozen bits of time.

That old shirt, the photograph of you and your friends screwing around on Halloween, and the ragged stuffed animal from childhood suddenly are so much more.

They hold moments and smiles and laughter and tears

of you and your existence.

they become the permanence that we cannot have.

Their existence is infinitesimal compared to The fleeting moments in our blip of existence Rushing past us faster than we can comprehend.

We run with it too and when we look back we have traversed a broad, beautiful expanse of terrain.

We have grown stronger, and our muscles burn yet our heart beats out it’s steady rhythm reminding us of the precious life we hold.

The road is long and not without longing.

We look back and long for the journey even if our destination is greater than where we began.

Because after all, they do say the journey is what’s most important.

However time is a cruel mistress;

We cannot run backward, only forward.

But in a sweeping gaze behind us as we stop to rest,

We see those objects.

We see the fragments of our soul shattered in a beautiful pattern like stained glass windows.

We see in our soul

Through these objects

The frozen bits of time which we’ve stored.

They’re both joyous and grievous yet we can’t forget them.

We won’t forget them.

After all it is those frozen bits of time that shaped our soul

Wove the tapestry of our lives

Allowed us memories

And shaped us into the people that we have become as we embrace the journey of time and grow into who we’re meant to become.

#abs writes #yeah i wrote some poetry #probs bc crit roll made me fully unhinged and nostalgic but #poetry #sorry? im not sure if im a good poet but

Writing Master List Post

*When I do update new works will be bolded*

Six The Musical

Witches AU (by chapter)

Vitalum Vitalis

Another One

Out For Blood

Necromancy

The Unquiet Grave

Aragon Centric

Migraines

Church of Scars

Head Above Water

Live Like Tomorrow Doesn’t Exist

Control

Aralyn

Someone You Loved

Surprises

Waves

Personal Jesus

Hold Me While You Wait

Katherine Howard Centric

Here There Everywhere Ghosts Hide

The Sky Bends Before It Breaks

Anna of Cleves Centric

Young and Beautiful

Critical Role

Delilah Briarwood/Anna Ripley

The Necromancer’s Doctor

Hard Feelings

^^ these two are under different names on my Ao3 if you’ve found it.

Strange Love

Before You Go

Keyleth Centric

Illusion

Beaujes

Cats

NCIS: New Orleans

Tammy Centric

Isn’t it Lovely, All Alone?

#abs writes #six the musical #critical role #ncis nola #ncis new orleans

writing checklist (so as to keep myself on track):

chapter three of critical role anna/delilah modern au

vex character study

arranged marriage au one shot

#critical role #anna ripley #delilah briarwood #writing stuff #abs writes #upcoming

things coming y’alls way:

- a collab with @lailaliquorice

- a collab with @the-quiet-winds

- fire and reign chapter five

- aralyn fluff (as promised, guys)

- hadestown au

and i was going to do personal jesus part two, and i still want to, but with school starting back that’s just adding something else huge onto my plate! it’s my senior year so that means common app + i have a thesis in ap lit and our first chapter is due pretty quickly in + im currently writing a dnd campaign. im hoping personal jesus part two will eventually be done but who knows when?

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okay in case anyone was wondering, here’s some things i have in my queue:

aragon angst (1): it’ll probably be published tomorrow and it has a touch of aralyn

aragon angst (2): no idea when this will be published but it’s aralyn and really heavy so if that’s your thing be prepared

witches au chapter four: hopefully this should be up by the end of the week, if not beginning of next week. sorry for the delays on that one, it’s been quite busy and sitting down to work on a chapter is more difficult for me than a one shot considering the continuity aspects of it all. stay tuned though !!

#abs writes #six the musical

Updated Masterlist

Six the Musical

Fire and Reign (uncompleted)

Migraines

Here, There Everywhere Ghosts Hide

The Sky Bends Before It Breaks

Trauma

Maybe This One’s Different

Church of Scars

Head Above Water

Control

Someone You Loved

Surprises

Waves

Hold Me While You Wait

Young and Beautiful

Critical Role

Before You Go

Hard Feelings

Tempt My Trouble

Illusion

Grey’s Anatomy

Sober

Black Widow

This is Me Trying

The Archer

Sacrifices

Fragmented

NCIS: New Orleans

Seeing Red

Isn’t It Lovely All Alone?

#abs writes #critical role #ncis nola #six the musical #greys anatomy #black widow #marvel

Frozen Bits of Time

You know the objects?

The ones that we receive or earn in situations of little importance?

Or the photographs we take?

In those objects we bury tiny shards of our souls.

It’s not a sad parting with this fractured bit of our own essence;

In fact we willingly let go.

We let the scrap of who we are float down and become a permanent fixture in the images and objects we never expect.

These objects hold our tears, our laughter, our sorrow, our victories, and our woes.

The inanimate nature of these objects disappear

And they become frozen bits of time.

That old shirt, the photograph of you and your friends screwing around on Halloween, and the ragged stuffed animal from childhood suddenly are so much more.

They hold moments and smiles and laughter and tears

of you and your existence.

they become the permanence that we cannot have.

Their existence is infinitesimal compared to The fleeting moments in our blip of existence Rushing past us faster than we can comprehend.

We run with it too and when we look back we have traversed a broad, beautiful expanse of terrain.

We have grown stronger, and our muscles burn yet our heart beats out it’s steady rhythm reminding us of the precious life we hold.

The road is long and not without longing.

We look back and long for the journey even if our destination is greater than where we began.

Because after all, they do say the journey is what’s most important.

However time is a cruel mistress;

We cannot run backward, only forward.

But in a sweeping gaze behind us as we stop to rest,

We see those objects.

We see the fragments of our soul shattered in a beautiful pattern like stained glass windows.

We see in our soul

Through these objects

The frozen bits of time which we’ve stored.

They’re both joyous and grievous yet we can’t forget them.

We won’t forget them.

After all it is those frozen bits of time that shaped our soul

Wove the tapestry of our lives

Allowed us memories

And shaped us into the people that we have become as we embrace the journey of time and grow into who we’re meant to become.

#abs writes #yeah i wrote some poetry #probs bc crit roll made me fully unhinged and nostalgic but #poetry #sorry? im not sure if im a good poet but

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