fanfic writer emoji asks!!!!
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
snippet from an upcoming rayllum / caylangst oneshot called “once i realize you’re there” in which callum experiences a nightmare both with rayla by his side and during the two years they’re apart
Strictly speaking, Callum doesn’t have nightmares often (and no, dark magic induced coma dreams don’t really talk). For someone with such a creative mind, he doesn’t have dreams too often, either—not the fantastical kind Ez does, anyway.
snippet from my next rayllum reunion drabble in which things don’t quite go according to plan...
There’s barely time to process it’s her—Rayla, five feet away from him, his water flask tumbling out of his hand in shock as she bounds over the river, feet hitting the grassy riverbank—barely time for her to register it’s him, taller with wind-slicked hair and here in Xadia—before the trees behind her shake, leaves scattering into the water, and Callum realizes she’s being chased. Rayla’s face goes from shock to fleeting happiness, eyes bright amid the scrapes on her cheek, to fright, before she’s yanking at his hand and pulling him along because now they’re being chased—
“This way,” she says, and he leaves his water flask, his most consistence source of substance, abandoned in the grass as they weave through trees, the earth pulsing at their backs.
snippet from og work bc i’m having a great time with draft 1.3 of book two, feat. two old childhood friends reuniting on very different sides of a political divide
It was cooler in the shade, the sun shining on the other side of the courtyard, and Felicity took them down to an alcove that might've been a shrine once upon a time, the moss covering too much of the wall and statue-bust to tell for sure.
Felicity turned around to face them, and Ally tried to figure out how much space to leave in between them, standing. What she should do with her hands. Felicity wouldn't even have to reach for a weapon, with the talons embedded in her hands ready-made, precious seconds that had likely cost other people their lives.
"Interesting," Felicity drawled. "That you brought those two."
Ally stiffened. "They're my friends—"
"One is quite small," Felicity said, pointing to Rayan with a finger. Then to Flames. "The other would be much more useful to your friends if they needed to get away quickly, yes? If, say, we captured or killed you, your friends would struggle to leave without a dragon, would they not?"
The blood drained from her face. Oh gods. "Felicity—" Heat flared at her right arm, radiating from Flames, whether due to anger or nerves she couldn't tell.
Felicity leaned back against the mossy statue bust, her hands braced on the stone. "Relax," she said. "But I remembered you being smarter, Ally. Unless you are distracted?"
💖 What made you start writing?
i’ve been writing fanfiction ever since i was like six, i just didn’t know it! the first ever ‘original’ story i wrote was a one page bit about two twin sisters who lived in a house (and now i’m writing about a pair of twin sisters who are death and life incarnate, so funny how things circle back) and another about a girl raised by dragons on an island and political divisions when i was like ten.
thus, finding fanfiction.net when i was like twelve was a god send and i’ve been writing more formal fic and og work ever since
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
yes, always! i listen to a little bit of everything but lately it’s been a lot of gracie abrams and lizzy mcalpine’s album “five seconds flat.” i also love florence and the machine, flora cash, SYML, sleeping at last, and a plethora of other stuff to get the perfect lyrics and/or writing vibes for a given situation, although sometimes i write the saddest shit with the happiest song on loop, so i don’t need it to match the mood. it’s just fun when it does