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a little chapter preview because I’m kind of enjoying Knox being a fucking sad-sack. [ID under the cut!]

[Photo ID: a screenshot of typed prose reading to following: “Down in the archives the faint, frail shimmer of magic swirled in the air around him. Down there, Knox had convinced himself it held the secrets of the universe. That any problem could be solved – or, at the very least, loosened – by sifting through the numerous, catalogued treasures. Hell, Knox could even fix this whole Depression and failed stock market situation if given enough time, hot black coffee, and sandwiches. Time, however, was of the essence. There simply wasn’t enough. The academy seemed not long for this world. Since the previous spring, it had been faltering, teetering around the sink-drain of true insolvency. Furniture was being sold to compensate for the tuitions of students who did not or could not return. Instructors were dwindling, their reliable conversation and diversion going with them.Knox could hear his own position’s death rattle.If the music and Greek professors were packing their trunks to return to who knows where, then he would be going as well. It seemed silly to believe a singular librarian would be able to hang on when nothing else golden could stay.Knox couldn’t solve this. He couldn’t buy his way out of this predicament. He had resigned himself to that knowledge, that reality, the afternoon he’d sat across from Headmaster March to receive his sentence; and if he wasn’t so damned ashamed of the outlook, Knox would be making arrangements to return to Louisiana. There was security in that, but he couldn’t bring himself to purchase passage, make the phone call, subject himself to the fear of his parents’ disappointment. He was approaching 30 and knew he would never claim to be brave.He took a long drink of his coffee, massaging his temples while hunched over a bowl of oatmeal. His elbows were on the table as he willfully forwent the manners he’d been raised on. There wasn’t anyone left to scold him over it anyway. The dining hall was as empty as he’d ever seen it. The kitchen staff and weekly meal budget had been the first thing the administration slashed a full year earlier, putting on a good show at being decisive and uncompromising. He missed sugar in his coffee. He missed real coffee. He missed scrambled eggs and tomato. He missed conversation reverberating from all sides.” End ID.]

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[ladywritesthings]

I've been gone for ages, I know. Life has been... wild. I haven't been much on tumblr the past few months and therefore haven't really talked about it (I would on my main, honestly, now that things are settling a little, but I don't know if anyone would care about the specifics lmao), but the short version is basically I've been rebuilding my life and mental health from very nearly the ground up. This has been going on since... February, maybe? But specifically since June things got turned up to 11 and writing and watching Critical Role had to be shunted waaaay down the priority list. Which is very sad for everyone involved, especially me.

But hey! Things are looking up! I wrote nearly 1k the other day! And to celebrate, have two screenshots of a scene from the upcoming chapter from Welcome to Burlesque. Parts of it were written months ago, a few words or phrases have been edited when I've had the time and spoons over the last couple of months, but most of it's brand spankin' new as of Wednesday. Sharing anything before then felt a bit like cheating.

I can't promise it'll be up soon. I can't really guarantee this wasn't a fluke, and that my life won't go bananas again. But the important thing is that I know now that I can write again, even a little bit. And that'll have to be enough for me for now. Every little bit helps, after all.

Thanks to everyone who still follows this mostly-dead blog I'm trying desperately to keep on life-support. Thank you to everyone who reads my fics, and rereads them, and subscribes and bookmarks and comments and sends lovely asks. I'm trying really hard to come back 💖

[ladywritesthings]

So, I'm writing again. Or rather, trying to.

Status update:

TPoY chapter 37 is currently at 9301 words, with a decent chunk left to go. I'm on the final scene, but y'all know how these things go. It's slow-going, I know, but it's coming. Pinky promise.

In other news, I've recently fallen ass-over-teakettle back into Critical Role and subsequently run over by the truck that is WidoJest feels. Lately when I've tried to write it's been various iterations of that instead of TPoY, mainly because I can only hyperfocus on one thing at a time, but I'm so used to ML that writing M-rated high fantasy is, like, supes hard. I think I have... 5 WidoJest WIPs right now? Who knows if any of them will see the light of day.

I know I've been real quiet on the fanfic front. I still get a lot of comments and asks about TPoY, and I thank you guys for that. Thanks for being patient, and thanks for sticking with me.

[ladywritesthings]

so uh

im writing again

[ladywritesthings]

current fic plans unrelated to stuff i've already posted

mainly here for my own benefit as my Summer of No Plans And No Job Oh Well Better Write Some Shit Instead I Guess is rapidly incoming, but maybe y'all want a peek inside my head idk

ml:

- marinette flubs asking adrien out as her date to (insert event here) and jokingly asks chat noir instead. is completely floored when he shows up the next night asking what color tie he should wear. (prompted by a lovely person who shall be credited when i get off mobile and find the goddamn ask.) K-T rating. canon ages or thereabouts. marichat. estimated 3-5 chapters.

- "ladybug! you have to get out of here, your transformation is about to drop!" "CHAT I CANT" "why not??" "IM NAKED" "WHAT" T-M rating. slightly aged up, probably no sexytimes but who knows. ladynoir to hell and back. oneshot.

- marinette thinks adrien likes chat. chat thinks ladybug likes marinette. they try to set each other up. hijinks ensue. (combined prompts from two commenters on tpoy.) k rating. lovesquaring all over this bitch. chapter count: ???

- alya needs a moderator for the ladyblog and recruits marinette. marinette is now in the perfect position to protect her and chat's identities from the public — but, alas, not from herself. it was an accident, she swears. blushy marichat/ladynoir featuring confused chat. 10-15 chapters.

- a few songfics similar to l.o.v.e. like, too many. it's embarrassing.

- "oh, fuck me." "well, if you insist." M rating. (maybe E but we'll see if i'll give up my pr0n-publishing virginity for you hos.) aged-up ladynoir. chapter count entirely dependent on the pr0n.

xs:

- kimiko takes a bet that she can train jack in a sort of "she's all that" kind of scenario. spoiler alert: he's actually not that bad and they kind of get along?? T-M rating. jackkim because of course it is. chapter count: really fucking long, probably.

- jack gets seriously hurt during a showdown and kimiko is super guilty about it, so she keeps popping in to see him/help out. M rating. jackkim. probably super angsty too. also gonna be really fucking long.

svtfoe:

- ??? (idk i just know i wanna write something)

this post doubles as a casting call for akuma ideas because i have a shitload of upcoming ml (and we're not even gonna mention future tpoy chapters) and you can probably tell but fuck me sideways coming up with that shit is hard. all ideas will be credited with tumblr username and/or ao3 pseud, assuming i get any.

[ladywritesthings]

I... may or may not be writing an angry UST-filled Adrienette scene for later TPoY.

I don’t know if I can post any snippets of it because of potential for late-stage spoilers but, hypothetically speaking, one could suggest there are locked closets and unwanted boners from close proximity.

Also ~*~tension~*~ and jealousy on multiple levels. That is all.

[ladywritesthings]

Responsibilities who? Exam prep where? Sorry, can't talk, writing fluff ✨