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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wrote a cute Griddlehark interacting with kids one-shot, come and get ya fluff
How's your polin story coming along? Also how do find your work on fanfiction.net
Hi! My fic is coming along nicely. It's taking much longer than I'd hoped - work is super crazy right now due to lockdown where I live - but I hope to have the first part out this week. I'm taking my time with it rather than rushing out a quick drabble. I hope it's worth the wait!
On ff.net you can find me here: kissmelikeapirate and I'm also on AO3: kissmelikeapirate.
Thank you!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m writing a Korvira Fic, here’s chapter one, come and get it babes
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Angsty, smutty Glimmadora one-shot, anyone?
In the other room
I can hear my wife doing dishes while her phone plays music
That gets lost in the sound of water before it can make its way to me
I am sitting and staring and trying to gather my strength
To just keep on keeping on
I am tired
(How many times have I said this in the last day? Week? Year? Lifetime?)
I am tired.
Like it’s a prayer, like if I say it enough, I will reap some reward for my penitence, for my insistence on this injustice of my humanhood.
I am tired (god, I am tired, and I don’t even believe in god anymore)
I’m waiting for something, years from now, and I don’t know when it will come or if or whether I will know its face when it does.
I want to brush myself off, like a stray hair that tickles. I want to get over it, but every time I try my brick heavy shoulders keep me still, seated, endlessly gathering strength like chaff in the fields. Never enough of it, only a handful, and the rest is dirt smudging on my palm.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29346462
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Whaddup, I wrote a smutty Harryanthe one shot cause I’m brain dead after finishing Harrow the Ninth. Enjoy! *throws bone confetti*
Writing is harrdddd...
I used to bash out 3000+ words a day way back when. Trying to be kind to myself - progress is progress!