#mostly writing

[ask-alex-ham]

why u so tired all the time? stay up all night thinking about MEN and being GAY?!??!?!?

i do other stuff at night too

[darkfire1177]

Okay at this point I’m open to suggestions how do I write again please i am willing to try a great variety of things im desperate

[aranaehere]

Worldbuilding stuff not good enough for bluesky

Basically all anthros are because of a virus and the story takes place around the time humans started showed up so theres a moral dilemma going on in the background and yeah

[mostlyonthefloor]

It's dark off the western coast of Gallica, and the Herons are on the move.

As the still-invisible sun begins to stain the clouds orange and yellow, the crew have already packed up their camp in a sandy bay just south of La Rivage and are setting sail. After their encounter with the locals yesterday Hal decided that, with no business left in the area, the wisest move would be to simply up and move before any retaliation might emerge. He stands now at the steering platform, brown hair turned gold by the sunrise, light glancing off his cheekbones and his dark eyes. Thorn lounges in the cool shadow of a rowing well and watches.

As Hal grows, he looks more and more like his father. As a young boy he resembled Karina, inherited her narrow frame and clever dark eyes, looked for all the world like a little boy from the Fens. But as he matures, he's growing into Mikkel's wiry strength and sharp jawline and clear, serious gaze.

It almost hurts for Thorn to look at.

When he gave a unbalanced, teenaged Hal Mikkel's sword it felt like an act of practicality. Hal's sword was no good, Thorn had a better one that just happened to belong to the boy's father, the solution was obvious. But now, ten years later, it's like watching a ghost. A ghost who tilts his head into the wind with the exact same squint that Mikkel used to, and who with his hair tied back looks in the rising sun so much like a man who's been dead for twenty years that Thorn chokes up.

He tilts his head back as the first rays of sun slant into his rowing well. Gods, if Mikkel could see his boy today.

I've done you proud, Mikkel.

Hal turns his head to call an adjustment of the sail to Ulf and Wulf but they're already in motion, and Hal shrugs and turns back, silhouetted in profile against the sun.

And so has he.

[dandyronpagm]

Where do I even start? It's a simple question, but it doesn't exactly help.

I can start at the beginning. It all started like any other day, I was in my room at the easter floor, no biggie, but I got a strange letter. Folded in an envelope with a rainbow flower sticker sealing it shut tight. (Honestly, I didn't know Dandy still had those!) Once I opened the envelope, I was met with a paper; an invitation that read: "You're invited! Join me and our friends at a cool party in the lobby tonite! -Dandy". in all sorts of rainbow colors.

I thought it was strange, but I could never pass up a party! I just thought he was wanting to bring up the morale, like he usually tries to do. Without a second though; I'd hopped on over to the elevator to head on down to the lobby! I brought Bassie and Flyte too, considering they both had invitations.

Once I arrived with the two, I let them run off to where they wanted to be; glancing around at the others who found their groups. Bassie was an exception, considering she went to the flowers first.

The scene felt like a breath of fresh air! Everyone was in their cliques, with their friends, with their family; heck, I even saw the circus trio trying to do tricks on the Gardenview sign, having fun. At least Yatta and Blot were having fun, not so sure about Looey though: He looked freaked out. Bobette, Ginger, and Rudie were talking near some boxes, giggling and talking about the plans for the party. I could see two of the halloween toons sitting on the red bench; Eclipse and..Ribecca, I think she's called? I don't remember her well. I could barely see Connie peeking at them from a few boxes, acting like she was hidden. Who's going to tell her that her invisibility wore off? I mean--I wasn't going to do that. You don't just tell that to a girl. Scraps and Goob were playing around the tree in the middle, running around and having fun. To my left, I saw Vee messing with her microphone, as if trying to make sure it worked properly. Cosmo and Sprout were talking about who knows what--I trust them to make treats for the party! I even saw Flyte talking to his sister, Flutter. I even saw Brusha in the back and!--Golly, I've been rambling to--wait. Rambling to myself. Haha, sorry, habit.

Anyways; it wasn't long until I felt..dizzy. Felt like a draft in the vents, I reckoned.

And just like that, I was out with a thud before I could even process what was going on.

[scyllas-revenge]

I’ve commented on your Boromir fic a few times but I can’t express how much Burn Like Cold Iron has absolutely captivated my mind. It’s not my first tenth-walker fic but it is my first Boromir fic and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read another because you’ve set the bar so high already. Your writing is so good and your romance is so good. Beatrice is such a great OC character and she fits perfectly into Middle Earth despite being a modern woman. I didn’t even like Boromir that much until I read your fic and I honestly believe that you could write a wormtongue romance and make it good. What a shame that there isn’t much canon Boromir content (at least in the movies).

I was so disappointed having realized you stopped updating BLCI a few years ago. I hold out so much hope you’ll pick it up again. I desperately need to get better at drawing people; I want to make as much fanart as possible.

anon

anon come here so I can hug you and write you into my will and pledge my life to you forever

This is the sweetest message I've gotten in a million years, I can't tell you how much it means that my fic has meant that much to you!

I never meant to take more than a month or two hiatus on BLCI, but between a hectic real-world schedule and some mental health ups and downs and some fun plot struggles (seriously, never start a long fic without knowing exactly where it's going) time really got away from me. But I haven't given up on it and I'm determined to update it within the month season unspecified period of time!!!

Anyway if anyone needs me I'll be feverishly writing more of my fic

[phaltu]

I normally don’t make public WIP lists but I really felt the need to this time because I’m excited for the fics I have coming up...

yearning

Bingqiu • 3 parts • Binghe gets amnesia, Shen QingQiu experiences Angst • posting this weekend

court of the winter king

Moshang • 3 parts • A/B/O • Moshang have a mutually beneficial relationship that strains when they both think the other doesn’t want anything more than the physical benefits

zan’s brand of “not quite sugar daddy but boy are they rich” office au

Ranwan • 3-5 parts • CWN is Mo Ran’s disgraced mentor, Mo Ran mistakes love for rivalry

fengqing

I actually have like three separate one shots for these hoes I just need to actually complete them

I also have some original work but I think I’ll only publicly talk about it when I have some headway in it haha.

Anyways thanks guys for the support! I really appreciate it and I hope you are staying safe and will enjoy all the things I will be pelting the archive with!