I like writing! And drawing! Art tag is 'Temerity art' or 'my art' if you're interested in that.
The Dragon Prince/King, Star Wars and Star Trek occasionally. Hermitcraft, Life Series, Vampires SMP, Skyblock Kingdoms and a lot of the other SMPs that pop up im not mentioning them all there's a lot.
come check out my blog @that-booklocke-girl if you like the ship :D i have a lot of headcanons planned
Masterlist under the cut because one of my irls was personally offended that I wrote fanfiction but didn't have one so here it is. Also, please not that most of these are archive-locked now! if you don't have an ao3 account you won't be able to view them
The Dragon Prince
In The Shadow Of Betrayal - Longfic
The Roles We Must Play - Longfic
Hold Fast - four parter
A do-over
Quiet Reflection
Seven Years...
Sing me to sleep; we're safe now
Anxious Expectation
The true peril of fatherhood is watching you grow older
Whiskery Kisses - coauthored with the wonderful @jupiter-dragonsong
Vampires Smp
Stay Another Moment...? - booklocke (abolish/shelby)
Why don't you let yourself love, my dear? - booklocke, but long :D
I'll bleed until I die, for you - booklocke hanahaki!!!!
Pretty Little Things - Bloodletting college sillies
Over and over again - lovebitten fixit AU! Everybody lives
Quiet spaces, quiet words - a little implied-trustbites drabble
(Army dreamers verse)
Army Dreamers - coauthor with the amazing Aria :) @/aria-bun
thinking abt the first book in httyd arguing that you do not have to be extraordinary or even terribly helpful to have value. you're a human being and you're alive you have inherent value and your life matters even if you are ordinary or fall short of expectations. Truly one of my favourite bits in the books
it really does mean so much to me that avid and elle are friends. as an aro guy itâs really important that the most crucial and story defining relationship in avidâs life is between him and his friend. not his relative, not his crush, not his lover, but his friend. his hunting partner. that is what they are
âYou canââ Owen swallowed. âYou can hug me, if you think itâll help. Just not for long, orââÂ
Louis surged forward like a string had been cut. He firmly wrapped his arms around Owen and held him flush to his chest. Louisâ shoulders trembled, more pronounced now and painfully obvious where he was pressed against Owen.Â
Owen lifted a hand hesitantly, resting it against Louisâ back. Louis held him tighter as if asking for him to continue, and Owen settled his arm awkwardly around Louisâ waist, his other pinned uselessly against his stomach from the force of Louisâ embrace.Â
Louis shook and buried his face in Owenâs shoulder, layers of composition and regality stripping away one by one until he was completely torn apart in Owenâs arms. The lack of tears didnât mean he was crying any less, and Owen pressed his lips together to try and conceal the utter angerthat anyone could have even considered making Louis feel this way.Â
He was fragile, Owen could see that now - he was brittle and only just holding himself together, and he was good at putting on a show to distract from that, for up until this moment Owen had only ever seen him sad in brief and fleeting glances - Louis was scared, and only now was he showing it.Â
Owen may as well have been granted entry to a performance in the city, so unexpected was thisâ this honour, really, this blessing of seeing Louisâ true emotions.Â
And yet, he hated it. He, of all people, should not be the one to bear witness to this.
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