Forgot I didn’t give anyone any examples of my actual writing style and what it would look like on AO3 from my recent post, so here’s a quick example I wrote a month-ish ago
It was cold. The wind was harsh against my skin, despite my layers of leather and armour. The mountain was high, and as I looked down, I saw the forest below, shivering at the wind. I continued on, as I had a duty to fulfil. At the top of this mountain was a cave, and what was in the cave was a long tunnel, and at the end of that tunnel, was a princess, and a dragon, and I must slay it.
I approached the cave, my heart pounding with determination. I must slay this dragon and return home. As I entered the cave, I felt warmer. The tunnel was dark and damp, only illuminated by the little moonlight outside, and the only sound being the dripping of water against the stone floor. The farther I walked into the tunnel, the hotter it got. I knew I was getting close. When I finally reached the end, there was the dragon, sleeping, and the princess not to be seen.
The dragon is as large as a house, with bright red scales covering its body, and black spikes along its head. As it breathes, dark gray smoke blooms out of its nostrils, heating the room as if it were on fire.
This is the moment, the one I will seize. I draw my sword, approach the dragon, and sink the blade into its wretched heart. I slowly drew the blade out, and plunged it back in. I would not take any chances. I struck again, and again, and again, until I stopped. I watched as the blood poured out of its vessel, the blade bathed in a cruel crimson. It was dead.
I look over the heaps of treasure this beast had stolen, imagining its greed. How many lives would it have ruined to obtain this much gold? I take my armoured glove off and walk over to the largest pile and pluck a single coin, wrapping my fingers around the small thing. It is hot against my fingertips, almost burning. The coin is small, but the details are intricate. On one side, there is a dragon, fierce with claws out and teeth bared. On the other, there is a princess, crying, with a wilting rose pressed up against her neck.
Just then, there is a sobbing sound. I turn back to where the sound was, and I see the princess.
She is on the ground, crying, in the place where the dragon was slain, with several stab wounds going straight through her chest. I march towards her, blade in hand. Her body is shaking, face wet and arms clutching her chest, her blood is pouring out like a river.
As I reach her body, her tears mixed with the blood on the floor, I place my blade next to her neck, sinking the tip into the ground below. I glance up at her crown, it is a pretty thing, covered in glimmering black stones all across it, complementing her bright red hair.
The blood on my face drips onto hers, as her breath begins to pick up pace. She knows she is going to die here, and yet she still fears death. Pity. Staring into her eyes, I slice forward, cutting her head off cle
