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Thank you to the wonderful @lovetriangleroute (darling Vilna!) for creating this and to the lovely @wayhavenots for tagging me

It got so long lmao but this was so nice to do because it reminded me of things I can write and that I should keep on writing!

Also, I was going through this and I want to thank every one from the Wayhaven fandom: Mar, Seren, PD, Katie, Hobbs, Vilna and so many more of my incredible and talented friends who have given this place so many beautiful pieces that inspire me everytime I read, have helped me with my ideas and reading through them, giving encouragement and writing along with me. I cannot be more thankful for such a wonderful online community, and for all of my darling friends ❤️

rules: it's time to toot your own horn and find appreciation for your own writing by posting your personal favourite sentences/lines/quotes/paragraphs of your fanfics or original fiction. choose as many works as you'd like, (preferably they're already published somewhere but it's fine if you've never posted your writing but want to take part in the tag!)and let yourself (and others!) fawn over your literary talent! the goal of this is to read your old writing and find things that you love and are still proud of weeks or months or even years later!

My writing is everywhere here lol (that's what you get for not properly tagging!) and I'll share mostly from wips I've shared on here too!

And I will eat you slowly (with kisses)

A little bit of cheating here by putting the whole fic haha but I get so happy about this one because it's something I've been wanting to write for so long, and it's got nothing special or extra, it's just how I imagine Masabeth ❤️

From and if yearning had a shape:

Actually so many because I love writing about homesickness (I'm a freak I know) and this was something I didn't struggle with

Now Haley grows old, and Liz watches her childhood friend, her own town, her people, and the life she was born to live, through a window, like a stranger. A homesick outsider, enviously watching them step into the sun and not wince, growing old and gray, happily

This one just makes me want to tear myself apart :,)

This permanent town, slow and unchanging, moves on without her. She is the memory now, forgotten and left behind. She is the one who has changed, been transformed completely, as foreign to this town as a transplanted organ would be, and consequently, rejected. She'd read somewhere about that once, about the body failing to recognize its own, the immune system denying an organ that was once an essential component it couldn’t bear to function without.

She’s doomed to spend more years of her life missing her people than having them. Papa. Mama. Tina. Verda. Does she not deserve to spend with them the few ticks left of a running clock with no pause, before she truly, irreversibly loses them? Is she meant to haunt this town, never being more than a shadow or something intangible, no matter how much she loves it?

Adam POV that I'm so proud of because writing A is so hard!

She is still an inexperienced, infant vampiress, in possession of unpredictable capabilities and limitations, and her desperate exigency to cling to humanity threatens to put her in more danger than she's already in.

From the Historical AU, from Farah’s POV:

The girl’s hand was warm, and she smelled of something she would later come to know as jasmine and honeysuckle. Her eyes roamed over Farah with as much curiosity as she imagines her own gaze would have been, both of them finding each other a welcome oddity worth unraveling the mystery of. The girl had opened her mouth to say something before closing it, remembering the barrier of language that impeded their understanding of each other. After a moment’s contemplation, she instead settled on squeezing Farah's hand tenderly, before taking her shawl off and carefully draping it around her shoulders. The warm, rich burgundy cloth had settled around Farah like an embrace, offering her a comfort that she had always yearned for.

From the argument fic that refuses to write itself (how rude!):

She's just a passenger for a short ride in his long existence

From an old WIP (and it was darling @serenpedac that made me love it more!)

The sun bends before her, resplendent and agonisingly beautiful, the light almost blinding her, and she should look away. Nate’s honey gaze finds her, an apologetic smile on his face, even though it is no fault of his own.

From another fic that I forgot the name of lol

He does not know of them, only having learned of this “trend” running around a gram that is instant, apparently. Something like that.

Andddddd

"Nathaniel," she breathes, and he likes the way his name makes her voice lilt mellifluously. Unlike the other times she’s called him that way (a teasing way to chastise him when he’s being a "diva"), she says it like… it’s something else entirely. As if only she could do his name justice.

And!!!! It's just so...idk but I loved writing Nate's POV and the way they work together (and i was definitely not hinting at anything else, no no)

This close, he can smell the deep, jasmine scent she carries, sweet to his senses like honey, entirely consuming and simply intoxicating. He closes his eyes and inhales, before slowly opening them, leaning his head slightly against hers. Her heart beats in tandem with his, the sound and thud of it familiar and welcome. His hands and hers are almost one, tangled and soaked in wet clay, moving together in rhythm. They start moving upwards, along the body of the vase, their pace unhurried and languid as they form the neck from the base, shaping it until it resembles the one she made. He moves closer still and she lets him, settling against him completely, back against his chest, her hair tickling his jaw and neck.

From my Feral!Nate WIP:

He had looked so beautiful, no, magnificent, in the dancing, dying rays of the sun as evening set. His brown eyes turning golden in the light, soft blue shadows melting into ochre yellow kisses on tawny brown skin...

From the gift fic I wrote for darling @grapecaseschoices (because it made me write Adam and Val together, which was a very fun dynamic AND because I got to know Grape because of it!):

I can manage it fine by myself, and you can keep watch over there.” Val juts their chin towards the lone spot where Mason has settled, smoke curling from his cigarette.

I want to be here, next to you, he thinks. “Whether I find the task favourable or not isn’t important. It is to be completed and I will do so.”

finally, from the first snippet I ever shared, when Nathaniel Sewell dreams: