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(I came for the andreil endgame but for some reason I'm staying for the Neil/jean moments [though I'm only at the first game foxes vs. ravens so we will see lmaoo])

Thank you! in a way, I feel for everyone who comes to Black As Is A Raven (or whatever it's being shorthanded as now) for the Andriel and being sucked in for the platonic Neil/Jean (which, really, is so adorable in a sarcastic way).

I'm getting in a better headspace (slowly but surely) and really, there needs to be more Neil/Jean in various permutations (and yes, I've received the pleas for Andrew/Neil/Jean).

Wow, I guess I don't start anything until I have a good idea of a plot (meaning how it begins, how it middles, and how it ends). I'm a firm believer of leaving wiggle room for stuff, because things can twist on you for good and bad, but mostly for good.

I know there are some people who are in the 'you should plot things out in detail' but I'm not one of them. I am not saying that is bad (sometimes I wish I was in that category, I WISH I WAS when thing warp into another x100 pages or so- really, 1000pages or so), but really, as my Irish gram always said 'to each their own, said the maid who kissed the cow'. Basically, I believe you have to figure out your own way to plot a story.

My way is a little looser than others, but I DO plot out the basics of the story so I have an idea of where I'm going. That gives me some leeway in case I get stuck and need to jump around. But I always know where I'm going to land (I might add an additional x amount of chapters to get there, which may or may not be good).

Though really, fleshing out stuff - is it bad? Readers on Ao3 seem to enjoy it. Publishers, not as much.

I mean there isn’t even this word in fic. What was your inspiration?

(one of the greatest fic I’ve read in this fandom)

I named it after a song called Armies by an artiist called Kaye.

Basically, I thought the lyrics rather fitting:

One word Would move you backwards and away So I won’t say what I want to say No, I’d rather Swing both my fists Watch your teeth kiss that dirty ground Did you know I keep having dreams of mine all bleeding Falling out

[Pre-Chorus] Cause you know that What terrifies me (heavy) Are the signs I can't see

[Chorus] Don’t tell me me I'll just have to wait for the gun It’s gonna go off either way So I won't wait any longer

Don't tell me I’ll just have to wait for your love I can make you my enemy But I won’t wait any longer

[Verse 2] One word You know that’s all you'd have to say Stone walls (stone walls) keep all your secrets in place

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KAYELabyrinthMiracle MusicalIs It Over Now? (Taylor’s Version) [From The Vault]Taylor Swift

But can’t you see that Our flags fly in tatters The colors went and faded back to white But we’re both preparing for one last appearance of the armies In our minds

[Pre-Chorus] And now I can't breathe Cause you're all that I need

[Chorus] Don’t tell me me I'll just have to wait for the gun It’s gonna go off either way So I won't wait any longer

Don't tell me I’ll just have to wait for your love I can make you my enemy But I won’t wait any longer

[Bridge] I won't wait any longer

[Chorus] Don’t tell me me I'll just have to wait for the gun It’s gonna go off either way So I won't wait any longer

Don’t tell me me I'll just have to wait for the gun It’s gonna go off either way So I won't wait any longer

I really want to finish this chapter (with Lan Wangji being all 'MINE! towards WWX and the kiddies) and then do a AFTG chapter.

I'm thinking you're right for the languages where the 'j' sound is pronounced as an 'h' sound! So close! Here you go:

Thank you SO MUCH.

Ah. To be perfectly honest, it's been a couple (longer?) of years since I've read any AFTG fics. And I somehow don't have any bookmarked, which is very odd.

I did have some favorite authors, though (in no particular order):

badacts

constellationqueen

moonix

puddlejumper99

fuzzballsheltiepants

flybbfly

spanglebangle

I'm not sure if I replied to this via comment, but sure. Also, while I read every comment left on my fics (I do!), and I mean to respond to some of them, I can get sidetracked (I can often get sidetracked).

My inbox is insane.

LOL, I've had a few (probably more than a few) people point out the SIM card thing, and yes, it's so very true. However, it's much more satisfying to break an entire phone than crack a little-bitty SIM card. The boys (especially Andrew) were venting! Venting, I say! And dramatic AF!

Oh so dramatic.

Aw, thank you.

Andrew had a little to vent during his training session with Val on Sunday; they were out in the backyard, sweatshirts discarded on the porch and tank tops damp with sweat from the intense practice. Val had taken Andrew down twice so far, but he’d landed a killing blow on her once and aimed to do so again before they called it quits.

Val feinted to the left, which Andrew pretended to fall for while preparing for a strike at his ribs. He ‘dropped’ his knife and caught it with his left hand while he blocked her weapon and allowed her to barrel him into the ground, intent on raising his blade to her throat.

They stilled on the ground, Val half-sprawled on top of him with his knife below her chin and hers off to the side, their eyes locked on the other. Then she laughed as she leaned back onto her haunches. “Ha! That was good.” She rocked onto her feet and held out a hand, which Andrew begrudgingly accepted. “You’re becoming an actual challenge now.”

“So happy for you,” Andrew drawled, voice thick with sarcasm.