#awiagwt

so as we know, the sea, the stars, the dreamers got put on hold because I needed to finish the final third, and then said hold ended up longer than anticipated because I wrote 100000 words of an entirely different fic. I've since spent the latter half of 2024/2025 working on it again. unfortunately, when I was writing the original (super) rough draft there were a bunch of parts where I went ehh that's problem for future me and I am now future me. chapters 36 and 37 nearly doubled in size. I hit a pivotal scene in chapter 39 that was so fucking boring and unappealing that I stalled out for two months and ended up having to re-write it as a 1200-word play, which also took a while because iambic pentameter is tricky. (I am now very excited about that chapter instead of wanting to light it on fire, though, which is ultimately what's important.) there were two scenes in chapter 40 and 41 that I hadn't even completed the rough draft on, and I'm neeeaarly done with ch40 but ch41 is still. daunting. I need to finish that scene before I can shift gears back to final edits/publishing again, but the end is within sight and I've finally built up some good momentum again

I've written a ton of smallish fics set post-a body in absentia (as well as some prequel snippets and alternate POV during the main fic) but a) I've yet to actually finish any of them and b) many of them reference each other, so even though they don't form a single thematically-coherent sequel per se, I'd need to publish a lot of the sequel fics in order. currently on the backburner while I'm working on tStStD/daydreaming about putting my favorite scourgers in a blender

a wolf is a ghost with teeth is the blender in question (this is both the Astrid/Beau/Yasha and Eadwulf/Fjord/Jester fic.) I've still barely written anything for either half and idk when I'll actually have time to really work on it, but boy do I have a lot of Thoughts. truly just kicking my feet and giggling while imagining wizards in acute mental distress over here. Eadwulf gets a religious crisis and lot of people asking about his feelings but I think all he really needs is some unethical BDSM. (seriously. if he just got drowned and resuscitated a few times I knowwww it would hit the reset button in his brain. unfortunately(?) for him, Jester and Fjord are more fuzzy handcuffs and pirate RP people.) meanwhile, Astrid is actively suicidal and really should talk about her feelings, but instead she gets unsafe and insane BDSM <3 #girlboss #feminism

absolutely! how about the opening to Eadwulf's POV?

His mouth tastes terrible and the entire world is moving. Also, he was dead. He was definitely dead before, and now he isn’t, and he's not sure how he feels about that one yet. He holds his breath, because corpses generally don’t breathe and that would give it away to whoever brought him back. Hands are still immobilized, which can't be a good sign. He can hear water—that explains why everything is swaying—and closer than that, someone breathing. Two people, maybe. Hard to take out even one, without the ability to cast. He could probably hit them with the mage’s irons clasped around his hands, but he'll risk breaking bones that way. He waits a moment longer, hoping for more clues. He'll need to move soon. The urge to inhale is becoming too intense to ignore. "I don't think it worked," a voice says, dejected, a familiar Nicodranian accent. Eadwulf takes a surprised breath before he can think better of it, opens his eyes. "Oh, it worked," says the hot one—Fjord, his name is Fjord—also sounding a bit dejected.

figured I should update my pinned post, so here's a list of my active* WIPs—please ask questions about any of these (or any of my completed fics!)

* not necessarily fics that will get published, just works that I am still actively writing/planning/thinking about