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50,021 words. Nano done and dusted!
About 2/3 through the actual story itself I think. There’s been chunks of plot that has changed or been thrown out. There’s a lot that still needs to change. I need so, so much editing. But there’s also parts I adore. There’s a lot I’ve solved. And I love my disaster boys. The muse willing, maybe I can see this through to the end... just at a less break neck pace!
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I’m sort of limping along line a wounded dog with life and health at the moment, but have the finished* line art of the boys. I also refined the summary a bit. All still a WIP.
They Too Have Teeth
Despite Jules' best effort to leave magic in his past, it wasn't as willing to let him go. One damp night at a bus stop, it came back with warnings in neon signs, an Archivist from a secret order, and far, far too many teeth. Now Jules has to face what he'd been running from in order to save the only family he has. Aden, on his first proper mission from the Archives, is just trying to keep the idiot alive.
And have an excerpt under the cut:
Getting closer... but a lot left for 5 days...
I still haven’t really finished the cover, I need to work the lighting more, but I uploaded it for a little serotonin boost. This mid month slump is hitting me hard with everything else.
I'm tired of losing words. I hate that they're what goes. They seep away and muddy and muddle. Right or write? Deap or deep? Deep. Ackt? No, act.
Get it right. Write. Right.
My world is words.
It's hard when they get lost.
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So, after over a decade of not writing more than snippets or the occasional nano that never sees the light of day, I’m apparently writing fic again. That’s a thing, I’m doing, apparently. So, ah, very nervously taaada? Here’s the first chapter live: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28903923/chapters/70911072
It’s a Nyxnoct hurt/comfort, slow burn that’s less about the fixt it and more about learning to live again. It will update weekly right now, as I’ve got several chapters edited and ready and more written. It’s still art and all, just a different sort, so thought that I would share it with all of you here too.
Summary:
Noctis had expected to die. He'd spent ten years coming to terms with the fact. But when Arydn led him on a chase through time, Bahamut's carefully laid plans went to ruin. Now in the aftermath of saving the world and stuck in the past, Noctis has to figure out how to live instead.
He has no destiny, no bound brothers, and he doesn't even get to keep his own name. Instead he’s left with a head full of dead ancestors, another chance to get to know his father, and some remarkably persistent new friends.
In the end, it turns out that it’s less about fixing the world and more about the moments along the way that make the world worth saving.
Apparently, this is a thing I’m doing!
First two days can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29295465/ Third day is the third chapter of that, then two days of art over on social, and then back for two more fics! Supposedly! I may have only started working on this all Friday evening so, you know.
(Also still really happy with the art I painted for the graphic.)
Chapter 2 is live!
Regis is concerned, Nyx is on guard duty (again), and Noctis gets to say 'fuck'.
Nyx waited till he saw the other was awake enough to reach for the oxygen mask to approach the bed.
“Better leave that on- Marshal’s orders,” Nyx said softly. He was sure to keep his arms clearly out to his side and his tone friendly. The last thing he needed was to have a spooked, feral Lucis Caelum on his hands. Nyx found himself swallowing as the man caught proper sight of him. For a moment, there was a fathomless depth to the azure gaze that threatened to overwhelm Nyx. Then Noctis gave a huff of air and closed his eyes again.
Noctis stopped trying to remove the mask and let his hand fall back to the bed. He clutched at the sheet for a moment as he tried desperately to steady himself. Everything still felt out of balance. It was like the whole of the world and time was exploded out around him- each piece and part pulled away for easy observation and access.
“...not… supposed to be… ‘live,” Noctis mumbled the one thing he knew for certain. The words were muffled by the oxygen mask and hard to hear even in the quiet room.
