Jun 10, 2025
It's honestly so good to be writing again. I'm having so much fun.
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It's honestly so good to be writing again. I'm having so much fun.
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Really fucked that I've been staring at 5k of Moiraine teaching Siuan how to ride a horse for like, 3 hours and my current word count for today is 50.
I have a new Ao3 account. I think I can write again now.
Hi, not trying to put pressure on you but I found you through ao3
(and oh my god, you wrote so well… your descriptions are *chef's kiss* and how you flesh them out so much, like there's so much even if it's a one-shot. And your longer stories have such a grip on me, like I binged a few of your fics and have not stopped nor will I till I finish them all)
and was curious if you plan to continue writing for supercorp / continuing your stories…? It's been quite a few years since an update or post about it. Fully understand if you've moved on from the fandom / life is being a bitch, just wanted to check in and ask
Hey! Thank you for checking in, I honestly hope this ask isn't too old and I'm not too late in answering. I've been absent from these parts.
Honestly, it's life being busy that's kept me away from writing, that and being more at peace than I have been in years. I think I tend to write more when I'm sad or working through something that when I'm in balance as is the case right now.
Don't get me wrong, I have written some (nothing in a postable state I'm afraid) and I'd like to come back to AO3, but I don't know when or how. Thought I was ready a couple months ago, and then it turned out I wasn't.
But I hope that, when I do, someone will still stop by and read the stories I have to tell. And I hope that you'll be among them.
Siuan/Moiraine + feast
In another turning of the Wheel, Moiraine is raised as Amyrlin Seat.
The dress, cut in the current fashion of Cairhien to honour the guests, felt as tight around her as a shroud. Moiraine undid the first mother-of-pearl button holding the collar shut, then unfastened another. There. That was marginally better. She might choke on the pleasantries she’d have to exchange with Galldrian Riatin before the feast was over, but at least she’d be able to breathe. “Will you stop that?” Moiraine raised an eyebrow, and Siuan added a belated Mother that sounded about as sincere as a noble pledging allegiance to the current House on Sun Throne. “Seriously, Moiraine, you’re never going to be ready at this rate. If you’re late for the King’s arrival the Grays will have a collective stroke.” “And wouldn’t that be nice.” Moiraine could feel the beginning of a migraine slowly building behind her eyelids. “Fine. But you better be here when it’s time to take all of this off later, since you insisted on helping.”
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Siuan - spray
They were called to the riverbank when it was barely dawn. Siuan remembers the rest of the day in pieces.
"It's was only a child." She knows she's said it before, the first time as she watched the guardsmen haul the body out of the river. At regular intervals, after.
"Yes." She's barely aware of Ludice's Sedai gentle hands guiding her own around a steaming mug. She can barely smell the tea in it. Her nose is full of the scents of the river, so unlike those of the open sea. She can still taste water spray on her lips. Some clings to the banded hem of her Accepted dress. "It was a child someone threw in the river alive, and you and I are going to figure out why."
Worked on one (1) scene for 3 weeks now.
Looks at the word count: 1985k
I am the Muses personal court jester.
I'm writing again and oh my god I'm so nervous. But I'm obsessed with Agatha and Rio, to a level I've not experienced in a good while.