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Welcome to my new Intro post! Yes I just recycled this one. Uhh once again I do not know what exactly goes into the making of a decent writeblr post, so here I'll just say that I want to be writing more and thus wishing to integrate myself more into the writeblr field. I have about 83 wips under my belt but I don't think I've ever reached that finish line.

I'd really love to make writerly friends to share ideas and experiences, and keep us motivated through the process that is often solitary before an audience can be reached. My dms are always open for chats and requests. I've got a few fandoms that I'm really passionate about, but LOTR and AKOTSK are undoubtedly my comfort. I write things very much in the Jane Austen style.

Will come back to this intro post when I can think of adding some more of my wips because, ach I am terrible at this spreading any information or promotion about wips and writing. I am trying my best as I've recently joined the ranks of the goblins at @writeblrgarden ! If anybody is seeking a great environment to nurture your writer souls into becoming a writer as you've dreamed of, the garden is the welcoming place for it!

WORKS IN PROGRESS

War of Crowns - an original series

“This is a family’s war indeed. We all have those we love on the other sides.” — Masterlist Set in a medievalistic world some 5000 years from now, a queen-in-training of a powerful dynasty sees the rise and fall of her family. This is but the culmination of conflicts began generations ago and cadet branches that had spread over the several kingdoms like tributaries of rivers. In the aftermath of a devastating war that had lasted for a decade, sprung forth from magic and ambition that override all bonds of blood, an ensemble of old players from the old game live in tentative peace until light is cast upon their questionable moves to power. However, the planet beneath their feet still lives, though its heartbeat may be faint. This series is a big worldbuilding project of several plots, ranging from tragic romance to slice-of-life documentary seeking to deal with the many aspects of what it means to be a Human.

Daughter of the Trees

an Éomer Éadig love story starting from The Two Towers to post canon. Nimbrethil had been living in Fangorn Forest for as long as she could remember. But the greater machinations turning sent her on her way to the land of the Horse-lords, and the Road is far and dangerous but it may lead to home. Or is it truly that home is where the heart is? Sweet fluff, character interactions, cathartic, whimsical thought bubbles on niche things concerning Tolkien and nature. Read on AO3

On Our Own

A compilation of one-shots of Éomer and Lothíriel's political marriage. Éomer is anxious to meet his foreign bride for the first time — he dons the stern mask of a King to feel safe. Lothíriel is afraid to let her fears show that she will fail to do her duty — she feigns confidence and calmness to feel secure behind the walls. Will they be able to carve their lives on their own, without the interference and expectations of families, responsibilities and traditions? Read Here

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THIS BLOG IS FOR:

updates? eventually.

sneak peeks, random ideas at 2am, process of the plots evolving, writer moments of pain and screaming into the tags

chaos, and crying about characters who don’t exist yet but only live rent free in my head

concurrent hyperfixations i have

virtual diary of my brain

procrastinating

let me yap to anyone please

dividers from saradika-graphics and cursed-carmine

"We probably should get going then. I'm beat," Matt says pushing away from the desk and stretching. "But I'm also starved. What do you say we check out that new Chinese place near your apartment?"

"Sounds good, buddy. But first, why don't you help me clean up our files?" Foggy says, hopeful. 

“Our files? Mine are all right here,” Matt says, smile turning into a smirk as he pats his laptop. “You were the one reading them,  why should I pick them up?"

"Come on. Aren't you supposed to be my best friend?" Foggy groans, exaggerating a fake pout, even though he knows Matt wouldn't be able to appreciate the full extent of Foggy's puppy dog face. A shame really, because Foggy pulls off puppy dog face pretty damn well.

"Nope. Your mess, your cleanup, Fog," Matt says with a yawn. Foggy sighs and resigns himself to tidying up as quickly as he could so they could go eat. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Foggy sees his best friend take off his glasses as he scrubs his hands over his face. He knows Matt rarely takes his glasses off in the company of others, and almost never outside of the comfort of his own home, so seeing Matt's entire face was an uncommon sight and surely a welcome one.

Even after all this time, his heart still speeds up as he takes in just how attractive his friend is. Sure his crush is desperate and pathetic but staring wasn't creepy if the receiver couldn't see it, right? 

Foggy's train of thought trails off as he tries, and fails, to put together a particularly messy folder. He frowns and looks up at Matt, ready to plead for help again, when he notices his friend rubbing his eye and wincing.

"You alright there, Matty? Rubbing your eye that hard could make you go blind - oh wait! Nothing to worry about there. Carry on, then," Foggy jokes. Matt smiles, but it fades quickly.

"I think I have an eyelash or something in my eye. It's fine, don't worry about it," Matt says, grimacing as he continues fiercely rubbing at his eye. 

"Hey, seriously, you might want to calm down there. I know you don't actually use them, but I don't think you want to scratch your own eye out. Let me see," Foggy walks around the table and crouches in front of his friend. Matt drops his hands away from his face and struggles to open his eyes, face twisting in pain.

"It's the left one," Matt says and Foggy shifts his attention to the affected eye, breathing in sharply when he sees how red and irritated it’s gotten. 

"Okay, buddy, I'm going to put my hands on your face, is that okay?" Foggy asks. Matt swiftly nods so Foggy keeps gently narrating his actions as he grabs on to Matt’s face. Does he need to use both hands? No, but his friend is being vulnerable and exposed and pretty and he’s going to treat him like fine china, damn it.

"I'm tilting your face up because I need more light. You're going to have to try and keep your eye as open as you can. Or I'll just hold it open, if that's okay. Okay? Okay, tell me if I'm pulling too much at your eyelids," Foggy quiets down as he concentrates on looking for the eyelash in Matt's eye. 

Being this close to Matt is... heady, to say the least. Foggy feels his friend's breath against his face, and he’s sure Matt could feel his as well. Foggy shakes his head slightly and forces himself to focus on the task at hand.

He looks into Matt's unseeing eye, searching for the small irritant. The redness has faded somewhat, which Foggy’s glad to see. He looks at Matt's irises, surprised at what he finds there. Foggy had known he was blind since the moment they met, but he’d never actually been this up close and personal to his eyes.

From a distance, Matt’s eyes look plain brown, but this close, Foggy can see the damage the chemicals had done to Matt's eyes all those years ago. There’s small spots of discoloration and his pupil is completely covered in a whitish film. But it doesn't stop them from sparkling and bringing warmth to his faceIt was all very subtle, but definitely present and… 

“Beautiful,” Foggy breathes out, and freezes. He’s sure he mumbled, right? Matt didn’t actually understand what he- 

“Foggy?”

Oh God, what an idiot he is.

"Can you move your eye around a little? I can't see anything," Foggy says, pointedly ignoring the moment. Matt does as he’s told, slowly shifting his focus (or lack thereof) as best he can. Foggy's breath catches slightly when it suddenly seems like he’s looking directly at Foggy. Foggy dismisses the ridiculous notion, shakes his head to cool his flaming cheeks, and continues searching.

"There it is!" Matt has his eye turned up and to the right when Foggy sees the tiny hair. "Okay, I'm going to try to get it. I won’t hurt you, but it might feel weird."

"Just try not to poke my eye out. I can still feel them, you know," Matt teases, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

"Sure thing, Murdock," Foggy says, smiling back. He lowers his finger very carefully onto Matt's eyeball, being as gentle as he possibly can. He presses onto the eyelash, swipes to the side, and lifts his finger.

"A-ha! Got it!" Foggy holds the offending hair between his fingers. Matt blinks a few times and gives a real smile, the kind the makes all the ladies (and Foggy) weak in the knees.

"Thank you, Foggy." Foggy feels the breath whoosh out of him. Matt is so very beautiful and Foggy is so very fucked.

"A-anytime, Matt," Foggy says, swallowing when his voice comes out hoarser than he expects. 

"Something wrong?" Matt asks. His smile takes on the most adorable bit of questioning innocence and being able to see his whole face makes it all the more of a gut punch. Foggy's heart speeds up again, if that’s even possible. Matt's face is so close to his.

"Um, no, but..." Foggy trails off, not quite sure what to say.

"But what, Foggy?" It was almost like Matt nows the effect he has on Foggy. Shit, Foggy's panicking. He has to say something, anything.

"We need to make a wish!" Foggy blurts. Matt's face twists in confusion.  Oh God, even that’s cute.

"What?" What, indeed. 

"Yeah! You're supposed to make a wish, you know? On the eyelash. Like the one I just pulled out of your eye. My mom always made me and my sisters do it. It's good luck. So, uh, let's... make a wish?" Foggy mentally kicks himself for babbling. It seems to take Matt a second to register what he'd said, but then that devilishly handsome face turns into a smirk instead. 

"Okay then. Let's do it," Matt says. Foggy swallows, suddenly feeling like this isn’t a good idea.

“Uh, you can’t wish for something bad. Only the purest of wishes on innocent eyelashes,” Foggy bullshits. Matt only laughs at that.

“Come on, what do you think I’m gonna wish for?”

“I don’t know, dude, but your face is telling me I won’t like it!” Matt laughs harder at Foggy’s distress. “Your glasses aren’t hiding your crazy eyes now, you know.”

“Oh, now I’ve got crazy eyes, is it?” Matt chuckles and widens his eyes comically, staring off at nothing in particular, as usual. “I thought they were beautiful.” 

“I- you- I meant- let’s jus- give me your hand!” Foggy sputters out. Of course Matt had heard him earlier and of course he wasn’t going to let Foggy off easy. Matt smirks that stupid handsome smirk and stretches out his hand. Foggy takes it, and the contact brings heat rushing to his face. What is he, twelve? They’re just touching hands, and platonically. Just like he took out the eyelash from his eye, platonically. And maybe used a few more fingers than necessary to hold onto his face, platonically. And called his best friend’s blind and chemically damaged eyes beautiful, platonically.  

Foggy carefully presses the finger that still holds the eyelash to Matt's index finger and instructs,  "Now you close your eyes, press as hard as you can, and make a wish. Whoever ends up with the eyelash on their finger gets their wish to come true."

"Okay," Matt says and closes his eyes, that smirk softening into a sweet smile. Foggy lets his own eyes slip shut. He’s concentrating on not making his wish about ravishing his best friend (and failing miserably) when he feels a soft pressure against his lips.

Foggy's eyes fly open and he sees Matt's face a hell of a lot closer than it had been before. He suddenly registers that he is being kissed, and by Matt. Matt is kissing him. There is a person currently kissing him, and it’s Matt. Matthew Michael Murdock, his best friend of however many years because he can’t be bothered to remember the exact number right now, is pressing his lips against Foggy's lips. Which is almost definitely not platonic touching.

Before Foggy can even process the kiss enough to start properly kissing back, Matt’s pulling away. Foggy's brain screams in protest, but his mouth can’t form any words.

"Uh..." is all Foggy can manage. Matt’s licking his lips and giving Foggy that dopey smile of his. Holy shit.

"Who got the eyelash?" Matt asks. Foggy is confused for a moment, but then remembers that they were making a wish on Matt's eyelash. He checks his finger and sees the small hair still stuck to it.

"Um, uh, I-I did," Foggy says.

"Oh," Matt says, but he doesn’t look at all disappointed. In fact, he still has that goofy grin plastered on his face. "Well, then it's a good thing my wish just came true."

"Your wish... Matt! That was the dumbest line you could have pulled!" Foggy scoffs. Wasn't this the guy who'd landed countless hotties in college? Honestly, Foggy deserves much more than such cheesy tactics.

"Well, did it work?" Matt’s grin is turning into that smug smirk again and Foggy rolls his eyes but as always, can't help but smile back.

"Shut up and kiss me again."