You won’t believe this. I. Have. Sentences!!!

I’ve been chipping away at Questions We Don’t Ask, and feeling good about the next part being near finished.

Enjoy this phone convo between Simon and Baz:

“Not that I want you to tell her, but,’ he stops, takes a deep breath and the line goes so silent I think we’ve been disconnected. I’m about to check as he starts up again. “But I think. Fuck. Then we—”

“No.”

"I'm just saying—“”

“Well don’t,” I say sharply, angry that my brain is already trying to fill in the gaps from the unspoken words. “That’s one unfairness too far.”

”Yeah,” he says, sadness dripping from the end of the word like a tear. “I’m sorry. Still, don’t like, make it a point to tell her. That would fuck shit up pretty bad.”

”I wasn’t planning on it.”

Since I’m early enough to tag people:

@jellousbiafrous @ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart

@artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla

@blackberrysummers @nausikaaa @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @noblecorgi @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

Thank you @thewholelemon @monbons and @leithillustration for the recent tags.

I feel like I don’t have much of an update. Picket Fences is still being revised but I feel we’re nearing done. And even though I’ve write most days, it’s only 20 minutes here, an hour there and very little that’s shareable.

BUT that ill-advised Hollanov Fic that I had no business starting… that’s has become shareable.

It’s way more than 6 sentences, but I couldn’t decide where to stop. Enjoy

“I, uh,” Shane mumbles, his face turning pink in a way that Ilya knows only comes with an embarrassing confession. “I like watching you. It’s kinda hot.”

“Hot?”

“You don’t even have to think about it. Like my dad, you just know what to do?”

“You think your dad is hot?”

“You’re such a fucking asshole. Obviously not.”

“But I am?” Ilya asks, poking at Shane in a way that only he can. “Hot?”

Shane is fighting a smile, moving his mouth around to stop it from curling upward. “Obviously.”

No pressure tags

Thank you @monbons for the tag today.

For those interested, you’ll be happy to know Picket Fences has been turned over to the wonderful @aristocratic-otter for betaing and I’m refraining from sharing any of those sentences as we’re so close to the end. So. Close.

In the meantime I’ve been working on Questions We Don’t Ask, those sentences I feel good about sharing. Though who knows what will stay and what will go after editing. Certainly not me. But, enjoy!

“How long?”

“Since my reunion,” I answer honestly because what more have I got to lose? And because I feel the need to rationalize the whole ordeal, “We didn’t intend for this to happen.”

“No one ever does,” Fiona says with a shake of her head. “But all the things that happen after are well fucking intended.”

The waiter brings us another round of drinks, clearly recognizing our need for a numbing agent.

I’ve also started another ill-advised Hollanov Fic because, why not? But I’m not ready to share those sentences yet.

It's that time again, Carry On Big Bang time!

It has been a real pleasure working with @carnationgreen . Every time they showed me progress I was blow away by their talent.

I hope you enjoy our take on knight Simon and stolen crown Baz!

@carry-on-big-bang

500 words

Prompt - roar

Another Hollanov fic coming your way. I really spiced it up this challenge!

@10daysto1k

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82524266

I’m stepping out of Snobaz territory and tip-toeing into Hollanov.

This is also my 100th posted fic. If I’d been paying attention maybe I would have made sure it was Snobaz, but here we are.

Heres day 4, 400 words, prompt - donut.

@10daysto1k

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82481166

It’s been so long, let’s see if I remember how to do this.

Thanks @thewholelemon for the tag, and for luring me out of hibernation with a 10 Days to 1K challenge. @10daysto1k

Not only do I have the first day of that to share, but also I worked on Questions We Don’t Ask this past weekend!

Let’s share the link first. Here’s day one, 100 words, prompt - crush

And now, for a few words from Questions:

“So, you get her flowers?”

“We’re married,” he repeats, face getting redder and eyes more narrowed.

“I could marry him,” I say, shrugging my shoulders and trying to sound nonchalant.

He snorts and chuckles, adjusting his half zipped jeans before confidently challenging, “You’re not marrying him.”

“Why not?” I challenge back, wondering when he seemed so certain of my loyalty to him. When did I show all cards while he hid his away, an extra up his sleeve for when he got desperate.

Let’s hope the momentum stays for a bit!

Tags:

Thank you @monbons and @thewholelemon for the tag.

This year has felt chaotic. Sometimes the only time I could sit and write was if the pressure of a deadline loomed. I signed up for more events because of that and my older works suffered.

But, when prepping this posts u thought I’d see what the numbers said. I was surprised to say the least. I have not felt like I wrote a lot or posted much. But here is what A03 had to say:

This is only the posted data. Not what I have sitting in drafts needing edits. That’s probably another 20,000-30,000 words.

All this to say, maybe I need to lay off myself. Things were fine. I just need to figure out how to get those same results with older works so I can wrap up my wips.

Book wise, I don’t know if I have standout books but authors I really liked this year were Freya Marske, Olivie Blake, and RF Kuang. I’m 2 books shy of my 45 book goal. Feel free to give me a follow on StoryGraph https://app.thestorygraph.com/profile/eraofoddity

I’m like everyone else and Heated Rivalry has taken over my life. So much so, I can’t think of one other show that was a standout.

Crochet wise, the 5 bison I crocheted took up most of my time and I didn’t really finish anything else. Still working in my friends reading blanket and I might finish by this time next year. I’d like to try my hand at a sweater this next year if time allows but I’m very intimidated by clothing.

I hope 2026 brings us all a good year. Astrological ly it seems unlikely, but what do the stars know anyways (cries in Aries).

I’m tagging everyone in my list, and if you don’t see your name, consider yourself tagged and join in.

@ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @facewithoutheart @artsyunderstudy @imagineacoolusername

@shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter

@cutestkilla @blackberrysummers @nausikaaa @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld

@valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @hushed-chorus @youarenevertooold @noblecorgi @bookish-bogwitch