#teslawrites

Concept : Sherry lives and Polnareff introduces Avdol (requested). Setting : Canon verse. Warning : Some teasing, mostly fluff, a little anxiety for first meetings, short nightmare. Word Count : 2022.

Summary

Avdol breathes a calming breath through his nose, reaching over the center console to pry one of Polnareff’s hands off the wheel to hold in his own. He wills his touch to comfort and calm, feels the tension slowly melt, smiling over at the other. “She’s going to be happy to see you.”

Concept : Avpol + phantom pain + everybody lives. Setting : Canon verse. Warning : Everybody Lives AU, talk of pain / phantom pain, mention of violence, small mention of gore, small amount of body horror, angst, hurt/comfort. Word Count : 1532. Requested by anon.

Summary

“What has brought you back to Egypt?”

Polnareff’s face becomes abashed, the red of his skin giving the slightest hint of light freckles speckled along the bridge of a nose. “If I was lying, I’d say the scenery.”

That causes Avdol to raise a brow. “And if you were being honest?”

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR THE MONTH OF OCTOBER.

I will likely reopen them in November. In the meantime I am challenging myself to write at least one horror story per day through October. In the beginning of 2020 my goal was to write a novel of short horror stories and I’m hoping to use this month to get closer to that goal.

My askbox is still open to talk about ideas and other things. Follow me on twitter where I’ll be more active.

Plans for the future after October ;

Working on OCs (character profiles, playlists, edits, etc.).

Completing a Commissions Guideline document and finishing my Comms page.

Condensing tags navigation.

Writing more OC drabbles & adding more to my Writing page.

December “OC Prompt Challenge”.

Sharing templates I use to help me write (Character templates, City templates, ect.).

Starting a “Prompt” tag where I throw ideas out into the wind in hopes a fellow writer becomes inspired.

Things for you to check out ;

My tumblr has a new theme! Check it out!

My Ships List & Fandoms List can be found linked in my About page.

Check out my deviantART for OC character profiles and a list of OC Rogues & Heroes I’ve been developing.

Check out my writing twitter for writing updates & pictures of my cat.

Concept : Theon and Jeyne are about to be separated for what may be forever. They talk, they cry and they confess. Setting : Canon verse (primary bookverse setting). Warning : Mention of violence, threat of execution, a lot of angst, not as much fluff as was intended oops. Word Count : 1738.

Summary

He gulps, confession on the tip of his tongue, but he isn’t cruel enough to speak it. He may love her with his battered heart yet he cannot protect her further from this point.

Concept : Narumitsu + childhood friends + hurt/comfort (request). Setting : Childhood AU. Warning : Little bit of angst, implied child neglect. Word Count : 218.

Summary

“My name is Nick. I’ve never stayed here before. Do you want to play?”

Concept : When the company is resting in Lothlórien, the Hobbits comfort themselves in the land’s rich beauty. This is where the flower weaving comes in. Setting : Canon verse. Warning : Canon character death, brief talk of grief and hardships to come, mainly fluff. Word Count : 1000.

Summary

“I can weave some into your beard, Master Gimli,” Sam suggests.

A shocked grunt, a step back. “My beard!”

Sam looks abashed, realizing his mistake. “I wouldn’t ruin it, I promise.”

Concept : Tim & Steph get ice cream (request). Setting : Canon verse. Warning : short & sweet, major fluff, sorry it isn’t longer. Word Count : 153.

Summary

Concept : Renly survives the shadow demon baby assassin. Setting : Canon verse. Warning : mostly angst, but with a happy ending, a lil swear word, kinda quick exploration of concept. Word Count : 1320.

Summary

It’s been days since Renly has last opened his eyes, breathing shallow and reaching with a weakness not meant for someone of his strength and build. Loras presses sugary-sweet kisses to brow and cheek, nose and lips and chin in the privacy of their tent, whimpering at the pale complexion of the skin under his lips.