#wiritng

And as someone who is currently writing a book where the two main characters and the main relationship is gay I’m a lil scared.

I’m don’t identify as gay or a man, I identify as AroAce Agender. I was wondering if anyone has any opinions on this? I’ll probably write the story anyways (worst case I’ll keep it to myself), but I would like to know of other peoples opinions on this.

I plan on writing a fic about this, but:

Imagine him asking why you suddenly don’t call him Andrew anymore, shortly after you see him dating/getting close with another woman, so you call him Pope like the others.

“You’ve been callin’ me Pope…not Andrew anymore…not even Andy…why?”

“She calls you Andrew” Is your response, and then he realizes.

he understands that in calling him Andrew/Andy it means you’re familiar, youre too close, something you would only do if there was a chance of getting together. You called him Andrew because it was intimate and had meaning, but now that he’s with someone, you can’t do it.

This week's wip snip is from an OC Kiss week write up I'm working on! This is for the Blush prompt starring Kahanni the Setite and Snare the Gangrel.

Sharing these weekly has certainly given me a little more drive to keep working and so I hope it helps others with their writing!! Please share 'em if you got 'em!!!!!

Dividers by @diableriedoll

Art by @crownedinmarigolds

Then a hand gently took her from under the chin. The touch was soft and warm. The pointed tips of nails gently poked her cheeks and guided her to a face. She was beautiful. One eye was a golden sun, the other the was the earth beneath. Lips full, and inviting. Skin dark and soft. Her smell was sensuous and sweet.

"Who are you?" The woman said, her voice honey, and clear as crystal.

"I- I'M… UHHHH. I'M…. Snare." Every sound was getting caught in her throat. She didn't want to speak. She just wanted to let herself melt away in this strangers grasp. "Wh-who are-" she paused. Her voice failed her as she stared at the lips of her captor. At the fangs exposed by the bemused smile.

"I'm Kahanni." She said with no hesitation. "I'm the host of this party you flew into little bat."

A door I cannot close (ch 9) - A house

Picture that in your dreams.

Ao3 link

@ alliefeeley

1.) follow your current brainworms and risk permanently loosing interest in the wip you should be working on