This one is from the promptfest in July! It turns out that moving halfway across the country, unpacking, recovering from that, and then immediately undergoing major surgery is not very conducive to finishing prompt fills...
Tarquin and Ashur were separated (by death, circumstance, choice...) a long time ago. Here is how one (or both) of them still remembers the other.
I haven't started it yet, just jotted down a couple of notes (many such cases...) but I'm toying with the idea of them being discovered somehow and Tarquin being exiled by the Magisterium at his own insistence, rather than horribly compromise Dorian and make the situation with Ashur worse. Maybe they write for a few years and then Ashur is assassinated, and Tarquin can't attend his memorial, but every year on the anniversary he lights a candle in Ashur's memory...
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I am. So bored. And I can do almost nothing for the next 2.5 weeks of recovery while I just sit here vibrating in my skin. PLEASE ask me about my Tashur WIPs 😭 My enclosure requires enrichment
What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?
Something you want to do again next year?
I'm definitely hoping to meet up with my new Dragon Age friends again in June!
2. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?
Well it's a whole new apartment in a whole new city halfway across the country from where I was at the start of the year so there's that 😂 It's a little smaller than I'd like but still much closer to my Ideal Size (smol) which has helped me feel better and more secure in the space
Tagged by @hezenkoss for six books I want to read in 2026!
(This is where I reveal that I have the reading taste of a 60-year-old history professor)
I'm cheating slightly in that I started Children of Ash and Elm a few days ago but I think it should count! Most of these are books that have been on my tbr for the last couple of years when I was struggling to read anything new so I'm excited to finally get to them!
Tagging @profmeowmers @girl-mercury @minrathian @corvidaerook @fadesense @sidneysussex @knight0fcups if you like!
It looks like I've posted 98,051 words so far this year! I have no idea how many I've written, there's probably another 30-50k words or so in my scrap bin, and Too Many ongoing WIPs (not all have wordcount but some do). I've got a fic that should be about 15-16k that I hope to post soon (I hoped to post it last week but I've been super sick and ended up needing to rewrite the last third of it, which I'm still working on) and I plan to post two more things that I haven't written yet before the end of the year!
3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
Oh no! I love all of them :anguish: I think, maybe, this is just a little lullaby is the one I'm the most proud of? I just think it's artistically Neat™️ and I had a ton of fun writing and formatting it.
6. Favorite title you used
Titles my beloathed! Once again I will not defend my sense of humor but I maintain that Courting Traditions of the Oblivious Soporatus is a great title and still makes me chuckle.
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For the Fanfic/Author Ask Game!
7. Coffee or tea while you write? Or something else or nothing at all?
9. How did you get into writing fanfiction?
17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?
7. Coffee or tea while you write?
I drink one cup of coffee in the morning and almost never drink tea unless I'm at a coffee shop! I do usually have the World's Largest Water Bottle with me so maybe water counts?
9. How did you get into writing fanfiction?
Deliberately writing it--when I found my first fanfic on the Mugglenet forums and was like "Wait people do this!?", but I'd been telling fanfiction stories about almost all my favorite media ever since I could remember, acting out AUs and sequels and whatever with my action figures and barbie dolls! The first fic I found was Hermione/Draco and I was fascinated. My very first fic was written sometime between the age of 9-12 (I think closer to 9) and posted on fanfiction.net. It was Ron/Hermione and maybe 500 words, and absolutely terrible. That account was banned and the fic is no longer available online, but I do have a copy of it saved on my google drive!
17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?
I will answer again! I think I nailed it with the imagery in Courtship Traditions, and @magemance drew an incredible sketch of one of the scenes that I have forced every single person in my life to look at because nobody has ever drawn art of any of my fics before, let alone beautiful art!
Three ships: Gosh, rn? Yennefer/Geralt, Eskel/Geralt, Rukia/Renji
First Ship: Probably Han/Leia, 5ever OTP. Tiny!bendingwind was like, yes, that right there', that is it. The first ship I ever wrote for was a truly terribly Ron/Hermione fic when I was nine/tenish years old, which I do still have saved, and which still is comically bad.
Last song: Hammers and Nails, The Bones of J.R. Jones (this makes me sound so much more interesting than I am, I made top 0.2% of Hozier listeners this year)
Last Film: Surely something? I don't really watch a lot of movies any longer, I mostly watch series and documentaries.
Currently Reading: I've been reading a lot of fanfic, I went through a backlog of Tortall fanfic, then once again despaired regarding Dragon Age fanfic, and finally landed in Witcher fanfic again. Before that I think it was the Flos Magicae series by Arden Powell.
Currently watching: I am rewatching Tiger King because I need background noise while I pack, and new media is Too Stressful right now.
Currently consuming: FooooOOOOd??? IDK I've been craving crab rangoon but I can't eat them because of a food allergy so like, what's left even?
Currently craving: Idk if it's "craving" exactly but I would very much like for my garage to be packed, ideally without any effort on my part. Just like, I want to wake up tomorrow and everything in my garage is tidied in boxes or else delivered to the local goodwill.
Tagging @mooserrific, @aimlessglee, @whipplefilter if you're interested!
I couldn't decide which story to go with so I'm going with two excerpts :D
Adult!Toshiro/Byakuya, from the prologue, which takes place about three years before the story:
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Spring crossed into summer. Toshiro was hot and grouchy and too tall and very clumsy, to his great dismay.
“My my, you do look older,” old man Kyouraku said one day, which was how Toshiro learned that all his hopes had been in vain, and Matsumoto had been gossiping.
“What’s the pot?” he demanded when he arrived back at his squad’s headquarters. Matsumoto looked up at him from her desk, where she had been doing paperwork for once, with a practiced innocent smile.
“The what, Captain?” she had asked.
“The pot, Matsumoto,” he growed. To his great dismay, his voice cracked, ruining any threatening effect he might have hoped to have had.
Matsumoto gave a valiant show of trying to keep a straight face, but in the end she collapsed into giggles. Toshiro crossed his arms and scowled at her.
“I’m not allowed in on it, since I have insider information,” Matsutmoto admitted at last, once her fit was over.
“You had Lieutenant Hisagi place your bets for you, didn’t you?” Toshiro demanded.
“That would be cheating!” she said, but she winked.
“Well?”
Matsumoto lowered her voice to an annoying stage whisper.
“There are a lot of theories, but mine is that you have a crush,” she said.
Toshiro flinched with his entire body.
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Rukia/Renji pre-academy (maybe discussion of underage sex, depending on whether you consider them to have been underage at this point or not. Nothing graphic. Proceed accordingly.)
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“Okay,” Renji said, his head in his hands.
“That was bad,” Rukia agreed, perched on the decrepit porch beside him, “but I bet we can do better.”
“Don’t tell me you seriously want to, to keep trying after, after that,” Renji said, mortification dripping from his words. “I didn’t even--”
“We’ll ask around,” Rukia interrupted, not particularly interested in dwelling on that herself. “Someone will know what to do. I could just as easily be the problem.”
Renji groaned aloud.
“You’re going to ask every single person we know until we make this work, aren’t you,” he asked. Even his ears had turned red with shame where they poked out above his hands, Rukia noticed. Under other circumstances, it would have been hilarious.
“At least I finally found something you’re bad at,” she said, trying to distract him.
“Fuck off,” he said. “You didn’t exactly excel yourself.”
Teeth had been involved. Rukia felt warmth rise in her own cheeks at the memory.
“Shut up,” she said, but she leaned into his side and wrapped an arm around behind him.
“It was just supposed to be fun, not a competition,” she said. As if anything between the two of them had been anything but a competition.
There wasn’t a lot else to do during the long early autumn months when food was plentiful and easy to come by, after all. Most of their friends, and the other kids they’d lived with over the years, picked it up as a pastime once they got old enough to be interested. Rukia had been old enough to be interested for years. She just… hadn’t really trusted anyone enough to give it a try.
She eyed the sun, still pretty high in the sky.
“Hey Renji,” she said, pulling away just enough to jolt her shoulder against his side, “I bet I can make you, y’know, before you can make me.”
He lifted his head out of his hands to glare at her.
“Cannot,” he said.
“Can too,” she said.
“I’ll fuckin’-- show you!” he said, and Rukia grinned at him.
There was no possible way that she didn’t come out of this a winner.
