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Chapter three! Give it up for chapter three!
I’m 12 thousand words in to my wolfstar fic where one of them convinces the other to hate Christmas (instead of the usual other way around), and lowkey this slaps. 🎄:))
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Chapter two up now! I’ll be posting new chapters every day (5 total :-))
I’m 12 thousand words in to my wolfstar fic where one of them convinces the other to hate Christmas (instead of the usual other way around), and lowkey this slaps. 🎄:))
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New fic alert! Just posted the first chapter on AO3.
Christmas, Backwards
I’m 12 thousand words in to my wolfstar fic where one of them convinces the other to hate Christmas (instead of the usual other way around), and lowkey this slaps. 🎄:))
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I’m 12 thousand words in to my wolfstar fic where one of them convinces the other to hate Christmas (instead of the usual other way around), and lowkey this slaps. 🎄:))
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Resources For Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters
Despite the fact that I am not deaf, mute, or blind myself, one of the most common questions I receive is how to portray characters with these disabilities in fiction.
As such, I’ve compiled the resources I’ve accumulated (from real life deaf, mute, or blind people) into a handy masterlist.
Deaf Characters:
Deaf characters masterpost
Deaf dialogue thread
Dialogue with signing characters (also applies to mute characters.)
A deaf author’s advice on deaf characters
Dialogue between deaf characters
Mute Characters
Life as a Mute
My Silent Summer: Life as a Mute
What It’s Like Being Mute
21 People Reveal What It’s Really Like To Be Mute
I am a 20 year old Mute, ask me anything at all!
Blind Characters:
The 33 Worst Mistakes Writers Make About Blind Characters.
@referenceforwriters masterpost of resources for writing/playing blind characters.
The youtube channel of the wonderful Tommy Edison, a man blind from birth with great insight into the depiction of blind people and their lives.
An Absolute Write thread on the depiction of blind characters, with lots of different viewpoints and some great tips.
And finally, this short, handy masterpost of resources for writing blind characters.
Characters Who Are Blind in One Eye
4 Ways Life Looks Shockingly Different With One Eye
Learning to Live With One Eye
Adapting to the Loss of an Eye
Adapting to Eye Loss and Monocular Vision
Monocular Depth Perception
Deaf-Blind Characters
What Is It Like To Be Deafblind?
Going Deaf and Blind in a City of Noise and Lights
Deaf and Blind by 30
Sarita is Blind, Deaf, and Employed (video)
Born Deaf and Blind, This Eritrean American Graduated Harvard Law School (video)
A Day of a Deaf Blind Person
Lesser Known Things About Being Deafblind
How the Deaf-Blind Communicate
Early Interactions With Children Who Are Deaf-Blind
Raising a DeafBlind Baby
If you have any more resources to add, let me know! I’ll be adding to this post as I find more resources.
I hope this helps, and happy writing! <3
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I have a big work deadline approaching so naturally today I wrote almost 11 thousand words of a new wolfstar fic
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This is so cool! I loved writing Beekeeping in the Daylight, several years ago (!) now. Thank you to itsaash for turning it into a podfic!
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[podfic] Beekeeping in the Daylight, by halictus
I hope everyone is having a lovely Monday, despite ao3 being down!
For some reason my podficcing time seemed to evaporate the past few months, so this took much longer than I thought it would, but I'm happy to share this podfic now! Listen for a sweet fic with Remus as a beekeeper, Sirius as a student teacher, and Lily and James conquering their deepest fears. Written by @halictus-writer and featuring @girlwithcurls96 as Remus' neighbour Minnie.
I'll make the ao3 post when I can, but in the meantime, here's a link to the audiobook file from google drive and you can also stream or download on archive.org here
Thanks for listening!!
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LOVE LOVE LOVED out there!! i felt so immersed in the story i was almost sad when it ended. did love the ending too tho. i hope their breakfast date goes well ❤️
thanks so much for sharing 🫶🫶
Thank you so much, this is so nice to read! I’m glad you liked the story and the ending. One of my favorite things to see at the end of the story was the changes in each of them. I’m sure their breakfast date will go better with their changes made than it would have before, lol.
Thanks for reading!
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Out There
My Wolfstar backpacking AU is finally finished! You can read it on AO3.
21k words, rated teen. It was a fun one to write!
Sirius has to go backpacking to fulfill a college graduation requirement. He is comfortable in his own skin, he has friends, he has passions. But he's still learning how to fit himself into loosely-defined spaces. Remus is a graduate student leading the trip. He loves nature, and backpacking, and being outside, and smiling, and having lots of energy. They both have some learning to do—not necessarily tactfully.
Out There, on AO3
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Domestic wolfstar moments because we need peace in this household
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Im far too tired to actually finish this, so have some half done older wolfstar.
Fanfiction allows you to live your most outrageous fantasies, like living a life of retirement with someone you love.
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Wolfstar reaper AU (700 words)
Everything is hazy, and time flows inconsistently for what must be a while. Flickers of recent memory feel dreamlike, drifting away, but memories of life are still clear. Remus knows he is dead now, that much is certain. And yet, he still hasn’t gone on, to whatever is next. He is stuck somehow. Haze drifts back in. If he sleeps, then he dreams of ice blue eyes, and the sight of them honed in on himself, as he walked up the subway steps with hundreds of others.
The others had passed through, accompanied by three other cloaked figures—reapers—but Remus had stayed. This happened more than once. The reaper who watched him eventually spoke, or Remus dreamt he had. His name is Sirius. Remus remembers that much.
They’re standing alone together now, in the subway station.
“I mean,” Remus starts. “It’s a big commitment.”
“Yes.”
“Hundreds of years,” Remus realizes while saying it. “Of this.”
“Thousands, sometimes,” the reaper corrects. “I believe.”
“How?”
“Well.” The reaper thinks, and glances around. He taps something against the cobbled wall behind them. It’s the first time Remus notices the anachronism of their surroundings. Amidst a yellow-glowing subway station, two flights of stairs stretch up, then round a corner out of sight. The cobblestone wall stretches backwards behind them, lush grass on the other side.
The reaper jumps up to sit atop the wall. He swings his legs, making him look younger. “One does it for a long time, until they lose their humanity.”
Remus shifts, uncomfortable.
“It helps to have attachments,” the reaper adds.
“Attachments to what? This is just limbo. Isn’t it?”
The reaper—Sirius—turns to face Remus directly. Remus tries to not look away. His face is hauntingly handsome, even despite their situation. “Attachments to others. Others they love.”
Remus breathes in, then out, then sits on the wall as well. He can remember his life easily, but he also remembers walking up these subway station stairs over and over, surrounded by other people. Other people that aren’t here anymore. “How long have I been here already? In this, this, pseudo-death?”
“The in-between?” Sirius offers.
“Yes.”
The reaper doesn’t answer.
“How long have you been here?” Remus asks.
“A long time.”
“How long?”
“Hundreds of years, definitely. Possibly thousands.”
“How have you done it? Maintained your… humanity, I guess?”
The reaper stills his hand. Remus doesn’t notice until the sound stops, but Sirius had been tapping something against the wall. It looks like an ancient coin, possibly medieval.
“It was foretold that I would get to love someone eventually.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
Remus concentrates on their surroundings. He can almost see the walls shimmer under scrutiny. “Is that person me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I suppose I don’t have a choice. I have to become one of you and stay here.” To become a reaper, and spend an indefinite time helping humans cross between life and death. To Remus it feels… cold.
“There is always a choice, Remus Lupin. Do not forget that you must always choose your own path.”
“What happens if I stay?”
“Then you stay.”
“What happens if I go?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” the reaper admits. “I would free your soul from your body, and both would depart this space. Both would have peace, for you were good in life, but I don’t believe that peace would be something you consider consciousness.”
“Okay. Then I’m choosing.”
“What are you choosing, Remus Lupin?”
“I’m choosing to stay.”
Sirius looks up, breath catching. “You must be certain. Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“For the rituals to work, I mean. Do you have a strong reason to stay and become who you will? And do what you will do?”
Remus thinks. He thinks for a long time—they seem to have nothing but it here. They just sit in silence; Sirius taps his coin again. Eventually, Remus speaks.
“In life, I had friends, and I had a pleasant network of people who supported me, and who I supported. I don’t quite know why I had to die so young, but I know these things sometimes just happen. But I’ve never been in love. I would like to know what that’s like.”
Sirius looks at him. “I love you, Remus Lupin. I have loved you your entire life.”
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#febficaday2 - masterlist
That’s a wrap for #febficaday2! I hope it introduced you to some new and wonderful fics. :)
Days 1-7: Holidays
Days 8-14: Angst
Days 15-21: Confessions & First Kisses
Days 22-28: AUs
December, 1978 by dearmoons
Of Queer Werewolves, Blood Traitors, and Snogging by Vixeree
Christmas 1977 by Thistlerose
A Good League Hence by @eyra
The Marauders’ Spectacularly Chaotic Christmas Extravaganza by asininemind
A Number of Things Which Sirius Black Did Not Give to Remus Lupin for Christmas by throughadoor
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by @fforsythiaaa
Connect by AllAboutTheDrama
all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters by @aryastark-valarmorghulis
Not Waving But Drowning by possessingtheproperspirit
And They Did Unfold by Shay_Fae
that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf
you were only a ghost that has stolen my heart away by @treacherous-talks
In Dreams by oddsbobs
a perfect moment by pleasedontcryy
so please hurry leave me by new_space
Through the Endless Summer by @grey-wardens
Don’t Make Me Beg For You (Because I’ll Beg For You) by CuriousMay
for your pleasure by @steelycunt
it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing by @stevethehairington
ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by inkedhearts
Basilisks, Boggarts and Boyfriends (oh my) by @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur
Neon Moon by @allhalloweve
East of Sun and West of Moon by flora_tyronelle
Au Pif by @smodernlife, art by @yumenouveau
No Bright Line by @the-grey-lady
I Don’t Sleep, I Dream by escribo
this desperate in love by @drowsyanddazed
See previous rec fest masterlists here.
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Funeral Suit - wolf star microfic
743 words, pre-slash. Rated teen.
He came by in his funeral suit.
Against the black clothes—jacket, shirt, tie—his skin was pale, but his smile was warm, and finally at ease. Remus opened the door wider to let him in, surprised to see him, especially today.
Sirius’s smile grew. “Well?”
“I haven’t got ingredients for dinner,” Remus confessed. “Or at least not a good one.”
“Then let’s go get dinner.” Sirius said it matter-of-factly, but his bright eyes verged on teasing.
Remus accepted the challenge, raising his chin. It helped that Sirius had already sat on his dingy couch. “If you’re buying.”
Sirius stood. “It’s good to see you.”
Remus swallowed, and bowed his head.
They both stood still, and arm’s length apart.
“I should put on nicer clothes if we’re going out. To match.”
Amused, Sirius merely stayed in place, eyes on the closed door to Remus’s studio, listening to the sounds of Remus undressing and redressing behind him.
“Okay,” Remus said. He was quite a bit less formal than Sirius, but he had done what he could. Sirius wouldn’t care, anyway.
“Let’s go.”
As Remus passed him to open the door, Sirius placed his hand against Remus’s back gently, maybe sensing if not properly feeling warm skin under his dress shirt and corduroy fabric jacket.
It was new. Remus stilled for only a moment before continuing to open the door and step out.
They walked down a bright afternoon sidewalk—the funeral was held in the morning—rarely talking, but instead settling into a comfortable silence. Sirius’s shoes shone in the light. He kicked a fallen branch of shrubbery to this side, likely creating a scuff.
Eventually they sat at a bistro table, eating sandwiches.
After, they allowed their feet to carry them further into the city. Remus didn’t quite want to let Sirius go—“letting him go” as some kind of acquiesce, of losing this version of him—and so they meandered on. It felt natural, though.
Sirius pointed, and Remus looked at the tasting room that was just opening.
“I don’t think I’m dressed fancily enough for that.”
Remus sensed without needing to turn and watch Sirius’s eyes roll back into his head.
“Give me your jacket,” Sirius said.
They switched jackets, right there on the sidewalk, in front of the sommelier, partially laughing at him, together, because they were getting away with it, and they were about to drink wine together at only four in the afternoon, and Remus felt happy.
In the end they landed back inside Remus’s studio apartment.
Sirius took the liberty of opening Remus’s liquor cabinet. “The Campbeltown or the Lowland?”
“I can’t taste the difference.”
Sirius grinned back at him, in the low kitchen light, and then turned to grab glasses.
Sunset shone in the windows, casting dusty gold rectangles onto the floor and furniture.
Remus tried to give back Sirius’s jacket, but he didn’t put it on. Instead Sirius only took off the one he wore—Remus’s—and draped it carefully over one of Remus’s two chairs. He took his own suit jacket out of Remus’s hands and dropped it in a bundle onto the table.
“Dance with me?” Sirius said.
It was impossible, although somehow today it wasn’t, and so Remus did. They stood first an arm’s length apart, barely touching each other’s shoulders, swaying to inaudible music. At some point, though, Sirius laughed, and suddenly pulled Remus close. It was still impossible, but it somehow felt natural.
Remus sighed, smiling into Sirius’s shoulder. They continued to sway.
The next day, Sirius pieced together his funeral suit from Remus’s floor, put it back on, and said his goodbye.
Moments after Remus closed the door behind him, Sirius knocked.
“Yeah?” Remus asked.
Sirius’s face was set with determination. Wordlessly, he grabbed Remus’s face and kissed him hard, against lips he had wanted for years and had never truly known until last night.
They separated, both breathing hard.
“That’s all,” Sirius said, and backed away again without removing his eyes from Remus.
“Come back tonight,” Remus said. It wasn’t a question, and even though he felt he had been plunged into some realm of disbelief, he wasn’t going to let it pass. There was a past he knew well, between him and Sirius, and then there was an unknown future, and yet here he was, in some beautiful present. In the doorway of his shoddy apartment, watching Sirius watch him, disheveled clothes and handsome face.
“I will.”
#halictus-writer#wolfstar#wolfstar fic#microfic#funeral suit#inspiration drawn from the song funeral suit by Lisa Hannigan
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I posted chapters 3 and 4 today! Feel free to check it out :)
Out There: Chapter One
My backpacking wolfstar fic is here! Chapter one is now posted on AO3.
Sirius has to go backpacking to finish a college degree requirement. Remus is a grad student leading the trip. They both have some learning to do, and not necessarily tactfully. Link below.
Out There, Chapter One: “Day One”
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The Staff and Board Get Along Well
New chaptered wolfstar fic started now. Remus works for a non profit, Sirius is on the board for it. Set in-universe, after the war unexpectedly ends. You can check it out on AO3 linked below :)
The Staff and Board Get Along Well
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Chapter Two is posted now!
Out There: Chapter One
My backpacking wolfstar fic is here! Chapter one is now posted on AO3.
Sirius has to go backpacking to finish a college degree requirement. Remus is a grad student leading the trip. They both have some learning to do, and not necessarily tactfully. Link below.
Out There, Chapter One: “Day One”
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