sometimes i see people have reblogged my very old stuff, the old fanfics i have written and then buried in the depths of my blog and it just. it just makes me so incredibly happy that some people find those fics and that they bring them joy <3 yes especially when they leave their reactions in the tags? of my dear heart
[ID: gray toned picture of towers partially hidden by mist with a text in the middle saying temporarily lnd with a gradient of dark to light as the text is layered on the dark coloured towers.]
Rhys is a boy who tried to save everyone. Ren is a shapeshifter who doesn’t know what she is anymore. Gene is boy who keeps spiraling into deeper trouble. Cailie is a witch on the run from her family. Afisto is a boy who lived in lies. Caeden is an elf who just wanted to see the world. And their realities keep shattering. Additionally, Mezenel is there.
current status: draft 1
wordcount goal: at least 70.000 words
genre: fantasy, dark fantasy, YA/New Adult
themes/tropes: lgbtq+, poc cast, found family, finding your own truth and morals
pov: third person limited, past tense, multiple povs
“Is something the matter, commander?” he asked carefully.
“No it’s-” a sigh escaped his lips, he leaned in closer to Rhys as his voice dropped to a breathy whisper. “Just be careful around the officer, she’s… she doesn’t like when things don’t go her way.”
Rhys furrowed his brows at the remark, he looked into Thatcher’s gaze, almost expecting him to burst in laughter, but he didn’t. Instead commander Thatcher just nodded a few times too much, as if to reassure himself before he began moving again.
[ID: a painting with warm tones, and a hand in the middle facing upwards. there’s a golden arrow between the fingers downwards. in the middle is a white line with creamy almost white text spelling “myth wip”.]
The myths are fading. Only a few of the ancient stories are still whispered in hushed tones, deformed and nameless like Casics. New ones born and fading from memory, some surviving and thriving in their own legends like Felice, eager to see more of the world.
In that world, Sen is a simple human, with wishes and dreams, discovering myths by accident. Noe carries small empty bottles with him, chased by fears and nightmares.
After a bit of hesitation he knocked on the door, almost expecting it to fall apart. It didn’t, instead Gene whipped around, dagger in hand.
“Hello there, I suppose you saw my request?” the man- boy, spoke. He had a grin on his face as wind ruffled his sandy hair. He stood a comfortable enough distance away, though Gene kept the dagger in his grasp.
“Of course I saw it, just like any other thinking person, was the group expecting you armed to their teeth a part of your genius plan?” Gene spat out.
He looked like Afisto. Or, what Gene imagined Afisto to look like now.
someone’s gonna be in the teams meeting to play a game with us to give us job ideas. i have no idea if it’s gonna help my chaotic brain any further but i’m looking forward to not doing math.
"Of course that was a lie, Afisto! You came there to kill me, do you really think I'd tell you the truth?"
"That's not true, I received a report so I had to question you-"
"You tried to find out if I could be executed, not about why I used magic against that guard," Hirath hissed.
"So you did use magic?" Afisto raised a brow.
"I never said I didn't, I said I didn't use it to seduce him," Hirath said with hurt in his voice.
"Why did you use it then?" Afisto asked.
"Why would I tell you?"
Afisto blinked, Hirath's gaze returned to the cold ground of the cell. The chains and shackles jingled as he shifted in hopes of being more comfortable or at least a little less cold. Afisto thought back to when he visited Vinni in her cell, shortly before her execution. He still wasn't sure whether the choices he made were the right ones, but he didn't want to think of her now. Not when he was with Hirath.