you know, when i think about how much more active of a writer i was when i was a kid, it’s kind of depressing.
i mean, i had the original Big Epic Fantasy Novel in the works (which i still occasionally think about going back to, but probably never will), and that came to around 500 or 600 pages when you include the countless redrafts, 50-page synopsis, character sheets, lore, worldbuilding, sequel ideas, and assorted random scenes/episodes. then there was the 90-page evil granny novel, which we all know and (?) love, the rambling play about the two kids who get trapped in the underworld together and end up organising a rebellion against the Lord of the Dead, and at least five others - all of which were over a hundred pages long. and that’s not even counting the short stories, scripts, and poetry that i churned out on a fairly regular basis.
i think about it, and it’s like: wow, how the hell did i even do that? nowadays, if i can write something that’s over 10k, it feels like a huge achievement - and even when i do manage it, it invariably gets abandoned after i lose the motivation to finish it. i’m not sure if that’s because of lack of time or lack of drive, but either way it makes me a bit sad. i hope that one day i’ll get the chance to be as prolific as my weird, obsessive eight-year-old self was.
Although it was the toughest thing, you were exactly what I needed. You were a lifetime of lessons in one human being. A single person to teach me all the different kinds of betrayal people can give a person. Like one gun with so many bullets
[ After a month + of waiting, I finally have internet in my new home. I am so sorry for all those who have been waiting for the Runic Slumber plot to continue more so than it has, and I thank those who have held on while I’ve been rather hard to get to. Everything is coming together and I expect a full return soon! For now, I’ll be working on catching up to everything and continuing with the slow progression of the story as it comes. Thank you again to everyone who has stayed with me through this whole mess. Its been hard, but I appreciate it very much. ♥ ]
Chapter title: Doubt and Trust Fandom: D.Gray-Man Pairings: Lavi/Allen [slow burn] Rating + warnings: T / no warnings apply Summary: After months of running and hiding, Allen and Neah find themselves travelling with Lavi, who after narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Noah Family struggles to find purpose. They soon find themselves running from a lot more than fate, and soon they will have to decide whether they will accept the roles they’ve been forced into, or make their own path in a world that’s hellbent on taking it from them. [Canon divergent from chapter 218]
The woods were giving their last attempt to persist in the
wake of the approaching winter, leaves of flame and fire falling to fade into
the mud beneath. Bare branches adorned with dwindling leaves, wisps of fog and
the smell of wet earth; it was peaceful here, surrounded by nature in its dying
days. Since his time on the run had begun, Allen had found
himself taking moments like this often, as if seeing the world around him for
the first time. No, not the first; it was as if it was his last. The bitter
chill seeping into his bones, the array of colour amongst the darkened bark of
dying trees; it was a stark reminder that he was still here, still living and
breathing. It left him feeling sombre, a strange combination of both bitterness
and reverence. This world would exist whether he was in it or not, and though
that caused him pain, it was also comforting. For now, there was a world to
live within, places to observe, things to see and smell and taste.
Until the day the world ended, or he ceased to exist, there
was a place for him under these endless skies.
•Lance will just rant to Hunk for hours about how much he hates Keith
-“…and his dumb face and his stupid mullet- I mean it’s not the 80s any more, why doesn’t he just cut it off-”
-and Hunk just sits there like ‘Mmhmm, yeah, that’s right, you hate him so much. you aren’t hopelessly in love with that boy at all
you totally don’t want to kiss him till you’re both gasping for breath
you don’t want to make sweet love to him on a bed draped in silk sheets and rose petals. not one bit.’
•Sometimes they’ll look at each other and nod like they just had a mental conversation
-Keith is completely mystified by this
•Lance once tried to help Hunk in the kitchen to disastrous effect
•They’re always completely honest with each other; they’ll talk about pretty much anything. (This obviously means that Lance brings up some freaking weird stuff.)
-Hunk talks about how much he misses Earth, misses the heat and scents and laughter of his family kitchen, packed with far more people then it could comfortably hold.
-Lance tells him about how useless he feels among the paladins, how confused he is about his purpose, his life.
•Whenever Lance feels shitty he goes to Hunk for chamomile tea and pillow forts. Hunk lets him scream and rant and sob into his shoulder and is basically the Best Bro Ever.
These two are just amazing. I love my lil idiots.
If you have any ideas/request, please ask me! I’m fresh out.
Mourning bride: “I have lost all” (and I’m just a tad bit perturbed that the flower is really reminiscent of Shiro’s color scheme)
For the Flower Exchange HERE, for the wonderful
Cilan(tuckersfelix) on twitter…I’ve been raring to do some sad sheith stuff for a while now so thanks for PROMPTING me to PROMPTLY finish this wonderful PROMPT you provided to accompany this IMPROMPTU ok I’ll stop now