I just uploaded my work to wattpad!
wattpad.com/story/20846360…
I plan to post the first five chapters to get a feel of what the community thinks. a #writerslift from the #WritingCommunity would be great! I’m a bit nervous, but I hope it’s well recieved! Next chaps up soon!
0Here are some fandoms I’ll be writing for in the very near future:
Gargoyles (Damn you, Disney+)
Dream Daddy
Mystic Messenger
I have to wrap up some projects I currently have in progress, but these three fandoms are making me itch to write for them big time. Just have to get through my current to do list first. You can look forward to a lot of Damien/Dadsona and Jumin/Zen, Jumin/V, Jumin/Zen/V and various parings with the main character fics. I’m gonna have a field day with these guys.
0Her luminescence doesn’t look real;
blond hair sheen against the black backdrop
Remember Emily-
suicidal man whining through a speaker
was she the deer?
No longer just a yellow diamond;
standing stock still on the side of the road
and it’s as if the past swallows her whole.
Remember Emily
the billboard says,
on the six-hour drive back home,
who died at the drunken hands
of a friend? A stranger?
Remember Emily
black bear campgrounds
Paquette road
and somewhere
deer crossing asphalt
proverbial headlights
Remember
Emily0WIP: Nocturne No. 20
Logline: A tale of two composers in 1830s Paris. Don’t worry, historians, they’re just very dear friends.
Genre: LGBTQ+ fiction, romance, biographical/historical fiction, new adult, supposedly literary fiction
Characters involved: Franz Liszt, Monsieur Jean-Bale, Fryderyk Chopin, Auguste Franchomme, and other friends that may appear (but not frequently enough to liszt)
Tag list: @onthefrits @typewriter-jade @vylyk @notwritinganyflufftoday
NaNo is over, but Nocturne isn’t! If you would like to be added to (or removed from) the tag list, please let me know! Nocturne No. 20 also has its own blog [tag/link here]
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Day 12: Breakfast
Auguste waved to Chopin from across the café as he entered, huddled in his coat and breathing into his gloved hands. He waved to Auguste and walked over. Two cups of coffee sat on the table alongside two breakfast pastries.
“Bonjour, Chopin.” Auguste stood to greet him.
“Bonjour.” Chopin kissed Auguste’s cheek and wondered if that was odd, if he should have greeted him in some other way, if he lingered a moment too long. But after Auguste took a moment to react, to kiss Chopin’s cheek back in what should have been an average everyday greeting, he lingered as well. “There’s a lovely snowfall today.”
“I see that.” Auguste chuckled. “You have quite a bit on your coat there.”
Chopin hesitated a moment at the line he had heard a thousand times before, followed by Auguste gently brushing the powder from Chopin’s coat, but Auguste had already taken his seat. Chopin brushed off his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair before sitting across from his once dear friend.
0“We’ve been living together for eight years and you still can’t tell which clothes in the clean laundry are mine or yours?”
1“Don’t you get it? This could be my chance to be a part of something bigger than myself.”
“I don’t want to die like this, shackled up like a pig waiting its turn at the slaughterhouse.”
“So… You wanna go save the world again?”
“Sounds good to me.”“I don’t typically save the world on first dates, but in this circumstance, I’ll make an exception.”
“If you are
Lost,
Battered,
Broken,
Alone-
I’ll help you find your way back home.”1Blossoms by l.s.
Flowers bloom,
Spring it seems,
But maybe they won’t bloom,
What does it mean.
I won’t grow,
Not to what you expect,
I won’t show,
Any regret.
Cut flowers,
Roots no more,
April showers,
Despair pours.
It is May,
Time to rise,
For I am here to stay.
Finer than the richest things,
Being to strive,
Longing for no more strings,
Down to a further dive.
My petals are bright,
Like a fire of hearth,
Fragile,
Like one’s heart.
Today is new,
The past is old,
The future bright,
Dashing and bold.
0“I don’t typically save the world on first dates, but in this circumstance, I’ll make an exception.”
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