Me Dividing My Personality Between My Ocs

I finally get to post a preview for my piece for @inkedfairytales

I got assigned to 1001 Nights and even though they encouraged us to think about of the box, I admit you've got to squint to recognize mine. I came up with a post-cannon type thing. It involves a hut in the desert, a mute character, a really tall jinn and human sacrifices. (I had to cycle through 5 ideas before settling, everybody else's ideas are so good!)

This zine was so fun to be apart of and filled with so many fantastic pieces! I'm so hyped to see how everything turns out!

 Extract:

“It’s not a good story to tell, little mouse.”

Almost as if to apologize, Ra picked up the book again and started reading. Ra had a way of forming words, his voice deep and mellow, blending with the turn of the page. Ebbing and flowing, the story drifted around him like dragging notes. Ra looked over the top of the cover as he read.

“I was a king once,” Ra didn’t say it like it was a story. He said it like a memory, bittersweet on the tongue. “They used to come to me. I’ve helped raise a city out of the sand. I’ve known the feeling of bringing armies victory. I’ve known the maddening years of darkness, waiting, seconds turning to centuries in darkness.”

Thoughts melted away as a familiar warmth settled over him, radiating from Ra like the afternoon sun. It felt like smoke coiled in his mind, slowed down and sluggish. Bo’s eyelids raised and lowered. He watched with dull entrancement as the colored shadows cast by the hanging lanterns first glittered and spun then morphed and arched into dancing figures that twirled and skipped across their walls, moving in tandem with Ra’s story. Bo’s eyes sagged then fogged. In the state in between sleeping and waking, his vision blurred, he saw Ra’s skin darken then shift. What are you?

Something fell then shattered.

Albert Wåhlander  ||  Free! Dive to the Future EP9

Beware the Ides of March 🔪

anybody else a fan of these rlly niche oneshot fics that r simultaneously a little moody and angsty while being exceptionally tender and sexy. they’re always like 20k words and absolutely nothing happens plot wise except feelings stuff. and they always have a title (like this)

a quick little doodle I did for my fic while procrastinating. It's about Grimm Reaper!Haru (writing omnipresent characters is my new fav thing)

give it a read if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15660843

But you know… I’ve heard and learned a lot of things about you, Nanase-kun.

Sometimes I forget that he didn't die. Things were so bad for so long. Sometimes I think he did die, and this is another boy entirely

The Lesson by Kelly Link

“I was fundamentally wrong. Right from the start. And so…I have to set it right”