Awry

( A short flash fiction written as a prize for a contest held over on DeviantArt )

Eral came to after the fight had concluded. By the pained groans throughout the courtyard, he hadn’t been out for more than a few minutes. That, at least, was a good sign. He also noted that Elias stood at the center of the courtyard, surveying the damage and looking mostly unharmed. Another good thing.

“Eral? Buddy?” Elias called. Genuine concern colored his voice.

Eral waved his arms but didn’t move to stand. “Here, dummy. Look for the only green here!”

Elias zeroed in on him, and if Eral wasn’t hazy from pain, he’d relish the shock on that face. Not much could throw Elias off like that.

Heavy footsteps shook the stone ground as Elias rushed towards Eral. His shadow barely engulfed the fallen pixie before he dropped into a kneel. Eral leaned back in time with Elias leaning over him, though he couldn’t hope to keep his personal space at this point.

As usual when met with any level of fussing over him, Eral rolled his eyes. “You look awful, Elias. Maybe you oughta kick back a bit. Rein in the storm tricks for a day or two.”

Elias blinked. “Eral, your wings… doesn’t that hurt?”

The question brought with it a new aching wave of pain as if spoken into being. Eral winced, ever aware of the bent and crumpled wings at his back. “Yes, Elias, it hurts. Next dumb question, please.”

Instead, Elias reached down to scoop Eral into his cupped palms, moving slowly and with an unusual amount of restraint. “I thought. Well, damn. I thought I’d waited to set off the blast. Eral, I’m sorry.”

Seeing Elias so subdued and remorseful, Eral sighed. He couldn’t have kept up the teasing much longer, anyway. His wings did hurt. Badly. “You probably did. I didn’t count on someone throwing things at me.” One wing twitched and he grimaced. “I spun. The wind went off. I hit the wall.”

Elias winced in sympathy. “Can they be fixed?”

“Well yeah. Just gotta find a healer. You’ll be doing all the footwork, though. I’m not navigating for you today.”

Elias smirked. “I’ll try not to get lost without your scouting,” he quipped as he turned for the exit of the courtyard.

“Big ask, I know,” Eral shot back. He was tired enough to lie back on the hands supporting him, but his wings never let him rest. “Just don’t get held up by any authorities. No stalling.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Elias murmured as he fled the courtyard, leaving the unconscious others to be caught with all the evidence of their crimes. Once he ducked into a side street, he glanced down at Eral again. “I’ll getcha taken care of in no time, pal.” A thumb curled inward to nudge at Eral’s side.

Eral scoffed, but it was more of an amused sound. Rather than push the thumb away, he hooked an arm over it to steady himself. Every giant step Elias took swayed in his hands, but all the same Eral appreciated the effort. “I know, buddy. Then we’ll hit the pub.”

“It’s a date,” Elias quipped, his familiar grin appearing at last.

Belated Announcement

I’ve been extremely absent from my blog for … well, an embarrassing amount of time. But! I have a pretty good reason. Last month I began the preparations for a move several states away from where I grew up, and at the very end of March I finally made that leap! I had the stalwart emotional support of @nightmares06​, who managed to fly out to where I was so we could drive all the way back in a race against time. We made it back just before several states in New England cracked down on this pandemic with more stay at home orders and the like.

So now, I have taken up residence in Massachusetts! I have work lined up (we’ll see how long this work from home shenanigans goes on), and I’ve been keeping busy settling in.

I’m eager to get back into writing, however. I’ve missed it! The flurry of the last few months is beginning to settle down, so I’m pleased to note that I will indeed be getting back into practice.

Stay tuned later for a one-shot based on the Brothers Asunder AU created by myself and nightmares (find more information @brothersapart​ or here ): Dean Asunder!

Anonymous Message

anonymous asked: Do Lilliputian!Chase’s parents ever warm up to Jacob? Also, how does Jacob keep clean in a land of tinies? I can’t imagine repeated dips in the sea helps after too long… (Hello!! I love your writing, it’s very immersive and entertaining!!


(Aaaah, thank you so much! I’m sorry for letting this go unanswered for so long! I have a bit of a backlog of posts to make.)

They sorta do, I guess? Chase’s parents can’t exactly force a giant to go away, and Chase insists that he sticks around. So they gotta get used to him somehow. At least Chase looks after him, and he looks after Chase in turn. Minnie has probably also put in a good word.

As for giant hygiene, I’m certain Jacob has found ways to get clean water. He can also find a river if he wanders a bit away from the city. Lucky he’s already pretty good at roughing it!

Looking Forward?

I wanted to make a recap of the decade type post like I’ve seen all around, but the more I think about it the more daunting such a thing sounds! I did a lot of growing up since 2010. I went to college and got a degree for the first half of it, and now I’m working a Big Kid job like some kind of adult! I can summarize a bit of the writerly side of things, at least.

For one thing, I didn’t do much writing at all during college. I simply didn’t leave myself the time, and with a demanding course schedule, internships, and extremely unhealthy sleeping habits, writing my stories just didn’t happen. The closest I got was by starting D&D, which helped me get that creative outlet without having to, y’know, actually write the whole thing out (and also gave me several of my favorite OCs, most of whom have appeared on the blog already).

Then, I escaped graduated school, and suddenly the writing just wanted so much to happen again! It was at that point that I began writing with who is now one of my dearest friends, @creatorofuniverses​! I am so blessed that she wandered into my inbox answering a call for RP buddies. We created the Trust multiverse together, and anyone who follows that series knows how much it expanded in a short time.

I don’t say this publicly very often, but the Trust multiverse is also the reason I was able to finish my first draft of Bowman of Wellwood (if anyone remembers way back when it’s original title was Seeing Eye to Eye). I literally couldn’t have published my first novel (2018! I can’t believe I did it!) without my writing buddies.

I started participating in National Novel Writing Month, I wrote collaborative works with several extremely talented writers ( a special shoutout to @kimstaticchild​ and @little-miss-maggie​, who have gone on to publish several novels of their own! They’re incredibly hard workers and I owe so much of my growth as a writer to what I learned from them).

Somewhere in there I sort of started to watch Supernatural (yeah yeah I was like ten years late to that club). Then I read a fanfiction of the show that made me like it even more, and the rest, as they say, is history. I started talking with @nightmares06​ about the show and especially her AU, @brothersapart​. I even created a fanfic of her fanfic (which amused the hell out of me, as a concept), which gave birth to my dear Oscar the OC, and he has never left my mind since.

Oscar got me an in to cowrite with nightmares as well, and my gosh I got myself into the world of crossover fanfiction, bringing my favorite OCs into collaborative works with yet another lifelong friend.

The last few years are just a blur of ups and downs with my personal confidence in my writing. While I went through that, I had my friends there to help me remember that I actually know a thing or two about writing. At some point I even added in another buddy, @borrowedtimeandspace​, and I honestly feel so rich to have such a good support network.

I’ve had trouble accepting my solo work as any good from time to time, and that translated into my collaborative efforts. Every one of my cowriters understood and helped me through it, and I literally tear up every time I think about how much they’ve helped me (I’m allowed to be cheesy in my decade recap post).

This new decade is gonna be more hopeful for me. I’m going to start it off by going on a trip with my current cowriter buddies, and I can’t tell you how excited I am for that. 

NaNoWriMo Day 30

It’s a win!

I made it to the end of the goal despite a cold really kicking my butt for the last half of the month. I’m so pleased with how it came together, especially with all the new characters and the perspective(s) of a plural system.

Finnraal did a good job. It’s time for him to get some much deserved rest.

Word Count: 50040

Excerpt:

“No,” he said wearily, revealing none of his qualms. “I’m afraid that is a mission too large for someone like me.”

“But … you saved all of us!”

Finnraal sighed. “Someone else made me aware of the situation. He told me a lot of children were at risk here.” He glanced down at where Elodie hid timidly behind him. “My mission is to make sure kids like us don’t grow up alone.”

The young man pursed his lips and glanced Elodie’s way, and then back at the group of young people milling about near the center of the room. “There’s not all that many of us,” he said, some doubt creeping into his voice again. “And we’re all so fresh. What if they don’t listen?”   

Finnraal smiled. “If Eshin here has taught me anything, it’s that people your age have no trouble at all making yourselves known and heard,” he quipped. “And I’m not that much older than you, if you’re after credentials. I would have to shout just as loudly, but my voice is more useful when it’s quiet.”

NaNoWriMo Day 29

Happy (late) Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrated it! I had a nice quiet day with my mom decorating cookies yesterday. And then today I’ve slept a lot and avoided any sort of stores. Oh, and also I’ve made a lot of progress on my NaNo project, which is awesome. I don’t usually like running right up until the end of the month with it, but the remainder is pretty manageable and I’m honestly really proud of how much I got written with a brand new story and batch of characters.

Word Count: 49386

Excerpt: 

“Finn?” Eshin tilted his head to try to meet his gaze.

Finnraal didn’t know how long he’d been standing there staring. His body ached and he was tired right to his bones. He shook himself off and took a steadying breath, if only to stay awake until he could get himself home safely.

“Still Finn, right?” Eshin asked again, this time quieter and with a deeper understanding.

Finnraal nodded absently, then blinked. “Yes. Finn, at the moment. Mostly.”

Eshin smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to someone I met when I arrived here,” he said, before turning just enough to reveal the small figure hiding shyly behind him.

It was a young human child, wispy and shaky. One of her hands had been replaced with a mechanical one. The fingers on it twitched in constant, jerky motions as if not calibrated quite right.

“This is Elodie,” Eshin said quietly, even as Finnraal knelt down to be on her level. “Elodie, this is Finn. The one I told you about.”

Elodie scanned Finnraal with a guarded expression in her too young and too knowing eyes. She’d been through quite enough already, and she inched closer to Eshin before she found the bravery to speak. “You have a house for … little kids like me?” she said. Her voice shook as if she might cry at any second.

Finnraal smiled and held out a hand. “Little kids like you, and big kids like Eshin,” he said. “Sometimes it gets a little noisy, but if you don’t mind having a lot of brothers and sisters, it’s not so bad.”

NaNoWriMo Day 25

I’m making a post before I start writing today to prove I’m still alive and working on Nano! It’s just been very busy and I keep finishing up words late at night and just conking out in bed. It’s been … a crazy month, to put it lightly. But! The story is really coming along and I’m very excited about that. 😀

Riddle continues to be a snarky little smokeball. Who dares cause mischief when it’s been clearly established that he is the mischief boss?

Word Count: 44863

Excerpt:

The world always looked so solid when he fronted, or came too close to one of the others. Their perception of everything was so grounded. Riddle, as a child of the abstract, tended to view everything by the webs that tangled between them when he was in the inner world.

There were almost no webs in sight here, which offered him a very obvious clue.

“Someone trying to mess?” he called out. He didn’t have a mouth or a voice box with which to speak, but all the same he conveyed a coy yet threatening tone without issue. He roiled with glee when wherever he was didn’t even bother to echo his question back to him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaare,” he hissed. This time, he indulged in the sinister tone he’d used as a pure habit back when the body was much younger. Back then, he’d been truly nasty to his headmates on occasion.

He was well past that, but that didn’t mean he’d let the old skills go to waste. Something was afoot, and he was already following one of the webs tugging at his awareness. At the end of that link, he would find answers to who exactly thought they could cause trouble in his headspace.

That was his job, and everyone else had kindly agreed to it.

NaNoWriMo Day 19

Boy was I tired today. I wasn’t sure I would get very many words done today, but then I started writing a couple of important scenes to make sure I’d have plenty of motivation, and I actually surpassed my daily goal! That’s always a good feeling.

This is an odd scene for Kala. She’s not the same race as the body, so her culture shock can be twofold in some ways.

Word Count: 38261

Excerpt:

Kala glanced down and frowned in confusion at what she found. She was in her own appearance, something she never saw outside the inner world. Tall, slender, with thick black curls piled high on her head. Gold jewelry and gems adorned every finger of both hands, and there was a pleasant warmth in her cheeks as if she’d snuck some whiskey.

Everyone around her spoke a language she didn’t know, but that she recognized all the same. It was the language that colored her accent. She never knew why she’d come into being not knowing the language, and the accent was all that remained, but something in her fluttered to hear it now.

It was beautiful, fervent, so alive and real.

It was horrible. It was as if someone had taken what she read about the people she hailed from, blended it harshly with the daydreams she’d invented about herself among them, and saturated everything beyond what could make sense.

NaNoWriMo Day 17

It has been a long weekend. I felt so busy, but at least I didn’t fall behind on words! I actually got things into the action of everything!

Word Count: 34248

Excerpt:

“So you’re upset with me,” Riddle slurred, even as the prism elf switched off his stun baton and strode towards him. There wasn’t much fight in him at the moment, and the elf seemed to recognize that. Riddle couldn’t feel anyone else close to him at all, and for a moment that worried him.

“Not upset, exactly, but surprised,” the elf admitted. “I didn’t think you’d come looking for us again, not after you managed to get away the first time. But here I am, the one to bring you in after you strayed.”

Riddle grinned, but it turned into a wince after only a second. “I wouldn’t mind you telling me what’s going on.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” the elf said gently. “But since you’re so slippery, I have no intent of detailing everything to you until we’re sure you’re in check. You understand.”

Riddle wanted to sling another protest, some other snarky response, but he wasn’t in time for the elf to produce a simple handkerchief from a pocket in his kaftan. As hasty as he was, he was also ridiculously graceful as he leaned forward to tie the cloth around Riddle’s mouth. Silk dug into his cheeks and the knot at the back of his head tangled in his shaggy hair.

He was going to make Finnraal cut it next time, he swore to whatever gods cared.

NaNoWriMo Day 15

I finished writing last night at like an hour to midnight, so I decided to save the excerpt post. I was tired and it was time for bed, but also I got through a pretty fun scene so that’s exciting! 😀

Sometimes, the members of this DID system need to have a one-on-one to get a better understanding of each other. Riddle happens to be very guarded and harder to understand by his own choosing, but he’s still a good Riddle, and Finn knows this. 

Word count: 30104

Excerpt:

Finnraal gasped as his foot settled down on dry, dusty stone that he couldn’t have hoped to see. The annoyance that sparked all around him told him what he needed to know. He’d found Riddle at the bottom of the well, and the shadowy headmate didn’t want him there in the least.

“Whatcha doing down here, Finnraal?” Riddle’s voice came from all around and nowhere, and Finnraal had to control his breathing. Riddle knew everyone’s fears and admitted to none of his own.

He used to cause nightmares for Finnraal and Kala especially, and sometimes Azul too. At the time, it had felt like such a malicious thing. He’d always been so quick to remind Finnraal especially of his failings, of his fears, of his regrets. In the name of being practical, Riddle used to be as mean as they come.

It had taken a long time for Finnraal to understand why, and even then there were depths he hadn’t reached.

It was time to stop avoiding that.