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I recently got back to my original book and have passed 100k words (currently at 112k). I’m very happy with myself. I was stuck at 90k words for so long I honestly was feeling really down about it. I know people really only care about my fanfic, and are probably annoyed I haven’t updated things but between working and hyperfixations im so happy that I finally found the motivation to write my book.

Like this is a love letter to witches and supernatural shit that I’ve been trying to write for what almost is three fucking years. Which is— insane, I was stuck on 90k words for most of the last year. But I did it! I’m writing chapter ten now and so thrilled I’m reaching/nearing everything I’ve wanted for this project.

It’s hard though, because I can’t get anyone I trust to read it. Which makes me feel like it isn’t good and I’m partly wasting time on a project nobody would love half as much as I do. I think I’m holding it to close to my heart in fear someone will crush me/steal it all away from me.

Also yes, I am kind of ranting. But I just wanted to share about my original book since it’s been awhile since I talked about it on here. I honestly recently thought about maybe sharing the first chapter on ao3 to get some criticism/opinions but I don’t know how that would work… or if I’d be able to get a publisher years after (I wanna try and find one whenever that day comes but if not I’ll self publish so you besties better be ready in three years or whatever. Idk how long it’ll take)

Fanfic to published author pipeline I am coming for you

#fadingmoon fics #that tag doesn’t make sense but it’s writing related ??? #ao3 to published author pipeline #do we hate it or do we love it? #WENCLAIR I AM SORRY I WILL COME BACK TO YOU #BELIEVE ME I SWEAR #when I was little I used to spell author as Arthur fun fact

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some things are meant to be broken (you shouldn’t have broken me)

Description

During Imogen’s dream talk with Liliana things get a lot more intense than expected.

Imogen's jaw clenched, there was a resounding creak, a popping inside her she felt deep within her bones as the frustration and grief turned to rage. A grief that was fueled by the woman in front of her.

“Do you know how I was exalted?” Imogen asks. Her hands are pulled into herself, lightning sparking between fingertips as something withers within her.

Her mothers gaze crumpled and reforms. So many emotions cascading over her as she tries to comprehend where this is all going.

“Otohan,” Imogen begins in a sneer, lips curled back and teeth bare like a rabid dog on the edge. “Otohan killed the love of my life right in front of me. Course’ I didn’t know at the time what she meant to me, but the moment she was gone?”

“I’m sorry—“

“No,” Imogen snaps, her tone leveled but so sharp Lilana winces backwards. “No, you aren’t. You wanna play this game, you dealt me these cards, Mama. You may believe what you’re doin’ is right, but at least have the decency to know what you did to me.”

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Hello, here to add to the long rambling thought piece as someone who also always makes long rambling thought pieces.

Honestly, as someone who quite literally grew up on twitter and still has a secret little twitter account there is a reason why I keep my fanfic so strictly away from it. I’ve met some amazing people on there, but like the first person said it can be a really toxic environment and the engagement is less than stellar.

Especially when I got into hosie, I spent a lot of time wanting certain people on twitter to read my fic, as if their opinion mattered. When, you know, of course it doesn’t. These are just people. But wanting engagement from *those* people can be a particular adrenaline rush that’s not necessarily good for you.

I’ve learned in my time that when it comes to writing and fanfic, as well as having a good environment of people who will give you criticism and care about what you do in a way that makes it feel entirely different and wholesome, is that tumblr is a fantastic community for it. To the point I literally will only and have only ever talked about my fics on here. It’s like there is a certain knowledge and understanding between all of us somehow. Which is kind of weird to say, but maybe others will understand what I mean???

I don’t know if any of that makes sense. It’s like a right of passage to talk to people on ao3, become mutuals on tumblr and then just live blissfully around each other. Like, I’m always so happy for everyone on here and their writing. Even if I’m introverted and keep in my bubble on the inside I’m like screaming half the time.

Anyway, yeah, in conclusion twitter is kind of weird about fanfics but tumblr will always be the home to ao3 writers. No matter what fandom you’re in there will always be people for you here.

twitter was a really toxic platform for me - it was hard not to care about follows, likes, quotes, etcetera. the way the website is set up, fandom drama and outrage gets the most engagement and it’s also harder to chat with people or get to know new accounts (like on here you can at least get a sense for people when they talk in the tags, for example? but every interaction on twitter is super direct and a lot of people don’t want to do that, so it winds up being more distant and based on likes/follows/etc).

the algorithm also showed me things that would piss me off? and it was hard for me not to want to correct things that were incorrect. even right now i’m struggling with wanting my old twitter account back so i can have my meaningless likes/engagement on my tweets. but i don’t actually want that? it’s just a dopamine hit. what i really want is to run small accounts where i’m mutuals with people who are actually cool/friendly, or interested in talking about my fic or their own fic. i want community, not empty social media engagement. does that make sense?

anyway, i’ve noticed this a lot and wanted to discuss it. i have new accounts now (this is one of them, and then tribridheretic on twt) that are small and i’m already loving the peace of mind it’s giving me, even if there’s less going on engagement wise

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critical role c3 ep86 spoilers

ok look I know I said I might make a side blog but I haven’t decided yet and tonight’s episode made me lose my mind AND NONE OF MY FRIENDS ARE CAUGHT UP

YALL- OH MY GOD! So, I literally just yesterday got to the halfway point of c2 for the first ever time and I cannot tell you the scream and excitement and happiness I felt when Jester did sending! Like- this is my first time watching a c3 episode with actually knowing the characters from past campaigns! Like I love them, don’t get me wrong when Beau and Caleb first showed up I lost my shit same with Keyleth and everyone from c1 (I do have a soft spot for keyleth tho) BUT LIKE JESTER ?!?! MY LOVELY ?!?! and so now I understand how everyone else felt when Caleb and Beau and all of them showed up in c3 for the first time and it was such a wonderful thing to feel.

God tonight’s episode was so good. I really love when they sit and talk more. Like Laudna talking to Delilah was amazing. I have so many questions about that. I’m terrified for Laudna but at the same time I want *more* so much more- It’s the edging into “madness” into that power that makes you want it all. I don’t want her getting hurt, none of us do, but I’m so intrigued with what *could* happen. Hearing Delilah bring up Imogen as-well! Using her and what she means to Laudna like oh my GOD the feelings coursing through my veins right now are insane.

I also half expected when the flare up happened a “best orgasm of my life joke” but maybe that just me—

ANYWAYS

This episode really did have everything. It started out pretty strong (with all the jokes lmao) and continued to be fun. The spooky vibes AND FUCKING BOATY AND ROPEY 😭 like these are the exact reasons why I stay up till 3am for these people.

Honestly I just wanted to scream about Jester. I don’t know if I have anything actually important to say- other then I with it was Thursday ???

#critical role #c3ep86 #bells hells spoilers #bells hells #laudna critical role

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I seriously might make a side blog for critical role so I don’t end up spamming this account with it dhdhdh like this is my fanfic account I KNOW YOU WANT WENCLAIR I might do that to make it more clean and not random critical role since I’m in really deep now lmao

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Critical role c3 ep 85 spoilers below ✨

FEARNE !!!

I didn’t think about this till now since it’s the next day but the absolute devastating sadness that Fearne almost had to watch another one of her friends die from the same person. Orym means a lot to her, we all know that and he died. Of course Laudna did to and that was pretty traumatic then she had to pick which one to save which makes it even worse.

And now she was put in that situation again staring as someone is killing her friend. Like ?!?! Stop killing people Fearne loves in front of her ??? Kill them behind a building ??? I don’t know!

I just keep thinking about how she was basically reliving what had to be one of if not the worst moments of her life because there Otohan is again about to kill someone she loves :(

Shoutout to FCG for the banishment spell you blew my fucking mind. He was saving that spell slot for so long and it came in handy in the end!!! That is how you playyyy

Anyway that’s all just sad Fearne and me not being able to stop thinking about it

#critical role #fearne calloway #cr fcg #c3e85 #bells hells #bells hells spoilers

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Procrastinating sleep and saw this as a vison. I can literally see Enids face in my head to this.

Wednesday: if they’re too tall cut off their ankles

Enid, fearful: what?

Another sleep deprived idea as I procrastinate sleep: we all know the Enid covered in blood and Wednesday thinking she’s the most beautiful magnificent creature ever but what about wednesday being covered in blood and Enid thinking she is whole heartedly the most wonderful creation to ever walk the face of the earth.

Like oh, there you, dagger in hand, after fighting some gruesome monster, a beast in the woods. The moon shinning upon her, as if it was a spotlight made for her. The moon that Enid prays to, wishes to, holding something so dearly in its gaze that Enids knees feel like they are trembly. And then she can’t help bolting for her, out of worry but also because the crimson staining her skin, and that smile that’s beginning to peak on her lips from winning makes her so incredibly beautiful.

Anyways, that’s it, goodnight.

#fadingmoon fics #wenclair #wednesday addams and enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair

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Absolutely adore your Wednesday ficts and have been a fan for a long while. I absolutely love feral and angry Enid in jealousy jealousy I am yours. I do have a thought that could perhaps add more depth to Enid (this is by all means a love letter to your story. But I remember hearing that you enjoy torturing Enid so I have this thought) of course don’t feel as if you have to use it, because as a writer myself I know we all have plots. But I feel like Enid being able to play the piano would not only surprise Wednesday (maybe Enid learned as a way to appease her mother, to show her she could master a great art. Trying to differentiate her from her brothers.) but as always anything that Esther Sinclair touches goes black. Enid’s passion for piano diminishes. I feel like Enid would at the point that she can’t describe the emotional turmoil she is feeling so she plays the piano. The one in the Academy Choir room. And Wednesday hears it and can feel the emotions in the music. Like a language they both speak. I feel like that is a very soulmate idea 🤣🤣 anyway I just thought that would be cute. Sort of an idea to help you. I really really do love your wenclair, and I really miss your writing. But I also understand we have obligations (the real world) so please take your time and focus on what needs doing. But we will be here waiting for you. 🫡🫡-🇬🇧

Ok these are from the same person! I really appreciate the ideas! I don’t think I’ll use them in “jealousy, jealousy” but they’re very nice.

The werewolf thing is very interesting. I think even with the soulmate connect there are a lot of things that could be done. Like enid feeling this pull in one direction and just looking up to find wednesday entering the cafeteria. As their relationship gets stronger there are a lot of avenues that could be explored. It could be seen as both a wolf thing and a enid thing. I also personally like to think werewolves have a high sense of smell and of enid really wanted to (as weird as this may sound) could just follow her scent 😭

I think the piano idea is a great idea for a different fic. However, the way Enid is and my plans for her are kind of already in place. I don’t really want to put something in that I don’t think fits this Enid, or whatever plot I currently have going. It’s angsty, I’ll give you that. And enid would do a thousand and one things for her mother to be loved, but I also don’t think Esther would give a shit about piano. Honestly, if Enid played anything, as beautiful as I think she thinks Wednesdays cello is it would probably be drums or something that allows energy out. Not that she can’t play piano, there are a hundred fics out there I would read over and over of enid playing piano, or the violin and having some secret talent that takes Wednesdays breath away. Maybe in like a modern au, or like I said before a different fic but not “jealousy, jealousy” it’s a great idea though!!

Okay! I think that was all the asks i had dhdhdh, i was behind. But I really do appreciate every person who reads my fics and sends me asks and ideas. Even if I don’t use them. You are all very kind and it makes me invr happy people enjoy my stories enough to leave comments/and or asks in my inbox. Thank you once again!

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Just finished the last chapter of Jealousy jealousy I am yours….a emotional roller coaster. But in Avery good way. Wednesday being her over protective self…..I loved that. I also love how you fleshed out Yoko’s character, how she is a source of strength for Enid. I hope the next chapter takes place with Enid settling into the Addams manor, and Wednesday being overprotective and coddling 😭 as a writer myself I know writing can take time so you take all the time you need. ❤️

THANK YOU!!! I have plans for the next chapter that are definitely going to involve the manor. I’m not entirely sure if she’ll arrive there right away or not. Wednesday is so protective in her own particular way and I absolutely adore her for it.

Also thank you so much regarding what you said about Yoko. I’m always iffy if people get annoyed at me when I focus on other relationships that are not the main ship at hand.

You’re very kind and I appreciate every word and you reading my fic! I hope you enjoy the next chapter whenever I’m able to get it out!!!

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i have to be completely honest your rilaya fic had me smiling so hard and i cried a bit by the end. thanks. i’m gonna remember this one.

That means a lot and is soooo sweet that you so much!!! I really appreciate it 💞

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(snippet of Misty fic that’ll never see the light of ao3)

the ants are screaming, don’t step on me

words: 885

It’s a blur from the party to where they are now. She remembers Natalie storming away from spin the bottle. How Misty chased after her and they found her car along the road and leaned up against it. Misty watched the sky as Nat smoked a cigarette. It’s smoke mixed with the stars, clouding the constellations she tried to pick out.

“What happened?” Misty finally asked.

Natalie huffed. She flicked the rest of her cigarette out before dropping it to the ground and crushing it with her foot. Misty chose not to chastise her about littering. “Jackie’s being an ass, that’s what. I didn’t even want to play. I thought after Shauna flaked she would follow her ass like a puppy, but no, she had to supervise everyone's kissing.”

“Oh.” Misty frowned. She ran her fingers through the ends of her hair. Her curls were knotted, so she didn’t try very hard not wanting to mess them up. God forbid she had to wash her hair and go through an entire process before that day came just because she got nervous and decided to pull her hair apart half haphazardly. “Did you?”

“Did I, what?”

“Kiss someone?” Natalie stares at her. Misty almost feels small under her gaze but she’s found hanging out with Nat, that this happens a lot. She’s not sure if it’s her, or if the blonde just does it with everyone. Misty isn’t sure what answer she wants either.

“Not for very long. I left.”

“Did you want to kiss someone?”

“Definitely not anyone there.” Misty nods, but then she’s wondering who else? Who that’s not there did Natalie want to kiss? Or did she just mean it in a general sense? That she would kiss someone, but no one playing the game appraised her? “Let’s get in the car.”

Misty listens. She rounds the side and gets in. She smiles at the memory of driving here, how Natalie's friends sat in the back while Misty got the front seat. She helped Nat put in her music when it finished, and watched the blonde sing along with no worries. It was good, better than good. Nat got high off her drugs, but Misty was getting high off her. It made her understand why Natalie did so many things.

The car turned on and music began, Natalie turned it down where you could just barely hear the words if you weren’t focusing on them. Misty just watched her. It might have been too much. She always did that, looked and looked till she couldn’t anymore. Till she was turned or pushed away. But there was a part of her that was afraid once she did, it would all vanish.

Natalie hummed gently, her voice a contrast to the punk music blasting through but somehow it just fit. It reminded her of that night Natalie picked her up on the side of the road. The music was this long, and once they finished talking this is how it was. But back then Misty did not have the right of mind to appreciate what was right in front of her. God, she had been so stupid to not. Even in that state she should have been looking at her.

“You have that weird look on your face,” Nat grumbles. Her eyes flicker over Misty.

“What look?”

Natalie rolls her eyes. She gestures her hand up and down as if that would say everything. It didn’t, clearly. “Did I give you a contact-high, or what? Your pupils are fucking saucers.”

“I--” Her face burned. Misty blinked rapidly and looked away. She watched the house where the party was still booming, they were too far away for anyone to see them in the dark night of the car. Not even the street lights lit up the road properly.

When Misty looked back, her heart was beating fast. Natalie’s eyes were everything, they were too much, always, and somehow never enough. She swallowed, and somehow she was leaning forward just a few inches before stopping. She didn’t pass the console, but Natalie also didn’t move. She just watched, slowly, carefully. Misty let Natalie drink her in, each second that passed growing her uneven breathing.

“Bad idea,” Nat murmurs.

“What is?” Misty can visibly see her swallowing. Her eyes travel across her back, along her jaw and lips before a soft “Oh” leaves her mouth when she finally understands. And yeah, that makes sense. That she wants to kiss Natalie. Because really, isn’t that what all of this had been building up to? If the stares, the touches of hands and gentle caresses were enough to get Misty all floaty then kissing was a piece of the puzzle.

She moves closer. Her lips are parted, Misty is ready to make a really bad idea. She wants to take the leap, plunge herself down the hole of fulfillment till there is nothing left but dust behind. Natalie is going to pull away. She knows it. Even if earlier tonight Natalie was high out of her mind with her hand in Misty's hair, she wasn’t going to kiss her. There was a limit, an end to what Nat would give her and this had to be it.

But…

But, well, apparently the world is upside down because Natalie kisses her.

#fadingmoon fics #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #Misty Quigley and Natalie scatorccio #mistynat

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hey besties it’s been a minute I got a job and have been hyperfixated on critical role which is like an endless tunnel of content- (if anyone writes Imogen and Laudna fics or has recommendations I want them)

But with that in mind I’ve had literally zero time to write let alone time to do what I actually want.

But let’s do a quick update! Emmas new movie came out a hot minute ago and I watched it a thousand times. I love her, and really want her in a horror movie. Don’t ask me how a Christmas movie led me to that. I’m really hoping Wednesday will be a little darker next season but hope can only take me so far. I’m really excited for her tv series that’s based on the book “a good girls guide to murder” I read the first one in the series awhile ago and really liked it. I have to read the second one.

I did watch Jenna’s movie “finest kind” and didn’t like it. Nothing wrong with her, the movie was just boring as hell. It wasn’t my type of thing and I could rant about it forever but I will spare you from it. If you want to see her in it I honestly just recommend looking her clips up on YouTube/tiktok.

I really really wanna be able to write and update “jealousy, jealousy” for you all but I have nothing for the next chapter yet :( life is weird but I love you guys and hope you drank ample amounts of hot chocolate for wenclair.

That’s my update- not very much of one but I didn’t want to leave anyone hanging if they’re waiting for an update on something.

(My Lottie fic chapter three has been half written for months now as well- I just can’t finish it. I’ve been writing on and off a Misty fic in the same universe on the side but it’s more of a trauma dump for me than anything lmao. I always go between wanting to post it and deciding people wouldn’t like it because of how heavily it stands on Misty and her problems with an original character. 21k words to never be seen and counting! Hopefully I can update the Lottie fic soon tho)

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Missing our domestic wenclair with their heart chocolate on the balcony😭😭 seriously your soulmate AU’s are SO GOOD

thank you so much!!! That makes me really happy wenclair are my babiesss god Emma new movie really has me missing them more.

On a little sad note my life is kind of hectic right now and I recently got a job so I’m kind of really busy 😭 I’d love to say I will update soon but I just know with my schedule it’s not plausible but eventually they will be updated !!! gotta make money tho sadly :(

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sometimes it really is just like that 😭 you wouldn’t even be able to guess what this oneshot is

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misty core how obsessive can one obsess

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jealousy, jealousy, I am yours : chapter eight, one step forward, three steps back

Description

The emotional scales that tip in hospitals are like a seesaw. Enid does not like seesaws.

Enid woke up slowly. She honestly wouldn’t even call it waking up. At first there was nothing, just her floating in this void before she slowly started to realize everything around her.

First was the beeping. It was faint to her ears. It was constant, thumping along with her. Then it was the bed she was laying on. The soft sheets of fabrics underneath her, the warm scratchy blanket laying on top of her.

She stayed there for a while. Unknowing. Just lying with no thoughts spinning around because there was nothing to think. She did not have questions till she felt the hand in hers. The cold but warm skin, the pad of someone’s thumb running back and forth gently.

She knew who it was. Enid was a touchy feely person, always cuddling with friends, always wanting to hold their hands or touch them in any way she could. But she would never not recognize this hand.

Wednesday.

And then with that confirmation, she felt it on her face. Not the pain, but the bandage stuck to her face.

“Don’t touch that.” Enid had apparently actually been touching her face, because almost instantly a hand came up and settled her hand onto her stomach.

The beeping on the monitor got louder. Memories slowly started to fill her mind. Her brothers, them wanting her to turn, Enid not standing down to them.

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#fadingmoon fics #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday addams and enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wenclair fics #wenclair fanfic

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Just now noticed that both jealousy jealousy I am yours and Sour and not a bit nice have the crucial balcony moments. 😭 there is something so beautiful and special about that moment. It simply is not wenclair without the balcony moment. And of course hot chocolate. ❤️

I love the balcony scene! I think you’re right on the nose with it being a crucial moment for the both of them. Personally with the show I think it’s the first fully real moment they both understand each other and it starts the avalanche of everything that is them.

I didn’t realize I wrote a balcony scene into each of my fics but oh well! (genuinely don’t remember more than half of what happened in sour oof) I love it, and I do think each one is different enough but exactly what is needed. (LOVE HOT CHOCOLATE wenclair and hot chocolate is just the cutesttt)

thank you for reading my fics and leaving an ask!

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