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chapter update An Involved Process

fiona elen riannon, my writing, fic update

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so uh a PSA, writing a story you want people to read isn’t enough, you also have to publish it somewhere they can read it, so uh.

anyway here’s a new chapter of the keira / lambert / aiden mess, with a bonus: introducing the concept of Get Ciri A Girlfriend. I haven’t written that bit yet but it’s a concept now.

anyway chapter 4 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72041640, featuring Ciri, some startling clarity from Emhyr, Keira, Sheala de Tancarville’s microscope, and a little bit of Aiden being cranky and Lambert being domestic.

“What expertise have I in matters of the heart? None,” Emhyr said, and shook his head slightly, looking down again. He was still holding her hand. “The choices I have made have ensured that. Having only had failures in my own life, I cannot advise you, and it is presumptuous of me to so much as wish you well,” and he paused, glancing up briefly into her face. “But I do.”

She considered that for a moment. “Do you regret your choices?”

He shook his head slightly. “Regret is meaningless,” he said, “an indulgence for which I have no time.” He sighed. “But,” he added, “while hope is similarly meaningless, I believe I can permit myself to indulge in it, for your sake.” To her astonishment, he bowed over her hand and kissed it briefly, then released it and stepped back. “That your choices might go differently, and give you a kinder outcome than mine.”

And with that, he turned and walked out of the hallway, and Ciri let him have his dramatic and well-timed exit, this once, without resenting him for it.

Because she was, after all, in a very good mood. (Your picture was not posted)

jeremiagoeswoah:banjobutch:11k words, that’s short

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11k words, that’s shorter than a lot of fic I’ve read before. Sign me up.

ok my dude asked me about this, he saw it on twitter or something, and he was like “is that allowed on AO3?” and I was like well it’s not copyright infringement or anything but the point of AO3 is transformative works, and there are separate webpages devoted to posting out-of-copyright books, so it seems inappropriate to me to just– post a published but now out of copyright work on AO3.

It’s funny though, don’t get me wrong, and it is absolutely hilarious to contemplate how many of the world’s Formative Texts I haven’t read because they’re long and then you look and if that were a fic I wouldn’t even register the wordcount it’s so small. 11k is like a lunchbreak fic, really.

Hilarious, points for reframing, but i deduct points for incorrect use of the Archive. (Your picture was not posted)

aaah could u maybe doodle philippa?:oo LOVE YOU ART!!!

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daydream

things have been very boring lately, someone rent me a hot tub

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I did have a lovely enough evening, we got a fancy pizza and then went and got takeout ice cream sundaes from the fancy ice cream and candy place down the street. (I also bought $100 of fancy artisanal valentine’s candies for my mom and sisters and me shh.)

but I was pondering what i really want in life, and what i really want, is to sit in a hot tub somewhere– and like, not a hot tub in like a rec center or something, no. i want like. a hot tub on a deck. on the deck of like. a cabin in the woods, with a breathtaking view of the snowy woods and such. like, a nice big hot tub. yeah.

and i want to sit topless in this nice hot tub with this great view, and drink champagne.

and then– well ok over the weekend MM’s kids were playing Minecraft and one of the items in Boychild’s inventory was just called Bucket of Salmon and like

hell yeah i want a bucket of salmon and some champagne and to sit in a hot tub in the snowy woods with my tits out.

(this led to a discussion of where i could source sushi in the remote woods and the suggestion that i just catch a salmon myself, and someone had pointed out that my initial description of the fantasy sounded really like the selkie lifestyle, so i supposed that if i were really a selkie i would have little difficulty in managing a fish straight out of a stream, so now this idle fantasy has taken a hard left into being an A/U where I’m a selkie, but like, that’d be cool and I’d have badass teeth and be way more buff than I am, so I guess that’s where I’m mentally going, on a Wednesday night in February 11 months into a global pandemic that has prevented me from having any kind of travel or vacation or indeed very much fun of any kind in my life, so.) (Your picture was not posted)