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[hsr] // only as i always have // phainaxa, m, 1.8k.

shf au :')

#fic

archiveofourown.org/works/73208406

Varka let out one of his typical boisterous laughs, shaking his head as he ran one hand back through his hair, a nervous tic Flins had never observed the knight showing before. "Why would I want anything in return?" He pressed his hand back to the bed, bending down over Flins again, and Flins narrowed his eyes, leaning up on one arm to meet him in the middle. "Because you aren't Varka."

Disguised as Varka, Rerir approaches Flins, but it doesn't exactly go the way Rerir suspects... #rerflins #flinsrir #rerflinsrir

archiveofourown.org/works/71750361

fic reflection finally done :')
noyabeans.notion.site/a-fish-named...

i reread my old works that i thought were terrible and actually, they were not as terrible as my mind had had me believe

funny how time dilutes the worst flaws that you thought once ruined a work

fic reflection finally done :')
noyabeans.notion.site/a-fish-named...

the most appalling part of this fic reflection is that it has been more than half a week since i started writing it and it is turning into a whole essay of its own too. literally why

u get it......... ✊🏼😔

this is fine i am fine

youtube.com/watch?v=M2Psqlbxd18

--it can be like death that blows like a breeze.

[honkai star rail]
jiaoqiu/feixiao/moze >> a fish named life #linnwrites

archiveofourown.org/works/69601866

#jiaoqiu #feixiao #moze #yaoqing #feiqiuze

youtube.com/watch?v=M2Psqlbxd18

--it can be like death that blows like a breeze.

[honkai star rail]
jiaoqiu/feixiao/moze >> a fish named life #linnwrites

archiveofourown.org/works/69601866

#jiaoqiu #feixiao #moze #yaoqing #feiqiuze

[honkai star rail]
anaxa & cerces (calypso) >> o reason titan #linnwrites

archiveofourown.org/works/66568306

#anaxa #cerces

for @flowerchalk.bsky.social 🌼

[honkai star rail]
anaxa & cerces (calypso) >> o reason titan #linnwrites

archiveofourown.org/works/66568306

#anaxa #cerces

them: do you remember what happens in this book ?

me: nope

them: and it’s one of your all time favorites ?

me: yep

[hsr] hoarding eternity // phainon/anaxa, 1.7k, t.

archiveofourown.org/works/63873661

#fic

anaxa fic, au where anaxa and cerces share bodies years earlier than in canon:
archiveofourown.org/works/63951877

#anaxa

friendly reminder, it's completely free to go "that isn't for me. I don't get the appeal, but I'm going to keep that shit to myself and move along to enjoy stuff I enjoy instead of shitting on something that makes someone else happy"

ah yes it only took me [checks calendar] three months to realise the giant missing plothole that i had somehow neglected to think about

10k words, renjing fic
it's been over a year im v happy im done now !! 🥹

archiveofourown.org/works/62649217

reading my hq fics again and wow my love for noya is so obnoxiously blatant i am so pleased

i am never writing anything more than 5k words long ever again -_- this keeps happening the moment i hit 10k i immediately hit a brick wall and everything else is like pulling teeth

not sure if some people understand that part of what makes creating so rewarding is the fact that it *is* hard. It doesn’t matter if you’re been painting or writing for 80 years— every piece will have problems that need solving, and few things feel better than figuring it out.

A SPEECH AT THE LOST-AND-FOUND I lost a few goddesses while moving south to north, and also some gods while moving east to west. I let several stars go out for good, they can't be traced. An island or two sank on me, they're lost at sea. I'm not even sure exactly where I left my claws, who's got my fur coat, who's living in my shell. My siblings died the day I left for dry land and only one small bone recalls that anniversary in me. I've shed my skin, squandered vertebrae and legs, taken leave of my senses time and again. I've long since closed my third eye to all that, washed my fins of it and shrugged my branches. Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form, just now making such a fuss about a blue umbrella left yesterday on a bus.

“I lost a few goddesses while moving south to north”

A poem for Sunday morning from a true favorite poet - Wisława Szymborska, “A Speech at the Lost-and-Found”
(trans. S Baranczak & C Cavanagh)
#everynightapoem

Make your praise public (comment on fics and works instead of just privately in discord or DMs so the creator will see it!) and your crit private (if you don't like something, find a friend to vent to privately instead of airing that shit on social media or in tags used by fans who like it)

tfw you tried to do an outline to keep yourself on track and it ends up strangulating the fic so you have to redo half of it anyway

anyway we are sitting at 10k words rn give or take and as you can tell 1) it has spiraled out of my control 2) characterisation is driving me up the wall

i literally scrapped a full 1000 words for this scene that i have FINALLY wrangled into behaving somewhat