A trend here. I keep talking about my tumblr. But, for the last few years I've been steadily making world building posts. Not just advice or ramblings about how I built my own world but pieces written "in character" about the history of the world first introduced in Of Rust and Gold. There's stuff about …
All My World Building Posts
*so far A while back I started making world building "advice" posts on my tumblr because some of my followers suggested that it might be helpful but mostly because I think I'm good at world building and I very much wanted to share some of the things I think about that help me flesh out …
The Small Things
This is actually really exciting for me. I've been on Wattpad for 8 years and never once thought of my stuff being advertised on the homepage. I'm a big fan of my small celebrations. I'll have a nice little cup of hot chocolate while I write today.
Rewriting OVS
Long time no time. I finished Of Rust and Gold, it joined Wattpad's Paid Story Program, I started a new book, and I begin my rewrite of Of Vipers and Saints. A lot happened. I'm excited for my rewrite because I think it eliminates one of the main things some people had a problem with …
Just An Update About Me
Hey guys. I haven't made a personal post here in a while. I've been busy with a lot of stuff. So first off I have a job. I work for a production center/studio and it's only 4 months old so you can imagine we're very busy getting things going and getting projects. We're currently in …
Daffodil Wine [6/???]
The lace undergarment almost tears under the sharp points of Pinkie's nails. He holds it up to the dim lighting of the storeroom, nose scrunching as his eyes study it. "Well, if he's gonna abandon you on your birthday you might as well spend his fucking money." Lace and satin, rows of perfume and scented …
Daffodil Wine [5/???]
He's nineteen. Smoke in the air. Music thudding in his ears, but still barely a whipser compared to his own thundering blood. Silk around his hips, long yellow scarves wrapped around his pale arms. The man before him. Only a bit older. Twenty-two. New to the city. Elven like his grandmother. Short and stout like …
In Your Mouth. In His Hands (Part Three)
The first thing Valera taught him was his inclination towards pain was not about his self-worth, or about what he deserved. Leonides never thought he needed it because his existence was so hateful. It only made him think of when he was younger, holding his hand over open flame until someone snatched him back. And now, …
In Your Mouth. In His Hands [Part Two]
Not as special as he once believed. Leonides scoffed. He wasn't special in those days. He'd been a fool and nothing more. Now, now he was so much more. An empire bowed to him. The balance of continent-wide alliances and peace weighed on his shoulders. He strode towards the crooked table. Pen and paper were …
In Your Mouth. In His Hands. [Part One]
"Don't stop," he moaned. He begged. "Oh, Saints. Please, don't stop." Sweat made it hard to hold onto Valera. Still, he tried. As his body rocked over his, his hands digging into his hips. The only anchor holding him to a broken world. Leonides threw his head back. His thighs were sore. His back ached …
Aliston. J Drake 