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When Golde is hurriedly betrothed to a man she hasn’t seen since she was a child in exchange for a ticket across the sea, she must come to the bottom of why her uncle insists that a man who seems determined to hide from the law is a good man.

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my short story i am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, a story about two ashkenazim fleeing the old country together, was published today in the crimson bones gothic romance anthology!

art commissioned from @daniellabatsheva on instagram!

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I know I ain’t been around here much lately, but wanted to share: on Friday, I signed with a literary agent for my scifi horror book and I’m literally trembling with joy, anticipation, and fear as we prepare to take it to publishing houses to see if anyone is interested in it.  

If you have any desire to follow along on my original fiction journey, this is a link to my substack (where I promise only important updates).

<3

celia

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He had been sharpening Asala since they had found it in Redcliffe.

Read Stone and Stars on AO3

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The Dicklo Cinematic Universe

Part 1 - You, Me, and He

When they say that Kylo's brain is in his groin, they're not far from the truth. Alternatively, In which Kylo Ren is his own penis.

Part 2 - It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Written with @jeenonamit

Rey convinces Ben--and his sentient penis--to go with her to a Halloween party. What could go wrong? (Working title: "Dicklo 2: Electric BOO-galoo")

Part 3 - i've just seen a face (i can't forget the time or place)

She'd never felt so alone in all her life. And then it happened. — In which Dicklo meets Clitreyis and your author invites you to join her in hell.

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Investiture

In which Ben goes to daven for his father’s yahrtzeit and manages to prove to himself once again that he is both a terrible person and a terrible Jew. Oh and he sort of falls in love.

Written for the @reylofanfictionanthology's After the Blazing Fire Dies Exchange for @misscoppelia.

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/r/dogs

[Help] My Girlfriend thinks she’s dying because the dog won’t leave her side

A sequel to #kylothekiller

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tfw suddenly inspiration

he's bigger, stronger; his lips are thicker than hers, his tongue fiercer; but rey has waited all her life for nothing, this impetuous huge fish knows nothing of patience.

you think you can beat me? he had bubbled at her through the water, his dark scales glinting red in the light of the crystals that surrounded them. she hadn't given him time to respond: she'd gone in, locking her lips to his.

a kiss of death, the seasongs called it. there were stories of fish who died, lips locked, determined not to be defeated. rey had only had to try it twice in her life, and both times, the other fish had faltered long before she'd been tempted to. their weakness had gotten the better of them. rey refuses to be the weaker fish now. that's why she had kissed him.

she is never the weaker fish. she can be patient; she can die before she'd break the kiss. especially when it had the unexpected benefit of making him shut up.

his tongue, like hers, is sharp. he's good with it too; it dances around hers, darting and pressing, trying to shove her own back towards her throat, to distract her into breaking the kiss. he continues their little duel in her mouth and she lets him. he will tire himself out soon with all that movement. rey can wait.

his eyes bulge, big and black in his eyes. there's a gleam of red to them too, but also, when she deflects his latest tongue foray almost lazily, a moment of shock, a moment of fear.

he doesn't know what he's up against.

he thinks he can frighten her, but this is a battle of wills and it's not long before his tongue falters.

is your will giving out? she wonders at him.

it's as if he hears her, the way his tongue redoubles his efforts, and in his renewed foray...

heat. boiling, blasting heat like the water over the undersea volcanoes to the south, like the empty shallows to the west that stretch on for miles and miles, where her parents were supposed to come find her again but never did. this heat isn't outside her, though, it's within her.

his tail lashes back and forth, and hers matches it. her tongue catches his and presses it back into his mouth. this time, when his jeweled dark eyes flash, she wonders if he feels the heat too. she wonders if he is growing impatient, if he wants the kiss to end.

she's not sure she does. not just because she wants to beat him, but because she's not sure she wants the heat to end. she doesn't want to go back to the cold, dark, lonely ocean. not when she's found someone who flashes in the dark and who meets her kiss of death with passion and patience.

their tongues slow. the dance gets lazier, the kiss somehow deeper. she notices the taste of his soul. she wonders if she imagines the loneliness there, or if it is her own. in his eyes, she sees understanding begin to dawn. maybe even sympathy.

this time, when his tongue touches hers, it is gentle. the barbs on the edge of it don't hurt her. he is reaching for her and she—she's reaching for him too.

it's frightening, the idea that it won't be patience that shatters this battle for dominance. she wants to break away from him, to speak to him again, to see what that understanding in his eyes means, to hear him bubble at her that she's not alone.

she's not ready to face that, though. because what if it isn't real, what if she is still alone? what if all this is a tactic to unnerve her and overpower her. who needs to break her patience if he can break her resolve?

he won't break her resolve. if that understanding and gentleness means anything, he'll have to pull away first.

until then, he'll wait with her. he'll wait for her.

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hiya! this is my fic archive sideblog!  welcome aboard!

if you’re looking for places to ~follow~ me:

@bitchfromtheseventhhell - asoiaf/hotd sideblog

@shmisolo - reylo/sw sideblog

@ellanavhenan - dragon age/gaming sideblog

@draganchitsa - main blog/other fandoms and stuff

if you’re interested in getting mailing list updates on my original fiction shit, i have a mailing list via substack! 

cheers, and happy reading/fleeing from twitter.

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Hello,I hope you're doing well. Do you make pinterest boards for your fics? Eould love to see them if you have any. 💛💛

hi! i don't really. i used to use pinterest more to hunt for grapic manip fodder than for Fic Vibes.

when i use pinterest now, it's much more for novel vibes than for any fic vibes in particular. i'm a bit hesitant to share links of that out at present, tho what with the whole ~real name~ and everything attached to that account.

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How did you discover fanfiction?

my cousin introduced me to it when i was in middle school!

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Hello! Do you ever make playlists for your stories/fanfictions? If yes, could you share them xoxo

I've made a few over the years! Not too many, but some just had vibes that needed to be caught.

I made this one for a Bran fic I wrote back in the day

This is one for Hanging by a Moment

And this one for Cupcake Wars

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what are some of your all time favourite reylo fanfics, that you would recommend

Honestly, it's been a few years since I've read any Reylo, so a lot of them are just sort of swirling together. You can check out the fic tag on @shmisolo which has both my and others' fics, or you can always hit up the @reylofanfictionanthology, which has a whole host of amazing fics in their ao3 collections!

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Where do you get inspiration from?

I don't know that I have any one place that I get inspiration from. Sometimes it's just walking down the street and seeing something I wasn't thinking about before, sometimes it's reading something that makes me think in a different way. I just try to keep my mind open to things that make me want to explore the world around me differently than I had before.

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your writing makes my bad days better ❤️

Ahh thank you Anon! I really appreciate your kind words. I hope your bad days are few and far between!

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hey hi hello i love your GoT fic so so much you are an incredible writer and i am so grateful that you decided to share your talent w us internet people

also did i hallucinate a fic you wrote wherein arya is the guardian of a wolf road and gendry is basically little red riding hood

Hi there! Thanks so much. It means a lot 💜

Off the top of my head, I don’t remember writing a fic like this but also it’s been a few years and I have written a metric fuckton of ficlets so it is possible I did! It does sure sound like something I might have done at some point. If you aren’t finding it somewhere in the “arya x gendry” tag on this blog, I likely didn’t write one because I was careful to reblog all the things I wrote back here. If it’s not here, if I saw it I would probably have reblogged it over to the “arya x gendry” tag either on @bitchfromtheseventhhell or if it was a real long time ago over on @kittenbalerion.

I feel like I remember some Little Red Riding Hood art from @sabotensan at some point? But that’s not necessarily what you were looking for, it’s just immediately where my mind went with this question.

Thanks again for your kind words and good luck looking!

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It wasn’t the first time that Cullen had built something, but it was the first time he’d built something of his own. The Inquisition had been shared with Cassandra, Leliana, Josephine, and of course Inquisitor Lavellan. His quiet houses, his healing homes—those were his and his alone. They weren’t the Templars, or the Circles, or the Chantry—those ancient institutions that had so dominated his youth. They were a softer place, a sweeter place, a place where someone who’d given themself to lyrium and duty far too young could learn to be who they were.

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In which Cullen builds a new life for himself and his Pup, and learns to leave his shame behind.

Read a soft epilogue, my love on AO3!

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falling down the stairs of your smile

Solas knows he shouldn't want her—that she is a distraction, albeit a beautiful one. But an overheard conversation won't leave his head and everyone's starting to notice.

read on ao3