I write fantasy stories about men who love each other (or at least have a good time). I love a good royal trope and imaging their worlds, sometimes cozy fantasy, sometimes tense, but love and attraction that perseveres no matter the circumstance. If you like the same, why not pack your bags for the road and join me in my storytelling journey? she/her/hershttps://audrey-ellerman.carrd.co/
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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god
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When you accidentally say the q word (quest) and your knight starts gently clanking from their happy wiggles like now you've done it, you have to send them into the dragon's lair or their helmet ploom will droop and they'll start waxing sad poetic in the moonlight
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I'm planning to make a series of three illustrations, inspired by classical art. They will also have some fancy medieval borders. I hope I will have energy and time to pull this off.
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You don’t realize how good you have it til you lose institutional JSTOR access
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look, it's easy, okay? High Fantasy has An Hero whose Destiny is Sword, and Low Fantasy has Some Schmoe whose Job is Sword.
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my least favourite turn based strategy game is email
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I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like
"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"
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“Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.”
- Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
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« If you have to ask yourself where you will find the time to read, it means the desire isn’t there. Because no one has the time to read. Children don’t, teenagers don’t, adults don’t. Life is a perpetual obstacle to reading.
“Reading, I’d love to, but what with my job, the kids, the housework, I don’t have the time.” “You have so much time to read—I envy you!”
How is it that Ms X, who works, runs errands, raises kids, drives her car, loves three men, goes to her dentist appointment, is moving next week—how is it that she finds the time to read […]?
Time spent reading is always time stolen. Like time spent writing, for that matter, or time spent loving. Stolen from what? Let’s say, from the duty of living. Which is probably why the subway—this stinking symbol of the duty of living—is the world’s largest reading room.
Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime.
If we were to consider love from the point of view of our schedule, who would bother? Who among us has time to fall in love? Yet have you ever seen someone in love not take the time to love? I’ve never had the time to read. Yet nothing has ever stopped me from finishing a novel I loved.
Reading doesn’t belong to the societal organisation of time. Like love, it is a way of being. The issue is not whether or not I have the time to read (no one will ever give me that time) but whether or not I will gift myself the happiness of being a reader. »
— Daniel Pennac, Better Than Life
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"Fealty," a follow-up to this illustration: 👀
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