Hello! How Many Chapters Have You Planned For Tmttw?

hello! how many chapters have you planned for tmttw?

Oh lord. This answer changes all the time. Around 70 in total, maybe?

Thanks for the ask, anon! Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out soon! I feel so bad that it's taken me so long 😭

Can you please give us a sneak peak of the next chapter 🥹

You sent this way back in January (oh my god it's been so long since I've updated) and I finally feel like I have a substantial bit that isn't likely to be scrapped or rewritten entirely. Enjoy!

A golden dragon dipped low, buffeting wind over the crowd with a flap of its wings. The crowd clapped and cheered, and even Tommen could not help a smile. 

The trio had taken to the skies even before Tommen left to walk the shoreline. Alysanne said the more they flew, the stronger the dragons would grow and the further they could fly. Or so she thought, anyway.

Briefly, Tommen wondered if Alysanne, Aegon, and Jon were as disappointed as he that Lord Rykker had capitulated so swiftly. Surely, they must have been curious to know how much destruction even a small dragon could reap, curious to know what it was to face an army from dragonback.

Passively, Tommen knew he ought not wish to see such things. Yet a part of him cursed Lord Rykkers good sense. Tommen did not think he could be blamed for feeling so, for wishing for a song of his own. Not when he’d been raised on grand tales of his father’s rebellion, like the songs of the harrowing Battle of the Bells, the terrible Siege of Storm's End. Duskendale had been his last chance to see any such battle. 

That was not entirely true, of course. He could still wet his blade when Aegon took King’s Landing. As he watched the dragons, he allowed himself to imagine it - riding atop a courser, sword in hand, cutting down faceless, shadowed men who stood in his way. The men would not be mere shadows, he swiftly reminded himself. They would wear the red and gold of his mother’s house, the black and gold of his once-father’s, perhaps even Joffrey would don armor and ride amongst his men. 

The thought of meeting Joffrey, sword in hand, did not horrify him as he knew it ought. But there was a certain thrill that came with imagining his face as Tommen forced him to his knees, the sputtered anger, mottled red and purple flush; Tommen knew that look well. 

i once saw this post that was like "fuck dany she's literally soooo selfish and self centered for thinking the comet was about her" ser this is literally the self-projection comet. what else is she supposed to do

Final revisions it's finally happening!!

Chat we are COOKING

IDGAF if the women in my fiction are empowering or aspirational, I'm an adult, I don't need role models, I want the women in my fiction to be interesting, and if that involves being pathetic, hypocritical, amoral, or trapped in a delightfully dysfunctional relationship so be it

Yet another peace offering, for saying the chapter would be posted and then not posting (like 5 times, lol)

Chapter is posted!!!!

i’m alive, i promise! sorry i keep not updating. please take this picture of my cat as a peace offering ❤️