So, after the survey (which is still going on so feel free to put in your two cents!), I’ve found a few changes we can make.

Planned changes/ideas:

  1. Make a main post for each story, that way people are free to reblog it and get the word out if they want, and have a place to reference all the sites the stories post on.
  2. Create a page for information about the writers/betas that help with all the stories.
  3. I’m considering some kind of gallery page for the commission pictures, since everyone seems to want this more than how it’s currently organized. I’ll look into imgur, does anyone else have any other recommendations? (NOT photobucket, I’m never going back to them).
  4. Sneak peeks for the stories will happen if A) People guess a future part of the stories and B) they get the name of a story from the acronym. We can’t do more than this without giving up the stories completely.
  5. Acronyms left to guess: #aol, #sb, #bftp and #san
  6. No guarantees that these are only in known AUs 😉
  7. Add the ko-fi link to the header, how do I keep forgetting to do this ;;>>
  8. Figure out a way to show off the former winners of the Brothers Apart yearly contests.
  9. Calendar?
  10. Can’t do much about headcanons, since when we make headcanons we write them into the story as canon (RIP Sherlock’s phone), but you readers certainly can! Send in all your headcanons. Trust me, if we like them enough they might end up written out in a story.

Bowman Lost Excerpt

neonthewrite:

A noise that didn’t fit in with the rest of the forest sounds reached him, and Bowman sucked in a breath. His ears pricked to the sound of something walking through the foliage, something with enough mass to push aside many of the low bushes that grew throughout the woods.

He thought of deer, gentle, enormous creatures that hopped through the forest on light steps on occasion. They migrated near the village sometimes, but often not for long. A deer wouldn’t be an issue.

Then, he thought a wolf. Not as common as the deer, the hulking canines were still a much fiercer predator than their cousin the fox. Wolves walked on enormous paws and bared teeth the length of a sprite’s arm. Not many sprites could boast the bravery to face one. Bowman only knew of one, and it wasn’t him.

Bowman Lost Excerpt

neonthewrite:

Deep in the woods, past the designated campgrounds, the forest was serene, all but glowing with verdant life. Birds sang to each other and fluttered their wings in mock chases. Squirrels, fat from campers always feeding them, spiraled around rough trunks of oak trees or curled up in the smooth branches of birch. Ferns and foliage carpeted the ground, broken up by narrow deer trails that meandered like arteries in the greater living thing that the forest truly was. Golden sunshine lit up motes of pollen floating lazily in the air.

Among the peaceful scene, grunts of pain and discomfort barely broke into the tranquil sound. A voice smaller than the chatters of a squirrel muttered something, and then huffed in frustration. Its source hung from a tree branch, suspended in a net of thin, earthy-colored ropes.