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Jax Wolff Writes
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Queer fantasy writer smashing words together.
Any pronoun | Ace of Hearts

Current project: The Nameless Song, hopepunk fantasy/romance with dragons (and bee people). Draft 6 in progress.

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Jax Wolff Writes @jaxwolffwrites.bsky.social · 16d
All Mick wanted was to keep his best friend Eleanor safe on their first adventure. But when fate binds him to a dead god and transforms him into a dragon, Mick's forced to rise from sidekick to king before a divine war wipes out the people he's been chosen to protect.
#Hopepit #hopepunk #WIP #NA #F
Three-panel moodboard consisting of three pieces by Alphonse Mucha. Left: Emerald. A serpent snarls at the viewer from amidst green lilies. Center: The Moon. A woman wearing nothing but a navy blanket covered in stars stands against a backdrop consisting of the night sky and a crescent moon. She covers her smile with one hand. This image is noticeably lower in quality than its neighboring panels. Right: Salon des Cent. A woman conceals her mouth with a hand, her index finger curled down. She's glaring intensely at the viewer. A golden filigree lines the bottom and frames the sides, partially covering the left and right panels.
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I wrote a lot by hand over the weekend, so transcribing, followed by marching forward into chapter 18 (and maybe 19). Also: Flagging earlier chapters for cutting, just for fun.

Personally: Kitchen experiments and maybe a day in the city, showing Beenjamin ~art~. #queerwriters
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November 24, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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Holiday markets are in full swing in NYC! Braved the crowds to window shop in preparation for gift buying. Managed to find a pocket of space to show Beenjamin the festivities.
Beenjamin (a plush bee) poses in front of a decorated Christmas tree.
November 23, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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There has been at least one extensive study regarding whether or not bumblebees engage in play, and the answer is yes. Especially with balls.

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November 21, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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November 21, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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#WIPSnips "Direction" also pops up quite frequently in this draft, but I'm going with a vibe/using "east" here instead because BEE PEOPLE WAGGLE DANCE.

(Yes, this is a snip I've shared very recently in my WIP's tag. But BEE PEOPLE WAGGLE DANCE.)
Mick sighed, then turned on his heel and started back for the throne room . . . . . . just as a zizzun in a dress and babushka zipped over his head and into the room first. As Mick jogged to the door, he watched the newcomer drop an armload of space crystals in front of a group of waiting zizzun. Then, she began to dance. Angling herself to the east, she shook herself and took two large steps forward, before looping back and repeating the maneuver. Three times, she looped and vibrated in a figure eight, while her compatriots picked up the crystals and examined them. That is, until a dragon came over and plucked her off the floor by her collar.
November 21, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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November 21, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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I realize now that there's no decent way to show this, because if zizzun use their stingers the way bees do, that means their tails go between their legs. Still, this is a rough sketch of what gave Mick a warning stab (minus the wings):
Pencil sketch of a zizzun (bee person) in a dress, babushka, and boots. She's holding her hands tight against her chest, and her knees are up, as her tail is pointed upwards with a very long stinger exposed.
November 20, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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"Special" pops up a number of times in this draft, but honestly, I just wanted to share a vibe. So for today, have a bit about why Mick and Eleanor are special to each other:

#WIPSnips #NamelessSong
Mischief was something Lady Eleanor de Lepaute, youngest daughter to the wealthiest family in Southwind and the actual ruling gentry of the Southern Reach, was known for. That and rebellion against her father, which is why no one seemed to question her when she roamed about her father’s seat of governance without a chaperone. Or, for that matter, why she chose a commoner—a man, no less—to be her closest confidant. Not that Mick minded that last part. See, he would do anything for Eleanor. Perhaps not court her, least of all because he wasn’t sure if he was interested in everything that courtship entailed, and anyway, he knew his place in society and hers all too well. But if Eleanor asked him to jump, he would ask her how high and which bridge. Anything to put that sly smile onto her face.
November 20, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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A lot of politics happened in last night's writing session, but tbh, I think my favorite bit was the part where the adorable four-foot-tall bee that communicates mostly in dancing showed Mick why the dragons are letting the bees do whatever.

(Remind me to doodle this.)

#NaNoWriMo #NamelessSong
“Okay,” he announced, “I know you’re all angry, and I intend on addressing all of your concerns, but we’re not going to treat the ziz—” Something sharp jabbed itself past his ribs, narrowly missing stabbing any part of his flesh. Peering down, Mick saw the zizzun’s tail curled tight, and against his side rested a long stinger—black and crystalline, the size of his forearm, jutting from the tip of the zizzun’s tail to just past his armpit. Suddenly, his head swam, and he looked to Eleanor for help.
November 20, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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November 20, 2025 at 1:31 AM
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Beenjamin is very excited that the beeple are now in the dragon book, clearly. Want a preview? Just looking for somebody to cowrite with?

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Beenjamin (a plush bee) is attempting to grasp a purple and blue dragon egg that's sitting on a black table. In the background is a keyboard and a computer screen, the latter of which is open to an instance of Scrivener.
November 19, 2025 at 7:40 PM
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November 19, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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I feel like it's important to let you all know that the bee people do, in fact, perform waggle dances to let each other know where resources are.

And it's as cute as it sounds.

#NaNoWriMo #NamelessSong
Mick sighed, then turned on his heel and started back for the throne room . . . . . . just as a zizzun in a dress and babushka zipped over his head and into the room first. As Mick jogged to the door, he watched the newcomer drop an armload of space crystals in front of a group of waiting zizzun. Then, she began to dance. Angling herself to the east, she shook herself and took two large steps forward, before looping back and repeating the maneuver. Three times, she looped and vibrated in a figure eight, while her compatriots picked up the crystals and examined them. That is, until a dragon came over and plucked her off the floor by her collar.
November 19, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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#WIPSnips The Dead God gives Mick a vision that explains why the dragon refugees he was expecting never showed up.

Namely, the chosen one of the goddess of night *had*. In the form of a giant wolf. With armed guards assisting.

(CW for violence, blood, and character death.)
The elves before him exploded into action. One turned to run, only to be met with a rain of bullets to the back. Another swooped low and scooped the air with hands glowing the color of honey, and the earth beneath the Queens’ Guardsmen right in front of him cracked and tore apart until vines erupted beneath him and tore him apart with a blink. The third swooped back and enveloped themself in violet light. Their feet left the earth— But the wolf leapt next, jaws closing hard around the half-formed dragon. Mick only heard the squelch before all went black.
November 19, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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Quick dialogue sketch of the scene I'm about to write as a warm-up.

Context: Mick woke up less than an hour ago with the worst hangover he's ever had and yet another new body, and now he's navigating politics with a city full of dragons and a swarm of bee people.

#NaNoWriMo #NamelessSong
[As the dragons threaten to tear down the comb, the princess cell included, Mick leans towards Eleanor and whispers:] Mick: “Eleanor, what’s it mean when the zizzun smell like . . . ?” Eleanor: “Bananas?” [Mick nods quickly.] Eleanor: “They’re angry.” Mick: “Ah.” [straightens; with the tone of someone who knows his entire afternoon is going to be a joy:] “Great.”
November 19, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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Sooooo I'd sketched out the new outline, and TNS has 32 chapters. 31 once we revise the first couple of chapters.

The draft, meanwhile, is at 73.6k at chapter 16. 🫠 The bees are introduced properly in chapter 15.
November 18, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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Long thread about relationships and whatnot, because it's been a hot moment since we've had these personal spells, yeah?
November 17, 2025 at 12:31 AM
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Me: "I'm a little worried Eleanor's personality isn't coming through enough in this draft."

Eleanor: [Tazes Albert by punching him in the stomach while electrifying her fist with magic]

Me: "Oh, never mind, there she is."
November 16, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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#WIPSnips In an underground temple flooded with the corpses of monsters, the Dead God gives Mick one really good reason to agree to be his chosen one.

Namely, that Eleanor's about two seconds from dying if he doesn't.
Cracks laced across the ceiling. Not the ceiling of the temple, as that was already destroyed, but rather the ceiling of the cavern. Every crystal that had been up there had exploded, leaving craters across the cavern’s walls like holes in lace, and where there weren’t craters, there was loose rock, just a nudge away from falling into the city. There would be a cave-in. Soon, no less. The Dead God shifted Mick’s attention downward, to the edge of the temple, and there was Eleanor. She was screaming Mick’s name, but Mick couldn’t hear her. He watched as she dodged falling rocks and bobbed along the edge of the temple, looking for a way in. What was she doing? She had to run! “Would you abandon her if the roles were reversed?” the Dead God asked.
November 16, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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The betas seemed to really like Eleanor, but this was before I removed her POV (and also introduced the bee people).

Still, nerdy magi-science gremlin elf with no filter, a flair for dramatics, and The Bisexuality? I could see why they liked her. :V
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November 16, 2025 at 3:38 AM
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Sooooo I woke up at 1 pm, ran a couple of errands, got lunch at a cafe (where writing happened dw), came home, and slept for another three hours.

I'm guessing my sleep cycle needs to be fixed, but I'm not sure. :V
November 16, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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The deeper I get into this draft, the more I realize Mick's character arc is about impostor syndrome and holding ourselves back despite our actual competence, and it's ironic but also not surprising that I am suffering with impostor syndrome rn.
November 15, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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NaNo update: THE BEES HAVE ARRIVED. 🐝🐝🐝

I wasn't sure if I'd get anything done today, ngl, because I've been feeling super off all day. Still, nudged myself at least to Yarrow's introduction, just so I don't have to make up *more* tomorrow.

On tabs for tomorrow: Oops, all action. :V

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November 15, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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#WIPSnips Early chapter fun: Eleanor wants banter, and Mick wants to ignore the problems that he should probably seek therapy for because everything is FINE.
She softened and pulled her gaze to the tracks in the distance. The train had disappeared into the borders of Faelenvale by that point, and the only thing worth looking at now was the row of telegraph lines sticking up like a fence across the horizon. Eleanor frowned at these. “Mm, worrywart as ever,” Eleanor sighed. “One of these days, I’ll get you to relax.” Mick smirked as he beheaded another sunflower. “Another one you’ll train out of me. How many bad habits are we up to? Thirty-four?” “Thirty-seven.” She turned that frown onto him. “You’re not a hopeless case yet, but you are quite a considerable work-in-progress.” She didn’t know why he worried or why he lied just now, he kept telling himself. She didn’t know about the underground current of wanting so badly to be enough for her but knowing, ultimately, that he wasn’t. She didn’t know that the worry was a resignation, an understanding that the best he could do was protect her and make her happy for the time being. All she could feel was the constant buzz of nervousness, intermingled with the fact that he was absolutely trying to play things off as if everything was fine when it wasn’t. He cut off another sunflower’s head and forced himself to smile.
November 15, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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