#i might just start dumping wips on you to get them out of my head

[slutt4lovee]

i have 5 WIPs, 6 if you can't the next part to tease that i never finished. 7 if you count the tease rewrite i also never finished. 9(?) if you count the stranger things fics i never finished. 10 if you count the bg3 fic i fully planned and never started. and 13 if you count the 3 individual hp fics i planned, started, and abandoned bc i am a perfectionist at heart and my entire life fell apart so my writing wasn't as good as i wanted it to be.

(not to mention the 4? notes tabs full with elaborately detailed plans for future writes)

#bugtalks #update #there is too much going on in my brain #one of the wips i've rewritten like 6(?) times because #I CANT GET IT RIGHT #its driving me insane #i might just start dumping wips on you to get them out of my head #im serious #i cant think with all these ideas

[fiveht]

Proof of life (Adore pt 3)

Hello my sweet angel babies ♥️

I'm not going to be able to adequately express my gratitude for the steady stream of love (and concern, sorry) I've been receiving over the past couple of months. I'm so sorry I've been AWOL, it will definitely happen again. Because see, for me, I usually have to make a choice between social and creative fandom participation. My battery is small, and takes a long time to charge.

Thank you to everyone who's left comments and asks and DMs since I've been gone. I don't think I can respond to all of it, but rest assured those messages ping my cold, dead heart every time I see them.

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I did this same thing months and months ago, when I was working on Head Over Feet, and let me be clear: posting even a single word of a WIP goes against my every instinct and principle as an author. I am someone who likes to finish an entire story before I post any of it, and on top of that, I am NOT a fast writer, so the expectations that I'm setting up here might not be advisable. But I did it before and managed to finish the thing, and I want to give you guys something in exchange for being so unbelievably awesome, so here I am again.

This will probably be the only time I mention this story in public until it's finished and posted, and inquiries about my progress are unlikely to help with the writing process, I'm just saying. I reserve the right to change every last word of this before the final draft, and I also reserve the right to fall off the face of the planet and simply never finish it, as much as I will strive to prevent that from happening. Please be patient with me.

Anyway, here is my paltry offering to say thanks for the love: the (VERY rough) first ~1300 words of the third instalment of The Adventures of Soft Daddy and Danger Twink.

Sirius secures his handheld shower head to its holder at the edge of his clawfoot tub, and steps out carefully onto the bathmat. He shivers in the cool air outside the shower curtain; it's about twenty degrees below zero outside, so even if he could afford to run his ancient radiator at full blast, it probably wouldn't help much.

He dries himself off and checks his reflection in the mirror, turning his face this way and that as he tugs his hair out of the bun he'd piled it into to keep it dry during his shower. There's no need for makeup tonight, not when he's not even planning to put on clothes.

It's incrementally warmer when he steps out into the main room of his apartment. He gathers an array of splayed text books and notes from his bed and dumps them carelessly onto the couch, then closes his new laptop and places it delicately on the coffee table. It's the most expensive thing he owns, save for the Gucci backpack currently sitting in his wardrobe with a three-inch berth around it like his shoes and other bags might somehow contaminate it. It's weird owning rich-people stuff when you are still, objectively, broke as fuck.

He perches on the edge of his bed and sets his phone to charge, because his battery doesn't even last a day anymore, and he's going to need it this evening. He tucks it in next to his pillow and picks up his new toy.

The plug isn't much larger than the one he already has. A little longer, which is appealing, but no wider, so it shouldn't be a challenge to get it in comfortably. He disconnects it from its charger and hefts it in his hand, feeling the added weight from the electronics inside.

He picks up his phone, and hesitates when he sees the notification waiting for him.

Rieka: let's go out tomorrow

Rieka: the fact that we haven't been drunk since the term started is criminal

Rieka: we've had two chem labs and zero drinks

Sirius purses his lips, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. There's a fine line here, and he hasn't quite found it yet.

Me: got plans

Me: raincheck?

So complete avoidance is the best strategy, right?

Rieka: booooo 👎

He sighs, but at least she's not asking for an explanation. He opens a different conversation then, pushing all thoughts of Rieka Lupin into a tidy, sealed compartment, not to be opened during certain activities with a certain relative of hers.

Me: i'm ready

Me: are you in your office?

Daddy: Yup, I've got a few minutes

Daddy: Want me to call?

Instead of answering, Sirius hits the call button himself.

"Hey baby," Remus answers. His voice is already smooth and honey-sweet, and just from that, Sirius knows he's planning to lay it on thick tonight.

"Hi daddy," Sirius says with a smile. "Should I put it in now?"

There's a low chuckle over the line. "Are we feeling eager?"

"Always," Sirius says, laying back on his bed.

"Use the good lube I got you, it's gonna be in there a while."

He switches the call to speaker, and snags the bottle from his nightstand. "I threw out the old stuff, you've got me ruined for cheap lube."

"Only the best for that ass," Remus says, and Sirius can hear his smirk.

He gives the plug a liberal coating, running his fingers along its shape, his dick twitching just at the feel of the silky-smooth silicone, at the anticipation of what's about to happen. He spreads his legs wide, drawing one knee up to give himself easier access.

"Take it slow," Remus says, succinctly heading off Sirius' impulse to just shove the thing inside himself in one go. "Rub the tip against yourself, so you're nice and wet."

Sirius shuts his eyes as he obeys, sliding the slick end of the toy over his entrance. "Okay."

"Are you going to be a good boy for daddy tonight?"

"Uh-huh," Sirius says, teasing the very tip of the plug in and out of his hole.

"Tell me how."

"I'm not gonna touch."

"You're not gonna touch, and you're not gonna come."

"Yeah," Sirius says. His cock is starting to harden as his body tries to draw the plug inside. "Can I put it in, daddy?"

"Slow," Remus reminds him, "Slide it in nice and slow for me, baby."

Sirius catches his lip between his teeth and tries to push the plug in slowly, the way he knows Remus would do if he was here. 

The shower has left him relaxed and more than ready, and it's hard not to take advantage, just press the toy in to its limit because he can. But he's working on his patience -- under Remus' careful tutelage -- so he shuts his eyes and tries to savour it, the tease of the plug's rubber tip at his entrance, the slow stretch as he eases it past the slight resistance before he sighs, and his body eagerly accepts the intrusion.

"Mmmm," Sirius sighs as he settles the base of the plug flush against his entrance, shifting his hips and feeling the constant, dull pressure against his prostate.

"How's it feel?" 

"Good," Sirius says, splaying his legs out and just enjoying the pleasant fullness. It's been almost a week since Remus last fucked him, and that's just way too long. Christmas really spoiled him. He tugs the blankets up around him, because it's going to take some time before his body temperature is high enough to fight against the chill in his apartment.

"Have you tried out the settings at all?" Remus asks him, and Sirius picks up the phone, switching off speaker and holding it to his ear.

"No," he says, grinding his ass down against the bed to test the plug's reach inside him. "I thought you'd rather do the honours."

Remus hums, and Sirius hears the phone shifting in his grip. "I'm gonna turn it on, okay? Lowest setting."

"O--" Sirius stutters as the plug buzzes to life inside him, nestled snug against his prostate and sending little zings of pleasure down his legs. "Fuck that feels good. That's the lowest setting?"

"It is," Remus confirms. "Want to run through them all, see how high it goes? Or would you rather be surprised?"

"Mmmm, surprise me."

"Surprise it is," Remus says, and Sirius hears shuffling papers in the background as he prepares for his night class. Psychology 1001, Thursdays, 7-9:30PM. Two and a half hours of a lecture that Remus swears he's given so many times he could recite it in his sleep, so why not give himself something fun to focus on while he goes through the motions? 

Being privy to all of this brilliant, upstanding man's secret perversions is a privilege Sirius does not take lightly.

"You can turn it off from the app if you need to," Remus is saying, "Or you can call me and I'll switch it off. My phone's on vibrate, so I'll see it right away."

Sirius smiles to himself. "Got it," he says, though this is a rehashing of the rules that Remus had laid out when he'd brought the plug over last weekend. He'd called it a "late Christmas gift", as if he hadn't already given Sirius several thousand dollars worth of presents on Christmas morning.

There's more rustling over the line, the squeak of a chair. 

"Tell me again how you're going to be good tonight."

"I'm not gonna touch myself, and I'm not gonna come." The toy is still buzzing away inside him, making everything a little fuzzy at the edges. 

"Tell me why."

"'Cause daddy's in charge, even when he's not here."

"Good boy."

Sirius squirms with pleasure, his cock smearing a little drop of fluid on his belly as the toy hums insistently at his prostate.

"I have to head out," Remus says. "How do you feel?"

"Good," Sirius says, his abs tensing as he shifts his legs and the angle of the toy changes. "Excited."

"Me too," Remus says softly. "I'll talk to you soon, beautiful. Send me some pictures." With a low beep, the call disconnects.

#and i disappear into the night once again #turned off anon asks for the time being #sorry i love you guys i'm just awkward

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻

Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.

“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. “Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 

Tagged by my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @hoodie-buck @buddierights @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1

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#sobs quietly #please i cannot have more WIPs #also i don't know a thing about horses or their care #hippos do not know the ways of equine #this should be interesting #buddie wip #eddie really hates buck's stupid face #and the stupid sunflowers on his stupid cowboy boots #why does that idiot have to be the only vet in town? #at least he's competent #and his ass looks amazing in those jeans #and oh shit does eddie *really* hate him? #i think we all know the answer to that #hippo writes #fuck it friday #fic: sweetest of the sunflowers

[cicada-circuitry]

I'd like to hear more about "acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage" and "trapped-in-a-closet fic" 🥰

hi hi hi hello again!!! thank you so much for indulging me i am having way too much fun being given excuses to ramble about the wip pile

12. acute problems in life-ruining mentorships / lessons in the advanced physics of self-sabotage [placeholding multiple half-formed title variations on that theme] is the absolute dumping ground for every single Aleida / Margo mentorship related thought and emotion i had on second watch thru. suffers from... being a completely disconnected set of thoughts and emotions related to Aleida and Margo's mentorship i had on second watchthru haha. and from being very split in tone between some like, 'people on the outside looking in have gotten the completely objectively hilariously wrong impression about these two's relationship' bits (e.g. the multiple boyfriends who literally come in and out of Aleida's life across seasons 1-3 in direct reverse proportionality to how much she's working with Margo) and some more serious stuff (a la "You got in my head, Margo! Then never! Left! Your voice just... pushing me, telling me how to live up to you then shooting me down the second I was starting to succeed, over and over and over and—" which we'll call an excerpt of this one!)

13. trapped-in-a-closet fic is a margo/molly fic I actually really really want to finish!! the scenario is like right there at the end of S2 ok like it would actually make more sense if the reason that storage room was left open for Aleida to overhear Tracy and Gordo trying to make contact on the old comm was because that closet has a busted lock right??

honestly the only strugg with this one is trapped-in-a-closet is generally not the trope you apply on top of a situation as sad and serious as the end of s2 but listen you can get trapped in a closet for uncomfortably close-quarters grief and anger just as well as Other Things!!

start of the trapped-in-a-closet fic under the cut!

As soon as communication was reestablished with Pathfinder, Margo spotted Molly booking it out of Mission Control. 

Mid-conversation with Bill, she briefly closed her eyes. She knew where Molly was going. Three of her astronauts might be safe now, but two were still unaccounted for. She had to debrief with Ellen, but made her excuses two minutes in, and went after her. 

Sure enough, she found Molly hunched over the shelving, illuminated in outline by that staticky glow. Speaking on repeat: “Stevens? Stevens, do you read me?” 

She said it three times while Margo hovered in the doorway, working up the courage to tell her it was no use. 

When Molly’s voice broke on “Gordo? Tracy?” she stepped inside and closed the door. 

“Hey.” 

Molly’s head whipped around towards her. “Shit.” 

She held up her hands. “Didn’t mean to sneak up. I can see you’re very focused. But, Molly. You saw the timer. Even if they made it back in, the damage they’d’ve taken in almost twenty seconds of hard vacuum? In the Lunar day?” 

Molly glared at her. “I’m not giving them up for dead until someone shows me a damn body, Margo.” She leaned back towards the mic, voice harsh. “Gordo, if you’re ignoring me just to get even after I swapped out your liquor stash, so help me I’ll—” 

It was heartbreaking, how Molly’s voice cracked just then. 

#i have been Visited and Blessed by the FAM fam in the last 24 hours tysm for letting me ramble!! #margo x molly #margo and aleida #for all mankind #c-c answered asks

[whereonceiwasfire]

Landing Zone

Figured it was about time I finally did one of these, so hey, hi, hello, I'm Rees (a.k.a. WhereOnceIWasFire). You can find some general info about me, and a masterlist of fics in this post!

GENERAL

Any pronouns

I write fic (masterlist below the cut)

My brain has been chemically altered by: Danny Phantom and DBZ (though I typically keep Dragonball posts to my sideblog)

My DMs/inbox are open! Send me things, I'm friendly, I swear!

I'm always open to prompt requests (though I don't do crossovers). Feel free to leave me something in my ask box, and I'll get to it when I have a chance/if it sparks an idea!

FICS

(tags can be found on ao3)

Finished Fics:

Overshadowed - Long ass (140K) College AU, No One Knows, heavy angst, mystery w/ horror elements, mostly happy ending, but I also left it a bit open/ambiguous. I MIGHT write a sequel one day. Everything's Fine (And the Boss is Totally Not a Cryptid) - Outsider POV, intern gets hired at Vlad Co., shenanigans ensue. Oh so many Dracula references. H(a)unted - Weird, angsty little Ghost Hunter Danny AU. Separate Danny and Phantom. ALT ending. I have some ideas percolating to continue off the alternate ending. The Hazards of Being Hot High AF - Shippy Popular Psychology (Jazz/Dash) oneshot I found in my fics folder. Jazz visits Dash in the hospital after a football injury. Elementary, My Dear Fenton - Ecto-Implosion fic. A goofy comedy-mystery where Danny and the trio try to track down who left an anonymous gift in his locker. They get WAY too into it.

WIPs:

Not So Bitter Reunions - AU, canon divergence, badger cereal. The college reunion goes decidedly less off the rails than in canon, leading to some nefarious consequences. I'm just kind of vibing with this one. High School's a Beach - **AGIT SPOILERS** Dan's in high school. This one is so very unserious, but I think I've got a few more chapters left in me. Needs Must (When the Devil Drives) - Canon divergence. AU. Vlad and Harriet reconnect at the college reunion, but since Vlad's technically an evil spirit, he's adversely impacted by things like salt, windchimes, running water, etc. Bad News (Vlad/Harriet) shipfic. I just...I think they're neat. Bearer of Bad News - Post Phantom Planet (not AGIT compliant). Bad News fic because I have an illness and these two live in my head rent free. The GIW enlist Harriet's help in preventing Ghost King Danny from destroying the earth.

Drabbles/Ficlets:

DannyMay 2022 - I don't remember any of these being particularly good, but they do exist. I very much did not last the entire month. Drabble Dump from Tumblr asks - this is just what it sounds like. Though, in general, I'll probably start trying to post oneshots and/or collect the separate, individual Tumblr ask ficlets on this post now instead of just clumping them in a drabble dump on ao3. Monsters Don't Exist - horror vibes. AU. Vlad didn't peace out after the accident and he's keeping his enemies (Maddie and Jack) close. Jazz suspects their babysitter, Uncle Vlad, is more dangerous than everyone else in the family seems to think. Cheese Melt ficlet - Outsider POV. Dani has a parent-teacher interview. Cheese Melt ficlet #2 - Dani doesn't like the toy she got at Nasty Burger. Vlad gets her a new one. Badger cereal ficlet - No one knows AU. Danny works as a cashier and Vlad accidentally outs his supervillain indetity by infodumping to him when Danny makes idle customer-servicey smalltalk.

Unwritten/Unposted:

I'm not going to list out all my filenames and ideas, don't worry lol. But I do have a couple (*cough* couple hundred *cough*) ideas percolating or half written in my fics folder, so that is a thing. I want to jump on WIP Wednesday and such, but like. IDK. Feel free to ask/harass me about my unposted WIPs too, I am motivated by peer pressure.

#pinned post #intro post #fic masterlist #whereonceiwasfire

[nicosraf]

do you have advices on planning/outlining a first draft ? like, when you have some ideas, a few scenes already written, but nothing coherent yet and you don’t even know in what order things will be. i just don’t know how to make the mess in my brain into an actual story.

also if you’re still sick i wish you a quick recovery, i hope you’re okay !

I struggle a lot with this!! I never know what to put in an outline because I get paralyzed by the fear that if I took the story another direction, it would be better. So, I need to say that this is one of the biggest demons I face, but here is what I do to try and sort out my brain and the story:

First, I dump the idea and the scenes I have (if I’ve already sketched them out, I just make a note of them, so that this doc is skimmable) into a doc. Then, I open a new doc and this is gonna be the outlining one. I organize some things in my head: 1. Every story has the pitch/hook (ABM’s, for ex, is “queer fall of satan”), and sometimes I frame it as a question (“what if satan was gay and that lead to his downfall?”), 2. the primary character(s) development — I’m a more character-focused guy so I ask myself where I want to see the main character emotionally by the end of the book (to use an example from one of my WIPs — I have a character who is untouchable at the beginning, but I want him dead and crazed and disillusioned by the end), and 3. the setting.

I struggle with the first chapter always, but I remind myself that an outline can be re-done and fixed, so I come up with something that would hook me personally (I try to put myself in the readers shoes), and then with the idea of this character, I start following the thread of the hook/pitch. For example, my WIP untouchable main character; I begin with him at the top of the world, then I make something happen that makes him step into the hook, and then I “action-consequence” walk with the protagonist up a mountain of mounting problems. I take cues from the dump of ideas I had, and I also brainstorm as I outline. If I saw I’m walking with my character toward a mountain, then I think a good idea could be to have him get lost (see how setting is important too!). I think knowing what character relationships you want to push also helps you decide to “walk” your character toward situations that will develop their feelings toward certain people.

It helps to have an idea of your final word count to gauge how many scenes in the entire draft you’re going to want to have. If you find yourself having walked with your character 5000 chapters, then maybe stop and look at what events in the draft are the least interesting to cut them entirely.

Another thing – sometimes you have a good idea where the scenes you’ve sketched out should be in the story. I usually come up with climax scenes first, so use your scene ideas for guidance. Play around with them — maybe you have this big fight scene in your head that would fit a climax but maybe consider putting it toward the front.

Lastly, remember that you can rewrite an outline as many times as you want; the first might be terrible but it’ll help you try and figure out a story for the scenes and idea in your head. I hope this is helpful!!! Im definitely not an expert!! I hope you find whats best for you and good luck with writing ! (And thank you for the well wishes :’) <3 )

#mine #ask #writing #once again i hope im coherent

[sotwk]

Hi, I've been following you for awhile now but I'm very internet-shy (if that's a thing) so I've nerver said anything, hence the anon. I wanted to commend you for your writings and headcanons, which I've been enjoying so so so much.

I've always believed that Thranduil had multiple children but I was always indecisive on the number, you helped me settle on five, and many of your characterisations fit perfectly in my own personal headcanons. Moreover even those that I do not agree with have helped me develop my own, so again thank you.

Now on the question: have you ever had so many ideas that you end up creating multiple version of your own AU or, worse, fanfictions of your fanfiction? I write a lot and I'm always expanding on my writings (but never publish, again internet-shy) and I always get so many new inspirations that I always create AUs of my AU so I never finish anything, how do you solve this problem?

Oh my friend, you being so kind is exactly the reason why I would probably never turn off Anon Asks, even though I'm quite sensitive to hate and dread the thought of eventually getting my first hate Anon. (Fingers crossed my lucky streak holds out!)

Thank you so much for reaching out to tell me all this, even though you're "internet-shy"! 🥰 I am so, so glad you enjoy my headcanons enough to let them inspire your own! That is fantastic, and I hope you are able to create tons of content for you to enjoy (and for other fans, if you ever decide to share them)!

As for your question: Hoo-boy, like most of our fellow writers, I am plagued with "too many ideas, too little brain space and even less time to write them down"! That being said, the kind of brain I have is also quite determined to keep my creative mess (somewhat) organized, so I DO fight to wrestle my SotWK AU ideas down and create structure for my fics to stand on.

Yes, I do occasionally get the urge to deviate from my own headcanons and experiment with other scenarios. I think more writers operate with unlimited AUs in their heads, actually. (From what I've read of others' works, at least.) But my personal goal is to create a single consistent, unified "SotWK AU" that encompasses not just Thranduil/Mirkwood's history, but ties into the untouched/extended stories of other canon realms/races/characters as well (including a lot of "Everyone Lives")! So I do try to stay disciplined and stick to my headcanon "facts" once I've nailed them down.

If that's something you also want to try to accomplish, here are Five Things I personally do that might be helpful:

Keep a Master Timeline. This was the first thing I did when I decided to take the SotWK concept all the way. I copy-pasted the entire Middle-earth timeline from Tolkien Gateway into a document, and started to plug in all the headcanon events from my AU into it. That's why nearly every fic I write has a specified date and year!

Keep a Glossary of Your Originals. This can be as messy a dumping ground as you want! Just try to keep all your notes about every single character, place, object, or term you create in one document/file folder so you can easily track and reference them.

Indulge "rogue AUs" in fic "shorts" or drabbles. I accept requests for Reader inserts and this area is where I allow myself to "go wild" with my "out of bounds" ideas. Here, I will allow myself to write stuff like Modern AUs, or have Thranduil be with someone other than my OC Elvenqueen, or have my Thranduilion princes love whomsoever they want, changing the love interest up each time! It doesn't matter, since these stories are all considered "outside" of the SotWK canon, and don't affect the overall "official" story arc. (Note: I haven't actually posted/completed any of these yet, but I have multiple WIPs of such stories.)

Chop Long Stories Up into Smaller Bits. I have a terrible inability to stay focused on a single story/project (don't we all), and for this reason, I avoid long, multi-chapter fics whenever I can. Instead, I will (or plan to) write individual key events as stand-alone one-shots and later group them into collections. This is how I plan on tackling Thranduil and Maereth's 2,000-year long courtship, for example. It reduces the stress of doing things in a linear fashion, or updating with "new chapters".

Don't Smother Your Creativity. You can try to "rein it in", and keep things under control so you can create a cohesive saga that your readers can follow. But ultimately, run with all and whatever ideas make you happy and inspired! Believe me, I'm the one of the most stressed out (self-inflicted) writers out there, but we gotta remember the primary goal of fanfic is FUN, right? <3 Just write The Thing and don't worry about it, especially if publishing/sharing isn't your main goal anyway.

I hope some of this helps you! I can already tell you are a wonderful writer, and I wish you all the best with your fics!

#sotwk answers #kind asks #anon asks #kind anons #writing stuff #writer things #writer problems #writing advice #writing tips

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

Weekend WIP - Ask Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

I was tagged by @bitbybitwrites. thank you for tagging me!! I don't post fics until they are complete, so unless I've mentioned the story on my blog, some of these answers are not going to make sense to anyone but me, LOL. also, I try to only work on one WIP at a time, but I do have a few partially started/outlined stories sitting in my drafts folder on my hard drive, and I guess they are technically WIPs even if I'm not actively working on them, so here goes nothing...

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1. WIP List:

Andy Hummel's Last Will And Testament

Breaking Stereotypes

I Taste The Truth

You And Me And The Beat

The Escape Plan

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?:

Breaking Stereotypes is currently just over 55k words, so definitely that one ;)

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?:

Probably Breaking Stereotypes?

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?:

Currently, I'm only focusing on Breaking Stereotypes, and I'm really looking forward to finishing it and getting it published.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?:

I Taste The Truth is a pretty intimidating story to write. Which probably explains why I haven't even looked at in a few years. why? because it involves a lot of world building since Kurt is part-Fae in that fic, and I want to make sure I can explain things properly without info-dumping, but also make sure that I'm not leaving out important info that lives in my head but a reader might need extra context for.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?:

again, I Taste The Truth. for all the same reasons that I explained above.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?:

none of them? I've only ever had a beta read a fic if the story was written for a challenge where a beta was a requirement of the challenge.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?:

all of them!! that's why their WIPs, LOL. Breaking Stereotypes was fic I started in 2017. I think I put it on official hiatus in 2019, and have only really done minor edits here-and-there until this year when I finally figured out what direction to take the story.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?"

as of right now, Breaking Stereotypes is the only story with an OC. Her name is Candice. She is the manager of Blaine's band as well as Trent's girlfriend (Trent is bi in my fic). She's a smart and snarky, and she takes her job very seriously.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?:

I don't have a lot written for it yet, but my guess is that You And Me And The Beat will be the sexiest ;)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?:

I honestly don't know. Andy Hummel's Last Will And Testament, maybe?

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?:

all of them? again, I don't know. I think my characterization is about equal across all my stories? I could be wrong though.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?:

You And Me And The Beat? maybe?

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?:

Definitely Breaking Stereotypes.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?:

I don't put expectations on my fics. not the way this question implies anyway. the only expectations I have are things like "I expect this to have 20 chapters" or "I expect this to be around 20k words" or "I expect to complete this story by next week". I don't expect anything else from them. I really am that annoying person that writes stories strictly for my own enjoyment because these stories are in my head and I want to get them on paper so I can read them. even though I complain about it, the creative process of bringing these stories to life is the best part of writing fic. I just share the completed stories with the fandom for fun, because I figure there might be other people out there that will enjoy it as much as me. if not, no worries. it made me happy, and that's all that matters.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?:

daydream? yes. I think about all of them often. usually just the one that is my main focus of the moment, but sometimes one of the others likes to remind me it still exists, and tries to command my attention ;) however, I don't usually have dreams about my WIPs. (I have occasionally gotten an idea for a story/WIP because of a dream though)

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?:

I Taste The Truth has that element of including Fae attributes and otherworldly components, which makes it different from my other WIP stories.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?:

The Escape Plan is a fun and silly fic.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?:

nope. sorry.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.:

I honestly can't remember what I have or have not shared about each of these fics, so I don't know what you don't know. but if you have questions you can always feel free to send me an ask! I love talking about my fics with people.

#i was tagged #writer ask meme #kiwi's writing #long post

[brasideios]

WIP Wednesday

Hey everyone!

So, I'd intended to do Snippet Sunday, but my awareness of days of the week is, as usual, up the wazza; so, I'm late and doing an out of kilter Wednesday instead. How very me, lol.

I actually have something brand new to share because (excitingly) I've finally got back into working daily on a new long (original) fic 🙌 It's taken me so long to find my inspiration again; what a time.

Anyway, I'm calling this project Floralia for now, probably a working title. It's centred on Titus Lartius, and his son Quintus who I introduced and shared a snippet about already here, but the story begins much earlier, before Titus is even married. I've started working at the start, writing and reworking the opening scenes over n over as I get some key characters and relationships established as cleanly as possible. I think I'm just about there (at least for now, lol).

If you are kind enough to indulge me and read this snippet, I really would like to know if you find there are too many names and details straight outta the gate - it's always a balancing act when you don't want to include exposition dumps.

But otherwise, welcome to the life of Titus Lartius, I guess :)

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Titus Lartius was standing on the street-verge across from the house of his oldest friend, Marcus Vibius, with the cold of the early winter air sharp against his skin, redolent with the scent of pines. Welcoming warmth and light were spilling from the open double doors on the other side of the road. The sound of voices and laughter tickled his ears, tempting him to hasten forward; but still, he hesitated. He’d stood in this exact spot five years earlier – pausing beside the fast-trickling cistern with the lion head - but back then, it’d been his going away party he was supposed to be attending. He had the uncanny sensation that time had somehow collapsed in on itself. Surely he’d only left a few months before? Surely the memories of everything that’d happened in Illyria were a dream… or a nightmare. He took a deep breath, consciously releasing the tension from his shoulders, reminding himself he was home; reminding himself that he was safe here; and then he went in.

The house embraced him in its hazy fug of yellow, flickering light. With a quick assessing glance, he saw that the guests were, for the most part, on the other side of sobriety, and he could easily imagine the proceedings of the evening up until that moment. They’d have eaten one of Marcus’ famously good dinners, served with copious amounts of mixed wine, and then dispersed throughout the atrium and tablinum, spilling out even into the garden, the wine fortifying them against the cold. Marcus, a man the same age as Titus himself but taller and lighter in his colouring, spotted him. His face split into a happy smile, and he hastened to him. ‘Titus! You’re here!’ He embraced him warmly, making Titus chuckle, any last shred of worry evaporating. ‘Good to see you too, my friend.’ Marcus released him, and stepping back, chided him lightly, ‘I didn’t think you were coming – you’re very late. Aulus came before dinner.’ He gestured across the atrium to where Titus’ younger brother, black-haired, bearded and unsmiling, was chatting with a couple of older men – perhaps in their forties or fifties. Titus said dryly, ‘Sincerely, I apologise for my lateness. My mother wished me to meet all of her cronies and they all wished to take it turns to pinch my cheek – you’d have thought I’d just come back from offering my first beard to Juventus, rather than the provinces. I can’t say I blame Aulus for avoiding such a spectacle.’ He laughed. ‘Elena was always wonderful at fussing over you both.’ Titus snorted. ‘Mother will never accept that we’ve grown up.’ He looked at Marcus archly and added, ‘Though maybe, when I get as many greys as you’ve got now, she might get there.’ He laughed heartily. ‘You think five years has been any kinder to you?’ He gestured at Titus’ longer-than-usual curls and said, ‘These aren’t the colour they used to be, in case you haven’t looked in a mirror lately. Come – let’s get you some wine.’

They settled onto a dining couch beside one another. A servant brought them wine, and it was then that Aulus saw Titus and raised a hand, though he made no attempt to come over to where they sat. ‘Who’s that with my brother?’ Titus asked. ‘The man on the left is Flaminia’s uncle, Flaminius Deuter.’ Flaminia was Marcus’ wife. ‘He’s here visiting for a few days with my favourite person, cousin Lucius. I’ll introduce you later - you’ll love him.’ He said this with an expression that said quite the contrary. He continued on, ‘With Flaminius is Naevius – Lollius Naevius. He came out of nowhere, but most people reckon he’s the richest man in Lavinium.’ He added dryly, ‘Though you know how folks like to say such things with no evidence to speak of. He fancies himself a patron of sportsmen, and a philosopher besides.’ ‘He’s Aulus’ patron?’ Marcus shrugged a little. ‘I’m not sure. Aulus hasn’t talked to me about it. I see them together often though, so perhaps.’ ‘Mother told me in her letters he’s been going from strength to strength in all the competitions.’ In a jocular way, he rubbed his hands. ‘He sure can fling a discus like no man I’ve ever seen, despite being skinnier than any of the other competitors – a great advantage.’ Titus looked at him archly. ‘And you make a lot of money from his performances, I suppose.’ He grinned. ‘I may’ve won a wager or two made with the unwary; but so has Aulus. He bets on himself, you know, and has made quite a neat sum that way, believe me.’ Titus shook his head, though he felt a spike of affection towards his little brother. ‘He always did have a high opinion of himself.’

#original fiction #octituslartius #ocmarcusvibius #ocauluslartius #ancient rome #jpdoingwords #working title: floralia

[madas-ahatters-world]

Thanks to @bitbybitwrites for tagging me! Haven't done much blogging in the last few months. It’s been a while since I posted anything of what I’ve been writing just because it’s still very much a slow WIP. But, I’m still chugging away.

Here’s a part of my story that I wrote a few months ago when I needed to get the conversation between these two characters out of my head. When I actually get to this chapter, I might tweak it a little bit, but for the most part, this is how some of it will go (sorry…it’s more than 6 sentences! 😬) 

“So, California,” Burt said pulling them out of their somber conversation, “it suits you.”  Blaine smiled widely. “I love it here. The sun. The ocean air. It definitely helps keep the ghosts at bay.” “But, are you happy?” Burt asked. Blaine didn’t hesitate. “I am. I’m very happy here. I have no regrets of moving out here," he spoke truthfully. “After graduation I couldn’t stay in Lima. And after what happened between Kurt and I, New York was no longer an option for me. I mean, yeah, sure, New York would’ve been big enough for the both of us. But...my heart just wasn’t it anymore." Blaine shrugged. "I needed something different. Believe it or not, California wasn't even on my radar when I got here. My intention was only to visit and hang out with Cooper for the summer. But, when I arrived, I don't know. Everything just kind of felt right, I didn't want to leave. I started looking into colleges in the area and the different music programs they offered. Found the Los Angeles College of Music was right up my alley. So, after talking to Cooper, I took a leap of faith, which I was seriously lacking back then, and I enrolled in school for the fall semester. I was so down in the dumps, I felt like I had nothing to lose, but I'm glad I did. And it didn't hurt that Cooper was here, so, I wasn't alone." "I ended up getting a job at the record label as an errand boy that summer for extra money. When I started school, they took me under their wing and showed me the ropes. I was able to intern with them during that phase of my program, and when I graduated, they offered me a job as an entry level producer, and it's where I've been for the last ten years. I had no idea this kind of life was even possible. Moving out here has been the best decision I've ever made." Tagging: @kirakiwiwrites @rockitmans @ericdooley @cerriddwenluna and anyone else who wants to share! Sorry if you all have already been tagged. Have a good week!

#six sentence sunday #klaine #klaine fanfic #fanfiction #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #tag game #blaine and kurt

[jaimebluesq]

WIP Wednesday 12/28

I didn't realize it's been so long since I've done one of these! This is for a fic that is in the editing stages and with any luck should be ready for posting sometime soon. It was inspired by a Tumblr post that talked about Hallmark Xmas romance movies and how the 'bad guy' ex-boyfriends weren't all necessarily bad guys, and then people were joking about 2 of them meeting as they were leaving the small town after getting dumped... so my mind immediately went to SangCheng.

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From that point forward, Nie Huaisang just tried to focus on getting onto the plane and stashing his carry-on in the overhead compartment without dropping it on someone's head. It was a small plane with but a single aisle and two seats on either side. As he was patting his carry-on into place, he took a peek along the aircraft to see if he could spot his drinking companion, but he couldn't see him from here. He sighed and sat down in his window seat, then tried his best to relax as the rest of the passengers took their seats and settled in for the flight.

“Um, excuse me?” He looked up to see a woman with dark bags under her eyes and unkempt hair hanging over a harried expression. “I'm sorry to bother you, but... I couldn't get two seats together and my daughter is several rows away. I don't suppose you'd be willing to switch places with her so we can sit together?”

Perhaps another day he might have argued or put up a token protest – he didn't like being inconvenienced, particularly when he was feeling miserable and heartbroken – but the little bit of kindness Jiang Cheng had shown him made him feel a little more charitable than usual. “Sure, just let me get my bag.”

“Oh, thank you!”

The woman turned to speak to the stewardess as Nie Huaisang gathered his things – jacket, phone, magazine – and reached up to fetch his carry-on. The stewardess was just returning with a young girl in tow, and after showing the child to Nie Huaisang's seat, she reached out to take his bag for him.

“The overheads are getting full so I'll find a spot for your bag, sir. Thank you again for your kindness during this holiday season.”

“It's not a problem,” he replied as he was led down the length of the aircraft. “I'm flying alone anyway.”

“Right here, I've already alerted your seat-mate to the situation. If you need anything during the flight, please let me know.”

“Thank you,” he called out as she walked away with his bag, then turned to the seat he'd been led to.... “Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng looked equally surprised to see him, but it gave way to a smirk. “Seems I can't shake you for long, can I.”

“That's me, your friendly neighbourhood stalker.” Nie Huaisang caught a look from the stewardess asking him to get settled in; he quickly lowered into the seat and went about putting on his seatbelt.

“It's fine, at least you'll be better company. Not that I don't like kids, but... I'm not exactly in the right mood to deal with them right now.”

It wasn't long before the staff went about their safety instruction routines, then everyone sat back as the plane's engines were started. Nie Huaisang hadn't flown very often in his life, but takeoff had always been his favourite part of flying. Even though the sky outside the plane was dark, he kept his eyes on the window and what little view he had outside. The plane taxied down the runway and he felt a ball of exhilaration in his stomach that only grew bigger and bigger; the plane stopped, the engines suddenly shifted, and the plane sped up and lifted from the ground.

His body felt both heavy and weightless, his lungs were demanding he begin to breathe again, and his eyes picked out the clouds in the sky that reflected the moonlight, with the stars blinking overhead. It was the best he'd felt in a very, very long time. He blinked and realized he'd been crying – it seemed he had some tears left in him after all – but before he could begin searching for a tissue, one was placed in his hands. He shifted his gaze to see that Jiang Cheng had been watching him, and he nodded his thanks as he took the tissue and used it to wipe at his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just... like this part, a lot. And I'm not usually this emotional.” Sure he was dramatic and over-exaggerating and flamboyant, but rarely was he ever genuinely emotional over something.

“It's all right. After the week you've had... you deserve to have something nice to smile about.”

Nie Huaisang let out a self-deprecating chuckle, but then Jiang Cheng's face was transformed by a gentle smile – the sort Da-ge and their parents would get when Nie Huaisang would do something cute or silly, or the kind their father would give one of their mothers when they'd done something endearing. Had Eric ever smiled at him like that?

Did it even matter anymore? Eric wasn't here, didn't want to be near him. But at least there was one person unrelated to him who seemed to think he wasn't completely useless.

#sangcheng #wip wednesday

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Seven Snippets Tag

Bro i love these even tho i can NEVER pick between my babies

Anyway @late-to-the-fandom tagged me in this chain on my other blog but I'm doing it here because I got all SaSi fics at the moment B)

No-pressure tags: @i-will-physically-fight-you @glacierruler @prince-rowan-of-the-forest @lily-janus @groovyghostie @vinbee631 @girlboypatton be free to lore dump !!!

If you haven't done a writing tag game b4 no worries. This one's prompt is to put seven snippets (or as many as you can find) that you like from your WIPs or favorite fics in a post and bam! you've done a tag game

Because i'm Me(TM) i gotta set a requirement for myself for fun so it's gonna be whichever number that snippet is, it has to have that many characters talking/mentioned/in the snippet/etc. for fun! this is not a necessary requirement btw

Hit read more to see the snippets >:D/\

One Character (from "Brothers by Blood")

A inky one-way-window, long and thin like a serpent, spread across one side of the room. Faint shadows moved behind it. Left of it was a matte metal door; scuff marks on the floor showed where it would swing inward. In the center of this room, a young boy sat on one side of a white folding table, rigid in a matching folding chair. His curled-up poise could have been mistaken for that of a panther: lean, scared – ready for a fight. Layers of black, baggy clothes were his tattered fur. Bushy brown hair was his ruffled mane, lined with old streaks of violet meant to distract from his sore eye bags and heavy eye liner. The boy seemed sweaty, despite the cold, and smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals. He fidgeted absent-mindedly with his chain necklace. Shivering. He glanced up at the clock, squinting, and snapped his head back down as if out of fear of being caught.

2. Two Characters (from "The Prince and the Snake Charmer")

"Sorry, just-" Roman paused, steadying his breathing, "-just a bit jumbled up in the head." Janus nodded in understanding. "That's alright. It might take a second before you can think straight again." "I'm not straight, so it's not a problem," Roman replied on instinct, immediately turning bright crimson at Janus's startled reaction. "I mean, as in thinking-wise," Roman covered up, "I don't think straight ever, y'know? Like, because I'm dumb, and, y'know. Dumb, like really, uh, stupid, right?"

3. Three Characters (from "He Who Holds The Ruler")

Roman nodded. "Y-yeah, I mean, I guess. My brother Remus has a boyfriend. They more so…don't care." Patton nodded and was quiet again. "Maybe you should try telling them over lunch," Patton suggested gently. "I'll be there will you. I'm sure they'll at least try to be understanding." "Yeah," Roman said, nodding. "Understanding." Patton sighed sadly, but smiled reassuringly. "I'm sensing the need for a hug, I think?" "You never have to ask first, you know," Roman mumbled thankfully, hugging Patton around his side. "The answer will always be yes."

4. Four Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 1")

"I would not phrase it as a 'quest'," Logan commented, "Maybe a 'reluctant onus'?" "Oh, hush, Specks," Roman snapped, "You'll get used to our adventures! It 'tis inevitable. With the same ease as the sun rises and falls, you shall soon fall in love with-" Virgil cleared his throat. "Wait a second," he began, looking to Roman, "What did you say about King Dolion 'disturbing peace'?" Thomas started fidgeting with the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at them.

5. Five Characters (from "Takeover" — Zombie apocalypse AU)

“Well, it’ll make great fertilizer!” “Remus, that is disgusting,” Virgil complained. “Stop kicking it!” Stepping back into the garage, Janus made a face. “Dios mío, this truck looks terrible.” “Agreed.” Logan said. He spritzed Lysol on the chair were the zombie once sat, stirring up a wave of dust. “Even my abuelo would not drive this,” Janus muttered, squatting down to look underneath the haphazardly off-balance vehicle, “And he drives the worst AMC Gremlin you will ever see.” Out on the lawn, Remy waved Remus away from him, demanding that he take a shower. This most certainly prompted Remus to ask if he could "join in." Virgil practically fled over to the garage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of that conversation.

6. Six Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 2")

"Forgive me if I'm rude, I've not seen anyone in months," Hypatia said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "But what are you doing here?" The princes glanced around at each other, none really wanting to explain. Janus sighed and put down his spoon. "We're traveling," Janus said simply. "Though we hadn't planned for this long of a trip. Running short on supplies." "Mainly medical supplies,” Logan said. “And enough rations for everyone,” Patton mentioned. "And weaponry," Remus added. "And sanity," Virgil piped up.

7. Seven characters oh god (from "Takeover")

“Crazy Dave’s not here to reinforce us,” Emile said monotonously. Roman sighed. "That game isn't even good." "Says you." "Well, do one of you have a better suggestion?" Logan asked, slightly exasperated. Patton leaned forward and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder gently. "Could maybe ask Janus…" Virgil wondered out loud, glancing outside, "He's a mechanic at his abuela's shop. Could maybe, with luck, possibly fix the truck." Logan nodded, writing it down quickly. Remy raised an eyebrow. "That's all peaches and cream, babes, but that big-ass zombie wedged in the front seat?" they asked, "Who would be insane enough to even touch it?" WHAM. "I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS!" The front door was kicked wide open by a tall, broad-shouldered figure in loud a punk jacket, which could be described using both definitions of 'dirty.' His grimy combat boots, covered in spikes, had left brown sludge on the window. A name-tag on his shirt, from when he’d worked at a soup kitchen, said, 'Hello! I'm: Remus EVIL BITCH OF THE WEST'.

Sorry for the length. This was fun though >:D/\

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #grey's writing #grey's zone #tag game #writing game #fic snippets #seven snippets tag #sasi #fander stuff #seven snippets seven people #brothers by blood #kingdoms for a mind #kfam1 #kfam2 #takeover #he who holds the ruler #the prince and the snake charmer #the gang's all here !!! #long post

[purrincess-chat]

Newbie author, here! Do you have any tips for me? I end up piling too many wips and find that I can't step away from one wip before finishing it. Am literally obsessed with writing a story until I get it done. Do you think I should spread my schedule and include other works (longer wips) even though there's a big chance I might focus on it too much or begin to neglect the other work? I don't want to be that one author who abandons a work. 😭😭😭

That's so exciting! Welcome to the writing community. I am probably the best and also the worst person to come to for this lol. The best because I have a lot of experience with multiple WIPs, and also the worst because I have a lot of experience with multiple WIPs. Here's what I do.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that this is just my system that works for me. Part of writing is discovering what methods work for you and developing your own process along the way, which unfortunately just takes trial and error. I recommend looking into several options to find what fits you best. That being said, I currently have 6-7 active WIPs, meaning I have posted at least one chapter of them, that I intend to finish (and several others I have abandoned indefinitely, which I'll talk about later). I also have 2 big projects in the planning stages as well as a handful of other small projects that I want to do eventually. Plus, I'm participating in the ML Big Bang again this year, so I'm working on a decently small project for that. (Like less than 20k) So, I do know a thing or two about having tons of projects open, and I'm not going to lie and say I handle all of them well all the time, but I've been getting better at managing my projects. Here's some tips that I've picked up over the past few years.

Outlines.

I know, I have been singing their praises a lot lately, and some writers like them, some don't, but seriously, if you're juggling multiple projects, outlines. When you have multiple WIPs, especially for the same fandom or similar concepts, outlines will save you from getting stories mixed up and forgetting things. Even if your outline is just a doc that you dump everything you have in your brain about the story in one block paragraph, do that. Don't rely on your memory of what you want to happen because you will forget. Write it down somewhere, so you have it to come back to when you're more ready to tackle it.

If you're like me and have more ideas than you know what to do with, I usually will dump everything about an idea that I have somewhere be it in a tumblr post or a word doc or a deranged series of rambly messages to my beta. Once I have it written down and out of my head, I can usually assess whether or not it's something I want to actively work on right now. Sometimes we get really excited about a concept because it's really fresh in our mind, and we want to see where it goes. Just writing down a detailed summary or even outlining can be enough to get over that initial impulse to start something new. This can help reduce taking on more wips than you can handle at once and potentially abandoning the one you're trying to work on. If you have an idea written down, you can always come back to it later when you've cleared up some more time and space for it.

Try to set a schedule.

I admit, I'm not the best at adhering to a schedule, but it can be helpful to make them. And you can make schedules for various different things like, I want to post this story on this day every week or every month, or I want to work on this idea around this time every day or on a specific day. Schedules can be very helpful at keeping multiple projects organized.

Work on a few at a time.

As it stands right now, even though I have a lot of open projects, I'm not actively working on all of them all the time. I tend to pick 2-3 of them to focus on at a time, and even then, that doesn't mean I'm actually writing all of them at the same time. Right now, I am actively writing my BB story (already outlined), my Ladrien enemies AU (already outlined), and I just finished writing KEWK, which is a WIP I've had open for several years that I finally got bothered enough with how long it's been open to finish. I'm also actively outlining My Dearest Buttercup (trying to figure out where the hell I want to take it), as well as a project I haven't announced yet.

Typically, I have one or two stories in the active writing stage, and one (maybe two) in the outlining stage. Outlining helps because it keeps the impulse at bay just enough because it tricks my brain into thinking I'm working on it (I mean, technically you ARE working on it, just not actively drafting). It's also helpful when you actually do get to the point of writing it because you've already made a bunch of executive decisions that could have slowed down your drafting process. Overall, it makes things run smoother.

I try to balance project lengths as well. I try not to take on two big projects at a time, or if I do, I only work on those two, no tiny projects. If I've got one big project open, I may work on a few small projects (one-shots, drabbles) or one medium sized project (like a shorter multi-chapter) along side it. The longer the project, the longer it's going to take you to finish it, so if you have two big projects open, it's going to take you longer to clear those from your plate and allow for time for other projects.

That's why I try to keep smaller projects in rotation while working on bigger things, so I can work through ideas faster and eliminate more things. I tend to have a lot of small ideas that pile up, so it helps ease some guilt to be able to clear those out. If I clear out a bunch of tiny projects, I might add in a bigger project if the first one is nearing completion. It's a delicate balancing act that I've only recently started getting better at. And again, not to sound like a broke record, outlining can help you determine which stories to rotate because you can kind of guestimate how big/long a project is going to be, so you can determine whether you want to take on a big project or focus on a smaller one.

Abandoning stories isn't the end of the world.

I know you expressed fear of abandoning stories, but sometimes it just... happens. I mentioned that I have numerous projects that I've put off indefinitely. Some of them I may go back to eventually, others I may just leave be. Sometimes you move past an idea or a concept or you lose interest in a particular story. It happens, and it's not the end of the world. Sure, some readers might be disappointed if they liked a story, but if your heart isn't in it, then you're not going to be satisfied with it (and usually your readers will be able to tell). Most of the time, my readers are very understanding if I say I don't intend to finish a story (though, it depends on the story, but I've never actively abandoned any extremely popular stories of mine).

It can make you feel really guilty, and it can make you feel like you've failed for giving up on something. But truthfully, writers do it all the time. Inspiration is lost. You realize that maybe a story just isn't working right now. I think for me, I tend to focus on how I've grown as a result of writing that work. Sometimes calling it quits can be a sign that you've grown enough to recognize that what you're working on just isn't for you anymore. Writing is a journey, and sometimes it's better to tread a new path. The act of writing is a labor of love, and if you don't love what you're writing, then you don't have to keep doing it. Allow yourself that kindness, and writing becomes a lot less stressful.

For you, I'd recommend trying the outlining method. If you've got another idea while you're working on something, spit it onto a page in some way, then decide what you want to do with it. Having multiple projects going on isn't a bad thing, and sometimes it's necessary. For my projects, I don't always work on the stories I'm actively drafting all the time. Sometimes I focus more on one than the other. Sometimes I bounce back and forth between them. Just depends.

Hopefully you found any of this helpful. If you have any more questions, feel free to send them!

#cat replies #asks #writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing help #writing ref #writing reference #cats writing advice

[alltheficsiwant]

Here We Go Again | Part Six

Part SIX | Battle at the Cabin

Summary: After the discovery at the mill, Eddie and Reader went to the cabin to meet up with the group. Trying to come up with a plan to get to the source. Hoping El would find the other flayed but instead she found something else that puts not just her in danger but everyone else.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, panic attacks and terrifying monsters. If these are triggering, please read with CAUTION. Also, it has A LOT OF CURSE words since ya know. Its INTENSE DUDE.

Words: 4.2k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader ; Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Author's Note: Helllooo! I have finished the fic and will be cascading the updates on my Ao3 and on my Tumblr. After that, I will be focusing on my other WIPs. If you noticed, I have crossed out names at my Main List. Those are my WIPs but I do have others that I did not include. So watch out. ;) Anywhooo! Again, any errors that you will notice whether it did really existed in 80's or any spelling or grammar error. I do apologize. English is a second language and I do not live in America. I will edit them. I promise. Enjoy! - J xxx

Part Five | Masterlist | Part Seven

“You suspect that the Mill is where the source is coming from?” Nancy asked as she walked back and forth. You looked at Eddie and nodded.

“We saw Billy go in there then the same scream we heard last year at Hawkins lab came inside it,” You told them as you purse your lips. You started to wring your wrists but Eddie immediately stopped you by intertwining your hands. You offered him a grateful smile.

“But you aren’t sure? You didn’t take a peek?” Nancy asked.

“Eddie voted against it,” You leaned your head against Eddie’s shoulder and Nancy turned to him and he was already speaking.

“I won’t risk her being there. Besides, we’re weaponless. We would go down easily,” Eddie reasoned and Nancy nodded.

“Well, we have to think of something. Eleven is currently trying to locate Heather. Maybe she can confirm that—”

“Hey guys, can you settle an argument for us?” Max suddenly cut the conversation off as she and Mike neared the group. 

“What is it?” You asked as you looked between the two of them.

“Who do you think should decide El’s limit? Mike or Eleven herself?” Max argued. You looked weirdly at the two to try to make up what they are talking about.

“The way that you framed that is bullshit.” Mike argued back.

“It’s not bullshit Mike. This is your whole problem and its also precisely the reason why she dumped your ass,”

“El dumped you?” You asked Mike. You cannot believe that happened but by judging the way the two kept arguing. You just knew that Max would be capable of convincing Eleven on some beliefs.

“Yeah, because she is conspiring against me.” Mike reasoned and you can see Max rolling her eyes at him. “She’s corrupting her,”

“Enlightening her,” Max corrected him. You can see that the argument wouldn’t be ending whether you or anyone else offered their opinion. Especially how stubborn Mike has become. They continue to argue back and forth.

“She’s risking her life for no reason,” You looked affronted by Mike’s statement. You were about to jump in but Nancy beat you to it. Also, you felt Eddie’s arm wrapping around your waist to keep you grounded.

“For no reason?” She looked as affronted as you are. “Mike, the flayed are out there doing god knows what–”

“Killing, Flaying…” Lucas started to list off things that flayed might be doing at the very minute, in support of Nancy.

“--Transforming people into monsters—” Will offered too as he looked around at everyone. 

“And El’s not stupid.” You can’t help but reply as Mike looked at you. You kept your gaze stern at him as you crossed your arms. “She knows her abilities better than any of us. If she say she can do it. She can do it. We have to trust her,”

“Isn’t that how relationships work? Trust?” Nancy added as she glanced at Jonathan who looked down a bit before she turned towards Mike. “And she is her own person,” She added.

“With her own free will,” You added with a raised brow at Mike still looked like he wanted to argue. 

“Exactly, thank you!” Max off handedly commented. “El has saved the world twice and she still doesn’t trust her!”

Mike then turned to Max with an enraged look. “You wanna talk about trust, really? After you made Eleven spy on us?” 

Now that made your brows raised at Max who looked to be taken aback at his words looking at the side and then you. She sheepishly just offered a grin. You sighed. Now you understand why Mike is being like this. You suddenly remembered how tired Eleven looked . She might be using her powers non stop for the past few days. Still… the kids continue to argue over it as you sighed and laid your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“These kids are really something,” You can’t help but mutter to him. Eddie shrugged as he watched with an amused expression.

“I kind of get Mike’s fears,” He mumbled quietly to you and you looked back at him with a raised brow. Eddie saw it and pursed his lips. Thinking of a good way to voice out his thoughts. It took a minute before he spoke again. The nose of the argument faded a bit as you focused your attention on Eddie. “He fears for Eleven. It's not that he doesn't trust her. He does. He wouldn’t have agreed with the sauna test. It's just that having the love of your life, risks her life. It strikes fear to the heart,” 

You looked at him quite shocked, the argument with him last night resounded in your head. Now you understand why Mike was acting because that is how Eddie acted last night. The reason Eddie blurted those words last night because it's the same reason with Mike. Mike loves—

“---because I love her and I can’t lose her again.” That brought you out of your thoughts. You looked at Mike in shock and it rendered everyone in silence.

Suddenly, the door from El’s room opened and the said girl emerged. Her nose was bleeding with the blindfold still around her neck. She looked around for a bit before she spoke.

“What’s going on?” She asked quietly.

“Nothing. Nothing.” Mike spoke out and all of you shook your heads.

“Just a family discussion,” Lucas offered with a smile. 

“Oh.” Silence enveloped from all of you. You looked around before your eyes landed on Eddie who smirked at you before he leaned down to whisper.

“I told you so,” Eddie whispered before he laid a kiss on it as he pulled away. Then he mouthed. “I love you,” at you that made you blush a bit. You hid your face over Eddie’s shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his. 

You can’t help but whisper it back. You didn’t know if Eddie heard you but judging by the long kiss he pressed at the top of your head means he heard it loud and clear.

“I found him.” El exclaimed and all of you looked at her.

“Found who?” You asked as El looked at you with a solemn look.

“Billy.”

You watched with worry as El went under again. You can hear her gasping and trying to catch her breath before she removed her blindfold. Her nose yet again bleeding from the effort. You bit your lower lip as you saw some color leaving her face.

“What is he doing?” Max asked from the couch.

El just shook her head before she stood up. “Nothing. He’s in his room.” Then she proceeded to move into the kitchen. You contemplated going after her but in the end you did. You left them as they formed theories and plans on what to do.

You watched as El filled a cup of water before she shakily drank on it.

“Hey, easy,” You told her as she turned to look at you. She nodded and proceeded to carefully drink her water. You walked near her and reached out to caress her hair. You worriedly looked over her face. It was as pale as yesterday after the fight at the hospital.

“Have you eaten something?” You asked and El just shook her head. 

“But I’m okay. There are other things to–”

You cut her off by pulling out a granola bar. You just rummage on the cupboards and offer it to her. 

“Eat, you look pale and you need that if you are going to use your powers the whole day,” El carefully took it with a mumble thanks. She started to munch on it as she leaned against the kitchen counter. You walked to do the same beside her.

“Something bothering you?” You asked as El swallowed the bite she took. She looked at the bar and fiddled with it.

“I-I don't know what to do. Him sitting there, it's a trap. I know that,” El mumbled as she looked up at you. You ran your tongue against your lower lip as you thought of what you could say to her.

Silence envelopes the two of you as El finished her food before picking up the glass and drinking the rest of your water.

“Maybe you are focusing too much on what you failed to do rather than really thinking of what you can do,” You told her and El looked at you as she put the glass down. “Maybe you already know what to do. You just need to remember,”

El hummed at that as she turned around to put the glass down. Then you felt her pause and stared at something. You turned just to see her lift a lucky charms cereal box. You watched as she gasped and went into some kind of trance before she set it down. She looked at you with a smile.

“You’re right. I think I know what we can do,” El trailed off before you both walked back to the living room.

“---Killing the flayed won’t stop the mind flayer. We have to find out where it's spreading from.” You heard Nancy speak as the both of you rejoined the group. You immediately went to Eddie’s side who lifted his arm to let you lean against him. While El stood before the group, her face no longer pale. “We have to find the source.” Nancy finished.

“Billy knows it.” El spoke up as she looked around them. “Billy’s been there– to the source.”

“Yeah but–” Mike tried to say but again El cut him off.

“It’s a trap. I know.” El said as she looked over at him before her eyes landed on you. “We can’t go to Billy, but I think there’s another way. A way for me to see where he’s been.”

You found yourself in the kitchen as they followed Eleven’s lead. You knew it would take some time to do what El has to do. You decided to scrounge up some food for everybody since you knew that everyone didn’t manage to have a full meal. Eddie is beside you helping as much as he can.

You glanced back at the living room to see Mike and Eleven talking closely before you turned back to the eggs you are cooking. Your mind drifting a bit as you finally have the peace and quiet to process everything that has happened for the past 48 hours.

“I could hear you thinking,” Eddie mused beside you as he fried some hotdogs. You turned to look at him as you chuckled.

“I can’t help it. Too much has happened,” You told him as you turned off the stove and plated the eggs. Lucas and Will are already there waiting for them as they arrange some drinks. Eddie followed you with the hotdogs and portioned it.

Once it's done, the boys take the plates and give each to everyone with the drinks. You and Eddie picked up your plates as you joined them in the living room as El started to go under.

“Let’s think later, yeah?” Eddie only said to you as he took your face in his hands. "When all of us our out alive and well. We'll process this together." He added and you nodded. Good idea, besides, you all need to know what is going on with El.

As all of you ate, El started to narrate what she saw. She tried to explain as much as she could but there were moments she just grew quiet. She described that she was walking through Billy’s memories. That is what at least the rest of you concluded as El described a place that is impossible to find in Hawkins.

Then slowly, El saw a storm brewing at the distance and she said that she had to go through it.

“Eye of the storm,” You can’t help but mutter as El continues to describe everything until she exhales deeply.

“I think I found it. The Source.” She breathed out.

“Where are you El?” Max asked.

All of you waited for a moment before she spoke. “Brim born Steel works,”

You gasped as Jonathan jumped up towards the directory he and Nancy were fiddling about when you joined them. You turned to Eddie.

“You were right, it was a trap. The Mill was a trap,” You told Eddie as your mind went back to the mill that Billy stopped over. “We might have been ambushed back then,”

Eddie can’t help but pull you closer as Jonathan declares the address. 

“It's not far from here,” Nancy commented.

“El, we found it. Get out of there,” Mike told El and she took a deep breath before she froze.

Then she called your name. You looked confused.

“El?” 

“I-I see you,” El mumbled, her voice growing worried. “H-how can I see you?”

“You see me there?” You asked as you leaned forward. All eyes fell on you horrified.

“Y-yes,” El stuttered out. “You looked to be tied up and bleeding. Captive.”

“Oh god,” You can’t help but shakily exhale.

“She’s here El. That must be a trap. Get out of there now!” Mike shouted and you watched as El froze.

It was tense until El started to scream.

“Get away!!!” She shouted and as soon as she removed her blindfold. “No!”

Mike immediately caught her as she fell back. Your eyes wide at the last bit of information. 

“It's okay El! You're safe! You’re okay,” El clung to him before she frantically looked around as her eyes landed on you. She scrambled to her feet and flung herself at you. You pulled her in her arms as she started to sob.

“El,” you can’t help but shake.

“He’s coming. He’s coming after me a-and he wants you. He wants both of us.” El shakily said and you took a deep breath to control your own. You closed your eyes for a moment before you opened them.

“They won’t get us. We will make sure of that,” You said.

“Yes,” Eddie agreed as you both looked at him. His face set and determined. “He won’t.”

When El finally calmed down, she managed to tell what she saw. Though she remains beside you and clutching your hand. You held hers back.

“He said it was for me,” El mumbled as she looked around.

“Whatever he is building, it’s not complete as long as we can keep them both away right?” Lucas asked as the group looked to be at a loss.

“I don’t understand, he is building exactly what? Is he talking about the flayed?” Max asked again.

“He must be,” Nancy confirmed.

“Okay, he’s building an army just like we thought,” Lucas concluded as he continued to pace behind the sofa.

“Not just an army to spread,” Mike said.

“He’s building it to stop Eleven,” Will added as the group looked down in dread.

Max mentioned your name before she spoke again. “What about her?”

“She’s the last key. That’s why they want to get her. Billy,” She trailed off as she looked back at you. “Billy is fighting. He won’t comply and the Mind Flayer thinks that if he has you. He would completely surrender,”

“That explains the stalking,” Nancy offered as she looked at you worriedly. “But why he is so fixated with you?”

“I don’t know, he might have just been attached to me because of what happened between us,” You told them wondering too why you became a leverage to him.

“Okay, let’s rewind a bit okay?” Mike suddenly said as he shook his head. “Last year, El closed the gate on him. Obviously, he’s pissed off”

“Royally pissed off,” Lucas offered not knowing he was just adding to the dread the group is feeling.

“And the Mind Flayers know that she’s the only one that can stop him.” Mike concluded. “If she’s out of the way,” He trailed off.

“Game over,” Lucas finished for him.

“He also said that after he took us both,” El said as she pointed at you and her. “He will kill all of you,”

“Well, that’s nice,” Max said sarcastically.

Before anyone can react, a faint loud screeching noise can be heard. Then the fireworks coming from the carnival going on. Nancy straightened and walked towards the window as if she had figured out something but trying to come up with something to say.

“Nancy?” You called out to her.

“It’s just the fireworks,” Jonathan assured her but Nancy shook her head a little bit.

“Billy,” She stared as she turned towards El. “When he told you this, it was here, in this room?”

El nodded and that made everyone straightened. Then a distant thudding noise can be heard making everyone turn towards the doors of the cabin.

Your hold on El tightened while you felt Eddie tensed on your other side. A tense silence enveloped everyone as you all looked around. Trying to decipher that noise. Until your eyes landed on Will who froze and slowly lifted his hand behind neck. At the same time, you felt the familiar jolt at the back of your spine. The same thing you felt at Mrs. Driscoll’s house the first night you were there.

“He knows we’re here,” You and Will both said at the same time, making him look down at you. Confusion was clear in his gaze. “You feel it too?”

You only nodded at him as the jolt spread over your body. You didn’t know you started to shake until El let you go and you were in Eddie’s arms. His soothing voice trying to calm you down.

As soon as you and Will said those words, Jonathan marched outside followed by everybody. You took a deep breath trying to recent yourself and Eddie encouraged you. You and him didn’t know what they saw outside but whatever it was. It garnered a panic. 

That made the adrenaline kick in.

“What’s going on?” Eddie asked as they all shuffled inside. 

“There was something big coming here. It looked like—” Max tried to explain.

“The Mindflayer,” A loud back of the car was heard before Nancy entered carrying the baseball bats and your katana. She closed the cabin door immediately. “Living and breathing. We have to barricade the house and get weapons.” She commanded.

“You kids get everything you can to cover the windows and the door,” Nancy said and turned toward to the backdoor for the shed. Hoping Hopper kept a gun or anything inside it. When no one moved she turned to them with a raised brow. “Come on! We have no time,”

All of you scrambled, your panic being shoved at the back of your mind but your body isn’t cooperating. While the kids moved and the other two took off to take weapons. Eddie kneeled before you as he held your arms.

“Sweetheart, I need you here. Okay? He’s coming and I need you snap out of it,” Eddie said as he slightly shook you. You tried to catch your breathe but you shook your head.

“E-Eddie I can’t. I-I-I c-can’t,” You stuttered. Eddie closed his eyes briefly trying to keep his own panic and tears at bay. 

“P-please sweetheart. We need to. You need to. Everyone needs you now okay?” Eddie said. “So breathe with me,”

A loud screeching can be heard from outside and oddly that helped you to follow Eddie’s instruction. Though as you pulled yourself out of it. You were handed your katana as the others had completed the barricade. You stood in between Nancy and Eddie. He was holding the Bat with nails while Nancy was holding what looked to be a shotgun.

“W-where did you get that?” you can’t help but ask her quietly. 

“Hopper’s Shed. Policemen always keep one,” She reasoned and you nodded. Trying to recenter your mind and focus on keeping everyone alive. Keeping you alive. “We won’t let him get you. I promise,” She mumbled and you looked at Nancy with a grateful smile.

Then the lights started to flicker. That made you look up and clutched your Katana. You felt a hand behind you and you glanced to see El. You urged her to move closer to you and she did. Trying to seek comfort from each other.

The lights continued to flicker and the cabin shook ahead. Everyone held their breaths anticipating the attack— when you felt the jolt in your spine again.

“It’s close,” Will confirmed it for you and that made you swallow. You looked at Eddie for a moment whose eyes were shaking as he looked around. The waiting and anticipation made you start to shake again but only the small hand behind your back kept it at bay. 

You won’t be coming out of this alive with panic. You might not want to think about it but it would be just like Utah. This time it won’t be men that are animals after you. This time it's interdimensional monsters that want to devour you and use you against your friends.

You don’t know what is much worse now but fuck, at least you have a group to be with now. Come one you need to— the whole place went silent. The light stopped blinking and all of you tensed.

Crash!

All of you screamed as a fleshy tentacle entered the cabin, breaking on one of the covered windows. That made half of the group backed up against a wall. The tentacle went straight to Eleven but before it did. You and Jonathan lifted your weapons. Him an Ax and yours’ a sword. You both hacked at it making the creature squeal. You continue to slice through it but it took a few more wings on the both of you before you even reached the half it. Before you can lift the blade up again, the tentacle turned to Jonathan making you miss and threw him against the wall.

The tentacle was about to dive for Jonathan when Nancy started shooting. Though she only had three shots in before the gun clogged. She backed away and you decided to step in. Slicing through the tentacle finally but another came in.

You heard your name being shouted as you turned another tentacle coming after you through the same window. Eddie stepped in and slammed the baseball bat against it. The creature screeched though it was stuck and Eddie had to put all his strength to pull. Once he did, the tentacle threw him towards the wall.

“Eddie!” That made the tentacle turn to you and was about to lift you weapon when it threw you off making you lose your grip. You were backed and the tentacle was about to dive to you but it stopped a few inches only. You turned to see El using her powers. Determination in her face.

“Not her,” She only said as she threw the tentacle off you. It backed tracked and went out of the house. Everybody can only watch as it slithers out.

“Holy shit—” Max exclaimed as another tentacle pierced through the wall this time coming after El but she stopped it with her powers. Then another came on the other side. You stood there frozen as you watched it unfold. El looked back and forth between them before she determinedly looked ahead and pulled her arms towards herself effectively cutting them off. Making it slither out of the house.

But then, it pierced through the roof and got El’s foot and started to drag her out.

Your eyes widened. “El!” You snapped out of your frozen state and grabbed on to her hand but then a second tentacle came out and grabbed you. Making everybody scream.

El was being pulled by Mike and the kids while you were held on to by Eddie and Jonathan. You can’t help but cry out as you hold on tightly to Eddie.

“No! No! You can’t fucking take her,” Eddie shrieked as he pulled with all his might.

“Nancy!” Jonathan shouted and for a moment you thought that was it for you as they all struggled. You looked towards El as the children struggled then you looked at Eddie. You don’t want to but you know El is more important this time. You fucking knew what you had to do. You have to give them more time. You glanced behind them to see Nancy struggling with the shotgun.

You let the tears fall in your eyes. You are growing weak, you could feel it. Whatever the tentacle doing, its too strong. You knew what you had to do. You have to give them time.

“Tell Steve I’m sorry,” You told him as Eddie shook his head.

“No, No! Whatever you are thinking that is not the fucking answer!” Eddie shrieked. You just continued to cry as you looked down at him.

“I’m sorry Eds. I promised the vacation right?” You told him as you started to loosen your hold on his hand.

“No! Don’t you fucking dare!” Eddie shouted.

“I won’t be able to do that but promise me you will still go,” You told him.

“No! You’ll go with me. We will do that vacation. Fuck baby! Don’t do this!” He shrieked.

Then you heard your name as you looked over at El who was shaking her head as she cried out. You only offered a smile before you turned to Eddie.

“I love you,” that was the only thing you said for the last time to him. You closed your eyes not wanting to see his horrified expression.

Then you let go.

To be continued...

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #ilovemyrockstar #alltheficsiwant writes #SOHON sequel #steve harrington #billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers

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Hob gadling vs the wraith - do you have an idea of what shit is gonna go down once Dream figures out where Hob is 👀 because I feel like it would be glorious to see Dream coming down on these motherfuckers like a universe's worth of bricks, and maybe even Daniel going "OH so that's why you weren't really phased by. Anything!" if he witnesses it too

my initial thought was that he’s just going to show up in the cell where hob and daniel are, grab hob, start to leave, and then stop and grab daniel when hob protests. and then actually leave. and they just appear in the cheyenne mountain infirmary, because … hob needs. help. (and daniel says they have something that can help him there.)

but on the other hand, i’ve also been thinking … well, how likely is it that dream isn’t going to want revenge? and, secondly, how likely is it that there isn’t a rescue mission in progress?

so i think maybe dream will get hob and daniel out, and then (now he knows where the hell it is) go back to the hive ship. one, because daniel mentioned there might still be people he knows on the ship, and two, because … you know. revenge. and i feel like the wraith would have some pretty potent nightmares, the way their species works, which would make that interesting. although that means neither of the humans get to see dream at work.

as far as the “huh” moment goes, though, hob’s going to fess up around the second or third time he gets dumped back into the cell with daniel missing some or all of an organ, still perfectly functional and alive, if, you know. in excruciating pain. partially because daniel, who is a Smart Cookie, has been asking around the issue for a while now.

here, have another snippet or two:

one: “Although, you know, Rob,” says Daniel, tilting his head a bit to one side and narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. “I know part of it is that memories can be faulty, but … to tell the truth, I can’t honestly say you’ve aged at all.”

“I’m older than I look,” Hob says, shrugging. “Not all of us are only mild-mannered professors by day and planet-hopping martial archaeologists by other days. Haven’t had much need to be worried about my ability to defend myself lately, I’m very happy to be able to say.”

“... I will note that that is hardly an answer to my question, but I will also concede that I did not, technically, ask any questions there,” Daniel says, and sighs a little.

two:

“So, Rob,” Daniel says, and he’s probably shooting for nonchalant here but he’s absolutely falling short. Which doesn’t bode particularly well for Hob, now does it. “I couldn’t help but notice you don’t seem to have aged any, despite the fact that I can see a scar on the middle of your chest.”

“Oh, great, it scarred,” says Hob, pointlessly. “I think I heard one of them say something similar, although honestly they weren’t talking much. And what little they did say was kind of hard to process at the time.”

“They’re also telepathic.”

Hob refuses to dignify that with a response.

three:

“So does the fact that you’re still not dead have anything to do with the fact that I’m pretty sure I heard you mumbling in eighteenth-century French earlier?”

“Define earlier,” Hob says, because for some reason he’s still trying to avoid having this conversation.

“Something tells me you know exactly what I mean, but sure, okay, by earlier I mean, specifically, after your unconscious body got dragged back here but before you were entirely awake. It sounded like you were having a conversation with someone, actually,” Daniel finishes, looking expectant.

(ask me about any of my WIPs, if you’d like!)

#asks answered #ask meme #my fic lives here #stargate #the sandman

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Here’s a little wip for a Pride 2023 project I’m working on! These five are my OCs, some of you might recognise Rabbit from my previous posts, and a friend and I are collaborating on a little comic using them!

Red head is Flossy, she likes plants, I used a random picker and it chose lesbian and the flag was a nightmare to do. She’s a little timid, but once she stood on a table during an argument to get higher ground so yea.

Pink hair needs a name, but he likes to dye his hair different colours every three weeks or so, and he can make jello frogs! He gay. Sooo gay.

Occasionally, after a break up, Rabbit will open his apartment door and just a bunch of jelly frogs will flood out into the corridor, and she’ll be like, ‘Oh shit it must be really bad this time’. Fun fact he has a pond because his frogs kept flooding the building.

Middle is Kia, she’s kinda mysterious (or she tries to be), kinda like Vanitas, but less.. dramatic, and she absolutely hates carrots. Like, she just refuses to eat them. She’s also pan, and during pride month, she dyes the ends of her hair in the pansexual colours.

The Enby is Jester, he also needs a proper name like Froggo man and Rabbit, goes by he/they, and he has a five year old child who regularly tries to eat the jello frogs, but they follow the lil toddler around a lot.

Last is Rabbit, I’ve made like, 2 posts about her here I think, and my friend literally squinted at her for about two minutes, and then said, ‘She’s ace,’ so she’s ace now.

To anyone who actually read my oc info dump, thank you for reading my rambling. As you can see, I’m having wayy too much fun with the lighting, I recenting started messing around with the blending modes on ibis paint.

#ibis paint x #digital art #oc art #original character #original universe #shit it’s blurry dammit #lighting is fun #boring but fun #oc info dump #we had a lot of fun with the frogs #we came up with the idea during lunch break #I was meant to do my math hw #but screw that