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musical-chick-13 · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Twelfth Doctor/River Song Characters: River Song, Twelfth Doctor, Amy Pond (mentioned), Rory Williams (mentioned) Additional Tags: Christmas, Grief/Mourning, Gift Giving, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
She adored this, once. But seeing mothers and fathers play in the snow with their children, walking into a restaurant filled-to-the-brim with families who look so content and so completely at peace...it just reminds her of all of the Christmases she used to spend with her parents.
The kind of Christmases she’ll never get to have again.
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equusgirl-writes · 2 years
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WIP Tag Meme
I was tagged by the lovely @musical-chick-13 (thank you!)
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many  people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing, either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!
I’m going to follow MC13 ‘s lead and only list my new WIPs since doing this last. It’s much more manageable that way.
Spider Goddess WIP
Gothic mystery
Fruits of Poison
The Memories We Leave Behind
Dark fantasy short
Ropes and kinks
Going to tag @laufire-writes @aninkwellofnectar @chishiio @malandanti @moonscribbler and an open tag for anyone that would like to do the thing :)
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musical-chick-13 · 12 days
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Regrettably. I think the answer to "how do I personally finish a wip" is "bounce around between my various wips" because this seems to be the only way any writing on anything is actually happening.
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musical-chick-13 · 9 months
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SCREAM HI I MISSED THAT YOU REBLOGGED THE 3 SENTENCE FIC PROMPT AND AM HERE TO PLAGUE YOU. Mello/Near and hmmm HMMMMM hm. airport. <- really vague but i shall leave the details to you,
(okay I cheated, this is 5 sentences I'm sorry)
Amid the overlapping murmurs of conversation, the nondescript jazz music seeping through the airport speakers-almost aggressive in its blandness-and the lightly cacophonous squeals of a few particularly fussy children, Near almost doesn't register the uttered "Here" that's meant to alert him of the plastic bottle currently being lobbed at his chest.
"Thought you might want some water," Mello clarifies--and while Near can appreciate the simple gesture of goodwill (more than appreciate, actually, but he thinks it might be dangerous to dwell too much on the ideas of "Mello" and "unprompted goodwill toward Near" simultaneously in public), they do ostensibly have a budget for this trip.
"Why did you pay five dollars for this; I could have just waited until they served drinks on the plane."
"Who says I paid for it?" and Near should chastise him for that, should remind him that such risky and flagrantly disobedient behavior, while at times necessary for solving a case, is hardly appropriate for something as trivial as an overpriced bottle of water-but Mello has a half-cocked smile on his face that complements the suggestive tilt of his head, and his eyes somehow catch the sterile overhead lighting in a way that makes them look like they're sparkling, and Near...well, Near can't really find it in himself to reprimand him.
He opts for the only other logical course of action and kisses him instead.
send me a ship + a concept, and I'll write a 3-5 sentence microfic about it!
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musical-chick-13 · 3 months
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Usually "self-indulgence" in fic for me looks like, "This person gets a hug," or "this character has the same mental illness as I do," but really, the ultimate act of self-indulgence is giving a character my exact Classical music preferences.
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musical-chick-13 · 9 days
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You ever write a line and go. "Girl, wtf."
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musical-chick-13 · 9 months
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*pointing at my reflection while giving myself a death glare* Just make the shitty incomplete first draft, Just make the shitty incomplete first draft, Just make the shitty incomplete first draft, Just make the shitty incomplete first draft, JUST MAKE THE SHITTY INCOMPL-
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musical-chick-13 · 1 month
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Mini-preview Monday (because I missed six-sentence Sunday as;dlfkajs;dls)
What finally ends the whole ordeal is River setting a trap for the leading military general and, once captured, holding him at knifepoint.
“How many lives do you have? Just the one?” She asks coldly, inching the knife at his throat marginally closer to his skin.
The man stares at her in barely-concealed terror. 
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” he chokes out.
“Good.”
“What are you,” his eyes dip down, warily focused on the blade she has in her hand—striking silver and glinting ominously, despite the relative darkness of the section of the woods they’re standing in, “Going to do with that?”
“Well that depends.”
A heavy, disgusting, pitiful gulping sound erupts from somewhere in the general’s larynx. “On?”
River moves the knife, exacting and steady, until it’s resting just to the left of his sternum, directly over his heart. “How much you want to keep your life.”
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musical-chick-13 · 3 months
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@SELF GIRL YOU ARE SO CLOSE, PLEASE JUST FINISH THIS FUCKING TASK OH MY GODDDDDD
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musical-chick-13 · 2 months
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This just in, area women puts yet ANOTHER gratuitous fucking music metaphor in her goddamn story.
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musical-chick-13 · 6 months
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WIP WEDNESDAY
LOOK AT THAT, I FOUND A LITTLE SECTION IN THIS THING THAT ISN'T JUST GRADE-A-DERANGED THE WHOLE TIME
It’s during times like this where she thinks, in a manner that’s insane even for her, that maybe the abysmal parts of her childhood were all worth it. If it hadn’t been for the Silence and Madame Kovarian, she might never have met the Doctor at all, and then she wouldn’t have this–this little moment (which, to be honest, really shouldn’t affect her as much as it does), this one-of-many stupid little moments of hope that what they have might be as precious to him as it is to her.
That’s a thought, isn’t it: turning years of compounded trauma into something good. One could even call it optimistic, if they were naïve enough to think that word had any meaning in the grand scheme of the universe.
But then, her husband has a way of making optimism and naivete look surprisingly tempting.
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musical-chick-13 · 8 months
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Six-Sentence Sunday
(Not related to the thing I keep talking about, but I did remember I was working on this, so here you go. Pour one out for Mireille/Silvana, the most problematic™ sapphics I can think of, and the rarest rarepair in my armada of ships.)
If she were one of those excessively sullen Russian writers, she might say something pretentious like, The greatest intimacy you can give another is taking her life, but Mireille knows that’s not true. She’s killed a lot of people for a lot of jobs, and every time it’s been a methodical, clinical process; there’s no intimacy in any of it. But this feels…different.  Sure, finally eliminating the Intoccabile is cathartic and it’s a climactic end to a conflict that’s been building for years, but even more than a grand finale, it feels almost like…a confession. Of what exactly, she can’t say. But it’s much more personal than any other assassination she’s done. Driving the knife into Silvana’s abdomen feels like some sort of communion ritual, and that would probably break Mireille’s brain if she wasn’t so exhausted.
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musical-chick-13 · 3 months
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Why did I set the story up like this.
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musical-chick-13 · 4 days
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Sometimes I remember that there are people out there getting paid to write stuff that I find absolutely reprehensible, either on a personal level or an artistic one. And if THEY can get PAID for this. Then I can make a fun little fanfiction story for free and have it be imperfect.
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musical-chick-13 · 13 days
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HAD A STORY EPIPHANY, EVERYBODY CLAP
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musical-chick-13 · 16 days
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Six (Eight)-Sentence Sunday
once again, this is not from ANYTHING I'm currently working on, but May IS mental health awareness month, and mental illness IS the focus of this piece, so.
She sees the way he looks at the stars, at the passage of time and all the wonders those things hold. He looks at them with a fascination more powerful than any force in the universe and that, she thinks, is love, not the way he looks at her. She knows any pitifully, humanly mundane thing such as a marriage or romantic connection could never hold the same appeal. And that alone she might be able to deal with, but she’s had a lifetime of trauma, of people telling her she’s not kind enough, not personable enough, not strong enough, not good enough, and she’s just lost her parents. She can never see Amy and Rory again, and the Doctor has retreated to God-knows-where to wallow in his own grief and she’s lost the only three people she cared about. ...Okay, that’s not really true. She cares a lot more than she can ever let on to anyone, not even her family. (A girl’s still got to have some secrets, after all.)
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