#7.5k words

[ditch-lily]

chapter 13 - line of sight

Kim and Chay continue to be public menaces, and the Theerapanyakul family continues to be messy :)

This one has a bonus in universe Wikchay tweet fic written by @kat8porgs and I'm obsessed

[rainbow-nijisaki]

It's Composer posting hours

[reallypleasanttree]

For Wedding Plans, Happy reunion, Obanai and Giyuu! 🥰

“Ah, so it’s like a reunion?” Kanae asked and clapped her hands together. Ignorance was bliss or so they said. 

“Yeah,” Giyuu confirmed, “you could say that.” 

The connotation of a reunion was usually between people who liked each other. This was not the case. The hairs of Obanai’s forearms rose. Then there was the other half he couldn’t even begin to explain. In their prior life, Giyuu was the same way. Pretentious, distant, and arrogant. His right eye twitched. He turned his attention to the younger Kocho sister. Shinobu was grinning ear to ear as she watched the two. She knew about their past lives then she knew about the animosity between the three hashira. What was she playing at?  “I wasn’t expecting you, Obanai, but it’s great to see you,” Shinobu said. She slipped off her flats. “It’s been a long time. I was so happy to hear that you and Mitsuri finally got together.” Mitsuri must have told her that he knew. Then did Mitsuri know about Shinobu dating Giyuu? Her purple eyes flashed clearly amused by the events about to unfold.

[the-kr8tor]

Chapter 15 mood board

Am I using my writing break to look at memes? Yes I am.

We're almost there! Just a few more scenes left ❤️

[padfootastic]

exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo

so. let’s have a lil snippet time!

thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”

“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.

“Yeah, regarding tonight—“ Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”

She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.

“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.

“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”

There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.

“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.

“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”

“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.

“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”

“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”

“Oi!”

“So, our room it is.”

Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?

(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)

It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.

How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?

“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.

He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

uhhhh does anyone want a tag when the lando gets railed in a dress by ojp fic goes up? (feel free to dm or comment if so)

i talked about it here before and it only took me like 7 months to write it but. we ball

[pfhwrittes]

[romanaxe]

Quick little Freely We Serve update:

I'm still working on it! I normally post about a chapter a week, but this one's nearly double the length of a normal chapter and I'm not even halfway done writing it ^-^'

Please be patient with me lol

[dabisbratz]

s’a long weekend so the sho fic will definitely be out !!

[hballegro]

chapter 8. the biggie. part 1.

it is now i reveal a terrible secret to you all;

you can ctrl+f this chapter and compare it to If-- by Rudyard Kipling. and you will find that every god damn word in that stupid poem appears at least once. there are also a few paraphrased lines in there that you might notice.

WHY???

[i am very bad when it comes to gaging ppl's knowledge of poems i think everyone already knows, so yeah, the poem they're sharing is If- by Rudyard Kipling. easy for me to recognize personally because my mom memorized it all in school and would say it to me sometimes]

this process included me writing the whole thing out by hand, ctrl + f for all of the words, highlighting the ones that i had yet to use, and then keeping the list next to me while editing the first draft

and if you didnt notice this fact at all. that means i did a GOOD JOB!! cause its SUPPOSED TO BLEND IN SEAMLESSLY!!

yknow. its the moment hawkeye fell head-over-heels. and bj too, maybe. so ofc i had to include it in the chapter where they finally Kiss. they havent worked it all out yet yeah but. cmon. i cant just not. my options were to either have one of them reference it directly [im bad at that, and would be ham-fisted], or do this insane strat. and i picked the worst option. fuckin Knaves i hate you rudyard kipling for this and other reasons

also; shouted out in the ao3 endnotes but ill do it here to all sneaky-like, shout out to serpercival for both motivating me to put trapper in this chapter via loving the guy a lot and for letting me use their marvelous brain to pick out some subtle nods to Trapper John MD. i dont wanna @ people but hehe i can still link their page >:]

anyway: the painting peg talks abt being erin's favourite is California Spring, as she says, and here it is

folks i can finally use this meme i made back before i even finished chapter 4

shoutout to this video for being great to have in the bg underneath my sad love music to really set the scene. Loon moment

if you liked how papa Daniel Pierce acted in this, good! hes based off my childhood best friend's mom! she was very intimidating and always had this serious look on her face but the very first time i went over to their house she went 'psst. [best friend]. hball. come over here my husband is gonna come up the stairs and you should jump out and scare him' within the first 20 minutes!!

so basically hes stern/serious/intimidating [formal letters, the kind of man to not want to worry his son, idk just feels right] but goofy as shit and its all a facade [had hawkeye so he gotta be a lil silly, dinner table talk in Sons and Bowlers]

if you liked how i described hawkeye's childhood home GOOD!! i was describing my grandmother's house the whole time and you didnt even know. that ugly sofa is a thing my grandpa did. get pranked. always draw on experience when possible folks

i plan to have the next chapter out two days from now. THREE at the LATEST. and tomorrow i plan to publish the next Operating in Limbo chapter ~sometime~ before midnight [my time. central time.], or like 1am at the latest since i can stay up late tomorrow. unless the Troubles.

reward for scrolling this far; my saga of proto-names being shit like 'ooga booga' continues in the form of this being the working title for the Big Conversation chapter;

[emcapi-gaming]

this fic has been a WIP for - *checks creation date* TWO AND A HALF YEARS

[pancake-breakfast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008), Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Depression, Parent Death, Mild Gore, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Poverty, Radiation Sickness, Gritty, Angst and Feels, Angst and Drama, Accents, Vash Can Purge His Blood Alcohol Content, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Mentioned Rem Saverem, Mentioned Millions Knives (Trigun), People of Noman's Land, Loss of Parent(s), Mild Blood, Sexual Assault Threat, Vash Gives People Good Advice He Forgets to Follow Himself, What Even Are Thoma Anyhow?, Vash is Just a Silly Goofy Traumatized Guy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sort Of, it's trigun these things are complicated Series: Part 9 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

“If you have anything you want to say to your brother," said Vash, "now’s probably your last chance to say it.”

“I… I can’t.” Jessom collapsed to his knees in the sand. “It were my fault, all of it. I can’t go…. How can I….”

Vash grabbed Jessom by the collar, hauling him to his feet and looking him dead in the eye. “You must! He’s your brother, and he loves you, and he knows you didn’t do this on purpose! It’s not your fault! You didn’t know!”

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Vash goes to check up on an old friend, but that friend isn't doing so hot.

A story of those who've lost their way, and the people that are trying to help them find it again.

A short story (that got a bit out of hand) for Drabble December Prompt 9: Next Year..., Prompt 13: Secrets, and two free prompts

[wickedhawtwexler]

i will not be meeting my nanowrimo goal for the month and i'm ok with that 💅

[seaoafthoughts]

ok so we’re at 4.5k. u know this is what hell looks like

[pierogipete]

finished editing chapter 33 to post tomorrow. gonna get ready for my fiance's 'successful defense' party, then try to respond to comments while i have time. i'm a little nervous about the chapter i'm posting tomorrow, so time to look at everyone's nice messages first haha

[whumpy-wyrms]

if i don’t finish chapter 11 by the end of tonight i give you all permission to yell at me until i do