#I will need a beta for the next chapter

[ohno-the-sun]

Newest Luca au chapter is out early.

It’s a bit info dumpy so I apologize for that

[kayzero]

hello, fellow zero escape fans, i need your help with something

i’m trying to explore the world of vlr, an Earth ravaged by Radical-6, and how such a world might change Sigma Klim so drastically from pervy unserious college kid to one of the greatest omnidisciplinary scientists that has ever or will ever exist

but i don’t know everything, or even a lot of things, so i don’t know what topics to explore. but i am Very Good at rationalizing things i know very little about.

this is where you come in. please send me comments, reblogs, DMs, and asks with topics to write about from the POV of Sigma Klim. anything will do as long as it relates to the VLR timeline in some way, but more specifically i’m looking for things that fit in these three categories:

What Went Wrong (micro, local events, reports from crash keys. e.g. perception of free the soul cult rallies from ‘crazy rambling asshole’ to ‘prophetic messiah’)

What Changed (macro, global events, e.g. antimatter bombs and rhizome construction)

What Sigma Learned (science stuff of all sizes, as minor as clockwork as dexterity exercises or as major as robotic prosthesis)

[muffinlance]

Re-read of Little Zuko Book One: complete

In-Jokes: re-uploaded to my brain

Book Two Outline: (very) rough draft complete

Am I Using This To Procrastinate On My Other Writing Projects: absolutely

[deiaiko]

#1.1 Arrival

Bam woke up frantically. His heart was beating out of control, his hair was damp with sweat, and his shirt stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He couldn’t remember if he was having a nightmare or not, but… seeing that Khun was still missing from his side of the bed, it might as well be one.

It had been days since Khun went missing. Bam might've gone insane from sleep deprivation alone.

Yes. That must’ve been it. He didn't recognize the ceiling he was looking at, and the bed felt different…had he even been sleeping on a bed?

He didn't feel any restraints or killing intentions, so this was unlikely to be a kidnapping. But the unfamiliarity did ring an alarm in his head, awakened him as if his body had been doused in cold water.

Oh, wait. He recognized this room; this was the dorm on the second floor. Come to think of it…the dream…what was it again? God? Something about sending him to another timeline because Khun was also sent there? Because he asked to find their missing friends?

Bam closed his eyes and willed himself to focus with the little sleep he had. He felt some familiar presence in the building, and that was all he needed to know to be convinced that he was really back in time. A surge of relief filled his heart, but anxiety was quick to follow.

He stumbled to the bathroom and saw how unsightly he looked in the mirror, hair tangled and eyebags pronounced. He needed to fix that before he showed himself to anyone outside. After all, Khun had drilled into him that first impressions were important.

He had just finished putting on his makeup when someone knocked on his door. He already had a guess on who it could be judging by their shinsu presence, but it still surprised him to actually see everyone when he opened his door.

"Ah–"

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[leftdestiny-posts]

I think there is a chance that I ruined my series for some people because we made the foreshadowing/hints too obscure... I might actually need to release the last 3 chapters in one go or people will be like ?????

[meya-lily-writes]

Chapter 2 (technically 3) of The Perek Flower and the Meya Lily

Summary: Garak joins Omaara for breakfast. Omaara meets someone new.

[emilianadarling]

WIP update -- ‘warrior’ ch 10 and epilogue are at 13.5k written, 1.5k outline left to flesh out. Of that 15k, about 10k is beta read.

It’s getting so close, but not quite. Almost there.

I was hoping that ‘warrior’ would be complete by March 1 before new canon aired, but due to RL work pressures it’s going to be a few more days before Chapter 10 and epilogue will be ready for posting. 💖💔 

In the meantime, I’ve blacklisted “the mandalorian” and “mandalorian” on tumblr, and have muted the DinLuke server in an attempt to avoid expectation spoilers. Hoping to get this final installment out as soon as possible so I can relax once again.

Almost there.............................

[laundrybiscuits]

The first chapter of purify our misfit ways is now up on AO3, encompassing almost all the content posted to tumblr.

I’ve edited and expanded it a bit more heavily than usual, because I wrote a lot of the first draft while exhausted and miserably sipping an overpriced smoothie while killing six hours in my least favorite airport. Still sort of trying to figure out what I’m doing with this fic, so I may go back and edit it further, but I think it’s hit some kind of minimum threshold of acceptability and I basically wanted to overwrite the tumblr draft.

[bejeweledmp3]

ok so. good news and bad news regarding totp: bad news is i'm 90% sure i'm going to have to up the chapter count from five to six. good news is that if i do that chapter four is like. almost done

[thespacelizard]

DRAFT FIVE IS OFFICIALLY DONE AND HAS BEEN YEETED AT MY BETA. when will it return to me? who knows. however. HOWEVER. the book is in a Good Shape, imo, and i'm very excited about it.

this also means I'm going to share the title and (current, subject to editing) blurb with you all. behold, arc 4 (part one)!

The Perils of Wanting

Ashenivir accompanies Rizeth to the surface on his ‘sabbatical’ trip, leaving behind the demands of his mother and the restrictions of the Arcanum. The two find themselves in Waterdeep, meeting new friends and old—friends with a better understanding of the dynamic between the two than most. As they journey together, Ashenivir’s feelings for Rizeth grow harder to ignore, and although he doesn’t know it, Rizeth is also struggling with his desire to be close to his Ra’soltha in more than just the bedroom. But submission and romance do not work together, this Rizeth knows, and suffering in silence is better than the alternative. As for Ashenivir, how can he possibly tell his Master he’s in love with him, when clearly Rizeth doesn’t feel the same?

(paging @foxboyclit @exe-cutivebird @britta-ashcroft because this is relevant to your interests)

[ashlingiswriting]

i love do i know you? oh my fucking god youre writing is so amazing and i love your metaphors and the fucking cliffhanger you left it at??? jail!!!! please add me to the taglist because i am OBSESSED with this fic oh my godddd marry me right now

@fromirkwood 🥹 i've read this comment so many times over. THANK YOU! yes ofc i'll add you to the taglist!

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Crampy. Bored. High. How's everyone else's Friday evening going?

[orcelito]

hmmm

maybe i need to not do this tonight after all

[zumicho]

BRACE YOURSELF MITCH

𝗰𝘄: mentions of cheating, slight angst

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When was the last time you stood up? Your legs were beginning to grow numb, knees sore and tingly against the ground as you hunched before the synthetic glow of a laptop screen. A long emptied energy drink can sat dormant on your lap, forgotten in the swarm of schemes that bounced around the walls excitedly in Suna’s bedroom. 

Suna was beside you, feverishly penning down what was happening. It was a neatly lined table: the first column was for names, the second for dates, and the third for offenses. 

The name of your ex-boyfriend. October 31st. Cheated on you with your friend.

The name of your friend. October 31st. Hooked up with your ex-boyfriend.

The name of Suna’s old roommate. June 17th. Took the cash out of his wallet and ran.

The name of a girl you hardly knew. February 5th. Keyed Suna’s new rustbucket for parking in “her spot.”

“Think that’s enough to start off?” He peered up at you groggily, flexing out his spent fingers with a wince. You nodded, eyes trailing the list of thirty or so names, “More than enough.” Of the names were people who had wronged you, who had wronged your friends, who had wronged friends of friends and their friends, too. It was practically untraceable. 

Suna sniffed, thinking, then scooted next to you to examine his laptop screen, “Smart.” 

You felt yourself flush at the subtle praise, chalking it up to the unreasonable amount of caffeine in your system, then glanced back at your work. “Well,” you murmured sheepishly, “At sight was taken.” 

Rintaro rolled his eyes, a lethargic shrug following, “Dumb name, anyways, sounds too romantic.” You snickered, “What? I thought it was a good play on words. Like love at first sight, just, not…love.” You both chuckled dryly at this, slightly delusional with exhaust. It was hard to make time for this, it was even harder to plan this, and the execution was no easy feat, either. 

“I like this name you picked better. Sounds kinda confrontational, ya’know?” 

You licked your lips, then snapped impatiently, a queue for him to hand you the extensive list in handwriting only you seemed to be able to read at that point.

“Chicken scratch.” You muttered, earning a groan from him as his watchful eyes ensured you typed every word to a tee. 

Suna was your best friend. Suna was the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The apple of your eye. The only person you think, no, you know would ever want to take things this far.

It was a little past four in the morning by the time you finished, sighing in satisfaction as he rubbed your back, “Nice.”

You turned to face him, the tips of your noses inches apart; how many times had you been this close on his floor? Too many to count, surely, but why did it feel so different lately? Especially in that moment as you both dove headfirst into your favorite secret you ever will keep. The secret you’d keep in the years to come. 

“Is this a bad idea?” You mumbled abashedly, balling your sweaty palm. Suna’s expression lightened and he shrugged once more for the umpteenth time, “Maybe, but…” he clicked his tongue in thought, “we’ve wanted this for a while.”

It’s decided. You nod. This is a very good bad idea, indeed. 

Turning back to the computer, you mashed around on the keyboard, deft fingers pressing at the clacking mouse on the floor, “Okay,” you sighed. “It’s live.”

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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀:

✱ "THEY DID IT!!! THEY SAID THE THING!!!!" ass moment

✱ formal apology to anyone i may have unintentionally (it was slightly intentional) led to believe that they murdered someone, or, that one person who thought they were vampires (I liked that theory the best)

✱ y/n and suna are no strangers to controversy

✱ spiteful bitches who match each other's toxic freak

𝗮/𝗻: hehe sorry this is a bit late. everything is about to go to shit. also ree (who is unfortunately not here to see it, fly high!) and i looked up the actual onsight.com and it was a python coding wtv the fuck...starting a gofundme for me to buy the domain /j

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[total-serene560]

Resisting the urge to post as I write is so hard.

[stray-crow]

since i've been (unintentionally) jumpin around with the order of Shaking Kevin in a Bottle, i decided to do some planning/mapping of the story's chapters with the scenes i wrote and i'm kinda giggly over these WIP chapter titles that just came to me: