#I’m unfucking a wip

[emeraldcreeper]

They should make rubber ducks but online and not talking out loud and not judgy because I wrote scenes like 3 times and must reconcile them together and paste chunks from separate files into the main final draft file, I should probably be finishing a different fic that’s the same way but longer, but I’m not doing that I’m doing this massive monster of an unrelated chapter for a different fic with the same niche and kinky basis

wahoo

[voxofthevoid]

Anniversary Poll 2: The Unfucking

Made the poll one day instead of one week in the OG post. Bad idea. I know my followers' habits, for one, and for another, there's no need to hurry for January plans. Here, the text of the original post reproduced:

So, it’s my two-year anniversary in the JJK fandom—specifically, writing for JJK. On 19th November 2022, around two weeks after finishing the anime and then devouring the manga in an uncharacteristic frenzy, I snapped further and wrote 2517 words for (you’ll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become.

I have, somehow, not gotten any less insane about JJK! I don’t know if I’ll make a whole third year here; that’s only happened with one fandom—the MCU. Regardless, two years is still more than I figured I’d spend here. My average length of stay is one year, barely. But between canon gripping me by the balls and my readers being absolute gems, here I fucking am ✨

Anyway, I’m not doing anything insane to celebrate, mostly because my usual method of letting y'all pick what I should write next won’t work when my current WIP is 80k and only halfway done. Instead, here’s a poll for which fic I should start posting next, once a slot in my current six-fic system frees up—specifically, your resistance, prophetic self-destruction will be done in December. I did have plans for what I’d post in its slot afterward, but let’s forget that.

You pick.

Unlike the last similar poll, I’ve included all my fics this time, not just the longfics. My fem!Gojou fic isn’t included because I intend to post it in December. That other train groping fic with age reversal is also not in the poll because I still may revisit that and add the remaining planned chapters.

Fic titles and one-line summaries are given under the cut, in the same order as in the poll:

your body language on me tells me to be unholy

How not to take your teenage student’s virginity, a live demonstration by Gojou Satoru.

i could keep your bed warm, otherwise i'm useless

There's a fine line between gods and monsters. The line between a monster's malice and a god's love is even finer. Yuuji learns this twice over.

break my patience, corrupt my sacred art

Gojou comes home drunk and proceeds to wage war on Yuuji’s sanity and dick.

the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)

Satoru loves a boy to death. Yuuji comes back wrong.

taking the flesh is the only virtue

Stress and trauma trigger Yuuji’s rut a few years too early. Kento’s too kind for his own good, while Satoru’s too curious for anyone’s good.

bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask

Yuuji has a type. Unfortunately, his uncle and his teacher embody that type.

the brute fact of flesh awaiting our teeth

Satoru embarks on a quest to seduce her hot giant of a teacher and continuously bites off more than she can chew.

(the euphoric taste of your tears) swallow it, darling

Yuuji is an unconventional teacher. Satoru still learns, for better or for worse.

[mysterioussinkhole]

UPS FUCKED MY SHIT UP SO NOW I EDIT

Hi. UPS fucked up my PC and I have to buy a new one, but I have just moved to a new city to escape anti-trans legislation and my job does not start paying me for another month. SO:

Have a WIP you need beta-read? A class paper that you’ve looked at for so long that it no longer makes sense? A first draft novel in need of a review before being sent out?

Hi! I’m Lee/mysterioussinkhole and I can help. I’m an honors English/Creative Writing graduate and an experienced editor who can help unfuck your shit. For just $0.005 per word, I can copy edit, leave detailed editorial comments, and provide suggestions for changes.

DM for further info

[swaps55]

WIP Wednesday

@joasakura and @vhenadahls were curious about the thermal clip meta, so here is a rough snippet from the relevant scene that combines heat sink lore with body autonomy struggles. :D

~

Garrus clears his throat. “So, Korlus.”

Shepard stares daggers at his tray, stabs at the potato heap, then jerks his hand back like it stung him. He inhales deep through his nose before focusing on Garrus. “Korlus. We reach orbit tomorrow afternoon. I want the two of you and our newest recruit down there with me. Taylor, how are things coming with unfucking the heat sinks on my guns?”

Taylor shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “About that. Ah, look, Commander, I know the detachable heat sink is new to you—”

Shepard’s expression darkens. “I saw plenty of it with the geth.”

“Yes, sir, but there’s a reason all the weapons manufacturers are following the geth’s lead with thermal clips. It’s a more efficient system.”

Shepard sets the fork down with the air of someone deliberately ejecting an ammo block. “I don’t recall the geth ever getting the better of me.”

“Well, they got the better of everyone on Eden Prime, didn’t they?”  

Garrus and Joker exchange glances.

Uh oh.

Shepard glowers. Taylor mistakes it as an invitation to continue.

“Look, it’s simple force multiplication. I can change out a thermal clip and get back to firing in a fraction of the time it takes for an internal sink to vent. Can’t shrug off that kind of edge when ground skirmishes are won by whoever puts more bullets downfield.”

Garrus gives Shepard an uneasy look. He’s been hearing the debate over thermal clips for so long it hadn’t occurred to him Shepard missed all of it.

Within six months of the attack, C-Sec had struck a deal with Elkoss Combine to replace every weapon in their arsenal with detachable heatsink models over the next three years. A military as large as the Hierarchy would be lucky if they could cycle out the internal sinks within a decade, and Garrus imagines the Alliance is in a similar position. Too expensive, too much of a logistical nightmare. But smaller, well-funded private militias like Cerberus have already thrown billions of credits at it, and weapons manufacturers are making a killing. Half the weapons showing up on Omega are high-tech rifles whose only sin is an internal heat sink. Gianna Parisini is probably having the time of her life with the massive spike in corporate espionage from everyone clamoring to corner the market.

But Taylor’s right. Time spent waiting for a sink to vent is time for kinetic shields to recharge. Hell, Shepard had even said as much in one of their first debriefs after Therum, and Garrus had yet to see a gun Shepard couldn’t figure out and master on the fly. He might be the most adaptable person Garrus has ever met.

What’s going on here?

“Thank you for the lesson on small arms combat,” Shepard says, fist clenched so tight his knuckles are white. “But every fucking weapon on this ship has a proprietary sink, which creates a logistics nightmare on the ground. I’m not getting caught with a gun that won’t fire because I ran out of clips.”

Taylor makes a frustrated sound. “What are the odds of that? With dreadnoughts and orbital bombardments, infantry wars are a thing of the past. You know better than anyone ground insertions are about speed and precision. Everything we’re doing on this ship is get in, get out. When’s the last time you needed to recharge your suit battery or replace an ammo block in the field?”

“Torfan."

No one speaks. Joker stands a fork in his protein, covers it in the potatoes, and scoops some green-colored vegetable balls on top.

Eventually, Taylor sighs. “Yeah. Well.”

Shepard leans forward. “You wanted me exactly how I was, except you keep trying to fuck with who I was. So let’s refocus our efforts, shall we? Tomorrow I am dropping on Korlus with a gun that has an internal sink, and if you can’t make that happen I’ll find someone who can.”

[just-emis-blog]

WIP Wednesday tag

Thank you to the really cool @fractured-shield for the tag! As always I am little late to the party, but hopefully it's ok that I am posting this wee snippet from my WIP this fine Friday morning 😊

Rules: Pick a WIP. Post something about it. On a Wednesday. Or whenever

Emphasis on the "whenever", apparently 👀 I'll do better next time, promise!

Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Artificial Bonds

...When he had reassured his father for the hundredth time that he did not need him to drop him off at his new job; like it was his first day of preschool or some shit, good lord. Blake had then scrambled to think of who in his friend group he could bare/afford to let know that he would soon be working at some menial, dead-end, service-joint alongside unfuckable poor people (Ugh). He came up blank, sadly. Unsurprisingly. But it was getting down to the wire, time was running out, and he really didn’t want to chance an Uber or Taxi driver recognizing him, so in a fit of desperation he had scrolled through his oldest contacts. Among the sea of restaurants, doctor offices, and disconnected numbers was Lysander Park. Blake tapped the name and opened the text chain. The last message was from Andy, inviting him to go Karaoking with him and his family. Blake had not responded. The date of the message said it was five months old. Blake winced, bodily, thumbs hovering over the keyboard; the glowing, blank white space as accusatory as it was inviting. After typing and erasing his request several times - going from apologetic to casual to pleading to casual again - Blake sent him the text. The response was almost immediate. Sure! :), it read, like those five months of silence didn’t exist. Like the messages before it didn’t have similar, insultingly long gaps in conversation. Just a “sure” and grandma’s first emoticon. No follow up questions. It was lucky as hell. It was purely…inexplicable. Almost as inexplicable as turning up in an unknown house with no clue as to how you got there. “…or I swear I’m calling the cops man, I’m not fucking around!” “Oh no sir, I truly believe that you are not fucking around wholeheartedly! And I will definitely get out of your hair just as soon as I grab my friend, I promise.” “How many times do I have to tell your dumbass that your stupid friend isn’t here!?” Figuring that he was about to be down a friend and a ride in one go if he let this little standoff continue, Blake rocked his body from side to side to build momentum, then slowly hucked himself until he was steadily rolling - his carcass breaching past some kind of curtain and beyond, until the dizziness from the movement won and he flopped spread eagled onto a scratchy rug. He groaned pathetically. Between his eyeballs burning from the sudden exposure to daylight and the spinning ceiling, the idea of going back to sleep where he lay was sounding pretty great right now - his new job, Andy, Lindsay and Man be damned. Before he could give into that tantalizing temptation, Blake hurled his torso up into a sitting position. And maybe it was a little more zombie-like than intended, because Lindsay screamed a shrill scream, reserved especially for when a hungover stranger rolled out from underneath a bed unexpectedly.

tagging @drchenquill @mk-writes-stuff @leahnardo-da-veggie @daisywords @the-ellia-west + anyone else who peeps this bad boy :D

[farahsamboolents]

WIP Wednesday Weekend

i got tagged (ish? i'm counting it :P) by @shares-a-vest in this, and a) i forever wanna share what i'm writing, i genuinely LOVE these tag games and b) maybe the yay squishy feelings from people interacting w my post will unfuck my writers block, so IM DOIN IT YAAA

Rules:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

My WIPS:

On The Mundane (Sarge Series)

LET'S DO THE TIME LOOP AGAIN

Broken Crown

The Will Camping Fic (Sarge Series)

The "what if Eddie was only on the periphery of S4?"

Snippet: so this one was actually supposed to be for a birthday... in may... but the writers block did the writers block thing, and also chronic illness and other life stuff, blah blah blah. anyway, Deanna, look away. Anyhow so this is from the "On The Mundane" fic, which is really just a collection of mundane lil one shots from my Sarge Series :) Y'know, the kind of thing that isn't gon be big enough to be a fic fic, but lil minor updates on their lives. Here ya go:

~

“Hey, I heard a loud noise. You okay in here, dude?” He said.

“Just peachy!” Said Robin, trying not to voice the irritation she felt.

“Is Steve okay?”

Robin froze.

“I heard the window, man, you know you guys don’t have to hide from me, right? I’m cool.” Argyle frowned. “You don’t think I’m like, a prude or anything, right? I’m not gonna tell anybody’s mom.”

“Uh. No. There’s just nobody here, just me and the open window, because it’s cold, I mean hot, my room was just stuffy, so I wanted the window open to make it colder. That’s all.”

“But I heard the fire escape?”

“Neighbour has a fat cat.”

“We’re not allowed to have pets.”

“We’re also not allowed to smoke weed.”

Argyle shrugged, turning back around. “Show me the fat cat next time, I wanna pet it.”

“I’ll try. It’s shy.”

He closed the door closed behind him.

Robin rolled to her side and peered underneath the bed, meeting Vickie’s sparkling eyes and shining smile.

~

Ta-daaaaaaaa okay this was fun, I tag @dreamwatch (thank u for tagging me last time), @eddiequinns, and @atmilliways :D and also anyone else who wants to do it, i genuinely love love love these things.

[rightanglepro]

I just got the dashboard unfucker because I absolutely hate the new Twitter-ifyed Instagram-ifyed Tumblr desktop layout... and it looks like it’s no longer “experimental”; Tumblr staff are pushing through, despite the overwhelming backlash from their own userbase, in hopes that maybe they’ll make the Twitter migrants happy by appeasing to their lack of brain cells when it comes to learning a new layout-- something literally any tumblr user has done whenever they first used the site.

Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. The dashboard unfucker is awesome, I love independent open-source developers so much for being able to fix things at the drop of a hat that corporations refuse to. It was so weird to refresh the page and see the real dashboard again... it felt like coming home after a few weeks on an unrestful vacation.

@staff @changes @wip, I just want you to know that I’m disappointed. You could have done better (by not doing at all. you did not have to fix a not-broken UI. instead, you replaced it with a broken one).

[trollbreak]

Wip bones wizard would unfuck my spine for free bc I’m hurty and also to see what would happen. Maybe charge me one of my wisdom teeth for it but yk just casual bones wizard things.

[winderlylandchime]

WIP Folder Game

Tagged by @lostcol (how many fandoms have we been in now? to quote our favorite “there is no such thing as enough” …)

you know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP file 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.

(To be honest, I’m only now getting back to writing fic and my WIP/ideas folder got some spring cleaning so… yeah… )

“Maybe Unfuckably Nice”

“Attachment Theory”

“Mundane Fic”

“The Therapist and the Bookkeeper”

So, yeah, send me asks about these if you want to and, who knows, maybe I’ll actually write something in 2023. A girl can dream…

I don’t know who hasn’t been tagged so if that’s you, please jump in!

[minkhollow42]

WIP Wednesday strikes back

Or, taking advantage of "Something in us, going wrong" to do some light unfucking of Yusuke's intro arc:

“Are you sure this is… truly necessary?”

The only door in Madarame’s atelier with a lock on it is a perfect match to the Baroque-monstrosity peacock door blocking the way in his Palace, so yes, Ann’s completely sure about this.  But she can’t just tell Kitagawa that, and there’s no one else here to back her up - Morgana figured it was better to have a larger team in the Palace to deal with getting the door open, and she’s respecting Haru’s choice to not get involved.

“You promised we’d try this after I posed for a while, and I’ve done that,” she says instead. (Not that Kitagawa made any progress at all, or sounded very enthusiastic about the pose they discussed before he started, which says a lot in itself.) “Besides, this is a chance for you to be proven right.  Maybe he is just a kind old man with the world’s worst case of artists’ block - which it’s still not your job to fix for him, but we can work on that later - and all we’ll find in here is his bedroom.”

But even without the Palace, Ann would doubt that.  Why only give one room in the entire building a lock?  What if Kitagawa wanted privacy?  Has he ever actually had that in his life?

“That’s true,” Kitagawa allows, “but how do you plan to deal with the lock when we don’t have the key?  Sensei keeps it with him at all times.”

Ann pulls a bobby pin out of her hair.  “Admittedly, I’m a little out of practice, since my parents haven’t really tried locking me out of anything since I was twelve.  But I should be able to pull it off with plenty of time to spare.”

“If you say so.  What were your parents trying to lock you out of?”

“Craft room.  One too many overenthusiastic fashion shows with stuff they needed for work.”  Their main objection had been that Ann was too young to understand she had to put things away again after pulling everything out of the closet.

Picking the lock takes longer than she’d like; technically they’re not on a time limit, as Kitagawa isn’t expecting Madarame back until after dark, but she’d still rather not be caught in the act.  They both startle at noises outside the house more than once.  Eventually, though, the lock falls open in her hands, and she grins.  “Got it.  So, wanna see what your teacher’s so desperate to keep you away from?”

Kitagawa takes a deep breath, then nods.  “Yes.  If nothing else, I’d like to know what answers he owes me.”

[plumberrypudding]

UGH ty lovely mutuals for informing me that this is in fact just a thing now. at least it’s reassuring to know that i’m not the only one whose shit got fucked?? this majorly sucks ass tho and it is a terrible decision and @staff @changes @wip if you’re out there. if you can hear me. unfuck my dash.

ok is the snooze tumblr live setting just. not working for anyone else on mobile?? usually i can just turn it off and then back on and my dash resets and everything’s dandy, but now that’s not working at all. i tried turning it off, completely closing the app, reopening it, and then turning it back on and nothing happened.

plz if anyone knows how to fix this help me out 😭 i don’t want that shit

[everlune-evotide]

Incorrect Quotes Game Tag

I was tagged by @asher-writes! Thanks for the tag! 

Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

I tag anyone who wants to do this. Because I did way too many of these. 

characters are from several of my universes lol mostly from “Broken Resonance” and the unnamed series that takes place before that.

—

Jerecho: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Jasper: You and me!!!

Jerecho, tearing up: Okay.

—

Jasper (who is dyslexic): petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday 

Jerecho: Wednesay 

Jasper: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

—

Jasper: A theif. 

Jerecho: Thief? 

Jasper: Theif. 

Jerecho: I before E, except after C. 

Jasper: Thceif. 

Jerecho: No.

—

Brass: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Jerecho: Brass, you don't have bad luck. 

Jerecho: The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

—

Jasper, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Mercy, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

—

Brass: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Sterling, not looking up from his book: Spear.

Brass: BLOCKED.

—

Brass: Raegan! My face is on fire!

Raegan: Brass! Are you ok?!

Brass: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Raegan: But your face is on fire.

Brass: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

—

Jasper: Okay, help me please!

Mercy: Got two words for you.

Jasper: I bet they won't be helpful.

Mercy: Your problem.

Jasper: I was right

—

Jasper: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Sterling: Several traffic violations.

Jerecho: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Brass: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Mitch: Also, that’s not our car.

—

Jasper: You're a loose cannon, Echo. 

Jerecho: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? 

Sterling: I think you play by your own rules. 

Mitch: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken. 

Jasper: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. 

Jerecho: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Brass is a loose cannon. 

Brass: *smashes a chair*

—

Sterling: Anyone d- 

Jerecho: Depressed? 

Mitch: Drained? 

Brass: Dumb? 

Jasper: Disliked? 

Sterling: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people …

—

Jerecho: I’m an idiot.

Jasper:

Brass:

Mitch:

Sterling:

Jerecho:

Jasper: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

—

Raegan: Why are Jasper and Jerecho sitting with their backs to each other?

Brass: They had a fight.

Raegan: Then why are they holding hands?

Brass: They get sad when they fight.

—

Brass: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? 

Jerecho: The car takes a screenshot. 

Mitch: For the last time, get the fuck out.

—

Brass: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? 

Mitch: You’re a hazard to society 

Jerecho: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

—

Brass: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Jasper: Brass no.

Jerecho: Mistlefoe.

Jasper: Please stop encouraging him.

—

Jerecho: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. 

Sterling: Wasn't Jasper with you? 

Jasper: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

—

Sterling: You have to apologize to Jasper 

Mercy: Fine. 

Mercy: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

—

Mercy, pointing: May I sit there? 

Mitch: That's my lap 

Mercy: That doesn't answer my question, Mitchell.

—

Jerecho: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Jasper: Okay.

Jerecho: And make out during the scary parts.

Jasper: Th-

Jasper: The scary parts.

Jasper: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

—

Jerecho: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Jasper: Echo, that's a coma.

Jerecho: Sounds festive.

—

Jasper: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life 

Jerecho: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? 

Jasper: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. 

Brass: edible

—

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Person Mercy* 

Mercy: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

—

Jasper: You often use humor to deflect trauma 

Jerecho: Thank you 

Jasper: I didn't say that was a good thing 

Jerecho: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

—

Jasper: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. 

Brass: What if it bites me and it dies!? 

Mercy: Then you’re poisonous. Learn to listen. 

Mitch: What if it bites itself and I die? 

Jerecho: That’s voodoo. 

Brass: What if it bites me and someone else dies? 

Sterling: That’s correlation, not causation. 

Mitch: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? 

Jerecho: That’s kinky. 

Jasper: Oh my gosh. 

—

Jasper: Dumbest scar stories, go! 

Sterling: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. 

Mercy: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. 

Brass: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. 

Mitch: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. 

Jerecho: 

Jerecho: I have emotional scars.

—

Mercy: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? 

Mitch: >:O language 

Jasper: Yeah watch your fucking language 

Brass: OKAY WHO TAUGHT JASPER THE FUCK WORD? 

Jerecho: 'The fuck word'. 

Sterling: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time 

Jasper: Oh my gosh he censored it 

Jerecho: Say fuck, Sterling. 

Jasper: Do it, Sterling. Say fuck.

—

'Can I copy the homework?'

Sterling: I can help you with it! 

Jasper: Yeah, sure. 

Jerecho: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. 

Raegan: lol nope. 

Brass: Wait, we had homework?!?!?! 

Mercy: *Read 5:55pm*

—

Aiko: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? 

Anastasia: Rude. 

Kristofer: That’s fair. 

Kadence: Not again. 

Anthem: Are you going to want this back?

—

Kadence: Where are you going?

Anastasia: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

—

Anastasia: Am I in trouble?

Kadence: Take a guess.

Anastasia: No?

Kadence: Take another guess.

—

Kristofer: Am I going too far? 

Kadence: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison

—

Kadence: How do I deal with my enemies?

Kristofer: Kill them

Kadence: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Anastasia: Kill them only a little?

—

Anastasia: I made tea.

Anthem: I don’t want tea.

Anastasia: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Anthem: Then why are you telling me?

Anastasia: It is a conversation starter.

Anthem: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Anastasia: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

—

Kadence: *Screams* 

Anthem: *Screams louder to assert dominance* 

Anastasia: Should we do something?! 

Kristofer, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

—

Anastasia: Is stabbing someone immoral? 

Kristofer: Not if they consent to it. 

Anthem: Depends who you’re stabbing. 

Kadence: YES?!?

—

Anthem, tending to Anastasia's wounds: How would you rate your pain? 

Anastasia: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

—

Anastasia: I was arrested for being too cool.

Anthem: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

—

Kadence: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. 

Anastasia: That's why I carry two swords.

—

Kristofer: Someone will die.

Kadence: Of fun!

—

Kristofer: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? 

Anastasia: I'm a knife. 

Anthem, from across the room: She’s the little spoon.

—

*Kristofer and Anastasia sitting in jail together*

Anastasia: So who should we call?

Kristofer: I’d call Kadence, but I feel safer in jail.

—

Anastasia: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Anthem: I do have a sense of humor you know

Anastasia: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Anthem: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

—

Kristofer: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. 

Kadence: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! 

Anastasia: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! 

Anthem: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. 

Kristofer: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

—

Axel, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. 

Des: But – that’s just a trash can. 

Axel: It sure is!

—

Axel: What is your biggest weakness?

Des: I can be uncooperative.

Axel: Okay, can you give me an example?

Des: No.

—

Axel: Des and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- 

Des: Sentences. 

Axel: Don't interrupt me.

—

Logan: This is such a bad idea.

Axel: Then why are you coming along?

Logan: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

—

Shane: Is something burning?

Raelynn: Just my love for you.

Shane: Rae, the toaster is on fire.

—

Cassi, whispering to Axel, who’s on the phone with Des: Ask her something!

Axel: How are you feeling?

Des: Fine.

Cassi: Something personal!

Axel: At what age did you first get your period?

—

Mackenzie: I think we're missing something. 

Rebel: Teamwork? 

Dakota: Cohesion? 

Xander: A general sense of what we’re doing?

—

Mackenzie, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Dakota, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Rebel, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Xander, trembling: What are we playing

—

Xander: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. 

Dakota: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

—

Mackenzie: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? 

Xander: Oh, I’m always running 

Xander: The question is from what

[mysterioussinkhole]

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[burningdarkfire]

WIP wednesday! this is from the scifi shadowgast AU, based heavily off of arkady martine’s a memory called empire, that i’ve been working on the past couple of weeks. essek is a newly-arrived ambassador in rexxentrum, beauregard is his cultural liaison, and caleb is the consecuted soul at the back of essek’s mind along for the ride:

The two of them have settled again into a wary détente - their conversation yesterday evening ended with each of them ceding very little to the other - but since they seem to mutually agree it is best to keep the beacon-machine allegedly on his person entirely secret at this dinner, he keeps only a lightly suspicious eye on her.

If she wanted to kill or harm us to take it, she could have done it a hundred times over by now, Caleb says helpfully. Essek isn't quite fond of Caleb's dismal assessment of their combat abilities, and tells him so, but must reasonably agree.

"I like you," Beauregard says bluntly, her hand on the doorknob of Essek's apartment. "Let's not fuck this up."

"I would prefer this all remains unfucked," Essek agrees. He meets Beauregard's eyes and nods to her, and she flashes him a sharp smile in understanding. The previous evening was a blunt reminder, perhaps, that their friendship is inevitably complicated by their own loyalties to their own homes - but Essek is content to let this alliance continue to serve for as long as possible, and it seems she feels the same.

it’s ticked over to a word count of roughly 12k so far with more still to come - my rough estimate is a final count of 15k, but hey, my first estimate was 12k and clearly already wrong, so 🤷

i’ve rarely worked on more than one fic at a time for critical role, but i'm finding this one particularly tricky to get through so i also started writing yet another domestic smutty fic for shadowgast. not sure that one will get anywhere yet but that’s my full WIP wednesday update!

[ramblinganthropologist]

Shitty WIP shot. I was just trying to get the joints in place. Tomorrow I’m going to try to unfuck the legs and hands. Apart from that I give up this is the best i can fucking do I guess. Look at 15 years of fucking work...

[writingsfromspace]

Incorrect Quote Tag Game

Tagged by @splinter-cat, thank you!

Rules: use this  quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters  from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

For The Stenotypist & the Dragonslayer!

Braenar, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Vitsorin: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Braenar: Orange soda, please! Vitsorin: I'll have the strawberry soda. Niu: Me too, strawberry soda. Braenar:

Niu: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Braenar: Niu no. Vitsorin: Mistlefoe. Braenar: Please stop encouraging them.

Braenar: You have to apologize to Niu Vitsorin: Fine. Vitsorin: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Braenar: How's the sexiest person here~? Vitsorin: I don't know, how is he~? Braenar, flustered: I- Niu, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Vitsorin: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold? Dunaë: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. Braenar: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. Dunaë: Good thinking.

Braenar: Dunaë, can I talk to you for a second? Dunaë: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Vits are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Braenar: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Braenar: Duna, I'm sad. Dunaë: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Vitsorin: Niu, I'm sad. Niu, nodding: mood.

Braenar: Is stabbing someone immoral? Vitsorin: Not if they consent to it. Niu: Depends who you’re stabbing. Dunaë: YES?!?

Tagging the usual suspects, let me know if you ever get tired of it lol @stories-by-rie @gwens-fiction @fixaidea @kudzupocalypse @sharraus @tracle0 @bookish-actor @honeyscript