#Idk if this fic will ever see the light of day...

[yesterdayiwrote]

Got tagged by @tyremanagementsupremacy & @russilton to post the last lines I wrote...

Except I haven't written anything for a while so take this snippet of the girl!george prequel that I accidentally wrote before the main fic...

George pulls gently at her top, a cropped tank top cut just above her navel. The Tommy Hilfiger band running around the lower hem frames the definition of her abs, perfectly exhibiting the fruits of her labour during another intense winter training itinerary. She feels good about the year ahead. Relaxed, refreshed and ready for what it might throw at her, providing they've finally got on top of their pace deficit.

She quickly rearranges her boobs through the cotton. It's too warm for a bra, and honestly, the top is giving her all the support she really needs. She flicks her fingers deftly across her nipples for good measure.

"Fucks sake Georgie, are you really giving yourself stiff nips for this?" Alex chuckles, his hand falling to his hip as he brandishes her phone impatiently in her direction. "I thought you were trying to discourage the creepy pervs?"

tagging @ohblimeygeorge and anyone else who wants to post (cos idk who is currently writing or whose already been tagged 🙈)

[mochindayo]

Oh, So much cat fur || L/A/DS Z/ayne x MC

I made an ao3 a bit ago. I've been a lurker on there since...idk...years, but. I'm going to uhh...i think post fics there too haha. may or may not see some crossposting. i'm being wild and it's also going to have regular fics (haha, that is if i decide i'm writing in the first place xD) there's one snz fic and one vanilla fic right now lol. Am i nervous? sure, but like- also i've lost it, idk. here we are. anyways. I'm so into LADS rn. here we are. i want to write more, but i always say that, write one thing, and disappear for another 5 months. maybe i'll change, who knows. I’m taking advantage of my motivation while I’ve got it rn

the portal, to...a fic in my ao3 lol. but i'll also put the fic here under the cut...because..why not?

Zayne, sneezing, because little kitty Zayne is choking on his own fur!!?? HUH!? OK SIR!?

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Zayne was always a neat and orderly person. It irked him that he was the cause of the copious amount of cat hair that was beginning to collect–on him and his furniture. 

Ever since the bizarre event that had left him with cat ears and a long, fluffy tail, he had been doing his best to maintain his cleanliness. This was lasting longer than he had wistfully hoped. 

He was shedding everywhere. 

The elegant strands of his midnight fur that adorned his cat features had begun piling up, turning his couch and sheets a grayish hue. He practically ate cat hair with every meal now. If anyone had a pet that shed, they would understand. 

Zayne had decided in order to lessen the amount of shed fur, he would brush his ears and tail three times a day. It was just about time to start his midday grooming session. He figured there should be enough time before you came over for lunch. 

Oftentimes, if you spent the evening with him–whether it was in his office or in his apartment–he would let you brush him. It was soothing. He would just melt into your touch. 

He got to work, grabbing his brush and finding a comfy space on the wood floors. 

How long has it been since he’s vacuumed? He admitted to himself, he had begun to slack on the cleaning. It had gotten exhausting keeping up with the amounts of sweeping he had to do everyday and becoming a cat has made him more prone to naps these days. Therefore, his floors were gaining quite the collection of cat fur. 

Zayne sighed slightly as he settled onto the floor in a cross legged position. However, no matter how gentle he sat down, it  hadn’t stopped him from stirring up the stray strands of fur into the air. He started on his 

With the precise motions of a surgeon, he ran the brush over his ears first. An attempt to ensure that each motion was controlled as to not let too much cat fur fly. The feeling was pleasant, he almost purred. 

Strands of his soft black fur detached from the brush, regardless of his attempts, drifting lazily through the air. 

He watched them float.

A small sigh left his lips. No matter how careful he was, the fur would go wherever it felt. The sun’s rays illuminated the fur flying through the air, accentuating how they floated gently before landing on his clothes, his floor–his face.

He gave a frustrated exhale from his nose, blowing the cat furs away from his nostrils. Then, he moved on to brushing his tail. He wasn’t a big fan of brushing his tail. It was a human scaled version of a maine coone’s tail, those of which were already long and fluffy. He swiftly moved the brush through his tail. Unlike his ears, this took more effort and these strands were more prone to flying wherever they felt like. 

More and more fur lifted into the air, curling in invisible trails around him. It was like a mini cloud of cat fur always hung around him. 

That’s when he felt it. 

A faint, miniscule tickle on the tip of his nose. It was hardly worth acknowledging at first. Just a light sensation that teased the edges of his sinuses. His nostrils gave a tiny twitch, and then nothing.

Zayne continued brushing, doing his best not to acknowledge any sensations on his face. This of course, scattered more fur into the air around him. Not that it could be helped. Still, he refused to give into the growing irritation, or acknowledge the way his breath had begun to catch. He was still in control. He could do this. 

He finally made it to the ends of his tail. The fullest, most luxurious part. It was beautiful, yet he cursed it. Although, you personally loved when he let you run your hands through it. He gave a few generous strokes, running the bristles through the fur with precision. 

More and more fur detached, swirled through the air, landing everywhere. 

His breath hitched. The tickle was beginning to settle in the back of his nose as he continued. He gave a particularly harsh tug on his next stroke as a knot had nestled itself deep in his fur. Big mistake on his end. A small plume of fur flew up into the air, curling directly into his face. He could feel each ticklish strand land on, around, and in his nose. The teased and tickled as he shakily inhaled. 

“No, no, n-nhh…I d-don’t– don’t need to snihHh–sneeze–” 

His nostrils flared, protesting the cat fur that tickled his nose. His breath hitched and stuttered, chest heaving. Fighting a losing battle, he finally raised his hand up to his nose. He wasn’t allergic to cat hairs, but his nose was quite sensitive to the touch. 

At last, his breath caught.

“Hhh–hh’Tscht!” He pinched the first sneeze off behind his fingers. It was refined and quiet, yet it did not relieve him from the tickle that plagued his nose. Before he had time to think, his nose protested once again, and suddenly once became six times.

“Heh-’Tcht! –eH’Tcht! N–tchtt! ‘Tch! ‘Tch! ‘tchhh!” Zayne wasn’t going to stop anytime soon if he didn’t release his nose to expel the cat fur, but habits kept him from doing so. “ahH–...s-so tickly..s-stuhHh’tcht!! ehH’Tcht! S-stupid cat f-fur’TCHT! ehH–’Tcht!” 

Each sneeze–albeit quite–harshly jerked his body and shook more cat fur into the air.

“Sh-hiH-iHt’Tgxt’ch! ah–Tchtt! hihH–heh’Tchht!” 

His body repeatedly betrayed him as his nose gave in to the itch–even as he fought to suppress them. Somewhere in the midst, he heard his door unlock. ‘Oh no, they’re here already. How long hahH– has it b-been?’ With all the commotion from his nose he had forgotten you were coming over. 

Soon, he heard the sound of your feet headed in his direction.

“Zayne? Are you… wh-what happened to you?” You tried to cover up your amusement by coughing to hide your laughter. Zayne tried his best to glare at you through his bleary eyes.

“T-too muhh’Tchh! hehH’TChh! Toomuchcatfur ahH–’TChh!!!” He stuttered out through the sneezes. “Hehh…I-I can’t s-stohH–p…”.

“Do you maybe think, you should, perhaps, take your hand off your nose? Stop stifling mayhaps? Or would you rather forever trap those tickly–”

“hehH–eH’DTZsh’iiihh!!” Even the mere word tickly made his nose burst. At least he finally let himself release the sneezes freely, “ahEhH’DZSH–iihhh!! eHEH’DSZHIew! heh’DZSH–IIHH–…hhh..”.

You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment, “Kitty Zayne choking on his own fur?”

His ears flattened as he sniffled the mess back, rosy cheeks gave away his embarrassment. You gave him a cheeky smile as you pulled some tissues out of your back pocket. You held them out, nudging them towards his face as he still glared (lovingly) at you.

“This is n-not amuHh…amusing…hh…hH’iHhh–’Tschhh!” He sneezed again and hastily grabbed for the tissues. He blew his nose harshly in an attempt to evict any stray cat fur left in his nose. 

“Well, I found it quite amusing,” You giggled as you plopped down on the floor right in front of him, “though you had me worried for a moment there when you wouldn’t open your door or respond to your phone.”

He looked back at you above the tissues as he examined the expression on your face. A look of both amusement and relief. 

“I did…not mean to worry you. Apologies, my dear,” He sighed, his lips twitched into a small smile. 

“It’s no worries! The scene I walked into made up for it. Imagine, me walking in, worried, just to find you sitting on the floor, sneezing your head off, surrounded by a cloud of your own fur–”

“OhH–no wh–y–heH’TSCHHH! eH’Tschh! eH’Tch! ‘tch–’tch–’tch…heh…haHh–e’Tschhhh! Why did you have to mention it again?” He once again blew his nose into the tissues. Though they were quite wet by now. You threw your head back, cackling.

“I’m sorry, Zayne!! I didn’t realize you were so suggestible!” Regardless of his embarrassment, your laughter was still music to his ears. 

“Mhm…what will I ever do with you, hm?” He let out an amused sigh. 

“Why don’t we settle onto the couch instead of going out today? Now seems like a perfect time for an afternoon nap, yeah?” You beamed as you reached to scratch his ears. Miraculously, your hand made it to his ears before he could stop you. He let out a small pur, which in turn caused his cheeks to turn a deeper shade of red.

“S-sounds good to me,” he finally replied after he let you scritch behind his ears. You knew he enjoyed that spot. You hummed happily and helped him up from the floor. Zayne followed without protest, unable to stop the small purrs that escaped his throat.

Moments later, the two of you were nestled together on his plush sofa. Zayne’s breaths were slow and steady, though a faint sniffle escaped him now and then. The sneezing had finally eased, leaving his little cat-self drowsy. His tail curled lazily over your legs and with each soft exhale, his ears would give a tiny flick. He was the first to doze off, with you not too far behind.

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

My Durge is a bard and I just—

“If I tell you, you’ll laugh.” “Oh, I most certainly will. Please, do tell me anyway.” Killian sighed, already hating himself for indulging him. “I made them play didgeridoos at the temple—” Enver did let out a merry snort at that, and Kill nearly grinned at the sound despite himself. “—and it seems ridiculous, but I promise you, every sacrifice we brought back that week nearly shit themselves. One actually did. Poor sod.” “An absolutely diverting anecdote, my dear bhaalspawn.” Gortash was grinning back at him, and Kill felt a twist in the pit of his stomach. The call to violence in his blood was becoming difficult to parse from other types of impulses, of late. “I’ll think about it fondly. Can we get back to the point, now? We have a cult to start.” Killian grunted and pulled away. “The point is,” Killian rolled his eyes, a performance of annoyance that Enver knew he was not at all committed to, “a bit of theatricality and impracticality — leaning into the ridiculous — it doesn’t undermine us at all. Quite the opposite. A touch of the absurd can make the frightening much, much more so.” “The tension from the surreal makes sure the terror of reality is felt that much more sharply.” “Exactly.” Enver nodded, thoughtful, his quill poised above his parchment. “Delightful insight, my dear. A goblin priestess it is, then.” He scribbled a few notes, then looked back up at Kill with a wicked smile. “Ketheric will be furious.”

Yeah. Didgeridoos.

[protect-namine]

thinking out loud for fic writing purposes. this is not about canon. or maybe it is? idk. but this is mainly for fic, so I'm more hand-waivy with the canonicity of details.

so how does diving and the 12 hour rule work? if lu guang stays past 12 hours, he permanently lives in that body and can't dive anymore. that's the current assumption, right?

okay so now. hypothetically, let's say there are three timelines: A, B, C. let's say lu guang dives from timeline A -> B then from B -> C. let's assume that he hops between parallel/multiple timelines and doesn't loop within the same timeline.

can I safely assume that as long as the 12h isn't up, he's free to hop in any timeline within those 12h, without requiring a death transfer of abilities? e.g. is it possible to dive within a dive? recursive diving? diveception?

if you dive into someone's body, do you have access to their ability? I think cheng xiaoshi technically "experienced" the twins' abilities but didn't know what was going on at the time, and didn't "use" it himself. if you know how to use the ability though, could you use it for yourself? so for example, if lu guang, who knows how to dive because of the death transfer and has dived before, possessed cheng xiaoshi, could he use cheng xiaoshi's dive abilities and dive as cheng xiaoshi? my head is spinning just thinking this

let's say lu guang goes from B -> C. 12h pass so he's stuck there, but cheng xiaoshi dies and transfers the ability so lu guang can dive again. if he goes to the first 12h of his dive in timeline B, and then tries to "exit" the dive by clapping out, which timeline would he end up in? A or C? that is, I guess the question is which "version" of him does the dive ability respond to...? his body in timeline B, which was diving from timeline A? or the lu guang who's diving from timeline C? when you dive, your body disappears, so...

when lu guang hops between timelines, does he erase ("overwrite") the lu guang that's local to the timeline he hops into after 12h? does the lu guang of that timeline "die" or does he "merge" with the lu guang of the other timeline? is there a meaningful difference? the only difference would be in memories, I suppose, but memories shape identity...

the last two aren't really questions, but just some concepts I've been thinking about. again, this is for fic purposes, so this isn't any statement about canon or anything.

the concept of photographs as a snapshot of spacetime. but in particular, if parallel timelines exist (which liu xiao believes to be true), then are photographs considered like connecting points between timelines? if you in timeline A took a picture of the sunset while you're in the basketball court during university, and the you in timeline B did the same during highschool, and the circumstances between those two nodes are similar (same people are in the court, same time and place). would those two pictures act like portals to each other's timelines?

the purpose of the high five as an anchor to the current timeline, so the diver can enter and exit within their home timeline instead of hopping in parallel ones. this is not necessarily true in canon, as we see cheng xiaoshi clap himself into surveillance footage all the time and not worry about parallel timelines. but again, this is for fic, so it's (hand waves) whatever. or maybe... the camera itself serves as an anchor? hmmmmm

[renesassing]

Do you have any Revan fic recommendations cause unfortunately I dont see an ao3 link from you or anything :(

alas i do not! i haven't read any revan fics in a while. if anyone has any recs though, i'd love to know!

[fishyvamp]

This would happen way way further down the line in the fae!AU timeline. Just thinking about Fae!Huntress somehow she and Little Cub get a kit of their own just this small little thing that somehow looks exactly like the perfect mix of you and her. the rabbit Fae picking the child up by the scruff to show the other Faeries she's close to:

Fae!Trapper couldn't give a shit (a lie), kids are a hassle, and he's like 70-80% sure he'd be a shit dad. Most fae are anyways, but his father in life wasn't great either. No guarantees that wouldn't bleed through. Though his husband does look kid of cute holding the small kit. Nope, kids are a hassle the kit you and Fae!Huntress made isn't going to change his mind.

Fae!Hillbilly gushing over the little kit talking about wanting pups of his own to complete his family. Bug just shooting Little cub an annoyed look mouthing "god no". They're only just now adjusting to the fact that the dog they adopted a year ago is actually a fully grown man.

Fae!Wraith wondering if kids would be smart for him and Jinx. Knowing their luck they'd end up either with no kids or triplets if they tried. The sleepless nights, the endless tantrums, and there is still the lingering question of wether or not that luck is hereditary. Does he really want to risk being around that many black holes of luck? Nope not ready yet, but the kid is cute and he's happy to see Huntress so proud of the baby girl she's somehow made.

Fae!Executioner for just a moment pictures rat with a pup and promptly shoves that thought as far out of his mind knowing that whatever would come out of the unholy union of him and Rat would be a menace not just to him, but to the community as a whole. He's content to see Rat cooing at the child talking about the mischief they want to get up to with the kit once she can walk.

Fae!Ghostface sees all the fuss, he isn't allowed around the kit because huntress still wants him dead, but he fantasizes about giving sprig another little sapling all the same. His body all warm and fuzzy just imagining making Oak a big brother. Ghostface mentally wondering if he should get all of him involved keep sprig nice and filled. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect Idea for the Fae of many faces. Somewhere sprig is filled with a sense of dread already feeling his body aching knowing someone is having nasty thoughts they shouldn't be thinking.

[kohakhearts]

i revived an old wip tonight

[themintman]

finished my mock exams so I drew my Jack + Nurm designs from an unfinished fic of mine. As a treat.

[intljaystation]

I've been writing so much self-indulgent stuff lately that it's hard to write anything else. but by god I will be writing 💪

[godshaper]

wip wednesday!

was tagged by @aurriearts <3 thanks!

i don't have much to show art wise (99% of it is for patreon, alas) but i do have some writing wips i can show off

left is a jordan/ortega oneshot, right is a future addition to the anomaly series with lula & ortega

(i'm too tired to find ppl to tag right now, so if you wanna show off some wips feel free to act as though i've tagged you here, i won't mind)

[beforeviolets]

you know i’m not handling grad school well because im writing a fic

[pbpsbff]

mmm this dialogue feels rlly clunky and i'll prob rewrite the whole thing later but idk

[malleleothreesome]

I should be asleep but I saw Prim @rosemaze-reveries did this little tag game where you're supposed to post the titles of your WIP docs and I thought some of my names are pretty funny

Any duplicates are because every time I make major changes to a draft, I create a duplicate doc just in case I want to reference the original before I desecrated it. As you can see, Jealous Leona and I have been through some shit 😩

Oh, and I guess legally per the rules of the tag, I'm supposed to allow y'all to send me asks requesting snippets:

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! tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I'm too tired to tag anyone but if you see this and you want to participate, pls tag me in your post so I can see yours 🥺

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

WIP Ask Game!

19. Sleep talking

This is the first one that stuck out to me. I'm reeeeeally curious about it!

WIP Ask Game! For no reason whatsoever I have a "Satine talks in her sleep" headcanon and this silly little fic was created out of that! Enjoy this piece of it :)

Christian wonders if she’ll answer him if he tries asking her questions rather than this just being a one-sided conversation. “When is your birthday?” He asks hopefully. Maybe he can get information out of a sleeping Satine that an awake one refuses to share. ‘Getting older is nothing to celebrate, Christian,’ she’d said last time he asked. He’d disagreed, but Satine could not be persuaded. Satine wrinkles her nose. “Seventeen,” she mumbles. It also sounds like ‘seventy’ but that doesn’t make any sense. “Okay,” Christian exhales excitedly. “Okay, the seventeenth of which month?” Satine only snuffles. Christian tries not to let that discourage him.

[lonelychicago]

Tell more about 'everyone forget Buck fic'? I'm really intrigued

All the snippets are really cool💙

here's the first notes i wrote about the idea and hopefully it will explain it! <33

eddie dies after the shooting, so buck finds a witch or something (maybe the uuniverse meddles??) and makes a deal to save eddie but the catch is that everyone forgets about buck?? like he never existed? kinda like what happens with peter parker at the end of the spiderman movie lmao. 

 or alternatively “who are you” “so this is gonna sound really weird right now but i made a deal to save your life but at the cost of all of your memories of us together and i’m acting like i’m not bothered but i’m dying inside” au

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Me: I have a few FitPac ideas but I don't think I've written that much.

The document: