#THIS THING IS 1500 WORDS

[littlecrow4]

How we feeling about this??? Good? Bad?

Part of a fic I’m writing

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.

[sadkachow]

you know what? i like being masculine. i like identifying as a (nonbinary) trans man. i like being mlm/nblm. i like being me.

[firstelevens]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

tagged by @abarbaricyalp

no-pressure tagging @sesamestreep @philtstone @trans-elrond @iasmelaion @sambambucky

the actual thing that I am currently working on is the next chapter of the D&D AU and I'm trying not to jinx that, so instead here's an excerpt from an idea that came from a "loss of powers" prompt and immediately got way too long

In the eight minutes that it takes for Yelena to pilot the jet down the runway and up to the mouth of the hangar, Sam has managed to envision every possible bad situation. He thinks about the aftermath of explosions, about alien poisons and unknown creatures rising from the sea. Even as the gangway comes down and Sam hurries on board with two of the medics, he’s envisioning something nightmarish.

It’s more frightening, somehow, to see what’s actually happened: Bucky is laid up on a stretcher, paler than Sam’s ever seen him and shivering uncontrollably in spite of the multiple blankets and jackets that Yelena has laid over him. His lips are nearly blue, his breathing shallow and rattling just a little. There’s bruising showing beneath the collar of his compression shirt, winding back towards his left shoulder.

“Dislocated shoulder?” asks one of the medics, peering at the bruises when Sam shifts the collar out of the way.

“Unlikely,” says Sam, biting back the impulse to say something more cutting about knowing who the hell he’s treating. Bucky is unconscious, but Sam still murmurs an apology when he stops the gurney transfer to hit the plates of Bucky’s vibranium arm in the pattern that Bucky taught him. He catches the arm as it detaches with a click, hefting it against his shoulder. He doesn’t know if the bruises came from the arm or from something else, but he’ll be damned if he lets them get worse.

The medics wheel Bucky back to the infirmary and Sam hands the vibranium arm off to Torres, trusting him to find somewhere safe for it. He turns to Yelena and motions for her to follow as he stays by the gurney’s side.

“Are you okay?” he asks her, as she joins them. “If you’re injured at all, the medics can take care of it for you.”

But Yelena waves off the offer, focused on Bucky. “He was cut on his stomach,” she says, before Sam can ask, “but he could walk after, so it was not so bad, I think. He took another one to the leg. That was worse.”

“And the shrapnel?” asks Sam.

“Grenade,” Yelena says. “He pushed me out of the way. Would have been fine, except they were trying to blow up the door from a steel shipping container. It came down on his leg.”

“Fractured?”

Yelena shrugs. “He would not let any of us see. Was his ankle, maybe.”

Sam steps back and lets the medics transfer Bucky to a bed. His shivering gets worse with the blankets removed, but there’s no way to check on those injuries without cutting open his shirt.

There are bruises everywhere, still purple and angry. As they cut the shirt open, Sam braces for the sight of a bad gash on Bucky’s stomach and is met instead with a dressed wound, a fresh compress taped down at the edges.

He turns to Yelena. “When did you do this?”

“He did,” says Yelena. “This morning. Or maybe yesterday? Time is strange; we lost hours on the jet.”

“Yesterday?” repeats Sam. “When did all this happen?”

“Thursday, late night,” says Yelena. “He said it was okay. We came to the safe house, he cleaned the wound, he hopped around on one foot, and I laughed at him and it seemed like it was fine.”

“And then what?”

“It should have healed overnight,” says Yelena. “Alexei and Walker, they were caught in the blast, too. By morning they were back to normal.”

“Yeah, that’s how the super soldier healing works,” Sam says absently. 

It takes a second for his own words to sink in, his eyes dropping to Bucky, laid out on the table with all his injuries still fresh.

Sam has seen Bucky break a rib and rough-house with the boys twelve hours later. He’s seen new cuts turn to scars over the course of a jet ride home. The last time Bucky got shot, the only reason they rushed to treat him was because there was a chance the wound would heal over the bullet before they could get it out.

Particularly bad injuries will leave their mark for a few days, but normal bruises have never lingered like this on Bucky’s skin, and lacerations heal so quickly that Bucky tends to refuse butterfly bandages for them on principle. (Except for the one time that AJ and Cass were there to see him get patched up, when he was suddenly a model patient, and allowed Sam to fuss over him for twice as long without a single complaint.)

“But how…?” he starts to ask, then looks up at Yelena. “You said there’s no change?”

“None,” she says. “But there’s something I didn’t tell you.”

She goes into one of the many pockets on her vest, patting around until she gets to the right one. She unzips it and pulls out an evidence baggie, which she holds up for Sam to see. Inside is the kind of dart that would go in a tranq gun, but the vial at the back is broken.

Sam takes the bag and peers at the dart. “Where’d this come from?”

“I don’t know,” Yelena says. “I found it embedded in Alexei’s body armor. The blast must have broken it.”

“What does it have to do with Bucky?”

“Because someone in a sniper’s nest shot one at Walker also,” says Yelena. “And I thought I saw Barnes pull something from his neck before the grenade.”

He frowns. “And they didn’t fire them at anyone else?”

Yelena shakes her head. “They missed when they fired at Walker, so maybe it’s nothing.”

“But you don’t think so, or you wouldn’t have brought Bucky back here.”

“Whatever this is, it’s dangerous. I think it is not so good if the Contessa knows about it.”

It’s not too much of a stretch of the imagination for Sam to picture what Fontaine might do if she found out about a chemical compound that could affect the serum this way. Hell, it’s not a stretch of the imagination to picture what most powerful people would do.

Sam thanks Yelena and tells her to rest up before she flies back. She’s going to say no, he thinks, and then Kate appears and says something about mac and cheese, and Yelena is being pulled along with her whether she likes it or not.

When Joaquín comes through the doors a second later, Sam is surprised to see him already wearing his flight suit. “How did you–?”

He grins. “Give me a little credit, Cap. This is Bucky we’re talking about.”

He can’t find it in him to argue the knowing grin on Joaquín’s face. “Thank you,” he says, handing over the evidence bag. “Fly safe.”

“I always do,” Joaquín says, zipping the baggie into a pocket and turning on his heel. “I’ll let you know when I get there.”

As the infirmary doors swing shut behind Torres, Sam looks down at Bucky, who’s back under multiple layers of blankets as one of the medics gets an IV in his arm. The shivering has come down, but his lips still look blue, his breaths still shallow.

He brushes away some of the hair sticking to Bucky’s forehead—the only part of him that Sam can reach—and opens up the app that Bucky made him download a year ago, insisting that he might need it one day.

There are exactly two contacts saved in the app. Sam hits the second one and waits.

[helenofblackthorns]

I have an essay due tomorrow and an essay due friday and neither one is close to done.... I'm so fucked

[alienoresimagines]

Who said prompts had to be short ? 🙃

[dinsbeskar]

I'm going to kms, walk into the river and become a trout, I've just lost 1500 words bc I forgot to hit save and the app froze

[solarmorrigan]

Guys I can’t stop thinking about Steve with OCD

(The following deals heavily with anxiety and with themes of OCD, so please keep that in mind and skip this one if you’re worried that’ll trigger your own anxiety <3)

At first, it’s manageable. Hardly worth thinking about.

Steve's always taken pride in his appearance; no shame in wanting to look good. It's just a part of his routine: picking the right outfit, making sure everything is clean and in good condition, making sure his hair is just right. He even has a set routine specifically for doing his hair – specific products, a specific number of spritzes with the hairspray, a specific look.

And if it's not just right, he might have to redo it, yeah – it just... feels weird if he gets it wrong. He spends the whole day feeling off. Anxious. Sort of itching under his skin, for reasons he really can't articulate. It's just– it has to be right, that's all

(He hadn’t thought anyone noticed that his morning routine made him perpetually late—and even later when he messed something up and had to redo it—until Robin mentions Mrs. Click’s class the summer after he’s graduated.)

It doesn't start becoming a hindrance until after his first meeting with the demogorgon.

Before that, it had been okay if his morning routine didn't go just right. It wasn’t great, and he hadn't liked it, but he could get on with his day. After that encounter, though – it gets harder.

Everything else seems totally out of control, but his appearance? He can do that. He can control that, but it needs to be just right. If he gets it wrong, he needs to start over. If he doesn't have the time, it throws him off entirely.

He finds himself nearly in tears one morning as he drives to pick Nancy up, running horribly behind because his alarm hadn't gone off and he hadn't had the time to shower and do his hair properly, he hadn't grabbed anything to eat, he hadn’t done anything right, but he couldn't stop to do it all because he’s supposed to get Nancy to school, and– and–

He berates himself for having become this weak, emotional mess. What the fuck is his problem?

He's pretty sure he manages to get his head on straight by the time Nancy gets into the car, giving him a look that’s equal parts irritation and curiosity over why he’s kept her waiting.

He doesn’t offer an explanation.

And it's normal that he'd want his house to be clean, right? After getting into trouble with his parents for that party (after that party went so horribly wrong, resulting in Barb's death), he'd been on thin ice for a while. They’d wanted to come back to a perfect house. Nothing out of place, no messes, no evidence that Steve had had a party (or that he'd had friends over, or—god forbid—enjoyed himself in any way while they were gone). So Steve develops a routine for that, too.

It feels natural: make sure things are done a certain way in a certain order, because he tends to forget things otherwise, and make sure it's all done right.

(And if it's not right, just do it again. Do it over again. Make sure it's done in the right order, make sure it's done right. Do it again.)

This maybe results in being late to a few dates, or some lost sleep, or some homework ignored, but whatever. Steve's got it under control.

Subsequent meetings with the Upside Down just seem to make things worse

He's an athlete (or he had been, anyway), and athletes can be superstitious, right? They have little rituals for good luck. Nothing weird about that. Nothing weird about Steve needing to tap the roof of his car three times before getting in. He's driving kids around now, he needs to make sure they stay safe, and tapping the roof of the car– it's– Steve can't really explain it, it just has to be done, so they don't get into any kind of crash. It's not weird, and he can stop doing it if he really wants to, he just doesn't want to.

(He doesn't want to because the few times he’d tried driving without doing it, he'd been so fucking anxious he'd nearly crashed just because he'd been so jumpy about other people on the road. But that's his business.)

His list of chores around the house grows, even though his parents no longer comment on the state of things (or really talk to him much at all). It's just that he needs it all to be right. Things need to be in the right places, things need to be organized properly, so Steve knows where everything is just in case he or anyone else needs it.

(This isn't to say that it always makes sense. A box of cereal lives exclusively on the counter, rather than in the pantry, because that's where the box of cereal needs to be. Steve can't put it away because it belongs on the counter. If he eats it all, he makes sure he already has another to replace it. He'd almost yelled at Dustin once for putting the box back in the pantry after using it, because it doesn't go in the pantry, it goes on the fucking counter, that's just where it goes.)

He snaps at Robin once or twice when she tries to take over any of his usual closing duties at Scoops Ahoy, which definitely doesn't endear him to her, even if he doesn't really mean to do it, it's just that it's what he usually does, and he needs to make sure it's done right. He's not doubting her ability, he just... needs to make sure for himself.

(By the time they hit Family Video together, Robin is used to it. She leaves him to whatever closing duties he's decided are his and even reminds him sometimes where he is in his routine when he spaces out or has trouble thinking straight through a headache, saving him the trouble of having to restart to make sure it's all done. Sometimes he restarts anyway, because he needs to be sure, but he appreciates that she pays attention.)

There are nights when he can't sleep, when he needs to make sure everyone is alright, when he'll get into his car and make a circuit around town, driving past everyone's house just to make sure nothing is amiss.

There are bad nights when he needs to make the circuit three times: the first time to check, the second time to be sure he hadn't missed anything the first time, and the third time to make sure the first two times weren't a fluke. He taps the roof of his car when he gets in, and now he does it three times when he gets out – can't hurt to be careful, right?

But it isn't a problem. None of this is a problem, it's just the way Steve deals with things. It's not a problem, it's not a problem, it's not a problem. Not at all.

It’s not a problem until he's meant to be meeting Robin and Eddie for a movie, when he's made it halfway down the street before wondering if he'd checked that the stove was off.

He's pretty sure he had, but what if he hadn't? He'd used it this morning to make breakfast. It might still be on. He has to check.

He pops a U-turn and heads back home. He'll just check the stove real quick and then get going.

Except once he's back in the house, he has to check everything else before he can leave. Check the stove, check that his hair dryer is unplugged, check that there’s a light on in every room (lights are important, lights are a warning, and Steve cannot come back to a dark house), check that all the windows are locked, check the back door, check that the front door is locked properly, check that his bat is in the trunk. Tap the roof of the car, start it up, pull out of the driveway – is the hair dryer unplugged?

He's pretty sure it is, he knows he checked it, but had he really been paying attention? Is he sure?

He's back in the driveway, back in the house, before he's even really conscious of making the decision.

Check the stove, check the hair dryer, check the lights, check the windows, check the back door, check the front door – had he done all that in the right order? If he hadn't, he might have forgotten to do part of it. He'd better just–

Robin and Eddie find him sitting on the kitchen floor over an hour later, after he hadn't shown up, after he hadn't answered their calls (he'd been too busy checking things around the house to answer the phone).

He can't quite breathe right and he's not sure if he should be laughing or crying because he's realized that he can't leave the house. He can't leave, because he might have forgotten something, something might be out of place, and then something bad might happen. Bad things have happened already, and if more were to happen because of him—because he'd failed a step, failed to get everything right—he wouldn't be able to stand it.

So it's... a bit of a problem.

[pipcore]

progress on this wretched thang

[bismuthburnsblue]

Help me design a dress!

this is our fabric! (left is the product image, right is my actual piece of fabric- ruler on the left is cm, on the right is inches, to give you an idea of print scale) its the black version of the break up robe print, in a lightweight & crisp cotton. i have 4.5m (5y) so it should be enough to make most designs, though some will require consideration in the cutting- we will get to that later though. (the fabric is also narrow, i think its only 110cm wide. (its still folded in the picture))

my goal here is to make a comfy wearable dress, something pretty casual & everyday in silhouette, but i would also like if it was possible to style up for a more formal look. most of my inspiration for this project has come from 1950s dresses, because thats a style i lean towards for myself, though im not aiming for anything "true vintage" or anything. im also fond of lolita dresses, so im more than down to draw inspiration from those also!

also, the print is pretty bold compared to my usual style, so ive considered doing some kind of translucent (chiffon, tulle, mesh) overlay to tone it down so its more wearable in my wardrobe. this will entirely depend on it working with out final design, and even then, ill offer you the decision at the end! ultimately, i still want to be able to appreciate the fabric. (for sewing people: id intend to do it as a flat lining, so it sits right up against the fabric underneath, not as a complete separate layer. i find this makes it block out the design slightly less) doing this could also help with adding structure to the dress, which i already think some designs might need, considering how thin the fabric is.

ok now the brief is out of the way, onto the first decision for the dress: the shape of the skirt. if you want to vote based entirely on vibes, feel free to click away, but i have included some more writing about each option & its ups and downs in this particular project under the cut (also pictures of each style if youre not so familar with what they are!)

& the propaganda for the options:

Circle skirt: you can never go wrong with a circle skirt- theyre probably my favourite to wear overall & i especially like the low bulk join to the waist as i sometimes find things with gathers dont sit as nicely on me. the way circle skirts are cut also gives them a movement that the other two methods simply cannot compete with in my eyes.

The main downside is working a circle skirt with this particular fabric. the fabric is not wide enough to cut the entire front as one, so i would either need a centre front seam or to make it a 3/4 circle skirt- something im 100% ok with, i honestly find at midi length a full circle to be too much sometimes. (there is technically the option to have full circle but rotate it so the seams are at side, but that might then mean i have to do some shenanigans with where the fastenings go). also, because the design is directional, each quarter will need to be cut so the seams end up on the bias, which makes for an Incredibly inefficient cutting layout. (again, if theres a CF seam, thatll be on the diagonal of the design, which really defeats the point of putting in the effort in the first place, to me.) i think i would be able to get all the panels i need out of the piece of fabric i have, but i think i would be a bit more limited with top options as i try to make sure to use as many of the small pieces left over as possible.

Gathered skirt: these are by far the easiest to do in terms of sewing. in my research into casual 50's dresses about 90% of all pictures i saw featured a dress with a gathered skirt (or actually, a lot seemed to have tiny pleats that give the effect of gathers, like the coral one. if we vote this way, i would be tempted to go try them as i think it might solve my bothers with gathered skirts in general)

i generally find gathered skirts less flattering on me- they add bulk at the waist and then hang straight down off the hips (when not puffed up with a petticoat) and thats generally not something i like on myself. i could improve that though by bringing more fabric in to increase the hem, and adding horsehair braid to the hem to help it swoop without additional support (again, my goal for this project is causal day dress)

this pattern uses the least fabric i think, depending on how much you put in the skirt- i think i should get a perfectly satisfactorily full skirt from this with less than 2m of fabric used. (honestly might end up too efficient- id like to use up all the fabric i have in this, and i really dont need that much for a bodice. i can see myself adding 4, even 5 widths into the skirt to use up yardage. i dont particularly see that as a problem though)

despite my reservations because of gathered skirts ive made before, for this project it does have one massive point in its favour: the fact that its still a full piece of fabric. all other styles here all cut quite significantly into the design to create their shape, while this be one panel of the fabric from edge to edge. preserving the design of this fabric is pretty high on my priority list, after all, i bought this fabric specifically because it was the OFMD break up robe print. i want whatever design i make to work with that.

Tiered skirt: for me, tiered skirts are the best of both worlds in terms of the effect they give. the fact each layer doubles means they keep some of the swish a circle skirt gives (and, i find, they tend to have more of the A-Line shape of a circle skirt too) while not being quite so consuming of fabric as you cut. i couldnt find many examples of 50's dresses with them (though i did find some) so i do feel like this style pulls more towards the style of lolita dresses & that might be reflected in the options i offer in subsequent rounds.

if you know anything about petticoats, then youll notice that this style of skirt is essentially the same construction as them (though petticoats often introduce extra layers and ruffles and.....) when ive made this style of skirt in the past i have found that it holds volume much like a petticoat does, without the need for an extra undergarment- something thats great for a casual dress!

I was thinking three tiers is the ideal number for this dress, though i could make it only two. i dont think i would make it more as, if i keep them even (which was my intention, though i am also fond of the styles that increase with each tier like my example images) then each tier will probably be 20cm wide, which is already looking like itll cut into the features of the design. i think that is the single biggest downside for this style- i wont reasonably be able to do much 'fussy cutting' either to work with the print, its simply not practical to do on this scale.

At a rough estimate, i think this is gonna use 3m of fabric in the skirt, which puts it slap bang in the middle in terms of fabric efficiency. i should have plenty enough to do it, maybe even to increase it if i want to, while still being pretty unlimited about what i do with the rest of the design.

one last thing- trim! one unique feature of this design is the opportunity to play with trim on the skirt itself. i do have some bodice ideas that play around with trim, and it would be really nice to introduce it into the skirt too, if we go that way. it could even be a fun nod to the piping on the original break up robe!!!!

Something else (comment): while doing my research i came across SO MANY design ideas that i could play around with. for this poll i picked the three i thought would probably work the best for this project, but i wanted an opportunity for you to yell at me if you want something different entirely. feel free to suggest anything you like, but ive included a couple images as examples of styles i saw a lot. i especially saw a lot like on the left, with gathering or ruffles off to the side, but the front panel being pretty flat. this might be real fun for some designs like shirtdresses, but im not super confident on how itd look on me. either way, feel free to form a coalition in the replies to tell me how i totally should have offered you this one particular option.

(if you vote for this but dont comment, im discounting it from the overall stats as i have no idea what design you mean! your welcome to send it in on anon if that bothers you, but either way, ill need a description :P )

[mournerbride]

I want to smoke him up

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[thatcoyperson]

Ok hear me out

AU where BDubs and Scar overthrow King Ren

[therealandian]

ITS YOU! YOU HAVE RANDOMLY APPEARED IN ME FEED, HII!

I am fully caught up on Redeath and Search Through The Stars, and im sad because not only is this fic almost over, but another unrelated long-shot fic I’ve been reading for a while is ALSO almost over. Send help I don’t know what im going to do with my life. Find more fics I guess.

aww this is such a sweet message to wake up to. and hey don't cry cos it's over smile cos it happened or whatever the quote is lmao <3

if it's any consolation, after 4 years spent in this au, i'm also at a bit of a loss on what to do now XD (probably i should catch up on rrr, which i'm guessing is the other fic you're talking about lol)

i'm gonna try to do some more original stuff, though, so feel free to stick around for more silly gay people fucking around and finding out XD

[rubiatinctorum]

It feels like these days I do the most writing of the day when I've turned out the lights and I'm just about to go to bed. so maybe as it starts to get dark earlier my writing strategy needs to be 'pretend it's really late at night, turn out all the lights, and get cozy in bed'

I do my daytime writing often in my bed too, so I don't know what it is about the impression of bedtime that makes writing so much easier, because it's not the location

[plulp]

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