#Will finish tonight and edit/publish tomorrow

[pianokantzart]

Final sneak peek

[amongsnot]

👀 hi

[deancaspinefest]

Heartland Flyer

Author: one_more_offbeat_anthem  | Artist: Susy Rose

Posting on Saturday April 6

Ever since he graduated from college and lost his parents, the world has been rushing by Dean Winchester faster than a high-speed train. He's tabled his dreams of being a published writer to edit others' work at a press in D.C., and although he keeps trying to finish his manuscript on the side, he's stuck in a perpetual loop of writer's block. And then there's the issue of his love life. For the same amount of time that he's been standing still, he's been in love with his roommate, Cas Milton. Cas works for Amtrak and spends his time traveling both D.C. and the country, and more often than not, his outlook on the future is more positive than Dean's. Despite the fact that they devote most of their time to each other, Dean knows the truth: one day, Cas will find the person he's truly meant to spend his life with, and he'll ride that train off into the proverbial sunset, leaving Dean behind. But what if the truth Dean thinks he knows is wrong, and a brighter future is out there, if he'll only grab hold of it?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Cas comes home tonight.

Cas comes home /tonight/, and Dean can’t wait. They’ve talked every day, of course they have, but it’s not the same. The apartment feels too big and so empty, and Dean wishes Cas were here to rip open the junk mail and read it in a funny voice or posit, for the thousandth time, that they should get a cat.

(Dean is allergic. Cas claims the place is “one species short.”)

But maybe it’s better that Cas isn’t here, in a way. Usually, Dean is able to handle the way he feels, especially since he’s felt this way since the first night, like Cas would be important and was going to /mean/ something. But as the country has stretched between them, the feeling has started to press into his ribs, painfully, and every time Cas’s name shows up on his phone, he simultaneously scrambles to answer and resists.

He has to get up and go to work.

Dean pulls himself out of bed and stumbles toward the kitchen, where his coffee maker is waiting. He’s used to having breakfast with Cas, sitting on either side of the smooth oak kitchen table; Cas always makes a face at Dean’s mug and makes himself tea instead.

He turns on the coffeemaker (he had the foresight to prep the coffee beans and water the night before, something he always aims to do but doesn’t happen every day) and opens the fridge, inspecting its contents. Tomorrow, they’ll probably have to go to the grocery store; since it’s just been Dean, it’s a little bare. There are still some eggs left, though, so Dean grabs the carton and decides to fry a couple up. He locates a slightly brown banana and cuts it into slices to go on the side while he waits for the coffee to brew.

If Cas were there, they’d listen to the public radio station while they eat, on low volume so they could still talk. Cas says it’s important to stay updated on the news, and Dean doesn’t disagree, but it’s nice to not hear about how everything around the world is going to shit for once.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday April 6)

[menlove]

a) I love you I followed for mclennon brainrot and your whole blog and vibe is a blessing upon my dash b) link to fanfic you’re working on if any of it is published yet? thank you have a beautiful day

FASDFASDF i'm so glad you're enjoying the mclennon brainrot. the people enjoying it are so cool & everyone else is god's strongest soldier. BUT we don't have it published yet- the plannnn is to publish the first part tomorrow or saturday after we edit it tonight bc we finished up the first part a couple days ago!

in the Meantime there's millie's ao3 and mine! (would esp recommend your lucky break by them if you haven't read it yet it's soooo good). and if you wanna check back there in the next couple days we should have the first part up by then

BUT also in the meantime i fasdjfasdf have this i spent way way way too long on that's a goofy lil tie in to the last part which is a fix-it & they eventually release this album which totally 100% exists

the Concept is john would've collaged the cover. (and all the cut out letters are from beatles albums/solo careers). all the songs are songs that exist as demos or like in the case of i will/if i fell they'd just be redone... except for "my john" which we went a little crazy about but it's just "yvonne's the one" by paul but in a universe where john hadn't died and it can actually be about him instead of just insanely eyebrow raising. tug of war also gets to be less depressing bc john didn't die in the middle of recording it lmao so imo paul released some other album instead of tug of war that was a lot less emotionally harrowing & releases just the song later

did i spend way too much energy and effort and thought on this? yes. but i love how it turned out so!

@o-boogies

[florallychaotic]

Gonna finish editing this chapter tonight but am going to published it tomorrow morning for me, also I can't say it's the cause of my current neck pain but I was working on it when that started lol

[nottabear]

Diary of a Dark Consort

Summary: In an old manor you find an old crumbling journal. The entries within are written by some long gone nobleman's consort you can only assume by the delicate hand writing. The first entry starts over four centuries ago. The date is one you can remember, it was a big day for Baldurs Gate. The day a group of adventurers defeated a Nether brain and saved the city. It seems one of those adventurers kept a of record of their life after the great fight.

11 Krythorn, 1492

It is a big day for Baldur’s Gate and the entirety of Farun.  My friends and I have defeated the Netherbrain and with it stopped the Dead Three from bringing the realm to ruin. 

My hands shake with excitement as I write, my words a sloppy mess in my new journal.  I cannot fathom how I am even alive right now!  I took on beasts and monsters the mind could never imagine over the past moons.  All that remains of said monsters are guts and blood staining my boots and gloves.

I remember so little from the final fight against the brain.  I always felt Astarion watching over me the though, ensuring no harm came to me.  I played the somber tune of mortal ends as I watched him dance through bodies turning our enemies to fragments of the past. 

I wish I could remember more of the final fight.  I wanted to include the final battle in what will be my first published work; The very impossibly true adventures of Morgana Salvar I think I will title it.  The story of how a group of random adventures, survivors, took down a cult orchestrated by the dead three.  A best seller in all of Baldurs Gate I already know it.

Perhaps I can ask all the friends I made on this journey for their perspective of the final battle tomorrow.  It would be a wonderful addition to the book to have so many perspectives of the final fight in it.  I hope a few of them stay in Baldurs Gate long enough for me to see them again.  Lae’zel, Karlach, and Wyll have already left this plane.  Can you send letters to other planes?  I know I could use a spell, but they are so limited.  How do you even address a letter to the hells?  Do they have a postal service in the Astral Plane?  Shadowheart had mentioned wanting to continue to travel, explore the world outside the cloister.  I cannot wait to hear about all the places she visits.  I hope she writes.  I know Gale was eager to return to his tower in Waterdeep and Halsin will be returning to the wilds soon enough.  I do not blame Halsin for being so eager to leave the city.  I found so much beauty on this journey I had never found in the city.

Swimming in a serene lake bathed in moonlight. 

The tickle of tall grass on exposed skin. 

A lungful of fresh air. 

The taste of a freshly picked fruit.

I could go on for ages listing the beauties of nature I discovered, but not tonight. 

I must keep this entry short.  My fingers feel so tired as I hold this quill.  I must have been gripping my rapier with a death grip the entire day for the way they cramp.  All I crave is the comfort of a bed and the embrace of my love.  The Absolute has fallen and just like today, tomorrow will be a big day.  While my family survived the tavern, and home suffered a lot of damage.  Tomorrow I will go offer them aid in the repairs.  Tonight, I will sleep peacefully for the first time in many many moons. 

Life is bliss for once my journal.

>Next Entry>

Note: Hello hello! Diary of a Dark Consort is something I first posted on AO3 starting in March. Since then I have finished the story and am now working on final edits. As I finalize chapters I will post them here, on Tumblr. If you would like to read all the entries before edits you can see them here.

[caeli0306]

Preview of the second chapter of Tales from the Airport Bathroom

I was so blown away by how many people liked the first chapter of TFTAB! I'm in the process of drafting chapter 2, but I thought I'd post a lil pre-edit blurb from what I have so far. I'm hoping to finish this tonight, but it might not be up until tomorrow. I love these fools so much, and I hope you all like chapter 2 once it is officially published!

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I'm about to pull my eye mask over my eyes, but then I notice Miss Violet Baker is no longer reading her book. No, she's looking at me, her nose crinkled up and she's pinning me with an affronted look.

I see the opportunity, and I take it. I can still beat Garrick up later.

"Problem?" I ask, popping one earbud out as I cock an eyebrow in her direction.

"Are you seriously one of those people?" she asks, annoyance lacing her tone. I have an inkling about what she's referring to, but I play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

Violet gestures at me vaguely. "You're reclining your seat," she says. I was right on the money. I force myself to maintain my mildly bored expression, fighting off my own laughter at the offense plastered all over her face.

"I paid for my seat," I reply, lacing my hands behind my head nonchalantly because I'm certain it will just annoy her more. It does, and I relish the quick succession of emotions that flash across her face. "Pretty sure I can do whatever I want."

"You're such an asshole."

"And?"

Violet's eyebrows practically hit her hairline. I have to make a sizable effort to not look at her hair again. "Don't you care about invading other people's space?"

"Not particularly." I shrug. 

My casual dismissal has clearly gotten under Miss Violet Baker's skin, and I'm loving it. I thought she was gorgeous before, but she's even more eye-catching when she's mad.

"You're unbelievable," she says, shaking her head slightly.

"Actually, I'm Xaden," I say before I can think better of it. Shit. Dad jokes? Really? I can't believe myself, either. What has gotten into me?

Violet's hazel eyes narrow on me, and I know I've made a monumental mistake. "I thought your name was Alex. That was what the gate agent said."

Double shit.

[xneverleftx]

I have finished it!

I shall edit and publish tomorrow at some point.

Tonight... Celebration!

[trickster-shi]

Fic Update

So, wow. I managed to finish the first draft of the new Home Across the Universe fic today. It still needs to go through some edits, but it's clocked in at 10.5k words at the moment and I'm completely shocked I managed to draft the whole thing in three days.

I wish I had something stronger than a brownie to have in celebration, but it'll do. Going to work on editing tonight. If it goes well I may be publishing sometime between tomorrow and Sunday.

[cybrsan]

Good news—Miracle Of The Season is finished! I just need to edit it until I am satisfied, and then I will publish it ASAP. I'm gonna stay up late working on the edits, so hopefully, that will be tonight. However, it is getting late, so if I get too tired, I'll finish up and post it tomorrow morning.

Sorry for the delay and thank you so much for being patient <3

[operationslipperypuppet]

all prime numebrs for the fic writer ask! 💛😊

I will pretend you spelled numbers correctly lol. thanks for the ask!!

2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

I want to say 12. I published 6, I’m currently working on 2 different ideas for the naddpod gift exchange so I’ve started both and will be making a full decision tonight or tomorrow (lmao), and then there are a couple I just decided to not publish and a couple I’m always working on but will never actually commit to finishing because I can’t come up with a satisfying ending.

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

That I can allow myself to do the things I want to do and go back and fix the other stuff later. I had previously only done this with a fic that included a bunch of time skips and that was why I wormed around the document but I did this with one fic that I consider my magnum opus and it worked. (I like to write dialogue more than scene descriptors so I wrote all the dialogue back and forth and then went back and added names and descriptors and everything else and it was so much more fun)

5. What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

Naddpod. It was just naddpod. I’m thinking I might break into d20 next year but I make no promises, naddpod is so fun to write for.

7. What character(s) captured your heart?

Hardwon Surefoot. Moonshine Cybin. For some reason I find them easiest to write even though getting Moonshine’s voice right was incredibly daunting every time I wrote her. There’s just so much to play with and it was very fun. Plus the Hardwon being alive reveal rewired my brain.

11. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

how to think about you (without it ripping my heart out). God that was a doozy to write. It was my first foray into doing something multi-chaptered and I did have it finished before I even began publishing it but doing the daily updates and my every chapter mini edits took so much time that it was so much fun to finish. Plus I thought about the idea for truly so long before I started writing it that it was very relieving to finally finish.

13. What fic was the easiest to write?

Fools Rush In (Idiots, However, Take 200 Years). This is the fic I mentioned for number 3. I wrote all the dialogue in basically one pass because it’s a long, drawn out conversation that lasts an entire day. I immensely love writing dialogue and the back and forth, hitting what Hardwon and Moonshine would say and how they’d react was easy. And then, even though I was dreading the descriptors, they came so easily because I could picture them so perfectly. It does feel weird to say that my longest fic to date was the easiest to write but it was.

17. What are your go-to writing snacks?

Doing that classic ADHD thing where you hyperfocus and forget to eat all day and then start shaking and put fistfuls of m&ms in your mouth while waiting for chicken to heat up. But when I remember to snack, Smartfood popcorn.

19. Share your favorite opening line.

“You love me?” (Fools Rush In (Idiots, However, Take 200 Years).) I knew I’d open this with that before I finished the previous work in the series. I enjoy getting straight to the point.

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

This was a hard goddamn choice but here goes:

“Look - “ She paused, took a deep breath, and started again. “Can I make a suggestion? You two know him better than I do, obviously, but this might be a time where you give him some space. I know that’s not really what you three do, but he’s going through one of the worst days of his life. And you are, too, but he’s incredibly in his head about it right now. I think maybe if you give him a moment to work out his own feelings, he’ll be able to articulate them to you. And you will then be able to assure him that you need him. Besides, your MeeMaw will take great care of him, Moonshine.” (The Void of an Absence)

Alanis is speaking here. And I wanted her to be pragmatic without seeming insensitive while also staying relatively true to the character she is in the show. I ended up with this slightly more emotionally aware Alanis than we’ve seen but she does switch straight to business afterwards, and that is kind of how Murph RP’d the scene with her and Hardwon. But I overthought it a lot. I’m pretty okay with its final version, but mostly because I got to sneak a “tell me your feelings and I’ll tell you that I need you” reference in there.

29. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

Obviously the two crew for creating characters that so thoroughly destroy and entertain me, and the people who got excited when I said shit like “I have a terrible idea that’s going to hurt” and responded with “do it.”

Fic writer asks list - ask

[lunar-years]

hello friends!! popping in with a little Tinsel update for those who care: as is typical for me, whatever length I originally told you to expect for it, you can add at least 2k words to that, and whatever date I told you I was *almost certainly* going to have it done and published on, you can add at least 2 days to that estimate(lol oops).

BUT. I have FINISHED writing it (and it is currently sitting at a pretty 14k word count), I am overall really pleased with it, and I am going to limit myself to a QUICK edit in hopes of getting it out for you all while it's still Christmas.

That said, I have my family christmas eve party at 5 p.m., it is 2 p.m. now and I have still to get ready sooo...I am realistically certain it is not going to go up until late tonight at the earliest. I am hoping to do a little read-over, fix any glaring issues, and get it up on ao3 when I get home. But if the hour is too late or I have too much eggnog (💁‍♀️), I will try to get it up before Christmas dinner tomorrow. And if all else fails, I've got Boxing Day off work and it will DEFINITELY be up by then. Hopefully it will be worth the wait and until then, Merry Christmas everyone!!

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

wrote 500 more words tonight.. STILL NOT FINISHED FUCK... ill be done by tomorrow arvo soo published by Monday Aussie time, Sunday American as i need to completely re-read and re-edit everything ive already edited and then edit everything i haven't (easy enough, spot my typos for me will u?)

[dewdropreader]

So I’ve been tagged by the lovely @insert-witty-user-name-here for this WIP game! Thank you as always for thinking of me for these, they’re always lots of fun!

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

I only actually have four to pick from that actually have full enough sections written! I have plenty others with outlines and ideas but these four have enough to actually pull snippets from lol. Hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on any and all of them!

This first one is from a WIP that probably won’t be a WIP much longer. I’m going to do one more quick edit and then post either tonight if I’m not too exhausted, or tomorrow sometime! It’s one that’s been wallowing in a 2/3 finished state for a while, despite me loving the premise, something wasn’t clicking but I think I got it to where I want! Still toying with a bit of the flow but I’m enjoying it so far! So hopefully if you enjoy this snippet you’ll get to read the whole thing soon if you’re interested!

“Nah. You’re incredibly clever, Loki. Brilliant, even— that’s one of my favorite things about you. But I’ve been at this a long time, I’m pretty clever where it counts too.”

Loki is looking at Mobius with a sort of raw bewilderment. Loki has never met someone like him before, neither afraid of him nor purely reverent despite the kind (and seemingly genuine) compliments, nor overly cruel to him. Mobius is teetering on some line between omnipotence and overwhelming averageness, and yet he is remarkable regardless. Mobius had managed to read him and crack open every shell Loki has built around himself. He could blame that on the horrifying enormity of the TVA but he thinks without Mobius' mix of aggressive hounding and gentle curiosity he would have never admitted those fragile ideas that he’s kept hidden for so long, would have never allowed anyone else to know that he doesn’t enjoy hurting people and that deep down he feels like an exposed, horrified child with no one to reach for, the picture of weakness.

So, he hasn’t figured out where he stands with Mobius yet. He isn’t a friend, really, but yet he is also a force of relative calm and amiability in the face of Loki’s world imploding.

Loki stifles a cough and looks away. “Right,” he returns his gaze to Mobius’, forcing a look of attempted calm. “I’m sure we’ll see.”

Loki would usually feel much more threatening when saying something so bold, but he’s so worn down and exhausted he isn’t even surprised that Mobius doesn’t step back or furrow his brows in concern.

Instead, Mobius just claps his hands with a sort of finality. He doesn’t comment on the way Loki flinches slightly at the sound, but he drops his hands fairly quickly. “So, can I get you anything before bed?”

Loki sighs with only a hint of petulance. “Well, you can’t get me out of here, so I don’t believe so.”

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Not too too much of it is written (a lot is outlined but less actually fully written) but here is a snippet from the beginning of chapter 6 of With You Through the Storms (Aka the cat fic!)

Now that Loki and Mobius are back together, it’s somehow like not much has changed even if in some ways everything has.

They fall back into a version of their routine as if Loki was never gone. Mobius’ body has to adjust to suddenly having the desire to get out of bed again and not needing to sleep as soon as he gets home, and Mobius has to stamp down the misplaced shame as he realizes how many brisk afternoons he missed and how much he’s let his life go into disarray. He slowly picks up the pieces, doing laundry that has gone undone for weeks and doing dishes and cleaning the floors. Loki helps him without any disparaging words, and Mobius is forever grateful.

The main difference now is that they are touching and looking at each other even more than before. They were always very tactile, and sent smitten looks across the room fairly often, but now it feels like a weird sort of honeymoon phase, neither one wanting to risk losing the other again. Mobius has even caught himself bumping into things because his gaze lingers too long on Loki when moving around the house. He knows there’s something perhaps a bit codependent about it all, and doesn’t expect such intensity to last forever, but for now, in this wildly exciting yet tumultuous time, he is willing to ignore it. He just wants to make sure everything is good again, that neither of them falls into the self loathing traps that separated them in the first place.

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This is from a super brief section of something I started to write for flufftober before realizing I had no time to properly do flufftober lol. I started a Lokius piece where I wanted to do snippets focusing on the five love languages and how they happen with their relationship, and the only part I wrote was for words of affirmation. I do actually hope to finish this one just as it’s own thing, but I’m not sure when that will happen! Tbh I sort of forgot about it until I went searching through my WIPs for this, I’m not sure why though because the parts I did write I rather enjoyed.

The second time he notices, Loki is somehow caught off guard despite retrospect saying that it probably happened more than he’d even noticed. And the fact that he hasn’t been noticing, that he isn’t his usually shrewd and careful self… Well, that’s a bit concerning.

Mobius glances up from his paperwork as Loki plops down in the seat across from him.

“You look very handsome today, Loki,” Mobius smiles softly.

Loki’s lips press together as he lets his brain catch up. Is Mobius just being friendly to get him to do something? Or, is there a small chance Mobius noticed the extra attention Loki paid to his hair this morning? He’s been doing his best to work with what he does have—his hair, face, and drab outfit— trying to make himself feel… well, like himself. Without his usual clothing or magic to change his looks at will, he’s had to get creative, and that has especially meant toying with his hair and experimenting with Mobius’ strange hair products that smell like various spices.

Mobius hasn’t lingered on Loki, isn’t watching him for a tell like he is trying to get a specific reaction. He just gave the compliment and has moved on.

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This last one is from an attempt at one of the Loki Bingo prompts, “disorientation”, I had two ideas and wrote this one, but I’m not sure what happened, I just was not feeling it. Something about it felt weirdly either detached or OOC or both, like it works and reading it I’m not affronted by it but I just was not into it enough to finish editing and posting it. Maybe I still will do something with it, we’ll see, but here is a snippet regardless!

Mobius is up and moving towards him in an instant. Classic is awake, on duty, and notices the commotion, but just looks at Loki with a quiet look of pity and understanding.

Mobius settles down at Loki’s side, a hand falling naturally to the small of his back, muscle memory from guiding him through TVA halls. Loki is shuddering slightly, his muscles quivering with pent up nerves, like a rubber band about to snap.

Loki is staring past Mobius, out into the field of the void, into the nothingness. His lips are parting and closing, soft noises escaping, unintelligible at first.

“Loki?”

Loki doesn’t respond, but his murmuring gets ever so slightly louder, enough for Mobius to make it out.

“Mobius. Mobius, no, please. Please, no, don’t kill him. He’s good. He’s good, don’t kill him. Kill me, prune me, not him. Not him.”

Mobius’ heart aches, his stomach twisting into knots. Loki must have had a nightmare, something so terribly vivid that he hasn’t come back to reality yet. He’s been through so much, especially recently, Mobius knows it’s probably all too overwhelming. His brain is probably at its breaking point, full to the brim of fears old and new, trying to make sense of everything, and now he’s short circuiting from the wash of panic of a nightmare.

“Loki, hey,” Mobius tries. “Loki, look at me. It’s Mobius, I’m here, I’m alive. We’re both alive.”

As for people to tag, I think everyone I would tag has already been tagged 😂 but I’ll tag y’all again, but no rush on this of course! Just tagging some of those who I love the work of even if you’ve already been tagged!

@starport-seven-five @mirilyawrites @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @cha-melodius

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

I DID IT!!! I FINISHED CHAPTER 9 OF THE BETRAYER!!!!

I’m gonna sleep, do what I need to do for the day, and then edit it either tonight or tomorrow and then I can publish it!!!

I think y’all are gonna like this chapter 🥹

[theleafpile]

I finished the draft of my second book tonight. Thoughts below.

It clocks in at about 182k, which is too long, but right where I anticipated the draft to be. The first book as it stands is 168k (it's a trilogy, right now at least), so it's not that far off for a sequel.

It's 1:30 in the morning. I'm tired. I pushed myself to finish it, and the ending is a little meh to me, but that's okay. The point is that it all exists. There are no gaps. Everything has been fully researched. The timeline all makes sense. It is structurally sound. From start to finish, it's there. You can read it and get the entire story. Which is exciting! Up until this moment, there have always been parts that have only been inside my head. Now they are on (digital) paper.

But just the same as the last time I wrote END on a manuscript, I don't feel a great or overwhelming sense of accomplishment. On the one hand, I am glad to have a long-reaching view, where I understand the amount of work and time that still need to go into this. A lot of it is entirely in my hands, but as far as wanting to be published goes, so much of it is out of my control. I have made peace with that. With the way things are right now in the industry, I'm not in any rush. And I certainly enjoy the process — rewriting can feel so much more engaging and creative to me than getting the first draft down.

But on the other hand, that mindset makes it difficult to celebrate the victories along the way. I understand how some writers move from book to book. To give this one time to settle before diving into rewriting/editing, I'm planning on starting the next one tomorrow — or, technically, today. I love writing. I love the process from start to finish, although it really never feels like it ends.

But it did, partially, tonight. There is a full draft that never existed before. And that's a reason to celebrate. I'll find a way.