#aaahhhh the one downside to this is that i'm like 🥺🥺🥺 i love my fic ideas i wish i had the time to work on them

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🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

I have the vaguest beginnings of an idea for a fic based on the show For All Mankind because Margo Madison is one of THE characters, but currently it's just vibes and like three lines long so I'd say that counds LOL

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc)?

Ohhhhh I get like maniacally excited when I think of something that makes all the Pieces Fit Together LOL, so like--not the most recent chapter of scorched earth (which is a kind-of sequel to an unreasonably long fic from many years ago), but the chapter before that, I was like crawling up the walls of my room with how excited I was about how well my plot pieces both in this and some stuff I drew on from the previous fic fit together I was absolutely ecstatic LOL. I think that counts as pride in an insane way LOL it's like wow I am a genius actually *ten seconds later she can't figure out how to write one (1) sentence correctly*

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP

I had to go on a bit of a deep dive LOL because I couldn't remember what I had already shared from my wips and I don't have that much time to write these days so usually it's either *insanely writes the whole thing in one sitting* or *remains a wip for several years* lol, so please have this snippet from an extremely sane fan fiction about Horizon Zero Dawn/Horizon Forbidden West, and please know that because most of the fic is currently in the form of messy lowercase vibes, microsoft word has seen fit to correct Tilda's name to tilde approximately 99% of the time.

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In the end, Tilda wants to endure in spite of everything else.  She’d happily take that genetic modification tech Far Zenith is cooking up and live for a thousand years while everything withers and dies around her.  Elisabet doesn’t want to live that way.  Losing and losing and losing.  She’s lsot enough.

Tilda would have viewed her choice as some sort of noble, heroic self-sacrifice.  It’s not.  It is profoundly selfish.

Elisabet has spent the last few years facing an impossible problem.  Fielding every complication, overcoming every obstacle.  She barely remembers who she was before this all started—what she did, what she liked.  She did do things, right?  She did like things?

Now, if she solves this one final, fatal problem…she gets to be done.

In her final moments she’s afraid.  She doesn’t want to die.  But then again, haven’t they all been living on borrowed time since Zero Day?  What was the point of it all?  Isn’t it better to just die along with the world?  Rather than waiting around in the wake of its utter devastation?  Waiting around in the barren wasteland where the world used to be?

She wishes Tilda were here.

What was that old song she liked?

goodbye, little yellow bird, I’d rather brave the cold on a leafless tree than a prisoner be in a cage of gold.