i love uncompleted fics
i love the hype for the new chapter, i love getting the notification of "x updated", i love the little chaos of finishing all my bussiness to make time to read it, i love the author telling us the readers little stuff about their lives in the notes (congratulations with graduation! a break up isnt the end of the world! what do you mean you went to jail????), i love theorizing about the future chapters, i love all the memes about the fic posted on parallel in author's tumblr while we wait for the next chapter, i love commenting theories or ideas and then the authors responds with that emoji or a "oh, you'll see" or "honestly, i have no idea what will happen", i love starting the freshly posted chapter, i love that bittersweet feeling of finishing it and realizing you dont know what will happen and wont know for a while but well, the author is probably suffering about that too
i love you wips, i love you writers of wips, dont allow all that hate to get to you, your fics are 100% worthy the time even if they arent finished, even if they are never finished
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@jegulus-microfic / march 14: choice / word count: 558
Stab it, strangle it, scoop out its gut, throw it off a cliff... it repeats over and over in his mind.
Four chains, three double crochet, three chains, repeat four times...
The first few times Pandora tried to teach him how to crochet were a total failure. The wool got tangled, the stitches were either too loose or too tight and picking up the crochet hook was a problem on its own. But since he learned to crochet, Regulus takes his knitting wherever he goes.
Today in particular, he has taken it upon himself to bring extra balls of wool, as he intends to be productive in the nearly three hours it will take him to travel by train from Liverpool to London to visit his estranged brother after nearly five years. And no, of course Regulus isn't nervous. That he's gripping his crochet needle tighter than necessary and knitting furiously has nothing to do with it. He doesn't even notice when the seat next to him is taken.
One, two, three... nine double crochets, his hands move skilfully creating new rows.
He has been trying to finish this tote bag for an eternity and... What the hell is that?
There are no mistakes in knitting, only design variations, the voice of his best friend echoes in his head.
Well, clearly Regulus made a mistake several rows back that's making his granny square look more like a rectangle, and there is no way to make it look intentional. With a huff, he has no choice but to start pulling the wool to undo his failed progress.
"No!" an urgent voice protests from his right side, leaving him confused.
Regulus turns his head slowly, scowling and ready for a confrontation, which is quickly forgotten when a pair of warm, honey-brown eyes open wide and stare back at him. Regulus frowns even more deeply.
"I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to intrude, but it's just that you were doing something beautiful and you took it apart so fast I couldn't help myself and-" the man continues speaking hurriedly but Regulus is more focused on the way a lone curl of brown hair covers part of his forehead, and his hands itch eagerly to touch it to find out if it's as soft as it looks.
"Yeah, never mind," is all the answer he gives before resuming his knitting slightly flushed.
Three chains, three double crochets-
"Where did you learn how to do that? I mean, crocheting. It's really cool, you got me hooked, you know what I mean?"
Regulus stares at him for a long moment refusing to let the ridiculous phrase have any effect on him.
The right corner of his lips betrays him and rises against his will.
"My name is James. Oh, and I need your surname to know-" Regulus merely covers James' mouth with one hand and his own face with the other.
"We'll see about the last name. I'm Regulus, and please stop saying all those embarrassing things."
It's safe to say that Regulus invested his nearly three hour journey very well getting to know this now not-longer-stranger... but once again he didn't finish the bag.
And well, big is their surprise when they find out that they are going to the same place to see the same person, but that's a different story.
In case you are wondering about the crocheting chant
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Do you have some funny goblin headcannons? Bc I love the green cats (like a pet) they be the skrunkly ajajkekwjwsjjw they are absolute brainrot for me rn
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Hello, honestly I don't know if my headcanons about the ToA goblins are funny or not but they are as follows;
They're totally capable of speaking trollish and english (and other languages) but simply chose not to out of spite because everyone is so shit to them.
Unionised.
They are the product of what happens when magic meets slimemould, which is how they stay together in A Shape despite not having any bones and basically being muppets filled with upsettingly viscous organic materials.
They reproduce asexually, you know that green gloopy mess they're seen in on the ceilings in the show? That's how they replenish their numbers every day, and why they look like clones of each other, because they essentially are. They hang onto the ceiling, liquefy, glorp around for a bit and divide each cell, regrouping into new bodies when they're done.
Note that little to none of this is canonical to the franchise, just a small group of theories about how they work based on my interpretation of how they're presented.
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