#currently writing chapter two

[thessynyx]

I keep seeing TikTok’s of squid game marauders and it’s making me so excited that I feel like I should just post the first chapter of the squid game AU fic I’m writing…

Edit: first chapter is uploaded! The fic is called ‘Flags and Labyrinths’ and I’m weirdly nervous about it

[flynncorvus]

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Life had been hard for Viktor. The undercity, being a cripple, being sick and alone.

Everything changed when he met Jayce. He felt... alive. Jayce's smile was warm, and Jayce's presence made him feel like he was worth being alive, like he was a human, and not something lesser.

Life had been amazing again.

And then came Mel.

Some Info: I was bored so I wrote this. There's currently not much angst, this is just to see how many people are interested in a story like this. Kudos appreciated and comments with ideas highly encouraged ! (Like actually I need some ideas on this)

[capswarmedals]

hehe

(blank colours cba to do a full drawing 😅)

[potatobugz]

another tptbu update post where i share my progress AND silly art!

chapter 3 is this 🤏 close to completion, which is very exciting!!! sorry it is taking me so long. i swear to you i have been slowly chipping away at this chapter for months now... which is more of a me problem. writing is hard and i am slow at it

but i cant wait till its finished! in the mean time i will keep you all posted <|:)

[uncle-alam]

im incredibly curious as to who are azazeel and murrah

unwise words ..... Very very unwise... save urself while u still can

[dramioneshipperz]

Let Me Guess, You're Not Leaving

Chapter Two Sneak Peek

“Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

You know better, babe, you know better, babe than to smile at me, smile at me like that…”

It Will Come Back by Hozier

[chaosduckies]

Surprise Sketches of some OC’s I was working on for a fic I was writing. Again, not an artist but I think they turned out okay! :D (I think the tiny is going to be smaller but I’m physically incapable of drawing that small on my current canvas size)

Don’t worry, the big guy is gentle… even if sometimes he doesn’t realize things until after he’s done them. But aghhh. Tiny with a broken wing, forced to stay with someone hundreds of times bigger than himself until he’s healed up which could take months? Amazing. Chef’s kiss

I won’t reveal the names yet, but this one is an extreme size difference because I love it so much 🫶

[advluv4life]

I don't want to brag but I've gone from 10 words to 416 and after the past year of a drought I want to express that I am proud of myself. I will get these last two chapters out. I will do it.

[calamitoustide]

new ship unlocked?

[goldeneyedgirl]

Hello Lexie! I don't know why you've been off, but I really hope you are okay. I was thinking about StL the other day and how much this story gets me. It's been years since I first read it and I still remember how I thought that could actually be a book. You are, without a doubt, one of my favorite writers and I hope you come back to us soon <3

Anon!

I have honestly been off writing fic! I tend to go into a hyperfocus when I'm working on fics - especially STL - and go quiet on tumblr. I have a pile of asks to finish off, but I'm so excited about the new chapters I've got - Variable Stars is effectively being rewritten from scratch for a third time; Jar of Hearts only needs 4k left to finish it off; and STL has about 6k left to write - I've been intensely overthinking the new chapter, and that's what has slowed me down entirely.

And what you've said about STL makes me so happy, Anon. The idea that anyone could compare STL to a book just makes me wiggle. I never set out to write it this way, and I never expected so much love for it. It still catches me unaware how much people care about this story and love it, and I am so humbled by that reaction.

I promise you that I'm here, I'm just in my little writing cave getting these chapters finished before I show my face on tumblr again.

...but have a snippet of the new chapter for your lovely message <3

“I saw you might want to speak to me.” She sits on the cliff face with her legs swinging casually, doesn’t get up or offer for Edward Cullen to take a seat beside her because she knows he won’t. “I do.” Edward looks down, his hands in his pockets to appear casual but she can see the tension in his shoulders and jaw. “I’m surprised Jasper let me get this close to you.” The flashbacks, he worries I’ll hurt someone. Edward lets out a puff of laughter. “I don’t think that’s the reason, myself,” he says. She cocks her head in confusion. “I think it’s an even split between being viciously overprotective of the one person who could kill us all before we even realised what was happening, and wanting your full attention all to himself.”

[softodettes]

just did the math and i have to write approximately 42k words in six weeks to finish AR when i originally intended to 🫠

[bokettochild]

Me: Happily working on TBoHH

*realizes I am coming up to the point where I have to broach the Marin subjct*

Me:

[kitchencatposts]

What’s currently brewing…

🛡️ Settle #7 is at 8k rewritten and isn’t even half-way done. Thinking this will be be another 3 chapter instalment. (This one is fighting me. I’ve got a chunk of instalment #8 done though!)

🛡️ Also for Settle: art pieces! Warriors has a little portrait done, Wild is currently in progress. I couldn’t write them so I drew them instead. As you do. Brain rot is real.

🌱 Life has another instalment (#4!) started. I’m resisting the urge to doodle for them.

🌻 Malia has another chapter part-way done.

Aaaand…

⚙️ Time is having a terrible time in a fic that’s not yet posted. Thankfully at least one person knows what the hell is going on. It is not Time.

(I’m losing my damned mind istg)

[honouredghost]

I for one was incensed and outraged that there was NO ballroom/court intrigue quest in Veilguard despite there being plans for a Nevarran soirée in the art book. So I *clenches fist* …may simply have to take things into my own hands.

[teh-nos]

I have finished the 9th chapter of the sylki car fic, which assuming I stick to the rest of the outline means I have written half of it. Hurrah! That half is about 15k words long btw, they are not long chapters.

[deiaiko]

#18.1 Rak

Rak let out a huff and sat down next to Agni. Agni peeked over at Rak, who was looking far ahead, as if his past were replaying right before him.

TW: Self harm and suicide…in a way? (Sorry if it gets too dark. I put the TLDR on the tags)

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"I met him back when I was young, about a hundred years ago," Rak started.

Agni was taken aback at how long the gap between their time travel was. He wondered how much his Rak had changed.

"It was getting cold, which meant it was hunting season. I got bored and picked a fight with the toughest and biggest prey I could find."

Agni hummed when Rak paused for a moment too long, "Let me guess. You underestimated it and you lost?"

"The river was slippery!" Rak crossed his arms defensively. "And I didn't lose!"

"Sure," Agni rolled his eyes, one corner of his lips upturned. "How come?"

"I didn't lose, but I didn’t win either." Rak looked away, probably in embarrassment. "Another spear pierced its head before mine. That's when I met him."

From the way Rak's expression turned fiery, Agni had a suspicion that that exact moment had affected Rak more than what he spilled out. It didn't surprise him however, since he knew Rak’s ego.

"He was around for a while, acting like he cared about me." Rak huffed again, more fondly this time, eyes closed and arms still crossed. "He taught me a few fancy tricks with rocks and how to hunt better. He talked a lot about turtle this and turtle that. There were so many, I don't remember. But Black and Blue turtles were the ones he talked about the most, saying something like 'no one else will be more worthy prey than them.'"

Agni felt his chest tighten. To think that their Rak had acknowledged them and even bragged about it…it filled him with a sense of pride and longing.

"I didn't believe him then, since turtles are boring and no way they could do what he said they could." Rak paused and untangled his arms, eyes focusing and turning predatory, "But when he said that these turtles were unlike what we had there, I have been wanting to meet those turtles he told me about and hunt them."

Rak's story was intriguing. But even if it flattered him, Agni was more curious about his Rak's whereabouts. "What happened to him then? Wasn't he…badly injured?"

Rak frowned and went silent. But when he found his voice, it lacked its previous vigor. "He was. It looked fresh and so impossible to walk with, but he did. I asked if it was painful, but he said he didn’t feel a thing."

Third-degree burn. Agni thought to himself. But there was no way it spread evenly. Some areas must've been painful.

"He definitely lied," Rak voiced Agni's thought. "He was just acting to look tough."

The edge of Agni's lips twitched in an attempt to suppress his smile. That's him alright. And of course Rak could figure his own self easily. 

"One day he challenged me in an all out duel," Rak's gaze turned dark. "His wounds had weakened him over the months, and it was obvious who would be the winner."

Agni frowned at the implication.

Wordlessly, Rak called out his arms inventory which held a familiar looking spear that shouldn't have been in his possession at this point in time. Agni would recognize that design anywhere, "...Mad shocker."

"He said he wanted to test me, and he gave me this." Rak glared at the spear as if it was responsible for his misfortune. "And later told me that I should be proud, for only a true hunter was allowed to defeat him."

Agni felt his throat going dry, and gulped. "He died, didn't he?"

Rak's eyes sharpened. Whether it was in regret or anger, Agni couldn't tell. "I killed him." 

Agni didn't know what to feel about that. On one hand, he could empathize with how much pain Rak must've felt from the injury, especially with the lack of proper treatment that could cure or even just lessen the pain. But on the other hand, it meant that his Rak was truly gone, in such a way, and he still couldn't wrap his head around it.

Rak put his pipe back to invisible mode, like looking at it had brought him so much grief. "I've never used that spear since."

The silence stretched, with only the loud noises coming from the training ground to fill it. Agni wasn't sure how to reply to that without being overly friendly nor physical, and he definitely wouldn't do that to Rak, who only met him today.

Sitting beside Rak like this reminded him of their chat before the workshop battle, on the balcony. It was when Rak truly let him see his buried feelings, his desire to climb the tower together with him and Grace. And with that, the grief finally started to dawn on him. The scar on his face felt itchy and his hand was already clawing at his mask before he registered the motion. He sighed and put his hand back on his knee, pushing the tangled feeling to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. And since the silence had stretched out for too long, he asked; "What was he to you?"

"A rival," Rak looked thoughtful before adding, "and family."

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