#future excerpt

[flannelepicurean]

Just sittin' here having a thought about Teen Gohan sneaking off to do some training with Uncle Raditz for Incredibly Complicated AU Reasons, and putting a little too much WHAM on the ol' KA-BLAM one good time, and then he's having a panic attack because Uncle Raditz is concussed as all goddamn fuck.

And he calls Bulma, because she'll know what to do, right? She's used to patching up Saiyans, she's been doing it for years. And more importantly, when Uncle Raditz stops slurring that it's gonna be fine, calm down, and goes, "Oh, hey 🥴😵‍💫," and Gohan goes, "Please don't tell my mom...🥺" Bulma puts her game face on and starts handling things.

And when Bulma tells Gohan it's gonna be fine, and he can calm down, he believes her. But when she says his dad's coming over to help keep an eye on Uncle Raditz, Gohan un-calms a little bit. It's Incredibly Complicated.

But Bulma impresses on him that somebody's gotta watch Raditz and make sure he's okay until he quits being loopy and all manner of other stuff they gotta watch out for, and she can't do it 24/7, and neither can he. And since Vegeta and Nappa are elsewhere, dealing with A Different Plot Point, their options for people who are going to respect Gohan's privacy are a little thin. And it might not be a bad idea to have a very mature reflection on the whole idea of secrets and consequences and fallout on other people? Maybe? At some point? Regardless of how he feels about his dad.

And Gohan has to Deal With Some Things. And when Uncle Raditz is less loopy, Gohan tries to apologize, but Raditz is having none of it. He's kinda proud of Gohan, although he understands how uncomfortable Gohan is about the whole combat thing. And he says something he probably shouldn't, about how he had it coming anyway. Reaching back on a long implication about how they came into each other's lives.

And Gohan is having none of it. He doesn't care about that anymore. This is Uncle Raditz; don't say dumb shit like that, Uncle Raditz. Gohan has a big ol' wrangle with his feelings and says he couldn't live with himself if he REALLY hurt Raditz. And they both sit there, kinda floored and heartbroken about it for Incredibly Complicated Reasons.

And Uncle Raditz tells Gohan he's gonna have to go back to his dad to train, and keep it up regular, if he wants to keep going. They both know he's way too powerful for Raditz to really teach him what he needs. Vegeta might could, but he's back and forth a lot. And if Gohan wants the control, and the discipline, to go with all that power, he's gotta make it up with his old man.

Gohan thinks about what Bulma said, about secrets, and consequences. He thinks about asking Uncle Raditz if he knew. But he doesn't. It doesn't matter. He knows the truth, if he thinks about it, and it doesn't matter anyway. Besides, he's got to make some important choices, and he needs a clear head. Or as much of one as he can get, these days.

[thedaselcor]

Arthur couldn’t bring himself to form a third conclusion, but he knew, just as he’d known everything else he was mulling over, that he didn’t want to extinguish whatever had ignited between them. That he wanted--if two impossible things had already come to pass, maybe there could be a world where a third impossible thing happened, where he and Merlin…

 There had to be a world where he and Merlin could be something . 

Then, as if the realization physically grabbed him, Arthur sat fully upright in the bed. Were he and Merlin already  something? He’d been so confused when he left he’d never thought to check. How was he going to ask Merlin that ?

[wordedarchive]

dear future lover, i hope you understand if i want to take things slow. you have to understand that i don't easily open up to people. i build walls. lots of them. but if you're lucky, the walls in your name will have windows and maybe even doors.

[safenottosay]

I can't like people like I like her.

[howifeltabouthim]

But of course it wasn't over. Why would the future be simpler than the past?

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[haleyincarnate]

Excerpt from the poem “Parts Of Me I Haven’t Met Yet (Part 1)” by Schuyler Peck (@schuylerpeck) , featured in her collection “You Look Like Hell” 🌙

[immunetoneurotoxin]

“Not a soul assigned to their case at the Bureau could make sense of their existence. There wasn’t a single scientist, parapsychologist, doctor, or specialist with over a dozen PHD’s under the sun that could figure them out. Pyrokinesis in a human? They defy every law of nature, yet they exist amongst humanity regardless. How do you explain that?” “The truth is that there are a lot of unknown things out there in the world that mankind hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of. Everyone flocked to this case trying to find rational answers, but there aren’t any. Look at the files in your hands. By the eyes of science, Pyro should not exist. Don’t you know what happens to things mankind doesn’t understand? The Bureau has done sickening things to them in the name of research.” “That’s why I helped them escape, Conagher.”

Excerpt from the novel INCENDIARY; A TF2 Pyro origin story Read the latest chapter of 'Incendiary' on AO3 here! Artwork created by the incredible @narklos ♡ 

[lyerra]

(not beta read, hope there isn't any dumb mistakes in there...)

another fic excerpt because I can't stop myself from sharing those... this fic is currently 10k+ words long, but the first chapter is not ready to be posted yet 😩

I'm really proud of what I've accomplished so far, though, and I really hope I'll get to share all of it soon °^°9

as usual if anyone is interested I'm posting those fic updates and excerpts under the #future dcmk paris au tag!!

[everythingundertheskycomics]

Hypno's Rings

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Mourning.

This one is very personal.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Small Charles/Edwin excerpt!

As an apology for making Edwin and Charles a slow-burn in my poly fic series, I thought I would give you a spoiler-free excerpt from very far into the future of this series (like at least ten/twelve updates from now) of one of my favorite Charles/Edwin moments because god do I love the way that it captures Charles' voice/love for Edwin:

Edwin is looking at Charles with those warm, grey eyes that have always been so ready to fight, so ready to stand up for what he believes is right, but have only ever been tender with Charles, long before Charles knew the reason behind it.

Other people don’t like the color grey. They think it’s boring, that it shouldn’t count as a color, that it is a hue that only exists to shade other colors.

Grey has been Charles’ favorite color for forty years.

[shadesofblue7]

Natasha Pulley, The Lost Future of Pepperharrow

(top to bottom) pg. 39, pg. 69, pg. 82, pg. 109, pg. 155, pg. 155, pg. 155, pg. 157, pg. 183, pg. 187

[charlesreedscoolhat]

Charles: and how do I contact you in the future?

Johannes: you don't 🌟 bye you soggy bitch ✨️🕺✨️🕺🟨🟨🟨

[macaiv]

I just finished reading Esteban's interview in the new GP Racing magazine issue...if you think his High Performance interview was good, for me this one is better. More so because there was actually more discussion about his personality and how he uncompromising he is. I already had a hunch about how he is behind closed doors and this article basically confirms it.

They also talked about his training during the off season, his past and his future in F1. The article is really good and if you can or are able you can read it in the gp racing app (I only purchased the latest issue). But i'll add one excerpt that resonated with me:

I guess to me this story encapsulates just how hard their life (Esteban and his parents) was during his karting years.

[doomedcousins]

SHADOWSIGHT MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[howifeltabouthim]

This wasn't the future she'd dreamed of either. She'd wanted the old times back.

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[veliseraptor]

the poison in your bones sounds really interesting!!

the basic premise for this one was "song lan's haunted" and then I started writing it and while that's still the basic premise I realized recently that I wanted to go somewhere else with the ending. and I think I'm happy with where I'm going with the ending though I'm a bit worried it's kind of cliche. but oh well we'll see how it goes, hopefully my beloved beta will let me know if it doesn't work and in the meantime I'm having fun writing xue yang's ghost fucking with (a very miserable) song lan

The man was a pestilence. Gone and yet traces lingered in the air, in Song Lan’s unmoving lungs, in his mouth empty of a tongue. As though somehow he still owned a part of Song Lan that would never be free again. Bound together, master and slave, murderer and - murderer, a soft voice whispered in Song Lan’s thoughts, and he tried to let it go. It hadn’t been his choice or his will. His hands and his sword, but he was no more responsible than Fuxue was responsible for Song Lan’s own actions. Perhaps given time he would find that argument more convincing. When dreams of Xingchen did come, in some ways they were worse. He wept bloody tears, begging for Song Lan to speak, but no matter how hard he tried no words came out. He turned his back on Song Lan and walked away, and Song Lan watched him go, screaming at himself to stop him but only standing there unmoving until he vanished. Xiao Xingchen in the coffin, untouched by time, looking almost as though he might open his eyes and wake.  Once, in dreams, he did, and smiled, and Song Lan woke weeping, his grief as raw as flayed skin.  It would - not fade, he knew, but ease, with time. A wound healing to a scar that would always be tender, but not with the immediacy of the pain when it was fresh. He would grow accustomed to bearing it. It would become familiar, known, a part of him - or rather, an absence in him. Like empty eye sockets, lids stitched closed. Like a missing finger.