#i'm 7k words into a fic

[johnslittlespoon]

btw tough and sweet john has experienced his first hand job. if u even care. he's having the time of his life. (so is gale xoxo)

[maaxverstappen]

a little snippet from a lestappen fic i've been working on :)

Charles had put his sunglasses on when they left the room and seems content to not take them off, even in the dim elevator taking them back to the lobby.  Max feels jittery and a little anxious, doesn’t know how to be now that they’ve crossed the line that held their relationship in a neat and tidy box. He doesn't know what it means, how he should act. It’s a weird feeling, he’s not used to it. Charles beelines it out of the elevator, not waiting for Max or looking back. Well then.  Max takes a deep breath and decides to just go with the flow, orbiting around Charles the way he’s been doing for all these years now. He can do it a little longer—he needs to do it a little longer.

other snippet here

[shippingmyworld]

Been constantly screaming this in my head while doing edits on my latest tigerghost fic...

[ithilien-writes]

okay but i just looked at my ao3 stats and i've almost published as much buddie fic (word count-wise) in THREE MONTHS as i did shadowhunters fic over TWO YEARS

[finifugue]

One day I will not write stupidly complicated AUs for racecar drivers. Meanwhile, have a snippet of an AU where the Gang r scientists who discover that the centre of the earth is actually a black hole and it's actually a big fat metaphor for divorce.

“Disaster parameters?” Oscar asks, a little weak. George sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Thirteen percent chance that half the ship’s particles will tunnel, leaving the other half irreparably entangled with the atoms of the earth itself, which ‒ well, it won’t be painful, not for very long, anyway. There’s a six percent chance the entangled particles will tunnel with themselves, at which point we’re not… quite sure what will happen, but we think it’ll be a quick death as well. Then there’s a point-two percent chance that the accelerator will entangle every particle inside the ship, instead of the layer on the outside…” Charles finishes the sentence for him. “Which will turn all of us into walking, speaking atomic bombs. Possibly immortal. We only were able to test it theoretically.” He waves a hand. Oscar tries to explode his head with his mind.

[newlacesleeves]

now you may disagree with me on this but i feel like i've been pretty normal lately the last few weeks about the fucking karate dads but i'm sorry to report my time is up i'm done being normal clearly i'm here to be unhinged and insane about them they make me insane THEY MAKE ME FUCKING INSANE

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

random no context wips from my 4000000 fics I have half written

[coldshrugs]

this fic is turning out much longer than i was expecting so i don't think i'll have much to show for it for Some Time. but i wanted to share a few things as a little boost :>

very into this description:

In an instant, Saint Valeroyant's Forum takes shape around her. Imposing spires of charcoal stone and metal meet the snow-bright sky above, but on the ground, folks pick their way around crumbling rock and rickety boardwalks. Half of Valeroyant still reclines against the edge of the fountain. Io assumes this courtyard was once elegant to behold, but in its current state, she sees only a fitting metaphor in the fallen statue: how much the nation demands of her soldiers, and the kind of rest they might find in their futures. The air is thicker in Foundation. Smoky, colder, and colored by the scents and sounds of the Forgotten Knight: brewing ale, smoked meats, and rowdy laughter. It is only midday and the tavern is already in full swing. She remembers staying in a dingy Cloud Nine room that was never quiet enough to rest soundly, but Gibrillont made sure she, Tataru, and Alphinaud were warm and fed. That was plenty, after what they'd fled. Nostalgia's inviting whisper almost pulls Io into the tavern... but a soldier clinks past, reminding her why she's here. She bears straight ahead, into the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly.

positioning edmont as a jerk lmao:

Io stares into the flames as she listens to him. His hospitality seemed freely given but she cannot help but recall something he said moons ago: 'How quickly we forget the petty nature of men. I'd wager your friends are no more than pawns in another of my countrymen's games. Such is the way of things between the High Houses...' House Fortemps is no different, she supposes.

then i'm trying out something of a written greek chorus/found "footage" thing that adds a little extra context here and there:

"–daresay it was one of the more awkward sessions of my career. The bride sat beautifully while her soon-to-be husband fidgeted, though I hear he is an energetic man with a racing mind. They did converse during the sitting, as well-acquainted friends; his lordship is a veritable jester and his humor seemed to keep his lady at ease. I had been told they were a love match. Alas, I would liken the flame between them to a bedside candle instead of the roaring fire usually found in the betrothed... " –Renowned portraitist Duremert, overheard while shopping in the Jeweled Crozier

"Ser Varlineau (as I am apparently expected to address you), Your arrival comes as the most delightful surprise. I expected you to stay away for far longer. I forgive you for not seeking me out, but I think you will enjoy the fact I've made a fool of myself in looking for you. Please do come see me. It's been too long. Your friend, Io" –A note found while cleaning the desk of Lord Commander of the Temple Knights.

finally. some angry flirting sjdfjkls:

She is a far more recognizable version of herself tonight. "How come you never sing to me, Gany?" she asks her bird. Ganymede responds only with huffs and chirps, his midnight feathers ruffling as if he finds the idea distasteful. Estinien watches her soothe him. "More keen to claw than sing, that one," Estinien says. She startles, whipping to face him, as deep and blue as the night around them. It only takes a moment for recognition, or memory, to warp her expression into a glare. "Something else you have in common with him." Io throws the cloak around her shoulders and fusses with a hasty knot. "I thought it might just be the pompous strutting." She's angry at him, yes, but she is still herself. Amusement tugs at his lips. "I don't strut."

[faerywhimsy]

Day 1 - Father

It wasn’t daybreak yet, but it would be soon. The room Daniel was asleep in had windows to the outside. Marius shook his head indulgently. Crossed the room. For a moment, he just watched the sleeping boy, still new enough in the blood that his unconscious chest rose and fell with the habit of breath it no longer needed to take.

And then Marius kissed Daniel on the forehead. This miraculous child of his own child, who Marius had never thought to wish for. Under his guardianship all the same.

Marius would take care of him, no matter what came.

[meownotgood]

stupid ass wizard.......... I totally fucking lied about this being under 20k btw

[piease-iove-me]

who wants to see my unnecessarily detailed list of character roles for the PacRim fic? uh? uh???

edit. check rb

[spaghett-onaplate]

a celebratory post: i have just experienced the most fruitful writing 24 hours of my entire life. at 3:30am last night, i started a new fic, wrote maybe 3k in the hours before I slept? continued the next evening at 5pm, and since then the document has reached the grand total of... 12.5k words!! :D

[apricusapollo]

I wrote the outline of dinluke cmbyn au and overall I have 25 scenes left to write 😀✊️

[therealjammy]

It's been a long-ass time since I've posted anything fic-related here on Tumblr but I wanted to post the link to my extremely self-indulgent Rhaenicent sci-fi AU. It has consumed me.

Hope you enjoy! Leave a comment xx

[luckycharms1701]

just thinking about these turtles man

[fragilestorm]

wip wednesday

unofficially tagged by @emilykaldwen, tagging anyone who wants to do this

The child hated her.

That's what she said to herself as the child clawed inside her as if it did not wish to leave so easily or painlessly. Why would it all be so difficult if the child did not hate her? Did it hear her in the womb? Did it know the inside of her heart?

It took her four days to finally come out, greeting everyone with a dreadful cry that pierced her ears. She heard one of the midwives scream joyfully "A girl!"

Melara hated her back.