#kazzy writes

[kazoosandfannypacks]

From Pistachion Prison

By dinner time, Milo had yet to make things right, and Zack and Melissa were still trapped in pistachio prison. There was no sign of anyone else they knew, either.

From Captain Swan Romeo and Juliet and Boybands AU

"Hey," Killian said, "I didn't say I'm giving up on you, love." "You're not?" Emma asked, almost foreign to the concept. "If I jumped ship at the first sign of storm," Killian smiled, "I could hardly call myself a Maelstrom Survivor, now, could I? I have no intention to bail out on you, Emma."

this week's word is...

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Seeing that one of the lovely friends from my mutualsphere @kanerallels has gotten her book published (CHECK IT OUT, Y'ALL!) is inspiring me to work more on my original wip.

For every note this post gets, I will add 100 words to my third draft of The Admiral's Daughter.

For every ask I recieve in my sideblog inbox ( @theadmiralsdaughter ) with an ⚓ emoji, I will do a ten minute writing sprint and share a snippet of what I wrote!

Comments and reblogs are open for this, multiple asks in the inbox are welcome for this, and I'll just keep going at it until this draft is finished!

[kazaleas]

Its quiet. You think.

You don't even remember what time it is when you're sitting at the couch and staring at the big rectangle tv, some old news channel playing on the lowest volume setting, spewing talk about some brand recall you could care less about. It's silent here, the only sound you can focus on is the sound of the air vents blowing and the ringing of the lamp dying in the corner.

The time ticks by, broken clock in the middle of the left wall that has long lost it's ticking sound since you bought this apartment, forever stuck on 2:48pm. You don't know what time it is, but judging by the way the sun is peeking through the window shades in soft blues, it's probably early morning in the AM, and you've pulled another sleepless night of the week.

How long will it be like this? You ask yourself.

The ceiling only gets so interesting after awhile, and the fiddling of fingers and clicking of nails can only drive you crazy for so long. And still, you sit there on the leather couch that sticks to your bare skin from how long you've been in the same spot, staring up and waiting for something to happen. Something, anything. But nothing. You're tired, you want to close your eyes and maybe you'll wake up, or maybe.. the latter option.

You glance to the phone you've left on silent since Monday, reaching your hand out to it while it sits collecting dust on the coffee table. Your arms makes a cracking sound when you finally move it after hours, fingers wrapping slow around the cold black screen and pulling it towards you. The light the screen makes is nearly blinding, but a slow adjust to the brightness and you can blink away the dark spots that had formed in your eyes.

The phone reads a page of notifications formed in paragraphs. Message after message, call after call, and it goes on and on. The purple you recognize so easily, the familiar smile of the profile picture you set with the 3 fingered hand formed in the shape of a heart, and matched with the hand of a faceless person next to it, which happens to be you. The messages are all from him, the name header labeled with 2 purple hearts and a robot emoji, and the name you've been accidentally ignoring since you stopped coming outside of these familiar walls that you hide in.

Each message starts off calm, collected, worried enough that it's fair. It goes downwards after that, spam calls and more than a triple text, hour after hour, voicemails filling up your inbox, even emails. Every single app he has access to you on is filled to the brim with message after message, which would be concerning, if it weren't for the fact you have been a ghost to everybody you know for the last.. 2 weeks?

Then it's there, your phone freezes, the screen goes white, and there's two small red and green buttons and one big circle profile picture with the familiar name under it. He's calling you. Your body freezes, and your fingers twitch forward towards the screen like they wanted to click something, but you were just stuck. Staring. Watching his name, watching the phone button ring, feeling your heart stop beating in your chest just for a few moments, but your face is practically emotionless. You know you feel something, but really you can't feel it at all.

Its quiet.

[kmomof4]

Killian (Indiana) Jones?

Alright, love! After a 5min sprint- with at least the first two of those min spent staring at the doc- I got 2 sentences… and then I got another ask for the same fic from @frankensteins-mt-dew , so I will give you both everything I’ve got on the doc!

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire.

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle.

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.

Thanks for playing, y’all!

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Just came up with the most beautiful fic plot. Characters A and B like each other. Character C knows they like each other but has been sworn to secrecy on the matter by both parties. A and B will both often separately ask C to help them spend time with each other by doing things like making plans for the three of them, then cancelling at the last minute, or asking them to go run an errand for them, or conveniently sending them to the same location on the same day.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

hand

HAND

“Darling,” Christine suddenly said.  “Mm?” “Your heart… it's beating so fast,” she said, pulling away slightly so she could look up at him. Her hand was resting on his breast, just above where his heart was thundering away. “Are you alright?” Raoul swallowed. The truth was that he was not alright in the slightest. But he could not bring himself to say it. So he did the first thing he could think of to hide his shame—lie. 

Send an ask with any word and I'll share a snippet from one of my WIPs with that word!

[kmomof4]

Yes, please. I need them all…

There are SO many more reasons for fake dating than "we need to go to an event together so I'm not embarrassed" and NO ONE is realising the potential here. We need to pretend to date because we need to pretend to break up in a huge scene so I can inject some excitement in my friends' lives. We need to pretend to date so your weirdo dorm mate doesn't make a move on you. We need to pretend to date so my anti-subletting landlord will let you stay in my flat until you can find your own in this horrifying housing market. Show some imagination.

[the-ultimate-muses]

🕯️ fr

Pry my muses brain!! (X)

“My emotions regarding the Tamer of Automatons have fluctuated greatly over the course of our shared knowing of one another: Annoyance, intrigue, concern, attraction, complete and utter bafflement; I could go on, but words would hardly be enough to describe all that has transpired between us. Truly dwelling on it, I can say one emotion rises above the others: frustration. 

I am not a fool, and he is not a good liar. He cares for me, but won't admit it out of the fear of possibility. Why ruin his life now, for what might not last, he says, but he has never seemed to question if what he has is even worth keeping. Yes, that man is his father, however if a parent begins to hate their child for something so inconsequential as their romantic preference, then why should the child care about maintaining the relationship at all? I am aware it is not that simple, that simply cutting someone off, especially a family member as close a parent, is hardly ever an easy task, however, it is his reluctance to talk about such a matter that upsets me the most. I no longer care about a relationship with him, not now, nor anytime in the near future. I have far too many of my own problems to hold the hand of a man unwilling to even think on the notion of working through whatever it is brewing in his pink little head. Holding yourself back because of what might happen; not pursuing a relationship because it might not last, and therefore he'll have ‘ruined’ his life with his father over ‘nothing’, it is the same as saying you will not walk outdoors because you might meet your end beyond your home's threshold. To live in such a way, it is soul destroying, for both himself and…and me. To be told you are not a risk worth taking, it…it is selfish, but there is no denying how badly it hurts. I do not hold it against him, nor do I blame him, but…it still hurts, in the end. 

However, that is not to say I do not still hold care for him, that I plan on writing him off entirely, or that I am unwilling to help should he ever need it, be it from this or any other matter that might upset him. Should he one day decided he does wish to pursue a relationship, I would not be opposed to it, however I will not sit here and twiddle my thumbs waiting around for him to admit to returning my feelings. I will always hold a love for him, it is up to him if it is to go any farther than it already has. There is nothing more for me to do with the matter. I have tried to talk, to reason, to understand, but thus far I have received nothing but denial and a refusal to explain why he is so unwilling to speak towards so much as a general reasoning for it all, let alone a way to reconcile the matter. 

I realize now that our time has not yet passed; it hasn't even come to be. It hasn't had the chance to move past an idea, a longing, and it may never evolve past what it currently is. He has much to work through, as have I. I will stay as long as he desires me to, I will never stop wishing to be his companion, no matter the definition society wishes to place upon it, but I will not pause my own life waiting for him to realize who he is and what it is he desires out of life. I can only do so much, and this is a curse I have slowly, reluctantly come to accept, it being by his own urging, in an ironic twist. This might not be the result he wished to be born from allowing myself to seek the help of others, to accept I cannot fix everything, whether on my own or with the help of another, but it is what has come to pass, as bittersweet as it may be. And…

And it hurts. That…that is my main feeling on the matter, on...on him. It hurts, and all I can do is sit here and try to stop the bleeding until it is able to clot on it's own, however long that may take...”

[gongedtornado]

h*zbin/h*lluva enjoyers fuck off from my page plz 🙏

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: To Dude or Not to Dude

From a conversation on 4/29/23

meg is me:

The Fellowship of the Dudes The other fellowship was male of course but not all of them were Dudes

Me:

Which then begs the question: which members of the Fellowship can be classified as dudes?? 🤔

InvisibleWashboard:

Not Sam Not Frodo

Aragorn is a dude

Writing Valkyrie:

Are they honorary dudes?

Me:

What is a Dude?? 🤔

InvisibleWashboard:

I think Legolas is probably a Dude. Very unsure about Gimli. Merry and Pippin have Dude potential. But are not Dudes.

Kazzy!:

legolas is DEFINITELY a dude imo

Me:

Verdict on Boromir?

InvisibleWashboard:

Boromir is a Dude who temporarily becomes Not a Dude but then regains his status of Dude at the very end.

Me:

I support this

InvisibleWashboard:

Gandalf is also Not a Dude.

meg is me:

To dude or not to dude

Me:

That is the question!

meg is me:

Ulmo is the Dudest

InvisibleWashboard:

Obviously

Writing Valkyrie:

As a treat, he will create super nice, ridable, barrel-y waves.

InvisibleWashboard:

Verdict on whether or not Gimli is Dude material? I’m genuinely unsure.

Writing Valkyrie:

Gimli has a Dude Presence, but he doesn't always do the Dude Activities.

InvisibleWashboard:

Gimli is Dude Adjacent

Me:

He does seem to straddle the line perfectly between Dude and Not A Dude

Movie!Gimli is a Dude tho

InvisibleWashboard:

….this is not the content or conversation I expected when I joined Discord but I am 17496% not mad about it.

Me:

Welcome to the Fig Tree server!! LOL

InvisibleWashboard:

I love it here.

meg is me:

And I love you random citizen

InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, Kazzy! is @kazoosandfannypacks, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Shoutout to everyone who helped me finish my third draft! Here's a little something special to celebrate!

There's three things that really get me through my writing: the first, of course, being God, followed by encouragement from all of you guys, and lastly, music. I have a couple different playlists I listen to while writing, so I came up with this little list as a thank you for encrouaging me to finish draft 3.3!

I'm at the point right now where I have the story's structure and placement of chapter breaks pretty much laid out, and I've selected titles for all my chapters. However, as I'm also a fic author, I had to ask myself, "if my book were a fanfic on ao3, what songs would I reference in the chapter titles?"

So without further ado, here's a song for each chapter of the book!

[uglyduckling339]

Ur turn for an ask:

Who do you relate to the most in Z-O-M-B-I-E-S & JaTP?

Ooo literally an amazing question!!

In JATP, It's probably Reggie bc I relate to his family issues a *little* too well LMAOO

In Zombies, it's either Addison or Eliza. I relate to Addison's wish for a group to fit in with but I relate to Eliza's need to rebel so I can't pick LOL

[chestnuts-secret-lair]

SINCE KAZ IS BEING A LOSER, IM DOING THE FICS TODAY. AND HELL N BACK IS GONNA HAVE MIKEY OR RAPH BCUZ I CAN ACTUALLY WRITE THEM 🌰🌰🌰

[kmomof4]

The Rescue 👀

I had a much easier time on this ine than the other, babe! Thanks!!! And I was very happy with what I got in this sprint, so I’m gonna give you everything!

Killian took one last huge bite of scrambled eggs and swallowed a mouthful of coffee as he and his partner Robin ran for their fire-rescue truck. As the two paramedics on shift at the firehouse, they were both needed on the scene. David, Will, and Killian’s brother Liam were right behind them on their way to the ladder truck the dispatcher had called for.

Sirens screamed as the two trucks sped for the scene of the accident. The morning rush hour was in full swing and it was a nightmare trying to get halfway across the bridge to where they could see the jackknifed tractor trailer.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Hear me out: Audiobook of my book but it's twice as long because I'm the one narrating and I keep stopping every three sentences to share a slightly-relevant anecdote

[kazaleas]

It feels empty. It feels really empty. You've checked the same 3 apps on your phone every few minutes that pass, you've tried to get out of bed and just ended up back in the same sheets with a headache keeping you awake, you've tossed and turned and kicked and rocked, but nothing works to ease this silent loud noise in your ears. It's like your head is full of so much noise and everything is so loud but at the same time it's so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everythings pissing you off, everything hurts, every noise someone else makes has you In the mindset of wanting to absolutely bash their face into an unrecognizable mess, just because you don't want to hear them anymore. This feeling, this dreaded feeling, this painful annoying ache that you can't get rid of.

You can't even look at your favorite people anymore without feeling queasy, you've kept everything to yourself since you started feeling like this again, you can't even do anything around anyone anymore without being asked the horrid question of: “are you okay”. It feels like someone shoved you into a human centrifuge and turned it on 15 different times without breaks in-between. Your heart feels like it's flattening in your chest, sinking, dropping, bleeding, trying to claw it's way out of your skin and run away from this place. Your mind feels heavy, like someone's injected weights into your body and put two large bowling balls on your shoulders and your head and your ankles. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and it sounds wrong, every single smell coming to your noise makes your stomach start to churn. You wanna go to sleep, you wanna crawl into a dripping wet and cold cave and just sleep, and maybe you wont wake up for a week, or a month, or forever.

Your phone vibrates, you see the notification. It's them. You can't bring yourself to open your phone, its like whatever's taking over your mind and body is pricking at your skin with pins and needles and forcing you to lower the device. It's heavy, it feels heavier than normal, it's so. Fucking. Heavy. The phone starts to ring, the tone you set from a song you like starts to play. You like this song, but now all it does is piss you off, all you wanna do is take this heavy rectangle and smash it against the wall until it shuts up. You don't pick up. It rings, and rings, and rings, and you don't pick up. It's only till later, when it's finally stopped ringing for a while, that the weight sets in, and you curl up while icy crystal waters start to churn from your eyes. You're crying, you can feel it on your skin but not in your heart. But you're crying. And it hurts. And now you regret the fact that you didn't pick up the phone.