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[kazoosandfannypacks]

I have a few of these!

Here's a little snippet from my original wip, The Admiral's Daughter

"I suppose I ought thank you for not keeping me below decks in another windowless brig," she half chuckled, "though I suppose it would still be better company than I see before me now."

She looked up and saw a smile at her snide remark.

"So you mean to say no one is better than me?" he teased.

Maristella sighed heavily.

Here's Kingdom Trap (my Cygnet Scholar Enchanted Forest AU)

The carriage had a large, tinted glass window on its door, and Gideon quickly noticed the figure of someone inside banging on the door, her voice calling for help.

and, of course, part of one of my favorite snippets from my beloved Cygnet Scholar Superhero AU

"I understood it fine," Hope defended, "they're called 'quadratic' equations, because 'quad' means four, and they're four times as likely to make me jump out a window."

I also have one for the Sabezra No Order 66 AU That's Basically Obitine But Slightly To The Left

Sabine stood on the window ledge, the cord on her belt securely fastened to the bar at her feet, then leaned back and belayed down the side of the wall. It wasn't the first time she'd snuck out this way, and she tried to fight off the nagging thought that it would be her last, at least, her last for a very, very long time.

And lastly, here's a sneak peek at my very special Christmas surprise!!!

He watched absentmindedly as carolers sang outside the window, bundled up like the folks of the song they sang, a message of cheer and goodwill.

This week’s word is…

✨ WINDOW ✨

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]

Today I got started thinking about raspberries.

Guys, I love raspberries. Raspberry iced tea, raspberry yogurt, raspberry smoothies, raspberries on their own. I adore them. They're a pretty color and when they're blended they're another pretty color and they taste amazing and they've got a super fun texture.

Tonight I was treating myself to one of my favorite foods: yogurt with honey and frozen raspberries mixed in. I can't get enough of that stuff (and being on an antibiotic gives me an excuse to eat as much yogurt as I want ;))

As I was stirring up my treat, I couldn't help but wonder: Did God know? Did God think about this moment? When God made bees, did He think about how their honey would sweeten my snack this evening? When God made cows, did He consider which cow's milk would make my yogurt? When God made raspberries, did He know we'd freeze them so we can eat them year round? Did He know how much I'd love the flavor and the color and the texture? Do you think I was on God's mind when he made raspberries?

Because I think I was, and it's incredible. God made raspberries and knew I'd love them. What else did He make with us on his mind? As He forms each daisy, does he think "I can't wait until Kazzy sees this one?" As He sends the sun and rain on the crops of wheat that'll become the flour that'll become the cakes I bake, does He think about the joy that I get from doing that? He created the sand that became the glass became the lenses of my glasses— when He did that, did he realize He was granting me greater sight?

I think He did know, and it's honestly blowing my mind how many blessings I have that remind me how often I am on God's mind.

God, thank you for raspberries, and yogurt and honey and sunshine, and all the little blessings I take for granted every moment 🙏

[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.

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Nose boop.

A quick sketch of a moment in chapter four of @kazoosandfannypacks fic "It Now Belongs to You" that I've been thinking about all day.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Especially if you're reading online where looking up a definition is as simple as highlighting a word and clicking "web search"

This might be unpopular but I’m not going to use simpler vocabulary in my writing if it’s out of character for the narrator. If my POV character is a botanist, he’s going to call a plant by its name. If you don’t know what it is you can either Google it or move on just knowing it’s a plant of some sort.

I don’t like this trend of readers being angry that not everything is 100% understandable for them. I want my characters to be believable as people and sometimes people use words people outside of their field will not understand. That’s not a bad thing.

You don’t have to understand every word to get the gist of what’s happening. I’m not going to slow down an action scene to describe every weapon because someone might not know them by name. They can just assume it’s a weapon because that makes sense in the context of the scene.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Camp Half Blood Halloween Lookalike Shenanigans Headcanon

My little brother and I decided it would be funny if there was a Camp Half-Blood halloween party where everyone came dressed as a different member of the camp. Our ideas include:

Grover dresses as Percy, borrowing one of his flannel shirts and putting a streak of gray in his hair.

Nico also dresses as Percy, but in the most stereotypical way possible. He keeps pulling massive amounts of blue candy out of his pockets and threatening to fight people with a ballpoint pen.

Annabeth dresses as Grover. She finds a way to get food to look like tin cans and candy wrappers, and spends the whole time eating those while stopping everyone who keeps accidentally littering.

Percy and Jason dress as each other and swear they didn't plan it in advance. Piper also dresses as Annabeth and she and Jason call each other seaweed brain and wise girl the whole time.

Mr. D complains that the whole thing is stupid and he's not participating, up until the day of the party, when he's seen walking around with an orange t-shirt and a nametag that says "PETER JOHNSON"

Connor and Travis are dressed as themselves. They keep saying things like "CLEARLY I'm dressed as my brother," and "can't you tell? We switched necklaces!" when in actuality they did not at all and came dressed as themselves (or as each other pretending to be themselves I guess?)

Will plays the greatest Nico DiAngelo imaginable, wearing all black, carrying around a Happy Meal box, and walking around complaining about how "everyone hates me even though I have no evidence to support this claim" and "oh maybe those Apollo kids are right and I should start actually taking care of myself, but alas! I shall not!"

Leo dresses as Jason. Actually, he's wearing a superman costume and a blonde wig, but it gets the point across. He keeps walking up to Percy, who is also dressed as Jason, and saying "oh great, ONE of us is gonna have to change," and also finding random places to pretend to pass out and knock himself unconscious. He's having the time of his life....

That is, until Hazel shows up from Camp Jupiter in a dirty white buttondown shirt and suspenders, grease staining her face and hair, wearing a cheap dollar tree toolbelt with plastic tools. She peppers a pun into every conversation and jokingly flirts with half the girls there, and even though Leo acts unimpressed, everyone else agrees she almost makes a better Leo than he does.

Frank comes with her. Having mastered his powers of shapeshifting, he manages to shapeshift only his lower half into a horse, thus making a pretty good centaur, and he wears a suit jacket and speaks in a cryptic manner, making for a pretty convincing Chiron. At first, Frank wasn't sure if it was such a good idea. Maybe Chiron would think it was rude, or in poor taste? He ends up very glad that Hazel and Leo convinced him to do it when he sees how much everyone appreciates his costume.

And, of course, Frank realizes he had nothing to worry about when Chiron comes in wearing a hawaiian shirt, with a diet coke in hand, as he calls every single camper by the wrong name.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

same premise as a fake dating au, but make it platonic:

"I've never met you before, but you're the only other woman in this bar and this guy's been creeping on me; can you pretend to be my childhood best friend?"

"I told my sister I was going to babysit her son, but only because I accidentally told my date tonight that I'm a single parent and she wanted to meet my kid."

"This indie cafe offers cheaper drinks if you refer a friend; wanna pretend we know each other?"

"You jokingly said that we've been friends for years, but someone believed it, so even though we've never met each other this is objectively a very funny bit to commit to"

"oh shoot i told my parents i was hanging out with friends but it's actually a date and now my parents are here and can't know about this; quick, let's join these kids from school so it doesn't seem suspicious"

"oh the group discount is a family discount? well, I'd like to introduce my 'siblings'"

"This contest is father/son only and it's been my dream to win this for years, but dad's not in the picture anymore. I know you're just a good friend of my mom, but I know your angle; I'll put in a good word with her if you pretend to be my dad today"

"it's career day at school, but one parent is unemployed and the other one's gone. i know you're just an employee at the coffee shop i study at, but do you think you could take their place?"

"we're dating but if my parents find out they won't let you come on vacation with us so we'll have to pretend to be just friends"

"we're coworkers who look so much alike everyone asks if we're related and from now on we're going to say yes."

"i walked into the restaraunt and made eye contact with my ex while he's on a date with another girl. I can't just walk out and I can't eat alone with him right over there; can I pull up a chair and join you ladies?"

"i want to go on this father/son camping trip, but my dad's not around. you've been my mentor figure at church for a while; wanna pretend to be my dad?"

"i come in and visit with the ladies in the nursing home every month. one lady with dementia thinks I'm her granddaughter and it doesn't help to correct her. the nurses said her family doesn't ever want to visit. she keeps asking about my sister [I don't have a sister] and saying how much she misses her, and I know it's gonna sound really horrible if i ask you to help me lie to an elderly dementia patient, but....."

feel free to add more! tag me if you use these :D

[kazoosandfannypacks]

please 🥺

Question for fic writers: do you find it weird when people comment on every chapter of a wip as it comes out?

[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.

[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]

may i interest you in a snippet of one of my poems?

Autism is feeling mature compared to your peers as a child and then as an adult feeling extremely immature and childish compared to your peers

[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!

[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...”

[kazoosandfannypacks]

ao3 writers wrapped ask game!

made this ask game for fic writers! feel free to send me some asks, and reblog if you'd like your followers to send you some asks too!

1. How many words did you post this past year?

2. How many fics did you post this past year?

3. How many fandoms/pairings did you write for this past year?

4. How many published works are you leaving unfinished going into the new year?

5. What fic surprised you with how much interaction it got this past year?

6. What fic surprised you with how little interaction it got this past year?

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of from a work this year!

8. What's your favorite work you posted this past year?

9. What are you most proud of accomplishing in your writing goals this past year?

10. What are your writing goals for the upcoming year?

11. Do you have playlists for any of your fics/wips?

12. What inspired [work posted this past year?]

13. What fic are you most excited to post in the upcoming year?

14. Give us a sneak peek of one of your upcoming works!

15. [Freebie! Ask any question!]

[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.

[kazaleas]

The poll I made for fics based off songs is finished, I had to delete the og post because i accidentally clicked the week timer.. but here are the results!

I'll do it in order of 3's.. which is

• Too sweet (Future Apoc Leo)

• dirty thoughts (Saved future Donnie)

• hell n back (I don't really write good with Mikey or raph rn.. so im stuck between present day Donnie or Leo..)

Once im in a mood where it doesn't feel like in inside a human centrifuge, I will get to working on these. Love~ (also help me pick between Leo or Donnie please)