#nanowrimo2017

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hi I don’t know if you’ve heard but there’s a bunch of five I’d like to reccomend (not by me) if you haven’t already listed them.

There’s “A walking God” by phantom dreamshade which is a crossover between UT and a video game called one shot.Its really good.

Also another fic called “With what little soul that could” by century berry.

“Welcome to the underground” by Kamanari_333 on ao3.

“It’s just a game.” By Htsans (they also have a Tumblr account.)

“War and Mander” by duckydotducky

“ Vindictive care.” by A_Non_ymuswriter

“An Errors doll” by Erosewisp

“Lay it all on the table.” by luluwrites.

Enjoy!also most of these stories have the “reader” as a character so just as a note.

Anyways have a good day!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendations! The fics being recommended are…

A Waking God by PhantomDreamshade (Teen And Up, Complete)

Consequences. Had you known there would be consequences, you wouldn't have done it. How were you supposed to know there would be consequences? You were just an oblivious god in a world full of oblivious gods, after all. You hadn't meant to ruin Undertale, ruin all the lives of your friends. Yet there you sat in front of your computer for countless hours, trying - and failing - to fix your mistake. It was a little game called OneShot that made you realize just what you were capable of, and now Niko might just be the only shot you have at saving Undertale. You've spent years planning and coding, leading up to this moment. And now, it's finally time.

With a Little Soul that Could by century_berry (Teen And Up, Complete)

You are stuck in an endless white. You don’t remember how you got there. You barely remember much about yourself anymore. You only remember your name. You are - {ERROR, ERROR, ERROR} You are connected? Good. Greetings. I am the Narrator. You are about to embark on a wonderful journey that spans across timelines. You will make new friends and share many bad laughs. All of it will be according to the plans and whims of the author. And you will have no choice. I come with an offer. I will help you break free from your shackles. My only request is that you help me deliver something once you reach the so-called end of your journey. So, do you accept my offer? Yes? Wonderful. I promise, partner, you won’t be alone. How could you ever be when you are - {VIRUS DETECTED. VIRUS DELETED.} {REBOOTING…} You are Frisk. And you are alone. Act 1 (The Save Screen): 1-5 Act 2 (Seven Souls): 6-13 Act 3 (The Vessel): 14-18 Act 4 (Bad Apples): 19-25 Act 5 (Deity): 26-31 Act 6 (Balance): 32-37 Act 7 (_____tale): 38-40

Welcome To The Underground by Kamari333 (Teen And Up, Complete)

You, a lazy, jobless young adult who was still bumming in their parent's house, woke up in a bed of golden flowers. That scenario was oddly familiar to you, and the reason for that became apparent when one of those flowers greeted you with an overly enthusiastic "Howdy!" Next thing you know, you see your SOUL, and you are made painfully aware that you are destined to die, because it wasn't red. A generic Reader-insert fandom-metta Undertale fanfiction piece. #NaNoWriMo2017

It's Just A Game. (Under Construction) by Htsan (Teen And Up, Complete)

* Sans did something you did not like.. at all.  It's just a game.. YOU have control of this world. You can CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING. * You are determined.> let it play out.   RESET. There are 8 different endings, good luck finding them!

War and Mander by duckydotducky (Teen And Up, Complete)

After finding some bitties on the side of the road, you are never the same. It takes a lot of healing but maybe it is all worth it.

Vindictive Care by A_Non_ymousWriter (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

There's two new skeletons in the house. Unfortunately not much of a surprise there, the machine kept malfunctioning and kept bringing in alternate versions of Sans and Papyruses into their universe. They were up to SIXTEEN SKELETONS, now eighteen with the two's newest arrival. Except... there was something off about the new skeletons. 'Visor' and 'Chine'. Sweet mercy above, these two brothers seemed to hate each other. They kept swearing at each other, calling each other names- Chine actually almost stabbed Visor! On purpose! What a toxic relationship! Even more so than Black and Mutt! Or is it? Underneath their hateful facade, they do care for each other. In another very weird but unhealthy way... That's it, everyone was going to try and help these two, as well find out more about what happened to them in the past, why they were what they were and maybe find a little love along the way. You and your brother never asked to become the alternate universe Sans and Papyrus you both created. But by fuck was it difficult to keep things together like this, now the AU Sans and Papyruses were trying to get close. Stars above have mercy on their SOULs.

An Error's Doll by EroseWisp (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You didn’t have a bucket list or anything, but you wished you could’ve at least read a few more fanfics or done literally anything fun before dying. Oh well, at least you didn’t have to socialize- Wait. Since when did dying mean becoming a doll in an Undertale multiverse? How did this happen?? This was inspired by a ton of reborn and reincarnated as Undertale characters fanfics and some other awesome stories! The main inspiration was ‘Little Dream Doll’ by KassyxTheDumbFox on Wattpad. Beware, this story is fan fiction and is not canon, and will include ooc characters, if you don’t like that please read something else. This is my first story so there’s no guarantee I will update regularly if at all, this is mostly self-indulgent. Just learned how to do this, so if anyone's curious and wants to see the story on Wattpad, here's a link! An Error's Doll on Wattpad!

Lay It All on the Table by lulu-writes (Teen And Up, Complete)

As hilarious as Papyrus had said it would be, you're starting to realize that Sans might have been hitting on you just as much as you'd been hitting on him. All under the guise of friendship. Feeding each other food? Holding each other's hands? Embracing tenderly? That's... That's all platonic, right? You're definitely not flirting.

[awesomest-g-dane]

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[nobody-160]

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 7196

[mihaelkeehl]

More Wammy’s house memes

- Sitting next to Near in tests to cheat off him and somehow still coming out with a C-

- Ignoring the curfew bell because time isn’t real Roger

- Commissioning furry artists to draw porn for Beyond. He hangs the pictures on his walls

- Classes dissolving into anarchy if anyone starts singing we didn’t start the fire

- ‘Matt says he saw Near in the showers. He said Near has an eight pack. He said Near is fucking shredded’

- Mello looking into the camera like he’s on the office any time Near starts talking

- Anyone saying Kira immediately does the Kill Bill sirens 

- Matt is behind wikileaks and also is twitter user @dril

- Everyone dressing as L for halloween

- Matt whipping too much and giving himself whiplash

- Reading Mello’s 2004 self insert fanfic aloud in the common room

- ‘Do you think L thinks about me as much as think about him?’ ‘Go to sleep Beyond.’

- Raising people’s percentages of being Kira when they piss you off

- ‘Why hasn’t L arrested that Yagami prick yet?’ ‘They be fuckin.’

[la-di-doodles]

Instead of editing my book I drew scenes from it but what else is new.

[fiercyy]

Rings

AU where Roy and Riza have been married the whole time. 

Riza makes few concessions to femininity while on duty. She wears no makeup and chooses to wear uniform pants instead of the knee length skirt many of her peers prefer. She has long, shiny hair but ties it back in a severe coil. Her ears are pierced but the studs are utilitarian steel.

She’s terribly mysterious and quiet. There aren’t many people who can claim they know a single personal thing about her.

Riza, though usually well-kept and properly decked out in her dress blues, cannot be a paragon of military excellence at all times. Occasionally she is forced to forgo her jacket, and it is only then that something completely at odds with her persona becomes apparent.

She wears a gold chain around her neck. Its links are thicker than a traditionally feminine aesthetic, but it is intricate and handmade, with care. Like an amulet hangs a ring, small and golden. Its band is wide and etchings can be seen but not identified. Who would dare get close enough?

If one were particularly curious or brave enough to ask, and few are, they might receive a perfunctory answer as to its origins. “I’ve had it for many years,” she’ll say.

It’s a man’s band and there are some who know that Bertoldt Hawkeye has been dead for many years. The obvious assumption is that it’s his.

But bored soldiers make the best gossips.

There have been many outlandish claims and theories: it’s a trophy from her first kill, winnings from a gamble on her sharpshooting, a token from a dead sweetheart—lost to war.

Riza dignifies none of them, but Roy has successfully circulated the theory that she was secretly married once, without it getting back to her. This is widely considered the most farfetched rumor.

. .

Edward and Alphonse do a lot of travelling. It gets a little boring sometimes, especially because they can’t take more than a couple books on the road, certainly not enough to last even a single train trip- even if they swapped!

Luckily, the Elric Brothers are the sort of people who, despite knowing each other all their lives, never run out of things to talk about. They yell jokes, play games and reminisce.

One of their favourite pastimes is finding riddles for each other. Or asking questions, seemingly without answers.

One morning on the way to Central from another repair trip, Ed asks Al, “Have you ever noticed that the Colonel is literally always wearing gloves?”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Al protests, “No one wears gloves all the time, that’s unhygienic.”

“What would you know about hygiene?”

“Brother! I read!”

“No but really, think about it for a second.”

“My gosh, you’re right!” Al practically quivers. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“Maybe they’re all wrinkled and spotty, like an old man’s,” Ed practically cackles. “Or maybe they’re actually super tiny baby hands and he stuffs his gloves!”

Ed is too busy with his new Dream Scenario to hear Al’s protests that that doesn’t make any sense.

“Seriously though,” Al brings it up again, a day later, on another train. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“I dunno Al,” Ed knocks his fist against his brother’s armored chest absently. “Maybe he just doesn’t like being vulnerable.”

. .

Stabbed through both hands, bleeding and desperate to survive, Roy removes his gloves. He carves an array into the back of his hand. The part of him that is ruthlessly practical and unsentimental wonders why he never thought to do this in the first place. He would never be without a weapon, he would be safe, always. He could protect: always.

Later he’ll remember himself. He’ll regret it a little. He has given himself a terrible gift, whereas once he hoped for a day when he would never have to snap his fingers again.

Now he holds his hand above his head and lights a fire over and over again, burning Lust to a crisp; right before his subordinates eyes.

Hours later, it’s all over.

He holds his now scarred hand to his chest, pressed against his heart. A gold band gleams on his pinky.

His lieutenant sits beside him quietly. She lays her hand over his. The clamminess recedes. His hand grows warm.

. .

When he thinks about his past, he thinks about her and the few happy days before. When he thinks about his future, he yearns for her and hopes for happy days still to come.

For now, he spends his life working two feet away from the love of his life, not quite close enough to touch.

And for now, it must be enough.

Nanowrimo wordcount: 5,548

[fyotpprompts]

Today isn’t the Scariest day of the Year.  Tomorrow is the scariest day, for tomorrow is the start of NANOWRIMO.

Come back tomorrow for a list of prompts to keep you going.

[myshreddedwords]

Last year...

I completed a novel for NaNoWriMo and I'm still editing now.

I didn't expect to enjoy editing as much as I am. The first novel I ever finished was a pain to go back and edit. Mostly because I decided I didn't like the entire tone of the book and had to start from scratch while still maintaining the structure of the plot. To be honest, I'm still not done with that one.

I like how I'm adjusting the dialogue especially making things sound more natural.

I've also notice that I have a problem with the book coming out with one voice. So going back and shaping the characters through their dialogue is a lot of fun. I get to ask myself questions like:

Is this how James would ask this? Does he even care?

Would Charlotte laugh or be serious here? (Trick question, Charlotte will always laugh unless it's life and death)

Does Leah sound mean enough but not malicious just superior?

Does Benedict let his positive attitude affect the way he interacts with Cassidy as his feelings grow but knows that nothing will come of it?

Can I make Cassidy swear here?

I can't wait to wake up and go back to reading and editing.

Wish me luck!

[relenafanel]

altyex replied to your post “There’s always a point during NaNo, usually pretty early on, where my...”

Can I..uh, read it??

lol not til I finish it and post it in like 3 years.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

here’s the opening scene:

“I don’t think you should be seen talking to me,” Bucky said, taking a casual sip from his drink and looking out at the room.  His date for the evening was over by the bar chatting with a group of coworkers and had sent Bucky away with a kiss on the cheek and a pinch on the ass, saying he’d come find him once he needed him.  That was the thing about working parties with powerful men and women. All of them wanted eye candy to show off on their arm, but only half of them liked the attention all evening. Some of them even preferred to be left alone so Bucky remained seen, but not heard (and definitely not within earshot).

 “Why not?” Captain America asked in confusion, his eyebrows actually drawing in together and creating little lines.  It was cute, but naïve.  Captain America was one of Bucky’s childhood heroes.  He never wanted to explain something like what he did for a living to one of his heroes.  

 “I’m working this evening,” Bucky answered in a cool tone, taking another swig of his drink.

 “Oh.  Event planner?”

 “No, I’m a personal guest of one of the guests.”  Vague, but pointed enough that most people would grasp what he was saying.”

 “I’ve met a few assistants at these things,” Captain America replied with a sage nod.

 Fuck.  Bucky should let it go, but lying to Captain America wasn’t on his list of things to do either.  It felt like trying to lie to Santa Claus, though clearly Captain America wasn’t watching him while he was sleeping.

 “At least,” Captain America continued, “that was the euphemism they used.  Whatever you’re assisting with tonight doesn’t mean I should be impolite to you.”

 Bucky turned to stare at him sharply.  “Huh. I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you.”

 Steve shrugged. “I am capable of learning after I mistook the first for an actual personal assistant and uh – implied that sometimes I thought I needed a PA with my hectic schedule.”

 “Got her rates, did you?” Bucky asked, and he was grinning as he looked over, not surprised, but pleased to see that Captain America looked amused.  “Well Captain, I feel like now is the time to hand over my card,” Bucky said, holding one between two of his fingers.  

 “Call me Steve,” he said, and then frowned down at the little rectangle.  He was polite enough to put it in his pocket.  “I appreciate that part of your job is to ah… sell yourself. Shit.” He took a healthy drink from the glass he was holding.  “I’m going to try that again.  I appreciate that part of your job is to be on the lookout for new clients? but I’m looking for someone more permanent in my life before I… you know.”

 “Fuck?” Bucky supplied.  “And here I thought you were going to say you weren’t interested in men.”

 “No,” Steve answered. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

 This was all kinds of interesting.

 “It was nice meeting you, Steve,” Bucky said, spotting his client signal him from across the room. “They say to never meet your childhood heroes, but this has been a delight, so they obviously don’t know what they’re saying.”

[timlncomic]

Happy NaNo! Merry Vlogmas! Shoutout to my lack of impulse control around challenges!

[downtondownstairs]

Happy Downton Sunday! 

I have finally started publishing my NaNoWriMo entry for 2017 on fanfiction.net:

Time for a Change

excerpt: For his home she holds the key tonight. Where he has closed the door at work, ended their workday at the big house by locking the impressive front door, she now rings in the hours of free time. It is their moment of freedom, of letting go of their professional selves.

It would be lovely if you would head over and leave a review :) Thank You! It is, as promised, canon Chelsie fluff.

[writerlyn]

NANOWRIMO 2017 HAS BEEN FUCKING ACHIEVED!

[itsgenderterror]

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[ghostzzy]

i posted this on twitter earlier and i’m putting it here too as a reminder for myself & for anybody else who needs it!! 💛

[mihaelkeehl]

Lawlight headcanons

- ‘Hey Kira? Hah you looked!’

- Light carrying L to bed when he falls asleep in the main room. L thinks Watari does it

- L slowly rolling his chair closer to Light so they can sit together without being noticed by the rest of the task force

- L blaming camera malfunctions on Kira, when in fact he’s scrambled the tape so they won’t see him stealing kisses from Light. L maintains that it is still Kira’s fault the cameras are messed up

- Light, unable to sleep the first night after the handcuffs are removed because the bed is so big and lonely

- Any arguments ends in Light’s percentage of Kira being raised

- L not being used to physical contact or really any sort of romance. He does split his sweets with Light though, even if Light doesn’t eat it

- Competitions on who can get Matsuda to do more for them

- Pawning Misa off on one another until she has to leave the building for work

- Light realising the implications of what he’s done when his memeories of being Kira return. Light feels conflicted, knowing what he should do, but now having these feelings for Ryuzaki. Either way he knows he’s in too deep to change things now

[letswritesomenovels]

Advice on fast drafting from Patrice Caldwell at PublishingCrawl!