#not into some other shot and then draft

[endercasts]

ender why are you talking during the team cheers wtf

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

There’s a quiet murmur of sound in the room, movement and conversation. Gu Yiran waits, lets it wash over him until he can make sense of it. Two people speaking in low voices, the occasional lilt into a question before the sound dips back down into [murmuring]. Ding Guozhu, and Zhang Xiaoguang. The quiet metal sound of a thermos opening, and Ding Guozhu’s voice cuts out for a moment.  Zheng Bei’s voice isn’t there.  Neither is Yaoyao’s, Gu Yiran reminds himself.   It’s only that — The last thing Gu Yiran remembers, concretely, with any certainty, is Zheng Bei. The look on Zheng Bei’s face, bursting in through the door, the way his expression changed when he saw Gu Yiran, something almost frantic in his eyes. The very last thing Gu Yiran remembers is the shape of Gu Yiran’s name in Zheng Bei’s mouth — not Gu-laoshi, for once, but Gu Yiran. To Gu Yiran’s right, the door to the hospital room unlatches.  Ding Guozhu and Zhang Xiaoguang’s conversation quiets as the door swings open. First, Yaoyao’s voice, “I bet you’re all starving! Lao Jiu—” and then footsteps coming toward Gu Yiran’s hospital bed, too light and quick to be Zheng Bei’s. There’s a hurried shushing from the corner. The door closes too fast to admit a second person.  Gu Yiran’s eyes are already open. He’s already disappointed.

from the third draft! hopefully the penultimate draft - at least the one scene i have drafted feels like it's only about a draft worth of revision from being done, so i'm optimistic. i'm trying a new thing where i am simultaneously constructing the "outline" / very chaotic list of events by scene for the third draft while also starting to write it. i think i'm liking it so far.

[dixidin]

I think the reason why I make Boothill so obsessed with Argenti is because I'm obsessed with him

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Do not put my art in any ai or repost it as your own work. You are free to use this as a pfp as long as you credit. Any like or rebblog is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

[tricksterlatte]

Chase the Joker chapter 8 excerpt for WIP Wednesday, featuring an exhausted but healing 30-year-old Akechi

[compacflt]

I am sad for your 'the end of the top gun era' that will come. Is there any possibility that even when you finish with all your ideas, someday you will still write icemav? Or are you done shipping icemav after everything is said?

i will never stop shipping or caring about icemav, they are my homeboys & my bffs

i just have other real world writing obligations i need to focus on once i post my extras (soon) 😞 have to start dedicating myself to my creative writing thesis & journalism work fully

Yeah if i have other ideas/motivation to finish old ideas i will definitely do that! It’s not goodbye forever

[hungergameshyperfixation]

Slight “musings” on an older nonspecific Haymitch relationship. Not proper fanfiction, more like scenario prompts. (“Edit”: IDK why I wrote it like this. This is basically like a oneshot…I just forgot the word ‘oneshot’ I guess LMAO) Kinda fluff…??? Idk???

(Also second edit: maybe I’ll explain a bit more in the comments or a reblog but I used They/them pronouns for the other character. I did this both a placeholder but also so that the gender was ambiguous. Idk, I know it seems wonky because I capitalized it sometimes and sometimes didn’t, bear with me. I had like a hard time finally posting this; it’s been “finished” in my drafts since July 💀)

They bring him a cup of warm coffee as he sits out on the porch. He’s staring out into the view from his house; the same house he’s had since he won the Hunger Games at sixteen. He’s seen it a million times, and he’s zoned out now. Haymitch looks over at his person, not making too much of an effort to smile their way; it wasn’t that kind of night. His health had been declining, naturally of course.

He takes the mug of coffee, acknowledging the act. He feels their hand travel to his shoulder, the touch light and familiar. Soon, his head is inched closer in Their direction; he doesn’t acknowledge it when he receives a gentle kiss on his head.

He didn’t like to be babied. But, he had known Them for decades now, and he’d rather be “babied” by them than by anyone else. He doesn’t grumble anymore, not too often at least. Sometimes, if he does it randomly enough, it’ll get a light laugh from Them. He still got that slight sense of pride and an ego boost whenever They laughed.

He looks back out to the shadow covered trees, taking that first sip of coffee…

As he tastes that familiar, comforting drug that was caffeine, they start to brush through his hair. Haymitch didn’t say anything; he still wasn’t sure if he liked it. He knew he didn’t hate it, and as cynical as he was, he didn’t want to ruin these kinds of domestic things for Them. His hair, now gray with the occasional flecks of its original color, was still thick despite the age. Thankfully though, before he can dwell on it too much, They stop. Their hands go to his shoulders, no words being exchanged still. Yet, it’s worked before and it works now. They lean down from behind Haymitch, gently pecking his cheek.

Alright, now they were going too far. His brows furrow and he shoots them a silent look, one they’ve apparently seen before because they just silently look back. Their hands on his shoulders, easing down lightly to ease all the typical aches Haymitch now feels. They lean back in to lightly brush their lips to his cheek again, and Haymitch lets them, brows still furrowed as he takes it in.

“Mm,” they lightly murmur, a tiny upturn of their lips as they glance back at his face. Their eyes held years of memories yet the fondness of novelty. Well, now he might as well give them a kiss back! He doesn’t act happy about it, but Haymitch does begrudgingly lean in to meet their lips for a brief moment. The peck was a little bit firmer than the previous kisses; this was the one Haymitch noticed himself dealing out a lot more with age. It was just easier, that’s what he told himself.

Haymitch watches as they walk back inside the house, presumably to make themselves a drink or to grab a proper jacket.

He liked when they sat to watch the sunset. The sun was already gone tonight, but the sky wasn’t dark enough where the bugs will get them. It was their routine to go in by the time the bugs get out.

[obsessivelyloved]

So I made this as a gift I wanted to see what you think thoughts?

Three leader red, purple and blue, three of them have took control of England despite this, they were lonely, they refused to speak to each other but even if they did the lonelyness continued.

Then one day, a green rebellion start and then they found a 16 year old edd (fake last name insert), was trying to stop them.

You expect the expected, three leaders vs a small single rebellion? almost child's play to them, however after getting the green rebellion leader scanned by a machine, a surprise look on the three's faces for the info they had gotten.

Name: edd (insert fake last name)

Age: 16

Parents: further research shows unknown, mostly/probably orphan.

Crime: rebellion against the three leaders

Weight: average

Height: 6'7

That did explain a few things such as why he acted the way he did, clearly abandon by his parents probably, that's when they all agreed.

Maybe they should try to raise show him the way, understand the rules, maybe if they could they could just try.

I love this so much and I appreciate you sending this to me but Edd's true crime is being six fucking SEVEN at 16. 6'7. I'm gonna fist fight him for being so much taller than me fnksdjfdsfsdh

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"Wow, thought he was an adult," Tom comments as they go over the report. "We can't try a sixteen-year-old for treason."

"We can, it'd just be.... I dunno, wrong?" Matt rubs his chin. "What do you think, Tord?"

Tord stares down the report with an unreadable expression.

"This is a child," he says softly. "And so are many of the soldiers in his little rebellion. We almost killed children today. I...."

"Yep and now we have to figure out what to do with them, especially their ring leader."

"I'm serious, Tom."

"So am I."

[fivekrystalpetals]

this story doesn't exist for me beyond this point in Retrace 92:

everyone is back home safe, the world is saved and they have another tea party, The End!

[carwoodron]

finished the first chapter of my fic and it's down to 8k from the 16k original draft!!!!! everybody clap

[petrichoraline]

racer!biases for my dear @howitrulyam 💕

my boujee moot who i at first associated with being the sole provider of F1 content on my dash

✨Happy Birthday!✨On this Monday we wear pink 🥰

+"bonus"

[toastingpencils37]

Just finished the first draft of "Crystals and Blood (Ninjago Is Always On Some Shit)", and it's at 5760 words and 14 pages. Damn.

[caterpillarinacave]

I am SAT for your Chenry fic. Please please tag me when you upload it?

Aw, thanks so much! I’ll be happy to!

[candyunicornsateme]

Hello!!

I hope you’re doing okay!

Sometimes I read your posts and see how you long to talk to someone and make friends but maybe scared? I also feel that way very much and wanted to let you know that you’re not alone and I and many others enjoy seeing your headcanons of the k2 boys and yeah :)

Hey ;; thank you that's really reassuring. It can be difficult for me to not think no one'd care about my thoughts, even if it's about what most people probably freakin follow me for ??? Yanno?? So it means a lot ;-; Pls always feel free to pick my brain about stuff!!

[essektheylyss]

OKAY I have 60k left to write this year and will probably end up writing more than that (fucking hopefully) so I am putting down my list of stuff that either needs to or I'd like to get done, here goes:

short story (which also needs to just be. PLANNED oh my god that's priority fucking one, I have to do that tomorrow)

finish The Book, My Beloathed (it's not really beloathed but the fact that it is not done Is my beloathed because uGH which is why it is the main priority on this list)

a Lot of the second half of luminous worlds sequel, I cry

apprentice fic (this is wishful thinking but please, brain, at least a PLOT I beg of you)

pirate au. (also wishful thinking. egregiously so.)

[compacflt]

Dude you should be so so so so so proud, literally one of the best pieces I've ever read. It's the angst and complex characterization of Baldwin's Giovanni's Room meets the research behind The Alienist (the book, obvi- haven't actually seen the show yet). I adore how you maintained the characters' personal values even though I don't like them most of the time, and I now know way too much about the military in general because I would wikipedia something every third sentence. (Also thanks for that because coincidentally I'm working on a research project on how low-level fighter jet training affects marine animal behaviour, and I actually passed my first oral with flying colours because of the random knowledge I have acquired while reading/because of your fic.) That being said, I desperately want a physical copy on my bookshelf- would you ever feel comfortable distributing one or letting us go get it printed professionally? If not, I totally understand and am more than happy with what we have access to now! Seriously, thank you- it's incredible.

thank you thank you thank you for the ask!! just gonna answer by point

1. i am very proud!!! just extremely editorbrained ie have been trying to fix all the flaws for the last two months straight, and now all i see are problems & flaws that i couldn’t fix…. you guys should see my hard copy of this fic every single page is basically black with pencil. just ripped it to shreds. it’s just a writer thing i think, i am my own worst critic :(

2. if by personal values you mean political opinions … I wish it were like socially acceptable to post my extremely in-depth headcanons about random shit like this because i am so deep in it that i literally wrote out ice and mav’s voting records since 1980. Tldr: conservaDems. registered R but consistently vote D. mav would vote libertarian if his husband weren’t standing over him threatening divorce. after 1/6/21 change their registration to D & are basically just neolib shills. only reason they don’t vote obama in 2008 is that mccain was a navy vet.

3. thank you for the compliment but i am literally BEGGING you guys not to take anything i say/claim in this fic about the military to be true. there are certainly elements of the truth but many of the details i literally just made up. or altered to make plot sense (see IRST discussion ch 9, IRST was SUGGESTED by Boeing in 2007/8, not implemented until 2010ish). so much of the plot simply would not happen in real life. i can make a whole post about this sometime if people are interested cause there is actually so much I could say about real life accuracy in this fic/implications of real life shit…

4. no way???? that research project sounds so interesting??? congrats on passing ur oral!! idk what that means but congrats!!!! coincidentally i am also working on a research project—it’s why i have to stop working on this fic at some point. my senior research thesis is a novel about USAF CSAR chopper pilots so ive been doing so much research over the last 5 months… but about the USAF not the USN. my navy research HAS helped though. so maybe it’s a mutually reciprocal relationship :) i would love to hear more about ur project!!!