#sunday writing update

[starlightkun]

❧ these are all separate, independent works! you don’t need to read all of them or read them in any particular order to understand the others. they're all set in the same universe, listed in the order they were written

❧ modern magical creatures au, modern fantasy au, college au

⤷ strawberry sunday - fairy jungwoo, slow burn, one (1) idiot and one (1) tease to lovers, ft. magical ilichils & human johnny; 28.4k

in which you, all your friends, and your stupid massive crush on jungwoo go stay in one beach house together for spring break. you’re determined to make it out with your secret in tact. but… has jungwoo always looked at you like that? touched you this much? like that? he can’t be… flirting with you?

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ romance is dead - vampire kun, strangers to lovers, ft. magical weishens; 19.4k + 10.3k sequel

in which there’s a mix-up with a love potion, and you suddenly find yourself being courted by a several-hundred-year-old vampire. it's not all sonnets and bouquets, though, as you're keenly aware that kun's love could turn to thirst. and maybe you wouldn't mind if it did

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ pupsick - werewolf jeno, bakery au, friends to lovers, ft. werewolf sungchan, magical dreamies, & human renjun; 11.8k + 8.8k sequel

in which jeno’s sick, and insists that you’re the only one who can take care of him. but according to your only other werewolf friend, you're what's making him sick, too

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ the dragon's happily ever after - dragon jisung, fake not dating/secret dating trope, ft. magical dreamies & human renjun; 17.4k

in which you and jisung sort of forgot to tell your nosy friends that you're dating, but realize it's the perfect opportunity to give them a little taste of their own medicine. they're trying to set you two up, while you're trying to see how long it takes them to notice that you're already dating. cue the shenanigans

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ changer - werewolf sungchan, blind date, slow(ish) burn, strangers to friends to lovers, ft. siren shotaro & various magical neos; 22.3k + 25.5k sequel

in which you and sungchan are set up on a blind date, and it goes terribly. you don't plan on ever seeing him again, but a chance second meeting could reignite the spark of... friendship? well shit.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ dr_magic2303 - human renjun, siren reader, academic rivals to lovers, ft. siren ten; 18.3k

in which a mysterious user by the pseudonym of dr_magic2303 starts popping up on your university’s online forums curing everyone’s magical ailments, and you’re determined to get to the bottom of their identity. that is, before you graduate in the spring and lose your access to said forums, of course. the clock is ticking, so you finally decide to enlist the help of your classmate and academic rival for the past four years, huang renjun

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ baby fangs - basilisk mark, sphinx reader, age gap (older reader), strangers to lovers, ft. various magical neos & human johnny (and other special guest appearances); 26.7k

in which mark desperately knocks on your door one night when he gets locked out of his friends' apartment, and you get way more than you bargained for in return. you hardly expect that the cute infatuation he displays for you immediately would be anything more— nor that you'd ever find yourself falling for the basilisk and his baby fangs too

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

[sarcasticratsims]

He does have the nosey trait... After coming home from the record store and deciding not to mention the odd confrontation to Sam, Roy does some investigating on Simstagram.

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[dollsome-does-tumblr]

i have the most horrible confession in the world and it's that when i was in 10th grade english class in like 2003-ish, my friends and i rewrote macbeth in a school project only instead of macbeth, it was bombastic and ridiculous star of tv's the apprentice d*nald tr*mp. and he wanted to become the richest and most powerful man in the world, so he killed bill gates. the three witches were the american idol judges of the time: randy, simon, and paula. the title was "kill bill." (zing!)

for some reason tr*mp was married to barbra streisand (the reason being that i was obsessed with barbra streisand and her diva energy and i worked her into anything whenever i could, like fran fine taught me. i wanted her to be lady macbeth, okay!!!! imagine the POWER!!! "out damned spot" with those fingernails!!!!) and i'm so ashamed that i did this to her. i photoshopped them together in a picture for the cover and everything. god i hope she never finds out. why am i posting about this on the internet. barbra, i'm sorry!!!!!!

i feel like this all might be my fault, is what i'm getting at. the downfall of society. i know that magical thinking isn't a real thing, but what are the odds??!?!! it haunts me. what have i done. this is a joke but also it a little bit isn't. I REALLY PARTICIPATED IN THAT HEINOUS ACT.

[the-kr8tor]

It is done

[seeminglydark]

large unnamed web comic website spam-mailing me every single day for a week with those 'you haven't updated Mil-Liminal in a while' emails I KNOW IM SORRY YOU THINK I DONT KNOW? they sound like they're sending out a wellness check any day now. guess i better get on that.

[imagineitdearies]

Me: *Checks current word count of ch36, it's already at 6.5k*

Also me: *Still has a whole ass scene to flesh out*

[kiwiana-writes]

Thanks @rmd-writes and @sherryvalli for the tags! Words are hard this week but I managed to at least write the intro to a little spicy something…

“Never have I ever… had a threesome.” The look Alex cuts at Henry as he says this leaves Liam with no doubt that Alex is being as much of a little shit as always; he’s proven right a moment later when Henry huffs, rolling his eyes even as he takes a long swig of his drink. “If you want to get me liquored up, darling, you can just say so rather than bringing up all my uni exploits.” If you’d asked Liam two years ago, he’s honestly not sure what he’d find more surprising: that he’d be sitting on the floor of an obscenely large brownstone in Brooklyn while Prince Henry of England confesses easily to having a threesome while at Oxford, or that he and Alex would have found their way back to the kind of friendship that kept him tethered in high school. He turns to Spencer, trying to anchor himself in the one part of his life that still feels a little bit attached to reality, only to find Spencer with his drink halfway to his mouth, staring down into it like it contains a particularly wordy math problem. “Spence, babe.” Liam grins, delighted. “Have you had a threesome I don’t know about?”

As always feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to so tagging @affectionatelyrs @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @lilythesilly @maxbegone @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @orchidscript @smc-27 @stereopticons @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[cowboah-baby]

sorry for being super slow with art and fic updates, i'm back to working full-time and it's kicking my untreated audhd ass

[stellar-solar-flare]

Sunday WIP Update - 29th of September

I'm thinking about making this a thing, for my own accountability mostly, but also to update anyone who might be interested! I'm only listing those for which I can give somewhat of a timeline but of course, everything is subject to change.

LONGFICS:

The next chapter of Brilliant Steel (AO3) is in beta reading and will be out over the next following days.

The next chapter of Astronomical Odds (AO3) is on the home stretch and ideally out the upcoming week.

The next and final chapter of A Fairytale Of A Disaster has been drafted and should be out next week the latest.

The next chapter of For Centuries (AO3) is about halfway done. I would love to finish it next weekend but we shall see.

A mob AU Steve x Reader with soulmate dynamics I shall be unveiling once Fairytale is finished... A few parts, maybe five? (I can hear @anika-ann laughing at me and my delusions of ever writing anything short.) A gift to @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

ONESHOTS I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON: All titles are working titles. Any links lead to posts that have more info.

Duty - Avenger!Steve x princess!Reader, arranged marriage with a HEA, a late submission for Café Writing Challenge.

Bewitched - Steve x wife!witch!Reader, fluffy smut with feelings in her research library, with him fresh home from a mission... (Yes, we're talking still-suited-up fresh.) A late entry for @mercurial-chuckles Smutty September Fest.

Iron Charm - Tony x fae!Avenger!Reader, forced proximity leading to the two of them finally talking things through and maybe some dam-breaking too... A gift to @darsynia.

Dermatoglyphics - Steve x soulmate!Reader, meet-cute turned love-at-the-first-sight turned very loving filth. Set in a world where you have your soulmate's fingerprints at the site of their first touch. My entry to @steviebbboi's 200 followers celebration (Praise kink + "Just stay still, there you go." + "Good girl" + breeding kink (non-pregnancy version) + possessive/or protective manhandling!BB.)

I also have some oneshot prompts in my inbox I'm looking forward to getting to after these ones are done. Thank you for your patience.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

Q: Does your muse have any attention span at all? A: No.

[ficyorick]

out of context chapter 7 line ✌️

[fruitybashir]

The Holidate (Spet me k tebi vleče) - Chapter 13

Excerpt:

“Why did you hate me?” Bojan suddenly asks, tearing Kris from his thoughts and leaving him momentarily disoriented, thinking he must have missed some context for the question.

“What?” he asks.

“You used to hate me, before we started this whole …” Bojan waves his hand between them awkwardly. “Thing. Why?”

“I didn’t hate you, Bojan.” Kris says and cringes at himself.

Read chapter 13 here!

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A terrible price

Hello, I had a very awful thought and I'll let you all suffer with me :) Pls don't hate me.

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

TW: Character death :)

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So, what if Zayne had won. What if he’d managed to 'convince' Jay to give up his research. Maybe after a particular nasty evening, with Jay covered in blood just sobbing and shouting "Fine! Okay! You win!” And he actually does as Zayne says. No more trying to nail Emery. Just letting things play out to let Zayne clear his debt and walk away.

Zayne is satisfied.

And over the next couple of weeks, his mood improves with every passing day.

Even Jay can’t resist to go along with Zayne’s bright mood. Everything feels lighter, even Zayne’s visits. Sure, Zayne still torments him, but not as much as when he wanted to break him, and Jay finds himself, just like Zayne, looking forward to when Zayne can finally say he is debt-free and breaks free from Emery.

He’s practically counting down the days, sure that after Zayne’s life improves, so will his.

But one day, Zayne suddenly stops visiting.

Jay is relieved at first. Pretty sure that, well, this was it. But something is gnawing at him. Surely Zayne would drop by to ‘celebrate’ his freedom and maybe tell Jay that he was packing up and leaving. Or drop hints that his last job was going to be soon. This is strange. And something’s not right. But his new-found freedom makes it somewhat impossible to focus on anything but the fact that he can finally try to take the first few steps to closure.

Then a couple days later when he arrives at work in the morning, Dennis is waiting for him in the lobby. Wearing a grave and somewhat unreadable expression on his face. Jay remembers he received a phone call the day before, shot Jay a sharp glance, but just grabbed his things to rush out of the building.

He now leads Jay into a meeting room, fiddling with a paper file in his hands.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to take this,” he starts, a meek gesture to them alone in the room.

Jay doesn’t respond, doesn’t know how to respond and Dennis continues after a deep breath:

“They found Zayne's body in the river.”

Jay just gives him a blank stare. Merely blinks. Everything, from his thoughts to his expression, just stops moving. Until the gravity of those words fully hits him and he realises what’s going on.

Zayne is…

His lips slowly part as his jaw drops. His thoughts go from zero to full speed in a matter of seconds. His mouth moves, stuttering out fragments of words, unable to fully form even a single word.

“You need prove,” Dennis’ voice breaks through his thoughts. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” His mouth feels dry and he eyes the file in Dennis’ hands.

“It’s not pretty.”

“I need to see it.”

Dennis hands him the file. A police report. Autopsy report.

And on the first page he is immediately greeted by a headshot of… something that resembles Zayne.

His face is all bloated. His eyes are closed, skin discoloured, hair flat on his head. Everything that made Zayne ‘Zayne’ is just… gone; his expression, his smile, his swiped back hair. Now it’s just… a body. With his eyes closed he could almost look peaceful and while the water erased most signs of violence, there’s still something eerie about certain spots on his face that don’t a complete picture, as if parts have been erased. Black and blue parts.

With every page he turns, he quickly swipes his hand over the pictures, not wanting to see. Just reading the cold, medical terms on what happened is hard enough. The words blur together and he only sees things like stabbed several times, lacerations, bruises, breaks, collarbone, ribs, wrists—

“I thought I’d be relieved…” he finally says, over the hand covering his mouth.

“Me too.”

He’s just too late covering a picture on the next page of Zayne’s torso, covered in stab wounds. The lines are clean, but something about them still makes his stomach churn. Something about the placement of the wounds that betrays a precision to avoid any fatal harm. He notices the old scar on his abdomen and for some reason that really hammers home that this puffed up body on a slab really is - was - Zayne.

“What was the fatal one?” He hears his own voice, brittle.

Dennis turns a few pages back and points at the picture. That’s when Jay notices the line over Zayne's throat. There’s a sharp intake of breath.

A little voice in the back of his head manages to make things even worse: did they use Zayne’s own knife?

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Every bit of relief is squashed by something heavy. His heart is racing. His hand is shaking and just doesn’t want to leave his mouth, as if he’s gonna throw up immediately once he removes it.

And he feels something wet against his fingertips.

“No I... why...?!” He takes his glasses off and furiously swipes his sleeve over his cheekbones. “Why am I upset about… about Zayne?!” he cries out, brushing tears away as soon as they appear, as if he can erase any evidence of the bitterness swirling inside.

“You don’t have to cry for the man who did those awful things to you…” Dennis says, voice soft. “It’s okay to cry for the man they dragged out of the water.”

Something doesn’t quite break but Jay feels something crack. Tears seep through it and he finally just slumps down on a chair, catching his head in his hands.

“This is too cruel. He… he didn’t deserve this. Not like this.”

Nor do I! This isn’t the happy ending he wanted! Everything, going back to his old life, his freedom, his recovery, is going to be overshadowed by this. How could he ever be relieved that he was going to be left alone now, happy that Zayne would never visit again, when he knows—

And Zayne… he was so happy these last few days. So sure that his freedom was near. And everything was ripped away. Cruelly punished for doing just as he was asked to do, for making it to the end, for merely existing. For meeting the wrong man.

“I was going to say… call in sick and go home but—”

“But home is no longer safe,” Jay finishes. It wouldn’t take long before Emery would tie up the last loose end. “When was he killed?”

“About five days ago.”

“You’d think Emery would be on my doorstep four days ago then…”

“I’m not going to take any risks. I’m going to finish up, talk to Luke to see if we can arrange some protection and you’re staying with me.”

Finally free. It cost a terrible price. And even now he still isn't free at all. A bigger threat still looms over them all. And it wouldn’t be satisfied with just its first victim.

Things might actually take a turn for the worse.

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[starletdust]

Hwehe.. sory for zo many rquztz :3 bwut can doll request cwg Mr rweca and bwaby sundawy trying to prwetend he not rwgresed ficlet?! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) (/nf, take chu timwez adn twke breakz as well as hydratwe!)

(ownly if chu dwo ficlets ;0!)

cg mr reca + little sunday ficlet !!

ill probs crosspost this on literyely ao3

these ARE my breaks lolz …. i luv makin these pls request all u want (thank ufor reminding me to drink water ╥﹏╥)

i odnt know the word limit or something for a ficlet skrry in advance als o i thought of most of this during my chemsitry class KM RAMBLNG OKAY FICLET TIME

𝜗𝜚 — Sunday didn’t really know where he was going. The others had sent him back to the university after March and the Trailblazer started gushing about how much they wished to try some of the desserts a student had made again, and so Sunday had volunteered to go and get them — he was useful too! And he wanted the Express to start trusting him more.

He’d made it to the campus, but… he couldn’t find the stand they were talking about. Many of them had been emptied after the whole Slumbernana ordeal, having been soley based around the now infamous monkeys. He wandered aimlessly, fiddling with his gloves as he looked around. It was overwhelming, all the bright colors and the loud chatter that seemed to enshroud him. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone here at all — he never truly realized how loud Penacony was, since he was mostly inside The Family’s mansion working.

“Well, if it isn’t the Sunday of The Family,” a voice rang behind him, followed by a low croak. Sunday glanced over his shoulder, met with tired, red eyes. “Or, not anymore. I suppose that season has ended.”

Mr. Reca smiled, catching up to walk alongside the other rather than behind him. “Surprising to see such a high figure so.. lost, on his very own planet. No matter, I will assist you,” he declared, seemingly uncaring about the lack of response from Sunday.

“I’ll be fine,” he eventually managed, glancing away from Reca. His voice was meek, small; a stark contrast to how he was usually — at least, back then. He barely registered the brunet’s comment about his “bad acting” before he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. “If you are refusing my help, then my assistant will aid you instead,” he said, again followed by a mechanical croak. Sunday’s wings fluttered. The little guy was cute, in an odd way. He nodded, his hands folded together — his mind felt fuzzy from the sudden attention.

The director didn’t comment on it, but it also wasn’t like Sunday was tuned in enough to actually realize the way Reca was a bit gentler in terms of Sunday’s performance and how he allowed him to stay close enough to brush shoulders consistently.

He silently led them to the dessert stall, picking a couple of things for the other Express members and something for the little (how he knew exactly what Sunday wanted didn’t really need to be shared). The whole outing had taken longer than expected, mainly with the new childlike wonder in how the halovian would linger at certain stalls with more kid-friendly souvenirs, but in the end Reca helped him back to the entrance and only left him when the regressed had finished his treat and handed him back his assistant.

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

didn’t know how 2 end it …… umms. ya hope u enjoyed like & subscribe

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Love in 6/8

summary:

90 Day Fiancé AU! - For this season of 90 Day Fiancé, we will follow Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin on their journey to the altar. Watch as our beloved characters explore the sprawling New York City, discover the thrilling ups and downs of living with a romantic partner, and so much more. - T • 15k • screenplay

Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5 | Episode 6 | Episode 7 | Episode 8 | Episode 9 | Episode 10

[the-feels-assassin]

Weekly Writing Update

Still plugging away at my Phlint Christmas fic.

For those following along, this fic takes place Dec 22, 2005 - Jan 2, 2006, in which Phil Coulson goes home to Manitowoc and his family of origin, which consists of his mom, two older siblings, their spouses, and a myriad of kids. Then Clint and Nat show up. Family trauma and drama! Plus Phil and Clint getting together.

So in this scene there are two characters "Ashley" and "Tim" who are Phil's 20 year old niece and 18 year old nephew, respectively. Ashley attends Harvard; Tim is still in high school. The "Chris" mentioned in passing is Phil's older sister.

“I needed this,” Clint said, pushing himself into a head stand. He held it for a moment, and then walked on his hands towards Natasha and the kids. It wasn’t as easy to do on the uneven ground or in the snow, the wetness was starting to seep through his gloves, but Clint had done it on worse terrain in the circus. Tim and Ashley were both watching him with wide eyes. If they thought these easy tumbles were impressive, they must not know many gymnasts or acrobats. Clint supposed his sort of people may not be common at Harvard. “You should have worked out with me this morning instead of canoodling,” Natasha said. She stepped forward and pushed his feet. He fell over backwards into the snow. “Ugh, you know I hate working out first thing,” Clint said, hopping up. “Plus the canoodling was with Phil.” A goofy smile came over his face. Phil with his broad hands mapping Clint’s back. Phil, his warm mouth as thorough and competent as he was. “It was too good to pass up.” “You’re really like with Uncle Phil?” Ashley asked, her face and voice filled with puzzlement. She stood next to Natasha, her arms crossed in front of her as she studied him. Her expression was analytical—a cross between the dissecting gaze of Chris and the considering gaze of Phil. “Like, you’re his boyfriend?” “Hell yeah,” Clint said with a big grin. Boyfriend. He was Phil Coulson’s boyfriend. He knew Phil hated that word, but Clint didn’t. He hated partner because it made them still seem like coworkers. He liked boyfriend, because everyone knew what it meant. He was Phil’s. “It’s just…” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t get it.” “What’s there to get?” Clint asked. “I love him. He loves me.” “But you’re so…” Her face scrunched and she motioned at all of him. “Cool. And Uncle Phil is…” She looked to Tim for help. “Not,” the boy said with a shrug. “Uncle Phil is a dork.” “The secret is that they are both dorks,” Natasha said.

Current Total Word Count: 88,823

[artificialchaoscola]

Chapter 20 has finally been planned out. This will be a very ambitious chapter, as many things have to occur for everything to hit properly. It might not all immediately make sense, but consider this and what will happen in chapter 21 a Beginning and an End of something. I just can't wait~

I can't show you guys any snippets of the planned notes since I don't want to spoil anything, so instead I'll leave you guys with a few questions:

What did Eggman mean when he said he'd 'seen this before'?

What is the margin of error Sage fears?

What is a Hero? What makes someone Heroic? Is it a quality you are born with, or one you have to work for?