#tagging it bc of the excerpt lol

[birdiedoesdc]

💖 👻💥🦄 for the ask game!!

HIIII HAVEN <3<3 thank you for the ask!!

(writer goal ask list for the new year!!)

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

obviously write more fanfiction. i'm also going to try to apply for mfa programs in the fall (WHAT AM I DOING) so i would love to bolster up my original fiction portfolio for that!!

👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?

...would it be terrible if i said i wanted to try more porn.

🦄 Is there a new POV you'd like to try writing?

i would really love to write more of sofia gigante's pov. she approaches everything with this straightforward, ruthless practicality, but there's still this very deep core of care to her that she can't shake. very excited to explore how this shows up in her relationships with selina and jason in the au!!!

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

as you well know, i am neck deep in sofia + jason stuff right now. they've CAPTIVATED me. i've got a longer thing i'm workin on rn (no plot--just messed up people having emotional conversations with no real resolution at each other for 10k+) BUT i also have a couple of fics set in the same au that i'm planning on posting for jay todd week which is coming so soon ahhhhhhh. anyway here's a bit from one of those :))

“Shit,” Hood hisses, staticy through the helmet’s filter. Sofia glances back down at the wound to see that it’s still bleeding, leaking through the clumping, foaming powder. “Okay. It’s not—that’s okay.” He’s always been a very bad liar, Sofia thinks, something warm and strange spreading through her chest. Probably a symptom of the blood loss.  Now he’s trying to open up a square of gauze, but the paper keeps on slipping away from him. He curses again. His voice sounds oddly uneven, disjointed. “Jason,” Sofia says, and she doesn’t know why. She’s always been good at compartmentalizing. When the helmet is on, like it is now, when they’re working together, he’s Red Hood. When the helmet is off, on the other hand. When she’s taking him suit shopping because he can’t be trusted with his own wardrobe, when he’s sneaking into her apartment at late hours in the night after a particularly bad fight with Bruce, when he blows through her pantry in a day and she calls Selina in front of him to complain, who just calls him a growing boy because she’s always been soft on him, when he’s laughing on the couch looking like his own age for once—when the helmet’s off, he’s just Jason.  He stills when she says his name. Sofia has to forcibly pull her thoughts back on track, drifting and scattered as they are. “Your hands are shaking,” she says at last. “Yeah,” he breathes out. He reaches up to take the helmet off, and then it really is just Jason in front of her. Still in the domino mask, sure, but the domino mask doesn’t do anything to hide the tight, worried slant of his mouth. “Yeah, Sofia. I know.”

[chayscribbles]

five senses tag (11.6.2024)

thanks @winterandwords for the tag!

rules:

📝 Share a snippet to represent each of the five senses! (Taste, Touch, Smell, Sight and Sound)

these are all from the gemini heist!

TASTE

Leo nudged aside her veil with her glass just enough to take a sip of her drink, as if the sweetness of the wine could dispel the bitterness she felt at his words.

TOUCH

Purple light erupted from Illiana's fingertips, flowing into the lock. She could feel, in her mind, the various pieces of the lock’s mechanism as if she were running her fingers over them, and after having done this a few times, she knew which parts to move and where. Within seconds, the lock gave way, and with a creaky complaint, the door slid open.

SMELL

Sweet, fruity perfume filled Euna’s nostrils, making her head spin even more as she gazed up into [REDACTED]’s face.

SIGHT

Now that Leo had her back to her, Gabi couldn’t help but allow her gaze to linger on Euna’s face— rounded chin, small flat nose, rosy cheeks, and cupid lips. Lips that curved into a tiny smile as Euna’s brown eyes lowered from the ceiling and locked with Gabi’s. Gabi quickly hid her warming face behind the screen of her datapad.

SOUND

“I’ll do it,” said Zeya. Everyone whirled around at the sound of the soft, feathery voice behind them. Zeya now sat on the pool table, knees drawn to her chest. Euna, who had, in her shock, spit out a mouthful of lavaroot tea, wiped it off her chin with the back of her hand and demanded, “How long have you been there?”

tagging: @abalonetea @akindofmagictoo @uraniumwriting @em-dashes @enchanted-lightning-aes and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[scribble-dee-vee]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by @somethingclevermahogony – thank you!!

Words: hair, drop, wrath, shudder

Hair

I spend SO much time writing hair descriptions! Here's one from the chapter I just wrote:

She wore silvery-blue, which caught the light reflecting from the dance floor. Her hair glistened, too, as she turned her head to track a pair of dancers down below. Her inky black tresses formed a precious and elaborate pile of braids, secured with sapphire pins. Such adornments seemed trivial, compared to the gemstones that hung about her neck. Violet-blue beauties, a necklace of jewels like a vine of ripe grapes.

Cecelia is prettyyyy

Also would u believe me if I told you that this paragraph has some sneaky plot-vital information hidden in it 👀

Drop

The bar had grown more crowded since she’d come; that meant more eavesdroppers, but also more noise. Rumors spread between Rosenreel’s flowers like weeds.

Is this cheating?? Maybe lol

Wrath

Charles pressed my face into his chest. He’d grown half a foot since the winter. I wriggled and swore, but he didn’t relent. I settled in his grip, wrathful and relieved, supported by familiar, gentle arms.

Annoying sibling hug!! This is unfortunately the BEST that Charles and Cecelia ever get along in this book, RIP

Shudder

I'm including the whole exchange for context bc lol

“You’ll wear blue, of course.” Dale had removed every piece of clothing from his wardrobe. He appraised them all in his shirtsleeves and suspenders, picking over each item like a persnickety art collector. “It’s traditional. And a light blue, I mean, not your usual mournful stuff.” “Yes, mother.” I glanced up at him from my bed, where I’d been attempting to read a novel for the past hour. “What are you doing, anyway? If you have to wear blue-“ “It can’t be a summer blue.” A waistcoat sailed over my head, hit the wall, and crumpled to the floor. “It can’t be outdated. It can’t be anything I’ve worn for the past two years, at least.” “Why not?” “You clearly don’t understand the gravity of a ball. It’s not just a party, Starkley. People will come in from Rosenreel for this.” “Ah.” I leaned back on my headboard. “We must shudder at the prospect of judgement.”

Boys be NICE to each other you're in LOVE 😭

I'm going to tag @jmhwritesstuff, @dreamingofstarslight, @hyba, @albatris, and @unfocused-overwriter, plus anyone else who wants to do it! My words for you are narrow, perfume, disappear, and slowly.

[wikiangela]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @buddiearemydads and @honestlydarkprincess 💖

While I am still working on the 6x17 fic and the holiday fic, I just started the dog fic I mentioned in temptation tuesday lol so here's a little snippet

It starts as a random remark on a sunny Sunday afternoon when the three of them are at the park. They’re just taking a walk, with the goal of getting ice-cream from the best ice-cream place in the city, according to both Buck and Chris – which is just an ice-cream stand in the middle of the park. 

There’s a lot of people around, strolling and talking just like them, or having picnics, or walking their dogs… and that last thing is what starts a conversation.

Because a big dog runs up to Buck – Eddie’s not even surprised at how every single breathing creature, human or otherwise, is just enamored with Buck, he’s used to it – and he stops to pet it with the brightest smile. Meanwhile, the owner, a young girl probably in her early twenties, catches up and apologizes profusely, saying that the dog tugged the leash out of her hand, and assures that it’s friendly and it’s safe to pet her – which is what Buck’s already doing, anyway.

“Hey, pretty.” he coos, crouching down, both hands petting the dog’s head, while it pants happily, tongue out. 

“Can I pet her, too?” Christopher asks, giving Eddie the most adorable pleading expression, and Eddie just can’t say no. 

“Of course. Just be careful.” Eddie says and watches as Chris walks closer to Buck, who holds one of his crutches to prevent it from falling, when Christopher hurries to pet the dog with the brightest smile.

No pressure tags: @silentxxsoul @diazass @elvensorceress @rose-buddie @mrevanbuckley @shortsighted-owl and whoever else wants to do it hah

[nat-seal-well]

WIP (not) Wednesday 💙

I was tagged by @evilbunnyking, who is easily one of my favorite authors :)

Tagging @pinksparkl @friendlyfaded @ejunkiet @agentnatesewell and anyone else who wants to share! (I’m sorry if any of you have been tagged already ;-;)

Here’s a little bit from what will be the second part of safekeeping!

Ava and Mason don’t join them until the sun is almost about to start rising again. There are no windows to look out of, but when Nat checks her watch, the time tells her it should be nearly dawn.

Nearly dawn, and still no word from Elidor on the other side of the door. There are wards in place to keep voices, specifically, from being heard through the walls—patient confidentiality is a concept that exists within the Agency, just as it does in the mortal world—and the lack of anything is enough to drive her mad.

Felix had taken up the bench beside her hours ago when it was clear she had no intention of sitting down. He’s stretched out along the length of it, hands behind his head with his knitted hat tugged down low to block out the fluorescent lights above them. Not sleeping, but doing his best to pretend to be to give her some illusion of privacy. Nat appreciates the gesture, even though she can see right through it. Especially when he jolts upright the second the approaching footsteps reach his ears.

There’s a lock of gold loose from the bun Ava always has her hair in. And Mason’s jeans have mud on the hems, dried by now and dusty, but other than that there is no indication on either of them of what happened earlier. It feels like it was a lifetime ago. It feels like a dream. Or a nightmare.

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

HOLD ON WAIT UP HOLD THE PHONE

I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS THERE BUT HAS BLUE LIKE DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF A SERIES OR IS THAT A NEW DEVELOPMENT???

I FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN FUCK Y E A H

Okay so

I...

have been cooking

by which I mean illusions of grandeur and

schemes

And I have not been forthcoming lol Everyone kind of disappeared all at the same time so I kind of stopped talking about what I'm doing but I have been biding my time, quietly putting mechanisms into motion and plotting and occasionally cackling over my cauldron.

I finished the first draft of Blue like don't forget about me and didn't like it so I cut out all the sci-fi fantasy stuff (bye bye aliens farewell superpowers) and in November wrote a new first draft that's all contemporary romance babeee and I'm so in love with it I'm turning it into a little 3-part (possibly 4 if I can't control myself) series.

The original childhood years have been split off into a prequel novella called Red like my bleeding heart in your hand. Then Blue like don't forget about me will take place 20 years later. Nash works at Cherished Hope Nursing Home

“And what is it you do? At the nursing home, I mean.” I wipe shit off of old people. And Teddy’s a hockey player. What’s Luke, an underwear model? He shouldn’t have come.

Teddy comes back to town for a funeral and

Teddy looks at him for the first time in twenty years and every ounce of warmth leaves his expression. Message received. He should not have come.

OKAY SO AND THEN the next book will be Jo's POV and is called Violet like these delights. and MAYBE there will be a 4th from Luke's POV bc he gets to live this time by the grace of god (me) but it'll depend on how Violet goes (its current state is mostly vibes and a single overarching theme so, stand by).

Red needs a clean-up round of edits to snip out the few little threads that connected it to OG blue. And rewritten blue is basically done. I've done the major revisions and am about to start line edits and after those are done I'm sending it out to beta readers (lmk if you're interested).

There are concise actual summaries in my pinned post btw lol

WHICH REMINDS ME

The series title is Wildflowers of Deliverance. Which I'm extremely proud of. Did you notice did you notice how each title incorporates a wildflower did you did you? and the town they grew up in where Nash and Teddy first met is called Deliverance!!! It's okay I know I'm a genius.

And this brings us to the meal okay? because like I said I've been Cooking™ quietly but steadily for a few months now. ANd what have I been cooking? PLOTS and PLANS

I've decided on a pen name: Sarah B. Elisa

I've created a(nother) side blog for it that will be exclusively centered on my og writing and geared more toward readers rather than writers like this blog is: @sarahbe-writing

I'm going to create a website (as soon as I convince myself to spend money)

and a newsletter (as soon as I convince myself to spend money and do work)

I'm still waffling between trad publishing and DIY. I really like all my hats and it would be a shame to have to share them but oh my god I don't want to do all the marketing but trad pub seems hit or miss on how well they market you so I might get half of my hats taken away and still have to do the marketing bullshit UGH

anyway

OH YEAH and the OG draft I wrote for Blue? I'm going to spin it back to its OG OG roots [parkner, naturally--Return of The childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to super-powered rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers finally wip!!! AKA: We Were Gods (we were kids)] and that will fix all the things that went wrong and I didn't like 😌 so it's basically like double Christmas I think

[newty]

re: prev post, the primarly relationship in teleny (1893) is the protag and this pianist, rene teleny, and they meet after teleny's concert where he and protag shared an erotic historical hallucination bc they Literally have some kind of psychosexual mind meld thing going on and ANYWAY.

i think abt teleny's ch1 'perhaps' scene all the time

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.

[touchingmadness]

Camp Nano Progress Update #1

The first week of Camp Nano is complete, and I'm actually really happy with my progress! I expected this month to be a little rough for me, since I'm usually pretty active in the (currently shut down for good reason) Nano forums and tend to use the energy of other writers to bolster me through the event. And yeah, I'm writing a lot less than I would be under those conditions. But I'm still writing, and I'm still enjoying what I'm writing, and that's what really matters to me.

Excerpt:

You spend the rest of the day loitering around a city that would be far more beautiful if it wasn’t smack dab in the middle of tourist season. Instead, the streets and beaches are teeming with well-off people getting away from their well-off lives and generally spoiling the atmosphere with their existence. You can’t help but feel bad for the people who live here, even if you’re sure they make a pretty penny off of these people. And so will you, it seems, when Soren nudges you with a smirk and proceeds to nick the coin purse right off of a wealthy man’s belt. It takes everything in you not to gape at him, but you do cast around your gaze discreetly. The menace is subtle and slick, good with his fingers and anything that requires him to be quiet and look innocent, but this is something entirely different than what you’re used to from him. Sure, he’ll pilfer anything left unattended for too long, but pickpocketing is a whole other game. You have no objections – these people could do with lighter pockets – but it’s not going to be good for either of you if he gets himself caught. “Watch yourself,” you sign as he shoves the pouch into his bag. He sticks his tongue out like a child, fingers flying. “Watch me yourself.”

Statistics and reflection under the cut.

Just the Numbers

I've added 6,302 words to Let the Light In in the past week, bringing the total count for the project up to 23,611 words. Most of these new words have been in Chapter 3, although a few were used to round out Chapter 2 at a healthy 7,942 words. I've written on 5 out of 8 days, with my highest wordcount day occurring on April 8th, with 2,132 words written.

Notable Scenes

Group cuddles. I cannot stress this enough. Group cuddles!!!

A thieving contest started by the savior of the universe. Hell yeah.

Lounging in the ropes on a boat. Showing off like a cat.

First kiss (angst edition). Not quite to first kiss (soft edition) yet.

Making Big Decisions

I've already stated that I'm quite happy with what I've written, and while that's true, I have had some decisions to make. There was one scene I got myself especially tripped up over. I wanted to use it to develop the dynamic between my POV character and a member of the party, but I recognized that the pretense under which I had them sit down for a conversation didn't ring true for either of them. I wrote a good chunk of it, and it's still in my draft, but I know for a fact that it's going to be scrapped. I'll replace it with something more naturalistic later.

Based on where I'm at in Chapter 3 and how much I have left to cover, this one's going to be a lengthy one. That being said, I'm standing by my decision to segment the first three chapters (which span over the first act of Dragon Quest XI) the way that I do. Narrative cohesiveness is more important to me than content balance, especially when I know that Chapter 4 is going to be an absolute baby chapter, since it only encapsulates a short story that happens in the game's interlude.

A decision I still need to make is where I'm going to start the narrative for Act II in Chapter 5. This is more about the logistics of the source material and the fact that the player character is not my POV character for this fic. Basically, at the beginning of Act II in DQXI, you have to regather your party members. If you follow the story, you regain my POV character fourth, but you can get him third if you decide to wander. I haven't decided how I'm handling this in the fic yet, because there are benefits and drawbacks to both, but I think I'm going to write it as though he's acquired third and remove/edit scenes later if I decide to go in the other direction. Final decision will likely come down to how good those scenes end up being and how well they integrate with the rest of the chapter.

Moving Forward

The rest of Chapter 3 is going to be mostly relationship development for the main pairing and the party as a whole, which I am so excited for! I have a lot of funny, goofy little ideas planned to really cement all these Fools™️ together, though the thieving contest scene and its aftermath will likely remain my favorite. It's nice to have this downtime with them before the plot and angst pick back up again. I don't anticipate finishing Chapter 3 this week, as there's some lengthier scenes I have planned, but I'm perfectly content to linger in these moments, especially since that's why I'm writing this.

I hope everyone else's writing journeys are going just as great! My inbox is open if you want to infodump or chat! 💖

[lemonnbug]

hiiii😊 pretend I didn't randomly dip without warning lmao

[itsalwaysdark]

having a midlife crisis atm i think i might start reading [redacted] this is rly scary for me keep me in your thoughts

[hanzajesthanza]

i love when characters are completely right about something but because what they suggested was framed in like a throwaway humorously absurd way it just flies under the radar forever until the narrative hands you the very info and youre like ohh whoa. and then later when you're combing back through previous stuff youre like Hey wait

[foxmulderautism]

also waking up realising I posted an excerpt that I didn’t really want to post in hindsight but it’s okay bc this sites algorithm is so fucking bad barely anyone saw it 👍

[myokk]

20 q's for fic writers

tagged by @crushribbons love you Laney😙😙😙😙💓💓💓

How many works do you have on AO3? I am a humble baby writer so I only have three...so far

What's your total AO3 word count? 99,211...before I joined tumblr and fanart hell (affectionate) I was writing SO MUCH...I started in January bahahahahhahahahahahahah

What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy, but in the future I'll probably do Tomione…beginning of death eaters super evil but sexy 1940s Tom Riddle making Hermione turn evil… (among others). Tbh (fanart-wise NOT writing) I also want to draw harvest moon…stardew valley…x files… I would love to attempt writing for P&P bc I have so many ideas, but I am too lazy to make sure they're historically accurate and it would drive me crazy if they arent so I'll just enjoy them hehe

Top five fics by kudos? I only have three published so far, but the most popular is my Ominis oneshot, legilimency. I have no idea how that one actually got readers...but I'm happy bc I really like it too and I reread it sometimes!! My main fic is actually doing a lot better than I expected too, bc when I started posting I was just shouting into the void and I wasn’t part of the community or anything🥹 the little excerpts I post here too, that go along with my writing, also do a lot better than I expected and it makes me so happy to read your comments💓

Do you respond to comments? yes!!!!! Comments/hashtags always make me SO HAPPY and these interactions are the fun of sharing these things with you all. I get swamped by notifications sometimes so I might respond super late but I always try to bc I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? my main fic...I have a horrible ending planned but I might chicken out at the end and make it happy. in my fanarts I can make them happy so that might be enough for me...and I’ll go with the evil ending muahahahahahaa

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? the Imelda/Poppy fic. Honestly it's not popular but it holds SUCH A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART...it’s popular to me😤 I reread it a lot...my love letter to Imelda

Do you get hate on fics? I don't think so...If I do I'm out of the loop bahahahhahahahaha. Honestly I've had haters before on other platforms and it's not something that really bothers me bc if I don't personally know someone, I don't care what they think...and like Laney said...if they don't like something they should just make what they want to see instead lol

Do you write smut? yes😳

Craziest crossover? None I Am A Boring Girl

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of!!!!! But I also just started writing this year. I've had my art stolen sooooooo many times before though on IG and tiktok (not here yet that I know of…). If it's just copying my art I don't mind that much with these fanarts because that's how you learn and a copy will never look like the original but...

Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but I'm collaborating with @versailles-black for fanart shenanigans bc our MCs are cousins🥹💓 plus the whole Leo/Bea thing with @the-ozzie …I’m actually considering writing a oneshot about the two of them so I think it counts!!

All time favorite ship I have two...Elizabeth/Mr Darcy have had me in a vicelike grip for my whole life...but so have Scully and Mulder...

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I really really really want to write my Ominis longfic that's a continuation of my oneshot, but it's hard to find the time to write lately bc I've been so busy!!! like...even finding time to do these fanarts is a struggle these days. I still have hope I'll finish it though bc apart from ME wanting to read it there are a few others who are also looking forward to it!!!

What are your writing strengths? no idea🥲

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally like it!!! But only if it's used correctly...I've seen Spanish in fics before where the person CLEARLY doesn't speak it and it drives me crazy, esp if the character is supposed to be Spanish-speaking. Or...when people add random phrases in with the rest English, bc as a bilingual person I feel like it doesn't really work like that lol. I added some Spanish to the Imelda oneshot I wrote and I like to read it when it's done naturally, and if anyone asks me for translation in the comments I’m happy to oblige🥰

First fandom you wrote in? Hogwarts Legacy is my first fandom ever bahahahhahahahahah

Favorite fic you've written? tbh I love all three that I've written so far!!!!!! I can't choose🥹🥹

Laney said there's no 20th question…I love you all😙😙😙

zerooo pressure tags for @kay9leo @writing-intheundercroft @heyitszev @noxxytocin and anyone else who thinks it would be fun to answer🥹💓😙💓😙

[bluerockcandy]

So like I was working on a jason centric two shot where hes dying right? I’m working on draft one and two at the same time bc one is hand written and the other is typed and bc i type it up i just add a little pizzazz or something. Literally its become so long in comparison to the written draft its not even funny.

Anyways, long story short (kinda but not really) i think i fucked myself over n ive taken a break from that. Was scrolling through ao3 and read this summary that was like an excerpt from my work but if it were bruce’s side and i had done some magical bring-it-all-together type shit by writing the same painful thought on both sides to provoke emotion by saying theyre literally thinking the same thing.

(I said long story short but ig i lied. I really just came here to shamelessly promote my one shot but look how long this is now)

So i read this summary and was fucking inspired sparkle sparkle. I whipped out a piece of paper i had doodled on, about the size of a large (medium?(a large or medium topping pizza(pfft sorry ))) notecard, and wrote this one shot of bruce’s internal monologue after ethiopia.

I then decided to post it on ao3 bc tbh its lowkey my first piece that ive finished and the first piece ive been really satisfied with. Soo random inspiration at work at like 4 am for the win.

Okay now im gonna link and hope someone reads it bc like otherwise im talking to myself and its kinda funny but also kinda sad but yeah. Lol.

No clue what to tag this

[nat-seal-well]

Wip Wednesday!

I was tagged by @ejunkiet yesterday and @k9rage today :)

Title: (undetermined)

Pairing: Sunshine/Elliott

Rating: M (mature)

Warnings: car crashes, blood, the finished fic is going to talk about death and existential anxiety. Like, a lot. That’s what inspired the whole thing. Don’t read if that is too much for you

Tagging: @friendlyfaded @thesunandmoons-blog @zozo-01 and anyone else who wants to share 🥰💙

In a way, Sunshine has always known Death.

Actually, that isn’t… entirely true. They can almost hear Elliott’s voice now, in teasing admonishment.

“So dramatic as always, Sunshine,” is what he would say if he were here. “You probably should have taken drama as an elective, instead of—what does it say on your schedule? Ceramics? Really? C’mon.”

Elliott—their childhood friend, the love of their life, as unaware as he is of the latter—isn’t here now, though, so he can’t make fun of them like he is always wont to do. The lack of him at their side stings the same way a bullet through the heart stings.

No. Actually, it doesn’t feel like that at all.

There’s a better way to put this loss (no, not loss, this sheer absence) into words. It’s just one Sunshine doesn’t want to think about, because doing so only makes their current situation all the more apparent. More impossible to ignore. But they can’t ignore it. Not this. Perhaps, if Sunshine is willing to face the unwanted truth, lack of him stings much the same way a car collision stings: not actually stinging at all, but crushing—all at once, bearing down, like an ocean wave of destroyed metal and shattered glass.

But maybe that’s just their flair for the dramatic showing through again, even now. They’re being selfish in their daydreams, their fanciful thoughts. The fact that Elliott is nowhere to be seen is nothing short of a blessing. It means that the Universe has spared him from a fate such as this; he deserves better. They want him to have better. Not… not this.

Wait, where are they?

…Sunshine is letting their thoughts wander. This isn’t the first time it’s happened in this tragic series of events, and they doubt it’ll be the last, either. They have to focus. They know they have to pay attention, as much as they can, because soon they won’t be able to much longer. In fact, Sunshine never even had the time to spare in the first place. Even now as they breathe, if what they’re trying to do can be considered breathing, the seconds they have left are spilling out around them in a pool of visceral red.

Sunshine hasn’t really known Death, but they have known of Him.