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omkdear · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday 6/12/24 pt. 2

As I've been stuck in Fallout hell—writing a longfic and numerous other things that have been stuck in my brain for a decade—I've decided to share not one, but TWO WIPS. One is from my Pre-War fic, which is a series split into 3 books, titled "Beneath the Gathering Shadow." The second is my post-war series, "We Still Kill the Old Ways," which has several works that are spread across all of the Fallout 4 storyline and post-game as well.

For those of you who have read my work on AO3 (link on my pinned post), the post-war blurb takes place after "The Cause Your Light Withdraws." Shout out to @hpysprkl and @odd-ball-out for peeping at these two blurbs and being amazing! <3 TW: Canon typical violence, drugs use, swearing, post partum talk, general misery you've been warned. (Hmtl for read more is not working for some reason, apologies) _-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__

PROLOGUE

Just outside Concord, in a has-seen-better-days entry into the Drumlin' Diner chain, a man of modest height entered half past ten in the morning. A worn, likely vintage Red Sox cap sat atop his greying, ash-blonde hair, shading an inscrutable gaze behind bottle-green aviator glasses. He wore a dark-brown leather jacket atop a white polo and denim blue jeans. He proceeded towards the counter, pivoting briefly to snatch a newspaper from a vacant booth along the way. He tipped a nod to the waitress behind the counter, Mabel, as her name tag declared. She was a woman who had seen enough winters to be wary of men who wore sunglasses indoors.

Yet she wasn't wary of this man.

"Usual, Lochlan?"

His real name wasn't Lochlan.

He slid into the back, left corner booth—eyes towards the door and the south window. You could hear the mid-morning traffic on the Concord turnpike; drivers with an overestimated sense of their own mortality using their horns as if they could somehow steer fate away from the imminent collision. Like they all weren't going to the same place. While he waited, he opened the newspaper, skimming through headlines and articles with a modicum of interest. Nothing he hadn't heard:

'DEATH TOLL ON ALASKAN FRONT REACHES ALL TIME HIGH'

'GAS PRICES SOAR AGAIN'

'DEFENSE SPENDING BILL HITS TRILLIONS'

'BILL COMES BEFORE MASSACHUSETTS STATE CONGRESS TO LIMIT CIVILIAN POSSESSION OF MILITARY-GRADE WEAPONRY'

He allowed himself a rare smirk at the last headline. Too little, too late—closing the barn door when the horses had already escaped. A waste of taxpayer dollars if ever there was one.

Mabel set a glass of iced tea with a wedge of lemon on the table in front of him, alongside a plate with a New York Steak—medium rare, hash browns overdone, and eggs over easy.

"A1?"

"You know I don't eat that shit on my cow. Ruins the meat."

"It's a cut of New York, not a Filet Mignon. Can't promise it won't need it."

The man grunted noncommittally. He'd have to talk to the Flynns—arrange something with them about their meat sourcing if these kinds of mornings happened more frequently. There weren't enough good mornings to waste on bad cuts of meat.

He grabbed the caddy with the sugar, ignoring the waitress as she brought out steak sauce anyway. Stubborn broad.

Just as he was stirring his tea, the bell above the door chimed again.

Tall, navy blue suit, no tie—tan overcoat and black fedora. Too straight, too white teeth—too white and too straight for this kind of joint. He tipped his hat to Mabel, the shock of ginger hair greying at the temples and scant trace of freckles on his upturned nose made Mabel forget the dark lenses on his face. She had also seen enough summers, with men whose smiles were too wide and their clothes over-starched like his; when she was young, and being a waitress was supposed to be a means to an end. The end never came, and the means had exacted too steep a price.

But the men, well, she thought, smiling demurely at the stranger—their memories were a comfort at least.

Mabel didn't need to know where the man was heading before asking, "Cup of coffee for ya, sir? Our special today is corned beef hash with sourdough toast and eggs. Does that tickle your fancy?"

The newcomer returned the waitress's smile. "That sounds marvelous, thank you��" He peered in at her name tag, bright blue eyes peeking out above the rim of his glasses. "Ms. Mabel."

He shucked out of the trench coat with an ease that belied a muscle-ingrained motion but declined to remove his hat or glasses as he slid across from the man at the back left corner booth.

The man facing the door clanged his spoon loudly inside the glass while stirring his iced tea, pursing his lips as the aged vinyl protested weakly.

The jukebox on the other end of the diner clicked over, the restaurant's overhead speakers warbling to life—Janis Joplin summarily raised from the dead along with it.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me, a Mercedes Benz…

The newcomer, now sitting directly across the man with the iced tea, smiled an insincere smile, as if he was privy to a joke that no one else understood.

"Now that was a classic."

"You think I pick this shitty hood for the food? Fuck no. The owner of this shit-box also runs a vintage music restoration shop, just outside Malden."

"I meant the car, but we can work with Joplin, too."

The man who was actually Lochlan, by way of his middle name, barked a rare laugh. Edward Lochlan Winter, readily known to most everyone in this shitty Drumlin' in Concord as Eddie Winter, was not well known for his sense of humor.

"Like you're old enough to remember what a Benz looked like. Yah no. Fuck outta here with that bullshit."

The other man, known merely as Bishop, chuckled as he accepted the coffee Mabel brought over. There was a calmness about him that did not match the restlessness of the world outside. "Fair point," he conceded, blowing on his coffee before taking a cautious sip. "Though arguably, one could say the same about you, Mr. Winter." _-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–__-_–_

P.D.D.S.: Postpartum Depression Detection Subroutine

Gunfire echoed through the ruins of what used to be her home—Cambridge—pulling George from the grip of ice and time. And much like that piece of wedding cake that had sat in the back of her freezer, far past her and Nate's first anniversary 220 years earlier, George's life had thawed out too, and it was stale.

"Stupid, Georgia Eugene—just stupid," she muttered to herself. Cambridge wasn't part of the plan her mind had been cobbling together, not when her destination lay southeast in fuckin' Fenway—Diamond City. You had to go and get sucked into thinking about him instead of focusing on your fucking son, you degenerate piece of—

Abruptly, she cut herself off. There was no use berating herself now. The feral ghouls swarming the streets cared fuck all for her self-loathing, and George cared even less about wasting ammunition on what were likely her former neighbors. She unhooked the ripper from her belt, the familiar weight settling into her hand as if it had always belonged there.

Killing feral ghouls turned out to be easier than she thought it would be. Maybe growing up without censorship and a healthy dose of zombie media had prepared her for this more than she'd ever imagined. We're not so different, you and I, George's mind continued as she kicked the second ghoul away, catching it off balance. The creature screeched at her, its mouth a grotesque caricature of what might once have been a human smile.

"I know, darling," she apologized as the ripper's blade carved a grim grin across its throat. "It's not fair. I don't much like the look of my face in the mirror either."

The reality of her survival was far removed from any medium she'd ever consumed. No epic violin swells heralded her slaughter of the undead, no ammunition was in endless supply, and the gore factor? Her stomach threatened to revolt every time she managed to get a good look at what she'd done. Two hundred and ten years frozen and her body didn't even give her the decency to skip the postpartum nausea that had plagued her the two months after giving birth to Shaun. It turned out, the only thing that her body had been generous with was the stretch marks.

The third feral swung at her head with hands reduced to bone and hardened sinew, and George ducked instinctively, the creature's nails scraping against her ponytail as they missed her scalp by mere centimeters. She rolled to the side, springing to her feet with the agility of someone who had spent a lifetime avoiding obstacles—both physical and metaphorical. That, and like someone who had found a stash of Buffout in a random shack near a pond infested with giant-ass mosquitoes.

God, she'd take slaughtering her former neighbors over those vampiric tank-bugs any day of the fuckin' week.

She wasn't sure how long she danced with the undead, but when the last of them lay still, and the motor of her ripper had wound down to a gentle purr, George stood panting in the street. Stupid-ass-high-drug-tolerance, she seethed inwardly, her fingers slippery with gore, instinctively gripping the handle of her weapon harder.

"Clean up on aisle five," she muttered to herself, tilting her head towards the direction of the continued mayhem. Not that she needed to—she'd been heading towards the station from the start. Because she was stupid and hopeless and, along with all the other goodies her new mom bod had bestowed upon her, George had always been blessed with an inability not to pick at scabs. Cambridge P.D. had been her home away from home once upon a time; back when she had a career and a life that hadn't been capsized by a man-child, a baby, and a nuclear holocaust. In that order, of course.

She trudged forward, her boots squelching in the aftermath of what she had done to her maybe-former-hairdresser and her possibly-once-favorite-pharmacist. If only ol' Norman knew you'd end up using his painkillers to keep from screaming when you put him and his wife down. Even if the Buffout was wearing off, at least the twenty tabs of well-preserved slow-release benzos she'd found in the remains of her old dealer's house were still doing their job. It made the last few blocks of her former life a blur, and George was just fine with that.

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#wip wednesday #wip writing #writers on tumblr #fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 fanfiction #fallout 4 #Pre-War Fallout #female sole survivor #autistic sole survivor #sole survivor oc

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lazaruspiss · 3 months ago

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woah! its a tag! thank u @redhoodinternaldialectical

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

favorite color: green :)

last song: I Could Be Jewish For You

currently reading: my work schedule and trying not to cry

currently watching: south park south park and more south park. what's happened to me

currently craving: stan south park yaoi (evil)... or chicken fajitas as per usual

coffee or tea: coffee with so much chocolate and sugar that it barely counts as coffee anymore. like i loved this frozen mocha from my old job so much. that was a dairy product worth an hour in the bathroom for.

hobby to try: the amount of times ive tried and given up on learning to animate dude... embarrassing

current au: idk man but i could pitch a dc/south park crossover at u. by which i mean imagine stick of truth/fractured but whole except the new kid is dick. itd be silly. anyways ill go actually look at my wip files for smth

Mythos: greek mythology au... i have a whole cast list that i probably made all in one night bc i couldn't sleep

Slade – Hades [Death] Dick – Persephone [Spring] Rose – Melinoë [Madness]

Natalia – Nyx [Night] Jason – Nemesis [Retribution] Tim – Hypnos [Sleep] Cass – Thanatos [Non-Violent Death]

Bruce – Zeus [Being a Bitch] Martha – Hera [Marriage/Childbirth] Talia – Demeter [Harvest] Damian – Philomelus [Agriculture/Husbandry] Pamela – Dionysus [Vegetation/Madness] Arthur – Poseidon [Sea] Roy – Artemis [Wilderness/Childcare] Ollie – Apollo [Archery/Truth]

Zatanna – Hecate [Magic]

Constantine – Peitho [Persuasion]

ive written one fic for this already but i do think about it often. dick has a grudge w bruce which burns with the might of a sun and its completely earned. talia makes pamela bc she missed her baby really really bad. as zeus fucks his big sis so does bruce fuck his mom. jason and tim are supposedly slades servants but between slade and dick its pretty obvious who the favorite is. slade isnt a step dad hes the dad who stepped up. damian is off in the fields with the cows while being mad at bruce for getting in between him and visiting his big brother.

#tag game

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asttralhell · 7 months ago

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It's a 10 but(t)

Rules: List your OCs as “tens but” to give us a not-at-all comprehensive scope of their characters

Thanks @squarebracket-trickster for tagging me. You actually forced my hand into working and I named most of the characters rn on the spot bc so far they had traits and core characterists but not names.

It was such fun to do it and to read yours and read the other authors too! Let's all be friends and share stuff, guys hahah

Okay, picking Kissing some cats and other fairily tale struggles to do this + my resident headcat Fábio:

Catty/Catarina Maria: She's a 10 but... won't accept help, won't see any value in herself, thinks of herself as a background prop in people's lives thus she thinks her life isn't of much value anyways. Will chuck a human-turned-cat into a wall if he pees on her out of spite (it's ok, she won't do it to any other cats. Unless they speak to her).

Fábio Américo Lucídio Aurélio Vinícius Rolando Celestino de Miriam Filiberto Hélio Garza e Cavalcante/FabiAm: He's a 10 but like a -10 or else he wouldn't get into a fight with a cosmic horror cat (see Fábio bellow) and get US ALL TRANSFORMED INTO OLD ASS HOUSE APPLIANCES! LOOK AT ME, FABS, I'M A HANGER NOW!!!! A JACKET HANGER! I don't even like mahogany.... I wish I was cherry wood or... Also, makes EVERYONE who tries to break the spell run away and sinks everyone's chances to NOT BE A MAHOGANY COAT HANGER I HATE IT SO MUCH. FABS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and also is very much a dick. Did we mention he's totally the worst? Worst human-turned-cat ever.

Mahogany Coat Hanger (actually named Florian): he's a 10, but... DID HE EVER MENTION HOW MUCH THEY HAVE WOOD PREFERENCES AND MAHOGANY WASN'T ONE OF THEIR FAVS? DID THEY EVER STOP YOU AND TELL YOU HOW DREADFUL IT IS TO BE A *MAHOGANY* HANGER? MAHOGANY! Also, they will push all the other character down even tho I made them rn on the spot, he didn't have a name 2 hours ago. But he's very close to a 9.5 bc best gossip and best burns. Also, worst accents ever done (I made this one up NOW. I didn't know gender or name, I just felt their deeply hatred for.... mahogany)

Walter Akito Sachi/Mr. Sachi: He's a 10 but... He's actually an 11. Beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. But he will send you weird work messages in your Academia-edu that will make you wonder if he's trying to harvest organs, so maybe he's a 10.5. Chaotic good boy.

Kris: He's a 10... but he's a 8-door mahogany (cries in Florian) wardrobe that ran away one night and no one discovered how yet. Runs a queer club. You know, he is a closet but he ain't in the closet. Very much taken, Florian won't tell you who tho. Can be Kristoff or Kristian, we ain't sure.

Ermengarda: She's a 10... But no one can see my real beauty IF I AM JUST A STUPENDOUS TEA POT, MY DARLING! Only speaker ever and forever when they are pulling the all tea set in a trenchcoat persona. ALWAYS AND FOREVER THE ONLY SPEAKER, SHUT UP, Chips!

Chips and Timmy: they a 10.... A 10yo. Well, more like Chips is 10, Timmy is kinda 11 or 9, no one really answered that yet. But the medium would be a 10, right? (Their names seem to be Clotilde and Timóteo, they won't tell me tho)

Karina Yumie Sachi: She's a 10 but... She will feature in 2 different wips and steal your girl. Even more chaotic than her cousin (see Mr. Sachi).

Oh yeah:

Fabio: He's a 10... As in ten-rrible, horrible. Hate that little guy. Transformed Fabs into a cat because he himself is a cosmic cat that lives in my head and sometimes we have mental talks but mostly he gives some weird advice like you should enable yourself.

I will tag the Cows but I forgot their users (i promise to edit it later): @lirhin @raiswanson @lady-redshield-writes @tundra-tiger

And the non-CoW friends @valhalla-awaitsfor-us @1ll-def1ned

#kisscat wip #writing tag #writing tags

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luulapants · 9 months ago

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Destiel | Rated E | WIP

“From the fact that you’ve deigned to make an appearance in flyover country, can I assume I’ve kicked a hornets’ nest?”

His smile twitched. He sipped his tea. In the years since Bela first met Crowley as a child, his face had gotten older, his belly wider, hair thinner, but his manner never changed. All at once, he came across as a dear friend and a deadly threat. “From the fact that you contacted me at all, can I assume you stuck your head in it before kicking?”

All these years later, he still spoke to her like a misbehaving child. Bela cast her eyes down. If he wanted to play the doting uncle, let him. “Nothing I can’t get out of, but I’d like to know how badly it needs getting out of.” She sipped her coffee. It was uncommonly good. For the price of membership at this place, she presumed it was sourced from all the finest child labor some third-world hovel could offer. Crowley’s type loved that sort of flavor.

Fond amusement settled on his face, but she didn’t dare mistake it for affection. “This is for your new thoroughbred? Cowboy yokel, the second coming?”

Bela hummed. “He’s less wary of hornets than I am.”

“Take my advice, leave him to them. Come back to DC. You’ve been out of the water, but you’ll remember how to swim before long.”

She nearly took him at his word. Crowley was a crooked bastard, out for himself, but he had no reason to sabotage her. At least, he hadn’t yet. Then her eyes drifted to the decorative cow’s skull, adorned in dried flowers, which hung on the wall behind him. It clashed spectacularly with his sharp, all-black suit. ‘City slicker,’ the locals would call him. Crowley hated Kansas more than she did, and he’d gone and sullied the wheels of his private jet with it. If he only meant to tell her to quit her job and come home, he could do that on the bloody phone.

Bela set her coffee down and spread her arms across the back of the chair. “You once told me: campaigning isn’t an art; it’s math. Fixing isn’t an art; it’s engineering. And finding a candidate, a real candidate, the kind that will take you somewhere… well, that’s not art either. It’s magic.”

He puffed up, pleased to be quoted like a sage.

“Dean Winchester isn’t a thoroughbred,” she told him. “He is the thoroughbred. I’ve felt the magic, Crowley. Now tell me who’s trying to buy it.”

Read the rest on AO3

#the fix #destiel #bela talbot #castiel #dean winchester #lisa braeden #crowley

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crowpricorn · 1 year ago

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First, Last, and POV for a current wip??

thank you sm💗

questions

I'll do this for my witch wylan x just a guy jesper au

First

Dusk is usually a stuffy matter.

There's animals to push back into their barns and coops, leftover hay to sweep up from the stables, some affectionate ducklings to pet and his favorite cow to brush — because she refuses to go to bed before she has been brushed nice and pretty.

Last

"You didn't land on my doorstep. Nina sent you here even though she knows—" he cuts himself short. Nina is the only person who knows everything, in full detail, about his past and his relationship to the Mayor.

Pov

🌙Jesper's pov of his first time meeting Wylan under the cut🌙

Jesper is not unused to weird places - he has been to plenty. In the past few months, he has found his way up enchanted mountains and cursed forests until he finally moored up this side of the mountains, where a peaceful little village occupies the most of the valley. Jesper trudged towards the village on heavy, tired legs, unsure of what job to find amongst all those houses. Thing is, he is a country boy through and through, and for how much he feels the pull towards bigger settlements, there's just so much he can challenge is courage. He considers himself brave enough to have finally left his Da's home and started looking for a job - after all, the major reason they need money is all Jesper's fault, it's only sensible that he tries and make things right.

That's how this chatty woman, Nina, found him - a miserable man asking anybody he met if they needed to hire someone. Over a cup of strong tea and a stream of chatters, she finally directed him towards "the house upon the cliff," as she had called it.

Jesper had walked up and up as the sun left space to the black moon. He is not scared of darkness, but there's something ominous about this place, something ancient, powerful.

When he finally sees the lights coming off two big windows, his mouth falls ajar. He is dead tired, and he has risked stumbling down from the cliff on several occasions, but all his fatigue has gone now that his eyes can finally make some of his surroundings up.

There's flower pots and plants growing on walls and gardening tools he is very used to. There's also barns, in the distance, and a coop. Jesper revels in the coos and mumbles from the animals, far too happy that the "house upon the cliff" actually exists and is not that woman's doing, just to send him away.

As he approaches the door under a pergola of ivy, he would swear he sees plants and objects lean towards him like they are curious about this stranger intruder.

He has met witches before - one, to be frank - and it's not like he doesn't know that they exist. They do, and they fill the world with magic and wonder like no other. But he never really consciously spent time with a witch that he was aware to be a witch - he should have suspected it, but he was only a child, and the fact his Ma could do wonders was just one of the many perks of her beautiful, amazing personality.

He has never seen a witch ever since, though, and sometimes he has been left to wonder how must they look like. He is answered clearly enough when the door is swung open by the inhabitant of the house upon the cliff.

Jesper stares and stares some more, mouth falling agape with surprise and incredulity. The other man is a witch, and there's no doubt in it, as a couple sponges fly past him towards the open, night air, and a moth flies upon his curls, unnoticed by the other man. Jesper - Jesper is not much hit by the realization this is a witch, for how wondrous it is to meet one. What hits him most is... What hits him most is freckles splotched on the man's face like a heap of stars, wild, orange curls that look soft like clouds. That gorgeous, gorgeous face is capped off with eyes that could just as well be lakes, or Summer skies, or the True Sea. They are impossibly blue - and pretty annoyed, by the look of it, but Jesper doesn't let it deter him from his mission. And his mission is to watch this man - this witch - like it's the first human being he has ever seen in his life.

It doesn't help that he wears a wide green coat embroidered with wildflowers, all lace and silk. And a ribbon around his neck for Saints' sake. And a proper witch hat hanging from the coat rack.

Jesper is aware that there's other things that are calling for his attention - wallpapers and painted walls and magical items all over, or common stuff made magical by this incredible man, for a change. But all he can think of is how beautiful this man looks - like he has been painted by the most talented artist on Earth and then put between the rest of humanity, told to live like everyone else and try not to have everyone fall in love with him. Which is ridiculous if you ask Jesper, because not falling for this man feels like the least probable thing to happen.

He tries to talk, hoping to go with something smart like "I'm looking for a job," and not for something pathetic like "Can I move in with you and become your husband?". He is not given the chance to say any or the other, because the man frowns, impatient, and he urges him to utter something coherent with an exasperated "Yes?".

Even his voice sounds beautiful.

He clears his throat. "I... Um... They sent me up here?"

#ask game #thatonecrowguy #six of crows #wesper #wesper fanfic #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #crowpricorn writes

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suleikashideaway · 10 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @failed221b-chill for tagging me!! I'm still such a little baby newbie fic writer but I'm eager for the chance to reflect and grow more.

How many works do you have on AO3? 2. Hoping to increase that soon!

What's your total AO3 word count? 2,285. Amazingly low compared to my huge chunkin longfic sitting tucked away, unpublished.

What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Final Fantasy VIII, but I've dabbled in Stardew Valley.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Top five, lol. Wellll one of my Laguna one-shots has 5 kudos! I'm pretty happy with that considering there are like 5 FFVIII fans out there!

Much more under the cut!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely! I want to talk about my fics all day!! That is, I have only received thoughtful, positive comments from lovely people so it's been easy so far.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? As of right now, They Are My Family is the angstiest ending I've ever written, though you might consider it a somewhat optimistic ending. In its very short word count, this fic deals with Laguna's immense loss and how he channels his grief into helping other people. I dearly enjoy writing angst, though, just usually with a happy ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Grip on My Heart, my other posted Laguna one-shot, is a happy ending (though if you know FFVIII then you can probably see the angst between the lines). However, if I ever post my Stardew Valley longfic it's got a very sweet ending. I wrote that as a total escapist happy ending fantasy tale lol. And hey, I would even argue that my FFVIII longfic may actually have the happiest ending of all, simply because the angst that it took to get there makes it all the sweeter.

Do you get hate on your fic? Not yet, though I anticipate that I am not everyone's cup of tea, and I think I am okay with that. I would hope that people who comment would have the ability to be respectful about our disagreements. Alas, I know it doesn't always work that way.

Do you write smut? Indeed, I do! Nothing posted yet, and nothing too explicit. But yep! I've got little spicy bits peppered through all of my wips. It took me a while to be okay with writing sexy stuff but I wanted to explore that aspect of relationships. I don't think I could ever write straight porn, though.

Do you write crossovers? I have not considered a crossover, but there's still time! I'm not opposed to it, just haven't had any inspiration.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so! That would be sad.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No but holy cow what an honor to one day be that important!

Have you ever co-written a fic? No, I've thought about the logistics of this and I'm not sure how much I'd like it, though I may be convinced otherwise one day. And like my bestie and beta @failed221b-chill pointed out, before finding each other the two of us practically wrote the same fic but with different characters and a different plot. Pretty incredible to see the themes I have been obsessing over told in a new way!!

What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh, how can I ever get enough of Squall and Rinoa? dreamy sigh

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ooh good question. I'm starting to doubt the validity of my unpublished Stardew Valley longfic. I think it has great potential, and I may go back and rewrite the entire thing, but it's just got a lot that needs work. I am pretty determined to finish my FFVIII longfic so that gets priority!

What's your writing strengths? Ahh, talking about my writing strengths is not one of my writing strengths. After reflecting on this for a hot minute, I think I can appreciate my growing ability to write in a way that is easy to understand. With practice and the help from @failed221b-chill I've gotten so much better at flow. I also have little moments of intrigue, imagery, and maybe a little bit of symbolism that I'm proud of. In general, I think my biggest strength is that I am learning quickly how to make all aspects of my writing better!

What's your writing weaknesses? I feel like I can't end a scene to save my life, but maybe I'm the only one who sees that in my writing! I also struggle with knowing when to dramatize a scene and when to leave it to exposition. For a while I thought that was just the problem with writing a longfic that spans over several years, but I found the same issue in writing one-shots. On a related note, I think I fall in the under-writer category. My rough drafts are usually about 1/4 of the size of the final product. I guess on reflection that's more of a strength: I can flesh things out appropriately during editing! Oh that's a nice discovery :)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm not opposed to it, but I don't see it happening in anything I plan on writing! I'm simply not familiar enough with any other langues (RIP, my almost-fluency in French).

First fandom you wrote for? Probably either FFVIII or Harry Potter. I can't remember which came first! I know for a brief time I was all about that James and Lily ship lol

Favourite fic you've ever written? Definitely my FFVIII longfic wip. As far as published works go, They Are My Family is really something I'm proud to have put out in the world.

I'm officially tagging anyone who would like to participate! Enjoy!

#writing #me #fanfiction

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mjjune · 1 year ago

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2023 Second Quarter Review

Here's what I've been up to April-June~

While I am a bit disappointed that my new story didn't turn out great in April and is mostly scrapped, I'm very proud that I was able to rework the outline and I think it'll go better this time! I also took June off from writing entirely to replenish, and read way more this quarter than last <3

See below for details!

Reading

Read 6 full-length novels, 2 comic volumes, 1 middle grade novel

Least Favorite: For the Wolf by Hannah Whitten [Dropped @ 20%]

Favorite: The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin [5 STARS!! PLEASE READ IT!!!]

Beta read: The Emerald Mage by @isabellebissonrouthier Tea Cow The Composition of Us by @jamieanovels

Writing / Editing

Draft 3 and 4 of twtr completed, multiple betas complete

Wrote 30k of a new wip, however will be mostly scrapped. Outline revamped and ready for takeoff

Sent avof query to the shark

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Brand new theme! (mobile & web)

Biggest Fans: @isabellebissonrouthier @little-mouse-gardens @illyriashade56 @lavendercoded

Most popular post this quarter: How to Be a Good Beta Reader (click for post)

Goals for Next Quarter

Get 1-2 more betas for newest draft of twtr

Continue working on querying package for twtr

Make edits to avof query based on the shark's feedback

Submit avof to indie publishers(?)

Draft 0 of new wip <3

Attend some in-person camp nano events

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writingmaidenwarrior · 2 years ago

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Just the usual morning

I think @flashfictionfridayofficial prompts are helping me to get a WIP lol Last week's piece lived in my head rent-free and expanded over the last days, and today's prompt gave me a good excuse to write some of the new characters. This will be some cozy slice of life fantasy thing in the long run.

Reki curled up with a small poof of fire under the pot of water for tea while Amon rummaged around to find his googles. Maud stood with her hip rested at the table and watched him run around like a cow in a thunderstorm, while the scent of the herbs and scrambled eggs slowly filled the room. It was a thankful, slow morning, and she knew to cherish them as they came. She knew visitors were coming before the knock on the door came because Reki lifted her little dragon head curiously. With the knock on the door, the faint sound of metal sounded off, giving away it was the royal guard. There were only two reasons for them to appear on her door step that early: Either one of them was hung over and didn’t want to go to their guard’s healer or Meir. The uproar outside said it was Meir. The moment she opened the door, said former royal guard hung between two of his old comrades, looking like he had a run in with Death himself, but still with this aloof smirk on his face that lit up his amber eyes under this unruly mop of black hair. They had him in a secure grip by his shoulders to make sure he wouldn’t run away, like he ever would. “Good morning, Maud, I am sorry to disturb you but…” She waved them off and motioned inside. “You know the way, guys.” They dragged him inside and threw Meir on a free chair. Reki immediately scurried over and seated herself on Meir’s lap. Love-sick little dragon. The higher-ranked guard nodded to the other one he could leave and waited for him to be out of the door before he addressed Meir. “I can’t keep doing this.” “I never asked you to, Kellen.” “We are friends, moron. That’s the least thing I can do.” “You mean beside throwing me in a cell?”, Meir asked while scratching Reki’s ear. Kellen sighed defeated. “Make sure he will stay away from a pub for one night”, he said towards Maud before he left off. She already had the small jar with salve in her hands and put it in front of him. “You know he tries to help”, Maud reminded Meir softly, and left for the last preparation of the day. “I know”, he sighed, just as defeated as Kellen moments ago, “But he has to understand it would be better for him to stop caring.” “Says the man who cares too much”, Amon teased, finally with his googles in his hands. A boyish smile was all Meir could muster as a reply as he opened the jar and started to apply the salve to his bruises. “Where is Iskra? She isn’t here yet?” Meir’s eyes scanned the room for the young tiefling bard. “Probably overdoing it again.” Amon placed the bread and eggs in front of Meir with a look that left no discussion as to eat. Maud came back with the blue vest that carried the tree emblem, identifying her as an official healer. “Another one I need to keep out of the pubs for tonight.” The door swung open and a heartily yawing Iskra stumbled inside. She barely managed to put her lute aside before she fell into the last free chair. “You are barely awake, sweets”, Meir softly admonished and grabbed the pot of tea to pour her a mug, adding extra honey for her voice. Maud and Amon shared an amused look. Ever since Iskra came to the city and became part of their unusual horde, Meir became her protector. Only he knew what he saw in her. “Thanks. The patrons just left.” “You need to take better care of yourself, sweet love”, Amon advised, “There is no use in grinding yourself to dust. Take a day off.” Iskra’s snoring was the only sound, her head in her hands.” “Go to work, I’ll carry her to her room”, Meir snickered at the sight, “And I promise no gambling tonight. It will be enough of a game of luck to keep her entertained.” “True words. A bag of fire ants is easier to handle than her when bored”, Maud laughed and patted his shoulder, “And get a bath, you stink.” Laughter erupted at Maud’s comment.

#writblr #writing #flashficfriday #wynne writes #cozy slice of life fantasy

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jamieanovels · 2 years ago

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Let's reintroduce myself....

Since I haven't used this blog in 4 years, I thought I'd put together a writeblr intro to pin on my page!

The basics about me:

Name: Jamie/Jam

Age: 25

Pronouns: she/her

Aroace

Taiwanese American

I'm a:

Writer

Artist

Kpop & music enthusiast

I've been a sci-fi/fantasy reader and writer for most of my life, but have recently developed an interest in contemporary fiction (Emily Henry's People We Meet on Vacation literally changed my life). I'm more than happy to read anything as long as it catches my interest &/or involves some of my favorite tropes: found family, sibling reconciliation, redemption arcs, and corruption arcs.

Current WIP: The Composition of Us (TCOU/Tea Cow)

UPDATE: I'm currently looking for beta readers for this book!! Please check out this form if you're interested.

I almost exclusively refer to this project as tea cow because I'm a dumbass who likes amusing herself haha. It's a story very close to my heart that uses the building blocks of a traditional romance to explore asexuality, aromanticism, friendship, family, and chronic illness. More under the cut~

I remember writeblr being a wonderful, tight-knit, and supportive community 4 years ago, and I'm glad to see that this still seems to be the case. Looking forward to supporting other writers and making new friends!!

More about The Composition of Us (TCOU/Tea Cow)

Ruby Wang is a career woman determined to keep her work first priority. However, after a particularly bad bout of dizziness, she loses her job and begrudgingly returns to her hometown, only to find herself pulled into the messy love life of her childhood best friend. The Composition of Us uses the building blocks of a traditional romance to explore aromantic & asexual identity, friendship, family, and chronic illness.

Includes:

A non-love rectangle

Asian Parents™

Musicians and lots of music talk

Childhood friendship !!!!

A blond British himbo

The most indecisive nepotism baby to ever live

Why this story?

Over the last 2 years, I've been suffering from intermittent bouts of dizziness and head pressure. Recently, I finally got my diagnosis of vestibular migraine, which has been a relief and given me a lot of clarity. Nonetheless, the harrowing experience of not knowing what was wrong with me and feeling like this long-unexplainable something was ruining every part of my life caused me to start creating stories about it to make it more manageable.

TCOU was originally my response to a friend's challenge to write a contemporary story. I've never written anything contemporary other than fics before, so I thought it would be an exciting project to get me out of my comfort zone. The concept started out as an aroace, chronically ill Pride & Prejudice, but has evolved into something very different. I now think of it as more of a general romance for non-romantics. It's a story about aro and ace people getting to star in their own romance. It's about a chronically ill heroine learning to love herself. It's about people using (but not totally adhering) to societal constraints in order to claw their way to their happy endings.

If you'd like to stay updated on tea cow, let me know and I can set up a tag list! Plus, I'm always open to questions if you have any lmao

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writers of tumblr #writing #creative writing #jamie speaks #wip: tea cow #tea cow

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ezra-brainrot · 2 years ago

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The past week has been chaotic BUT - I am proud to have posted something every day of dimilix week. <3 Last year was very hit and miss although I think the year before I'd also managed it. Granted, some of these are WIPs so I don't get full marks.

Day One - Lost/Confessions/Shakespearean AU think but this and all is mended - 2/3

The prompts are perfect for a Midsummer Night's Dream mashup, so that is what we are going for here with tweaks. Mine is not nearly as bawdy, although I'm enjoying Felix making sword and lance metaphors that may not be metaphors because he really is a weapons fan.

Day Two - Rumors / Dancing / Teacher AU And Miles From Where You Are - 1/4 Anastasia AU. Sylvain finds a boxer in the underground that just so happens to look almost exactly like the dead/missing prince of Faerghus. Felix is not so pleased. (I've got this one partially written but need to focus on the "Sylvain teaching someone else how to act like a proper noble" part.)

Day Three - Journeys / Ribbon / Supernatural AU AND Day 7 - Found / North Star / Another Time and Place Sir Felix and the Azure Knight Idk if you have noticed or not but I am all in on fantasy and I've been percolating on a Sir Gawain and the Green Knight story for a while as an excuse to play around with Felix's concepts of chivalry and indulge in some olde school King Arthur myths. The problem? Felix hasn't even met Dimitri yet! ;.; ;.;

Day Four - Tea Time / Ghosts / Customer Service AU lost in the supermarket There isn't much to say about this. Anna has two annoying customers being annoying. There's probably more in-jokes about the condom purchases that I could go into but it didn't really fit well. Also, if anyone cares, "lost in the supermarket" is one of my favorite songs by The Clash.

Day Five - Wounded / Midnight / Fairy Tale AU The Tale of a Boy, His Cow, and the Lost Prince - 1/3 Another one I'm pecking away at but I think this was conceived as a Jack and the Beanstalk / misc fairy tale mashup so I promise it will be weird.

Day Six - Lions & Wolves / Rituals / Tumblr AU my body aches to breathe your breath (your words keep me alive) - 1/2 - NSFW Uh - I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while because, y'know, weird fantasy. Title is from Possession by Sarah McLachlan. May or may not be relevant. Felix runs a blog about investigating old myths and cryptids and ancient sites, and Things Happen.

Day Eight - Free Day the thing and the hole of the thing I'd written this for a fellow dmlx'er who has been doing a lot of heavy lifting and graphic design and misc stuff and just thought it needed to be expanded into a full fic. With holes. Lots of holes. None of them naughty though.

#dimilix

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magshazasideblog · 14 hours ago

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O.F.U.C, a WIP

Snippet of a fanfic I'm writing! Working title: The Overlord Fans United Collective. Basically, an AU where all the overlords have fan clubs. O.F.U.C was formed after The Great Shipping Wars of '08 as an attempt to broker peace between the fan clubs.

Minimal context you need to know what is going on in this scene: Elsie is a longhorn cow sinner demon who has only been dead for a month. Jay is a mockingbird sinner demon that Elsie was friends with in life. He died about 3 years ago, and has been showing her the ropes of Hell. As the story starts, they're walking around Pentagram City drinking boba tea. (The bobas scream when you bite into them, because Hell.) Lurker is... you will see. ***

“Been enjoying the local entertainment?” Jay chirped. “Oh, a couple weeks ago I started listening to this one guy with a radio show!” said Elsie. “He’s kind of cool, you know. He’s got that retro kind of charm to him! I think his name started with an A?” Nearby, a shadow stirred. A semi corporeal sinner materialized out of the darkness. His skin resembled a squelching patchwork of dark mold and mildew. It shone wetly in the red afternoon sun. His shifting frame wore a desaturated imitation of Alastor’s signature suit. It bulged in odd places as his body warped and shifted, struggling to mold itself to his clothing. He slunk over to the pair. Every wobbly step making a nauseating plop against the pavement. He propped up his fluctuating body with a replica of Alastor’s cane. As he same closer, they could see a worn red pin adorned with the silhouette of a deer on his breast pocket. Jay spit out his tea. “Sweet Lucifer!” he said between coughs. “You summoned him.” Elsie gulped. Her horrified gaze locked on the moldy monstrosity. “Who?” “Lurker… he’s the head of Alastor’s fan club.” “Alastor? So that was the radio demon’s name…” “Shit shit shit, he’s coming over!” Jay’s feathers fluffed in agitation. Elsie heard (and felt) heavy breathing in her ear as Lurker leaned in close. Every exhale from his lipless mouth was a wheeze that brought forth the scent of a musty crawlspace in an abandoned, rotting house. She dry heaved. Her cow like ear twitched as if trying to swat the demon away. “Don’t… move,” Jay whispered. “Don’t speak. You’ll only encourage him.” “You’re an Alastor fan?” the moldy sinner scoffed at Elsie. His voice sounded as if it were bubbling up from the depths of a swamp. “Name 3 overlords he defeated!” “Why is he so moist?” Elsie mouthed to her friend. “Nobody knows,” Jay mouthed back. Lurker didn’t seem to notice. The puffy slime at the edges of his weeping eye sockets seemed to limit his vision. “I’m waiting,” he croaked. Elsie held her breath. After far too long, Lurker retreated. He rolled what passed for his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” He laughed, a wet, barking sound. “Posers…” he muttered as he disappeared back into the shadows.

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction wip #original characters #hazbin ocs #hellaverse ocs #self indulgent oc heavy fanfiction

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enchantress-of-words · 2 years ago

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okay okay but two things

one: so Ara works at a tavern at the start of your WIP, right?? what are the special dishes there? like what would I eat if I ever went there??

and two: can you add me to the taglist please???🥰

have a good day/night, Queen!!

(@ink-fireplace-coffee)

PS: be ready cause I'm gonna ask so many questions <3

hi carmen!!!

The first special dish that comes to mind is Ara's pie with cottage cheese (curd) and apples. She came up with it by herself and bakes it when she feels sad - it's her comfort dish.

The menu includes a lot of dishes that could be considered Croatian (especially of Slavonia and Lika regions). There are a few types of soft cheese, both cow and goat kinds.

One speciality that the tavern has is pork sausage. Be vary though, it has a lot of paprika and by "a lot" I mean you Can and Will breathe fire by the end of the meal. It can be served by itself or with buns baked under sour cabbage.

The tavern doesn't serve beef or mutton - cows are held for milk and sheep for wool, and are only eaten on special occasions. If you want meat, you'd be served cold pork or deer gulash.

Oatmeal and other porridges are a part of the menu, as are potatoes. One of the popular dishes is a potato salad with onions.

There's a variety of drinks, mostly meant for local visitors. The tavern has both beer and ale, and if you have a coin, Mother Madeleine will get a bottle of good wine for you from who-knows-where. If you want something more strong, you can have rakija - they have herbal and plumal kinds. If you don't like alcoholic drinks, Ara can get you baked milk or tea - made of herbs, berries or jam.

hope you're not reading this while hungry! i can absolutely add you to the taglist :)

have a nice time of day!

#it is actually so important to me that Lazarians (the land Ara grew up in) are croatian-coded #so exited for all the questions :3 #wip: touy #oc: ara syd

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themandilorian · 2 years ago

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WIP Tuesday??

Thank you for the tag @ivelovedhimthroughworse! I can't wait to inhale Fallen From the Sky with Grace when you finish. What a feat so far though! You should be so proud of yourself! Thank you too @tea-brigade for thinking of me! Your stories and the Soft Star Magazine sound amazing and I'm so excited for you!

I haven't been writing much because life's been way too hectic but I went camping this weekend and got started on the lady ruth's recipe zine. That said, it's a lot colder where I am now, which brings out the basic bitch in me (it's me, I'm very basic), which means I am happily wearing a Watford sweatshirt baking pumpkin chocolate peanut butter cheesecake in honor of Baz. So here's my wip this week! (The cheesecake needs to chill for five hours.) Hope everyone is having a lovely start of the week and please tag yourself and show me what you've been working on <3

ps let me know if you want to see a video of me trying to befriend some very cute cows

pps or pictures of my dogs

#wip #watford #carry on

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ren-c-leyn · 2 years ago

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🥛🍯☕🐄🌳🐔

For the cottage core emoji asks, right? ^^

🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?

Homemade macaroni and cheese. Can't explain why, but it seems to help make a bad day a little better.

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself?

I like my laugh :D

☕ Tea: How do you take your tea?

Depends on the type and my mood, but generally I like my tea so sweet my housemates give me weird looks when they happen to be in the kitchen while I'm making tea lol. I usually prefer honey, but some flavors, like Lady Grey, I prefer sugar. Strong teas, like english black teas or chais, I will sometimes add some cream too. Sometimes I'll add ginger and lemon to a green tea.

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

How could I pick just one? There's so, so many writeblrs I love T-T

I love @writingonesdreams and her creative stories and chronic enabling. Very curious about other people's wips and writing processes and is happy enough to share her own.

@hannahs-ramblings is a spark of joy, super creative, and has been a highlight of my tumblr experience since I was still a newbie around here. Always has some fun, creative project in the works and like 5 other blogs dedicated to writeblr stuff.

@hyba, can I say enough about hyba? One of my oldest and dearest writeblr friends who has like 900 amazing settings that are in so many different genres and are so beautiful and detailed you feel like you could travel to all of them. A very sweet and caring person, with a knack for writing suspense.

@sleepyowlwrites is a newer writeblr friend, but an amazing one. Beautiful poetry, even when it's not intentional, amazing characters, great art, and fun to just chat with ^^

@athenixrose has some beautiful story concepts and does an amazing job with lifting up the writeblr community.

@bloodlessheirbyjacques is another newer writeblr friend but again has a beautiful story, amazing characters, and is like a bubbly ray of sunshine.

@notwritinganyflufftoday is an amazing writer, and paints too! :D A snippet of her wip that's told through letters made me cry. Very emotional.

@vermontwrites does great descriptions and I freaken love Zazu. Their art is also INCREDIBLE! And their WIPs and settings are very creative and interesting.

@dragon-swords-prophecies is a fellow dnd fan, and their amazing stories and settings definitely reflect that. (I still love the sea elves with glowing spots that can kind of talk to fish. Don't think for a second I have forgotten it.) And their WIPs always have the most amazing titles. ^^

And that list, that's not even half of it. I can keep rambling and screaming about fellow writeblrs I love for hours.

🌳 Tree: What is one thing in your future you are looking foward towards?

I'm looking forward to, hopefully, getting some of my WIPs published some day. To seeing the finished versions of them in print, and realizing that I did it. I actually did it.

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

March Comes in Like a Lion is one I've been going back to a lot recently. It's an anime that follows a professional shogi player and deals with some pretty heavy themes, like depression and loss and family trouble. That's not all it is, though, it has a silver lining. Friendships, fun and comedic moments, quiet moments. I love the way it blends the different moods in a way that kind of feels like life, you know?

Thanks for stopping in! I hope you have a lovely day/evening ^^

#ask game

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