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I'm gonna be writing again. I made started a writing group with the plan of meeting twice a month starting February. I'm currently waffling between a 40k fanfic or a Pathfinder 2E fanfic. Either way I should have stuff to post.

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The Road to 30

Hey, been a while! I’ve made a goal for myself to be professionally published by the age of 30, and I am currently 24. To cut my teeth I’ve decided to work on 3 projects all of which will be posted to my AO3 account. To keep some semblance of motivation I’ll be doing weekly updates every Friday or Saturday. The projects are all currently unnamed and will be at least beta read before posting, though at least one is gonna have multiple drafts. Stay tuned for progress updates, sneak peaks, and maybe even help me answer some questions. So ya. Below you’ll see what I’ve gotten so far and where you can find them once they are done. Shadowrun Multi-Perspective Fic: 2 pages, 1199 Words

40k Action-Romance Fic: 5 pages, 1697 words

Infinity The Game Fic: Not Started

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pokemonemocow7

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Update #2: Road Block

Well NaNoWrMo has been a challenge. I started off strong but hit a block after a partner of mine broke up with me. I’m hoping to kick back into gear starting Monday. The writing itself has been fun and I’m on chapter 5 of my first draft! :D

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Update 1: NaNoWrMo!

I am gonna be participating in NaNoWrMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year! The end goal is 50 000 words by November 30th starting on November 1st. I’m hoping to write 1 666 words everyday, reaching that goal of 50 000 by the end of the month. This will mean I won’t have time to work on the shorts of been posting here. Instead I’ll be posting updates on how well I do each week on my project. Not just my word count but things I struggled with or am proud of. I’ll even be posting snippets on my work in each update! So look forward to me having the first draft of my writing project done by November 30th! I won’t post the full thing until I have it edited and beta read by some people I know. Once that is done it will be uploaded to AO3! See you next week for the first update! :D

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Knights of Cur’sa’n (Part 2)

I had no idea how long it took for me to wake up. The sounds around me were deafened at best, and when I reached to wipe the debris from my face only one arm responded. I did a quick check over and found I had lost the lower half of my left leg and the entirety of the same side’s arm. Hopefully the Fio could replace them. If I survived that long. I wiped the blood from my eyes and pushed myself up so that I could take in my surroundings. I could see the rest of my la’rua were now mostly in pieces and those with a majority of their bodies showing no further signs of life. I pulled my gaze to where the combat was continuing. One of the gue’la suits was missing its melee weapon but otherwise there were still two, and they were advancing. I could see the remains on 2 other pathfinder teams, their positions reduced to craters. Then their anti air weapons began to fire. I followed the path of fire and before I could even look directly up, the unmistakable silhouettes of 4 Barracuda with their dispersion fields lighting up as they took on fire. As they flew past they fired a salvo of ion weapons, taking down the injured suit. Then the manta passed overhead. Shining gold it could have been mistaken for a second sun. From it dropped the Knights of Cur’sa’n. 2 teams of crisis bodyguards, gold armour with black trim and equipped with 2 flamers. They dropped down like a large meteor, flame and smoke trailing their drop. Once they landed a volley of pulse cannons fired from a stealth suit team, hidden until this very moment. Then he emerged from the torrent of flame. Dual fusion blades carved into the armour of the gue’la suit, exposing vulnerable machinery to the fire of the stealth suit team and remaining piranhas. In but a few more moments, it fell. I think I cheered.

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Hero Jackal

I raced across the upper platform, by bike roaring and belching as I sped past my target. I went farther and farther, out of sight as stubber shots landed all around me. I made a sharp turn and scrambled down a flight of stairs so I was on the same level as them. I pulled out my autopistol and aimed myself towards them, keeping myself in shadow. I waited until I could hear their steps on the metal stairs and then accelerated towards them, whooping and howling. They were smart and started to run away from the sounds, but I was too fast. I sped into the group of guardsmen, unloading my pistol into as many as I can, and continued past. I aimed behind me to fire a few shots but was met with the click of an empty mag. I holstered my pistol and brought out my power axe, a gift from my leader. I jammed my foot down onto the scaffolding and turned around on the spot. The five remaining soldiers were setting a firing line, I’d have to be careful. I moved quickly, swerving side to side to make myself as hard to hit as possible. A few shots hit my bike and another singed the cloth mask off my face. Nonetheless, I was upon them again. With a swing of my power axe, I felled another heretic. The remaining tried to get me back, but their knives and the butts of their rifles were easy to avoid. I slashed at another, their guts pooling at their feet as I sped away again. I pulled out a special treat from my saddle bag and tossed it behind me. A few seconds later and I could feel the force of the demo charge behind me. I just made it to the solid metal of the landing pad as the scaffolding fell behind me, many stories into the dark.

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Knights of Cur’sa’n (Part 1)

Skimmers darted around the enemy. They would fire a volley of burst cannon or fusion blaster and the attached drones’ pulse carbines before diving behind cover. The terrain was perfect for the hit and run strategies of our academy, yet the enemy before us was great. 3 towering machines of war, exhausts spewing forth acrid smoke from their fuel, stood back to back firing weapons on scale with the KV128 ballistic suit’s. TX7s were strewn across the battlefield on the ledges of rocky embankments, smoke billowing from their twisted and torn apart hulls. Most of our air support had been pulled out due to the gue’la battlesuits having anti air weapons attached to the top of their hulls. All that was left in fighting shape were a couple dozen drones, several TX4 skimmers, and a few la’rua of pathfinders. I was one of those pathfinders, fresh from the academy. My team darted between cover, doing our best to keep the gue’la suits’ weak points under our markerlights. We could never expose ourselves for more than a few rai’kan before crude but effective solid projectile and explosive rounds would be sent our way. We had already lost 2 bond mates to this and took as few chances as possible, lest the war hungry gue’la push past and towards the evacuating populace. Our intel said it may take them a mere dec to arrive if we were to fail. Our shas’ui, Ky’husa, gave us our next objective. She had been communicating with the other forces and we were going to take the enemy down by force of fire. At crucial and well communicated moments a pathfinder team would step out from cover, track a machine with markerlights, then the TX4s and drones would fire everything they had in a single volley. We would be first and she made it clear that this would most likely be our lhas’rhen’na. We would die for the T’au’va. We dove behind cover and steeled ourselves. Time crawled to a halt as we waited for the word. Not a single one of us faltered when it came. Swiftly we jumped up onto the collection of boulders we had as cover and marked a fault in one of the war machine’s armour. As soon as we had, pulse fire and fusion blasts rocked the battlesuit and sent it toppling. The ensuing explosion was a short lived victory as one of its allies already had my team in its sights. With no time to dive back into cover, our position detonated.

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Furio, the Emperor’s Fury.

The heavy chassis of the dreadnought barreled through the enemy heavy tank, terminators flanking him and killing any of the heretical crew and passengers that survived. Even that seemed to not slow them down as they rushed to the entrenched lines, a war cry bellowing from the machine’s vox casters. The tactical dreadnought armour clad astartes crashed into the trench and screams of terror were cut short as the traitor guard were cut down without hesitation. An explosion rocked the dreadnought as he chanted his litanies. A shot from a tank a fair ways away, obviously crewed by experienced and talented men. The chaplain dreadnought kept chanting, his attention far from broken, and launched his smoke to obscure him from the sights of the enemy armour. With little time to re-maneuver their tank, the sound of thunder cracked and was followed by a blinding explosion from the las-talon of a stromhawk. The aircraft came low, scanning the ground for any other nearby armour, before racing off again. There was a bellowing laugh from the dreadnought’s vox casters before he returned to his litanies and dropped into the wide trenches. He plodded through the twisting line, flamers burning almost continuously as traitors either tried to stop his advance or flee. His terminator retinue took their chances where they could to take down anything that survived the oncoming rage of the mighty machine. The fury of the Emperor was with them.

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The Hekatarii and the Mon-Keighs

The blade moved smoothly through the mon-keigh’s armour and flesh, yet my soul was barely fed. No scream of terror and no lowly curses left the mouth of the masked figure as it slumped to the ground. All around me its allies pressed in, crude blades and entrenching tools held at the ready. I ducked effortlessly at the first swing and sidestepped the next. Their sluggish movements were nothing compared to the dozens of ritual battles I had participated in. I slashed with my blade, carving through the leg of one and as it fell to its knees it tried to fight with its meager weapon stil. Two more stabbed at me and I countered, letting their blades gently carve into my skin as I removed their hands and then their throats. About a dozen more were left, closing in on me as I stood at the bottom of the crater. I dodged, sliced, and cackled as I tore through them. I let a few mark my tapestry as I reminder of what they were; good fun. Though it took more to feed my soul than other mon-keigh, they poured in without concern for their safety. More bodies at my feet meant for more suffering and more ways to practice my kills. Once I had finished off this wave I carefully looked over the edge, watching for movement. I saw several of my cult members taking apart an entrenched position of heavy mon-keigh weapons. My attention was torn away to a position of tanks, as one exploded in flames from the dark lance weapons of a passing Ravager. I curled my lips into a smile, seeing a collection of heavily armoured mon-keigh advancing behind the armoured vehicles. I leaped onto the pitted ground and sprinted towards the flaming wreckage and my quarry. I ducked and weaved my way through the pitiful lasfire from the trenches and slid behind the side of the tank opposite of the danger and my prey. I listened for their movement. A cacophony of crude explosives flew from their weapons and I took my chance. I dived behind them and decapitated the one carrying the crude plasma weapon before leaping onto the next one. It was pathetic to watch wim squirm and swing his pathetic blade around in the hopes of hitting me. He knew fear as I drove my blade into him again and again. I left him bleeding on the ground and faced the remaining five. Four of them aimed their weapons at me and the fifth, clearly the leader, raised his sword and let loose a battlecry. This would be fun.

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Observator Scout

Pushing through the brush the scout looked down the path, watching for any more of those things. For the Emperor, I must get this information back to base. He took the chance and ran down the dirt pathway, shotgun at the ready. Suddenly, bursting from the underbrush ahead of him, a small group of humanoid multi-limbed creatures spewed forth. Adrianus stopped just long enough to bring his weapon to bear and fire upon them. 2 of the organisms died before the rest reacted by charging at him, their claws and scythe like appendages raised. He received the charge and swung his shotgun into the head of one of them, caving in its skull. Another brought its claws down into his arm while a third carved through his carapace with all four of its limbs. Stifling a yell Adrianus pulled out a small knife, much smaller than the weapons other scouts used but hopefully enough to kill the things. He held it in a reversed grip and swung down at the one that ripped through his armour. It dodged backwards and received a non-lethal wound to the chest. With a grunt he then used his shotgun to block the talons of the other one. He was on the back foot, bleeding heavily and outnumbered. It was his place to die for the Emperor, for he was yet to be redeemed, yet he needed to save those that have been saved. He braced the shotgun onto his arm holding the knife and fired into the non-wounded beast. It flew back, its torso a mass of gore, and he turned to face the other. Before he could fire, his firearm was knocked from his hands and sent skittering across the ground. He jumped back, avoiding the swing of the scythes. The creature stood before him and the shotgun, leaving him with nothing but his ration knife. Emperor, protect me he prayed and lunged. He drove the knife down into the thing's shoulder and used his teeth to tear a hole into its neck. Viscera guttered out as it swung wildly, cutting into Adrianus' lower torso. He backed away, watching it bleed out and writhe. Eventually it fell to the ground and stopped moving. Best get a move on he thought as he picked up his gun and marched down the path.

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Of Grey Steel

He sidestepped, his heavy armour adding momentum into his thrust as he cut down another heretic. Blood of heretic astartes pooled at his feet, yet he fought on against the forces that greatly outnumbered him. Thrust, dodge, parry, sidestep, slash and a jet of psychic energy. Another three ceramite clad horrors fell. Their forms were twisted by the warp and the neverborn trapped inside them, grotesque parodies of the Emperor’s angels of death. A burst of his storm bolter and our Paladin put down another of the dogs. The fighting continued for over an hour, with heretic astartes being given the Emperor’s mercy time and time again. By the end our warrior had slain all the forces guarding the infernal doorway that lead to the malefic chambers of warp obsessed sorcerers. A forceful blast of the Paladin’s psychic might blasted the reinforced door open and he charged into the shifting halls. Even bedecked in the mightest armour known to any astartes he wasn’t slowed a step, bashing or blasting his way through the much weaker doors that threatened to stop him. Eventually he reached the chamber he sought, and with no hesitation threw himself upon the sorcerers accoutred in shining blue armour. Though he had the advantage of surprise, his nemesis sword, and his aegis pattern tactical dreadnought armour he was outnumbered by mighty, if foul, warp enhanced beings. He was quickly pushed onto the back foot and fighting defensively, his perfect parries saving his life more than once. He waited patiently, trusting in his skill and the Emperor’s will, as he sought an opening. A wide strike left one of his opponents open and, letting the blow of another strike against his armour, he released a hail of bolter fire into the vulnerable sorcerer. An explosion of gore was all that remained of him, leaving two more. He swung wildly, forcing them back and set about on the attack. He left no time for the heretics to summon or cast any spells, his sword moving gracefully and forceful through the warp tainted air. A slash was met with a block, a thrust with a parry. His opponents were skilled, having fought for their lives since the Heresy. Yet none shall stop the revenge of a Paladin.

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Unyielding Night

Thunderous step followed by thunderous step was the first warning to the redeploying guardsmen. The tanks moved without fault, but the infantry wavered. The months had been long as they fought to free the world from the rebel forces, and fear had kept the remainder of this regiment alive. Some of the soldiers hunkered down behind cover, many took firing formation, while others still hid in the shadows of their armoured forces. The first bellow was followed by blinding light, breaking the heavy darkness that the soldiers counted on to cover their position. The first Leman Russ was launched back by the force of the cannon, killing the guardsmen using it as cover. Lasfire lit up the night and displayed the horrifying visage that would come to be their destruction. The towering machine was a mockery of the noble knight houses, Where banners should hang were tapestries of flesh and skin that displayed heraldry of chaotic origin. On spikes and chains across its armour hung corpses, including those of the Emperor’s Angels of Death. A swing of its fist was accompanied by the sound of crashing thunder and the destruction of another Leman Russ, this one sent flying into the building being used as a temporary barracks. The rest of the tanks had been able to bring their battle cannons to bear and brought fire upon the Knight. Most of the shots were caught by the ion shield, their failure to injure the beast displayed like fireworks in the night. A series of howls from its thermal cannon took out a force of Russes moving to fire from behind, now little more than slag. Some of the men were fleeing, but not enough to overwhelm the Commissars that accompanied the force. The rest of the Guard took aim and attempted to bring the beast down with weight of fire as it took on the substantial amount of armour they had brought. The fire did little but scorch the paint of what little survived of its previously noble heraldry. Lasfire cracked, battle cannons roared, and the blasphemous machine destroyed tank after tank. After the first dozen had been felled, the commanders issued orders to fall back into cover to little response. Half the men were running, overwhelming the Commissars trying to keep them in line, while the other half fired uselessly upon the Knight in hopes the Emperor might save them. 

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Welcome!

Hello and welcome to this little project of mine! The hope is to use this platform to motivate me to write by posting updates about my struggles and progress on my writing projects. The goal is one update a week and I’ll also be posting shorts and samples from prompts and my larger works. Once I have a few things up on AO3 I’ll also be linking to it from here! So look forward to stuff from me! :D