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I love it when anons/guests find my works and kudo/leave reviews, but given the new revelation that Elon Musk is using bots to mine AO3 fanfiction for a writing AI without writer's permission, my works are now archive-locked and only available for people with an AO3 account.
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chapter four - zero
The rest of the Nein carry on, splitting up to finish a mission in time. Jester and Beau make a discovery.”
rating: T
chapters: 4/?
words: 1821/7096
warnings: major character death (implied), Graphic Depictions Of Violence
characters: Jester Lavorre, Beauregard, Caleb Widogast
tags: Angst, Blood, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Imprisonment, Injury, Starvation, Trauma, Violence, Vomit/Emetophobia, Whump, beau is the best best friend, widojest if you squint, beaujes if you squint, Jester has two hands, no time for romance there’s evil afoot, flagrantly ignoring canon, the author is not a sadist but understands how one might come to that conclusion, do you ever love a character so much you need to make them bleed, heinous fudging of d&d game mechanics, or we could pretend they’re 13th level, more tags added later
“He’s alive,” Jester whispered, with comfortable reverence. Beau was silent. Jester dipped the cloth in the bowl, wrung it out, and gently began to clean, swiping it over his forehead and temples.
“You could wait until he wakes up, at least,” Beau groused.
“I could,” said Jester, patiently, and continued to work. The fresh blood under his nose and mouth came away with relative ease, but the rusty-red dried in his hair and beard required more gentle perseverance. She rinsed and wrung the cloth again. Moving on, she worked beneath his jaw and down his neck and clavicle, then his shoulder to the crook of his elbow, to the sharp protruding bone at his wrist. She dabbed lightly over the faded scars, then the back of his hand and between his fingers.
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chapter 3 - two
The rest of the Nein carry on, splitting up to finish a mission in time. Jester and Beau make a discovery.”
rating: T
chapters: 3/?
words: 1839/5275
warnings: major character death (implied), Graphic Depictions Of Violence
characters: Jester Lavorre, Beauregard, Caleb Widogast
tags: Angst, Blood, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Imprisonment, Injury, Starvation, Trauma, Violence, Vomit/Emetophobia, Whump, beau is the best best friend, widojest if you squint, beaujes if you squint, Jester has two hands, no time for romance there’s evil afoot, flagrantly ignoring canon, the author is not a sadist but understands how one might come to that conclusion, do you ever love a character so much you need to make them bleed, heinous fudging of d&d game mechanics, or we could pretend they’re 13th level, more tags added later
It seemed he was more bone than anything else, all sharp angles and blue hollows, stretched thin. His skin was too cool, and too pale, and she could count each rib as his chest rose and fell with his breath, rapid as a hummingbird’s.
“Caleb,” she began again. “Where does it hurt the most?”
Thinking, slow, he nodded.
“No - where - ?”
Another nod.
“…it… hurts?”
Nod.
“…Everywhere?”
Nod.
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chapter 2- seventeen
The rest of the Nein carry on, splitting up to finish a mission in time. Jester and Beau make a discovery.”
rating: T chapters: 2/? words: 1641/3440
warnings: major character death (implied), Graphic Depictions Of Violence
characters: Jester Lavorre, Beauregard, Caleb Widogast
tags: Angst, Blood, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Imprisonment, Injury, Starvation, Trauma, Violence, Whump, beau is the best best friend, widojest if you squint, beaujes if you squint, Jester has two hands, no time for romance there’s evil afoot, flagrantly ignoring canon, the author is not a sadist but understands how one might come to that conclusion, do you ever love a character so much you need to make them bleed, heinous fudging of d&d game mechanics, or we could pretend they’re 13th level, more tags added later
“Okay, okay, we can get you out, hang on-” from Beau, and two things happened in succession:
A third crackle sparked over his chest and he bit back another cry, and, the bottom of his foot connected with the center of her chest, launching her backwards.
“Ow! Shit, dude, what-” she said, pressing a hand to her aching sternum. He let his held breath go, slowly, soundlessly, and looked upward with wild eyes.
The clock struck midnight.
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chapter 1 - twenty one
“The rest of the Nein carry on, splitting up to finish a mission in time. Jester and Beau make a discovery.”
rating: T chapters: 1/? words: 1800/3440
warnings: major character death (implied), Graphic Depictions Of Violence
characters: Jester Lavorre, Beauregard, Caleb Widogast
tags: Angst, Blood, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Imprisonment, Injury, Starvation, Trauma, Violence, Whump, beau is the best best friend, widojest if you squint, beaujes if you squint, Jester has two hands, no time for romance there’s evil afoot, flagrantly ignoring canon, the author is not a sadist but understands how one might come to that conclusion, do you ever love a character so much you need to make them bleed, heinous fudging of d&d game mechanics, or we could pretend they’re 13th level, more tags added later
“You think it’d be in here?” she said.
“Essek said one of their agents was intercepted while she was traveling,” Beau agreed, slowly. “He said it doesn’t look like anything special… maybe they didn’t realize what it was and just. Left it in here. Overlooked it.” She began to finger slowly and methodically through one shelf, opening pockets and haversacks. “It’s worth a shot, right? If it’s not here, we keep going.” Jester crossed the room and began her work the opposite way, in. They combed. Time continued to ooze.
As she worked, Jester avoided speculation on what had happened to the people whose belongings she was searching through.
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I endlessly admire fic authors who have betas and write chapters and chapters ahead of what they post because you best believe my needy ass is slapping just-finished, mildly edited and typo-laden fics onto AO3 the moment they’re done so I can get that sweet sweet validation
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It’s time to upload a new fic~
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FUCK I NEED A TITLE *HEADDESK*
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writing is great but it’s also insanely tiring because like
writing is frustrating
not writing is frustrating
wanting to write and not being able to is frustrating
not wanting to write but knowing you have to because deadlines are a thing is frustrating
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If you're reading this...
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
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Title: Candle in Winter (a continuation of part two (part one)) Author: shackalacklargebottom Prompt: A fairy tale with your ship of choice Length: 1,506/4,709 words, chapter 3/3
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are you telling me that if i want to have a chapter written, i have to sit down and write the damn thing?? wtf the fuck??? this is outraging
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me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about
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“right to the good parts” prompt list
So many prompts are about the meet-cute. So this list is meant to go straight to the good parts. Please use, prompt, share, add to, etc.
I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth
We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other
I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?
We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair
It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you
Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…
I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.
Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.
We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…
You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…
We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…
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Drabble Challenge!
Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!!
“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
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anonymously tell me what my specialty as a fanfiction writer is
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when your only contribution to a fandom is to write rarepair fanfic that caters to your own incredibly specific tastes
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