#note: FANFIC COUNTS

[punctuation-completionist]

Have you seen the demicolon?

yeah, i mean i've heard of it but like. idk i am surprisingly neutral on the concept? i mean it's a fun idea but also it's not really viable in a writing context (formatting-wise at least) so it just. eh.

(demicolon thing for context)

[sotwk]

Nothing deflates a fanfic writer faster than seeing someone's 500-word drabble gaining notes in the 100s, while the 10k-word story they slaved on has stalled without even hitting 50 notes.

I'll just need time to let myself feel bummed about this.

[writeouswriter]

The good news: I have written over 3000 words on a single project, which I haven't done in a startlingly long while.

The bad news: I have written it for a fanfic for a fandom I will never in a million years share.

The good news: But hey, I still wrote it, wrote something, and I still had fun writing it.

[comehellorhighwatertheywillwrite]

Does this count? Are people allowed to submit things?

Jesus I think there’s probably more dramatic twists and turns in there than in the chapter….

[mrsrookhunt]

Terrible BSD scenarios that won't leave my head:

You: Lovecraft, we should jump on that tiktok trend! I say 'Were you dropped on your head as a child!?' And you say, 'bold of you to assume I was ever held.' Got it?

Lovecraft: K.

*starts filming*

You: Were you dropped on your head as a child!?

Lovecraft: I was released into the ocean upon birth, where I watched my mother be devoured by predators at the hour of her death while my numerous breathen escaped. I never felt a mother's touch.

You: ...

[by-glass-and-waves]

Another scene for the cotl 19th century AU ha ha ha

Keep in mind I wrote this like a scene in a play. Sometimes I write the dialogue like this and fill in the blanks when I write my other stuff shrugs

Narinder stands at the doorway, watching Allani as she grumbles in the study.

Allani: This place hasn't been lived in for years, and you only hire me to clean it?

Narinder: (He chuckles. He finds it entertaining that she dares speak back even as he provides her food and board.) Worry not, little servant. There shall be others. I merely told them that they may start tomorrow.

Narinder: (He falters for a second at such a crude innuendo.) D-Do not use such brazen language!

Allani (irritated): You just want to see me on my knees, don't you?

Allani: I'll say whatever I damn well please. I'm doing your work, aren't I?

Narinder: Hmf!

Narinder turns away.

Allani: Ha! I figured you to be a weakling, Lord Death. You're not able to take any insults, are you?

Narinder: Cease this foolishness!

Narinder stomps over and towers over her in a show of intimidation.

Narinder: I shall not hear your words any longer! And I shall not tolerate your foolish name for me!

Allani rolls her eyes and continues working. She does not find him terrifying in the slightest. In fact, she finds it amusing that she is able to ruffle him so.

Allani: Fine then. And what should I address you as?

Narinder pauses. He has many names, but only a trusted few know his real one. And he is not going to entrust an insufferable commoner with it.

There is power in knowing his name. To know it means to open himself to weakness. For anyone can use it to their advantage while he lives unfettered by his duties.

Allani clears her throat, shaking him out of his thoughts.

Narinder: ...I am Lord Asphodel/Amenthes.

Allani: And you never asked me for mine.

Narinder: I have heard your name already, after Ratau rightfully admonished you for your disrespect towards me.

Allani: I expected more from someone in the royal family. (She sighs dramatically.) All my expectations, dashed!

Narinder: Hmf! Expectations.

Narinder steps away from her.

Narinder: I expect this room to be clean when I return in an hour. (He leaves.)

Allani pauses her work, and looks at the empty doorway.

Allani: Stupid death prince. Who does he think he is? I should track mud all over the floor! (beat) Or I could see what he decides to decorate this place with. Damned royalty. I bet he's going to be as excessive as Midas is.

Allani resumes cleaning, mumbling insults under her breath.

[whoneedslovewhenyouhaveknives]

Out-of-context tidbits from a fanfic planning doc

(For the tiniest amount of context, Diluc (Genshin), Riddle (TWST), and OG Cale (TotCF) are all some of my favorite characters, and I wanted to do a fic where they all interact.)

(...I might have a type.)

Diluc: Claymore, Pyro Vision (Melee Range)

Riddle: Magic, knows healing spells for the sole purpose of keeping these idiots alive (Long Range)

OG Cale: Gun (Gun)

Diluc: Used to be a cop, quit and fights cops during protests

Riddle: Was a cop’s kid, also fights cops during protests

OG Cale: “What are you, a cop? Fuck off.”, ALSO fights cops during protests

Diluc: Pyro Vision

Riddle: Fire spells

OG Cale: Molotovs. Molotovs everywhere

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

I have IDEAS and PLANS regarding my fanfic series Speaking with Flowers - specifically regarding Colress and Kyurem - but I can't put them down, nor can I edit the next chapter of A Funeral of Flowers, because my laptop is LOST in the ABYSS known as My Stuff! DX

(I should really go hunting for it - it's around here SOMEWHERE and I can't edit properly on my phone.)

[artisticcrow]

I’m thinking about Keralis and Ren in HC9. 

Them finding having a close friend and business partner in the other, camping and host meetings over braai. The nights spent getting Gigalogs ready. And sure as time goes on Keralis see’s Rendog less and less, but that’s just because he lives far away, they still care.

RenTheDog becomes a king yet Keralis and RenTheKing still seem to still have very good relations. The power dynamic is never really brought up. 

So his rule is left untouched, not really talked about. 

Even as coups are planned and nations are made Keralis still finds himself unsure where his place is in all of this, perhaps no place at all..

Ren still remembers the party though. The party that Keralis thought nothing really of it. After all most if not all of the king’s court was there so no one should get punished right?. But then Scar shows up and takes his head, betrayal to one, retaliation for a betrayal to the other. 

The money dries up too, and it’s degreed he’s not allowed to mine anymore. Something he sees right after his mining competition with lovely xBCrafted. What he sees as fake money is diluting the system. 

So Keralis is left making a bitter choice.

He thinks he needs to contact Doc.

A rhyming of history. Another connection the crown has burned.

[porcelana-r0ta]

I would actually kill a man to have this problem

[vargaslovinghours]

In case it was ever a question

[coolishcorvidcryptid]

I really underestimated how many people on the internet just don't interact with things

[star-realities]

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Chapters 3 & 4 are up! and with that, I will be taking a lil break to take care of my personal life. No clue when I’ll have time to post the next chapter, but I have a hunch it’ll come sometime around Sunday Midnight....

(general fic summary under the cut)

Summary:

A tall, willowy figure holds Small Fry close to his chest. One hand supporting the rabbit’s body, the other scratching between her lovely floppy ears. Dressed in a flowy blouse and dark slack, sweat sticks to his chest. The cut of the blouse draws attention to his collarbones. His hair is a mess, grey streaks of hair sticking out on the sides. Far from its usual perfect put together coif. Likely due to the heat, possibly something else.. Nails neatly manicured, kept short with a glossy finish. Gold jewelry catches the light streaming in from the windows creating glare in the small glasses poised on the tip of his nose. No make-up, not even Rubus lipstick. The air smells stale. Faint hints of booze, lingering cigarette smoke, and charred vegetables.

And nothing else.

(the 36 questions au that like- two, maybe three other people have been waiting on over on tumblr. in which Juno is Jase, Peter is Natalie/Judith but the lines get swapped and blurred and in general Juno is Not Having It.)

[the-fruit-soup]

Doomed.

If I could actually start writing the chapters to this Drarry fic I’ve been planning, you’d all be done for. GONE.