#waffle: fic writing

[xiaoluclair]

started writing a fic about max loving charles so openly . should it have been the other way round 😭😭 #thedoubtstage

[averagegtenjoyer]

Yeah i think constantly amused giant is scary but i think bored giant is probably scarier. Probably scarier when they look down at you with lazy and glazed over eyes, when they drum their fingers on the table, when they cock their head, clearly trying to find something to do with you. Or even giant who’s boredom was not caused by you but they use you as a method, a toy, to cheer themself up. You’d better perform, silly tiny, or they’ll have to get creative.

[necrotic-nephilim]

in lieu of having posted any writing/headcanons/asks in the past few days because i have been *so* busy and unable to do anything fandom-related which is terrible and evil, i have a poll out of morbid curiosity and self-indulgence. i've been meaning to ramble here about how i feel about DC's lack fo Deaf representation and which Batfam members i would personally make Deaf, but i am mildly curious about the larger opinion and now i will subject you all to the question, i would love to hear thoughts/opinions/headcanons on any specific choices. (would love d/Deaf/HoH opinions esp but i'm mostly expecting this to reach the hearing crowd, so opinions from hearing ppl are ones i'm very curious about. if you've never given it thought before you are going to now or else /lh)

[bananafire11]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58858345/chapters/150011623?view_adult=true

@justwantswafflefries IS WRITING THIS FOR ME!!!! If you guys dont read this i'll show up at your door tonight and stare at you menacingly /j

Go read it!!! The first chapter is already so promising and I'm absolutely thrilled. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS!!💛💛💛

[sejjiplinth]

i feel like marcus and reaper would’ve been like . the best of friends i need to see them in modern au fics so bad

[sockatoothewafflebird]

it'd be so funny if i wrote a whole ass sayonika fic while in the middle of moving across tye country

it's be fucking hilarious. wouldn't it.

(i'm going to do it and no one can stop me. absolutely no one)

((and yes im completely abandoning all previous project for this, what of it?))

[clash-kitty]

mumscarian! mythical au. mumbo is a human (maybe a vampire?) prince who is sent to visit his arranged partner. scar is an elven/fae lord who had been selected by the childless queen as an offering of goodwill to the human empire. on the long carriage ride to meet scar and confirm the wedding, his carriage is hijacked by thieves. mumbo is taken to a tiny village as ransom letters are sent back to the palace. in the village he meets an avian, the only avian he’s ever seen as a result of poaching for feathers and tears. this avian confesses he has run from his own arranged marriage as the man farmed his tears and sold them (avian tears have healing properties as a result of the isolation avians were forced into whne the kingdoms were first established. they were forced into jungles and desert and left to mingle with mob hybrids). mumbo befriends grian and eventually they escape to scars manor together. they have to navigate their pasts, the complications in marriage as mumbo now technically owns grian (who is suggested by both the human kings and the fae queen to be mumbos “bride” or rather his child bearer.), and they all fall in love.

[benevolenterrancy]

Do any NieYao (or general 3zun) shippers follow me? I've been tossing around the idea of a nieyao fic but I'm getting tripped up by timeline shit because good lord JGY's life is a nightmare... is there anyone who wouldn't mind either:

a) chatting with me about timeline/canon stuff to help me get sorted

b) sending me recs of their favourite nieyao fics 👀 for, uh, strictly research related purposes for sure for sure

[mamawasatesttube]

man. you know, i clean forgot about it, but now that i'm thinkin about it again, i think one major reason i haven't written much queerplatonic konbart is that i did do that in sotm, but people like. don't read author's notes i guess. it wasn't a TON, but there were enough commenters that were like "omg, this kind of reads like youre going for the ot3" that it got grating on me like. hey. hey listen. hey. not every intimate and committed relationship needs to be romantic. do you understand me. ive said so many times i write bart as aroace, and his and kon's relationship is deeply committed and very affectionate without the romance. augh.

which i mean... i have nothing against romantic konbart like i do enjoy that too!! but my favorite flavor is aroace bart + queerplatonic relationship. and i kinda like,,,, idk. idk. my arospec ass is just preemptively tired of having to explain that over and over again if i ever start writing them more often. 😔😔😔

[fountainpenguin]

Happy 2-year anniversary of Mumbo posting the video of him eating Grian's soul <3

[xiaoluclair]

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[cloudwhisper23]

Say hello to the draft that I was working on but will now be reworking bc it's supposed to fit the prompt "Meet-cute" but cannot bc reasons

(This is a Grumbo fic btw)

Mumbo would never admit to himself that he was addicted to the cookies from the shop down the road. Even after friends constantly teased him about how much he went to the shop specifically to buy chocolate chip cookies from the same shop, he refused to admit it. Even after the owner knew him well and didn’t even have to ask his order or tell him the price for the cookies, Mumbo did not claim to be addicted to the cookies.

But then, the shop closed. Mumbo was suddenly without cookies as the store owner moved away for the sake of family. Mumbo couldn’t be mad about that. He did however, have a problem now.

On more than one occasion, Mumbo tried to bake cookies. Really, he became quite good at it. It was all about taking things in measure, just like the redstone he did for his work. But they just weren’t the same as the cookies from the old shop.

Naturally, when he received his next commission, he was more than a little distracted. He needed to get his mind off the disappointment and need for those cookies, so he accepted the deal without thinking.

Now, looking at what it entailed, Mumbo was more than a little nervous. It was a building project, and he’d need to work closely with a builder. Grian.

Mumbo had heard of the builder before. The man was good, finding ways to make any build even more magnificent by adjusting a few small details on the outside. It should have been an honor to work with him.

But Grian didn’t care for redstone. He broke it deliberately wherever he went, or so people said. All clues pointed to Grian hating redstone even, considering it worthless.

Mumbo fiddled with his pen. Even if Grian didn’t want to work with a redstoner, he was unfortunately stuck with Mumbo. Even if Mumbo dreaded meeting the man, he still had to meet up with Grian in order to organize the space to fit all the requirements for both of them to get paid.

This was going to end poorly.

Grian was running late. He had to meet up with the redstone guy in less than an hour, but he needed to pick up the cookies for the build-swap competition later, so he ran to Scar’s bakery first. The poor man tried to strike up a conversation with Grian, who gritted his teeth as he paid and practically ran out of there.

Just to run into a well-dressed man on the street. Who happened to be carrying a thermos of tea with the lid off.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Grian said as the man set the thermos on the ground to shed his drenched suit jacket.

“Just a bit of misfortune, mate. I doubt you meant it.” The man sighed. “It is just my luck though.”

“Can I pay you back somehow? Help you out?”

“Nah. I just needed to make a good first impression, but that’s out the window now.”

“Sorry…”

“Nothing can be done about it, I’m afraid.” The man shot him a weary smile.

“Can I offer you a cookie?” Grian asked weakly, hoping to somehow salvage the encounter a little bit.

The man’s mustache twitched slightly, and Grian had to hide a small smile. He was a very attractive man, even if he thought he was suddenly underdressed. “I suppose I could take a cookie…”

The man chewed slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Hm. Where did you get these?”

“…Goodtimes Baked Goods,” Grian replied. He still wasn’t quite sure what to make of the man.

He nodded to himself. “Well, I appreciate the cookie. I must be on my way now. Goodbye, erm…”

“Grian.”

“Gr… Grian?” The man stumbled over his words. “Goodness me! Well, this is certainly awkward.”

Grian blinked. “Awkward?”

“Yes, well, you see, my name is, erm. I’m Mumbo Jumbo.”

Grian stared. This was the guy he was supposed to be collaborating with? Well, there were worse things, he supposed. “So you do redstone.”

“Yeah.” Mumbo Jumbo scratched his neck sheepishly. “And you’re a builder.”

“We’re meant to be meeting up in 20 minutes.”

“Yeah.”

[ataraxetta]

Fic progress: jaydick at 61k! It needs prob 30k removed in editing but that is still 31 thousand words after 6-7 YEARS OF NOTHING! I am proud of me. I may even allow someone other than myself to read someday! It's so rough. Allowing myself to write badly in order to shake off the cobwebs has been so difficult and also something I would never have been able to do in my 20s. Growing up is real, y'all. Who knew?

[tinglecannon]

FIRST TIME WRITING AGAIN THIS YEAR LET'S GO

[magicalrocketships]

last line game

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

thank you to @officialmood for the tag!

From the fic formally known as dick chicken/ feral feral feral / sometimes known as Breaking Every Rule For You, from a scene that's had 8993756 re-writes and still isn't quite right. I know this is way more than one line but I haven't really been well enough to write much this year:

"Sorry," Daniel says, in a small voice.

"Yeah, well," Michelle says. "That's your fault too, I can't believe my life now involves having to deal with a stupid fucking snowboarder calling me from the other side of the world when I'm trying to just get through the day, all because you've gone mental over some dickhead—"

Daniel does not, at all, even so much as glance at Max in the kitchen doorway. 

"I can't believe we've fucking bonded over you being fucking deranged," Michelle says. "United in our fucking desire to stop you being drunk and heartbroken in a pile of broken glass—" Daniel's gaze flits, momentarily, to Max. Michelle stops talking, then, "Oh, you haven't. That's your stupid thing? Him? Again?"

"I'll talk to you later," Daniel says, too embarrassed to watch himself go red in the FaceTime window. 

"Oh my god," Michelle says. "You are in so much fucking trouble. I can't believe you [spoiler redacted]"

Daniel hangs up. 

Max is looking at him.

"So," Daniel says. "You heard that, then."

And a little final line from an unspecified chatfic which is really the only thing I'm succeeding at recently:

“That’s right, baby, no one will see now, will they?

(Top so sheer you can see everything)

tagging @astorytotellyourfriends, @disarmd, and @pennyplainknits!

[dirty-bosmer]

No wip this week, hopefully next time. Have a question for the people though: are there any open tes servers out there that my mutuals are a part of, specifically ones centered on writing 👀👀

I'm back to chipping away at this Skyrim story after finally finishing my Oblivion fic and am trying not to lose steam. I feel like a space to chat with more tes writers who are also working on their fics could help as I'm pretty reserved on tumblr. Feeling bold though, like I might have a good time if I branch out again.