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Wip of Alucard

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sorry guys i leaked the patch

[dojunie]

dojun wip update with snippets...!

→ swimming for dummies; ljn

current wc: 30k

est finished wc: possibly 40k… and… and i’m already working on a part 2…

info update: in my top 3 as far as writing priority goes, stuck in a mental block with the last scene before the ‘ending’ (also possible retitle incoming lol)

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→ misdial; ljn

current wc: 58k

est finished wc: 70k-75k

info update: again, very big writers block, i’m realizing that i don’t actually like the current trajectory of this plot so im struggling between rewriting it completely or trying to fandangle what i DO like about it into a something that makes more realistic sense

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→ misdial, the lake house; njm

current wc: 24k

est finished wc: 35K

info update: high prio! i’m having fun writing this so it’s coming to me easier. no current writers block, just a little hard to sit down and concentrate…

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→ courtside; ljn or njm (itwd retitle/rewrite)

current wc: 61k

est finished wc: 80k-90k

info update: still my pride and joy. this is not coming any time soon LOL, but i am actually having a lot of fun with this one too… struggling between maybe posting the first chapter and seeing how it does (but worrying about people getting bored waiting between updates…) or sucking it up and waiting to post it only until its completely finished (which will be in 2026 by this rate…)

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and, secretly, a new contender to the board…

→ overnight gamer; ldh

current wc: 31k

est finished wc: girl idk. rough ballpark, 50k, but that sounds like wishful thinking even to me

info update: not really an update bc i’ve never posted about this on here before but here is half the reason i’ve been so slow with working on everything else… hello, gamer haechan brainrot!

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authors note: so! hello my friends :D i've been mia for a little bit because every time i go away for a while i get nervous to come back LOL but... i've been writing! so i thought it might be nice to post a little update so you all don't think i've died or anything

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Hey.

So, uh…

Remember that art thing I said I was working on?

Well…

It’s still pretty messy, but… Here you go.

ISAT-STYLE HAT KID.

Look at her! She’s so energetic! And not depressed! So unlike Siffrin!

She got that cape! And that umbrella! And her signature hat!

I think I did pretty well at capturing the ISAT art style. Certainly for my first time. A colored version does exist, but I’m saving that for another day, when I can post the finished versions. To talk about the art itself, I used Bonnie as my primary reference, since they’re the only one who’s not an adult. For example, Hat Kid has blush stickers and no nose shadow, since that seems to be a kid thing. I also borrowed Mirabelle’s rapier to get an idea of the perspective on the umbrella, which helped out a lot. I also decided to keep Hat Kid’s thicker upper eye line and her eyelash-thingies, since I feel they make her more distinctive from the other characters, in a good way. They’re also pretty satisfying to draw, not gonna lie.

For those of you who don’t know, this is part of me demo’ing an AU idea I had, called In Hats and Time. As you might guess, it’s a combination of In Stars and Time and A Hat in Time. (I just realized I could call it “A Hat in Stars and Time”, or “AHISAT”, but that’s a bit wordy.) I don’t have a story, like, at all. Not set in stone, anyway. But I do have a few ideas. I’ll probably post about it later.

AAHHH! I’m really excited to share this. It’s a new kind of art project for me, doing this kind of style swap, but I’m really liking how it’s going.

Edit: I should’ve done this earlier, but here is a similar drawing I did of Siffrin in the AHIT art style, also grayscale. Figured I should plug that.

[trulybetty]

wip poll

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

thank you for the tag @the-blind-assassin-12 💕 I've been struggling with writing the latter half of this year - but apparently my brain didn't inform the part of my brain that keeps coming up with ideas 😒

so, I went and checked my notebook where I've started to make a list of what I want to accomplish for 2025 and took some of the ones I'm excited to get into!

I've got a few moodboards for most of these two, so whatever one wins maybe I'll throw something up - I'm excited to get back into writing properly, I've missed it. Would also be nice to actually finish a series for once (coming for you Chiffon and Gold Rush!) 🤣

NPT's: @snshineandgnpwdr, @wildemaven, @burntheedges, @bluestar22x, @artsy-girl-76, @ishabull & @inept-the-magnificent

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JayTim week progress report, where you can plainly see which fic I really hyperfixated on writing since Easter

Ironically despite being the lowest word count Green is the day I came up with first and Red is the day I plotted out second last, and you could argue last anyway because Yellow is based off a whole other week.

As a little treat, and to give myself some extra motivation, I've included a snipet from my free day under the cut which is going to be the opening point of the Hunger Games AU I inevitably write.

From his limited contact with Capitol citizens, it seemed to be a habit many of them had adopted, speaking for the sake of speaking, not so much to avoid an awkward silence but to remind others of their importance, emphasising their accent. It was nothing like engaging them in genuine conversation, and Lavinia was one of the worst at it.

The few times he’d listened in on her conversations with his mentors, her tone would shift, start to loosen and then she’d catch herself, and the affect would return. He’d stopped engaging in more than brief exchanges following the games, leaving her plenty of air to share her thoughts on his every action.

Jason knew he couldn’t pretend all of her advice had been useless; she’d been an escort for 30 years and this was her fifth Victory Tour. She knew the right things to say when he let his nerves show. She also knew the right buttons to push to get on his nerves. 

Seemingly treating him as a thing rather than a person, his mentors hadn’t been much of an improvement since he’d ‘recovered’ from his injuries; he’d sworn he’d overheard Reed call him a mutt on their first night on the train. “Shouldn’t Sable be here?” Jason mumbled as he flipped through the cards, trying to ignore the way his stomach churned when he read Aggie’s name.

“She’s resting, enjoyed a few too many libations with Seven’s victors, luckily Janet Drake will happily guide you through today’s ceremonies.” Astrid said as she entered the carriage, the stylist holding out  her selection for him to wear.

He’d heard of her before, always held up alongside Bruce Wayne as the consummate Victor, although he wasn’t sure it meant much any time he’d seen Bruce or heard him speak he’d thought the man had a stick up his ass. “What’s she like, because none of you prepared me for Dick.”

“Oh, she’s absolutely darling, although you might not be to her taste. You’re not much older than her son, charming boy, not everyone remembers, but he was born in the Capitol.” Jason tried to ignore the insult, of course, she favoured her first Victor, and if Janet was a favourite, it only confirmed what Astrid had alluded to.

That the original distaste for him had only grown in the six months since the games. If it meant they left him alone, he wouldn’t complain. “I remember the night he was born, my father had made a hefty bet on the date, the winnings paid for my schooling,” Astrid giggled, gesturing for him to stand.

Jason had always known there was gambling on the Games, that some went as far as sponsoring on those that they bet on, however betting on a Victor giving birth just seemed a step too far even for the Capitol. Although the way Astrid and Lavinia kept chatting it seemed to be perfectly normal in their eyes.

[authorarbor]

Word Count - 6th July 2025

WIP: The Willow Weeps Working on: Chapter 14 Scene type: Transition / Quest Word count type: Full document (titles included)

I've been a busy bee recently, between my day job, setting up a business, and all the real life troubles and shenanigans I've had going on, writing hasn't been something I could focus on. Hell, I've not even had time for reading. But I get to go on holiday next week, and I'm taking my laptop, my notebook, and a book. I'm looking forward to it.

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

Want to know exactly how far I am on any given WIP at any given time? Look no further. This doc will be linked on my pinned blog post and will be continuously updated so check back if you’re ever curious how certain WIPs are doing. 🙂

Color Index: Azris | Feysand | Nessian | Misc | Poly

[40%] "This was a mistake." ⎯ 100 words

[70%] And Tell All The Stars Above (#10) ⎯ 100 words

[10%] I'll Hear You Scream Again (#2) ⎯ 40 words

[20%] Love Me While You Can (#3) ⎯ 100 words

[5%] Azriel Self-cest Fic ⎯ 100 words

[15%] I Saw Satan Laughing With Delight ⎯ 400 words

[10%] Loving You Forever Can’t Be Wrong ⎯ 300 words

[15%] Secret Omegaverse Fic ⎯ 1k words

[20%] Taken By The Wind ⎯ 600 words

[10%] The Door ⎯ 1k words

[30%] To Touch The Divine ⎯ 1.5k words

[10%] Vampire Feysand AU ⎯ 200 words

[10%] Doppelgänger (#1) ⎯ 300 words

[15%] Changeling (#1) ⎯ 500 words

[35%] Heart of The Ocean (#2) ⎯ 1.2k words

[10%] He Who Swallows The Sun (#1) ⎯ 500 words

[70%] Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By (#3) ⎯ 800 words

[50%] Take Care of Business for Me (#5) ⎯ 1.7k words

[25%] The Air That I Breathe (#2) ⎯ 700 words

[10%] The Horrors of Writer's Block (#2) ⎯ 300 words

[20%] The Nights Grow Long (#3) ⎯ 300 words

[60%] The Prison (#3 Rewrite) ⎯ 1.6k words

[10%] What Lies Beyond The Wall (#1) ⎯ 500 words

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FTH Fic Progress: This Plot Bunny is Disturbingly Sexy

So, I've written something like 8,000 words in five days. (That's a lot for me, sad but true.)

Unfortunately for those of you eagerly awaiting the next chapter to "States of Resemblance," none of those words were added to my draft of that fic. Very sorry. Got plot bunnied, you see.

So now I have 8k words of a disturbingly sexy psychological horror, featuring a mindbreak and both Kyra and Deimos having a grand ol' time—until Deimos doesn't. (But hey, Deimos survives this story!)

Yes, it's an even darker AU of my dark!AU "The Breaking." Considering that that story was written during the first winter of the COVID-19 pandemic, I'm not at all surprised to see my mind churning out something like this right now. *gestures vaguely at the united states*

(Pre-reader response has ranged from "Oh my goddddddddddd" to "You can never ever post this on AO3" so I feel like it's shaping up to be a winner. A not-for-public-consumption winner, but a winner nonetheless.)

But not to worry—I've written enough on plot bunny (codename: "Subsummation") to set it aside and return to "States of Resemblance" with fresh eyes. Wrote 250 words on it last night and feel a bit better about where it's headed. It's been a long, long road and I just want it to get done.

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Olrox Wip!

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Sorry for not post much as I had some idea comin up from this pic, making progress from my mind recently

pretty sure no one's gonna jump on a lunch table right in front of them-

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love writing characters who have weird conceptions about love. little bit for the sixth chapter of "picky eater (stop your whining)" below the cut

Evbo has known nothing but fear. It is impossible for him to discern a memory where he is not tense from caution, where he does not have to resist the urge to turn his head and watch for any warning signs of hurt. 

Fear is synonymous with love, as far as he is concerned. It is his aversion to starvation that makes his thoughts become consumed by desire of that bleeding, beating flesh in between his teeth. He wishes for fullness, for warmth, and so he ranks up. 

Does he really love his friend anymore, can he really claim to want them if he cannot be afraid of them any longer? Evbo cannot cower behind their stature after he has witnessed their ruining by Seawatt’s hand and chain. He finds himself unable to tremble in terror, to have his heart seized and wrapped by nerves, not when he has already seen what they look like when weak, fragile, taken apart for any to see.

Is that so wrong? Evbo cannot understand why it would be. Respect is a thing that relationships demand, he has learned, so this is a part of it too. And what is respect if not bowing and practically kissing at one's feet from a wariness of commands for chains of one-block jumps. What is respect, if not yes sirs and obeying someone's every order?

Evbo finds that he does not know.

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Guess what? I wrote. 310 words. That's a 160 more than I had to write for repeating note milestone! And it adds up to a total of 11,838 words.

And guess what? You're gonna get to read all of them. That's below the cut, if you're interested!

What I Wrote Today:

Finally, it was second long-shadows, on the first day of the weekend. He sat at a table in the Fox and Rabbit, stretching his arms. His shift ended early, as it did every year on the day before Wyrd’s Watch.

Lynn approached, carrying two small mugs in her hands, and took the seat across from him. He thanked her as she handed him one. “Is Ven not joining us?” she asked.

Nauth shook his head as he took a sip of the wine. It wasn’t the best wine, no, but it was certainly better than ale. “He’s already left.”

“Left? For what?”

“The lost sons thing,” Nauth told her, waving his hand. Everyone knew this.

Apparently, that didn’t include Lynn. She nodded along expectantly. He sighed. “For Wyrd’s Watch.” She nodded again. More, then.

“Every family sends out a son to the oasis north of the city. They get there around noon, have their own festivities, and leave for the city. They usually get back early the next morning.”

Lynn thought for a moment. “Huh.” Her scrunched eyebrows told Nauth she still didn’t get it. “So... So, what does everyone else do?”

Nauth took another sip of the wine. He always tried his best to be patient, but... Well, he shouldn’t have assumed anything. “Tomorrow night, every house will have dinner, there’ll be dancing, and then the oldest woman in the family will realize the son is ‘missing’ and keep vigil at the North Gate until he returns. Then there’s more feasting, more dancing, all throughout the day.”

She stared at him, squinting. “Okay.” She looked into her mug, as if there were answers in there. “Why?”

“‘Why?’” he repeated. “What do you mean, why?”

“I mean, what’s the meaning of it?” She took a very dainty sip from her mug. “Usually, holidays like this have some sort of story behind them.”

He shrugged. “I’m no historian,” he said. “If you wanna know so bad, you can ask Ven.”

“Ven isn’t here,” she replied, smirking.

He grinned snidely. “Well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?” They both laughed. Lynn had a good sense of ir-Vandeth humor.

This was originally indented, like my usual "favorite thing I wrote today"s. But it was hard to read. Also, if you count it, it's more than 310 words. That's because I also grabbed a little bit from before what I wrote.

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TSP Update

Note to self: OH MY GOD MENTION THE WEATHER

Me: got it let's do some weather!

Me: hm for the Ceteri scenes that occur on dates that have already passed, I should look up the actual weather for that location and time!

Me: so let's focus on those Robbie/Akash flashback chapters!! Southlake, Texas, May 2023.

*after several minutes of being on timeanddate.com and updating the weather in these scenes when appropriate*

Me: okay the final chapter of Part One. Takes place May 19, around 7:25-8:00ish. It's a really sad scene. Wouldn't it be fun if it was raining? Anyway, let's check the weather!

TAD.com: it was raining

Me: holy SHIT

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[mckiwi]

The fact I haven’t updated Oblivescence in three years is embarrassing. It’s been eating at me.

Anyway, I’m working on rewriting/editing the first few chapters. I’d like to say I’ve grown as a writer in the past three years, so I want my writing to show that.