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there’s wip (active development) and wip (stuck in development hell) and wip (oh you’re not even getting funding for this one)

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WIP Wednesday: Editing Edition!

I finished writing my Terzo/OC fic. But I've been going through the initial edits! It's better than I thought it was, at least. Not perfect but like I'm writing a Satanic pope rom com for free idk what to tell you.

I also, as usual, need to come up with a Fucking Title. But if I can I will hopefully start putting it up next week. If anyone has title ideas or wants to talk about it FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW. I HATE TITLES.

(Thinking about tagging when I get to posting. Would a devoted Terzo and Omega queer platonic relationship get a / tag or a & tag? Probably mark it with & because it won't satisfy the shippers, now that I think about it, even if there's cuddling and "I refuse to be with someone who makes me choose" conversations. I absolutely do not want to give the impression that the platonic devotion in here is "less" than the romantic pairings, even if the latter are more central to the plot.)

anyway, here are the opening paragraphs in their current form, they may very well be subject to more editing. Terzo/OC, eventual "fake prime mover" story, OC is she/they nonbinary, more small-town settings, but we've moved further south.

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Even inside the church building, the summer heat settled thickly against Terzo’s skin, dampening his hair, making the already-persistent pressure in his ears feel like a physical presence. His tinnitus whined in his right ear, so loudly it was a wonder others couldn’t hear it. He wasn’t dizzy, at least, as happened sometimes, but that might have been because the stifling heat made him reluctant to move more than absolutely necessary.

Instead he sat at the cash box, occasionally smiling at people, slightly wishing for death, feeling all the good of that morning’s shower gradually come undone.

“Whose idea was it,” he asked, “to have the bake sale in the middle of summer?”

He wasn’t sure if he said it loud enough to be heard over the standing fan that pointed at him, doing nothing but making him hopeful. And honestly, it wasn’t a question he was asking anyone in particular, more just in general, as he adjusted cash in the box and looked over at the tables, where pecan pies glistened stickily up at him and buttercream melted under plastic wrap. The air smelled of humidity and cinnamon.

But apparently he had spoken it loudly enough to be heard, because he got an answer.

“Sorry, Father,” said Cam Sinclair, and he shot them a reproachful look as they got up and adjusted the displays a little. “We have four a year. One of them is bound to be in summer. If we didn’t do anything when it was hot out, the whole South would close down for a few months.”

“I am not convinced that is a bad thing,” he said, watching her.

Terzo was sticky and miserable, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he suspected he had a noticeable darkening in the armpits of his white shirt—he’d given up on wearing the suit jacket over it. Worse, he felt like all his energy had been sapped. Cam, however, looked as vibrant as ever. Their hair was a pink fluff pulled back from their face, and their eyeliner didn’t dare run or smudge. Their flushed cheeks seemed less from the oppressive Southern heat and more like a charming detail.

Another resident of Farthing came in through the front door and Cam sprang to action, moving like the heat had never bothered them in their life.

“Good morning, Miz Suzanne,” said Cam, because she knew everyone in the town of Farthing and, more importantly, they all knew her. “Oh! You brought your grandbaby!”

“I sure did,” said Miz Suzanne, who Terzo didn’t know in the slightest despite having lived here for three years. “My husband wasn’t sure I should bring little Hunter to the Satan church, but I said to him, if Miz Cam is gonna be here it’s fine.”

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i’m so fucking sick of people taking aspects of historical gay sexuality and saying “but what if i made it squeaky clean and sexless so i can have it” sometimes not everything is for you babes!!! sometimes you don’t get to have everything!!!

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Rat!Copia doodles! Made him into a capped rat so he can still have his graying/gray hair. ♥

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there is a beast of some sorts in my askbox

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WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

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she is a beautiful triangle

she is beautiful triangle

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somatic symptoms of anxiety are so fucked. what do you mean I got so scared my body decided that it needed to add nausea and headache and dizzy to the situation. how is it helping

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strawberry

hand embroidery, cotton thread on linen napkins

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STOP CENSORING SUBTITLES/TRANSCRIPTS/CLOSED CAPTIONS

LET DEAF AND NEURODIVERGENT PEOPLE READ “FUCK”

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met a woman today whose original real actual given-at-birth first name is "Vendetta." ma'am are you aware you are a videogame protagonist and/or a character in a skullduggery pleasant novel. real quick sorry to bother you miss but who exactly were your parents expecting you to avenge in their name

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Continuing my "at the beach" series with my tigershark OC Draco Raygun! I am open for commissions, and I do, in fact, draw people, monsters, and even some robots as well as furries and their ilk. A commission like this is $50. Email me at inkstars.art@gmail.com if interested!

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"i miss him" says girl about the fictional guy she thinks about every hour of every day

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satanized ⛧

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Perpetua design for my art school final ✌️

Don't know when I'll be officially back, I'm stuck in a loop of feeling like shit and having entirely too much to do 🫤🫤