“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”
“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.
in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!
losing my mind at the fact that philza minecraft not only whomegaluled john green at his own goddamn convention but then went and tweeted publicly about it afterwards 😭
pounding on the bars of my enclosure and begging you to talk about maybe mummies bc i'm obsessed with it already -391780
WIP Game
@391780 oh ho ho i have a treat for you now that i've calmed down enough to see properly again.
maybe mummies, or that mummy au as i've taken to calling it on my blog, is a fucking behemoth of a document right now and it's just a weird blend of an outline/first draft. i love it so much and honestly i suspect it may be my finest work. probably. i hope. i feel like i've hyped it up too much now.
it's a loooooong fic (for me) and a slow burn. there is sniping and banter, the reader purposefully referring to captain john price as "mister price" just to be a little shit, johnny is dealing with things about as well as expected, kyle garrick is a clever cookie, farah is DONE with these white people™️, and somehow the cast list just keeps getting longer and longer.
fresh from the document outline i give you:
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Or, The Thrilling Tale of how Captain John Price found True Love in 1920s Egypt (and found time to save the World).
Or, The Mummy (1999) AU I cooked up exactly one week before my top-surgery date.
and a snippet under the cut:
John grunts as he’s shoved roughly to his knees into the compacted sand, two differing hands pressing heavily on his shoulders to encourage him to stay still. As if the sounds of guns being cocked at his back wasn’t encouragement enough, he thinks bitterly.
“Well, well. What do we have here boys?” A molasses thick drawl croons.
John glares up at the snake standing above him, squinting into the sun and resisting the urge to flinch as tiny grains of sand whip needle sharp points into his exposed skin on his face and forehead.
I'm so close to writing about a character being beaten over the head with a rusty shovel and bleeding out dying to prove just how easy angst is to write
ur making it pretty hard to not be curious about aftg like what is going on can you infodump ur worst to me
so basically it's about a guy called neil who's not actually called neil bc turns out he's the son of a HIGHLY abusive mafia hitman and him and his mother have been running from this guy for years which ofc means changes in identity and a SHIT ton of issues ranging from good old fashioned paranoia to lighting cigarettes not to smoke them but to let them burn down bc the smell reminds you of your mother's burning corpse. but neil is obsessed and i mean OBSESSED with this made up sport called exy which is like lacrosse but with the violence of ice hockey and he joins a pro-team despite aforementioned ABUSIVE MAFIA DAD AFTER HIM and guess what! the guy who signed him is called kevin and his ex-team are affiliated with the mafia too! including neil's dad! neil just screwed himself over big time! but who cares when you have exy! enter: andrew minyard. andrew is a blonde, 5ft, ex-juvie, under-court-surveillance-for-grevious-bodily-harm goalkeeper currently working unofficially as kevin's bodyguard and, while we never get an actual diagnosis bc god forbid we handle mental health properly in this thing, it's implied that he has some kind of psychosis and, as part of his plea bargain, is legally obgligated to take incredibly mood-altering medication that makes him manic in exchange for being allowed to stay on the team (aka with kevin who he's VERY possessive of), done entirely for the wellbeing of those around him and effectively against andrew's will. does he stick to that deal? fuck no! but it doesn't stop there! andrew proceeds to spend the entire book being as violent and unpredictable and generally cunty as possible in order to figure out What Neil's Deal Is bc neil is capital S Shifty and andrew is convinced he's from kevin's old mafia cult team trying to hurt him. we spend an entire book watching the three of them wrestle between neil's paranoia, andrew's protectiveness and kevin's desire to Please Can We Just Play Exy. there are some keys involved. someone dies. there are two more books. inexplicably two of the characters can speak fluent german purely from high school classes.