#count: 60k

[isabellaofparma]

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

#thinking again how im the worst fan #then again i dont think i really count #because im more about relationships and dynamics than individual characters #1k #10k #20k #30k #40k #50k #60k #70k #80k #90k #100k

[meownotgood]

50,000 words. 50k words of aki sex. five zero zero zero zero. aki sex.

#don't mind the fact that I was supposed to reach this work count like two weeks ago uhhhhhhhh #I haven't had time to write more than like 200 words a day recently I'm sorry... #BUT HEY I DID IT OKAY #I'm about like... halfway done with the seggs #and then after that I have the ending portion to write #and there may be a small epilogue #after that I need to edit and proofread the whole second chapter #AND THEN. THEN AND ONLY THEN. WILL I FINALLY BE FREE #godddddd this fic has held me hostage for far too long #I think somewhere around 60k words will be the final word count #when I reach that milestone I'm actually done I swear #why is this my longest fic to date by a long shot too I don't even know #I wanna say expect the first chapter sometime next month but... #I know me and I know that me has a lot of work and I know that shooting for september is a healthier goal #WHAT DAFAQ BY THE WAY IT'S ALREADY JULY AND THEN IT'S GONNA BE AUGUST AND THEN IT'S GONNA BE SEPTEMBER. WHAT THE FUCK. #this is. crazy

[wizardofgoodfortune]

Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it

#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.

And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.

"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."

Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."

Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."

Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.

"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."

"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."

Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."

Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."

With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.

Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.

Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.

"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."

Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.

"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."

"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.

Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"

Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"

"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."

Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."

"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"

"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."

Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?

"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.

"And why's that?"

"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."

"You can always find another place."

"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."

"How sure are you that he won't?"

Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."

"You don't have his number?"

Hob shook his head.

Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"

"I have the money," Hob blurted out.

"What's that?"

"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."

Ian only looked at him.

"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."

Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."

Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."

Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."

"And you're a hired genius."

"Pardon?"

"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.

Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"

Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."

Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."

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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!

#dreamling #* #*my fic #warning i did not proofread this so uh... sorry in advance. i just realized it's 3:46 am and i probs need to go sleep #btw the bartender doesn't actually have a name so i used his actor's name LMFAOOO #thank you for sending in a number even before i reblogged the post TJ!!! #AND for finding the post in the first place!!! i hope this is a good enough offering in return for the beautiful folktale you wrote #EVERYONE GO TO TJ'S BLOG AND FIND THAT FOLKTALE IT'S A WORK OF ART!!!! #this could be more but i reminded myself that i'm doing this For Fun (tm) and not for it to be structurally good #because that can get real stressful real quick... #(pointedly looking away from my sad dads au which is 60k words and counting...)

[zombolouge]

Finished AA4 last night, still embroiled in feelings about it all. I am just so obsessed with the way AA can take a dark tone and paint over it with bright colors, but actually blend the two fairly well. Comedic and serious about the traumatic topics, all at once.

Like, there's definitely lots of points where I crave more context and a deeper dive into things, but I've gotten to where I don't mind when media sources don't cover every minute detail, because that's where the fandom spore colonies can take root and thrive. Where would the AA fandom even BE without the glory of the almost completely undefined 7-year gap?! That's free real estate! We can do anything!

I could definitely level some criticisms at the games in the latter trilogy, but there's SO MUCH there to work with in terms of context and adding your own readings of the canon moments. AA is particularly good at delivering ambiguity on a lot of fronts without much concrete getting confirmed, so that you can apply a variety of different reads to every case and not break canon. What a delicious playground for a fic author, let me tell you.

#ace attorney #AA4 #lol also laughing at myself bc I was like “I don't know if I'll even write any new scenes with another playthrough so recent from the last” #and let me tell you I am so far wrong to the tune of like 60k words and counting #turns out my brain will just keep stacking narrative blocks until I've reached the center of the universe

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: The Professor's Wife by foolish_mortal

Title: The Professor’s Wife Author: foolish_mortal Canon: xxxHolic Pairing: Shizuko Doumeki/Kimihiro Watanuki Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 56,269 Summary: The students all said that Professor Doumeki had a wife who made him lunches and impeccably pressed his shirts.

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#author: foolish mortal #clamp #doumeki/watanuki #douwata #fanfic rec #Fanfiction Recommendation #gay fanfic #gay fanfiction #kimihiro watanuki #kimihiro watanuki/shizuko doumeki #mlm #queer fanfic #queer fanfiction #rating: teen #shizuko doumeki #shizuko doumeki/kimihiro watanuki #slash fanfic #slash fanfiction #watanuki/doumeki #word count: 50k - 60k #xxxholic

[denialcity]

endlessly funny to me that you can Tell my origins were crackfic and genfic and I can't believe yall letting me get away with a shipping tag on hanahaki AU

#Anw guess who deadass started drafting a fkin peace treaty #evicting rent free thoughts #I think the count is still held hands once #60k in we really are in this slow burn together eh lads

[declawedwildcat]

suddenly hitting me that this time last year I had all of two whole stories posted on ao3. there's seventeen of them up there now. goddam

#even if most of those are too short to be really counted as individuals #these silly little words were really the only through-thread keeping me sane this roller coaster of a year huh #60k of them after not really writing fiction since middle school #the stress will be back soon so watch me balloon that number by the end of december lmao #we'll see

[elysianymph]

the fact that throughout writing my regulus pov wip (with reg having huge crushes on lily and james) i've went from being barty (the teasing little shit) to being regulus (the poor boy too in love to think straight) is so humiliating

#the only difference is his crushes are reciprocated #and he's also found smart people to have a crush on #my boy dumb as hell #but he's my boy :( #(he probably doesn't remember my name) #fic: be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me) #I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE POSTED ONE DAY #WHEN THAT DAY IS I DO NOT KNOW #the word count is about 10k rn and i'm guessing it'll be around 50-60k at most #sooooo we're not close to finishing it at all :D #nymph rambles

[longlivetv]

The way there are almost as many people just on Tess’s livestream as there are inside Sofi tonight

#and that’s not counting swiftstream attendees and all the people watching the lives that those pull from direct #Tess has 60k and growing

[firstfandomfangirl]

ayo

#tsotf #fanfiction stuff #rambling #alright I think I’d be happy with this if I could at least double this word count #Preferably I’d hit at least 75k but 60k would be enough

[mp100ficrec]

A Heart Like Yours by Yessica

Fic can be read HERE.

Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Light Angst, Family Drama. Completed. Rated: T. Word Count: 47524

Pairings: Reigen Arataka/Serizawa Katsuya

Trigger Warnings: Family Issues, Implied Homophobia

“[The invite inside was completely inconspicuous, almost bland. A cream-colored piece of paper with black lettering in a fancy font and little frills in the margins, as if it was an afterthought to this whole affair. The date of the event was printed largely at the top and somebody - most likely his mother - had used a red pen to underline it as well as the text at the bottom.

Reigen Arataka and guest, it said.

Clearly, they had intended for him to bring somebody with him to this affair. And there was only one person he could possibly ask.]

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When it comes to getting his parents off his back in regards to having a girlfriend, Reigen employs the oldest trick in the book. Meanwhile, Serizawa just wonders when his life turned into a romcom.”

#Mob Psycho 100 #mp100 fic recs #a heart like yours #yessica #serirei #reigen arataka/serizawa katsuya #fake dating #mutual pining #slow burn #friends to lovers #romance #romantic comedy #comedy #light angst #family drama #completed #rated: t #word count: 30k to 60k

[elitehoe]

I really am having a very proud dad moment over aew this week. The spirit of All In is alive!! 🥹🥹

#I've watched the show grow from 10k seated to 60k and counting seated #the boys did what they always said they would do they changed the world #no matter what aew has made it's impact and there is nothing you can do to deny it anymore #I love my tshirt and youtube company #aew #aew lb

[meownotgood]

chapter 1 + chapter 2... halfway to 60k

#a little over halfway really #I'd begun to worry about my progress but when I put it this way I feel pretty proud of myself #the crazy part... is that I'm still not even close to done.... ahahaha #okay. chapter one is pretty much done #I've edited all the major portions I wanted to change #just a small editing session and she'll be ready to post #as for the second chapter #I'm about a third of the way through with editing the smut #after the halfway point the word count will start exploding because there's a ridiculous amount of editing I have to do #what I have written so far for the second part is more of an outline than anything else #and then of course there's the whole ending portion #I think over 60k in total word count is 100% happening #70k next? haha... ahaha..... ha.......... #laughing through the pain #(I wake up from a deep coma after producing 70 thousand words of aki sex) where....... where... am I....... #let's reach the editing halfway point by the end of this week!! I can do it!!!!

[raaorqtpbpdy]

I am chewing glass trying to refrain from signing up for ecto-implosion because I desperately want to but I promised myself I’d focus 100% on my original fiction in October and November.

#i mean come on! #the minimum word count is 1k #I can pound that out in a day but I KNOW I overwrite #did a similar event earlier this year with a 6k minimum and ended up writing a 60k fic #knowing this event is happening is a sirens song to me #I know I am GOING to crash up on the rocks but god do I want to take the leap anyway

[afniel]

143,452 is a lot of words, but that's how many there are! I still have 2 chapters to fill in, and at least one that I want to flesh out better...

Who is this dude who can actually write and how is he me?

#also I decided this totally counts and I win NaNoWriMo this year because I said so and I have written like 60k in Nov so far #it'll be more by the time the 30th hits! #armed with my new Congration U Done It discount I have finally purchased Scrivener which I wanted #but I did not want it worth $60 of moneys. just $30 worth of moneys. #ironically I will continue to write on my phone anyway but in case I want to organize things. now I can.

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Honesty by EliseMarie314

Title: Honesty Author: EliseMarie314 Canon: Game of Thrones | ASOIAF Pairing: Sansa Stark/Jon Snow Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 58,892 Summary: After the battle for Winterfell, Jon and Sansa have to make it their home again. They have to make themselves

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#asoiaf #author: elisemarie314 #fanfic rec #Fanfiction Recommendation #game of thrones #het fanfic #het fanfiction #jon snow #jon snow/sansa stark #jon x sansa #jon/sansa #jonsa #rating: mature #sansa stark #sansa stark/jon snow #sansa x jon #sansa/jon #straight fanfic #straight fanfiction #word count: 50k - 60k