#i have drafts from march 🙃

[flickering-nightfall]

lands on the moon

#rain world #looks to the moon #five pebbles #flickerdoodles #art #i made this for moon landing week but then I psyched myself out of posting it for a while #oh. (looking at this in november) yeah okay sometimes “a while” is half a year #i have drafts from march 🙃 #anyways. five pebbles found floating lost in space #this isn't related to cdss. this is just a random thing (that disclaimer will make sense eventually)

[restwellsoon]

Hi there hey hello, I’m here for your event. Ya girl has been fighting a cold since Friday night and feels like crap so please bear with me – i have no fucks to give with punctuation rn. It’s a miracle you’re getting periods at the end of the sentences and any capital letters are because these were drafted in word and it was done automatically. Please stand by for three no pressure take as long as you need requests for your cute and fun event.

May I please have a sweet catnap with Jason Todd and Aphrodite? Thank you and please drink water and stay safe and take care of yourself and take breaks as needed ily

Not me forgetting to post this from my drafts 🙃Thanks for your patience, Onyx, and for all the lovely things you sent in for this event!

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Prompt: Aphrodite | I've been searching all my life for something that I won’t regret. Could it be that you're the one I'm looking for?

while you were sleeping

Gotham’s city glow hit all the right places that Jason’s shadow couldn’t hide, casting the curves of your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips in neon. The occasional siren and zooming cars faded as he listened to each of your breaths, every exhale slowing as you fell into a deeper sleep. He used to stay up for hours past the sun and past the moon in anxious torment over the angel in his bed. 

No.

Angel wasn’t the right word. A deity or simply some kind of divine? No, that wasn’t it either.

You rolled over, your leg hitching over his slightly. The sheets rolled and crumpled with you. When you settled, your breath of content was his. 

Jason knew the word. 

His heart.

It was true. Your breath was his as was your rhythm, and the pace you set was steadfast and quiet. It was something true that he could keep in tune.

He used to pace anxiously as you slept in bed, counting down the hours and minutes when you would wake. Years of constant vigilance made it difficult to still of his own accord. If he laid in bed, he could hear the raucous tempo of his thoughts. They blended in with the city noise–the siren, the cars, and on bad nights, the crying, the screams, the gun shots.

His heart used to fall into a discordant rhythm as if something was trying to crawl out of his chest.

It was horrifying, really, and he’d seen some shit.

But like that, you’d strike a chord with your sleep-laced song. It was a hymn, a hum, a request. 

“Come back to bed.”

On the reverb, he’d follow your command. The heart wants what it wants, after all.

It took him a while–weeks, days, months. Some nights would be good, and Jason would stay in bed all night. Other nights were bad. Those were the nights when patrol was better than sitting with worries of a future that might not ever come. 

But still, he came whenever you asked.

Your bedtime routine was practically a military march, and eventually he fell into your cadence. You had one half of the bed but also his half too. Jason didn’t mind the closeness. His heart could keep up and match your chords until one day your song became his.

Jason didn’t pace as much, if even at all. He laid in bed on your angel cloud, his heart your heart, your song his song, and his love was yours to take.

Like most nights now, his eyes weighed down until they shut, and in the darkness, he drew you closer. His heart stirred from around his chest until finally you both were asleep.

A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x gn!reader #x gn!reader #rest writes #a token of sleep with rest #rest has a boo and her name is onyx

[hey-august]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a recap of what's in the works:

I've got a few requests from the 250 Follower Event to work on. I have some loose planning but no drafts yet.

I'm hoping to have the first short story for the March Madness Event ready to post by tomorrow or Friday. (The Week 2 poll should go live some time tomorrow.)

A Line from Me to You - Reworking Chapter 4 because I'm overthinking the last few paragraphs and working on Chapter 5. Hopefully Ch 4 will be ready to post this weekend, but we'll seeeeee.

A smutty story that will have some emotions, some drinking, some smoking, and dubious morals. That's all I've got to share.

I have a request related to an amab!reader story that I've done some brainstorming for, but haven't dug into yet. But I will, anon!

I'll Be Your Whatever - I haven't started on Chapter 4 yet, sorry! The whole entire story is outlined, I just need to actually work on it. I get too excited about the story that I make myself nervous about actually writing it. 🙃

I'm gonna be a busy over-socialized bee next week, so I won't have as much time to work on everything I want, but that probably won't stop me. 🩷

#wip updates

[awritingcaitlin]

March Wrap-Up

Wow somehow it’s already April. But also… finally it’s April. March felt like it went by in a flash and also like it dragged on forever. 💜Regarding Me💜 So the packing chaos continued into March as we continue to prep to move. In addition to packing came cleaning and other necessary things to get a house on the market. We also went and looked at new houses, and there’s some we really like, but without our current house selling first, it’s too soon to put an offer on one.

Currently, I’m living in ~staged house purgatory~ which is a real fun time in which we pretend we don’t live in the house and thus there is no trash, no litter boxes, and no extraneous items laying out. 🙃

Freelance work has picked up a little, but I’m hoping I get something more regular to cover both some of the expected and unexpected expenses of moving. 💻At the Keyboard💻 Despite all the moving shenanigans, I got back into writing late in the month! I’ve officially rewritten the first five chapters of Heist for Draft 3! A grand total of like 4k new words over the past week really. All of my main characters have been introduced and the plot is now underway. I’m really happy for the direction it’s taken and I’m crossing my fingers that the next five chapters come easily to me. And then the five after that, and then the five after that…

Considering it’s Camp Nano April, even though I’m not participating on the site due to ~reasons~, I’m going to try to prioritize writing a little more this month. It’s actually hard to track word count when this is a revision and so some of the chapters will be just copied into the new draft with minimal changes. But I’d like to see maybe 50-60k total words in Draft 3 by the end of the month if I can swing it. Which should get me well into Act 2. Completing Act 2 would be an absolute stretch goal.

I’d put an expected date to have Draft 3 done by, but with moving and trying to find work, it’s hard. 📚From the Bookshelf📚 I finished Ryka Aoki’s Light From Uncommon Stars. I’ll be honest, I came to the book looking for the deals with demons and the violins. I stayed for the queerness and all the references to California. I honestly really loved the book. It didn’t shy away from talking about how being different affects a person—whether that be race, class, or identity. I also cannot even begin to describe just how much I loved reading how music was described throughout the narrative. It’s given me ideas for what I want to do in Heist and if I wasn’t moving and trying not to buy new things, I’d by a physical copy to annotate. (Maybe I’ll by an ebook and figure out how to annotate with my iPad.)

I loved every single POV and I felt like every one of them came to the table with a desire that was valid and made sense. Honestly, the only thing I didn’t like was that it felt like there were two ways the author wanted to end the book and she couldn’t decide which one worked better, so she went with both. Except they don’t 100% match up.

Do not let that keep you from reading this book however, because it’s absolutely amazing. Read it if you like music. Read it if you want to read about what it means to be a person. For what it means to be love and accepted no matter who you are. I’m still thinking about it weeks after I finished. I’ll end this here, since that’s about all I have for now. Stay tuned for whatever April brings!

#monthly wrap up

[emmy-everafter]

Any updates on Stroopwaffels?

Hi! Unfortunately Stroopwafels is still bubbling on the back burner at the moment. I do have some of the epilogue written and a lot of it plotted out in my head, but I haven't had time to write any fanfiction basically since the end of September, when I finished drafting the Coven of Crows fic. All the time and energy I was able to devote to fanfic over the summer and at the beginning of this semester has disappeared into grad school things. I'm on the job market this semester, which for academic positions is very labor intensive. Every single application has different materials they want (teaching statement, research statement, diversity statement, writing sample, sample syllabus) and different requirements (page counts or word counts, topics to address, etc.). And even if they just want a CV and cover letter, I'm still researching their department/school and massively revising my basic cover letter to say how I fit their needs, which faculty I'd want to collaborate with, what classes I would teach, what new classes I could develop, what resources and initiatives I'd use or contribute to, etc. I'm also tutoring four days a week, doing tasks for my department as a Research Assistant, prepping my class for spring (from scratch--it's a totally new course, and it will be really fun but it's a lot of work), drafting a journal article due in March, and finishing my dissertation (in theory, at least--I haven't actually been able to work on it in weeks). So, y'know, generally living with 24/7 panic about how I can possibly get all of that done 🙃🙃🙃

I really appreciate that folks love Stroopwafels as much as they do, and I understand the worry that the fic will be abandoned and the desire to read the next bit. I promise that it's not abandoned, and I would much rather be working on it right now rather than any of this other stuff. But at the moment, I can't even juggle the work I actually need to do, let alone the stuff I want to do for fun. Thanks for your continued patience!

(I am genuinely having a Rough Time™️ at the moment, so any good vibes or prayers to your diety of choice are greatly appreciated!)

#just ask em #my fic #don't listen to em

[lady-writes]

@nevermindirah tagged me to post the latest few lines of my WIP 2 days ago and because tumblr is a shit head I didn't see it till I went into the tag tonight!  🙃

Obvs Book of Nile cuz It’s all I write and I’m picking this WIP because I started a draft for it on AO3 so I gotta get its ducks in a row by March 10th

Fuck 🤞🏿🤞🏿🤞🏿

There is 0 formatting and I’m sure the tenses are atrocious in this because I am copy pasting straight from my doc in progress  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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This part of the job was supposed to be simple plant a bug or five do some modest surveillance, get a little bit of hard Intel that would let Interpol step in and deal with the crime while the team ensured that the victims actually got the help that they needed. 

Nile's info had been exactly the pay dirt the team needed to pinpoint the shell companies that were funneling and laundering the money that the trafficking operation was making and Booker had all the skills and looks necessary to get in and get out without raising any suspicion or being remotely memorable. 

But of course a milk run is never a milk run so Booker found himself sprinting through the alleys of Dessau with Nile in his ear trying to keep him off of cameras while making sure that the assholes who had barely gotten the drop on them didn't get a second chance.

Booker knew that Nile's breathless tone had nothing to do with anything but the rush of trying to keep up with too much info at once but combined with Nile's habit of speaking lowly when things got tense Booker couldn't quite manage to disconnect this from the husky sound of her voice on his ear the night before.  He nearly misses a turn and gets intercepted because apparently someone grabbed a  fucking electric bike at some point. But he catches himself at the last moment and ducks into the right alley with Niles voice is in his ear “stay with me, yeah” softly and Booker doesn't have time for the way his insides are twisting over how amazing her voice sounds rising and falling over the sound of his name as she tells him what to do. 

"OK, there's two cops on the next street and the bad guys are coming up behind you, but don't worry,  take this left,perfect baby, I found a cafe you can catch your breath in just a little farther mkay ...on your right at this fork yep. Right there, with the awning fuck yesss. Just turn on that super French thing you do and you'll  blend in just fine. 

She exhales heavily and his breathing follows hers

“You did fucking amazing for me Bas,"

And Booker nearly trips over the threshold of the door as he enters the cafe. He chugs down a glass of water and orders a whisky that  he knows won’t do as much to steady him as he hoped it might. 

Booker almost (only almost) misses Nile crackling back to life in his ear to tell him the coast is clear because he cant stop replaying her words in his head breathless with adrenaline like some perverse chopped and screwed track

Right there fuck yes

Just A little more yeah

Fucking amazing 

Thats perfect Baby

Stay with me Bas

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I am tagging @sphinx81 @victimhood @druidspell @themoonwheniamlost @stele3 @nokomiss and even @saxifraga-x-urbium because show me the next book I need to buy/ viciously intend to buy but be poor about 

#i apologize for involving/associating any of you with my atrocious prose #feel no obligation plz #words words hateful words #aka the lingerie fic #book of nile #the old guard #writing meme

[the-duke-of-ellington]

(quick draft, may edit later)

You’re probably wondering who [redacted] is :). I’ll tell you.

I moved to Seattle my junior year of high school. I ended up moving to Missouri for the first half of junior year, but that’s a very long story for another time. Lying, cheating, family drama... all the good things. Not my immediate family, of course (we’re holy) (I say that sarcastically but also I’m serious... as far as I know anyway), but family nonetheless.

Up until then, I had basically grown up in South Bend. My father is a minister. He studied at Andrews University in middle-of-nowhere Michigan. The biggest city nearby was South Bend, which is why we moved there. Anyway, dad left (honorable reasons, no drama) and took my siblings so it was just me and my mom. Life was hard and we lived in the ghettoest of hoods, so... we moved to Seattle where our prospects were better. Or, rather, she dragged me over.

Good move in retrospect. I was livid at the time though.

Anyway, when I left, along came [redacted] and her family. A dazzling bunch of 4 (maybe 5) from Florida.

Ahh, I forgot to mention, my church was great! Huge part of my childhood. It was loosely multicultural. It was mostly a white church, but a lot of the younger people were first-gen African like me. Parents moved here to go to Andrews or whatever and we all ended up in South Bend. Our youth group was awesome! Maybe at least 40 of us -- conservative estimate. Of course, there were kids that weren’t part of the youth group as well. We used to just kick it every Saturday and Sunday, learn about nature and wilderness survival, dance, ball, etc.

Anyway, camping is a huge part of Adventist culture worldwide. Every 5 years, our youth group (lets call it Pathfinders) would go to Oshkosh, WI where other Pathfinders from around the world (literally, like 50-60,000 of us) would gather together and just kick it, have fun, do parade marches, etc. etc. The college students would put together a Broadway worthy musical theater performance for all thousands of us based on a Bible character. It was the best of times :).

Anyway, I first went to Oshkosh back in 2009. That’s also when I got baptized (8/15/09. Shout out to [redacted]).

So, naturally, I wanted to go to the next camporee in 2014.

So I did. I flew back to South Bend, kicked it at [redacted]’s place for a while, saw a few woes ([redacted], [redacted], [redacted], etc.). Honestly, it was amazing going back and seeing them again! Then came time for camp. I was having so much fun hanging out with my school friends that I couldn’t have been more disappointed that *no one* from the old church crew was going this time around (except for [redacted]! She’s great!). 

Enter the [redacted] family. [redacted] was the middle child. The eldest had already moved out and had stayed in Florida. [redacted]’s parents were the Pathfinder leaders for context.

Long story short, [redacted] and I kicked it, camp came and went, and after a few months of texting, we started dating... It was doomed to fail since we lived 2,000 miles apart, but goofy little me never thought it would haha. Like, definitely the most intense relationship I’ve ever had, definitely the only woman I’ve ever been like “yep, definitely gonna marry you.” Anyway, I’ve decided to skip all the details for everyone’s sake. 

In conclusion (for now), we broke up and it was awful :/. Really thought we were gonna end up together for a while there.

Anyway, she’s engaged now. I don’t really feel bad or anything. Like it’s been more than long enough for sure. But... still longing for old times :)... I have to admit, I’m a little bit surprised at her choice of... nvm 🙃. Niggas move weird nowadays.

Anyway, I think I had a great childhood. Shout out to my parents! I love you <3.

P.S., happy early birthday to me. 23 is feeling pretty good, no? ;)