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wikiangela · 3 months
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tease tidbit tuesday💀
tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖
hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol
I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2
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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 
There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.
“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”
“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.
“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 
“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.
“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”
Eddie hangs up without a word.
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orcelito · 8 months
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FANTASTIC NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i finished & posted the ITNL 14 re-edits, WHICH MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm officially done with my re-edits project!!!!!!!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ive been thinking a lot today about my plans for ITNL 15, AND i have tomorrow off, so if all goes well i'll be able to start writing again. TOMORROW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and if the chapter grips me like i expect it will then... hehehehehe
could be an update in as little as a few days, depending. i'll keep u guys updated
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delucadarling · 9 days
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May Writing Challenge - Day 12
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I don't actually know that I'm done writing for the day, but I also don't want to be panic posting this at 11 pm again.
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allylikethecat · 4 months
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January OTP Prompts
Another one that was really hard for me to get out 🤦🏻‍♀️ I need to start writing these earlier in the day and not when I'm about to go to bed and have mentally checked out for the day already. BUT we did it! Got it written! Thank you so much to everyone who has been following along on this little adventure with me! It's been a struggle, and I know that my prompt fills aren't always my best work, but here we are, day 13 and I haven't missed one yet! 🎉
Warnings: descriptions of vomiting and implied drug use / withdrawal
13. Secret
Matty tucked his legs up to his chest, trying to make himself seem smaller, having convinced himself that if he took up less space, there would be less space inside him for the hurt to fester. There would be less space for the secrets that were eating him alive to grow as he choked on his organs and spat blood in the snow. He tried to focus on breathing through his nose as nausea churned in his belly and salvia filled his mouth. He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, his nails biting into his palm as he mentally willed himself not to get sick. 
He could hear George in the front lounge, the click clack of his keyboard like nails being hammered into Matty’s skull even over the hum of the bus speeding down the interstate. He pressed his fingers to his lips, his breath shallow. He was going to be sick. He resented George, why couldn’t he be sleeping like the rest of the guys, breathing quietly in his bunk. George was going to see him as he stumbled out of his bunk and into the bathroom. George was going to hear him wrench as he coughed up bile. His stomach clenched and he was scrambling, tripping over himself on unsteady legs, his body aching, his joints protesting as he scurried from the bunk to the bathroom. As predicted, George looked up at the commotion. 
“Matty?” George asked with a frown as Matty blew past him, shoving his way into the cramped bathroom, dropping heavily onto his knees just in time to dry heave. 
“Matty are you alright?” George asked, standing up from the couch he was working on. There wasn’t enough space for both of them in the bathroom, so he hovered awkwardly in the doorway, watching Matty heave, his back shaking as he vomited. 
“Go away,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with a piece of toilet paper before resting his cheek on the toilet seat, his neck felt too weak to continue supporting his pounding head. He didn’t want George to see him like this. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. It was easier if he kept it a secret, his own secret struggle. 
“Are you ill?” George asked, reaching a hand out like he wanted to touch Matty, like he wanted to fix him. Like he was capable of fixing him. If Matty didn’t feel like his skin was crawling, like his body was trying to turn itself inside out, he would have laughed. George couldn’t fix him, he didn’t even know the extent of how fucked up he was. 
“I said go away!” Matty snapped, anger flaring in his chest, burning bright as it mingled with self pity. He squeezed his eyes shut, surprising himself when he realized he was crying. George needed to leave. They needed to get to the next venue, to the hotel, to a rest stop, to anywhere where Matty could get at his bag stored under the bus. The crook of his elbow burned as he ached for his secret. 
Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
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woulddieforloki · 1 year
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I kind of want to write a fic where Odin is about to banish Thor and Loki's watching it go down and the guilt is eating at him and right before Thor gets yeeted through the Bifrost, Loki yells, "IT WAS ME!" and, because that's actually words (and interesting words at that), Odin actually stops what he's doing to listen instead of just yelling a keyboard smash out loud, and Loki explains that he manipulated Thor into attacking Jotunheim, but it was never supposed to get that far and he's very sorry and it will never happen again. and he thinks he's mitigating the damage but instead Odin just banishes him instead (and he'd banish Thor too but he needs someone to take the throne and tbh what would it say about him as a dad if he has to banish all three of his kids?)
so then Loki ends up getting hit by Jane's car, except he's not an idiot so he doesn't run around screaming at the sky about being hammered and Darcy never has to taze him so he never ends up in the hospital so they're off to a good start already.
and they get to talking (and they're all very confused and operating under completely different understandings of the situation) and Loki figures out he's in Midgard entirely because they don't know what the Nine Realms are and Midgard is the only realm stupid enough not to know that. Jane mentions that they're scientists and Loki just kinda scoffs at that because scientists on Midgard are like childrens' tutors in Asgard, and Jane is equally offended and impressed.
and I choose to think that Odin never takes Loki's magic away the way he did to Thor's because he can't take it away. if he could, he would've done that before they threw him in the dungeon in TDW. so Loki still has his magic so it's pretty easy to convince them that he's a god (and honestly they're more convinced than he is because he just found out that he might possibly be Jotun?)
so they end up taking Loki with them (against Selvig's better judgment) because he sounds like a know-it-all and he ends up pretty much being a know-it-all so that works well for Jane. and actually it kinda maybe works too well? because she starts to fall in love with him and surprise, it's a Lokane fic and he starts to fall for her and they have babies and live happily ever after!
no jk idk what would happen but I'm thinking Mjolnir would still be out there so maybe Loki would go to check it out and he'd probably have better luck with it because he's magic so it's pretty easy to get everyone out of his way but he's definitely not worthy so he can't wield it but it does get them both tangled up with SHIELD probably?
idk apparently I can only thing of Lokane fic ideas if they have no ending so that's all I got lmao
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bookwormscififan · 2 months
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I'm Not Recreating 'Ghost' With You
Read on AO3!
A/N: Bad part of getting my writing mojo back and writing over 100 MadMare fics in the span of about 4 months: I can't remember some little details and have to ask @iamvegorott for help. Good part: Veg inspires me to write a cutesy little fic of Mad making Mare a custom mug!
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Mad bit his bottom lip as he pressed his foot down on the pedal, watching the wheel spinning before setting the clay in the middle. Wetting his hands, he leaned forward and began to work.
Ever since Mare had made him the textured mug as a gift, Mad had wanted to return the favour. With Mare away on a ‘business trip’ with Phantom, Mad had decided to bite the bullet and learn how to make pottery. He’d attended three classes in the past week, and the potter’s wheel had come in only yesterday.
He didn’t have a kiln, but he did have a powerful oven in the lab for his experiments, so he decided he was prepared to make a mug. The design he'd chosen wasn’t too complex, and he’d practiced enough times to be confident now.
And then fate had to have other plans.
Mad started, hand hitting his almost-finished mug, as the front door opened, and he looked up to see Mare walking into the house with a smile on his face and a large bouquet of lilies in his arms. Looking down at his ruined work, Mad turned off the wheel and stood up, moving to greet Mare with a disappointed frown.
“That’s not the greeting I’m used to,” Mare commented when he saw Mad, frown matching Mad’s own. “What’s wrong, dear heart? What happened?” He set the lilies on the table, then held his arms out for Mad to collapse into, ignoring his messy hands as Mad gripped Mare’s shirt tightly.
“I ruined it,” Mad said into the fabric, struggling to hold back his tears. “I wanted to make you a mug like you made me one, but I can’t get it right. And then when I was doing well, I got startled by you opening the door and I’ve ruined it.”
“Darling,” Mare breathed, wrapping his arms around Mad’s shoulders and looking over his head at the item on the potter’s wheel. “Firstly, I can’t believe you bought a wheel. Second, you don’t need to make me a mug because I made you one. And lastly,” he pulled Mad away from him to look into his eyes, leading him back to the wheel. “This isn’t ruined. It’s a new design, and I love it.”
Mad turned to look at the mug, sniffling as he realised Mare was right. The mug wasn’t straight on the sides, and the handle was a little dented, but it still looked good. If he tilted his head, the handle resembled a bass clef, and the body of the mug almost looked like the body of a violin. He’d accidentally made the perfect mug for Mare.
“Nothing you make can be ruined,” Mare whispered, hands falling to rest on Mad’s hips as he pulled him close. “Your hands are incapable of ruining things. You make beautiful things, but you can’t see them unless you look at a different angle.” Leaning down, Mare pressed a kiss to Mad’s cheek, smiling when Mad rested his hands on Mare’s.
“I love you, Mare.”
“You know I love you, dearest,” Mare replied. “And the potter’s wheel has given me the best idea…” Mad rolled his eyes at the singsong tone of Mare’s voice, attempting to pull away with a smile.
“I’m not recreating ‘Ghost’ with you!”
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good morning!! <3
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universe of constant spinning, every end a new beginning
“So, do you have an umbrella? That was like, your thing, right? At Claw?”
Ah—not again! He can’t keep zoning out while talking to people—especially his boss.
But… why was Reigen still here? It was late and he always got to work early. It wasn’t his job to stay and coddle his employees. “I—uh—no,” he stuttered, fingers twisting anxiously. “Mine was, uh, "is” broken, sir.”
‘Broken’ was a mild way to put it. More like it got destroyed.
[or, reigen gives serizawa an umbrella]
☔️2,651 words | serirei☔️
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bonestrouslingbones · 6 months
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sigh. ebony's birthday is at some point this month isnt it.
sigh. i'm not gonna be able to get this idea to combine that with a sort of last hurrah to finally kill off the ask blog format for atbb out of my head am i.
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nervocat · 4 months
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Damn, ig people rlly like my recent Blade fic like 😧😧
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orcelito · 29 days
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i miss akechi goro so much. maybe even enough to finally finish that ladue chapter 3
#speculation nation#ladue shit#listen hes such an asshole and i NEEEEEEED to channel his voice for a bit again#if this urge persists to tomorrow i'll crack open the fic again. for a little reread.#this will satisfy only approximately 53 people (the total subscribers to that fic)#which ok that's actually a good few people when i think about them as actual people#but it's the least amount of subscriptions i have out of most of my multichapters#EVEN STILL. it's a matter of pride and self-satisfaction.#and god fucking damn i have 18k for chapter 3 already written. i literally just need to close the damn scene up#it's been over a YEAR NOWWWWWWWWWW like holy fucking shit. i need this OUT ALREADYYYYYYYYYYY#ladue chapter 3 i will free you into the abyss. i cannot promise more than chapter 3 but i can promise a chapter 3 at least.#i had a whole plan for the fic but idk if i'll ever be able to write it#considering it's taken like. ... years. between chapters.#it took me 2 years to post chapter 2 and it's been a year now since then. ugh.#see the thing is chapter 3 closes the initial arc of them starting to date. and then there's more stuff.#maybe i'll keep it open just in case the urge strikes me to continue it eventually.#and if it never does. i might make a 4th chapter that outlines the eventual plans i had for the fic. so that people know at least.#ive seen that a Few times for discontinued fics.#....but the thing is i dont want to mark any of my fics discontinued!!!! theyre all my darlings!!! i want to go back to them all eventually#i'll just have to see. if a chapter 4 ends up taking several more years. well. maybe it'll be time to call it there. who fucking knows lol#i'll try to get chapter 3 finished sometime soon though. i really want to have it out already.
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tokkias · 10 months
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I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE (i will continue to do "this" in the morning. goodnight.)
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altruistic-meme · 10 months
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i napped. i have forgotten what is a normal time to go to sleep. i think it’s like 11-12 but now im not super tired.
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gigglebug · 1 year
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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okay, I ended up writing the daddy dom matt fic so this will be posted tomorrow
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good morning~ <3
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