earlygrave @ ao3

writing sideblog. he/him. late 20s. go here for gifmaking shenanigans (also the blog where follows are from).

[motherfuckingshakespeare]

A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE. 

[madenthusiasms]

To repeat the sentence I used to remember this last time something similar crossed my dash:

Thine octopus doth try to strangle thee. Thou art eating thy calamari.

[incitedoubt]

also thou/thee/thy/thine correspond perfectly to I/me/my/mine. even the “thine (vowel word)” thing, think “mine eyes have seen the promised land”

[madenthusiasms]

Reblogged for addition

[earlygraveao3]

wip wednesday #011

i always have terrible brain days on wednesdays and never get to post but there are still 45 minutes left of wednesday so pls

Despite his time away from the castle and out of control of his own body, Robin truly had not lost his edge. Lug had known rabbit to be a lean meat, and yet each piece was succulent as he put it into his mouth. Willowfine had even had a few spare herbs that they tied to the roasts for extra flavor as they cooked. It was better than any inn they could have found. Even Cressida didn't seem to mind the grease between her fingers — at least, if she did she didn't say as much.

"The only thing that could make this better," Lug said as he finished cleaning the thigh bone with his teeth, "is some ale." Beside him, Robin sighed dreamily and leaned into the firbolg's left side.

"That does sound amazing," the human hummed in agreement. "Do you have any?"

[diablo-sera-tops]

hey don't cry. blorbo coughing up blood

[diablo-sera-tops]

blorbo writhing in agony ok? don't cry

[diablo-sera-tops]

blorbo screaming so much their voice becomes hoarse and weak and the pain still won't stop

[diablo-sera-tops]

blorbo unable to close their eyes and avoid the visceral sight of their own body

[diablo-sera-tops]

blorbo suffering unimaginable pain and being powerless to stop it ok? ok

[lavenderpanic]

all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

[a-casual-egg]

Rushing around to finish the last of those prompt asks, thank you to everyone who sent them in, I am now exhausted from writing them, so have to grab a quick little snippet from self-indulgent fic for this week's Wip Wednesday (:*

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Cressida did not consider Lug and Willowfine to be children people, always assumed they'd get a cat or two, maybe a reptile or a bird, or something bigger that'd help Lug hunt, but no, they have Sylvie. Admittedly, she was born from one of Cernunnos' last-ditch attempts to have something of Lug's after all these years of being denied his soul, but Cressida really didn't expect them to take to it so well. Honestly, it was kind of insulting considering her own troubles, to say the least, after her own children were born, but she'd never tell them that.

[earlygraveao3]

wip wednesday #010

well. i didn’t think it would take me this long to reach number 10, but we finally did it!!! plain text under the cut as per usual :)

“Are you alright, Lug?"

Lug looked over to his left and couldn't help but smile. Robin was looking up at him with those hopelessly earnest eyes. Having seemingly recovered from coming to at the tail end of a goblin ambush, he was already looking for how he could help. At least Morven had waited until the end of the battle before burning her last spells for once.

"I'm okay," Lug assured him. "I'll stretch it out later when we rest." Robin visibly relaxed at this, but the concern didn't leave his eyes. Lug resisted the urge to pull the human in for a kiss as the last threads of adrenaline made their way through his system and settled instead for lightly touching his lips to the top of Robin's head.

[earlygraveao3]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oxventure (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billie Joe "Bison Bill" Thickett/Edie Valentine Characters: Billie Joe "Bison Bill" Thickett, Edie Valentine, Delacy (Oxventure) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Misunderstandings, First Meetings Summary:

Billie's life is mostly one routine to the next, show after show. One day, he wanders off the path and finds more than he ever expected.

[earlygraveao3]

getting the perfect song for a fic the day after you publish it…guess im gonna have to write another one

[earlygraveao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oxventure (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Cressida Blackwater/Morven Hellwain Characters: Morven Hellwain, Cressida Blackwater, Lug (Oxventure), Happen (Oxventure), Willowfine (Oxventure) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Bad Things Happen Bingo, any women's wrongs enjoyers in the chat??, implied lug/robin but it's entirely inconsequential to the plot Series: Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

Ever since the events at Nichol's tower, Morven has been secretly collecting information on his whereabouts. Tonight, she might finally have a lead.

fill for my @badthingshappenbingo​ square “revenge by proxy”!! (hey, look, it’s my wild card!)

[earlygraveao3]

i understand why people want ai dictation tools but could not be me. i write specifically because it is a silent activity. i dont want people hearing me plot out my unedited drafts, thats embarrassing.

[wyrdwoodwritingretreat]

COMING SOON!!

WHAT: A very loose fanfic fest focusing on Oxventure's Wyrdwood WHO: Any and all writers! WHEN: Set to coincide with the third & final season WHERE: Tumblr and AO3 (collection link to come)

(MORE INFO TO COME)

[carmahnart]

Hey y’all I have an announcement! My web app that I’ve been working on, Afro Index, is now live! It’s a visual reference library of Black hairstyles, for artist, animators, writers, and anyone who wants to learn more about them!

Check it out at afroindex.org! 💛✨

Afro Index – Black Hairstyle Reference Library

A reference library for Black hairstyles with accurate naming, structured filtering, and curated reference images.

[paperplateprose]

writing challenge!

open up your document and put words in it

[quasi-normalcy]

The rookie mistake in fiction writing is assuming that short stories will be easier to write than novels because they're smaller. No. This is the equivalent to thinking that it's easier to make a pocket watch than grandfather clock. Short stories are complex engineering problems.

[a-casual-egg]

We'll see how long I do this for, but since a buddy of mine posted one today here's a Wip Wednesday from me as well! I have a fair few wips but here's a paragraph from an older one.

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Daphne's the host of tonight's slumber party and she's determined to make it the best one in the history of all slumber parties and sleepovers ever. She has games, magazines, all the nail polish colors she could find, and, hell, she even made cupcakes! They were awful and soupy so she threw them out and bought cupcakes instead but still! She's pulled out all the stops for this event and it's going to be wonderful even if it kills her!! Well, she'd prefer if it didn't kill her and it'd probably ruin the mood if she did die but she's sure the heavens above get her gist.

[earlygraveao3]

wip wednesday #009

i'm such a slacker!! i haven't even hit 10 of these yet *sobs* but i'm pleased to say that i do have some projects i am working on and i'm hoping to publish one if not two of them by the end of the month!! fingers crossed!!

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Lug used his hammer to prop himself up and catch his breath. Wisps of hair clung to the side of his face, held in place by sweat. He glanced at the goblin in the middle of the road. It didn't get up.

His right ear swiveled back as he picked up footsteps behind him. Lug turned around just in time to see another goblin leap into the air, dagger flashing in the sunlight. He barely had a moment to consider lifting his hammer again before a bright blue bolt of lightning cut between them and slammed into the goblin's chest. It remained held in place, body convulsing as electricity lit up every nerve in its body. Lug followed the arc of the bolt with his gaze until he saw Cressida, the top strands of her perfectly styled hair starting to frizz up in the static. He nodded his thanks to her and she returned the gesture before returning her eyes to her target, a crease of concentration forming between her eyebrows.

[fragmentedink]

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