I've had an intense case of writer's block for the past few years. Now I might be feeling up to it again, so I looked through my Google Docs to figure out where to start. And I found this snippet, which doesn't fit the style of my WIP, but I love it and it must be allowed out of the enclosure.
From the TomGreg/Three Kingdoms fic:
Not until the incident with the Imperial Hereditary Seal did Tom realize how fucked he was.
Greg had pressed the priceless little cube into his hand and whispered, “Don’t freak out,” while standing in front of their lord in his throne room. Only Tom’s years of experience in subterfuge kept him from flinging the object across the room like some kind of flesh-eating hot coal. Because again, Greg had just casually handed him the most politically charged object in the entire known world.
Years ago, this little jade seal was used by the Emperor to approve an increase in rations for a starving region, to sign a peace treaty – this very seal had probably granted Tom’s current lord his independence. It had been passed down to each new Emperor of the Han.
Then, of course, the rebels burned down the capital, the Emperor was kidnapped, and everything went to dogshit. The last person to claim ownership of the seal before their lord was Sun Jian, and they all knew how that had ended: wife kidnapped, troops ambushed, and shot to death with arrows.
Logan narrowed his eyes in their direction, and Tom straightened. And tried to keep his feelings off his face.
Yes, Tom had said they should get rid of it last night, but he had drunk a reflecting pool’s worth of wine. He had also said they should run away and raise horses in Anding together. But that’s the kind of hyperbole one spews after learning that a force of 50,000 is on its way to raze your commandery and slaughter everyone inside.
“REPORT,” hollered a messenger, tripping over his own feet in his haste to kneel before Logan.
Tom took the chance to hiss in Greg’s ear, “The fuck?”
“I panicked, man. I don’t want to die as Minister of the Stables, you know? Maybe we can hand it over to the other side for some leniency?”
“TOM,” Logan barked, “Is there something more pressing than this news you’d like to share?”
Next chapter of WTWCH. (Yes, this fic will be finished one day if I live that long.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Tbh, though, I have another chapter to post soon and another to finish and edit. We've made it up the mountain of plot so now it's just a downhill slide to pound town.
Mind the chapter notes/trigger warnings: we're wading into territory that might especially not be for everyone.
This may be controversial but I think polyamory should be in tv shows and video games. I think there’s so many unexplored dynamics for romcom relationships and we simply deserve these kinds of stories.
it cracks me up that there was a secret society of American journalists who, from 1965 to 2006, slipped the phrase "it was as if some occult hand..." into articles
this all started when one guy used the phrase in an article and his friends thought it was so hilariously out of place that they all started using it
it drove their editors crazy but they kept doing it
that was like. the whole thing. they called it the Order of the Occult Hand and all it did was put a random metaphor into as many news articles as possible
they picked a new phrase in the early 00s, which has not been revealed yet- to my knowledge
And that's a wrap! The crew from left to right: Memento, Zombie, Nails, Syndrome, Reishi, and Nat.
Our Scum and Villainy (TTRPG) campaign finished last night and this is my tribute to a game that got me out of the house, drawing ferociously, and being social again. It was a rad crew, we lucked out with a really talented GM, and I can't wait til the next time I get to give my teammate +1 d by mooning (essentially) a sith lord.
Okay I need The Avengers™ finding out about Loki's ultimate sacrifice, and has friends, and is so incredibly powerful now
Loki: I'd love to stay, but I hate you all, and I have to meet my friends
Avengers: your WHAT?
Mobius: yeah, and Loki made the ultimate sacrifice and accepted his worst fear of being alone, to save everyone, so maybe he's not that bad
Avengers, crying: he did WHAT?
O.B : yeah he's sorry he can't be here right now, he has to reschedule, he has to go to his really important job of protecting all the universes from harm all by himself, saving everyone's, including yours, lives.
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