I'm plotting

Kim Patreon has early release of two weekly web series: one with a super oblivious supernatural being who thinks they are fooling everyone into thinking they are human. And another with a scholar who wants very much to know what witches are.

[i-am-plotting]

Hi!

So, this is my writing blog for not whump-focused fic, which does not necessarily means no whump at all, just that the focus will be elsewhere. (for whump fics check @kim-poce)

I take requests

My WIPs:

Fire Pillar

This is a supernatural story. Doran –a seemly normal human– interacted with creatures that she shouldn't have, and made enemies who proved themselves hard to deal with. Between going completely crazy or embracing the dangerous adventure of getting her memories back, Doran chooses her sanity.

The Game of the Crown

For the Power

Hound

After hitting his aggressor Caleb is faced with two options, either join them and become someone's else hound or die.

Secret Weapon

The Room

Five children find a hidden room in the ophrenage they lived in for the last three years, the room is not the only hidden truth they will discover.

MY TAGS:

For my WIPs and OCs:

#wip_name (i.e. #The Game of The Crown)

#wip_name snippet (i.e. #Fire Pillar Snippet)

#oc oc_name (i.e. #oc Atena)

#wip_name picrew (i.e. #The Room Picrew)

General Tags:

#oc dialogue

#oc ramble

#oc tag (when rebloging a tag-the-oc kind of thing)

#lil bites of writing

#my writing

[raven]

negative self talk "im going to die here" vs positive self talk "im going to start killing"

[neuxue]

The combination of 'unnervingly flawless self-control' with 'occasional tendency to engage in reckless, dangerous, and borderline self-destructive or death-seeking behaviour' in a character is SUCH catnip to me

[old-screnwriter-deactivated2022]

i just think that unhinged fictional characters with some blood on their face and wrath in their eyes is pretty hot. that’s all

[i-am-plotting]

Your new icon is cool!

Thank you!!!!

[i-am-plotting]

Roommate

Dear Diary, 

Today was… hard. To be honest, everyday is hard, but today went ahead and surprised me, which is really rare, like, really really rare. You know very well how bland my reaction to the swarm of two-meters-long wasps was.

After today, I do wish the issue would be as simple as a swarm of little alien insects, but I got a worse pest instead.

[Hey!]

I could go on rambling and rambling about how used to unknown and otherworldly issues I am, but I would be, well, rambling, and you don’t like rambling do you?

[Helyo, this is literally your diary.]

You have the right to ramble to your own diary, it’s yours.

“Then why are you writing in it? Go away, shoo.”

[Don’t be like that-]

“Let me fuck move my own hand, you damn thing!”

As I was saying, diary, at the moment I seem to be infected with a mind controlling parasite, I will explain more after having breakfast. See ya.

With love, Helyo.

[PS: Hello, Helyo’s diary! We’ll talk a lot in the future]

“Leave my diary the fuck alone!”

[It’s our diary now.]

“It fuck isn’t.”

[ghostly-prompts]

Prompt #504

How dare you survive.

[seth-whumps]

gasping for breath always hits different. chest heaving from panic or strain, coughing and struggling to draw in the air they so desperately need, swallowing and forcing words between wheezes that leave them dizzy and swaying but they can't afford to pass out yet? it could be from pain, fever, sweating, exhaustion, broken ribs, near drowning? it's a whole ass delicacy

[finnitesimal]

When the unerringly loyal right-hand men are referred to as dogs in the canon text

[nothwell]

#i would like to take this up a notch and say when the singular right hand person or romantic interest is referred to as “[your] dog” #incredible shit

[weidli]

[ID: gif of a lot of people, most of them holding signs reading “yes!” in all caps /end ID]

[humunanunga]

Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.

The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.

There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.

[havingcompassion-deactivated202]

It’s the burning rage inside me that gives me that luminous glow (:

[torridturncoat]

god (self-diagnosed)

[givethispromptatry]

“I was the worst possible choice to survive alone and yet I did. For that, the world must suffer the same anguish I have felt.”

[misscrazyfangirl321]

When the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger and the mask slips, it's great.

But when the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger, and the mask DOESN'T slip.

Because they understand they need to be calm and unflappable now more than ever; if it protects them, it will certainly protect the person they care about. So their voice doesn't waver, their hands don't shake. They don't panic. From the outside looking in, they're as calm as could be. They handle it.

But after it's over-when the person they care about is safe, and the unflappable character is alone-they completely shatter. Gasping breaths, sobs, barely holding it together because someone they love almost DIED, and it was far, far too close for comfort.

(Optional: Character that they care about finds them in this state and comforts them.)

[pablosexc0bar]

[that-gay-jedi]

But SIR that's my emotional support unedited 8000+ words of an in-progress fic I can't publish yet because it's not chronological

[whump-all-the-way]

the happy sunshine whumpee having their past shown to their team, and it’s the most violent, brutal torture anyone has ever seen. “it was a long time ago” they try and say, “don’t worry, i barely even remember it” they try and soothe. but the recordings keep playing and playing, with every scream their eyes grow more and more distant, and the careful persona they’ve crafted slips away. by the time the recordings are finished, the team are eyeing them with worry, whumpee wont talk, and their eyes are clouded over. their knuckles turn white as they ball their fists, leaving the room before anyone can say a thing.