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.
Working on a Blades in the Dark campaign and trying not to get too attached to this sorceress NPC played by Julia Garner, or her demon familiar in the form of a crow named Ixis.
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.
When the Wolf Comes Home has an edit now, courtesy of the Nero to my Sporus, @red-0ak-tree, and it's so perfect I still can't believe it's real. Look at it, and tell me if it's real.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter! Short but smutty. ;)
Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Protective Vengeful TomWambs, Slow Burn, Nero Burns Rome Down a Bit, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rape/Non-con Elements, Trauma, Rape Recovery, Panic Attacks, Tom goes to therapy, Greg goes to therapy, Explicit Consent, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Post-Episode: s03e09 All the Bells Say, Recreational Drug Use, Minor Violence, Light BDSM, Puppy Play, it's the dog metaphor of it all, Dubious Consent, Boundaries, Consent issues explored and confronted, Comeplay
Summary:
When a drug-fueled assault rips away Greg's sense of safety, Tom helps him create a new one.
Okay, I really like this one. Another TTRPG OC portrait from Scum & Villainy, my character, Ned Terminus, who looks exactly like Hansel from Zoolander.
Let me tell you about my Ned: he’s a space therapist. And he used to turn people into the Hegemony for using the Way (the Force) as a mandated reporter, because the Way is illegal in this universe. It almost got his best friend killed, which pushed him over the edge and convinced him to stop, and start breaking the law by not turning them in, and joining a crew of smugglers until he figures out his life (or, you know…)
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