#15k words

[ren-cerati]

He is so tiny. For what.

HE DOES NOT IS AWARE OF HIS EXISTENCE!!! BURN HIM WITH FIRE!! PUT HIM DOWN LIKE A SICK DOGGGG

[lunastarhawk]

WiP (or proof of life) Wednesday

Summer was not conducive to finding time to write, but I'm nearly done with Tides 27 😊

This is essentially one loooonnnnggg rewrite of the epilogue scene from Julian's route. Here's some of it.

They’d already moved some home comforts onto their ship over the past few days, so there wasn’t much to take besides a few changes of clothes. Julian took one last look at the map laid out on the desk; it was the one that he’d once marked the places he wanted to visit, to pick up original pieces of treasures and trinkets he’d once had a collection of copies of. They’d plotted this Nevivon trip upon it, marking the port towns they’d stop off at - including Altheia’s apparent hometown of Port Tremaire.

But that wasn’t their reason for taking the map, and Julian’s lips curved into a soft smile to himself as he carefully rolled it up and placed it in his knapsack. They’d be travelling with Mazelinka, and she certainly didn’t need a map to guide her between ports. They were taking Julian’s map - their map - as a symbol.

It was the same reason that Altheia carefully wrapped Julian’s model ship, which looked remarkably like The Southern Cross, in a sheet of fabric and placed it in a box padded with balls of tissue. A symbol.

The same reason that they had packed Julian’s old coat, black and weather-beaten and oversized, that they’d discovered had been bought by Altheia once upon a time.

A thin folio containing the reports they’d found in Julian’s dungeon office, written in Altheia’s hand, from her time as his apprentice, forgotten.

A small glass jar of bath salts - Nevivon’s finest, scented with vanilla, bergamot and sea salt, a decorative blue ribbon around its neck.

Altheia’s favourite seashells, collected from the beach where they’d spent so much time together, then and now.

Void quartz, the purest quality that Selina could find, a key component in a medicine they’d formulated together that eased the suffering of plague victims.

The gently glowing jade weed, still in its simple pot that Julian had planted it in all those years ago for Altheia, a forgotten gift.

Symbols, all of them. To be used in a ritual to restore Julian’s memories. All packed away in a sea chest, made of varnished mahogany with their initials painted in gold on its lid - A. F. in her neat cursive, J D in his best effort.

One thing remained. Altheia’s hand trembled as she opened the desk drawer and took out the rolled scroll, tied with a red ribbon. On the back of it, something as mundane as a shopping list, one that even Julian himself couldn’t read. But hidden within its tightly spiralling sheet of yellowed notepaper, a promise. Written playfully, signed as a commitment, it seemed. Forgotten, yet fulfilled even so. And since added to.

Altheia was reluctant to unroll it, worried that it might spark Julian’s pain as it had before. But as she turned her eyes to him, she knew she didn’t need to. They both knew what it said, what it meant. It would take on its role as a symbol, a component in a ritual. And Julian would remember it.

Altheia didn’t know if she would ever remember any of these things. But Julian would. These symbols of the life she’d taken from him would give those memories back.

[1dchristmasfest]

11th December

🎄🎅🏻 All I Want for Christmas by @megz1985 🎅🏻🎄

15,444 words // Teen

Liam's son wants to meet the author/illustrator of his favourite series of books for Christmas, Zayn Malik. That's all he wants.

Read now on Ao3.

[finnreyfics]

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

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Journey to Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Star Wars: The Force Awakens Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finn & Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars) & Original Character(s), Finn/Rey (Star Wars) Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Captain Phasma - Character, FN-2003 (Mentioned), FN-2199 (Mentioned), FN-2000 (Mentioned), Original Stormtrooper Character(s), Original Characters, Rey (Star Wars), Unkar Plutt, yIKES - Character, The Force (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Pre-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Star Wars but without the war, I took 4 seconds of the plot and went wild with it, Force-Sensitive Finn (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Rey (Star Wars), No Force Dyad between Rey and Kylo, Not this ship sister!, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), But honestly who knows how the Force works, Force Bond (Star Wars), The Force Ships It (Star Wars), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, more or less, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, that's more accurate, Friendship/Love, Finn-centric (Star Wars), But also, Rey-Centric (Star Wars), In some chapters, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, REALLY slow, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Competent Finn (Star Wars), Scavenger Finn (Star Wars), wow that's not a tag okay, Feral Rey (Star Wars), She/Her and They/Them Pronouns for Rey (Star Wars), THAT NOT A TAG EITHER, Shame, Rey is Not a Palpatine (Star Wars) Summary:

FN-2187 manages to escape from the First Order desperate to find his place on the Galaxy, out of the First Order and out of the war, but he ends up landing in a strange planet where the sun is too bright and there is nothing but sand.

Jakku

Yet, he feels like there is something more than sand waiting for him.

(Or, what if Finn escaped years before by himself but still lands on Jakku, discovering himself along with a strange girl named Rey)

[quirkle2]

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[aziraphales-library]

shameless self rec on my @goodomensbigbang fic!!

it’s called but i travelled a long road to get a hold of my sorrow, it’s finished with 6 chapters and around 15k words! i’d love to get feedback but also just want to share it to a broader audience than what i have!

summary: When one’s lifespan is as vast as either Crowley’s or Aziraphale’s, time begins to lose its significance. Hours blend into minutes and years are indistinguishable from weeks. Yet, memories of the past seem to be cemented into the conscious- especially when snippets of eating pastries with an angel warmed by the sun arise. Memories bleed into everyday life, encouraging the angel and the demon to reminisce on oysters by the sea and crepe dates following devastating wars. When it seems that remembering these tender moments doesn’t satisfying the duo’s desire to be in each other’s company, they embark on a journey around the globe with stops at modernized towns and revolutionized cities that were once flooded by She herself or torn down during Roman-aged wars. Perhaps flying in a giant tin can does terrify Crowley, and Aziraphale might have his own mischievous side when it comes to booking their rooms, but meals spent seaside and drained bottles of wine more than account for awkward silences that follow surprised hand-holding and shared reassurances following nightmares.

~ mod e / rhagfyre / emandrea (ao3)

[bloodyjacksparrow]

“Yeah, you’re tellin’ me, Pretty boy. Give my light back.” Billy clicks his fingers on the hand hanging out of the window. 

“Fuck you, get it yourself.” Steve bites, pouting around the cigarette. 

“Fuckin’-” Billy opens the door, stepping out of the Camaro, holding his jacket tight against his front as he pulls the passenger door open and climbs in the seat. “Give it.”

It's our secret (the stars will keep it)

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

[thedeviousdo]

So far I've written a page of my fic today, at work so how about that for getting paid to write, now I just need to write 60 more by the 20th of this month...send me good vibes everyone.