Apr 27, 2016
why cant i fucking write anything
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why cant i fucking write anything
i feel like it shouldnt be a surprise i have a block after writing and editing 17k but here i am having written 200 words today
ok so i have three things (all clizzy probably) i am Definitely interested in doing for the big bang -- - im&y au (which is already written and WILL be published whether for the big bang or not) - dark!clary au (i already did a drabble with this, but i'd really be interested in doing worldbuilding and what happens before, during, after that ficlet) - sky high au
considering at least attempting that sky high au.....
parkwest replied to your post “like.. i feel kinda guilty for posting sm about this au and finishing...”
SKY HIGH AU OMFG
clary as like.. a weird combination between warren and will, the kid of Big Superheroes (jocelyn & luke) but the biological kid of a Big Supervillain (valentine) ?????? shadowhunters as superheroes, though
like.. i feel kinda guilty for posting sm about this au and finishing a first draft already when it wont get posted until late june at the most but i think unless i have another idea i manage to think of, plan, and write 15k+ by then it’s going to end up being the big bang submission
smile?
She tilts her head to the side,eyeing the way her hair licks like fire at her ears in the soft curlsit’s falling in; the way her lips, painted cherry, crease hercheeks when she smiles.
-- still clizzy im&y au lmao
fanfiction work-in-progress guessing game
morning? and *gasp two words* drink? ^.^
Shelooks to her hands, Lightwood ring that she forgets about so often—that she puts on every morning more of habit than any real obligationto her family, now— glinting with raindrops.
“Sure,Captain America,” Simon says, shaking his head. He flushes, like hehadn’t meant to say that aloud. Clary raises her eyebrows as heturns back to his drink, tapping a nail against the glass with themost suspicious whistle Clary’s ever heard.
--- both from clizzy im&y au is my side jimon showing yet
fanfiction work-in-progress guessing game