I wanted to put a list together of progress for all the f1 fics Iāve got on the work desk. This is super helpful so I donāt forget anything š sweet, ripe progress bar still lives at the top of my tumblr! ā¤ļøš
is that your boy? uh-huh. Chapter 13: 22%
oh itās been a hell of a ride (driving the edge of a knife) Part II: 10%
untitled max/charles fic: 5%
charlieās pov of sweet, ripe Chapter 1: 100%
[charles/max bonded fic] red bull gives you wings (nvmd itās anxiety and headaches): 1%
tiny snippet from Charlieās pov below the cut for anyone that wants a sneak peak (I am still working on a title for his pov)
Thereās blood on his hands, slipping between the rings he put on early that morning. Itās seeping into his team kit too, a darker, sickening shade that consumes the comforting rosso corsa heās come to know as home. The room lists to the side and he stumbles, realizing that awful, rattling sound heās hearing is coming from him. He canāt breathe. The side of his face, the line of his neck, his whole shoulderā¦all of it pounds to the same, jumping beat of his heart. It burns and when he presses his hand above his collar itās slick. Wet, burning fire. A low, pained groan sounds out from the floor to his right. Thereās a body shifting with regained consciousness and the fresh flood of adrenaline has the lay of the immediate surroundings coming into sharp focus. Itās fight or flight and heās already done fight once. He sprints away, dodging around tabletops and workstations that are all empty. Why is it all so empty? Where is everyone? Where does he go?
Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that progress on the most recent chapter of MM has been kind of slow recently. Besides school and my social life, this chapter has been another one of those pieces that's been really difficult and frustrating to write. Sorry for how long its taking me to post, I just thought I'd let you know I am still working on it.
I totally forgot, but a week ago I finally finally finished writing chapter twelve! Taking a brief break from actually writing to let the juices rest, but i am now halfway through the first fic in my httyd/the deep crossover!
(couldnāt find a gif for the next chapter, but itās the training montage)
Coiled Ties Under Ophidian Skies - Chapter 2 Snippet
Figured I'd share a wee snippet of what I have so far in this gargantuan chapter for my DMC fic that is kinda being a bitch to edit right now. Mostly because there's just so much to GO through.
But! This way you guys get to look forward to some Nero & Nico shenanigans. I swear these two may as well be siblings...
And putting them together on a road trip? Awful. XD
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One would have thought that destroying that damned tree and sealing the breach would have had some kind of effect. But apparently even that was too much to hope forā¦
Nothing was ever easy, but something had to be done. He had a family to worry about, after all...
Not that they seem to even care, Nero thought bitterly, jaw clenching as he thought back to that moment on the Qliphoth. That feeling of despair and abandonment gripping him as the twins took a flying leap right back out of his life. He'd thrown himself into his work after that, focusing as much as he could on his family and friends when jobs weren't running him ragged, but it always had a way of coming back around. Gnawing at his mind...
It wasn't until Kyrie caressed his face one evening and softly whispered, "Nero... No. You're hurting." That he realized that something had to give.
Which was why he was here, in what felt like the ass end of nowhere, rocketing at a classic "mach fuck you" down a coastal highway to meet with a mysterious āexpert on shit like this,ā as Nico liked to put it. He didnāt exactly know who or what this so-called āexpertā was. But by the initial description she gave him, it didn't seem too promisingā¦
'Cus, didnāt Agnus kind of count as a wizard or alchemist or whatever? he mused, sighing loudly for what was probably the umpteenth time as he pinched his brows. He was starting to get a headache. And look how well that turned out for him.
āGoddamn! Would you. Shut. Up,ā Nico drawled, stubbing out her cigarette in the overfull ashtray that he'd told her to empty out over a week ago. The still smoking stub tumbling out as she jerked the wheel to get back in the lane after she passed a slower moving car. āYou been sighin' like some lovesick teenager for hours now. S'gettinā on my nerves.ā
āWell gee. Iām sorry," Nero began in the most sarcastically oozing voice he could muster, "Iām just sighing! What? I canāt sigh?!" He threw his hands into the air, groaning as he leaned back in the chair and silently entreated some kind of higher power he knew didn't exist for saintly patience. Smacking a hand to his forehead he let it smear down his face, the exasperation palpable. "Maybe, if you were a little more transparent about what the fuck we are doing, I wouldn't be freaking out about the end of the world over here."
"Yer such a worrywart," she grumbled right back, taking a swig from a nearby water canteen that he definitely knew had more than just water in it. "And how the hell should I know? S'not like I was 'inducted into the deeper mysteries,'" she said, voice turning deep and somewhat sultry in imitation of someone, before switching back to her regular country twang, "āor however the fuck yer supposed to say it. We haven't exactly talked much since I was a kid, yanno."
He rolled his eyes. "I just have my doubts okay?" Nero crossed his arms, trying to close his eyes in the hopes that maybe if he fell asleep, this whole stupid trip would be done and over with by the time he woke up. "I mean really, who calls themselves a sorcerer these days?ā he growled under his breath.
Which, unfortunately, didn't go unnoticed by his partner, who he swore at times had bat-like hearingāwhich went along just swimmingly with her batty personality. āSorceress, thank you very much!" Nico snapped, giving his shoulder a rebuking backhand followed by a poke, with several more rapid fire pokes to follow. "And whatās wrong with that, huh? Sānot like you were comin' up with any better ideas.ā
Waving her invading finger away, Nero groaned, regretting ever bringing it up. āYeah, yeah... Whatever. Let's just drop it, alright?"
He would have kept pouting, but was promptly interrupted by Nico leaning over and slugging him hard on the arm.
"Ow! Geez! What was that for?!" he barked, even though it didn't hurt in the leastāit was more the principle of the matter, not to mention it being fucking annoying when she persisted in trying to poke him again, this time with a wooden back-scratcher that was hand carved to look like a creepy, mummified hand.
He'd given her the damn thing as a gag gift for her birthday. Never had he expected that she'd use it to menace him like this.
"Stop. Being. Such a. Debbie. Doubter!" she growled, lunging at him. Punctuating each following word with a sharp jab, weaving chaotically between lanes as she tried her damnedest to get him.
I'm still working on the chapters, but it got me thinking about something: How might Ray Merrimen be when it comes to his S.O.'s holiday family gatherings, i.e. Thanksgiving, Xmas, etc., gatherings? Would he be the silent type throughout the feast or would he cause trouble to those family members who dare disrespect his lover??
With spring blooming all around us and summer creeping close, it's time to revisit friends both new and old... time for tensions to raise, for swords to clash, and for stories to be told.
What do you reckon is happening back in the Neutral Lands?
Iāve begun work on chapter 14! Iām not sure how quickly Iāll be able to get it out, since I have a lot of exams coming up in the next few weeks. However Iām gonna try my best to avoid another two month gap between chapters. Look at this screenshot I can already see so many little things I want to change.
I also made some minor revisions to chapter 1 today. Originally, Rises The Moon had a couple paragraphs of exposition at the start which were justā¦ clunky and unnecessary. It was bothering me as of late, and made me feel embarrassed to share the story. An awful first impression of it really! So I took it upon myself to rework it.
Iāve avoided doing things like this as much as I can, lest I end up in the time loop of rewriting the same chapters forever and ever. However this felt necessary for my own peace of mind.
