#sequel in progress

[katherynefromphilly]

NaNoWriMo Word Count Update

First draft of Act 1 complete -- 6 chapters, and 32,391 words so far.

Moving on to Act 2 today!

:)

And since no one asked, here’s the last thing I wrote...

“Right,” Merlin said. “Where’s the nearest border crossing?” “Oh stop overreacting.” Merlin tipped sideways on the seat, pressing his face into Arthur’s jeans.  “This is so bad...” “Ever the optimist,” Arthur said fondly, and stroked his hair.

[artemis099]

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

This is a link to chapter two but I posted chapters two and three today. I hope anyone that’s interested enjoys

[random-mha-thoughts]

Idk if I can request this, but can we have a part 2 to Name the Todoroki angst maybe a fluff ending but making it even more angsty works too! Please and thank you!

Do yall enjoy suffering or smth but it’s ok bc I do too it’s therapeutic

Yes!! THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!

I’m lowkey shocked though, I thought everyone would hate me after this and want nothing to do with me and I would lose all the followers I’ve gained in the past week and hhhhhhhhhhh

I promise it will be angst to fluff! I’m planning on extending the ending to fit one of the ones I had originally thought of. And it’ll probably be shorter too, just to tie up the loose ends

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Actually I’m lying I just thought of a tOTALLY BETTER IDEA-

[toreadfanfic]

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

Quiet Places (The Sorcerer's Stone) Lizzie Raine (particularlygeeky) 

Summary: When Harry gets to Hogwarts, he is sorted into Slytherin along with Hermione and Ron. They quickly discover that not all is well with Harry; he's deaf. Severus Snape takes care of Harry and Minerva works to free Sirius from Azkaban. Dumbledore is to blame. The basic plot is the same, with Quirrell and the Sorcerer's Stone. This is a wild ride of friendship, mystery, and danger with a guaranteed happy ending.

[luninosity]

I really, really, really loved Aidan & Ink!! <3

They are tons of fun! I am hoping that the place I sent it will want the first story. (No word yet, but the deadline was only the 1st.) And then I’ll have to figure out what to do with the sequel….

Speaking of, tiny bit more of it?

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“And I’m coming with you.”“No you’re not,” said Pete and Rob and Ink simultaneously. John almost joined in just because of their shared forcefulness, but he did not, after all, know the Director; so he kept silent.“It’s not a debate.” Aidan rested elbows on his desk, looked at them levelly across laced hands. “It’s family. And you’ll need me.”“You’re the Director of the Magical Enforcement Division,” Pete said. “You can’t just swoop in and work a random case.”“You can’t break charms,” Ink said, and his voice trembled, barely noticeable, hurting with love. “You can’t use your voice on something that can’t hear you. And you’re barely a magician without it.” “We need you,” Rob said, surprisingly softly, “here, Aidan. If we lose you we lose more than just you.”“Yes,” Aidan said, “the MED loses the symbol, Joanne’s faith in me as her successor, the face of youth and change, a half magical creature, proof that you don’t have to be an old-fashioned purely human witch or enchanter or anything, I know.” He might’ve said this sarcastically; he didn’t. He did know; he took Rob’s objection and his own position seriously, John thought. “But I have thought about this. I’ve got a Deputy for a reason. I’ll stay out of any direct contact with curses or hexes or evil sorcerers. I promise.” He was holding Ink’s hand now. His voice held a thread of silvered steel underneath calm explanations. “I love Elena as much as anyone,” Pete said, “but she’s not you. She can’t do what you can do, literally, magically. Actually, call her in. Tell her about this. See what happens.”Aidan raised an eyebrow. A knock tapped against the door.“I hate it,” Pete said, “when you answer objections before we’ve come up with them.”Rob sighed, and watched Aidan. John covertly watched Rob doing the watching. Compassion in those sea-blue eyes. Loyalty in that heroic jawline. Rob had made his own argument on behalf of the department, but could also see and sympathize with his Director’s need to rescue family; all that was in that gaze, as Rob considered the mission.Funny, that. John hadn’t expected MED agents to be quite so good at emotional nuance. Nor so kind. Elena Ruiz proved to be thin and brown and quick as a sparrow; the Deputy Director of the MED was a weather-witch, John vaguely recalled, and had spent the last three months holding back terrible drought and brushfires across Southern California. She had short brown hair and a fearsome knife casually tucked into her belt; she listened to Aidan patiently for two minutes and then said, “You can’t go.”“Yes I can,” Aidan said. “Did you all miss the part about me being in charge?”“We need you here. We’re meeting with the Magical Oversight Committee next week, remember? No one else has your voice. And I hate politicians.”“We know,” Pete said, half under his breath, “we were there when you made it rain on Senator Whitmore, last time.”“He deserved it, that—”“Listen.” The silver-tipped spears in that voice cracked out and hit everyone in the room. A banshee’s voice: not a full command, but a sizzling diamond-edged reminder of what he could do. “This isn’t a discussion. My family won’t talk to anyone who doesn’t have a magical bloodline stretching back at least five generations. The best you’d get is a shut door. And if someone’s making cursed objects—and sending them after powerful families—then we need to know who and why. And I’m good at talking to people.” The implications rang darkly across the office: Aidan wanted to have words with the sorcerer behind this case. “So you need me. I’ll stay out of the way in the field and I’ll stay in touch with you, Ellie, but you’re running things here until we get back. Understood?”

A general reluctant mutter on the theme of “yes” filled up the space. Aidan glared at them all. “Good. We’re leaving tonight.”

[cyrelia-j]

You know you've got some crazy fic sequel going when you open with the sentence "Kelas Parmak is a dick magnet."

[winjennster]

Will the PA sequel be chapters or all one piece? (I want it now.)

I am unsure. I’m about 3k in now. We’ll see how the structure looks. Chances are, it will be two parts, but both published at same time. I can’t give it to you now, but I’ll give you this…

Most of his art supplies had been donated to the Maryland Institute. They were more than happy to take them, and promised to distribute them to underprivileged students just as Dean had requested. He packed a small box with some sketch pads, graphite, pastels, water colors, and colored pencils. He’d do something as least, as long as his hands cooperated and he could keep the tremors at bay.  Sam flew in for a few weeks to help with the moving process. He, Benny, and Cas spent long days picking through forty years worth of life in the firehouse. Dean wanted to help, but his body refused him, and he ended up sitting on the couch for much of the packing process, sulking as he watched everyone work.His and Cas’s oldest, David, helped with the packing, and his sisters, Mei and Tiana, waited on him hand and foot, despite Dean’s protestations. Elena, David’s fiancé, carefully wrapped all of their breakables, handling them as if they were just as valuable to her.The piano had been sold. Not like he’d be able to play it anyway.Depression creeped in slowly. He’d made the firehouse his home for so long. He was used to her echoes and the temperamental furnace. He was used to his neighborhood – because it wasn’t bad enough they were leaving the firehouse, no, Cas had found them a perfect little ranch house in Harford County, a whole county away from the City.“Dad,” Tiana plopped onto the couch beside him. “Sulking does not look good on the over sixty crowd.”“Shut up.”“Seriously. It’s not the end of the world and you’ve been getting progressively grumpier about the city for the last ten years. Papa found you guys such a nice place and we’re going to make it so pretty.”“And I’m forty-five minutes from you and Mei, an hour and half from David and Elena -”“Sulking. Totally sulking. You do realize Mei and I plan to come up every weekend? I’d miss Papa’s cooking too much. Mei and I burn water.” She reached over and took his hand, wrapping their fingers together. Dean smiled at the color contrast, his freckled peach tones against her flawless sepia, and she squeezed slightly. “You’re going to be ok,” she told him softly. “I promise you. We’re all gonna take care of you, just like you always take care of us. I promise, Daddy. I promise.”