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Camp NaNo July 2019 - General Recap  ~ Sweety

Projects: Sit In Judgement of What Makes Us Human (FFxii fanfic) + The Last Journey (FFxii fanfic) + Original Larp projects

Total words/goal: 37028/30000 

Satisfaction: This Camp NaNo was mostly good for me. I am not fully happywith what I wrote, mainly because I changed a lot of things in my outlines (oh the editing I will have to do this next month!) but I like my ideas, and I have been quite productive. Not only on my main project but on a nex fic these last few days and on some original larp projects (hence why I did not always post sentence of the days). Overall a great but tiring and difficult month. 

Excerpt: 

She was like the statues in the tombs of legendary kings. An armored automaton hunched over the sleeping form of her monarch, never to rise except to fight whoever threatened the eternal rest of her charge. 

Dangerous beyon human comprehension. Filled with the rage and sorrow of ages past. Distorted by the mist. She did not acknowledge his presence, nor did she bow to him. Vayne smiled, a secret internal smile meant for himself alone. 

‘Distorted by the mist...’ resonated Venat’s whispering voice in his mind. ‘More powerful than him even...’ 

Yes, thought Vayne. So powerful. The calm and quiet of the mourning room did not fit with the turmoil in his mind. Powerful automaton. This was cruel, this was unfair. This was a necessity. 

(The Last Journey)

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If You Make It To Ten

A pre-movie The Great Escape fanfic with focusing on polyamory, some characters’ meeting headcanons... and much love. Too much love.  

  So, to fight my frustration with not being able to write this fic in the near future -because of my thesis and of a few monstruous-sized other fics to finish- even though it fully drafted, I made this moodboard. Enjoy the mirror of images, colours and dynamics. 

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-Sweety

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Nano Recap Day 23

Project: Sit In Judgement Of What Makes Us Human (FFxii)

Word Count: 1714

Mood: “When will it end?” Says Sweety. Are they talking about their sickness or about NaNo? It remains to this day a mystery...

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I’ve been away ~

~an update by Sweety

So, as you might have realised, I have not been active these last days Nano-wise. 

I apologise for that, but I was away in Barcelona for a cinema festival & a knitting festival & much partying at a goth club & seeing humans dear to my heart. So my mind was really not on Tumblr (that’s what Qs are for haha) and so, even though I wrote, I really did not think about making daily recaps. But now I am back, so I’ll go on making them. And just so you know, my word count is 38161, so still rocking!

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Nano Recap Day 2 - Sweety

Project: Sit In Judgement Of What Makes Us Human (FFxii)

Word Count: 2203

Total: 4003

Mood: This day was not easy due to me having to work, but I was inspired and managed to get some good writing down! (I finished a chapter, Yay!)

Sentence of the day: “Whatever happens, there will come a time when you will find your purpose again.”

Song of the day: Summertime - George Gershwin

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Let’s Go! 

This year again, I will be doing Nanowrimo! For all the happiness, stress and trouble this challenge have caused me... I still love it. 

Like 2016 and 2017, I will not start a new novel. Who does that anyway? You’re brave. Or crazy. 

I will be mainly writing -and I hope, finishing- my Final Fantasy XII fanfiction, Sit In Judgement of What Makes Us Human, and if I finish that before Nov. 30, I’ll go back on my monster Hoping Is Not An Advantage, a The Great Escape 110k long fanfiction. 

I’ll of course post daily recaps of my progress :)

Wish me luck, motivation and an unending supply of tea. In turn, I wish you the best NaNo possible! 

-Sweety

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

Title: One Death Or Another 

Fandom: The Great Escape

Main Character: Eric Ashley-Pitt

Main Relationships: - 

Warnings: Major character death

Additional tags: Alternate Universe - canon divergence

Summary:  What if Eric had not shot Khun at the station, but Preissen?

That fic was requested by one (or more?) anons over on my main blog, @sweetymutant. I had a blast working on it, and will publish a companion gifset on my main blog soonish~

-Sweety

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Whumptober Day 8~ "Fever”

~ Requested by my dear @psychicwhisperywitch <3

Fandom: None, it’s from an original project of mine, OLDO. Rating: G Pairing: None Character: Bob (OC) ~~~

Bob knew he was sick when he got out of bed, or more exactly when he did not manage to. The blanket felt heavenly warm around his shivering body. His mother, though she was worried, decided that a little fever was not enough for Bob to skip class. Bob sat in front of his breakfast but could not swallow a teaspoon of it. He picked up his backpack, the fog in his mind thicker by the minute. Which was the first class of the day?

Bob dragged his feet through the school gates, his head pounding. The smoke and constant chatter around him were making the pain worse. Familiar faces around him, loud voices. He was pushed around by the swarm of students as the bell rang. Bob staggered, almost fell.

A hand, touching his forehead. Grabbing his own.

“You’re burnin’ alive.” Soft voice, taking him away from the bright electric lights of the corridor, dragging him into the cold exterior. Walking too fast for Bob.

Opening doors, pushing people away.

The hand let go of Bob and he was pushed into a plush chair. “Wait here.” Bob nodded, slow. He was going nowhere. The world around him was blurry, his head in pain, he needed to rest, but the buzzing in his head made it difficult.

Bob was dozing off when the school nurse touched his forehead, then lead him gently into one of the small bedrooms of the infirmary. She coerced him into taking medication, and Bob fell on the soft bed, sleeping the morning away.

When he woke up, his fever had subsided. He was hungry now, and the nurse told him she had phoned his parents, and they would pick him up soon. Waiting for them, Bob slowly realised he had no memory of who had taken him to the infirmary. It had been a familiar voice… someone of his class? Bob felt grateful to whoever had taken care of him. It made him feel warm inside, but a nice warm, not like the heat of the fever.

~~~

-Sweety