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Fic recommendation incoming!
I loved Rune Factory 5 plenty but some of the most intriguing characters deserved more development. Behond this fic by Hizuki_Violet. Featuring: Terry backstory (tragic)! Lucas full spoilers and now he's not just weird but INTRIGUING. (Rated M for being adults with adult lives)
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Fic recommendation incoming!
I loved Rune Factory 5 plenty but some of the most intriguing characters deserved more development. Behond this fic by Hizuki_Violet. Featuring: Terry backstory (tragic)! Lucas full spoilers and now he's not just weird but INTRIGUING. (Rated M for being adults with adult lives)
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Fic recommendation incoming!
I loved Rune Factory 5 plenty but some of the most intriguing characters deserved more development. Behond this fic by Hizuki_Violet. Featuring: Terry backstory (tragic)! Lucas full spoilers and now he's not just weird but INTRIGUING. (Rated M for being adults with adult lives)
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Fic recommendation incoming!
I loved Rune Factory 5 plenty but some of the most intriguing characters deserved more development. Behond this fic by Hizuki_Violet. Featuring: Terry backstory (tragic)! Lucas full spoilers and now he's not just weird but INTRIGUING. (Rated M for being adults with adult lives)
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I'm writing a story for a friend, commission stuff. It's called "Don't You (Forget About Me)" and everything's going well. I've been writing nonstop for a few days. So far, we have twenty-three chapters published.
FYI: This story takes place in 2026.
Author's Note: There are some things I need to explain here. This is my wheelhouse. I go for infusion therapy every 28 days and I know a lot about medical stuff due to my own chronic illness. I have Multiple Sclerosis, an autoimmune disease. This story will contain subjects that I'm well-versed in. I had the idea for this story the other day and my girlfriend convinced me to write it. Enjoy the ride.
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Nicola needs to get a treatment done, still dealing with the side effects of suffering from influenza after recovering, and she finds a familiar face is in the office with her. She never expected to see him again. It's been years since she was torturing herself daily in government. Everything comes to a standstill.
You can read Chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82071566/chapters/215970176
Tagging: @therivercrow @QuokkaMocha @Luna_Catriona @Firlefanz @paulk @strangeseawolf @aperfectsong @CodexArcene
#AmWriting #WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn #MalcolmTucker #TheThickOfIt #Fanfic #Fanfiction
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v4.5 released!
* i tested literally every quest of both expansion packs with my mod and they work great :3
* Voryn now has dialogue for any of the Almsivi deaths
https://www.nexusmods.com/morrowind/mods/58423?tab=docs
#gaming #retrogaming #rpg #tes #morrowind #gamedev #mods #writing #fanfic
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#WordWeavers 3.17 — How organized are your characters?
This is a fantastic prompt.
Here's a few:
• Governor Tarkin: He's a clever man. He's prepared for any outcome. He's forever organized to a fault when it comes to notes and battle strategy. His home, however? Or his personal quarters aboard the ship? Both are clean and organized as well. (His wife keeps his home clean.)
• Lady Nolana Disa: Halfway organized. She's always prepared but never sure of what's to come. She lives out of a suitcase as well.
• Director Orson Krennic: Messy notes on his datapad, clean living quarters. He's a contradiction.
• Emperor Palpatine: He is, of course, an organized man, but only because everyone else "cleans" for him.
• Lord Vader: Does it even need explaining?#WritingCommunity #StarWars #Fanfic #Fanfiction #ShadowsOfDesire #DarkRomance #Romance #ScienceFiction #Worldbuilding #AmWriting
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#WordWeavers 3.17 — How organized are your characters?
This is a fantastic prompt.
Here's a few:
• Governor Tarkin: He's a clever man. He's prepared for any outcome. He's forever organized to a fault when it comes to notes and battle strategy. His home, however? Or his personal quarters aboard the ship? Both are clean and organized as well. (His wife keeps his home clean.)
• Lady Nolana Disa: Halfway organized. She's always prepared but never sure of what's to come. She lives out of a suitcase as well.
• Director Orson Krennic: Messy notes on his datapad, clean living quarters. He's a contradiction.
• Emperor Palpatine: He is, of course, an organized man, but only because everyone else "cleans" for him.
• Lord Vader: Does it even need explaining?#WritingCommunity #StarWars #Fanfic #Fanfiction #ShadowsOfDesire #DarkRomance #Romance #ScienceFiction #Worldbuilding #AmWriting
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#WordWeavers 3.17 — How organized are your characters?
This is a fantastic prompt.
Here's a few:
• Governor Tarkin: He's a clever man. He's prepared for any outcome. He's forever organized to a fault when it comes to notes and battle strategy. His home, however? Or his personal quarters aboard the ship? Both are clean and organized as well. (His wife keeps his home clean.)
• Lady Nolana Disa: Halfway organized. She's always prepared but never sure of what's to come. She lives out of a suitcase as well.
• Director Orson Krennic: Messy notes on his datapad, clean living quarters. He's a contradiction.
• Emperor Palpatine: He is, of course, an organized man, but only because everyone else "cleans" for him.
• Lord Vader: Does it even need explaining?#WritingCommunity #StarWars #Fanfic #Fanfiction #ShadowsOfDesire #DarkRomance #Romance #ScienceFiction #Worldbuilding #AmWriting
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I'm writing a story for a friend, commission stuff. It's called "Don't You (Forget About Me)" and everything's going well. I've been writing nonstop for a few days. So far, we have twenty-three chapters published.
FYI: This story takes place in 2026.
Author's Note: There are some things I need to explain here. This is my wheelhouse. I go for infusion therapy every 28 days and I know a lot about medical stuff due to my own chronic illness. I have Multiple Sclerosis, an autoimmune disease. This story will contain subjects that I'm well-versed in. I had the idea for this story the other day and my girlfriend convinced me to write it. Enjoy the ride.
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Nicola needs to get a treatment done, still dealing with the side effects of suffering from influenza after recovering, and she finds a familiar face is in the office with her. She never expected to see him again. It's been years since she was torturing herself daily in government. Everything comes to a standstill.
You can read Chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82071566/chapters/215970176
Tagging: @therivercrow @QuokkaMocha @Luna_Catriona @Firlefanz @paulk @strangeseawolf @aperfectsong @CodexArcene
#AmWriting #WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn #MalcolmTucker #TheThickOfIt #Fanfic #Fanfiction
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I'm writing a story for a friend, commission stuff. It's called "Don't You (Forget About Me)" and everything's going well. I've been writing nonstop for a few days. So far, we have twenty-three chapters published.
FYI: This story takes place in 2026.
Author's Note: There are some things I need to explain here. This is my wheelhouse. I go for infusion therapy every 28 days and I know a lot about medical stuff due to my own chronic illness. I have Multiple Sclerosis, an autoimmune disease. This story will contain subjects that I'm well-versed in. I had the idea for this story the other day and my girlfriend convinced me to write it. Enjoy the ride.
⸻
Nicola needs to get a treatment done, still dealing with the side effects of suffering from influenza after recovering, and she finds a familiar face is in the office with her. She never expected to see him again. It's been years since she was torturing herself daily in government. Everything comes to a standstill.
You can read Chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82071566/chapters/215970176
Tagging: @therivercrow @QuokkaMocha @Luna_Catriona @Firlefanz @paulk @strangeseawolf @aperfectsong @CodexArcene
#AmWriting #WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn #MalcolmTucker #TheThickOfIt #Fanfic #Fanfiction
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AUgust 2025. It took two more chapters to finish Cross' bad day. Then I shifted to Oops, All Nopon.
I find Nopon easy to write, very handy when I am low energy and in need of fun. Nopon in Space! Nopon Detectives! Nopon Steaminess!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/68541816/chapters/180878796
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11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
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Apriltober day 3. More hot chocolate, as Doug the sturdy Harrier buys a treat for a somewhat shaken colleague. My second avatar is Case, younger and shaken in spite of being a wiz at combat.
Bonus: I'm going to get better at drawing cocoa by the end of this.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/216881421
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Apriltober day 3. More hot chocolate, as Doug the sturdy Harrier buys a treat for a somewhat shaken colleague. My second avatar is Case, younger and shaken in spite of being a wiz at combat.
Bonus: I'm going to get better at drawing cocoa by the end of this.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/216881421
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Apriltober day 3. More hot chocolate, as Doug the sturdy Harrier buys a treat for a somewhat shaken colleague. My second avatar is Case, younger and shaken in spite of being a wiz at combat.
Bonus: I'm going to get better at drawing cocoa by the end of this.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/216881421
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Apriltober day 3. More hot chocolate, as Doug the sturdy Harrier buys a treat for a somewhat shaken colleague. My second avatar is Case, younger and shaken in spite of being a wiz at combat.
Bonus: I'm going to get better at drawing cocoa by the end of this.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/216881421
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Wolfy @quesadillawizard.bsky.social
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14h
Introducing Safari Zoned! It's my updates-whenever web serial about the journey of a guy and his Nidoran.
Check it out: https://quesadillawizard.neocities.org/safarizoned/[ #neocities | #pokemon | #webserial | #webcomic
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 8 The Robe of Wonder
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 SpatMao scanned the small room, taking in the boarded window, the heavy door, and the image of the Crucifixion on the wall. Her gaze lingered on the latter for a moment, then she refocused on Chue.
“What do they want?” she asked.
“The Shaoh wish to make trouble, while The Mad Frank dreams he can use you to bring down fire and destruction upon Li.”
Mao lay back down, muttering. Chue couldn’t make out most of what she said, but picked out “wind in his head,” “apocalypse,” and “mushroom princess.” Then, with a sigh, Mao began breathing evenly, asleep.
When she awoke, she looked at Chue and said, “I’m glad you’re here. What are we going to do?” Her voice was uncharacteristically feeble, and Chue reproached herself once again for failing to protect the Prince’s favorite.
“First, eat and drink. You’ll need energy,” she said.
Mao looked at the cold, congealed millet and turned green. She pushed the bowl away but took a swig from the gourd, #spat, and then took another swallow. “Maybe I could eat something salty.” Nodding at the congee she said, “That would just make me sick.”
Reaching into her robes, Chue pulled out a golden crystal. "Honey candy. I was saving it for you." Her eyes fixed hungrily on it, but she handed it to Mao.
Mao put it in her mouth and then, speaking around it, said, “What else do you have?”
"They took most of my things, but they missed this." She pulled out her flags with a flourish, grabbed the far end of the braided silk cord, and snapped it as if wrapping it around something. It was a remarkable feat done with only one hand.
“Miss Chue has been practicing.”
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 8 The Robe of Wonder
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 SpatMao scanned the small room, taking in the boarded window, the heavy door, and the image of the Crucifixion on the wall. Her gaze lingered on the latter for a moment, then she refocused on Chue.
“What do they want?” she asked.
“The Shaoh wish to make trouble, while The Mad Frank dreams he can use you to bring down fire and destruction upon Li.”
Mao lay back down, muttering. Chue couldn’t make out most of what she said, but picked out “wind in his head,” “apocalypse,” and “mushroom princess.” Then, with a sigh, Mao began breathing evenly, asleep.
When she awoke, she looked at Chue and said, “I’m glad you’re here. What are we going to do?” Her voice was uncharacteristically feeble, and Chue reproached herself once again for failing to protect the Prince’s favorite.
“First, eat and drink. You’ll need energy,” she said.
Mao looked at the cold, congealed millet and turned green. She pushed the bowl away but took a swig from the gourd, #spat, and then took another swallow. “Maybe I could eat something salty.” Nodding at the congee she said, “That would just make me sick.”
Reaching into her robes, Chue pulled out a golden crystal. "Honey candy. I was saving it for you." Her eyes fixed hungrily on it, but she handed it to Mao.
Mao put it in her mouth and then, speaking around it, said, “What else do you have?”
"They took most of my things, but they missed this." She pulled out her flags with a flourish, grabbed the far end of the braided silk cord, and snapped it as if wrapping it around something. It was a remarkable feat done with only one hand.
“Miss Chue has been practicing.”
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 8 The Robe of Wonder
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 SpatMao scanned the small room, taking in the boarded window, the heavy door, and the image of the Crucifixion on the wall. Her gaze lingered on the latter for a moment, then she refocused on Chue.
“What do they want?” she asked.
“The Shaoh wish to make trouble, while The Mad Frank dreams he can use you to bring down fire and destruction upon Li.”
Mao lay back down, muttering. Chue couldn’t make out most of what she said, but picked out “wind in his head,” “apocalypse,” and “mushroom princess.” Then, with a sigh, Mao began breathing evenly, asleep.
When she awoke, she looked at Chue and said, “I’m glad you’re here. What are we going to do?” Her voice was uncharacteristically feeble, and Chue reproached herself once again for failing to protect the Prince’s favorite.
“First, eat and drink. You’ll need energy,” she said.
Mao looked at the cold, congealed millet and turned green. She pushed the bowl away but took a swig from the gourd, #spat, and then took another swallow. “Maybe I could eat something salty.” Nodding at the congee she said, “That would just make me sick.”
Reaching into her robes, Chue pulled out a golden crystal. "Honey candy. I was saving it for you." Her eyes fixed hungrily on it, but she handed it to Mao.
Mao put it in her mouth and then, speaking around it, said, “What else do you have?”
"They took most of my things, but they missed this." She pulled out her flags with a flourish, grabbed the far end of the braided silk cord, and snapped it as if wrapping it around something. It was a remarkable feat done with only one hand.
“Miss Chue has been practicing.”
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 8 The Robe of Wonder
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 SpatMao scanned the small room, taking in the boarded window, the heavy door, and the image of the Crucifixion on the wall. Her gaze lingered on the latter for a moment, then she refocused on Chue.
“What do they want?” she asked.
“The Shaoh wish to make trouble, while The Mad Frank dreams he can use you to bring down fire and destruction upon Li.”
Mao lay back down, muttering. Chue couldn’t make out most of what she said, but picked out “wind in his head,” “apocalypse,” and “mushroom princess.” Then, with a sigh, Mao began breathing evenly, asleep.
When she awoke, she looked at Chue and said, “I’m glad you’re here. What are we going to do?” Her voice was uncharacteristically feeble, and Chue reproached herself once again for failing to protect the Prince’s favorite.
“First, eat and drink. You’ll need energy,” she said.
Mao looked at the cold, congealed millet and turned green. She pushed the bowl away but took a swig from the gourd, #spat, and then took another swallow. “Maybe I could eat something salty.” Nodding at the congee she said, “That would just make me sick.”
Reaching into her robes, Chue pulled out a golden crystal. "Honey candy. I was saving it for you." Her eyes fixed hungrily on it, but she handed it to Mao.
Mao put it in her mouth and then, speaking around it, said, “What else do you have?”
"They took most of my things, but they missed this." She pulled out her flags with a flourish, grabbed the far end of the braided silk cord, and snapped it as if wrapping it around something. It was a remarkable feat done with only one hand.
“Miss Chue has been practicing.”
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 9 Of Garrotes and Battle Plans
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 Hinge #MastoPrompt MendMao eyed the garrote in Chue’s hand, then the cell, and finally Chue herself. Mao waited for her companion to explain.
“I’ll strangle the one with a cudgel while you throw the blanket over the other. Hold on to him and don’t let go. Everything #hinges on whether you can keep him busy until I've dealt with the first one. Can you do it?”
Instead of answering, Mao nodded and asked, “How long until they come back, and what if there are more than two?”
“Who knows how the bones will fall, but the moon hasn't turned its face from us yet.”
Mao clicked her tongue at the courtly language but said no more.
With the plan settled, the two waited. Mao held the blanket in her lap while Chue pretended to entertain her with the flags or to #mend the pennants. Each of them listened and watched the door, waiting.
The hours crawled by, and the light that crept through the boarded window dimmed. Mao had slumped, and her face had turned a sick green. Another one of Chue’s candies helped, but Mao’s hands still shook, and her eyes were dull. When Chue felt her forehead, it was hot, and her hair was damp with sweat.
“You should sleep,” Chue said.
Mao shook her head. “If they come, I need to be ready.”
“As you will, but only until there is no light. Then, go to sleep. I'll wake you if I hear anything.”
Mao nodded again. As much as she hated to admit it, sleep was the only reliable remedy for a head injury like hers. She would just have to hope there was no internal bleeding.
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Well, after a quick check, it seems I have finished writing my fic, just need to edit the epilogue
#fanfic #fanfiction #WoF #WingsofFire #amWriting -
I did it!
100,000 words!
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One like = one reply.
An old question meme for fic writers, which I've been hanging on to for the last six years. I rediscovered it the other day and found that it's by @iodhadh.bsky.social, whom I didn't know at all back then. :)
I am currently working on a fic (... a couple of them) and will answer questions in a bit—but what I would love most of all is for all of you to do this too, so I can hear about *your* WIPs!
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Its always so sad when you are following a great fanfic and it gets an update and the author has just given up and done AI slop.