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Still writing

Tuesday, February 27th, 2018

I have been able to squeeze in some fic writing, amongst everything else going on. This one sort of started out a long time ago, but I’ve been pushing it aside for more relevant texts for this long. It still lives in my Lost Ideas folder, but time will tell if it moves to root. It promises to be something darker than my usual cups of tea (really? idk) because it deals with properly damaged people and I’m not getting into any of that here, it’s still only in a state of concept, but there’s something on the proverbial paper.

He opened the cupboard over the sink and grabbed a black mug that had a bit missing on the rim, setting it on the table and tossing in a bag of Tetley’s he took out of a tin that had a double decker bus on the lid. Whatever had possessed Michelle to buy one of those touristy boxes with shitty tea in it, was beyond him and when he’d asked her, she’d just laughed so hard he thought she’d burst and told him to suck it up. He sighed, stroking the lid on the box for a while and then pushed it back to its place. He still missed her something terrible, especially in the mornings. It all seemed so quiet without her banging her pots and pans just to piss him off and sometimes managing to put a decent breakfast on the table in the process. –Stop being a sentimental old biddy, he snorted to himself and opened the fridge door only to find that there was no milk. –Fucking fuck.

Fic update

Monday, March 27th, 2017

I know you’ve been desperately waiting on my updates on how my story is going (have we? -you, yes you have -me). I can tell you I’m doing some editing at the moment, since the plot took an unexpected turn and I’ve yet to calculate a new route. It’s honestly a minor setback, but I’ve been somewhat preoccupied with a lot of shit lately, mainly this thing I hate called ‘actual life’. I know, I seem to have one. Strange times.

But yea, I’m safely sitting at 60 000+ words (and 100+ pages but that really isn’t a suitable measure of anything) and there is probably about 20 000 to come. Could be less, could be more, but that’s where I’d throw the estimate.

I’m also plotting an AU for this fic. For pwp purposes. (watch me crash and burn) Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

-Wait wait wait. How the hell has he managed to get up and cook? We’ve barely managed to ooze out of bed and order in.
-Some of us didn’t drink like they had cotton for mouth, you derelict drunks. But that’s not relevant.


-Don’t even start, she closed her eyes in order not to see his stupidly sexy smirk and his eyefuck levels turning into seven million. –I’m not even remotely in the condition to have you ravage me.
spoiler: she will be


And because everything needs to hurt:

And he was out the door, shouting something at Gary and she was slowly falling down to the floor, because her knees gave way and she was crying, trying to gasp in air between sobs and it felt like someone was ripping her heart out from her chest.

Now, back to editing and recalculating route.

(eggplant emoji)

Thursday, January 19th, 2017

Look, I’ve been meaning to make a post about Assassin’s Creed, because it damn well deserves one (go see it if you can!), but I’ve been switched to sort of automatic writing mode. I don’t know where all this is coming from, but I’ve written over 15 000 words in a week and there’s still more story to come. I’m not gonna fight it, no, this is one where words word very very effortlessly and that’s rare, so watch me ditch all my other duties and embrace the maladaptive daydreaming part of me.

-I thought we had something going on here. Something more than just… sex. But it’s all about the dick, isn’t it?

-Excuse me? Fuck you much? she jumped up and stormed out of the bedroom looking for her clothes. Damnit, she remembered the second she got to the hallway that she’d left everything in the bedroom. So she turned around and walked back, almost running into him.

-Yea, go on, get dressed and leave, you got what you wanted, he spat out in a bitter tone.

She was absolutely furious now. –I got…? No. You know what, fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking… everything. Fuck. YOU. I’ve been in love with you for good part of four fucking years and I’m trying here to not feel like a five quid whore you just used as a rebound from your ex and you have the fucking nerve to accuse me of just being after your fucking dick? That’s rich. I hope you step on legos you fucking leaky bagpipe.

So this happened

Saturday, October 22nd, 2016

“I think you look absolutely fantastic with your clothes hanging open like that”, she said and interrupted his digging for keys by licking his chest. “I can’t believe my luck. I get to bonk this whenever I want to.”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chasing Cars

Saturday, October 15th, 2016

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never
Change for us at all

So many feels about my Aotearoa sequel. And the best bit? It’s really not what you’d expect.