did some outlining today.
by which I mean: 59 total chapters that I have left to write. possibly more, possibly less, but this will probably reach 90k when it’s done.
when I said Climbing to the Light was gonna be a slow-burn monster of a fic, I meant it.
help me
Once again, noot noot~
pop into my askbox with ‘noot noot’ and I will put my iPod on shuffle and the fourth song that comes up I will write a drabble with our characters based on the lyrics
"Pray (Reprise)" - Ensemble, Once On This Island (Original London Cast)
-Soon I’ll be dancing!-But for now, walk slowly, Daniel.-Then you must walk even more slowly, Ti Moune.-Why?-So I can catch you!
|| For that one AU we have where Langon and Sauron form an alliance and rule Mordor together \o/
Rilwen Shadowflame: Sauron coming creeping back to Mordor, battered and damaged, no longer able to take fair forms, and how it feels to be confronted with Langon who can still be ‘pretty’ … just imagined though, a ‘mask’ of black stone carved by Langon into a forbidding but handsome face, imbued with some of his strength so Sauron could take it into his fana, make it part of him and make it move and ‘live’ as his own face
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He had watched Langon fashion the mask, occasionally voicing quiet suggestions to the stonecraft, wrapped in a dark cloak in the corner. His shoulders, once straight, were curved in; brows that once arched smooth across the face now furrowed close over the nose; and limbs, once lithe and graceful, were gnarled and stiff.
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Joly and Grantaire
It was a simple drive to out to town to get some food for dinner. Joly was working so Grantaire took Angelina with him. Everything happened to so fast after that.
Joly heard about a little girl with a broken from a car accident whose Father had thrown himself over the little girl. The young Doctor’s phone rang as a nurse made the call for to the dead man’s husbands. At this realization Joly ran to Angelina’s room, she was sleeping. As he moved closer Joly could see tear stains on her cheeks.
Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.
[Em will write something.]
send a number and a prompt you know the drill
|| for talagaindescendants, Edain palette #4.
Say what you like. Plutonium may give you grief for thousands of years, but arsenic is forever.
Pollution, the 4th horseman of the apocalypse from Pterry & Gneil’s Good Omens.
there might not be lasers shooting out of their eyes but there is some definite mutual hatred going on there. click to biggerize.
reference: (x).
remind me again why i decided to get invested in game of thrones when there are fcking ice zombies and zombies are one of my least favorite horror tropes
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