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writing accountability, day 26

sprints are fr my life-savers lmao. it's not guaranteed, but whenever I sprint with other people, I consistently get sooo much more done than I would otherwise. I really should employ them more often aaa. I'm writing quite well these days, but I don't expect to keep this pace up forever, so I'm just buffing up my word count for the inevitable drought lol

today's word count: 1273/800

so, I think I started act 2 today? the previous chapter does very much feel like the end to act 1 lol. which is good! I'm getting somewhere! WE'RE GOING PLACES AHHH. still, the fact that I'm almost 30k in and I'm just now ending year 1 is... um... 💀💀💀 well, okay, it makes sense, BUT STILL... oh boy

snippet (for context, Quilin has a condition which makes any plant matter he eats multiply extremely rapidly in his stomach, so he's essentially deathly allergic to it):

“Yes, there are many types of mutations we have yet to encounter,” the man sighed, adjusting his thin glasses. “Say, at what rate approximately do plant cells multiply when exposed to the affected tissue?” “Quickly,” Quilin said, very clipped. “Never thought to time it, however.” On the account of being in the process of dying was left unsaid. Which, should be noted, took no small amount of self-control. The man nodded, entirely unfazed. Either he was ignorant to Quilin’s annoyance, or he simply did not care.

wdym u never thought to time the speed at which death approaches . lame

see ya tmr

How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves~

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bokuto icon commission for @/simpleparoxysm on twitter

bus ride

bakusquad all dressing up as gemg dynamight for halloween but it's split into deku, todoroki, and kirishima, who did it because they love bakugou, and kaminari, sero, mina, and jirou who did it to make fun of him

24hr Novel Challenge: Day 1 results

Goal was 8hrs, I managed 4 (note to self: start earlier in the day and do longer bursts, lol)

Also, writing for that long is hella hard and with all the little breaks for stretching/eating/water it's also pretty long but I managed to keep a pretty even pace of 1-2k words per hour which is fairly solid for me

Total WC for the day: 5,029

2,948 words towards my original WIP called Sealed (info below) and 2,081 for a bkdk post-war fanfic WIP

Sealed WIP info:

Title: Sealed Genre: thriller/mystery, queer romance, coming-of-age

One line summary: In a town where ghosts abound and mediums are detested, four teenagers are thrust into the heart of a deadly mystery that forces them to decide who they are, who they want to be, and how much they’re willing to risk for it.

Slightly sillier one-line summary: Toss together a shunned medium, a secret-keeping prodigy, a spitfire Catcher-in-training, and her boyfriend who really doesn’t wanna be involved, then sprinkle in a string of mysterious attacks and watch as shit hits the fan. *in this WIP “Catcher” is the term for ghost hunter

Characters: Nishtha- a young medium living by herself who is only ever acknowledged by her neighbor

Veronica: a new transfer student from a very long and very talented line of Catchers who keeps her cards close to her chest

Cherry: A Catcher-in-training who’s struggling to become stronger even while her boyfriend pulls away and her leader keeps ditching her to Catch solo

Carter: A conformist that’s afraid of change and whose family is forced to take in the medium cousin who almost killed him as a child

sometimes I look back on my past writing and think it’s the worst thing ever written but occasionally there will be a killer line hidden in there that saves me from the depths of despair

like, yeah I wouldn’t write it that away again if given the chance but that one line?? etch it in stone, my guy

sponsored by this line from a merthur s1 ep03 re-write I wrote ages ago (you can find it here if you’d like)

“All he could see was Merlin walking peacefully from the room, his stupid neckerchief flowerless and hanging from his throat like a poor man’s noose.

When his father adjourned the council, Arthur was still trying to figure out where in the folds of that tattered fabric a part of himself was hidden because he had ceased to be whole the second his manservant disappeared around the corner.”

hi!

i figured it was about time I do a blog intro, so hello! its so lovely to have you here! I'm bi_focal on ao3 and this blog is a mix of writing content, fandom, and fake tweets :)

Writing content can be found under the #writeblr tag (which includes fanfic updates) and my most recent fics are:

-Little Troubles (Itadori & Sukuna, WIP)

-summer daze (katsuki-centric Coraline AU, WIP)

-this rabbit has fainted (bkdk, complete)

The fandoms I'm mostly active in rn are MHA, idolish7, & JJK but there are plenty more that will probably make appearances as well

The fake tweets I make are for MHA and i7 (mostly MHA) and they’re under both #fake tweets and #incorrect quotes (*and these are rated teen for language and occasional innuendos!)

I'd love to interact with you, especially about writing things, so feel free to send me an ask!!

since im already trying to write every day in December, ive decided to try finishing (or at least making significant progress) in a medium length fic of mine that i honestly forgot existed until today

basically, the concept is that middle school bakugou gets a dog to help with his anger issues and then becomes super nosy when he finds out izuku had a bad experience with a dog when they were kids and tries to mastermind izuku into liking his dog (which ends up backfiring in the sense that bkg masterminds himself into liking izuku). here are some snippets! (the dogs name is Grenade btw)

*****

“Why the fuck didn’t I know Deku was allergic to dogs?” Katsuki asked over dinner, surreptitiously sneaking a helping of pork to the dog snugly resting at his feet. 

“Because he’s not?” his mother responded, pausing mid-bite to level Katsuki with an annoyed frown. “And I see you feeding that dog, brat. Stop it.”

“You can’t prove anything,” Katsuki shot back, only for Nade’s head to pop up from beneath the table cloth a moment later, a paw placed pleadingly on Katsuki’s thigh. 

His mother raised an imperious eyebrow. 

“Whatever,” Katsuki muttered dejectedly. “And yes the fuck he is. Him and Auntie totally freaked at the park today.”

His father’s utensils clattered to his plate in an uncharacteristic show of clumsiness. “You had Nade around Izuku?” he asked, concerned. 

Katsuki frowned at him. “Not on purpose,” he hedged. “He didn’t even get close.” Then he turned to face his mother again. “Because he’s allergic.”

*****

“Oi, Deku,” Katsuki said. 

Deku jolted out of his trance and blinked up at Katsuki. “I’m not a stalker!” he announced without prompting. “Your desk isn’t really that far away from mine and your handwriting is clear enough to be seen from several seats away and it's only natural that I would be curious ab- I mean, that my eyes would wander and just happen to glance over your notebook, it’s not like it was intentional or anything, and-”

“That’s not what this is about, nerd,” Katsuki interrupted, swatting Izuku’s concern away like an annoying fly. “You know dogs are walked on sidewalks, right?”

Deku’s stance grew more rigid and his eyes rapidly scanned the area for signs of Grenade, one hand instinctively grasping at his side and Katsuki batted away the wayward desire to lift Deku’s shirt to see if that’s where the scar was because that would be weird.

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