Or Thursday. It's fine. We're pretending yesterday wasn't real right now.
These last two weeks have been brutal to my writing schedule. Being an adult is too much. Being responsible for other humans is overwhelming.
On the positive side, I have a million ideas and plenty of WIP's!! Just need to find the time to get to them. There's FOUR snippets under the cut that I need to stop staring at and just finish.
My current baby is still Infinity In Your Chest Pocket. Chapter 3 is coming along smoothly. It should be up SOON (I'm sorry it took so long @ionlydrinkhotwater )
Snow looks like a lost puppy as he follows our group through the shopping center. Or really, follows my cousin.
It reminds me of fifth year, when we couldn't do anything without Snow sniffing around us like a blood hound. Baz was going out of his mind by Spring.
He'd come out to his family the prior summer, and while it hadn't gone terrible it also wasn't great. Uncle Malcolm tried to act like Baz had never opened his mouth. So, Baz kept his mouth shut at school. Niall and I knew, but that was it.
There were a few opportunities when Baz could have made a derisive comment to Snow about his stalking habits that year, but he never did. I've always suspected his attitude towards Snow. I know how Baz treats someone he detests, and his treatment of Snow is not that. Not that Iâm dumb enough to point that out to him.Â
Right now he's leading Snow around from shop to shop, acting like this is something we've always done together. As though Niall and I are just supposed to follow his lead.
Well, Niall does. They are best friends, and love shopping together. I'm more so here to carry their haul like some pack mull.
Snow has muscle, though, so when my arms start to get tired, I toss some bags his way. "Here, consider this your initiation to our group."
I swear I haven't abandoned Let's Avoid Spoilers, Darling either. The plot for this keeps shifting in my head. Originally, it was supposed to be very serious. But more and more ideas keep popping up in my head that border on crack. So I have to squash them routinely.
Itâs locked. I growl, frustrated and try to turn the handle again.Â
âStop.â Baz whisper-hisses at me, getting in my personal space.Â
âWhat are they hiding from us?â I demand.Â
âI donât know, but my future-self is going to hear us if you keep trying to force that door open.âÂ
Resigned, I let the door knob go. âSo what do we do now?âÂ
Without answering, Baz grabs me by the elbow and pulls me back into the room weâre sharing. âRight now? Nothing. We canât go sneaking around this house so openly.âÂ
âYou think any of our future selves are going to leave us unsupervised long enough to sneak around except at night?â I ask.Â
This forces Baz to pause, crossing his arms and bringing one hand up to his mouth. He does this sometimes, itâs one of his plotting faces, chews on the pad of his thumb while he thinks.Â
My submission for EGF is also taking shape. Realistically, I wanted this to be a multi-chapter endeavor. But I think it's going to be a one-shot. We'll see.
I never thought that the hands that so deftly wield a sword, could be this delicate. The way Simon plucks my shirt buttons open with a smooth finesse is borderline hypnotic. He's gotten so good at it. If he really wants to, he can get a couple buttons undone without my noticing.
Normally, Simon is brute force and strength in everything that he does. But with me, it's the opposite. He treats me gently, reverently, just like I asked for when he decided to genuinely try.
When I finally feel the tips of his fingers on my newly exposed skin, it makes me shiver. The temperature contrast between us has my nerves feeling extra sensitive.
Finally, I had a random thought (and was then bribed by @ic3-que3n with their stunning artwork that I am willing to sell my soul for) to create a Witcher!SnowBaz AU. This is still in the planning process. I probably won't post anything for it until after EGF to balance my plate. So, it's just an outline for now.
Open the scene in a small desolate village at night with the streets emptyÂ
Simon is in the middle of battling [insert dark creature]Â
He defeats it easily with just a couple of scratches, nothing to be concerned about for himÂ
Payment is left outside the village leaders home - no words are exchangedÂ
Flashback SceneÂ
Simon on his first hunt with [insert Witcher Mentor]Â
Theyâre explaining to Simon the real world practices of the Witcher tradeÂ
Hunting monsters at nightÂ
How villagers will likely not want to talk to himÂ
How the world relies on them to keep the monsters in the dark at bayÂ
Jump to next scene of Simon in a different town, talking to an innkeeper about a monster problemÂ
Someone tries to hire Simon as a mercenaryÂ
Comments about Witcherâs not having emotions/feelings & only looking for coin are madeÂ
Simon ignores them and the men Â
Flashback SceneÂ
Simon is in the market with other young boys from Kaer MorhenÂ
The boys are offered coin for a small jobÂ
End up robbing an innocent shop-keepÂ
Simon feels extreme guilt for his actions
While I have been spending too much time just staring at blank documents lately, I have still been writing a lot. But not alone. So I won't share pieces from them. BUT I have been role-playing with two amazingly talented individuals.
@buffy has me going feral over our snowbaz mpreg plot. It's so emotional. Has literally made me cry. I love it. We need to check our word count cause I think weâre over 40k now.
And @upuntil6am has me head over heels for our tender snowbaz a/b/o dynamic plot. It's tooth rotting sweet (for now, I swear you can trust me though) and I need more of it at all times.
We're not going to talk about the fact I need an idea for COBB still.
Thank you to @confused-bi-queer @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @johnwgrey and on Sunday @palimpsessed for all the tags these last few days âĽď¸ I do see them and they make me so happy to be included in the community of this lovely Fandom.
I'll forgo tagging back since it's. You know. Thursday.






