#sort later

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎

And, with that, everything is reblogged! Phew! 

The tags should be pretty organised at this stage too (though ‘other characters’ could probably stand to be expanded into individual tags, and ‘gameplay’ should include some of the ORAS stuff).

Next point of order: a new banner and a new ‘ask Team Overgrow’ image. An ‘About’ and ‘Tags’ page might be a good idea too.

Story: Currently Unnamed (Holby City fanfiction)

Today’s word count: 557

Notes: I really can’t focus on one thing at the moment! This is something else that I have just started writing. Hopefully it is just one scene so I won’t be working on it long and I can get back to my other WIPs. I haven’t seen much of Holby City so I will be looking for a beta reader (or two) who has, once I’ve finished it, to make sure I haven’t mucked characters up and stuff.

Excerpt: I haven’t really gone over this so the tense might be mixed up.

Bernice Wolfe sees the gun and in an instant all the training drilled into her brain by the army springs to mind.

Threat: the man with gun. He is waving it around, focusing on one person for a second before moving onto the next. His hand is shaking and his finger is resting on the trigger. He is obviously not military trained, so where had he acquired that gun?

Story: Untitled WIP (original fiction)

Today’s word count: 884

Notes: I think I’ve actually written about 1600 words in two days as I first wrote this story in my notebook and then typed it up! And I just can’t finish one WIP before starting another, but at least this was just one stand alone and complete scene. I’ll be editing it tomorrow, if I haven’t been distracted reading fanfic for a new fandom (Holby City) that I can’t watch because it has a lot of (fictional) graphic surgery (hello, anxiety triggers!) but I have fallen in so love with a pair love lovely ladies (Bernie and Serena) that I can’t stop reading fanfic and looking at GIFs of them. It’s 5am and I really should be going to bed - I’m not sure this makes sense.

Excerpt:

The footage was fast forwarded with a flick of the Technician’s finger until I heard myself give the order for the procedure to start.

I had never seen myself undergo the neurotransmission before, though I had seen it happen to others, so it was very strange to see my eyes close, limbs relax and know at that moment my consciousnesses was entering the artificial world of the computer. Everything is peaceful for a few moments, the Scientist and Technician calmly monitoring the equipment.

Story: Unnamed Mage!verse WIP  (original fiction)

Today’s word count: 187

Notes: Tiring day so not many words - the morning was spent at an orienteering event so I ran 5km then the afternoon was spent at a local agricultural fair, where I got roped into morris dancing! Sleepy now. Anyone hate what they are writing as they are writing? That’s how I feel about this story at the moment. I shall have to see what I think of it in the morning - bed time!

Excerpt:

By the time Grace places the now hot plate back onto the table - only a matter of seconds - Alison is blinking slowly, on the verge of falling asleep again. She doesn't notice the plate and continues dopely smiling at her wife.

“I don’t suppose you could eat your dinner before you fall asleep again?”

She looks down, surprised at the suddenly appearing plate but makes no other move. Grace sighs and plucks the fork out of Alison’s lax fingers. She scoops some of the spaghetti onto the fork and twiddles it to take up the loose strands. She holds it in front of her wife’s face.

“Get that down your throat.”