I always find it so funny when fic writers start a chapter like "this was meant to be a small 2k, maybe 3k, words and haha whoops it's now three times that length" and I thought amazing, can't imagine.
Y'know, cause session prepping for TTRPGs you can't really get caught like that, you're just outlining the improv
I'm writing my first fic.
The first chapter is almost 5k already.
I'm not even halfway with this current scene. Haha-- what?
Jason, Reyna, and Nico have one billion in-jokes about Mediterranean history between the bronze age to the renaissance that they find absolutely hilarious and no one else understands in the slightest. i know this in my heart to be true.
God why am I hyperfixating so bad for this man. Just look at him. The strong jaw but pouty lips. His thick hair. The broad shoulders. His cheekbones. He's fucking 6'9". He's got a waist smaller than mine. He can be compassionate and caring. He can be a little dorky and call a high-tech piece of equipment a goober. He's fucking terrifying and can chase you on all fours. He has claws and paralytic fangs and red eyes that see perfectly in the dark. He loves his family. He's an insanely intelligent geneticist and inventor. He has super strength and can lift several tons. He's completely naked under his nanotech spider suit which presumably just turns on and off. He is absolutely caked up. He has organic webs. He's a dad and protective guardian figure. He just wants to save as many lives as possible. He is barely holding himself together. This man has taken ahold of me and possessed me like some kind of ghost