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sourrcandy · 6 months

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KNIGHTS ; a wip re-introduction

genre. neo-noir mystery thriller

themes&tropes. broken crime family, red herrings and martyrs, beware the quiet ones, batman gambit, ambiguously evil protagonists, everyone is a suspect, sibling drama

status. draft 1 version 3

citizens of arkridge city call them puppeteers, rulers, monsters. fear is a weapon the round table wields with ease, but when the godfather of arkridge is murdered, the city is reminded that they, too, are only human.

with a multi-billion dollar inheritance and the fate of their father's kingdom on the line, the nine clemonte children must navigate this elaborate arkridge game before the killer brings the city to its knees.

taglist. @helioselene @seasteading @serpentarii @scaevolawrites @socialmediasocrates

#writeblr #wtwcommunity #writing community #wip: knights #my writing #kedit #harls.jpg #nanowrimo take 3 #anyway this was introed first in 2021 and now im doing it again in 2023 #taglist is once off

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belethlegwen · 7 months

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Update

I can make no promises of when I'll start posting again, the dream is before Christmas but November is packed and December is a fun little jaunt through every layer of customer-service hell in my industry (with bonus chance of getting bitten repeatedly), but:

There are words. They are coming. <3

Much love to y'all, be kind to yourselves and as kind as you can be to others. Fun real-life news coming up soon as well <3 The last 6 weeks have been amazing and I can't wait to tell you guys about it.

~ Belle

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t author #g/t writing #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #gentle giantess #The Rescue #Henry/Melanie #50 pages ain't nothin'#especially considering how busy I've been #NaNoWriMo takes precedent next month BUT #Just wanted to let y'all know things are still moving <3 #At my typical glacial pace plotting wise #but it be what it be

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red-eft · 7 months

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hbhgh i can't decide what story i want to work on for national novel writing month this year.. letting u guys choose bc idk what to do..

first choice is "a heart undone." a nobleman gets into trouble when he's forced to flee from his father's murder and a necromancer that literally wants his heart. there are bug dragons & a bunch of my established ocs (adonis/ivy/lorne/etc).

then there's red-handed" (working title) which so far is basically just an excuse for me to throw a ranger and a werewolf at each other and have them kiss. the werewolf is on the run, wanted for crimes she can't remember committing. the ranger is pretending to hunt her down (with the intent to reunite and run off into the sunset with the werewolf)

thank u for ur time. here's a pic from this morning of my bbygirl quemada as a reward

#txt #nanowrimo #i don't know if i'll be able to finish it this year but i want to try :]#btw i've written a heart undone 3 times already so this would be the 4th version #(<- in incredible agony wondering how many rewrites it'll take to be content with the story i'm trying to tell)

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shamera · 5 months

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NaNo day 30

...I missed a day yesterday because I spent the whole time reading The Lone Necromancer. Whoops?

Today's is kinda a mess, but this is basically how far I got for NaNo and I figured I should put that last bit out even if it ends nearly in the middle of a sentence, lol. But that gives me a place to go back to when I get back to this story, because sometimes all you need is to be able to continue and finish off a sentence before you're back in the story mindset again!

Goodbye for now, hunter au! The more I think about it, the bigger this story gets, so I'm sorry we didn't manage to get to DFS yet because that part was meant to be pretty funny, lol.

(THIS PART TO BE DELETED BC SINCE WHEN DID LLH EVER OFFER INFORMATION TO FDB?? NEVER, THAT'S WHEN.)

“If Baichuan Court hasn’t accepted you yet, they’re not going to accept you now.” The man said, breaking all of Fang Duobing’s dreams. “It’s never been about whether you had the qualifications or not, it’s about the fact that your mother holds the building deed.”

“What?” Fang Duobing said blankly.

“You didn’t know?”

He was lucky they didn’t crash into another car before Fang Duobing managed to pull to the side, hastily parking on the side of the street before he turned to give the ghostly figure of Li Lianhua his full attention.

“You didn’t know.” Li Lianhua concluded, and shrugged, not offering more information.

“No!” Fang Duobing exclaimed, because he hadn’t known. With the way his family tended to avoid Hunter affairs despite being right in the middle of them, it didn’t make sense. His mother looked down on the Sects and the corner they carved into the market, citing that there was no point to enter dungeons if rescue missions weren’t a priority after defeating dungeons became illegal.

Hunters, she used to say, could do so much good in the world rather than throwing their attention into the wealth and commercial gain that was raiding dungeons. Fang Duobing always figured that Tianji Hall’s current business existed because she aimed to regulate and authenticate items so that Hunters could not scam the common populace. He certainly heard enough stories from her ranting while growing up, all about con men and arrogant ne'er-do-wells who deserved to be behind bars rather than seen by the public as ‘heroes’.

“Now you know,” Li Lianhua said generously.

“That’s a conflict of interest!” Fang Duobing exclaimed, fuming. No wonder his parents never seemed too concerned by his attempts to continually throw himself against the wall that was Baichuan Court. He thought they would at least approve he was aiming there rather than a lower Sect, since Baichuan Court was known to regulate Hunters rather than dungeon dive.

“Not really. Both Tianji Hall and Baichuan Court keep track of Hunters and Sects, and deal with the flow of information. I kept telling you to go back home and join your family’s company if you wanted to be in Baichuan Court so badly—”

He had said that numerous times, but Fang Duobing always assumed Li Lianhua was urging him to give up on an useless endeavour.

…Did it really matter now, knowing who Li Lianhua was? All Fang Duobing wanted as a child was to hold tight to the connections left in the world by Li Xiangyi.

(END OF PART TO THE DELETED)

“Just,” Li Lianhua finally sounded like he had given up trying to argue. “...Fine. But after this, can you please just— pick up Hulijing?”

Fang Duobing nearly hit the horn as he startled, realising that was what he had forgotten about.

“Hulijing,” he gasped out, because they all disappeared into the dungeon and then he was at the hospital for two days and then another day at his childhood home, and—

“She’s fine,” Li Lianhua said, staving off the panic. “Your mother picked up Lotus Tower, remember? I’m sure she’s taking care of Hulijing as well, but I’d rather see how she’s doing myself.”

That was fair. That was entirely fair, because now that he thought about it, Fang Duobing wanted to make sure the sweet dog was alright. He wouldn’t even question why his mother might know where the spare keys to Lotus Tower were. He shouldn’t.

“You’re thinking something strange again and you need to stop.” Li Lianhua told him.

“I’m not,” Fang Duobing denied, but then started driving again as the light changed. “I’ll go pick her up afterward." (CONTINUE SCENE, BRAIN EMPTY)

It was Shi Shui who greeted him after the secretary called her down.

“Fang Duobing,” she said in exasperation, barely making a noise as she stepped over the floor with her sensible flats. Rather than a business suit, she was wearing gear for Hunters, a black bodysuit underneath lavender silks and various light armour, with her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Had it not been for her severe expression and the grander than life presence she constantly put off, someone might have called her petite and delicately-boned.

Yet as one of the four leaders of Baichuan Court (and the only woman after Qiao Wanmian refused the position, citing that she would visit but wanted to retire from the Hunter life), there were very few in the world who could fight on par with her, and no one who dared call her delicate to her face.

In fact, there were very few who could arouse such irritation on her features and not run away.

“Jiejie,” Fang Duobing greeted brightly, the same way he had for the past three years of him visiting Baichuan Court again and again, hoping in vain to win her over so that she might put in a good word for him.

“Are you here to try again?” She asked, although he could detect a note of fondness (Fang Duobing absolutely knew she appreciated his tenacity, he just knew it even if she would never show it). “My condolences for what happened at Tianji Hall, but the answer is—”

“Actually,” Fang Duobing interrupted her, holding up his hands in askance. “There’s something I’d rather like to talk to the leaders about. In private, if that’s alright.”

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Unlike the modern highrise that was Tianji Hall tower in the middle of the city, Baichuan Court was several kilometres away from the major metropolitan areas, set in a sprawling property nestled into a mountain with classical architecture and wide courtyards. Stepping inside felt like he was stepping back several centuries with intricacies in the detail of the structures. Fang Duobing almost felt like they should be wearing hanfus rather than modern clothing when walking through the area.

All four leaders of Baichuan Court had once been Li Xiangyi’s subordinates in Sigu Sect, and part of his personal raid party. They were famous for having a raid party consisting entirely of offensive fighters rather than designating defence. No one stayed back, no one was even a long-ranged fighter.

Every single one of them had chosen to wield a sword, and every single one of them fought on the front lines with a synergy that ensured there was no friendly fire.

Fang Duobing had met all of them at various points the last few years to argue his case, but he had never managed to grab all four of them at once (nor did he want to— his plan had be to get one of them to allow him in, and then that person could vouch for him against the others).

“Young master Fang,” Ji Hanfo acknowledged politely, often the first to start a conversation. “I’m glad to see you well from what happened at Tianji Hall, but…”

Fang Duobing stepped forward, knowing he couldn’t allow them to reject him once more.

“Actually, I’m here on behalf of that.” Fang Duobing said quickly. “I know you have questions on what happened to that dungeon, but I have a few questions as well. My aunt found CCTV footage of several former Jinyuan Alliance members hanging around afterward, and there’s suspicion of their involvement—”

“That can’t be,” Yun Biqiu spoke up from where he was sitting, frowning. “Jinyuan Alliance has been disbanded for a decade now. The majority of its members were arrested for various crimes, and the rest are dead.”

“Presumed dead,” Fang Duobing stated. He glanced at each of them. “Their bodies were never found, right?”

Not Di Feisheng, and not dozens of members who originally participated in the last dungeon raid. They were all originally presumed dead, alongside Li Xiangyi and over fifty members of Sigu Sect as well in that last battle.

“Are you suggesting that Jinyuan Alliance could somehow have something to do with the reason why the previous dungeon disappeared?” Shi Shui asked him.

Fang Duobing leaned forward eagerly. “What if,” he started and hesitated for a dramatic pause. “They had something to do with the opening of the dungeon to begin with?”

“No one can cause a dungeon to form,” Bai Jiangchun shook his head. “And the idea of anyone— much less Jinyuan Alliance, being able to target— weaponise— them… that’s too outlandish! Fang Duobing, I understand that you may have concerns about what happened, but the formation of dungeons really is a random thing. If there really were former members of Jinyuan Sect looking around, it’s likely they were just trying to figure out what happened just like the rest of us.”

At least he wasn’t denying that there were Jinyuan Alliance members still around, and Fang Duobing rested behind his belt toward his inventory for his trump card, hand grasping onto the wooden sword as he said, “I have reason to believe—”

He was interrupted, not by any of the people in the room, but by a massive shaking of the ground underneath him, and the sound of stone groaning and grinding underneath them.

“What—?” Bai Jiangchun gasped, holding onto Yun Biqiu next to him. “This is—?”

The smell of ozone and dust, the sharp glare of purple, and Fang Duobing’s last thought before his vision went black was a mixture of shock and exasperation, because there was just no way this was happening to him again, in the same week!

—

It wasn’t dark this time, and he didn’t fall. The good thing was that Baichuan Court might exist atop a mountain, but it didn’t so much as have a second story to their buildings, so unlike Tianji Hall, there wasn’t anywhere to fall.

Instead he landed in dense, plush grass that emitted a warmth that clung uncomfortably to his skin.

It was sweltering in this dungeon, easily a ten degree difference at the very least. Rather than darkness and vast caverns like he experienced just previously, the dungeon this time was bright, lit from every side and angle while covered in colourful plants and flowers.

It even looked like the sky when he glanced up. Or an approximation of a sky, anyway, if the sky was of a strange magenta colour and made him dizzy staring at it because it somehow looked close but far away at the same time, like a movie effect of a tunnel drawing closer and expanding further, except for the vast sky.

Li Lianhua’s voice was in his ear as he said, “...You might actually be on to something this time.”

Next to him, Shi Shui was crouched gracefully, her entire posture instantly on alert, while the others stumbled a step in their shock at the sudden dungeon formation.

“No way.” Fang Duobing fumed, now mad at himself not merely for falling into a dungeon twice in a week, but also that he hadn’t thought to equip himself after falling into a dungeon once, which meant he fell into a dungeon a second time without any proper weapons on him. Tianji Hall specialised in Hunter weapons and gear, and his family wouldn’t blink twice if he wanted to gear himself up after what happened just days ago. Why hadn’t he?

A foolish, foolish mistake—

“Tianji Hall tower, and now Baichuan Court?” Li Lianhua was inspecting their surroundings, his form nearly fading into the colours around them. “Jiangchun is right— no one’s been able to open gates, much less direct them, but the two organisations that keep Hunters in line, both besieged by a dungeon formation in the same week? Either you’ve got a hit out for you, or there really is a political agenda to this.”

“I’m not the only one caught up by both dungeons,” Fang Duobing hissed quietly under his breath toward Li Lianhua, eying Shi Shui carefully to make sure she wasn’t paying attention to him. She was standing up warily, helping the others, and pulling out a long, gleaming sword from her inventory. Fang Duobing hurried to stand after her, although he only had his dinky wooden sword in hand.

Around them, the plants swayed in an invisible breeze, their colours bright and psychedelic, every leaf and stalk and stem oversized to the extreme. If the flowers could eat people, they could probably eat Fang Duobing whole in one bite. It was a dense garden if people were the size of mice and if plants were shoving each other for space in every step. Fang Duobing couldn’t even see the ground.

“A newly formed dungeon?” Ji Hanfo exclaimed in disbelief. “This can’t be. We’ve just had one. There shouldn't be a second one so soon, and the chances are it wouldn’t even be in China, much less than same city. This is…”

Then he looked at Fang Duobing, who shook himself out of his bewilderment in an attempt to look serious and purposeful, like he had a point to his words rather than it being another way to get Baichuan Court to accept him as a member.

“Tianji Hall, and now Baichuan Court,” he echoed Li Lianhua, who shot him a bemused look from where he wandered away. “Either someone is out to bring down Hunters, or… I’m just really unlucky.”

He thought he should be feeling scared right now. The last dungeon was… well, Fang Duobing still hadn’t worked out his mental state over that yet, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to yet. The last one had been harrowing, and it was brutal, and he was stressful in a way he never experienced before.

This time, he watched as Shi Shui adjusted a pack strapped to her thigh and materialised her sword, and as the others— who were less ready to be drawn into a dungeon, but were still wearing clothes that signified Hunters, also pulled out their swords— and he didn’t feel as stressed this time.

Maybe because last time he felt pressured to take responsibility, a little due to the fact that it was his employees in danger, and a lot because he and his aunt were the only Hunters of the group while the rest were civilians.

Baichuan Court employed only Hunters, even if they did have civilian correspondents. That meant those who got pulled into this dungeon would all be experienced and seasoned Hunters, who knew how to keep any unfortunate people who also fell in safe.

In this case, Fang Duobing was the amateur here, and he would get to follow along and observe how the professionals did it.

To be honest, he was a bit excited.

“Is that what you have?” Shi Shui asked him with her gaze on his wooden sword, partially covered by the tall grass. She shook her head, and then materialised another weapon to toss at him. “Here. Just this, and put that back in your inventory.”

It was a sword, although a very plain one. Fang Duobing caught it by the scabbard, and tested the solid heft and weight of it. A basic sword, it seemed, with no embellishments or specialisations. Likely a back-up weapon for her. Fang Duobing was used to wielding a better weapon during his training at home, but that had been a sword his mother prepared for him, and not one he carried around with him.

“Thanks,” he told her, and bounced the sword up to check the weight of it before tucking his wooden one back into his inventory. “...I wasn’t expecting to be back in a dungeon like this.”

“No one ever is.” She told him, and then eyed the disappearance of his wooden sword. “You should keep more weapons in your inventory, just in case. It’s a feature to benefit Hunters. You should use it.”

He grimaced. “...My inventory is a little small. I can’t exactly fit a sword inside.” Or a bow, or arrows, or much of any kind of weapon, really. Maybe a dagger, but that would mean taking things out first.

“That’s because you don’t have dungeon experience,” Yun Biqiu reassured him. The man was tying up his hair, and then reaching before himself into his inventory for a belt full of sharp implements and vials attached to it. “You just need a few kills in a dungeon. The items automatically end up in your inventory, and the more items you collect in one dungeon run, the bigger your inventory will stretch. Like a balloon, except the size doesn’t shrink again afterward. That’s why some Hunters used to—”

His words trailed off, and Fang Duobing wondered why for a moment until he saw Shi Shui glaring at Yun Biqiu.

“Ahh, that doesn’t matter,” Bai Jiangchun interjected nervously. “Let’s find everyone and make our way out first before we—”

“Incoming!” Li Lianhua called out, and Fang Duobing reacted just in time as a vine underneath his feet swung upward in a deadly arc, a disorienting lime green colour that was also beset with orange tinted blossoms, each wider than a handspan each crowded on the vine.

The others reacted even faster, Yun Biqiu ending up pulling Fang Duobing further away and Shi Shui charged in to jump and slashed off the vine before it could make its way back down. She landed back on the ground before the wiggling vine did.

Fang Duobing stared, gaping at her reaction speed, and then looked to the side to see Li Lianhua giving his old group a fond look. The man only looked away when he realised Fang Duobing was looking at him.

Well, Fang Duobing supposed. She wasn’t anywhere near as fast as Li Lianhua had been, but he was still allowed to admire her speed and efficiency! (Even if Li Xiangyi’s was better.)

“What are you looking at?” Li Lianhua murmured after Fang Duobing didn’t look away. “Look at your surroundings instead! You’re in a dangerous surrounding, Fang Xiaobao, you’ll need to pay attention to the things around you more.”

There were so many things Fang Duobing wanted to say to that, but if he did, those of Baichuan Court would either think he was crazy or he would have to explain that the spirit of Li Lianhua was here with them (and that would require way more explanation than he was willing to give at the moment).

“This way,” Ji Hanfo said with a frown, already heading away. “I heard sounds of fighting. Everyone be on your guard. We don’t yet know what’s actually alive and considered a monster in this dungeon yet, or if the dungeon itself is out to kill all intruders.”

“It can do that?” Fang Duobing asked Yun Biqiu, who was guiding him.

“Some dungeons don’t have many creatures within it.” The man informed him, tone even as they walked. “But the dungeon itself is alive and Hunters walk into its stomach. It’s not malicious, but it will try to digest us.”

The imagery of that wasn’t very flattering, combined with the strangely coloured garden they were in.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yun Biqiu told him. “There are still ways of leaving the dungeon if that’s the case.”

As they went, the other members moved to slice off random vibes and stalks as soon as they started to move, and stayed clear of the larger, more beautiful flowers. They moved with a synergy and experience that had Fang Duobing staring at the fact they stepped within each other’s footsteps when possible, like cat backtracking in the snow.

Li Lianhua disappeared from view more than once, and Fang Duobing would be more worried if he couldn’t still feel the weight of the orb in his inventory akin to a warm presence.

After several minutes, they found their way to a clearing where there were several other Hunters teamed together in a fight against a creature that looked like a cross between a mushroom and a tree if the both of them gave birth to an insect instead. The shape was vaguely that of a grasshopper, but brown like bark and mushroom caps, its carapace rough hewn and with wet brown moss growing atop it. The only recognizable feature was the overly large pincers, each the size of a person, which it snapped at the Hunters as they cornered the creature.

There were perhaps a team of six surrounding the creature, and one other who stayed behind, weapon drawn and sticking close to a person who looked like a civilian librarian who was clutching onto a stack of books.

Without a word, Shi Shui leaped into the frey, joining with the other Hunters to take down the creature, their movements synching without a word to each other, and the monster crashed onto the forested floor, dead before ten seconds was up.

“First one,” one of the team declared, and bowed toward Shi Shui for her help. The man reached up, and a shard of crystal materialised in his hand. He went over to the civilian and handed it to her with a reassuring smile. “Go back and tell anyone out there that everything’s fine. We’ll get everyone out.”

No one protested, and Fang Duobing was struck once more by just how different this felt from only days ago, when everyone was scared and disorganised.

The civilian’s eyes were wide as they accepted, and they murmured a quiet thanks before disappearing altogether.

#NaNoWriMo #mlc nano 2023 #goodbye near daily updates! hope everyone had fun #I sure was about to cry almost on the daily lol #RESPECT for people who write quickly but on the days I update I do so between 3-5am bc that's how long it takes me to write

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the-lighthouse-lit · 2 years

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On the eve of NaNoWriMo here’s a list of things I don’t know about my WIP:

where in the world it’s set (I do know it has to be a fantastic place for surfing)

if it’s set in present day or a little into the past (say 10-20 years)

anything practical about my deuteragonist’s career (pro surfer)

my protagonist’s eventual college major and career (I just know she bitterly regrets it)

whether I’m exclusively keeping to my MC’s first-person limited (and unreliable) POV or trying out a weird thing where other character’s POV’s are introduced but waaay late into the story to reflect my MC being closed off in her beliefs and only seeing her place in the world with clarity towards the ending even though it feels iffy like it’ll break writing laws but in a bad way*

if it’s told linearly (probably not)

if it ends happily

*: If anybody knows a book that does this PLEASE hit me up

#I sincerely don’t think I’m gonna be meeting any word count goals at all but #I’ll just take the month as the time to begin officially drafting this thing without looking back or doubting #the mood is excited 💛#I’m trying to slap together a loose outline 3 hours before midnight and it kinda feels like I’m waiting for Santa Claus in a weird way #nanowrimo #s #surot #my posts #writing #nano wip

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windfighter · 2 years

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The final battle. Don't you dare lose

The final battle. Cherubimon wasn’t defeated, but they were more united than ever.

”Leave it to me!” Takuya said and Kouji turned to Junpei.

”Are you okay with this?”

Junpei didn’t exactly hesitate, but there was a bit of pain in his eyes.

”Whether I’m fine with it or not doesn’t really matter”, he answered with a smile. ”There really isn’t anyone else who can fight Cherubimon except KaiserGreymon and MagnaGarurumon.”

Kouji’s face softened. He wasn’t used to people putting such absolute trust in him. Junpei blushed and walked up to him.

”However…” he hit Kouji’s stomach with his fist before throwing his arm over Kouji’s shoulders. ”...don’t you dare lose!”

”Of course!” Kouji promised with a smile. He wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t let himself lose when people put this much trust in him, in his abilities. He would make sure they won. He and Takuya walked towards the battle, their spirits fusing with the spirits the other lent them and their digimon forms appearing. The others ran after them, shouting words of encouragement, and there they were. Face to face with Cherubimon. The final battle, the one that would bring peace to the digital world. This time they would win!

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Everything hurt. MagnaGarurumon’s gaze couldn’t focus. He tried to find KaiserGreymon among the debris in the sky, but to no avail. There was a constant ringing in his ears and he couldn’t hear what went on with the battle any longer. He clung to consciousness, because if he lost it he wasn’t sure he’d wake up again. Someone landed on the ground infront of him. The hazy blurb was the size of KaiserGreymon. MagnaGarurumon strained his ears to hear beyond the ringing in them.

”Are you okay?”

He didn’t want to waste his energy on answering stupid questions. He ignored KaiserGreymon’s question and tried to look towards the other, tried to get his brain to cooperate long enough to find out what happened.

”Did you... do it...?”

”Yeah.”

”I see…”

He allowed the darkness to take over his mind, his head fell back as consciousness slipped away. He held his promise to Junpei. They had won.

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The happiness KaiserGreymon felt over their victory quickly disappeared as MagnaGarurumon fainted. He moved closer, watched as digicode danced over him and his shape disappeared.

”Kouji!”

Kouji didn’t move, didn’t wake up. KaiserGreymon could feel Takuya’s panic rising in his chest and made room for the boy, once again became the spirits housed in Takuya’s digivice. Takuya sank down to his knees, placed his hands on Kouji’s shoulders and shook him slightly.

”Kouji?”

No response. Takuya’s hands fell down onto his lap as he watched the other. Kouji’s chest rose and fell slowly. He was still alive, he’d be fine. He tried to ignore the panic clawing in his stomach because what if he wouldn’t? Would it be his fault if they lost Kouji? How would Kouichi feel, having come all this way just to see Kouji slip away? Takuya shook his head and swallowed. They had all been injured in battle before and it always got better after a bit of rest and some food. Kouji just needed time. Takuya got to his feet again.

”We should probably head back to the others.”

He leaned down, struggled a bit but managed to get Kouji onto his back. Kouji let out a pained groan, but still didn’t wake up. Takuya took a shaky breath. It would be fine, everything always turned out fine in the end. He started the walk back, careful not to disturb Kouj too much. The others were cheering as they got closer. The happiness over the victory filled Takuya again and he straightened his back with a smile. Kouji started slipping down, he let out another groan and the happiness disappeared again as Takuya shifted his grip.

”Hang in there, Kouji. We won. Everything is fine now.”

Kouji’s breath against Takuya’s neck was the only sign he was still alive. His skin was cold, he still didn’t wake up. The smiles on his friends’ faces disappeared as Takuya came closer. Izumi and Junpei ran up to him.

”What happened?” Izumi asked.

”We won”, Takuya answered because they had won, Cherubimon was defeated.

”Takuya-oniisan always wins!” Tomoki said and Takuya’s chest felt warm. He did always win, he was pretty great like that. He straightened his back again, causing Kouji to start slipping again. Junpei was there in an instant, caught Kouji and lowered him to the ground with some help from Izumi. Kouichi took some careful steps towards them.

”Kou...ji…”

”He’ll be fine”, Takuya said. ”We’re always fine.”

”We’ll set camp here”, Izumi smiled to Kouichi. ”Give Kouji some time to recover.”

”There’s better places to set up camp”, Takuya protested. ”This place is too open, there’s no food or water nearby and…”

”We are not moving Kouji if we don’t know how injured he is”, Junpei said and that was the end of the discussion.

Kouichi sank to his knees next to Kouji, pulled off his shirt and folded it before putting it under Kouji’s head. He glanced at Junpei before looking at Kouji again.

”It’s… generally not a good thing if someone’s unconscious for this long…”

Junpei put a hand on Kouichi’s shoulder and squeezed it. He didn’t know what to say, but Takuya filled the space as usual.

”He’ll be fine. He’s been hurt before and he’s always been fine after a while. There’s nothing to worry about.” He gestured at Kouichi. ”Kouichi’s even been the one to injure him a few times.”

Kouichi blushed. Izumi put her hands to her sides and glared at Takuya.

”That was uncalled for, Takuya.”

”Well, it’s the truth”, Takuya said and crossed his arms over his chest.

”He’s not wrong…” Kouichi whispered and Junpei squeezed his shoulder again.

”Still uncalled for”, he said. ”You’re already forgiven for that.”

Izumi shook her head and grabbed her digicontroll.

”I’ll go look for some wood and food”, she said.

Kouji’s and Takuya’s digivices lit up as the borrowed spirits returned to their rightful owners. Digicode gathered around Izumi’s hand and Fairymon replaced her. She glared at Takuya again.

”You’re coming with me.”

Takuya rolled his eyes and grabbed his own digivice.

”Yeah sure, I can’t do much around here any way. Tomoki, are you coming with us?”

Tomoki nodded. Takuya digivolved to Vritramon and grabbed Tomoki before following Fairymon away from Cherubimon’s destroyed castle. Patamon landed on Kouichi’s head.

”Kouji-san will be fine, right?”

”Yeah…” Kouichi sighed. ��Takuya’s probably right and he just needs some rest.”

”We’ll make sure he’s comfortable while resting”, Junpei said with a smile and Kouichi nodded. The only thing they could do for the moment was to wait.

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Junpei was the only one awake. The fire was still burning and the others were sleeping around it. Kouichi was lying next to Kouji, hand reaching towards Kouji’s but not grabbing it. Kouji hadn’t woken up yet and Junpei stared at the flames. Was it his fault? He had told Kouji not to lose. He put a meat apple over the flames, mostly to have something to do while waiting for time to pass until he could wake Kouichi up for the next shift. Kouji let out a groan and slowly opened his eyes. Junpei was instantly on his knees next to Kouji.

”You’re an idiot”, he said.

Kouji blinked, his face was tense and riddled with pain. Junpei glared at him.

”When I said ’don’t you dare lose’ I didn’t mean ’please sacrifice yourself’.”

Kouji closed his eyes again.

”We… won?”

”You did.”

”We did.” Kouji looked at Junpei. ”Couldn’t have… without you.”

”Still.” Junpei reached for the water. ”How are you feeling?”

”Sore.”

Kouji tried to move, but pain flared up in every part of his body and he stopped. His fingers grazed Kouichi’s hand and Kouichi grabbed them in his sleep.

”He’s been worried”, Junpei said with a soft smile. ”We all were.”

He put a hand under Kouji’s head and lifted it just enough so he could offer him some water. Kouji took a few sips before shaking his head and Junpei let him down again before putting the water away.

”Sorry”, Kouji whispered.

”Just don’t make a habit out of it. Are you hungry? There’s a meat apple waiting to be eaten.”

”Maybe later.” Kouji closed his eyes. ”Tired…”

”We’ll be here when you wake up. Get some sleep.”

Kouji was asleep almost instantly. Junpei let out a sigh and sat down by the fire again. Kouji would be fine and then they could go home. He smiled. The final battle was over, Cherubimon was defeated and peace would reign again. And they’d finally get to return home.

#my writing #camp nanowrimo #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #junpei shibayama #no beta we die like kouichi #hurt kouji #I was listening to digimon frontier and I just...#needed Junpei to be angry at Kouji for taking 'don't you dare lose' to such extremes #so this happened #also a bit of Junpei and Kouichi interaction because we don't get enough of that :D #also spoiler: they didn't get to return home after this :P #hope you enjoyed :3 #I skipped writing the actual battle because you know...#just watch the anime for that :P

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hijinks-n-lowjinks · 6 months

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nanowrimo is really cutting into my show watching time how am I expected to get my serotonin from my silly little guys now

#I’ve spent all of my free time the last two days writing and I only have 3 episode left of bsd #I just need to take a break tomorrow and finish it #jinx talks #nanowrimo

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lyralit · 10 months

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ways to start writing more efficiently

stop writing with the word count on!

use a font like comic sans -- trick your brain into thinking that it's not important, that the writing can be stupid, if it's in a stupid font (if you can't tell i despise comic sans)

time yourself to get to a goal

or give yourself a certain amount of time

quantity >> quality in the first draft(s)!

jot down what you want to happen in that chapter

try organizing your writing (nanowrimo, for example)

do *not* reread! it doesn't need to make sense, it just needs to be there

try not to stick yourself to something you saw on tumblr. what works for someone else doesn't necessarily work for you!

take breaks. time those breaks.

practice writing short stories / oneshots of your characters.

try getting all your writing done within a certain goal (as much as I can for 30 minutes) rather than writing 5 minutes on or off

write down every little wormy idea that comes into your brain! sure, it's probably for a different plot, but maybe you can work it in somehow?

on that note, mash elements of your plots together rather than starting a whole new story

see maybe what little writing competitions you can submit your work to

proclaim your goal to the wide web for some peer pressure

rewards yourself. cheer on every thousand-word milestone. brag to your friends that you've written something, anything.

don't think of the big goal—don't think of publishing, or posting, etc. think of the end of your chapter, the development of your character, where it goes.

switch your writing environment! where are you most productive?

make a playlist only for when you write. never for anything else.

getting off tumblr, probably.

have people remind you of your goals.

remember that it all comes with discipline, but also your mental health is the most important!! don't sacrifice half your sleep to meet your nanowrimo goals. try to recognize when it's taking you too long and close the document. do something else. come back later.

take care of yourself. <3 use this post as a breather (or reminder to start!)

#lyralit #creative writing #writers #writerblr #writers block #writblr #writing prompts #writing #writing ideas #lovely person <3

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fixyourwritinghabits · 6 months

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FINISHED MY MANUSCRIPT AND YEETED IT AT MY LIT AGENT time to get some slee - oh shit NaNoWriMo is here.

Erm.

Right, so if you're like me and you have the opening line of your NaNo project and a vague idea, I'd still like to encourage you to take part in NaNoWriMo. A large number of responses I get at this time are people who drop out in the first week. You have a whole month! If you need some nudging to stay in the game, please consider:

Any writing done by the end of the month is more writing than you had before. The biggest benefit of NaNoWriMo is having accomplished something, be it 50000 words or a couple of chapters. Using NaNo as a tool to carve out writing time can be really useful, and it's worth giving a try if you've had trouble figuring out how to get things done.

You don't have to write a book. You don't even have to work on the same project every day! Whatever needs writing - those fanfic drabbles, that personal essay you really want to publish, those three ideas you can't pick between - can be written during NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo is a great way to connect with other writers, both local and online. Listen, it's hard to find other writers. My current group is spread across the world and we have trouble pinning down Discord meetups. Sometimes finding an in-person group can really help, but how to do that is hard. NaNoWriMo can be a chance to find people you vibe with - or don't vibe with, but can sit next to for an hour to write in silence. Anything helps.

No writing is bad writing. Even if you never look at it again, sitting down to write is like working out. You are practicing and improving your skills, even if you don't realize it. The only way to get better is to keep doing it.

You don't have to win. You don't have to write every day. You can even lower your goals to 300 words a day and still being doing NaNo, because you're putting in the work.

You can jump back into NaNoWriMo at any time. Have a bad day? A bad week? A final exam you must spend all your time and energy on? Don't give up on Day 3, Day 15, or Day 25. Every day of the month can be a new opportunity to write, no matter how many setbacks you have.

If you've never done NaNoWriMo before, give it a try! If you've tried it before and pounding out a novel in a month doesn't work for you, make NaNoWriMo your own thing. A paragraph a day, a drabble a week - whatever keeps your words flowing, this is the perfect month to set goals and try things out to figure out your writing styles.

Good luck!

#NaNoWriMo #good lord am I going to need luck lmao

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