This is a real chonker of a chapter but it wasn’t convenient to subdivide.
Yeah, Iorveth has the flu. Guess what’s now a recurring theme in my works? Yeah, local governments responding proactively and compassionately to looming public health crises. Weird theme, don’t know why that’s a thing.
Most excitingly, we get to meet Caerulia Fitzhugh in this chapter, of whom I am enormously over-fond. Getting on that Dracula zeitgeist by sheer coincidence.
Yennefer had to respect a woman of style. Caerulia Fitzhugh, Vergen’s best herbalist, glided into the great hall with her floor-length skirt so undisturbed by her feet that it looked as though she were not touching the ground. She swooped in, her long cloak flying around her, and swished to a halt before Saskia, the trailing edges of her very long sleeves swirling around her as she, with great slow dignity, carefully took down the hood of her cloak. Jewels glittered on her hands, heavily-ringed, and her long filed claw-like nails gleamed bright red with thick lacquer.
She was stunning, her hair in black ringlets caught up with jeweled pins to frame her face and then fall down her shoulders and back. Her skin was dark brown, and her great dark eyes were outlined in delicate lines of stark white, with decorative little dots and flourishes picked out in perfect symmetry around them, and her lips were painted in a high gloss of bright red. Her clothing was all dark colors, lace and velvet, trailing edges and dramatic falls, with occasional bright red details coordinating with her nails and lips.
This was anentrance, and Yennefer admired her a bit warily. She knew, as a woman who liked to make an entrance herself sometimes, that this could indicate any number of things for any future relationship, and she would like to befriend such a creature but sometimes such advances were not welcomed. Sometimes they took her for competition, and did not want to collaborate. It took delicate handling.
Dania leaned in next to him with a rustle. “Who’s that woman,” she breathed.
[Iorveth] freed a hand from his cloak to tap his fingers lightly on the table, signing to her absently before he remembered that she likely did not know the sign language. It took effort to focus enough to take the little lead pencil stub she’d brought to take notes with, and use it to scrawl on the paper she had in front of her. Yennefer of, he wrote, and then could not make himself spell her place-name correctly. It came out with a V and some b’s and a g in it but it was not the correct name, and he tried again and still failed, and then gave up and set the pencil stub down. He heard Dania huff a little laugh at his attempts, and flicked his fingers dismissively at her, before returning his hand to the warmth of his cloak.
ALSO@cacheth drew art of a pair of OC’s I introduced in this chapter, because I brainstormed them in the Discord chat, so I link to them at the end of the chapter but please have this link here as well:
Their entire characterization was “ok I need there to be an herbalist in Vergen” “hmmm I think I gotta make up a couple people here” … “what if they were lesbian vampires”, and then “what if one of them was fat and butch”, and then “oh the wife should be high goth” and then “oh! the wife should be Black and high femme goth”, and let me tell you just like, ticking the character creator boxes made them both spring to life on the page and I now love them both enormously, in a modern A/U Dania would be one of those older butches with a jingly keychain clipped to her belt and probably one of those ID badges on a retractable thingy and absolutely the most enormous multitool you’ve ever encountered on a holster on her belt, who when she shows up you’re immediately like oh thank fuck, we’re gonna survive this, and Cece, well, we’ll meet her next chapter, she’s actually wound up kind of important so we’ll get to know her in due time.
The other bonus material for this chapter is to brainstorm how badly Iorveth misspelled Yennefer’s name when he wrote it down for Dania in the meeting.
Yeneffer of Vamberger Yennefferr of Vengeber Yinefr of Vingbeefer Yamefer of Vambefer Ymmmmfmm om Vmmbbmmfmm
So yeah. We have our second check-in right now, meaning we’ve gone about a month and a half since the round started, and while I wrote a new fic for a new series? I still haven’t touched my WIPs. I’ve swapped a few out, and dropped one completely, so I have 10 left to work on. Hopefully this impulse to write will last a bit longer (like tonight, since I’m staying up all night) and I can work on at least one of my WIPs.
So I decided my goal this round is I’ll sign up with a bunch of shorter fics to finish (with one major exception) that I’d love to get art for. So there’s a lot of BBC Sherlock fic and some fics from fandoms I haven’t touched in a while that I have a smidgen of inspiration to finish because I’m tired of them being not done. I’m going to work on one fic at a time (except the exception, since I need to write 40K for that one…I’ll work on that as inspiration hits).
bc i can never do anything the simple way, i’m making face structure traces for the characters before i officially start drawing them (i haven’t properly drawn in years, so i need traces. they are taken from my own mock-ups, not traced from someone else’s work.) also i should just make this into a manga/graphic novel but i literally don’t have the capacity to do that quite yet. just know i’m working on the b/ack but/er au, and that i’m drawing the characters as i see them
FIC: 忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation (wangxian warprize whump AU)
My wangxian warprize whump AU is here!
When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian’s safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sexual Slavery, Domestic Violence, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Prisoner of War, Warprize, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Golden Core Destruction, Dual Cultivation, Revenge, Whump, Hurt with a little comfort, Protective Lán Wàngjī, Protective Wèi Wúxiàn, Minor Character Death, Hopeful Ending
[Chapter 1 posted so far; updates every 1-2 weeks]
Reblogs, comments, kudos, etc are always appreciated!
FIC: 忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation (wangxian warprize whump AU)
My wangxian warprize whump AU is here!
When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian’s safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sexual Slavery, Domestic Violence, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Prisoner of War, Warprize, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Golden Core Destruction, Dual Cultivation, Revenge, Whump, Hurt with a little comfort, Protective Lán Wàngjī, Protective Wèi Wúxiàn, Minor Character Death, Hopeful Ending
[Chapter 1 posted so far; updates every 1-2 weeks]
Reblogs, comments, kudos, etc are always appreciated!
FIC: 忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation (wangxian warprize whump AU)
My wangxian warprize whump AU is here!
When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian’s safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sexual Slavery, Domestic Violence, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Prisoner of War, Warprize, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Golden Core Destruction, Dual Cultivation, Revenge, Whump, Hurt with a little comfort, Protective Lán Wàngjī, Protective Wèi Wúxiàn, Minor Character Death, Hopeful Ending
[Chapter 1 posted so far; updates every 1-2 weeks]
Reblogs, comments, kudos, etc are always appreciated!
FIC: 忍辱负重 | to bear the burden of humiliation (wangxian warprize whump AU)
My wangxian warprize whump AU is here!
When Lan Wangji gives himself up to Wen Xu at the Cloud Recesses, he does not expect Wen Xu to take him as a warprize and turn him into his concubine. After escaping during the Qishan Wen indoctrination, he sacrifices himself once more to ensure Wei Wuxian’s safe return to Lotus Pier. Unfortunately, Wen Chao succeeds in taking over Lotus Pier anyway, claiming Wei Wuxian as his own warprize in revenge for killing his lover. Afterward, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji do their best to protect each other in the brief moments that they reunite, while working independently to take down Qishan Wen from the inside.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sexual Slavery, Domestic Violence, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Prisoner of War, Warprize, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Golden Core Destruction, Dual Cultivation, Revenge, Whump, Hurt with a little comfort, Protective Lán Wàngjī, Protective Wèi Wúxiàn, Minor Character Death, Hopeful Ending
[Chapter 1 posted so far; updates every 1-2 weeks]
Reblogs, comments, kudos, etc are always appreciated!
What are some things yall would like to see in stories? Do yall have any tropes or scenes youd like to see? Any ideas that are itching at you that you’d like to see made reality? Let me know, I’m mining ideas right now trying to find inspiration again.
Hello! It’s been a while and life has been crazy, so I thought I would give an update about all my writing projects, especially my long fic. So…here goes.
A Song of Shadows
I am planning to finish this fic. I am a completionist at heart, so I hate leaving things unfinished. While I have been taking time for myself, I have reoutlined a few things and almost finished writing this story. However, there are some important updates about it that I hope everyone can understand.
I will not be updating it until this fall. I have a very busy summer ahead, and I just don’t have the time to devote to regular updates. However, when I do start updating it again, I will continue updating until it is finished. I am so sorry for the wait, but this is just what will work best for me at this time.
The fic will now be split into two parts, but the ending will not be a cliffhanger. I have decided to eventually write the second part at a later date, which I will keep people updated on when I start writing it.
Other Fics and One Shots
I know I have a bunch of one shot requests sitting in my drafts, so my current hope is that I can sporadically start posting some of them when I have time over the summer. I can’t make any promises, but I want to start getting them out into the world soon.
I also have several in progress fics at the moment that I have mentioned here and there. As for those, I am honestly not sure when I’ll share them. This year has been kind of crazy and I am just trying to take my time with things so I don’t stress myself out more.
I know this isn’t exactly the update people might have wanted, but I appreciate any and all patience with this. I am doing my best and trying to take care of my mental health as I find my motivation and courage to share my writing again. I love you all and am so grateful for the continued support. <3
both@gayraviand@hoediaz tagged me (mwah i love you both <33) and after much debating over whether to post a snippet from the fic i’m posting tomorrow or whether to post something from the fake ex husbands fic i’ve gone for the latter. basically because i need people to yell at me so i can finish it before the end of the month <3
“We’re not going to pretend to be divorced just so Chris can get into a summer camp, Buck,” Eddie says, trying to sound convincing even as he starts to feel his resolution crumbling inside of him.
“Why not?” Buck asks, sounding genuinely baffled, like he can’t understand Eddie’s refusal at all.
And how does Eddie begin to explain the irrationality of his rational denial?
He can’t tell Buck the real reason he can’t go through with it. He can’t tell him without having to reach into his chest, clawing out his heart, setting it down at Buck’s feet still beating and saying “Because the only thing worse than loving you knowing I can’t have you would be having to pretend like I didn’t love you enough to keep you with me forever.”
“It’s not… It’s not exactly ethical, is it?” Eddie improvises, actually proud of himself for coming up with a reasonable reservation when his heart and his head can’t focus on anything that isn’t Buck’s hands, his pleading face, or just— Just Buck. “Don’t you feel bad trying to get into a program meant to help other people?”
“Okay, I see what you mean.” Buck nods his head, looking off to the side as if deep in thought for a moment, before returning his eyes gaze to Eddie’s. “But it’s not like we’re trying to do this while being people who don’t need the help, you know? You’re a single dad who works as a firefighter, and you’re raising a child with CP in Los Angeles, one of the most expensive cities in the country.”
Not a single dad, is the only thought that crosses Eddie’s mind then. Eddie’s heart burns with the certainty. Eddie’s heart burns with desire.
Sans flipped through some notes as he walked down the hallway of the true lab, on his way back upstairs to the main computer where he could run some more calculations. Alphys certainly had some strange findings on determination. Sans sighed sadly as he looked over the effects of determination on monsters. He wished Alphys were still here. He knew that she was horribly ashamed for what she did, but in Sans’ mind, she really had nothing to feel guilty over.
True, perhaps she should have waited a little while longer before using more determination to fully understand its effects. She wouldn’t have known that though. Her thing was mechanical and electro-magical engineering, not biology. However, she did do everything she could to bring them back and, technically, she did despite the negative side effects. He remembers first coming to the lab to find footage that she had of Undyne’s death playing on repeat on the giant computer screen. The Captain became so determined she simply melted away. He had debated letting Papyrus watch it after seeing him so torn up over her when he finally figured out the truth, but he quickly decided against it.
He wished he had gotten to the lab sooner. Then maybe he could have saved the amalgamates and sent them to their respective families. However, when he got here, the months of neglect had left nothing but dust. It took him the longest to collect everything he could and contact the families. Strangely enough, he couldn’t find anything of Alphys. He remembered during one of her past depression phases, she had debated throwing herself off a waterfall into the abyss.
He could only assume that was what she did after Undyne and Mettaton’s death. As much as Sans liked to think of her as a friend, those two were really all she had left. He wondered if it would have been different if he had bothered to keep in better communication with her after he left the labs. His soul twinged with guilt, but deep down, he knew that he couldn’t have done anything. None of it was in his control anyway.
The sound of clattering papers had Sans turning quickly to look behind him, a blaster forming above his head just as fast. A few papers fluttered as they finished their descent to the floor. Sans examined the stack in his arms and determined that he had dropped a few things. With a labored sigh, he gave his blaster a pat on the snout before dispelling it and walking over to the papers on the floor to gather them.
Perhaps now that things were slowing down and becoming easier, he would be able to confide in his brother a bit more. At least about everything concerning Alphys. While he knew deep down that her suicide wasn’t his fault, he figured that the extra reassurance from Papyrus would help…. And if it was his fault at least then he could fully accept it. He really really didn’t want to tell him about Undyne, but he figured that his brother had the right to know. Maybe he would tell him once Paxan was better settled into his new position.
Sans shook his head violently. He didn’t need to be getting distracted. He had to get a lead something so Papyrus could have something to tell the monster folk next week. He figured two weeks of delays would cause too much unrest. Monsters were given hope and were now far too impatient to get out. Sans knew that before he left to work in the lab full time. Even if he couldn’t get them out at this very moment, the frequent updates could at least keep them stated and keep them hopeful. That was the important part.
His brother seemed much more at ease now that everyone was more hopeful. The taller skeleton had been trying for months and months to get monsters to not give up with no avail and Sans could tell that his brother was starting to doubt himself because of it. However, since the discovery that only one human soul was needed to pass through the barrier, monsters have been much more hopeful. Monsters were slowly becoming happy again. Even if Sans didn’t really work directly with the populous as a whole anymore to know on a first-hand basis, he could tell in the way his brother was starting to shine closer to his previous brightness.
He let out another labored sigh as he finished gathering the papers. He finished making his way to the elevator and pushed the up button so he could go back up to the main floor. He really needed to focus. Too many distractions were not going to create a very productive day. The elevator made a dinging noise, signaling its arrival and Sans stepped in as the doors opened. He quickly leaned back against one of the walls for support.
Today was going to be a long day.
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Sans scoured over notes and printouts at the desk, trying to find any patterns in the findings. Irritation had started to bubble up inside him long ago. He wasn’t finding anything that he didn’t know already. Human souls had a higher ratio of determination than monster souls, the large amount of determination is what allowed human to just pass through the barrier, determination was the only trait that could break the barrier, so on and so forth.
Sans tossed the papers on the ground with a growl of frustration. He wasn’t going to get anything done at this rate! He rubbed his face with both hands as if he could scrub away what irritated him. He then switched to rubbing his temple with a sigh. He was starting to get a headache. Maybe he was hungry. He usually got a headache when his magic was running low on juice.
He looked at the time and saw that he had about forty-five minutes until it would be time to go home for lunch. He briefly wondered how the address went. It was fine, he was sure. There was something slightly unsettling about not knowing what was on the monster-folk’s mind this week, but at the same time, he was relieved that he didn’t have to deal with it anymore.
He wasn’t really too much of a politics person. People person sure, but when it came to political matters, Faia could have it any day. He was certain that if something pressing came up, that Faia would tell him about it… or at the very least, Papyrus would. He shoved those thoughts aside for the time being and tried to focus back on his work. Why couldn’t he seem to just focus today?
What would happen if he used raw determination on the barrier? Would it just go through? Would it crack it? If it left a crack, would the barrier fix itself? Does the barrier even crack, or does the field just get weaker? What would a weakened barrier be like?
Could he make it weak enough that monsters could pass through and he wouldn’t have to completely destroy it? Would raw determination just hit the barrier and dribble down? Sans let out a grunt as he pondered more and more. What if he just used a pipette to place a small amount of determination on the barrier? If it weakened the barrier in any way, maybe he could find a way to fuse magic and determination to sort of weaponize it…. Like a cannon of sorts.
Something clicked in Sans’ mind and his eye sockets widened. He quickly stood up and moved somewhere in the room with more space. With a quick flick of his hand, his blaster came roaring to life right in front of him in a cackle of energy. The blaster opened and separated its jaws as it collected magical energy but didn’t fire it. Sans held its maw gently as he peered inside. He stared at the collected magic intently… searching for something. His eye sockets widened when he found it.
“oh,” Sans couldn’t help but say out loud as realization hit him smack in the face. Swirls of cyan and yellow were mixed within the raw magic of his blaster. His canon, so to speak. His mind shifted to the avian version in the true labs that he knew his father left behind. Pipes leading into to it to feed it raw energy rather than tying it to a host. “OH!”
A buzzing sound caused Sans to jump upright in his chair. He wondered for half a second what it was before instinct from experience past told him it was the doorbell. Movement on the computer screen caught his attention and he saw a video of a familiar monster standing outside his door. A wide grin tugged at his skull. Not wanting to take the time to walk, he shortcutted the few short feet to the door and opened it.
“hey, grillbz!” He greeted, unable to contain the happiness in his voice. Man, when was the last time he had been to Grillby’s? When he couldn’t recollect he managed to say. “uh… long time no see. what brings you my way?” The fire elemental answered by holding out a bag to Sans. It was a brown paper bag, but the grease stains settling on the bottom left nothing to the imagination as to what was inside. Sans felt the smile on his skull pull upwards a bit more. Damn. He didn’t know how much he missed Grillby’s cooking until it was right in front of him. Grillby said that Sans hadn’t visited in a while and so he decided to bring him lunch.
“gee, thanks grillb,” Sans said and took the bag. “yeah, sorry i’ve been a bit of a stranger. it’s been a really weird past couple of months. ya’know. moving into the capitol and all, and becoming the royal scientist and then this whole thing with the captain of the royal guard and stuff.” Grillby nodded in understanding.
“hey, ya wanna come inside and catch up? i’m sure hotland is much more comfortable for ya than back home,” Sans offered. Grillby shook his head and politely declined. He explained that he had to get back, because there was usually a rush right after the address. Perhaps some other time on a day when things wouldn’t be as busy.
“ah, right. glad to hear business is still going good. i won’t keep ya then. thanks for lunch. you can just add it to my tab,” Sans said with a wink. What amounted to a small smile on a fire elemental grace Grillby’s features. He explained that it was on the house. Sans chuckled a bit at that.
“well, see ya later grillbz,” Sans said. Grillby gave his farewells as well, but after a moment also asked Sans to be careful. The request took a different tone than his usual one. It sounded almost as if he were pleading. Sans looked at Grillby confused for a moment and then chuckled as a realization dawned on him.
“aw, you don’t gotta worry grillb. i’m not gonna try anything stupid like my old man did,” He said. What counted as a frown showed on Grillby’s face before he bid Sans goodbye once more and began to walk away. Sans frowned a bit as well, although all it really amounted to was his smile being a little less pronounced. It was still good to see old friends and he supposed Grillby had a reason to worry. He watched Grillby make his way to the Riverperson before closing the door behind him.
Sans took a moment to debate if he should take the bag home and eat it. Then again, that wouldn’t really be fair to Papyrus, even if he didn’t like grease. Sans placed the bag on an empty spot on the table. He would just run home real quick and leave him a note.
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Sans grabbed another fistful of ketchup drenched fries and stuffed them into his mouth. A printout of fresh calculations sat in his other hand as he poured over them. He had to know if this was do-able. It probably was if this is what his father was chasing after right before his untimely death. Sans paused a moment as a vaguely amused chuckle left him at the realization that he was becoming like his father.
Growing distant. Hardly leaving the lab. Only really leaving to sleep or eat and sometimes not even that. Staying up all night to run calculations by hand. Doing anything he can to make time for yet more science. Deeply, secretly, absolutely loving his work to the point that he didn’t care if it was running him ragged. Doing science was intoxicating at times. Knowing so much than others and being able to learn and know beyond what was previously known brings with it a sense of power. If left alone, Sans would never leave the lab and keep doing Science until his body couldn’t keep up with him anymore.
This. This is exactly why Sans left the labs in the first place. Right after his father’s death. He couldn’t stand the thought of becoming the person his father was. Then again, he was nowhere near the prim and proper perfectionist that he was. Papyrus had ended up with most of that trait. Sans finalized this thought by licking some dribbling ketchup from his hand before it landed on any papers. If it wasn’t for Papyrus, he probably would never leave the lab, he thought grimly. Then again, he just left his little brother alone for both breakfast and dinner to be at the labs. That realization didn’t sit well with Sans.
He groaned and stood. He really needed to focus on his work or he wasn’t going to have any results from the day except for some theories. There he goes again. Being just like his father. Sans growled at himself and shortcut his way to the place where they stored the determination.
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Sans stood at the barrier with a Pasteur pipette filled with determination in his hand. The red liquid glowed faintly, leaving a little hint of red shining onto Sans’ bones. The royal scientist took a deep breath before gathering some magic in his system and bringing the dropper closer to the barrier, ready to shortcut out of the way the instant there looked like there would be trouble. He pressed the tip of the dropper gently to the barrier and squeezed the bulb. When the pipette was empty, he stared at the droplet. It sat there for a moment, rolling down the barrier.
Sans glared at it like it had offended him. He had really hoped for more than that. Crick. Sans jolted in surprise as the determination suddenly vanished and he scoured the surface for the cause of the sound until he found it. It was barely visible on the shimmering, glassy surface of the barrier, but it was there. The faintest of cracks. After a few moments, the crack began to close, starting at each of the ends and fusing back together until they met at the middle.
A wide grin tugged at Sans’ face. This is exactly what he wanted to find.
He ported to the lab only for a brief second to deposit the pipette safely before going straight home. He couldn’t wait to tell Papyrus. He wasn’t disappointed to find Papyrus already at the stove when he arrive at the kitchen. The taller skeleton whirled around at the sound of displaced air that now surrounded Sans.
Sans was caught a bit off guard when Papyrus suddenly flung himself onto him in a similar fashion as the previous night. Oh yeah. Papyrus was disappointed in him yesterday. An awkward feeling washed over him. He wanted to tell Papyrus about his findings, but at the same time, he still felt pretty bad about yesterday. But what was he going to say? It wasn’t the end of the world so he didn’t really care? That he knew timelines were shifting around and it was going to stop after the human left so he just let them leave? He knew that wasn’t going to fly. If he was honest, he didn’t really know how many people the human had killed until after the fact.
“Sans,” Papyrus said. Sans looked down at his baby brother, finally returning the hug after he realized that he had been lost in thought.
“yeah, pap?” he returned.
“Will you take the day off tomorrow?” Papyrus asked.
So I read my rough draft of chapter 6 last night and boy. was. it. ROUGH.
It will take me some time to transform that into something I would feel ok posting. Unfortunately, a lot of things have come up for me recently. As I said before, one of the reasons I stopped was because I have a lot of college stuff going on (including summer classes atm). I’ve also had two interviews in the past two days. I did get a job though! Yay!
However, my entire Tuesday is now dedicated to a bunch of work stuff and with a paper due at 8am on Wednesday, I’ve had no choice but to work harder to get it finished by Monday night.
Please try to be understanding and I will get the next chapter to you as soon as I can.
After making sure Dabi is okay, Tomura heads out to talk with Himiko’s sibling, and is joined by his Sensei’s brother. The trip proves useful as Neito has something shocking to tell them.
