if i fail, let me be wormfood.

word count for posted works: 97,830 words
word count for unposted works: 11,418 words
total word count: 109,248 words

whew. probably the most i've ever written in a year. probably definitely because of S11 au.

once again, writing sprints were hugely, hugely helpful for me this year. so was physical note-taking, especially for the two longer fics i wrote this year. i am definitely going to keep doing that in the future.

i posted more individual works this year than i ever have, clocking in at 12. the next closest year was 2012 with 7 works, and some of those were cross-posts, iirc. anyways, down to the nitty-gritty – list of works under the cut.

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( end-of-year meme )

christ alive. i started writing this fic... apparently at the start of october, and i've just finished writing it — which is to say, it's ready for editing, and probably heavy editing. but hey! 20k fucking words in about two months. damn.

( but boy was it a struggle. )

mmm, nostalgia. very tasty. tl;dr for this post: i thought about bleach, then i read a fic* on a whim, then i thought about it way too hard, then i read up on canon, re-read some chapters i remembered liking, skimmed the ending, and now i'm big mad about it.

in sum: bleach deserved so much better than it got. good lord.

( spoilers below, obviously )

( image-heavy below, screencaps that caught my eye! )

A soft press of presence at the gates to the Shattered Keep draws his attention, and he almost ignores it – almost – but a strange flickering snap of threads out of place reveals the presence of much, much more magic than any Faithful or denizen of his should possess.

Cyric curls a wraithlike avatar out of the shadows that coat the Keep and dresses it in a face his visitor will recognize: pale but not pallid, handsomely sharp but not gaunt, attractively flecked with scars that precious few others would remember. A serviceable facsimile. She doesn't notice him slink up through her flickering shadow.

“To what,” Cyric purrs from over her shoulder, “do I owe the pleasure, my dear Lady?”

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Myrkul is your god of death, and you have always valued the domain over the divinity. It's an arrangement that works.

Safvara makes herself intimately familiar with death, and the dispatching of it. Corpses dust her wake, left for you to coax them back as you see fit. Things are simple.

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and quality!

i've posted 7 works on AO3 in the past six months, which is more than i've ever done in such a short amount of time.

...actually, now that i've checked, 2012 had a similar amount of works between may and october — but that includes reuploads/reposts to AO3 of 2 older fics, and 3 works that were part of one series (which i think about as one work, tbh). the one work i orphaned was also, i think, posted in 2012. wow. damn. i wrote a lot of words throughout 2012.

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yep! yep. i'm callin' it done. gdocs is clocking in at 103,773 words (which is inaccurate for a few reasons, but close enough). i'm waiting until tomorrow to post it, just in case i suddenly think of something to change.

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i'm in the thick of editing S11 au right now, and it's occurred to me that i've never edited on quite such a large scale before - S11 au is currently clocking in at about 97k words, and while it's technically complete, i have one major gap to fill (gap as in "i did not write the transition from A to B, and i have to write it now), and then a lot of little things to tie up and conversations for characters to have. i keep finding things that i need to embellish or add, and it's actually an incredibly enjoyable process!

my current knot of loose ends to untangle has to deal with reconciling canon events, though, and the question is: do i describe events as they transpired in canon, or do i let the reader do it themself?

( spoiler alert: this question has no one true answer )

i'm... done??? i'm done with part iii of S11 au. wow. i'm done with the thing.

this is in need of severe edits and is metaphorically being held together with spit and prayers, but it's DONE. turns out all i needed was a solid shove and to stop being scared of finishing this.

wow. boy. time to put this away for a bit and then start patching up the extensive holes in this thing. current count is 95,312 words, and i have plenty of things that need expanding on.

( edit now that i've had a snack and some time to think )

A bright spark of blue bleeds into the shaft of the last arrow, jumping eagerly from his fingers to sink into slim, straight wood, sinking into the soft, rich earth to bury itself into the arrowhead. Energy hums warmly along his arm for just a second longer, and the sensation fades along with the last whispered words of the spell.

Erlkazar keeps a tight hold on their borders. Even camped just on the other side it’s unlikely they’ll come to harm, but habits are hard to break. The forest and mountains around him are full of life, trees sheltering so many bright sparks.

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