In Case Anyone Cares, I Recently (minorly) Rewrote The Manuscript! No Drastic Changes Were Made (the

How To Get Away With Murder Snippet

The coppery scent of blood filled her senses, choking her with its sharp, metallic bitterness. The grass beneath her was stained with fresh blood, dark and glistening under the dim lamplight. Every breath she took seemed to draw more of that metallic bitterness into her lungs, making it impossible to escape the reality of what had occurred.

Murder.

The air hummed around Eloise as she shakily reached for her phone, her bloody fingers staining the case red.

There was only one person she wanted to call.

“I need your help,” she said, the words paining her to say.

“Like, with homework?”

Eloise glanced down at the body of George Morrison, a cold chill running down her spine. “Sure. Homework.”

if you’re so inclined, use this ask to tell us about a WIP you’re enjoying!! maybe it’ll help a little with the agony that a thousand plot bunnies tends to bring 🙃

Here is a snippet from No. 1 Party Anthem, where Eloise and Theo have a rivals w/ benefits relationship! 👀

Eloise has Theo pressed against a shelf—which probably isn’t comfortable, but she can’t bring herself to care—her fingers deftly working open the buttons of his neatly-pressed shirt. There are voices outside, important people having important conversations right outside their hiding place, but all Eloise can focus on is making sure that this man (with his perfect hair and his perfect smile and his perfect—) walks away from this closet looking wrecked.

Thank you for the ask!!! It certainly helped lol.

My brain is just my superiority complex and my inferiority complex battling for dominance. And the latter is winning.

Me? Writing fanfic about two nerds with 10 minutes of screentime instead of writing code for my internship? It's more likely than you think.

I feel like every time I come on here to post a snippet…it’s for a new WIP. 😭

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

I dont know what to say other than I read @pendale 's titanic au drabble like an hour ago (go read that if you havent) and then furiously wrote this.

"James Cameron is full of shit," Eloise says as the screen fades to black and the credits begin to roll. "I still say they both could have fit."

"Not this again," Theo laughs, half out of desperation, and half actual humor. He pinches the bridge of nose. "For the last time, El, it's about the bouyancy, not how much space they had to occupy."

Eloise smirks, popping a piece of popcorn in her month. To the victor goes the spoils, she thinks. It's become much, much too easy, lulling Theo into an argument like this. Most of their movie nights end up following a similar route.

"All they had to do was tie Rose's lifejacket-"

"I swear to God, if you bring up the Mythbusters thing again-"

She throws an M&M at her boyfriend's face, aiming for his forehead. He catches it in his mouth instead. She would be more annoyed about it, but it was an pretty impressive catch, so she gets her revenge by throwing herself at him and toppling them both down onto the couch cushions.

She settles on top of him, and Theo's arms wrap snugly around her waist as he peers up at her with a gaze so open that even after years of receiving it, it still sparks crackling electricity to erupt throughout her body.

(The same sensation she had had the first year of university watching him arrive in the middle of a lecture with the most endearing blush on his face before taking a seat next to her.)

"I don't think Jack and Rose were in the right frame of mind to have come up with such an elaborate plan," Theo tells her, "you know, with all the freezing to death and what not."

"Sucks to be them," Eloise says plainly. "I  would have thought of it."

"Of course you would have."

She sinks more fully onto him, pressing them further into the cushions. She'd called it payback for his teasing, but it's hardly a punishment. "I'm just saying, if I had a gorgeous peasant in front of me I wouldn't simply sit back and do nothing while they turn into a corpse."

"I don't know if I should be flattered you called me gorgeous, or offended you called me a peasant."

"Who said I was talking about you?" She raises a challenging eyebrow.

Theo laughs. "Well, you're too old for Leo Dicaprio, so I know you're not talking about him."

Eloise smooths her hands down his solid chest, appreciating the way his features get caught in the glow of the television. Something anchors itself in her ribcage, heart tied to this spot, this moment, this man. She holds no desire untether it. "I would have gotten us out alive," she says softly-- not a boast, but a declaration. "I would have saved you."

"I know you would have," Theo pulls her closer. "There's not a bone in my body that would ever cast doubt on you."

She shows her gratitude for such unwavering confidence by capturing his lips in a kiss-- slow and sweet, and without any emerging danger or impending doom to hurry them along. Theo’s fingers tease the hem of shirt, and her own take to their favored position of curling in his hair, and her opinion is only cemented further.

James Cameron and the freezing waters of the Atlantic Ocean be dammed. There's nothing in the world that could keep her from having this.

life update: moving to a big city for my internship!

eloise and benedict's faces when fran got shy about kissing john in front of an audience 🤣