theexorcistfans | April ExoWriMo - Word Count Report In

April ExoWriMo

Report in with your word counts!

This entry is for reporting daily word counts! Every day after you finish writing/creating, please comment with your nickname, the day and the number of words you wrote. See the example below:

Comment to this post and use the following format:

Subject: Day [date], [your username], [that day's word count]
Example: Day 1, Cutiesonthehorizon, 134 words

If you forget to report in during that day, no worries, post a comment the next day, just report with the date of the previous day in the subject line.

Please try and use the format mentioned above for the subject line so it'll be easier for us to keep an eye on the word counts. As to the comment itself, feel free to gripe about how hard the words were, or squee about how easily you wrote half a chapter! You can put in your favorite sentence, or add a link to the fic, whatever you feel like:)

To help you all out a bit, April was decided to be the month of AUs/Crossovers! You're of course welcome to create any kind of content, but if you want to get some inspiration, there are few AU/Fic generators:

http://writers-den.pantomimepony.co.uk/writers-plot-ideas.php
http://colormayfade.tumblr.com/generator
http://www.springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/au-idea.htm

Most of all, have fun and don't forget to report in:)

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From:

cutiesonthehorizon

1283 words of the Peter/Marcus adopt Tomas AU and 460 words of a shameless Tomas whump, cause I was in the mood, ehehe.

A short sample from the first fic:

"Estúpido, tan estúpido!" Tomas cursed at himself even as he was running away from Marcus. He had class but instead headed towards the boys bathroom, happy that at least the recess was over and the hall was clear. Falling inside one of the stalls, his hands fumbled with the lock. He slammed the toilet close and sit down heavily, head in hands.

Tomas closed his eyes, then snapped them wide open as violent images flashed behind his eyelids and sick taunting sounded inside his head. Swallowing, Tomas fought back the nausea. This wasn't how it usually went.