I Love When The Fic Get Longer And Longer During The Writing Process Than It Was First Planned, I'm Afraid

I love when the fic get longer and longer during the writing process than it was first planned, I'm afraid my latest fic project could end up being 20,000 words.

A little preview of where I'm up to: Sudden pain struck Liquiir's left side of his head, his fingers hurried to ease and hold his head to turn around back to his bench. Sighing. Not now. Slow steps, gentle steps, as if not to disturb the silence in the arena, to sneak through the shock without gaining attention. He doesn't know how far he is to his assigned place, his vision is blurry and the living, heart-beating people are now smudged colours in a watercolour painting. His head pushing him to collapse, a lingering threat and fear is all he can think about and a surrender to collapsing can stop these thoughts. In peace, in the darkness, nothingness nor do they suffer from humiliation and loss. I dared to understand or think of that. Ah ah, my head is killing me. Proud not being gone, witnessing the losses of the entirety of Universe 9 made him grateful for his and Supreme Kai's efforts but developing irritating malaise in his stomach. To reconfirm himself, he ceases his thoughts and accepts Omni Kings' decisions with no further words along with a compressed spirit of his.

A pull around his waist, an invisible force securing him, guided him, step there, step there, he stopped and sat down where he put his head on someone's comforting shoulder. Where his fingers used to be on his head, strong, burly fingers that were not his, massaged his head. Eventually, relief did come.

Korn continues to confront the source of Liquiir's headache with his fingers for some time, until he hears a satisfied hum where he dropped his hand onto Liquiir's shoulder. Iru passed a look at Korn, which he and Korn nodded in reassurance, the Supreme Kai reached for Liquiir's hand to spread the warm sensation glow to relax his muscles after the destroyer clenched his own arm way too hard. The destroyer grasped Iru's hand softly and extended his arm near to Korn's touch.

"Thank you, both." He let out a yawn and closed his eyes.

"Lord Liquiir, don't think of falling asleep, the tournament barely took off." Iru lets off his hand so Korn can heal some bruises that appeared on his lord's hand. He didn't move his head to respond to Iru, but raised his voice so Iru heard him.

"Schedule an quick nap gap after the tournament, before the plan. Korn make sure I will be ready by then."

Roya Hassouna, a displaced Palestinian woman, plays the oud for children at a camp in Rafah, creating a musical circle in a bid to support their mental health and to block out the sound of war planes amid Israel’s ongoing attacks on Gaza.

— Middle East Eye (@MiddleEastEye) December 20, 2023

Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajioon

May Allāh grant them Jannat ul Firdaws. Aameen

Reminder that Palestinians in Gaza are being deliberately starved by Israel. Families in gaza are boiling plant leaves and eating them. They're also eating animals and birds food to stay alive. There are reported cases of kids and infants who died out of hunger and/ or cold. Starving people is part of genocide too. Remember how fast medicine was provided for the Israeli hostages, while Palestinians are starving for food and water and getting operations and amputations performed with no medication or anesthesia whatsoever.

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I love how happy Merus looks