#and that’s how I arrange my fics

[keef-a-corn]

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag, my child @clownery-and-fuckery

Okay… uhh…

TBB fic 9 - Omegaverse

TBB Fic 18

“Ugh- Oh, Vod’ika. You’re too young.” He gagged, taking the other cup away from Crosshair, 

TBB Fic 17

It had been a simple objective. Lift up the box, take a maximum of 7 steps outside, place the box down, then walk back inside, and return to datapad and ice-pack.

TBB Fic 16

Crosshair got up, grabbing two sticks of remarkably similar features. He walked over to his twin that sat away from the others staring into the flame.

“Come on. Let’s do this.”

TBB Fic 24

“Because Echo wants to get closer with Clone Force 99- and we support our vods.” Rex stated, a smug grin plastered all across his face.

These are the actual titles so ofc I had to do a bit from each

Also all of these are sfw

NPT:

What if I…

@clownery-and-fuckery HAHA AGAIN

@gentle-hero-blog

@mx-jester

@merlinfromberlin

Okay shit…

Ya know what?

I’m leaving it.

[screechingfromthevoid]

Have the crown keepers gone back to sleeping in a pile since Dorian came back?

What have they been doing since Ashton commandeered Fearne?

Is Orym sleeping at Dorian's feet? Feet to feet like before? Or since Fearne's not there he's using Dorian as a pillow?

Or has Orym been avoiding Dorian at night? Has Dorian been avoiding Orym? Do they instinctively choose cots at the opposite ends of the room? Dorian faces the wall so no one sees his eyes are still open? Orym knows his heart would thrum too quickly and give him away?

[spyglahass]

a little thing I did for a friend I got for a secret santa 👉👈

something something, they signed a treaty and have to take part in an official celebration

issue:

fwhip has no idea how to dance AND is a gay mess about it

[yutaan]

The first of two illustrations I did for the MDZS WIP Big Bang! I’m paired with the upcoming fic "If I Should Fall Behind" written by theladyscribe, in which Lan Wangji and Wen Qing enter an arranged marriage! 

“The wedding was not what he had imagined, on those rare occasions Lan Wangji thought of his marriage. Wen Qing stood at the top of the steps, red veil dancing lightly in the wind. Red and gold suited her: a crimson gash on the white marble. Her stance was rigid, as if she, too, would rather be anywhere other than here, fulfilling the wedding contract made between their clans some ten years ago. A small comfort that perhaps he was not alone in this. * A wedding, a war, a friendship, a home.”

The fic will be posted later this month! :D Please keep an eye out, lovelies!

[thousand-sunnies]

every day the collection of fics i want to write grows bigger

[anonyhex]

I was like "oh I should research this pleasure dom thing to make sure I'm doing it right" and next thing I know I'm driving myself crazy going through a "sex menu" for Wyll and Astarion to figure out what Astarion would actually WANT that Wyll would be comfy with and wondering about the dynamics of like "wait ok so if this is right after the end of the game and I'm assuming this is Duke Wyll ending, where are they staying? Wyll's dad's house?? That's awkward! Is Astarion going to be dealing with the headache of trying to prove he should be the owner of the Szarr estate and then going through all the work it would take to SELL the damn thing so they can get a place without Wyll's dad fucking with their sex life? Are Ulder and Astarion going to be having constant arguments and driving Wyll up the wall? WILL HE EVER ACTUALLY GET TO FUCK HIS FIANCE WITHOUT THE FAMILY DRAMA AND POLITICS DRIVING HIM INSANE?" (I have still not beaten the game. I should probably beat the game if I want to go more in depth than "idek there's a forest nearby they can fuck in")

[naranjapetrificada]

New favorite thing about writing this arranged marriage AU: I can be as self-indulgent with historical detail as I want! 🤓🥹🥰

That's one of those things that it's easy to know intellectually but hard to internalize until the actual writing process. Hope y'all are ready to learn about the following representative sample of topics in excruciating detail:

Sauna construction

Food preservation (subtitle: I just think it's neat that borts is more nutritious than modern field rations)

The internal social politics of patrician families in Late Republican Rome*

Horse archery

Archeology at Pompeii*

Guerilla warfare and supply lines

Aqueducts

✨CLOAKS✨

The Battle of Teutoburg Forest*

For now I'm choosing to blame most of this on Stede's autistic coding (cough my own projection cough) but that's really just an excuse. An excuse I'm thrilled to hide behind for my own sanity in the decade it's gonna take me to finish this thing if I continue to keep getting so distracted by research/inventing mythology that will inform the worldbuilding but not make it into the fic with any actual detail.

And you can't stop me!!!!

*this is more inspiration than anything because it's not set in our world and therefore not in actual Rome but you you know what I mean

[whatwooshkai]

Second Chance Blues Chapter Fourteen: Domesticated

Megatron is, unfortunately, in love with Optimus Prime.

[arsenalgbt]

You are the knife I twisted inside myself | chapter vi | 8.5k

“Please don’t do anything stupid,” Ben pleads in a warning tone. “Not now, you’re a married man.” Declan tilts his head. “Decs, do you hear me?”

[starlightkun]

the golden fruit duology ❧ jaemin [masterlist]

❧ series word count: 32.0k

❧ warnings (vary by part): it wouldn’t be a starlightkun fic without some cursing!, mentions of death/dead people but like in the context of him being hades, probably more legal jargon than there should be but i tried to make it as easy to understand as possible i promise (and if you can’t understand some of it, it’s probably not plot-relevant anyway), oh there’s a short scene with a weirdly graphic depiction of eating fruit à la denethor and the tomato in return of the king (iykyk) sorry if that gives you the ick, it gets pretty existential at some points but never overtly angsty

❧ genre: fluff, greek gods/goddesses au, hades jaemin, human reader, it’s another nades au but this time two years late to the trend!, paralegal reader, bit of a ham-fisted persephone allegory, inspired by the gods/goddesses assigned to the work it unit in 2020 for this video, with appearances by aphrodite johnny, bestie jeno, coworkers kun and sicheng, and galactic-threat level menace yangyang

❧ author’s note: omg hiiii i’m back! anyway, enjoy this fun little nades au i’ve prepared for y’all w all the love in my heart! not super accurate to the original greek myths, i was just having fun with hades as a concept rather than a strict characterization. i also watched mike flanagan’s ‘midnight mass’ and read john milton’s ‘paradise lost’ during the time i was writing this so get ready for some slight spiritual/religious iconography and overtones

❧ spotify playlist

⤷ obsidian black  ⤷ pomegranate red

I like to feel your muscles taut and relax, the sinews that bind them pull and release, your blood pump through your veins. I like knowing that all that you are, has miraculously come together and is here, with me.

[tenebrous-academic]

Tragic news, I’m one nervous breakdown away from jumping back on my Kylux bullshit 😔

[cyeayt]

Father Abraham, i hate to tell you this but every single one of your sons is autistic. yes, all 7 of them. now, don't worry medicine and society have come a long way, and with the right treatments, your sons can all live long and happy lives. now tell me, have they ever done anything other than going like that? right, right. now does it still extend to the tongue? only sometimes. noted.

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop au snippet

“I want,” Lucien started, quietly, “To kiss you again.”   Close- she was so near presence was itself practically touch- Nesta said nothing, but he felt her exhale. Grow still past mortal quietude, frozen but moving no further away, watching him with those devastating eyes.   Grey: dawn, dusk, death. Ashes and hopeful harbors. Every becoming and then some.   “But,” she blinked, blinked as he kept going, something wrenching in his chest, “Not more than I want this. To talk to you. To see you. To- I miss you. I miss everything. We don’t have to talk about it. We don’t have to do anything about it. I won’t touch you. I just”-   He’d started quiet. Never raised his voice and never would, but the words were beginning to come out uneven, surging as the tide crashing in below them.   Nesta stopped him with a hand. Quicker than even Lucien could see in motion, twisting their fingers together in a move that for all that strength, all the speed, was gentle as the gesture. “Lucien.”   “I won’t ever,” Lucien promised lowly.   “Lucien,” Nesta repeated, furiously.   Nesta Archeron, who if Tamlin had chosen her would have slit his throat in sleep. Nesta, and her bookstore of exquisite, illegal stories. Nesta, in the snow, more fae than human even in her mortal body now, nose to his pulse.    Her timelines, her choices, her ever-ready scathing laugh.   Nesta Archeron, Lord of the Storm Gate, keystone of the Cauldron’s power, breaker of worlds and Lucien’s whole heart.   “Lucien,” she hissed. Power and heat, and how could he not look? It was only then, holding his gaze, that Nesta said, “I’m not afraid of you.”   It tasted like truth, the scent of her a whole blaze, but-   “You were,” Lucien managed to say, utterly quiet. “Afraid.”

[kirythestitchwitch]

Unnamed 'No Roses On Your Bones' Sequel - opening pitch

Caroline’s phone pinged loudly as she was leaving work around 1 AM, tired and sore from ensuring the reception dinner for a local politician’s son’s wedding went smoothly. It could have been more of a nightmare than it had been–the parents of the groom were, true to type, a giant disaster waiting for a place to happen–but the actual couple had been lovely and clearly smiling for pictures while waiting for it to be time to bolt for the Bahamas for two weeks. At least Caroline could help the pair out by finding social situations for the parents to solve periodically, thereby pulling them away for a few minutes. It was a juggling act, but Caroline was very good at her job.

Sticky and hot in the muggy July air, the air was practically dead in the underground employee parking lot of The Drake Hotel. Fishing her phone out of her purse, she waved a hand at the security guard in her booth when she passed by. As she walked to her car parked not that far away, she thumbed through her notifications, keeping an eye out around her just in case. Kol had put out a new video, better save that for tomorrow morning. Bekah’s Story said she was at a party at Tao Chicago nightclub, which might be true, but when Caroline had asked her if she wanted to stop by for dinner on her break, she’d said she had to work tonight.

The newest notification was a text from Klaus. Before she could read it, she stuffed her phone into her bra as she unlocked her car and opened the door, tossed her purse in on the passenger seat, and got in. Palming the door locks as she started the car, she sat for a second while the Bluetooth linked up and her music playlist started up over the speakers. Then she pulled out her phone and opened his message. When she read it, she immediately huffed, typing out her own message.

Caroline paused a moment before pointing out that you basically have to commit murder or sign over your firstborn for those tickets this late into the season. Right, she was talking to Klaus. 

Squinting at the screen, Caroline tapped her finger against the side of her phone, thinking. This man held too many cards. Dropping her phone in her cupholder, Caroline tapped the car's touch screen of her contacts until Klaus' name came up. When the sound system started ringing, she pulled out of the parking spot.

"Hello, love," As was often the case when Klaus picked up, his voice sounded like this was the best part of his day.

"I have some conditions," Caroline said as she weaved through the underground parking lot.

She could hear him grinning. "Of course you do." There was a pause. "You're not driving, are you?"

Huffing, she pulled up to the exit and waited while the security bar lifted to let her car out to the street. "Excuse you, glass houses? Those who text and drive do not get to throw stones."

His voice filled with disgruntled pique. "If my insurance agent can't prove I did it, I don't think you should be able to hold it against me."

"Harassment-free technicalities don't include insurance fraud, Klaus." Her way was clear and she pulled out into the street. At this time of night, the streets were free of anything resembling traffic, and it wouldn’t take too long to get back to her apartment. Normally she took the L during the day since there was a stop near her apartment, but the last two times she’d taken the elevated train that ran through most of Chicago at night, she’d been not-so-discretely followed by one of the guys she had one-hundred-percent seen playing bouncer at one of the doors of a Mikaelson underground casino. Which sibling was being an over-protective weirdo might have been a guessing game, if she wasn’t fully aware that exactly one of them had a mysteriously accurate bead on her schedule. 

“Perhaps they should? If you’d only spoken to my secretary after your last accident–”

“Zzzt!” Caroline shushed him with one hand, despite him being unable to see it. “That was a tiny little fender bender, hardly worth Dana’s time. I’m saving my descent into villainy for something really worth it.”

“Like baseball tickets.” The smug tone was back in his voice again.

Caroline tapped her fingers against the steering wheel at a red light. “I am not descending, I’m merely… slouching.” When his soft laugh rumbled across the line, she may have preened slightly. Whatever, he'd never know. "Anyways. My conditions."

[flowerakatsuka]

it's so funny that the sextuplets die and go to hell in s2 season finale hahaha... anyways, i've been thinking a lot of how mortality is a underlying theme with kuroba's character and how they're constantly forced to think about it with the work that they do and the losses they've experienced themself.

[woulddieforloki]

WAIT I JUST REALIZED THERE ARE THREE LOKIS IN THE TRAILER ONE LOKI FOR MOBIUS ONE LOKI FOR SYLVIE ONE LOKI TO FIFTH WHEEL AND ONLY FEEL SLIGHTLY BITTER BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS THOUGHT ROMANCE WAS OVERRATED ANYWAY MULTISHIPPERS RISE. IT IS OUR TIME.