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FELLOW WRITEBLRS!

A quick one:

I want to get more involved with people's current WIPs on this lil' corner of tumblr, but I'm finding it hard to get a foothold since it can be overwhelming jumping into something that someone's been working on for potentially months/years on each individual blog.

SO in an attempt to gather some of these WIPs in one place for me and others to browse, I'd love it if you could reblog this with a few lines/paragraphs about your plot/characters, maybe with links to any WIP intros you have and the genre too.

Just an idea! I want new ocs to obsess over!

My example under the cut!:

Tales from the Black Plains (intro) (tag) is a historical revisionist 'anti'-western with low fantasy elements and a focus on characters and romance. It's adult fiction with dark themes.

It'll be a collection of 'prequel' stories leading into one major novel, revolving around a group of outlaws called the Jack Fowler Gang and the morally ambiguous crew who band together to oppose them.

At the centre of the major plot is the enemies-to-lovers bond between gang leader Jack Fowler and Abigail Stone, the sheriff's daughter. Fowler is searching for something and takes over Abigail's town to find it. With the sheriff away, Abigail feels an obligation to step up and protect her town. But things get complicated when she figures out his true motives and discovers that Jack Fowler might be the only thing standing between the Black Plains and catastrophe.

Jack x Abigail ship tag

Ship breakdown for all the cast (including tropes)

Tagging some mutuals (with no obligations) to join in!:

@bardic-tales, @seastarblue, @cc-writes-stuff, @revenantlore, @abiteofhoney

@leahnardo-da-veggie, @unlivresanstitre, @orphanheirs, @badscientist, @frostedlemonwriter

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Hiya! Can you do a snippet about person a and person b in a loving relationship but person a ends up falling under influence of a love potion and falling for person c. Person a is aware of being under a love potion but can’t help the feeling they feel for person c and feels guilty they feel nothing for person b

“It’s a love potion,” B said. “It’s not your fault.” 

“What?” 

B smiled at them, gently.  “We’ve been married for five years - I know what you look like when you’re in love with me. It’s okay. Just, take a breath. Tell me what’s going on in your head.”

Ever since ‘the incident’ as they were calling it, A had been going through the motions. They still remembered the little acts of care they used to do after all, the words, the routines of love even if it was harder when it felt like they were going through the motions out of duty more than real emotion. 

A stared at them. 

B squeezed their hand, and A’s heart and head had forgotten love but the body remembered in nerve ending and memory. 

A sat down next to them and took a deep, shaky breath. 

The first thing they had done, when they learned what exactly they had drank, was tell B. That was what you did in good relationships, you talked about the problems. But they hadn’t told them...

“I feel nothing.” It felt both like release and poison to finally say it aloud. “Absolutely nothing. It’s not even that I suddenly have strong negative emotions towards you...there’s just nothing. I’m so sorry.” The rancid guilt of it twisted them up inside. 

“Well, you love me,” B said, calm and reasonable as ever. “The potion has to muffle that somehow. You feeling nothing is a lot more comforting than anything else, actually.”

“Really?” That wasn’t something A had thought of. They’d thought...well, they’d thought that perhaps they’d never loved B properly, if it could all be wiped away so easily. If they were truly in love, shouldn’t the power of love burn through the potion? 

“Really.” A sighed. “Love, real love, isn’t built in a day or a week. It’s not going to break in one either. We’ll fix this and - in the meantime, we’ll adapt. If you’re not feeling it now that’s okay. Plenty of marriages go through that. We survive.”

“You make it sound so easy.” 

B’s smile grew a fraction tighter.  “Not easy. Not easy at all.” They laughed, mirthlessly. “I think this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But - as said, love potion. It’s rather extenuating circumstances, don’t you think? It’s not like you can control your feelings when your feelings are literally drugged by your abusive fucker of an ex.” 

The love potion they had been given was set to last for one year.

“It’s not-”

“Not abuse?” B looked at them. “I appreciate you love them at the moment, they’ve made sure of that, and I appreciate you want to defend them because of that but...giving someone a love potion.” B looked sick. “No one can consent under a love potion. You know that.”

“It feels real.” Another confession, barely audible. 

B swallowed, but nodded. 

It was A’s turn to squeeze their hand, because that was what someone would do. “I could disappear for a year,” they said, softly. “Then you wouldn’t have to watch this. You wouldn’t have to watch me -” Be in love with someone else. They couldn’t finish. 

B’s shoulders tensed.

“You’re vulnerable. You may not love me right now, but I bloody adore you. You don’t leave people you love alone in this state.” 

And A...A didn’t love them, they didn’t even feel a stirring for those words which would have once made everything in them ache so sweetly. 

But they remembered that they would have. 

They remembered the routines of love. 

They just had to last the year, right? Plenty of people survived a year in tormented love, the kind of love that burned and snagged at your attention, consumed you. It wasn’t B, even in the honeymoon period, B had always been something safer than the feeling that the poets liked to rave about it. They were home. 

C was...C was fireworks, and the chance to end up in smoke and wreckage and leave the stars blazing, and...

They were memories too. 

The routines of ups and downs, of C going through their phone because they didn’t trust A and didn’t want to share them with anybody. It was the screaming fights and the dramatic romantic gestures that tried to sweep all of those things away as if the fear didn’t matter. It was the ‘I want you so badly’ that it was flattering and terrifying, and then a little hollow because it had never mattered to C if A wanted as much right then. 

Flattering, the love potion, whispered again. B doesn’t love like you that. Wouldn’t B be screaming at you if they actually cared about you? Nobody would be this sensible about you loving someone else if they actually loved you. 

C was a love potion. 

A heady cocktail. A toxic theft. 

A had worked so hard to get over at that feeling, and now it coursed in their veins again, slipped into a drink. 

And A...A wanted, in the way that moths wanted light even if they would die for it.

A felt the first sob tear from their throat. 

They couldn’t wait for this year to be done. 

This was not the kind of love worth having.

B held them, and they felt nothing. 

“One year, sweetheart,” B murmured against their ear. “We’ll get through this too.”

They would.

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Rowen's Master list

My Ao3

Metallica

Klars - will add more

Hot Chocolate

Unfun in the tub - NSFW

Stars - NSFW

Rain and Ice

Writers Pride Month master list

Tool

Life Finds a way It's a Firefly/SIFI au, where they are a polycule. - WIP

Art and Bass Strings - This is an AU where Tool never formed. Adam stayed in the film and art industry. Justin still plays bass for a band. The chapters are nonlinear. -WIP

Both

Shadow and String master list - for writers month 23. Has both Metallica and Tool. Some crossovers.

Hidden Book of August - Writers Month 24 (It did turn into a cross over or I may do some Klars for a few prompts. idk what will come out of my brain each day.) Update: most of it turned out to be Adam/Kirk. Idk why, it just happened.

Fluffy October Flufftober 24. Mostly Adam/Kirk, some Adam/Justin and hints of Klars. No beta.

Requests, asks, random prompts

Kissing anywhere but the lips Kirk/Adam

Coming Soon

Hazbin Hotel

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I had the sudden strange urge to write a novella romcom about a zombie and a werewolf couple.

Title?

Throw Me A Bone

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I had the sudden strange urge to write a novella romcom about a zombie and a werewolf couple.

Title?

Throw Me A Bone

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i just saw a tiktok (<- cursed cursed site) that started out good, talking about how "show don't tell" is something you should keep in mind. It used the example of "instead of saying 'she opened the door', try 'her shaking hand twisted the doorknob, letting out a loud creak'".

And, yeah, if you're trying to convey the hesitance, fear, and eventual sucking-it-up that seems to be going on in the scene, that's great.

But.

The tiktok ended with, "see? Showing is ALWAYS better." And I just...

Friends & enemies, that's how you end up with that insufferable always-showing always-active YA writing style that does not know when to just shut up and say "she opened the door".

Because, yeah, I'll say it. Sometimes "she opened the door" IS better. Sometimes, the act of opening the door is literally just announcing a setting change, and you don't need to focus on it.

Show don't tell is about conveying important or relevant information, not about literally everything you're writing. You're allowed to say "she opened the door" & similar, and in fact, I encourage it in many scenarios.

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I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.

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[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset

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This is from a flufftober piece I wrote this last year that was a lot more hurt/comfort than I meant but I still absolutely loved

Shaggy's hand shook as he reached out to stroke the tombstone, his fingers touched the cold stone and he recoiled. Instead he brought his hand up to touch the metal that was warmed against his throat. He traced the "SD" on the diamond shape and sighed. He closed his eyes as tears welled up.

A hand closed over Shaggy's shoulder and he swore his heart stopped for a moment. His eyes were flying open as he turned. Blinking his eyes in confusion at the familiar face.

"Hey, Shaggy." Fred squeezed his shoulder. His blue eyes dropping to the teal collar loosely hanging on Shaggy's throat.

From "Collared"

I have an idea! 💜 (if you don't mind such thing, of course!)

Everyone reblog this ask and write about the fic you're the most proud of. Published one, unpublished one, work in progress, doesn't matter! Just say some nice things about your work. 💜

Heck yeah! Feel free to share a few sentences you’re proud of! Tag a friend or several!

I’ll go first!

This is a line of dialogue from a semi-crack fic my friend and I work on periodically:

“I highly doubt there’s a bomb in your e-mail, Timothy,” Jon says, emerging from his office, looking all for the world like a disgruntled rat in a posh button-up and knitted sweater. A posh rat — a prat, if you will.

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I have an idea! 💜 (if you don't mind such thing, of course!)

Everyone reblog this ask and write about the fic you're the most proud of. Published one, unpublished one, work in progress, doesn't matter! Just say some nice things about your work. 💜

Heck yeah! Feel free to share a few sentences you’re proud of! Tag a friend or several!

I’ll go first!

This is a line of dialogue from a semi-crack fic my friend and I work on periodically:

“I highly doubt there’s a bomb in your e-mail, Timothy,” Jon says, emerging from his office, looking all for the world like a disgruntled rat in a posh button-up and knitted sweater. A posh rat — a prat, if you will.

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I have an idea! 💜 (if you don't mind such thing, of course!)

Everyone reblog this ask and write about the fic you're the most proud of. Published one, unpublished one, work in progress, doesn't matter! Just say some nice things about your work. 💜

Heck yeah! Feel free to share a few sentences you’re proud of! Tag a friend or several!

I’ll go first!

This is a line of dialogue from a semi-crack fic my friend and I work on periodically:

“I highly doubt there’s a bomb in your e-mail, Timothy,” Jon says, emerging from his office, looking all for the world like a disgruntled rat in a posh button-up and knitted sweater. A posh rat — a prat, if you will.

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We all agree, right?

AI to write your novel is wrong

A bargain with a demon to write your novel is okay

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Your protagonist is forced to attend a public high school in our world. Worse, joining an extracurricular is mandatory.

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Anthology Blast! Nov. 2024

For this challenge, I'm going to aim to complete 12 short stories, 6 from each anthology, before the end of the month. Read more about it here! I'll update this list whenever I post a completed story, first on Ko-Fi and then on Tumblr.

Tales from Athendrolyn

Stone Hearted - Available on Ko-fi

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Athendrolyn After Dark

Horsing Around - Available on Ko-Fi

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