#100 words a chapter fic

[absent-enigma]

Tiny Tentacled Menace Acquired

Mermay 2023 au undertale fic (also on Ao3). T rating for canon-typical violence and Nightmare's gang bottling up emotions/ignoring them/bad coping. And baby meroctopus Nightmare, where no one in the castle knows how or why it happened/have to figure out how to fix it.

Ch 1-5

Ch 1

Dust had to be hallucinating during his late night wandering. His aching skull pounded as he struggled to puzzle out what was blocking his way in the middle of the hall.

Nightmare?

…sort of.

Nightmare was inches taller than him. What was on the floor was decidedly more…child-sized.

Dust blinked, mind slow to inform him that many tentacles extended down from said babybones waist.

A tiny skull and ribcage hunkered down atop partially curled wriggling tentacles, small arms wrapped around those. A solemn eye light stared up curiously.

Dust wasn’t participating in drinking games with the guys ever again.

Ch 2

The babybones didn’t vanish after blinking, so Dust apparently wasn’t dreaming.

“NOW’S YOUR CHANCE, SANS! KILL HIM WHILE HE CAN’T FIGHT BACK.”

Dust ignored phantom Papyrus’s terrible advice as he crouched, holding out a hand. Dust’s static grin became strained when the babybones lashed out. Minuscule suckers on teal-tinted black tentacles clung to bone, the limbs slowly wrapping up the length of Dust’s arm, in as crushing a grip as the child could manage.

Nightmare hissed a warning as the tiny half-and-half skeleton-octopus grasped and gnawed on Dust’s hand, tentacle tips wriggling furiously.

Dust watched Nightmare ‘attack’ him, completely baffled.

Ch 3

Itty-bitty sucker imprints were left behind once Dust gently removed the tentacles.

“No!” Little fists smacked him. “No! Leggo!” The babybones was barely a foot tall, minus the tentacles, which seemed over twice Nightmare’s body length.

Dust gave the tiny skull a scritch.

A grumpy purr sounded.

Cute.

“KILL IT WITH FIRE.”

“shut up, paps.”

Nightmare twisted, tentacles latching around Dust’s neck.

“time for bed, kid.”

“No!”

Tentacles smacked Dust in the face.

“YES! SUFFOCATE SANS’ USELESS COCCYX!”

Dust wrangled Nightmare off, zipping him up in his jacket. The babybones wriggled unhappily, glumly curling up once Dust began to walk.

Ch 4

The insidious whispers of his hallucinations kept Dust wide awake.

Already, a half-mad giggling fit had begun.

Dust violently twitched when tentacles firmly wrapped around his ribcage.

“I help you.” Nightmare informed Dust solemnly.

“…don’t gotta do that.” Dust eventually mumbled, reaching up to support the babybones.

Nightmare didn’t respond, focused on balancing Dust’s negativity via siphoning off the excess.

Phantom Papyrus was silent.

Nightmare soon let out a satisfied hum before sleepily snuggling into the crook of Dust’s arm, hands tucked up against his collarbone.

Dust couldn’t help but poke a goopy cheekbone.

A tentacle swatted him.

“heh. g’night.”

Ch 5

Dust felt numb, his mind mercifully silent; a side-effect of drained negativity.

“Cold.” Nightmare wormed his little skele-octopus self beneath Dust’s shirt and into his ribcage. Nightmare comfortably curled up, tentacles settling. The babybones hugged one to his chest.

“hey, m’ribs aren’t a hotel.”

“Warm.”

“you can’t sleep there.” Dust slipped a hand beneath the tentacles. “c’mon.” Something nipped him. “…why do you have a beak like an octopus?” Dust deadpanned, prodding a chubby cheekbone. “You already have a mouth.”

“Because!”

“not an answer.”

“Is too!”

“isn’t.”

”Is!”

”nah.”

Dust grimaced when Nightmare threw a temper tantrum inside his ribcage.

[spacedace]

Must one write a fanfic in order with all the relevant details for the story to make sense?

Can't it just be vibes and a collection of scenes and moments from the vague idea of a plot in whatever order they get written in with some of those scenes being the same scene but Different This Time or actively contradicting other scenes?

Next you're going to tell me I have to actually WRITE the fic for it to be written

[plusultraetc]

Fourteen Days of MHA | 13/14: Future, Growth, Change, Evolution

[Vague manga spoilers in the caption!! The snippet itself is all au :) ]

The aforementioned old WIP!! Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about this fic A Lot in light of recent chapters. It was originally inspired by this theory by class1akids and this post by sassypantsjaxon (which also inspired a web weave; that post hit me like a truck at the time okay? & you know what it still does!!) Anyway, I still have a lot of wildly different feelings about 'Kuroboro,' but if you want a fic rec that handles the concept in a really cool way, check out Crumbled Rooftops by Kyurilin on ao3!

Okay, that's enough links for one post. Snippet :D

[inevitablestars]

snippet game!

ty for the tags @calamitoustide and @starsworth <3

rules: If you get tagged, reblog with roughly 100 words of a WIP. No explanation, just the snippet.

They know what is going to happen before it does. Their eyes close and they are standing at that same cliff they are always at. It’s like an old friend, in a twisted way. Each time they have been here before, they get pushed and then jolted back. It’s never been their choice to go over, and it’s never been their choice to be pulled back. They hate the rush they feel in their chest. 

This time is going to be different. It has to be, that’s the only way to stop the falling for good. 

Sirius stands there on the edge of that cliff just looking out. Unsure what is out there, hoping it’s better. The bottom is too far away to see what’s down there either. Knowing that no one is going to push them off aside from themself, they look over as much as they can. Trying to see, trying to figure out how this will end. They hope it’s soft. Gentle. Welcoming. Things that life never was to them. 

They jump. And they feel… Free. Weightless. That’s how it feels. As a kid you’re taught to be afraid of falling, of getting hurt, of heights. None of those things are scary in the end. No one tells you that the best feeling in the world is in mid air where nothing matters. You’re flying, you’re floating, you’re the most free you have ever been. It’s amazing. It’s not something to be afraid of, it never really was. 

no pressure tagging: @twisted-tales-told @otrtbs @mayescapade @roblogging @itsjaywalkers @aurorboros @galaxostars and anyone else who wants to! :)

[n7punk]

i cant believe this stupid fucking idea became my longest sapphic september fic 😭

[passthroughtime]

today i’m thinking about “different first meeting” kuwagami scenario where kuwana is acquainted with kaito beforehand, BUT not as friends, but as fuckbuddies at most. maybe, even just as a one night stand.

yagami comes to kaito’s apartment because he couldn’t reach him or something, and sees another new guy coming out of his shower; this isn’t news for him that kaito occasionally hooked up with random women and men alike, with preference in the former. yagami pays kuwana no mind and actively deflects any advances from him, thinking that kuwana sees him as another fuckbuddy of kaito. yagami doesn’t fuck around that much, and definitely isn’t in the mood to find somebody to stay the night with: they have an urgent case, and there isn’t any other thing on his mind at the moment.

while kuwana falls in love with yagami at the first sight. sure it’s weird to fall for a business partner of the guy he just fucked and isn’t going to remember for long. but, yagami is perfect, in some stupid way. kuwana says something dumb, gets rejected, and his hurting heart tells him he can’t let yagami go. he hasn’t felt this way about anyone in years.

so, he starts to hang around kaito much more frequently, they may even be called friends at some point. yagami thinks they are dating; this is the last thing kuwana wants him to think.

although, they click with each other pretty quickly; with all the annoyance, it’s fun to bicker with him, rarely being serious, picking on him and being picked on in turn. but it also frustrates yagami, because he sees that kuwana doesn’t really care about kaito (the amount he'd expect of the guy kaito is together with). while kuwana sees that yagami worries for kaito, and thinks that it’s in that way. once, he, heartbroken and losing hope, asks what yagami sees in kaito (as a possible romantic partner), but words it badly and is understood even worse. yagami falls out with kuwana, and they stop talking altogether.

yagami sulks and is very upset, because he thought they had something special going there, even if it was just a mutual interest, which wouldn’t turn into anything else. kuwana stops talking to kaito, explaining to him that it was because he couldn’t bear to be with yagami in one room when he hates him so much. his words kind of insinuate of kuwana’s feelings for yagami, but kaito doesn’t catch the hint.

some time passes, and yagami and kaito talk about kuwana. yagami says that he regrets so much cutting kuwana off from his life. kaito remembers what kuwana said, tells it to yagami as word for word as he could remember, and though he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, yagami sees kuwana’s message clearly.

yagami can’t reach him by his number (it’s out of service), so he comes to his house in ijincho. he isn’t home, but yagami waits for him. approaching his house, kuwana sees him sitting on the steps and asks, “did you not cuss me enough?” and everything he says is openly antagonizing. yagami tries to talk to him calmly, but with time kuwana, unyielding, starts to piss him off. yagami says something along, “and here i thought you’d want me to apologize to you” and storms out the house with an intention to drink this anger away and come back.

kuwana isn’t able to stop him (when he tries, yagami punches him in the nose so hard kuwana sees stars, and it starts bleeding), but he finds him leaning on the railing in the nearby parking lot, with cheep beer in his hands. “you didn’t escape far. feeling guilty?”, kuwana asks, meaning his injury. “yes,” yagami answers, meaning the argument that lead them to stop talking with each other.

kuwana asks to share his beer with him, to which yagami complies, and jokes about them having an indirect kiss. “so childish,” yagami says, “we are long past the age of indirect kisses.” “do you want an ‘adult’ kiss?” kuwana jokingly asks, falling into their playful type of talking naturally. “yes,” yagami answers, and kuwana hears no ridicule in turn. he kisses him and tries to say that he wanted to kiss him for as long as they know each other.

“i knew that all this time,” yagami interrupts him, “but i didn’t want a kiss from somebody who isn’t serious about it.” after kuwana’s question of what has changed, yagami answers, “because now i also know you want more from me than this, or sex, or whatever. makes kissing you a lot less disgusting.” kuwana laughs, and yagami steals this sound with another kiss.

[i-am-beckyu]

Writing for me atm be like this:

and this

and also this

Oh and can't forget this!

Yeah writing has been going great recently......

[divinekangaroo]

just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | ?

During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.

Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.

No. No old age. Only this.

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Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Diana Mitford/Oswald Mosley, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s

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[autumn-solitude]

My in-between wip fic

Prepare for silliness, fluff, pining ect. with Cross/Killer and a Star Sans poly for main pairings (plus background ones/platonic too) with very short chapters to amuse myself with.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54116953/chapters/137017999

[rain-world-positivity-blog]

woe, autism be upon ye!!!

[scham-wcan]

New Elemental chapter is also up!

[f-perspective]

Monsterfucking & You (a geraskier fic preview)

Chapter 1: All Its Sad Goodbyes

Geralt was absolutely not worried about Jaskier. It was perfectly normal for the bard to disappear, especially at night. He was probably -- actually undoubtedly -- just off sleeping with some of the people he had been making eyes at during his performance in the tavern earlier in the evening. So Geralt found himself sitting alone in their shared inn room, definitely not pining. Because witchers don’t pine. He was just annoyed with the unpredictability of his traveling companion, and not knowing whether he was currently dying slowly in some ditch, or being lavished as the centerpiece of  a fantastic orgy that Geralt was, of course, not invited to. 

Grumbling, he finally moved to take off his boots and strip to his smallclothes. Geralt had  been staring at the wall long enough that the cracks were beginning to form faces, and figured it was about time to at least pretend to sleep. Since Jaskier had become a constant in his life, Geralt had gotten used to having him nearby while he slept, so without him, he had no hope for actually sleeping. He refused to think too deeply on why the absence bothered him so much beyond a simple disruption of habit.

He also decided he did not have the energy to once again mentally berate himself about letting a human have such an impact on him, and how it spoke poorly to his future witchering. Never mind the implications for his future more generally after the human’s inevitable -- likely untimely, what with traveling beside a witcher and all the danger that entailed, and Jaskier’s reckless nature besides -- demise. Absolutely not thinking about it.

With his swords resting against a wall and a moody sigh, Geralt fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. His mind thought that precise moment was a fantastic opportunity to serenade him with “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher,” because he obviously didn’t miss Jaskier. Not even a little.

After about the fifth round of the song concluded in his head, Geralt heard a commotion in the hallway outside the room. Feeling content and uninterested, he stayed put. Though, as fate would have it, the noise was coming toward the room. In fact, whoever it was seemed to have taken to repeatedly running into the door to his room. Well, that was enough of an excuse for him to get out of bed and perhaps make some random drunk shit himself. Just Geralt’s type of fun. Getting out of bed and putting  on his meanest witcher face, he opened the door, and found Jaskier — of course it was Jaskier — falling directly into his arms. Ideal, in some other scenario, but concerning or decidedly annoying in this one. 

“Geralt! You will not believe it, I have just seen the most magnificent thing! I saw, prepare yourself, I saw a bouquet of penises!” Jaskier didn’t seem drunk, somehow off, but not drunk. He had managed to grab on to Geralt’s biceps and was staring into his eyes, deeply serious. “It was magnificent.” A brief pause. “Also, I suspect that I may be dying.” 

[practicecourts]

I've been really bad about this but as sweet @athenasparrow and @charmsandtealeaves (yes you too) have taught me it's good to celebrate things (yup dear I tagged you in here also so I wouldn't have zero response - this way I'm safe ;-)

So here goes in order to celebrate this story being almost (and this time for real!!) finished with only the epilogue to go I want to play a game (trick or treat if you will since it's almost the 31st!! )

Next chapter is unsurprisingly Petunia's wedding day, including a short George Evans POV (as requested in the poll ) Send me a word and if it's in the last chapter I'll give you the sentence. Or

Send me a scene /scenario you wish/think might happen and I'll give you a yes/no answer. I plan to be able to edit the last chapter and answer around the 31st of October (gives us all something more fun to think about right ;-)

[jartnell]

Love making silly little notes about my fic plot point ideas. Hate actually having to write it and flesh them out

[suplexjones]

too many wips. too many difficult to execute ideas