#Anyone want a WIP snippit?

[majorproblems77]

Yall, metamorphosis is a ride holy shit

[romaine2424]

Last Daily Blog September 19, 2023

Well, it was worth a try, but this didn't turn out like I hoped. For one, I couldn't keep up with a Daily blog or Weekly. My priority has always been on getting my writing done first, and since I've gone to a scheduled posting of once a week for my WIP, I haven't found the time. And since the goal of this was for more fandom interaction, I kind of failed there, too, so I lost the inclination.

I'm also going to stop posting my weekly WIP fic updates. My last post last Tuesday, and Reblog the next day got one Like. There could be a variety of reasons, but this is consistent. If I post a rec for someone else's fic or reblog something, I'll get a fair amount of Likes and Reblogs. If it is my own work....... So, since I have less than 200 followers, it's not a productive way to promote my own work. In other words, my fandom ego gets embarrassed. I do understand that I tend to write niche or on-the-edge Drarry fics. From politics to trans-female!Draco with Harry during the 2-year transition, and this one where we have bi-sexual!Harry (Draco's is in Azkaban for 30 years, and Harry has to marry to uphold the family bloodline). I get it. LOL

So, one last time: Chapter 15 of The Azkaban Letters is up. Next week Harry enters the Portrait Room to meet all of his ancestors.

Okay, enough about my personal issues. BTW I will continue reccing fics and watchout, @hd-fan-fair is coming up in October!

What I've Been Reading:

I'm thoroughly enjoying @oflights The Star Splitter. This is a Drarry Chapter fic that is updated regularly.

Summary:

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

@oflights is such an amazing plotter. Currently, there are seven chapters posted (34.5K), and Draco is in so much trouble that I haven't a clue how it can get resolved. It's truly delicious reading about Draco taking care of 7-year-old Harry but knowing he shouldn't be.

The Star Splitter on AO3

more recs and then fandom resources under the cut

@squintclover is a new author for me. She's got a very sweet 2 chapter fic going on where the first chapter has been posted. Twirling Cords (like in the muggle movies). I liked it so much that I perused her other fics posted and found this amazing gem. For anyone who loves Matilda and Ms Honey, Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 (2K) is a must read.

Summary:

A look at Harry Potter's life from the POV of his year 4 teacher, Miss Drew.

Snippit:

These are the last two lines of the opening scene:

We all go into teaching wanting to be Miss Honey. But none of us want to meet our Matilda.  Harry Potter is my Matilda. 

I don't tear up often, but in only 2K, I most certainly did.

Harry Potter; Miss Drew's Class; Y4 On AO3

Please give lots of love and comments to both fics!

Tumblr Resources:

How could I not do this section without mentioning thee amazing @sitp-recs. Reccer Extraordinaire! I'm guessing every one of my followers is a follower of Liv. Her pinned post is so nice and simple, but OMG there is so much under all of those links.

I was in complete awe this past Spring/Summer when she did the Rapid Fire Rec series. I mean come on, how did she do that? Someone gives her a prompt, and she turns around and gives 3 stories dealing with that prompt.

Liv doesn't do Fic Finds; she doesn't tolerate hate or neg comments. What she does is spread Drarry (fic and art) love in every way you can imagine. Tons of love and respect for @sitp-recs for all she does to keep Drarry and some of those rare pairs alive in hp fandom.

One last resource. I've had this on my list to post, but I couldn't track down the author. For those who write about Harry's childhood abuse, this is for you. If you know who compiled this list, please let me know, and I'll give the credit! It's well deserved.

HP Abuse

Okay, that's a wrap. It was fun!

As mentioned above, I'll still be doing recs and other commentary.

Cheers,

Rom

[yersina]

Title Tag Game

Thanks to @lunaryugamine for tagging me!!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippit or tell them something about it.

This isn’t everything in my WIPs bc there’s some stuff I’ve been publishing on anon but it’s almost everything in my recents folder that I’ve either been working on or hope to come back to someday!

hq x kn8 crossover au

hoshi/mina/kafka

precanon hoshinaru

kn8 supernatural au

inuokko snapshots

mafia jangchu continuation?

flower shop tattoo shop

catboy

ace!jaeyoung

ace!sangwoo pt2

ace!sangwoo pt3

part switch sangwoo jaeyoung

joowon ocpd fic??

I’m gonna cap it here bc otherwise this’ll go on forever lol

I’ll pass the tag along to @butterfirefly @tploz @chanisangels @sctir and anyone else who might want to participate! :)

[taco-night-frenzy]

I haven't posted my WIPS here in a long long time but I decided, why not. I'm worth it I've been working on a fairly meaty spin-off series for my Detective Luigi series starring Vivian Paper Mario (TTYD)! She's the detective now, we're in her POV! She's a cute lil spooky trans girl goin to visit Bow's (Paper Mario 64) Mansion to solve a murder mystery!! There we'll find a buncha characters throughout the Mario series and find DA KILLER ok here's various wip snippets ilu thanks

and here's some of the characters/suspects. For now I've only got Dry Bowser, Johnathon Johnny Jones (Mario RPG) and Tatanga the alien (Mario Land) but I also plan on adding Booster, some other fellas, and a returning Boo from Luigi's Mansion

that's it for now. I could probably post the first chapter up here in general if I felt like it?? but I mean this in the least guilt tripping way, I do not think a single person will read it on this site. If anyone actually DID want to see it, I would be happy to post it but anyway, I'll be happy enough if anyone reads even my lil WIP snippits. I like posting these, they make me feel better

[listcners]

//anyone doing NaNoWriMo this year? I actually set up my NaNoWriMo profile if anyone wants to be buddies with me! I'm really really trying to stick to it this year, and ill be putting up wip snippits over on @rcvivalrambles this year! I am rewriting a RP @dcathbook and I started when we first started rping in 2021! XD

[sabiekay]

Aaa thanks for tagging me @theharrowing! I'm gonna dig to see if I have 3 WIPs to post, but I definitely have 3 fics done for this challenge! Some of these snippits might be kinda long whoooooops

No Pressure tag list (do it if you want to, don't feel obligated to play!) @candlewaxandp0lar0ids , @suga-kookiemonster , and @writtenwhalien, anyone else who feels like it!

rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

*3 Published*

Microcosmos

Throughout the entire trip to the nature reserve, amongst the small talk and laughter, all you could think of was how aware you were of your feelings. Ever since you admitted them to Hoseok a week ago it was like the floodgates had opened now that they had a name to it. And it was making it hard to just act normal. Every interaction was a balancing act of trying not to pretend things were different. Was your crush too obvious? Did Jungkook know? Why couldn’t you just act normal, like you had been for the past several weeks? Your brain was an endless loop of trying to play it cool. If he could read minds, all he would hear in yours was that meme song “don’t be suspicious” over and over again. Jungkook, for his part, was clearly having a blast singing along to the radio. It really wasn’t fair how talented he was – he could draw, paint, and he had a beautiful singing voice? This had to be proof that God played favorites. In between singing and bopping to the songs, you two sipped on the cold brew coffees Jungkook had brought so you could stay awake for the meteor shower. Being the passenger allowed you to look at the beautiful landscape changing outside the car. Now that you were fully away from the city, you could see trees and fields surrounding you instead of tall buildings and neon lights. The sun was setting around you, causing the world to glimmer in shades of green and gold. It was breathtaking. You glanced over at Jungkook as he bopped along to the radio and tapped his fingertips lightly against the wheel, the golden light hitting him the perfect way. It was warm enough outside for him to just wear a t shirt with a pair of jeans, which meant his tattoos were nearly on full display – and a distraction. Your eyes kept glancing up and down at the full artistry that covered his entire right arm. You wanted to hear all about them, the stories and reasons for each one; how they all fit together to tell a story…maybe even trace them with your fingers, especially the veins popping out from his hand gripping the wheel and then….nope. Nope. You were shutting that down right now. You had to survive this trip without dying of thirst for the poor guy. Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.

The Season

“Is this your first gala then? Are you new to the Season?” Your curiosity got the better of you as you took the furthest seat you could away from the man. You may be having a conversation, but years of training were a hard habit to break. He shook his head, then took a heavy breath as he looked toward the glittering manor. “I stopped going a few years ago, but my mother kept begging me until I ran out of excuses. So here I am, back into the fray.” He gestured out from the empty garden, the only audience being you, the flowers, and the willow tree. It was calm and quiet outside, far away from the crowds. He laughed darkly, shaking his head as he stared straight ahead. “Every single news article, all the social media posts, everyone gushes about how glamorous it must be, how powerful everyone is. It’s all so fake. No one inside that ballroom really cares about their so-called friends, it’s only what favors that person can do for them. What their alliance can bring to the table. I join the conversation and all anyone can talk about is who my father is, what my brother does. How lucky I should feel to be a part of that legacy. I mean, sometimes I don’t think they even know my full name!” “So what is your full name?” You blurted out before deciding to just own up to it; you faced him full on, looking right at him. He stared at you in barely hidden disbelief, then smiled softly. “Seokjin. I’m…” he paused, as if contemplating what he was going to say next. “I’m Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you.” Your brain was screaming at you as you tried not to freak out on someone you just met. Here you were, a mere lady’s maid, chatting casually to the 2nd son of Grand Minister Kim, one of the most powerful men in all of Erharan. Even back home in Auteris people knew of his family. Grand Minister Kim was one of the 3 Grand Ministers that made up the Leaders of State in Erharan. The Grand Ministers were the top of the top officials, who listened to the requests of the lower ranked legislative ministers to bring forth new laws for the country. But it was the Grand Ministers who enacted them, who were the true rulers – they were considered the same as kings and emperors of other countries. And that was just one half of his family pedigree. His mother came from the illustrious Jang family, the owners and founders of Jang Technologies, the leading solar technology company in the world. Their products basically brought Erharan and the rest of the world to the modern age, making it the industrial powerhouse it was today. If it could be run on solar power, it most likely came from Jang Tech. It was bad enough you were talking to a guest at all, let alone someone from such a prominent background. His family had inherited the role of Grand Minister for generations. They would probably continue passing down that title long after you and Seokjin were gone. You were stunned you didn’t even recognize him. But as you looked at Seokjin, the depths of his eyes searching for any type of connection, you recognized how difficult his life might be. How in this moment all he might need was a friend to talk to. And so, you decided tonight his family background didn’t matter. You could be his friend for the evening, pretend the differences in your social status wouldn’t cause a scandal. If anyone asked, you could just say you were doing your job – you were meant to serve the upper class, after all. If a nobleman asked you to sit and chat, who were you to say no? “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” 

(Blank) For The Holidays

No, the most devastating part was that Off-Work Yoongi was dangerous. He wore a black fitted turtleneck sweater with dark blue jeans, and black wire framed glasses. His dark brown hair was swept back, exposing his forehead to make him look more handsome than he already was. You were used to Coffee Bee Yoongi, who wore the required uniform and baseball cap that nearly hid his features, or wearing a beanie that caused his hair to frame his face. But this? This was too much. Suddenly all the feelings you had when you first met him come rushing back the instant he turned to face you. Of course you had a small crush on him when he first started working at The Coffee Bee. You were about 90% sure everyone did. Yoongi was downright stunning; him being hard-working and silently caring was a bonus that had already thrown him into Ideal Boyfriend territory. But the idea of dating a coworker was just too messy for you to get over. You were afraid of what would happen if you were rejected, or if you started dating your coworker and broke up, or if you two had gone on a date and it just wasn’t a good time. Things would be awkward and your life was already off kilter without throwing that into the mix. So you just pushed down the feelings, locked them in a box in the back of your mind, and decided to ignore it altogether. But seeing Yoongi in that outfit (especially with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows), focused on cooking a nice dinner, was too hot and domestic for you to handle. And without realizing it he shot straight up past being a simple work crush, beyond ‘Would Be A Good Boyfriend’, and into ‘Perfect Husband’ material. You had to remind yourself that he didn’t even ask you here as a date. This was a friend party. A Christmas party for friends. You could be friends, right? “Hey Y/N. I’m glad you could make it,” Yoongi said brightly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You nodded with one in return, stomping down your resurrected romantic feelings so you could just chill for an evening.

*3 WIPs*

Another Life

With a sigh, you tried to think back to every single moment that led you here. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t know how I got here? For the past day or so I’ve had a headache, and some sort of vertigo take over every time I laid down. I went to bed early so I could go to prompt care in the morning. Then suddenly I’m here, and it’s apparently not a dream and then there’s glowing fists in my face. Don’t know what else to tell you.” He paused, taking your story in. More thinking, more pacing, muttering, and shaking his head. You just stood there frozen – not like you had anywhere else to go. But if there was a small chance of him having any answers for where you were, you needed to stay put.   Finally, he walked back toward to, reaching toward your wrist. “You need to come with me right now.” You threw your arm back, moving further away from the man. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on. Where exactly are we? How do I know this isn’t some plot to kidnap me or lead me off to some hidden dungeon?” He groaned deeply, rubbing his palm against his face. “Saints and stars above, we don’t have time for this. And if we’re being technical, you are the intruder in the royal palace, so perhaps you should rethink your accusations. But if it will make you move faster, fine.” He sighed and slightly shook his head. “You are in the kingdom of Kalmarys, specifically the grand royal palace of King Rolftan and his heir, Princess Melyanna. My name is Jimin, a Royal Mage and Captain of Princess Melyanna’s personal guard. And if what I suspect is true, the High Mage needs to be aware of your presence right now. Does that answer your questions?”   “…wait, royal mage? As in magic? You can do magic?” Jimin stared at you, an eyebrow raised. “Do you not have magic where you’re from? Who hasn’t heard of the Royal Mages?” You crossed your arms in return, looking more at the floor than at the man. “Well, up until a few minutes ago I thought magic wasn’t even real, so….” A shocked cough escaped Jimin’s lips. He opened his mouth, then closed it before shaking his head and reached for your wrist again. He mumbled something indecipherable to himself, half pulling you to the other side of the room.

Dream A Little Dream

Rice. The first word of your day, the only image in your mind when you woke up. Not a face, or a phrase. Just a bowl of plain white rice. With a sigh, you opened the faded journal on your night stand to add it to the list. Legend says that when the heavens deem your heart ready to be with your soulmate, the God of Love himself will place clues in your dreams each night so you can find them. The first image that lingers in your mind when you wake up brings you one step closer to your perfect match. It could be weeks, it could be months. But either way, you will find your soulmate. It certainly worked for your parents – your Literature professor father dreamt of fish, vast oceans, bright colors. Your mother, a marine biologist, dreamt of libraries, poems, and bottles of ink. When they met as college students, they said it was like magic swirled around them as they held hands after putting the clues together. You never had any reason to doubt soulmates existed when you could see proof every single day around you. But maybe Eros was just screwing with you because for the past few nights, all your soulmate dreams were of the same plain bowl of rice. Last week you dreamt of empty walls. Your journal was filled with documentation of the most mundane, puzzling clues that left you with more questions than answers. 2 months of soulmate dreams surmounting to “Yes queen give us nothing.” And look, it’s not like you were lonely. You’re not! It’s just…a little frustrating to see everyone in your family so in love, the ever-growing collection of Save The Dates and baby shower invites taking over the fridge. Your social media formulated to showcase how nearly all of your friends easily found their soulmates already. While the closest action you’ve gotten recently was reading a spicy novel while eating takeout pizza. It would be nice to be able to cook for more than one person, or feel the warmth of another body cuddling yours while watching (and judging) home renovation tv shows. You would even settle for dates that didn’t fizzle out after the second or third time, once it was abundantly clear you were not going to work out - even before getting into the soulmate dreams. You didn’t even have someone to point out cute puppies to when taking a walk in the park! ….okay, maybe you were a little lonely.

After The End of All Things

“Mom, what’s going on? What happened?” you insisted quietly, trying not to wake the child sleeping next to you. “The last ship…they changed the departure time again. It’s now leaving at 4 am today.” Your eyes fell at the old clock next to the bed – 1:30. If you hurried, ran along the empty backroads, you could make it to the docks in time. But only if you left now. You darted out of bed in a flash, trying to race against the clock to pack what you could. You guiltily hoped that others like you – the ones who couldn’t afford tickets at the base price – hadn’t heard the new bumped up time frame yet. Less people at the docks meant more of a chance for your family to win the Day Of ticket lottery, where you’d earn a spot on the ship for a discounted price. If you couldn’t pay the amount at the time of selection, you could sign a waiver to work off the remaining balance. It was the only chance, the last hope, for people of your status to get onto the ships. The lottery only selected 100 people per departure, with hundreds of entries being the standard. Since this was the last ship, you’d be shocked if the entries were less than 1,000. You started opening drawers in the family dresser, moving quickly to just grab whatever items you found first. But then you noticed your mother walking slowly, eerily so, with a backpack in each hand. Only two. You froze in your spot as your eyes blinked rapidly, holding back the forming tears. You shook your head as you realized what was going on. “I can’t leave you,” you cried, reaching out to your mother. “It’s the only way, Y/N. Take your niece and go. You don’t have much time.” She set down the backpacks at your feet and grabbed your shaking hands. “You can still come with us! The odds of the lottery will be better with 3 of us, you know that! They have the family clause if Anna is selected since she’s too young to work. We can still stay together.” With a gentle squeeze and a deep sigh, your mother walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed an envelope. Her eyes were glassy as she placed it in your hands. You held your breath as you opened it, revealing some money and a pair of tickets. Your eyes widened and your hands shook as the light spilling in from the window emphasized the embossed, iridescent logo of the Global Space Command. You couldn’t ask how she got those tickets. You didn’t want to. Some things were better left unsaid. You looked back at your mother to find tears running down her face. If you weren’t in shock, you’d probably feel your own tears doing the same. “You and Anna deserve a better life. To get away from here. This world is dying, and you two have a chance to start over. Promise me you’ll survive. And live.”

.....dang, I guess I do have a few WIPs, huh? LOLOLOLOL

[prowlingthunder]

ooh! the clonebaby genderbender!?! And Supernova!

So hate to burst a bubble but the clonebaby genderbender is, unfortunately, not Star Wars. Tragedy. Based on an RP I did with a friend once upon a time ago, it's a Gundam Wing "we kid-cloned the pilots when they died" oc/self-insert fic where I inverted everyone's genders, including my OC (who went from "mom" to "dad") and the clones of the pilots, who went from seven sons to seven daughters. Yeah. Right now it's 300ish words and I don't know if I ever want to expand it but I can't find a bloody title I like for it so it's still in the WIP box.

Snippit: There were three ways to keep a secret that Nate knew. The first was to keep it totally to yourself. That wasn't going to work for Nate, exactly, since his secret wasn't some intangible thing. The second was to tell only one other person-- get the secret out of your system-- and then kill them. Two could keep a secret if one of them was dead. This was also not going to work for Nate, though he would happily kill anyone to keep his secret secure. The third way was tell everyone.

MEANWHILE, Supernova:

Supernova is a Star Wars fic for my Sith OC, Rama Eurynome, and it's potentially going to kick around until I write his canon that way I can smooth it up and make sure it sits neatly into canon, but. The summary is Rama Eurynome and Oriole have a. Contention about who's going to teach baby Anemone, whether she needs to be a Jedi or not, and things go. Badly. It covers part of Anemone's early Force lessons (critical because the Force Is Her Friend), and also covers Eurynome explaining to his baby girl what Jedi are, what Sith are, the difference between the two from his perspective, and also what are Hungry Stars.

Right now it's 4.6k and is a first draft, very rough, and also rather old. So it's still in the WIP box because it needs to be there. It isn't even a finished first draft.

Snippit:

“You want to know about the Jedi, you said?” Usually he tried not to say that title. Either of them. Sith and Jedi were omens and they were not good omens. But for all the knowledge he had gathered, it was wasted if no one learned it, and Anemone was his apprentice. He’d not deny her something so small. Bonus: lore-telling passed as bedtime stories. “Yes! Tell me?” “Hmm.. Do you see the sky outside, my little panther? All the stars, and the blackness in between?” He motioned to the tapestry of black velvet, diamonds glittering in patterns the locals had taught him and in patterns he sometimes made up to help the girl next to him sleep. No one could see Mirounga from this side of the Empire, after all. “That is the Force. All of it. We talked about the Force, you recall?” “The Force is in everything?” “Everything,” he confirmed. “They are the stars, and all the space between the stars. The stars make light so we can see them, and the space between stars does not. Sometimes the space between makes stars, and they light up like other stars. And sometimes the stars go dark,” sometimes they explode. Sometimes they turned into planets. But those were things his little girl didn’t need yet. “But they’re still stars.” “You and mommy are stars?” “And you.” He leaned down to tap their noses, prompting a sleepy giggle. He hated having to explain it, but better she learn now than later, even if he would just likely end up teaching her again tomorrow. “You are a little star too.” “Can you see me?” “I can see you.” She smiled. Eury grinned back a moment, and then let it fade away. “Sometimes though, the stars fall down and they get lost, or the stars between are made badly, and they get hungry being out of the sky like they are, so they eat everything around them. Little planets and moons but other stars too. They just swallow them right up.” “Noooo!” “Yes,” he told her gravely, but he wished it weren’t so even still. That was no way to live. “They eat and they eat and they eat, and they take other stars away from the sky, when they get that hungry, and it’s hard to make them stop.” Concern knitted across his daughter’s features, and it was a painfully evident feeling in the Force. He reached out to try to sooth it. “Daddy, are you afraid of the hungry stars?” Eurynome hesitated.

[allisonreader]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @hollers-and-holmes and indirectly by @isfjmel-phleg

Rules: post the name 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 intrigues them and then post a little snippit of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. 

Tales Of A Frozen Sailor AU; Jessica's Rescue

The Scorn Prince (New!)

The Princess's Journey (Old)

A Different Kind Of Cinderella (Old)

The Mysterious Mansion

Three Lost Souls

The Hidden Royals

The Rude and the Restless

Guilty Conscience

The Shipwreck Story

Extended Connections (Cars Fic, hasn't been touched in over a year)

That's the main ones that I can think of currently.

I don't have that many people to tag. I would have tagged @lady-merian had she not been tagged at the same time as me.

Then for other tags, @sinivalkoista , @rowenabean , @melliabee , @carsgeek24

Anyone else who wants to is free to do so, and as always there's no pressure to have to do so.

[aliciam72]

Roswell New Mexico WIP

So yeah…another WIP snippit but this one is one I’m supposed to be working on. It’s the Alex/Isobel BFF origin story that I think only I want to read… 😂 I wrote like 300 words on it today and need a bit of motivation…figured I‘d post here and see what happens...

Two hours later, Alex found himself on Isobel’s doorstep one hand clutching a ridiculously large bouquet of lilies and the other poised to knock. Before he could even get a chance the door flung open.

Isobel stood before him, looking perfect and poised the only hint of what happened the night before was a slight redness in her eyes. “Yes?”

Alex let his hand drop and cleared his throat. “These are for you.”

Isobel took the lilies and her eyes softened minutely. “My favorite. How did you know?”

“I asked the florist downtown but they didn’t know, which is kind of weird since they are the only decent florist in town and you do all your business with them. So, I called Max and of course he didn’t know. I tried asking Lindsay but all that did was make her think I reconsidered being gay, yeah that was awkward as hell. I even tried calling your mother but she didn’t pick up. In the end I caved and called Michael.” Alex took a breath and looked up to see Isobel’s face morphed into a mask of confusion. He lowered his eyes again. “Isobel, I’m sorry.”

Isobel stepped aside. “Do you want to come in?”

Alex nodded and walked past her. Isobel shut the door. “I’m going to put these in water. They’re beautiful by the way. Who knew you had it in you?”

“I just let the florist do their job.” Alex followed her into the kitchen.

She arranged them in a vase before turning back to him. “I’m sorry too. I never should have gone into your nightmare like that. I really was trying to help.”

Alex sighed. “I know. My reaction was out of line. I didn’t mean for you to leave. Please tell me you at least slept a little before you snuck out.”

“First of all I never sneak anywhere. And no, I left after you closed the door. I messed up, Alex, and after you had been so nice to me. I’m trying to be a better person. I know how awful I was in high school and while I was married to Noah. But-“

Alex held up his hand. “Stop. You were not awful in high school, at least not to me. You may have had some mean girl tendencies but you were never cruel to anyone. And honestly, you weren’t in control half of the time so even if you were full on Regina George I’d forgive you. And you were never awful when you were married to Noah.”

Isobel chuckled. “What do you know? You were gone for ten years.”

“I was here more often than you realized. And Michael always had good things to say about you.”

“You came back during those ten years? To be with Michael?”

[spellcasterlight]

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[majorproblems77]

Has anyone asked you about your Truth and Trust WIP?

They have not!

Truth and trust is , at current, another curse reveal type of fic, but I've got a lot of kinks to work through first. I'm using it as a way to put more descriptions into my writing. And not lead through fully with conversations.

Here's a snippit.

Sky did enjoy this little family that Hylia had blessed him with. Even if the circumstances were less than ideal. The emotions he felt about this group were real. He cared about them and would do anything for them.  He sat a little off to the side of the group, the master sword was laid next to him on the ground, balancing on its holster as he periodically inspected the blade for damages, not that he would find any. The blade hummed with a small glow its chimes creating a melody in his head. This was how they communicated now. Words were never spoken, only the sweet tones of a harp filled his ears. This melody, he knew was meant to soothe him, send him to rest. Normally it was just because he was exhausted, not having the stamina of the other heroes took a toll on his body when they walked for hours across the era’s. But this felt different. Like it wanted to show him something. He felt his head dropping, the gentle strum of a harp ringing in his ears as he tipped over to the side.

I think im doing a pretty good job so far!

[of-stars-and-moon]

Wip wednesday

I had thought I'd have like over a week to write the bonus chapter of Run Away With Me, but I suddenly realized its very close to the milestone so it made me write faster 😅 I should hopefully post it tomorrow, and till then here's a snippit for wip wednesday!

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The silence around him was broken by the door opening behind him and he turned to see Sirius there.

“Oh hey. I didn't expect anyone to be here," Sirius said, masking his surprise. “Couldn't sleep?”

Regulus nodded. “You?”

“Me neither,” he replied with a shrug, but the roughness of his voice told Regulus that it was a nightmare. Remus had left a few days ago due to some family emergency, otherwise Regulus knew he would have been able to calm Sirius.

“Big day tomorrow, huh?” Sirius said, sitting next to him.

“Is that what your nightmare was about?” Regulus asked, glancing at Sirius’ shaking hands.

Sirius looked down at his hands, blinking as if just now realizing they were trembling, and hid them between his thighs. “Sort of.”

Regulus worried his lower lip. “Do you wanna talk about it?” When they were younger and sneaked into each other’s room, they never talked about their nightmares, just tried to comfort each other. But Sirius might have changed now, Regulus didn't know.

Sirius shook his head. “Not really.”

Some things were still the same then.

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Tagging: @blitheringmcgonagall @ashes-and-ashes @magicienetreveur @hklnvgl @xomarauders @tinyarmedtrex and anyone who wants to 💛

[the-faultofdaedalus]

fluff pollen???

fluff pollen! which is basically just sex pollen but PG bc im a Weenie. aka “disease that makes you feel like garbage unless you have skin-to-skin contact with another person” so just. really really tame fuck-or-die. cuddle-or-feel-like-shit. so far its just a lot of me really really projecting re: migranes onto tony its great.

(this fic has some, uh, Quarantine themes, which, i promise, is completely incidental. considering i started writing the first draft of it in 2017. rip.)

here’s a snippit!

God, he hates this. He hates how every little point of light, every single tiny noise, only serves to make him hurt worse. He hates that he gets cranky and snappish with anyone he interacts with, as if his only goal is to make himself as abrasive as the noise and the lights. Mostly, he hates that he can’t think. It’s not like a migraine is the worst pain he’s ever felt, far from it, really, but migraines mess with his head unlike anything else. Hell, sometimes he thinks he’d trade any number of injuries he’s collected as Iron Man over a migraine. At least broken ribs have never taken his mind from him like the migraines do.

He’s pretty sure that’s the reason he hates them so much, the way they take the thing he relies on most — his mind, his reason — away from him. That, and the fact that nothing he’s ever done has been able to banish the pain once it starts.

“Mr. Stark?” He hears, turns to face Steve, who has an expression on his face that says that he’s definitely been trying to get Tony’s attention before this.

“Sorry, yes?” Tony asks, trying to make his face look like he doesn’t feel like his head’s going to split open, though by the expression on Steve’s face, he’s not succeeding at all.

“Are you alright?” Steve asks, “You’re squinting.”

“It’s bright,” Tony replies, trying to make this sound reasonable.

“Al the lights are off, and it’s overcast,” Steve points out, and Tony wants to snarl at him, yes, I know the lights are off, I know it’s overcast, and it’s still so bright it hurts, but he doesn’t. He bites back the venomous words, and sighs.

“I have a headache,” He admits, reluctantly, “It’s not a big deal. I can still do my job, don’t worry.”

“That’s not—” Steve cuts himself off, huffs out a small, frustrated breath, and Tony feels a burst of perverse pride, oh look, you’ve managed to annoy captain america into silence. Good job, asshole. “Can I help?” Steve finally asks,

“I don’t need your help,” Tony snaps, regrets it immediately when Steve’s face falls. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing you can do.” Tony continues, voice considerably softer, “This happens, and i’ve just gotta tough it out. I’m sorry for snapping at you, I get cranky when I get migraines like this. It’s nothing against you, I promise.”

 Ask me about my WIPS!

[cowpokecorner]

FO: HI GUYS~!!! 0w0 So I feel bad that I haven’t written anything to post recently, so after my thirst for MorBell was brought back to my attention I’ve begun working on something. No. It will not be an x Reader, but I’m going to make it as good as I possibly can. I’ve only got the beginning typed up so far, but I wanted to give y’all a taste of what I’m working on with a snippit of the WIP. Enjoy~! ^w^

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MorBell Fanfic // WIP Snippit

Arthur grumbled as he holstered his gun as well. "No you did not scare me. Though'chu was relaxin' by yerself back at camp. Th'hell you doin' all the way out here?"

"I was, but then I saw you head out this way n' not come back." Micah stepped a bit closer as he rested his hands on his belt. "I was just wonderin' if you was okay is all."

"Really?" Arthur leaned back a bit as he crossed his arms, giving Micah a look of disbelief. "You came all th'way out here cause you was worried about lil' ol' me?" He narrowed his eyes at the other. "Ya weren't out here creepin' round n' watchin' me-"

"No I was not watching you take a damn piss, Morgan!" Micah huffed. "Actually, I wanted ta ask you if you'd accomp'ny me on a robbery t'morra. Just you n' me. No one else."

"Just us, huh? That never ends well." Arthur replied, turning away a bit as he moved his hands to his sides. "Why not take Bill r' Lenny...r' really anyone but me?"

"Bill's too hot headed, and the kid...? Well...?" Micah seemed to be struggling with an excuse. "Look. I just like the way we get things done when we work t'gether. B'sides...I was hopin' ta talk to you about somethin'..." He turned away from Arthur, seeming a bit fidgitty now as he messed with his belt buckle.

Arthur raised a curious brow as he looked back to Micah. "Talk t'me bout what...?"

"Look!" Micah glared back at Arthur, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush that was barely noticeable in the low lighting of the night. "Just meet me just a bit outside camp on the way t'Saint Denis. Got information bout a coach that passes through every couple a weeks with payroll and supplies. We'll talk about it then. I don't want no one listenin' in."

Great. Another coach robbery with Micah Bell. Just what he needed right now. Arthur sighed heavilly as he brought a hand up to rub his face. "Fine... I'll mee'cha there round noon..." He was honestly only agreeing to this so he could find out what the hell Micah wanted to talk about.

"Good~ Good~" Micah spoke in a mildly sneeky tone, grinned a bit now. "I'll see you there, cowpoke. Oh, and uh...make sure you ain't followed by anyone from camp. Just th'two of us." He chuckled, now turning to head back to camp.

[all-pacas]

@winterling42​: dude i love and adore your Nott POV. If you have any cool bits from a WIP I'd love to get a sneak peek!

i have not been writing much lately buuuuut here, have a snippit from the Great Veth/Caleb Story I May Someday Actually Finish (?):

She and Yeza weren’t, like, swingers. They were too young for it, generally speaking: you were supposed to wait until your kids were out of the house and all that, focus on raising your family, and Luc was only five and that was assuming they didn’t have more kids. Once you get married, that’s supposed to be it until your kids were grown: it was supposed to be good for the family to turn insular like that. Nowadays some people Veth’s age did talk about open marriages like they should be part of the vows, but it’s not like she and Yeza ever really talked about it back in Felderwin. They both wanted kids. It made sense that they should focus on their family, and anyway, Yeza was the love of her life so it’s not like she really wanted to fuck anyone else.

Was the love of her life.

Still is.

Really.

But things are so weird now, and so after they’d fucked for the third to last time in Nicodranis, when they were talking about buying a house and investing in the timeshare market, Veth had added, as casual as she could: “And if you wanted to like, date around a little, as long as you don’t knock anyone up and go all family values on me…”

“Are you serious?” Yeza asked, and then sat up and pulled his glasses on from the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“This is a conversation that I need to be able to see for. What are you saying?”

Veth had been briefly distracted, but then Yeza pulled the sheet back up. “I mean… are you mad?”

“No…” he’d let the word kinda trail there.

“I mean, you can knock someone up, I guess, it’s just no second families, so overall I’d prefer you didn’t,” she’d said, using this old-fashioned Halfling term that meant ‘the insular family,’ like they were supposed to be raising back home.

“I’m not going to knock anyone up.” Yeza hesitated, pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think we’d have this conversation for another like, thirty years.”

“I didn’t think I’d be alive in thirty years, up until a couple of days ago,” she mentioned, and then winced when he’d looked hurt. “I mean, I’m okay with it. I keep running off on you and abandoning you and, and leaving, and dy — almost dying —“ because she hadn’t yet told him about that box, or even really about drowning, and planned to never, “and — and I mean, I know it can’t be fun, I would be like, what a selfish bitch, and so if you want to—“

“Veth,” he started saying, about halfway through. “Veth. I don’t think you’re a selfish anything.” He’d taken her hands.

Well, I do, she’d thought. Looking at their hands. The fine hairs on her arms that Nott had lacked. Weird, how even shit like body hair was somehow amazing now.

“I’m happy just — knowing you’re happy, and waiting for you.”

“But I’m not! I can’t just — look, I’m going to leave you money, so buy a house and get Luc into a really great school and then go party, or, or buy the really fancy alchemy ingredients, or just… don’t just sit around waiting for me, because I don’t know when I’ll be back. I want you to fuck other people! Fuck everyone in Nicodranis! Fuck Jester’s mom!”

“I am pretty sure I can’t afford her.”

“I will leave you so much money.”

They both laughed, and Veth felt herself relaxing. A little.

“Okay,” he’d said. “I don’t know if I will or not, but—“ she’d been about to tell him to do it, and he’d raised a hand then, to shush her, “but if I meet someone I like, I’ll think about it very seriously. Okay?”

“Like, or find hot.”

“Like, or find hot,” he’d agreed. He’d hesitated, and then he’d smiled. “But… you too, okay? What’s an adventure on the high seas without a sexy sailor or two?” She’d smiled. He’d hesitated again, and then added: “Or… if there’s anyone else you have in mind. Whatever. It’s fine with me, okay? Screw insular families.”

And then they’d gone ahead and fucked for the second-to-last time.

And kind of, not in an asshole way, but she’d been thinking about that last thing he said as they did. Anyone else you have in mind. Just hanging out there. Unremarked on.

[dapandapod]

wip wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @cats-obsessions​ !!

Please enjoy a snippit from my upcoming AU that is soon to be finished ;) :*

Tagging @dont-tempt-me-frodo​ @chaotic-fae-queen​ @permanently-exhausted-witcher​ @innocentbi-stander  @thegrimmgrimm and anyone who might want to share your own wip <3

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“You are listening to Radio Rivia, and thank you Evan for keeping the chair warm for me. I'm Jaskier and I will be your host for the next few hours. It’s Terrible Tuesday and I have prepared the worst set of songs possible for you this afternoon. You better stay with me for this, I refuse to suffer alone!”

The first song of the afternoon is on the air (it is indeed terrible) and Jaskier turns to Geralt.

“So! Hello, not-Dennis.”

“Geralt.” Geralt grumbles. “Dennis is sick.” Jaskier studies Geralt up and down. Takes in his all black outfit and long white hair.

“Soo what’s up with you then? You a goth or something?” Jaskier asks. 

“No, just not a very colourful person.” says Geralt, smirking despite himself. Oh if Yen could hear that. She always dressed him up in black when they were married, and it kind of stuck.

“Is it your natural hair too then, or do you bleach it? Not too often you see a man your age with white hair.” Jaskier asks. His tone is curious, and he is one of the few ever to ask Geralt straight to his face. It makes him smile.