#I can’t be bothered to change the wip names

[banana-pancake5]

Ty for the tag @trilobitepunch! But uhhhhh yeah I don’t really have a wip folder either but let’s try it shall we!

(These are just the things I haven’t finished in Ibis paint)

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Oh and shall we not forget my CapCut wips!

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0627

0801

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I know Y’all those are some really crazy wip names

feel free to ask about these if you want

And if y’all wanna join @bowandbrush @exhaustedwriterartist @holydragonhumanoaf @jadetheblueartist @peoplepersonoaktree + anyone else :D

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

[ivymarquis]

Intro + Masterlist

Hi! I’m Ivy and I have been known to write things on occasion. 

27 | Sapphic | Lover of dark content

I have a penchant for writing about scary men (+ women!), and am not opposed to writing smutty and/or dark content. Because of that, this blog is strictly 18+.

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Dark content **is** placed under a cut for those of you who don’t wish to see it!!

Requests are currently ||open for snippets|| (pls check ((rules)) and ((F-List)) before sending requests!

Masterlist Key:

⚠️= Dark | ✨= Smut | ❗❗= Angst | ⚪ = Consensual |  ⚫ = Dub Con | 🔴 = Non Con | ✔️ = Completed Series | ⭕ = WIP Series

**UTD as of 6/5/23; Check the “my writing” tag to see if Ive posted anything that hasn’t been added to the list yet :)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

OVERWATCH

Unspecified male OW!character x Reader

Heat Stroke He was a furnace and a cuddle monster- a trait you’d greatly appreciated when you’d started sleeping (as in, literally sleeping) with him in the winter. Now? The temperatures were rising and his grip was borderline suffocating at night.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel throat fucking Reader   ✨⚪ Free use throat fucking kink

Kinktober Day 6 (2018)  ✨⚪ Daddy | Corset

Kinktober Day 7 (2018) ✨⚫ Praise Kink | Aphrodisiacs

Kinktober Day 10 (2018)  ✨⚪ Wax Play | Hair Pulling

Incubus!Reaper Gabriel has something to tell you. Hopefully he doesn’t have a secret wife.

Gabriel Reyes vs 2-year-old toddler Gabriel underestimates the power of a nap

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Reyes’ reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Reaper teaching his S/O how to kiss Tis what it says on the tin

Moira O’Deorain

Kinktober Day 2 (2018)  ✨⚪ Medical Play | Begging

Kinktober Day 11 (2018)  ✨⚪ Aphyxiation | Object Insertion

Moira with an affectionate S/O Headcanons of Moira with an S/O who enjoys showing random affection

Looks Can Be Deceiving  ✨⚪ Moira thinks you’d look adorable squealing underneath her.

Birdy   ⚠️✨🔴 Moira’s in rut and has plans for you.

Daddy Part of your self-appointed job as Moira’s girlfriend was to annoy her on occasion.

Us  ❗❗ You can’t overlook this.

Chocolate Kisses  ✨⚪ You agree to go on a date with Moira

Problem Solving  ✨⚪ You take control when Moira gets too stressed out.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76** ** F!Reader fics written prior to announcement of Jack’s sexuality

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Jack’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Brat Tamer!76  ✨⚪ You weren’t acting out because you’d missed him. Definitely

Sleeping Dogs Lie  ⚠️✨🔴 Jack just wants to make you happy

Movie Night  ✨⚪ Jack starts seeing a new mother and develops some new kinks as a result.

Hang Ups  ✨⚪ Jack moves past his hang ups.

Stealth  ⚠️✨🔴 You’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are.

Cole Cassidy** ** Older fics refer to Jesse McCree, pre name change

Kinktober Day 1 (2018)  ✨⚪ Smiles/Laughter | Deep Throating

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader  ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Nap Time It’s just a fact that boobs make the best pillows

Gratitude  ✨⚪ Jesse shows his gratitude to his sweetpea getting a tattoo themed after him

Welcome Home, Baby  ✨⚪ Jesse comes home

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Cassidy’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Genji Shimada

Late Bloomer (I) (II)  ✨⚪✔️ Genji’s precious beta is actually an omega- one whose heat hits her like a freight train.

Dragon!Genji x Reader  ✨⚪ You’re ready to carry your lover’s eggs

Bother  ✨⚪ You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

Stay  ✨⚪ Genji hasn’t been with anyone since his near death experience. Then you join blackwatch.

Playground You and Genji go to a playground

Kitten Play  ✨⚪ Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

Genji w/ S/O who struggles with penetration  ✨⚪ Tis what it says on the tin

Idol Genji has his own way of wishing you good luck for your concerts- This has unintended consequences.

Hanzo Shimada

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader  ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Hanzo’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Sugar  ⚠️ You just got cold feet is all

Incorrigible  ✨⚪ You’re an incorrigible tease when you want to be.

Hanzo x Reader  ✨⚪ You let Hanzo tie you up like a thanksgiving turkey

Candy Hanzo has some concerns about all the reader's candy

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Sombra

Kinktober Day 3 (2018)  ✨⚪ Sensory Deprivation | Edgeplay

Aleksandra Zaryanova

Zarya + Chubby!Reader Self love is important, but can be hard

Akande Ogundimu

Phone Etiquette Akande knows how to make a boring business call much more interesting.

See Something You Like? You notice when Akande starts timing his workouts to match with yours.

Wilhelm Reinhardt

Sugar Daddy!Reinhardt Headcanons of sugar daddy Reinhardt

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

Apex Predator (I) ⚠️⭕ The Deputy has a secret, and Jacob makes it his mission to bring her to heel

What You Want  (I) (II) (III) ⚠️✨🔴»⚫ ✔️ Jacob learns the deputy is his mate and sets out to subdue her

Quality Over Quantity (I) (II)  ✨⚪✔️ Jacob ensures the continuation of the Chosen’s line

Happy  ✨⚪ She was content with her place in the middle of the pack. Then Jacob took notice of her.

All Good Things He's been sweet on her ever since she propositioned him back in Missouri

Better Late than Never Pushing 50, Jacob had figured years ago his dreams of a wife and kids weren’t happening

Unrequited ❗❗ Not sure I’ll ever actually finish this- Jacob is in love with the deputy, but marries one of the women in the cult after the deputy marries John

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 8 (2018)  ✨⚪ Hate Fucking/Angry Sex | Fisting

Illness The Deputy gets sick in the cages

Can’t Sleep Jacob's insomnia is not new- when the Reader can't sleep, he offers a potential solution

Good With Kids John gives commentary on Jacob's baby-handling skills

“You smell like wet dog” Fluffy one-off where Reader informs Jacob he needs a bath.

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

John Seed

Baptism of Blood  ⚠️ John finally has a willing soul to cleanse

Kinktober Day 5 (2018)  ⚠️✨⚪ Sadism/Masochism | Blood/Gore

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Joseph Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Faith Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Eli Palmer

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪   Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 9 (2018)  ✨⚪ Titfucking | Lingerie

Call Of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon’s Spotify Playlist Don’t ask me for anyone else’s lol. He’s the only one who gets one.

Spoiled  ✨⚪ Spoiled the thought flashes across his head. Course it doesn’t help that he’s utterly whipped. He’ll give you anything you ask for just because you want it.

Bonded ❗❗ You and Simon are caught off guard during a mission

SS: Overstim Tis what it says on the tin

John Price

Blind Date John goes on a blind date. It goes well

John Soap MacTavish

Steel Magnolia Soap falls head over heels for the base’s fire breathing preceptor

Character Study: Honey

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Under My Skin Your situationship uncomplicates itself on a rainy night

König

SS: Pregnancy Risk Not only does König not care that it's not safe to finish inside- that's kinda the point.

Platonic Reader + 141

The B.A.G. Coalition You accidentally spill the beans on why Graves can’t get a date

[dramioneasks]

Hello! Do you have recommendations for fics where Draco holds Hermione in captivity but to protect her or because he secretly loves her (he doesn’t want to hurt her) ? I really loved “The auction” and “Fire” by sycadelex. Thank out in advance for all recs! ^^

Secrets and Masks - Emerald_Slytherin - E, 75 chapters, Words: 465,554 - 9 years after the battle of Hogwarts, the war still rages on and everyone is much changed since their days at Hogwarts. Hermione is the most lethal soldier in The Order, spending her days on rescue missions to free captured Muggleborn slaves and fight on the front line. For years, she’s been meeting in secret with a spy within Voldemort’s ranks to exchange information. But, when she’s captured and made prisoner at Malfoy Manor,  of all the dark and evil ways she’d envisioned Malfoy would torture her, she never quite imagined anything this horrific. (I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that I was originally inspired to write this fic after I read the masterpiece that is Manacled, so I would like to thank SenLinYu for her amazing work! The memory searching aspect of  Manacled is what inspired me, and although I have adapted that, (and also made Draco head Death Eater, because… ya know… we all love it when he’s Voldemort’s right hand man 😅😉), Secrets and Masks will be a very very different fic all together.)

Captured - HiraethsHome - M, 44 chapters, Words: 175,704 - Hermione will do anything to save those she loves, including giving herself over to the Death Eaters as prisoner. But when Draco abducts her in an effort to bait Harry Potter and return to the Dark Lord’s good graces, they’re both surprised to find that while neither can give the other what they want, maybe they’ll be able to find what they need.

Resolve by MeropeReads - E, 42 chapters, Words: 175,309  - Harry Potter is dead. Hermione finds herself once again taken prisoner at Malfoy Manor- only this time, the young heir could not stand by and do nothing. Acting on impulse, Draco hides Hermione within the manor under the nose of the other death eaters. Keeping her as his secret, he struggles to find a way to help her escape without getting them both killed, and she plots to find a way to take down the death eaters from within. Slow(ish) burn Dramione taking place right after Harry loses the final battle of Hogwarts. I hope this story finds it way to people who love the couple as much as I do, and to people who are giving Dramione a chance for the first time. Thank you for reading!

Malfoy Manor gone wrong By: Miamii - T, 43 chapters, Words: 119,682 - Dobby’s rescue mission wasn’t as successful as one hoped. Ron can’t free Hermione before the Dark Lord arrives and has to flee without her. Hermione is left at Malfoy Manor with the Dark Lord and his absurd ideas of punishment for the Malfoys for Potters escape. This story follows the storyline of the book up till chapter “Malfoy Manor” in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Left Behind by Lifespassion - M, WIP - When the chandelier crashes down at the Malfoy mansion Dobby apparates without one member of the group: Hermione. Suddenly Draco finds himself doing things he never imagined just to try and keep her alive. “What if?” scenario SLOW-BURN DRAMIONE. Dark-edged love story. Rated M: Full trigger warning Within. (UNDER REViSION)

Manor of Conception by psiphifan - E, 25 chapters - For not identifying Harry, Ron and Hermione at the manor when they are kidnapped by snatchers, Malfoy must serve his punishment in the strangest of ways. This shame will forever haunt him and the Malfoy name forever. The new relationship that develops is not what anyone expects, however.WARNING: Detailed depiction of rape in the second chapter. Please do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned (I hate to say it, but it’s been categorized as such.)

Broken Chainsby Leave it at that - M, 16 chapters - After Ron and Harry fail to rescue her from Bellatrix, Hermione is trapped in Malfoy Manor. Now she has to face Voldemort alone, but is she completely alone? Suddenly she is bonded to Draco. Then Draco and Hermione wind up somewhere they never imagined they’d be- bonded for life. Set during DH. EWE.

I Need You by DarkEyedDreamer - E, WIP - Hermione was unable to escape Malfoy Manor, and it seems the Death Eaters have a very specific plan for her to end the war. Until then, she’s left in Draco’s care. But the Death Eater himself is a little wary towards his cause, and Hermione is very convincing.

Blood Red By: Fluticorns - T, 29 chapters - When the golden trio is taken to The Malfoy Manor they make a desperate escape, forcing them to leave Hermione behind. After almost a month will Draco decide to save her or send her back to the dungeon? A Dramione! DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. You can check my wallet I have all of ten dollars to my name.

-Lisa

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

WiP Wednesday 18/09/24

Okay, so, I have some of the next chapter of Unsinkable written up, but I can’t quite get a segment out of it that isn’t spoilery… so how’s about another snippet from the-fic-about-what-Din-was-doing-during-Rebels-which-I’m-slowly-but-surely-writing?

The bartender droid raised its head in a creaking, jerking motion that gave the impression of a skeleton holding onto its last string of life. One eye was too bright, the other dim; it fixed both dead on Din.

Automatically, his hand ghosted to his blaster and he tilted his helmet, challenging it, warning it.

“Enough of that,” Ran muttered as he flicked out his arm and knocked Din’s cuirass with a knuckle. He redirected his attention with a jerk of his chin towards a booth table situated near the back.

It was the most advantageous spot in the cantina: right in the centre of things without being slapbang in the middle of traffic, good view of and access to the exits, and a decent proximity to the bar.

A man—a Devaronian with scarred, yellow-green skin, steady red eyes, and uneven horns—sat at the booth, one foot up on the seat, a muscular arm hanging casually off his knee while the other hand nursed a glass.

Din drew a tight breath, his shoulders setting harder than duracrete.

The man himself didn’t register as much of a threat. In general, Devaronians were hardy and strong; even on his best day, Din wouldn’t pick a fight with one. This Devaronian had a lean but muscular physic, perhaps versed in martial arts of some kind, and he carried a modified blaster, the grip tarnished by age and frequent use—he could fight, he had fought, and the fact he was here and breathing said he had come off the victor many, many times. But there was something of a friendliness to his countenance, a quiet amusement with life all around him, a confidence and a craftiness that didn’t see any point in sparking a brawl that wouldn’t gain him anything.

However, it was his entourage that had Din on edge.

Droids.

And not just any kind of droids.

Modified IG units—built for grunt work, they were like watered down loader droids, but what they sacrificed in brute strength they made up for in flexibility and the capability of speech and violence.

Upon noticing them, Din couldn’t help but think there was a disproportionate amount of droids milling about here. Besides the IG units and the bartenders, there were a few astromechs and protocol droids, as well as some heavily customized units Din couldn’t name.

The Devaronian and his droids fixed their sights on Ran and Din as they approached.

Ran stiffened.

For all his bluster and lazy unflappability, he had his scars—it was the very thing that made Din trust him.

While the droids retained their unnervingly vacant expressions, the Devaronian’s face broke into a pleasant smile.

“Ranzar Malk!” he greeted, and Din noted he wasn’t afraid to speak loud, nor was anyone here bothered by his volume—a man of some command and station, then; well-known, accepted, not overly feared. He opened his arms but didn’t stand or change position otherwise. “Good to see you in the flesh. And you’ve brought a friend!”

Ran came up to him at an easy pace and extended a hand to shake. “It’s just Ran. And this is Mando.”

“A Mandalorian,” the Devaronian said, a note of awed approval in his accented voice. Suddenly, a brow dipped and he canted his head as if puzzling something out. “Real or counterfeit?”

Ran planted a hand on Din’s back. “He’s the genuine article. One of the greatest warriors in the galaxy.”

Under the armour, Din bristled. He didn’t like this: standing here, being talked about like an object on display, his way of life mentioned like a feature, as if he were for sale.

One of the Devaronian’s ears flicked like something Ran said (or, perhaps, the way he said it) irritated him, but his expression showed only that he was impressed. “Is that so? Then you come with a high recommendation.” He waved a hand flippantly, fingers tipped with long, sharpened nails motioning to the empty booth seat in front of him.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lemonlyman-dotcom 💝

This is for my TK has a little sister fic- (which technically TK isn't in this part but it is how Owen meets Lorraine)-

2012

Owen returned from the bathroom to find that Sophie was back in the waiting room; and not alone.

Now there was a man with a bandanna and a brace on his hand chatting up his thirteen-year-old, sitting not even a foot away from her. Owen guessed this man was at least in his late twenties, possibly early thirties. One thing he knew for sure; this was man was definitely not thirteen years old.

“This looks like it was bad,” Bandanna man said, running his fingers over Sophie’s cast. “Poor baby”.

“It’s alright,” Sophie giggled.  “But since I’m left handed, that means I can’t use it to write”.

“Which is a big problem when you’re thirteen”, Owen said loudly, his arm on the back of Sophie’s chair. “Seventh grade. Lot of writing. And homework”.

“Dad”. Sophie squeaked indignantly.

“Seventh grade?” Bandanna man drew his hand back immediately. “You’re thirteen?”

“Well, I’m almost fourteen,” Sophie answered sweetly.

“In five months”. Owen added. “You’ll be fourteen. And still a child. Who attends school”. Sophie glared up at Owen. Bandanna man’s name was called by the receptionist, and he quickly sprung out of the chair and away from the situation.

“Real nice, Dad”. Sophie huffed. “God. Isn’t it like, your job to get along with people?”

“People who leave a dish towel on their stove and it starts a fire, yes,” Owen sighed. “But people who are bothering my child, it’s really not”.

“He wasn’t bothering me”. Sophie shrugged. “He was just being friendly”.  

“That’s certainly one word for it”. Owen said evenly. Behind him, he heard, “Sophie Strand?” Owen turned and saw Ms. Findlay, the occupational therapist Sophie had seen, standing behind him.

“Sorry to interrupt”. She said. “Sophie, I wanted to give you the schedule for the rest of your appointments”. She handed one copy to Sophie, and the other to Owen.  “The number at the top is mine, and the number below that is for the office here, in case any of the appointments need to be changed”.

“Thank you”. Sophie said. She looked back at Owen. “Was that okay? That was verging on friendly. I probably could have been more rude”.

“That attitude is doing you a world of favors, little miss”. Owen replied. “Thank you, Ms. Findlay”.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Strand”. She smiled. “And please, call me Lorraine”.

“I will. Lorraine”. Owen smiled. “And please, call me Owen”.

“Owen”. Lorraine repeated. “Owen, Sophie, I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“You’ll see me”. Sophie chimed in. “I’ll be here by myself”.

“Absolutely not,” Owen shook his head. “But your mother will take you”.

“That sounds good”. Lorraine nodded. “I met your wife last week”.

“Ex-wife”. Owen corrected. “We’re divorced”.

“You are?” Lorraine asked. Owen nodded. “Well,” she said. “It was lovely to meet you, Owen. I’ll see you on Thursday, Sophie”.

No pressure tagging - I tag @dreamingofmickeywaffles @sznofthesticks @reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @anewkindofme @eclectic-sassycoweyes @sugdenlovesdingle @inkweedandlizards @birdclowns @kiloskywalker @thebumblecee and anyone else who wants to do it- open tag 🫶

[savage-rhi]

⭐️ TELL ME ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU GOT GOING ON WITH WIPS

@seradyn OKAY FAM.

I don't have a whole lot going on because I am dealing with so. much. shit. outside of tumblr so my usual writing flow has been capped. HOWEVER, I do have some snippets I'd love to share (and I can't fucking wait till I have the spoons again and creative juice to work on them further)!

Ardyn x Reader (Chapter 2)

“I’m afraid there has been a change of plans,” Ardyn began. He held up his right hand, catching Y/N just before they were about to protest. “Don’t bother tempting me to redirect the circumstance. I did what I could within my influence.”

“This wasn’t part of our deal,” Y/N protested. They took a step toward him. “How am I supposed to get my affairs in order if I can’t go back to where I once lived?”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get theatrical,” Ardyn waved off Y/N’s concerns with his left hand. His smile seemed to grow while his gaze hardened. Purposefully sending mixed messages to Y/N regarding his emotional state.

“I am a man of my word: you will get your chance to sort through whatever is left of your old life.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, closing their eyes momentarily. “So what’s the new plan?”

“I thought you wouldn’t ask,” Ardyn chuckled. “There’s a port on our detour. I can drop you off there. I estimate from the port to Galdin Quay will take a half-day walk. You may arrive sooner if you can achieve another mode of transportation, and not tip anybody off that you’re infected.”

“You’re not going to drop me off at the Quay yourself?”

“I’m afraid not,” Ardyn sighed.

“You’re taking the risk of letting your goods fall into the wrong hands, I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m well aware,” Ardyn’s left eye twitched at Y/N’s remark. “I have good faith you wouldn’t let such an event transpire. It’s essential I stay out of sight and therefore out of mind for the rest of my stay in Lucis.”

“How do you know I won’t just take off, and go back on our deal?”

“Nothing outruns me. Besides,” Ardyn stepped forward, grabbing a hold of Y/N’s chin. The sudden touch caused them to gasp, and on instinct Ardyn’s grip tightened to further emphasize his point. “I trust you wouldn’t be so foolish to test my patience. After all, you of all people know what I am capable of.”

Y/N couldn’t argue with him there. Not when their mind flashed with a memory of the night the MedZin facility had been destroyed. Head to toe, Ardyn was covered in blood and bile. He lingered over a corpse, flayed beyond recognition. The ink-like black in his eyes, contrasting with his honey irises looked like dying embers: clutching onto whatever life was left by consuming all around it to keep the flame lit.

Y/N knew they would die by Ardyn’s hand, but not like that. Anything, but that.

ANNNDDDDDDDD A BONUS! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

A little snippet of a chapter to my fic that's been hiatus! (Resident Evil 8, Karl Heisenberg x Sonja Ainsley oc)

The Sacrifice (Chapter TBD)

Karl's head was swimming with confusion. While his body began to rise back into consciousness, he felt a powerful wave of dread fall upon his nerves. He knew instinctively that something was wrong, but his memory was a fog. A groan parted from his chapped lips. The blow to his head continued to radiate with an imperfect pulse. Someone had jumped him, but no particular names came to mind.

That's when he felt something grabbing at his leg, dragging him against the dungeon floor.

Karl shot up fully. His right hand extended and grabbed onto the intruder. Teeth bared and his eyes aflame with rage, he stared at Moreau with fatigued contempt.

The fleshly blob of a man stumbled backward, but never fell over due to Karl's grip. Whimpers began to leave Moreau's wet mouth as Karl's nails became sickle like claws. It was only a matter of time before he'd draw blood.

"You idiot," Karl growled. His eyes sized up his counterpart, breathing heavily while adrenaline began to course through his inflamed body. "What are you doing?"

"Brother...I save you. I get you out of here, before sister hurts you." Moreau said in between sobs. "Please...don't be mad."

Karl's head began to feel heavy. He let go of Moreau and slouched to his right. His left hand reached for the back of his neck. Dried blood was caked on his skin. Karl swallowed, wondering how long he had been in the dark.

"Codrina," Karl murmured to himself. He closed his eyes, trying to retract his steps while taking in deep breaths. "I was--heading to Codrina and---damn it."

"Karl..." Moreau swallowed. "Karl...I--we should go."

"Shut up. Let me think." Karl protested.

"Karl no...not safe...not safe for you or anybody. Karl please...we leave. Karl...Karl...don't run away. Mother will forgive. Mother will forgive if you tell her the truth. Karl...come on. Forget everyone. Let's go."

Karl may not have had the full picture of how he got from point a to point b, but he understood one thing from Moreau's babbling: Sonja was in danger, and somehow, it was his doing. In the back of his skull, Karl could hear the faint dark chuckles of Alcina, right before he had blacked out.

The fear from the trace memory split apart Karl's composure. Despite the agony his body felt, he launched himself like a feral beast at Moreau. His claws dug into the shoulders of his kin, drawing streams of blood and other fluids as he pinned him to the floor and bellowed right in his face.

"What have you done?! What have you done?!" Karl's eyes were filled with venomous rage. "Answer me you sniveling sack of shit! What have they done to her!?"

That's all for now :D

[jonathanbyersphd]

An INCREDIBLY late WIP Wednesday

Jonathan shouldn't follow Nancy, it's wrong, weird and he’s pretty sure it’s criminal. He keeps trying to justify it, that he's just going to be helpful in case she runs into any trouble. But he knows that if she catches him, he’ll be in the wrong here. Then again, that would require him to catch her because as it turns out Nancy is very fast. He only left the school about five minutes after she did and he almost lost her already. Admittedly, it’s difficult in the rain but the bigger part of that is his own fault for not suiting up. But he figures it’s better for him to get caught by in her plain clothes than for Spiderman to get caught. Nancy nearly slips off the curb in the rain and he holds himself back from rushing to help her. To her credit, her near fall doesn’t affect her determination in the slightest she continues along her walk like nothing’s happened. It’s admirable, she’s admirable and he’s already in too deep. The signal changes just as he reaches the curb and he mumbles out a curse under his breath. He feels a sudden buzz from his pocket and takes his phone out to check who it is. He doesn’t recognize the number so he declines. But then they call again, and again and again. The fifth time he finally caves and swipes up. 

“What?” he spits into the phone.

“Jeez Byers can’t even say hello" Steve nags

“Steve?” he guesses, shifting his phone 

“The one and only" he quips

“Sorry” he mumbles 

“You owe me big time” Steve taunts 

“For what?” he demands back

“The girl Natalie or whatever” Steve clarifies

“Nancy” he corrects, just as she crosses another street. 

“Yea that’s what I said so anyways I’m thinking as payback you come to this boring charity thing I have to go to tomorrow.” Steve informs

“Since when do you go to charity events?” he scoffs

“Hey I went to all of your birthday parties growing up" Steve jokes 

“I really don’t have time for this" he snarks back

“Hey c’mon I’m kidding look you can bring Naomi" he offers 

“Nancy" he corrects again, astounded and a little angry that Steve can’t be bothered to remember her name. 

“Whatever you can bring her and we’ll hang out” he resolves. 

He wonders if this is just some sort of punishment for canceling the Hamptons Spring Break plans this morning. He hadn’t even called he just sent a halfhearted text that he has to work. Then Steve, confusing as ever, told him it was cool and asked him for Argyle’s number. Which he gladly gave, it must be part of some grand plan to get buddy-buddy with his roommate in order to convince him to go. As if their growing distance can be lessened by sharing a couple of joints in Montauk. 

“Why do you want me to go so bad?” he asks, thinking of the last time he actually saw Steve on Halloween. 

“Fel thinks it’ll be good for my image” Steve explains casually, as though he shed any light on the situation. 

“Fel?” Jonathan asks again

“Yea my publicist” he scoffs, like Jonathan’s question was stupid.

“You have a publicist?” he chuckles back in shock. 

“A lot of things can change in six months" Steve says clearing his throat. 

Jonathan wonders if Steve intended on making him feel even worse for everything’s that happened. Or if it’s just a consequence of his own actions. He lets the words linger, before making a decision. But he should know by now that patience is not a virtue Steve has. 

“Look man” Steve starts remorsefully, twisting the knife of guilt in Jonathan’s stomach further.

“I’ll think about it” Jonathan interrupts, he’s the one who should be apologizing not Steve. 

“Great I’ll send your tux in the morning” She exclaims, shifting his mood suddenly 

“My tux! Wait! Steve?”

Jonathan pulls the phone away from his ear but Steve has already hung up. He straightens back up trying to find Nancy’s pink Umbrella in the crowd. He spots her at the intersection looking at her own phone with an incredulous expression that makes him smile fondly. He’s so lost in his infatuation that he accidentally catches up to her at the cross walk waiting for the light. He stalls just a few inches behind her, panicking. As the traffic light turns red a car hits the brakes but swerves on the slippery street onto the sidewalk. And Nancy would’ve gotten hit if he hadn’t perceived the scene seconds before. Instead he’s safely pulled her back from the accident and has his hand gripped around her arm. In the swift rescue she lost grip on her umbrella and it’s now pathetically lying in the gutter, he tries not to think about how she would’ve been there too if he hadn’t followed her. His memory betrays him all the same with a flash of her bent body on Halloween and he shudders. 

“Asshole” she shouts at the driver as they backup onto the street. 

He should let go of her sweater and run off but with his own heart still racing he can’t bring himself to do it. Nancy spins around forcing him to let go prematurely. He didn’t think a person’s eyes could go that wide but she’s surprising as ever. 

“Were you following me?!?” she demands loudly

Shit. 

[bluiex]

Something I was working on in church.(I realise that recently I’ve been going through all my unfinished ideas and I’m write do much for each! It’s so lovely when you leave unfinished ideas for a month and when you come back your mind wants to work again!)

Don’t trust the fae next door, It’s your love he’ll steal.

Living in a forest that was rumoured to hold many faes was probably one of the dumbest things Mumbo and Scar could have ever done. But hey! The plus side is, they made a new friend!

★ ☆ ✰ ★ ☆ ✰ ★ ☆ ✰ ★ ☆ ✰ ★ ☆ ✰ ★

You know, most people would think not to buy a house, that’s was extra cheap(My word!), next to forest rumoured to house one of the most dangerous hybrids. Most people would look somewhere else, they rather not have a change to lose their soul.(I’ve already sold half of mine!) Most people would’ve left the moment they saw where and how cheap it was, seeing it as s

But Mumbo and Scar aren’t most people. Actually Scar is dumber then most people.(Hey!) Mumbo was human. Just plain human, which makes him moving here even more stupid.(I’m just weak to the puppy eyes!) And Scar was half elvish, which means he’d probably survive meeting a fae, but the change of death isn’t that much lower then being human!(I can’t die! Who will take care of Jellie?!)

First few days were fine, tho things did go missing a lot.(Especially my cookies! My poor poor cookies..) Mumbo attempted to grow some vegetables, but the next day it looked like they had been bonemealed then stolen.(It’s honestly quite rude.) They tried many different ways of trying to stop whoever this thief was.(I’m telling you, it’s not Jellie! She’s just a baby.) But nothing work, even the trap had been set off and it was a really bad and obvious trap!

They would’ve moved if the house wasn’t so cheap, in a nice neighbourhood and so close to their jobs. (And no one comes to bother us cause their scared of the forest next door!) So they hatched a plan,(Wha- No! I hatched a plan! Scar made cookies!) 

The plan was simple, whenever Scar wasn’t able to work on a day, he’d wake up to snacks and drinks(Mumbo I’m telling you, it’s the same cookies I made too!)  The next time Scar wasn’t having the best day, he stayed up. But tried his hardest to look like he was asleep, then low and behold beautiful man came in as if like magic,(I would say he was be-uti-ful!) and started to check on Scar.

The man checked Scar as he was a baby wolf that broke its leg and the man was the mother trying to help it. (I- I guess that makes sense with how motherly he asks? I’m not quite sure..) He check him for any fevers or cuts, which as his name suggests, he as a lot.

[I would’ve finished it but I’ve got a busy day tomorrow and I feel like I’ll forget to send this so here! If I do finish it I might put it on ao3 or just my blog-]

I felt like doing a different writing style than usual. So it’s like the characters can hear the narrator but they can’t actually hear the narrator- idk how to explain it

-🌺🪸🥀

(please give me this power to finish my TP au- to finish anything really, i got so many wips)

Whatever this style of writing is i enjoy it. its like im talkin to someone-- anyways I LOVE THIS!! who is the man- is it Grian- is it someone else- WAH

[arieslost]

So I read your Biker!Oscar fic and whooo that was delicious 😋. I was kinda wondering if you could do a Biker!Lando fic, I didn’t know he was into the moto scene before f1 until recently, and was hoping you might have some ideas to play around with.

-🏎️ (could I be the 🏎️anon for you, please 🥺)

omg i’m so glad you liked it, i had such a blast writing it!! and of course you can be 🏎️ anon!! <33

you must be in my walls or something because i have a note on my phone full of future fic ideas and one of them is, and i quote, “BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO” 😭

i’m definitely gonna be writing a fic for him at some point in the near future after i finish writing requests and my current wips, but for now here are a few thoughts i’ve had about him… (i got carried away as usual, so i had to put a cut in 💀)

while oscar is, i guess you could say, more of your “traditional” biker (like he grew up around motorcycles and first got on one at the age of four and stuff like that), lando is crazy on two legs and started riding in the name of rebellion. his family is loaded, same with all his friends’ families. his friends all drive nice cars. sure, he could have that too, but he wants to stand out. he wants to be more than just another rich kid.

so instead of buying a fancy car when he turns 16, he buys a motorcycle. does he know how to ride? no! does he even have a license to ride? hell no!! this man damages the hell out of like three bikes before he finally gets the hang of it, much less gets his license. but i can see him just living for the thrill of it, so i feel like he’d have a motorcycle like you see on the road and a motocross bike and he treats them both like his own children. being on a motorcycle also makes him feel free, and he can’t get enough.

he gets pulled over a few times for speeding but that doesn’t even bother him because he’s an adrenaline junkie. his parents don’t like that though, so when he turns 18 he gets kicked out. the only help he gets is the money from his trust fund, and while it’s a solid chunk of change it’s not gonna last forever. so he strays away from that traditional biker vibe, gets more into the motocross scene and gets really good at it. but he’s just all competition all the time now, and he never gets to kick back on his motorcycle and just go for a drive or anything like that anymore. and that’s where i picture reader coming in with the goal to get him to just chill the hell out and get back to his roots.

i apologize for the possibility of my thoughts being incoherent as i am only half awake at the moment. thank you for letting me ramble about biker!lando because until now all of these thoughts have just been rattling around aimlessly in my brain <33

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

for the wip ask game:

"decorate her bones"

Thanks for the ask!

(for this WIP ask game)

This one's also for a Sapphic Summer prompt (also the prompt was actually "decorate my bones" but I guess I misremembered it when titling my document lol), and also has the same tiny word limit so the hard part is making it short enough. But anyway, it's angsty messy Kira/Keiko (Kira POV), with lots of weird vague feelings about pregnancy and bodies and the Prophets. For some reason it's first person POV??? And kind of in present tense?? Honestly the POV and tense is maybe the weirdest thing about this fic (jk, the fic is actually VERY WEIRD, BEWARE). Anyway, this is the whole draft, I still need to cut like 50ish words, and idk which precise ones lmao (and I want to add more!!! bc some parts still need better flow!! like I know there's parts that suck!!! but they are still IMPORTANT, you know???? if I can't figure it all out by the end of that event I'll just let it be the length it wants to be and post it, lmao).

Snippet (well, whole entire draft this time actually) under the cut:

When we first met, you defined yourself based on your disbelief in the Prophets, and I couldn’t imagine ever getting along with you. You—not just you, but all of you—represented a less self-aware version of the Cardassians, here to extract as much from us as you could. (Though my perspective shifted somewhat when my own religious leaders threatened you and your students with violence.)

And then… You carved a hollow into me and planted a piece of yourself within, pushing my organs prettily out of the way to make room. You didn’t mean to, but it happened: somehow, I was carrying your child, whether by accident or fate. Our blood mingles, now, in the veins of the baby named after me. 

I still haven’t moved out. I can’t quite leave, not until you’ve kissed me enough to make up for every wound you’ve inflicted. Because we’re burrowed deep into each other now. Fingers trace where our shapes have changed, where our skin stretched too far, our shared scars of motherhood. My tongue pushes past soft lower lips covered in hair and you ride hard on the ridges of my nose until you’re shaking, until you’re all I ever want to taste…

When you’re done, you bury yourself between my thighs. You’ve made analogies before to sea anemones and ferns to describe what I look like to you, but the Terran references are lost on me, so I prefer it when your mouth’s occupied as it is now. 

It bothers you when I cry out, praising the Prophets, but I’m not changing the way I express my joy. So we hold each other, hot and breathless. Knowing it won’t last between us, knowing all we’ll have left someday are our names carved into each other’s bones.

[artistfingers]

hi i just wanted to say i love soap bubble so much, i am going to be thinking about pining tsukishima for So Long, thank you

heheheh thank YOU anon, i am SO glad you are enjoying soap bubble~ pining tsukki is sooooo much fun to write and he and his problems are living in my head absolutely rent free

for the time being i'm working on the companion fic, surface tension, but don't worry.... i've written ahead quite a bit hehehe the next part of SB is well underway, and ST is already past 25k in my doc. (who allowed this??)

here's a little preview of the first few hundred words i've got for chapter 4 of soap bubble!! (very much a wip & subject to change, of course)

☆♬♪✧

It only takes the one round for Kei to largely tune out of the game. 

The next time his name is called, he opts to drink rather than picking between the two extremely generous choices of verbal humiliation and physical humiliation, then forfeits his turns to spin. The game is more fun as a spectacle than as a participant; most of his teammates have no qualms about making fools of themselves.

He feels like a specimen under a microscope all the same, examined from all angles. Kageyama keeps giving him unsubtle, pointed looks, like he’s trying to say something without actually saying something—Kei can’t be bothered to figure out what. 

On top of that, Tadashi’s puppy eyes are unrelenting, at least until they morph into more suggestive eyebrow wiggles, at which point Kei thinks he’d rather have the guilt trip.

Then, there’s Hinata’s secretive little glances—

Kei’s mood is still floating. Fuzzy and warm, his diaphragm a size too big, pumped with helium. It lilts and wheels, and it’s not completely unpleasant.

“—Tsukishima. Truth or dare?”

Eguchi’s spin has landed on him.

“Pass,” Kei drawls, swigging his beer to signal it.

“Oh, you’re boring,” Nishinoya complains.

“Spin again,” Kei says to Eguchi.

[bubble on Ao3]

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Hi! How are you? The line you shared in the tag game has me listening 👀 would you like to tell us something more about that wip? Totally okay if not.

Have a nice day/night~~

Hi!!!!! Thanks for asking :)

The line in question:

Aelin chuckled nervously. “I’m sure I’ll be paying you a decent sum. Why bother making your job easy?”

This is a multi-parter I started working on last year and have only added a little bit to since, I can’t promise it’ll ever see the light of day if I don’t get the motivation to continue it, but you can have the current summary for it!!

“Aelin prides herself on being independent. Strong. Unemotional, at times. Until one night changes everything and brings her closer to love than she’s ever gotten before. By pure chance, she meets Rowan, a man she only gets to know for several hours before he’s gone. Before they both go back to their real lives and remember that one night as a special, crazy, bittersweet memory that sometimes feels like a dream. But Aelin wants to do more than remember. Too bad she doesn’t know where Rowan lives. Or what his occupation is. Or his last name…”

[donotpercieveme123]

If nobody asked for him yet, Izuna for the ask prompt because I can’t get enough of him. And I’m going to throw a new one at you (only if you want to!) : Naori

Thx for the ask <3 and sorry for taking so long to answer😅 life kept happening or I kept forgetting.

I'll answer both. It's gonna be long so I'll put it under a cut and apologies in advance lol

Izuna

First impression

Didn't really have much of an impression of him watching the series I won't lie. I guess I thought he looked like Sasuke but NO WHY ARE YOU STANDING IN THE WAY OF PEACE?! Did think he would have had a lot of potential if they actually bothered to give him a shred of personality tho. And aside from wanting so so so much more about him and Madara, I also low key really wanted to see more of him and Tobirama because come on! The chemistry was there and they were obviously presented as parallels and foils of each other. I wanted more violence and I wanted it to be personal. Also them interacting as kids was kind of really cute (the way they knew each other's name) but also really heartbreaking seeing how fckn big those swords looked

Impression now

He was right about everything. But if ppl think Tobirama was bad Izuna would have been worse. On purpose.

He is just SKSJJSJSZB!! Best, most interesting, fun and heartbreaking and compelling and perfect character!! The layers, the grief, his importance!!

I won't lie his character is almost entirely made by the fandom and I don't even agree with or like the vast majority of the interpretations, but God I would kill everyone in this room then myself if I don't see him happy or in pain or perfectly collected and impartial but murderous and covered in blood and so fucked up beyond belief but still holding everything and everyone together despite the way every loss and failure kills him over and over again until he's lost all sense of himself outside of his duty and the people he failed. JDJDHXHXXXHXH HIMMMM!! Just imagine the moment any shred of child like hope he used to have was completely shattered and he became entirely nihilistic, angry and bitter, but also leaving him craving the peace he knows is impossible.

Also he so has eldest daughter, middle child energy

Favourite moment

It was pretty funny when he punched Tobirama in the face ngl

Also the way he reacted to another kid possibly being stronger than his big brother!😱 Djjdhd I can't breathe!! His little face!! He deserves everything good in the world

Idea for a story

Oh boi oh boi do you just want a never ending list of all my wips?

Literally endless endless possibilities so idk which to pick, where to start or how I'd ever stop talking lol

Literally anything and everything from back story and character analysis fics, to crack, to dark smut and graphic violence, to wholesome bittersweet found family. And that's not even touching the endless possibilities AUs would open up!!!

Unpopular opinion

As needed and honestly refreshing as the 'canon accurate' take on his personality is, I don't really think I like it all that better. It's honestly kind of boring and it reduces him to a narrative plot or some vague object in someone else's story that can be placed to the side and completely forgotten about or ignored. I find it takes everything that's significant and interesting about him then sucks everything else that would give him a fully fledged and compelling personality right out of it. I'm as tired as the next person by a lot of fandom interpretations but he doesn't need to be reduced to the human equivalent of a perfectly square, perfectly blank piece of paper. His role, importance, actions and convictions within the narrative aren't remotely changed if he's allowed to have layers of messy, gritty complexity. They'd become more fleshed out if anything. Let my man have a messy personality, please! I need something to sink my teeth into and tear apart like a chew toy!

Favourite relationship

It's literally impossible to pick just one so here are the ones I cycle through as the mood takes me.

MADARAAAA, I would actually kill for more gen uchiha siblings content! They're just- yh I don't even need to explain!

But also in that same vein HIKAKU!!!! Only child Hikaku adopting Izuna as his little brother after all his cousins are killed. Them working better together and having more in common with each other than with Madara a lot of the time (despite Madara initially being the glue that brought them together). Then the grief and blame after Izuna dies and jdndndndb!!!!

Similarly but on a different note NAORI!!!!!!! Platonic soulmates all the fckn way! Just them being best friends since childhood (probably the only stable and healthy relationship, that is only a touch codependent, that Izuna has ever had). Also I love the idea of the wlw mlm solidarity of having kids together because madara refused to procreate. And don't let me get into how Izuna's death affects her!

But also TOBIRAMA ALL DAY EVERY FCKN DAY!! They’re so perfect, the way they respect and hate one another for everything they represent and how much of themselves they see in the other, and the violent possessiveness born of it. But also the way they would fit and work together so well, how they see the possible friendship in the other and it only makes them more adamant about wanting the other dead. But also soft healthy friendship that's fun and bittersweet, especially as kids, and hdhdbxbx- No more needs to be said really

Favourite headcanon

God there r so many! But I love the thought of him having a younger sister who's somewhere between tobirama, itama and izuna in personality. And he got his sharingan after seeing her die at the hands of bloodline thieves, which he never stops blaming himself for. It massively shapes his unhealthy and somewhat obsessive need to keep everyone and everything together and safe. Not to mention the way he takes failure so personally.

(Thank you sm for asking for her btw!)

Naori

First impression

Her plotline was weird as hell tho, and it would have been cooler if she was around during the founders era

Really liked her right off the bat! Thought she had a cool design, amd loved her personality and the mediator role she played. Also loved the way she seems genuinely powerful and well respected, and how put together and kind but stern she was. True infj lol

Impression now

Same impression really, + my own ideas and backstory sprinkled in. For example, she's a lot more cynical than she present herself. I love the idea of her growing bitter after Izuna's death but coming out the other side better than say Hikaku because she still had people she needed to remain tender for.

Favourite moment

Idk the way she was introduced was pretty cool. Girl boss play ur mind games!

Idea for a story

I'd love to write anything after Izuna's death and the founding of Konoha.

Also I have zero fckn clue what her backstory was even about so I wanna rework that. I'm thinking a small group of Uchiha growing paranoid as Madara did and trying to assasinate Tobirama. Having accepted the reality they were now stuck in she makes it her mission to keep everything running smoothly and do damage control where necessary. (All for the benefit of the clan tho. She never actually accepts the will of fire and she would be the first to be able to say 'I told you so' when war breaks out again). So anyway, Tobirama agrees to let her peacefully deal with them as a 'show of trust' to any other Uchiha who might follow, but it still makes him weary of them as a whole regardless.

Unpopular opinion

Not a fan of her being written in to be shipped with whatever male character just so they can have a straight love interest. I want her to have motivations, a story, and complex thoughts and feelings outside that. That's how she was introduced in the first place! But idk if that's actually unpopular lol

Favourite relationship

Of course Izuna! Aside from what I mentioned in his bit I also like to think that they shared the same views about how the clan should be run, and especially about peace (as a whole vs peace with the Senju). And alongside being a genjutsu master and being well respected on the battlefield, I like to think that she had an affinity for healing, and she woke her Mangekyou after Izuna died because she felt responsible for not being able to save him.

But also Hikaku!!! After Madara leaves she's the only person Hikaku still has around, and despite both being two of Izuna's closest people, they only really get close after that. After he officially takes over as clan head she essentially also steps into the role Izuna had as Madara's 'right hand'. Which basically means that for all intents and purposes they lead the clan together.

Favourite headcanon

Tobirama came to her about the police force and despite hating his guts for killing Izuna they worked together. She founded the police force with her wife and had a hand in the way the anbu was initially structured. Tobirama first went to her out of guilt (and because Hikaku was more outwardly hostile lol), but over the years she became someone he deeply respected and who's advice he sought out. And despite never fully forgiving him the respect was mutual.

[eriquin]

WIP Wednesday Game, original post here.

Here’s how it woks:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

File Names:

HM&LR Chapter 19

The Third Task (draft)

Crown of Thorns

Silver Ogre

The Prophetic D&D Game

I'm leaving my bang fic out of this list because I can't post snippets from it, but rest assured that it's on my short list of things I need to write 100 words a day on anyway.

Snippet from The Prophetic D&D Game (which wasn't originally listed above but I went back to change it):

Gareth stroked his chin and nodded. “I’ll accept that. Okay, so Joe and I are at the desk by the archives when you guys walk in. You need to get our permission to access them, so you’d better have a good story, or else I’m going to have Joe throw you out.”

“Joe would never throw me out,” Dustin said. “He loves Gaten like a brother.” 

“Only when you don’t bother me at work,” Mike said. “When I’m at work, you little shits better be on your best behavior.”

Dustin snickered. “Oh, you know who you sound like?” 

“I know!” Mike slapped his hand on the table. “Oh my god, that’s how I’m going to play this, isn’t it? That’s a terrible idea.”

“What is?” Eddie asked. 

“Nothing. Nevermind,” Mike said, rubbing his face. “It’s not important. Anyway!” He slipped back into character. “Welcome to the city archives. How can we help you?” His voice dropped from a chipper customer-service register to a deadpan. “Oh, it’s you. This better be good, Maya and I are working.” Gareth started to giggle.

I keep a tag list in my drafts folder now, so tagging @withacapitalp, @izhunny, @steddierthings, @palmviolet, @loveinhawkins, @gigglebug

[in-a-slanted-outhouse]

9, 14, and 15 for the end of the year ask game 👀

Hi Assaily!!!

9. longest wip of the year

What I have posted of icttwya is at 21k words. All of the stuff I have for it in wip stages is probably around 15k words from memory so I guess icttwya is my longest wip

However out of stuff that is just in the wip stage I have a fic that is at about 27k words and it’s a monster. 18k words of that is on a single note on my phone and there’s so much of it that it lags when I scroll lmao. That fic is currently in my notes under the name Do It. Idk why I called it that. It’s likely that the name will change to something else once I get back to working on it but at the moment I just need something to be able to refer to it as. It started with me trying to rationalise how Five could’ve ended up at The Commission again as the founder and it has ended up being what is essentially 27k words of suffering and angst with Five not being the founder actually. It’s a complete mess of a fic and I think that some of the stuff I have for it is really cool but it’s nowhere near being done. I still have a lot to write for it and it’s probably best described as like 30 half written and unordered individual scenes. I am really excited for it but it needs a lot of work and the storyline needs revising but yeah :]

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

I didn’t expect to write a lot of fics tbh. I’m probably gonna say Pull On My Strings because that was an idea that I had on the 12th August 2021 and never did anything with it because I thought it was too dark and fucked up essentially. And it came about because I was half asleep lying in my bed pretty early in the morning thinking to myself like “haha wouldn’t it be fucked up if—” and that was the initial idea for POMS. The reason I picked it up again is because I found the original note with that date on it that I made for that fic to kind of pocket the idea:

“Can’t be bothered to write this right now so maybe later

I don’t even know what this was meant to be.

No I do remember what this was. It was the one with Allison and Five and the stitches. The one where Diego dies.”

And that is it. So I wasn’t really expecting to write that fic. It was just a fucked up idea I rotated in my brain for a day just under a year and a half ago and then discarded. I only started writing it again for fun and I wasn’t going to post it initially. It was just going to be me exploring a fucked up idea and then I decided that I liked it enough to post. But I’m really glad that I started writing it eventually because it’s one of my favourites that I’ve written and chapter two is going really well :]

15. something you learned this year

I think I’m a better writer than I was at the start of the year. I think I’ve learnt to enjoy writing and sharing stories a lot more. I’ve learnt to be more confident in myself. I don’t get as anxious about sharing my work in general including art and stuff as I did at the beginning of the year. I think that posting the first chapter of icttwya on a whim was really good for me because that was kind of the start of me putting myself out there and I think it’s really helped me just as a person in life