#I have millions of WIPs on my files

[poohadventuresinseamajors]

The last Cheetos puffs on my bag that are on my room since last week:

[television-overload]

Well dang, now I'm torn on what XF fic to write first. I've got tiny bits of each outlined. Hmm... let's see what the people have to say 🎤

Always happy to talk about my WIPs in my askbox! Or I'd love to hear your thoughts/ideas in the tags 👀

[bmpmp3]

i think theres still some notes that are off pitch or off timed BUT im making a lot of headway on this wip ...... and lemme tell you how happy i was when i realized that basically all the harmonies are just the same melody and octave down or up <3

[aethon-recs]

Themed Rec List | Voldemort-Raises-Harry Tomarrymort Recs

One of my favorite Tomarrymort themes is when Voldemort decides to raise Harry (perhaps to thwart the prophecy, or perhaps for other in-universe reasons, such as having shared soulmarks). Below is a selection of beloved fics where Voldemort is Harry's primary caretaker for some or all points during his childhood.

As always, please read the tags before reading any of these fics. There are some fluff and crack fics in this selection, but some of these do cover darker themes.

The flip side of Voldemort raising Harry is when Harry decides to raise Tom Riddle, so that will be the next batch of recs to accompany this one 🤍

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Voldemort-Raises-Harry Tomarrymort Recs

Antedate by @duplicitywrites (T, 6k, complete)

From infancy, Tom Riddle had a habit of touching his left forearm. Just below the inside of the wrist, fingers trailing down the pale, sensitive skin, brushing along the visible veins right down to the ever-flickering black ink that signified— Signified what, exactly, Tom did not know, and by the time he was old enough to question it, he was also old enough to know better than to ask.

As Portioned from a Whole by @cannibalinc (E, 24k, WIP)

In which Lord Voldemort undermines the Prophecy and raises the infant Harry Potter as His; in all aspects.

Daddy Dearest by @katsitting (E, 24k, complete)

“But daddy, doesn’t it make you uncomfortable? Is that not the first thing you said when I walked in?” Harry began, leaning forward to plant his hands on either side of the desk.

Eulogy by @meles-merrivale (E, 6k, complete)

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

Exegesis by liquoricepantomime (M, 38k, WIP)

In exchange for peace, Voldemort asks for Harry Potter. And so, there is a new legacy that forms—of The-Boy-Who-Was-Sold, and his childhood spent in a castle, with a man who has killed his parents. A man who is mad, and whose ire reigns fiery hell. A man he will marry, and yet knows nothing about.

File A by Kushimani (E, 7k, complete)

In a different universe, one in which Voldemort wins, Voldemort finds eight-year-old Harry Potter in the basement of Fenrir Greyback and takes him in, not wanting Harry to go through what he himself had at the orphanage. Perhaps sending Harry there might have been for the best, as Voldemort finds himself having sinful dreams about the boy and terrible urges that he eventually cannot ignore any longer.

In Death, Standby by Sophisme (M, 94k, WIP)

After the infamous massacre of the Potters, young Harry Potter went missing. It doesn't really help that years later he turns up again, a bit darker, stranger and more erratic than anyone had hoped for. But Harry hardly cares, since in the end it's his decision on which side he will fight; Dark, Light or no side at all.

Like My Very Own Blood by @monsieurclavier (E, 13k, WIP)

Minister Riddle won his election in part because he took the extremely charitable path of adopting a war orphan—Harry Potter, the child of a historically Light family—and raising the boy as his own. It was an investment worth making... or it had been, until his quiet, clever son grew into a brilliant, scheming Omega determined to seduce his adoptive father by any means necessary.

Local Dark Lord Upstart Opens Bank Account, Inherits Millions by @duplicitywrites (T, 4k, complete)

A seventeen-year-old Tom Marvolo Riddle walks into Gringotts to open a bank account. The goblin teller says he needs to take an inheritance test before his coffers can flow with gold and his enemies can tremble before him...

Pale Shadow by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 5k, complete)

Harry was seven years old, so he was much too old to be afraid of monsters. Especially when those monsters were nice and probably just wanted a friend.

The Cherished One by @acciotomriddle (E, 1.5k, complete)

Voldemort chose not to kill Harry that night in Godric’s Hollow, and decided to raise him instead.

They, of Riddle Manor by riddlereading (M, 16k, complete)

Tom Marvolo Riddle shows up at the front door of Riddle Manor, and Cecilia Riddle answers. It changes how Halloween 1981 normally plays out at the Potter house and the fate of the wizarding world as we know it.

This Is Why You Don't Summon Demons, Harry by Kushimani (E, 59k, complete)

Harry Potter is seven when he's left at the nearby church by Petunia to get an exorcism. He becomes curious about a book on the nearby bookshelf, and opens it. That leads to him summoning a demon that he makes a deal with. The demon, Voldemort, will protect him, and in return the demon will devour his soul when it is ripe.

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[qveerthe0ry]

WIP Wednesday

Because @for-a-longlongtime twisted my arm about it 😉

And because I know @moonlitbirdie and @perotovar and @sin-djarin and probably @sp00kymulderr have tagged me a million times and I’ve had no WIPs to show for it

Have some ftm Mulder and Bisexual Scully my beloveds 🥰

“Yeah, it works for me up until date number three, then things get pretty awkward pretty quickly.”

Her hand is on his knee now, and her thumbnail scratches little circles into his patella, and he wants to disappear. She hums and stares at him, and it isn’t pity that makes her gaze feel so heavy. It’s something else, something Mulder doesn’t even dare let himself think.

“Seems kinda silly in the grand scheme of things,” she mumbles.

Mulder hardly hears her.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs, looks down at where her hand is searing a fucking hole through his jeans and branding his skin. Mulder places his hand on top of hers, to encourage her or maybe just selfishly to feel her bare skin.

“It’s just… I would see it as a net positive. Knowing your way around the… uh… equipment so to speak.”

Christ.

Of all the things he’d expect to come from her mouth, that’s so low on the list that it’s laughable.

“Dana Katherine Scully,” he gasps. He has to cope with humor. If he doesn’t, he’ll melt into the mattress and become an x-file himself.

She giggles. Giggles. And squeezes his knee. He wants her so bad it’s pathetic. He has the sudden urge to kick a piece of gravel down the road and whistle a sad tune.

“I’m just saying, if they were smart, they’d take advantage.”

“Are you?”

Oh god oh fuck.

“Am I what?”

He clears his throat and looks away and let’s his hand fall back into his lap instead of on her hand.

“Mulder, am I what?”

“… Smart?”

His eyes are closed. He’s leaned his head back so far against the tacky motel bed headboard that his neck aches. He wants to run away, but he doesn’t want to stop feeling her hand on his knee, even above his clothes.

It feels like hours before she responds.

“I re-wrote Einstein, didn’t I?”

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I don’t even know who to tag anymore but if you see this and you post a WIP rage me in it I wanna see so bad 💕

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Virgin Dom Mobius finds out he has to go undercover...with Loki. 😏

“You’re going undercover,” Ravonna said, handing him a file and sitting down beside him on the sofa.

“Really? Wouldn’t you want someone else to do it?” Mobius frowned, opening it and reading the first page. It was a mission to find a variant hiding out in suburban Ohio. He’d gone to ground after an initial chase and all scans indicated he hadn’t moved on. He was unarmed; a sitting duck.

Mobius was to settle into the community, make friends with the neighbors and report back with intel. That was it.

Ravonna picked up her glass and took a swig. He could feel her eyes on him while he tried to read as much as he could. Flipping the page, he scanned the next sheet and saw a photo of a white picket-fenced home labeled ‘where you will be staying.’

“Will you do it?”

“I haven’t got through all the paperwork but it looks alright,” Mobius agreed, not looking up. He wasn’t sure why he’d been given this mission in place of someone more used to field work—Ravonna must want him out of her hair or something, but this could be an excuse for a free holiday. Maybe it would be fun.

He flipped through some more pages until he reached the last one and there, with their signature smirk and dangerous eyes, was a photo of Loki and a note stating why they would be accompanying Mobius on this mission: they needed a Dom/sub pair.

“No,” Mobius gasped. “You don’t really mean this?”

“You’re compatible. You’ve got the patience to deal with…those more wayward than most, and they’re…eager to explore.”

He picked up his glass and down the contents. A million thoughts rushed through his head. It had been hard not to notice Loki’s stares when they passed by his desk, how they’d deliberately dropped something on the floor near him to make him turn around and look. He’ll never forget the time he found that pink sex toy in his drawer.

Mobius knew Loki was more than just a handful. Bringing them to heel in a prim and proper world where subs stayed at home behaving might be nigh impossible.

“I think you should get someone else.”

“I disagree. You are more than capable. Look how you handle that last case. You kept persevering even when I thought we’d have to give up. You can do this.”

Mobius huffed, feeling hot under the collar. Managing one tough case wasn’t a clear indicator he was going to succeed here, especially when Ravonna didn’t know his secret.

“I still think it’s better…”

“No, you’re going and that’s final.” Ravonna got up and poured herself another drink. “There isn’t anyone else I can send, and I need my best on the job.”

“But I’m…”

“Mobius. I won’t have you continue to downplay your vast experience. You can do this and you will because I said so.”

“Ravonna…”

“No ifs, no buts. You’ve got 2 sleep cycles before you need to go; that’s all I can spare you. Oh, and you’ll need to brief Loki, too. Don’t mess this up.”

Tags under the cut

Tagged by @elodiah @lokimobius @kcscribbler @cha-melodius 💕💕💕💕

Tagging @devilbearingtrouble @doomed-spectacles @thosegayoldmen @mystic-voyager @faux-fm @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian @starrose17 @starport-seven-five @dewdropreader @dreamycloud @insert-witty-user-name-here @mirilyawrites @chaos-monkeyy @blackbirdofasgard @silentxsymphony @illiasha @primewritessmut @stillwanderingflame @in-my-loki-feels @ceeceetv @boredintjqueen @voulezvulcan @rins-love-wins @natendo-art @wolfpup026 @mobius-m-mobius

And if you've clicked to read this and aren't tagged and want to share your WIP, consider yourself tagged

[guppybibi]

Wip Wednesday:Love Resetᯓᡣ𐭩

The two of you would've never expected for it to end up like this—never in a million years. “Seriously? I came back after months of deployment to see my wife file for divorce. Are you serious? ”The words stung like isopropyl alcohol being sprayed into an open wound, but he was right. You should've at least explained before making the big decision; maybe it still could've been fixed. Either way, no one deserves to get divorced without a proper explanation. That's just a shitty move. “I’m sorry, it was a bitchy move.” You try to explain before he cuts you off. “It is. You couldn't even at least call or text me before you did it?”He was mad, you could tell. The way his grip tightened on the steering wheel was concrete proof of it, his body language screaming loudly at the moment. “Eyes on the road, Simon.” You reminded him, worried about yours and his safety. But Simon wasn't having any of it; it seemed like that set his candle off to turn into a raging flamethrower.

“My eyes are on the road, wife. Don't tell me what to do before you explain yourself, or you're getting out of this car.” Angrily, he roared at you. It felt like the go signal for the argument to start was just lifted. “I will! Can't you wait and just be a little patient? Also, you cannot make me get out and walk home in the middle of the night! ”You snap back, making Simon lose his focus on the road. “You're always barely there, Simon; we might as well have been divorced a long time ago! I know it's selfish, but I need attention too! ”How ironic that at this moment, when a passing truck is about to hit the both of you, his attention is all yours?

And those could've been your last words, yet they weren't. The next thing you see is yourself in a clinical and sterile environment, not cozy at all. You're at a hospital, you could tell; you're not dumb. Turning over your bed, you see a man. He had dirty blonde hair and looked equally as messed up as you, though some scars were already faded. He probably didn't get them in whatever freak accident he was in.

(there's more tbh but idk)

[nugatorysheep]

Wip Title Game

Tagged by @novantinuum

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

I am not tagging 50 million people so @extranuts @flaretheskywing @dragonuva @roseetube post some WIP titles cowards

I have several docs that are just meant to be informative that I'm not listing because there's not much to talk about with them, and a TON of unfinished art that is like pre 2022 that will def not get done ever so its been yeeted into my Untouchables folder and also isn't listed here lmao

For convenience, I've taken out any duplicate files that are the same thing but in a different format

As you can see I have three brands of naming conventions for my files: Objective, Boring Name that just Is What It Is, Song Title and/or Lyric, and Shit Post Cause I Was Tired

Lord help me I have SO many WIPS

(Non-Informational) Writing Wips:

Bad End FOM Fic Beguiler of Wills Burning despair does ache Chapter 9: What does it matter how my heart breaks Drabbles Druidbreak Ficlet FOM WIP Doc Glimpses of life denial WIP IDK what to call this but yeah IEOE stuff idk Intermission XXX: Separate Ways Intermission XXX - Last moments of pure recall Intermission XXX - Look in my eyes she still holds the power Intermission XXX - The way ahead feels lonely Intermission XXX - Loss of want back there Pit AU - Editing Prism R&C Soundtrack Breakdown Six Forty Seven Slug it out Tell Me Something Good

Art Wips (I have a million of these):

[shoves hand in abdomen for the symbolism or some shit].clip ask.psd Axel Sketches.clip baneful bunker.png beat up boys.clip Beyond Bliss Gems Lineup.clip Bliss rose stuff for later.clip break the bank.clip chompers.png Connverse dump.clip Cupid dump.clip Druid x Sven x Sonny.clip Dryad sketches.clip EINF Steven.clip evil boi.clip evil leo doodles.clip Eye contact.clip Fab fly floret.clip failure 01.clip Frame of Mind Sketchbook.clip Fusion Chart.clip gay as fuck to be a test subject. what are you testing, your capacity for homosexual desires.clip (this is one long ass title lol) goober.clip Haven't you noticed I'm a star.clip He can say it cause i said so.clip he yeeteth and yoinknth away.clip HEARTBREAK SPINEL REF.clip homie rolled a nat one on genetics fr.clip HONEY REF.clip i am so fucking hungry bro imma make noodles 1.png (there's 4 it's a comic) I have made a new boy.clip Illustration (2).clip Illustration (3).clip Illustration.clip Illustration2 (2).clip Illustration2.clip Inner Demons.clip it triggered his flight or fight response.clip Karma Sketchbook.clip lazer_eyes-3A4E6.clip Lemme tell you what it's like to be a Zero.clip Loss Dot Jaypeg.png me.clip Mermay HB.clip mermay.clip MINOTUAR MAN.clip mirror_gem_designs.clip ML Stevonnie.clip munchmunch.clip Nova Artfight 2.clip Now that it's raining more than ever.clip old man lizard.clip oops all pain lol.clip open arms.clip Pasture crew.clip rare dizzy art.clip Real.mdp Ref wips.clip Sarkhan's Dragonfire.clip Save a horse ride a cowboy.clip Say that again i dare you.clip Screenshot 2023-09-23 001021.png Senkywenky.clip SFW Sketchbook.clip ShatteredStar.clip Show off those guns.clip Slugman the second coming.clip Snaps and snarls.clip so what's the point of holding tight onto my feet.clip Soap.clip some mtg quote.clip Space faggot.clip spongebob window meme.clip Starnheim_Unleashed.psd STEVEN ON LION.clip SU AU Battle Cuts.clip SUDF page redraw.clip Suneater.clip SUTREK.clip Take A Breath.clip Talking to Myself Redraw 1.clip (there are several of these it's a comic) THE SUN IS GETTING LOW.clip THERE IS NO MANA IN THIS AIR.clip they love each other.clip this was supposed to be shoes idk what happened.png Throwing boys at the wall to see what sticks.clip Tourmaline.clip Tower of boys.clip Trolls bullshit.clip tumblr bait purple rabbit man but the lame version [springtrap did it better].clip uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit idk.clip Union of Love.clip wahho.clip Welcome to the grid user.clip Welcome to the grid user.png Will you be satified.clip wip 02.clip You're MINE.clip zoo doodles.clip ZOOLOGY GEMS REF TWO.clip

[klunkcat]

2024 Writing Roundup

tagged by @goodlucktai MWAH <3

Words Posted:

92,074

Additional Words Written:

the sheer magnitude of my google doc file count consisting of half buried wips and also rambles about my own dnd character would kill a small child

Fandoms:

TMNT

Trigun

its weird bc I was into like several things this year but also nothing stuck in my old brain soup so here's hoping 2025 makes me more deranged in new and exciting ways

Highest kudos + Highest Hit One-Shot:

I think forget me nots tbh for both lol

New Things I Tried:

collabing! if you somehow missed the gioverse collab fic thing w me and rem and tai and sol, well.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On:

absolutely the thing that buries me I have genuinely had this as a wip in my docs for over a year

Fic I Spent The Least Time On:

that is impossible to tell because I obsessed over all of them for different reasons I fear. maybe the 'kitchen counters' chapter in live to let you shine because I was in a fugue state of insanity

Favourite Thing I Wrote:

sun digs its heels was an ode to my poor baby kitty cat so I think that one

Favourite Thing(s) I Read:

BRO. SO MANY.

If I have to narrow it down...

we know im the number one taizi stan thats the loml but the gioverse truly pulled me into a creativity spiral i have not felt in forever so please read raised on little light immediately. only going up from here is the portal duo vibe forever along with can't help but become the sun. made me cry, worlds were changed.

I was not expecting my fave fic writer from years ago to come back with a sequel to underdark let alone this absolutely insanely good banger of a post rise movie fic along with the current follow up. the way mikey and leo are in this made me feel. agony? I think agony. anyways @plothooksinc 's stuff is really emotional and action packed and gets the characterizations right in such a specifically intense way.

take one for the team by @remedyturtles made me clinically unwell actually, and of course deathwish because sensei is actually i think the depressed millennial of all time. the way rem writes punches me straight through with an emotion I do not know how to name so there's that.

creation of a philosophers stone is so unique to me and about a dynamic with mikey and draxum that I never see really delved into? idk this is some incredible stuff by IgnisCanis

for something completely different, houses like tombs absolutely wrecked me. jjk content is always heartbreaking in this way that knocks me over but this one is so unique. damn.

I really need to remember to bookmark stuff more often because I definitely read way more than this and I have likely forgotten some life changing stuff but what can we do

Writing Goals for 2025:

write more tbh! I have a million google docs but it would be cool to finish more things

New Works:

hadestown au with tai will be real i s2g as will the daemon au, which I am keeping alive with my bare hands thanks. I am currently working on a sequel to running on low which I'm determined to finish sometime in the next few months i hope

With new trigun season coming out.... ambiguously soon... I'm sure I'll be overcome and crazed there, and will definitely finish the thing that buries me asap too

Tagging: 

tagging @byrdybyrd02 and @camsthisky if yall havent done one of these already! and of course anyone who wants to :)

[cozymochi]

Ooh as someone who also moved from one art program to procreate, I’d like to hear how are your experiences with the program so far? :> My only personal gripe with it— is how hidden some of the features are (<- my own fault for never watching tutorials)

PRETtY GOOD because now when I open medibang I instinctively do procreate gestures now 💀 so my old habits are being unlearned. I need to move medibang WIPs up there but I’m an idiot who draws a million drawings on the same canvas files. (I saw a popular post clowning someone about that and I was like ;,) )

Having a lot of features hidden and not directly in my face is what made me not wanna use procreate for…forever.

I only made progress because I DID eventually cave and watch the official procreate beginner tutorials (that and to leave art block) 😭 and by watch, I mean actively follow along. SO IF AnyThinG you probably should watch them cuz they help a lot (and my links keep not working but I watched the “Procreate Beginner Series” from the devs)

ITS GOOD TO FOLLOW ALONG WITH A GUIDE tO eAsE Ya inTo it

I’m still finding new stuff though but so long as I can accomplish the same stuff I used to I’m ok 🫡 except now it’s less effort

[fastcardotmp3]

wip wednesday thursday weekend!

tagged by the stupendous @figthefruitfaeth & @fragilecapric0rnn <3

rules

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!

wips:

daniel (sorta) lives au - 911, buddie + madney

kas!chrissy (finale!)

bear au

snippet (from the new 911 fic bc apparently i don't have it outta my system yet):

“So, you’re with her, then?” Eddie nods towards the still ongoing conversation. All he gets is a frustrated and harsh exhale of a sigh in response. “You more a guard dog or a prison warden?”

And that earns him the sharpest look yet, actual fight behind the eyes rather than just a blank wall of strength. Eddie lifts his brows in question, unperturbed by the insolence he’s being met with. 

“Brother,” he snaps, all indignation and almost spitting with it. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Eddie hums in acknowledgement, crosses his arms over his chest and looks back through to the locker room just in time to see Chimney, back to them and face out of sight, still say something loud with his body language as he unsteadily lowers himself to sit on one of the benches. 

“Well, you can stand down, brother,” Eddie says, even as he shares a look with Hen across the way, nods her on as she makes moves towards the locker room just in case. “Chimney’s a good man.” 

“They always are,” he mutters, under his breath like it’s not intended for an audience, but Eddie is standing close enough that all of it is for his consumption too, no matter the steps taken to hide it.

tagging! (with zero pressure and one trillion million love): @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @kkpwnall @snowangeldotmp3 @starryeyedjanai @yourbestclothes + anyone who wants to join!

[baronessblixen]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

Tagged by the amazing @frogsmulder. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

417 🤯

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

774,561 - I wanna get to a million now, wow

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files, Frasier. At least on AO3. I have way more fandoms on ff.net (where I used to post).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Prompts & Drabbles

Fictober 2020

Fowl Play

Love is Not Blind

Some Things You Just Can't Fake

5. Do you respond to comments?

For a while I did and then I forgot again and I'm always afraid I will reply to someone but oversee someone else. In theory I want to respond to all of them! I just got two amazing ones in the last two days. So thoughtful and so plain kind. I definitely need to reply to these people.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wrote one where Mulder dies (of old age, though) but I'm not even sure it's on AO3.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them have a happy ending! I don't think I have a story without a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. Mostly in the distant past, but I think some more recent hate too. If I remember correctly, it wasn't directed at a fic in particular but rather at me as a writer in general.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written a few smut stories. I know it's a popular genre, but I gotta be honest and admit that it's just not my favorite. Neither writing nor reading it. I know that's a very unpopular opinion.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Again, not on tumblr, but I think I wrote a Frasier/Hot in Cleveland crossover once.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Hmmm. I think maybe one?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! I co-wrote Eden with a bunch of others! I mean we each wrote chapters but that still counts, right? It was a lot of fun and I'd love to do it again.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder and Scully

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Five Minutes Series. I think about it so often but I like the chapters I have written a lot and I'm afraid to screw it up by writing more.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm decent at writing dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything. I struggle with describing an environment or surroundings. I gotta admit I sometimes even skip reading those parts when other people write them. I don't see those things in my head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Technically I always write dialogue in another language since English isn't my native language. I've written a few German fanfics and that was a lot of fun. Might do it again.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was either Friends or X-Files. Or if we count stories I only wrote for myself then it's Scarecrow and Mrs. King.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Can't choose between my babies!

Tagging @xxsksxxx @randomfoggytiger @agent-troi @numinousmysteries @oohnotvery @atths--twice (feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do it!)

[uwu-reading-thing]

Here is a WIP Of the Madeline POV fanfiction I was talking about the other day. I did the episode I was currently on at the time. If anyone points out me spelling Michael as both Micheal and Michael I'll lose it. I know. I promise It will be fixed. 😭🙏 most of the progress I have left on this is fixing verbage or word flow and stuff like that.as well as spelling errors. (So many fucking spelling errors)

It's a great sign when you're correctness score is 54℅ and everything is 80℅ and above. 😭

It's gonna be under the cut cause according to Grammarly it's an 11 minute read. 25 if you're reading it aloud. Its almost 2.8k words. (I did not intend to write that much)

Season 5 episode 15.

I was getting ready for my date with Benny when Micheal decided to call me out of the blue. He said something about needing to tell me something. Didn't let me get a damn word in. If he did I would have told him I had a date tonight which is a lot more important to me than any spy business he needs my help with. I love Micheal. I'd do anything for him but Benny is one of the first guys I've chosen right. He's much better than that fling I had with Sam's buddy a while back. That was sweet but just a fling. He wasn't sustainable in the long run. Not like I'd want him around much longer with how much Michael couldn't mind his own during that whole thing. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I don't need my son doing it for me—Benny's a lot better than Frank too, at least near the end. I loved Frank a lot at one point, oh to be young and in love. Some days I regret him. Some days I dont.

I look in the mirror and do the finishing touches on my hair. Another good thing about Benny, Micheal likes him. Or at least I hope he does. He's done a couple of double dates with him and that must count for something. I do hope Micheal likes him. It's not like I'll stop dating him if he doesn't. But it would be nice to see the boys I care about get along. As I'm putting my last earring in I hear Micheal come in.

"Whatever you're here for, Micheal, it can wait." I start walking towards Micheal trying to finish putting my last earring in. "Benny's on his way" I can't help a smile pass my lips as I think about the night out we have. "He's gonna take me to the movies" I bend over to grab my purse and leave.

"Actually, mom... It's about Benny" I hear the hesitation in his voice. He only speaks like that when there's bad news. My smile slips from my face, a million thoughts rushing through my mind.

"About Benny? What's wrong"

"The man who's blackmailing me, Anson.. He's using Benny to spy on you and us."

"What" I laugh. God this can't be true. I won't let this be true. "Michael, Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous. It's true, ma. We traced a phone call."

"You're serious" Michael looks away nodding. This can't be true. He has to be lying. This is just like when he kept me away from Sam's friend. "No way. Benny isn't like that. He's not a spy."

"You're right Mom. He's not." Micheal uncrosses his arms and hands me the files. I feel stupid not noticing those in his hands before. "He's not a trained operative. But Anson is teaching him some tricks- how to spot a tail, not parking in the same space twice"

"No- see. I- um. I told Benny a lot of those crazy things that you had me do. That's probably why he's acting like this" This can't be true. Not Benny. Not another person using me for my son. My always hunted son.

"Mom, he's acting like an asset who's being run by a spy" His voice gets firmer. The truth gets harder to deny. "I have to bug his place this afternoon. So keep him at the movies Just act normal." Great. I'm being used again for my son. Except this time I'm deceiving a man I love. A man who's been deceiving me for a long while. Maybe even since the start.

I look back down at the file with photos of the man I love doing incriminating things. "You make it sound so easy."

"It is, Ma"

"It's easy for you." He doesn't get it. He doesn't get how much I care. "Ever occur to you you're wrong"

"Im not wrong" his voice is soft. Almost sorry. I want to say more to fight to argue. To tell him that he is. That Benny couldn't do it. Not the man I love. The doorbell rings before a thought finishes itself to become a sentence to retort at him. "I know this hurts you but you have to trust me on this" His voice is that soft sorry tone still.

"No. Not on this one. I'll find out the truth my own way." I walk away from him to go to the door. To go to Benny "And if you're right. I'll plant the bug myself But if you're wrong-" I open the door.

"Hi." Benny stands outside smiling with flowers.

"Hey. Benny, Hi." he hands me the flowers "Oh they're beautiful"

"For a beautiful woman." He steps inside. I look him in the eyes. An asset? What nonsense. Not my Benny. He kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you" Micheal walks over smiling. His entire demeanor shifts. Not something I'm not used to. But something that specifically hurts now. How could you be so friendly to the man I love after asking me to betray him?

Benny turns to face him " Hello Micheal"

They shake hands "Good to see you, Benny."

"How you doing? Hey, listen you wanna join us?" I look between Micheal and Benny. Looking for something in either of their faces. Hoping for an answer. Benny just continues. " I'm not normally a fan of romantic movies but I promised your mom I would take-"

"Thanks for the invite" Micheal cuts him off before he can finish. His tone is raised slightly. He does it when he's annoyed. Others might not notice but I do. "But I have to go do something" vague. Classic Micheal.

"Oh, that sounds mysterious. What is it"

"It's me. Always working."

Benny laughs. "Okay." He pats Micheal back as he walks by and out the door.

"Have fun you two." I watch as Micheal closes the door behind him.

"You about ready" Benny places his land on my lower back.

"Yea. I just have to put these in water." He got me very beautiful flowers.

I walk away to go find a vase. He waits by the door checking the clock for time. I love this man. I trust this man. He is not a spy or an asset or whatever Micheal said he was. He's Benny. The man I know. The man I loved. I can't be wrong. I can't keep on being wrong about the men I love. I grab a vase from a cabinet and start filling it with water. How am I going to even figure out if Benny is an 'asset' anyway? I know I said I would but I don't know where to start.

"So have you planned on what movie you're taking me to see" I place the flowers on the vase and walk them to a table. Benny watches me as I do all this. Is Micheal right? Is he just watching me? Or does he love me? Or did I just start a conversation and now he's looking at me? I'm being too paranoid.

"Oh, I don't want to ruin the surprise. Are you ready to go now? We don't want to be late."

"I'm all set." I wrap my arm around Benny's as he leads me outside. He walks me to the passenger side of the car and opens it for me.

I chuckle "Oh you spoil me." I sit myself down in my seat.

"I only do it for the best, Maddie." He smiles as he closes his door and walks around to the other side.

Deep breathes. He's not an asset. He's Benny. He's the man you love. Micheal is just paranoid. And his paranoia has got me all in a tailspin. We're going to watch a movie. We are going to have a great time. He is not using me to spy on Micheal. He loves me.

"Is something wrong Maddie" I look up and see we are already on the move. I don't remember when he got into the car or when we started driving off.

"Oh. I'm just lost in my thoughts. Something Micheal said. You know how it is."

"That son of yours. Always getting more attention than me. Even on dates."

"Well, He's my son Benny. I would do anything for him. He's always my first choice." I keep my head facing forward but let my eyes flicker off to the side to see if I can read anything on his face. I don't know what I'm hoping to see it's not like he's going to say 'Really Maddie? Guess I have to admit I've been using you to get to him then.'

He smiles and then nods "I wouldn't expect anything less from a mother as loving as you. What did he say?" I wince at that question internally. Is he curious because he wants to be there for me? Or is he curious because he's here to spy on me and Micheal?

"Oh, he never gives me details. That boy and making his mother worry. It was something about someone spying on him. I told him he was just paranoid. He always is. He's the type to believe his own shadow is tailing him." I wait for some big reaction. For something I could use to prove to Micheal, that he's not an asset. Anything I could use to prove that to myself. Just a sliver of proof one way or another.

He just chuckles. His sweet caring chuckle. I hope to God Micheal is wrong.

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I sit outside Benny's house with a bottle of wine, pecan pie, and salmon in my passenger seat. The perfect excuse to break into my boyfriend's house and search for proof he isn't lying to me. That Micheal is wrong.

He's away from home and he shouldn't be back for a while. I put the cigarette to my lips breathing in. Letting the smoke settle my nerves. Time to prove Micheal wrong. I grab the pecan pie and salmon. Leaving the wine in case I need an excuse for one of us to go run and grab it. Once I'm at his door, I place the food down for a second grabbing the fake rock with the key in it. Once I get inside I make quick work of setting an alibi. The one thing I've learned is, If you're going behind someone's back you better have an excuse for why you're there. I set the table up for two. It's a really sweet gesture if it wasn't a lie.

I walk around the house searching for anywhere that would be a good hiding spot, making sure that anything I touch is back the way I left it. I find a locked drawer. As I grab a bobby pin from my shirt pocket I pray it's nothing. I rifle through planners, pencils, and notepads. Relieved I see nothing until an odd piece of wood on the bottom of the drawer stands out to me. I move it to discover a hole. The drawer has a false bottom. Dread inches its way across my face. No. Please don't be true. I lift it to see a file with photos and photos of Michael with Sam and Fiona. Why did he have to be right? Why did Benny have to do this to me? Why couldn't I choose a good man that doesn't put me and my son in danger?

Keys Jingle from outside. I shove the files back in and close the drawer as fast and as quietly as I can. I stand up and turn towards the door to see Benny getting back home.

"Maddy. What are you doing here?" He looks surprised to see me.

"What do you think I'm doing here? Suprising you" It hurts to lie to him. It hurts to do this.

"Well... How did you get in?" He walks up to me. He's less than a foot away. Moments ago I would have loved him to be so near. But now I'm worried he'll figure out why I am actually here.

I laugh a bit, "Benny. I mean, come on" I let a smile slip across my lips. "I stayed over a few times. That fake rock of yours doesn't fool anybody."

"Well why wouldn't you just-"

I cut him off "Why wouldn't I just make dinner for my boyfriend" I gesture towards the alibi I brought. "Salmon you're favorite. And for dessert pecan pie."

"Pecan pie? You know me too well Madd"

"Better every day, Benny" I feel the pain in the words as I say them. I know him too well now.

"Oh, I left wine in the car. Will you get it? And I'll set the table."

"Ok. You got to remind me to leave the house more often" He leans in for a kiss. As our lips touch I can't keep my eyes off him. Watching for what he's going to do next. Scared he knows something somehow.

Once he leaves the house I grab his landline and place the bug. Micheal was right. My stubborn boy was right once again.

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Once again I sit outside my boyfriend's house. At this point former boyfriend. MIcheal in the driver seat with the radio in hand. We both listen to the bastard who betrayed me. I keep flipping through the file of Benny Micheal had given me trying to make sense as to why he would do this.

"Ma, you don't have to do this. I'm fine sitting here by myself."

I put the paper down and cross my arms. "It's Okay, I don't care how long it takes. I planted that bug. I want to hear what he has to say. I want to know if it was all a lie"

"It's never all a lie. It's always more complicated than that" Micheal turns to look at me.

I turn away. "I thought he had feelings for me" I feel my voice quiver.

"Honestly, he probably did" I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. It's nice to know it wasn't all fake. But heartbreaking to know he would betray me while still liking me.

"Hello" The radio crackles with Benny's voice.

"You haven't been returning my calls" The voice of a man I don't know responds. I'm assuming it's the man Micheal was talking about earlier. Anson? The one blackmailing him.

"That must be Anson on the other end" Micheal looks focused. My guess was right. Lucky me. I get to hear the conversation between the man who betrayed me and the man blackmailing my son.

"I've done everything you've asked of me" Benny's voice comes through the radio again. "When will it be enough?"

"When I say it is. You did take my money after all" Anson's voice responds. So it was for money. I wonder how much money it took to hurt me like this.

"yes. I took your money. And I feel terrible. And I'd take it all back if I could. I hurt this woman."I felt a tidbit of relief at his words. Micheal was right. It wasn't all fake. He cared about me. In some way, he cared about me. "And I'm thinking she's starting to suspect something." Oh.

"Now is not the time to panic. Do you understand"

"I understand"

"Did you get the package I sent you"

"I got the package"

"Package" curiosity fills Michael's voice. I'm guessing he didn't know about this little part of Benny and Anson's deal.

"I don't understand why I need another wireless mic. The one I have works just fine" Benny's voice rings in my ears. A mic? How long has he been micced? On all our dates? The double dates I took him on? When I'm spending the night at his house? When he was at mine. What time in our relationship wasn't under observation for this Anson guy?

Michael gets out of the car and starts running towards Benny's house.

"Mi- Michael! What's happening?"

"Yes, I'm opening it." Benny's voice rings out over the radio again.

"Michael!" I don't get what's happening. But I'm worried. Michael wouldn't leave the car unless it was important. What's with the package? What's going to happen?

*BOOM*

I gasp as Benny's house gets blown up. Benny. Oh no.

Michael turns back to look at me as I stare in horror at the smoke billowing out of his house. The package was a bomb. The man I loved is dead.

[thisapplepielife]

I've decided to do NanoWriMo for the very first time. I thought about it, like a million years ago, but have never attempted it.

This year, I looked at the rules to see if you could continue an ongoing WIP, and that seems to be fair game now, so I'm gonna use this time to (try) and finish the Steddie fic I'm working on. I'll be NaNo Rebel. I don't mind.

I don't actually know if it will require 50,000 more words. But at least working towards fleshing it all out, and maybe even finishing it, will be the goal for the month.

I made myself a spreadsheet. It's pretty basic, but I like data. (I once took up running just because I liked the data of it. Don't ask, lol.)

If anyone else wants it to use it, it's located here, and it is for Google Sheets. It is only for a goal of 50,000 words. Since I made it for me, I didn't think to build it around changing to a different goal. Sorry!

It was designed for me to just glance at the current Word Count in my Google doc at the end of the day, and plug that into the C Column. If you use multiple docs, or something else, this might not work for you as easily.

You'll need to go to File>Make a Copy before you'll be able to edit it. You'll only need to enter numbers in C Column every day. Everything else will populate. And if you're going rogue like me, just put your current starting word count as of Nov 1st in B2 instead of 0, and everything else will shift to get you to 50,000 new words at the end of the month. (Doing that will make it look to be in the negative until you enter the first day's end word count in C2.)

Happy writing! ❤️

(PS: If anything is wonky, just holler. I've tested it, but not used it for a full month, so I could have totally missed something.)

[slippinmickeys]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

I was tagged by @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger Thanks for the tag, guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

53

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

712,000 exactly, which is sort of creepy?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files mainly, though a million years ago I wrote two fics for JAG, and technically, I have a His Dark Materials fic (but it's an XF crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae

Prompt Drabble Collection

The Annapolis Grant

Three Part Harmony

A Companion Unobtrusive

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Comments are the only payment fanfic writers get, and it's an incredibly valuable and underrated currency. Fanfiction as a community is one of the most generous you'll find, and I'm incredibly proud to be a part of this particular one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man, probably La Comtesse de Saint-Germain.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In this day and age I feel like we deal with enough shit, so I try to end most of my fics happily. I think A Gem-Like Flame probably has the most uplifting happy ending, but then, I'm a sports nerd.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um, probably pretty vanilla het MSR. No shame.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've only written one, but it turned out really well, I thought. It's an X-Files/His Dark Materials novella-length crossover that takes place in Lyra's world, pre-Lyra, called Out of the Little Grove.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Anyone who steals my fic is going to catch these hands.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a couple of years ago someone asked if they could translate one of my fics to Russian. It's out there somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I jumped in and helped @monikafilefan get Five Years and a Lifetime over the line for a fic exchange a couple of years ago. A fun, collaborative experience, that was like 85% Monika. It's a great fic, check it out if you haven't!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder & Scully are my OTP. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish Madam Scully's Spiritual Services, Inc., it's an AU where Scully works for her sister's Psychic Boutique while prepping for med school. Scully ends up being actually psychic and she helps newly minted FBI agent Fox Mulder solve a series of murders. I have it almost completely plotted (except for the nitty-gritty hard stuff), but I don't think I'll ever get it done, sadly. It's just too big a story to tackle with where I am in my life. Though I never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm decent at dialogue, have a pretty firm grasp on plotting, and, I hope characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My character work is probably my weak spot, which is why I have so much fun writing fanfic--the character work is already done, I just get to play around a world where everybody already knows the characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

When I do it, I hope like hell that I'm doing it right. I think it's necessary for some stories and you just hope you're properly respecting a language you don't speak.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety eight.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's a toss up between Proof of Life, an AU where CNN conflict reporter Dana Scully is kidnapped and imprisoned with fellow kidnap victim and photojournalist Fox Mulder, and they, you know, fall in love. And North of Zero, a post-col novel where Mulder and Scully get William back and have to save the world. The one I totally pantsed (made up as I went along), and it came together like alchemy. I love that story. If you don't like AU, you'd like Proof of Life. If you don't like post-colonization stories, you'd like North of Zero. I don't always like everything I've written after I'm done writing it (a writer's life), but I'm incredibly proud of both of those fics.

Tagging @monikafilefan because she's already tagged, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[swifty-fox]

Do you have any Clegan fic WIPS or idea/hcs you haven't shared yet? Getting #Clegan withdrawal :'(

lemme rustle through my bag of goodies

I've got my Sci Fi Au:

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit) 

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task. 

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft. 

Two Fingers down(Bikeriders AU)

“I don’t like liars.”

“I’m an honest liar,” John whispers against his lips

“You cheated.” Gale accuses.

“Cheating implies I was playing to win. Throwing the game to lose on purpose is different.” his hands fumble at Gale’s belt buckle, the metallic sound of it undoing loud in the alleyway. Gale sucks in a ragged breath.

“That’s not-” Gale groans as John gets his free hand around his dripping cock, “-even remotely what it implies. I don’t fuck cheaters.”

“You’re gonna let this cheater fuck you.”

“Is that so?” Gale's hips buck into the tight clench of John’s fist, his pubic hair darker than the rest, almost a sandy brown color.

“Yeah, if you call that cheating then I’m disqualified. Winner-” John bends over to spit onto the glistening head of Gale's dick, rubbing the saliva down his shaft, “-Takes all.” 

I've got my Pirate John AU which is just concepts at this point LOL

Little Beasts is still happening! Here's a snippet from part 4:

“You’re really hitting me in the ‘yes daddy harder’ places with that face you’re pulling right now,” John says, swirling his finger through the over-complicated mess of a coffee in front of him.

It tasted awful, but he ordered it just to see if the kid behind the counter could actually pull it off.

Chick continued to keep his ‘yes daddy harder’ expression, which was in fact a look of profound exasperation and disappointment. And didn’t really awaken anything in John, but he found it plenty amusing to see the way the older mans eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“I could have you thrown in jail today if i wanted, you know,” Chick Harding takes a sip of his own soy latte, “I could make up a reason, I hold your life in my hands.” 

“That’s a misuse of power and a miscarriage of justice, and also you like me. I’m your favorite little POW just admit it.” 

“Someone’s going to pop you one in the mouth, mocking veterans like that.”

John spreads his hands wide in a dont shoot the messenger sort of gesture “hey, I can claim it. My great gandpops was a POW. Got his flight jacket and everything hanging in my closet. This is my history.” 

“I think I should arrest you.”

John grins at him.

“You been meeting with Brady?” Chick asks, setting his coffe down with a pleased hum, begins folding his utensils wrapper accordion style until the cheap paper has become nothing more than a little square. It’s the same thing he does every time, restless fingers the only betrayal that the parole officer wasn’t just a robot.

Which John already knew was false. He’d looked the guy up the moment he’d had access to internet again. Had a neatly sealed Juvenile record and an exemplary military record which meant the guy was both secretly interesting and also probably a little batshit.

“Every couple weeks just like those fascist fucks tells me too. Just like i meet you every six weeks and we pretend I’m in need of babysitting and you pretend you’re not hoping that college boy will finally write his number on your coffee cup.” John leans forward on his elbows,the table creaking under his weight  “I could do it for you, if you’re too shy.” 

Chick doesn’t give him the satisfaction of blushing, but John can see the way his sholulders straighten slightly.

“He even looks like me a bit too. Curly brown hair,” John smooths his fingers across his mustache, “ the sexy landing strip. You sure you’re not displacing some sexual attraction?”

“You are the devil incarnate. That barista means nothing to me.” 

“You shouldn’t be so grumpy, meeting your favorite little felon.” 

“Only person around here that seems grumpy is you, Egan.”

“Me?” John stretches, tilting his chair back with one foot until he nearly topples backward, “Whay’ve I got to be grumpy about? I’ve got a shitty dead-end job, a dying grandma who, by the way, isn’t actually even my grandma, and i’ve got to check in with some middle aged drill sergeant with a thing for some guy who looks like Sean Cody’s next up and coming.” 

“I don’t know what that even means.”

“Oh you so do.” John smiles.