#but i'd love to see snippets of people's WIPs

[fireolin]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @grammarpedant- thank you! (I really should go read some Murderbot fic bc it always sounds so fun and i love the original work.)

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last  left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the  line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

I last left off while revising mid-scene at this line:

He drew a deep breath and eyed Killua in silence. “My tongue slipped.” 

Some folk may notice the problem. Never mind that he eyes Killua 'in silence and then speaks, lmao. This is the unedited version.

I'm tagging, but no pressure, only if you want to: @autumnxsunflower @murderkitten666 @decembercamiecherries @clood @kitefreecss @ishouldgetatumbler @silvercistern @subdee @xyliane @davidoodles @trashsketch

(This ask covers both art and writing : D )

[fuctacles]

Congrats on starting T!!!! It was a hard choice between cat lady Stevie and wereshifter BC I love them both but I'd love a WIP Wednesday snippet of the wereshifter AU plz and thx and again congratulations 🎉

thank you thank you thank you! Here's a 500 of the wereshifter au:

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Something is wrong with Steve Harrington.

And not in the Upside Down trauma and multiple concussions way. No. He has his chin on Eddie's table, his big literal puppy dog eyes staring up at him as he writes down everyone's favorite foods, drinks, and snacks. And it wouldn't be that weird, hell, Eddie wouldn't even notice it, if there wasn't something wrong with him as well.

Because his instinct reaction to Steve's position is to start scratching at his head. It's almost muscle memory now because Dog-Steve would do that a lot; put his head on the table and observe what Eddie was doing. Steve seemed to slip into that mindset without even shifting, his eyes closing in contentment at the scratch.

Eddie can only stare, both fascinated and horrified, at Steve's tiny smile. His hand stills, bringing Steve back from wherever he was, his eyes widening before he jolts up.

"Shit, sorry!" His ears instantly turn red. "I wasn't— Sorry."

Eddie rolls his eyes. He's hit by the memory of that night when Steve told him he's allergic to dogs. Poor guy must have been terrified by his own needs and body reactions.

"Don't be sorry, dude." He stands up so they don't have to look at each other when he asks the next question. "When was the last time someone like, hugged you?" And then, to weaken the blow, he adds: "Do you want more coffee?"

"Uh. Yes, please." Eddie pours the remainder of the coffee between their two mugs and starts cleaning up the coffee maker to make another pot for Wayne later.

"Robin hugs me." He says while Eddie's back is still turned. "Joyce too, whenever she sees me."

Eddie hums, choosing not to point out that he said who hugs him and not when they last did. And he might be no hug expert, but two people he doesn't see that often does not sound like a lot. Wayne gives him a side hug every now and then when catch each other before leaving for school or work. He gives him a gentle kick before each performance fro a good luck. His band hugs a lot when they're riding the high of playing, both music and DnD. And the weed high, of course. Gareth gets cuddly every time.

He grabs their mugs and motions for Steve to take the notebook they've been planning the shopping list in.

"Let's go to the couch."

They barely settle down, their coffees put on the tiny table in front of them, when Eddie's shifting closer to where Steve's trying to keep his distance. He spreads his arm over his shoulders and pulls him in, and Steve is too surprised to resist, almost stumbling into his chest.

"There you go. Get comfortable, okay?" Steve is tense against him, so Eddie reaches fo the notebook and pen to give him a distraction.

"Now you write," he decides. "How much soda do you think we need? Oh, and we'll need solo cups."

[suzukiblu]

Happy WIP Wednesday, I love all the snippets! I'd love to see a pocketful of Kons, please ☺️

“No,” Bart says. Match makes a huffy noise, scowling up at Helen. For not being Superman, he sure does get annoyed about other people getting called Superman. “I mean, unless it’s a robot and he’s remote-operating it. But otherwise probably no. I think. Did you finish making lunch?”

[bucktommyscones]

WIP Wednesday

So this is the Tommy calls Buck "Buck" fic, that deals with Margaret because I'm obsessed with the idea of Tommy being a little bit bitchy toward Buck and Maddie's parents. The beginning is the snippets that I wrote for the ask game the other night then I added to it a bit so it's all in one place.

tagged by the lovely @desert--moonchild

Tommy's never said this to Evan's face but he really, really dislikes his parents. He and Maddie commiserate, when they visit and bother to see Evan, about the condescending way they say 'Buck,' about the little digs and comments about his relationship with Tommy. He finds he has to bite his tongue more often than not. This visit happens to be for Jee's 5th birthday and, at the moment, Tommy's watching Evan play Barbies with her. Jee giggles and Evan laughs and Tommy watches fondly. But it's also then that he overhears Margaret's comment to Maddie where they're standing behind him. "I wonder if he'll ever grow up," Margaret says, like she's a long-suffering mother and Tommy seethes. He doesn't think Evan heard her, he's still happily playing with his niece. So he turns to Margaret and says, "I can attest that he's plenty grown, thank you." Maddie damn near does a spit take of the drink that she'd, unfortunately, chosen that moment to take a sip of. Margaret's face goes red and Tommy inwardly grins, but works to keep his face outwardly pleasant. "And just what does that mean?" Margaret splitters. "Oh, you know, just that he's a thirty-three year old man, in a dangerous job, in a relationship with another person for the last two years. I'd say that's pretty mature, don't you think?" Margaret is looking at him with an expression akin to polite hatred when he feels Evan wrap an arm around his waist. “What are we talking about?” he says brightly, kissing Tommy’s cheek. “Oh, nothing much,” Maddie breaks in and Tommy can see she’s struggling mightily not to laugh, which is good because he was afraid for a minute that he might have gone too far. Not for Margaret's sake, but he probably shouldn't start something at a five-year-old's birthday party. But from the look on Maddie's face, he's safe. “Tommy was just telling us how great you are.” “He is,” Tommy agrees. “He’s my favorite person. He worked hard to help organize this party too.” Evan shrugs a little shyly and Tommy marvels at how much different his demeanor is when he’s around his parents, as though he’s trying not to take too much space. “It was fun.” “You did a good job,” Maddie says fondly. “I helped a little too,” Tommy says, which is true. “Right, Buck?” Even Maddie looks surprised at that. Evan blinks at him slowly. Then says, “Yes, you did, and, no absolutely not on the name.” Tommy looks at him innocently. He knows he's going to have to explain himself later, but he's almost looking forward to it. “Sure, baby.” Margaret looks extremely confused.

edited because I always forget to tag people: @kinard-buckley, @aringofsalt, @tiltingheartand

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I've already shared a few snippets from my trans!Alex Fandom Trumps Hate fic, which I am SO fucking excited about—but I've also taken my usual batshit chaotic approach of 'just write stuff as inspiration hits and fit it all together later', and I realised a not-insignificant period of time into doing this that I'd written some stuff that was inherently contradictory. But I also LOVED it all and didn't wanna give anything up... so long story short, now I have TWO trans!Alex WIPs 🤣 One is the longer, more Big Feelings fic for FTH... and the other is this, which will be a bit shorter. And pornier. I mean, they'll both have porn and feelings, because I am who I am, but... you know. Let's fucking go. (I might try to smash this one out for @rwrbgenderfunkyfest if I can!)

“Jesus fuck, sweetheart.” Alex buries one hand in his own curls as he comes down, the other resting on the top of Henry’s head, who has only moved far enough away to press soft kisses to Alex’s thigh. Henry’s face is a fucking mess, and he looks… well, he would say Henry looks unduly proud of himself, except for the fact that his knees currently have the approximate consistency and weight-bearing capabilities of a particularly booze-heavy jello shot, so really, Henry’s earned the smugness that’s radiating out of every pore. “That was—” “Yes, it was rather.” Henry smirks, his eyes locked on Alex’s as he flattens it, dragging it up towards his hip before planting a hard, toothy kiss there. His hand slides up Alex’s other leg until his thumb is resting at the edge of the scar above Alex’s pubic bone, and Alex reads the question in his eyes half a second before he voices it. “May I?” Alex blinks. In his experience, people tend to ignore his scars completely during sex, even if they have practical questions about the equipment. But Henry’s already sucked him off until he saw God—if he gets any better at it, Alex might die. “If you want.” Henry’s smile softens into something sweet and hopeful and breathtaking, and then he leans forward to press an almost unbearably gentle kiss to the raised skin there. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” It’s so quiet, Alex isn’t sure he was meant to hear it at all.

Tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517

@celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice

@everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz

@leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @matherines @myheartalivewrites

@ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript

@piratefalls @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail

@sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @thesleepyskipper @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland

@whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[shouyuus]

─── YOU BETTER WORK ⭑.ᐟ

wip tag game!!!

not actually tagged lmfao but i saw both @wttcsms and @suguwu participate on le dash so i thought i'd use that as an excuse u_u

> 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! > tag others to continue the game

tagging: @hiraethwa @hiraethwrote @ryescapades @rabbbitseason @dira333 + anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!!

i have a decent amount of wips in notion + fragments of thoughts in my drafts on tumblr -- here are just some of them!

bookstore!reader x professional athlete!rin who goes to the physical therapy clinic next to ur bookstore

making out w/ sae in the university stacks

jealousy x streamer!kenma wherein a twitch viewer is flirting w/ him on stream and u decide to do something about it

zoro's sensitive nips (nsfw)

chef!character x chef!reader both on a cooking competition show together

giving hawks a massage

being tobio's physical therapist

"our pleasures" - host club!bnha

"red lines" - ceo!tobio

biker!bakugo hc's

trustfund!shouto x bakery shop reader

"stupid in love" - tobio

insatiable!! - rin, nagi, oliver, isagi (nsfw)

insatiable!! - bakugo, shouto, hawks, dabi (nsfw)

"roll the dice, hit rewind" - tentatively suo

"mirror, mirror" - itoshi rin (nsfw)

"one true love" - tobio

"the wreck and not the story of the wreck" - sakura

"la petit mort" - opla!zoro (nsfw)

love bites, pt ii - kuroo, akaashi, iwa, osamu

"to love the sea" - rafayel (nsfw)

"just a little taste" - xavier (nsfw)

"hit me with your best shot" - sylus (nsfw)

fair fight - sakura, suo, ume

stolen kisses - zoro

"this is how the summer ends" - college fencer!zoro

touch-starved - sakura

"handle with care" - zayne

"color me smitten" - zoro

yikes lmfao i didn't know i had this many till i wrote them all out like this rn.... O_O; but pls do let me know which one(s) intrigue u guys the most!! i got some sweet, sweet alone time during thanksgiving week, so i'll be digging into these wips :) <3

[phopollo]

This is another advertisement to join my little server I made to organize my thoughts on my Starlight Express cartoon idea, because I just found out the initial post I made had an expiring link, so I really hope this one doesn't akfbsk

Even if you aren't super familiar with Stex, I'd encourage joining it because I'm working hard to tell the story in a way that's interesting and investing even if you aren't already familiar with it and the characters!

By joining it you'll get to see things like;

Design thoughts and drafts

Doodles and drawings that won't go on Tumblr

Early access to drawings and ideas before they go up on Tumblr

Snippets of the scripts I'm writing for it (and potentially the actual scripts later, but theyre very much wips right now)

Easy access universe specific lore and a place to ask questions about it

And just other general insanity

I'd love to have you guys and be able to go insane about all my thoughts and idea with more people!

[iamamythologicalcreature]

WIP Wednesday: Kitten Edition

Shush there's still fifteen minutes of Wednesday in my time zone...

Thank you to @whatevertheweather for the tag! (Can't wait to read more of your story!) And thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me in wipsday stuff even though my ability to reblog and such is somewhat limited right now. Means a lot to me. <3

Sooo as much as I'd like to share little art bits with you, this is going to be more of a life update. But with bonus kitten pics.

Here's what I'm up to these days:

In case you haven't heard, @carryonthroughtheages is happening! I'm very excited to be working on such a cool event. It's everything my snowbaz-lovin', history-nerd heart could wish for.

I am working on art! It's just that I can't post any snippets because it's concept art for @carryon-reverse-bang. So it's shhhh secret.

I'm moving. Like. Many thousands of miles away from my current location. It's going to keep me pretty busy for the next 2-3 months, but please keep tagging me in stuff if you have the room. When I can pop onto Tumblr, I love seeing what everyone is doing!

One other project that's very special to me.... KITTENS! (See below.)

All other projects are on hold for now, but not abandoned! (I'm very attached to them.)

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter

*Yes, the gray one is totally laying on top of the orange one and pinning him down in that first pic. Orange dude seems okay with it.

I got some new foster kittens! They're about 9 weeks old or so, and have had a pretty rough time of it. They're still pretty afraid of people, including me, but I'm making progress. They needed to be dewormed, but now that that's done, I expect they'll become more and more themselves quickly.

More info under the cut, plus the whole naming conundrum:

Because they're still recovering from a traumatic few weeks of being separated from other sibs and being bounced around before finally landing here with me, it's hard to know their personalities yet. But here's what I've observed thus far:

Gray girl was the most afraid, hissing at me at first, but has taken to being petting with a little more willingness than orange boy. (She even purred today!) She's also very fond of the plastic pink spring toy I gave her, and I caught her climbing the side of the enclosure at one point.

Orange boy is still sleeping a lot, and is less open to being handled, though he takes it stoically when I reach in and give him a gentle stroke or two. I can't tell what part of that behavior is recovery, and what's shyness, or something else. He's pretty chill with his sister, though, and watched with great interest while she played with her spring, earlier. I'm pretty sure he's playing with the dangly-bell-toy when I'm not looking. Cause. Ding-ding.

I’d love to wait to name them until I know more about their personalities, but unfortunately, I can’t. I need to get them into the fostering database, and thus, names are required. I have a couple ideas, but if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please do let me know!

That's all! You're up to date! Cheers.

Tags for future wipsdays and/or hello's to: @drowninginships, @ic3-que3n, @prettygoododds, @monbons, @thewholelemon,

@roomwithanopenfire, @facewithoutheart, @noblecorgi, @mooncello, @rimeswithpurple,

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy, @best--dress,

@youarenevertooold, @supercutedinosaurs, @cutestkilla, @imagineacoolusername, @tender-ministrations,

@bazzybelle, @theimpossibledemon, @emeryhall, @blackberrysummerblog

[stargazer56]

WIP Wednesday (with a bonus plea for advice!!)

Bachelor Auction meet cute

SC writing friends, I need your help! I have started writing an AU where Patrick moves to town slightly later than canon. Instead of Asbestos Fest, Ray has convinced the town to hold a Bachelor Auction and he signs Patrick up. It's currently 5,800 words and these two idiots haven't even gone on the date yet.

Here's where I'd love some input. How long is too long for a one-shot? Is is better to break it into chapters, even if they are on the shorter side? Will people in the fandom read a longer one-shot from a new writer (but one whose name they hopefully recognize from all the comments she leaves)? Am I worried too much about this? Probably. I am grateful for any and all thoughts and advice!

Here is an unedited snippet:

Monday morning, Patrick was surprised to see that his first appointment of the day was with Ray. They had spent 3 hours on Sunday afternoon going over all his responsibilities in detail. What else was there to discuss?

“Now, Patrick, I’m not here for business advice or a partner meeting. I am here to talk about the Bachelor Auction for Asbestos,” Ray began. “Many buildings in town are riddled with asbestos. In the past, we’ve held bake sales and talent shows to raise money for remediation. This year, I suggested we try something new and the Town Council agreed!” the glee in Ray’s voice was palpable. “So we are having a Bachelor Auction. You’re in luck! You arrived just before the sign-up deadline and I was able to add your name to the list.”

“I’m sorry, what?” a flustered Patrick asked.

“The list of bachelors, Patrick! For the auction! You are on it. And one of the more eligible names if I say so myself. There are several older bachelors and a few are even married. You are one of the only ones who is young, single and attractive!”

“Ray–” Patrick began, only to be immediately cut off.

“I hope you don’t mind that I called you attractive. But you are a handsome man, Patrick. The ladies,” Ray paused, looked Patrick up and down, and then continued, “and gentlemen will love you. Schitt’s Creek is a very open place, you know. Everyone fits in here no matter who they love.”

“Ray, no one in town knows me. No one is going to bid on me at a bachelor auction.”

I'm not sure who is writing what, but @a-noble-dragon wisely said tag games won't start unless someone begins them. So tagging @ramonaflow, @flowertrigger and @mammameesh in case they have anything they want to share.

[crownedwille]

My wilmon vampire AU

Since I keep seeing vampire fics I decided to share some of my own WIP I've been writing on and off for like a year. It contains vampire Wilhelm and vampire hunter Simon and I need to spread more of that propaganda to counteract the vampire Simon stuff lmao. This is only a snippet since it's not done yet and I don't know when it will be but this part felt like a good introduction.

Enemies to lovers type of situation, mentions of blood and death (duh), and Simon having a strong case of I can fix him, no really, I can

"Wille, you promised."

Simon got out his stake out of reflex, ready to aim and use it. Wilhelm grinned darkly at him, blood still staining his teeth, a body lying on the ground, neck ripped apart. If Simon were to touch it, it would probably still be warm. If he had come a few minutes earlier maybe then he could've still saved this life.

He hated it. He hated when Wille decided to bring his meals home and he hated coming home to a bloody massacre (and when he did he start considering Wille's place home?) and not being able to do anything about it. It was by far not his first time seeing a dead body in his job but it still left a stinging pain in his chest. He always mourned the ones he couldn't save, even if they were faceless strangers.

"You know you can't kill me." Wilhelm referred to the stake Simon was still clutching in his hand.

Yes, he knew. It wasn't about whether Simon built up the courage to do it (they both knew he was more than capable). Wilhelm had opened up about his family one cozy evening and told him that he was born into one of the three noble vampire families that were considered well over a thousand years old. They were at the top, basically royalty amongst vampires and couldn't be killed by sunlight or wooden stakes.

There was a weapon rumored to exist that could kill them but it has vanished and no one has come across it in over two hundred years. Wilhelm was, for better or worse, truly immortal.

Wilhelm had told him even more about his family that night in a bitter tone, how he had had a complicated relationship with his parents, feeling like he had to always compete with his brother for their affection and lost but he loved his brother who was always there for him and made sure he didn't feel lonely in their castle and then Wilhelm lost him, the only person he was ever close to and he has been angry and lonely ever since. Since now.

Wille had cried that night. According to his own words, it has been about 90 years since he last shed any tears. It was the first time Wille had been so vulnerable with him and Simon had cried too and Wille had let Simon hold him and they had the most gentle sex that night.

It never happened again.

Simon swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to conceal his nerves and come across as determined. "No but this can still hurt you." And he would use it. Maybe just to teach Wille a lesson.

Wilhelm chuckled. "As if I'd let you come this close with that."

"You already have, once," Simon retorted sharply.

Wilhelm's laugh died. Yes, they both vividly remembered the day they first met when Simon put a stake in his heart. "And I won't make the same mistake again. I have been doing this for centuries, long before you were even born, don't think you stand a chance against me."

Simon got the warning. Wilhelm was superior to him in everything, speed, strength, experience and he would lose the fight. He was only alive because Wilhelm let him and had to count on Wille's soft spot for him that it was enough.

Simon knew by now that it was more than just that, there was real affection on both sides. The time they spent together couldn't just be erased, Simon was in way too deep now. He had feelings for Wille and he knew they were reciprocated.

Wilhelm was unpredictable and impulsive but he wouldn't kill him, of that he was sure. But could Simon just stand by and watch him murder innocent people? He had made a pact to himself and the Hunters League to protect the innocent from monsters like Wille. It was his duty. And he had always been proud to fulfill it.

And now here he was, letting Wilhelm continue killing innocent people.

"I can't let you keep doing this, you know I have to do something," he tried to bargain.

"So just because you feel guilty I should stop doing something that keeps me alive?"

"Bullshit," Simon snapped, "you don't need to kill them to stay alive."

Wilhelm gave a miniscule shrug. "Maybe. But I want to."

Hearing those words so straight forward made Simon flinch. He knew that was a reason why many vampires killed, not because of survival, taking a little blood would sustain them enough but they enjoyed it. They were predators. It was nothing new but still, he hated hearing it from Wille's mouth.

Wilhelm caught his reaction and scoffed. "You knew exactly who I was from the beginning, I never pretended to be anything else. You knew and yet you still continued to come back for more. I didn't make you do anything, so don't you come here and blame me now, this is on you."

Simon suppressed a wince. Another thing he hated, being confronted with the truth. He knew about Wille being a vampire before they had even spoken but not what kind and he had not anticipated the feelings and complications that came with it.

He wanted to say it was a lie, that there was more to Wille and he wanted to be a good person and was trying so hard not to kill. There were occasional hints that made Simon believe in it and what made him stay. He had hope when Wille was his soft and tender self with vulnerable eyes and then he crushed it again when he got cold and mean.

"I can't let you kill." He tried again, the wood digging into the palm of his hand.

Wille's grin came back, he licked the remaining blood from his teeth. "Too late for that."

Wilhelm was being intentionally cruel right now. It was something he was very good at, digging right into Simon's insecurities and moral struggles when he wanted to win an argument and it definitely was not the first time they had this one.

Simon kept feeling conflicted and hated himself everytime he let Wilhelm get away with murder. He couldn't actually slay him but he should at least stop seeing him, he shouldn't still have feelings for Wille even after he saw him draining somebody of their blood, right? What was wrong with him?

Wilhelm walked towards him. He took the stake out of Simon's hand, who let him, and threw it carelessly on the ground somewhere next to the body. "Just give it up."

"Why don't you give it up and stop being such a bastard!" Simon snarled, some of the fight coming back to him.

Wilhelm didn't react to Simon's aggressive taunt like Simon expected him to and instead started caressing his neck and ran his fingers down his arm tenderly. Simon shivered. "I'm sorry, okay. I won't do it again."

There it was, the sweet soft Wille that promised him to stop. Lies. They were lies. Simon was aware of it by now but it was still comforting to hear. He decided to turn off the rational side of his brain telling him that, he wanted to stop fighting, he just wanted to be with Wille without any of the complications.

"Promise?" He yearned to hear the empty words again and feel Wille's lips on his.

Wilhelm nodded and pulled Simon closer for a kiss, the drained body lying on the ground forgotten.

"I promise."

[vanmarkus]

Wip Wednesday ☔️

Tagged and tagging @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @ladydorian05 @daffi-990 and my lovelies @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns mwuah mwuah💛💛

Guess what, guys? The first chapter of the mudslide fic is getting posted tomorrow! Which is just so unbelievable to me?? Despite posting 10 fics prior to this one, it was the first fic I started writing for this ship and I've been working on it (on and off) since september and now here we are... absolute bonkers if you ask me.

Now, I know there are like 4 people who are actually interested in this fic – and that's fine, honestly –, but I for one am very excited. So I thought I'd give you guys a longer snippet for today. I actually shared parts of this scene in like 3 different instalments from both of their povs lmao but this one is from chapter one so you'll get the full(ish) picture tomorrow.

“Eddie, a-are you sure you’re alright?” “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m just tired.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, if there’s something going on, you have to tell me.” “There’s nothing going on, I promise.” Buck raised his eyebrows challengingly and as it had so many times before, it made Eddie sigh in defeat. “It’s. It’s the weather.” He gave in with a heavy sigh and it didn’t quite stop Buck from frowning, but he had to admit, it made sense. It’s been raining for over two weeks now as a storm came to California and Buck would be lying if he said that it didn’t affect him in any way, but he was handling it. The only thing he didn’t account for was that maybe Eddie wasn’t. “Hey, it’s okay.” Buck stepped closer and for some reason Eddie was avoiding his gaze now, so he didn’t stop walking until they were standing toe to toe, the proximity forcing his eyes back onto Buck’s face. “Look. This?” He pulled the neckline of his shirt aside to show Eddie more of the scarring over his neck and chest. “This is a reminder that I pulled through.” He knew what kind of marks a lighting strike could leave on someone’s body, but he never really got to see his own. By the time he woke up from his coma, the patterns were gone — unlike the painful and itchy blisters that took over their place; they lasted for nearly two months and despite all the cold compresses and cooling gels, they still left a hefty amount of scar tissue behind, in the shape of abstract lines and ragged edges. Eddie reached out and traced some of the lines above his collarbone with his fingers and Buck couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter shut for a second with the softness of his touch. The pads of his fingers were warm as they brushed over the shiny silver lines and patches, yet Buck could still feel goosebumps build on his forearms and thighs with every microinch he covered. Suddenly, Eddie’s fingers were gone, pulled away abruptly, almost as if they got burned by the contact, leaving his hand to float in the air between them aimlessly. “Sorry.” Eddie whispered and they were just so close. All the what ifs have started to murmur in the back of Buck’s skull with renewed vigor, buzzing like radio static behind his eyes, begging to be turned up for clarity. “Eddie I—” “It’s okay, Buck.” He flattened his palm over Buck’s heart, only the thin layer of his shirt separating them now. “Thank you, for this.” Eddie patted his chest and stepped back, leaving Buck dumbfounded as to what exactly just happened.

[graysparrowao3]

WIP Whatever

Thank you so much for the invitation @reverieblondie. Looking forward to being more back in this space with everyone too and see what people are working on - super excited for all your projects and your snippet!

Please do any one join in and I'd love a tag me so I don't miss your stuff, and some no pressure tags @lemonsrosesandlavender @underdark-dreams @underthedark0 @lizziemajestic @ladyofcrowsandcoffee

I'm still slowly working on:

Rolan, Cal, and Lia Elturian Prodigy fic, new chapter went up a week or so ago.

Kanon fic is a slowwww work-in-progress.

The Northern Bastards are coming back, baby!

Going to share a snippet from the next instalment, because things got a bit too comfortable so angst is back on the menu, boys!

No really. The following snippet is back to classic Northern Bastards.

Be warned: No banter. All angst.

“Alright,” Rugan’s voice both sharp and blunt, like a worn blade about to rip a wound bloody and unstitchable. He didn’t reach for a weapon, but the stoney fix of his eyes was close enough. “Have it your way. Let’s make sure we ruin this good and proper.”

“Don’t got to be a prick about it.”

“You want to talk? Let’s have it. I ain’t stopping you. But make sure you get it all out, because when all’s said and done we both know it ain’t gonna be pretty.” His crossed arms tightened as he stared. “Go on. Floor’s all yours.”

The heavy, empty pause waited for an explanation that suddenly seemed too raw, too stupid when it boiled down to it, too real to fill the space. Aradin met his vicious stare. “Keep lyin’ to yourself mate. See if it makes you feel better.”

“What would make me feel better is if some bottom-of-the-barrel adventurer left me alone.”

Aradin’s expression didn’t flinch. “You can do better than that.” 

Rugan drew close. Hot breath smothering, reused ale and poor decisions almost too thick to speak through. He wrenched words through his tensed jaw.

“You’re a low-life nasty piece of work. A half-rate fighter and piss-poor leader. An arrogant shitstain that brings the average intelligence of this city down and the reason adventuring gets a bad rap. Everything you touch gets worse. Your people only follow you because they’ve no better option, then you get them killed. You’re a foul-mouthed, incompetent, violent waste of breath and they’ll bury you next to your worthless, vile old man because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You think you've made something of yourself because you're too stupid to see everyone laughing at your pathetic legacy. You’re nothing but a hole to me. Forgettable one at that. At least I’d pay a whore.”

[formulapookie]

ok so uhm just doing it now cause I FORGET THINGS

thanks @weegreenbean for the tag <3

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

many are STILL the same as two months ago cause NO CREATIVITY

• Tanned shiny and free (rosquez) (yeah it's been there for months) • Ma che sei frocio? (diggianini) (sorry for the name it's a really important plot point actually) • I forget all about myself when you're here (marcmarc) (have to to do this) • I never thought it would've felt so right (marcmarc) (again, gotta continue this one) • giving in (bezzquezararo) (it's the pt.2 to this one) • lucky charm (rosquez) (from various asks sent to @sammyche about gridboy! Marc) • birthday boy (rosquez+dovi) (gonna kms I don't know how to get it going) • Written in the stars (rosquez) (this one's cute and smut and I love it and I have to continue it) • Fire and Ice (rosquez) (dirtbag tattooer! Vale x med major! Marc) • xxx (margaro + Pedro) (not my original idea, thank you @verdemint for inspiring this, I have no idea for the title) • Shot clock (Beznaia) (it's basically a Beznaia baskeball!AU) • Moonlight kisses (bezzetti) (it's the angst one I just proposed)

aaan dI gotta tag uhm 12 people? oh god ok

@girlvale @scrollonso @sammyche @yeastinfectionvale @vanillow @ray935sworld @boxboxluckybird @yamahussy @infernoparadise4 @hotmessmaxpress @thesunthemoonthestarstheearth @bezzplaining

no pressure obv but I'd love to see your wips <3

[thatsnotmygunflash]

WIP Title Tag Game

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.

Thank you @incorrectcoldflashblog for the tag!! I have a ridiculous amount of WIPs, and this was a great way to finally sit down and make a list of all 92 of them 😅  I didn’t add my Sterek WIPs, mostly because there are 75 of them and I don’t have the time right now, but maybe I’ll do that at a different time. 

ColdFlash

A Brighter Future

An I’ll Use You As A Warning Sign 

Burn Notice

Cause Maybe You're That Thing I Need To Save Me

For Better Or Worse 

I Love to Hate Who I Was Because It Means I Could Change

I'd Cross Galaxies to Find You

I'll Tell You All About It When I See You Again 

I've Got Decades On You

It's The Second Glance That Ties Your Hands

Life Worth Fighting For

Love Me Silently 

Make Me Feel Seventeen Again

Maybe You Don't Know What's Lost Till You Find It

More Then What We Seem

No More Bad Boys

Romance Isn't Dead 

Side Effects May Include 

The Horrors I've Endured 

We Could Be Enough

Well Shit, If It Isn't The Consequences of My Actions 

What Are Friends For 

You Bring Stars To My Eyes

You Give Me Headaches 

You Got This Heaven In Your Eyes

You Know In Your Soul

You Need To Allow Me To Help 

You Should Be Here

Hannigram

A Day In The Life Of Someone Else

A Flight For The Fallen, Flies the Crow

I Dance With Demons On A High Wire 

I Won't Find A Way Out Looking Inside  

Batfamily

General 

409 In Your Coffeemaker

I Wish I Wasn't All Talk

I'm Your Mother Now

Never Gon' Get Away

One Of The Epics 

Robins Sanctuary

The Bat Academy 

The Nest

Waiting For Never

Tim/Jason

The Sparrows Tend To Fall Asleep

Dedicated To You

Everything Blurry Looks The Same

I'll Be A Better Man Today

Maybe If We Went Another Way

Product of Our Upbringings

Silent Protector 

Sit Back And Watch The Beauty In The Fall

The Robin To My Hood

You Are My Dream Come True

Your Name Has Echoed In My Mind

Slade/Dick

Falling Back Into You

Only One Place To Run To

Operation Osprey 

Relief 

Tim/Kon

Family Vacation 

Growing Pains

Wash Me With Your Water

Wayward Waynes

Buddie

Breakfast With Buck

Couches Make Great Metephors 

Call Me Anything But My Name  

Cowboy Like Me

The Other Mr. Diaz 

Am I Too Late

Ana vs. Buck

You Never Have To Pretend With Me

Who Gave You So Much Power?

MCU

Turn Back The Clock

Uncle Frank

Spideypool

How NOT To Seduce a Mercenary by Peter Parker

I'll Be Your Reason 

Same Side Of The Tracks

Spider Behavior 

Spideypool's First Couple's Retreat 

The Definition Of Insanity 

The Years Start Coming and They Don't Stop Coming

Yoda You Be My

People Say That's Love's a Game

Destiel 

73rd Hunger Games 

Cassie

Everything Went Right 

Family Engagement

Free Will Orphanage

The Rebels 

Weyler

A Little Bit Of Sugar, But Lots Of Poison Too

Courting an Addams

Love Drunk On Your Blood Till Sunrise

Percy Jackson

The Age of Prophecies

The Favored Son 

Trending Water in the Wishing Well

I'm tagging @thefastestqueeralive @simpledontmeanpeachy @vexic929 @nytephox @tiger-in-the-flightdeck @tiacat11 @whaaaaaaaalllle6 and who ever else wants to do it!

[wttcsms]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ WIP tag game! ɞ˚‧｡⋆

❀ tagged by @mangostarjam, my dearly beloved fuji

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! > tag others to continue the game

tagging: everyone!!! ii don't have many writer friends, but if you write, pls tag me <3 i will be participating & would love to get to know any more writer blogs

i have over 100 drafts, so here are just the most recent ones LOL. please feel free to ask about any of them <3 it might actually get me to finish them!!

daylight iii, 2 | colt grice midnight | oc x oc (LMAO, y'all didn't know i had this range, did you) no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm) | eita otoya alone together [one] | rin itoshi it always leads to you [one] | sae itoshi now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon | simon 'ghost' riley (wow COD phase, talk abt a throwback) my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue | jean kirstein pyrrhic [one] | tooru oikawa burnout season | michael kaiser brace for impact | keiji akaashi balancing act ii | satoru gojo if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) THREE | yoichi isagi and if i had the cure (i'd save you first) | black noir losing all my innocence in the backseat | sae itoshi (READER IS SHIDOU'S SISTER, which i find funny) fit for a king | shoei barou when he sees me (i like him and he knows it) | gojohime (yes, i do write ship fic LOL) to the victor belong the spoils | naoya zenin angel of the morning | atsumu miya an indentation in the shape of you | tobio kageyama always gonna be you | yoichi isagi (from a request!) making things up as we go | osamu miya devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon (i don't really want that to impact you) | atsumu miya with a comma after dearest | megumi fushiguro my heart surrenders | kiyoomi sakusa (from a request!) talking rings and talking cradles | rensuke kunigami (from a request!) atsumu miya's guide to escaping the friend zone | atsumu miya and when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) | michael kaiser two weeks notice | reo mikage (from a request!) easy like sunday morning | colt grice (from a request!) sweet nothing | rin itoshi let the light in | rin itoshi (from a request!) little dancer | childe lessons in jealousy | naoya zenin (from a request!) borderline | jin kiyora (from a request!) take my hand (take my whole life too) | yoichi isagi (from a request! SO EXCITED, ONE OF MY FAVES SENT THIS TO ME AND ASKED FOR YAN ISAGI, ILY FOR THIS) where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me!) | rintarou suna (from a request!) repeat offender | hiromi higuruma levi x petra | ...the wip title gave away who the fic was for, doesn't it all that we see or seem | kento nanami it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye | kento nanami but not kiss | kento nanami socialite x kita | shinsuke kita get him back! | tetsurou kuroo if not you, then who? | tooru oikawa (from a request!) contractually yours [one] | satoru gojo i think i wanna marry you! | bllk boys headcanons (from a request!) it's so sweet knowing that you love me | ryusei shidou (from a request!) half agony, half hope | tom riddle (guys... it was a phase... that lasted for years... and still a phase i am in, unfortunately enough)

+ there's more, i'm just going insane scrolling through my drafts. will rb whenever i add more <3

[welcometololaland]

summarise your wips badly game! thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @indestructibleheart @orchidscript and @cha-melodius

i don't know if there's a point to this for me, aside from making fun of myself, but here are my active wips summarised very poorly:

neighbourhood disputes and speeding fines result in deep self introspection and also hot sex (tarlos).

two abandoned men in a foreign country decide to unabandon themselves by hitching their metaphorical wagons to each other (firstprince).

workplace enemies accidentally orchestrate their own redundancies and fall in love (hangster).

college students are made to angst over each other by third college student's incredibly misguided method of meeting the parents (tarlos).

man finds himself the beneficiary of copious amounts of tiktok products (tarlos).

husbands find themselves on a boujee ski trip in aspen with everyone they hate (tarlos).

a case of mistaken identity leads to an HR nightmare (tarlos, co-write with @rmd-writes)* can't talk about this one because it's literally IMPOSSIBLE to give spoilers without giving away the plot.

EDIT FOR CEE: american man desperately wants to believe his mysterious crush has a red room and will stop at nothing to manifest it (firstprince).

you can send me an ask if you want (i think that's the point of this game??) or you can just laugh at my really bad attempts at describing things. also, i'm free all day today so maybe if you wanna bully me i can attempt to write some snippets if anyone is interested :)

please consider this an OPEN TAG because i'm not sure if this has breached rwrb containment and i'd love to see some lone star people do this.

will tag a couple of people who might be interested but not too many bc i've already annoyed all of you so much this past week @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @liminalmemories21 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @alrightbuckaroo @sznofthesticks @theghostofashton @hippolotamus @bonheur-cafe @never-blooms and @celeritas2997 BECAUSE!!!!! I KNOW!!!!