#if anybody wants to ask about it for the wip ask game I just posted

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Just made myself cry writing this scene and I really hope it makes whoever reads this fic cry too

[its-all-papaya]

for the ask game :

👗 put away clean laundry (a trope you’d like to see me write)

what about accidental marriage landoscar or a trapped in an elevator fic ?

okay i got two of these (thank you deeply, i've been fishing everything out of The Pile for the last few days and it sucks) so i put away HALF of the laundry and i'll do the other half after this and answer the other ask after that.

↠ please make me do my chores

trapped in an elevator landoscar is fascinating to me because i feel like depending on when it is, the vibes would vary so incredibly wildly. my first thought was like after a mid qualifying or a bad race, trying to get back to their rooms and lando is just a Bitch because he's moody and wants to be face-down in bed and this so incredibly inconvenient and he just. can't be here. oscar's being mild and trying to joke to make lando feel a bit better, and lando's trying to be kind bc that's his boy fr, but eventually he's like "this is a fucking joke, are we ever going to get out?" not sure where it would go from there, but feels like eventually they'd either Talk About It or Oscar would go anybody, nowhere mode and be like "if you sit in my lap and i rub ur back for a bit and you can put ur nose in my neck, would that help you chill out until we're free?" i'm partial to that one but i can't just write the same landoscar narrative over and over you know? maybe i can. who's to say.

the other option kicking around in my silly brain is Drunk getting-together Landoscar in an elevator bc i think we are all aware of lando's favorite post-drinking activity of finding a man to hang onto. so oscar trying to get him home to his apartment or hotel room but then they get trapped. and lando is like plastered to oscar's side already (probably oscar's been holding his hand since they left the club or whatever so lando would stop looking so sad) so when the elevator stops he's amenable for a bit. leaning into oscar's side with all his body weight so oscar HAS to put his arm around lando to keep him from collapsing. and when it's been long enough, eventually, they're sat together on the floor, lando's head on oscar's shoulder, "osc, can you play with my hair? i like when people touch my hair" and oscar is like "is that true?" bc lando is like. kind of neurotic about it sometimes. and lando is like "yes, of course! not at work, you muppet, that would be crazy" (even though oscar's totally touched lando's hair like a dozen times at work and lando's only ever grinned at him about it) "only when it's the right time. like when i'm sucking someone off and they pull my hair, that's the right time for sure." and oscar is like... oh! okay! cool, that's such a fun fact about you! and who knows where lando's drunk ramblings would take them from there!! (fuck me this feels so strongly like another fucking wip i need to lay off the microsoft word 'new document' button so baddddly)

accidental marriage landoscar.... (almost forgot the second half of this bc got distracted thinking about drunk lando telling oscar he looooooves it when men call him pretty). okay... idk how this would even happen and i need to sell things to myself to make the fic work, like it's got to be at least distantly very abstractly believable to me... but you know they'd be a disaster. it's not speaking to me the way trapped in an elevator is, but i love domestic shit so i could probably make this work if i thought about it longer than like 35 seconds... i'd probably make it kind of fake dating-y in theory like forced proximity...rings...that lando tottttttalllly doesn't get sooooo attached to why would you even ASK him that?? anyway.

[jzbnee]

Hi jezebunny 🪐 can you choose a 500 word snippet from one of your published fics or wips and give us some director's commentary / insight into what you were thinking when you wrote it?

have my unposted wip about joey going back to live with the titans in the "modern" era while reconciling post-crisis era stuff :)

i wanted to try to find a way for a like post deathstroke 2016 joey wilson to like... cope with what went down at the end of that comic (especially given slade and rose both fucked off pretty immediately while joey has been in limbo). however, i really like the elements of post-crisis joey's various disasters with the titans & the way the titans would want to support him (and still be ready just in case)? i understand that joey's various villain arcs aren't 100% character-kosher but we're trying to make it work.

i also have been thinking about how he is not shown having like. any hobbies in deathstroke 2016, as opposed to his constant hobby stuff in NTT and NT, so i wanted that to be something the other titans noticed hehe. i ALSO wanted to examine the subvocal mic that priest used to avoid friction as opposed to the titans, who all learned ASL in the wolfman run

this fic will be finished... eventually. she is 5k rn (all characters tagged are in this snippet!)

"Let me wash the dishes," he said as he noticed Donna finishing off her food.

"Oh, you're a guest, so—"

"No he ain't!" Gar laughed. "He should have dish duty!"

"You're just saying that because it's your turn." Vic nudged at Gar, who laughed and squirmed away.

"He's right, I'm not a guest. Or I'd prefer not to be treated as one, at least." Joey reached out for Donna's plate after she'd finished and took it, stacking it on top of his. He proceeded around the table, though he paused with the last one in hand.

"But first—" he cut a glance at Donna, laden with meaning, before continuing once he saw understanding in her eyes. "I want to be monitored while I'm here. I was hoping to be tracked or have restricted access to the tower."

"Why is that?" Vic asked.

He certainly knew why, but Joey understood that it was his duty to explain.

"The last time I had unrestricted access to the tower, the Titans were forced to play a game of mafia with incredibly high stakes. No one knew where I was or who I was, and it was incredibly dangerous."

"But you're better now, right?" Gar asked.

Raven reached out and placed her hand on top of Joey's. Her palm was warm and soft against his skin. Joey smiled tightly at her.

"I'd like to think so, but I'd prefer that some safeguards were in place. For my safety, too. I don't want to lose it again. And if I did, I don't want to hurt anybody. I've never wanted that, not really."

"I understand," Raven said, thumb rubbing at Joey's hand. She did, undoubtedly, given her own past. She wasn't as easy to restrict as Joey was, either. He couldn't imagine how she lived like that. He admired her strength.

"If it'll make you more comfortable..." Donna trailed off.

"I can set something up," Vic continued for her. "How about we set it to expire after a probationary period. That seems fair to me."

"I trust you," Kory said quietly. "And if something were to happen, you know we could handle it."

"Yes. But I'd rather stop it from happening in the first place." Joey flipped his hand over slowly, letting Raven's hand slide into his. He sighed tiredly, thinking of the events of the last year. "I'm not... Things haven't been going well for me lately. I don't think anything is broken, exactly, in my head, but I never notice until it's too late."

"Do you want me to look?" Raven asked, grip tightening slightly.

"Later," Joey agreed, though the thought was a little unnerving after all this time. Before, he'd known what Raven would sense from him. Now... he wasn't sure. He was a worse person now than he'd been before, even discounting his betrayals of the Titans.  His fingers curled around the plates, and he slowly pulled his other hand free of Raven's.

[mysticstarlightduck]

New WIP Tag Game! OC Fun Facts!

Hey! So I'm bored and want to do something fun, so here it goes a new OC tag game!

(I originally posted this in the wrong place lol, because I was hella tired yesterday, but here it goes - a repost on my actual blog lmao)

Also, pls reblog to get the game going! 💕

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

I'll go with some of the cast from Scrapyard Boys!

Valen Cassidy

... has never dated anyone before and despite his usual brash, occasionally hawkish, and extroverted personality, actually feels really awkward/too shy to ask anyone out

... likes pop rock, pop punk, and heavy metal. his music taste varies between happy-go-lucky, upbeat, feel-good songs and the most aggressive "I hate the world"-type heavy metal

... hyper fixates on arcade games and hates losing. like, he'll throw a full-on pity party or start an argument if he loses In front of other people

... can only sleep properly if he has his dinosaur plushie with him but will never let anyone find out

...can mess someone up in a fight, especially if he hates that person or if that person threatened his friends. like he is freakishly strong and has a very short temper - his punches are devastating and his superpower isn't even super-strength

... is a night owl and hates waking up too early. is the most grumpy, angry kid in the face of the earth up until 10AM even if he drinks a truckload of coffee

... has some anger issues and feels super bad when he accidentally snaps at/says something rude to someone without a reason - he doesn't mean to be rude, and if he happens to be stressed and loses his temper, he is very harsh on himself afterward

... can actually bake pretty well and loves making cupcakes

... hates horror movies with a burning passion but will watch them if dared just to uphold his "tough guy" reputation, and then promptly won't sleep for two nights straight afterwards

... since his power is Electrical Conduction, he can actually charge things, like cellphones and laptops, etc, if he does so very carefully

Quince Warren

... likes 80s pop music and early 2000s alternative rock songs, especially grunge

... prefers to solve things diplomatically or by talking it out, because his powers are usually lethal to others and he's scared of using his powers to this day

... likes waking up early, usually before anybody else, and sleeps so soundly he could literally sleep through the apocalypse if it happened

... could not dance properly if his life depended on it

... drinks more coffee than is probably healthy, but likely doesn't realize it isn't ideal

... cries while watching romantic comedies and gets way too invested when watching soap operas

... has unnatural pain tolerance - can probably break an arm and legit not realize anything is wrong until someone points it out

... will eat pizza for breakfast if unsupervised

... is unhingedly good at hide-and-seek to the point that his friends will give up looking for him and he'll simply emerge, seemingly from out of nowhere, and they'll have no idea where he came from

... is very respectful to others and despises people who don't respect other's boundaries

Jordan Raith

... suffers from chronic insomnia and gets pissed off when he can't sleep even though he knows to expect it, takes sleeping medicine but his superhuman metabolism refuses to let it work

... likes all things macabre, gothic, and dark, ranging from 1800s gothic romance novels to early 2000s teen horror movies, will 100% enjoy the heck out of a Halloween party

... occasionally sleepwalks and talks in his sleep almost every night

... adores fast food, especially from diners, and his favorite food to order is strawberry milkshakes with a plate of tuna sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies

... loves listening to music and is almost always wearing his headphones, has a playlist for every occasion, and his favorite music genres range from moody, dark aesthetic songs to cheesy pop songs

... has a 'bad boy style' and genuinely digs it, as he is a fan of a gothic aesthetic, and despite being a troublemaker is also a cinnamon roll

... is the most dangerous, murderous, and downright ruthless member of the main cast, even some villains are afraid of him

... has an old motorcycle

... confessed his feelings for the girl he likes (Maggie) a week after meeting her, and their first date was eating ice cream on a graveyard. they've been soulmates ever since

... hates loud noises and people who are obnoxiously loud in proximity to him

... is unpredictable and genuinely terrifying to his enemies

... is bad at handling tech and social media - gets confused easily and might post a bunch of nonsense on accident + has no patience to handle it

Emily Warren

... loves puppies and cats with her whole heart, and has a chonky cat named Sir Theodore Smothie The Third, who has the personality of a chaotic little bastard of a gremlin

... has a crush on Valen because she finds his personality endearing and he is generally a great friend but is waiting to figure out if he feels the same about her

... loves survival videogames and is very competitive when it comes to beating a high score

... despite singing rather well, likes to playfully sing as awfully as she can to annoy her brother (Quince)

... can play the guitar decently and likes learning new tunes

... rarely gets into fights but has a couple of brass knuckles and a switchblade in her pockets just in case

... dyes a single strand of her hair a different color each month, or every time she can remember to

... wears glasses and has very poor eyesight without them

... her power is Combustion and she has pretty bad control over it so she can either cause block-levelling explosions or less than nothing, and it's very much a problem

... loves musicals and boy bands - and has a poster of her favorite boy band in her room

... adds stickers to anything and everything, especially if they're glittery stickers

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[katyawriteswhump]

WIP ask game: You've built it up and now I HAVE to know more about your Power of Love fic. I love long fics too much not to ask!

I am so very sorry! I thought I answered this Tuesday, but actually saved it as a draft. Whoops!

Also, thank you soooo much for asking :) Not sure about building up, I was being pretty honest with the 'deeply unbeloved' but I guess I still kinda love it. I really hope to finish it soon in a satisfying way for those who stuck with me, as I've had it planned out for ages.

It's basically s4 fix-it fic. Steve saves Eddie and they go on the run from the police etc. together with Robin. Meanwhile Steve develops mysterious powers, though ones that come with a price...

If anybody is interested, the full fic so far is on tumblr here and on AO3 here.

Excerpt:

“You sure about this, Stevie?”

“What part of ‘let’s do this’ do you not get?” 

Steve unwinds himself from Eddie. He peels his sweater over his head then glances down at the bandages… Screw it, can’t worry about scars now.

“Damn,” breathes Eddie, apparently drooling too hard to care. “I totally dreamed about this, when I luuuuurved to hate you. Okay, hate is kinda overkill but—”

“Yeah, I was a douche. Blah, blah, blah.” Steve shivers lightly, pitches the sweater at Eddie, who totally fails to catch it. “If this is some freak show revenge kink—”

“Wasn’t like that—seriously, you have no idea. It was, uh…” Eddie ventures closer. Under the rays of the flashlight, his dark eyes seem impossibly large and liquid. “I used to watch you in the pool—you were so disgustingly squeaky clean. I wanted to drag you into the deepest, darkest recesses of my dungeon-master mind and, ahem…”

“I needed bringing down a peg?” Steve gets right in Eddie’s face.

“Not even that.” Eddie’s deadly serious. “Just wanted you aaaaall for myself.”

Steve smirks—best way to disguise the candy-ass swirl of butterflies in his belly—then steps back and spreads his arms. “I’m all yours. Knock yourself out.”

Eddie gets some rope, hooks it over a high beam, and climbs on a crate to fasten it in place. He then plants a palm on Steve’s bare chest, backing him up against a wooden post. Steve smirks harder than ever, if only to distract himself—and Eddie—from the heart hammering insanely beneath Eddie’s hand. Jesus Christ, don’t think! Focus on the hotness.

Eddie reaches up to grab an end of the rope and loops it around one of Steve’s wrists. Steve tugs himself free: “You do know what you’re doing here, right?”

“Believe me, my uncle is worse than any overgrown boy-scout leader. Not sure he taught me knots and shit for exactly these purposes, but… anyhoo.”

“Okay. Got one condition. You get shirtless too.”

Eddie’s grin makes Steve ache in all sorts of fun places. “Guess I can indulge you, Babe.”

“Babe? I was a brat five minutes ago. Make yer mind up.”

Eddie flips the bird, turns away and strips. Steve lolls against the post, longing to drag his tongue over every salty inch of Eddie’s torso. Jesus, he never knew he had a shoulder and back kink, because… Gnnng! And those tats, stark against Eddie’s pale skin? As Eddie turns back, Steve drinks them all in. Even the goddamn bats, which should be scary as hell these days, are beyond intoxicating, and seem to dance and spin and…

“Ready now?” Eddie grabs the rope.

Steve fakes a yawn. “Getting old waiting, Munson.” 

“You really are a brat, you know that? C’mon, gimme your hand.”

Eddie ties Steve’s right wrist with a loopy, hitchy knot. He tugs another part of the rope, suspending Steve’s wrist in the air above him.

“How ya doing, big boy?” Eddie grazes his fingers, feather-light, down the light stubble on Steve’s cheek.

“Never better.” 

Steve swallows hard, offers Eddie his other hand. The exquisite concentration on Eddie’s face, the tip of pink tongue at the corner of his mouth, is hilarious. Eddie’s half-naked body is totally smokin’, and yet…

Steve’s eyes drift closed. Those butterflies in his stomach are fast transforming into a horde of angry wasps. He’s had his hands tied before, by the Soviets and… Dammit, is this really distracting him from anything? I DIED IN 1978. I DIED! His breaths come faster, shallower. Nevertheless, he bites his lip against asking Eddie to stop, to slow down even. Don’t spoil this, Harrington.

“Steve, you sure you’re okay?”

As soon as his gaze meets Eddie’s, Steve’s anxiety fades a little, and he nods. He tugs lightly at Eddie’s handiwork, now complete, and a snigger he genuinely feels tugs the corner of his lips. While the ropes don’t dig in, he doesn’t think he could easily yank himself free.

Okay, this is definitely kinda hot. Like the channel of air between their bare chests, which honestly, steams like a sauna. He’s always been in control in sexual relationships, always taking the lead. Lately, yeah, it’s felt kinda dull almost, as if he’s been going through the motions. Now, his nerves still jangle, but simply losing himself again in Eddie’s soulful eyes, he’s getting a goddamn semi. He peeps down, and the strain at Eddie’s fly suggests he’s suffering the same.

“What you gonna do next, Munson?” he husks.

“Stevie, I… I…” Eddie steps back, plows all eight fingers deep into that lush hair. “Seriously, now I got you like this, I have no clue, other than I want to kiss you so bad.”

“I want that so bad too.” 

Eddie kisses his own knuckles, dusts them across Steve’s lips, setting Steve squirming, keening even. His heart and his every goddamn fibre strain madly toward Eddie. Then an unexpected rumbling noise clamps those same fibres super-tight.

“Shit!” Eddie’s half-lidded eyes stretch wide. “More choppers?” 

“No… No. Sounds like a truck or something.”

...

(so, this is one of my favourite bits, among the heavy, heavy angst... maybe not representative of the whole thing, but perhaps there'll be more like this to wind things up... it doesn't not fit with my story plan ;))

AO3 link

[tigereyes45]

I only just went through my blog activity tab and saw the WIP game! Thanks for the tag. Before I post my own, I'd like to hear about your Mckirk Dating App Au WIP. As per the fun ask related aspect of the game. (I haven't gone through your blog to see which ones you've talked about, so I hope this isn't over asked, it's just summoning such funny visions to my mind.)

Aw, thanks Azami. I actually didn't get a lot of asks about my list. ( I imagine because it was so long. XD ) No one has asked about this one yet (but even if they had I'd still be happy to share!)

The Mckirk Dating App AU is a TOS fic that takes place after the 5 year mission and before TMP. Jim, feeling lonely, gets on a dating app. He sees McCoy, and immediately jumps off, panicking, and worried that McCoy might have seen him on there. Missing McCoy and Spock, but unable to convince himself that it's okay to reach out, he makes himself a second account with a fake name, and matches with McCoy. The two talk, and Jim slowly realizes that every story that isn't about his daughter, is about the enterprise bridge crew, or other people McCoy served with. However the two people he talks about the most, are Jim and Spock. This leads Jim to the realization that Bones has been in love with him the whole time.

I mostly just have an outline for it right now.

If anybody wants to look at the list and leave and ask you can find it here.

[probadbatch]

WIP 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! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @theproblemwithstardust <3

To be quite honest, my fanfic folder is a hot mess and half the things in it are just duplicate files with new names because I take file organization very seriously (not) so here are the most recent file names for each of them:

even you can't help me now

empty things disguised as me

crosshand

letters home post finale

restore color back to the grey

tbb s2 figsit (abandoned)

summer tbb week 1

bedrest

stars in a sunlit sky

Everything is TBB except the last two - those are codywan

No pressure tags: @photogirl894 @wolveria @faceofpoe @nightfall-1409 @fanfictasia and anybody else who wants to play

Friendly reminder that anon is on and I don't bite so don't be shy :)

[eiirisworkshop]

I'm doing the post OTP thing! Obviously Huskerdust (if you want, Radiohuskerdust ❤️) and the question is #21. Routine 🥹

For this ask game:

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

Ha ha, yes.

First of all, Angel's absolute lack of a regular sleep schedule. Sometimes he'd in bed before midnight and getting up at 6; other times he's not getting home until after 4 am. Pretty much the whole hotel but especially those he's intimate with had to get used to that.

I think Angel actually has his morning routine down to something pretty efficient and minimal (enough hurried mornings) but Husk has definitely learned to not interrupt him with his eyeliner, and Angel has a whole damn bath ritual that I definitely think Husk originally thought was excessive but he has since come to appreciate and also learned how to do.

Meanwhile, Husk has a pretty hard boundary about tooth brushing comes before morning kisses, and it took a few times of them staying the night together for Angel to remember not to try to kiss him on the mouth before then.

Then, to make this Radiohuskerdust (and tie it directly into a couple of my WIPs) there's been a kind of evolution of aftercare routine among all three of them that started with Alastor having to get used to just what Angel's post-play comedowns are like and figuring out how to interact with that, then added Angel and Husk's routine of Husk checking Angel over after he's played with Alastor, and now is working out how to combine those dynamics as all three of them playing together moves away from being a one-time thing.

And also! It hasn't really come up directly yet but Alastor wakes up frequently throughout the night, so if someone were to be sharing a room with him (if he'd let anybody....) that person would have to learn that if Alastor getting up for a bit at 3 in the morning wakes you up, it's normal, it's chill, just roll over and go back to sleep.

[genuflectx]

I've been thinking a lot again about being an artist online since I've been taking a break from things, and about the eternal struggle between wanting art to be seen vs. wanting art to satisfy you without external validation. Mostly because negative thoughts remind me of when I stopped posting on my old SFW account, specifically the DeviantART.

A handful of years ago, not too long after leaving college, I got frustrated with the lack of results I was seeing on my SFW account despite the increased efforts placed towards my art. I felt bitter, and missed the old DA days of having a small but vocal community of artists who interacted with each other. I got so frustrated that I posted a journal asking if anybody would even notice if I just stopped, and when nobody replied (despite the 200+ watchers) I felt so discouraged I hid the large majority of my work and did just that. Stop. Of course, I was still active as Genuflect making NSFW art, but I had been on my SFW pseudonym for I'm guessing about 8-9 years at that point. So that stung.

Sometimes I think about if a similar thing might happen with "Genuflect." Art online is a game of who can post the most frequently, be the most personable, be the most relatable. When you stop, you fade out of the memory of people who have a world of other "content" to consume. It's just how things are. I've forgotten plenty of artists who disappeared off the face of the internet, only to remember them when I see I'm still following them years later. I always wonder what happened to them, if they're alive, if they moved accounts, if they just gave up.

Anyways. "Parasocial" goes both ways, I think, where artists can put too much stake into the opinions/attention of fans who they... don't really know. Does it hurt when familiar names disappear? Or when you take a break and they hop over to somebody else then just never come back? Yeah, but... it's not as if you really knew them, you never had a conversation, never did art exchanges, never roleplayed or hung out or mutually hype each other up. They're just... little numbers that give you a bit of validation for your hard work. Not friends. Isn't that what parasocial means?

But that is easier thought than practiced, it's still going to feel bad when you think nobody really cares if you stop or disappear online. I didn't know those 200 people watching me on my SFW DA in any personal capacity, but it still hurt like a bitch when not a one wanted me to stay. Because really... 8-9 years online and not one liked the art enough to leave a comment saying "wait, no, don't go?" Youch!!

I guess flipping the hurt feelings around into positives is the only way to go, if you want to find more satisfaction in creation without the opinions of strangers. That the opinions of friends/family is ultimately more valuable, that learning new things is fun and worthwhile on its own, that if nobody cares if you disappear then nobody really cares if your art ends up being "shit," either, so go wild. It removes a lot of pressure to try and think that way instead, while still acknowledging the hurt feelings are natural, especially in the modern online landscape.

One of the most treasured accounts I have is my VRC account, full of silly pictures with friends and little WIPs of 3D art and avatars. Know how many followers it has? 8. And it's the one that makes me smile the most. Being a nobody, or being forgettable, isn't so bad.

[indybob]

WIP Game

Tagged by the lovely @urmomsonfire who is sure to be disappointed when I say I only have one active WIP😶 However, I’m gonna throw in some titles for some of the different ideas I have that just haven’t moved into the WIP stage yet, and will include summaries if anybody inquires about them!

RULES: post 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.

Current WIP:

Maybe We Were Always Meant To Be

Ideas that are not yet active WIPs:

Sparks Fly

Chasin’ That Desire

Bubbles and Bubbly

Fight’s On!

Forever’s in Your Eyes

It’s a Date

Begin Again

Let Me Ease the Ache

I Never Saw You Coming (I’ll Never be the Same)

Everything I Ever Wanted

A currently untitled sickfic in which Jake gets sick

All of the above fics are Hangster/Sereshaw centric, so I hope y’all know I’m not kidding when I say they’re all I think about lmao.

Since I technically only have 1 WIP I guess that means I only have to tag one person, so an absolutely no pressure tag to @coins-that-never-land. And anybody else who sees this and wishes to participate, please feel free!!

[icannotreadcursive]

Last Line Game

Taking up the open tag by @non-un-topo because I'm working on about a million things and want to share but have nothing ready to post and this is an excellent excuse!

So y'all get last lines from multiple WIPs.

TriStamp fic:

She whapped him in the face with the pillow. “I kissed you first, bozo!” “Yeah, okay, good point.” Vash took a deep breath. “More than a little thrown for a loop by that, actually.” With a roll of her eyes she leaned down to kiss him again. His fingers found their way back into her hair.

Star Trek fic:

As soon as the shuttles touched down and the hatches opened, the hoard of cadets spilled out like gumballs from broken machine and went running for the waterline, tossing off coverups and kicking up flipflops as they went. Their chaperones followed in a rather more subdued manner.

To Tell the Truth (main Brokeback fic):

Ennis chewed his tongue a moment, shook his head, let out a breath a smoke. “Look….” he said slowly. “I know you an' Jack...had some kind of a spat or something, when you 'n him went fishin' whenever that was, but, far as I've heard from him, two a you got that settled. So, no air left to clear, sure not with me.”

Brokeback poly fic:

Jack grinned, bright and warm, and what was left of the knot [in Ennis's chest] frayed away. “C'mon, then,” Jack said, clapping Ennis on the arm harder than was quite reasonable—but he probably deserved that. “Toss your shit in the back and let's go.”

Midlife Crisis Ranch (the other Bokeback fic):

“I don’t wanna keep doing this thing of going off, couple weeks outa the year, hiding out in the ass end a nowhere. Don’t wanna keep being a stranger in my own damn house, neither. I want a real relationship, Ennis. With a lover I can come home to, who’s there, and I can turn to when I need somebody. And tell you what, I don’t trust you to be that.”

ATLA fic I abandoned years ago but have rebooted:

The shop boy—about Yong-lin’s age, surly, a difficult past emblazoned plainly across his face—turned and frowned, blinking, at the giant pot. He blinked again. “I—don’t know.”

Old Guard "Immortal Weekend Warriors" fic:

“Yo, Padre!” It took a second too long for Nicky to turn to look at Nile walking towards them from up the main aisle.   “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been called that?” he asked while Joe wheezed with laughter, one hand on the shelving to keep himself somewhat upright.  “I’m pretty sure the last time was him,” Nicky continued, jerking a thumb at Joe, “and he was making fun of me.  I just had flashbacks to seminary. Cristo.” Nile snickered.  “Sorry about the religious trauma, Booker wants your opinion on some window blinds."

And I think that's everything active at the moment!

By all means, bother me about these stories. Like, please. I'd love to get my brain to latch onto one long enough to get something to a postable point 😅

Tagging: @hotcocoaandstripedsweaters @mediumorange @nerdsandthelike @minncoe and anybody else who feels like participating!

[sparklyhyperbole]

WIP Title 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 so much for the tag, @mistresslrigtar !

There are four.

So you're going to hear about them ALL and if anybody wants to hear more I will junk up your brain with even MORE.

#1 Of Trust and Trickery [Ongoing]

A BotW AU as a passing wave at my Middle Eastern Studies degree. Inspired by the edition of Arabian Nights my toddler was teething on. ✊😓

So picture this: 100 years ago Link was the captain of the guards assigned to the oldest temple to Hylia, located in Gerudo.

The Sheikah and the Gerudo shared in its upkeep, with Hyrule's military providing support.

In a sweeping response to fear mongers, the King of Hyrule cut off the Sheikah's access to power based technology - prompting the genesis of the Yiga. Oh no!

But that's not all.

Their first move is to ambush the remote temple and make it their head quarters!

It gets worse!

The Yiga use Spirit Orbs to turn each guard into a compliant source of spirit power— Djinn!

Thus my genie AU was born.

🧞‍♂️🧞‍♀️🧞‍♂️🧞‍♀️

100 years later, Zelda accidentally comes across our angry blue 100 year old cat bachelor. (There's a cat, btw, because animal companions are always a plus)

Tldr; local girl discovers fox caught in fox trap, wants to help. Maybe if he can stop biting her and trying to chew his leg off for 10 seconds, she'll help him. Maybe.

#2 Taming Wild Horses / Colosseum / Arena / ????  [3 of ?? Chapters written]

Close your eyes and imagine it—

Link is a colosseum fighter and reigning champion. His whole life is dedicated to it, except in the off season.

In the off season, he's contracted out as a mercernary wherever he pleases.

SCENARIOS OCCUR and both the King & Princess experience close calls with assassins. As a temporary assignment, Link is contracted out to personally bodyguard Zelda.

Zelda, avid botanist and reportedly the most powerful Zelda in 100 years is not a lover of the colosseum, and consequently completely unimpressed with Link.

In the background, Sheikah are mysteriously vanishing, so are dead bodies, and they might be warding off a famine.

There is grief! Injury! There will be betrayal! Pining!

Tldr; A cat and a dog have to fix EVERYTHING themselves. But it's not the fixing that's the issue, it's that the other person won't just GO AWA—waitcomeback. 🥺

#3 Swept Up Botw Prince Link AU Heavy Jinshi x Maomao vibes (Apothecary Diaries) but also this is about power dynamics and FUNGUS.

Here's the setting: There has been a coup! Hyrule's royal family were all murdered! Baby girl princess survived! (Shhhh.)

But like 20 years have passed and everyone says new King Ganon is decent.

Shrug it off. Coups happen. He lets us vote about some stuff.

Link is his youngest son. Being low in the line of succession, he's never at home in the castle.

Instead, he spends most of his time fighting the war that kicked up with Hyrule's neighbors after the coup.

There's something so personal about swinging a sword, you know? You know.

His right hand man and personal secretary is Sheik, a secret intelligence officer whose *actual* job is to ferret out the princess.

But guess who raised Baby girl princess?!

Our trio of sibling Sheikah researchers: Impa, Purah, and Robbie.

Zelda's personality is more like Impa's in this. She works as a castle maid, but she knows exactly who she really is.

Tldr; standoffish pretty boy who *suffers* as a lifestyle falls for the stray cat with the broom who is having none of this. Sheik is referee.

#4 Divinity in Excelsus

So this blurb below may or may not be my only written content for this WIP.

Ahaha it IS. WE ARE LAUGHING.

This will be a Chrno Crusade LoZ AU. *Weeps openly*

Link and Zelda are exorcists from separate orders belonging to the Holy Order of Hylia.

Enemies to lovers with bullets and Urbosa and Rhoam as rival heads of the order.

All the champions are in this because I NEED them and I cannot express how much I want to write Daruk as a Holy Father during the roaring twenties and Revali as munitions assistant to Robbie, inventor of all demon-killing weaponry.

Tldr; Zelda and Link in the roaring twenties, with exorcist guns blazing and a different kind of Calamity to stop.

Sooooooo.....ooo... *throws tags like confetti*

@abbyzwrites, @needfantasticstories, @aegon-targaryen, @airplanned

No pressure to play!

[j2zara]

YAAAAAAY EHEH I GET TO SEND YOU A BUNCH OF ASKS 💖💖💖💖💖(<- these ones are just me being excited)

💖📥👀📊🍰🌝💻🧠

HIIIII SORRY THIS TOOK ALL DAY im so exhausted which is why i feel like my answers are not the best but here u go

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Argh…. Ngl i sent this one to more than one person in the circle of perverts bc I want to force ppl to say nice things abt themselves and now i gotta do the same thing. I feel like my answer before this year would’ve been my dialogue!!!!!!! Like. I do think i’m good at that. It’s hard to even say that because I feel like when I do enjoy a good quip and i feel like whenever i reread my original stuff im like “oh. I’m so marvel brained”. I don’t think dialogue is my strength in cloneverse tho.  At least. I don’t think it stands out. But otherwise that’s what i would land on.

Maybe it’s bc i’ve been in a very sorry for myself slump lately bc my current wip is giving me such a struggle but i don’t even know. Before now and my latest wip driving me crazy I would’ve said. Maybe coherence or theming? Like i don’t even know if thats a thing i CAN say like is it possible to be good at themes? Sorry im being so hard on myself rn I think if i were to look at my writing i would say i think it’s halfway decent but i don’t know the answer to the question…

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Oh this is an interesting one. For such a long time the answer would’ve been my old Talentswap fic for DR, tbh it always was like. Surprising and honestly kinda nice to get like a random comment of someone being like ‘hey i just discovered this! Sad its not updating but i really enjoyed it!” something like that. And I think b/c it was multichap it was very interesting and different when ppl were reading Almost for sure.

My secret weird answer is IYWD. Like. I’m at peace with the fact that its practically dead and nobody is gonna find it again i guess but a small part of me still considers it my favorite thing i’ve done in a long time so nobody does comment anymore but. That would be the thing i secretly kinda want. I’ll take literally anything tho obviously i love anybody that ever comments on anything.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

I have a Love is Blind au for a fandom I’m not gonna mention. Idk i might’ve mentioned it somewhere but eh. Its like ten chapters but only the first 5-ish are done i’m kinda 

And i’ve talked abt this this isn’t really a. Like. Oh I’m hiding this forever thing but. I have a DR Togakure hookup fic that’s written like. To take place during a naegiri wedding like in the post first game canon. And it is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written even tho it is smut, ngl my friends have been trying to convince me to post it and i might but im genuinely terrified nobody is gonna read it and im gonna be. Sad about it

📊 Current number of WIPs

Lol um… lj3porter fic. I’m two sentences into twelfth night coded j2 wooing Jace for Porter fic. Unfinished creeper Jace + j2porter fic…  a Jace topping Zara zarajaceporter fic. A fic that is in the IYWD verse that’s like a prequel that’s normal SB related. And if we could old fandoms I have semi abandoned talent swap (the ch 3.3 doc is like 10k lmao). Love is blind au.

If we’re counting original projects. My fantasy pseudo taming retelling. Horror comedy / locked room mystery called Date / Die. I have a. Sports romance (don’t look at me). And my weird lofty rom com thing that is this decade spanning story and used to be abt a “platonic” romance but idk I was like. They’re best friends they’re the most important ppl in the world to each other and they like having sex does that make this a normal romance. Maybe. Maybe not.

So ten. Yikes.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

This is such a weird pull b/c i haven’t read it in years but Wing Man is a Bokuaka fic thats one of my fav of all time that makes me so happy idk its so like. Sweet and tbh i feel bad i never commented on it i really should bc they deserve to know i still think about it. but i just don’t reread fic all that often even my favs.

Actually that’s a lie i just remembered! I’ll cite something recent and i’m a little shy to cite something from the circle of perverts but also this is completely sincere i know i jokingly call @innskeep bambi’s LJ3 fic the perfect piece of fiction all the time but i do reread it… I just like them. I think it’s really cute and i like my little guys…  I love getting J3’s pov so much like i genuinely think its so comforting and special…

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

I won’t lie I have a total DurDawn soft spot so like. I do think it wouldn’t fun to write something small for them. Also fucking hilarious as zukkacore that I’ve never written zukka and like. In my heart I would like too but they’re almost too precious for that? It’s hard to explain. Actually another answer might be for Mailee I actually think Mailee is soooooo underrated as a ship bc they have so much potential to be good for each other that wasn’t able to foster under azula’s thumb so I like that slightly toxic edge 

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

I do a little bit of research but honestly not at much as i should. Last super deep dive i did was on the different filipino mythologies and history throughout the different regions bc ithink that subject is so interesting. but that has nothing to do with the sb circle that was for my own stuff. Lately I had to look up a little bit of elvish for something sb related lol. im such a fake fan of LOTR i love it but i’ve never actually read the books

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

A few! I’ve talked abt Jace hireling au I think that would be fun. And I joke abt Clone gamechanger au all the time and I SAID I wanted to try and make it work so like. Maybe. I’d love to try clone gamechanger au i think its funny and cute and i wanna do something indulgent.I feel like i’m forgetting something. Jess has real estate in j2porter vegas roleplay so i kinda wanna try maybe doing J2porter 50s housewife roleplay as a sort of sequel? I still like the idea of doing a You’ve Got Mail Shop Around the Corning fic. And. I feel so so so so indulgent wanting to write LJ3 stuff but like i just like them. I don’t know what i would wann write for them but i just like them

[scoops-aboy86]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I’ve been collecting these from various posts going around, using them as prompts for consecutive sentences in my Steve whump projection fic whenever the painkiller fog clears. The surgeon said it went well though, and now I can wiggle my fingers without wanting to throw myself into the sun! 

Words I was specifically tagged on are as follows, not necessarily in the order I got to them:

SYRUP from @wheneverfeasible

BAND from @steviewashere

MAIL from @steviewashere

I think that’s it, sorry if I forgot anybody’s! Tag me on more, I’ll get to them eventually. None of this is even remotely proof read.

COWBOY 

“Could you hold your arm straight out on the table, wrist flat? Okay, perfect, just stay sight there for a minute—”

When that’s finally done, Steve wraps the ice pack back around The Lump and refuses to look down at it anymore as they’re ushered to a partitioned off area with a bed for him to lay down on. Besides the coffee, Robin has tracked down a water cooler and keeps bringing him cups of cold water while they wait for a doctor to look at the X-rays and come talk to him. On one hand it washes the bitter aftertaste of the former from his mouth, but on the other he has to pee by the time he finally hears his name called again.

“Yes, that’s him,” Robin blurts out anxiously, jumping to her feet and taking a step forward—either to protect him from the doctor coming through the curtain or in a weird aborted attempt to shake the guy’s hand, Steve can’t tell. 

LOVERS

“Looks like you had a little fall there, Steve,” the doctor says, smiling at them as he sits down and introduces himself as Dr. Hale. Owens has a similar bedside manner, Steve remembers: amiable, kind of jokey, but otherwise straight to the point because he has a job to do. 

Very unlike the cold and brutal Russian doctor, which helps a tiny bit with both of their nerves. Enough that Robin manages to take her seat again instead of pacing the tiny curtained-off ‘room’ and Steve doesn’t feel the immediate need to bolt. 

“Right,” Steve answers with a nod and raises his injured wrist, still not looking at it. “Should’ve been walking slower with wet feet, but… hindsight, and whatever.

KINGS

Kinda hurts, so we figured I should come in and get checked out. Is… is there any chance this is just a really bad sprain?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Hale answers, and opens the folder he’d come in with. “Going off of these,” he continues while putting Steve’s printed X-ray slides on the nearby light box on the wall, “it looks like your radius is fractured in two places…”

Steve tunes out almost immediately, as soon as he understands that ‘fractures’ does in fact mean ‘broken.’

STUN

“… Stabilize it and put on what we call a sugar tong splint until you can see your primary care physician to get a cast…”

To Steve’s left, Robin is dutifully taking notes and asking follow-up questions for him, which is good. Unlike the rest of their friend group Steve has never really been a details kind of guy; several concussions over the years haven’t improved this, and he’s out of it enough even before a nurse comes and very gently puts a shot of morphine in his good arm. Not being able to hold Robin’s hand while that happens definitely doesn’t help, but he maintains direct eye contact with her the entire time and tries to match her breathing. 

WHOLE

Which is almost enough. 

“Hey, ow,” he snaps. “Ow!”

“Let’s try to relax your arm, okay?” the nurse says on his left. 

Everything in him, all the pain still half hiding behind disbelief and frustration that this is even happening, wants nothing more than to lash out at that deeply unhelpful suggestion, but all Steve says through gritted teeth is, “I’m trying.”

UNTIL

“Uh, hey, Steve,” Robin blurts out, her voice high and fast, “did I ever tell you about the time I kicked a nurse?”

“No…” The nurse, he notices out of the corner of his eye, purses her brightly made up lips in distaste, but Steve appreciates the opening salvo of a classic Robin Buckley ramble right now and grabs onto it like a life preserver. 

“I was… seven, I think? Like, old enough that I should’ve been more well behaved and ladylike about it or whatever. 

CRISP

Crying because of a little poke is for babies, blah blah blah.” Robin rolls her eyes. (In that moment, the nurse finishes the injection and pops a bandaid on his arm, but Steve just ignores her.) “So I’m freaking out, and all the sudden she stops and leaves, which at first I thought was great. Pleading didn’t work, but apparently flailing did?

FLOWER

Fine by me! Like, my mom had always told me that I’d never get far if I didn’t learn to be more coordinated—which, is that even something you can learn, because I always thought it’s something you either are or aren’t? Old argument, still ongoing. Well, anyway, then the nurse came back in with my mom and the receptionist from up front, and she had them hold me down while she tried again!”

Enthralled by the anecdote and indignant on his soulmate’s behalf, Steve gasps. “Really?

WATER

“Well yeah, because apparently I’d kicked her! Afterwards when my mom explained that part I felt really bad, and we’d already left so I couldn’t even apologize… Though how hard could I have kicked her, if I didn’t even notice it happened?”

“Exactly,” Steve agrees, then makes the mistake of looking away from her for a second to see what the doctor is doing and immediately embarrasses himself. Reels away from the needle attached to a huge syringe full of clear liquid. 

MAIL

Maybe shrieks a little, but with his head swimming either from pain or the morphine kicking in or both he’s not really sure. 

“—Alright, Steve, it’s just lidocaine and it will only sting for a little bit. I know it looks like a lot, but this is going to numb you up just like at the dentist so you won’t feel a thing while I push the—”

Lump, he’s going to push the lump of fucking bone back in until it’s wrist shaped again, Steve realizes with a sickening lurch of all his insides. 

STORM

“S-sorry, can I go to the bathroom first?” Steve pleads. Thinks that he might kick someone if that needle comes at him right now, all he needs is a minute to brace himself. “Or at least wait until the morphine kicks in?”

“Restroom is that way,” Robin says while pointing helpfully, “I saw it when we came in.”

“Might be for the best,” Hale agrees, sitting back a little.

ACHE

Almost immediately, Steve feels like he has infinitely more room to breathe. “Can’t exactly stop to go while we’re putting the splint on, after all.”

He’s already nodding as he scoots off the side of the hospital bed (which really is much more comfortable than the waiting room seats), once again holding his injured wrist close to his chest on instinct. Easy enough to stumble through the curtain and locate the bathroom, lock himself in, and clumsily get his clothes out of the way enough to relieve himself. 

INCH

It’s quiet in there, away from Robin. Not entirely in a good way, but—at least the bone isn’t sticking out through the skin, didn’t she have a story about that one time? Cringing, Steve washes his good hand as best he can using the soap pump next to the sink. He takes a deep, steadying breath, then another four or five, before leaving the bathroom. 

SPOOKY

Some things just aren’t meant to go well. Pretending he can do this lasts about three seconds into the sting above his wrist and the pressure of all that liquid being pushed in as the plunger goes down. Of course, he can’t even bring himself to watch. Of course, Robin watches for him with red-rimmed eyes, visibly doing her best not to grimace. 

Kicking himself mentally every time, Steve cannot stop thinking about the needle pumping.., he’s already forgotten what, into his wrist. 

“You’re going to be done soon, right?”

DANCE

Dr. Hale hums noncommittally. “Almost.”

“… Now?” Can’t this guy tell that Steve needs this to be over, like, yesterday? Everything feels like it’s closing in, light glinting off equipment in a cold metal room with a drain in the floor, clamping down on his wrist in a no-temperature, no-sensation vice grip that makes him want to either fight or laugh hysterically, even with Robin still holding his other hand to keep him grounded. 

SHAPE

She gives it a reassuring squeeze. “He’s really not using all of it Steve, it’ll be over soon.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, distantly humiliated to feel tears pricking at his eyes but he can still feel the pressure, that cold-numb push. 

“Promise,” she tells him with another squeeze. Except her voice cracks a little, suggesting that either she’s not sure or she’s about to throw up—neither of which is all that reassuring. 

SALMON 

So it’s only another century (or few seconds) before Steve can’t help but ask, “Are you almost done now?”

“Almost,” comes the placid answer. 

“Look,” Steve says desperately, “how many more almosts is it going to be?”

Mercifully, that’s when the pressure finally eases. “Okay, Steve, you won’t feel any of this next part. Now just try not to move while we get this stabilized.”

BOOKS

Beside them, another ER nurse has rolled over a cart with various sizes of gauze and wrappings. Once they start, he realizes that Hale is right; he can’t feel it, exactly, just knows that… things are being rearranged. On Robin’s face, the trying-not-to-grimace expression intensifies. Kinda makes him want to worry more about her than himself, which at this point is a relief. 

Something is wrong with his bone, though, and that wrongness still taints every thought no matter how unwound the morphine is trying to make him feel. 

MAIL

Maybe it’s just not very good stuff. 

Almost unbidden, he wonders if Eddie could get him something better and then bites down hard on a manic grin. 

“It’s good,” the doctor is saying. “Let’s wrap it up.”

~

COMFORT 

Coming back from the ER is a quiet affair. Once the splint was on and another ice pack provided for the road, they’d hustled Steve out to make room for the next patient and in parting told him to call his regular doctor for a referral to a specialist. Mrs. Byers took the prescription bottle of pain pills from Steve and an exhaustingly thorough rundown of everything that had been said from Robin, then mercifully leaves the radio off while Steve continues trying to wrap his head around everything. 

For one thing, he’s right handed; with his right wrist immobilized and under strict orders not to remove the splint or get it wet, he can’t drive or write… Other examples of what he’s now unable to do flit through his mind, the only one seeming to get caught being that he can’t even masturbate normally. Robin, sitting at his side in the back seat, seems equally subdued—but probably for different reasons. They might share a brain half the time, but when it comes to that stuff they’ve both firmly agreed that as far as each other is concerned they’re as featureless as Barbie and Ken dolls. 

BAND

Back at the Harrington house, the party is more or less wrapped up. All the food is packed away, grill cleaned and moved back around the side of the house to await the next barbecue, and the kids and older teens crammed into various pieces of furniture together in the living room. No one says anything when they see Steve, at first, everyone hesitating in a way that makes him want to whip off the sling and splint he’s wearing and reveal it was all a joke—except he can’t, because it isn’t. 

“Don’t look so freaked, Steve-o,” Eddie pipes up finally, “a broken bone isn’t the end of the world. 

ANGST

And hey, if it is, we have experience with that too. No big deal!”

“Great,” Steve says dully. “Super.”

The attempt at levity seeps from Eddie’s face like air from a punctured balloon, but it’s not…

SYRUP

Shit, it’s not that Steve is mad at Eddie, just. You know. Ready to throw himself off the roof for having such a stupid accident. Upside Down encounters and literal Russian military hadn’t put him this much out of commission before! People said, they said you couldn’t drive with a concussion, but he had—the trick was to account for the vertigo and only take short trips, making sure everyone in the car had their seat belt securely fastened. 

TOAST

This time, though, he can’t so much as wiggle the fingers of his right hand without that feeling of bone’s wrong zinging up his arm like a cramp; there’s no way he can grip and move a gear shift. One wrong fucking step… And he hadn’t even been moving fast…!

“Steve,” Robin murmurs at his side with a gentle nudge. That’s what clues him into the fact that he’s just been standing there staring at his assembled friends in awkward, troubled silence for… he’s not sure how long. 

If you want to do this too, your word is SELTZER. No pressure and/or just drop by and read some new words tag:

@hotluncheddie @lawrencebshoggoth @sofadofax @irishvampireboy @oatmilk-vampire

@wheneverfeasible @hamiltonswiftie @grtwdsmwhr @yesdangerpls @theseaofdespair

[katyawriteswhump]

WIP Weekend

Thanks to @medusapelagia for the tag :D You are too kind!

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post or new thread, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs

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 play!

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, 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’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

These are the options:

the freak in the penthouse (steddie au, eddie is an accidental video game milllionaire/steve is a (part-time) sex worker) snippet below!

dragon's pet (steddie, third instalment of my dragon's hoard series--subby steve/occasional-dragon eddie)

tree-shifter fic (harringrove bingo, honestly, if anybody asks they are truly brave because I am a truly weird person and my writing gets even odder)

no upside down au lifeguard fic (harringrove bingo)

Ask away... if you're brave.

A little snippet from 'the freak in the penthouse' chp 2

“Hey, should we put music on?" asked Steve. "Or do you wanna jam? You know, I kinda dabble myself from time to time… uh, you okay?”

Eddie had finally got up. He took two paces across the room and yanked the guitar from Steve’s grip. “Nooooo music.”

“Is that some kinda rule?”

That teeniest smile again. “Shouldn’t you be telling me your rules, Steve? Like how much is a ‘party’ with you gonna set me back? Not that I give a rat’s ass, but…”

Another internal facepalm. Steve had intended to be upfront about that. Then again, it was the first time he’d negotiated for himself. 

“Okay, so you want me to stay the whole night?”

Eddie shrugged. Up close, his dark eyes were intoxicating, sucking Steve in, which was probably why he said, flustered: “Two hundred bucks, okay?”

You were gonna quote four! If Kline comes sniffing, he’ll have at least a hundred off you.

Eddie nodded, laughed. The air reeked of vodka. As well as the weed. Steve pressed on:

“Rules. Okay. Nothing that leaves any marks on my skin. Got any weird kinks?”

“Not right now.” Eddie started fiddling with his rings, suddenly squirmy. “Nothing other than a hankering to sleep with a really cute guy.”

Steve blushed like an idiot, and his heart gave a crazy leap.  What the fuck? “And we gotta use rubbers,” he said.

“Obviously. Anything else? Like, do you kiss on the lips?”

Steve snickered. “You watch too many movies, Eddie.”

“Not much else to do, stuck up here with cable. So, you do kiss on the mouth?”

“Sure thing.” 

Truth was, Steve had been hungry for Eddie’s soft-looking lips since that first merest hint of a smile. He edged forward so they stood pretty much nose to nose. He slipped a hand to cup Eddie’s jaw, and plastered his mouth enthusiastically to Eddie’s. Eddie gave a surprised grunt, not yet parting those enticing lips. 

Steve panicked. Shit, too much?

Then Eddie plunged his tongue straight towards Steve’s tonsils and they started kissing for real, and… Wow! 

It was some kiss.

Chapter one is now up here on ao3. Might post on tumblr later not sure... sort of nervous about it :P

[nellie-elizabeth]

WIP Game

Tagged by @eliotqueliot

Thanks!!

Rules: In a new post, post 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 of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay, here goes... I'm only posting the ones that have active file names and not the bullet points that exist on my "list" docs that are literally just an idea with nothing written yet!

Magicians/Queliot

trespass sweetly urged

Sexcapades (Qualice/Queliot/Malice)

wake up my body

Also I have 7 active Magicians WIPS that are all the continuation "snippets" in my Immortality 'Verse, so I have active docs for each of those. You can find them all here.

Roswell New Mexico/Malex

never really had a doubt

should've somehow realized

nightmare-scape

And then there is the actively-posting WIP tell me that we belong together, which is part of a larger series that has future-wips that don't have their own docs yet. :)

Feel free to ask questions about any of these!

Tagging @portraitofemmy @prettyboysdontlookatexplosions @r-dtoblack, @aydann-runs, and anybody else who wants to play!