#or it goes to the wip folder to die

[porcelaintoybox23]

If this post gets 5 likes, I will post random snippets from my post Talon/Ric BbRob fic wip

Here ya go

[sawdustandstardust]

broadcast signals (mel king x frank langdon)

the kingdon hunger games au

Additional Tags: Drug Use and Abuse; Frank/Abby fail-marriage; Pre-Affair; mentor!Frank; tribute!Mel; “will ruin my life and credit to bring her home” etc.; cleaning out the WIP folder and consolidating old projects so UNFINISHED and UNEDITED FYI; first mention (?) of season 2 mystery boy james in fanfic (?) lmao

When memories of Frank’s games replay in his mind, they’re tinged in sepia.

Enormous mountains and canyon ranges that enclosed a death valley on each side. The arena design was one of the most innovative the games had ever seen; if viewed aerially, it would’ve compared to the wobbly rings of a cut tree trunk. Each ring a different horror, infinitely spinning around and around.

He remembers the moment of looking at the open stretch of cracked, dried land. At the terrifying, far-off dust storm that’s dangerously close to cross over the horizon line, barreling past a backdrop of far-off canyons—stratum rendered in reds, sandy browns, and purples that bloom like a bruise. The chaotic mix of prairie dirt and desert wind and heat tangles like a knotted ball of yarn and he think this is it. This is when I’m going to die.

Frank gets lucky when the massive threat loses momentum before it made its way to his makeshift camp, dissolving into the morning breeze as quickly as it materialized. He finds out later that night, while looking up at the cold night sky, that six tributes died in the storm. Doesn’t cry. Couldn’t risk dehydration. The arena had drought baked into its creation. Divine design. Frank’s determined to not be its next sacrifice.

This drive will garner him the Panem-wide reputation of being an uncaring asshole, because minuscule cameras are scattered throughout every area of the games. Hundreds of hours of unique footage, are logged and uploaded to the Capitol 24-hour game stream.

And every time a fellow competitor is killed, no one watching ever sees Frank Langdon weep. Even when his bare, sunburnt fists brutally beat into the final tribute's skull—James. District 1, sun-drenched, blonde, golden boy who carried around a fucking sponsored sword like an apocalyptic knight—and keeps going. Far after the canons blast, even after the pain shooting from his spine makes him vomit on the ground. Hit after hit after hit.

The valley makes him feral, his kill count in the teens. A product of his environment, where he only received one sponsored gift—a first-aid medical kit following a near-deadly bite from a genetically modified desert kingmaker—during the entire fifty-six days of his games. Head down, Robby wrote in the attached note. Keep going. Don’t stop.

District 6 doesn’t cheer at his homecoming. Applause is for heroes, not for scrappy, stray dogs that got lucky. Frank never willingly goes back.

(But, no matter how much he networks and drinks and fucks and marries his way into the Capitol, he becomes the District 6 stereotype anyway, spending his nights floating away on morphling, desperately trying to always outrun the hot, arid sun.)

So much had been written over the years about the parasocial connection between victors and the Capitol citizens who bankroll their futures. Articles profiling games-enthusiasts who spent thousands of coins on just one night with their favorite victor. Entire virtual communities dedicated to cataloging their every move, confirming the canon of their games. Shaky videos and shoddy transcriptions used to fuel speculation and fantasies, with victor themed AI chat-bots raking in millions of hits every year.

His wife, Abby, runs her hands through his hair.

“You were my favorite,” she’d whispered, “begged daddy to send you money for that med kit on day fifteen. Frank, you looked so bad.”

He places kisses along her temple, on her soft cheeks as his hips thrust inside her. Her family managed a government-backed jewelry conglomerate. When they met at the end of his victory tour, she giggled into her champagne flute, confessed to stalking him on the Capitol game feeds, compulsively watching highlights from each day over and over. All my friends wanted James to win, but I always liked brunettes better.

In the after, they will unconsciously untangle themselves from one another in their sleep. Return to their own bedsides and pillows, growing cold due to the cavernous space between their bodies.

Every year is the same.

Go to the reaping ceremony. Watch the light from two children's eyes completely extinguish. Haphazardly prepare them for the arena, do his best to charm sponsors. Never succeeds. District 1 still hates his guts and District 6 doesn’t have the public relations capital to pull interest. His tributes rarely make it into the top twelve and Frank spends the days after their murders locked in his expensive apartment, high out of his mind.

This round, he doesn’t bother to learn anything about his tributes, both weak-armed thirteen year olds who stare out the window the whole train ride to the Capitol. Nothing matters, because they’re not the one everyone is talking about.

“Did you see the blond girl from District 3? Sister would not stop screaming when her name was called,” Heather, from District 7, tells him. “It was so bad that they edited it out when they aired the nightly recap on the servers. Twins. Days away from their nineteenth birthday. So close to aging out from all this.”

“Does John have a plan?” Frank envied the District 3’s mentor, who seemingly never lets the stress of the games get to him.

“Same as always? Damned if they win, damned if they don’t. Nothing ever changes.”

On the third day of training, the scores are announced and Frank’s own ten rings in his ears like the death canon. His mentees score a three and a four; they probably won’t make it past the opening rush towards the cornucopia. Always tell them to run in the opposite direction but they never listen. The girl from District Three scores a seven.

Good. Middle of the pack, not a push-over, but not immediately a threat.

Mel mel mel! I’m sure everyone here is curious about all things YOU! What can you tell us that nobody else knows?

I’m…really excited to be here and want to win the games for my sister, Becca. It’s just us and our mother back in our district and I would like nothing else than to go back home to them.

Hordes of avant-garde clad bodies caudalise outside the tribute parade arena. Frank doesn’t really give a fuck about any of this. Wants nothing more than to rip the sheer shirt he’s currently wearing off his body; wash away the glitter highlighter that Princess and Perlah promised looked like the shimmering paint of the District 6 built trains of Panem. Wants to go back home and fade out—

—a body bumps into his: a human tornado of thin wires and reflective fabric and blinking lights that practically screams out District 3, blonde hair braided into two intricate twists, pinned in the back at the nape of her neck. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay. There’s a lot going on. Mel, right?”

“Uh, yes. That’s me!” She flashes a small, nervous smile and Frank can’t help being charmed by her slight enthusiasm, the way she fiddles with her hands in front of her.

“Frank Langdon, District 6,” he holds out his hand, cocking his head to the side when she doesn’t take it. Smart.

“I know who you are. My sister and I watched your games. I’m sorry about your back.”

“All in the past now,” he plays off. Mel doesn’t need to know that’s how the morphling stuff began. Pain management that then transformed into Everything management. That's what her life would be like if she won: an unsteady, treacherous diet of unhealthy coping mechanisms. “You did a good job in your interview. People love the family angle…great for sponsorships. Public investment.”

God, he sounded just like those Capitol assholes that Robby and him always complained about, who cared more about optics and performance and algorithms than anything real.

“I told the truth,” Mel mumbles, confused.

“Truth’s dangerous in a place like this. Authenticity’s a vulnerability. Protect it.”

“Did you?”

“No. I sold it.” Frank doesn’t mean to fumble with his wedding band—golden and opulent—but it’s a fidgeting compulsion he can’t shake and Mel’s attention fixes on his hands. “Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

“Well, I need to survive all this first. Won’t mean much if I bleed out from an arrow in the shoulder.”

“Trident,” he corrects and fuck, she wasn’t suppose to know that, but…if this one piece of information gets her a little bit closer to home, then his mistake will be worth it. “Hope you can swim and catch fish.”

Because two days ago, Abby’s father called, bragging about the official Hunger Games tie-in deal he secured with this year’s gamemakers. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, all designed to look like delicate fish scales against the skin. They will be all the rage in the districts. Sea chic.

Frank leans in close now, voice low against the celebratory cacophony of a post-tribute parade festivities: “Don’t drink the water. I have no clue what the game makers did to it, but it’s bad. Slowly liquifying organs from the inside bad.”

Mel doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, she nods, the lights of her costume winking back at him. Reflective in the lenses of her glasses. Why didn’t her team fix her eyesight? What might happen when those glasses get knocked off and she can’t see?

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me now. Make it out of there and then come find me.”

One District 6 tribute steps off their platform before the timer finishes its countdown and the other drowns in the first ten minutes. Years later—when someone asks him who they were—Frank will struggle to remember their names.

Mel knows how to swim and is more than careful not to inhale any water into her mouth. Eight tributes die in the first twenty-four hours; she is not one of them.

“Whose your favorite, babe?” Abby asks, curled up on their long, velvet sofa as Gloria’s face beams from the TV screen, recalling all the highlights from the first game day. “Now that your little ones are out of contention.”

Dead, Abs. They are dead for nothing besides your continued entertainment.

“You know I don’t play favorites with the other districts. Bad for business.”

“I think you like the District 3 girl. Mel? Reminds me of you. A lot of gumption. Grit. A little naive. She’ll be popular if she wins.”

I know and Frank will do anything to make sure she’s not.

[only-bees]

SWEET (FOR ME)

Summary: Daniel sweats, and Max likes it a little too much. Rating: E Relationship: Daniel/Max Other Tags: Sweat Kink, Blowjobs, Beard Kink

Big thanks to @onboardsorasora for the post that reminded me that this existed in my WIPs folder

Read Part 1 Here >> On AO3

or

↓ Read here under the cut ↓

Daniel's in the middle of getting out of his race suit to shower when the door to his driver room opens.

He's angry – angry at the car, angry at his engineers, angry at Zak for telling him, "Better luck next time," as he'd pushed past him on his way to the paddock.

Daniel turns, ready to cuss out whoever's intruded on him, obviously not expecting Max to be there. The words die on his lips before he can even get them out – how is Max here, in the middle of the McLaren motorhome, still in his race suit? How had he made it past everyone without being caught? Daniel's about to ask him when Max sinks to his knees in front of him, pushing his race suit down around his thighs, dragging his fireproofs and underwear with them.

Max pushes his face into Daniel's crotch, and Daniel's mouth drops open. He knows he's gross right now, he's dripping sweat all over the room, and Max is fucking nuzzling his sweat-damp pubes like it's the best thing on the planet. "Max," he whispers, "Max, let me shower, you've got an interview still, we can go back to the hotel after and-"

"No," Max says. "No," he repeats, softer this time, and he licks a messy stripe down Daniel's cock. Daniel drops a hand to Max's head, grabbing the brim of his hat and taking it off, dropping it to the floor. Max noses against him, breathing deep like he wants to commit the smell of Daniel's sweat to his memory, and Daniel pushes his fingers through Max's hair, making it stick up a little.

"Max," he says, "You have an interview to get to."

"They can wait," Max says, mouthing at Daniel's cock a second later, and god, Daniel wishes that wasn't doing it for him. Daniel thinks about Max, showing up to the interview, his lips red and swollen from his cock, if they'll ask where Max was, why he took so long. Max wraps his lips a second later, around the head of Daniel's cock, and Daniel closes his eyes.

"Fuck, Max," he breathes out as Max blows him.

He imagines Max being asked, imagines what would happen if Max smiles slyly, like a cat that got the cream, and imagines Max saying in a rough, fucked-out voice, "Well, I was just on my knees in the McLaren motorhome."

He knows it won't happen, but he does know how fast it would spread.

It would be milliseconds before the stories come out about it, about Max Verstappen, World Champion, giving head to someone who'd almost finished dead last.

But then Max is pulling off his cock, pushing his nose against Daniel's balls, and he breathes, "Come on my face." Daniel stares down at him. "Do it," Max tacks on a second later, and Daniel grabs his cock, immediately jerking off. He thinks about Max, doing his post-race interview with jizz all over his face, and he shouldn't find the idea as hot as he does, but it makes his cock hard, and that's enough for him. Max buries his face between Daniel's thighs, and then- oh.

Daniel's breath hitches. He shouldn't be turned on by this, by Max rubbing his face against his pubes, smelling him and lapping up his fucking sweat like there's nothing better.

Daniel's jizz ends up on Max's hair, his forehead, and a blob lands on his cheek when Max goes to pull back a little.

"Shit," Daniel whispers, grabbing a McLaren-branded towel and hurriedly wiping the jizz off Max's face. He's about to start cleaning it from Max's hair when Max backs away, grabbing his hat from where Daniel had dropped it.

"I'm going to be late," Max says, his voice rasping a little on his words. Daniel watches, dumbstruck, as Max stands and puts his hat on.

"Did you," Daniel starts, and Max smirks at him, unzipping his race suit. He grabs Daniel's hand, shoving it into his underwear, and Daniel suddenly feels sticky, hot jizz under his fingers. "Jesus," he breathes out. He pulls his hand out of Max's underwear, his fingers covered in Max's jizz, and Max zips his race suit back up so he can make his way to his interview.

"See you at the hotel," he says over his shoulder as he leaves, and Daniel has to sit down.

Eventually, he pulls up the live stream from the interview on his phone. If Max's voice sounds hoarse to anyone, if his lips look too red, too full, if they can smell Daniel all over him, no one says anything, and Daniel turns off the live stream, satisfied that they weren't caught.

He needs to shower.

[thursdayinspace]

I started writing porn during my work breaks to torture my friends (as you do) and sometimes it turns into feelings, so whatever, I'll drop this here. Possibly part of a WIP now because isn't everything these days? (My poor WIP folder.)

They spent so much time apart, first because he was dead, then because he distanced himself from her after coming back, and then because he was in hiding. Now that they’re back together, they can’t stop kissing, they can’t stop touching. They’re always connected, holding hands, standing with their sides pressed together, small pecks hello or goodbye turning into long, hungry kisses, hands clawing at each other to get closer, closer, always closer.

At night they fall asleep with their legs tangled, her head on his chest, or him spooned up behind her; they fit together so perfectly. Words are still difficult. So much has happened. He feels endless guilt for leaving her alone, leaving her to deal with the fallout of their decisions all on her own. She feels guilt heavy in her heart for giving up their son, for depriving him of his chance to be a father, she feels like the destroyer of their little family.

Touch comes easier to them and they tell each other what they can’t say through letting their bodies speak for them. It’s hard and rough some nights, pure desperation, don’t ever leave me again because I’d die, mark me, make me yours, ruin me for anyone else. Most nights it’s unbearably slow and tender, laced with a melancholy sadness mixed with tentative hope growing in the shadows that hold both danger and promise. It’s apology and affirmation, I’m sorry, I love you, here’s my heart for you to keep, it’s always been yours and always will be.

She opens her legs for him and he pushes into her slowly, coming home, covering her with his body as she holds him close. He doesn’t move, just kisses her, and she kisses back. This is what they need, connection, physical metaphor for everything language can’t yet express. When he starts rolling his hips it’s slow and shallow; they’re full of need, burning with desire for release, but every time they fall over that edge it means it’s over. Until next time. And they never take next times for granted anymore. Not after everything they’ve lost.

His forehead rests against hers as they breathe each other’s air, as her hands roam his back and he fucks her so gently, with such soul-deep devotion it brings tears to her eyes as she clenches around him, holding onto him so tightly with every part of her being.

They’re still unpracticed, they’d only just started when he was taken from her, they didn’t have a chance after he returned. But they’re learning, learning each other, learning this new language. The sounds that mean they need more, or less, or that it’s perfect.

She comes first, and he knows what to do, how to move to make it good for her, to keep her coming and coming until her moans turn into whimpers through that final crest before her body goes soft under him, and only then does he let himself go, spilling into her with a broken sound escaping his throat. It’s an ending and an oath, a beginning, a confirmation of continuity: them against the world, forever. In this moment, they’re a part of each other, their combined pleasure stronger and more meaningful than any marriage vow could ever be.

He stays inside her as long as he can and they part reluctantly, only to come back together later, always. There are no guarantees, but there are promises, there’s love. They’ll make it work.

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

wip folder - tag game

First of all thank you @losers-clvb for the tag <3

I'm kind of a WIP hoarder, so I will limit myself to the stuff that I am somewhat actively working on.

The idea is that you share the file name of your WIPs, no matter how non-descriptive, and then tag as many people as you have WIPs (that's not gonna work, I don't know as many people IRL as I have WIPs :D). And if anyone thinks something sounds interesting, they can send me an ask about it!

Okay. Here goes.

Dean x reader

Good men die too (when I have the name of a fic figured out I usually change the file name to that, sort of like test driving the title)

All good dogs go to heaven

Marked

Sam x reader

priest sam (and then sometimes they just get shitty working titles)

sequel "I dream of the places"

jealous sam

Blackbird

Sam x reader x Dean (either poly or love triangle)

nature chews on me

season 5/6 fic

Sun bleached flies (can you tell I'm suffering from Ethel Cain brainrot?)

You know what, that wasn't half bad! No pressure tags (but also gimme): @bettystonewell @voodoochildthings @ambiguous-avery @myceliumsunshine @samsblades

[intrepidacious]

tag game

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 or tell us about it.

tag as many people as you have wips yeah no lmao

you know what i said i wouldn't ever do an honest version of this tag because it's frankly ridiculous how many docs/wips i have, but i saw someone else post the entirety of their wip folder and found it inspiring so. thank you for tagging me @writing-for-marvel 💛

no pressure tags <3 @brandycranby @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @fandoms-writings @nickfowlerrr @krirebr @levanswrites @scrumptious-delusion @demxters @sanguineterrain

here goes, adhd at its finest. changing font colours per character. also some of these are themselves folders with documents inside so this is still not an extensive list lmao 🫠

time after time

a witch for all seasons

vampire bucky

the bad days

tired

friendship breakups / the way we were / tangents meeting

wayward guide for the untrained eye

to home afar

smile

trivia

electric boots

more of you

timeless

color me

sing me a song

pouring rain

[untitled 40s bucky]

caught in the undertow

fair

winter soldier

summer loving

daisy jones

something to rely on

leaving on a jet plane

pancakes for dinner

snow child

jones

rewritten!bucky

librarian!bucky

librarian!bucky - haircut

half past six

the stars in your eyes

dandelions

stick season

after westview

fae!bucky

holding cell

fake dating

lotr au

something bout you

dust settling / lucky for me

call me but love / unconquerable

not yet

wishes / nineteen twenty-five

forty-three

death becomes him

lights out

come fly with me

ghost light

battle cries

[untitled angst]

wishing

private eye!steve

outlaw!steve

rewritten!steve

[untitled spice]

royal librarian steve / hearts of gold

a smile that cold

occupy my brain

too sweet

poison in my pocket

ready when you are

the horror and the wild

victorian!ransom

royalty au

pirate captive

[untitled drabble]

there's always tomorrow

[untitled fairy tale retelling]

sweet diversions / on the bride's side

westworld

the space between atoms

solar system

earth rover

that unwanted animal

second wind

not mine

why'd you only call me when you're high

welly boots

farewell wanderlust

dancing

pietro

marbles

wild blue yonder

the rockrose and the thistle

unmarried

watch the sunlight fade

secret agent au

the horror and the wild (2)

and we all still die

against all odds

scars

hurt/comfort

to play with fire

velen

a nature such as his

a common place

til the darkness has gone

just fairer than death / through the darkness-1

accidental marriage

circe

one day's head start

sub!james

formal dinners

eye of the storm

make up for lost time

ex wife

fine | b.b.

on the town | b.b. (tat)

crimson and clover | b.b. (tat)

| j.n.

must be the season | w.m.

in the absence of falling | b.b.

just like your dad | r.d.

hockey au | b.b.

| s.r./b.b.

library | b.b.

staring contest | b.b.

[moontearpensfic]

WIP Folder Game

Thanks @eidelvyd and @duplicitywrites for the tag!

Okiiie, these are from my Tomarry folder(s), by their listed name, and all unposted! Some are up and coming; some will probably die a quiet death, content with the outline I gave them. Please feel free to ask me about any of these! 😍

Baby Tom and Cologne - a Harry raises Tom AU where Tom gets really into the whole cologne scene taking the kids by storm these days a;slkdjf

Fuck or Die - soulmate AU where Harry time travels to Marauders Era, where Tom is a Professor and his parents are students at the school

Harry Boards Another Train With Scarcrux - Harry's train takes him to another world, where Voldemort and he are married and Dark Lords together

Amnesia AU - I've gone through, like, three diff ideas for this one

Mr. and Mr. Potter - lol what it sounds like, a crack treated seriously AU of Mr. and Mrs. Smith (the movie)

Portrait AU - bby Harry falls in love with the portrait hanging in Dumbledore's office that only speaks Parseltongue

Murder Mystery AU - Tom kills his father, Dumbledore, and newly minted Head Auror Harry is on the case

Tom Grooms Harry AU - time traveling Tom raises Harry after taking him as a baby

Hogwarts Legacy AU - an isekai where Harry's soul gets sucked out at the beginning of OOTP, and he goes to another world, where he was born a Squib but now has Ancient Magic

Role Reversal AU with @duplicitywrites - canon rewrite with Tom in the 90s timeline, and Harry as a professor!

Farm AU with @duplicitywrites - Harry is a farmer, and Tom is the son of a preacher; omg please ask me about this one, haha!

Weeb Tom AU with @cindle-writes and @duplicitywrites - ;ALKDSJFSDKFJAS;LDJF Tom is a weeb in the early 2000s whose best friend is a pillow of Harry Potter, the main character from his beloved anime, and on his birthday, it comes to life 😂

I didn't even list the AUs that I know are dead in the water, lol.

Tagging @cindle-writes, @perhaps-sunlight, @aglassroseneverfades, @mosiva, @chiocchi, and @vonnibel! I think we did a WIP game fairly recently, however, and so if you want to pass or just don't want to, feel free! Also please feel tagged if you want to participate but you weren't!

[procrastinationau]

WIP Ask 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.

These run the gamut across a bunch of fandoms but are mostly xs, as you may imagine. some gen, some ships, mostly rated g to pg-13 except for one, which will be obvious from the title.

anyway, in reverse chronological order of when I last edited them:

there was that one time in singapore

Punching chase young in the face for fun and profit

sal visits his family

baby sal angst

Only the Gwens die young

hi angry and betrayed, i'm dad

s2 doodles

Lilo and hogarth

castaways

lancer mentors danny

vampjack redux

Kimiko goes full twilight

sad baby clay christmas

jessie leaves

raimundo is a fucking idiot

Maybe our ghosts live in that vacancy

smut smut smut

Jack Spicer and the no good horrible very bad fic

sly 4 rewrite

xs road trip

never ever have i never

raijack artists redux

alenoah fake dating

raijack cruise twose electric boogaloose

dad mogul

pokemon au for td

panda king thing

chuan flashbacks

samsteve thing

Across the fields of mourning

truth come out does johnny is gay

my four walls transformed

star vs rewrite doodles

eavesdrop

zukka au??????/

extremely self indulgent skyrimbender zukka thing

i think i'm sinking down

SMOOTH JAZZ FOR YOUR SOUL

[depmode]

WIP ask game

thank you for the tag @amellderiva but also curse you bc now everyone will see my flop disorganization lmao (jk)

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

i do not name WIPs. in fact i do not typically name a story at all until it is sitting in an AO3 draft and that's the last thing i need to post it lmao. mostly i give them names to help me remember what is what, but some of these babies i have like 4 different copies/vrs of them so that becomes confusing. weeee!

eventually mind control sex rip: set endgame. rook is going to die, unequivocally, so everyone agrees to a hail mary attempt to keep him alive. it goes very very wrong. rook is fucked up, has very complicated bitter feelings about being alive and the choices everyone made for him, and finds out backstory stuff he definitely would have rather died than know<3 where is the mind control sex, you ask? don't worry about it.

FINISH OR DIE BITCH!!!! v847: a switcheroo where rook visits solas in his dreams while he's stuck in the prison. don't worry about this title either it's fine.

doing stuff under the table: rook blowing solas under a table. self explanatory all around.

rook and solas b4 game: you will never guess, but. a bald annoying elf needs a guide to a place in necropolis for Historical Research. rook is the lucky winner.

ROOKS SHITTY EX V3: im sensing some hostility from myself. rook starts losing time, among other things, so he goes to solas for help because he is a yearning loser if solas can't figure out what's wrong nobody can. are shitty exs featured? perhaps.

dead dove freaks: cnc, solas roofies rook at a party and then does whatever the fuck he wants (consensually). this one is mostly only on hold bc i can't decide what POV to write from since they are both uhhh very different lol.

edging and etc: smut! can you believe?

rook pining + situationship hell: rook languishes in the lighthouse, wasting away like a melancholic victorian maiden in a novel; sometimes solas comes around, and they fuck.

adoni/emeric AU swap (OG + VB): NOT solrook, ha ha! adoni is my OC and emeric is my friend's NPC in a curse of strahd game. they have versions in many universes, all very different, and one day it gets all mixed up. this is sort of 'fiddle with it on and off' kind of story bc only one person is ever going to see it lol.

i do not have anyone to tag to begin with let alone 9 people lmao so uhh @ everyone ur tagged, Do It.

[motleyfam]

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 as feels appropriate

Tagged by @chemical-processes

Funny you should ask because, uh…. as you can tell, I’ve been… kinda struggling 😅

kent farm breakdown

farm

farm (drafty draft)

[Remix] Farm

[dive in version] farm

Farm [take 37 or smth]

[take 38] farm

farm take 39

farm take 40

farm 41

farm 42 (dive in)

farm 43

johnny’s going thru it

an earful

grayson apt

faker

Lazarus Pit*

The Lot**

*This is the doc where everything I edit out of my batfam fics goes to die/potentially be resurrected elsewhere

**Same concept as Lazarus Pit, but for my Outsiders fics

Tagging (zero pressure): @bowditch @batmoniker @cuephrase @screwsfall0ut @jbsforever

[ignalina-c0re]

flashfireeee

WIP folder game

Aaah, my beloved mess of a Pacific Rim AU MOTA/SAS:RH crossover <3 I've been pretty quiet on this front lmao.

Flashfire!Bucky follows a lot of the story beats Raleigh does in PR, except his former co-pilot Curt was not his blood brother, but a foster brother of sorts, and a lover of sorts, and a best friend above all. Bucky is MESSED THE FUCK UP about losing him. Like, waaay messed up. Boy needs therapy and probably medical attention.

That would be an exceptionally stupid way to die, is Bucky's first thought as he looks down from his perch at the top of the Wall, a mile above the bustling hive of activity at the base. He's anchored with a harness and some magnetic clamps, sure, but it would only take one slip, one tired belt or rusted clip, and splat goes his melon on the mist-shrouded concrete below. Wouldn't that be a pity, huh.

He's as careful a worker as any of them, doesn't take stupid risks, and triple-checks his safety every time he goes up the metallic ribs of humanity's latest attempt to build monsters to fight monsters; he is also a worker with absence seizures he hides well, and some fried nerves along his left shoulder, buried under circuitry burns and claw marks: the twitching and cramping of his arm is harder to disguise. His mind comes and goes sometimes. He'll leave his own flailing, limping brain behind for minutes at a time, and come back to the warning creak of his harness, or a supervisor yelling at him for slacking off. He'll watch his own left arm, disconnected, as it pushes against the beam he's anchored to. One of these days, he'll swan-dive off this thing, and not even know it.

Psychological hemispherectomy, the doctors call it. In the real world, the one without monsters and giant robots, they use hemispherectomy to treat epilepsy: they neatly scoop out the malfunctioning half of a person's brain, and presto, you are cured. Bucky didn't get the grace of a neat scoop. He didn't even get to choose which side malfunctioned enough to be excised. Curt was torn from his head bloody and messy, and Bucky feels like he's the malfunctioning side that got accidentally left behind.

Now he's left with odd, aborted thoughts that don't feel his to finish, impulses from nowhere in particular, scents and tastes out of the blue that used to be familiar to Curt, the memories of knowledge he wasn't the one to posses, memories of memories. He remembers the smell of the detergent Curt's birth mom used to use. There's a curious gap, somewhere, that used to be occupied by memories of somebody's heavy-handed boyfriend, a man Bucky's never met, and now doesn't remember. He hums a random tune, and later hears it on the radio in a song from a band Curt used to love.

He misses Curt like a missing limb. His steps falter without him by his side. He takes stupid bets and loses most of them without Curt's uncanny ability to read people right there in the Ghost Drift. He misses not having to speak before Curt moves first. He misses Curt thinking he should duck now, and avoiding a bottle aimed at his head as he does so. He misses the endless feedback loop of ecstasy when Curt pushed him down in their bed and pushed into him, and the Ghost Drift made them just one whole instead of a them.

He misses their idiotic inside jokes, Curt's cheeky grin, his chilling blue eyes, his blunt, scarred hands, always so gentle, and thinks about loosening his rigging. Splat.

"Do you even know how to foxtrot?"

"What the what?"

"Do. You. Know. How. To. Foxtrot. Bucky. It's a dance."

"I know it's a dance dumbass."

"And do you know know it?"

"Why would I?"

"It's the name of our lady angel, if you haven't noticed."

"And…?"

"And and, get off your fat ass and come here, I'm gonna teach you a thing, fuckface."

"Jackass."

"You love me."

"…Unfortunately, I do love you. So, how does it go?"

"Attaboy!"

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

WIP title meme

(thanks for the tag, @rain-sleet-snow!)

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.

thanks for the tag @incognitajones ! <3

i use Uylsses, which doesn't really have file names, but goes by the first line of the document. sometimes those first lines are "titles", but most times not... so that'll be fun. (I have redacted my RCSS fic... no cheating!)

Kassa… no, Cassian— picks up another fuel rod, dips it carefully into the simmering oil bath with thickly gloved hands.

The shitty, stock pop music fades and Davits Draven swivels his office chair back to face him and Kay

CANNON-VERSE SCRAPPIES

For the first and, Force willing, the last time, Cassian leaves her.

CHAPTER SIX, Day 5 (Part 2), Saturday, 9:57 AM

GHOST PART 3/FIRST KISS

CHAPTER THREE, Give Up the Ghost (yes. you might be noticing a pattern)

Melshi and the others are waiting for them just a half click from the town center.

LIVE, DIE, REPEAT

no pressure tags:

@andorerso @quarantineddreamer @spookyjyn @justwandering-neverlost @mosylufanfic @chipthekeeper @dilf-din @astromechs @andorology

[theyearningghoul]

For the WIP Folder game I wanna hear about Tabula Rasa. Gimmeeee your original shit.

Omg 🥲 I didn't expect anyone to care about that one hahaha thank you 😘 I have not vocalized the ideas for this book to anyone before so I had to sit and think of a coherent pitch; thank you this was very constructive and a wonderful creative endeavor! 🫶 I'm so sorry that I'm about to ramble now LOL

TW for slavery 😅

So I have the idea for a post-apocalyptic romance story that's a little (quite heavily) inspired by the Fallout series. Especially (VERY HEAVILY) inspired by the character Charon from Fallout 3. 😂

ok so the gist on Charon/the basis of the book idea, He's a companion in the game with almost zero backstory/characterization other than: He's been brainwashed into being a killing machine that follows all orders to whomever holds his "contract". You can obtain his contract by either buying it, or doing an evil deed for the man who is currently holding Charon's contract. Once you obtain the contract, Charon promptly kills his previous employer stating that he "was an evil bastard" who deserved to die, but Charon couldn't kill him within the confines of his contract—the contract you now hold.

I just found it FASCINATING, the idea of having this cold, nearly-inhuman killing machine following you around when you know that once the contract is broken/traded hands, he could very easily kill you. He is completely faithful while you basically own him, and has almost zero personality other than the small snippets that bleed out while you travel.

under the cut for my book ideas haha

ANYWAY—SO FOR MY BOOK LOL I wanted to (steal and) expand on that idea hahaha. My basic idea is an isekai type of deal where a woman wakes up in a post-apocalyptic wasteland with zero memories or ideas about who she is, or the world around her, so she has to wander around to try to pick up clues and breadcrumbs to piece together her identity and what happened to the world and what she's doing there; all the while finding herself ass deep in altruistic blunders along the way as she tries to help people if she's able.

As she does, she comes across an evil man who basically owns a slave that is forced to do his bidding because of the contract/brainwash/whatever he holds. She hears from locals that while the slave/bodyguard is a super scary dude, some defend that it's likely that he doesn't want to be doing the heinous acts that he's forced to do. She's like "bro—that sucks for that guy, fr." so she's like "omg I'll just get his contract and give it to him so he can own himself! what a good idea! ☺️ I'm so nice and helpful! ☺️"

And she does that, but it goes ass-up when he's like "I cannot hold my own contact. 😐" and she's forced into basically owning a slave. She hates it morally, she's SUPER guilty and doesn't want this burden of ownership; but tbh she has zero fighting/survival skills and he's a big help in the hellscape that she's found herself in. And all the while, she's like "at least he's with me and not like murdering innocent ppl anymore 😬 so like he's got that going for him, right? 😬 He's probably happier, right? 😬" (he is.)

They become close, and she has to search for an ethically okay way to potentially have a relationship with him, aka a way to severe his conditioning lol

OK WOW that's a lot, and nobody will care, but tbh it was very helpful for me to write it all out and try to get more of a summary/plot down.

So thank you!! ily 🥰🫶 I hope you found these ramblings amusing hahaha

[troublesomefox21]

WIPs

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!

(I've been wanting to do something like this for a while but @moxnix-arts tagged me in theirs so I'm finally going to do it so... I'll probably limit this cause my WIP collection is massive. Way too many of these are OC/SIs.)

FMAB:

-You know the 1999 masterpiece The Mummy? Yeah, this is loosely based off of that. RoyEd story where all of the philosopher/humanculi crap happened (mostly?) about 5000 years previously. Ex-military Roy is on an expedition to find Xerxian ruins and surprise-surprise, what's essentially equivalent to Pharoah!Ed is still alive after all this time. They both try to figure out what the hell is going on.

-SI as the Elrics' older sister. You thought barely older brother Edward was bad? Let me introduce you to middle child Ed Elric. This is a pretty angsty story but I really like it. This explores quite a bit of the outer world, especially Creta and Xing. Let me also tell you that if you also have mixed feelings about Izumi Curtis, this may be good because she is pretty freaking rough in this, lol.

Requisite(d) Remittal: This story is already up on AO3 but I'm always down to talk about it. Older Ed who went through the gate solo gets drafted into the Ishvalin War. Slow burn RoyEd story with tons of worldbuilding centered especially around the Ishvalin people, Ishvala and what it means to be redeemed/war crimes.

Naruto: (This is where I limit myself... never mind.)

Overcast: This one is up on AO3 and features a Nara SI/OC who is taken in by Shimura Danzo/Root. She's younger than Naruto's generation but somehow gets to be besties of a sort with Itachi and orchestrates this whole thing where Tsunade and him both come back to the village. I won't give away anything else cause I don't want to spoil it but this is one of my favorites.

Absent and Demised: Another SI that's already up on AO3 with an Uzumaki OC who rather unfortunately survived Uzu's fall. It's rather political with a lot of tension between the Sannin and what would be Minato's generation. It's Orochimaru/OC, which is pretty rare but good if I'm allowed to say that...

-SI (I know, I know!) as Umino Iruka. I honestly don't *love* Iruka as a character so I started this whole thing because I wanted to see if I can even write a story where I like him and lo and behold: this. OC doesn't even teach at the academy, goes into the Hunters Corps so there's a lot of background that adds angst for Naruto's generation. It delves into the slow but sure taking over of Shimura/Ne with the larger shinobi forces. Kakashi/Iruka.

-I have a fricken Pinterest board of this one- but Hatake SI/OC back during the Warring Era centered sometime around/during Konoha's founding. It's a Hatake story so it's gotta be tragic but I have several OC's that I love. I am honestly torn on the pairings so if anyone wants to talk this... I'm torn between Mada/Tobi (with possible OC so triad) or if I wanna do Tobi/Izu (Because Uchiha Izuna lives!!!) and Mada/OC or whatever the hell. Someone talk to me about this.

-OHBOI, this one. Okay (this one should probably get it's own post but whatever). Uchiha Shisui has an older brother! You know what that means? That means that this poor OC/SI is essentially the hope of the Uchiha clan which is unfortunate because if Itachi and Shisui couldn't handle it, what makes them think this OC can? This is massive in Naruto world building, especially in context of Hi no Kuni as a whole. The Daimyo is an actual, fleshed out character in this one. While I can keep going, I'll simplify it into this: Shisui's older brother is close to Minato, Kushina and Obito but they all still die! Character gets into Root somewhat against his will so you get this interesting Senju(Yamato/Tenzou) and Uchiha dynamic with Kakashi never being part of Root for reasons. Blah, blah, blah- insert Mangekyou Sharingan and this OC is half forced into the role of Kage and he gets to decide between what to fight for and knowing that he's probably going to die anyway :) I honestly have, like, 200 pages but I actually want to rewrite it but its sad and amazing. (I am literally BEGGING someone to ask me about this one.)

-Story where Jiraiya has to take the Kage seat since Tsunade absolutely refuses to. Someone has to take over his spy network and it falls to Naruto. Because their trip to look for Tsunade turns into a networking crash course, Naruto isn't there when Sasuke leaves. That mission goes bad to say the least. Fuinjutsu and Uzumaki exploration, along with Kurama making an early entrance.

-I'm also playing around with a gamerfic rn with (shh, another SI/OC) a character who's born in the capital and isn't technically a shinobi but gets dragged into Konoha for reasons.

BNHA:

-Non-quirk story that's ErasureDeku where Aizawa is a detective and Izuku is essentially Spencer Reed and does what he does best.

-Vigilante!Deku post the doctors appointment and decided to lie about having a quirk. It starts as something botanical but grows into a near wiccan type of genuine power because some sort of entity is glad that they're not completely forgotten in the age of quirks. Another Aideku story but Deku is between Bakugou's age and Aizawa's.

-SI as Midoriya Inko's younger sister. There's a ton of backstory with the 'Akatani's' that definitely gives off fanfiction, lol but I like it. OC gets to be an aunt/older sister to Katsuki and Izuku and gets especially close to Mitsuki and Masaru for reasons. Its and Aizawa/OC that's pretty angsty.

-BakuDeku fantasy featuring barbarian!Katsuki and long lost race dragonborn!Izuku. This story is pretty cool and I have a notebook on the entire lore of it, along with language notes and the pantheon. All for One and Shigaraki is still a thing in this. Angsty but cute if you like that fantasy vibe.

Harry Potter:

-SI as Peter Pettigrew featuring military background and history relating to Grindelwald.

-SI as a single mom who moves into Private Drive and adopts Harry (so HP gets a little brother in this, too). Tons of legal/political happenings that has somehow somewhat included enough mythology that it could loosely be called a PJO crossover...

-Harry is reborn as James' younger brother, same age as Regulus. I honestly haven't read *that* many Marauders fics but it's essentially a fix-it with who'd I consider Regs' friends. Pretty angsty and MOD!Harry included cause of course.

-SI as Lily Evans' older brother. This is one of my favorites cause it really builds on the story of the three brothers, exploration of muggleblood culture, child prodigies and what it'd be like growing up poor in Cokeworth. This one is honestly, like, crazy with worldbuilding. It's one of my faves for sure and I'd love to talk about it if anyone is interested, lol.

-Yet another SI but this one features a concept of Fleamont Potter having a younger brother, Charlus, who's the OC's father. The Potters adopt the girl under pretty gritty circumstances. The political background in this is freaking amazing, if I do say so myself. I've fudged the ages quite a bit but it's another Alphard/OC story of mine so she'd never go to Hogwards with James who's to be her younger brother in ever sense. It somehow has turned into an eventually redeemed Tom Riddle and a Dumbledore who is not nearly as good. Another of my favorites.

Other Fandoms:

-I do have a few ideas written out for tiny!Steve Rogers (where the serum didn't work like MCU). One of which is one where Steve's the one who falls from the train and Bucky is the one who freezes with the Tesseract. The other is where Bucky straight up dies in Azzano.

-YOI story where Katsuki Yuri literally breaks VIctor NIkiforovs records in the junior circuit but is only able to mentally handle one sport at a time because his family isn't *great*. He chooses ballet, which eventually gets into dance in general. Gets a scholarship to Julliard. Video of him ice skating (Phichit) gets leaked and RIP his mental state, honestly.

-I do have a couple of PJO stories, one of which includes the premise of an original 'demigod', which is Nyx' daughter (which means that it's more demiprimordial but whatever). Another one features daughter-of-Poseidon who isn't Sally's but has a rough backstory which causes her to go to camp early. Plays around with the idea of Poseidon having a domain over prophecy pre-Apollo and what that'll mean. Imagine prophetic/earthshaker over terrifying water control if you get my drift.

[myaoiboy]

what are ur hcs for the boscelhira dynamic?

These bitches are so deeply unhealthy on every level lmaoooo

I'm super torn on whether Ocelot ever actually directly tells Big Boss that he's attracted to him, purely out of such a fucked up yandere level of hero worship. Especially before the Ground Zeroes incident I think he assumes a) that his feelings go without saying and b) that bibo is indestructible, and GZ is a huge wake up call for him. I have a fic in my wip folder about this exact thing because I'm obsessed with ocelot I am genuinely rotating him in my brain at all times. :3

Meanwhile Kaz is extremely straightforward. I feel like he has some fucked up ideas about masculinity and sexuality early on, but hey, gay people tend to congregate around all the snakes in large numbers, so any internalized homo/biphobia that he might have had has to evaporate pretty quickly. He definitely makes the first move on Bibo, he tries the moves that he uses on (many, many) women, and ends up getting absolutely plowed.

Big Boss, to me, is an autistic aroace king who doesn't really *get* sex and/or romance, but is down to fuck if only because he knows it's something other people put a lot of value on and it feels good, and as an extension of hand-to-hand combat. Because of that sex-as-an-extension-of-combat mindset I feel like he doesn't bottom much if ever (maybe, *MAYBE* if the Boss were into pegging, but lbr she's probably a lil too homophobic for that).

Kaz is cool with that, especially in the early MSF days. It's like having a tiger on a leash. He basically has a supersoldier to fuck him senseless.

I think maybe BB and Ocelot meet quietly on occasion through the MSF days, but if they fuck at all in this time it's mostly just what BB kind of assumes he's supposed to do, from interacting with Kaz. tbh Ocelot gets off from the weirdest shit so anything *real* is just a bonus.

Ocelot is *extremely* jealous of Kaz, not just for the sex, but for even getting to see Bibo on a regular basis. This fic is basically to me what I think their first meeting would/should be like (actually this whole series of fics is so good i recommend it): https://archiveofourown.org/works/37886539

(There's another fic that I looked for very quickly but couldn't find that includes Ocelot saying a line like "I just wanted to see what all the buzz was about" after they fuck, it may also be a part of that series, but I'm struggling rn lol)

Ocelot pretends it's not jealousy and is instead a totally justified dislike. Definitely thinks of him as Zero's slutty lapdog. He spends the time between MGS3/PO (take your pick on canonicity) and GZ keeping tabs on Snake for what he pretends are totally professional, impersonal, non-obsessive reasons. This is not true, obviously. Definitely hopes that Kaz is dead in the devastation.

Goes on an enormous bender between the attack and finding out that Bibo is alive, maybe the only time that he really, truly lets himself completely lose control. Definitely think at least once he gets REAL fucking close to ODing and gets to talk to the Sorrow for a lil bit. Might be how he finds out Snake isn't dead/won't die.

If they haven't at least hooked up anonymously before, Kaz and Ocelot definitely start to in this 9 year gap. Ocelot knows a lot about the human body and does some fancy acupunctury/knife-y stuff to help with the pain from his injuries because, y'know, they're stuck together for now.

Ocelot totally fucks Kaz because he's the person closest to Big Boss left in the world. Ocelot isn't much of a top himself, but he tops Kaz just to figure out what he's used to, using Kaz to build up this mental model of how Big Boss must fuck using the negative space he's left behind.

I genuinely think that up to this point they REALLY could have saved one another. They're one another's perfect foil, they cover one another's weaknesses, Kaz is all rage on his own behalf but doesn't know when to cut ties, Ocelot refuses to grow a single vertebra if it might inconvenience Big Boss.

I do think that Ocelot spent a lot of time at Zanzibarland, and that Kaz intentionally helped time Intrude F014 for a time that Ocelot wouldn't be there, from some lack of desire to kill his...complicated ex lover.

I think Ocelot would absolutely be furious that he wasn't let die with his boss, and intentionally lets Kaz live in 2005 as punishment (I like biblical allusion and so the idea of Kaz living the story of Cain/Pontius Pilate's doorman, cursed to live a wandering life until the second coming of jesus, or in Kaz's situation, the third(?) coming of Big Boss makes me kick my feet and giggle)

Gonna stop for now cause this is getting like. Comedically long for what you asked lol. But I am more than willing to talk about this forever i love them they're my favorite toxic barbies

but genuinely yall thank you, you're making me think about this which means that I can add a little more to the bunch of fics I have half written and scared to finish lmaoooo

[wallbeatjournal]

10 non-canon riverdale concepts, fic ideas or AUs you can't stop thinking about?

OMG anon. i love this question, i love concepts i love riffing but i'm also overwhelmed by it. ten is soooo many!! lemme dig through my gdrive fanfic graveyard for a second...and lemme put this under a cut to save some eyes.

hirarchie plots in my drafts folder:

one of those "i didn't know where else to go..." hero turns up on villain's doorstep after a trauma fics, in which archie seeks out hiram bc he thinks he's more interested in revenge than like. medical assistance or emotional support.

continued vampire AU ft archie getting properly bitten, more veronica triangulation, more shame

s3 juvie arc AU in which hiram actually visits to be so so soooo soso so nasty and sick about it all

kind of a dreamy fairy tale AU where archie is an ex-mermaid with very sharp teeth (but he already traded his voice and fins away to a different witch who skipped town in her volkswagen beetle) and hiram is a warlock and veronica is in kind of a cinderella-rapunzel situation.

a sort of inception<>rivervale fusion in which rivervale is explicitly kind of built around archie's subconscious and he keeps trying and killing and dying over and over in an attempt to create a hiram-free world where his dad might come back. narrator jughead is there trying to pick up the pieces every time archie bails out. hiram might be becoming meta-aware, or it might just be that archie can't imagine him without every advantage

fic where there's a zombie apocalypse on, and hiram has zombie archie locked in the basement at pop's. (archie pov of course)

my long slow serial wip where s5 archie goes with hiram when he's exiled and kind of rehashes teen traumas but (he thinks) without any illusions about what he's doing. reggie is there now so all i do is think about toxic reggie-on-hirarchie dynamics now. it's going medium.

10 is a LONG list anon. i went deep into the abandoned projects file and i'm still short. so. brainstorming some other stuff i think about but haven't actually made any gestures at writing bc it's not ~my brand:

s7 archie/reggie fill-ins idk if this counts as non-canon because it's more of a "missing scenes" type thing, but i really want more s7 boys-supporting-boys soft romance archie/reggie fic filling in the emotional layers and plot gaps and what-next of archie working on the mantle farm, etc

s6 reggie/kevin(/percival) i've been thinking a lot about s6 reggie/kevin(/percival). troubling. troubling! anyway even outside of the dynamics of reggie wanting to rescue kevin from mind control, i keep thinking kevin would be fascinated with reggie's puppet conscience. i think he'd try to adopt it as his own or at least share, he needs one too. i think they could get intensely psychosexual or simply sexual about the whole situation.

sex pollen. traditional sex pollen. riverdale is from one angle a comics fandom, and you can't have a comics fandom without some writer doing the needful and launching fuck-or-die chemicals at some characters sometime. percival's reggie-on-archie stabbing aggression spell already kind of had that vibe, which is probably why i think it should be archie/reggie. but i would also accept kevin/archie with a slightly different tone, kevin/jughead with a VERY different tone, etc etc etc. (and betty/cheryl. idk why them, they're not even my main f4f ship. i just think they'd wear it well.)