#this might be the best thing i've ever written

[queen-of-obsessing]

“He is my friend,” Bilbo said, simply. In his mind, he had no argument greater than that, and Thranduil chuckled at his earnestness. “The dwarven king goes mad and threatens to throw you off a parapet and yet here you stand, calling him ‘friend’.” He leaned back in his seat. “Forgive me if I do not believe you.” “You don’t have to believe me; you need only trust that I know Thorin’s character. He is worthy, he deserves a second chance.”

Chapter Two of my Hobbit fix-it fic has been uploaded!

[violetthistle1]

Sirius actually chuckled a little. “I tried so hard at the beginning of this summer to not fight with you. I was so afraid we were going to fall into old habits, or whatever.”

“That didn’t last long.” Remus smiled.

“No, it didn’t, but do you know what we fight about now? We fight about protecting each other. We fight about keeping each other safe. I am fighting so hard for you and you are fighting so hard for me, and we disagree sometimes about the best way to accomplish both of those things simultaneously, but we still trust each other. I don’t want to fight with you ever again, but I’d gladly fight for you for the rest of my life.”  

“It’s not fair for you to say those kinds of things when I can’t jump you, you know that right?” 

Sirius smiled. “You want to jump me, right now? Harry is just in the other room, you know.”

“Get the fuck over here and kiss me at least.” 

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Dignity be Damned, chapter 32: Back Home, excerpt (6)

Chapters 1-32 are available on Ao3 now!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50555698/chapters/133112770

[astrid-beck]

Anyways do you guys want to read the paper about critical role fanfiction that I just turned in as part of my real undergraduate degree

[hangsawoman]

small update. i'm at 800 words

going to write a nelltheo BY SHIRLEY JACKSON fic haaaa

[stevieraebarnes]

Game: 10 first lines challenge

Thank you to @redbirdandbluebird23 for the tag, I loved reading your sentences 💕

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

No Brakes This Time, I Slit the Line: The premise is simple.

Analytic Propositions: One minute it was a Blüdhaven crime scene, a dark alleyway and a dark figure: light on his feet with the tell-tale shock of blue across his chest.

With These Ropes I Tied, Can We Do No Wrong: It is a single thought, of all things, that will lead to crashing chaos and lives upheaved.

Solomon's Paradox: He stood against the threshold of the kitchen — not in, but not out — unsure of his territory and where he was allowed, where he was wanted.

Moving In Stereo: He leaves, and leaves, and leaves.

Precision & Finesse: He took the mound like every other time, him alone on the altar to command the presence of those in the seats.

From the Past Until Completion: The apartment is dim and empty, a single light from the bathroom illuminating the solitary bedroom: one bed—haphazardly made, one dresser with no curios, one nightstand with a small pile of books swathed in dust.

Open Up Your Window: The streets bend in supplication as he prowls—a rhythmic hark! to the beat of his steps—chiming from the contents of his pockets which include three keys on steel ring, a work visa for Australia, a knife of surgical-steel, thin corded rope, a phone, spirit glue, a domino.

Hyperobjects: You stare out the airlock, at the vast, black velvet nothing.

The Still and Quiet Surface: He takes his first shaky steps on the rocky beach.

The pattern I'm getting here is that I like to establish a POV with a specific character by immediately describing the environment they're in. Huh. You know what? Yeah, I dig it 😂

Tagging: @justtoarguewithyou, @setsailslash, @bitterleafs, @solomonara, and @markcat and you, lovely friends who see this.

[fearandhatred]

thank u so much to my beloveds @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @seven-stars-in-his-palm for tagging me, kissing u both for this omg <3 i'm doing two of each because i can

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

transitional heart taxidermy [5986 words, wip]

They fit so perfectly together, the both of them, always. Not side by side like pieces of a puzzle, no, but like molten lava over sand; one over the other, one mellowing the other, changing its chemistry into something different, stronger, useful. The kiss tastes of Aziraphale, of copper and saliva and something holy. It's a taste he'll come to get used to, bloodied and bruised, a taste he chases after as the angel pulls back.

and one from an unpublished chapter:

It's been a day, two, maybe three. His hands are stained with blood and phantom glass, reeking of alcohol and rot palpable enough to taste. Aziraphale doesn't come for him, and he feels relief but also a pain so deep it's paralysing. It's a revelation in itself.

blood in my eyes [1953 words]

This is the first time in years he has stepped foot back into this place. It's a spontaneous decision, driven by a mellow melancholy and a soft wistful night. Muriel isn't in, so the bookshop is dark, and the streetlights cast an eerie, lonely glow on the ancient hardbacks. The rearing statue that once held his glasses every other day is coated in a thin layer of dust; he leaves them on.

Crowley wipes away a tear from Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. It leaves a bright red streak. After, hours pass by before Aziraphale washes the blood from his face, imprinted in the vague shape of Crowley's hand. In those hours, when he sits in the quiet of a bookshop once again burned to ash, the blood stays there as a reminder, maybe, or as punishment.

sub-consequence [11567 words, wip] — six of crows

He wants to say everything he could possibly say to persuade Kaz to change his mind, because if he says everything in the world, strings together every word in every possible combination, there has to be at least one thing that would convince him to stay.

Sometimes Inej thinks Kaz cares about himself less than he cares about getting what he wants. It feels sometimes as if he's completely detached from himself, his own person becoming just another means to an end. People would scream at her that this isn't selflessness. It's ruthlessness, or psychopathy, or numbness. That's how the name Dirtyhands came about, after all. The willingness to do anything no matter the cost. To get his hands dirty with blood, be it others' or his own. But what is selflessness, really? A lack of selfishness, or a loss of self?

to sleep, perchance to dream [662 words] — the sandman

God, Calliope. His heart, face of cloud fields and white lily springs, a hope so blinding in contrast to his shadowed being that he had known from the start the hands of The Fates would pull them apart to opposite poles.

His lifetime of constraint allowed him to face the knowledge that any selfish will to see her in the wake of remembering all he had forsaken, all that had been ripped from him, would seal the vestibules to acceptance and he would beg with no dignity to stay by her side. And his heart burned, scorched unpleasantly at her parting words, just as the skin she touched and had once touched long after she was twice gone.

tagging those whose words i'd love to see (no pressure!!): @actual-changeling @sentientsky @irispurpurea @springofviolets @demonsandpieohmy

[loki-wants-an-army]

spn and pjo might actually work as a crossover- a brief essay

Percy Jackson and Supernatural would actually make a decent crossover- both having that early 2000s, road trip Americana vibe mixed with myths and monsters of the week. Dean and Sam would freak the hell out. Percy and Annabeth would be sassy and suspicious as shit.

Annabeth wouldn't know about them, having spent most of her life on the run and then sequestered at camp, but it's entirely possible Percy or maybe even Grover might've seen Dean and Sam's mugshots somewhere or something. Percy can't be too quick to judge based on that alone considering his own dodgy record, but still it does warrant concern.

Imagine- from the Winchesters' end it sounds like there's weirdly consistent descriptions tied to rumors of kids disappearing or involved in almost inexplicable altercations. From the kids' perspective it's running into weird guys who seem to be a little too aware of the things most people ignore with the mist, while they're on an important quest away from camp.

They could bump into each other a few different times on the road before either one group finally decides to confront the other, or they end up in the same battle. Maybe the brothers save them in a fight, maybe it's the other way around and the kids (especially Annabeth) end up doing the rescuing instead. I don't know, it could be interesting and funny both ways. Let's just say they take turns.

Or alternatively, maybe the halfbloods just happen to pull up to some random town diner or motel, near flat broke and at least a little bloody, running from a monster the Winchesters also happen to be tracking, or vice-versa you could have the brothers arrive somewhere chasing a monster the kids happen to already be running from, and the conversation starts from there, with Sam leading with a few careful questions.

Naturally, when he realizes they're the direct target of the attacks and that it'll probably continue that way if not get worse, Dean frets over them even more, because he's a good guy like that, and then he accidentally ends up semi-adopting the gang, or at the very least reluctantly cross-country taxi driving this group of insanely powerful but scary young demigods (and a satyr)- who apparently have superpowers and their own magic weapons made of a special monster-killing celestial bronze- he should see about adding that to the arsenal- while Sam asks all kinds of questions about Greek monsters and the gods, updating and expanding on his notes, initial enthusiasm quickly tempered by increasing alarm.

They can also bond by angsting over shitty parents, hell knows Dean would immediately cave and take them all under his wing for that alone.

I think it could be an interesting parallel between the hunters and the hunted. Both tormented by monsters and unable/unwilling to give up the fight, and in Sam's case he could also relate to the whole "being haunted by visions" thing. I also imagine Percy and Annabeth's flaws of unwavering loyalty and pride respectively might make an interesting match with the themes of Supernatural. Plus I'm a sucker for found family tropes that follow their own unique dynamics and don't try to just mirror a weird, idealized, suburban nuclear family unit.

edit: Oh! Also Dean hates airplanes and Percy can't do flying because of the whole Zeus wanting to kill him thing

[anitalianfrie]

sento il cuore a mille (girl!bezzetti au)

italiano

vestiti da uomo

ossa da uccellino

quelle robe lì

toccati le palle

english

vestiti da uomo

ossa da uccellino

quelle robe lì

toccati le palle

[velidewrites]

A messy breakup forces 20 year old Feyre Archeron back to her old hometown of Forks, Washington—back to the life she thought she'd left behind. What she doesn't know, though, is that Forks has changed in her absence, its blue-tinted fog stained by fresh, crimson blood. Luckily, Feyre is ready to join the hunt.

🩸Pairing: Feyre x Rhysand

🩸Rating: Explicit

🩸Tags: Twilight AU

Chapter 2/5 || Read on AO3

Or continue for a snippet below!

***

This time, Feyre is prepared.

She feels him before he even speaks—feels the magnetic pull of his presence, as if his very soul is calling out her name. She feels the soft claws, prodding at the gates of her mind, and she no longer has any doubt they belong to him.

“I had no idea you were such a hard-working student,” Rhysand teases behind her.

She doesn’t turn to face him—she knows he’ll join her side whether she asks for it or not. “You’re back,” she simply observes.

“My family and I went on a brief vacation,” he explains, and sure enough, she feels him slide into the seat beside her. The movement is quiet, almost silent despite the heavy fabric of his jeans scratching the polished wood. Still, the library seems entirely empty of any sound. Not exactly a good cover for the conversation she’s planning to confront him with.

“It’s not very common to go away just before midterms,” Feyre tells him, hating to admit that she’s stalling.

Rhysand’s smile is positively feline beside her. “Well, maybe I’m an excellent student, too.”

Or maybe, Feyre thinks, fingertips brushing over the old book before her, you’ve already gone over this course dozens of times. Hundreds, even.

She finally looks up—looks at his youthful, handsome face.

How old are you?

Rhysand actually shifts in his seat under her scrutiny. “Are you okay?” he asks, brows knitting together, as if struggling to concentrate. “I can never tell what you’re thinking.”

Feyre angles her head an inch. “Well, how could you?”

Rhysand clears his throat. “You’d be surprised how easy some people are to read. But not you.” He looks into her eyes. “No matter how hard I try.”

Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added/removed, I’m basing it off the announcement post 💕): @azrielshadowssing @damedechance @melting-houses-of-gold @rosanna-writer @itsthedoodle @reverie-tales @sanfangirl @separatist-apologist @asnowfern @thelovelymadone @foundress0fnothing @thesistersarcheron @wilde-knight @popjunkie42-blog @areyoudreaminof @fieldofdaisiies

[sparklyslug]

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[shardminds]

still alive i promise!!! wip wednesday time :)

Lucien pushed the sheet of her hair behind her ear but Feyre couldn’t look at him, couldn’t lift her eyes from the milky skin where her tattoo should be, couldn’t help but tense against the urge to curl her palms to fists. “Despite the performance with Hyburn, you’re still mated, aren’t you."

Not a question.

[novelconcepts]

i don't make resolutions, but if i did

it would be to finish this fic

(and to be kind to myself for however long it takes to actually do so)

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Sometimes I remember that I really sat down and wrote a long fic thats just a trobed saw au. like what do you mean I wrote that

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[madanimalscientist]

Chapter 3 of 'Until You Give Yourself To Him' is in progress and I'm making good progress but it's 6500 words and counting ....Chapters 1 and 2 combined are 8.8k words but honestly chapter 3 is probably going to be at least that long given how things are going XD

Chapter 1: character study

Chapter 2: even longer character study

Chapter 3: character study but also PORN but also 'two possessive attention whores try to out-seduce each other'

[marigoldbaker]

“Jenny, what do you know about this town?”

An Englishman who needed to stay in Sunnydale. Who moved here around the same time you did, just before what should have been the Harvest but wasn’t. Who doesn’t like his job, but married you so that he could keep it, and thanked you for the marriage like lives depended on it.

He does have a secret, Jenny realized. Her stomach turned over.

“Jenny?”

“What if I don’t want to know anything about it?” said Jenny.

agonized for nearly an hour over posting this chapter :) i like my little soft fun silly fic but it is also a celia fic which apparently means: heart-wrenching angst.

i'm hoping to write the next chapter tomorrow, if i can, but rest assured there will not be a long wait! worth noting that we are very much in the home stretch.