#wip: wicked seven

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[lousypotatoes]

WIPS

"We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"

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Put Your Head On Shoulder - Vox x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

A Thousand Years - Adam x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Cowboy Love - Striker x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Your Love Is My Drug - Blitzo x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Angel Baby Brick x Reader (Total Drama)

The Night We Met - Noah x Reader (Total Drama)

Shameless - Alejandro Burromuerto x Reader (Total Drama)

Golden Hour - Tenya Iida x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Izuku Midoriya x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Somewhere Only We Know - Shoto Todoroki x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Still Into You - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Can't Sleep Love - Ejirou Kirishima x Reader (My Hero Academia)

I Was Made For Loving You - Eddie Munson x Reader (Stranger Things)

Dark Red - Phillip Gallagher x Reader (Shameless)

Girls In Bikinis - Leon Kuwata x Reader (Danganronpa)

We Fell In Love In October - Mondo Owada x Reader (Danganronpa)

Teenage Dream - Kiyotake Ishimaru x Reader (Danganronpa)

I Don't Know How To Love - Byakuya Togami x Reader (Danganronpa)

Do You Want To Die Together? - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader (Danganronpa)

House Of Memories - Gundham Tanaka x Reader (Danganronpa)

She's Kinda Hot - Kazuichi Soda x Reader (Danganronpa)

Can't Remember To Forget You - Rantaro Amami x Reader (Danganronpa)

My Strange Addiction - Korekiyo Shinguji x Reader (Danganronpa)

Favorite Liar - Kokichi Ouma x Reader (Danganronpa)

Two Of A Kind - Kaito Momota x Reader (Danganronpa)

Time After Time - Wally Clark x Reader (School Spirits)

Wish You Were Sober - Zach Dempsey x Reader (Thirteen Reasons Why)

Till Forever Falls Apart - Killian Jones x Reader (Once Upon A Time)

Back To Black - Dean Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

I Like The Way You Kiss Me - Noah Puckerman x Reader (Glee)

Lay All Your Love On Me - Joey Tribbiani x Reader (FRIENDS)

As The World Caves In - Jasper Cullen x Reader (Twilight)

Wicked Games - Peter Hayes x Reader (Divergent)

Say Yes To Heaven - Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)

Let's Fall In Love For The Night - George Weasley x Reader (Harry Potter)

Slow Dancing In The Dark - Draco Malfoy x Reader (Harry Potter)

Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Steve Harrington x Reader (Stranger Things)

Just The Two Of Us - Harry Potter x Reader (Harry Potter)

Out Of My League - Ron Weasley x Reader (Harry Potter)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Chandler Bing x Reader (FRIENDS)

Sunflower - Matt Taylor x Reader (Until Dawn)

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Chris Hartley x Reader (Until Dawn)

Honeypie - Mike Munroe x Reader (Until Dawn)

I Wouldn't Mind - Nick Furcillo x Reader (The Quarry)

Diamond Eyes - Ryan Erzahler x Reader (The Quarry)

How Did You Get So Good - Dylan Lenivy x Reader (The Quarry)

Take A Chance On Me - Jacob Custos x Reader (The Quarry)

Sweet Creature - Jacob Black x Reader (Twilight)

Cinnamon Girl - Finnick Odair x Reader (Hunger Games)

Heaven Can Wait - Sam Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

Glad You Came - Sam Evans x Reader (Glee)

Weight Of The World - Cho Sang Woo x Reader (Squid Game)

Falling Like The Stars - Hwang Jun-Ho x Reader (Squid Game)

Disease - Hwang In-Ho x Reader (Squid Game)

Rises The Moon - Kang Dae-ho (Squid Game)

Cool With You - Hanta Sero (My Hero Academia)

Level Of Concern - Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia)

Strawberries And Cigarettes - Neito Monoma (My Hero Academia)

Butterflies - Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

Sleep On The Floor - Dabi (My Hero Academia)

Seven Minutes In Heaven - Nam-gyu (Squid Game)

Someone You Like - Denki Kamanari (My Hero Academia)

Skyfall - Ryohei Arisu (Alice In Bordeland)

Flawless - Shuntaro Chishiya (Alice In Borderland)

Pillowtalk - Eric Coulter (Divergent)

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"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna bash your brains in."

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yes, i know there are so many, but once i get ideas, i write them down, or in this case, type them out.

I GRADUATED GUYS OMG

never thought i would get this far tbh

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[firenati0n]

2024 writing round up!

thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @alasse9 :) <3

i posted 19 fics this year (whoa) ranging from 932 words to 54,284 words. wild! all were for RWRB! yay firstprince! :)

JANUARY

too scared to post shit after writing worm fic in december

FEBRUARY

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat (T, 5k) henry needs to make something for alex's friendsgiving and comes across a thirst trapping headless food tiktoker. i wonder who it could be. deranged tiktok comments, friends to lovers

people ruin people, i don't wanna ruin you (M, WIP, 6.8k, 4/9 chapters) - this was posted anonymously until august) alex is a washed up singer, henry is his new pet project. and maybe something more. musician firstprince, v loose a star is born x greek mythology au, icarus!alex, collaborators to lovers

MARCH

each time we touch / i wanna take too much (M, 1.3k) alex puts his fingers in henry's mouth. mhm yep that's it.

keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface  (M, 1.4k) alex is so in love he could die. puts his mouth on other places. prose-y loverboy alex.

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless (T, 5.4k) alex and henry are costars, henry offers to help alex with intimacy research. actor au, kissing for practice leads to kissing for real, inspired by ryan gosling and rachel mcadams at the 2005 mtv movie awards, costars to lovers

who truly stuck the knife in first (M, 3.7k) alex and henry are spy partners. a mission goes sideways and they fight and fuck about it. sexually charged wrestling, partners to lovers

APRIL

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life (T, 9999 words) angel!henry watches over lawyer!alex invisibly until one day alex sees him. now what? loose city of angels au, pining yearning longing galore, wee bit of angst with a happy ending, introspection

MAY

who would've thought that a guy like henry would double as a superstar?  (T, 6.4k) hannah montana au, crack treated seriously, henry is hannah montana and alex works at a ranch. a hot damn mess.

JUNE

busy writing and posting proposal au! :)

JULY

the full spectrum of human emotion (M, 54k) editor!henry gets assistant!alex to marry him to avoid deportation. but wait! alex hates henry! oops. the proposal (2009) au, marriage of convenience, fake dating, romantic comedy, banter and big feelings

AUGUST

you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be (T, 7.7k) angel!henry sequel, henry learning what it means to be human, very tender and full of musings on humanity and love and the little things in life

the leaves of a silver maple (assorted, 13k) collection of short standalone prompt fics for my fic fest (some of my favorite fics ever exist in this collection and they're so buried jfalksjlf)

prompt one - wicked E | 2.6k | au, sims family, fluff laced with a little crack. as a treat. henry finds something rather...wicked on alex's laptop. prompt two - sweaters T | 1k | canon-verse, fluffy, sweet, sharing clothes alex steals henry's sweater, and henry gets back at him. prompt three -  magic T | 5.2k | kiki's delivery service (studio ghibli, 1989) au, magic au, high school au, warlock!henry, baker!alex, sweet, tender, emotional, found family a tender little exploration of love, purpose, healing, and a warlock!henry finding baker!alex.  prompt four -  comfort T | 2.6k | roommate au, sickfic, hurt/comfort, taking care of each other, mutual pining, fluff, domesticity, pride & prejudice (2005) refs, first kiss, getting together three times henry took care of alex and one time alex took care of henry. prompt five - wicked once more M | 500 words | au, sims family, cracky fluff, accidental sims mpreg alex is being a menace once again in The Sims. prompt six - apron M | 200 words | au, silly, apron shenanigans henry is wearing an apron. and nothing else.  prompt seven - goodbye T | 200 words | the good place au, bittersweet alex and henry say goodbye. prompt eight - father T | 300 words | post-canon, a tinge of grief, hope henry reflects on grief.

SEPTEMBER

i like the way you blush / i like the way you bite (M, 932) henry puts his fingers in alex's mouth

OCTOBER

flip the switch and let the cauldron bubble (T, 2.7k) kiki's delivery service au sequel, warlock!henry and baker!alex and the many potions that heal them

about to bust-elo (M, 2k) alex tries Café Bustelo Instant Espresso and has a hell of a day. inspired by my fuckass coffee habits.

feeling your heart beating, wondering what you're dreaming (M, 5.7k) five times childhood best friends alex and henry share a bed platonically, and the one time (of many) they do as something more, childhood friends to lovers, one bed, pining, fluffy and tender

from all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone (G, 1.4k) alex has a long day and a terrible headache, and henry comforts him

NOVEMBER

brain break

DECEMBER

london's so nice, back in your seamless rhymes (T, 7.4k) alex and henry fall in love—five days a week, four bus routes, three pseudo-dates, two holiday markets, and one red scarf of fate later. strangers to friends to lovers, meet-cute, london buses, fluffy and fun

if the city never sleeps, then that makes three (T, 1.4k) london bus meet-cute universe part 2. alex and henry have a movie night and learn some things about each other and the people they thirst over

i looked into your eyes, got such a great surprise (M, 1.6k) london bus meet-cute universe part 3. alex and henry go on a walk and do some reflecting on love and happiness. fluffy and funny and sweet.

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and that's a wrap! what a year! so grateful for everyone who read and commented and subscribed and engaged...it means so much to me. i have really leaned on this community while navigating rough waters, and deeply love all the friends and connections i have made. sending everyone a lot of love!

xoxo roop

open tag and a few under the cut :)

@ninzied @myheartalivewrites @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells @clottedcreamfudge

@anchoredarchangel @dumbpeachjuice @smc-27 @cricketnationrise @everwitch-magiks

@orchidscript @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @run-for-chamo-miles @onward--upward @eusuntgratie

@bigassbowlingballhead @leaves-of-laurelin @porcelainmortal @getmehighonmagic @blueeyedgrlwrites

@suseagull5914 @judasofsuburbia @seths-rogens @caterpills @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

@onthewaytosomewhere @indestructibleheart @sophie1973 @fairflowered @incalamity

@smugvillanelle @anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @itsmaybitheway @whimsymanaged

@miss-minnelli @zwiazdziarka @sherryvalli @msmarvelouswinchester @thesleepyskipper

@thedramasummer @priincebutt @14carrotghoul @kj-bee @welcometololaland

@miharaikko @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super lovely @prosperdemeter2 @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @cal-daisies-and-briars @buddierights @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @try-set-me-on-fire and @rogerzsteven Thank so much! Go check out all their snippets and works!

Well would ya'll look at that... I'm actually participating in a tag day with an actual wip and not a coda. Whoa. And even better... Its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! Want to see more NFL Buck? Please check it all out here!

"So." Karen begins, pulling Hen's attention from the book she's been trying to read for the past week. She quirks an eyebrow at her wife, "So?" "So my boss's son's, partner broke their leg Tuesday after tripping over their 15 year old terrier." Karen explains and Hen can't help but look back towards where Paisley is lounging on the arm chair (Hen's favorite seat that she has lost to that sassy fur ball) with worry. Her wife chuckles reading Hen's internal concern, "Babe, Paisley is as pure bred as they come. We'll be lucky if she makes it to 10." "That pure bred survived an earthquake and a collapsed building. I wouldn't put it past her to make it way past 10 out of spite alone.” Hen remarks, turning back to Karen. Karen rolls her eyes, but gets back on topic, "Anyway. Harris, that's the partner, got their hands on some passes to that super exclusive gay club, The Green Carnation for this Friday." "You mean the place that runs a background check rivaling the FBI, makes every patron sign NDA's, and will blacklist a person from every gay bar from here to Vegas if they break said NDA? The place that is rumored to host not only out celebrities, but also the deeply closeted, tilt the world on it's axis if they ever came out, big names? That gay club?" Hen questions, her excitement starting to rise. Her very sexy and somehow very connected wife smirks, "The very one. And poor Harris just can't fathom trying to hop around on one leg and not drink thanks to their newly acquired pain meds. So they had their partner-" "Your boss's son." Hen remembers, leaning towards Karen, who instinctually gets closer as well. "Karson, with a K, starts to asks around his dads work because you know, we're literal rocket scientist working on very classified information." "Who better to invite to a secret club than those who work on secret projects." "Exactly." Karen's smirk becomes wicked (and very sinful), "And wouldn't you know, the only non-straight and married person around is yours truly." Hen honest to go squeals, loud and bubbling with elation, "You got us passes to The Green Carnation?!" "With a pre-paid drink package. All we have to do is agree to the background check and sign the NDA." Karen replies with a broad grin. Hen can no longer hold herself back and practically tackles her wife with a teeth clattering kiss. Karen, as always, catches her and kisses back 110%. ("So, my 48 off falls on the weekend." Eddie states and he takes notice of Buck's sly grin forming, his boyfriend most likely on the same train of thought, "And since it's still your bye week..." "You want to dance the night away with other secret gays." Evan finishes. Eddie smirks, "And get a private room blow job." The quarterback's smile is almost feral like, "I'll make the reservation." And Eddie watches Buck tap on the contact Florists with the green clover next to it. The phone rings twice before a deep voice comes through the speaker, "State your member id." "Buckley, 201-09-18." "Diaz, 201-09-19." A quick moment of silence, then, "What can The Green Carnation do for you today Mr. Buckley and Mr. Diaz?")

Hmm... Is a certain run in going to happen???? We'll see!!! Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @evanbegins @buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @eddiiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @thebloomingheather @bigfootsmom

[ladyfauxhawk]

WIP tag game

I was tagged by the amazing @applysome and @glorious-blackout several days ago to share the first lines of some WIPs...and I'm just getting to it now. But I can't resist sharing, even if I'm late to the party.

Also, I locked down my fics on ao3 this week. I hated to do it, but I also hate that tech bros are scraping it for feeding AI. Fanfic is a conversation, not a product, and I hate the idea that others are trying to profit from what we do for free. So if you can't read one of these, please get an account.

Two Visits to the Paradiso: (on ao3, very much in-progress)

The air brakes on the bus hiss as Alex is jolted from his nap. Grumbling, he rolls over, rubbing his face on the pillow in his curtained bunk. Miles is laying there next to him, arm still encircling his waist. A puff of hot breath triggers goosebumps at his nape.

A Paris Affair: (on ao3, this is my own original character and Jarvis Cocker. It's mostly a romance)

It was my first real party after moving to Paris, and I needed to get my mind right. I’d come over from New York to begin research for my PhD. As I applied my makeup in the tiny flat bathroom, I couldn’t help but wonder if my decision to study cultural diplomacy was as sound as I thought it was. I wanted to dazzle and make friends and feel alive tonight. Thinking about how to present my research project and why I would be a cool Américaine friend should have excited me more. My project dug into the cross cultural influences between American popular music and French culture after the second world war. Three years ago I started at NYU. I thought this project was a perfect mix of being hire-able and a desired colleague. I filled my head with fantasies of  tenure track positions at research centers in major metropolitan areas. On the side, I could write longform articles for the New Yorker. Maybe I could even be a guest essayist in museum publications? At LEAST it would be a fun opportunity to talk about Johnny Halliday and Elvis at dinner parties. 

Untitled Mr. Snarl and His Companions fic: (this one's on the back burner, but it's gonna be filthyyy)

It's 6pm and Alex and Miles are sitting in the back of the artists' section of the VIP tent. The Monkeys are eating dinner but Alex isn't hungry after having two massive ice creams. It's peak summer festival season and they're in another generic backstage area in what would otherwise be a quiet park. It's hot. Unusually so. It's so hot that Alex peels off his leather jacket and drapes it over the high back of the barstool he's perched on. He used to hate these tall stools for making him feel small. His legs always dangle like a child's. But today, the feeling fits. He is small. And his favorite giant is playing with Queens of the Stone Age at seven. And his favorite person is currently shielding them any from prying eyes in the tent. It gives him an idea.  A wicked little idea.

Untitled Milex wedding fic: (A PG sappy wedding thing, from me? Yes, because I want to write their mums and their friends. Then I want to write a very romantic X-rated fic where they go to Black Box on their honeymoon and make TLSP3)

It’s been twenty years since they met, and the question was still asked. Their responses were a laugh, a joke, a quick line to respond to anyone in their little circle of friends and loved ones when the question was raised: When are you going to make an honest man of him? from aunties at Christmas suppers. It even came from their bandmates’ children occasionally on birthdays. Are you and Miles married like mum and dad? tugging on their trousers to ask with eyes wide.

“Well I reckon if he’s not sick of me, we may tie the knot when we retire,” Alex would say with a smirk.

Or Miles might respond, “If I’m still pretty enough for him, maybe Al will take me when we’re forty.”

The favourite response was some variant on, “I’m a romantic. It’ll be the twenty year anniversary of meeting this lad and not a day before.” The words of their response changed but the disappointed questioners knew what to expect. A smile. A polite delay. If they were lucky, they’d see the lads give each other a hand squeeze or kiss on the cheek. It was well-known that they weren’t settling down. They were rockstars. Very private rockstars, at that. A wedding? With creeping press and guests and gifts? Bloody unlikely.

But one fine, cold Saturday, as they enjoyed a lie-in between Miles’ never-ending tour schedule, all that changed.

Untitled historical queer romance in progress: (be gentle, this is my heart)

As the gray March sunlight streamed into the upper studio, David pulled the threadbare silk banyan tighter around his torso. The faded saffron damask, like everything in the studio, was property of the academy. As he raised his arm into the pool of sunlight streaming through the sooty window, he smirked. The grey afternoon light went straight through the cloth. But it had a faded beauty, like so much of the art world he’d immersed himself in. The room was somehow colder than it had been this morning. He surveyed this term’s group of artists. In his experience, these life-drawing classes were a mixed bunch, ranging from rich boys with time and money to spare to old perverts to the rare journeyman portraitist, sharpening his skills and padding his reputation with the name of the academy. They neatly fell into a familiar pattern. The old eyed him hungrily, as if eager to assess his flesh. The journeymen, a casual nod or perhaps even a direct smile or invite to pose in private. The youngest and shyest? Those sweet lads averted their eyes when their gazes met. That lot could make his heart skip a beat. Well, at least the shy ones. Maybe they just deemed him unworthy of recognition, like every other man beneath their class. Best not to dwell on it too much. He could pick the direction he faced when he posed, so it was no matter. He could turn away from the ones that made his blood boil.

Anyway, sorry for the delay, and thanks for thinking of me! If anyone actually wants to read these, I'm curious about what you'd like to see. My asks box is open.

And if wants to participate in a tag game and share, consider yourself tagged!

[elodiah]

Seven Sentence Sunday

No rest for the wicked! Or for the possessed fic writer, whatever. Just dropped fic #2 out of 25 for Bad Things Happen Bingo, and now I’m moving on with a handful of other WIPs for the same project. Today we have a little bit of exposition for a sick!Mobius ficlet (probably ficlet, IDK yet), and this one is set in the same universe as what @thosegayoldmen and I affectionately call “Sickly Bitch Loki”, as featured in In Sickness and in… Health? and Always Read the Label. This one will be more serious h/c though, rather than pure silliness.

At first Loki basked in the novelty that, for a change, it wasn’t him having to reach for the box of tissues on Mobius’ desk every few minutes. Then it dawned on him that he was very likely to blame for Mobius getting sick, abruptly transposing the smugness to remorse.

Loki had, as intended, picked up a virus from a town gripped by an epidemic on a planet they had recently visited. It started out as razor blades in his throat, accompanied later in the day by sniffles, then topped off with a brutal fever and chills that began after several further hours. Loki had hidden it masterfully, however, so as to be included in the mission the following day, instead of being forced to stay at the TVA to get better. He was absolutely fed up with being unwell, and badly needed a break, so he lumbered onto the timeline with an unusually oblivious Mobius and sneakily healed himself… guilt over the deception now inevitably plaguing him instead.

Because at the time, Mobius had no idea that Loki had been contagious with anything — although he really should know better by now, Loki thought bitterly — and so he hadn’t taken any of his usual precautions to assist in infection control.

Ah, Hel.

Tagging @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @in-my-loki-feels , @thosegayoldmen , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @mirilyawrites , @silentxsymphony , @andthekitchensinkao3 , @impulsemuppet

[erikraven]

Get to know your mutuals!

Tagged by @serpercival!

what’s the origin of your blog title? I am, in fact, the bird. Caw.

otp(s) + shipname(s): Within MASH, Hawkahy. I absolutely adore the dynamic I’ve found for them, which I like to call heaven and earth: Francis, taught to stay separate from the world and work within it while staying pure, and Hawkeye, who is incredibly bound to the earth, humanity, life and death. A large-scale example is in The Haunted 4077th, but I’m working on a shorter, more concise poetic piece called “of the flesh”, focused on all the meanings of the word carnal.

Favorite color: blue!

Song stuck in your head: I’ve listened to the entire Interdimensional Act III album by Seven about five times and it’s only been out for three days. My favorite from it is probably “Last Signal From The Collider”. Seven and Crywolf are good writing music for the kind of introspective, metaphysical writing I’ve been doing lately.

Weirdest habit/trait: I trill, hum, purr, and chirp as a substantial part of my verbal language when I’m around people that understand what the sounds mean.

Hobbies: writing, Minecraft, video editing, photobashing. Creative work, mostly.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Data entry/records management. My brain puts everything into little boxes. My fanfic collection on Calibre has twelve custom columns.

Something you’re good at: Writing very visceral, sensory-heavy scenes. One of my wips has a scene of a spinal tap and my partner couldn’t finish reading in one shot.

Something you hate: Noise, eye contact, finger paints.

Something you collect: Fanfic, music. I used to collect web series, but then my laptop got stolen with five terabytes of data on external drives, and that kind of killed my interest in doing it. Still get twitchy whenever I see those “this video will be deleted in 24 hours” gimmicks.

Something you forget: I have no sense of time whatsoever. If I do not have a clock in front of me, time does not exist. (Except on very small scales, in which case I can tell if audio is one frame out of sync with video.)

What’s your love language? I genuinely don’t know, I don’t do ‘love’ stuff all that often. Spending time together?

Favorite movie/show: John Wick (any of em) and either MASH or Battlestar Galactica

Favorite food: salmon! Fry it til the skin crackles, singe the meat side, spritz with a little lemon juice, and eat.

Favorite animal: Birds! Birds, birds, birds. Special interest, hyperfixation, past life, whatever you wanna call it. My original species is part bird, and the avian side carries substantial traits into the human side. Learning about new species of birds fuels the OC factory.

What were you like as a child: Did not have a childhood. Have no awareness of myself ever being under the age of 14.

Favorite subject at school: Math! Especially geometry. Let me rotate the shapes in my head.

Least favorite subject: History.

What’s your best character trait? Creativity

What’s your worst character trait? Lack of strong sense of self. I have never formed an independent opinion in my life.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would like to stop living in a car.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? If I can talk to them and try to change how things went, my uncle (check out Napalm Sticks To Kids if you’re wondering why). If it’s just an interaction in a vacuum… hmm, I dunno. I’d like to talk to CS Lewis about his whole “the male sex is something given masculine gender, gender is more real than sex” thing.

Tagging @tuttle-did-it @quordleona03 @awholehoststan @nootnzoot cause apparently I only have four mutuals lol

[bittersweetarts]

Fanfic Recommendations ✴ by bittersweetarts (Volume I)

Fandoms: Harry Potter (Books), House of the Dragon (TV), The Bear (TV), Criminal Minds (TV)

As much as I like writing fanfiction, I love reading it even more! I enjoy a beautifully-written story as much as anyone does, and recommend the following for those looking for a wonderful read that will make you feel like you're in another world –

dirty old town – Regulus Black x OC

Author: WizardGod

Status: Complete - AO3 Page

One of my favourite stories that I have ever read.

Set during the Marauders Era, the plot follows a young woman named Finn Lynch, who lives a reserved life in rural Ireland, until her uncle, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, asks her temporarily house a war defector from a Wizarding World she is not part of.

Word Count: 286,984

Tropes: Slow Burn, Mild Enemies-to-Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family

Thy Wicked Torment – Fred Weasley x OC

Author: this_pendent_world

Status: Complete - AO3 Page

You know it's a good fanfic when the writing actually makes you feel like you're in Hogwarts, and this story is impeccable!

Set during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the story follows a young Slytherin named Evangeline Parkinson Rothchild, and the trouble she ends up finding herself in as she becomes involved with Fred Weasley, Gryffindor's resident troublemaker.

Word Count: 218,347

Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Found Family

Where the Gold Meets the Green – Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author: vhagarapologist

Status: WIP - AO3 Page

Well-written House of the Dragon fanfiction with romance, political intrigue and minimal Targ-cest?? Say less. This is a fairly recent-read and is still being regularly updated, but I am really enjoying it and look forward to reading new chapters when they come out.

The story follows Leona Lannister, the only surviving child of Tyland Lannister, during the Dance of the Dragons, as she navigates life in King's Landing and catches the eye of two Targaryen princes.

Current Word Count: 67,148

Tropes: Slow Burn, Enemies-to-Lovers, Angst, Toxic Relationship

The Fool and the Dragon – Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author: prince_aemond_targaryen / @prince-aemond-targaryen

Status: WIP (Almost Complete) - AO3 Page

The first Aemond Targaryen story that I adored (written before the episodes with him as an adult aired) - back when Season 1 was airing, I would re-read the chapters between the weekly episode premieres to tide me over; it's just that good.

Faune Follard, the valued lady-in-waiting of Princess Helaena Targaryen, navigates life in King's Landing whilst enduring the ire of the One-Eyed Prince.

Current Word Count: 99,899

Tropes: Slow Burn, Angst, Mild Enemies-to-Lovers, Toxic Relationship

How Can You Mend a Broken Heart – Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto x Reader

Author: justfantasy

Status: WIP - AO3 Page

Finding good Carmy fanfiction is akin to searching for water in a drought, and I do really wish there was more! This is my favourite one, but sadly there aren't many chapters and it hasn't been updated in a while.

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto, a man of few words, has a one night stand which turns into something more.

Current Word Count: 11,345

Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining

The Keeping of Words – Spencer Reid x OC

Author: BryWrites

Status: Complete First Version on Fanfiction.Net + WIP Second Version Re-Write on AO3

I read this story originally when it started being published seven years ago, and I was obsessed!

The story follows an aspiring human rights lawyer, Bianca Brown, as she is asked to assist on a BAU case and ends up finding herself intertwined with a member of the BAU, an elusive man named Dr. Spencer Reid.

Word Count: 264,402 (FFN) / 202,439 (AO3)

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances, Slow Burn

This list is not very long, but like said, these are stories that I really enjoy and feel passionate about. Evidently I prefer self-insert fanfiction, but I do read anything and everything. If you have a recommendation (for any fandom and any pairing), feel free to share in the comments!

I also write fanfiction myself, and my masterlist is linked below incase you'd like to give any story a read.

– Masterlist ✴ by bittersweetarts

Until next time, Happy Holidays!

PS. I still don't know how to respond to comments on posts (as this is a secondary blog), but I read and appreciate them all! If you ever want a direct response from me, you can private message me or send a question in my ask inbox.

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Wip game!

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Thank you so so much for the tag, @smokefurball :D the word for me was light!

L: “Lancing a complete stranger’s infected toe wound would be a more pleasant experience than this,” Cara added. (For The Good of All, Tales of Arcadia fanfic)

I: Instantly, Superman’s heart broke for this poor girl. With how she looked, dirty, malnourished, wild and scared- and with how the power in the building was behaving -if this was the norm for her, she’d likely been on the run for goodness-knew-how-long. (The Promise of Tomorrow, Superman fanfic)

G: “Get off the road!” Jack ordered in a sharp hiss, gesturing for the group to hide in the undergrowth. The six quickly did so, flattening themselves on the ground and staying perfectly still and silent. Even Chauncey flattened himself to the turf, trembling from his snout to the bulbous tip of his tail. 

After a couple minutes, a massive, hulking thing slowly passed them. It looked like an ape, but its entire skull was dotted with eyes, and its loose jaw swung open with each step, revealing a forest of wicked fangs stained brown and black. Parts of it looked like they had been turned to stone, cracking and creaking with its movements, and it made the thing’s coarse fur look mangy. Its hands sported seven or eight digits each that were mostly composed of claw, also stained brown and black. (One Equal Temper of Heroic Hearts, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fanfic)

H: He stuck a hand out. “I’m Jim Lake Jr.”

“Cara Williams,” Cara replied. “Pleasure. I think. What did you want to talk about?”

“The amulet,” Jim said, and Cara straightened.

“So you do know about it,” she said quietly, glancing around. “I overheard you and your friend the other day- I thought you might be talking about it. He didn’t seem to believe you. How exactly are you involved with it?”

“It’s… a long story,” Jim replied. “I’ll explain after school, all right? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Promise.”

“Can you give me your number? I’ll hold you to that,” Cara said, and Jim took her phone and put it in.

She saved him as “jam” and thanked him, then headed back into school. (For The Good of All)

T: “The man is like twelve shots of espresso on legs.” (The Promise of Tomorrow)

@fandomchatfabi 💛 @xxbatsybeanxx 💙 @writerqueenofjewels 💚 @darkchaosreptile 💜 @kc-reads 🖤

Your word is "pastel" :)

[tomionefinds]

Hello party people, do you have any James Bond-esque recs for me pretty please 💕 I love anything to do with spies and/or heists

Hola Anon!

Well, these are sorta- spy-y? I hope they scratch some of that itch? The ones below mostly have Hermione in that role since Tom is not a rule follower, but a rule maker. - Haus

I've Got a Spy On the Inside by A SongofIceandHope

T | One Shot | 1k

Hermione Granger goes off to try and stop the Germans from gaining an important artifact, but finds their head archaeologist nothing short of distracting. Happy Tomione Day!

Nightingale by everrambling

M | Complete | 62k

Brilliant student and prospective MI5 recruit Hermione Granger is inadvertently thrown back in time by a top-secret government experiment- Right into the lap of aspiring bio-engineer Tom Riddle, who she knows in her time as the man whose dangerous ambition will herald a nation's ruin… /Non-magic AU. /Something wicked this way comes.

A Seven with a Splash of Red by bunnystealsyourcarrots

M | WIP | 22k

A modern AU where Hermione is a waitress who thinks in numbers and Tom is a shady businessman who mostly thinks about different ways of ruining people.

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Nautical Paramour

a heist fic

M | Complete | 72k

"You are already on the wrong side of the law, Miss Granger." Tom smirked at her, taking another drag from his cigarette, before leaning in towards her. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "If you are going to be bad, be good at it." Non-magical AU set in prohibition New Orleans. Tomione. Complete

[mickc-rants]

Helluva Boss Rewrite (WIP)

Disclaimer: I have no harsh intentions regarding rewriting HB. This is just some headcanons coming from an ex fan who is currently a critic of the show.

The Lore

Hellaverse rewritten lore gonna be based on the worldbuilding of John Wick and Good Omens (Helluva is action oriented)

The concept of human sinners being Overlords doesn’t exist in the rewrite but Hellborns can be Overlords.

Hellborns (like Imps, Succubi and Hellhounds) are middle class, Goetians are upper class (aristocracy/nobility) and the Seven Deadly Rulers are higher and more respected than Goetians despite some of them are Goetians (e.g. Asmodeus)

The imps are the soldier class in Hell’s system and known for their various combat skills

The succubi and incubi are used seduction as a form of distraction for the target

Hellhounds’ appearance are similar to werewolves but they can shapeshift to a literal canine

Hellborns usually age slowly, resistant to fire and wouldn’t be eradicated by gunshot unless if they’re in contact with Holy water

Holy water is fatal for Hellborns but they’re used to make fuel for deadly weapons

The Characters

Soul Trading Department

Instead of being an assassins for trade, the IMP is part of Stolas’ legions where they’re responsible for targeting souls for Stolas’ soul for trade

Their main nemesis are Shax and her legions

Blitzø Callisto

Pronouns: He/him

Age: approximately 700 (mental and physically late-20s to 30s)

Gender: Male

Species: Hellborn Imp

The sergeant of Stolas’ Soul Trading Unit and boss of Millie and Moxxie

Trained with any kind of combat skills (close range, long range, melee, etc.)

Maximilian Grimson

Nicknames: Max, Moxxie

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 600 (mid to late-20s)

Gender: Male

Species: Hellborn Imp

Skilled with long range combat and assassinations

Second Generation for being in Stolas’ legion (his father Sniper Grimson is part of his legion who is stationed in Greed)

Distanced his father to Wrath where he met his childhood friend Millie (he relocated to Millie’s family who welcomed Moxxie instead of despising him in the show) until they’re both stationed to Gluttony for the unit

Mildread Grimson

Nicknames: Millie, Melee

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 600 (mid to late-20s)

Gender: Female

Species: Hellborn Imp

Skilled in melee (hence her name) and close combat

Trained with mixed and various martial arts

Originally in the Wrath Ring and moved to Gluttony along with her husband when they were stationed to the Trading Unit

Luna Nogood

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 400 (early 20s)

Gender: Female

Species: Hellhound

The youngest of the Trade Unit and Blitzø’s foster daughter

Goetians

Most Goetian demons are usually fallen angels and their abilities weaken a bit when they’re in contact with Holy Water (a fuel used for deadly demonic weapons)

Goetians tend to bid their conjurer for a soul (like literal soul) to do the bidding they wanted (other than souls, they were offered with things they associate with)

Similar to Good Omens, Angels and Fallen Angels are usually agender or non binary at the time they were created and most Goetians identify as non binary or transgender (e.g. Stolas being trans masc)

Some Goetians are hellborns

Prince Stolas of Lust and Greed

Alias: Stephen, Steven and Steve

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 6000~ (mentally and physically 40s)

Gender: Trans masculine

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Owl demon (formerly fallen angel)

Voiceclaim and Human form faceclaim: Jemaine Clement

Inspirations: Winston Scott (John Wick), Oliver Bird (Legion), Lord Joseph Banks (Uncle Bertie’s Botanarium), Jemaine Clement’s DILF form, Paimon’s owl form, 70s fashion and Bowie-esque outfits (specifically his forehead and his outfit which is based on The White Duke era)

Known for his various knowledge of astronomy, botany, herbs, poisons, and any sorts of traditional medicines

Usually responsible for the economic rise of herbs which leads demons in Gluttony to indulge with his mixture of herbs in the 60s

Adopted young Andrealphus after his father’s death (OG Andre was close with Stolas)

Lord Shax, marquise of Wrath and Greed

Alias: Stella

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 6000~ (physically and mentally 40s)

Gender: Trans feminine

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Stork demon

Voiceclaim: Olivia Colman

Inspirations: Shax (Good Omens), The Adjudicator (The Continental), Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2), 19th century to 1930s fashion, and equestrian wear

Combat skills are inspired by Lord Shen

Responsible for lootings in the Mortal Realm

Stolas’ former lover and current arch-nemesis (lovers to enemies)

Professional liar and gaslighter (unless placed in a magic triangle)

Has an ability to lose memory and knowledge of a person (her abilities opposes Stolas’)

Known for plucking eyes and used plucked eyes as different forms of jewelry

Would accept an exchange of vial from horse liver from the conjurer’s horse

Lord Andrealphus the Younger, marquise of Lust

Alias: Andre

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 2000~

Gender: Male

Sexuality: unlabeled

Species: Peafowl demon (Hellborn)

Stolas' adoptive son and apprentice

Takes Octavia’s role in the rewrite

His biological father is the OG Andrealphus (but he died after being exterminated)

Not to be confused with Stella’s brother with the same name (aka Canon Andrealphus)

Lord Andras, marquise of Wrath

Pronouns: She/they

Age: 2000~

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Species: Owl hybrid (Hellborn)

Stolas’ daughter with Shax

Andre’s younger sister

Human Sinners

Human sinners are the lowest class in Hell’s system since Hell is meant to punish sinners

Yet there are some sinners who are part of a Goetian legion (like Shax’s)

[little-bloodied-angel]

TLM WIP

The cave was dark, illuminated solely by the hole open at the top like a natural skylight, ripples of sun carried down through it by the waves, the multicolored liquid swirling and shimmering in the huge stone cauldron that rose from the ocean floor and bloomed like a strange, petrified, wide open flower, and whatever unidentifiable trinkets with their own glow set on the strangely stacked, curved shelves carved in the rock wall he could see from here. He knew it was an enclosed space, if a huge one, but somehow it seemed to stretch infinitely on all sides and even further at the back, and he didn't like the sensation prickling along his spine when he thought of turning around -turning his back- to find the exit in the entrance where he'd come from.

"We mustn't lurk in passageways, little prince. It's awfully rude, don't you know?"

The lilting, musical voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, slither over the walls and on the current and his skin and his very bones. It carried power, that much he'd learned to recognize; soft and yet as strong and clear as the bells he'd heard on the ships, from that one church loud enough to be heard on the kingdom's shore.

"I am not a little anything" he snapped indignantly. "I am-"

"I know who you are" the voice said like a thunderclap, and suddenly there was a pair of eyes right in front of his face, swirling gold and deep red and violet and something like blue fire, pearls and shards of coral clinging to long fanning eyelashes. He reared back and could see more of the witch's face, but not quite his features, distorted by zigzagging bioluminescence pulsing in his veins, a mouth like a slash of blood curving predatorily around sharp white fangs. "Worse, I know what you are, little prince. Edward Teach of the Black Throne, First Prince of the Seven, commander of the Kraken. You'll find that doesn't serve you here. None of it. You came to me. You entered the seat of my power. You're the one who wants something from me. So I will call you whatever I want, and you'll take it with a shut mouth or leave".

That blood and pearl grin got somehow more unnerving, like the jagged sharp edge of broken coral. Now he could see the witch's tail as he swirled slow, powerful, lazy circles around him, appraising him with those glowing eyes like he was a sole caught on a hook; could see the brilliance of gold set into creamy skin with no rhyme or reason for the pattern, gems and pearls following the arches of bone and the edges of scales. He didn't have fins that he could see, not in the way he did, something delicate like membrane or tulle running the dorsal space; and a rainbow of colors blended into one another for the whole length his eyes could catch, black and silver and green and red and purple and angel-white. It didn't move like his own tail either; the sideways curling of the muscle reminded him of a moray eel, instead.

Or a serpent.

"I apologize for my aggressive garden" the witch said mockingly, running an ice-cold, white-glazed finger along the bruising forming on his arms. He shuddered, both from the touch and from the realization that it wasn't flesh touching him. "But you do understand that out here, one takes certain... precautions". He stopped in front of him again, raising himself vertical, trailing a length of translucent white silk with him, cuffed to his wrists with heavy gold manacle-like bracelets with intricate decorations and dangling ornaments. Jiaoren silk, he realized. He'd heard of it, but never seen it this far from Donghai. A necklace, almost a collar really, to match them, bound the silk to his neck, above the line of pearls, mismatched in size and color, that trailed his collarbone. "Here there be monsters, little prince" he whispered, his voice wicked and blending with the unnerving susurrus of the current along the walls, those eyes boring into his, blinking slowly, twinkling with a secret joke. The dozen or so earrings he was wearing clinked against the gold around his neck with the soft movement of the water.

"I've come to buy your magic" he declared, as strongly as he could. He was not prey, and he was not weak, he reminded himself, clenching his fist to feel his rings, the pulsing of his tattoo wrapped around his arm as his bicep flexed with the motion. He was not just the wielder of the Kraken, the Kraken was part of him, and he was sure he could bring him forth anywhere he went, so long as he remembered.

That set the witch off laughing, swimming in a backwards wheel a few times, fast and violent enough to ripple the water in multiple directions and raise bubbles around his body; the sound of it somehow smooth like liquid silver and cracked like shattered glass, putting his teeth on edge. That infinitely long body of his then kept circling him again and again, torso upright and tail lashing like a whip and curling in a wide spiral.

"No, no, little prince. You've come to ask my favor, and I will toss you out on your pretty little black pearl tail if I so wish, or gut you and collect you for ingredients. You came to me. You have no power here. I will do as I please, and so will you".

"Stop circling me!" Edward snapped, turning around several times helplessly to try and face the witch. "What, were you a shark in another life?!"

In a sudden movement, the witch spun around him and spun him, and pressed his cold fleshless finger to Edward's lips, multicolored eyes glowing in amusement, stars clinging to his lashes, his tail wrapped and pressing around Edward's just above his fin.

"You will never know from me who I was in another life" he said softly, the threat of it making the very walls vibrate. "And if you keep talking like that, we will see whether your pretty little tattoo or a witch's knife have more power out here in my domain" he added, and suddenly Edward spied a gleam of ornate metal in his other hand.

"We've been given gifts by the gods, Edward", Sam's gratingly gentle voice echoed in his mind. "But a witch carries them in themselves, part of their very soul, born in their essence. They are the gifts, drops of Calypso's blood and Triton's power dropped in the currents. If you seek a witch out, even a banished one can only be contained so much. Do not forget that".

[mojowitchcraft]

for wip weekend

🐺🌕 and 👄🩸 pleeeease

WIP Weekend

Okay so confession, I did a Make Me Write post back in October, and didn't fullfill all of my writing demands because I was in a rut. Mads commented a request for Stissy & Vamp Verse back then so I'm gonna give them all of their snippets in this post!

Werewolf Steve, Vamp Verse, Stissy Fic let's GOOOO!!!

Snippets below the cut:

🐺🌕 Back To The Meaning - Werewolf Steve

Eddie moves in next door and hears about his new neighbor...

Claudia stops by around noon, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen Wayne stand up straighter or smile as much. It’s almost—and Wayne will kill him for thinking as much—cute. She gives him the run down about the house, dates for the last time the roof was updated, information about the property line.  All things he’ll need to know but make his head spin nonetheless. Eddie never once thought he’d be a homeowner, let alone a house as large as this one. It’s intimidating to say the least, but he tries to nod along like he understands. He feels like he should act like a confident adult rather than an overwhelmed boy.  “Oh and Steve lives right next door, has he been by yet?” Claudia asks, gesturing to the neighboring house barely visible through the trees.  “No,” Eddie replies. “Haven’t seen anyone yet.” “Oh.” Claudia looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I’m sure you’ll see him soon. He’s a nice young man, my son Dustin loves him. He’s about your age, I’m sure you’ll get along.” Eddie looks over at the house again curiously. “That’s nice,” Wayne says, smiling at Claudia for the millionth time and patting Eddie on the back. “Someone your age so close. He live alone too?” Claudia’s face falls. “Yes, poor dear. His parents passed away about…seven years ago now, when Steve was barely an adult himself. Terrible tragedy, lost them both in a car crash.”

👄🩸Vamp Verse - The Ritual Follow Up

Genderbent Vampire AU, this time with boy Robin's POV, Stobin Besties & Genderbent Buckingham Incoming!!

Robin sighs into his hand, watching Victor twirl Danielle with his nimble fingers. He’s sitting on the edge of the dance floor at prom, regretting every decision that led him here, watching his crush laugh and smile with his very real not fake girlfriend.  Getting to his feet, he leaves the gym, resigned to going home and eating a tub of ice cream while watching whatever movie is on TV. He steps out into the night air, almost bumping into Carol Perkins. “Watch it, dweeb,” she snarls at him, red hair flipping over her shoulder as she turns away.  “What’s her problem?” Robin grumbles to himself but sees the reason for her catty attitude a few steps ahead.  Tommy Hagan with his arm draped over some brunette’s shoulders. She’s wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, showing off her tattoos, brown hair cascading over her shoulders in a riot of curls, her blood-red lips turned up in a wicked smile. Tommy looks drunk as he presses into her, whispering something in her ear. Probably a disgusting come-on, Robin’s mind supplies. But the girl—woman, he’s with just smiles wider, her teeth glinting in the moonlight.  Curiously, Robin tracks their slightly stumbling movements to a limo waiting off to the side of the parking lot. The back door opens from within and a familiar face pops out. A face that Robin has seen plastered on missing posters for months, Stephanie Harrington. “What the fuck?”

📼📣 Straddle The Line - Steve/Chrissy

Chrissy's been coming into Family Video and Steve's turning on his charm 👈👈 😎

Chrissy’s father gives him a once over and Steve feels sweat prick at his underarms. “Can I help you find anything, sir?” The man smiles at him kindly, shaking his head. “I’ll leave you two to talk,” he replies, a knowing glint in his eye as he looks over at Chrissy, whose cheeks have flushed red. “Sorry about him,” she says quietly once her dad is out of earshot. “You were saying?” “All good.” Steve thinks it’s nice that Chrissy’s dad is looking out for her. He doesn’t remember the last time his parents took much of an interest in his life. “I was apologizing, Robin told me I put my foot in my mouth when you came in last week. Asking about Jason and all.” Chrissy nods, mouth turning downwards awkwardly. “Yeah we, um. We broke up.” “I’m sorry to hear that, must be hard.” “Not really,” Chrissy replies quickly, then raises a hand to her mouth looking surprised. “I mean—it’s just that.” She sighs. “We were together for so long I kind of didn’t understand why anymore. That sounds terrible.”

Okay that was way more than 3-5 sentences for each of those so I hope y'all feel fed hahah planning to write all of these this year, but prioritizing my unfinished WIPS first!

[yallwildinrn]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks again to @justabigoldnerd!

TMFU friends, y’all will be happy bc this week what I have is from an Illya-centric survival horror wip! Do I know how to write survival horror? Do I know what I’m doing? Do I have any semblance of a plot? Do I even know what the main monster is? Absolutely not, but I like horror and whump and I want Illya, the tough guy of the group, to be put in a situation where his limits are tested!!

Do not hold your breath on this being finished, it’s honestly just been something I can work on in between edits for Snake in the Grass </3 May it come to fruition and actually be fun to read 🙏

He gives the wall a once over, but finding nothing, he sorts through the desk first. There’s little to speak of (expected) besides a ring of keys (unexpected). Illya pulls them out with a satisfied hum and places them in his pocket.

Illya moves back on the wall, searching for a light or switch of any kind. He does find a switch, but it doesn’t work no matter how many times he flips it. He grumbles and proceeds to the door. He wonders if the rest of the building’s lights will work, but he can only hope so.

No pressure tag: @stevieevenstar @zappedbyzabka @heytheredeann @wicked-jade @an-sceal @abracazabka and anyone else who has something to share!

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks to @honeybewrites for the tag!

Heads up, sevens up

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote. Tag seven people in turn

Here's the last seven-ish lines I wrote from my new WIP, 11 Past Midnight (it's like nine on my laptop, once again weird font size) that's about as far as I got before my laptop did a vrek'ing last night.

"Andrev, Misha: grab your rifles. Irina: I need a blackhand!" Kat called as she ran past them to her rig, still pulling on her jacket as she went while the wardrums spurred the hangar to action, "That means you too, mutant, you're on reserve! Come on people, double time!"

"What's happened?" Artur asked her timidly as they awkwardly clambered into the passenger seat.

"Adam-forsaken scavs attacked the Mongolians, and if you plan on eating anything other than fifty-year old canned beans for the rest of your life, we're going out there to help them," Kat practically cleared the one and a half meter climb to the cockpit in a single bound, slipping her keys in with blind ease while slamming the door, and shooting Artur a wicked grin as the steel demon around them roared in anticipation of the carnage to come.

No pressure tag for @illarian-rambling, @pb-dot, @orion-lacroix, @oh-no-another-idea, @chauceryfairytales, @thatoneterrariaplayers-vault, @friedeaglesandwich and anyone else who wants in

[author-morgan]

🌹🌹🌹🌹

From a planned John Wick fic:

Winston Scott can’t say he’s especially surprised to find you and John Wick stumbling into his hotel lobby—soaked to the bone and hardly able to stand. It’s not the first time the two of you have tried to kill one another. The bruises and blood do a pretty good job of answering his questions too, as do the two text messages he received prior in the day detailing a ten and seven-million-dollar contract for each of your heads, respectively. Winston greets you both—he’s the manager of the New York City Continental now and there’s a bit more silver streaking his hair since you last saw him. “Lovers’ quarrel?” He inquires. “Something like that,” John replies.

send me a 🌹 and i'll post one random sentence (paragraph) of a random WIP i'm currently writing