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ashirisu · 4 months

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hey, everyone!

My name is Ley (pronounced like "Lee," she/they) and I'm a fiction writer/editor based in the PNW. I haven't done a proper writeblr intro in a while, so I figure the new year is a great time to reintroduce myself to the community!

— about me

An important thing to understand about me and the way I talk about writing is that this stuff is literally my entire life. Even outside of work, I don't think I have a single interest or hobby that doesn't relate back to storytelling in some capacity. I'm an avid media consumer and critic, and will hyperanalyze just about anything that catches my fancy for more than a minute.

I love science fiction and fantasy, and my goal as a writer is to take all the genres I loved growing up and create stories that are a little more diverse, inclusive, and queer.

— about the blog

I came to writeblr mostly to share my work, but also to find an active community where I can get excited with other writers and talk shop. Marketing is obviously a really important part of the publishing industry, but I get tired of having to filter every thought I have about my work and experiences through the lens of aesthetic micro-trends just to put it out in the world. Sometimes I just want to pop off about scenes I'm proud of, you know?

Above all else, I really just want to connect with more writers like myself, ones who got their start in fandom spaces and are working to take their writing from a hobby into a career. I see you, I am you, I love you, let's be friends!

— about my writing

I write a lot, though most of it is disconnected nonsense. Flash fiction and short stories are where I really thrive as a writer. I don't tend to commit to long-form projects, but I have a few projects that I'll occasionally share details about!

I like to describe my style as "earnest and character-forward," which is a fancy way of saying that I like driven protagonists who think too much and are emotional to the point of it being a character flaw.

My goal is to share more of my original writing moving forward, so hopefully you'll get to see all of this for yourself. If I'm totally honest, though, you'll probably see more of me discussing my work than actually writing it.

— about my projects

Here are the things you'll most likely see me posting about:

Agnomen: A sci-fi retelling of Hamlet and Coriolanus, currently in its very preliminary stages. It is literally my Roman Empire, except it's set on a moon of a planet that I'm calling Jupiter as a placeholder (but please note that it isn't actually Jupiter, as Jupiter is a gas giant and therefore a scientifically impossible setting for large sections of the plot).

Alter Ego: A superhero fic in which not-so-mild-mannered reporter Drew Derrick fights for mutant rights and can't seem to get his act together when it comes to keeping the complicated parts of his life separate.

Untitled Fantasy Project: The very first project I ever wrote, and the piece I return to every so often when writing is feeling more like a slog than a fun hobby. I set a lot of one-offs in this world and follow a few key characters around without them having a real plot.

D&D: I write a lot about Baz, my Wild Magic Barbarian. He's a regency noble with a lot of problems, and I care about him very much. I also have various other settings and characters, but he's my most active PC at the moment and therefore gets the most attention.

Short Stories: Sometimes I write these, and sometimes I like them enough to share!

— tag directory

ley rambles: my (often wordy) opinions about things

ley writes: not necessarily my writing, but talking about my writing

my writing: stories, blurbs, and other content I've written

not my writing: reblogs and creative writing that I liked, shared, and sometimes commented on

#also i am open to asks and tag games!#looking forward to getting to know you all #writeblr intro #writeblr #writing #creative writing #writing community

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onceuponastory · 9 months

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Oh, doesn't he just look perfect? And funnily enough, I had an idea for a Bucky AU floating around in my head, and this gif gave me the perfect push to write it. So thank you for the gif, love!

An Intriguing Stranger

Plot: Despite how poorly Y/N's night at the Gallery of Contemporary Art is going, it soon starts to look up when she meets a handsome stranger. However, he has a secret of his own. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Some swearing and a mention of alcohol. Also Bucky and reader mocking some art. If I miss any triggers, please let me know!

"Care for a drink, ma'am?" A waiter asks, and Y/N grabs a glass off his tray with a smile, following it up with an hors d'oeuvre a moment later. She glances down at the tiny morsel of food in her hand.

"Fucking rich people portions." She hisses. Although, considering where she currently is, the small portions are not too surprising.

Right now, Y/N is standing in the entrance foyer of the Brooklyn Gallery of Contemporary Art. For the longest time, she's wanted to challenge herself, to learn more about the world around her. And what better way to seem cultured than to go to an event hosted at said art gallery?

The only problem is that the second she stepped through the door, Y/N immediately realised that she doesn't like most of the art on display. Unfortunately, though, the ticket cost her a lot of money, and it'll look weird if she leaves so soon after arriving. But mainly, Y/N doesn't want to go because she spent so much time getting ready that she doesn't want her efforts to be wasted. Even if she's not enjoying herself, she'll be damned if she doesn't let everyone see how good she looks.

And besides... not all the art is awful.

Grabbing another filled glass off of the waiter's tray, Y/N stops in front of another painting. The colours are bright, too bright for her liking. She wrinkles her nose disapprovingly.

"Like what you see?" a voice sounds, and Y/N looks up to see a man standing beside her. He runs a hand through his shoulder length brunette hair, smiling at her.

Damn, he's cute. A lot better looking than the art, anyway.

And oh crap, he's staring.

"Well. I don't, really." She admits. The man raises a brow, smirking.

"Oh, really? How so?"

"It's just so bright, and in your face. It looks like the artist just dumped a load of paint on the canvas with no thought of how it would look, or to make something with it. It looks like blobs." A part of her is confused by why she's suddenly unloading her negative opinion on this complete, albeit handsome, stranger, but somehow she already feels comfortable enough around him to do so.

Thankfully, though, the stranger doesn't seem to mind. "I agree. It's chaotic, but I'm not sure if it's in a good way." He nods, tilting his head and nibbling on his finger, as if deep in thought. "It's as if the artist was drunk, and had no care for the complexities of art. He just wanted to make some kind of statement, a 'fuck you', to the expectations of the modern art world."

Damn, this guy really knows his stuff.

Y/N nods, leaning closer to see who the offending artist is. A small plaque reads:

Untitled. James Buchanan Barnes. 2021

"He didn't even title it! Do you think that's part of his 'fuck you' statement?" The man's laughter rings through the air, and soon Y/N's joins it.

"Oh, I know it was." The man clears his throat, grinning once more. "If I may say ma'am, you look wonderful tonight." Heat settles on Y/N's cheeks, and she feels her stomach fluttering. Despite knowing how good she looks tonight, the handsome stranger actually mentioning it is making her go all weak at the knees.

"Thank you." She smiles. But before either of them can say anything else,

"There you are!" another person calls, and Y/N notices an immaculately dressed woman striding over to them. A badge pinned to her chest says 'Gallery Director.' Immediately, fear and guilt fill her veins, and Y/N wonders if she's about to be thrown out of the gallery for her cheek towards the paintings, her chance to seem cultured over before it even began. However, the woman breezes past her, the scent of her undoubtedly expensive perfume intoxicating, and instead, she focuses on the man standing beside her. She takes his hand, shaking it tightly. "My dear friend, it's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you could make it."

"It's a pleasure to be here, Natasha." He grins.

"There's a champagne reception for all the guests of honour upstairs. I'd love to see you there." Y/N raises a brow. Her new friend seems to have a lot more influence than she originally thought. Perhaps he's a friend of the gallery? Or a news reporter ready to cover the event?

"I'd like that." As the woman departs, Y/N smirks.

"You didn't tell me you were famous around here." Now, though, it's the man's turn to smirk.

"Allow me to introduce myself." He takes her hand, shaking it. "James Buchanan Barnes. Pleasure to meet you."

James Buchanan Barnes. Huh, that's funny, that's the same name as...

And then, the rudest awakening Y/N's ever experienced hits her, raining down like a tonne of bricks.

Oh shit.

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trulybetty · 8 months

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Bookstore | Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) Word Count: 2,163 Warnings: This is Flings and Stood Up Frankie four years later, so things might be a little jaded, just saying. No real warnings, hints of some angst - but that's about it Summary: It's been multiple moves across states with Frankie and with retirement from the service the two of you are looking at a fresh start. AO3: Linked

A/N: Soo, this is Bookstore Frankie, the piece that spurred Stood Up and Flings. I've been putting off putting it out as I've been worried this won't live up to those two one-shots. We have the lovely @wildemaven’s prompts to thank for the creation of the Marcus Pike and the Sweet Janes series, and now we have them to thank for Frankie and this currently untitled series 💕✨

There was a misconception some people had when they first met Frankie. They’d take in his appearance, the permanent ball cap on his head, the nondescript clothing, heavy boots, dirt under his nails no matter how often he scrubbed his hands, coupled with his quiet demeanour and make an unqualified assumption.

Which was precisely what was happening at that moment.

“How can I help you?” the shop clerk asked eagerly, clasping her hands together as she framed herself directly in front of you. Making no mistake who she thought led the excursion to the bookstore that morning.

“Actually,” you replied with a small smile, “I’m tagging along with this guy,” you thumbed in the direction of Frankie who had ignored the formalities you’d found yourself in and was making a beeline for the bookshelves.

“Oh,” was the shop clerk's response and you gave her a short smile before heading off to find your boyfriend who had disappeared amongst the racks of books.

Frankie was an ex-army Delta Force operative and had also served as a part of the Special Operations Aviation Regiment. Not that he would ever tell anyone that. If asked he’d simply shrug and tell those who would ask that he was just a flight instructor, a gross understatement for what he actually did now, but as Frankie told you. It kept things simple, and it kept people from asking questions.

The only reason you knew anything at all about Frankie’s military career is that what was supposed to be a fling between deployments turned into a four-year-long sleepover, three moves across states and his retirement from active service.

But it wasn’t just in bookstores, it was everywhere. Whenever the two of you went out, most people would underestimate him or simply overlook him. To them, Frankie was just an ordinary man, nothing special about him.

But to you, he was everything

As you made your way through the narrow aisles of the bookstore, you finally caught up with him as he held a book in his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read the blurb on the back.

“Find anything good?” you whispered as you came up behind him, sliding your arms around his waist to peer around his shoulder.

Frankie held up the book for you to see, “Dean Koontz,” he said with a smile of satisfaction. “I’ve been wanting to read this one for a while now.”

You nodded, recalling his recent phase of reading through the author’s works.

“What else do you have there?” You asked, indicating the book tucked under his arm.

He didn’t look down, his eyes reading the back of another novel now, “Just some manual.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Just some manual?”

Letting go of him you slid the book out from under his arm and inspected the cover, “Advanced Aerodynamics and Propulsion: A Comprehensive Guide,” you read aloud, your voice echoing a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Just some manual, huh? A bit beyond your usual fun reads?”

Frankie shrugged, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Thought I’d brush up a bit before that course starts. It's been a while since I played with the hardcore stuff, and you know how I like a challenge,” his eyes now had a mischievous glint. “Got to keep up with the younger crowd at school. Don't want to let my old age show too much,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

The bookstore, aptly named ‘The Last Book Store’ was nestled between a florist and a coffee shop in downtown Tampa. The store was a captivating blend of weathered leather-bound classics and the vibrant hues of freshly printed paperbacks. The lingering smell of paper coupled with the scent of the fresh roast from the coffee shop next door made it all the more charming. You made a mental note that you would stop there on your way home since you still had yet to find your coffee maker in the labyrinth of boxes since moving to Florida. You were desperate for a freshly brewed cup of coffee and not something made from instant freeze-dried grounds.

“You're hardly old,” you retorted, playfully poking him in the ribs.

He laughed, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “Says the spring chicken.”

You rolled your eyes, barely a year between you, but couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

“Are you excited about returning to school?” you asked, he was going back after a long stint in the military.

Frankie's expression shifted, his eyes distant as he confided, “Yeah, excited but also a bit anxious. It's been ages since I tackled papers and exams.”

You offered a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “No doubt you'll ace it. You've got some smarts in there,” you quipped, a playful grin easing the tension. “And plenty of experience too.”

He laughed, appreciation in his eyes. “Some brains hey Mav? I didn't know you thought so highly of me.”

“Well, I have to give credit where credit's due,” you said, shrugging playfully.

He looked at you a moment longer before leaning in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, and for a brief moment, there was only the two of you, between the bookshelves hidden from the view of the other customers.

“Do you think we made a good choice moving to Florida,” you asked.

Frankie nodded, his mouth turning up in an expression that resembled a smile, though it never touched his eyes. “I think so. A new chapter for both of us.”

“Is that Francisco Morales with a pun?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he said, his eyes brightening.

“Remember that bookstore we used to visit back in Colorado?” you asked, your voice heavy with nostalgia.

Frankie looked at you, his eyes softening as he remembered. “The one with the creaky floors and the old guy who knew every single book in the place?”

“That’s the one,” you said, smiling. “This place reminds me a little of that.”

Frankie reached for you hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze, “We can make this our new spot. Start a new tradition.”

“You think this is it?” you asked him hopefully.

Frankie gave a half smile, “I hope so, baby. We've been through enough, it's time to settle down.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell with emotion. The journey to where you stood now had not been an easy one, with Frankie's past and the constant moves between deployments. But here you were, together, looking forward to a future you could both finally believe in.

This was a fresh start.

He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. “We'll make it work. We always do.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the determination and the underlying vulnerability that he so rarely showed to others. You knew him better than anyone, and most of all, his potential.

You reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble against your palm, you bit back a smile. No matter how hard he tried he could never grow in a full beard. Only the other day, when Will came by after his veteran support group had finished. The two men had sat on the porch, beers in hand, Will teasing Frankie as he stroked his own full beard.

Will was already living in Florida, part of the catalyst for this one last move as Frankie had promised you. That promise had come off of the back of the trouble Frankie had found himself involved in. The trouble that you’d both agreed on was now put to rest and in the past. Will, having served with Frankie as a part of Delta Force, he and the others were a special kind of elite. The creme de la creme, all forged for war and set loose with little to no regard for what would happen once they were back home. Will had been a somewhat lifeline for Frankie in retirement, his quiet demeanour a match for Frankies.

“I know we will,” you whispered, echoing Frankie's assurance, your eyes locked on his. “We're in this together, right?”

Frankie's eyes softened, and he nodded, his grip on you tightening. “Always.”

You both pottered around the bookstore for a little while longer. The building was deceptive from the outside it looked to be a small affair, but the place was expansive with rows and rows of racks and a second floor. Frankie had found another book to add to his stack and you a couple of paperbacks that were light reads to get you through the next couple of weeks.

The two of you watched the rain fall from under the awning of the coffee shop next door. A gentle drizzle combined with the humidity, you could smell the heat coming off the asphalt.

“It seems like Florida wants to give us a proper welcome,” Frankie remarked.

You laughed as you stashed your purchases into the canvas bag you'd brought with you to keep them safe from the rain, “Very reminiscent.”

Grabbing your hand, Frankie stepped forward, out from undercover into the rain.

You thought you were both going to make a dash to the car, instead, Frankie stopped and turned his face up to the sky. Before you could ask what was going on you saw the carefree smile tugging at his lips and he looked at peace for the first time in what had been a long time.

“You know Mav,” he said, his face still upturned to the sky, “they say rain is good luck.”

You laughed, shaking your head as droplets clung to your lashes, “Is that so?” you stepped back to close the distance between you both, your fingers reaching out to trace the outline of his jaw.

His hand finding a place on the curve of your cheek and the other around your waist, he moved closer, his lips barely a breath away from your own. Your heart skipped a beat, his touch sent a shiver down your spine despite the warmth the rain fell into.

“It’s really going to be different this time, I promise,” he stated, looking at you directly in the eye.

“I know,” you responded forcing a smile, really wanting to believe that this was going to be the fresh start the two of you needed.

Retirement was a bright horizon ahead for both of you full of opportunities. You just hoped it was a bright enough light to stave off the dark clouds that had followed through your last moves across states.

You didn’t think he could get any closer, but he shifted and his hips knocked into you forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a playful twirl. The rain soaked through your clothes, and the drops glistened on his face, highlighting the joy in his eyes.

The world seemed to fade away as you both danced in the rain, your laughter echoing in the otherwise quiet street.

“Here’s to us, Mav,” Frankie said, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“I love you too,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, his lips found yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. The rain intensified the sensation, each raindrop a fleeting caress as you melted into his embrace. It was a kiss that held the promise of everything that had brought you together – the challenges, the laughter, and the shared moments that had forged your connection.

As the kiss deepened, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the midst of the rainstorm. His fingers traced a gentle path down your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless, rain-slicked hair clinging to your skin.

Frankie's gaze bore into yours, his expression a mix of desire and adoration. “I think I've found my luck,” he whispered, his thumb brushing your damp lips.

As you headed back to the car, the rain began to ease, and the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow on the wet pavement. You glanced at Frankie, noticing the way he seemed more relaxed, the weight of the past years lifting. You could see it in the way he walked, in the way he smiled, and in the way he held you close.

Yes, you thought, this was the right decision. Florida would be your new start, a place to finally settle and grow roots. No more constant moving, no more uncertainty. You had each other, and that was all that mattered.

You slid into the passenger seat, Frankie starting the engine, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours. You looked over at him, his face lit with anticipation and hope of what was to come.

#frankie morales/f!reader #frankie morales/you #frankie morales/reader #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fanfiction

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streaminn · 11 months

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WE NEED MORE MONSTERFUCKER WENCLAIR IN STREAMER ENID AU LORE— You mentioned that Glasses is a HUGE Wednesday Fan and is playing Yoko, that assumed, I feel like other fans and alike are also in the project and find out weird things about our favorite couple.

Some of them are just background actors and doing tiny gigs yet still catch a sight of the 9181827771 FOOT MONSTER suspiciously known as E. Addams and Miss Wednesday "I hate people" Addams herself being all sweet and shit. I just know that many people leaked stuff about them.

That being said, what would the cast interviews be like? Wednesday isn't that communicative and Enid is but how would she act next to her co-actors? Is she also the deep, dark, mysterious girl? Would Enid like Glasses? Would they remind Wenclair of their classmates? How would interview panels go? Since Enid is there, would she attend like all of them or just choose certain ones to go to?

Wednesday is probably seen as a legend. How do people feel seeing her with a newbie, no named, possibly monster being? How does her PR Team react to the monsterfucking allegations? Has E. Addams made any comment about the allegations? Has Wednesday responded? How about her fans like Endespair?

Someone on the set of the Untitled Movie Jenna recently acted on said that no one could take their eyes off her; When acting together, I'm sure Wenclair's chemistry is OFF THE CHARTS, is anyone mesmerized or impressed by their 'acting'?

Rumours about celebrities are always being spread— it wouldn't shock me if rumours about Wenclair DOING THE DEED ON SET ACTUALLY HAPPENED. I don't think they're that risky but if they were, I feel like they would be just like, "We were quiet though, and we never get caught!"

Fans can become crazy— what if they find Enid's old blog and find about Wenclair's sweet little relationship (of being besties and roomies) and history together? Will Wenclair be ever seen together outside of their job? Like paparazzi getting pictures of them doing normal stuff such as eating outside or buying groceries?

HOW DOD ALL OF THE CAST MEMBERS REACT WHEN THEY FIRST MET ENID? DID ANYTHING CHANGE AFTER A FEW MONTHS???? ARE WENCLAIR REALLU JUST GIVING US MONSTERFUCKER VIBES?????? WE NEED TO KNOWWWWW

Holy shit, U got no idea how excited I was to see such a long ask

Gimme a sec lemme use my braincells. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the peeps working on lunal curse are secret fans and admirers of Wednesday 💀

Not the random height for Enid, her og height was like 5'10 but rn it flipflopps bc the height diff is funny. There definitely is a lot of leaked photos, it's why despite Helios not being seen a lot for the trailers, people know that she's being played by E. Addams.

Idk abt cast interviews yet bc the show is still currently a wip, but there's a lot of new posts of people fangirling on being on set in some random forum somewhere.

Enid definitely likes glasses, she has that awkward flustered energy she could never see in yoko, it's pretty cute

Glasses is definitely passionate tho, so Enid respects the grind and she invited glasses for a breakfast someday.

For interviews, there's no way Wednesday is doing one without Enid. Before, she wouldn't even look at any official interview that wasn't just done on the spot and thus can't squeeze out off so producers just accept this newbie actor bc it means Wednesday Addams can be there.

I think interviews happen like... Midway through the show premiering or afterwards so people just really fawn over how excited Enid is for being there and the fact that Wednesday isn't that far apart from her. They're like clingy best friend goals! As some people say 😭

As for their chemistry, Helios and Viper gives a lot of unresolved sexual tension and it's low key suffocating on set when they're doing a scene

It turns off immediately when it's done however, bc Wenclair can't be far away for too long and they're just seen chatting and enjoying things together

Also E. Addams possibly being a monster can't even be considered. They see the teeth, the claws and the ears, it's hard to think she'd be anything but a werewolf

The PR team gave up and just goes with the cliche no response. Wednesday is known for making monster esque x normie shorts in her books, they can't say anything without potentially making the allegations worse.

Endespair's fans are definitely hyped asf at the rumor of Wednesday being a monsterfucker, theyre like 'one of us!' and some even say that endespair has a shot now.

Not Wenclair being said to do the deed on set.. Wednesday is shameless but she isn't going to expose Enid like that. They can be very intimate tho, like Wednesday has a hand under Enid's shirt or inside her pockets intimate. Not to mention the red marks that line Enid's arms or Wednesday's neck, the people on set learn to just be quiet

I FORGOT ENID HAD AN OLD BLOG.

I wouldn't be surprised if it got abandoned however :( their nevermore years was pretty stressful so Enid had other things to focus on. It definitely kick starts the theory that the forevermore series (aka the one based on Wenclair nevermore years) is just a retelling of Wednesday and E's school life.

Also yes, there definitely is a lot more pics of Enid and Wednesday hanging outside of work. If anything older pics of 'suitors' would resurface and make people realize that E had matching/similar scars, so they would go

'THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE THIS'

The cast meanwhile all have similar reactions to glasses. Enid came in rather late with Wednesday bc they both slept in, so the height diff kinda accentuated Enid's more monstrous features

They got more comfy as they continue filming but they definitely do side eyes when Enid yawns a lil bit too big and they catch sight of her fangs. It's also low key mesmerizing to see Enid's werewolf features appear during more intense scenes without need of effects

#streamer enid au #enid sinclair #wenclair #au thoughts #Wednesday addams #Monsterfucker anon

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sawrinwrites · 2 months

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March Content Plans (Long Update)

As it is now the 25th here in frosty England, it has officially been 2 months since I published my first piece of fan fiction. In that time, I've released:

A one-shot containing my first ever attempt at both monster smut and an explicit F/F sex scene (which is currently my most popular work????)

A low angst (I know, I can't believe it either) romantic one-shot from the POV of a golden retriever

4 chapters of an emotionally intense story that is so far from my usual writing style I have to re-read earlier chapters to remind myself how to write it (a deliberate stylistic choice but boy, am I paying for it)

3 chapters of what was meant to be a fun side project and is quickly turning into something deep and dark and wonderful in its own right

All in all, that's 4 bodies of work spanning 57.7k words released over a period of 9 weeks (not including the 15-20k which got rewritten / replaced / outright cut). Which is, for me, insane. It's also a pace that I won't be able to maintain going forward, so for the sake of setting expectations (my own, more than anyone else's), here's the current plan for March:

The Monsters At My Side And In My Shadow Ch 1-3 update Given that this has gone from "werewolf smut hiding in a multi-chapter fic" to "multi-fic exploration of abuse with a healthy dollop of smut", I want to revise what's already been released to better align with what I have going forward. There won't be any plot / event changes, scenes that get altered will be getting either an expansion or a rewrite, depending on the work needed (which will include adding more smut-adjacent content because it's currently lacking and I want it to be better).

Untitled - An Ember POV Story to Celebrate 1yr Since The Bees Kissed (March 25th) @reeves3 put the idea in my head and now I have a collection of outlines covering various points in Yang and Blake's relationship all told from the perspective of the Best Girl. They won't come out in chronological order as I'm looking to line them up with various events, but the current plan is that March 25th will cover the introduction of a new member into the Xiao Long-Belladonna pack.

Additionally, I'd like to release the following chapters but I am forcing myself to accept that these will likely get bumped to April:

The Monsters At My Side And In My Shadow Ch 4

Shattered Divinity Ch 5

There's a few reasons for the (temporary) slowdown in content:

I am supposed to draft 1 - 3 OC novels this year (the mistake of mixing alcohol with an empty resolutions boards and the word "bet") and I need to dedicate more time than I have done to those projects to have any hope of doing that.

Rather than wait for the fan fic writer's curse to hit, I've gone and done it to myself by buying my first house. The offer got accepted yesterday, so now I have to deal with the joys of legal and financial paperwork. And start prepping for a move. And every other stressful time consuming thing that comes from this period. Don't get me wrong, I am fucking ecstatic, not least because it means me having an actual bedroom for the first time in almost 4 years, but the next steps are going to take a chunk out of my usual writing time.

@kaelidascope is about to drop a veritable feast of content. Look, I'm not subtle about how much I enjoy her work. She's my favourite fan fic writer. She's probably one of my favourite writers period on account of the emotional damage and veritable joy Mightnight Menagerie has brought me. And I'm not just saying this because she's been exceptionally complimentary of my own work (which, by the way, I am still freaking out over). She is one of the main reasons I started writing fan fiction. If it wasn't for the original Beestfic, I'd never have written The Hunt. Which means I'd never have had the concept ideas that initially led to starting The Monsters At My Side And In My Shadow, and without that fic, I wouldn't have had the 3 experimental scenes between Yang and her grimm which ended up inspiring the idea to write Best Laid Plans from Ember's POV. So I will be setting aside some time (translation: every waking moment I have during release weekend) to thoroughly immerse myself in the relaunch. Also there's two Menagerie chapters due and the previews are already threatening my analytics brain and unfortunately it takes time to launch that kind of assault on AO3's comment section.

So yeah. A few things going on in March. I'm gonna try and do this as a rolling monthly thing going forward in lieu of trying to have a timed release schedule. Hopefully the April one will be a bit lot shorter.

#content update #fuck this is long #march is gonna be a MONTH for me yall

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amaiguri · 16 days

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The WIP Questionaire

Thanks so so much from @verba-writing for the tag! I had such a fun time reading your answers too and I'm very excited for paranormal romance 😍

I feel like I wanna flag that a lot of my answers are very anime/gaming-sphere oriented and I hope I'm not totally alienating my mutuals by revealing just HOW MUCH I'm not a book person lololol But this is with what we're working:

The Questions are:

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

The very first thing I made was the high premise: It was synthesized from the Overly Sarcastic Productions question "What if all the Kings Under the Mountain came back...?" and then I added the context "...in a Nuclear Crisis to discuss piece?" And in my head, it was this HBO-style modern fantasy Game of Thrones meets West Wing type deal. But then... I didn't want to write the modern piece. (The modern piece should be written by people in countries from all over Europe about what it means to be a hero in various cultures.)

So I set it in 1800s fantasy world instead!

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

The first arc would be Dance in the Game by Zaq

The second arc would be Lacrimosa by Kalafina

The Gods' Arc would be Paper Boquet by Mili

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

Is it to cliché to be like "my current self-insert protagonist is my favorite character I've ever made"? Her and my antagonist are just THE BEST and I love them.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

Mmm, I think Untitled Yssaia Game's story would appeal to queer Game of Thrones fans who could FEEL the straightness in GoT, especially if they also like anime. I would hope I could get general anime fans as well as Arcane and Genshin Impact fans, but I feel like those are too mainstream and Yssaia is not. Realistically, I think I'm gonna get the Wadanohara people and the Ib people and, if I get really lucky, the To the Moon people.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Marketing lol -- explaining what it is to people in a way that they realize they want it.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Fuafua 🥺🥺🥺

Look at her! She is a six-legged, six-eyed slug cat called a Maret. Marets fill the same role as ocelots in Yssaia, except they're more semi-aquatic like otters and their skin has a stressball-like texture.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

They walk or ride Rumateurs (which are alpaca-like beings with ossicones) or take ships or airships or trains. I don't like writing about travel that much though so it is a background element.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

I am pre-editing the first arc for my alpha readers and the third arc has another 50k to 100k words to draft. We're at like 250k words total right now and it is so unwieldy 😭😭😭

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Oh, I have a convenient graphic for this. Hang on...

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I was just diatribing about this earlier but the DREAM is to turn it into an RPGmaker adventure game and have it go viral and make a million bucks off it. I'd love to be the next Undertale but it'll never happen because I am not positioned to be the next Undertale, you know?

So yeah, that's what's what! Thanks again for the ask! This was so fun! I'm gonna pass this to @maiemorrae, @moonfeatherblue, @zebee-nyx, @winterandwords, @modernwritercraft, @words-after-midnight, @spideronthesun, @theprissythumbelina, @thepanplate, @thetruearchmagos, @maskedemerald, @moondust-bard, @pluttskutt and @emelkae 😍😍😍 I actually internalized Verba's WIP so well from this tag and I wanna make sure I'm updated on what all you cool people are working on! Open tag to any of my other moots too! 🥳

IMPORTANTTTTT⚠️

I will edit this to have a blank easily copy-and-pasteable question section when I get back to my computer. If I forget, @ me!

#writeblr #wip questionnaire #writing #indie game dev #interactive fiction #indie gaming #fantasy writing #dark fantasy #game dev #game writing #gamedev #yssaia #amaiguri

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mandareeboo · 4 months

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Unfinished Work #60: "Untitled" (Finished)

I never felt up to publishing this, but I've been rewatching BoJack and felt it'd be good to put here! A little goodbye to an old friend between Hollyhock and Diane.

Title: N/A

Summary: N/A

"Sorry about this," the horse said. "You're probably really busy with writer things."

"You wanna know what I was going to do before coming out on the porch to have a smoke and chat with you?" Diane asked dryly. "I was about ten seconds away from telling my husband I was going out onto the porch to have a smoke. It's not even half the inconvenience you think it is."

"Oh," she responded, and fell silent.

Diane let out a gust of lung cancer in a long, drawn-out sigh. Texas is pretty in postcards but hotter than the sun in person, with the added bonus of all sorts of creepy crawlies straight out of the official nightmare catalogue, but it's kind of nice? There's trees everywhere. Lots of open, bumpy land. The spider currently weaving its web a few feet from her isn't even venomous- it's an orb weaver of some sort. All in all, better than death.

It'd be nicer if her company talked, though.

"Let me guess," Diane prompted, making her jump. "You're Hollyhock, right?"

"Bojack told you about me?" Hollyhock asked, ignoring her question.

"He told all his friends about you. He was really excited to have family he didn't loathe with all his being."

"Oh," she repeated, softer this time.

"Relax, you're not gonna end up on his wiki page or anything. And, for what it's worth, I'm really happy to meet you in person. You're shorter than I thought you'd be."

Hollyhock looked at her hands, where her phone was situated, then back at Diane. "Bojack's told me about you, too. He talked a lot about a lot of things, but you especially."

"And that made you think I had answers?"

She shrugged helplessly.

Diane took another drag. "You want the truth? He's an asshole. Whatever you feel or suspect about him is absolutely vindicated."

"Yeah." she said. "But I miss him anyway. Isn't that... awful?"

"No? I don't think it is. I mean, the part that sucks about people is that they're more than just one thing. Sure, Bojack is a sleezy, emotionally-abusive jerk who's slept with almost every woman he's ever met, but he also sends stupid little text messages about stuff he saw on his drive home, and one time when he got drunk he sang the lollipop song and it was actually the prettiest thing ever, and he helps you pack even though he complains the whole time. He's all that shit."

"He once threw his mom's doll out a window."

"I know. He told me."

"He did?"

"He's always drunk-dialed me. Fifteen years now, and I'm his drunk-dial SOS." Diane considered her cigarette a moment. It was her first one of the day. A new record low. "I never met her, but I spoke to Beatrice twice- for his book."

"Oh, yeah, that thing. I never read it?"

"It sold alright, but it wasn't the next great American novel. Anyway, I called the retirement home to get a statement- got the phone number off of Bojack's long-time manager and friend Princess Carolyn- and called. This was before the dementia really ate up her brain- think, I dunno, almost nine years before you knew her- and she was still pretty sharp. I said, 'hi, this is Diane Nyguyen, I'm ghost-writing a novel about your son, Bojack' and she said, 'what, is he too lazy to write it himself'?"

Hollyhock winced. "Woof."

"Oh, I'm just getting started." Diane flicked some ash away. "We went in circles a bit, but eventually I laid it out for her. 'Mrs. Horseman', I said, 'I'm writing about your son's life, and as such I have called to see if you had any note-worthy stories or quotes you'd like to add'. She was pretty quiet for a minute. Then she said, 'sure, why not, I'm dying anyway. Might as well debase myself even more.' She told me all about her husband, Butterscotch-"

"Bojack never said much about him."

"There wasn't much to say, honestly. Bojack took after him and he always hated himself for it. Beatrice despised her husband for being unfaithful, bitter, and sexist. And she told me, 'now, put this in your little book, girl, and put it word-for-word. Bojack took after him, but he had the sense to be a bit quieter about it; which is a bit like saying the hissing roach is less disturbing to the eyes than the American one because it eats leaves instead of garbage. They're both insects, and they're both a waste of the paper their books were written on'." She paused. "Gotta say, she was damn eloquent."

Hollyhock winced again. "Double woof."

"It's the one story I never put into One Trick Pony. Not because I thought she'd regret saying it, or because it wouldn't fit the tone of the book, but because I knew it'd rip Bojack apart. Even back then, I was putting him above my own job. He has a way of worming into things like that." Diane stamped out the rest of the smoke, then pulled out another one. "I used to smoke like a freight train, but now it's only when I get worked up. Sorry about the second-hand."

Hollyhock was quiet again, but this time it was more pensive than anything else. "I... wrote him a letter. I actually don't even know if he read it, because he kept sending me voicemails telling me he would, but he never told me he did before I changed my number. I thought it'd be over. I thought I was moving on, but..."

"Moving on isn't the same as moving away," Diane said. "Trust me. I've packed houses before. But even now, I still find myself looking for him in the news, or thinking back to the good times we had."

"Mhmm. He tried to learn sports for me, you know? Because he wanted to cheer me on. And that still means a lot to me. But then I remember that interview, and I just... I just can't do it. I can't talk to someone who's done stuff like that."

"That's completely in your right! I know you're a grown-up, but you're still pretty young, you know? Bojack's in his fifties. His problems shouldn't be on anyone, but they especially shouldn't be on you."

"You won't tell him I came, will you? I know you're friends, but..."

"I think your definition of friendship is a bit different from us, kiddo. I mean, we haven't spoken in almost a year now. I just go see his movies, and he sends me long rambling reviews about my books, and we follow each other on social media."

"That feels like friendship," she concurred. "Mrs. Nyguyen?"

"God, don't. Diane."

"Diane. Did you and Bojack….?"

"Nope. But not because he didn't want to. I was dating when we first met, and married a good chunk of the time I lived in L.A. Now I'm married again. If I hadn't been... well, he would've tried, if nothing else."

"And you?"

She pursed her lips. "There was a time where I lived in his house and spent every day getting shitfaced drunk, and nothing skeevy happened. He'd come home, I'd be drunk and when was Bojack not drunk? We'd drink more and we'd watch reruns of Horsin' Around. I liked that. It wasn't healthy, but I liked it. And I liked him. I try not to think too hard about it, but... I dunno, honestly."

Hollyhock pulled her knees to her chest. "I came here hoping to find a way to stop missing him. Now I just miss him even more? I hate emotions."

Diane smiled. It was bittersweet. "Now you sound like a true Horseman."

#BoJack Horseman #BH Fanfic #BH Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Diane Nguyen #Hollyhock Manheim Mannheim Guerrero Robinson Zilberschlag Hsung Fonzerelli McQuack #Unfinished Work

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millenniumringg · 5 months

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Was tagged by my beloveds @justapalspal. and @yuusaris to do the "share a few paragraphs from your WIP" tag game :3 I've been kind of radio silent on my fics lately so here's my chance to prove I've been working on stuff LMAO

If you wanna do this, DO IT!! I don't know who to tag off the top of my head cuz tired... but DO THIS IF U WANT!!! YEAH YOU!!!!

So, here are some bits from some of my WIPs :-) there may be spoilers for some fics like Ghostbusters and Clean Sneak, but nothing too detailed ;)

From Ghostbusters! A Yugioh AU

(From the unfortunately delayed final chapter (im so sorry its gonna come i swear) where Ryou and Yugi are desperately trying to figure out how to solve the current Ghost Dilemma that is rapidly consuming Domino)

Ryou held the phone out between himself and Yugi. They waited, holding their breath in hopes they might actually get someone to answer the phone.

“Kaiba Corp, how can I assist you?”

Ryou and Yugi stared at each other. They weren’t really expecting an answer.

“Um,” Yugi quickly spoke up, “Yes, um, is Seto Kaiba available?”

“I’m sorry sir. Mister Kaiba is very busy. I can take a—”

“Busy with what?” Ryou challenged. “Listen lady, I don’t know if you’ve been outside, but it’s like night of the living dead out there. Get Kaiba on the phone and tell him it’s the Ghostbusters.”

“The Ghostbusters? I… I’m not sure if he—”

Yugi groaned. “Please just get him on the phone. He needs our help and we need his. It’s an emergency!”

The woman on the other line made a distressed hum. She seemed nervous, but Ryou and Yugi knew there was no time to lose.

Eventually, the woman sighed. “Please hold.”

When the line went quiet, Ryou grinned at Yugi.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that actually worked.”

Yugi nodded, but his excitement quickly faded. “That was the easy part, though.”

From The Clean Sneak

(Continuing from the train capture gone awry, Yugi, Atem, Mai, and Isis must come up with a plan to get Amir away from Ryou)

“I promised to look out for my brothers, Mai.”

“Isis…” Mai hummed with uncertainty, for she recognized that determined look in Isis’ eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’m saving Amir from himself.” Isis pushed her rifle into Mai’s hands before reaching behind herself to pull out a revolver. The handle was wooden with beautiful, delicate pearl designs embedded into it. She opened up the cylinder, counting the bullets inside.

“Three shots Mai,” She continued, but Mai wasn’t convinced.

“Three shots and what? You’ll shoot him and drag him off the train?! Isis, you’re not thinking straight. We have to—”

“We have to save Ryou. I’m saving my brother. My family.” Isis opened up the sleeper car door, her revolver in hand. “I’m just going to talk to him.”

“Talk to him?!” All three of the others in the train car exclaimed, looking at Isis in shock.

“Sweetie, I don’t think he wants to talk anymore. I think you need to think this over a little more—”

From an untitled Heartshipping ficlet

(I'm currently working on something for @ninjam117 's birthday... so here's a snippet of that >:) )

Thinking about it made Yugi blush. He put his head in his hands, angry at himself for having such… tainted thoughts about a stranger. About an alluring young man. A pale, green-eyed, white-haired angel.

Yugi groaned to himself. He was hopeless. The man wasn’t coming. It was well past midnight. Probably 2am. He should get some rest already. He was sure the young man had better places to be anyway.

With a heavy sigh, Yugi straightened up. He tilted his head toward the moon in the distance, gazing at it and the stars momentarily before forcing himself to turn away.

With his head low, Yugi quietly shut the balcony French doors. He shut all the curtains, then crawled into bed, not even bothering to take his party garments off.

The sheer curtains over the French doors did little to hide the moonlight. It bothered Yugi, for the light was so pale and magical. A perfect night to experience something… new. Something fantastic.

Yugi’s eyelids grew heavy. His blinking slowed as he stared at the edge of his bed, at the elegant night sky.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

Eventually, Yugi shut his eyes, sleep having taken him over.

From Cornered 2 title pending maybe

(Yes I'm making a sequel, yes I'm insane. First snippet is from chapter 1)

It didn’t take long at all for the two to peel their clothes off. They’d done it countless times before. It was almost as routine to shower together as it was to work out together.

The water was running. Malik and Ryou were kissing, holding each other almost unbearably close.

“We’re going to be late,” Malik murmured between kisses, but Ryou was relentless. He held onto Malik’s head and kissed him over and over again. Eventually, Malik had to pull himself free to laugh.

Ryou groaned. He leaned his head into the crook of Malik’s neck, his arms wrapped around his lover’s body.

“Fine.” But Ryou didn’t move. He closed his eyes, reveling in the peace that came with being close to Malik.

Malik hugged Ryou back. They stood under the running water for a while, content to remain in the embrace for as long as possible.

“I love you,” Ryou whispered, not wanting to ruin the peace by speaking too loud.

Malik smiled. He held Ryou tighter and kissed Ryou’s head.

“I love you, too.”

Ryou pulled away. He looked at Malik, thankful his face was already red from the run so Malik couldn’t see how much he was blushing. He felt over Malik’s shoulders, trailing his hands down along his chest and to his sides.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Malik asked. Ryou closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and nodded.

Ryou turned around and let Malik do his wonders. His hands were so gentle. So warm and kind and never malicious.

“Is this okay?” He would ask frequently and Ryou would reply, “Yes. Perfect.”

“I think you might be due for a trim soon,” Malik commented. “Your hair is getting longer.”

Ryou hummed. “Yeah. Probably.”

Malik gently tilted Ryou’s head back to rinse the soap out. Then, of course, as always, Ryou did the same for Malik.

“Do you remember when we first did this?” Ryou asked, keeping his eyes fixated on the lathering task. “And we cried.”

Malik let out a thoughtful hum. “Of course I do.”

Ryou smiled a little. The memory was bittersweet, but felt more sweet as time went on.

“...Is everything okay?” Malik asked, hesitance in his tone.

“Everything is just fine,” Ryou replied, tilting Malik’s head back to rinse the soap. He hummed happily.

From Cornered 2... But some time later in the fic

(Another taste of what's inevitably to come in Cornered 2 but THATS IT no more sippies ... maybe)

Ryou forced his legs to back away. He forced his eyes to tear away, but nothing seemed to help. The gym spun around him. Voices that weren’t there were on a loop, getting louder and louder.

He hurried to the locker room, bumping into one or two people along the way. His shoulders were tense, his hands balled up tight.

Unfortunately, the locker room did not provide the solace Ryou, for some reason, thought it would.

Stiffly, Ryou sat down on the bench, holding his head in his hands.

He wanted this to stop. He wanted the voices to stop. He wanted the panic to stop.

But thinking such things only made it worse. It wasn’t going to stop. It was never going to stop. These things already happened to him. Ryou couldn’t go back in time and fix it. He couldn’t go back and… and…

You’re never going to forget me, you know.

“I know,” Ryou said aloud, answering the voice in his head.

Every time you sleep, you’ll dream of me.

“I know,” Ryou said louder.

Every time you close your eyes—

“I SEE YOU!” Ryou shouted abruptly, rising to his feet.

“I see you every day! I hear you every day! Shut up! Be quiet! Just be fucking quiet!”

Ryou wanted to punch the lockers. He wanted to throw all of his things and roll on the floor and sob, but the only thing he could bring himself to do was stand in the middle of the locker room and yell.

No…

No.

“Fuck you,” Ryou said aloud again, smashing his hand into his locker before pulling it open aggressively. “I’m in control. I’m in control. I AM IN CONTROL!”

“Are you..?”

Ryou nearly screamed. He jumped, not expecting Jounouchi’s voice to be so close.

Oh god. Ryou had forgotten he was in public. The locker room wasn’t empty. Dozens of eyes were staring at him.

Ryou thought he might throw up.

“Hey, Touzoku, it’s okay—”

Ryou shoved Jounouchi’s hands away. He didn’t know why, though. He could really use the comfort.

…The only comfort he wanted, though, was the only comfort he couldn’t have.

“I-I…” Ryou swallowed. He searched for words that weren’t angry or rude or frantic, but it was hard. “I’m leaving. I need to go.”

Jounouchi frowned. He stepped away as Ryou chaotically shoved things in his gym bag and walked out of the locker room.

“Where are you going? Let me drive you.”

“I can drive myself,” Ryou said through gritted teeth, though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be mean to Jounouchi at all, but right now that was all he could give him.

“Please, Touzoku,” Jounouchi urged, following Ryou outside. “Something is wrong. You’re not—”

“Of course something is wrong!” Ryou practically screeched, whirling around to glare at Jounouchi. “Something has been wrong with me for four fucking years, Katsuya! I can’t get away from a man in prison and my fucking fiancee is in a fucking coma!”

Ryou was out of breath. People in the gym were gathered by the front door, watching the commotion.

“Touzoku…”

“Jounouchi,” Ryou breathed. “I..” He put a hand up in the air, shaking his head. “I can’t. I need to see Malik. That’s all I want to do right now.”

#ahem #i have more but i got tired #anyways thank you my beloveds for the tag #i've kind of been in a weird slump this week and this sort of inspired me to create things #yippee :-)#peace and love on the planet earth #i swear ghostbusters will be done so soon i cant believe i. let it go this loooooong it wasn't supposed to be this wayyyyy #:'(#oh well i will get to it when i get to it i prommy <33333

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steventhusiast · 3 months

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WIP word search game

i am so late to doing this i just haven't been writing much until recently fhdgsjfkds but thank you for the tags @subbaculture and @finntheehumaneater i'm going to mash both of your tags into one and do the words i actually have written in my WIPs (somehow a bunch of these very commonly written words just aren't in any of my current WIPs LMAO)

if you saw me post this twice no you didn't... (i read the list of words wrong)

my words: sigh, stupid, comfort, silence, resistance, breath, love, touched, broken, baby

your words: sensitive, escape, sun, reach, gentle

tagging: @cranberrymoons @hairstevington @sunflowerharrington @penny00dreadful @klausinamarink (no pressure! and sorry for tagging if u don't like getting tagged in these kinds of posts <3)

snippets:

Sigh from untitled 'but i'm a cheerleader' au

Anger’s starting to overtake the feeling of numbness, so Steve looks away. Back to the only other things there are to look at right now: the trees and fields surrounding him. He can’t help the puff of air he lets out against the glass, and frowns when it fogs up his view slightly. Now what’s he supposed to look at? “Sigh one more time, it might get’cha out of here.” Henry says from the driver’s seat, voice rough and loud as it cuts through the silence.

Comfort from fast friends

"Well, I guess they don't come here every morning, babe." He tried to comfort Sam, but only gets a huff in response. Man, he forgot how dramatic six-year-olds tended to be when presented with reason.

Silence from fast friends

They both sat awkwardly, legs bent right up to their chests from how low they were sitting, and waited for the two girls to come over to them. “Name’s Steve, by the way.” Steve said to fill the silence, and the other man smiled at the slightly awkward tone of voice. “Eddie.” He responded. Steve opened his mouth to attempt to continue their slightly stilted conversation, somewhat curious about the patches sewn into Eddie’s denim vest, but was interrupted by Arwen and Sam running over to them.

Breath from untitled 'but i'm a cheerleader' au

He hears a long breath of a sigh from beside him, and snaps out of the strange Billy-induced trance he’s in. “Good.” he finally says to Nancy, and then clears his throat at how distant he sounds and drags his eyes away from Billy (is he wearing a different outfit to this morning?).

Love from fast friends

It was obvious he would love to talk about it, but Steve was never much of a reader. He frowned, vaguely recognising the book name, and looked closer at the cover. It was just a lot of yellow and- a giant worm? He had no idea. Eddie seemed to notice his confusion in his furrowed brows, and let out a surprised huff, “You don’t know Dune?” Steve flushed slightly, a little embarrassed. “I don’t-” He started, and Eddie quirked a brow as he continued, “What’s it about? Maybe?” Eddie cleared his throat before he started reading the back of the book in an extremely dramatic voice.

Broken from untitled asexual steve fic

"You don't think I'm... broken?" Steve worries at his lip as he speaks, refusing to make eye contact. This is it, the moment Eddie's going to realise he was born wrong, and tell him to get the hell out of his life. But after a moment, and then another, and then another, Eddie still hasn't said anything. Eventually, he lets out a pained noise, and suddenly a hand find its way to hold one of Steve's. "Never, Stevie. Never."

Baby from fast friends

“Can’t argue with that, baby Harrington.” Robin ruffled Sam’s hair as she spoke, but Steve just shrugged. “Friendship is complicated, Sammy. I don’t know what to tell you.” Sam seemed very dissatisfied with his words, and dragged her foot across the ground dramatically as she thought for a moment. “No it’s not. We should invite Wenny and her dad over for breakfast!”

#wip #tag game #finntheehumaneater #subbaculture

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ltwharfy · 3 months

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WIP Game

Thanks for tagging me, @daddygrandpaandthebeaver!

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So, be prepared to laugh about how I organize my writing on my computer. Why my system is this stupid is probably a result of my fic writing starting as a lark that I didn't think I'd be doing much of, but I don't have separate files for my fics. I have one Word document called "stories" that currently contains every fic I've published as well as my two actual WIPs. I also have another file called "story ideas" which is basically titles and one sentence descriptions for stories I might write.

Since I've already talked a little bit about both of the actual WIPs, I will also list the titles from the "story ideas" as well, bringing the total to 30, I think. I don't even know if I know 30 people on here who are fic writers. But I will tag some Burger Fic writers who weren't tagged in the post that tagged me: @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @br1ghtestlight @sailoreuterpe @nixknacks0-0 @devilh0rnsinc and anyone else who may see this and want to join in!

The Actual WIPs:

"She Fell in Love with the Drummer"

"Dating Advice From Mr. 'I'd Let That Dump Me'"

The story ideas (this are listed in the order they are in the document which is mostly the order I came up with them in except when it's not):

“Attaboy, Rudes!”

“Workers of the Wharf, Unite!”

“We Drive Through the City Like Explorers Going Sixty-Five”

“Hey Ho, Rock ‘N’ Roll Deliver Me From Nowhere"

“I’m No Princess and You Don’t Care"

“The Best of Valen-times”

“Lady Burger and the Alley Rascals”

“Zen and the Art of Being Mort”

Untitled Rudlee Idea (this is a specific idea, just without a title)

“Born to (Not) Run"

“And I’ve Never Been So Careful to Talk to Anyone”

“Speechless"

“Breathe”

"Ain’t It Funny How Some Things Don’t Change”

Untitled Zeke and Rudy playing basketball story

“The Hurt Gets Worse and the Heart Gets Harder"

“The Spy Who Was Roommates With Me”

“Here’s Looking at You, Trev"

“The Start of Something Big”

“The One Where Trev and Mickey Become Friends with Nat and They Discuss Lizards and the Movie ‘Big’ Starring Thomas Hanks”

"Crow No You Didn't!"

“I Will Go With You to Your Favorite Shows”

“I Will Scratch Your Back Where You Can’t Reach"

“And Hold You When You Fall Asleep"

“If We Show Up Late, I’ll Take the Blame"

“And Drive You Home in the Pouring Rain"

“I’ll Hold Your Hand When We Get Old”

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justlittleguysims · 6 months

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Simstober 2023 - Dead of Night

Chapter 1. Part 1: Creature Comforts

Here are the first two pages of of my newest WIP project, which is currently untitled. Please let me know what you think, and don't hold back, I need critiques.

Note: this is still in really early development, but I've been dying to share more of Derek. (He's my baby girl, okay.) Props to people who do this kinda thing all the time and actually know what they're doing, btw. Y'all are a powerful bunch.

December 18th, 2021 - 3:26 AM

Leaving work is usually a huge relief to most people, but not for Derek, especially now that his boss talked him into joining in on his newest real estate prospect, an old factory building renovation downtown. There is something about this place that just doesn’t feel right to Derek. Maybe it’s all the boarded-up windows, or the creaky, industrial-sized doors that sound like nails on a chalkboard every time you walk through one, or maybe it’s just the general liminality of a large empty space. Whatever it is, all he’s been wanting to do these days is get out of that place. The trouble is, with his line of work, leaving can often feel just as agonizing, and this night was certainly no different.

Stepping out the door leading into the back alley behind the reno site, Derek took a moment to compose himself before stepping off the stoop and away from the only well-lit spot for the next 50-60 feet or so. Looking out into the dark blue night, he noticed that the snow was finally letting up, at least for now, but he could see the distant glisten of ice on the pavement.

‘Noted,’ he thought to himself. ‘No rush, just take it easy this time.’

He exhaled, his stomach sinking at the thought of coming back here for another day’s work come Monday, but there is no use complaining, he’s not allowed to quit anyway.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the next as he walked down the steps, he could hear the ice and slush crunching beneath his chukka boots. He looked both ways before stepping off the stoop completely, just as he always did… you know, just in case. You can never be too careful.

Now for the worst part of his nightly commute, making his way down that dark ass alley. Not being able to see either side of him really puts Derek on edge, but using a flashlight and giving your location away doesn’t feel very smart either. It didn’t help that on this night, the constant sound of whaling police sirens was echoing across the entire block. Sure, this isn’t the nicest part of town, but the cops being this present in the area is a bit out of the ordinary, considering how empty everything had become in the last year.

He wondered for a moment why they were around, but then forced himself to drop the thought.

‘Nope, they’re not looking for you,’ he thought to himself, ‘just stop it and get on home.’

Walking toward the empty warehouse loading dock where he usually parked his car, he suddenly heard what sounded to him like muffled crying. He paused, turning frantically to search for the source of the sound. Gazing across the empty lot, surrounded by the abandoned factory buildings and very little else, he knew that, logically, the people who usually frequented this spot would have been long gone by now, especially in this cold.

‘That sound…what if that sound is bait.’

The dim, greenish glow of the old streetlights here was doing nothing to quell his discomfort at the moment. Slowly and quietly, he continued to make his way to his car. He must have been no more than 20 feet away when he heard a loud pinging crash, followed by a string of pain-filled curses. He turned on his heels toward a nearby dumpster where a shadowy figure was struggling on the ground.

Derek ducked behind a nearby newspaper box, where he huddled in wait, listening to the stranger try to regain their bearings.

“Stupid, you’re so fucking stupid.” They said to themselves, sniffling.

‘A girl? What- what is she doing out here at this hour?’ Derek wondered.

Derek peeked out from behind his cover, toward the dumpster. The girl was struggling to keep her balance on the icy ground as she tried climbing up onto the closed dumpster’s lid. It seemed to Derek that she was trying to make her way through one of the broken glass windows of the abandoned factory building, directly behind the dumpster.

The dad side of Derek’s brain began to scream ‘danger.’

What if this poor girl slips on that frosted metal lid while trying to grab that ledge and back onto the ground. If she doesn’t fall, she would surely cut her hands open on whatever glass may be sitting on that windowsill… and even if she did make it over, who knows what lies inside the building. There could be spiky, death machines or rotten floorboards. She could get seriously hurt!

Before he knew it, his body sprung up from hiding:

“WAIT! DON’T GO IN THERE!”

Stunned, the girl did a little hop while standing on the dumpster, losing her footing, and sliding backwards onto a hard icy ground below.

Derek’s spine tensed up at the sight of her fall. He could almost feel the sting of the ice on his own back. He rushed over, best he could toward her, trying not to land on the ice himself.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” He scrambled to help her back onto her feet, apologizing profusely. “Did you hit your head? What are you doing out here?”

The girl was crying even harder now. Shivering and battling for her next breath, she managed to mutter, ‘homeless’ between her gasps.

Derek stomach sunk again. “Oh god.”

“The cops… the-they r-raided our ca-camp, by th-the bypass. They to-took everything!” She cried into his chest. “I lost ev-everthing I-I worked for!”

She was sobbing at full force now, her body limp, and buckling down to her knees.

“They ar-arrested so many of us. My neighbors. Friends. Everyone e-else… scattered! I have nowhere to GO!”

“Wh-what about a shelter? I can drive you to one.”

“Th-that’s not how th-they work… it’s fi-first come first se-serve. They’re cl-closed by now…”

“Oh… um.”

Derek needed to think. He couldn’t just leave her here. “Um… well, first things first, we need to get you out of this cold. Uh-” he paused in mid thought. “Ah! There’s a Diner not too far from here. We can go there for now. Then maybe… I could, uh… call a motel for you to stay at tonight or something.”

“Then what? Then w-where do I go tomorrow?”

Derek sighed, “I-I don’t know. I don’t know… but I will help you get out of this.”

The girl nodded, tears still streaming down her face as she finally began to calm down.

“Come on, my car’s this way.”

“Um, Okay…”

Together they shuffled over to Derek’s car. Derek unlocked the doors, and cranked the ignition, letting the heater do its thing. He then ushered the girl into the passenger seat. Taking a step back after closing her door, he strolled around the car to lay his windshield wipers back down, brushing the powdery snow off his front and back windshields and side mirrors. Once that was done, he got in the car, suddenly remembering he didn’t introduce himself.

“Um... I’m Derek Moore, by the way.” He offered her his hand.

The girl nodded, ignoring his gesture as she laid her head up against the glass. “Morgan… Just Morgan.”

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kaelumizine · 6 months

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Interest check results + title reveal!

Hello, lovely KaeLumi fans ~

I have the interest check results here! There was a total of 20 responses (it says 21 but someone submitted again due to forgetting to checkmark an additional role -- so charts will be off by 1). That may sound really small, but that was a whole lot more than I expected. I was going to go through with a small scale zine if I got just 10 responses (if at least half were interested in contributing), it was stuck at 6 for awhile, then the last week it just EXPLODED all of a sudden because someone happened to browse the KaeLumi tag and found the IC (thank you for reblogging it, I owe the influx of responses to you!)

Now, without further ado, let's take a look at what we have here!

^ You're all pretty interested, this makes me smile.

^ We got a lot of writers on board, but a good amount of artists too! No MMD artists, so I guess I'll be the only one in that department, lol (and possibly a friend of mine, if she's not busy during production). I write as well so.... you guys are gonna have quite a bit to read haha.

^ This was quite a close split, but overall, having solo illustrations of Kaeya and Lumine as well has won out. We will have at least (1) of each of them! Maybe (2), but due to the close split, we will not have (3).

^ Pretty much everything basically passed but headers. So potential Merch Artists will be able to make anything for the above except headers. I doubt we'll end up with one of everything, but the options are there. Phone wallpapers and Chibi PNGs were most popular!

^ Medium scale won out! But I must say, bold of some of you to select large scale. We probably won't have enough contribution for such a scale, but I like your vision. This will still depend on the amount of contributors we actually get, but we do have enough for small scale and possibly the minimum for medium if some contributors submit more than one piece (don't worry, I've set a piece limit + you have to finish your primary piece as a safety net to make sure you actually get at least one of your ideas done).

^ I guess we're all really starving for content, huh? Haha.

Now, as you know, the zine has been currently untitled, so I asked within the interest check for title ideas as well! I received some lovely suggestions, narrowed it down to two, but this particular title stood out from all the rest. I just thought it sounded perfect. This was submitted anonymously so I cannot say who actually came up with the idea, but whoever you are, thank you -- I love it.

The title of the zine will officially be ----

Frostwind Star!

I just put a background so the words would actually show up against a white background haha. But yes, "Frostwind Star", will now be the official title of our zine! (Made the logo with clipart from Pixabay by OpenClipart-Vectors. Font used is Cougette). Thank you to whoever suggested it, I just thought it sounded really pretty.

Thank you to everyone again for your responses! Again, it was a lot more than I expected. I know it looks like a really low turnout compared to other zines out there, but for me personally, it was a splendid turnout considering how underrated this pairing is. So, I'm just really happy that this little zine can go through! Nobody out there was making one, and none prior seem to exist, so I thought to myself; well, if no one else will do it, I will. No harm trying, right? If it fails, I'll just make a personal zine of them. But it turned out even better than I expected, so thank you ^^

Look forward to contributor apps opening tomorrow! I already have it set up, I'll just be giving it another once over before making it public.

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