#my wip is holding me hostage

[moonandris]

#writeblr post #writeblr problems #writers block #writeblr polls #writing advice #help with writers block #faye polls #please reblog if you can #i’m really curious what helps people and what doesn’t #writing motivation #original writing #writing inspiration #my wip is holding me hostage #i have so much to say and yet i see a blank document glaring at me

[writeouswriter]

Things I have not written: The original story idea I've been claiming to be my current WIP

Things I have written: Three (3) half finished fanfics for the most unhinged fandom imaginable that I won't even share the name of, I don't even know how I got here, when did this become my life, why are there 3, when did they become 3, I was normal up to a few days/weeks ago but today I was literally rotating between all of them at once adding like one sentence or changing like a couple words at a time for the past several hours. Girl, help. I mean, I'm happy I'm writing something, but why brain, why.

#one turned into a romance fic and I never write romance on its own ever #i don't even particularly like shipping i don't really ship things but these two i'm losing my mind i hate them i love them #I almost put a s*x scene in there and i don't even like s*x it would've been fade to black but still i backed up like hold on here +rewrote #I'm only censoring that cuz the tags are susceptible to bots but like what's going on my man #i mean i know what's going on it's the adhd and the unfortunate object of my hyperfixation #but why did it choose this fandom #the rest was angst/hurt comfort because angst my beloved but still this fandom this one really brain? #i shan't say what it is of course leave me be #brain please i'm begging you write my wip do it do it write my wip now #i'm being held hostage by my own mind here come on yip yip look over there at the shiny original story brain #ignore me #fanfiction #again i'm happy i'm writing something but again why brain why

[lavellander]

been sitting on this alamarri v chantry andraste wip for 800 years so I may as well post it. still hoping to finish but 🥲 who fuckin knows 🥲

#i don’t wanna go into detail abt my Full Vision just in case i miraculously do finish #it’s the TEXTURES man……….. #the sword and shield and snake are holding me fucking hostage #idgaf abt the chainmail im never gonna be able to draw it well and I’ve made peace w that lmao #wip #andraste

[florbelles]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY.

before y’all say anything @adelaidedrubman did this to you, not i. further inflicting the curse on @henbased, @shallow-gravy, @heroofpenamstan (i KNOW you have wips stop AVOIDING ME), @shellibisshe, @preachercuster, @jackiesarch, @roofgeese, @arklay, @foofygoldfish, @blissfulalchemist, @strafethesesinners, @vasiktomis, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @8bitpizzacoupons, @confidentandgood, @risingsh0t, @loriane-elmuerto, @beautiful-delirium, and anyone else can @ me xx

i continue to write swib non-chronologically so here’s chapter Great Unknown. yes i am working on isabela fic no i don’t know how much more i can share of it for these before i’ve just posted 90% of it. have An Approximation of Six because i love my fragments.

she blinks at him. “i have never pretended i do not need you. never.”

(head thrown back, knife to her throat, do it, baptist, i have been ready all my life.)

“i will not survive it,” she snaps. “do you understand?”

he smiles humorlessly. “joseph says —”

she thrusts her index finger at her breast, digging into the skin, teeth clenched, bared. “i will not survive it.”

she does not say, nothing will.

but he knows. has always known.

#aita: i (‘32’m) know wife (26f) is the lamb of revelation and judge of end times #she thinks i’m going to die because my prophet brother explicitly said i could and she would not. #i goaded her when she yelled at me for firebombing the bridge a marshal holding her hostage was about to cross anyway. #wip tag

[dykefever]

any of those drabble writing prompt moments floating around…could go for writing silly little moments

#my wips are holding me hostage and nothing is happening #also. keep falling down youtube rabbit holes #this is what happens when you quit your job not the time i’ve been dying to have for writing . #just watching noel miller talk about reality tv :-/ #laura says some things

[johannestevans]

Repentance & Forgiveness

Our Flag Means Death. Rated E, Frenchie/Izzy Hands, WIP, 76k+.

Held hostage by Blackbeard on the Queen Anne, Frenchie can't sleep.

Desperate to just get whatever he can away from crew of the Queen Anne's Revenge, he knocks on Izzy's door and invites himself in.

Slowly unfolding relationship between Frenchie and Izzy Hands, as well as an exploration of their relationships with Edward Teach and the rest of their crews, delving for Frenchie into what it means to really experience one's feelings, to get into touch with and truly grapple with the depths of one's worst experiences; and for Izzy and Ed, into what it means to transgress, to repent, and ultimately to be forgiven.

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“Why do you ask so many fucking questions?” asks Izzy softly as he sinks further down on the bed, and Frenchie stays close, puts his cheek against Izzy’s chest instead of against his side, feels the warm, fat swell of his pecs, a more comfortable pillow than lower down.

“I want to know who you are,” says Frenchie. “I want to talk to you. You’re not exactly good at small talk, Izzy – when I ask questions, you answer sometimes.”

“Do you want me to ask you questions?” asks Izzy.

“Yeah,” says Frenchie, stupidly, before he can stop himself. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t know why he says it, because it’s such a ridiculous thing to say, it’s obviously Izzy asking it rhetorically or to take the piss, he’s not actually asking, and now Frenchie’s embarrassed himself and shown himself off as, as needy, or pathetic, or something, but it’s too late now, it’s out. “I mean— that’d be nice.”

“Nice,” repeats Izzy. “You like it? Being— being fucking… asked?”

“I like it when people show an interest in me, yeah,” says Frenchie.

“Oh,” says Izzy. Frenchie takes hold of Izzy’s wrist and he pulls his hand up, pulls it up to his head, and Izzy goes, “The fuck are you doing?” and then makes a noise when Frenchie works his fingers into his hair. He’s frozen for a second, but then he moves his hand, presses right against Frenchie’s scalp and touches through his hair. “Am I hurting you?”

“How could you be hurting me? By stroking my hair, you literally think you might be hurting me?”

“I didn’t know I was stroking your hair,” murmurs Izzy, but he puts both of his hands in Frenchie’s hair now, presses his fingers in against the scalp like Frenchie had tugged him to, and Frenchie exhales at the sensation of it, Izzy’s blunt nails (he trims and cleans them as obsessively as he does everything else) scratching over the skin. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” says Frenchie, curling in closer, sliding his knee against Izzy’s leg, touching his fingers against Izzy’s other side, gripping at him. His eyes are burning again even though he won’t be able to cry, and he closes his eyes, goes limp as Izzy keeps working to massage the scalp. “You scared you’re going to pull my hair?” he asks, and Izzy’s hands freeze.

“Am I pulling your hair?” he asks.

Frenchie laughs, and his chest fucking hurts, pangs right down inside it, and he uses his grip on Izzy’s hip to pull himself up, and he puts his mouth against Izzy’s, feels the warmth of his lips.

“The fuck?” asks Izzy, but he kisses Frenchie back, slides his hands down to cup his cheeks as Frenchie half-falls between his legs, coming to straddle his thigh, his knee between Izzy’s. “That what you want? For me to pull your hair?”

“Can we just do this?”

Izzy’s hands come back up, and another works its way right against his scalp again, scratches gently at the skin, and he feels the shift of the weight of his hair, feels how fucking warm Izzy’s fingers are, why does such a cold little man give off heat like a furnace?

He strokes on the other side, pulls and tugs at the curls, and then his hand comes down a bit, his fingers playing over the back shell of Frenchie’s ear. It tickles, makes his skin tingle and feel warm, and Frenchie shivers, leaning into the pressure of Izzy’s touch.

“You should pierce this,” murmurs Izzy, squeezing the lobe between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll do mine if you do yours,” says Frenchie.

Izzy laughs, which Frenchie thinks is a no. “I can’t have an earring.”

“Why?”

“It’s a hazard.”

“Lots of pirates have earrings.”

“I’m not lots of pirates.”

“What, you face some kind of unique fucking danger that means you can’t wear an earring?”

Izzy doesn’t say anything.

Frenchie’s stomach does a sudden, painful wrench. “Wait,” he says, “wait, do you mean—”

“Go to sleep, Frenchie,” says Izzy.

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#our flag means death #izzy hands #frenchie #frenchie x izzy #ouizzy #musings #fanfic

[passionartx]

Hi!! Firstly, I LOVE your Tangled AU, so glad to see Tails getting more focus in AU’s. I wondering: Do you have any general Tails related headcannons?

Hiya! 💛✨ Thank you so, so much! And ooo this is such a fun question. Tbh, I have too many, I could write an essay! This account isn’t as popular as my au blog since I’m pretty inactive on it so probably only like 3 people will see this… but I hope those hypothetical 3 people enjoy my inevitable waffle and chaos! <3

Will also use this opportunity to hype up some friends and people who’s work I admire!!!

A few of my favourite Tails Headcannons! :

- I love the idea that him and Sonic were 4 and 11 when they first met.

- Sonic will always be Tails’ big brother first and foremost… however, as Aosth Tails put it: “You’re my mom, you’re my dad and you’re my picket fence!”. Sonic having accidentally become the closest thing Tails has to a parental figure has a hold on my heart and I love how writers like @chaoxfix and my homie @myyla-x portray this in their fics!

- After having first met (and honestly even a few years in) if Sonic ever had to leave Tails alone for a while for whatever reason, maybe to protect him from a particular battle, Tails would deal with hardcore abandonment issues. Poor lil guy would fear Sonic wouldn’t come back, that he didn’t want him around anymore (which is made 10 times worse if you headcannon he was abandoned by his parents). Lil guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself <\3

- Tails reminds Shadow of Maria. Probably my favourite Tails headcannon! Though I guess it’s more of a Shadow headcannon… am I using this as an excuse to talk about it? More likely then you’d think. But ahh, those blue eyes, yellowish fur, sweet gentle childlike wonder, love of life and learning + Ian flynn has confirmed given her upbringing Maria was prob a bit of a science kid. Ah <3 Plus that brings the idea of Sonic and Tails’ dynamic reminding him of his with Maria’s and that makes me want to cry. I actually have a WIP fic about this headcannon but it’s been a wip for like a year… hopefully one day I’ll finish it cause I’m literally obsessed with the idea and want to see it through.

^ Also extra nostalgic about this headcannon cause my friendship with @sh-0-w-1-sh literally started cause they were looking for art ideas and I was like TAILS REMINDING SHADOW OF MARIA!!! And here we are almost a year later!

- For better or for worse he’s picked up a lot of his big bros traits. I’m talking puns, poses, that lil nose rub and foot tapping, occasional cockiness, being self sacrificial, the list goes on. Once he realises this or anyone else especially Sonic points it out, he’d probably be super embarrassed and deny it <3

Speaking of picking up habits…

- While he would definitely be scared by certain situations like this ( << the Starline issue 35 and 36 situation being a good example with other people being at risk and him not really understanding the situation or his role in it ) I think Tails would be pretty desensitised to being kidnapped or hostage situations at this point. He’d probably just find it an inconvenience more then anything or be entertained by the hypothetical villains incompetence. Me and @myyla-x had a conversation about this idea once and… it’s been like 6 months and we’re still talking about it. One day that’ll make sense. We got a lil carried away. Just a lil. Anyway someone get this kid therapy. <3

- An already pretty popular one but I felt the need to mention it cause I relate, but he gets so sucked into projects and his inventions that hours and hours can go by and he just zones out and forgot to eat… well, anything but mints at least.

- Tails is a theatre kid. :D Is this self projection? … maybe. If nobody else gets me @guiltypandas gets me <3 :,)

- I think Tails would be in denial if Sonic died. As smart and logical as that little guy is, given how Sonic has beat the unbeatable, has come back before and seems invisible… yeah. <\3 I think he’d always hold onto the hope that it would only be a matter of time until Sonic comes back… even if this time that wouldn’t be the case… my friend @whitecatindisguise actually wrote an amazing fic about this when we talked about the idea called He’s (Not) Coming Back (which if you haven’t already you should totally check out cause it’s amazing! And a heart breaking! The best kinda fic :,) )

- I think Tails has a heart of gold…but I also think depending on certain circumstances if he hadn’t have met Sonic he could have gone down a much darker path (which I guess ended up being somewhat proven with Nine in Sonic Prime!). Me and @casperangel have screamed about this too many times then I can count and it haunts me.

- Tails is a sweetie, a cutey patooty, like an adorable little house cat… but similarly (and yet again as proven thanks to Prime!) Tails definitely has a feral side. Especially if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep or gets his mints confiscated. @dunkinbublin and @studioboner ‘s accounts are absolute goldmines when it comes to Tails multitasking being an adorable lil guy and a feral lil menace!

- Tails and Tangle have sibling energy! I mean, Tails is basically everyone’s adopted little brother, Knuckles and Amy especially, but I think him and Tangles dynamic isn’t talked about enough and I’m super glad we’ve had some sweet moments with them in the comics! @pocketscribbs is feeding the Tails and Tangle nation fr <3

This was super fun! Thank you so much again for asking and I hope you have an amazing day! And if someone actually read all of this… you’re a trooper :,) <3

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #this was too much fun #i have like 1 million more too Ahh #literally nobody is going to read all this but I had fun <3 #tails is everybody’s little brother #they are siblings your honour #sth #sonic #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #tangle the lemur #sonic and tails #sonic headcanons #i still don’t know how to tag things what am I doing

[inafieldofdaisies]

Ship Art | John Seed x Sabrina Donovan | sketch by @felrija ❤️ || a scene from my WIP In Hope Of Tomorrow, snippet below the cut

"I won't lie, I was planning on killing you." "And yet you didn't. Why?" "A change of circumstances."

It felt like at least 2 hours had passed before the door opened again. Sabrina kept her eyes casted downward as a pair of boots came into view, crossing over the threshold, their owner humming a familiar tune. I know this melody. It was the song she sang in the cell. He was there, listening. The realization made her look up, her hazel eyes met John's as he neared, stepping into the light that spilled from the chandelier above. He was wearing jeans, a blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and way too many buttons undone, on top of it was a vest that belonged more in a courtroom than in a bunker in the Middle of nowhere, Montana. "Kept you waiting, didn't I, Deputy?" A dark smirk marred his handsome face, his posture exuding confidence, like he was about to slip into an opening statement any moment. Only in this room he had full reign, assuming the role of judge, jury and executioner. "Probably should consider serving some tea, maybe redecorating your dungeon. Red's a bit on the nose, don't you think? And I wouldn't rate your goon very highly on any scale either." The comment made him chuckle, and she tried to ignore how familiar it sounded, how it pulled on her soul. "Now, I'm not usually late, but someone decided to attempt to derail my Cleansing.", at that he unconsciously went to smooth out his dark hair, making Sabrina realize it's damp. Sabrina narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Did someone try to drown you, Seed?" Don't laugh again. And he didn't, sending a smirk her way instead. "Now, Deputy, enough jokes, there are more pressing matters.", his head tilted slightly, his expression almost... giddy. "What's a joke is you thinking holding a Deputy hostage is a good idea, you of all people should know it's far from it. Aren't you supposed to be a hotshot lawyer?", she couldn't stop her sneer. "Deputy-" Sabrina cut him off, "I have a name." "Yes. Sabrina Blythe Donovan.", he said it matter-of-factly, but Sabrina could tell he took pride in that knowledge. It didn't shock her he knew her full name, with Nancy being on Eden's Gate side no doubt information about the whole Sheriff's Department was leaking like a sieve. A dry laugh escaped her, "Next you're going to tell me the name of my first boyfriend." John crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, "Knowledge is power after all. And, Sabrina, you wouldn't be here if you didn't try to arrest my brother. You all had choice and it led to this." She pushed down the feeling at how familiar her name sounded on his lips, the twinge of longing it caused in her was nothing. It had to be.

"There was an arrest warrant. I was just doing my job. Your brother is a criminal, and now so are you and all of your people." "I'm doing MY job, Deputy. You're a sinner and so are your friends.", he retorted, his words full of conviction as he headed for his torture table. Sabrina froze, expecting him to notice a knife was missing, when he said nothing, she continued, "Why am I here?" The words came out sharper than intended, carrying the tone she used when interrogating suspects back in Portland, the one that got her straight answers and stripped away all the nonsense. John turned, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he leaned against the table, legs crossed at the ankles. "I should be the one asking questions here, Deputy." "Old habits die hard, I was a-" "A detective back in", a dramatic pause, he raised a finger, "Portland. And you left it all behind to work for Whitehorse. Can't wait for you to tell me why." "I'm not telling you shit. I don't know what you think you're doing-" John stalked towards her with swiftness that took her aback as he grabbed the armrests of her chair, the force behind his movement making the wheels skid across the floor. His face had grown serious, piercing blue eyes boring into hers as he loomed over her. "You will talk, confess every sin, no matter how small. I know exactly what I’m doing here."

Their proximity sent a shiver up her spine and she tried to tell herself it was the bad kind. He was so close to a point Sabrina could smell the musky scent of river that clung to his skin. He had indeed taken a dive, her amusement at the confirmation died down quickly. His nearness, the position of his hands as he held onto the chair allowed her to see his tattoos in detail for the first time. In seconds her whole world came crashing down, her blood froze. No. She knew these tattoos, had seen them countless times in her visions, had drawn them over and over to the point they were embedded in her memory. NO. The hand holding hers as the world ended. The man that called her "Butterfly". It was John. John fucking Seed. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Hm. A butterfly." He was looking at her tattoo, at one of the butterflies that wasn't hidden by the strap of her top. As if she needed any more reminders of the tragic realization she had just came to, John said the damned word again as he backed away, "Why a butterfly, Deputy?" He was back to being nonchalant, like the outburst hadn't even happened. All she could do was blink, wishing her eyes were lying to her.

"You still with me, Sabrina?", it had finally hit him she wasn't replying, that she wasn't talking back. Breathe. Focus. Snap out of it. "Wish I wasn't, won't lie.", she tried to hold onto her composure. Silence took over as John went back to his table, picking up a tool, looking it over then placing it down with care and grabbing another one, repeating the process. It felt mechanical, like a show. Her own knife felt heavy in her hands, the tip prickling her skin, a wake-up call. She knew what she had to do in order to get back to Savannah, imagined it in the hours he made her wait on him. Plunging the blade deep, ending a life. But doubt was creeping in... Her plan, the dark path she planned to take, there was a chance she would fail, she had seen him alive too many times. And her most recent vision... from the sounds of that one he was breathing and pissed off. John spoke up again, his attention still on the table in front of him, "My brother's church. Let's start there. You saw something." It wasn't a question, he sounded sure of it. She hadn't been able to hide her distress, even tried to stop the arrest. A new path became visible. A plan with a giant leap of faith. Probably the most dumb and risky decision she has ever made in her life. He wanted answers, and she was going to play along. For now. "I will tell you what I saw, but I doubt you'd believe it, they never do." Another smirk, making her feel nauseous. "Try me, Deputy." "I saw the crash. Before it happened, I mean." "A vision.", he nodded mostly to himself, "Joseph has them." "You believe then?" "They're from God. Of course I believe him." John believed Joseph, not her. She was used to people's scepticism, but she had a way to prove it this time. "There's more, John." Something flashed across his face at her saying his name outloud for the very first time, but the mask was back in place too quickly for her to figure out what. Focus. Her mother was good at selling any con, always knew how to approach a person, what they'd want to hear, which buttons to push.

"Say his name. Look him in the eyes and sell the idea, make him think it's his own, darling. There's always an offer a man won't be able to refuse, one he'd throw himself in the deep end for, willingly. And when he's about to sink, you offer a hand, pledge your loyalty. He'd be a goner before you know it."

A part of Candice lived in Sabrina, and for once she let it take over.

"I will tell you what's coming, but I will need something in return.", her voice sounded unshakeable, certain, the exact opposite of how she felt inside. John didn't break her eye contact, nor interrupted her. Sabrina got up from the chair, discarding the ropes as her hands dropped to her sides. "You've been untied this whole time, Deputy?", his eyes shone with amusement again. She took a few steps until she stood almost in front of him, her hand holding out her knife. Surrendering her weapon. "And you had a knife?" When he made no move to take it, Sabrina placed the blade on his "work" bench and walked back, sitting down in the chair and rubbing her wrists. "I won't lie, I was planning on killing you." "And yet you didn't. Why?" "A change of circumstances."

#look at them ❤️❤️❤️ #i love love love how the background brings everything together and the LIGHTING! #excuse me while I stare at this for far too long :D (no regrets) #thank you Alek for bringing them to life! #oc: sabrina donovan #john seed #john seed x female deputy #ship: the diviner and the baptist #john x sabrina #john seed x sabrina donovan #wip: in hope of tomorrow #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #art #character art #my ships #art appreciation #fc5 #far cry 5 #fc5 fandom #far cry 5 fandom #far cry 5 art

[lavampira]

tag people you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @ravensgard @hylfystt @erielake @rosenfey @solarisrenbeth ty my loves <3

LAST SONG: the moon will sing - the crane wives

CURRENTLY WATCHING: I’ve been rewatching both fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood + true detective S1

THREE SHIPS: all of these are going to be oc x canon sowwy but I’ll go with the ones currently running the show in my brain - d’alia/sidurgu (ffxiv), d’alia/g’raha (ffxiv), and river/xyx (blooming panic) (I started playlists for the latter two. send help)

FAVORITE COLOR: sage and mossy greens

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: coffee with hazelnut creamer and a cinnamon streusel muffin <3

FIRST SHIP: harumichi (sailor uranus/sailor neptune)

PLACE OF BIRTH: georgia

CURRENT LOCATION: texas

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single pringle babeyyy

LAST MOVIE: priscilla (2023)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: too many wips - I need an intervention or someone to aggressively hold me hostage until I finish them like we’re starring in stephen king’s misery ya know

and no pressure tagging: @hythlodaes @winedark @aphoticfairy @gefiltefished @narrativefoiltrope @veeples @scionshtola @coldshrugs @leondaltons @kirnet @the-rogue-mockingjay @galadae @greyyourwarden @lilas @perpetuagf @bethesdas @newbordeaux @jennystahl @queenofthieves @sirotras @vampirebiter @piratebay @creaking-skull @elliewilliums @lysehexts @oh-yeah-no @verbose-vespertine

#sorry idk who’d want to be tagged so i just went for a handful ily’all <3 #dani.txt #tag game

[poppy-pelican]

Teaser for my Royai WIP

So, I dusted off this baby. I left off a couple years ago and it was 9k of Roy being an ass in denial throughout canon. It's all very, "We are just friends! Why does everyone think we're together?"

Then Riza loses it because she thinks Roy was killed.

"Wait a second. Wait. Does...Hawkeye have feelings for me?"

"Nah. No way. She's too smart for that."

Then she's taken as a hostage under Bradley and Roy is like, "Okay. Fuck. Why does it feel like someone has carved my heart out of my chest? Why do I miss her so much? WTF!"

I love to torture Roy and I don't know why.

#

Untitled WIP snippet

Roy knew from a young age what type of woman he liked—the beautiful girls who worked for his aunt. Willowy and soft, or with plentiful curves in the right places. They had long hair and painted their lips. They wore flowery perfumes.

As an apprentice to Berthold Hawkeye, teenage Roy spent much of his limited free time chasing the experienced village girls who liked the idea of fooling around with an aspiring alchemist.

Riza Hawkeye, boyish in both looks and demeanor, plus much too young for him, wasn’t on his radar. And he wasn’t on her radar at all. When she was fourteen, she accidentally walked out the door right when he was kissing his girlfriend on the doorstep.

Riza turned bright red and immediately retreated back into the safety of the house. She had recovered by the time Roy bumped into her in the kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. He didn’t want to get in trouble with Master Hawkeye for traumatizing his innocent child. “I didn’t mean to give you a terrible memory.”

“Yes, it was kind of terrible. I don’t think you’re supposed to suck both lips into your mouth.”

“Apology rescinded,” he said, tossing a bread roll at her head which she easily dodged. Riza so rarely insulted him, but when she did, she didn’t hold back.

She could tear a man down with just a few words. Roy preferred girls who showered him with flirtatious praise. Maybe it was because Master Hawkeye was constantly dragging Roy’s ego through the mud, but he craved even the shallowest praise from his girlfriends.

Riza clearly took after her father with her barbs.

#royai #royai fanfic #wip #wip teaser #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #FMAB fanfic #fmab

[space-blue]

vampire Q? i think i recognized all your wips but that one

It's an Avatar story in which Q contracts a fucked disease after getting a cut from an arrow. The microbes react differently to the recom DNA and fuck with his mind. The issue is that I started with chapter 2, which is finished, and the first half of chapter 1... Then bailed out on the part where the fever should ratchet up and up, till Miles loses himself and starts feasting on some RDA staff :3

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It all starts with the graze of an arrow, courtesy of Sully's woman.

The neurotoxin immediately gets to work, burning as it spreads. Miles reaches for the antidote on automatic, punches it into the side of his throat and tosses the empty canister aside. He discards any concern just as easily. They're pinned down, the hostages scattered, and this is the one fucking alien on this moon whose brains he most wants splattered on the greenery. He's not letting his chance slip.

His arm screams in protest as he signs for Lyle to go around dear Mrs. Sully, or when he grabs Walker and yanks her back behind cover. It shakes under the recoil as he fires into the canopy, half blind in the rain. It nearly gives out when he hoists the kid over his shoulder and clips into the lines. 

They fly off and Miles presses himself into his seat, head spinning and an uncomfortable stinging sensation spreading down his chest. 

It doesn't matter. He doesn't care. His son is safe in his arms. Bleeding and zoning out, yes, but safe. Kid could have had it worse. He could have eaten a bullet or an arrow.

'He'll be fine, he's probably concussed by the blast and fall,' Lopez declares after a cursory inspection. 'But sir, you shouldn't hold him that way. You could pop the seal of his exopack.'

Miles grunts and adjusts the kid's position, arm twitching in protest. Lopez catches it. Or maybe it's the blood, still sluggishly oozing from the slice in his deltoid. Lopez presses his fingers along the cut, pulling out his small torch to get a better look.

'You took the anti—'

'What d'you think?'

'I think it was a bit of a shitshow, sir. Wouldn't blame you for missing it.'

Miles can't exactly counter that. You don't lose half your team to three natives with bow and arrows and not call it a shitshow. 

'I got it immediately,' he says, 'and I'll be heading to the medbay anyway.'

To deliver his unconscious son, if nothing else. 

Walker leans into him and whispers an apologetic, 'That was intended for me.'

'And it got neither of us,' Miles mutters. 

An easy half lie, but the arrow head and the yellow, striated fletching got under his skin, just in different ways.

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That's what I have for chapter 1. Chapter 2 was in Lyle POV and much better imo buuuut, the entire story was hefty and long, with no way to shorten it significantly. I should yeet chapter 2 as standalone on ao3 and be done with it tbh.

Even made some doodles for this AU

One of these things about parasitism, building an organic convent, a sort of weird eldrritch horror competition to Eywa, leading the RDA and local tribes into uneasy cooperation.

It's a story that was discussed too much. It was fun to chat about, but my energy got spent on making the world, meaning I never got to sit to the writing fully.

I also had a really unpleasant interraction with some other fans around this particular story concept, so it really soured things, as often in Avatar sadly.

#atwow #avatar 2 #quaritch #vampire #vampire quaritch #wip game ask #answered #thanks for the ask!

[twopoppies]

gina hiii, have you read any fics that you’ve liked recently?! sorry if you’ve answered this before but i can’t seem to find any new ones!!!!

Hi sweetheart. I haven't read much because I'm (somewhat unsuccessfully) trying to write. But these are the last few I read and really liked

Secrets, Santa?  By @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 19K) disaster gay Harry in all his bumbling, endearing glory still manages to make his incredibly hot boss (Louis) fall for him. This one has snappy dialogue, great internal monologue, and scorching smut. I’d expect nothing less from this author.

yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter most) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 40K) I really enjoy fics where we get to peek in on Harry and Louis' relationship from an outsider's POV. And who would be closer to them than Louis' PA, Oli? I thought the writing in this one was delicate and emotional – the idea of reading about the pain of someone being kept from the person they love through the eyes of someone losing a different sort of love was really masterfully done.

no one's gonna know by jishler / @snowjosh (E, 9K) This author always does such a wonderful job of writing an established relationship fic where there’s so much warmth and expression between the characters, while also showing how much lust and passion there is. This is chock full of edging, exhibitionism, and dom/sub dynamics and it’s such a good read.

Golden by Shaylea (E, 128K) I loved this author‘s last fic, and somehow, they managed to write another captivating story that’s so immersed in the country it takes place in. I was sucked in right from the start and really like how they write complex, flawed characters that you still root and cheer for. It’s a bit neat in its conclusion, but I think it’s very much worth a read.

makes me wanna try her on by mercutionotromeo / @hazlouquitefinished (E, 2K) So simple, but so damn sexy. Please read this author's works... they're all among my favorites.

gold-skinned, eager baby by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower (E, 17K) This was soft and tender and sexy and beautifully done. There were wonderful moments of gentleness and vulnerability as Harry awkwardly expresses his thoughts about his gender and his feelings for Louis, and as Louis reasons and holds space for who Harry is. I really just loved this one. And I cried. So that’s a bonus. 😆

distractions by fondleeds (NR, 4K) one of my favorite authors. The writing just feels effortless. This one is super short but sexy, tender, and sweet.

And these are two WIPs I'm waiting on to be finished, but the premise of each sounds up my alley!

Light It Up (On The Run) by theboyfriendstagram (E, 10/12, 51K so far)

“You’re quite relaxed for someone who has a gun pointed at them.”

“You won’t shoot me.” Harry dares, hoping Hydrogen (or whatever his name is) can’t tell he’s shitting himself right now.

“Wanna bet?” the guy dares, a smirk spreading over his lips.

Okay, why did Harry think that talking back to a guy with tattoos all over his body and a gun in his hand would be a good idea?

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‘Money Heist’/'La casa de papel' inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is one of the most wanted criminals in the UK and Harry Styles is a law student who always did what his father told him to do, which includes interviewing for a job at the Bank of England. What Harry doesn’t know, is that his fear of standing up to his father will make him a hostage during the most notorious ten-day money heist in the history of the United Kingdom.

or

A heist!AU where Harry just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time because seven people are trying to pull off the biggest heist ever seen by mankind.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic (E, 22/?, 149K sp far)

When Harry Styles got accepted into a post-grad degree, he could no longer afford his flat, so he had three options to choose from:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there was one that Louis Tomlinson couldn't stand, it was pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. He was proper chuffed to move back in with his best friends and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite being opposite in almost every way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that shouldn't be kept secret.

#recently read #my fic rec #larry fic rec

[writeouswriter]

Anyone else create approximately 700 new stories to work on in the span of the last 2 milliseconds or was it just me?

#writing #writeblr #writer things #writing humour #but also writing aaaahhhh #in the past month or so i have created maybe 7? new wips all of which i really want to work on #along with my other several hundred ones you know #they are all very much in various stages of progress not much progress but progress #like i differentiate between things i wrote down one line or note for and things i've actually dedicated time to #the latter gets the designation wip if i have more than however many pages of notes or hours of thought or such #and oh boy i am drowning in wips #quite literally #i made 4 in almost the past week stop me please #blorbos holding my brain hostage

[beatlzee]

Some wips I've been holding hostage for a while. It's kinda pointless to me uploading my art here, but whatever. At least its out there somewhere

#artist on tumblr #my art tag #oc art #original character #original characters #digital art #digital illustration #wip

[gracehosborn]

WIP Questions Tag

Thank you so much @sunset-a-story for the tag!

Going to answer for The American Icarus: Volume I for this one. May do another for Ink of Destruction later, we’ll see.

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I had originally written the first part of a prologue on a whim set the night before Hamilton’s duel with Burr (back when I thought having this story be in one novel was a feasible idea). But a few minutes later I scrapped this because I thought a prologue was stupid. Years later I have gone back and added a prologue, but now it’s in the form of a fictional letter to the reader wherein Alexander explains why he’s sitting down to write his “memoirs”.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

I would actually love to have an original piece be composed. I just think that would be more fitting. In an ideal world, I’d love for the task to go to Lindsey Sterling.

Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

As most everyone in Volume I of TAI (and the rest of the series for that matter) are based off of real people, I’ll just be super predictable and say here that I of course find Hamilton super interesting. The man was complex, and getting to explore these complexities through a first-person narrative has been super fun. I get to be in his head and play around with all the gritty details in crafting motivations and stringing real events together into narrative form through his actions.

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

TURN: Washington’s Spies, Hamilton, potentially 1776, though I could see this being wide reaching.

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Oh God. The research, for starters (due in large part to my spite compelling me to go above and beyond what’s necessary), but being a history major who wants to specialize in early American history as it is, I find the struggle here to be more overwhelming than actually difficult. In terms of an actual difficulty, that would be the writing itself. As ironic as that sounds. Having TAI be framed as Hamilton sitting down 200 odd years after his death to write his memoirs means that I have to emulate Hamilton’s actual writing style and oof that’s hard. Also, Alexander Hamilton was very extroverted and I am simply Not That so dialogue is a pain in my ass. 😭

Are there any animals in your story?

Yep! Lots of horses will feature in TAI Volume I. And eventually some dogs (owned by generals Washington, Lee, Howe, and the Baron von Steuben).

How do your characters get around?

This is the 18th century. Everyone’s only options are: ride a horse, get a carriage or coach, procure a boat if on water, or walk. Lots of walking and riding feature here.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I’ve been stuck on this one chapter for months that closes out Alexander’s time studying at King’s College as he decides to drop out to put all his focus towards the artillery company he has been granted command of. I’m super excited to get into Alexander’s time as an artillery captain but man this chapter. It’s the dialogue that’s holding me hostage I fear.

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Oh definitely the premise. If that doesn’t draw people’s attention, I’ll be super shocked. Another aspect I can think of would be the time that the novel spends on the American Revolution in a way that’s vivid and detailed. Beyond that, I’ll just say that name recognition is a powerful thing.

Tagging with no pressure: @kaylinalexanderbooks @meerawrites @thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend @almaprincess66 @rwwinton and anyone else who wants to jump on in.

#tag games #the american icarus #TAI #alexander hamilton #writers on tumblr #writing community #historical fiction #amwriting #amrev

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the word tag

I was tagged by the lovely @duckingwriting a long time ago--thanks, pal! I am pulling from the four scenes I've got of my newest WIP, the one inspired by Peter Pan ✨

Pigeon, Mushroom, Testify, Hostage

Pigeon:

Right as she finished [her tea], the small sounds of a baby waking rose behind her. Disturbing a few pigeons, Gwendolyn climbed back into the nursery, holding her china cup carefully. She bent and set it on the tray, kicked the tray toward the door, and wiped her hands off on her skirt. “Good morning, darling Michael,” she said, bending over the crib and uncovering the baby within.

Mushroom:

Peter nodded at her. “I shall make a note of that to the housekeeper, Miss. Moira. Will you be joining us for supper? I hear the cook’s prepared a hearty mushroom stew.” And that had been all.

Testify:

[Jack's] mouth twisted. “It won’t do any good to get your hopes up.” “Surely if I testify, they’ll listen. The trusted servant of one of the victims. I have given Belle nothing but good work since she hired me and I've taken care of her son throughout 3 mutinies, 8 murders, and days trapped and stranded on this ship. I am nothing if not a dependable nurse.” Despite herself, she laughed. If she ever made it off the Second Star and wanted to seek employment elsewhere, surely her recommendation letters would be superb.

Hostage:

“You have my permission to hold me hostage for as long as you like,” he breathed into the side of her neck. “It would only be fair of me to let you have a turn.” Gwendolyn laughed into his shoulder and lost track of time as they stood in the galley, embracing in a sunbeam.

I'll tag @blind-the-winds @reneesbooks @writeouswriter @talesofsorrowandofruin @eccaiia @cljordan-imperium @late-to-the-fandom and anyone else who'd like to join! Your words are scare, weapon, hands, and bleed 💞

#tag games #marinating wips #find the word tag