#fanfiction wip

[sak-supernatural]

AO3 makes my brain garbage ideas look so professional and clean. How does my rambling turn into that nice looking presentable story? It’s wild how much more motivated I am to do something with an idea if I make it into a draft on AO3 to see what my fic looks like as it comes together (also helps that I then have a deadline before it’s deleted). This is why I could never write a book, I’m too used to the validation I get from posting chapters as I go on long works.

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[genderlessjacky]

me : *opens google docs and rubs my hand* LETS DO THIS also me : *stares at the google docs , head empty*

#fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 stuff #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #fanfiction wip #fanfiction woes #fanfiction writing #fanfic meme #fanfiction memes #ao3 author #ao3 memes #ao3

[popczykpisarz]

I don't think you realise how much 250k words is, until you start writing

#ao3 writers #ao3 fanfics #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #marauders fanfic #fanfic writers #writers #writing #fanfiction writing #fanfiction wip #jegulus fics

[bunny-hoodlum]

I came up with a dark Shota x Oneesan WIP. 😭 I asked myself what it would look like, because I couldn'y imagine it, and then ofc it didn't take me too long to answer my own curiosity. 🥲

The current one I have rn is gonna be 5 chapters long and tooth-rotting. Just a little palate cleanser to work on the side. Though, I guess Work Friends and Narutoland were already that. 😂

The dark one could honestly just keep going. There'd be a timeskip close to the beginning tho, so it'd be more like Shippuuden Naruto x The Last Hinata. 😅

#naruhina #fanfiction wip #plot bunny #dark fic #angst

[azirawitch]

A fanfic idea that's sitting in my WIP pile. I want to write a Good Omens × Bridgeton fic mainly based on Penelope and Colin's story. Currently reading their book. But! I want to wait for Season 3 because of the differences from the book I really enjoy.

So the premise would be both would be actors for the series. Aziraphale as Pen and Crowley as Colin. The series brings the actors closer, but it's the season involving their love story that brings feelings to light. They've been friends since season 2. But when the show first was being filmed, they were barely on speaking terms.

So that's the thought bubble. I'll address it more once Bridgerton S3 comes out. But I have started writing small scenes.

Small scene: (Which inspired this whole idea)

Aziraphale smooth down his waistcoat as he relaxed back into the scene, the mist of rain beginning as he listened to calls between techs. A small shift as he tilted his head from side to side, then rolled his shoulders back, straightening his posture further. He couldn't help but look over to Crowley, who was at his marker and doing a similar ritual as he had done. Their eyes met, and Aziraphale wondered if the other man was still upset over his remark from the other day.

No. It had been silly and nothing worth remembering even if he had panicked slightly when he read just how soon they would be doing the carriage scene. Good Lord. Was he really ready to be pinned under Crowley?

"Places! And we are rolling!" Came the call that had Aziraphale shoving everything down as he started to walk, stopping under the covered brickwork to look at the misting rain with a small frown as Crowley walked up beside him.

A dip of his head, and he turned his head to look at the red-haired actor as they both donned the robes of their characters.

"Action!" the cue was like a switch being flipped.

"Good night, Mister Bridgerton." It was colder and no longer had the friendship from the prior seasons, nor did he call him Colin.

Colin masked the surprise and was looking at him. "Do you not need a chaperone?" A quick question that made Penton pause and turn back to Colin when he had been trying to walk away. He forced a smile as he looked into golden brown eyes.

"Spinsters do not need Chaperones.”

"You are not a spinster." A rebuttal that made Penton nearly scoff as his eyes filled faintly with clear hurt and a hint of anger as he spoke the next words.

"I am in my third year on the marriage mart with no prospects to show for it. What would you call that?" The conversation was shoved back into Colin's direction, and he looked uncomfortable with the shove back from Pen. (Deep down, it thrilled Aziraphale to have his character finally beginning to blossom and stand on his own feet.)

#good omens #gomens #good omens au #good omens human au #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #they're actors in this one #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction wip #fanfiction #azira writes #bridgerton au

[robins-treasure]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for tagging me! @jurijurijurious

How it works:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage

I am going to share six sentences from my upcoming chapter for Tales of Dani.

Turning to where Hob was, he sees that the mutant cat disappeared. Slash looks at his hands, claws still extended, and realized what happened and what he could've done if his teammates hadn't stopped him. "Come, my friend," Leatherhead tells him. "They are waiting for us." Nodding, Slash puts his mace back in his belt, and follows the two to the ShellRaiser. As much as he wanted to stop Hob before something worse could happen, he knew that Rockwell was right. 

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

#six sentence sunday #fanfiction wip #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2012 fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #tmnt slash #tmnt leatherhead #tmnt rockwell #mighty mutanimals #tmnt hob

[inexplicablymine]

A STUDY IN RED

A WIP Wednesday for (one of) my (many) current WIP(s) “Looking for Orion”

All of these are unconnected snippets from chapter two pulled together by that red string of fate

And that was why he wasn’t currently just seeing red, but a starburst of carmine, burgundy, and pomegranate all layered over one another like a splatter of emotion welling against his conscience. He now knew what it felt like to have your vision blocked by a blur of color so harsh it burns you up inside.

Because in the last few minutes Philip had started off his venting in a new direction, one that had the blood curling against Henry’s bones, and a nice shade of mulberry wine stain across his cheeks.

Every new comment Philip made though was another layer of crimson, another hit to that soft spot underneath his diaphragm that held what was supposed to be unconditional love.

that made Henry’s skin crawl with cherry goosebumps and the kind of itchy flesh that would leave his nail marks a nice shade of rust, like an old car left out and uncared for when the engine on the inside wasn’t quite what it appeared at first glance.

It was all too much. Ruby. Sanguine. Merlot. Scarlet. The colors overlapping till the only thing he felt was red all over.

He said with as much calm collected dignity as he could muster, before stomping off to his room leaving claret colored footsteps in his wake.

I am incredibly attached and excited about this story so I am very happy to share these little snippets.

The past two weeks of. WIP Wednesday’s I have been awol so I am tagging all y’all back <3 thank you for the lovely snippets @kiwiana-writes (your ask game was so fun this week!) @daisymae-12 (obsessed with todays!) @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites, @heybuddy-drabbles, @read-and-write-, @happiness-of-the-pursuit (todays is SO FUN), @sherryvalli (ummm literally anything I’ll eat it off the ground if I have to), @celaestis1, @cha-melodius (this weeks lil snippets are GREAT)

Also @14carrotghoul @cricketnationrise @lilythesilly @leaves-of-laurelin @roseapothecary @rmd-writes @adreamareads @gay-flyboys @affectionatelyrs pretty please no pressure if you have anything you want to share <333

#inexplicablymine wip wed #Looking for Orion #ao3 #rwrb wip #fanfiction wip #color theory is so fun #firstprince #inexplicablymine

[rainbowcolored7]

yo. Beyond Evil figure skating AU?? 👀

Dongsik is an ex Olympic skater who refuses to return to the rink after an accident that put his sister in a coma. Juwon is endlessly blowing through coaches, unable to find one who will work with him ('cause he's a snooty brat).

It didn’t matter how many times he was told it wasn’t his fault, to him it was. If only he’d been paying closer attention to his surroundings—like a good partner, like a good brother—maybe his sister wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed unable to do anything except breathe and sleep inside an empty void. Dongsik wished he could breathe, wished he could unravel the tendrils of his past from the chokehold it had on him. He wished he could forgive himself, but after twenty years he knew forgiveness would never come.

#my fic #beyond evil #jwds #fanfiction wip #i really want to finish this one #but its a struggle bus fic for sure

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

oo i wanna hear more about the desert husbands for the wip game

oh ho ho ho, you my friend have chosen torment.

for you see, we have a 140,000 word fic, a direct sequel to the 50k 'desertification' obimaul fic that's up on ao3, but! this one is unreleased and still in beta. it's so long that we're taking our time cleaning it up (with the help of our co-author/beta who writes a much better maul than we can.)

dilf season 2, as yet unofficially named, sees a return of maul to visit obi-wan on tatooine again, only this time he's got a favor to ask much bigger than a few krayt eggs and some cultural exchange with the tusken... this time, he needs obi-wan to leave the planet and come with him to somewhere very very old, and utterly impossible to traverse with only one force user, or, a gaggle of weak force users. only a master of the force will do... and there are very few of those left alive in the galaxy.

as you can imagine, obi-wan has absolutely no interest in leaving his depression cave.

#darth maul #(voice of the fates from disney's hercules: it's gunna be great) #obi wan kenobi #fanfiction wip #obimaul #star wars #thanks for asking! #🔥🔥🔥

[queermentaldisaster]

Ghost's down baddddd people

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghostsoap #ghoap #fanfiction wip #fanfic #fanfiction writer #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fanfiction #fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod fanfiction #soapghost

[ghvstlylovez]

been working on a longer 4ggravate fic for a while which i hope to start posting by the end of February/early March??

so here’s one of my favorite scenes ive written for it so far!

#4ggravate #poly fanfic #wip #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #haino #cyno #alhaitham #valentines fic #poly ship #kavenari #slow burn fanfic #current wip #multi chap fic #tighnari #kaveh #fanfiction wip #boundbysoulandwit

[space-writes]

zero context wip

tagged by @nightwardenminthara, thank you! since i have a new Vizaeth-wip, im gonna steal from that because out of context Obsession is always a fun time.

Rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

[ID - a red decorative divider]

“We’re a ways past what you want mattering one iota.” Pharaun’s voice goes hard, and he bites Vizaeth’s ear, hard enough that he cries out. A hand immediately covers his mouth, smothering the sound. “You’re going to sell me out to that cripple, and for what? You don’t care about Kenafin—you wouldn’t have your precious rat without him—so why the change of heart? Don’t you love me anymore?”

[ID - a red decorative divider]

No-pressure tagging @loopyhoopywrites @serenanymph and @little-peril-stories

Obsession taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #tag games #zero context wip #no context wip #fanfiction wip #snippets #obsession fic blogging #c: vizaeth thaezyr #c: pharaun mizzrym #im back on my extremely dubcon viz/pharaun bullshit #pharaun is being grade-a awful in this one <3 #also im trying to be better at putting ids for images so if i forget then poke me #they're in the alt-text too. im not sure which is better so im just doing both??

[isalisewrites]

Answer to WIP game

All right, @monsieurclavier, let me start with Ghost Harry. It's been about two years since I saw this prompt. I have no idea which user posted it here on tumblr, so if anyone sees this and knows, just let me know. But here was the prompt:

“Harry Potter! I killed you!” screams the Dark Lord in disbelief. “And now I am haunting you,” says one cheerful boy-who-didn’t-live. “Why? Did I not reunite you with your dear family and friends?” sneers Voldemort. “Well, you chose me, didn’t you? I am your chosen one. I will always be your chosen one.” The boy smiles widely. Too widely.

I never got very far with this one, but here's the fun little snippet:

He’d won, but at what cost? His sanity, it seemed. Lord Voldemort had won it all. He had defeated that wretched boy, had brought the Wizarding World to its knees, and now he had the power to restore it to its true power and glory. But nothing could ever go just right for Voldemort, now could it? “You’re dead,” whispered Voldemort. “I killed you. You’re supposed to be dead!” The wraith floated around him, grey and pale save for those vibrant, unearthly green eyes. The bespectacled boy shrugged. “I am dead.” “But not dead dead,” hissed Voldemort. “Why are you here bothering me?” He sneered. “Didn’t you want to be reunited with your dear family? What of your friends? They’re waiting for you.” “I suppose they are,” said the boy, though his expression aged him. “Unfortunately, something is keeping me tethered here.” He gave Voldemort a pointed look. “Any idea why?” “Why should I know?” “Well… I am the chosen one, your chosen one. We’re linked, aren’t we?” Harry Potter smiled widely - too widely - his Avada Kadavra eyes glowed with an ethereal light. “Looks like we’re stuck together for now.”

You didn't say which original idea, so I'll link to this one that another friend asked about because I think it's an interesting process of turning a fanfic idea into an original idea.

And finally: The Wizard & the Hero. It's one of my favorite original stories and I love the characters so very much. The story starts off about a wizard who has forgotten his name and is cursed to remain bound to a homestead in a cottage in the woods. If he tries to leave the boundary, his flesh will melt off his bones.

It takes a couple of chapters to remember who he was and he wasn't a good person in his past. He remembers that his name is Zael, one of the last wizards in the world - at least, that's what he believes. There was an event that brought great destruction to his people and he's responsible for it. He's tempted to forget again, but he chooses to endure the agony of knowing what he's done.

He survives by trading healing potions to the villagers who live nearby. It's rare when they trade him a book. He's stuck in his daily monotony. He's cursed to this land. He's cursed to never sleep. And he's very lonely.

Until one day, a hero (Leon) arrives to be healed.

Forget. Forget this pain. “I will not,” whispered Zael. His grip on his mug tightened. It burned the palms of his hands; he held on. A tear slipped down his cheek. Zael took a sip of his tea, grimacing at how it burned his tongue. I deserve this. That was right. He deserved this and the sooner he accepted it, the sooner he could endure the pain in penance. Zael the Wizard was bound to this place and he couldn’t even slip into the comforting void of sleep. Nothing would save him from the monotony nor the solitude. Nothing and no one. Zael let out a low sigh and brought the mug to his lips. “WIZARD!” Zael spewed his tea. The door flung open, smashing against the wall with such power and strength, the pots and pans rattled on their hooks and his potion bottles clinked against each other. “I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE!” Zael coughed on his tea, spluttering as he sprayed it over the table. His heart leapt into his throat; adrenaline rushed through his chest. Affronted at the audacity of this intrusion, he whirled around in his chair and glared at his visitor. A man stood in the doorway, very tall and quite muscular - a complete opposite to Zael. His dirty blond hair was shaggy around his ears and neck with a thin, long braid on the left. His pale complexion was a sickly shade of white. “Must you shout like a deranged hooligan?” demanded Zael. “There’s a sign at the gate—you’re not to enter my home without my permission. Are you so inept that you cannot read simple instructions?” He coughed, still choking on his tea, which had gone down into his lungs. The strange man opened his mouth, finger in the air, but Zael continued on over him. “And who barges into someone’s home without so much as a polite knock?” No words came out of the stranger’s mouth. He staggered to the side, hand slamming against the wall to brace himself. He choked; blood painted his lips. Zael stood in alarm, chair scraping against the floor. The stranger’s breathing rattled, wet and labored. He tried to speak, but it came out in a gurgle. With one more shallow breath, the last of the color vanished from his face; the man’s light blue eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed forward to the floor with a thunderous thud. “Shit—” Zael bolted to the stranger’s side, dropping to his knees. He rolled the man onto his side, checking his breath. The man was still breathing, but barely now. Blood oozed from his slackened mouth. Something had punctured his lungs. At this rate, if they weren’t healed and the blood pulled out of the lungs, the stranger would suffocate to death in his own blood.

This was the first scene that came to my mind. Just a very loud man bursting into Zael's life and then bleeding all over his welcome mat, haha.

And then here's one of my other favorite scenes:

“Figured. So, do you live alone?” “Mm.” Zael put a finger over the thick fang wound on Leon’s neck, pausing to notice the thick muscles that flexed as the man talked and moved. He slowly drew his finger along the wound. Since the wound was deep, it didn’t close up as quickly as the claw gouges. “Where’s your family?” Someone else had asked Zael this question, but he couldn’t quite remember who it had been. Perhaps many others had asked and Zael had forgotten. Zael chose not to answer, moving to the next fang. There were a total of four enormous puncture wounds with a line of smaller teeth in between. Whatever creature who took a bite must’ve been large… perhaps tall even, judging by the claw marks. “How old are you?” asked Leon. “I’m twenty-three. I’ve been traveling for over four years now.” How old am I? Zael didn’t know any more. He supposed there was a time when he’d been around twenty-one or so. A memory confirmed this. But time had halted here in this little homestead in the forest. He’d been one age before this, but how long had he been here… I wish I had the answer. “What’s your name?” Zael clenched his jaw. He healed the third fang. “Have you lived here long?” The fourth fang soon closed up. Zael trailed along the last remaining bites, the last of the flesh knitting together. “If you’re alone… What do you do all the time by yourself?” Zael opened the jaw of healing cream and dipped his fingers into it. He slapped some of it on Leon’s upper arm. He yelped, throwing Zael a wounded look. “That’s still tender!” “You ask too many questions.”

It's definitely a romance novel, if you couldn't tell. xD The more Zael falls in love with Leon, the more time and the curse is broken. When they kiss for the first time, the clock begins to tick. When they're intimate for the first time, Zael sleeps for the first time in a very long time.

I have 35,000 words on a first draft and I'm in the process of rewriting it. I really need to figure out the origin of things and iron down what Zael did in his past. But yeah, this story holds my heart a lot. I love these two characters.

#wip game answer #original wip #fanfiction wip #harrymort #tomarry #the wizard & the hero #isa's writing #fanfic ideas #original works

[ultimatedirk]

more show of my upcoming goosemav fic :3

#riz talks fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction wip #goosemav #top gun

[milktian]

shen yuan rizz master so true

this is written for an au im working on! i wanna get everything written before i even think of posting tho, and im going to hold myself to that this time‼️

#svsss #shen yuan #scum villain #svsss fic #fanfic #fanfic snippet #au #milk's wip #awld #that's just the acronym for the fic dw abt it fjdnkgj #fanfiction wip #scum villain self saving system #i wanted him to be suave for once so let me live!!!!!!

[joels-shitty-puns]

I wanna write but my brain says

#fanfiction writer #fanfiction wip #fanfic writing #fanfiction woes #fanfic writers #writers on tumblr #writer things #writers block