#second serpent wip

[aschlindartroom]

#it me #writeblr #second serpent #writing community #writers of tumblr #bird and fish #second serpent wip

[quickhacked]

// wip day.

tagged by; @adelaidedrubman, @katsigian and @hibernationsuit, thank you so much!! tagging; @reaperkiller, @envergothash, @dickytwister, @shellibisshe, @secondsundering, @devilbrakers, @dekariosgale, @velocitic, @necro-hamster and YOU!

thought i'd do something different for this today :^) i'm working on a powerpoint (inspired by ezra velocitic thank u for the idea ^-^) to hopefully one day be able to explain the cyberpunk extended blorboverse that red reaperkiller and i have been working on for over a year now! it also includes my own story with vincent and his friends since the two stories eventually come together sometime in 2083 and 2084 (yeah i know the game is called 2077 i don't care leve me aloe). here's some slides to give you an idea of what kind of lore to expect :^)

#tag games #so many beautiful people in my phone with the same names so i'm using urls as last names now sorry #i have no idea who has wips also so i'm just out here tagging. feel free to kill me for whatever reason #sparing you the details of all the serpent projects for now but those are in there too. don't even worry about it #all our guys have their own slide and sometimes even a second introduction because there's different time periods i work in #the main storyline for the arasaka gang for example runs from 2065 to 2073 which is project cobra #but then some guys from that group of people become relevant again in 2077 and they look vastly different by then #it's a lot of work but it's fun :^) i'm over the 100 slides right now and we're not even close to being halfway there #cassidy only JUST got introduced in all of it and he is the main character of killing era alongside seb WEHJDHJGFDHJGDFG #also i'm showing off the family slides because of the face claims. because they are scratching my brain #the bullet points are incredibly simplified because there's so much more going on with these people but as i said. 100 slides. #if the relationship slide is confusing you wait until you get to see the club bodytalk polycule :( sorry

[writingjourney]

Sleepy Terzo NOW!!!!!!

pretty pretty please with smooches on top

This is really just a short, sweet smut fic where reader gets home, wanting her Papa but Terzo is already asleep. So she tries to help herself quietly, trying not to wake him, but of course he notices 👀

this is smut WIP, so MDNI, 18+ under the cut (f!reader, masturbation)

✦ ✧ ✦

Your hand slides down your body and underneath the waistband of your panties. A soft sigh leaves your lips when you feel the wetness between your legs and you run your fingers through your folds, teasing your clit with every motion. As the friction finally provides some relief, your head falls back into the pillow. You start to rub slow but intense circles, heat slowly spreading in your body. It’s quick and messy but you think you can–

Suddenly the mattress dips beneath you, a silent, unexpected quake that brings you to a stop as you try to make out any sounds that indicate whether he woke up. Before you can turn around a hand much broader than your own slides between your legs, cupping your own, and the strong forearm it’s attached to keeps you still.

“What do you think you are doing here, bella?” he purrs.

You shift uncomfortably, your cheeks heating up. “You were asleep when I got home, love.”

“Amore, you know you can always wake your Papa when you need him, eh?”

His second arm snakes underneath your body like a serpent, a firm hand spreading over your belly before he pulls you across the mattress and flush against him. One knee pushes between your legs until his thigh is pressed up tightly against your wet cunt.

“Do you think I could ever be too tired to fuck you?” he asks. 

#asks #wip game #terzo x reader

[gaiaseyes451]

Return to Eden - Chapter 3 - Final Chapter!

Chapter 3 - the final chapter! - of Return to Eden is live. Our story from @goodomensafterdark is now complete. I may visit this universe again in the future, but the story has a definitive resolution now (for all my WIP adverse folks and those who avoid angst before the comfort is written :) ).

Also, there is art at the end of the story - the piece that inspired Return From Eden was a gift from the r/GoodOmensAfterDark Secret Santa. Go check out the artist, copics_on_copypaper over on insta!

Return to Eden is rated Explicit, this chapter is Mature. Please, mind the tags for Chapter 1.

This work can be read alone, but it will make more sense (and be more impactful) if you've read Fractured and Shatter first - they're all part of the Before Eden There Was a Garden Series.

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale averted the second coming and were trying to pick up the pieces of their relationship when Aziraphale became plagued with nightmares. After hearing Aziraphale murmur a phrase from a previous life in his sleep, Crowley went in search of the one place that may be able to set everything right. Now Aziraphale must decide how much he wants to know and if he wants to remember at all.

Excerpt (Continue reading on AO3):

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Aziraphale stepped up to the wall, tentatively ran his hand over the stones he’d placed in the Eastern Gate, smoother now after eons of wear deep in the Earth’s mantle. The wall was low, worn down such that it resembled a border around a garden bed more than the formidable structure of Biblical times. “Why did you bring me here?”

Crowley paused, his expression both sorrowful and hopeful. His eyes roamed over Aziraphale’s face, as if he were trying to recall and memorize every expression. “Shall we go in?”

“Eden,” Azraphale whispered and he took the first tentative step over the ruins as Crowley followed.

The garden was familiar yet foreign. The path leading from the Eastern gate to the center of Eden was visible but overgrown by vining ground cover and grasses. The lushness of what had once been a carefully curated paradise had been allowed to flourish unrestrained. Tree limbs intertwined creating a canopy over the path that blocked the stars from view and could hide an angel and demon from curious eyes. The night blooms of primrose and gardenia and jasmine created a heady perfume as they competed with the day flowers and shrubs for their chance to thrive. 

Aziraphale wandered down the path in silence. Even in its overrun state he knew Eden. He recalled delighting in the blooms and birdsong, eyeing the serpent of Eden warily before making his acquaintance on the wall, guiding Adam and Eve down this path to be exiled through the Eastern gate. These memories he recognized, they were familiar and bracing—he had turned them over in his mind time after time until they were worn, smooth and comfortable. He was unprepared for the flashes of other recollections, fleeting and rapid like lightning, illuminating what he knew into sharp contrast to what he had once known. Before he could grasp the flashes, make sense of the fragments they plunged back into the darkness.

“Crowley, I can’t do this.”

A firm hand on his bicep turned Aziraphale toward the demon and he looked into his earnest, golden eyes. “You can, Angel. One step at a time. I’m here.”

Aziraphale slowly shook his head. “This is too much. I can’t- it’s all running together. Like that night- I don’t,” he paused. “I don’t trust myself to know what’s real and what’s not.”

“Then trust me.” His voice was soft but brokered no argument. “Sometimes the only way forward is through.”

Aziraphale wasn’t listening, his eyes had locked onto a patch of sweet peas that had grown unruly; the shoots casting tendrils on the surrounding plants as a makeshift trellis. He knelt on the path beside the plant, wrapping the delicate tendril around his index finger, contemplating the wafer-thin petals of the white flowers. Crowley watched him, silent and waiting.

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As always, a huge thanks to my beta readers @the-literal-kj and @hakunahistata!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #my fic writing #my fic #my fanfiction #mind the tags #mind the rating

[laundrypause]

Think: Loscar as princes who are in line to take the throne of their respective houses and Oscar who is supposed to be the future king of the realm because he's already been betrothed to the Prince of the realm who is obviously going to one day be King but is harbouring feelings for Logan. Obviously Logan doesn't know of it yet because Oscar's an idiot but Logan also likes Oscar so in truth, they're both idiots.

In my head, Oscar's the Prince of House of Moon (honestly the houses names need more thought but let the literal names be placeholders for now), one of the most powerful houses in the realm. Known for their swordsmanship and weaponry, House Moon also holds one of the strongest armies, second to House Sun. House Moon's colours are predominantly black with purple and silver as complimentary colours. Oscar's the oldest of four children and the only male heir, making it his duty and birthright to next rule House Moon. Raised to rule ever since he was a babe, he's known and grown to learn nothing but to be the perfect King. One of the most talented swordsmen in the realm, he's only 8 and 10 moons when he's already managed to hold three victorious battles under his belt. Now, don't get him wrong, Oscar in no way is a violent man but when push comes to shove, he'll do anything to protect his house and the people he cares about. It's like how that saying goes, “Don't poke a sleeping dragon unless you want to face its wrath”. Fitting for the prince.

Logan is the Prince of House Forest (ik, it's a WIP). House Forest's colours are green, brown and gold. Not one of the realm's powerhouses, House Forest instead is known for its handsome craftsmanship and relationships with magical creatures. Don't be mistaken in underestimating House Forest though. As much as they are peace lovers, they are as much cunning. House Forest is one of the oldest houses, having been established before the War™ so they know a thing or two of fending for themselves during one. Logan is the youngest of two children but the sole inheritor to the throne after his brother's tragic death at sea. The stormy seas caused his brother to have gone overboard and before help could've reached him, he drowned in the rough waters. It is rumoured the sea beast, Drakolia, a huge sea serpent part of the House of Seas had something to do with the young Prince's death but House Seas denies any claim that they or Drakolia had anything to do with it and threatened anyone who dares say otherwise with treason and consequently, death.

And just for fun, Oscar's sword is called the Blood Moon. It has a cross guard shaped as a crescent moon and the blade has the various stages of the moon. Together with the Prince's blood and iron– the iron came from the summit of the tallest mountain in the kingdom where it's said it was the closest you could get to the moon– the sword was forged under the conditions of a lunar eclipse. Enemies claim that the sword gleams and pulses under moonlight but no one ever believes them, chalking it up to pure imagination or delusion. Rumor has it that the sword's actually alive, that it whispers to thieves who wish to steal it away from its rightful owner, making them do unspeakable things.

House Moon harbours a secret, actually a multitude of secrets but one of them is being the ones who killed Logan's brother. It was all apart of their plan, in the name of their thirst and greed for more power and sway over the realm. There were rumors that the king and queen of House Forest could not produce any more offspring so Logan's brother was to be the only child and sole inheritor of everything House Forest. Because of that, House Moon knew if they killed the sole inheritor to House Forest's throne, it would be easier for them to take over it or at least, weaken it to the extent that it'll make their path for power a smidge easier. Oscar wasn't even born when this happened but he did find out when he was 9 moons. It was an accident, truly. He was walking past his parents’ chambers, wanting to sneak out for a late night snack. What stopped him in his tracks was the mention of House Forest (at that point of his life, anything related to Logan made him stop). Curious, Oscar peeked into their study. Inside he found the King and Queen of House Seas, laughing merrily with his parents. Though, laughing merrily is quite inaccurate. No, they were snickering, vicious smiles plastered on their faces. They seemed to be quite drunk and perhaps that was why their lips were so loose at that instance, under the pretence that no one was near them to eavesdrop. What Oscar heard was basically an admittance to the two houses having a part in the first prince of House Forest's death. It was truly unlucky when Oscar had accidentally placed his weight too much on the door, causing it to fall open and him to unceremoniously plop onto the ground.

The second it happened, everyone in the room sobered up. Oscar was placed in a chair, his mother's arm tight around his chest, halting any movements he wanted to make. A mage was called upon and a spell was placed on Oscar, wiping any memory of what he saw that night from his memory. House of Moon would not let their secrets get out, they'd do anything even to the extent of altering their child's memories. Nothing was too far. Well, now Oscar wouldn't need to think about l his family had played a part in Logan's brother's death that took an enormous toll on his mother, leaving her heartbroken and bedridden for months before she could get back up again. Logan's mother now was but a shell of what she used to be back when his brother was still alive.

Logan might not have known his brother but he knew how loved he was. It truly was an act of God when Logan's mother learned that she was with child, years after her first child's death. House Forest painstakingly ensured that the second Prince was well cared for and no enemies would be able to even graze a strand of his hair. House Moon had grown a great deal during the last few years. They didn't need to kill Logan for power, no, House Forest had practically been left to ruin after the first Prince's death. House Moon's prospects didn't include House Forest anymore, they were in the big league now and when their Queen gave birth to the house's first prince, it was a no-brainer for them to betroth young Oscar to Prince Lando of House Sun.

#loscar #loscar fantasy au #if you couldnt tell this was inspired by hotd #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar fic #loscar fic au #i love fantasy so much you dont even know

[kotias]

WIP Tag Game!

EDITS MADE: tumblr was stupid and didn't take into account the changes I made to the WIPs when I clicked on Post, as I took one of the posts I was tagged into as model. Apologies for the confusion.

If you’re tagged, make a new post (instead of reblogging) and share 1-2 sentences from your most recent WIPs with no context— Let your followers guess! (in the answers or in the asks, as you wish)

Thanks @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and @adverbian for the tags!

WIP 1

For a long, excruciating moment, Crowley froze. Another second passed, and he felt the angel’s tongue sliding between his fingers, which ripped a soft moan out of him.

WIP 2

The serpent's voice boomed, and the atmosphere cracked around Aziraphale. The rumble of their wails conquered the horizon, lighting it like blazing rain pouring on the region.

Tagging:

@daneecastle @smite-the-metatron @sweetmascherari and anyone else who sees this and wants in! (I think some amongst you will recognise WIP 2 ;))

Tell us your lines, you know you want to! :D

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens 2 #WIP game

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

I love polls so here you have one

read the poem here :))

Crowley pov poem

It's called A Serpent's Fault and it's basically about how Crowley thinks everything is always his fault.

The ring (it's a working title lol)

The Metatron lied. Why should he need Aziraphale to rule heaven if he can do it himself? And now Aziraphale is trapped, if he steps out of line Crowley will get erased from the Book of Life. He needs to warn Crowley. And there's this little problem with the second coming, which is not what they thought it would be...

Only Human (again, working title lol)

What if Crowley lost his memory soon after he got to Earth? What if he now thinks he's an immortal human? What if having no memories is the only thing keeping heaven and hell away from him? What if Aziraphale didn't dare to let Crowley see him for fear of his memories returning?

In the present day, Crowley is a private detective, trying to balance putting up with everyone's bullshit and his recurring dream about an angel he made up to ignore his own loneliness. But the dream is getting more intense. And then he finds out the angel is not a figment of his imagination. Although he doesn't look like an angel, just a human, a bookseller of all things. Things are stirring under the surface and people are starting to disappear. Will Crowley be able to find them in time? More importantly, will Crowley be able to stop the apocalypse he doesn't know is coming?

Art project

I picked up a brush for the first time in 3-4 years and im making a lil painting as a gift for a friend:)

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fic #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #go2

[mikhailwrites]

Soaring Ever Higher - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover preview

“This is Bravo 0-7. I’m in a hotspot, multiple tangos on me,” he hurriedly explains his situation just as a bullet chips away at the tree not even a few feet from him. He has no choice but to throw himself on the ground to make himself the smallest target possible. “Fuck!”

“Break the contact and proceed to the RV!”

“Negative!”

“I can turn around and make a sweep; he’s got the IR tag; I’ll see him and can provide support,” Strider cuts into the conversation.

“You’re RTB, Strider 1; do not stray from the course!” yet another voice, male, older. Perhaps Strider’s CO.

“I’m not leaving him there if I can help!”

“That was a direct order, Strider. Return to base immediately! You are not armed for close air support!”

“I still have the 20mm; that’s more than enough! Re-entering OA in two minutes!”

Ghost doesn’t say anything, but he’s bloody grateful for Strider’s help. Carefully, he turns and dusts one tango he has in his sights. There’s plenty more as another salvo of bullets flies over his head.

“ETA thirty seconds, Ghost; hang in there, soldier!” Strider says.

“I’m going to have your ass for this, Trigger!” Ghost is almost tempted to say something at that point. Luckily, the grey war beast makes a hell of an entrance right then. Ghost’s only warning is a shout of “incoming!” as the fighter swoops from the left and spreads some 20mm cheer across the jungle.

Yeah, I have way too many WIPs but I simply had to start this, because I fell in love with Ace Combat and then an idea popped up of Johnny taking on the role of Trigger and it went downhill from there. So, there will be a one shot. Soon. It could be a proper story, but I don't have the resources to support third ongoing project at the moment. Waiting for Connection and Serpent's Coil are still being worked on, don't worry.

Chapter 1

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ace combat #ace combat 7

[outpost51]

The 51 Post

so. bad week, if the prolonged absence wasn’t enough of a clue. but! i did write a... moderate amount. listen, i've been coping with sims.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 17 posted; K A DM O S.

Unlikely Adventures, Ch 2 posted; it’s literally in the blurb but it hurt me to write too

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Murky Water: the 7th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper finds her answers.

This Week's Jams

aliens (porcelain remix) || xylø, porcelain [spotify/youtube]

avoidant attachment || libby larkin [spotify/youtube]

fire fire || flyleaf [spotify/youtube]

no care || daughter [spotify/youtube]

let the flames begin || paramore [spotify/youtube]

devil’s teeth || muddy magnolias [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

hngggg i am. behind. it’s all outlined but my god i was too tired to write much

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

[affectionately strangles zadimus]

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

[vibrates] hhhhhh i love the orville scene, i forgot how much i love the orville scene, yes i will post the orville scene this week if yall bully me (pls)

Stellar Parallax

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Lighthouse in the Fog

8th short will be coming out some time tonight or tomorrow, it’s been an uphill battle to write today, anyway things have Developed in a Direction i was not Expecting

In the Works

i have noodled some of those random shuffle prompts. some of you are getting whacked with the emotions stick

From the Skwad

SSSC 006 wrapped up! see the entries here.

@thetrashbagswasteland posted a little too good to be true, a follow up to a little too much like me as their submission for MEBB 2023 and it is rife with snark

speaking of MEBB, @sparatus also published his triumphant return to His Original Bullshit: serpents in the garden and i am living. he also wrote skewed results for FFF208 bc we all need more teia

@uraniumwriting also wrote a submission for FFF208 in which caspian is forced to be a reporter for a day

we have FIVE updates from @teamdilf this week: a sweet piece in which adrien is offered some kittens, ch 20 of in-laws and the grandparents, this drabble that actually ripped my soul out through my eyes, ch 16 of man of many talents, and the first chapter of father, daughter, rocket launchers, and a side of wrex

@bambino1294 dropped the second chapter of upright tower and it was well worth the wait

@equusgirl has given us two more treats for sapphic summer: heaven or hell and if the bird likes it's cage so very much, why is the cage so tightly shut

@commander-krios wrote this squee-worthy despina/theron piece and also this stolen moment between jeff and john

@writernopal wrote a character study with mariel and sartor that i’m still thinking about actually, it’s wild to see how much the characters have developed between the first and third books

@asher-orion-writes posted another installment of fairweather YAY hhhhhh i fucked up and peeked at the last few lines before i read it and now i’m trying to wrap up so i can go eat it

Around the ‘Blr

@tabswrites blessed us with both the second chapter of ascension and chapter 4 of silver sentinels!!!

@vacantgodling’s art comms are open which i will be taking a look at given it does not fall through the holes in my swiss cheese brain, he dropped toph art that i’m OBSESSED with AND a lukewarm rejection sneep bc toph’s bday was the 7th. tell him happy birthday 4 me

bit over a week but i missed it last week — @autumnalwalker announced that the archivist’s journal is COMPLETE, so if you were ever looking for a reason to binge it, now’s the time (the anniversary is july 16th!). find it here @thearchivistsjournal

@captain-kraken dropped a sonhara lore masterpost oh my GOD

screaming crying frothing at the mouth over @liv-is’s fae headshots WOW

@void-botanist gave us the LORE on the revalo tailory & hotel and i will chew off my arm if tumblr doesn’t start giving me gd notifs about this

@artdecosupernova-writing dropped SO MANY shorts this week, so here’s the tag, go nuts; also a post on the planet holeph that i am eating with a spoon

we now have such amazing faces to put with the cast of @elshells’s agent ace (courtesy of @illjustpretend)

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

Ask to +/- in the tags, replies, DMs, or HERE!

#my fic #outpost updates #if i missed you throw something in my inbox or tag me!!

[aschlindartroom]

#Progress is great #Martin Hightower #age progression #I'd like to do this for every character #WIP #original character art #second serpent #writing community #writers of tumblr #bird and fish #second serpent wip #novel #writeblr #bird and fish wip #original art #original character #artist #artists of tumblr #artists on tumblr

[livingmeatloaf]

WIP Wednesday snippet

"washed up nobody worms his way into local governmental leader's heart" was in the lead when i last checked the Out of Context Wip poll.

Taxes fried my brain on Wednesday, so you get it now! What is time anyway!!

The summary refers to "A Serpent Among the Lotus", my double-post-canon crossover with endgame Jiang Cheng/Zhuzhi-Lang. Zhuzhi-Lang is stuck in a form closer to his birth form right now, mostly monstrous.

"I am dangerousss."

"Yeah? So am I. And so is the sect leader. If he's not worried, I'm not." Jiang Cheng shrugged. It had gotten easier to shed the awkwardness of referring to himself like that with each day. Now, Jiang Wanyin sat separate from Sect Leader Jiang, held at a distance if only for the hours they spoke together.

Zhuzhi-Lang considered him, propping his head up on his folded arms. "Tell thiss one about your ssect leader? He musst be different from thosse I've met before."

Jiang Cheng sighed. "What's there to tell? He's loud and short tempered and yells a lot {lists his negative qualities as he sees them or has heard}."

"Jiang-gongzi does not like his sect leader."

"What? That's not true!" Jiang Cheng huffed at Zhuzhi-Lang's disbelieving look. "He's powerful," he said slowly. "He has a very strong core." That little fact comes with a bewildering stab of guilt and grief that he shoves back down. "He looks out for everyone in his sect. He makes sure no kids are running around begging on the street with no home. He does his best to be fair in dealings." He was quickly running out of nice things to say about himself. "Um, he looks fine, I guess? People used to say he was the fifth most handsome bachelor of his generation."

"Only fifth then? What doessss he rank now?"

Jiang Cheng stopped. Lan Huan was still technically a bachelor, secluded though he was. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were married. He did not dwell on them. Jin Zixuan...

"Second, I guess, of those who were originally ranked."

"Handssome man."

"I guess."

"Oh? Jiang-gongzi preferss women?"

"Maybe?" He scratched his head, then shook it. "Who has time to consider romance or attractiveness or anything? We're still reestablishing our sect."

Zhuzhi-Lang hummed. Songs of insects filled in the long stretch of silence. Jiang Cheng fidgeted.

"Do uh... Do you prefer lady demons or guy demons?" Zhuzhi-Lang looked at him and Jiang Cheng puffed up defensively. "Fair's fair, you asked first!"

"Thiss one hass only found a human man attractive." Zhuzhi-Lang tipped his head, long hair sliding over his arm to pool against his chest in a dark waterfall. "Where does Wanyin-gongzi rank on the list?"

Jiang Cheng choked on the sip of water he had just taken. He sputtered some incoherent response about not ranking at all.

They turned to safer topics, Jiang Cheng complaining about the water ghouls that cropped up around this time of year and how annoying they were to hunt down. It was nice to complain casually. As sect leader, he didn't really have anyone he could talk this candidly with. They compared water ghouls to some demons and similar resentful dead further west.

The notes Jiang Cheng has taken from his conversations with Zhuzhi-Lang far outstrip the few scrolls they have on demons. He sets some of the scholarly disciples who work in the library to organize and transpose his notes into useful scrolls. After all, if one demon has floated down the river, what would stop more from following?

Whatever choice wins the poll will get a snippet post like this! Go vote, or send me an ask with a summary and I'll be happy to talk about any of these! :D

#My fic #Work in progress #A Serpent Among the Lotus #Wip Wednesday #Jiang Cheng/Zhuzhi-Lang

[mxlfoydraco]

Do you also follow some Drarry WIPs? Its very hard to find stories like that on recs. I am reading Tales from the Special Branch /by femmequixotic) and its amazing and very worth it and feels as satisfaying as reading a complete fic: do you have any recs of other uncompleted stories?

I would say Tales from the Special Branch first, you took it from my mouth! I’m new to reading WIPs but I know a few,

The Same Sweet Shock by @xiaq (20k, WIP)

One day, Draco Malfoy is going to get his life together. One day, he will be a respectable citizen. He will have a respectable job and his last name will no longer be a scarlet letter and people will no longer try to hex him in the street. One day, he is going to live a good, honest, ordinary life.Today, however, is not that day. Because today, he is driving a stolen police car and will likely be responsible for murdering Harry Potter.

survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller (471k, WIP)

In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they’re soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone. Their best isn’t perfect.

In The Dark by @bixgirl1 (102k, WIP)

In the aftermath of an apocalypse, Harry receives an order to find and bring Draco Malfoy nearly a thousand miles, to the tenuous safety of Hogwarts. But more than distance separates them from their goal. The world has fallen, and death is hungry.

Close Behind by @oflights (91k, WIP)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Leo Inter Serpentes series by Aeternum (902k, WIP)

Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?

The Dementor's Child by @xx-thedarklord-xx (119k, WIP)

Curiosity—the kind that got him here—was the reason his mouth opened and out came, “What is it you get out of stealing life from people?” The creature floated closer and all common sense that should have told him to step back was non-existent. Instead, Harry took a step closer. It was obvious what the creature wanted. He only stared for a moment, no hesitance before his eyes slipped closed and he took. Or the one where Harry encounters a Dementor as a child and doesn't flee, no he sticks around and mimics what he sees.

A Knife to the Throat by deluminatormischiefmaker (127k, WIP)

Draco Malfoy has always been the boy without a choice. When he finally gets the chance to switch sides, he picks The Chosen One. Set in Deathly Hallows. When Harry, Ron, and Hermione get caught by Snatchers and brought to Malfoy Manor, Draco decides to join their cause. The usual camping trip, but with a few tag-alongs, several detours, and quite a bit more romance.

Most Favourite Bedtime Story by SasuNarufan13 (42k, WIP)

Scorpius' most favourite bedtime story? The story of how his parents fell in love. And his grandmother tells it the best!

At the End of All Things by @quicksilvermaid (91k, WIP)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are real and Harry starts dreaming of them.

Mutatum series by Vichan (298k, WIP)

In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy by DorothyAnn (92k, WIP)

Draco lost his home and the only society he knew after the war. He ended up living in the muggle world, making new friends and new connections and maybe some sort of peace. Even if that peace was usually found at the bottom of a bottle. It was enough for him. He was content to just exist. Then Harry Potter decided to ruin everything.

I’m sure I’m missing a lot of great on going fics. Open for call any Drarry writers to add on their WIPs!

#drarry #drarry fics #drarry fic recs #my recs #drarry recs #drarry wip #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist

[runner-owen]

So I wrote the gender euphoria scene in my WIP today! Let me know what you think! It's a first draft so please keep than in mind when you read.

Context: my trans man protagonist Owen lives in a Victorian inspired world where trans people are common and accepted by most, so common there isn't a specific term for them. He's cleaning himself off in front of a mirror and thinks, happily, about himself and the world he lives in. Transphobia is mentioned and countered.

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As the water bowl filled, I moved to undress. Many preferred to bathe with their night clothes on, to keep away the chill, but I was no stranger to the cold. In fact, I even felt invigorated by it. So off went the cap, off went the shift, off went the socks I’d neglected to remove the night before.

Within the grand full sized mirror, I examined myself, my legs, my arms, and smiled. The cloth I found in the cabinet above the sink would do just fine for my purposes. It took the water with ease, and I smoothed it over my skin.

This body of mine, I’d worked so hard to perfect, and it was mine. It had always been mine, but now it felt as if it truly belonged to me and me alone. My muscles, dense and lean, shifted away from the softness they’d been before in my arms and stomach. My legs powerful. My hips sturdy. My breasts all but vanished, all but ghosts where once they’d haunted me during my first puberty. And as I ran my cloth over my cheeks and chin, I felt hair pricking up beneath the surface. Whiskers! In scarce months, I could grow my own beard! What I would look like with one, I could hardly imagine. But I’d had trouble imagining what my wondrous body could look like, would look like, when I began my potions four years ago.

I could not, cannot, imagine the minds of those who view us of second puberty as if we were diseased in the mind. As if we were secretly all miserable, and only their knowledge would save our pathetic hearts from ourselves, if we weren’t so stubborn about it. But they are the miserable, pathetic, stubborn, selfish ones. How can any look upon our faces and see anything less than joy? How can they look at us and think we need their cure? I’d sooner drink the serpent poison they sell in the traveling patent carts than return to femininity. Any that chose to do so, I wish them all happiness and satisfaction and protection from the toxic souls that wander our society. And as for those toxic souls, those papered brutes that claim we are misguided and have been failed by society, I say they can eat lead paint - and I have, in the papers and to their faces!

#transgender protagonist #trans fiction #trans author #writeblr #writeblr community #lgbtq community #lgbt representation #lgbtq fiction #lgbtq fantasy #transgender #trans man #gender euphoria #gothic fantasy #gothic fiction #runner owen series

[nat-seal-well]

WIP Wednesday!

(It’s like 7:30 and I’m sorry it’s so late haha. I’m in Seattle rn at a hotel!)

I was tagged by @ejunkiet :)

Tagging @friendlyfaded @pinksparkl @lovelylonerliterature @evilbunnyking @agentnatesewell

Under the cut is a(nother) snippet from the second part of safekeeping—featuring Nat and Marin, a Detective OC—that I’ve been working on 💙

The ring has been sitting in her pocket for so long now that the metal has grown cold, and at first she fiddles with it because the temperature helps keep her mind off the current situation, if only for a little while. It warms quickly in her hand as she runs the pad of her thumb along the ridges of the serpent’s scales. The texture is… well. Nat can see why Marin has quite an attachment to it. It is a welcome distraction as the seconds tick quietly by.

She is familiar with the stories. It comes with the territory of being Unit Bravo’s research specialist; her area of expertise tends to lead her into mythology more often than not. Ouroboros— sometimes Jörmungandr, depending on which culture the stories come from; the same symbols tend to repeat themselves over and over again—is a rather well-known one.

A serpent eating its own tail: a symbol of infinity. Time unending.

Nat has had three hundred years to grow accustomed to the idea of eternity. Death is still and always will be a possibility, particularly in her line of work, but it isn’t nearly as much of a concern as it was three centuries ago when she was mortal. It had taken a human detective thrown into their ranks to remember what that used to feel like, before her turning.

Nat has eternity; Marin does not. They act like they do, but that doesn’t change the fact that every single thing about them screams humanity. Their timeline is ever-so painfully short. Beautiful, and glorious, because mortals have always shone brightly—as if their brief lives drive them to stand out against even the stars—but short nonetheless.

We were here, once, they say. We lived and we loved and we will live on in all that we leave behind.

It’s why Nat has always loved stories.

But she loves Marin’s mortality even more, the blazing fire that it is. She loves it even though it scares her to her core. All it takes to put out a fire is a douse of water.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #twc n sewell #nat sewell #twc detective #twc oc #wip wendesday #wip excerpt

[sparatus]

Blood Will Have Blood or Sentiment and Reason for the wip folder game plsplspls?

"or" as if that word does not mean "and" when you are annoying and love talking about your own bullshit like i am and do

wip folder game

blood will have blood

blood will have blood is the planned sequel to my m.e. big bang fic from last year, serpents in the garden, just won't be for a big bang. probably. don't quote me.

in serpents, tevos confides in irissa that she intends to pull the alliance in as an ally to the asari republics, to combat the tight alliance between the turians and salarians and their influence over the non-council species; she feels that bringing humanity in as an ally, potentially even a client race, is key to maintaining asari superiority and bringing the others back to heel. in blood, tevos, concerned by irissa's response and worried she's straying too far from the fold, gets permission from the other matriarchs to bring irissa in on the beacon conspiracy. irissa, still stunned by what she learned before, is floored, but smart enough to keep her wits about her and pretend to be onboard and a good little supremacist.

in reality, she takes the intel to quentius. quentius was told by sparatus at the end of serpents that sparky and his two predecessors have been quietly gathering intel on tevos and the matriarchs to take them down for decades, and immediately realizes this is the smoking gun they've been waiting for. he arranges a meeting with sparatus so irissa can share what she knows, and after discussing with sparatus irissa agrees to testify in exchange for protection, as she's put the pieces together that this is the same thing that happened to matriarch aethyta several years ago. sparky agrees.

unfortunately, tevos catches on, and all three become targets.

the assassins have instructions to stagger the deaths so it doesn't look connected. unfortunately for her, she's wanted to off sparky for years anyway, and in her eagerness forgets that he has a horde of spectres who are deathly loyal to him. while saren, nihlus, and avitus are investigating the assassin they foiled, irissa is gravely wounded, and that's when it clicks. the mission gains a second layer of trying to protect the three until sparky can bring the case to court, and irissa can testify, and tevos can lose. and eventually they follow the trail back to tevos's bondmate eshaasya t'daana, acting on her orders, who just. betrays her flat-out. no loyalty, because the relationship was always just about ambition for the both of them, and isn't that just the greatest damnation they could ask for?

basically it's a mix of political intrigue (my beloved <3) and a spectre mission fic and i'm so hype for it i just need to get in the headspace for it. unfortunately the big bang crunch WAS very good for writing serpents. the title comes from another macbeth quote, same as serpents did, referencing how tevos's ambition and ruthlessness will turn on her and spell her downfall in the end.

sentiment and reason (ch2)

sentiment and reason [ao3 link!] is the second fic in the dead parents club murder mysteries series. a prequel to to catch a rabbit, sentiment follows avitus and macen investigating the murder of a famed and much-beloved general on a border world - while posing as a married couple to infiltrate the community, and while avitus is still nursing his old one-sided "rivalry" (crush he was mad about) with macen from basic training.

in chapter 2, avitus is recruited for the mission and arrives on thracia to get briefed by saren and discuss the plan with desolas and gen. callendella agonian, the victim's granddaughter and general in charge of colony defense for thracia. unfortunately, this is also where he discovers his old rival from basic still has the audacity to exist and be, like, a nice guy and attractive, and he's pissed about it, to the point he briefly forgets not to embarrass himself in front of his old mentor, his hero, and the person he's asking to trust him to find her grandfather's murderer. and tragically, that's what gives saren the idea to borrow macen from blackwatch so they can infiltrate the neighborhood posing as newlyweds wanting to move in.

here have a snip

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Just like that, he deflated. Whether it was the shame of annoying an officer he’d thrown his whole heart behind a lifetime ago, or just the embarrassment of his outburst being witnessed, he wasn't sure and didn't want to say, but either way, the air rushed out of his chest, and he awkwardly shuffled his feet. “In my defense, he pulls shit like that on me all the time," he muttered, a weak protest even to him.

Desolas scoffed, and Avitus wilted a little further. The Scourge of Shanxi was anything but prim and proper at the moment, slouched sideways in a cushy chair in front of a wide desk with one ankle propped up on his knee and bare foot dangling idly in the air, but he still radiated all the charisma and authority that had an entire empire eating out of the palm of his hand. Avitus and his friends on Shanxi had had long discussions about him late at night, how he was different from all the stuffy old generals they’d met before and how sure they were he’d lead them to victory in no time at all - and now he’d just made a fucking fool of himself right in front of him. Cool.

Saren’s eyes flicked between them for a second before he coughed into his fist. “You’ll recall, Desolas, that I recruited Nihlus after meeting him hungover and missing his pants,” he commented, “and he has outsmarted justicars and taken down sapient-sacrificing cults. Off-color introductions belying hyper-competence is par for the course in our department.”

One blue-striped brow plate went up, and Desolas mulled this over a bit before snorting hard enough to rattle his nasal plates and giving a rough shrug. “Fair enough,” he grumbled.

Avitus could have kissed the little twink on the mouth. He settled instead for fluttering his mandibles, and Saren gave him a small, conspiratorial wink before adding, “Besides, you subjected us all to seventeen minutes of complaining about your wife lifting you off the ground to assert dominance, so I personally don’t think you have any room to talk here.”

Desolas blinked at him, then scrunched his nasal plates and dropped his mandibles in a snarl, only to be abruptly cut off by -

“Gentlemen, please.”

All three of them jumped, but Avitus most of all. He hadn’t even registered that the chair on the other side of the big desk was occupied, he was so focused on the brothers asshole in front of him. They’d interviewed Old Tag’s granddaughter on the news a few times, the usual sound bite-hunting bullshit about how the family was handling the old man’s death (sad, obviously) and if Thracia would be honoring him in any way (a plaque on the memorial wall and a good funeral), but Avitus hadn’t paid much attention - it turned out the Agonians all looked an awful lot alike. There was almost something spooky about seeing Callendella now, steepling her fingers in front of her narrowed eyes and leaned back in her chair, a ghost of a younger Tag with the crest ripped off. Same dark burgundy plates, same intelligent gray eyes, same swooping white tattoos. Her mandibles even had the same little notch on the lower front corner, if he squinted. The age fade was smaller, only most of the way out to her fringe instead of eclipsing most of her head, and she didn’t have quite the same sturdy build that gave Tag so much presence in formation, but the family resemblance was uncanny all the same.

Avitus’s neck grew a little warmer, and he dipped his head. Desolas was less impressed. “You didn’t have to be here, Agonian, you could’ve just lent me your office and fucked off for a few drinks,” he groused, sitting up slightly and reaching over to pick up a Creamy Way cup off the desk. Not the fancy horosk bottles Avitus remembered him cracking open back in the day, but then, he did have a kid now, didn’t he? “Prep for the funeral, or whatever.”

“And leave my office in the hands of two notoriously destructive Special Tactics agents, to discuss the investigation of my grandfather’s murder?” Callendella Agonian snorted. “With all due respect, sir, whether you were in the room or not, I’d rather chew glass.”

#press conference #thetrashbagswasteland #ierian's writing #dpcmm

[lilbittymonster]

WIP Wednesday Whenever

Tagged by @whatsthisascianbullshit 💜

Tagging @crackinglamb and whoever else has a wip they want to share, writing not required!

Proof that I am in fact working on the HW fic. Subject to change upon further revisions.

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Alphinaud approached her right as she was leaving the camp.

“Where are you going?” he asked nervously.

“Gridania,” she said. “I left something there that I need back.”

“Gri- we are wanted by both the Crystal Braves and by the Grand Companies, Kitali! And you mean to stroll right in through the front gate?”

“It won’t be a problem because I'm not going to get caught,” she reassured him. 

“I’m coming with you, then,” he said.

“No, you’re not,” she countered immediately. “I’ll move faster on my own.”

He seemed to deflate a bit at that. “Right, because I’m a useless combatant, aren’t i?”

Kitali sighed and folded her arms. “No, but unless you’ve managed to master a dragoon’s jump, you’ll be moving slower than me the whole way there.”

Alphinaud turned this over, before nodding reluctantly. “...I see your point.”

“It’s best if you stay here in case someone turns up,” Kitali tried to encourage him. “If I’m not back in a few days, then you can worry.”

And with that she turned south once more.

~

The sun finally sank behind the sliver of Dalamud. Stormclouds had been threatening on the horizon, plunging the North Shroud into darkness. Kitali emerged from her hiding place on the ridge and took to the skies, giving the guard tower a wide berth as she leaped across the pond to land on the Ixali tower. The cold wind and rattling of branches below masked any sound she might’ve made as her boots landed on the boulders. Further and further into the forest, the dim lights of Peacgarden passed beneath her, none the wiser, as she sailed overhead towards Old Gridania. 

The dense tangle of trees and narrow stone pathways opened up into the growery. At this hour, it was thankfully empty of botanists. A handful of houses had dim light escaping from behind the thick panes. The path through the center of the city, however, was brightly lit with streetlamps, and she could see the occasional Wailer patrolling the streets. Even more concerningly were the distinctive bright blue fatigues of the Crystal Braves patrolling alongside them. Kitali clenched her teeth on a snarl. So long as none thought to look up along the ridge behind the amphitheater, she would be safe.

The roof of the Adder’s Nest rose up from where it was tucked against the cliff face. Kitali pulled the curtain of shadows around her like a shroud before dropping lightly onto the balcony. Holding her own breath she listened for any movement inside before trying the door. The handle had barely moved under her hand before catching on a locked bolt. She let out a small huff of frustration before trying again at a different balcony, but no such luck. 

Steeling herself once more Kitali dropped down onto the bank of the river, the sound of the rushing water along with the wind masking her steps. Slowly, quietly as she could, she walked up the stairs into the Adder’s Nest. It wasn’t deserted, naturally, but nearly so. The shadows gathered thick by the door to the rest of the barracks. An ideal place for Kitali to lie in wait for the door to be opened.

What felt like an age passed before she heard footsteps approach before an eager Serpent ran out of the door, leaving it swinging wide in his wake. As soon as the runner was past her, Kitali narrowly wove her way through the closing door, heaving a sigh of relief as it latched shut behind her. The hallway was empty, and only the few lines of light from under a door here and there indicated that she was not alone.

The stairwell leading up towards her designated chamber was similarly empty, and none of the rooms on this floor seemed to be lit. Still, she held her breath at her door, listening for any movement within. Five, ten, thirty seconds passed, and not a sound. Taking one last look around, she tried the handle and this time it gave willingly. Kitali opened the door only as much as necessary before shutting it quickly behind her.

The room was empty. It looked just as she had last left it, her subordinates gone with their weapons from their places. Hopefully they would be spared any suspicion of aiding her, having been out on a credible alibi on deployment. Her footsteps echoed softly on the bare wooden floors as she crossed the room to the raised platform in the back, opening the armoire on well-oiled hinges.

Her relief rushed out of her lungs as she found all the pieces of her drachenmail untouched and intact. Quickly she stripped off her boots and outer shirt, stuffing them into the satchel she had brought with her, buckling the boots and greaves on over her pants and stuffing her shirt under the breastplate. Loosely fitting the helmet over her unbound hair, she took one last look around the room. For a brief moment she considered leaving a note, but that would only place herself in more danger. Closing the armoire once more, she gathered her aether, focused on Camp Dragonhead, and then the room was empty once more.

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