#i love posting out of context snippets from wips

[cowboylikeyouu]

i have such a way with words 😍

[djarins-cyare]

WIP Weekend

In my last WIP post, I mentioned I was 18k words into my Secret Relationship fic for the Roll-A-Trope Writing Challenge, and it had turned into something much longer than I intended. Sooo, yeah, um… it’s now reached ~40k words!

I’d planned to start posting it next weekend, but my firm got audited so I lost a couple of weeks due to working overtime, and I still have three chapters left to write. So I think it’s gonna be a Christmas release now. Sorry for the wait.

But over the last few weeks, I’ve been tagged in WIP posts by @burntheedges, @papurgaatika, @almostfoxglove, @djarinmuse, and @the-mandawhor1an (thank you, my lovelies! 💚), and with my excuses comes another snippet to tide you over until I can release it…

Please check out my last two WIP posts for additional snippets from earlier in the fic, here and here.

I’m switching it up and giving you one from Din’s POV today; the context is that she’s trying to convince him to come to a show the following night (despite Uncle Karga’s vehement disapproval of them being anywhere near each other)…

Her focus drops to her efforts on his dick as she skilfully adjusts her angle without missing a stroke, but he nudges her chin with his thumb. “Look at me, senaar’ika,” he commands through heavy breaths. When he has her attention again, he breathes, “Tion’jor neliser ni nevore gar?” Her eyes shimmer like starlight whenever he speaks Mando’a to her – like she loves to hear it, even though she doesn’t understand it. It’s why he persists in speaking to her in an almost dead language. Now, though, she answers his question with one of her own. “You gonna come, Mando? Please come….” She could be talking about right now or tomorrow night, but they’re both foregone conclusions. “Yes, fuck,” he gasps, his mouth spilling his agreement about ten seconds before his cock is due to spill his seed. The heat gathering low in his belly flares lower to engulf his balls, and the inferno of his orgasm brightens as it builds. She stokes him for all he’s worth, soft hand on silken skin, eyes still sparkling like the fuse that sizzles inside him… …and it magnifies and spreads, so fiercely thrilling that the alley falls away, and it’s just him and his senaar’ika and the silent symphony of pleasure she’s conducting… …and in an instant, a door swishes, a footstep sounds, and Din is tearing her hand from his pants, drawing his blaster, and moving his body to shield hers. The adrenaline from his impending climax converts into combat readiness, but the low growl that erupts through his vocoder is equal parts anger and anguish. “You two out here?” Yerma’s rich and golden tones dissolve his tension, leaving him with the sullen agony of an orgasm snatched away. The ache in his balls, the sting in his pride, and the regret in his heart all battle for top ranking in his pantheon of displeasure. “What’s up?” his alleyway companion calls out with enviable poise, stepping past him and around the stack of crates to stop Yerma from coming any closer. He takes the cue to hastily rearrange his underwear and zip up his pants, his erection deflating rapidly alongside his hope. This was a bad idea. As if to illustrate his thought, the Twi’lek states six concerning words. “Your uncle’s in the cafe, sweetie.”

Poor Din! 😬

Tion’jor neliser ni nevore gar? – Why can’t I say no to you?

If you don’t already know what his name for her (senaar’ika) means, I won’t spoil it because it’s vaguely plot-relevant.

If you’re interested in being tagged when I release this, please raise your hand or let me know in whatever way you prefer to communicate. You can also join my tag list if you like.

In the interests of making new friends and being sociable, I thought I should make an effort to tag more widely in WIP posts. I know that since I only write for Din and not all of you are particularly Din girlies (gn), some of you may not be interested in my fics, but I read other Pedro boy fics sometimes (Joel, mostly), and if I’ve tagged you below, it means I think you’re a fantastic writer 💚

No pressure to do a WIP post, or if you’d like to but don’t have anything to share or you’ve already posted this week, feel free to hold onto this tag for whenever’s convenient (that’s what I do 😆) or share something non-WIP related.

@ace-turned-confused @ak-vintage @alltheirdamn @alltheotps @almostempty

@alwaysmicado @ameerawrites @arcanefox207 @aurorawritestoescape @avastrasposts

@baronessvonglitter @beardedjoel @beefrobeefcal @bitchesuntitled @bluestar22x

@cas-readsandwrites @chiriwritesstuff @chronically-ghosted @clawdee @covetyou

@din-cognito @draculasfavoritewife @firstofficerwiggles @guiltyasdave @hapan-in-exile

@itsokbbygrl @javierpena-inatacvest @jeewrites @jennaispunk @joelstummy

@justagalwhowrites @luxurychristmaspudding @mermaidgirl30 @milla-frenchy @moeswriting

@mothandpidgeon @mrsmando @murder-wife @novemberrain-writes @orcasoul

@ozarkthedog @pedgito @pedrospatch @perotovar @quinnnfabrgay-writes

@sawymredfox @schnarfer @soft-persephone @sweetpascal @thischarmingmandalorian

I’m also tagging my regular tag list since this is a snippet of an upcoming fic and a posting schedule update. Thank you all for your support 💚

@chiyo13 @harriedandharassed @leithatnight @lilac-boo @lucienofthelakes

@pigeonmama @punkygreeny @syd-djarin @wrathkitty

[stuckygeekevents]

Stucky Historical Fiction: Mini Bang 2025

I’m so excited to finally share the schedule for Stucky Historical Fiction’s very first bang! 🏛️✨

A huge thank you to everyone who filled out the interest form—it was incredibly helpful in shaping the event. While we’re still not 100% sure we’ll be able to pull off a full bang (depending on artist participation), we’re going to do our absolute best!

And no matter what happens, everyone who signs up will still receive a custom fanfiction cover, just like in previous years.

Also! Since we’re drawing a bit of inspiration from Thunderbolts (and older, possibly grumpier Bucky), we’re opening the door to time travel for the first time ever in this event! ⏳

That means you can bring modern or post-canon characters into historical settings or pull historical versions forward in time—whatever suits your story. Just make sure history still plays a big role in the fic!

DATES TO KNOW

Sign-Ups Open: May 2

Sign-Ups Close: May 16

Join Our Discord (required to participate): by May 17

Prompt Suggestions Open: May 2–May 20

Brainstorming & First Writer Check-In (idea summary or WIP snippets): May 20–June 10

Claims Open (for artists to claim summaries): June 15

Claims Close: June 19 (optional, gives you a day to finalize)

Teams Announced: June 20

Artist First Check-In (basic idea, vibe, or rough concept): June 30 (alongside writers)

Custom Fanfic Cover Collaboration (Writers will be contacted by a mod to create a fanfic cover based on their summary!): July 1–July 31

Final Art Due: July 31

Posting Begins: August 15

You can check out our previous runs here. And join our Discord!

RULES

❌ DON’Ts

To keep this event respectful, fun, and inclusive for everyone, please do not:

Include incest or explicit underage content in your story or artwork.

Set your story/art in a fantasy kingdom or world that isn’t based on actual history or mythology (historical fantasy based on real time periods is okay!).

✅ This Year Only Exceptions:

Time travel is allowed!

Modern-day settings are also permitted—as long as they include a historical connection (e.g., time travel, flashbacks, or historical research as a plot element).

✅ DOs

Your work should:

Be complete by the final draft deadline.

Be beta read before posting (we'll help you find one if you need!).

Be informed by historical context, events, or figures—some research is encouraged, but remember, it’s fanfiction, not a thesis. Do your best and have fun!

Be respectful of the cultures, histories, and mythologies you’re engaging with.

Meet the minimum word count of 5,000 words. You’re more than welcome to write beyond the 5,000-word minimum if you’re feeling inspired—we’ve always loved long fics! But please don’t stress. Whether it’s 5k or 50k, do what’s realistic and fun for you.

For artists: submit at least one complete piece tied to a story or the event.

🏺 Acceptable Time Periods:

We welcome stories and art set in any of the following timeframes:

Prehistoric

Ancient Civilizations (Egypt, Greece, Rome, etc.)

Viking Age

Medieval Era

English History (Tudor, Regency, Victorian, etc.)

American History (Revolutionary War, Civil War, etc.)

World Wars I & II

1920s – 1990s

Cold War

Modern Day (only for this event!)

💬 Community Expectations

Hey @everyone — we know you're here because you love history and stories just as much as we do. We encourage thoughtful discussion and debate—but let’s keep it respectful.

History and mythology often carry deep personal and cultural significance. Everyone brings their own perspective and background, and that’s something we want to honor.

It’s okay to share your opinion.

It’s okay to disagree respectfully.

It’s okay to interpret history or myth differently.

Please remember: we’re here to tell stories and have fun doing it. Keep conversations kind, inclusive, and open-minded. There’s room for everyone at this table.

���� With love, —The @mods

[sparxyv]

WIP tag game!

(again muahahaha 😈 thank you for the tag @heylorrain!)

i love these little threads because i always have SO many WIPs that i get impatient to share ..

MILENAAA MY GIRLL i love you forever muah muah

no idea if i'm ever going to finish these but.. we'll see

yule ball nonsense ^^ i feel like im spoiling my own posts with this.. pls guys you don't know all the context stick with me !!! (+bonus points if you can guess who the characters in the third one are)

SUPER BLURRED BECAUSE ITS A SURPRISE .. 🙌🙌

+ little snippet to a three part pre-HL mousey fic?? 👀

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Athol was absolutely certain he was the most miserable soul to ever set foot in Hogwarts.

     The rain drummed against the window, as if trying to mock him with its relentless rhythm. He flopped back onto his bunk with a theatrical sigh, arm draped across his face. “I don’t get it,” he muttered to himself for probably the fifteenth time that morning. He peeked out from under his arm to glance at the little collection of odds and ends on his windowsill—a bracelet, a scraggly flower, and a wooden snake that still had a chip in its tail from a very unintentional duel. His first few years at Hogwarts had felt like it was packed with endless laughter and ridiculous adventures. Now? It was like staring into the soggy bottom of a cauldron someone forgot to clean. Thunder rumbled in the distance, the kind of dramatic punctuation that perfectly matched his mood. If life were fair, it would strike right outside his window to really drive the point home. Instead, the storm just kept drizzling on, indifferent to his misery.

It wasn’t like he was entirely friendless. There was his bunkmate, sweet Duncan Hobhouse, who always had a kind word and a dozen excuses to avoid trying anything remotely exciting. But Duncan didn’t fill the gap left by Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis.

The fight—the great betrayal as Athol had taken to calling it (in his head, anyway)—had turned his fourth year into a gray slog. He had hoped, maybe foolishly, that things would blow over. Instead, Sebastian seemed determined to act like Athol was a ghost haunting the Hogwarts castle.

At first, he’d been immensely angry with Sebastian. How dare he blow up after one small comment, then completely ice Athol out of his life? As if he were nothing? And now, although the anger at Sebastian’s dramatics still remained, he just missed his friends.

They hadn’t even talked since the second week of the school year - it’d now been 37 days. 

Athol groaned, throwing his head back. What could he even do about the whole situation? He couldn’t apologize, no. His pride wouldn’t let him, and he didn’t even believe Sebastian deserved an apology in the first place.

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(I HOPE THIS MAKES AT LEAST A BIT OF SENSE LOL.. i feel halfway illiterate when writing 💀💀)

no pressure tags! : @myokk @choccy-milky @syaolaurant @traceyc-uk @diana-bluewolf @dwightschrute11 @rypnami @iatnen @lycowarrior @dom1re @siboom777 (ANDD anyone who wants to join!)

[drksanctuary]

DRK-SANCTUARY'S WIP/FIC MASTERPOST:

FINISHED/ WORKS IN PROGRESS:

BANDITS AND SHERIFFS:

Completed western AU for the PJO BigBang back in 2014. Around 50k words, collaboration with @thomas-life. Fictional "western setting" not historically accurate American west.

Original post for it HERE.

Link to Fic on Ao3: HERE

Title art HERE.

Character art HERE.

LIFTING THE MIST CURSE COMIC

(Mist Comic): A fan comic that chronicles an alternate timeline where Nico Meets Al after the event of BoO. Al comes to CHB to have people help him Lift the Mist Curse. (Rated M)

Chapter 1 HERE.

Miscellaneous Mist Comic:

Sketches

Excerpt with Al and Dionysus

nicobaster comic "Oreo Meme"

Nicobaster fluff scene

Dreams "amv" comic.

SON OF MAGIC VOLUME 2

(SoM V2): similar to mist comic Al and Nico meet after BoO (but waaay after in their early to mid 20's). Al is mired in the Olympian Underground/black market, Nico who is just trying to be a good camp recruiter gets dragged into Al's problems, but he kinda likes it. (Rated M)

Chapter 1 (TBD)

Miscellaneous SoM V2:

Post with better context

cover sketch draft

misc sketches and context

Al's updated club outfit

Silly meme

Excerpt from (likely) chapt 2

THE NEW GOLDEN AGE (Titan AU)

Al and Nico meet during the titan war, Titans end up winning with the help of the Giants. Like PJO but infinitely more YA novel about it. (Rated T)

Prologue: A03 post and link HERE, Regular Tumblr Post HERE

Chapter 1: HERE

Chapter 2: HERE

MAKING YOUR MARK ON ME (Tattoo AU) (EXPLICIT)

AU where Nico and Al meet as adults well after the wars. Alabaster Torrington owns a Magical Tattoo Parlor/Magic Shop. Nico di Angelo is a frequent customer, but when Nico goes there this time, it’s not for business… it’s for pleasure. (Rated E for language and sexual content. You have been warned)

Chapt 1 SFW (just the picture): HERE

Sketch of Alabaster SFW: HERE

Chapter 1: NFSW (Pic and fic) tumblr post HERE and Ao3 link HERE (rated M, really)

Chapter 2 (Actually rated E): on Ao3: HERE

HIDDEN GEM CAFE

technically the fic is a little fluff piece entirely written by @thomas-life not me but I drew the picture. link HERE. (Rated G)

CAMP CHTHONIC

More AN RP blog than a fic but if i do fics they will be posted on the sideblog: @campchthonic

OUT OF TARTARUS

A comic we started after the release of Mark of Athena. Nico escapes tartarus and immediately runs onto Alabaster. (rated T)

Chpt 1 Part 1/Pages 1-10 HERE

Chpt 1 Part 2/Pages 11-20 HERE

Chpt 1 Part 3/Pages 21-27 HERE

Chpt 2 Part 1/Pages 28-37 HERE

Chpt 2 Part 2/Pages 38-47 Pages HERE

Chapt 2 Part 3/Pages 38-57 (and bonus pg 58 posted later) HERE

A PIECE OUT OF PLACE

Victorian AU Jasico and Bianca/Alabaster (i know its odd but trust me it made sense). also i know, NOT NICOBASTER??? wha??? (Also rated M)

Jasico Week Picture And Summary HERE

Jasico Dramatic Kiss pic HERE

Jasico steamy scene pg 1 and 2 (kind of NSFW) HERE

Victorian Sketches HERE

Victorian Sketches (old) has Piper bc it was before we changed it to Bianca HERE

Cute Jasico Sketches HERE

Victorian Jasico Meet-cute HERE

Jason and the wolves HERE

SNIPPET FIC/IDEA DUMPS

CHTHONIC CAMP AU (fanfic for a fanfic)

Not to be confused with the camp Chthonic blog above these are all the links for stuff I did for my interpretations and headcanons and AUs for @gutsybitsies Chthonic Camp AU. Their original fic HERE.

Jason and Nico and Al. HERE.

Nicobaster ficlet. HERE

Nicobaster looking bamf. HERE.

Alabaster being extra: HERE

ANCIENT CHTHONIC NICOBASTER (rated M)

"But your highness our love is forbidden" pic. HERE

APHRODITE NICO/THEMIS AL

Original post: HERE

Post with Drew (Nico's sister): HERE

Aprodite!Nico and Mars!Jason: HERE

JACKSON HOUSE NICOBASTER (rated M ig)

Idea post HERE

Nicobaster sketches for the AU: HERE

SLUT AU (rated M)

Idea post HERE

NICOBASTER FANFIC TO ORIGINAL WORK PIPELINE

MEDIEVAL PJO (KnightSlayer)

"A bastard shall be king." ....So reads the Prophecy of the Ages. But with a war on the horizon and Hazel to feed, Nico has more to worry about than kings and their bands of upper class sycophants. That is, until Percy comes along, and suddenly he finds himself right in the middle of it all... (rated M)

Ao3 link: HERE

Al and Nico Meeting: HERE

Nico and Percy (kiss). HERE (might be considered mature by some)

Nico backstory. HERE (rated M for Violence)

Chapt Pictures i had planned. HERE

Ball Sketches HERE

Nico Backstory 2 (sad) HERE

Nico and Percy Thestral encounter HERE

Miscellaneous Medieval AU Nico Sketches: Sketch 1 HERE, Sketch 2 HERE, Sketch 3 HERE.

MERMAID AU (Through the Sea Glass)

Like "the little mermaid" but with extra fantasy world building and the prince (Nico) ACTUALLY falls in love with the Sea Witch (Alabaster) instead of the mermaid (Percy) rated G

Summary with pictures HERE

Octokind Alabaster HERE

PHANTOM AU - (Phantom Haven)

Nico's near-death experience endows him with powers and now he has to be a Savior which means he has to fight phantoms to keep people safe which would be a doable job, BUT that's not the only task of a Savior. He also has to uphold the integrity of the Savior System (ugh),Do good deeds and report them to his supervisor (double ugh), train his Lumen (dead eyed little thing doesn't like to listen to him so...ugh again!) and last but definitely not least he has to dedicate his life to figuring out how to use his endowment to cure a great societal problem... to perform... a MIRACLE TM. (yikes on bikes, no pressure). Will he be able to live up to the expectations of greatness that has been thrust upon him? or will he fail?

Character concepts 1-6 HERE

Character concepts 7-8 HERE

CHIP AU - (No original title yet)

Modern Human AU in which an aimless Nico's life is changed for the better when someone abandons their little baby girl (Hazel) on the steps of the refurbished fire house he now lives in. Years later he finds a little kid named Frank and adopts him as well. Now he just needs to navigate life as a single parent which he is mostly fine with until Bianca tries to set him up with her fiance's best friend (Alabaster). Will this romance stay the casual fling it started as or could it blossom into something more? (Rated M)

NIco with bb hazel HERE

CHURCH AU - (no original title yet)

An AU where Nico sells his soul to save his family from dying, when he meets his untimely death however he finds that Hell is not what he expected, its a quarry, and is he does his quotas, he can ascend the ranks, and even make it to heaven. Each Level comes with its own set of rules. The level right before heaven, which requires Demons to go to earth to collect evil humors that taint people's souls, has the MOST rules. With him being unable to see his family, not knowing what he's doing, and finding out that his childhood friend has grown into a handsome...Preist in training?!? Nico finds that he can't keep the all of the rules straight, especially because he's not. (Rated M)

Nico as a Demon pic HERE

There's quite a few more AUs but the above shows most of them.

If you'd like to know more about the above or about the ones not mentioned please subscribe to "Nicobaster premium" for the low low price of Free.99! And if you are 18 or older and interested I also have Nicobaster Premium 18+ (for the same price for all your smutty needs. Tee Hee!)

That's all, Nicobaster Houshold!...FOR NOW!

OTHER MASTERPOSTS

MISCELLANEOUS NICOBASTER - Here

ALABASTER BEING BBG - Here

[doodleydoo101]

My fellow writers, I want to invite you to share something from a WIP that you’re proud of. You don’t need to worry about context or when the full story will be completed, just provide a little snippet of a project you’re excited about. Hopefully, we can all give each other little boosts.

@silenzahra @itsavee4117 @peaches2217 @vulpixfairy1985 only if you guys want to! This was inspired by a recent post I saw all of you reblog, so I just thought I’d tag.

I’ll go first…

Love Languages

Daisy had come to visit the Mushroom Kingdom a few weeks after the brothers had moved there from Brooklyn, and Peach had arranged for the four of them to meet at the castle. Luigi smiled at the memory of that day—how confident and jovial the Princess of Sarsaland was as she presented herself. Mario was ready with a big grin and a handshake while Luigi nervously straightened himself and his cap. A klutzy greeting stumbled out of his mouth as he took in her green-blue eyes, freckles, and wide smile. She was beautiful, undoubtedly, but the exuberant energy radiating off of her also had him taken aback.

They’d all gone out into the castle gardens after the introductions, and at one point, Daisy took off her heels and flitted about in the open space. Luigi had watched in quiet awe as she laughed in the summer breeze, so utterly carefree. His heart just about stopped when she swept her red hair away from her face and ended up looking right into his eyes. There was a beat, and then she’d grinned warmly at him. His face burned, but he managed to maintain eye contact for a second or two, giving a shy smile in return. That image of her—smiling into his eyes, shoes dangling from one hand, wind billowing in her hair and the skirt of her gold dress—was one would go on to replay in his mind daily.

[specialgradefckr]

Many Apologies for going through every post to eat up all the WIP snippets! But also. The one where gojo is threatening geto the twins. Can we have the context for that one, because that was TASTY 👀

okay i'm answering this one super quickly bc otherwise i might forget the context in this post!

here, i posted some snippets from some fics i liked, and this person is almost certainly asking about the last snippet i posted:

“Yo! Suguru!” He calls out cheerfully, dragging either twin by the hair. Their mouths are duct taped shut. “These are yours, right?” “Which one do you love more?” His eyes shine a painful white-blue. Like glacial ice in the sunlight. Suguru's breath leaves him. “What?” “Nanako and Mimiko, right? Which one do you love more? You can keep that one, and I’ll kill the other.” Ice in his lungs. His breath. He had never. Never imagined that Satoru would. “They’re innocent – they’re just girls – ” “Your girls killed two women. They’ve got two lives to pay for their crimes with, but out of respect for our long friendship, I’m letting you keep one. Isn’t that nice of me?” “Two monkeys?” He snarls helplessly. “Monkeys to you. To me, they were women. And I say that killing a woman is a crime worthy of death. Choose now or watch them both die.” It’s not a bluff. Suguru can feel him gathering his cursed energy, he can curse faster than Suguru could even dream of stopping him.

now in fairness, i posted these snippets specifically because they were cherry picked certified BANGERS that i really hit it off with.

in context, this is from a fic where gojo and geto are ex-lovers, and you are in a strictly sex-only relationship with gojo, as a non-sorcerer.

geto's girls found out about you, and, knowing that geto has history with gojo, well, they tried to... "help", you could say.

this scene was specifically me thinking about like. what gojo would look like if he were actually mad. like really, truly pissed off. if he were to be cruel on purpose.

it came out like this. making geto choose which girl he likes more, right in front of them, and forcing him to do it or lose them both.

super fucked up, super cruel... a punishment has to fit the crime, after all >.>

[voxofthevoid]

2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @m34gs. Thank you, friend 💖

It's been a while since I've had the time and energy to tackle a tag game, but I really wanted to do this.

Statistics

My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

I'm assuming this is only for 2024, so going by how Ao3 sorts fics based on the year, we've got these:

the way it follows you home, the stories i never told: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji/Gojou time travel fix-it. Gojou Satoru and Itadori Yuuji travel back in time to avert an apocalyptic future. Sixteen-year-old Satoru has opinions about the whole thing.

(let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, canon-divergent kidnapping fic. Gojou Satoru kidnaps a teenager, supposedly for his own good.

there’s a lover in the story, but the story’s still the same: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, de-aged Gojou. Shortly before the Goodwill Event, Yuuji finds that his teacher has de-aged to his seventeen-year-old self. He adapts a little too well.

baby blue, they paid you to take my youth and use it up: JJK, Gojou, Yuuji, role reversal omegaverse. Satoru’s in heat; it’s Yuuji’s problem somehow.

everything burned, as promised: JJK, Gojou/Yuuji, time travel fuck-it. Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

It's the way it follows you home, the stories i never told by a significant margin.

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

540,076

There's a breakdown here.

Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

The fact that I not only conceived of and tackled but also actually finished my ten-year anniversary project. That was kind of insane, especially considering my preferred way of writing—which, these days, involves just writing one fic from start to end with no external factors considered. It was a fuckload of fun though!

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

It was definitely bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask—a no-powers sukuita+goyuu AU featuring Sukuna as Yuuji's uncle and Gojou as his high school teacher. It was my first no-powers AU for JJK, and while that itself isn't an appealing factor, figuring out their dynamics in this context was incredibly fun and also helped me get a better understanding of the characters, especially Sukuna.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Hmmm, I don't know if I'd call any of them underrated, but going by the numbers in relation to my personal fondness, it'd be this is the wrong story.

The concept is one I'd wanted to tackle (but was wary of fucking up) for a while, so getting a finished product I was/am proud of feels pretty great. I'm also very fond of some of the ideas I've worked into the fic, as well as the imagery and metaphors used. That said, it's a fucky concept with graphic vore (erotic consensual cannibalism variety), so I'm not surprised that most people are giving it a wide berth. Those who did read it have been very lovely in their responses 💗

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

The anniversary project eventually resulted in four ideas (goyuu sex ed ft. poor Megumi, the aforementioned vorey fic, teen Gojou and the PR in a love triangle with Yuuji, and the Higuruma/Yuuji fic) being struck off my larger list of plot bunnies/ideas to write.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

Well, the current count is 95! So fuck me, I guess.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

Oh, so many. Considering just the ones finished and the ones published in 2024—

taking the flesh is the only virtue (posted in 2025)

i could keep your bed warm, otherwise i’m useless (unposted)

bloodstains on the collar means just don’t ask (unposted)

the brute fact of flesh awaiting our teeth (unposted)

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

I'm only working on one fic at present (...been working on it for months at this point), and this is the latest bit:

The twitch of his own cock calls him out on the lie. It’s no distraction. Satoru feels every bit an animal as Yuuji, speared on cock and so tenderly brutalized. “That looks fun,” comes an unwanted interruption. “You gonna share?” Satoru wraps his limbs more firmly around Yuuji, sighing through the flare of hurt. “Keep your oversized paws to yourself.” A mean-sounding chuckle answers him, followed by its owner emerging from the undergrowth. Out of the corner of his eye, Satoru watches Tōji survey the scene, not missing how he lingers on their naked bodies with unwarranted intensity. At that angle, he can’t see the blood-wet marriage between Yuuji’s face and Satoru’s shoulder. That changes when Yuuji raises his head and snarls at Tōji.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

I'm pretty sure that was (this is also part of the story) how the story changes, but man, after a four-chapter outline turned into a four-part 24-chapter fic, I was just glad for it to be over 🤣

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

There are a number of ideas I'd like to tackle properly. But in general, I just want to keep writing for JJK the way I have been and enjoy the company of my fellow fans.

Tagging (no pressure) @tozettastone @cursedvibes @kairos-polaris @actualalligator @naamah-beherit @joeys-piano @rifle-yes and anyone else who wants to give it a go!

[aalinaaaaaa]

2024 Tumblr Top 10

1. 102 notes - Apr 12 2024

Earlier this year, I decided to renovate my introduction post (the other one was getting a bit old!). But honestly, April feels like an eternity ago, I forgot I posted it this year

2. 32 notes - Dec 24 2024

A year summary in a year summary... wrapped in a gift box, if you will ;)

(The linked one is more comprehensive, it goes over the major highlights of my year. This top 10 post seems to be October-December focused for the most part)

3. 32 notes - Dec 1 2024

This is the post where I announced my plans for December, in that I would be reblogging all my Flash Fiction Friday pieces with behind-the-scenes stuff and deleted snippets. Now that all my pieces for this year have been reblogged, I can say I enjoyed doing it this year and I will probably do it again in the future :D

4. 28 notes - Dec 17 2024

Lol, not an Arcane meme shooting its way into my top 10 posts in such a short space of time 👀 (pun not intended, lol)

Anyway, it’s spoilery for late season 1/early season 2, click with caution...

5. 27 notes - Feb 17 2024

Blue Moon — Callabiem finds cracks in the moon and takes it upon herself to investigate what’s going on before the moon shatters entirely.

6. 25 notes - Nov 29 2024

Pride of Lines Tag — For this tag game, I put in a snippet deriving from this piece I did for Flash Fiction Friday

7. 24 notes - Nov 19 2024

This is the height comparison tag I made for the cast of Obsidian Sapphires, I had fun making it :D

8. 23 notes - Oct 23 2024

WIP Wednesday — The snippet is part of the first things I wrote for Obsidian Sapphires after waking up one morning with the solution to a glaring plot-hole. One could say the acolyte is stuck between rocks and a hard place...

9. 23 notes - Nov 14 2024

Proud of Tag — One of the fragments of what I have affectionately dubbed ‘the angsty pining scene’. I love this scene to bits (call me biased, lmao), especially the last line Cerigo says in this particular fragment.

10. 21 notes - Oct 22 2024

Out of Context Line Tag — I have come to realise that Eshani gets a bunch of snappy lines throughout Obsidian Sapphires. I love that for her <3

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Seeing as most of this is tag games, I’m going to make this into a tag game too! To all those tagged here, plus anyone reading this who wants to give it a go (here’s your open tag), click the link in ‘tumblrtop10′ and share your top 10 posts for the year!

@bardic-tales @honeybewrites @thebookishkiwi @seastarblue @thepeculiarbird @the-golden-comet @space-writes @mysticstarlightduck @winterandwords @finickyfelix @wintherlywords @ruvastuon @cljordan-imperium @druidx @avrablake @flock-from-the-void @angelfevr @thatndginger @anyablackwood

[fawniswriting]

hiiii fawn! i'd like to request a snippet/more insight into "do i know you?" 👀 for the wip game!

love @flowersforbucky

for context, check out my wip game post here!

Hiii Cait my lovee!!! It makes me giddy that you want to hear more about this story 🥰 It's one of the ones I'm most excited about sooo I will gladly talk about this piece a little more 💕

I'm gonna start by giving you a peek of the synopsis below 👇🏼👇🏼

After appearing out of thin air in their backyard, the Avengers discover that you're not from their world at all. But why does Bucky feel like he knows you from somewhere?

I think you can tell from the summary (and because I mentioned it in the wip game post) that this story is gonna incorporate multiverse themes, with the reader being someone from another universe that travels to Earth-616 by accident (she has the power to manipulate gravity and accidentally creates a black hole that tears through space and time). As hinted in the synopsis, Bucky feels drawn to the reader almost instantly despite them never meeting before (or have they???? 👀). This is where the title came from.

I'm planning lots of tension and longing from both the reader and Bucky as they navigate their feelings for each other. There will be tender moments, a "will they, won't they" type of situation—especially centering around whether the reader will end up staying in Earth-616 or go back to her own universe—and maybe a bit of angst as well because I'm a masochist and can't resist the pain akjsks 😭😭😭

This story itself is actually inspired by another fanfic that I read years ago (I think it was around the time after Endgame premiered). I remember in the fic, the reader also came from another universe and got stranded in Earth-616 where Bucky and her ended up falling in love. I don't remember the title nor the author of this fic anymore, but the story was so beautiful that it's still impacting me even to this day. Hopefully I can find that fic again so I can dedicate the story to the author and credit them properly!!

Thank youu so much for the question and your interest in the story, sweetheart!!! I'm happy to have recieved your ask and that I got the opportunity to talk about this story a bit 💖 Hope you have a great dayyy 💞💐✨️

[the-golden-comet]

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag 💋✨

Happy Friday~! You know what that means ❤️💋✨

Rules: from your story/WIP, post a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts

If you don’t have a kiss, no worries! This can be a writing share, a last line, an out of context, or however else you wanna do this tag! ✨

I had to search hard for this one, but this is a Last Line kiss from Peter Hart:

Benjamin’s gentle voice was so sweet to Peter’s ears, that he wished to hear it forevermore. Catching that sweet tune in his own mouth, Peter’s lips sealed themselves over Benjamin’s and gulped those lilting cries effortlessly down his throat, as if swallowing the sweetest rum.

The prince was, in Peter’s mind, long overdue for some love in his life. And, as a good captain would patch up a leak in his ship, Captain Hart was set on repairing every hole in the prince’s heart….until the scarring of the hull, the weaknesses and damages……were long gone. For a bird with clipped wings cannot fly, nor sing as freely as his heart yearned to soar in the sky.

I will leave this tag +open. Happy smoochin, and spread the love! ❤️✨

👇✨Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@autism-purgatory , @glasshouses-and-stones , @deanwax , @dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @thatuselesshuman , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @fantasy-things-and-such , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @far-cry-from-finality , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky , @willtheweaver , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives , @theink-stainedfolk , @ominous-feychild , @words-after-midnight , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @yourpenpaldee , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane , @nczaversnick , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @thecomfywriter , @michellekarnold , @flurrysahin , @authorcoledipalo , @spookyceph , @48lexr , @inseasofgreen , @agirlandherquill , @leatafandom , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , @dearunreliablenarrator , @worlds-tallest-fairy

[ladykf-writes]

Finally have the energy to start working on / posting fics again, however long it may last. Here's some updates for my solo fics:

CURRENT BUFFER STATUS OF THINGS I'M POSTING:

Best in Class: 12 unposted CHs, 1 posting tomorrow

The King & His Concubines: 11.5 unposted CHs, today's posted here

Waltzing Through Time: 9.5 unposted CHs, posted here Saturday

And here, current progressing buffer of things I am not currently posting but will probably be the next ones on docket that are already in progress:

Dewprism: Journey to the [Relic]: 16 unposted CHs (behind the backburner, there was no real interest)

Dog Whistle: 10.5 unposted CHs (being at the climax / ending require having it all done before posting, sorry)

Party of Five: 3 CHs but they need rewritten

ALSO likely to join the above:

Forged in Fire: 26 unposted CHs, some of it needs rewritten, all of it needs reread before resuming writing

It's Not a Game: 3 unposted CHs (I need to rewatch at least the Avengers. Ideally also Iron Man 1 & 2 and possibly Ragnarok, so that's why this keeps falling low on the list. Also this will ALSO be a big fixit and thus demanding why am I like this)

I'm also 👀 at some WIPs I'm poking on occasion. I'll cut it here and underneath you can see a snippet of two of their beginnings. In the meantime, feel free to ask questions or request out-of-context snippets!

The Goddess' Roulette (series) first fic: The Gift of the Goddess

Suddenly he was desperate for a mirror, to see his face, his hair, anything else that would confirm his sudden suspicions. Because he was so afraid to accept this as truth. That he had been healed, somehow, even though the last thing he remembered was the Mother Goddess Minerva turning him away. He’d thought she had been rejecting his appeal for healing. That she had left him to die, unsalvageable from the deeply entrenched presence of the Planet’s true enemy, Jenova. But if he was healed, it had to be divine intervention. If it was divine intervention, she had not rejected him. If she had not rejected him… then what had that gesture meant? She had turned her face from him and expelled him from the Lifestream, that he was sure of. What did it mean? Genesis got up, jelly legged, and raked a hand back through his hair. And kept going, finding to his somewhat hysterical amusement his hair was well past his shoulders. Twisting to look revealed it was past his waist and down towards his knees, though it didn’t quite reach it. And not a single strand of white to be found. Genesis swallowed hard, a hand fisting in his hair — it felt strong, like he could pull and not lose a single strand. How often had he run a hand through his hair not so long ago and strands of hair come with him? He blinked rapidly, eyes stinging. It was a miracle.

The Seventh God

Love is a powerful thing. A lack of love — familial, platonic, romantic, any sort of all — could do terrible things to a man left in painful isolation not for a year, not for five, not for ten, not twenty but twenty five hundred years, nearly three millennia. Left to murderous pain and soul tearing despair. Tears streaked down his face until he had no more strength in him to cry, burning black ichor dripping to the floor. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. (In another time, this was exactly how things were planned to play out; a man starved of his humanity was a much more pliant tool. But that is not how this story goes.) He hung from meat hooks, exhausted, dehydrated, listening to the wails and cursing and feral sounds of the daemons that tried to possess him. Sometimes he wondered if it wouldn’t be worth it to just… let go. Let them have him, little that there was to have. In the lowest point he could have hit, he felt it. The faintest coolness on his fevered brow, making him groan softly. ‘Thank you.’ Red brows furrowed in confusion, too tired to even begin to understand what he could possibly be being thanked for, nor who would.

[quad-weave]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Any day can be a day to share WIPs if you believe hard enough anyway. (thank you for the tag @myreia!)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Since Vierapril is done, I haven't really worked on too much, but I have been going hard on a modern AU (that I haven't started posting yet) because that's my sudden hyperfixation lol. There's already six chapters, I'm that obsessed suddenly. So, have a little snippet from that:

(for context, in this AU Gale has a small diner and Laurent, uh, still has a flower shop lol)

"So let me get this straight." Gale lets out an annoyed sigh. "I'm busy—" "No, you're not. You served everyone already." Thancred waves his spoon around the mostly empty diner to illustrate his point. "So… he comes over here every morning with flowers…" "Yes…" "…and you go over there every evening with a meal…" "…right…" "…and you two aren't sleeping together? Am I supposed to believe that?" Gale rolls his eyes. "No, we're not. Why is it your business anyway?" Thancred puts his hands up as a faux apology. "Hey now, I'm just trying to get my facts straight." This man… if only I could stab him. Or poison him. Or whatever. Thancred has always been the most difficult of his customers—demanding, loud, nosy. The type to throw a fit if there isn't any meat to be seen on the menu, or to badger the chef about his personal life if they're bored. "Hasn't anyone told you not to needle the person making your food?" Y'shtola side-eyes Thancred over her cup with an amused look. "Who knows what might end up in your next order." Thancred laughs just a little too loudly. "Come on now, Gale is a good man! He'd never do such a thing. Right?" Gale answers his question with a smile, silently taking Thancred's empty plate to the back. "…W-wait! Gale, please don't put anything weird in my food tomorrow—"

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

I'm also planning to get back to my Bozja fic this week and have an idea for a silly comic of Gale being a gremlin, but this is 'works in progress' not 'dreams of what I want to make while I return to the modern AU doc'.

I'll go ahead and tag... @zylphiacrowley, @irisopranta, @sasslett, @l3ylines, and anyone else that sees this! I love reading WIPs :)

[occasionaloverboy]

First fic tag game 📖

Pick a fandom and post an excerpt of the first thing you ever wrote in that fandom. Could be a scene, part of a scene, a couple of lines, whatever your first foray into writing for that fandom was. Feel free to include a link to the story it comes from if it’s been published (excerpts from WIPs count too).

This is so cute, thank you for the tag @dreamwatch 🥰

This is from chapter one of We Know Where We're Going, which is the first Stranger Things fic I wrote. Specifically, this is the first scene I ever came up with for steddie & what that entire fic is built around. I don't think I'd write it the same way today, but I still really love it.

For context, Eddie has just been attacked by Jason Carver and his friends. He gets away and is running around on a busted leg, looking for somewhere to hide when he spots Steve's car. He ends up passing out on the floor of the back seat, waiting for Jason to stop searching for him. Steve comes back & starts driving away. He's singing along to the radio, completely oblivious that Eddie is back there, and idiocy ensues :)

Snippet under the cut

He pushes himself up quietly, listening to Steve’s singing get muffled by the straw of his slushie when he takes a sip. Eddie’s propped against the back seats, grinning maniacally despite this nightmare of a situation he’s found himself in.

He waits until Steve is braking for a light.

And I’m gonna be true blue, baby, I love you - cause it’s -

“Jeez, Harrington -”

That’s as far as he gets. Steve screams and slams on the brakes, throwing Eddie into the back of the front seat. He was ready for it, but the movement still jostles his ribs and he hisses at the pain.

“Ow, fuck,” he mutters as Steve throws open the driver’s side door and practically falls out of the car.

Shit. Eddie hoists himself onto the back seat as Steve is getting to his feet. He’s stumbling away from the car, eyes wild and searching.

“Woah, woah, hey! Ozzy - it’s me,” Eddie calls out, clambering to open the back door.

“Munson? What the hell, man?” Steve doubles over, one hand on his knee and the other clutching his chest. Eddie can’t help it, he bites down on his lip but the laugh bubbles up anyways.

“Sorry, sorry,” he wheezes, holding out a placating hand towards Steve as he sags against the open car door. Steve gestures around frantically at the empty road.

“I could have crashed, you maniac,” He tips his head back as he catches his breath, hands on his hips. Eddie dissolves into even more helpless laughter.

🖤🖤🖤

No pressure tags for @stevehairingtit @teddywesworl @postmodernau @griefabyss69 @cuips-not-cute

[leaswhum]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @okeydokeylackey for the tag. 💜

1. Self-inflicted project. No other context. 2. Update from last WIP post. But I have to hide most of it. Lol 3. Non HL OC for someone else. Very early WIP. Also fak shoes. They are the bane of my existence.

Snippet from chapter 18 for WoS. Which I haven't even started editing yet. Oops.

The professor dismissed herself, allowing the two a moment alone. Westley felt himself fighting back tears once more as his mother pulled his chin up to face her. He expected disapproval. Disappointment, anger, sadness, any of the things he knew he'd earned in his absence. He found only relief. Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she looked so damn happy. Proud, even. The warmth in his mother's eyes settled deep, relieving a bit of the weary ache in Westley's bones. He hadn't realized how rigid he'd been until now. “Do you have any idea how many times I sat on cots with your father, just like this? As talented as he was, he couldn't seem to keep himself out of the medical ward.” She gave a watery laugh and wiped at her eyes. “You look so much like him right now.” Memories of walking the sterile halls of St. Mungo's came flooding back to him. High ceilings and healers towering over his childhood stature. Sitting at the foot of cots, not unlike this one. Reading to his father—to make him feel better. Stories of heroes and rabbits and talking bears. His father always lying—saying he was aiding in his recovery just as much as the healers. “That...means more than you know right now,” Westley whispered. “I have trouble seeing much of him in myself lately.” “Oh, love,” his mother soothed and cupped his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed across Westley's cheeks, wiping away the tears he hadn't realized had fallen. They sat in silence for a time, Westley's head resting on his mother's shoulder while she worked through the tangles in his hair.

No pressure tags (also just post it whenever lol): @butternutt613 @pikadrawsthings @pheexblack @traceyc-uk @whizzing-fizzbee

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & WIP Ask Game

Tagged by @aceghosts

Tagging @noodlecupcakes @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika @imogenkol @la-grosse-patate @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries + anyone who'd like to join.

Two songs for The UnTitledverse on a Transformers Prime WIP called Trust In Us, the sequel to Honour Thy Father, a snippet WIP for A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, which has a Trigger Warning because the Raiders have evil intentions (but are unable to follow through with them) and also for graphically detailed bloody violence (because Alph is a champ and Ress believes the punishment should fit the wrongs), which is the main reason why this post is labelled mature. And lastly, a list of WIPs from The Silver Chronicles that you can ask about. You can listen and read these below the cut:

There's around two plot points to Trust In Us; the first is simply the Autobots finding a possible Energon Lab that Arcee took the decipherable coordinates of in Honour Thy Father, pushing back against the Decepticons and have them go on a wild goose chase so they can find the lab, and then getting ambushed by the Decepticons at the location. Second plot point is Arcee and Soundwave finding themselves in that lab and finding The Horrors(TM), with faulty equipment and weapons, wounded (from each other LOL) and being hunted by deranged A.Is. Sneaking around and outwitting their foes is a key part of this fic... considering the "deranged A.Is" are smarter than they act. Which is why I chose "You Can't Hide" as a song for this fic:

"I knew I was right to think I would find you over here Well, isn't it intriguing that you seem to be just A little bit weary enough to run off on me* Well, there's no need We know you want to deactivate us But we just can't let that happen Every night, always, it never changes But we can make accidents happen."

"We can make accidents happen We can make accidents happen We can make accidents happen We can make accidents happen."

[*Bon-Bon doesn't exist in this universe so had to change it up here to better fit the context]

During the second half of the plot, Arcee and Soundwave meet a Cybertronian who claims to have had "deserted the Decepticon cause" and found himself trapped down in the lab. They come to know him as Flatline, and while he is inherently suspicious, they must rely on his medical expertise and mapping knowledge to get out of the laboratory alive. Tumult arises when Arcee begins to trust one of the less deranged A.I's who only pokes holes in Flatline's story, which leads to a conflict on who to trust. Soundwave, while displeased with Flatline's desertion of Lord Megatron, does put more trust in him than the Autobot he's stuck with and the A.I she's been listening to. Shame that both options lead them to the same conclusion.

"Feel the grove Feel the grove Feel the grove Feel the grove Keep moving Keep moving Keep moving Keep moving

I feel like, you are not trusting me enough And I know what's right, I will guide you safely through this night And though it's true I kidnapped you, please know it was for your own good I've kept you hidden, now phase* four can begin, begin Now phase four can- Now phase four can- Know- I- can begin Know- it's true, I- can begin I kidnapped you

Safely, safely Please know Safely hidden, safely

You are not trusting me enough Trusting me enough You are not trusting me enough."

[*Night four doesn't make sense as a lyric in this context. Phase four better fits Flatline's plans]

Here's a snippet for my Fallout 3 WIP The Waters Of Life Flow. Alph and Amata are held captive by raiders in their first ten minutes of being on the surface. Fortunately (not for the raiders), a bigger fish shows up to steal from the small fry. [TW: While physically "Mohawk" only manhandles Amata, his and the other raiders words indicate more depraved intentions with her and Alph. Nothing graphic ever occurs though. However, TW for graphically bloody and detailed violence, courtesy of Alph's resistance and Ress' mercilessness in a Fallout world. Also strong language]. Read below:

Alph struggled against two of his captors as Mohawk howled with laughter at Amata's frenzied defiance. He had her restrained against the ruin's wall, a grin unnaturally wide filled with a wicked glee.

Sideburn and Iron Nose cackled and guffawed respectively at the display, manic grins all around on most of the thugs. The two that kept Alph pinned to his knees didn't wear smiles, though more from apathy corrupting their hearts than any moral discontent with the situation.

Mohawk chuckles died into a mockery of Amata's terror, mouth gaped wide into an open frown as he sputtered out an exaggerated cry. He soon replaced it with a tainted smile, hungry eyes roaming over Amata's figure.

He glanced over to Sideburn and Iron Nose, cocking his head to Alph, "I reckon we should all treat ourselves to a bit of early desert for lunch... and dinner if the meat lasts long enough."

The other woman, shorter than Sideburn, tittered cheerfully on the locker she kicked her feet on, the attention of her wide soulless eyes locking onto Alph, caressing the flamer beside her.

Alarmed, Alph pushed himself against the weight holding him down, but all for naught as he exerted his limits. He breathed rapidly, panic surged into his heart at how Mohawk gripped Amata's arms above her. Once more powerless to help. And it's all my fault.

Amata shook her head rapidly, a begging no, a choked plea going unsaid. Mohawk was undeterred, "What does everyone think? Nothing like a good fuck to release some steam, eh?"

His gang of monsters cheered in unison, amoral to the evil they were going to inflict. Mohawk bared his dark yellow teeth, "Alright then! Trix, you have a turn of the red-head first. This one's mine."

Trix cackled as she leapt off the locker, skipping her way over to Alph. The vault dweller in question shook his head in pure shock of the immorality the demons in flesh were willing to partake. His eyes became glassy as Mohawk pushed himself further into Amata's space, her desperate attempts to shake out of his hold futile.

When Trix came closer to him, he felt one of the goon's slacken in their hold. He felt a bold and ferocious fire ignite, and with Amata's life hanging in the balance, he delved into a source of fury he's only felt towards Butch and the Overseer.

Once Trix leaned too close, Alph bounced up into a pounce, his forehead colliding with Trix's nose.

A resounding crunch stopped everyone in their tracks, and a blood curdling scream from Trix filled the sparse seconds of silence, crimson splattering her mouth and face.

Alph shook off the pain that pulsed at his forehead. He took advantage of his captor's shock, pulling one arm from the guy on the left before elbowing his mouth, and proceeded to gut punch the other to his right.

Alph didn't spare a second to claim back his baton clumsily strapped to rightie's leg.

Alph made a dash for Mohawk, an action that made the depraved leader shove himself off of Amata for a chance to reach his sawed-off shotgun.

It didn't matter once Iron Nose's fist collided with Alph's jaw.

Alph lost his grip on the baton, and once he fell to the hard ground, he felt the dazed pain of a missing tooth and torn flesh on his lips.

"Alph!" Amata rushed over to Alph's side, hastily turning him over and pulling him up to check on him. She glanced to the approaching Mohawk, and she tried to drag a disoriented Alph to the corner of the ruins to put some distance between them and the thugs.

Mohawk stared at Alph, letting out a bemused chuckle, his eyes narrowing onto the two vault dwellers.

"Motherfucker!" Trix screeched, cradling her broken nose spilling red on the ground, "Fucking cunt broke my nose!"

Sideburn rolled her eyes at Trix, while Mohawk grinned in excitement, "Yeah, these vaulties got some bite in them."

Alph leaned onto Amata for support, spitting out the tooth that had broken off. He attempted to push himself in front of Amata, but his best friend remained firm, eyeing Mohawk with a fury to try and distract them from the tremors of her body.

Mohawk bit his bottom lip in thought, and tsked, "A shame really. We can't have our meat biting us back now can we?"

His hand pulled the sawed-off shotgun from his side, aiming it at Alph, "Let's see how much fight the damsel has when her hero drops dead."

Fear grasped Alph and Amata, the latter of whom hugged Alph closely to her as he weakly tried to push her away, eyes wet from the thought of his failure to protect Amata and find his dad, all the while surrounded by dirty and vile vultures of human beings, who grinned with eager anticipation to reach satisfaction.

"Now is that really necessary?"

Mohawk's gang and their captives turned their attention to the additional voice, spotting a tall woman standing above them on the crest of the slope.

Alph and Amata held onto each other, their eyes scanning the stranger. Her long platinum hair singled her out from the blue sky behind her, dark-tinted shades displaying Mohawk and his gang in the reflection, hiding her eyes from them. Her skin was darker than Amata's, she was cleaner than everyone in the ruins too; including her attire.

She was wearing a black zip-up leather jacket, with a high collar that was broad. She had matching slim black pants and dress boots, a fancy contrast from the blues of the vault dwellers and the faded garbs of the marauders.

"Who the fuck are you?" Mohawk questioned, the vaulties at his mercy forgotten at the appearance of the woman.

"Marissa Bishop," she introduced herself, her head bowing into a tilt, "But my family only have the right to call me that. So how about Ress instead?"

"How'd you even get in here? Jeremy should have splattered your brains against the pavement," Mohawk inquired, aiming his weapon at this 'Ress'.

Ress' lips opened up into a wide grin, showing off teeth too pearly for someone that's living on the surface.

"Well," she said, taking a step down the slope to walk closer to them, "I think I did have a run-in with this 'Jeremy', but our introductions ended with a handshake."

She stopped when she was at even leveling with Mohawk, surveying the group, "But I'd be more worried for yourselves than of him."

Mohawk blinked at her with an incredulous expression, though Trix seemed to have a more visceral reaction at the news.

Alph watched as Trix sauntered up to Ress, mouth and nose stained with her own dried blood, pulling out Amata's 10mm pistol, aiming it at Ress' face.

"What have you done to him you freaky bitch?! What the fuck did you do to my Jeremy?!" Trix shouted at the taller woman, who didn't change her expression.

"Aww, how cute," Ress cooed, replying, "To answer your question; nothing more than trash like him deserved. And the sames going to happen to all of you."

Trix sneered at the taller woman, while Alph and Amata glanced to each other, wondering how the newcomer was even keeping a straight face from being threatened with certain death.

"Oh yeah? Newsflash fucker; I'm the bitch with the gun," Trix cocked the slide back.

Ress hummed, taking a step back before lifting her hand in front of Trix's face; pinkie and ring finger curled into her palm, index and middle finger stacked together and point forwards, with her thumb standing up.

Is... is she for real?

Alph was baffled by the woman mimicking a gun with her hands, and couldn't help but wonder what joke she was trying to pull off, and the sensation of dread at the sinking chances of the likely unwell woman succeeding against Mohawk's gang being as close as Alph and Amata got to actual rescue.

"Mine's bigger," Ress replied, reeking of overconfidence and delusion as Alph began to mutter a prayer.

Mohawk and his cronies burst into laughter, the leader pointing his shotgun downwards as he nearly doubled-over from the embarrassing display.

Trix cackled at Ress' face, shocked and enraged and bemused. The taller woman, with her "gun" still pointed towards the broken nose of Trix, merely shrugged at the reactions. Her "hammer" pressed down onto her index.

Alph could have sworn her saw a small blue light leave from her fingertips until he witnessed Trix's skull caved into the back of her head in an explosion of crimson blood and white cartilage with bits of brain matter spattering onto the concrete ground.

Trix's headless body stumbled back, Amata's pistol falling from its grip as it fell to the floor with a massive thump.

Mohawk and his goons stood shocked, trying to process what they just witnessed, while Alph and Amata began to drag themselves to the corner wall, making distance.

Ress, however, merely wiped away the gunk that got onto her face, taking off her stained sunglasses to reveal captivating ocean blue irises, putting it away in one of her pockets.

She looked from Mohawk, to Sideburn, to Iron Nose, to the two goons who had sullied themselves.

"So," Ress stated, pulling the raiders out of their stupor, "Who's next?"

And lasting the WIP Ask Game for The Silver Chronicles.

Rules: Make a new post (I've broken this rule already) with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Some of these are NSFW (which in this case only refers to sexual themes, because otherwise I'd have to put an asterisk on everything LOL) so I marked them with an asterisk in case you wanted to ask about something (relatively) SFW.

The Silver Chronicles

Silva's Hope

La Última En Pie

Old Dusk

Call To Arms Duology

Ain't It A Joy?

No One's Safe At Home

An unnamed Bloodborne fic that's straight up depression for the soul like the game but with twin sibling Hunters and a demigod, as well as a mix of the worst unrequited toxic yaoi I've made thus far between the demigod and his ex-buddy.

All Yours*

Faithful

Generosity (or the fic where the sexual tension is strong between Silva and Faith aka Faith tends to Silva's wounds to symbolize the intimacy of trust or something)

Hands On Bare Skin*

No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden

Only One Person Can Frustrate Me (And That's You)*

Strawberries

The Most Wonderful Of Mistakes*

Weaponizing The Obstacle

We're Primal Beasts After All

Where She Belongs