#untitled-writing-projects

[canisalbus]

This is kind of an odd thing, but your art made me realized that I wasn't aromantic. I've never had a bunch of romantic inclinations and assumed it just wasn't for me, but your art made me realized that it's definitely more complicated than just an across-the-board disinterest in romance!

That's nice to hear, I'm happy for you!

I'm not an expert but to my understanding it's also entirely possible to be aromantic and interested in romantic themes, while rarely experiencing romantic attraction in practice, or something like that. The lines are sort of blurry and I guess in the end it comes down to what labels one feels most comfortable using.

[artbyblastweave]

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Help me think of things I might not otherwise: ask me world-building questions about my omegaverse fic so I can bullshit up the answers in real time as I respond lol

[galacticgoldfishart]

She is fun to dress-up

[quitealotofsodapop]

Don't you love when lore building adds flavour to pre-established lore?

Looks like my noodley symbiote demon Wormwood's backstory just got a little spicier.

Sequel to this meme I made about my isekai concept.

[eusuntgratie]

different banner bc this one is just a bunch of lines from my various wips that i've poked at recently. i tried to actually write and it didn't go well but i am rotating all my blorbos like rotisserie chickens in my mind palace which i'm sure will eventually bear fruit. enjoy some random sentences!

i wanna be adored (elliott lefevre from chambers x marco peña from kissing booth 2 & 3)

Marco tries to catch Elliott’s eye. He’s honestly not sure if he’s drunk or if he just wants everyone to think he is.

mechanic alex (firstprince) this one is so close to being done please sir can i have some spoons 🙏

“Oh,” Henry whispers. “You beautiful slut. Look at you.” 

taylor pov of the second half of chapter 3 of disaster (taynick) i'm thinking i'll throw disaster in a series and post some ficlets, taylor pov, etc when inspo strikes (aka when jon gives me brainworms)

A buzzing sound from Nick’s nightstand jerks Taylor’s thoughts away from all the things he could do to get Nick to make more of those delicious noises.

untitled raf/alex (what is says on the tin. i'm FERAL for these two)

“I’ve got you,” Raf tells him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

ryliver villa fic

“You fucking slut,” Oliver growls right into his ear. “You could barely tear your eyes off of me long enough to tell her how pretty she is, could you?”

i know you can't ignore me (another taynick fic)

Taylor’s not sure if Nick spent all night fighting off memories of the night they spent together, but he certainly did.

i'm always happy to chat about any of my wips! feel free to poke me - maybe some words will fall out! open tag + some no pressure tags under the cut.

i'm scheduling for midnight my time so if you beat me somehow i'm sorry! i'll hopefully be snoozin'!

tagging @bigassbowlingballhead @oxfordslutphase @lostcol @winderlylandchime @taste-thewaste

@dreamsinthewitchouse @basil-bird @sheepywritesfics @agostobuwan @ninzied

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thinkof-england @wordsofhoneydew @happiness-of-the-pursuit @cactusdragon517

@violetbaudelaire-quagmire @dragonflylady77 @cha-melodius @heysweetheart-writes @captainjunglegym

[bigassbowlingballhead]

six sentence sunday 2/11/2024

tagged by: @wordsofhoneydew @eusuntgratie @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @captainjunglegym @littlemisskittentoes

i come to you with another excerpt from the [untitled pool project]

Nick grabs Taylor’s hand, “Good game, mate.”  The grip of Nick’s hand sends a shock through Taylor’s arm. He’s not ready to walk away, not yet. “I’m just warming up, what do you say? Another game?” Nick furrows his brow, “You should really walk away while you still have your dignity.”  Taylor scoffs, “How 'bout a bet?” “A bet?”

no pressure tags: @anincompletelist @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @getmehighonmagic @firenati0n @heybuddy-drabbles @oldtshirtsouls @firstprincehornyramblings @lostcol and an open tag for anyone who has some words to share.

[imtheiliad]

WIP WEDNESDAY tagged by @diazsdimples <3 have more of whatever this is turning out to be. have some absolutely smitten love struck nick nelson, yeah he thinks this is sleep deprivation talking but honestly he would have had the same reaction if he was fully rested. but he doesn't know that yet, forever the little bisexual disaster (affectionate)

He thinks if he sits at their usual couch he will just fall asleep before Tara can even deliver his food. Also their spot is currently occupied. Charlie is one hundred percent focused on the book in his hands, he looks perfect sitting there in a cozy coffee shop, cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him, a large thick cardigan draping from his lanky form, ripped black jeans adorning his legs, one hand tangled in his curls, blue eyes scanning across the page rapidly. Nick had thought he was pretty when they first met, but there was something about the setting, and with the sleep deprivation and without Nora being the focus, Nick thought that Charlie was probably the most gorgeous person he had ever seen.  “Hi, Nick, right?” Nick hadn’t even noticed that Charlie looked up.  “Hi, yeah that’s me. Hi Charlie.”

tagging: @hippolotamus @agenttommykinard uhhhh idk who else to tag 🥲idek who's writing anything rn or would be interested lol

[bardic-tales]

Tumblr Game: Heads Up. Seven Up.

Thank you so much for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea. I really enjoy the dialogue in your snippet.

Rules: Share the last 7 sentences you wrote.

This is from an upcoming short story that I am writing, featuring my Bianca Moore, my Nephilim character, and the Cult that is chasing her. My passion project is a huge dark fantasy that spans original and fandom content.

This is the first introduction of Bianca. I've been out of practice since I haven't really wrote anything worthwhile since last November. But I always believed that writing is like riding a bike. Your talent is always there. Just need to dust it off.

The sun sat low in the sky, as bands of oranges and reds blazed across the Heavens. A white mist slowly rolled over the hills and down into the valley, reaching out to the cars, houses, and trees like skeletal fingers seeking to squeeze the life out of the sleepy surroundings. Ever seeking the Destroyer of the Multiverse — or whatever that meant.

Bianca Moore sat in the middle of her bed and watched the scrambled lines on the blocked premium cable station, squinting to see the movie. She wanted to cover up with the itchy, beige wool blanket that was so thin that she shivered each chilly night, but the stains upon the thin material gave her pause. Who knew what caused the splotches of red and white?

From the tender age of ten, Bianca knew motels like this were not known for their stellar cleanliness.

Open Tag and Tag List (no pressure and soft tagging)

@writingpotato07 @worldstogetlostin @garthcelyn @wordsformysoul @thecorneroftheweirdone @eleanorawritesfantasy @cbolandwrites @rungojira @that-bi-chick-kaya @faelanvance @dogmomwrites @jjm-blogspot @justwriteyoudummy @violetcancerian @dragonthusiast @korblez   @deadblvcknerd  @aether-wasteland-s @captain-kraken

@residentdormouse @arrthurpendragon @arrthurpendragon @prehistoric-creatures @serenofroses

@megandaisy9 @asirensrage

@creativechaosqueen

[canisalbus]

This may have been asked already, but is chocolate lethal to the dogs in your world? Are the dogs human enough that they can drink some cocoa and have a chocolate bar, or would that be extremely bad?

Would Machete even enjoy chocolate, or are sweets out of his enjoyment?

I've gone with the human diet option, they can eat the same things we do. I guess I'd just find it sort of unfun and inconvenient if I had to plan their meals and culture around canine food restrictions. For example it's possible that wine would've never been invented because grapes are toxic to dogs (so no communion wine either). In theory you can make wine out of other fruits and berries as well, but to my understanding grapes are uniquely suited for it and respond well to fermentation or something like that.

Machete isn't big on sweets but I think someone suggested earlier that he'd enjoy dark chocolate.

[artbyblastweave]

I'll See You At The Pharmacy in A Couple of Weeks

“Oh. Real, uh. Real funny, man. Real funny. You know what man, I don’t need to hear it. I don’t need to hear it from you, or from anyone, I don’t need to hear whatever super fuckin’ funny things you’ve thought up about my big, weird arm, alright. I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it from guys funnier than you, way better at the, at the delivery, I heard every goddamn thing about the goddamn arm within a week of this shit happening to me, man, so I don’t need to hear it. I have to kill like 14 of those assholes every time I go to loot a pharmacy for my stabilizers, man. At least that many, every goddamn time. I swear to God they've figured out that they can hang out there and jump me, when I gotta get my stabilizers, man. Every goddamn day something like this is happening, I gotta kill like fifteen or sixteen homicidal cannibal assholes to get at my meds, or some other bullshit, I gotta bring like three of the same gun in a little backpack because I can't reload shit in a hurry with my arm like this. And then I come back and there's some new asshole at the safehouse thinking they're the first fucker in the world to come up with the one about me jerking off too much. Well. None of you smarmy fucks last more than a week, and I'm still here. And I hope it hurts when it happens, man. I mean I really hope it hurts. "

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Louis and Albert: *cuddling on the couch because I adore fluffy snuggly omegaverse family dynamics*

Mycal: *commence snarky flirting*

Louis: *yeets Albert across the room* I tHiNK I lEfT thE StOvE On

“How did you find a staff so loyal and fond, Mycroft?” Mycroft sets aside his paper. Albert can feel his attention straightening and sharpening, and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. “And what might you mean by that?” “Well, at first impression you are generally either taciturn or smug. A good portion of my work as M was merely to be a pleasant smile and a strategically weak handshake to put people at ease.” Louis makes a small confused noise, his grip on Albert loosening slightly. But Mycroft leans forward in his chair, elbows on his knees and fingers loosely interlocked, lips curling and eyes glinting. “’Taciturn or smug,’ hmm? And yet you were at my door volunteering your services when there was no M to soften me.” “You were clearly in desperate need. I’m a sympathetic creature at heart.” Louis stands so abruptly that Albert almost falls over sideways. “I should be getting home. I’ve just remembered something I need to go over with von Herder tonight.”

[galacticgoldfishart]

"Hey, good job kid!"

[hijamieitsme]

Hi Jamie. Back in 2013, Joe Connor filmed a short video that went on to occupy a quiet, dedicated space in my mind for the years to come. Every now and then, I find myself watching it again — but only a few months ago did I stop to ask myself why it had always stayed with me so deeply. A flood of thoughts swept through me… and among them, a few answers began to surface. First of all, there’s the visual impact: the choice of style, of colors, of setting — and everything that place manages to convey. It’s a suspended environment, one that seems to belong more to memory than to the present, able to speak its own temporal language — made of silence and walls that have absorbed stories. No longer alive, but not entirely gone. A place with a peculiar ability to welcome a young, living body, one that inhabits — without disrupting — the space of the present. Not by blending in, nor by adapting, but simply by falling into rhythm with the breath of those walls, those floors, those stairs. A quiet dialogue between two different melancholies, brushing against each other without ever clashing, never feeling out of place. And that meeting — between a living urgency and a time already lived — creates a deep suspension. Compared to the photoshoot, which is beautiful in itself, the video is what truly breaks the aesthetic distance: it maintains a certain formal detachment, and yet it transmits warmth and presence. As if, through those sequences, you could glimpse an unspoken self-portrait. There’s no narrative, and yet there’s a truth that moves through gestures — not staged, just allowed to rise. It’s not always the close-up that captures intimacy. Sometimes, it’s space — and shadow — that make it possible. And this video, in the way it was filmed, preserves moments. The gestures it captures — even when minimal, even when framed with intention — never feel stolen. They feel allowed to happen, as if the camera were simply there to witness, not to seize. It creates a sense of unperformed closeness, not seeking the viewer, but silently letting them in. And inevitably, I find myself thinking that sometimes truth hides in the less emphatic details. There’s no need for a confession to feel a presence. Sometimes all it takes is one genuine gesture — left free. And in some way — and perhaps this, for me, is the most important part — it feels as though that footage, perhaps by rare and lucky chance, gave that young man permission not to shield himself completely. To let through, even just in glimpses, the undercurrent that moved beneath his surface. Because there was something in him he couldn’t quite quiet. A constant, composed restlessness. As if there were always an unanswered question resting in his gaze. An urgency that didn’t scream, but weighed. There was a kind of presence — fragile and full — that didn’t explode, didn’t demand, but pulsed. It always gave me the sense that this was one of the very few visual spaces where someone actually took care of the person. Not necessarily with depth (after all, it’s still a professional setting), but with enough attention to let an emotional echo surface — observing it without exposing it. Unlike other videos — more predatory, more constructed, more imposed — these frames don’t perform an interpretation. They simply intercept. With affection, Me

[katethecurst]

First draft done. Here she is, all 209 pages of her

Now it’s red pen time >:)

[iowriteswords]

Writing Updates

The first 15 chapters of Take Off Your Happy Face are written, and I'll be writing more as soon as I finish When the War Ends. I will be continuing to post weekly

My next novel, When the War Ends, will be coming out this summer, published under the name Jenny Prater

I am also working on a sequel to The Waynes Are Not Okay

This spring and summer I'll be working on the first novel I'll be releasing under my pen name, Iona Gale; it's called The Boy Queen, and will be the first in a four book series

The next big fic will be either The Talon and the Clown (sequel to Who Shall Make the Clown Laugh?) or the still-untitled Flightless Birds 4

Eventually there will be shortish fics about Talon Duke and Talon Harper and Cullen for the Talons Clipped series, but I have no idea when

I have finished writing the first draft of my Beauty and the Beast retelling, which you can read for free on Patreon; I will be publishing the final draft probably about a year from now

I am also posting weekly mostly fairy tale themed blogs which you can read for free on Patreon

I have plans for two more long fics after The Talon and the Clown and Flightless 4. One is another large Bat series which you can find little snippets of floating around. The other is about Supergirl.