#wip title subject to change

[fleurie3am15inspo]

Somebody ask me about Diana and Aulali or Isidrae or Yenciel pleaseeeee!!!!

[margoshansons]

OBLIVION ( A WIP INTRO & WEB WEAVE )

genre: supernatural ya horror pov: third person limited, multiple, present tense status: outlining

warnings: body horror, psychological terror, child abuse, alcoholism and addiction, religious trauma, period typical homophobia and racism, internalized homophobia, genocide, self-sacrifice, suicide, death of minors and children, blood and gore, cannibalism, minor mentions of pregnancy and stillbirth, grief.

theme song: Let Down, Radiohead. inspirations: stranger things, yellowjackets, resident evil 8, silent hill, the hatchetfield trilogy, fear street

In the summer of 1998 in small town of Trinity, Washington, the bodies of three teenagers were discovered on the same day, with the same wounds, within mere minutes of each other. The only witnesses were town rebel Tara Santos, local troublemaker Spencer Moreau, and religious good-girl Kiana Matthews. Even stranger, was the fact that the three of them seemed to be the only ones who could remember who the victims were before they were killed. The rest of their existence seemingly erased from the collective memory of Trinity. As the town turns on them and each other, its up to the three teens to discover what exactly emerged from the woods to kill their friends, and how it connects with the cursed history of their small town.

PLAYLIST // PINTEREST

psd by @zarovichwife

tagging: @bisexualterror and @kingsmakers cause they know I haven't shut up about this since it came to me. If you want to be added to an actual taglist lmk.

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

[aculeus]

A little character lineup from a thing I'm working on!

[blitzwhore]

Thanks for the tag, @sunsetofdoom!!! It's Thursday here already, but eh, still WIP Wednesday in spirit. Here's a snippet from one of my WIPs, which is a sequel to my fic Saving Us:

“I just thought I’d be better by now,” Blitzø says, his voice rumbling in his throat with the way he’s leaning his head back against tufts of cushy feathers. “I thought by now I’d be ready to, you know… do stuff. Take care of myself. Go back to work. Kill that fucking guy so you can have your palace back. Be… I don’t know.” He leans forward again, and Stolas follows his weight, his chest never dislodging from Blitzø’s back. “Useful, I guess.” 

He hates how tiny his voice sounds as those words tumble out of his lips. Hates how true they feel—how prickly and uncomfortable he feels inside at the thought that he can’t do anything of value—can’t be there for others—can only let others take care of him.

“Darling,” Stolas murmurs, and Blitzø braces himself for words of reassurance that he’s sure he won’t believe.

They don’t come, though. 

Instead, Stolas just holds him tighter, still putting all the care in the world in his every movement so he doesn't hurt Blitzø's healing body. Stolas rests his head on top of Blitzø’s, right between his horns. When Blitzø looks in the mirror, he sees Stolas’ eyes are closed, and Stolas is practically curled up around him—arms taut around his stomach, feathers puffing up around his frame. Almost like Stolas is trying to bury Blitzø under his very skin and keep him there. Like he can't bear to let go, or see Blitzø suffer. 

Tentatively, Blitzø brings his hands to Stolas’ and covers them with his own.

“I’m just sick of waiting,” Blitzø admits in a low voice. “Everyone’s ready to go through with the plan. Everyone except for me. I hate it.”

Tagging @stolitzsings @helluvagirlboss @bleucaesura @helluvahusker and anyone else who wants to do this!! Tag me on yours so I can see! 👀

[starry-nights12]

The Secrets We Keep

A little something I came up with for my idea:

"She's taken shimmer. She's even more dangerous now than ever before."Caitlyn informed him.

"We don't know where she is...she could be anywhere." Vi pushed her hair back and sighed wearily. "Is there a chance that you've seen her?"

Memories from this morning flashed across his mind. He had awoken to those same shimmer colored eyes, her hair splayed on his sheets, with a smile gracing her lips.

She traced her finger down his face, to his jaw, then stroked his bottom lip. He gently bit the tip of it and made her giggle softly.

They got dressed but she wore his t-shirt. He sat on a pillow between her legs as she helped style his dreadhawk then he helped braid her hair.

Before he left the Firelights base, the couple held each other in a tight embrace.

The world was cruel and perilous outside their sanctuary.

With an increase of Enforcers in the Lanes after Jinx bombed the council chambers: riots have became an almost daily occurrence.

Jinx cupped his cheeks in her hands, their foreheads connected as they gazed in their eyes. "Come back to me safe, okay?"

Ekko looked into his friend's sad eyes. He quickly lips his lips then shook his head. "No," He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. "I haven't seen her since that night on the bridge."

[artdecosupernova-writing]

WIP Intro

Shadow Tamer

Premise

Gideon Stokes takes his daughter Warner to an animal-free circus for her birthday, where she's blown away by the magic acts and acrobatics that seem to overflow within the tent. Gideon's also impressed, and upon splurging a bit extra for Warner to meet the performers after the show, he forms an instant connection with Blake Bailey the Greatest—magician, clown, ringleader extraordinaire with a mysterious air as enigmatic as his true identity.

There's something about the act, however...the lights, the illusions, the general dark undercurrent. Nothing sits right with Gideon. And digging deeper into the circus itself as well as Blake Bailey uncovers more magic than he ever expected...and places him directly into the line of unfathomable paranormal fire.

Characters

Gideon Stokes — single dad, full-time store owner, doing his level best at all times

Warner Stokes — 12 years of age, in sixth grade, doing her level best some of the time

Blake Bailey — magician, clown, ringleader, not his real name, dabbling in things beyond human comprehension

Calliope Windlass-Hammerman — magician's assistant, acrobat, Blake's best friend and confidante

Snippet

Gideon stared into the hat. "Where's the rabbit?" There was a pause. Blake laced his fingers together in front of himself, lips pursed, and he glanced around the room as if looking for it as well. His brows lifted. "...Hm?" "The rabbit." Gideon laid a finger on the brim of the hat, frowning as Blake's attention wandered elsewhere. He had to admit he felt strange questioning the man's livelihood, and he couldn't explain why he was so certain it didn't add up. "The one you just put into this. The white one with the black fur patches around its eyes. You just had it. There's nothing under this table and there's no trick compartment in the hat...so where's the rabbit?" A row of performers marched into the tent room, interrupting Gideon's line of questioning. Blake seemed unfazed, a small smile tugging at his features as Calliope cartwheeled behind him. "Huzzah, hurrah!" a clown cheered, tossing blue glitter confetti into the air. "Hip, hip, hurray! It is, it is, a wonderful day!" Another clown chimed in, kicking up the dirt at their feet. "Pardon our intrusion! Don't mangle the illusion!" "Hells and bells and knells of steel!" Calliope sang, leading the clowns and her fellow acrobats through the flaps on the other side of the room. "Are we sure the magic isn't real?" Gideon's eyes widened, and under the shadow of the ceiling, Blake met his gaze under lowered lashes and a sudden aura of haunting profundity.

[notnickel]

cooking something up. I have something entirely different (and considerably less angsty) on the front burner, but I figured I might as well share some WIP snippets of a side project :) unhinged rambling/explanation below cut, transcription in image desc.

The basic premise I've been working under is Sebastian having to clean out Solomon's home after inheriting it. Ominis, of course, tags along. Honestly I just like writing grief. I imagine Sebastian would have a complicated relationship over mourning Solomon- his uncle, his adversary, his caretaker, dead by his hand. Solomon isn't really portrayed as the world's greatest parent figure, and I find that coupled alongside the guilt and grief over what's transpired to be really fascinating topics to write about.

Sebastian isn't really sure how to feel about it, if you couldn't tell! He's definitely not dealing the best. Perhaps it's his fault for being so fun to write when he's struggling. Sorry, Seb! Ominis is doing his best to be supportive, which is understandably difficult in its own right. He's mainly worried about Sebastian, but in theory (I haven't fleshed this part out exactly) I'm thinking that perhaps he's facing a pressure from his parents for what he's going to do once he graduates. If I'm going to fuck Sebastian up I feel like it's only fair that Ominis doesn't make it out of this unscathed too, lol.

The fic itself is still in that early planning stage where there are bits and pieces everywhere, and no doubt these snippets will get changed at some point. I'm not sure if this one will ever make it out of my drafts, but I am quite fond of it and if anyone is looking for more, you're free to DM me :) I do enjoy talking about them.

[annabellelux]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I’m having the roughest week at work which has somehow, miraculously, transformed into creative writing motivation juice.

Here’s a lil messy something from a soulmate AU that is slowly, but surely, coming together ✨🔪

Baz

I hope he never lets himself stop to think about his borrowed resilience until I take my last breath. Only then, after I steal my first and final kiss from his lips and gift him my life, do I hope he realises that I never wanted him to know pain.

I vowed, with the conviction of a convert, once and for all, I will never hurt Simon Snow.

Simon

Being roomates with Baz Pitch is nothing but hurt.

He's rude. He's arrogant. He spends way too long in the loo blow-drying his hair.

The rest of this week is NOT looking up, so hopefully I’ll have something for y’all next week too 😂

Tagging: @scone-lover @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter @stitchyqueer @urban-sith @facewithoutheart @raenestee @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars

[nickcharleswife]

WIP Whenever

Thank youuuu @beaconfeels for the tag. I've done hardly any writing the last two days but I've done a lot of day dreaming about writing. Here's a scene from my current hyperfixation project, a crossover between Teen Wolf & Harry Potter:

Everyone in the Sheriff’s Station moved at once, rushing to grab gear and be out the door in seconds.  For the second time that day, Hermione found herself in a race against time as Rafe took corners sharply down unlit streets and police sirens blared all around.  When they pulled up to the dark building, she was not surprised to see a familiar blue jeep sitting outside. Stilinski rushed over to the passenger door where a redheaded girl sat, “Lydia, where are they?” The girl’s eyes were wide but she was seemingly calm, or perhaps frozen in nerves.  She pointed towards a propped open door into the building.  They were all just in time to watch as Stiles burst out the door, holding it wide open for Scott to guide a girl outside. “Oh hey, pops!  So glad you’re here!  Crazy night we’ve been having!”  Stiles shouted to them, looking a little too happy. Stilinski groaned, “Stiles, I swear–” “Barrow is inside.”  Scott offered.  “He’s dead.” Hermione left Rafe and Stilinski to deal with their sons, instead following a half dozen deputies inside the substation.  Parrish offered her a flashlight as they began looking around the pitch black space.  One of the deputies shouted.  Hermione followed the noise with the others, finding the deputy crouched over Barrow’s body. Barrow looked as if he’d been electrocuted.  His clothing was singed badly, with some of the seams ripped apart.  It appeared as if he’d been thrown, crashing into the chain link fence that partitioned the space.  Assuming he was electrocuted, he had likely died from it.  Which begged the question - was Barrow the cause of the black out, or was it one of the teenagers outside?

[romanaxe]

WIP Wednesday - Writing Wrap-Up (Nov & Dec 2024)

I actually really enjoyed sharing my fanfic plans last month, so I'm doing it again with my plans for the rest of the year!

[Drawn Closer - RadioApple]

Secret Santa at the hotel with a lot of other Christmas activities. Fluffy, holiday, getting to know each other, post season one

I plan to post every Tuesday of December where the final part posted on x-mas eve. (Outline done, 2k words written. Maybe around 8-10k words? Not positive)

[Glass Closet - RadioApple]

Fluffy 5+1 Mutual Satisfaction series epilogue. The five times Alastor and Lucifer tried to announce their relationship (+ the one time they successfully did so). A little bit silly, a lot of awkwardly funny moments/second hand embassment, but still really fluffy and cute.

Outline 60% written, this is the fic most likely to be pushed to the new year

[NSFW WIPS below the cut]

[Volunteer Opportunity - RadioApple]

For the RadioApple Winter Holiday Exchange, will be posted Christmas Day

Since it's a Secret Santa style gift, I can't give specifics but it's an AU I have not written before but I have read a lot of. I am loving how it's turning out and I'm so excited to share with y'all and my giftee

Outline done and 5.5k words written, expected to be around 12k words total (the minimum was 2k... I may have gone a little over board lol)

[Reprieve - Chaggie]

Vaggie helps Charlie destress before a long busy day begins. Exhibitionism, oral,  Service Top Vaggie, embarrassed but very horny Charlie.

First time writing sapphic smut, but I love a sapphic romance book and I've read a lot, so I'm fairly confident.

Outline done, 2k words written, expected to be around 5k words total. Probably posting between X-mas and New Years? Unless I get the itch to finish it early

Other News:

And finally, this isn't a WIP but I applied to the Happy Zine in Hell as a writer! I don't have super high hopes cause there are over 380 other applicants, but thought I mention it just cause I was excited about it lol.

Also my RadioApple piss fic reached 1000 hits on AO3 let's gooo lmao

[scribbledquillz]

WIP WHENEVER

I was tagged by @blarrghe to share this week. Thank you so much for thinking of me!

I have unfortunately not been able to get much work in on my Dragon Age WIPs lately with summer shenanigans now in full swing. BUT I have been killing it with my comic script. And if you all can forgive some unconventional script formatting, I'd love to share one of the pages I've drafted up. ☺️

For a basic rundown of how this works - each page has a header showing how many panels the comic will have. The panels have basic descriptions of the action taking place in them, as well as notes of the overall mood of the moment for the artist I'm working with to capture the emotion I intend. Each numbered blurb is a speech bubble that will appear for the listed character. SFX is for visual sound effects - think onomatopoeia.

I hope you guys like the glimpse of what I'm building! Putting it under a cut to spare the dash, as well as tags. 🥰

PAGE TWENTY-TWO - EIGHT PANELS

PANEL ONE:

We see from behind SHAE as she opens her front door. ADAM is standing on her doorstep, a softer look on his face than we’ve seen since his arrival. His hands are in his coat pockets, the quad parked next to SHAE’s truck.

1. SHAE: …Dad? 

2. ADAM: Hey, sweetheart. 

3. ADAM: Did I catch you at a bad time?

PANEL TWO:

We see SHAE from the outside of the trailer at a side angle, one hand still on the door. She is clearly surprised to see that ADAM has come here. 

4. SHAE: Oh-! No, no I… I just didn’t think you-

5. SHAE: Do you want to come in? I just made coffee.

6. ADAM: That’d be real nice. 

PANEL THREE:

The two of them have stepped inside together. SHAE is walking back to the counter where her coffee mug is waiting, along with the rest of the pot. ADAM is wiping his boots off on a rug in front of the door as he looks around the trailer. 

7. ADAM: Looks good in here, Shae. Been doing a good job keeping the place up to your Mom’s standards. 

8. SHAE: Ha, yeah… Thanks. Pretty easy once you get into the habit, I guess.

PANEL FOUR:

ADAM is now standing next to SHAE’s table, and we can see the top of it from a downward angle. His hand is resting on it beside the paperwork SHAE has stacked back into a neat pile.  

SFX (from ADAM): whistle

9. ADAM (from off panel): This all for your school?

PANEL FIVE:

SHAE, who had opened up a cabinet and was reaching for another coffee mug, is looking back at her dad from over her shoulder with her hands still raised to hold open the cupboard, the other gripping said mug. 

10. SHAE: Oh - yeah it is. 

11. SHAE: Just the financial aid stuff. 

12. ADAM (off panel): Seems like a lot just for a few classes.

13. SHAE: Yeah, I guess it is. That should be the last of it I need to finish up, though.

PANEL SIX:

SHAE is in the foreground still facing the countertop. The coffee pot is in her hand and she is looking down at the new mug as she fills it for her dad. ADAM is still looking down at the paperwork, his fingers pushing the papers to see what’s underneath despite looking only half interested. 

14. ADAM: What’d you say you were going for again?

15. SHAE: Um, well - right now just the basics. You’ve got to take some core classes no matter what you want to major in. 

16. SHAE: Redwood’s more affordable so I figured I’d do those there. Then once I’ve got some good grades on my file I’m hoping to transfer to State on scholarship. 

17. ADAM: Why would you wanna do that if Redwood is cheaper?

PANEL SEVEN:

For a moment SHAE looks dead ahead - her dad might not have meant it, but that comment stung. 

PANEL EIGHT:

SHAE sighs as she picks up the two coffee mugs, letting her dad’s comment roll off her back. Like always. 

18. SHAE: Because Redwood doesn’t have the Environmental Conservation program I want to get my degree in, Dad.  

19. ADAM (off panel): Hmmph.

20. ADAM (off panel, under breath): Woods seem to be doing just fine on their own, far as I can tell.

Tags: @heniareth , @siriskulksnerding , @rosella-writes , @melisusthewee , @greypetrel, @shivunin , @jinakadaisy and YOU!

[reservoirreputation]

Me: I'm still on the fence about this placeholder title for my wip.

Also me: *has finally gotten to the part where it's The Title Drop* that's so fucking satisfying, I'm finally here oh my GOD

And now I'm ATTACHED

[physalian]

How To Make Your Writing Less Stiff 5

Movement

Dredging this back up from way back.

Make sure your characters move, but not too much during heavy dialogue scenes. E.g. two characters sitting and talking—do humans just stare at each other with their arms lifeless and bodies utterly motionless during conversation? No? Then neither should your characters. Make them…

Gesture

Wave

Frown

Laugh

Cross their legs/their arms

Shift around to get comfortable

Pound the table

Roll their eyes

Point

Shrug

Touch their face/their hair

Wring their hands

Pick at their nails

Yawn

Stretch

Sniff/sniffle

Tap their fingers/drum

Bounce their feet

Doodle

Fiddle with buttons or jewelry

Scratch an itch

Touch their weapons/gadgets/phones

Check the time

Get up and sit back down

Move from chair to tabletop

The list goes on.

Bonus points if these are tics that serve to develop your character, like a nervous fiddler, or if one moves a lot and the other doesn’t—what does that say about the both of them? This is where “show don’t tell” really comes into play.

As in, you could say “he’s nervous” or you could show, “He fidgets, constantly glancing at the clock as sweat beads at his temples.”

This site is full of discourse on telling vs showing so I’ll leave it at that.

Epithets

In the Sci-fi WIP that shall never see the light of day, I had a flashback arc for one male character and his relationship with another male character. On top of that, the flashback character was a nameless narrator for Reasons.

Enter the problem: How would you keep track of two male characters, one who you can't name, and the other who does have a name, but you can’t oversaturate the narrative with it? I did a few things.

Nameless Narrator (written in 3rd person limited POV) was the only narrator for the flashback arc. I never switched to the boyfriend’s POV.

Boyfriend had only a couple epithets that could only apply to him, and halfway through their relationship, NN went from describing him as “the other prisoner” to “his cellmate” to “his partner” (which was also a double entendre). NN also switched from using BF’s full name to a nickname both in narration and dialogue.

BF had a title for NN that he used exclusively in dialogue, since BF couldn’t use his given name and NN hadn’t picked a new one for himself.

Every time the subject of the narrative switched, I started a new paragraph so “he” never described either character ambiguously mid-paragraph.

Is this an extreme example? Absolutely, but I pulled it off according to my betas.

The point of all this is this: Epithets shouldn’t just exist to substitute an overused name. Epithets de-personalize the subject if you use them incorrectly. If your narrator is thinking of their lover and describing that person without their name, then the trait they pick to focus on should be something equally important to them. In contrast, if you want to drive home how little a narrator thinks of somebody, using depersonalizing epithets helps sell that disrespect.

Fanfic tends to be the most egregious with soulless epithets like "the black-haired boy" that tell the reader absolutely nothing about how the narrator feels about that black-haired boy, espeically if they're doing so during a highly-emotional moment.

As in, NN and BF had one implied sex scene. Had I said “the other prisoner” that would have completely ruined the mood. He’s so much more than “the other prisoner” at that point in the story. “His partner,” since they were both a combat team and romantically involved, encompassed their entire relationship.

The epithet also changed depending on what mood or how hopeless NN saw their situation. He’d wax and wane over how close he believed them to be for Reasons. NN was a very reserved character who kept BF at a distance, afraid to go “all in” because he knew there was a high chance of BF not surviving this campaign. So NN never used “his lover”.

All to say, epithets carried the subtext of that flashback arc, when I had a character who would not talk about his feelings. I could show you the progression of their relationship through how the epithets changed.

I could show you whenever NN was being a big fat liar about his feelings when he said he's not in love, but his narration gave him away. I could show you the exact moment their relationship shifted from comrades to something more when NN switched mid-paragraph from "his cellmate" to "his partner" and when he took up BF's nickame exclusively in the same scene.

I do the same thing in Eternal Night when Elias, my protagonist, stops referring to Dorian as "it" and "the vampire" instead of his name the moment they collide with a much more dangerous vampire, so jarringly that Elias notices in his own narration—the point of it being so explicit is that this degredation isn't automatic, it's something he has to conciously do, when everyone else in his clan wouldn't think twice about dehumanizing them.

—

Any literary device should be used with intent if you want those layers in your work. The curtains are rarely just blue. Whether it’s a simile with a deliberate comparison or an epithet with deliberate connotations, your readers will pick up on the subtext, I promise.

[prismicnexus]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by @onewingedsparrow ! :]

So very sorry for my belated reply, friend, I'm slowly dying of migranes and the flu.

Here are the WIP titles! I've decided that I would do them justice with compressed excerpts instead of my poor excuse of descriptions ▪︎ × ▪︎

¤ Ashen 《Original work》

“I will raise the towers you tore down, watch me.”

¤ Herald 《Aligned Continuity/IDW crossover AU》

“You are my chosen descendant. May Primus guide you always to light and let I be the one to stand as your compass.”

The mech hesitantly accepted the spectre’s embrace, spark bared against the stranger’s, slowly reaching out to it with his own as the threads of light started to fuse.

“The Thirteenth will always answer his herald, do not hesitate to call my name.”

¤ Sonorous 《Continuity soup; Medieval AU》

Soundwave slowly rose and turned around as the mass of Cybertronians slowly lowered themselves before him, his gaze set on two particular mechs as the voices of the acolytes thundered with great gusto.

“All hail The Sovereign, His radiance and majesty, The Hierarch of Cybertron!"

¤ Our Light Has No Frontier 《Transformers MTMTE》

Ratchet sputtered, “So let me get this straight: You got lost, came across a hole in the ground, leapt into it - straight into the arms of a native, stood before the ruler of the planet’s seventeen colonies, made a ‘Dad joke’ and received a fleet of ships as a reward for it-?”

Rodimus beamed, “Yep!”

¤ Death To The Stars 《Aligned continuity/IDW crossover AU》

Jazz smiled brightly, “Death to the stars.”

Prowl thought Jazz was strange - but that has always been a given with the mercenary, for only he could say things like that with such radiating joy. Regardless, he couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face as he turned his gaze skyward.

“Death to the stars.”

¤ These are the ones I've done solid brainstorming for. They're sitting in my docs, so bear with me until I remember how to work Ao3, so I can post these (one day, hopefully). Feel free to ask after any of the titles people :> ¤