#I can't write so y'all get snippets instead of a fic

[gcat01]

Harry and Jean are at their desks discussing a case. Both are reading files while they talk. Jean looks up to see Harry absently reaching for his coffee mug but missing because he is too interested in the file to bother looking.

Jean, almost reflexively, reaches across their desks and scoots the mug four centimeters to the right so Harry's hand finds the handle.

[brucewaynehater101]

Fic Tag Game!

@'ed by the wonderful @rewrittenwrongs

Rules:

Make a list of five (or so) of your WIPs for your followers to choose from

Post a snippet from one of your fics that you've worked on in the past week

Your followers get to send an ask with one of your WIPs!

You must then write a paragraph or so in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write a paragraph on it anyway and then another that you can share from something else

I do recommend adjusting the writing requirement depending on the size of your following. The point is to make some progress, so if you're not expecting a lot of asks, maybe make your goal bigger, and the inverse is true for large followings. Do you.

That's it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

No pressure tagging @op-sys-chaos If you see this and want to join, feel free to!

Fics and Snippets:

If y'all have name suggestions, I'll take 'em. I usually name fics after I'm done writing them

1. Unnamed Jason angst: It took years, years of Jason screaming and brawling and pleading and yelling and bearing his heart for the son to finally understand. It took stoney silences, cold shoulders, broken promises, beatings, and harsh words until he finally let it go.

2. Unnamed Tim's Robin Years Reveal: "Bruce…” The second youngest sounds out a bunch of words in his mind to try to describe the Dark Knight in his time of mourning. “He was Batman.” Red Robin nods to himself. A sardonic smile forms. “He was only Batman, and he was a wrathful one.”

3. Unnamed Batfam (minus Bruce) Crime Fam: Jason… doesn’t like calling for aid. Perhaps it's the trauma of his death rearing its ugly head, or maybe it's not being able to trust anyone. Perhaps it's born from passive suicidal tendencies and depersonalization (did Jason truly crawl out of that grave or was it a wraith). Either way, Jason refuses to request back up even in the most dire of situations. In this case, with Hood tied to a chair and steadily bleeding out, the teen almost allows nature to take its course. It would be easier.

4: Red's Robin: If it wouldn't make the situation worse, Jason would shake Tim's shoulders in frustration. Instead, he slowly reaches out to the kid. The eye contact, glance at his hands, and nod are enough of a consent for Jason to pick him up.

5. Unnamed kid Tim adopts Jason: Jason refuses to sit down, crossing his arms and glaring at the child threatening him. Tim tries to ask if he wants something to drink, but he is shot down with a snarl.

[according2thelore]

Are you still doing the ask game?

If yes, have you answered for:

5, 25, and (I'm so scared to ask) 30 😭😭😭

hi, anon! <3

i will ALWAYS answer ask games, haha! :) thank you for the ask!

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

"bittersweet ending" or "unhappy ending" (and variations therein, like "angst with unhappy ending," "no happy ending," etc.)

those tags immediately have me clicking out of a fic, i'm not going to lie. so i'm always trying to rationalize it to people about to click on my fic like "b-but 🥺 i promise it's more sweet than bitter bestie 🥺pls don't do this to us🥺"

only a few of my fics have this even apply to them, but whenever they do i go...hm...maybe i can put this as spoilers at the bottom of the fic instead? </3

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

depends! for fics over 20k i prefer an outline.

for example, when writing the BUABS rewrite, i watched the whole episode and took notes on canon timeline (i had a literal time line of events lol), and mannerisms meg!sam did when she thought she was losing control of a situation. that outline sheet was pretty funny, lol, but other than that i pretty much free-handed it.

i could NOT have gotten through or made "house song" or "we didn't get it right" coherent without an outline. for plot-heavy fics, i prefer to do an outline, and i still have most of them if y'all are ever interested, lol.

but if it's under 20k, outlining becomes tedious and the helpfulness decreases exponentially. sometimes, fics get away from me. for example, i didn't have an outline for "love potion no. 9," the hanahaki fic, or "souls tied." your average according2thelore fic has no outline at all.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but didn't.

oh boy! there were multiple! i have almost written a million fics, with varying levels of completion/planning. here are a few that came the closest!

fic where dean is cursed to think sam has abandoned him, and can't see sam no matter what sam says or what he does; sam has to find the cure while watching dean go through all of his stages of grief for him. [reason for abandonment: no plot, lmao; originally mean to fill "isolation" space for WW July]

fic where they get accidentally married, can't get farther than a mile away from each other without collapsing, and have to go on a quest to get a magical divorce but end up realizing they don't actually want to get a divorce [reason for abandonment: way too ambitious for a WW July fic; originally mean to fill "in sickness and in health" space]

"someone was listening" was meant to be a ~30k fic exploring more of junior's resentment of dean. i wrote a two page outline of what i wanted to happen, it was gonna be huge. [reason for abandonment: ran out of time, plain and shrimple. i'm still not super happy with it, and hope i can eventually come back and actually finish it.]

quote: "So much of my life has been about you. So much of my life was spent waiting for you, like you'd walk back in through the front door any second. Dad kept your keys on the hook." "You and Dad didn't talk for a few years, right? Before you came to pick him up from school? It was like, my whole life, Dad was just waiting for you to come pick him up again."

fic where sam has to decide what to do with all of dean's items after he's dead (i.e., toothbrush, dishes, clothes, trinkets, DVDs, records, etc.). i put up a couple of snippets for a wip ask game a while back! [reason for abandonment: i simply could not live in that constant wave of consuming grief. my stomach would sink every time i opened the doc; written originally for a WW event, can't remember which prompt though.]

thank you again for this ask, anon! <3

from this writer's ask game here!

-lizzy

[kdm13]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people. i was tagged by @staravya and i guess i'm just gonna try to find my ten most recently edited wips that aren't, you know, group things that are never going to be posted publicly because there's Too Much Lore (small roleplay servers that go on for years be like that lol)

Tagging: idk. uhhhhhhh @thedreamparadox and @scatterpatter i guess lmao. i'm not sure who's all done this sort of thing already, but consider yourself tagged if you want to do it

Childhood of Dreams (Bendy and the Dark Revival technically). haven't written much more than this and none of it is polished but it's the most recent thing i've worked on that wasn't what i posted yesterday lmao

2. haven't actually titled this one yet, but i saw a fun poem format and wanted to play in it lmao. i'm not sure how i feel about the last two stanzas, so i haven't posted it yet. not sharing more than this because there's so much i might change about it. can't stop won't stop writing cyclical poetry about batim, apparently

3. the Key to the Ink Machine (the fic i keep alluding to in tags occasionally. crossover between Bendy and the Ink Machine, Ducktales (2017), and Kingdom Hearts. plus Max is there) y'all this one takes so much work but i wanna get it all done before i post it because it insists on being written in weird orders lmao. i have never done so much filling in the gaps before while writing in my life i swear to peck

4. lmao this one is literally just titled "Doey companion story" rn because i never got far enough to give it a proper title. one of those "this fic got a lot of attention which has given me motivation to write about more in this vein" that quickly just fell to the wayside

5. Making a Demon (more batim fic. it's like one of my friend groups got real into it or something lmao) do not ask me why the font is different, i do not remember. this is one of three fics that i hope to finish around the same time, or at least be able to post in a certain order. it's very "what happens when you tear a cartoon into a world with complex shadows and mistreat them as they're trying to learn to understand the world?"

6. Unfinished Business (fnaf fic somehow lmao) i've been poking at this chapter on and off for uh. a while now. oops whoops. gosh this snippet seems out of nowhere if you haven't read the rest of the fic lmao

7. Ango's Field Trip (TAZ Balance/Amnesty crossover) haha i have been working on this chapter on and off for. even longer than the previous one! fuck!

8. the years start coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming (Indigo Park) i uh. actually started working on this not long after the first chapter dropped. there were hardly any fics. i had hoped to be one of the first. that. did not happen. what's a focus can you eat it

9. Toon Logic (more Bendy fic oops whoops. there's a reason this series has its own folder in ellipsus) Bendy, after being forced into a small form for the first time, has to figure out how to use the power of comedy instead of horror to escape Wilson's grasp

10. technically it's supposed to be one of the side stories for the huge crossover here, but it contains spoilers for that fic (even the title does), so. next most recent instead! A Call for Help (batim) takes place after the first novel. in first person because that's how Buddy wanted it written i guess idk. another of the three fics i hope to finish around the same time and post alongside each other

bonus: Possessive Tendencies (batim) takes place directly after the third novel ends. the third of the ones i hope to finish and start posting around the same time. idk why Rose isn't sticking to the first person of the novels, but here we are. the reason i want to start posting these three around the same time is there's non-consensual (and harmful) body-sharing in this one where Bendy starts out harmful gremlin, and i definitely do not want this one to be the first proper story batim fic i publicly post. then there's non-consensual (but friendly) body-sharing in A Call for Help. and then Making a Demon starts out with Bendy being super confused (but friendly) and exposed to the eldritch horrors that are complex shadows without solid lines to make things clear. so. yeah. i basically really want to write and post this one, but also want it to not be anyone's first exposure to my writing. like, this story is a delight (also Rose needs more love), but i don't normally write the bean so mean, nor do i normally write body-sharing so negatively. i figure posting it alongside the other two will negate the negativity of this one

[axailslink]

Friend?

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

WARNING ⚠️: obvious racism however I will not be using racist terms because I just don't write that I will instead imply racism. Also there's a lot of cursing but like let's be honest if you've been on my blog I curse all the time.

Summary: you're a beautiful singer and a complicated situation introduces you to Rosalie Otterbourne for you to both take a liking to each other.

A/n: y'all knew this was coming her character is based on the 1930s

Snippet from the fic: “ "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem." ”

You're new to performing but many of all color have said you've got a voice on you and it ain't no pretty voice not one you can fall asleep to oh no that damn voice of yours is one you can't help but glance over in any room. Your voice demands attention whether it be your singing voice or your speaking voice and you know it. So for your fifth performance of the last two weeks you've been trying to find someplace to sleep It doesn't matter if you've got a voice soft as summer rain if you're not white they don't give a damn they'll make you sleep outside with the promise of breakfast later. Fucking bastards.

When you walked into the hotel you knew you weren't welcome but your money is just as good as anyone else's... Right? Wrong. When you approach the desk up front they act as if you aren't there as if you aren't speaking "excuse me" you have tried so many times to be nice but it just isn't cutting it "excuse me goddamn it I know you can hear me" the white male glances up at you then back to the newspaper in front of him. He's loud when he speaks now into the phone he's holding to his ear "we have a very hostile custome-" anything he says beyond this is completely blurred from your mind as you grab the phone "hostile? You want to see hostile sir because I'll sh-" you feel a pair of arms grab your own "I'm truly sorry Mr. Atom it seems my sister has had too much to drink tonight." You glance back at the gorgeous woman grabbing you tight "sister? Miss Otterbourne only has one niece you think me a fool?" She shakes her head "no of course not I think you're plenty smart we're like sisters she's a little late from when we arrived I'd happily buy a room for her if you'd let me." You shake your head "you don't have to buy my room I'm not poor" she pinches the side of your dress snapping a bit of skin causing you to gasp but you say nothing else as the man nods and carefully takes the phone from you and wraps the cord.

"So miss Otterbourne this crazed woman is with you?" "Yes sir and I'd like to get her a room please" he glares at you but sighs at her "we have trouble with you as is a woman of your traits..." you can feel the woman's anger building now too. "We won't be no trouble I promise now and you know I keep my promises" the woman carefully hands him her wallet "take as much as you want for the room it won't hurt me."

When you're finally gifted the key to your room you both leave silently up the stairs when out of sight of anyone else she lets you go "girl what are you trying to do? Get killed? Are you dumb?" You shake your head "of course not I uhm..." Yeah, she may be scolding you right now but her beauty is undeniable and it doesn't go unnoticed. "You can't do that here. So I'm going to ask again. Are you dense?" You shake your head "no of course not I've gone to school." For a moment she's surprised but she returns to her current attitude as she scoffs "so you know that could have gotten you killed?" You sigh as she walks in front of you guiding you to your room which coincidentally is very close to her own. "I'm sorry" she sighs "look you are no kin to me but another woman that looks a little something like me gets killed here because she was being "hostile" because she was being "angry" we don't get to be that okay? Not here we don't have that luxury so please be careful." She gives you your key and for the first time ever you feel cared for a complete stranger shares care for you.

"Thank you" Rosalie scoffs "can I know your name?" Rosalie shakes her head "no you get to know that room that I just probably spent so much on" you look her up and down.

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Your time spent in your room is amazing it has everything but you can't help but think of the woman who was so willing to help you earlier. She was gorgeous her hair was perfect as if whoever did it took their time and didn't rush. Her dress clung to her as if it was made for her and all you received from her was a scowl and glare but you know if she were to smile it would light up a room. Not knowing her name is going to kill you it's hard to fantasize about someone you don't know. You sit in bed just imagining her sitting beside you and smiling in your mind sometimes she'll get up and offer to dance with you it's top-tier delusion because no woman would look at a woman the way you do. No one would reciprocate that feeling but how could you know? You're dragged out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on your door two emotions immediately feel your chest fear and anger. Fear for the woman because, to be honest, you're a bit fearful of her she's strong mentally you can see it, and anger for that desk man it could only be those two.

When you open the door it's slightly cracked because you've gotten cozy and if it's her you don't want her to see you like this all dressed down in your slippers and gown with your hair tied back. It is her she's confused for a moment as to why the door is practically shut but ignores it as she speaks "I realize now I may have been rude earlier you asked my name I'm Rosalie Otterbourne" you smile because you can finally put a name to that beautiful face. "Right well I'm Y/n Y/l/n" Rosalie smiles on the other side of the door. "I've heard about you beautiful colored gal can sing her heart out?" You laugh shyly letting the door crack open a bit more "I wouldn't say all that but I'm good" Rosalie gently pushes the door open completely she's also standing in her night gown and slippers. "I see you're all alone here no guests can I join?" You nod slowly opening the door. "I don't have much would you like a cigarette?" She nods "gladly" the glances she shares with you now are very different from earlier they're not glares or scowls they're soft.

When you hand her the cigarette she smiles "I'll smoke later right now I want to talk to you" you're taken back because what does she want to talk about and why with you? "Alright" she carefully sits on the edge of your bed while you just watch admiring eyes "you're alone I don't see no manager either so you manage your own money?" Of course it's business. "Yes but if you've come to discuss my money you should leave I don't like talking business before bed." Rosalie shakes her head "no not at all I'm... That's just what I'm good at. The truth is I don't like being alone here and I think you're the best woman to keep me company." You nod slowly as her wandering eyes gaze down to your hand. "You're not married?" You shake your head "I couldn't see myself married with some man who thinks he can control me so no I'm not married I'm truly alone." Rosalie smiles a bit "I'm not married either" you hum as you light a cigarette "I could have guessed that Ms. Otterbourne you speak like you don't need a man" she shrugs "because I don't need nor want one." That's something you could agree on for sure but do you both have the same reasoning?

"That must be lonely not having the touch of another" Rosalie nods as she carefully grabs your hand rubbing where at your fine age a ring should be causing you to take a long drag from your cigarette. "It can be but not when I have friends. Would you like to be my friend Y/n?" You nod as she now holds your hand firmly "friend?" She nods "just someone to touch me so I don't need the touch of another." This is getting all too confusing friends don't look at you the way she's doing right now but a friend is probably the best title. Rosalie scoots back on your bed head laying on the pillows you could be reading this whole situation wrong but then you could be reading it completely right.

If you're reading a book and you see meaning in between the lines there is usually meaning between the lines. Seeing as you're stuck in your spot Rosalie is quick to stand "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem."

Rosalie smiles and turns around now "This may be wrong in so many eyes but I have to ask if I were to kiss you would run and scream bloody murder or would you kiss back?" You're not in any way caught off guard from this question you've been wishing for something of the sort since she arrived at your door but for it to be a reality it's a bit nerve wrecking now. "I wouldn't scream because I'd be too busy mumbling your name" Rosalie's smile doesn't leave her face as she presses a gentle kiss to both your cheeks then your lips. You've kissed people before but no kiss with a man has ever made you feel the way this one shared with Rosalie does. You don't pull apart for the longest time her hands climbing their way over your thin gown caressing your body through it causing you to gasp and gently grab her by the waist needing her closer. When she pulls away you are both gasping for air however neither one of your hands leaves the other in fact you find your way to your bed which you lay upon first and her hands are finally sliding underneath your gown as you place your lit cigarette on the wooden table beside you gently stubbing it out. Her hands are cold and soft as they touch every bare part of you but she stops suddenly "I may have gotten a little excited I apologize" her hands slowly retract from your warm body leaving you much colder now. "It's my fault I lead you on I've never done anything like that with a woman." You sit up now "I am sorry" she shakes her head "no you have nothing to apologize for I come on strongly when it's something I want." You nod still unsure with her actions because you definitely encouraged those actions when that kiss happened.

"What is it you want?" Rosalie sighs as she stares at your helpless state "I have no idea but this isn't the first time I've done this I want to kiss you again I want to touch you like a man does but as me as a woman." Is this a confession? Is the woman you just met confessing to you? "I uhm same absolutely it's just that I've never done that and I feel like we shouldn't...?" She nods as you slowly sit up and pull your gown back below your knees "uhm you could have that cigarette now" you suggest she shakes her head "I don't think that would help mend my mind from you because I find you amazing. From what I hear you're amazing I might be attracted to you because you remind me of myself and call me egotistical but I love woman with my spirit. I like you." You nod slowly "please stop telling me that because I'm not the best with fighting temptation as you saw only moments ago and you're looking at me..." Your words fade as Rosalie bends down to you on the bed "you are interested in me I can see that and will not let you go so please allow me to not be alone." You nod as her lips graze your own "yeah" but before she can kiss you for the second time tonight a knock interrupts you both but Rosalie won't let that interrupt the current vibe you two have going. She carefully lets her hand push you back on the bed as she kisses you again this time it somehow elevates the feeling from the earlier kiss. Neither of you worry about air as you gasp and breath in each other's air so close you can feel the heat emitting off of both of your skin.

Another knock causes you to groan as Rosalie pulls away and grabs the cigarette you gifted her earlier and she lights it with her lighter before answering the door. Surprised to see her aunt she chokes for a moment "I'll be in the room soon just enjoying a night cap." Ms. Otterbourne is no fool she knows what Rosalie was enjoying and it surely wasn't a drink. Her swollen lips prove her theory as she nods. Rosalie closes the door and returns to you "that's my aunt she's not a worry" you nod as she takes a drag from her cigarette and sits beside you. "I have to get going soon" after what just happened? Absolutely not you need her to stay because you have not had one chance to initiate either of the kisses and like she said this can be lonely. "Stay just for the night you've initiated our last kiss I want to initiate this one." Rosalie smiles seeing the shyness that once held you back slowly fade "really?" You nod "I think you surely don't deserve to be alone tonight and neither do I so mayb-" Rosalie straddles your lap as you speak "I'd love that a lot but you can't be afraid to touch me" she grabs your hands and leads them to her thighs slowly sliding them up her making her gown bunch up at her waist. "I'm not scared" she smiles "hopefully not."

A/n: I honestly did not know where to end this like at all I got to typing and just kept going I apologize dearies.

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[onepintobean]

wipsday again!

Thank you for the tags today @artsyunderstudy and on Sunday @basiltonbutliketheherb @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @palimpsessed @technetiumai @martsonmars @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter ! It has been so wonderful and inspirational to see everything y'all have been working on (there's SO MUCH great stuff going on right now!)

I'm back at it again, and today, I come bearing the very first peek at my lil fic for EGF. (For which I finished the first draft of last night!!!!! Entire weeks before the deadline! Who am I, and why am I acting so OOC???)

This snippet is nothing too spicy (except by implication), but it's going under the cut regardless because this post already feels far too long and we're not yet halfway through.

For context, this is a short sickfic about chronic illness, food, and, ofc, sex. Even without full context, I think this snippet explains what it's about better than I ever could:

Baz POV.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re wearing my trackie bottoms?” he asks at last.

I freeze, caught out. Sure he’s going to call me out for having been too tired to put on real trousers. For stealing his instead. For wanting him with me, on me, badly enough that I didn't mind not getting properly dressed.

Snow just returns to sucking on my neck.

I bat him away. “You’re going to give me hives.”

He pouts at me. He has such good lips for pouting. Thick and soft and warm.

I want to feed him strawberries. I want to kiss the flavour out of his mouth.

“Let’s have lunch.” I dry my hands on the tea towel. “And wash your hands.”

He laughs, nudging past me to turn on the tap. “Nothing worse on my hands than I’ll have in my mouth later,” he says. Like it’s a foregone conclusion.

Anyway! This is my first time writing smut, so even this is nerve-wracking and exciting to share all at once. (Now I can't chicken out and never post it!) It's been slow going, but apparently being cooped up in my apartment for this winter weather was the push I needed to get the draft done.

Sending a hi, hello, how are you, and a ever-essential STAY WARM to @cutestkilla @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @yellobb @raenestee @confused-bi-queer @theearlgreymage @hushed-chorus @chen-chen-chen-again-chen and everyone else reading this! ❤

[thosetwofirefighters]

(wip) fuck it friday (on saturday)

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

totally meant to do this yesterday but then I got distracted, and you know how that goes... tagged by the amazing @the-likesofus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and @shortsighted-owl thank y'all so much!! ily <3

every time a tag game like this comes around, I always wish I named my docs in a more interesting way, and then I never change the names of any of my docs. anywaaaay, the names of my current wips are:

fisting wip

nancy/marjan get caught?

fake dating au

wax play wip

smutfic for minja (psst @lilbuddie)

technically i don't even have a doc for minja's fic yet, since everything i've written for it is in my notebook, but i figured since that's the fic i'm sharing a snippet of, i should list it? lol

please don't judge this, i wrote it yesterday and haven't looked at it since:

It's something he would usually be eagerly listening to and asking so many questions about, but Eddie's hand is on his thigh, hot to the touch even through Buck's jeans, and he can't focus on anything but his boyfriend. He rubs circles into Buck's inseam with his thumb, and it takes all of Buck's willpower not to glare at him for the torturous touch. But they can't afford too much attention on them, so Buck refrains, pretending he's engrossed in the conversation instead of barely listening. Chim and Maddie return a few minutes later, and Buck uses the distraction to shoot a pointed look at Eddie, grabbing the hand on his thigh to halt its movements. Wordlessly, he tries to beg Eddie to stop teasing him, but the older man just smirks before adopting a faux innocent expression and asking Maddie what song they signed up to sing.

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @lilbuddie @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper