#Snippets of TN writing

[brokenstar-s]

laughing as I write a fun and fluff scene of the chain enjoying themselves and being brothers in sequel before then utterly making the switch to angsty TN writing scenes were they are on the edge of sanity

[its-all-papaya]

do you have any clingy/possessive landoscar thoughts? 🤔

Yes. I do have thoughts. Thank you for asking.

tell me what you wish I'd write

I am… obsessed with clingy needy Lando. And I don’t write him suuuuper that way a lot, I usually try and rein him in, but if you want me to be self-indulgent, I can and will.

snippet at the end!

update: second bonus snippet here

Lando basically always wants Oscar. His attention, his laughter, his hands, his everything. All of it. All the time. Lando’s always been like that with the people he cares about. Max F, Carlos, everybody he’s ever dated… He knows he’s needy. He can usually keep a pretty good handle on things, though (he’s had a lot of practice). But sometimes, when his guard is down or when things are bad, his control over it slips a bit. And with Oscar, it’s like it’s ten times worse.

Even before they were properly close, Lando would get drunk and start asking after Oscar. His teammate was never out with them, but Lando would have his eighth drink in the club, or he’d do some lines with Max, or whatever, and it would be “I wish Oscar was here” and “can you call Oscar and ask if he’ll meet us?” and “I bet Oscar’s still awake, should I text him?” Extremely noticeable. And some of Lando’s more casual friends would be kind of blindsided because - again - Lando’s really good at being normal about Oscar when he’s got his whole brain to work with. But it’s Saturday night in Monaco over winter break and he says “it’s morning in Australia, I can FaceTime Oscar, right?” and his friends are like “didn’t know it was like that, mate?”

(He does FaceTime Oscar, on his walk home when there’s nobody to stop him, smile dopey as soon as Oscar picks up. The sun is shining in the background and making Oscar kind of glow around the edges, and Lando says “you look like an angel” and Oscar laughs and that’s even worse, Jesus, “you’re so pretty, Oscar, did you know?” and Oscar had been in the middle of a workout, but he sucks on his water bottle and grins and lets Lando talk nonsensically at him for 15 straight minutes until he’s safe and locked into his apartment with a glass of water on his bedside table. “Put some paracetamol out for yourself in the morning, okay? And sleep tight, Lando.” “Thanks, angel.”)

The second season is really different. They’re much looser and Lando forgets more often that he’s supposed to be holding himself back, giving Oscar space. It’s stupid, he’s been doing it with everyone all his life, but it’s like Oscar wipes his mind blank, and he’s weaseling his way under his arm every other minute at the MTC, hooking a chin over his shoulder while they review data, following him into his driver’s room after practice and talking Oscar through his entire hour, every lap. Oscar never really tells him off, though. He just nods and smiles his quiet smile and drops odd comments when Lando lets his train of thought go a little too far off track.

Getting closer with Oscar is probably a mistake for at least one of them, because it’s like giving Lando’s brain permission to think about him even more. Oscar’s thread is always near the top when Lando opens WhatsApp, and tapping his number to call is too near to muscle memory for Lando to talk himself out of it when he’s drunk. More often than not when he’s out, the night begins and ends with Oscar - a “coming tn?" as Lando walks in and a blurry, giggly “‘lo, Osc,” through a dark front camera on his way out.

Oscar starts out with a hint of decorum. He’ll throw a shirt on before answering Lando’s call, flick the bedside lamp on, and prop his phone up so his face is mostly in frame. That lasts a few weeks, then he starts answering in the middle of whatever he’s already doing (like brushing his teeth, one memorable time, when Lando had insisted on counting up to 120 for him to make sure he did a satisfactory job) and in whatever state he’s already in. By China, Oscar’s answering from bed half the time, face barely discernible in the dark of the hotel room, mostly just mumbling “mhm” while Lando tells him all about what he’s gotten up to at the bars.

SNIPPET (kind of? this was a bullet point and then I realized I was typing actual prose so it’s a bit of a blend… bare with me… it was like 2am for me when this was cooked up…)

Oscar doesn’t come out after Miami. But he does - and he’d deny this to anybody except Lando himself, probably, and even then only when Lando’s too fucked up to remember it - stay up waiting for Lando’s call. He’d congratulated Lando in person multiple times at the track, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s embarrassing to admit, but as much as he used to find Lando’s drunk calls a little inconvenient (though always distantly amusing) he’s grown quite attached to them somewhere along the line - the quiet intimacy, the little jokes and admissions and compliments Lando hands out when he’s far gone and using Oscar to bring himself down. Lando doesn’t call anybody else like that (Oscar had asked him once, when he was waiting for his Uber in some city or another at half two in the morning). It’s just for them - a special them. 

It gets late, though. Lando always rings late, but it gets late enough that Oscar starts worrying that Lando won’t call at all, that he’s taken someone home, or he’s passed out on someone’s couch, or he’s planning to be out so late it turns right over to early the next day instead. The sun is rising when his phone finally goes off. He’s dozed a bit on and off, the exhaustion of his own race winning out for minutes at a time, but he’s left his ringer on to make sure he doesn’t miss Lando. It’s a special occasion, yeah? He can’t be held accountable. He just doesn’t want to be the one responsible for bringing Lando down from his high inadvertently by shirking his cooldown call. 

Anyway, it’s past 4 a.m. when Oscar’s jolted from his half-daze by the notification, and he sees he’s missed a few texts ahead of time, asking if he’s awake. He hadn’t answered, obviously, but Lando’s calling anyway. Oscar’s too tired, brain too soft and amorphous, to decide how to feel about that at the moment.

“Morning, angel,” he says when he picks up. It’d started as a joke, as most of their little idiosyncrasies had, a reversal, but it’s probably not totally that anymore.

“Oscar,” Lando says. Oscar had expected him to be loud, still riding out his high, but he’s practically whispering. When Oscar finally musters up the will to check the screen, Lando’s in the dim dark somewhere. All quiet.

“Yeah, babe.” They don’t talk like this normally. It’s like these calls exist in a liminal space between their day-to-day lives now and whatever Oscar’s convinced they’re headed towards.

“It’s not morning,” Lando says. A light turns on off-screen.

“Not for you, maybe. I was asleep.” Oscar rubs at his eyes for effect, even though Lando’s not really looking at the phone. His eyes snap to the camera at that, though, and Oscar watches his face fall a little.

“I woke you?”

Oscar doesn’t give it long before he’s shushing Lando gently, “It’s alright. I’m glad you did, I want to hear about your night.”

Lando brightens back up. He’s not as drunk as Oscar expected, but he’s far enough from sober to be pretty suggestible, still, pretty easy with a smile.

He launches into a story about Max and some other names Oscar instantly forgets and a band Oscar’s never heard of, and - as the camera jostles with Lando’s efforts to pry his own shoes off - Oscar realizes he’s already back to his hotel room. 

When Lando hits a long enough pause in his rambling, Oscar says, “Hey, Lan, you want to get ready for bed? You should sleep a little.”

Lando’s nose wrinkles and his face takes on the petulant tilt Oscar is well-acquainted with after half a year of these late-night-early-morning calls.

“C’mon,” he encourages, “you’ll feel better tomorrow. I’ll help.”

Lando agrees, though he still looks a little sour about it, so Oscar talks him slowly through his nighttime routine between stretches of “Oh! Oscar! Max called Charles pretty five times, I think," and “Have you ever had a cherry bomb? Someone ordered me one.” Oscar helps him pick out a soft t-shirt to sleep in and reminds him to fill a glass with water for the bedside table and counts to 120 while Lando brushes his teeth, phone propped against the mirror. 

When everything’s sorted and Lando is sliding into bed, Oscar yawns and says, “Good to go?”

Unexpectedly, Lando’s eyes go big and kind of watery at that, and he picks the phone up from the covers and brings it close to his face so Oscar’s screen is mostly pout.

“You’re going?” Lando asks, and he sounds so forlorn that Oscar can feel his heart ache in his chest.

“Was going to,” Oscar confirms, even though it hurts a little, “You want me to stay?”

The light’s off, but Oscar can still see Lando hide his face in his pillow. It’s no surprise, then, when Lando’s, “Yeah. Please?” comes out muffled by the bulk of it.

Oscar softens to it. It was never a question.

“Okay,” he says, “you need me to talk? Or just stay on?”

“Stay on,” Lando says. His voice is back to normal, but it’s tiny, a little fragile. So different from the hours and hours leading up to this, Oscar thinks, contextualizing.

“Might fall asleep,” Oscar warns. His lamp’s back off, too, and with Lando safe and sound, Oscar’s bed feels cozier than ever.

“S’okay,” Lando says, “me too.”

“That’s good,” Oscar sets his phone next to him on the bed. Lando’s done the same, both screens matching black and gray, matching hotel ceilings just a few doors apart. “Goodnight, race winner.”

Lando’s laugh is mostly just a hard exhale, but it warms Oscar from the inside out just the same.

“Goodnight, angel.”

(I wrote another whole scene for this ask but this got kind of long already.... so if anybody would like to see it.... all it takes is one little ask... lmk.... xoxo)

[jesuistrestriste]

update on the soft dom!art donaldson fic:

b/c im actually writing a full fic instead of a short lil drabble (like i had originally planned to do), its not looking like it will be posted tn:,)

im a bit of a perfectionist so,, i dont want to post something im not proud of. im gonna finish writing it tonight, ill edit it/tweak it tomorrow afternoon, and it will be posted tomorrow evening !! <3

here’s a tiny snippet to give u a taste of what im working on:

*NSFW*

very excited to get this fully finished + polished up tomorrow <3

(also most of the fic is from the reader's pov, just this lil bit and a sprinkling of other tiny bits are from "his pov")

update: posted !!

[bluemantics]

kinda wanna finish my klance fantasy au,,,,,, ouyggghh the urge to write a long crazy ass FIC returns

maybe I’ll post the snippet I wrote for it tn!!

[california-112]

5, 14, 25 for end of year questions 👽👽

From this game

5 - TV show of the year?

You already KNOW it's TXF. Don't lie. I've only had those funky little FBI agents since August, but if anything happened to them I would [remembers some jokes only make my mental health worse] make a whole bunch of GIFs then write a six-chapter seasonal fic where they're both happy and get to have good time.

Look out for that over the next week or so!

Anyway yeah. The X Files. The show ever, I can't believe I waited this long to get into it, it's so good and so silly and occasionally very profound but more often just silly. And it has a great and active fandom that's getting bigger by the day! Yay!

(Aside: Everyone: Drop GIF requests if you have any! I need something to procrastinate on so the above six-chapter seasonal fic gets finished ^^' They may even get made next year!)

14 - Favorite book you read this year?

My favourite book that I actually finished would have to be Tempest Pilot by Jim Sheddan and Norman Franks. It's a memoir of Sheddan's career in the RNZAF during WW2, and let me tell you, this man was insane. All sorts of hilarious escapades, on and off duty, it's a brilliant read which cuts right to the bone in places. He was one of the first people, if not the first, to successfully ditch a Typhoon, and even then came away with pretty bad injuries. I highly reccommend it, particularly to anyone with an interest in the history of air side of WW2, or aviation in general :)

25 - Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one.

Oh, interesting! I've actually made quite a few minor characters across various stories/projects, but the favourite that comes to mind is as part of my main WIP: 'Maps' Mapleton.

Despite the nickname, his surname is pronounced as 'Maypul-tn'. He appears briefly as a reoccuring character during the immediately post-WW2 period of the project, a member of the squadron that my main character, Red, is temporarily attached to, and he acts sort of like a mentor. Here are some bits where he appears so far!

(Pspsps @hogans-heroes, some more snippets...)

Thank you for the asks, and Happy New Year! 🎆 :D

[yandere-yearnings]

GET READY 🫵

i am being so normal abt this rn i swear,,,,,

NO I'M SORRY I'M A LIAR I'M SCREAMING AHFKRJGJKSKF AYA??????? AYA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i am alr so in love w/ this, i've read it like five times like how did you capture his behaviours so perfectly in a single paragraph😩💕 all that's happening so far is setting the scene and it's still such a vibe i'm actually so enamoured🥺🩷

thank you for giving me a snippet of your precious writing, this is how i'm gonna get into bed tn as i think abt it for forever now

[penvisions]

dev's lil update

hey y'all ♡

it's been a while since i've been fully present on here!

i've been settling in after a rather hectic past six / seven months of moving from tn -> ar -> ca after getting fired for health reasons and then being unable to find employment. BUT i've managed to get not just one but two jobs here in ca

i'm so excited to have stuff to fill my days again and to help me get out of the financial hole i had fallen down in the midst of this year

i've been dipping my toes back into reading and writing, still feeling a little...hesitant and self-conscious tbh, but i am so proud of myself and the strides i've made recently with working on my wips and these two pieces:

services requested {older! joel miller x younger, rich! reader}

there's a place and time {no-outbreak! joel miller x neighbor! reader}

my space and page is a welcome one, please feel free to reach out for fic recs, send me links to works you're excited about that you've written or read, snippets about your day, whatever and whenever you want! if you express kindness and friendship, you'll get it in return ♡

[wakaposting]

random snippet of first idea for 2025 writing prompt list... not fully sure of where this is going but here's a chunk from the 900 words i wrote tn

“Are you afraid of anything, Yorishige?”

Closing his book again, Yorishige could not hold back a delighted laugh. “What’s this all of a sudden?” he asked good-naturedly, shooting a glance over to Tokiyuki. “Asking me such strange questions.”

“It isn’t strange,” Tokiyuki said simply. He shifted his legs slightly, crossing one over the other. “I’m asking because I’d like to know. Do you get scared easily?”

“Well, what exactly do you mean by scared?” Now tickled by this new development, Yorishige set his book aside on the small table next to the couch. He shifted his position, resting his chin in one hand and his elbow on the arm of the couch, and looked at Tokiyuki with purpose. He was smiling to himself, though he really didn’t know why. “Scared of something small, like bugs? Scared of something big? So scared I can’t think straight?”

Tokiyuki let out a small and light hmph, unimpressed by Yorishige’s teasing questions, although all he was doing was asking for confirmation. “You can just answer me. You needn’t be so difficult.” Though his words said differently, his tone was just as playful.

“I am not being difficult,” said Yorishige warmly, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he eyed his temperamental lover with fondness. “I need this information to answer the questions you’re asking of me. And why are you asking me such things, anyway? Are you planning to do something awful to me, Tokiyuki-kun?”

Tokiyuki slowly lowered his phone, peeking at Yorishige over the top. His eyes glittered strangely. When he spoke, his mouth was still obscured by the phone in his hand. “Something awful?” he echoed in performative innocence. 

“Well,” Yorishige said demurely, as he gently nudged at Tokiyuki’s legs in his lap. Tokiyuki took the hint and moved them. “It sounds like you’re cooking up a way to frighten me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

Yorishige beamed, a small glint in his eye as he scooted himself closer to Tokiyuki. He leaned over slightly, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “What are you looking at so intently over there?”

“Is it any of your business?” Tokiyuki asked him, his tone haughty in a way that was quite purposeful, and quite transparent. 

“Oh, so it must be something you don’t want me to see,” Yorishige teased. He felt a slight warmth in his cheeks, only exacerbated when Tokiyuki’s sharp eyes alighted on him, narrowing knowingly. The look sent a quiet thrill through him. 

He swallowed, feeling his throat tighten just a bit. Truth be told, he was still not used to flirting - if you could even call this airy, circular back-and-forth ‘flirting’. Yorishige didn’t know exactly what it was, to be honest, but it was addicting in the strangest, most unexpected way. 

[cloudynyims]

What snippet are you talking about ?👀

Okayyyyy there's been 3 asks about this now but I wanted it to be a surprise 😭 I'm probably going to finish it tn or tomorrow bc writing is my escape and I need an escape today haha

but i'll give the tentative title and maybe you can guess which snippet it is :) it was floating around a little bit ago i don't exactly remember when but yeah... it's going to be between 2k/3k words unless i go insane and write more than that for some reason. but it's coming sooooon! Very very soon!

tentative working title (i'm not married to this title but this is what it is for now): First interaction, first responder

okay now that I'm writing that title out i'm probably going to change it but that's my hint

[brokenstar-s]

Idea

Cyberpunk LU au

[nuclearforest]

sitting here to myself reading old works and drafts only to get obliterated by what I thought was a super well written scene and now I wanna spread that joy in a tag game.

there are no requirements for the number of folks that can tag, but if you are tagged: know that the person who tagged you wants you to share three of your favorite lines/descriptions/scenes that you're written.

wanna give it a try? @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth @hellogreyeyedathena @neet0 @corvidcrybaby @zestyaahbutler

3.

The minute parting of her lips and ruby red dust on her cheeks burn her expression into his memory and he knows that he’ll savor it over and over again. A big bad wolf and his sweet little bunny, living in their cottage in the woods with a floor of wildflowers. Better yet, it’ll be the same little spot that Briar teaches their kids the magic to weaving branches with flowers and Barrett will get to sit and watch over them, alert for threats to keep them safe. That’s almost as strong an urge as the hunt, now, and he wonders how he could ever deny it. He’d lay his life down for this woman without a second thought.

(May Day Celebration, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks Rotten)

2.

He follows not long after, trailing just far enough behind he can enjoy the way her skin seems to glow in the humid air before she takes a couple long strides and flings herself off the end of the dock. Contrary to his training and previously rigid life, he just dumps his clothes in a pile beside hers and follows her lead: taking wide strides until he reaches the end of the dock and vaults himself into the air, landing with a splash that swamps over her just as she surfaces.

Even then she laughs and they chase each other throughout the lake, strokes and splashes kicking up ripples that disturb the view of heaven overhead. He feels young again with her, cool water caressing his skin and giving him the illusion that, for one night, it was just them in their prime and all the privacy in the world in all the ways he’d craved before the violence of his life dragged him in.

(Midnight Dip, Claire/Hans, OCxCanon)

“No!” Briar squeezes his hand in hers, taking him seriously. “I’m knitting so we can curl up in it together. It's warmer that way.”

1.

His eyebrows push together and he wrinkles his nose at her, seriously questioning her judgement, before he gives up and decides it’s at least in his favor for now. “Are you knitting that blanket so that you can stay warm without me?” He cracks a dry smirk at his own joke.

“If you insist,” he says, smile falling back into neutrality.

"You're not going to make me leave soon, are you?" Briar’s hand in her knitting tightens.

It’s Barrett’s turn to squeeze the hand he holds. "No, you'll always have a spot in my den, bunny."

In Briar’s ears, the sound of the television drowns out and her heartbeat picks up. Her sweater and the half-made blanket in her lap are stiflingly hot and yet not warm enough. It leaves her fingers twitching and her gaze searching Barrett’s calm face. "Don't say that or I may never leave."

"All the more reason for me to say it over and over again."

(Dreams, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks again Rotten!)

[spinn3dcycle]

the way gamzee is described as being a clown horn being caught in a machine and slowly being grinded through the gears towards it’s heart where it then wreaks havoc on the story is kind of a terrifying image 

[parkerlyn]

1, 5, 14! <3

hiiii <3 (From these asks)

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

I have a secret side IF project that is sort of...urban fantasy crossed with slice-of-life? Basically it's the warm-fuzzy-no-angst-allowed I'd like to write just for fun. I'm holding off on a lot of it for now until I get some of the major beats down and I get TN's Chapter 4 complete. But some sketches of the two ROs and other characters will be posted on Patreon soon! 👀

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

I think the character(s) I was most surprised with were the High Sheevra. In the original plans for The Nameless they...were more of an antagonistic, far-off, not really seen group that was a bit flat, to be honest. But as the story developed and I dug my teeth into the backstory of the world, I started to really enjoy writing snippets with them or planning their scenes! Now their story is one of my favorite parts of the game.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

BOY DO I!!! (Link to my Spotify Profile)

It is mainly ~vibes~ with the RO playlists and the overall one...but there's a new one where order may matter 👀 Music is a crucial part of my life, there's no way I couldn't make playlists haha.

Thank you for the asks!! 😊❤️

[penvisions]

sneakie peek for {of beskar and kyber}

uh, so my gym location is closed for deep cleaning and installation of new equipment until the 18th. i expect to be writing a lot more to try and keep myself busy bc that effectively took away an hour and a half of my set schedule each day.

going to try and go on walks to keep up with movement, but it's so dark and cold so early here in tn, idk how well that will work haha. heres' a snippet from the giant chunk of writing that happened just this morning:

“And I will protect him at any cost. Protect you at any cost.” He regarded you quietly, taking in the way you slammed the crate closed and began to pace back and forth in the small space. You were wound up, the clasps on the trunk tinkling as they vibrated, his eyes glancing at them and then toward your clenching hands. The energy flowing off of you was palpable and for a second, he was in awe of the natural way you manipulate it without even thinking. You had forgone hiding your powers in favor of giving Xi’an the same treatment she had treated you with, it had been rather telling of your emotions to push back against her so easily. “I didn’t know they’d need the ship.”

“I-I don’t like this. It’s too much of a risk.”

“I understand that you’re afraid-“

“Of course I’m afraid! My entire fucking life has been thrown off by the Empire and one of the people who served for them is aboard the ship!”

The errant items around the room were floating in the air with the energy from your emotions. You didn’t even notice you had been causing it until Din stepped closer to you and reached out for you. You glared at him and before you could say anything, he was gripping your face in his gloved hands and stooping in low to peer directly at you. The visor so close that you could see the reflection of your panicked eyes staring back at you. You looked so scared, face contorted in a concerning display.

[wildflowers-of-trolberg]

Give us a snippet of an upcoming fic 👀 (if you want to ^_^)

So - this is for a very maybe fic idea I've had today. IDK if I'm going to write the full thing, for a couple of reasons, but:

"Mr. Bellkeeper?" she asked idly; he paused, looking back with a murmur. "You don't know any famous ravens, besides the Great Raven, do you?"

"Well," he hummed back, a spark of interest in his eyes, "that would depend on what the context is?" He raised one bushy eyebrow; she squirmed just a tiny bit at that, knowing he probably wouldn't approve of what she was about to say. Then again, she knew, he'd probably heard worse from her before.

"It's just..." she began, deciding to trust her gut. "I was talking to a marra recently." His eyes widened just a little at that, but he didn't stop her. "She said she was much older than I thought, but she wouldn't say by how much; all she said was that she'd seen 'the Raven' fight 'the Light'. So I asked Raven if he knew anything about that, but he said he didn't.

"I know his memory's not the best, but..." she couldn't help a small smile, "I also know he doesn't like fighting people, so I don't think she was talking about him."

"Aye," the Bellkeeper replied, something twinkling in his gaze. "I suspect she wasn't. Hold on a minute, Hilda."

He got to his feet, turning away from the table and towards the narrow shelf of books that stood high up on the cabin wall. For a moment, his fingers danced along old and dusty spines, before his shoulders shifted in quiet triumph, and he pulled a heavy book free, turning back to set it down between their mugs of tea.

He flipped it open before she could see the cover, thumbing briskly though broad pages; in the blur Hilda could see glimpses of dark outlines, detailed illustrations disappearing into paper, before he abruptly stopped, leaving her staring at a double-page spread of drawings. Those dark lines carved out the shape of a ship, all of its angles shown in stark contrast, and there was a smile under the Bellkeeper's beard as he sat back down.

"I think you'll find that's your raven," he said fondly, patting the edge of the paper. Hilda looked down; she didn't know enough to be able to read the scale, but it looked, big, bigger than the Draugen's ship even, long and low-set with jutting masts. Huge wheels hung at its sides, half-cowled in wooden frames, and a chimney rose high between the 2nd and 3rd masts.

At the top of both pages, in thick, black letters, the old reference book labelled it plainly:

"TNS Raven's Thunder?" she read softly; he nodded, murmuring again.

"First iron-hulled warship ever built in Trolberg," he explained, idly tracing the shape of the hull. "Ordered by Harland Ahlberg in eighteen-thirty-nine."

"What happened to it?"

"Well," he began again, tilting his head just a little. "She was built for hunting pirates; during the Battle of Trolberg Harbour, she got into a brawl with one of their ships, the Light of the Ocean. When the pirates couldn't damage her with cannons, they rammed her instead, and both ships were sunk." Hilda's felt her eyes widen; had Ashley really seen a pirate-ship battle?

"Really?" she breathed; he nodded, his smile turning wry.

"Oh absolutely; there's even a song about it, that claims the captain of the Light sacrificed her ship to let the others get away. I don't know if there's any truth to it, but it's a good tune.

"Roll on, you Light of the Ocean Roll on, into the night, For the sun has set on your old gun-deck And there's no wars left to fight."

[goatmilksoda]

WIPs, WIPs, WIPs everywhere

Rules: post 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 of it or tell them something about it!  And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either.  Sketch titles?  Comics?  DnD campaigns?  If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Thanks @queen-of-meows for tagging me!

Normally, I talk about my agere writing exclusively on @leos-regression-cove but unfortunately, all my WIPs are agere writings at the moment, so this'll be reblogged over on there.

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared me For This

TNS

All The Lessons I Never Learned

I don't know many other writer's handles so all I have is: @little-kitten-mittens-fic @deuce-tiberius (I think you write... sorry if I have the wrong blog) and @confusedpan-da