#Writing draft

[nczaversnick]

The idea for the story I intend to publish has been rattling in my head like a pebble stuck in a shoe for the last, I don't know, 8 years I think?

At this point I'm writing just to get this pebble out of my damn shoe

[itsawritblr]

My WIP when I rewrite it for the 5th time.

[mundanemoongirl]

I have killed my darlings. Most everything I wrote has been rewritten. But today when doing my edits I saw these two paragraphs and thought “Damn, that’s good. Don’t have to revise that”

[wchswift]

wip folder

thank youu again for the tag @cruel-as-sin <33

rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. people can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

— like cas, i don’t draft my fics in google docs. i draft in tumblr (I use notion to save the same ideas that I start on tumblr, because even if I draft them here I don't trust tumblr ofc). You guys already know how I procrastinate on ideas lol, so I have a lot more stuff, but this is all what I actually started:

dean winchester x vampire!reader

lap of (dis)comfort part 3

better by your side (chapter 1 & 2)

soldier boy joining the boys and making reader so livid (I don't have a title yet lol)

apple pie!reader

meet silver bullet! reader personality

angst/comfort wolverine fic (request)

while you were sleeping wolverine x reader fic

bodyguard logan

rewriting spn s2 ep 2 dean x reader fic

— yeah... so this is all i have drafted... god i never finish what i start 🫣 but please feel free to send me an ask asking about any of these and even asking for a snippet or something 🫶

npt: @blossomingorchids @rositaslabyrinth @florchids @bettystonewell @sunsbaby @bejeweledinterludes @h8aaz @logaenhowlett @mcrdvcks @soldiersgirl

[igotadigbickandureadthatwrong]

Killer A: You ever notice how it's always a supernatural being that turns out to be a killer?

Killer B: A vengeful ghost, a Rakshas, an Asur- give me a break!

Killer A: Like, maybe... sometimes it's just a human being with a fucking knife! [Fakes a shocked face with a gasp]

Killer B: [gets closer to the already trembling Final Girl with the knife and a grin] And see this is why we needed to make history.

Final Girl: [glaring and slightly trembling from her clenched jaws]

Killer A: We needed to topple these bullshit superstitions, and be the desperately needed fucking change to the folk horror.

Killer B: Which is why our killings are going to be so iconic. Because we are no magical entities. Just your usual friendly neighborhood humans.

Killer A: And yeah maybe some of those braindead morons would come up with some fucked up conspiracy theories like [pretends to go hysterical] "Oh they were sacrificing humans for a ritual!" [instantly goes back to their composed demeanure] and you know, the usual dark magic shit and what not.

Killer B: But deep down? They know they're all just coping with the fact that humans are worse than anything supernatural. [gently slides the knife across the Final Girl's cheek, to which, she flinches] Your own words, remember?

Killer A: [cringing] Not the classic knife caress-

Killer B: Oh come on, it's fun, and you know it!

[a-storytellers-wish]

Hiii I swear I am working on my fic but I am just juggling a lot of things atm (with school, comms, reading other fics, and organizing certain story elements etc etc).

But I got an intro, it's still a big work in progress tho. It's inspired by the main title choir music of old Disney movies like Cinderella, Peter Pan, etc. Plus the storybook opening, of course!

This might serve as a small snippet of how the story's going to be written! Mind that there's going to be some errors here and there, I'll hopefully get them fixed when I'm fully finished with this prologue! Let me know what you think! I'd really appreciate feedback and questions!

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PROLOGUE: A Prelude to a Wish (WIP)

♪♪♪

A tiny flute starts playing, and then a voice follows with a wordless song. Soft melodious notes of a piano start playing as the flute and the voice continue to sing together, as if the two are playing a duet.

A scene of a starry night sky appears, each star twinkling a different color. Soft acoustic guitars add to the music as we see each star up close, and then the music starts playing a little bit faster as all of the stars start to glow.

The stars fall from the sky then fly around a dark room, now more voices and instruments play, forming a harmonious choir singing a song with a story to tell.

♪ Listen close to the song inside your heart ♪

The stars leave a trail of colorful stardust as they fly, their trail revealing familiar books and items that are laying around the room: a glass slipper, a golden lamp, a magical flower, and so on. Each appears to have or had a story to tell.

♪ Know that is where your stories start ♪

The stars then fly towards a hooded figure, who is walking towards a desk filled with books, brushes, and the like. The figure appears to be holding a book. A book with empty pages, yet it is a special one.

♪ Stories of your hopes and your dreams ♪

The hooded figure puts the book on the desk, and the stars continue to fly around.

♪ Of your despairs and your regrets ♪

The stars fly towards the book’s empty book. The music swells even more as the voices of the choir and the instruments come together in melodious harmony, led by a feminine voice.

♪ Each story starts from…

As the stars touch the cover of the book, a visual spectacle of colorful stardust reveals the book’s cover and title: 

Once upon a wish ♪

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And then the book opens with text and watercolor illustrations magically appearing on the pages. Then Zahra's backstory, etc.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! I can't promise when I'll publish this, since I'm still actually brainstorming and organizing certain details about the story, characters, and setting. Once Upon a Wish is still one big draft hehe.

Once again, thank you so much!

[loveyouloatheyou]

WIP Introduction (random bits):

(As always, this is a draft with only BITS of the full work.)

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Kneeling forward, he cocked his head at the sight of her as though she were the most peculiar thing he had laid his gaze on. The young lady before him reciprocated the odd action, an oblivious smile ridden with the innocence of youth played at her lips.

“Tell me young girl, what is your name?”

“Marryanne.”

“Marryanne.” He tasted the name on his tongue as he spoke it. Proving to be a palatable word, he spoke it again, cadence higher. Then it was spoken of again, tone more low. The girl giggled at the recital of her name, her curls of chestnut bobbing with her laughing head. Julian watched from afar with a perceptible gaze, arms crossed as he silently observed their encounter.

“What is your name sir?” He rose from his knees placing a thoughtful hand on his chin, though his pondering was a mere facade. “My name,” he spoke slowly. “You may address me as Ray.”

“Ray?”

“Yes, Ray. It is a reserved name only to be spoken by my closest of associates.”

The girl beamed with glee at the exclusive invitation.

“I am honored. You may address me as Rose.” His face contorted with brief surprise. “Is your name not Marryanne?”

“It is, but Rose is a name reserved only for my closest associate.” Concealing his delight, he extended a courteous hand. “It is my honor to make your acquaintance, Rose.” She did not slip her hand in his like one would expect from a civil young woman, but instead, clasped her laced glove hand in his with a firm handshake, one only conceived by the most formidable of business men.

“Likewise, Ray.”

(For anyone who cares, I'm back:)

(Proud to say I finally opened two books from my 2025 reading list during my small break : Six Of Crows and The Seven Husbands of Emily Hugo.)

(Great reads so far by the way.)

[that-howlingdrakesng]

Alright guys. Here's what I got so far for the Pit Bonnie x reader story

[chthontoya]

Bleach x Naruto crossover idea: 17 yo Ichigo & 4 yo Naruto.

Post Winter War Ichigo is tossed to the Narutoverse with his powers back but in his human body (he has means to leave his body). He sees how people treat Naruto and braces himself between the boy and the crowd. Of course it attracts attention of hokage. Ichigo is literally isekayed so he's nobody in Narutoverse. Additionally he has reiryoku not chakra which makes him look as civilian, read powerless, to local ninja.

Hokage decides it's his lucky chance to give Naruto to somebody who won't know about anything hokage doesn't want Naruto know. Hokage meets Ichigo and proposes him to take care of Naruto and get some help from the government. Ichigo knows his powers back, but he's already in protective mode about Naruto plus his depression makes him believe nobody wants him at home anyway.

Ichigo takes care of Naruto as if he was Ichigo's younger brother. Ichigo also works at Ichiraku. After few years living with Ichigo Naruto, who already has a lot of chakra, can see ghosts.

[time skip or domestic fluff]

[Ichigo could somehow prevent Uchiha masacre as somebody really sensitive to death.]

At the first rank C mission (the one where Naruto fought Haku) Ichigo can't help but be anxious for his now younger brother, even if not by blood. Ichigo takes his earned days off, gets out of his body and goes to the village Naruto should be in.

[Maybe Naruto is better in controlling chakra because after beginning of the academy Ichigo finally agreed to train him.]

Ichigo is 17 so there's a year or two before Yhwach's invasion. Meaning Urahara has time. But dimension travel also tossed Ichigo in the past, so Urahara will reach Ichigo only when Naruto will be 16-18

[ray-stingray]

A small writing draft of an AU I’m working on for COTL

(ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS STILL A DRAFT NOT THE ACTUAL THING, IT MAY BE CONFUSING AND KINDA CRINGY AT PARTS ☠️ please don’t steal my ideas [even if they r complete dog💩]😞)

N = Narinder

L = Lamb

Script:

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N:

(kneeling, defeated)

“When I donned the crown, I thought I was invincible—untouchable. A god among mortals. No one could challenge me apart from my fellow gods.

But now, as I kneel before you, powerless and broken, I see it: my greatest mistake was you. My creation, my weapon, my undoing.

My own vessel who became a god. Before you strike the final blow, I need to understand—why? Why betray me? Why destroy everything we built?”

L:

“I didn’t betray you. I surpassed you.

You never understood—escaping you wasn’t enough. I wanted to free the world. A world without gods, where mortals can live without fear.”

(pauses, then grimly)

“But when I killed the youngest bishop, something shifted. The fear in their eyes… raw, desperate…

In their final moments, it was intoxicating. Beautiful.”

N:

“And so you killed more. Did it make you feel powerful? Did it feed your hunger?”

L:

“No. It didn’t satisfy me. It only made me crave more.

With every soul I took, I grew stronger. Until I faced the most powerful.

When the strongest bishop fell—trembling, broken—I felt their soul shatter. Their fear, their surrender—it was like a drug.

Every death… more thrilling. More divine. I became addicted. Closer to something greater than power… closer to becoming a god myself.”

(pauses)

“And now nothing can stop me.”

N:

“You became a monster. Worse than the very gods you sought to destroy.”

L:

“Monster? No. I am freedom. The end of everything that once towered over me.”

(stepping closer)

“You, who once ruled as a god, never saw how fragile you were. Now, I’ve taken everything from you—your divinity, your immortality.

Soon, you will be gone.”

N:

“Wait—I am still useful! Please spare me—I will teach you!”

N tries to stand, but due to his crushed legs and arm he fails.

L:

“Look at you—pathetic and powerless. I have gained everything, there is no more you can teach me. I became more than you—more than any god could ever dream to be.”

(leans in, voice colder)

“And now, you will join your siblings—erased, wiped from existence… just as you will be.”

N:

“Please—at least let me have an afterlife! Don’t erase me!”

L:

“There is no afterlife waiting for you.”

L obliterates N by altering his atoms into nothing.

L:

“Goodbye, my lord.”

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End of script thingy

I think I might be planning on naming this AU as “No mercy,” but I’m not sure…if people actually like this idea then I might go more into it 👍

Also idk if some of the writing is repetitive, it might be I kinda just thought of this idea now 🗿

If this doesn’t do well I might actually tweak out

[nczaversnick]

An actual intro for my draft outline. Figured literally anything was better than nothing

[megaflora-zenith]

Deleted Scenes:

This conversation is being scrapped, but we thought it would be fun to share it XD.

Overall it doesn't fit the characters we have in our heads. So it's got to go. But it was fun writing this.

[guitarspearmybeloved]

Despite the millenia he's spent in Heaven, she's never heard him utter words to the Almighty

Until his fingers intertwine between hers and their atoms collide

in multitudes of stars

bursting behind their eyes

And her name tumbles out of his lips like a desperate prayer

[only-knives]

the 4:30pm train to [LIFE] is now arriving on track A. please activate e-tickets now. step over the gap when boarding.

the late-autumn sun looks down at you as you trip over the gap. you right yourself and fall down in the nearest open seat. you right yourself again. it's one of those comfy new trains. you relax, a little.

this is the train to [LIFE]. next stop is [SURVIVAL].

you gaze out the window. there are not enough trees, but the sunset is pretty. it would be prettier without all the power lines.

your hands won't stop shaking.

this station is [SURVIVAL]. please step over the gap when exiting the train.

the train doors open with that sliding sound you hate. you look up, and for a moment, begin to stand up. you want to leave, still. but you don't. there's a new fire burning in you. you still want to see what happens next.

the train doors close. you don't mind the sound so much this time.

this is the train to [LIFE]. next stop is [RECOVERY].

turning back to the window, you look out in awe. the suburban village lights glow against that comforting twilight sky. your hands find their way to your phone, and you snap a photo of one of the most beautiful buildings in town. you snap another. and another.

they're all blurry. you feel a sad frustration well up in your chest, but just as quickly, something dawns in you.

life doesn't have to be perfect.

[lucario765g]

Platonic SugiNagi fanfic WIP thing

(Draft; might make several changes)

Also it’s still over 1k+ words

[arobraindead]

rude ralph character study fic draft

Ever since he was old enough to be aware of the world, Ralph has always felt that something was off. Not so extreme that it affected his daily life, but just enough that he knew it was there in the first place.

Or at least, that's what he has learned just now from the school counselor, who was now talking with his parents about something called "anxiety". He had a hunch about that term, but he didn't think it was such a big deal, especially not one to the point it had to be highlighted as a big deal.

Ralph rolled his eyes and grunted as he heard his mum in particular sounding concerned for him. Look, he very much loved her, but she can be... to put it bluntly, a nervous wreck. Always sounding like she was about to shatter like glass in the early dawn of the morning, prancing around in an attempt to gather herself before a busy day at work. He makes a mental note to never bother her during those times.