#anne talks: about drafts and wips

[arkhammaid]

a story told in two pictures (a female charles leclerc x max verstappen fic draft)

or: jos verstappen is trying to play matchmaker (he's lestappen fan #1), removing all obstacles that could get in the way of his plans. because the only woman he'll ever accept as daughter in law is none other than ferrari driver charles leclerc

inspired by the fact that jos verstappen follows charles leclerc on instagram

[starcrossedslytherin]

Love Letters

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

WC: 1K

A/N: I don’t know how popular the Hogwarts legacy fandom is as of now because I’ve not been on tumblr, but I found this fic in my drafts(along with quite a few wips) and realized I never posted it so I thought I would feed the Sallow girlies a quick snack today.

Summary: Sebastian wants to write you a love letter to tell you about his feelings but it’s not going the way he hoped, even with Ominis’ help.

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Ominis knows he shouldn’t be as amused as he is right now, but he can’t help it. It’s not often he gets to experience Sebastian embarrass himself so willingly.

Try as he does to suppress his chuckle, it slips out and Sebastian sighs, letting the several half written love notes spill onto the table in front of him.

“It’s not funny.” Sebastian practically pouts, glad his friend can’t see the expression on his face.

“I disagree.” Ominis taunts him with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve been trying to write Y/N a note all afternoon! I just don’t understand why they sound so…”

“Awful?” Ominis jumps in. “Horrendous? Painfully cliche?”

“Oi, shut it.” Sebastian mutters, gently nudging Ominis’ foot under the table. He very much regrets asking his best friend for help now he knows how embarrassed he’d be.

He sighs before picking up all his papers, trying to find the best parts of them all. “Why don’t you read them again? Out loud, so I can hear.” Sebastian doesn’t see why Ominis asks him to do so, but he reads through the notes, pulling faces every time he gets to a rather cheesy part of the note.

When he finishes, he looks to Ominis, hoping he can give him any sort of feedback to fix this mess.

Ominis stays quiet for a moment, thinking Merlin only knows what until he says, “You make me wish I was deaf as well.”

Sebastian’s hands slap against the table as he gives up, annoyed with his inability to string together simple words to tell you how he feels and annoyed with Ominis’ lack of help. “Forget this.” Sebastian grumbles, crumpling up as many of the letters as he can.

Ominis sighs and puts his hand across the table, covering some of the papers and getting Sebastian to stop. “Just talk to her. Tell her how you feel.”

Sebastian pulls a face at the recommendation. “Tell her how I feel?” He repeats, starting to pace in his spot. “You mean, just walk up to her and tell her how beautiful I think she is? Or how any time she smiles at me, you, Anne or anything really, I can’t help but stare? How she is most likely the smartest and kindest person I have ever met? How anytime she’s in the room, I am most certain my heart will beat out of my chest with how fast she makes it? How each time I see her leave the castle on her little adventures, I fight myself on whether to go with because I need to know that she makes it back safe to me? To us? You think I should just walk right up to Y/N and tell I am absolutely in love with her?”

There was silence between the two boys after Sebastian’s speech and the brunette boy, exhausted mentally, falls in his seat in a slump. Ominis just sat there, gripping his wand tight in his hand as his lips gently pull up to the left. “Well,” he whispers, getting Sebastian’s attention, who frowns upon seeing his smirk, “I don’t think you have to worry about it anymore.”

Sebastian’s brows furrow and he was about to ask Ominis what he meant before the sound of a book clattering to the ground behind him has him whipping his hand around and he opens his eyes wide. There you were, frozen in your place as you struggle to keep more books from falling off the shelves.

“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to determine if you really were hearing what you think you were hearing. “And uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.

Sebastian nods at your reassurance. “How much did you hear?”

You wave your hand in the air. “Oh, well just, uh, just… everything.”

Well, that’s not what he wanted.

He turned to glare at Ominis, but the boy slipped out when you and Sebastian were focused on each other.

You glance down at the paper strewn across the table, ready to dismiss them before seeing your name on one of them. “What is that?”

Sebastian sighs, debating whether he could really show you his mess of notes. He nods, letting you fall into the seat next to him as you pick through the papers. You barely got through the first sentence of the very first letter before your eyes shoot to Sebastian’s.

“You.. you wrote me letters?” There was a deep blush on his face and he’d gone silent, but he nods. You stare at him, feeling your own cheeks heat up quite a bit before you turn back and read, picking a few sentences of each discarded letter. Your favorite ones were the ones Sebastian had scratched over with his quill, obviously being embarrassed of having written them, but you enjoyed them.

From the first moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you.

I know what love is because I know you.

My darling, you are my rock, my confident, my ally, my friend, and so much more.

“Bash…” you mumble, blinking repeatedly to keep your tears from spilling out.

“I couldn’t find the right words.” He whispers, picking up a few of the letters and holding them. “I had Ominis try to help me, but I don’t think he was particularly helpful.” You chuckle, imagining Ominis trying to help Sebastian.

Your laugh fades out as you put your hands on top of Sebastian’s and your eyes meet. Your stomach flutters with nerves and adoration. “I think you know the right words.”

Sebastian smiles at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up just enough that his eyes crinkle and he nods. “Y/N,” he begins, looking to his letters for strength but he knows he doesn’t need it. “Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you and I want to go on adventures with you and I want to smile with you and I want, I just want you.” His hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer to him as your eyes flutter close and he whispers, one last time before your lips meet, “I love you.”

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[hagscribes]

🦇 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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✦ Hello all! Very new to writeblr, though I've been writing on and off for years now. I go by Lamia. 27, they/she, black.

✦ I write mostly high/dark fantasy with romance themes. Expect a lot of (gothic) horror and (some) science-fiction every once in a while. Enemies to lovers is my bread and butter, angst my drink of choice. Throw in a little tragedy, a few metaphors about the terror of religion, blood, and it's a feast. My writing is explicitly queer and so am I.

✦ Fanfiction and personal works will both be housed here. I am currently drafting a novel with a magic system that uses dragon remains as its primary fuel. Heavily in the research process, might even dabble with conlangs.

✦ I consider my main writing influences to be Anne Rice and Angela Carter. I do an awful lot of reading as well, so feel free to talk to me about anything book related! Some of my other favorite authors are Mary Shelley, Brandon Sanderson, and Holly Black. Please give me all your horror recs 🖤

✦ Asks and requests are encouraged, especially if they're about my OCs. I'd also love to learn all about yours!

✦ Mature and erotic content will be very much present in my works, though I will always do my best to tag appropriately. Please read any tags/warnings thoroughly. 18+ only.

✦ main blog is @princeofhags. ao3 is bitterhags.

writing | wips

[ps-cactus]

✧ MC-related posts ✧ Screenshots ✧ Memes ✧ Fanfiction

#Amberlyn Salters #Amberlyn x Ominis (Omilyn)

Intro post - small and big facts about past, present and future

Q&As: partner, backstory, drunk MC, modern MC, biggest heartbreak, most traumatic thing, ancient magic, MC inspo, opinion on keepers, unforgivables, turning in seb, Biggest regret, accomplishments, ancient magic headcanons - ted talk, hair explained, coffee shop AU

Art: by thursdaymoonrise11, by myokk, by dwightshrutte11, by lyworth, by dom1re, by accio-bagel, by light-of-the-room

Hanging out with other MCs: #Alyn and friends

🪄 ⋆ ｡ ° ✩ Mostly I take pictures of:

「 ✦ Amberlyn (MC) ✦ 」

「 ✦ Ominis Gaunt ✦ Sebastian Sallow ✦ 」

⋆｡ ° ✩ ⋆｡° But also have a bit of:

[ Poppy Sweeting ] [ Garreth Weasley ]

[ Natsai Onai ] [ Leander Prewett ]

[ Imelda Reyes ] [ Sebinis ]

tag me if you use any of these ⬆️ 🫶

Sebastian and/or Ominis

Other memes

Crossovers: HL x BG3, x Friends with Ominis

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Post canon SFW stories, covering 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts. Adventures, magic theories, first love (f!MCxOminis) ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✧ Darkness Comes At Dawn aka DCAD - was completed - unrevealed now, might edit later - was 46k words

Some other tags: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Flirting, Post-Canon, Self-Discovery, Self-Doubt, Falling In Love, Friendship, Secret Crush, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

˚｡⋆✧ Shades Of Siver Lining ˚｡⋆ - HIATUS main WIP, ao3, wattpad my estimate is 11 chapters, will be ~50k words

I bring up and explain all important points from DCAD so you don't have to read anything before this story.

Other tags: Adventure & Romance, Slow Romance, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Eventual Fluff, Protective Ominis Gaunt, Good Friend Sebastian Sallow, Mental Health Issues, traumatized teens, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Room of Requirement (Harry Potter), Legends and Myths, Ancient Magic (Hogwarts Legacy), First weeks dating, Gaunt Family - Freeform, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

Summary: Amberlyn just wants life to feel normal for once. But at sixteen, wielding Ancient Magic she struggles to control, constantly needing to prove she isn’t a danger to magical society, and navigating her first-crush-turned-secret-relationship, normality is rather hard to come by.

Ominis Gaunt is determined to make it through his remaining years at Hogwarts, the only path to freeing himself from the dark shadow of his family’s legacy—a legacy that relentlessly haunts him and that now threatens those he holds dear.

Meanwhile, the Auror, investigating a case involving that mysterious and extremely dangerous girl, decides that keeping her friend, Sebastian Sallow—who's already missed half a year of school—close at hand might be more useful than anyone expects.

✧ Wide Awake (working title) - WIP, drafts stage (hopefully coming in 2025)

My take on why MC would be mentioned in all archives as "Unknown student 1890". Some events during MC's seventh year, the year Hogwarts was suddenly on the brink of closure.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Oneshots ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✧ Rooted (tumblr, ao3) – Sebastian Sallow & GN!Reader & Ominis Gaunt - Thriller / Horror

Summary: You died. Here is what happens after a short while.

✧ No voices but ours (tumblr, ao3) - unnamed f!MC x Ominis Gaunt, & Sebastian Sallow - Thriller

Summary: If the past calls, can you ever ignore it? Should you run—or listen?

[missb0at]

The lack of posts about Portgas D. Rouge being a bounty hunter on this platform is absolutely criminal so I'm going to yap about ideas and thoughts for a WIP that I've been stressing about for a solid year or so

Bount hunters in one piece tend to work in smaller groups as far as we've seen (ignoring Baroque Works)

But Rouge, in typical D fashion, completely ignores that and only half accidentally ended up creating a massive alliance between a lot of different bounty hunters from pretty much every sea.

I'm saying half accidentally because creating a massive alliance wasn't her goal. She was just going with the flow and somehow ended up as the head of an alliance between almost every important bounty hunter on the seas. But half accident also means half on purpose, Rouge knows how to go with the flow but she also plans. She knew that making allies out of those people would benefit her. She just didn't expect them to also become allies with each other.

I called the alliance Blackjack Bounty Hunters in my drafts but not sure how much I'm sticking to that name

During all of this Rouge also managed to somehow gather a crew, no one knows how that really happened, and I called her ship the Agrotera Amaranth

Agrotera is an epithet of the greek goddess Artemis that means "the Huntress". Amaranth flowers symbolise immortality and everlasting love and beauty. There is also devotion and hope and resilience and determination. Also healing and abundance.

You know how Garp and Roger are from the same sea and have this strange rivalry/frenemy? Yeah well Rouge and Sengoku are both from the South and also have a strange rivalry. No frenemy because they're technically both on the same side. Strange because they're constantly trying to talk the other one onto switching occupations.

Rouge after dropping off another bounty: you know you'd make a pretty great bounty hunter with how ruthless you are

Sengoku: and you'd make a pretty good marine with that sense of justice of yours.

Rouge's second in command is a woman called Marin Ann. Name was inspired by Mary Reed and Anne Bonny. I originally had her named as Mary-Ann but then remembered the already existing character named Marianne aka Miss Goldenweek. i think I tried naming her after pirates because I originally wanted to make her and Rouge pirates but then switched to bounty hunters

Ann used to be a marine researcher specialising in poison but was dishonourably discharged at one point and then joined Rouge.

Oh also yk how Roger and Rayleigh and Gaban have metal related last names? Well Portgas and Marin are both sea related so when I get around to naming Rouge's third in command she'll also get a sea related last name

Rouge earned her epithet of Hibiscus not only because the flower was always in her hair but also because she would always deliver her bounties with them covered in hibiscus flowers.

She usually used a shotgun that that a blade attached to it and always carried two revolver with her.

In the same way Ann got the epithet of Belladonna because she was always using poison to kill or incapacitate her bounties.

Unlike Rouge she tended to stay out of direct conflict but she does run around with needles and different poisons on her person at any given point.

Rouge's first encounter with Roger happened because she heard rumours about the Roger Pirates kidnapping children and forcing them into becoming cabin boys. Rouge and Roger fought, Ann tried to sneak Buggy and Shanks away but they were fighting her every step and then Rayleigh fought her.

In the end the misunderstanding was cleared up and they became allies.

As stated before, Rouge is a planner, a schemer. Ann is one too. Just a bit more extreme than Rouge.

Buggy picked up on their schemer ways during the numerous times that the Agrotera Amaranth and Oro Jackson crossed paths.

Roger, Rayleigh, Rouge, Shakky, Ann Polycule hmmmm maybe Garp? Probably also garp hmmmm (Roger/Rayleigh, Roger/Rouge, Rayleigh/Shakky, Garp/Roger, Rouge/Ann)

Ok that's all my brain can remember right now

[annlillyjose]

WRITEBLR REINTRO – ANN LILLY JOSE

hello there!

following through with my tradition of posting a new writeblr intro every single year, here we go – a brand new reintro where i talk a little bit about myself and my current writing projects. so, here we go, onto all that good stuff!

about me

i'm ann, a twenty-year-old writer from kerala, currently based in kochi

i live with my husband, who is a musician, and lead a very creative life of sorts

i'm an infp, enneagram type 2

i write literary fiction and poetry

i'm a discovery writer and have a thing for sad stories with traumatised characters

i work as a content writer and social media manager for a wedding company

you can find all my published work on my linktree

my aesthetics: wilted flowers, fallen leaves, silhouettes, shadows, gentle friendships, indie music, unplanned trips, birds, fireflies, annotated books, old libraries and buildings, post-colonial literature, voids, romance

my wips

i recently finished a litfic novel called dairy whiskey and am editing it right now, hoping to get it ready for agent submissions in a month or two. i put my heart and soul and blood and bones into it, so if you’d like to dive into the story and read a few excerpts, you can check out the intro here and every other excerpt here!

rock salt is my main wip since finishing dairy whiskey. it is the story of identical twins rain and norah as they move out for college and navigate their lives on their own, which ends up in them growing apart. if you like complicated sibling relationships and the struggles of growing up, you’ll love this book!

i so badly want to start writing it, but i don’t think i’ll be able to until dairy whiskey is in a more secure position. so, there probably won’t be any updates for a few months, but you can read the wip intro here.

this is a gay vignette novel that i started writing back in 2021 as a source of personal joy. this is the story of how a singer-songwriter desperate for normalcy meets a boy with a heart heavy with guilt. this is the story of how they fall in love and it’s honestly quite wholesome <3

i haven’t worked on this book in so long and i’ve been trying to sneak some words in, but it feels like the book needs a fresh start. i don’t know, i just might start it all over again. but until then, here’s an outdated wip intro.

green room is a literary/experimental memoir documenting my teenage years as a writer. it is a deep dive into craft and how it affects life, particularly how it moulds you as a person. i haven’t started drafting this yet, but here’s a wip intro for now.

so, that’s about it!

if you’d like to be pinged when i drop a new publication or a wip update, just send me an ask to be added to my general taglist and i’ll tag you in those posts.

thank you so much for reading. i hope writing has been going well for you. if not, here’s some strength, some kindness, and some caffeine to keep going!

– love, ann.

general taglist (ask to be added or removed)

@shaonsim @heartfullkings @vnsmiles @dallonwrites @wannabeauthorclive @sienna-writes @violetpeso @flip-phones @silassghost @ambidextrousarcher @zoe-louvre @writing-with-l @magic-is-something-we-create @femmeniism @frozenstillicide @wizardfromthesea @rose-bookblood @coffeeandcalligraphy @rodentwrites @saltwaterbells @snehithiye @at-thezenith @subtlefires

[emabatis]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks to @sleepy-night-child for the tag!

I'm tagging @chauceryfairytales @magscrane and anyone else who feels called to do it!

I'm doing this for "What Dahlia Knows"

1. What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

Dahlia and Emilie are old characters of mine. I've been doodling them since I was about 15, but it wasn't until last year that I thought up a real story for them. The first line, though, "Every night, after Mother’s footsteps faded down the hall, Dahlia knelt in front of her water stained window and prayed that her daddy would never get better. This practice was to make sure he did get better, because Dahlia had discovered through vigorous trial-and-error that whatever she prayed for would never come true," has been a part of Dahlia since the beginning.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Something like L'eternite by ALI PROJECT

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I love all of my characters, but I have a special place for Ruth. I love her mystique. She talks like how I wish I could talk.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

I think my hypothetical fanbase would like old children's books, like The Secret Garden or Anne of Green Gables. Also, Lemony Snicket.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

The ending! The reason it's taken so long to finish my first draft is because I must've rewritten the ending a dozen times by now. I did actually start writing with an ending in mind, but with the direction the middle has taken it, I'm not sure it's the most satisfying option anymore. Much to ponder.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

No major animals, unless the incidental birds count, but Emilie does have a stuffed dog she carries everywhere. The stuffed dog not having a name is a bit of a callback to my own childhood, when I could never remember the names I'd given my many stuffed animals. Even today, I don't name my dolls, partially because it feels like imposing human ideals onto inhuman beings, but also because I'd never keep them all in my head.

7. How do your characters travel/get around?

Walking. Again, a callback to my childhood living in a very walkable area.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Again, the ending. I actually really love editing, so I want to get to that as soon as possible, but tying everything together is really a struggle.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) you think will draw your audience in?

The cryptic dead mentor, the kids walking around and having philosophical arguments unsupervised, and the prose style.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

That I'll finish it, that I'll be able to send copies to my local libraries, that I'll get to do one of those school auditorium author-visits.

[no-romance-club]

|| ART WIP ||

So I was talking to my friend (@/silliest-fluffyboots) about having OCs as the SIX cast, so after a while I decided to attempt to draw it digitally. It’s a very rough sketch/draft so just bear with me.

This alr took 4-ish hours I’m gonna kms/j

~Meet the Cast~

Cathrine of Aragon - Kaida (Demon Slayer)

Anne Boleyn - Ahmose (Hazbin Hotel)

Jane Seymour - Evangeline (Outsiders sona/oc)

Anne of Cleves - Auster (DC)

Kathrine Howard - Kai (Redacted ASMR Darlin’ (masc) bc of Darlin’ n Quinn)

Catherine Parr - Orion (Hazbin Hotel (Heaven))

If you want to know anything about any of my OCs just ask

[mundanemoongirl]

WIP Introductions

I’ve been posting about my wips for a while, but I never formally introduced them. So here they are!

Spiritwalker

Genre: YA fantasy, dark fantasy

Tag: spiritwalker wip

Status: Second draft

Triggers: Death, murder, suicide, self-mutilation

Summary

Lady Daron Spiritwalker lives in a world of witches, plague, and war. She is the seemingly perfect heir to her clan and is known across Serenta, the country of witches, for her beauty, intelligence, leadership, and ability to bridge spirits, which only her clan can see and communicate with.

When she is sent to an academy that only the most elite witches attend, she expects a normal education, but instead receives a deadly fortune and discovers secrets within the walls that reshapes the way she sees her world.

Daron is not the type to make friends, but when faced with this problem much bigger than herself, she learns to rely on and even love a group of her schoolmates.

Snippet

Ann Marie, Maya, and I all looked at each other. From their blank faces I could tell that they were just as confused as I was. “What does that mean?” asked Maya. “I presume it means that pressing the hand on the wall opens something. A passageway maybe.” “I already checked the other mosaics and none of them have runes. Who would defile a depiction of our goddess like this?” Ann Marie asked with as much indignation as her soft voice could muster. “There is only one way to find out,” I said, placing my hand atop my goddess’. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Maya asked. “It could be a trap.” “That is why you are here. You know what to do if something happens to me.” I knew how to read the signs. Someone was calling out for a Spiritwalker’s attention, and no matter who it was or how many warnings I received, I was not going to ignore the call. I would be a failure as a primary lady if I did.  The icy tiles warmed beneath my skin, letting me know that I was taking too long. I pushed and the section of wall behind the mosaic shuttered, but I still needed more force. I pressed my other hand to the wall and pushed harder, straining the muscles in my back and shoulders. The wall moved inwards this time, rotating like a cog. When it was just a sliver centered between two gaps, I gestured to Maya. “Are you coming?” The younger witch, ever loyal, followed me into the pitch black that awaited us. The smell of mold slapped me in the face, and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose in order to keep my grip on the wall. I stretched my foot as far as it would go, trying to gauge how far the passage went, but only felt emptiness. This vast, dark, unknown space should have frightened me, but instead I was struck with a strange familiarity. I had been here before—in my dreams.

We Faceless Folk

Genre: Mystery

Tag: we faceless folk wip

Status: First draft

Triggers: Racism, kidnapping

Summary

Rachel is a second-year Black college student and loves nothing more than watching movies from her comfy bed and hanging out with her photogrophy-loving girlfriend, Chinwe. But one day Chinwe goes to a concert and never returns. When Rachel gets no answers from the police and is sure they aren’t even looking, she takes to finding Chinwe herself.

Rachel finds clues in Chinwe’s Instagram and even enlists the help of Chinwe’s unhinged ex girlfriend. In her search, she discovers more about Chinwe than she’s ever known, including where Chinwe’s really from.

Snippet

Sometimes when I lay still long enough for my mind to lose control over where my thoughts roam, and the late summer heat blurs the lines between reality and imagination, I swear I can hear her voice. Her lips just shy of my ear, whispering something unintelligible. I turn to hear her better, but of course she’s not there. Chinwe’s been missing for two weeks. The door clicks as my roommate enters the room. We hardly ever talk. I don’t hate her, and I don’t think she hates me, but she lost interest in me pretty quickly after she discovered I’m a homebody. She’s been talking to me more ever since Chinwe disappeared. Not starting actual conversations, but reminding me of things I needed to do. When she walks in and still sees me in bed when I’m usually heading out the door, she asks, “Don’t you have class soon?” I do, but I don’t want to go. I don’t want to sit in that room that feels too large and yet suffocating with Chinwe’s empty seat next to mine. I groan and run my hands over my braids. Just one class and then I can get out of here. I can do that.

[musingsbycaitlin]

if i must give up, then so must you: a wip intro

it's been about a year since i last posted on here, and even longer since i posted a wip update or intro, and i apologise for that. basically living away from home at uni made me ✨anxious✨ and ✨mentally ill✨ so the only writing i ever did was for assignments and my creative brain was turned off entirely. but! now that i'm back home and getting help, boy do i have a wip intro for you!

tw: gun violence, alcohol abuse, emotional abuse

disclaimer: this is my original work and plagiarism is never tolerated.

okay let's go:

genre: literary fiction

setting: 1800's, somewhere in the wild west

predicted word count: 50k

pov: first person, present tense, unnamed narrator

status: about 5k into the first draft

aesthetics: loading a rifle, wind whipping up skirts, dusty earth under feet, struggling to breathe, sleeping for a week, floral wallpaper, sunlit dust in the window, long-legged spider crawling along wooden floorboards, fingernails brushing arm hair, dogs barking in the distance, creaky gates, chewing tobacco floating in a whiskey glass, snuffed candles, laced lingerie hanging on the back of a chair, teeth touching

summary: it seems odd that her grandmother would lie, but our unnamed narrator is questioning her late grandmother's wisdom after a group of bandits raid her town. over night, she feels compelled to follow a lone cowboy she spies from the edge of her town, and finds herself going on a reflective journey across the wild west. From town to town, she wanders and meets people; she falls in love with someone she didn't expect; she learns what it means to be a woman without the burdens of her grandmother's lies. 'if i must give up' is a story about learning truths whilst growing up secluded, and reflecting on past traumas and the guilt that lingers there.

characters (the few main ones at least):

narrator: 20, (she/her), this barbie is down on her luck fr. she is just muddling her way through compulsive thoughts and actions and following this guy just because she can. a truly chaotic queen.

anne: 30, (she/her), the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. she says, dont talk to me unless you're pretty, but if you're pretty she can't talk through the drool. somehow a simp. anne please explain yourself to me.

jonah: 30-ish, (he/him to a hellish extent), good god please sir just sit down. major gael vibes, let that sink in. this ken's job is emotionally manipulate. im done talking about this man.

brady: 46, (they/them), a cowboy just out for a good time, riding and riding in both connotations of the word iykyk. lets give a hand to the obligatory orville peck inspired character of the book. if tassles on cowboy hats where invented, they would be rocking it daily. oblivious yet knowledgeable, gruff yet softly spoken. they are my fave, i will take no further questions.

[arkhammaid]

honestly as i'm writing this girl!oscar fic i just realized i will probably write an accompanying piece to it? because oscar throughout the years would be fucking hilarious

she literally only wants to drive her car and win and she does not give a fuck what anyone thinks and she has her two loser friends and mark is also there and then she's actually driving with the big boys, nonchalant and just cool as a cucumber

i just know the men around her would not be able to understand the phenomenon oscar. grown men having a mental breakdown over a woman serving cunt is hilarious as fuck

[mell0bee]

YESSSSSSSSS WRITING TAG TIMEEEEE EHEHHEHEHEHHEHEEEE

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P.S: check more of your asks!!!! >:3

YIPEEE thanks kiki sorry it took me a bit to do this

1- the last sentence you wrote

“Oh my god, her voice must have risen like, three octaves when you smiled at her. “

some luz dialogue from luz & hunter’s guide, talking about willow to hunter, lmao

5- first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unfinished wip

“The gods of the pantheon seem to have their doubts, not seeing the greatness his uncle does in him.”

wow i had to pull this one from the VAULTS. i don’t actually have any current wip drafts (just a ton of loosely planned ideas) so this one is from like 2022. it’s an owl house mythology au loosely based off of hades (the video game) in which the golden guard gets reincarnated over and over and tries to escape. i like the concept but have no idea what the plot would be so on the shelf it will sit until i figure that out

12- a trope you’re really into right now

hmmmm not really a fanfic trope but ive been thinking a lot about crouching moron, hidden badass. specifically the variant where a character is deliberately hiding how badass they actually are by acting like a moron, at least partially. invoking this trope is like, how to make that character my favorite character 101.

as for fanfic tropes. uh. a favorite of mine that never gets old is childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers. so many of the ships that have been giving me brain worms throughout the last 5 or so years fall in this category. *cough* sashanne *cough* narumitsu *cough COUGH* catradora. it’s the layer of being previously childhood friends and having that past pure and unconditional friendship. and then having that all torn apart and then rebuilt again. S-tier drama.

16- favorite place to write

99% of my writing is done in my bed bc im paranoid that if i wrote at my desk my parents would be able to see because they tend to randomly barge into my room. when im at college i tend to write a lot less but at least i can do it at my desk lmao

19- the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

for ‘the girl, the cat, and the black hole calamity’ i went down quite the rabbit hole of archaic and modern physics concepts like entropy, black holes & atomic decay. it was very fun and absolutely none of it ended up in the fic because i was like. why would 13yo anne care about this nerdy physics stuff lmao

i also have researched a lot (A LOT) of archetypal literature, historical figures, jungian psych, & various myths (specifically irish myth) which is on paper for the persona 5 swap au fic that im never gonna write buuuuut mostly was out of my own curiosity. when i was first learning how to write i read up on archetypical literature and campbell and stuff quite a bit so it was very fun to revisit. also this swap au lives in my brain rent-free. it would theoretically be a longfic covering the events of the entire game but i can’t do that. but im gonna have to do SOMETHING with it considering the sheer amount of effort ive put into the planning and reworking all of the main cast’s personas to the point where im pretty sure ive put more thought into my picks than the original p5 writers lmao

20- in what year did you publish your first fic?

cannot be bothered to find the exact year but i know i was 13 so probably 2016 or 2017. yknow what’s funny is i spent most of middle and high school thinking that when i got to college i’d stop writing fic and doing fandom stuff in general and yet here i am, going into my senior year of college, still on the same fandom clownery that i was 8 years ago. lmao.

[transthadymacdermot]

(Detail from James Gillray's political cartoon Evidence to Character: being a Portrait of a Traitor by His Friends and by Himself)

Wip intro: Eight Grams of Gold

Genre: historical fiction, courtroom drama, elements of cosmic horror

Progress: 1st draft

POV: 3rd person limited

Setting: 1795 - 1796 in Ireland + some scenes in England and France

Content warnings: gore / death / abuse / a variety of place-and-time-typical forms of bigotry / cannibalism / etc

Things have not improved for the RRL characters. A stolen shipment of guns, a dead landlord, and now a bizarre personal feud sparked by one man giving another a guinea, which spirals out of control into an esoteric legal battle which threatens to consume everyone and everything. And of course, in the mean time, the spectre of rebellion is looming, and as it is now the year 1796, the clock is slowly counting down.

First, there is Sarah Connolly, a peasant woman, whose son, Frederick, stabs and kills the landlord during the family's eviction. Seeking preservation above all, she sells the body to the innkeeper at the local Essex Arms inn, and washes her hands of the business, content to not ask questions about what innkeeper Lazarus McClure, whose mental stability has been going steadily downhill since the conclusion of the last story, will do with the body and content that she and her family will be safe under their roof for at least another quarter. That is, until it comes out that the Englishman who was meant to inherit his wealth, Charles Nathaniel Maurice Irving-Hamilton, 4th Viscount of Drenning, was recently disinherited in a fit of rage on the part of the man who Frederick stabbed. And the man who will now inherit is a mere bookbinder, a nobody, a tradesman, who infamous aristocratic spymaster Lady Maria Whittaker is incensed to discover will soon be on the same social level as her if he is allowed to acquire the land and the title that would have been Charles' -- who is a bad inheritor, but a suitably titled one.

Whittaker digs up a will. It would seem that the title once came with a lot more land, was severed from it quite by accident in the 1740s, and should, following rather the spirit of the law than the letter, belong to the brother-in-law of the object of Whittaker's very mutual unhinged psychosexual obsession, William Rearden. It isn't too difficult to convince this brother-in-law to contest it. Everyone wants to be a lord, after all. Only, the man who is now a lord refuses to give Whittaker's puppet a thing -- save for a single guinea, handed to him outside church one day as a deliberate mocking gesture. And what's worse, Rearden, who despises his brother-in-law, told him to do it.

AKA: now that I've lured u in with a story about gun-running I will make you listen to me talk about the 18th century Irish legal system for a billion million words ❤️

Ask to be +/- from the taglist!!!

Main Characters

Anthony Franklin -- (he/him) a man of science and lover of liberty from Scotland. A genial family man who loves his friends and chafes at all forms of authority.

Lady Maria Anne Whittaker -- (she/her) a Jacobite-descended Englishwoman whose job it is to get supplies to France, no matter who has to die for it. Loves, apart from herself, her sister.

Eoin O'Donnell -- (he/him) a Defender leader, now on the run from the law. Considered "odd" and "not right" but liked for being very good at terrorism. Has a terminal case of Catholic guilt.

Sarah Connolly -- (she/her) an Irish Catholic peasant woman trapped in an unhappy relationship. Blames herself for a lot but blames other people for more and someday that's going to end very badly for them.

Frederick Craig -- (he/him) Sarah's 11 year old adopted son, recently hired as a drummer boy for the local regiment. Holds a confused ball of resentment within his chest. Has strange dreams.

Annie Craig -- (she/her) Sarah's 12 year old adopted daughter. Considered a touch odd but liked well enough. Determined to find some justice in the situation she finds herself in.

Charles Irving-Hamilton -- (he/him) a worthless Englishman who did not even want to come to Ireland for his uncle's funeral. But he is willing to stay if he can get some entertainment out of ruining this legal battle.

Lady Eliza Durham -- (she/her) a scheming landlady. Has been playing this game a long, long time, long enough to be sure of her ability to best anyone else on this list.

Edward "Lazarus" McClure -- (he/him) a resentment-filled, Derry-born, oak branch-wearing, sham-fighting inn owner. Loves his current fling and Winstanley; hates his father and the law.

Francis "Frank" Borden, Gerald O'Neill -- the new inheritor and Rearden's brother-in-law, respectively.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

WIP Game

I was tagged by absolutely no one I just saw this and it looked SO FUN because I have so many wip's so I wanna play! Please ask me stuff I love ask games!!!

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(s) that most intrigue 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. (You can make your own post or reblog this one)

Everything I have at least STARTED so it currently exists at in draft form:

Non-Girl Talk Buffy and Jenny

College GSA

Adult Married Fuffy

Bigender Buffy Summers human AU Faith scholarship

Am I Here to damn you? Or to help you navigate this maze? (Fuffy Catholic boarding school)

Coffy PWP

Buffy/Faith Textfic Love, Simon

Buffy/Anya Neighbors AU

Fuffy Hope in a Bottle

Fuffy Closets, Coffins, and Claustrophobia

Fuffy Genderfluid

Fuffy Season 3 The List

Fuffy Fairy Tale

Fuffy Pre-Series

Tori/Jade Christmas PJ's

Christmas Present for Echo (Fuffy Fake Marriage)

Coffy Rivalry

B. Summers They/Them

Fuffy Crush

Fuffy Season 3 Anne

Fuffy Season 5

Fuffy 2020

Fuffy Wicked

Gender Wishverse

Fuffy Post-Chosen

Fuffy Season 7

He Slays Monsters

if you're lonely, come be lonely with me

Unmasking

Drowning

I was also going to list everything that exists in concept form only in my never ending list of ideas but the list got too long so maybe another day! Tagging: @summrsbuffy @norakovacs @juanabaloo @falsestardust and anyone else who wants to play! :)

[thefledglingdm]

1 7 and 13 for the writer asks!

thank you so much for the ask!!! apologies for the delayed response!!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

oooh i have a really hard time writing action scenes. like, anything in same stars is a trial to write bc i just think, ok, the action happens, let's move on. because what's fun in one medium (a first-person shooter video game) can be really hard to translate into another (a longform fic about my OC, Miranda, who i am down to talk about at any and all hours). just... any long-form action scene.

this will probably not be a surprise, but it's easy (well, easier) for me to write dialogue (witty banter? sign me up!!!!) in most any form. i also love a good angst with a happy ending.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

YES YES YES YES THANK YOU FOR THIS YES!!!!!! these will all be about my current wip that i am working on/publishing, i wish to be found. these bullet points below may have some mild spoilers, so the rest of this answer is below the cut!!!!

though this is an au of you've got mail, i changed most everything but the central premise because i don't actually like the second half of the movie that much anymore.

this essentially follows the lore history that i set up in the world will follow after, where yamaguchi and tsukishima don't meet until adulthood. tsukishima's backstory is the same as it is in that au, and yamaguchi's is changed to make it so he was born and raised in tokyo working for his mother's bookstore.

in the world will follow after, yamaguchi mentions off-handedly that he wants to tattoo his right arm with constellations as well. in i wish to be found, a slightly older yamaguchi has actually gotten all of the tattoos he details wanting in that fic.

originally, there was going to be more kagehina, but i chose to cut them in order to focus more on the tsukkiyama, kuroken, and bokuaka storylines.

if yamaguchi and tsukishima are elizabeth and darcy from pride and prejudice, kenma and kuroo are anne and wentworth from persuasion. these are parallels i want to delve into more in a kuroken-specific side story.

speaking of storylines, i got the name for yamaguchi's store and for the bookends company name from fantasynamegenerators. emily is a godsend. their story - that suga was a bookends competition winner that got together with his assigned editor - is mentioned in passing for backstory.

i briefly considered adding a daisuga getting-together subplot, but decided against it for the same reasons as reducing the amount of kagehina.

i look up and save the floor plans/zillow listings for every home location in my stories.

suga's character traits/info in my draft doc is literally just

in the final scene of chapter 1, tsukishima refers to his meeting about the next bookends location as "business as usual." in chapter 6, yamaguchi uses the same phrase during their fight.

the café fight was the first scene i wrote for this story.

tsukishima's message to yamaguchi, "find me when you're ready," is a direct homage to the title, "i wish to be found."

this is a slight spoiler for the chapter i haven't posted yet, but the fantasy world tsukishima creates for his bookends submission is the same homebrew world i created for a D&D campaign that fizzled out. the characters he uses are all NPCs i made for that campaign, too.

i mentioned this in some comment replies, but suga has 100% written, posted, and received commissions from volleyball players to write volleyball RPF. but he only writes about folks who have said they don't care about it. it is the worst-kept secret in the league. everyone thinks miya has read them all, but he swears he hasn't. sakusa has read them all. suna has performed multiple live readings at volleyball parties.

though not all songs i put on my writing playlists can make it into the fic, three that i'm actually bummed i probably won't be able to include are "bruises" by train ft. ashley monroe, "falling slowly" by glen hansard and marketa irglova, and "closer" by joey contreras and brian russel carey.

while this is an au of you've got mail and there are a ton of references to pride and prejudice, this story also ended up having a lot of parallels with the story/musical daddy long legs. both feature characters who fall in love over exchanged messages, with one person aware of who the other is and the other not. i highly recommend listening to it!! yamaguchi references the lyrics to one song, "i have torn you from my heart" ("yes, you've got your freedom, daddy / but you don't have me") when he muses on tsukki's absence in his life ("I have the store. But I don’t have you.") those same lyrics were originally the chapter title for chapter 6.

i also reference the song "the man i'll never be" when tsukishima realizes that yama and yamaguchi are the same person, thinking, "And yet. And yet. Kei could think of nothing more cruel or unkind than leaving Yamaguchi sitting there, alone, waiting for the version of himself Kei pretended to be."

the green sweater yamaguchi wears when he meets tsukishima at bookends is the same one he wears to meet tsukishima in the coffee shop in the world will follow after.

the bokuaka theme for this fic is "stranger" by riley roth.

the kuroken themes for this fic are "right where you left me" and "this love" by taylor swift

tsukkiyama have a theme, but that will be revealed in the epilogue!!!!

if you're still reading this i love you!!!!

[annlillyjose]

Let’s Be Suns Tonight - WIP Intro

[Image Description: A silhouette of two boys walking on the road projected against a car's beam at night. The path is aligned by lights on both sides. In the center, in a creme and white serif font reads let's be suns tonight and ann lilly jose./ End ID]

Hey y'all! I have a new book. I know I have way too many WIPs but, I can't help it. So basically, here's what happened:

I was doing camp nanowrimo for dairy whiskey, my liftic novella

I wrote 1.2k of it in a day and realized that literally everything was going wrong (pov, tense, story opening, etc.)

I put off writing for two whole weeks and kept telling myself I'll write dairy whiskey when I feel like it (was still pretty sure I'd somehow win camp with my 10k goal, like no honey you need to stop being stupid)

Random thought at 2 am: Noah Anderson deserves a better story

Levi Shires. Girl. He needs a story of his own.

You're gay. Write gay.

Tries to put the project off for later and not write gay

Writes gay anyway

Let's talk about the specifics before rambling about the process. I promise, there's a lot (a LOT by my standards) of it.

Disclaimer: This is my original work. Please do not plagiarize in any way.

Genre: YA Contemporary

Setting: Not really sure, but it's an average small town

POV and Tense: First person present tense, dual POV. Possible ghost narratives.

Structure: Vignettes

Stage: Drafting

Playlist: Let's Be Suns Tonight (Updating)

Logline: Two boys who want to live life differently meet at a cafe and end up discovering secrets about each other, and about themselves too. (I'm pantsing this so things can change. I have no idea what's in store for the boys)

Characters

Levi Shires

18

Is questioning his sexuality

His full name is Levi John Antonio Shires

Is a pop singer

Just came home from his first ever world tour

Struggling with everything

Feels like something is wrong with him but doesn't know what

Face Claim: Troye Sivan

Aesthetics: music, guitars, posters, live shows, interviews, journalling at 3 am, obsessing over poetry even when you don't understand a thing except that it's beautiful, crying about being a crybaby, late night walks, questioning sexuality

Noah Anderson

20

Bisexual in denial

Father's boy

Is traumatized

Had tons of friends but is scared of it now

Wants to buy shirts with flower patterns but doesn't

Obsessed with Levi's music

Aesthetics: house parties, plaid shirts, trying to cry but cannot, laying on the floor, listening to the same song on repeat for hours, late night drives, night clubs

If you didn't already know who Noah and Levi are, here's the story. Noah is a character I created when I was in ninth grade (so that's like over three years back what) during a very angsty conversation with @jenetmoses. I drafted around 16k of his story in tenth grade and it was so much fun, but I never completed it. I then tried to fit him into so many stories but none seemed to work. Finally I decided to put him in Intersecting Parallels (another one of my WIPs I'm not sure if I'll ever even start writing) as a side character. Levi Shires is a character I created for the same project. But I fell in love with him instantly and now he's one of my favourite characters. It's almost like his existence gave Noah a story that he deserved.

Process

A few days back I felt like I should write a story for my darlings and now here we are. This is officially Ann stepping into gay waters (I'm biro ace btw) with her stories and honestly, this is so much fun. It took me a few days to actually make an intro post because I was scared that maybe this, like many of my other projects, will have a WIP intro and no updates because I. Just. Don't. Write. Anything. So I waited until I had sufficient content to share and had a feeling that this thing can work. Well, guess what. It definitely can and it definitely will.

I'm currently at about 1.2k words and writing this has been such a delight? I hope it stays the same for a long time because I haven't felt like this in over two years and now it feels heavenly. I had to go to a relative's house last week and I wrote a vignette before going. All the time I was there, I just wanted to get home and edit it (I edit as I write because it works best for me). When I came home, I spent an hour and a half editing it and it was for the first time in so long that I was longing to work on a project? Allow me to be emotional over this please thank you.

I have completed three vignettes now. None of them have titles yet, and I'm not sure if I'll title them. I know there'll be so many and I'm not sure if it's possible to come up with titles for so many vignettes, so for now it's just vignette 1, vignette 2, and vignette 3 (not fun at all i know). I'm also so happy that I can share a lot of stuff here because this, my loves, is a practice project. So here we go!

Vignette 01, Noah

I sit at a table for two, alone, raindrops bokehing the window I lean my head on. Outside the filmed glass, a litter of dogs fight for leftover meat from a barbecue joint across the street, a street light flickering above them until it dies out. The interior is all about pretence - Pinterest art printed on a large canvas hung up on the creme walls, plastic flowers hanging from fancy plastic pots, baristas speaking in an accent too thick for their age. LED bulbs coated in lime-tinted glass paper light up the cafe. They almost look like incandescent bulbs. Almost.

So, that's the opening. Not much to say about it, but I really wanted to set this story's beginning in a cafe so there it is.

Here's another excerpt from the same vignette. Noah being 1) attached to his father and 2) extremely angsty and pretentious.

The barista slides a ceramic cup towards me, smiling faintly with the corners of his eyes. The kohl on his lower waterline has smudged and darkened his under eyes. My latte stirs itself, the marbling on the froth a bit distorted now, the cream heart melting away, burnt and sacred. Papa told me that the heart is where life is. One evening after our family prayers, he pointed at a portrait of Jesus and said, "It is where love begins, and that's why love is what makes life worthwhile. Do all things with love, Noah."

Tonight, I want to feel capable of having a heart.

Tonight, I shall drink from the grail of life.

I'm sitting here like, boy, it's not that deep. It's just a latte. But then again, is coffee ever just coffee?

Well, let's not get into that because it deserves a whole post for itself. Moving to the next vignette now!

Vignette 02, Levi

Tonight’s weather slips chills into my faux leather jacket, yet my insides burn, like a star at the verge of dying out. That’s what they call me - a star, pop sensation, a child prodigy. Another lucky teenager whose YouTube covers blew up, landing them a record deal with a big label. Another wannabe Gen-Z musician, a clueless kid whose success in the industry is solely because of his social media following. Another wave that will die down faster than it rose, a whirlpool sucking in teenagers from across the world, just another boy who has girls swooning over him for his jawline, his height, his lips. But for my fans - Leviathans - my music is everything. That's what they say when I meet them before shows. That's what they post on their social media. That's what the tell newspapers and magazines and TV shows when they're asked about me.

What is everything? I don't know.

He's just so confused? So affected by what others say about him? Conflicted by varying opinions of media? Also let's ignore the fact that I named his fandom Leviathans. I have no braincells for more. Please leave me alone. Okay? Deal? Great!

And then this is how the vignette ends.

This is my hometown, so nobody squeals. Nobody points their fingers at me. Nobody hides behind trash cans to click my pictures. Because before I went on a hundred day tour, before open stages and live shows and official merch, before albums and debut single and record deal with Quercitron Labels, before YouTube fame and my cover of The Night We Met by Lord Huron, I was just another boy.

Some days, I want to be him.

Yep, so that's what's up with Levi. He craves for some normalcy in his life. I feel so bad for him.

Vignette 03, Noah

This is quite short, so I think I'll add the whole thing here.

A group of teenagers - two boys and three girls, all about sixteen years old - walk into the cafe. The taller boy has a dense voice. He's still going through puberty. He shaves his face every morning hoping he'll grow a beard by the end of term. He wears tight-fitted shirts to school, leaving the top two buttons undone, a silver chain dainty between his collarbones. He wears a cross on it, or an angel. Or maybe just the wings. The short boy is dating the black-haired girl. They're new at it, and it'll last a few months. But before it ends, they'll go on drives around the city wearing matching outfits they'd picked at the mall. She will sneak out with him in the middle of the night to drink wine in the front seat of his car. She'll take her first puff from his lit cigarette and will hate how it chokes her. She'll have a lot more firsts with him. They'll bunk classes and go for movies and neither will remember what happened on screen. They'll wish to dance in the rain and kiss in the pub, but they won't. Instead, they'll fight on sidewalks about college and long-distance and other friends. Eventually, they'll both acknowledge that they aren't working. The girl wearing dramatic makeup has a crush on him. She'll never confess, but the first girl will notice. Eventually. That'll spoil their friendship. The last girl is the third in the trio - the one that tags along, goes unnoticed because she takes up so little space and never talks. She wishes she were home. She's the kind that drinks black coffee and embroiders pillow cases at two a.m. so that she doesn't eat herself up.

They're a group of friends, the kind that thinks they'll last forever, but won't.

Four years back, I was the second boy. I hope four years later, he doesn't become me.

So, that's it for this intro. It's the longest post I've ever made (so far). Wow! I'm clearly so so so excited about this and I'll hopefully be able to share more stuff soon. Huge thanks to @showgirlcurio for pumping me up with this one! Tons of love <3

Thanks for reading so far. Please take care of yourself!

Love, Ann.

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