#don't worry about the amount of wips i have btw

[multi-lefaiye]

one wip, one song

ty so much for the tag @jezifster!!! :D so. i have a lot of wips. quite a lot. so i'm probably not going to cover all of them, but i'll include a song and brief summary with each one :D yahoo!

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a modern ghost story - a group of amateur ghost hunters get more than they bargained for when they find definitive proof of the supernatural, but it's far from what any of them expected.

dead girls - penelope scott

god died with wooden bones - 20 years after their mother's disappearance, shiloh rose goes searching for answers, stumbling across a mystery greater than anything they ever could've imagined.

beekeeper - keaton henson

cudaas - angels and demons fall in love and unionize against the gods who created them and have them at odds with each other.

angel of small death and the codeine scene - hozier

bleeding over eden - four years after the death of his husband, ink nikodemos is shocked when said husband walks through the door of his workplace one day, demanding to speak with him.

tell me i'm a wreck - every avenue

for we are both fragile things - over the course of a little over ten years, noah phan and arthur huffman fall in love and ultimately fall apart, causing a ripple effect that will change their lives forever.

soulmate song - carson james argenna

the moon hides its breath - a group of near-strangers go on a roadtrip in the post-apocalypse to try and prevent a murderous cult from potentially causing another apocalypse.

can't go to hell - sin shake sin

in seeking paradise - a year after the death of his friend beatrice in a tragic accident, knives nguyen is determined to find proof that his friend was actually murdered.

irresistible - fall out boy

wild animals - in a world where anthropomorphic animals known as moreaus are commonplace, a feline moreau named pavel is caught up in a war between two organizations with violent, apocalyptic potential.

slow dance with a stranger - danger radio

twelve stories club - four strangers meet one day while attempting to end their lives, though they ultimately all choose not to go through with it and instead strike up a friendship that changes the courses of their lives for the better.

tangerine - nolune

[dead chess wip] - a murder victim is resurrected as a shapeshifting monster, and they decide to go on the warpath hunting down the person who killed them in the first place.

revenge, and a little bit more - unlike pluto

[unnamed second person adventure] - a creature awakens in a dying world with no name, no identity, and no memories, and they go on a journey to find who they truly are.

oh the places you'll go - i fight dragons

blackwell & lomidze - a private investigator goes to investigate the disappearances of several young men, only to be drawn into a supernatural adventure beyond his wildest dreams.

wonderland - sounds like harmony

tagging (with no pressure to any of y'all <3): @skitzo-kero @albatris @wherearetheplants @nicola-writes @funky-writer-man @midnight-and-his-melodiverse aaand anyone else who'd like to give this a shot :D

[pseud0knots]

How would you handle the Benjamin Russell situation

basically every WIP I have right now deals with this so I'm not going to go into a huge amount of detail, but:

as I understand it jeph loeb intended the big reveal to be that shatterstar was never from mojoworld he was just benjamin russell, mutant kid from boston who ended up in the gamesmaster-controlled weisman institute. gamesmaster then manipulated ben's memories and sent him to mojoworld to become "shatterstar". this is lame and stupid obviously

instead, I would have ben be created by arize using the genetic material of rita wayword and longshot such that he is essentially their son (though not by birth) (if you want, this works with longshot and dazzler too)

rita sacrifices herself to send him to earth to live a normal human childhood and becomes spiral

thus ben ends up growing up with the russell family in boston thinking he's from Earth

when he's a teenager he runs away from home for [plot reason] and he gets taken to the (gamesmaster-controlled) weisman institute. he tries to run away from the institute also, and his mutant power manifests which is shatterstar's teleportation power from xfi. only ben teleports without an anchor and his soul detaches from his body. or whatever. and he essentially dies but his body falls into a coma and eventually gets taken back to the institute (because at this point gamesmaster is like. invested in him. I'll get to that below). the period where he's not there is the point where terry is first at the institute and he's listed as missing

ben "dying" alerts spiral and spiral tries to find him

however gamesmaster has taken an interest in ben after meeting xforce in the childs play event (xf 32-33) when he sees shatterstar and goes. Huh? Thats weird. I could do something with that, so he prevents spiral from getting to the institute

gamesmaster perceives that spiral has a special connection to ben so he proposes a game to her--if he can successfully manipulate shatterstar into thinking he's actually benjamin russell, mutant kid from boston, then spiral can have "benjamin" back (spiral of course does not know that ben is "dead" so the "benjamin" gamesmaster is referring to here would actually be shatterstar, brainwashed. he has a little teehee moment about this of course because for him the game is to not only fool shatterstar, but spiral as well. spiral will eventually figure out that the real ben is dead, but not until right before the actual ben russell arc in xf 59-61).

but if he can't, or if spiral interferes to tell shatterstar that gamesmaster is fucking with him, then he'll rewrite BEN'S memories and send him to mojoworld to live shatterstar's destiny (which he knows is to die for the rebellion) (AKA live out what jeph loeb originally intended to be the plot of the ben russell arc) (he intends to do this by getting in contact with mojo btw don't worry about it too much)

gamesmaster knows spiral won't sacrifice ben for shatterstar

gamesmaster doesn't just rewrite shatterstars memories to think he's ben because he knows spiral will, in time, just figure out how to reverse it with her magic. he's gotta make shatterstar believe it for real. EDIT instead he does it by . little things like making shatterstar worse in fights as we see in xf46-56, making him lose his warriors edge, planting info about ben where he knows shatterstar will see it, all leading up to the end of 56

all of this is happening in the background of xforce so nothing changes there

events of the actual ben russell arc are exactly the same shatterstar still dies on mojotv (as has always been his destiny) but because benjamin is essentially a body without a soul he can live on, retaining both his and benjamin's memories

benjamins life ends so shatterstar's can continue just like rita's life ends so spiral can save benjamin from growing up on mojoworld

forgot to mention this earlier but shatterstar is one of 7 clones made by arize before spiral sends ben to earth to grow up with the russells

if this makes no sense don't worry about it I'm writing it its fine

[bluepallilworld]

BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE OMGGG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

omg would you believe me if i told you i was literally thinking about when your bday was coming up yesterday and hoping it wasn't soon cause i have yet to draw anything GJHGFH GOSHH that's just my luck >:'D

no but i really wanna make something big and meaningful for you tho!! i don't wanna settle with a small doodle of one of your ocs when you ALWAYS give me banger gifts for my birthdays!!! (i mean last year's gift was??? INSANE??? i don't think i could ever top that btw the sheer amount of joy that brought me can't be surpassed :')c )

just letting you know that i didn't forget about it!! i am just a little short on time with wips and assignments but i WILL draw you something good i promise<333333 (no spoilers but it will be fanart of one of your awesome writings >;)c )

Thanks 💕

No worries no worries

Please rest, you deserve to have a good rest uwu

You can give me a gift whenever you have time, doesn't matter if it's next month or in october etc...

I already know I'm gonna love it you sweety head <3

(well I still didn't finish your gift from last year and I'm determined to finish it at one point X3, see you're not the only one late late)

Have the nicest day ever!

[saiikavon]

“my sweet prince” placebo

(Glad to have this to fill my 'need to post' urge because all I've been doing today is creating new wips and I'm losing it. Great song btw! The tone is *chef's kiss* beautiful.

This kind of got dark and I apologize if that's not what you were looking for - it's just the vibe that the song hit for me.

Warning: Mentions of attempted suicide and depression.)

A wiser person might have said this was bound to happen at some point. The right amount of pressure at the wrong time. The illusion of stability and strength, cracked, exposing the hollow vessel beneath.

He fought tooth and nail to keep it from being a reality. He expected to drown if it ever did.

He never imagined he'd have someone there to tend to the broken doll that became of Kaiba Seto when despair, at last, found the man beneath the god he'd tried to become.

"Close your eyes for me, 'kay?"

They slid shut almost mechanically, squeezed tight as Jounouchi rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. Opened again upon request, once the water slid over him, followed by a gentle hand sweeping back his sodden bangs. Those hands that were unflinching as they washed the not-yet-weeks-old scars that lined Kaiba's wrists.

"Just about done," Jounouchi said. "Bout time, too; you're startin' to get all pruney."

He laughed. The sound twisted around a knot of guilt coiled in Kaiba's stomach. It quickly vanished into the mire of listlessness that claimed the rest of him.

He let Jounouchi help him out of the bath, slow, one foot at a time. Soaked in the warmth of Jounouchi's hands before he was carefully dried off and wrapped in a lush bathrobe. All sweetness and comfort that he did not deserve, but was too exhausted and too selfish to deny.

He stumbled part of the way out the door, barely in control of his limbs, but Jounouchi caught him, as always. "I got you."

He was somehow the first to find Kaiba; blind luck, whether good or bad. Held him and tried to bandage the bleeding, saying the same, "I got you, it's okay, I got you," while he waited for help to arrive.

Kaiba had, forever selfish, clung to him ever since.

Clung to him now, as he was eased into bed, covers tucked up to his chest. Fingers shaking as they held Jounouchi's unblemished wrist, letting Jounouchi's fingers brush once more against the scars.

Forever good, forever kind, Jounouchi heeded the silent plea and held Kaiba again.

"I got you," he said. "Don't worry. I got you."

[writingwithsky]

12,13,15,17 for weird writer questions!

ahh thank you Emily! <3

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

okokokok so my first wish would be for motivation. it doesn't even have to be something that's super prevalent all the time just, something. my second wish would be for an ever lasting battery in my laptop please and thank you. and I think my third wish would probably just be something simple like decent spelling and grammar lol

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

hmmm something really difficult for me to write is intimacy on any sort of level regardless of the relationship, idk why. something really easy for me is angst. I like writing angsty shit idk

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

ok so i don't write in the margins, however i write in my notebooks about the books bc i'm a freak (dont worry i'm relentlessly judged for it by my friends). I will not under any circumstances dog-ear a page, i'd rather lose the page and have to go back for it. And I really don't take baths...? last one I took was probably like ten years ago if i'm being honest lol and i'll only judge you if you dog-ear, and no we cannot be friends if you dog-ear 😑(just kidding...unless)

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.

so for the wip that i've been staring at recently, Innocence Is (i swear i'll have the stuff posted soon), there's a lot of small nods to the main characters past that seem otherwise very minute or silly but actually play a very big part in how she conducts herself. especially with all the little trinkets she collects and leaves around.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

ummm it kind of just depends on what kind of story it is and how serious i am about the worldbuilding. like for Crimson Waters there's a lot of worldbuilding, but for something like Rule The World there's a lot less that goes in to it but either way there's always a good amount of notebooks and google sheets being used lol

from this ask game!

[acnelli]

Hey,

I wanted to ask if you've ever gotten an ask (not me) of a well thoughtout fic of any pairing? What would you say to motivate people to try and write their stories? When people give you an idea what typically goes through your head?

Theres so many ideas, plots and prompts to choose from and write but sometimes it gets difficult for some poeple to get that inner courage to post their work.

If you don't mind me asking, what made you finally hit submit on your work?

Also, i'm a Hp Romione fanfic writer, but I do struggle with trying to upload my work whether it's here on tumblr or on A03. I've gotten give or take about 7-8 semi finished WIPs, which are all based on different varieties of prompts/ideas.

Yet, I don't know how to move on to the submitting process which is like the finished stage of writing. I've tried joining the Romione discord but I always get nervous with the huge amount of people that are on the server, it's great don't get me wrong but it's a bit intimidating. When I say that I mean that there's so many amazing writers, and artist on the server, makes me feel like my writing isnt worth posting. I know it sounds pretty lame but I cant help feeling that way.

Sorry for rambling but I just had to ask you a few questions, don't feel obligated to answer quick. I'd like you to take your time with this.

Thanks for listening and also thank you for your fanfics, they make my day always

Hello anon,

first of all, thank you so much for your kind words. I'm happy you like my stories 💛

Now to answer your questions.

1) Aside from one a little more detailed, very smutty Romione time travel story idea, I never got an ask with a full outline of a story.

2) To anyone who wants to try and write, I'd say, please do. There is always someone who wants to read your story and if you like the idea, then someone else does too. Writing is usually not a skill you are just good at, but something that takes practice. If you read a lot of fanfiction, pay attention to the writing style and see what would work best for you until you find your own style.

3) I like prompt writing, so if someone gives me a prompt I play out different scenes in my head. The prompt shouldn't be too specific, but I don't mind working with something a little bit more detailed.

4) As for the courage to post your work: I posted my first fanfiction many years ago and I just had the desire to write down my idea. When I published it I didn't think much about it beforehand. I just posted it and was very surprised when I got reviews. The fic doesn't exist anymore, btw. Like I said before, practice makes perfect and I wasn't happy with it when I reread it. I also fell out of that fandom, so I wasn't very attached to it either. BUT this is how I got into writing and I just kept trying. For years I didn't write anything and I only started again in 2019.

I joined Tumblr and through Tumblr I found a bunch of very supportive fandom folks and sometime later I joined the HPRomione Discord. I understand your hesitation and worry considering the many talented writers in the server, but to me you couldn't find a more supportive group of people. Everyone is so helpful and as long as you respect and are considerate of people's boundaries (like smutty prompts, etc.), you are more than welcome to discuss fic ideas with us. And even if you don't want to discuss your writing, you can also talk about Romione in general, stories you read and enjoyed, and also non-fandom topics.

Don't be afraid to join and talk about your WIPs. Talking about story ideas is one of our favourite past times. As I said before, you'll find many helpful people there who would be happy to beta-read and/or go over your story idea and plot lines.

I hope my answer was helpful and if you have any more questions, send me another ask if you want 💛

Ask me anything for the 500 followers celebration!

[ineverhadmyinternetphase]

Hey! Do you have any wip in which dnp are in a qpr? If not do you plan on writing some? Maybe you could base it off your relationship, that would be cute. It's just that i've felt really down lately about my sexuality and I feel like i'll never find someone who understands me. Of course don't feel any pressure or anything, i just love your fics

Hey! Ohmygosh someone else interested in QPR phan, hiii, this is wonderful

I actually have an entire QPR verse right here! I’m going to beadding to it in the future, it’s basically going to follow the irl timeline asclose as I can and then move into the future (once I get there)

I also wrote this QPRoneshot back before I extended it into the whole verse

Aaaand the next installment in QPR verse is currently at 750 words and willbe added to and posted as soon as I can ^_^ but as QPR phan is my fave and I’mdoing prompt requests right now, I’m going to post a little thing here for itxD

I hope you don’t feel too down about your sexuality

Now for some QPR verse:

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Dan hadn’t actually expected a knock at the door.

He was curled up in his uni room, wrapped in the green hoody he’d stolenfrom Phil, and feeling decidedly sorry for himself. He actually hadn’t seen Phil in a couple of days, feeling too wretched to even attempt to leave his uni room despite the plans they’d had to see the city some more. Dan hadn’t been in Manchester for long yet, and Phil was definitely enjoying showing him around.

Dan would actually quite like Phil’s attention on him, thank you very much, which may have been why he posted a picture of himself wrapped in his hoody looking sick and sorry for himself online earlier that day. He’d maybe been attempting to curry some more sympathy from Phil, but Dan wasn’t ever going to admit to that.

He also hadn’t expected anything to actually come from it.

Phil had called him that morning, of course, because he always did. Dan had made sure to cough and splutter and sound as sickly as possible in the hopes of garnering some sympathy, but Phil had just laughed at him.

“You sound like a dying goose.”

“Thanks,” Dan answered dryly, sniffling.

“Don’t worry, it’s a good dying goose noise.”

That was very Phil - comparing him to an animal of some kind, laughing at him but also being kind. Dan didn’t quite know how Phil managed to do that. It didn’t matter quite how shit Phil might be feeling, one call from Phil and he instantly felt better.

Phil was everything to him. They weren’t traditional, he knew, but as far as Dan was concerned, Phil was his person in every way that mattered. They belonged to each other, were committed to each other, and it didn’t matter if no one else quite understood how. Dan didn’t need kisses or romantic gestures or anything more physical than a hug to know that this was the most important relationship in his life.

Phil, miraculously, understood that too. He was perhaps the only other person in the entire world who would, which was why they hadn’t bothered trying to explain to the internet. They were overt about their relationship, and a lot of people read into it in the more traditional way, but Dan just laughed at them most days. Phil could be a little more put off by it than Dan was, so Dan did his best to shield Phil from some of the worst of it. Either way, they had each other, and that was the most important thing.

The knock at Dan’s door sounded again, and he squinted at it as if that would make whoever it was go away. He was feeling even less like peopling than he usually did, and distinctly did not want to get out of the nest of blankets he’d built for himself over the past few days.

After a few minutes of silence, Dan’s phone buzzed. He glanced down with a frown to see a new text from Phil:

Hey, let me in!

Dan blinked. It couldn’t be - could it?

Within seconds, he’d fought his way out of his nest of blankets (kicking one of the more insistent ones away from his ankle) and scurried over to the door, pulling it open to reveal his very favourite person in the world.

“Took you long enough,” Phil grumbled, though his eyes were smiling. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, wonderfully familiar, and cradled in his hands was a steaming bowl of soup. “Also, I see you’ve appropriated my hoody.”

“It’s comfy,” Dan pouted, and shuffled back out of the way to let Phil in.

His uni dorm was tiny. They hadn’t spent much time together here for that very reason, Dan barely fit inside on his own, and Phil was actually a little taller than him, if only by a tiny amount. (And Dan was still growing, much to his chagrin). But they both squeezed onto Dan’s bed somehow, Phil surveying the little nest he’d built himself with a smile. “Are you broody?”

“Shut up,” Dan mumbled, scrambling determinedly back underneath a blanket and sneezing. “I’m sick, I’m allowed.”

“I know,” Phil reminded him. “You said this morning. And yesterday morning. And in the photo earlier, and in all your texts last night–”

“Yes, well, I’m sick.” Dan definitely wasn’t pouting as he threw a disgruntled look at Phil. “Did you bring me soup?”

Phil rolled his eyes, but he held out the bowl. “Figured I should come make sure you haven’t killed yourself, and also that you’ve eaten some form of vegetable in the last week.”

Dan elbowed him in the ribs, but took the bowl eagerly enough, peeking at it. “Leek and potato?”

“You’re favourite.”

“You’re the best.” Dan settled back into the pillows, legs stretched out over Phil’s lap, and slurped happily.

Phil surveyed him with an arched brow. “What, so I come all the way over from the other side of town, and you’re not even going to let me sit next to you?”

“Nope,” Dan said between mouthfuls. “You’re a footrest.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“But your favourite, right?” Dan looked up at him hopefully. He’d managed to spill some soup on Phil’s hoody.

Phil sighed heavily, but his smile was fond as he reached over to ruffle Dan’s hair. “Yes. Somehow. You’re still my favourite.”

Dan’s answering beam was radiant.

(By the way, this is based off the timeCharlotte actually travelled halfway across the country to bring me soupbecause I was sick xD)