#i’m making really good progress and wanted to share another snippet

[atlasishere]

“Those were the loneliest years. Troy could remember praying to gods that he wasn't sure existed and begging for a parent to come back to him. Every night he'd pray for someone to come back to him. He'd beg for a father who didn't haunt the halls of their estate, for his mother to come back and help him, for anyone to help him get through the sea of grief he couldn't navigate. He had no abilities to swim through this, no map to guide him, no stars or moon to give light. They had been swallowed up by that hungry black hole of grief.

He started to fall into bad habits. He would get more reckless when sledding and practice far longer than he should. He joined a few clubs that would meet before and after school during the off season for sledding. Troy did everything he could to be out of that haunted house for as long as possible.”

how are we feeling about my troy grief fic???

[twinklingstarlightdiaries]

How to intentionally create your 2025 vision board

© Photos are from Pinterest

I started making vision boards in 2021 when everything felt overwhelming, and I had all these dreams and goals I wanted to achieve. As a visual learner, it definitely helped me visualize and picture what I want my future to look like.

And as time went on and I made a yearly vision board, I adapted and changed how I go about organizing and creating it. Personally, I believe there isn’t any “right” way when it comes to creating your vision board - your vision board is an embodiment of you and at the end of the day, it’s what feels right for you.

But I also believe it is important to be intentional when it comes to creating your board for the year. Inherently we have a plethora of goals and dreams that we would try to cram into a year in order to see and make progress in our lives. However, because we don’t change our lives in flashes of brilliance but rather, through a slow process that will ultimately result in breakthroughs (Weist, 111), when it comes to planning your year ahead and making your vision board, it’s good to consider a less-is-more approach. 

For instance:

Make a list in your notes app of the specific areas of your life that you really want to focus on this year and add more details of what exactly you're looking to achieve. For example, in health I'd like to start taking gym classes and make healthier breakfast meals.

Select which format you'd like to use; I shifted from making my vision board a collage to making it on Pinterest! This was mainly because I like to change my phone backgrounds and laptop backgrounds often and since I use Pinterest regularly, it felt like a better format for me. I’ve also seen videos where some use Notion as well. Ultimately, it’s whichever feels right for you!

This is where the less-is-more approach comes in: select three photos maximum that best fits your goals. It’s aesthetically pleasing to have a lot of photos all put together but sometimes it can be overwhelming for your brain. The point of a vision board is to help your mind ingrain these aspirations thereby assisting the process of taking action. Selecting a few pictures that look like they’re from your point of view or you can imagine yourself in can help your mind to become more focused on that specific goal.

Optional: Screenshot your list you made in your notes app and include it in your board just as a reminder of what your goals are!

Overall, a vision board is another way to assist in organizing your aspirations and helping you take action. And as aspirational and determined as we are, it is important to remember to not pile too much onto your plate, and thereby your vision board. Take it one step at a time and allow that momentum to build.

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Hi there! Welcome to my blog! I post lifestyle related content, occasional advice and snapshots of my life. I’m currently on a journey trying to embrace the healthiest version of myself and I wanted to share snippets with you. 🤍 If you enjoy the same or you’re on the same journey, I hope you enjoy my blog!! 🫶🏻

[prism-empurress]

ISAT next gen au, chapter 1.

Hi everyone! Remember that snippet I shared that was really well liked? Well here's the full thing! Chapter 1. It's Isafrin centric but I'm going to make sure everybody else has their time to shine as the story progresses.

Everybody lives together, but Loop is still missing. They'll show up eventually though.

CW for postpartum body and muscular separation.

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Chapter 1; "Needing a bigger nest"

Siffrin scooped up his chunky baby from her crib, as she squealed happily upon seeing the return of both him and Isabeau. Celeste clung to Siffrin, giggling and kicking her feet.

“Hiiii baby star,” Siffrin cooed, moving her hair from her face and smiling wide. “Did you have a good nap?”

Odile sighed heavily, “Of course after we put her down for a nap, you two dorks show back up.”

Isabeau grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. They had just returned from their honeymoon after being away for a week.

“We...missed her a lot, while we were away.” Isabeau said, walking over and wiggling a finger in front of his little girl.

“You were gone for one week,” Odile laughed, “Seriously.”

Bonnie gasped, eyes twinkling, upon the return of them, and ran right over, hugging Siffrin’s side.

“Frin!” They exclaimed, “Za! Hi!”

Siffrin laughed, “Hey Bonbon. Do anything cool while we were gone?”

“No,” Bonnie sighed, “Just grocery shopping. Nille had to leave for another boat ride, but she told us to tell you that she’d be back in a week or so.”

“Awh.” Isabeau sighed, “I wanted to thank her for being at our bonding ceremony.”

Celeste squealed, kicking Siffrin right in the chest. Siffrin wheezed, looking down at her.

“Haven’t you done enough of that while you were growing?” They laughed, rubbing her belly. Celeste grabbed one of Siffrin’s fingers, squeezing it tightly. “Oooh, strong grip!”

“She wasn’t any trouble while we were gone, right?” Isabeau looked at Odile, who merely crossed her arms in response.

“She’s five months. She can’t do anything except hold her head up, hold her bottle, flail her arms, and squeak.” She said, shaking her head.

Mirabelle walked over, wearing a simple clothing. “Earlier, she did spill formula over me...she somehow yanked the nipple off her bottle.”

Isabeau gasped, “Just like when I was a baby…”

Siffrin laughed, handing Celeste over to Isabeau, who gladly took her into his arms. Isabeau kissed her tiny face multiple times, making the “mwah” sound with every peck. He tickled his little girl, earning many squeaks and squeals in return.

“Aaaagh, I’m never leaving you ever again. Ever ever ever.” Isabeau sighed, holding Celeste close. “Even though you like to kick.”

Finally, the luggage was brought all the way into the family’s humble home, unpacked and put away. As Siffrin was playing peekaboo with Celeste, Isabeau and the others were chatting over tea in the living room.

“I love our house, I really do.” Isabeau said, “But as Celeste gets older…”

“She’s going to need more space.” Odile stated. “Or else the two of you will be tripping over toys, left and right.”

Isabeau grimaced, glancing over at the happy girl. She was going to grow up before anybody knew it. Siffrin picked Celeste up, pretending to bite her tiny toes. This resulted in more adorable squealing for the family to coo over.

When she was born, the family had lived in a multiple room home, but...there was no room for a nursery. So, Celeste had spent her first few months of life in a crib in Isabeau and Siffrin’s shared room. But would this have effected her mentally, down the line? She was a clingy little girl, getting upset if she didn’t see anybody she recognized. Regardless, Celeste knew nothing but love in this household.

Siffrin took a home made wooden rattle out from one of his many pockets, and shook it in front of her. It wasn’t his best work, but it still did it’s job. The wooden rattle was painted dark, with light speckles to resemble stars. Inside of it were wooden beads. Celeste laughed, reaching for it.

Isabeau smiled at the sight, then looked out the window. The area didn’t really have a yard or backyard for the little girl to play in. Nor was there any room for a swingset. For Celeste to grow and thrive, she needed a bigger house to call home.

“I’ll prepare some formula for her.” Bonnie said, getting off of their seat. “I wanna feed her. Can I, Frin?”

Siffrin smiled warmly at Bonnie, “Of course. Just remember to support the head.”

Isabeau was still doing math inside of his head, running various calculations...until Odile snapped her fingers in front of his face.

“Just look for available properties in the newspaper, Isabeau.” Odile said. “I’m confident we can find a new place to move in to.”

Bonnie left for the kitchen, and Siffrin joked “I can’t wait to teach her how to throw a dagger.”

Isabeau gasped in horror. “No no no! No sharp things!”

“Kidding, Isa.” Siffrin stuck their tongue out at him, which Celeste copied.

Mirabelle gasped, “She mimicked you just now!”

“She did?” Siffrin looked back at Celeste, and stuck his tongue out again. She followed suit.

Siffrin stuck his tongue out for longer, and Celeste did the same, until Siffrin stopped.

“Birds of a feather,” Odile laughed. “She’s going to be a major trouble maker around the two year mark.”

“Ahhh we can handle it, m’dame!” Isabeau said, waving away her worries. “She can draw on the walls a little bit, as a treat.”

“Surely you’re aware of how pricey it is to replace wallpaper…” She murmured.

With Bonnie in the kitchen, they washed Celeste’s bottle and dried it thoroughly before assembling the formula. Bonnie tested the liquid by dribbling a droplet on their wrist, and the result was perfectly warm. They carried the bottle with pride back into the living room, grinning at Siffrin. Siffrin smiled, picking up Celeste and handing her over, guiding Bonnie on how to hold her.

“I know how to do this, Frin.” Bonnie pouted, putting the rubber nipple to Celeste’s face.

Celeste immediately latched on, smiling while she suckled. Her chubby hands reached to hold the bottle up, but Bonnie kept their grip on it. Isabeau walked over, beaming with pride, as he sat next to Siffrin on the floor. Siffrin leaned against his hubby, stealthily planting a kiss on his jawline.

“It’s like she’s getting cuter every day,” Isabeau sighed. “Those chubby cheeks, that darkless hair, oh and the freckles!”

“Hard to believe, but, in a few months she’s going to start crawling…” Siffrin laughed, “So many places to explore and so much mischief to cause!”

Celeste finished her bottle, letting go of it and hiccuping. Bonnie held her upright, head on their shoulder, and patted her back to make her burp. Celeste burped, rather impressively, making everybody laugh.

“That’s my girl,” Isabeau chuckled, reaching for her.

Bonnie swatted his hand away, “No. She’s mine.”

“Uhm. Bonbon. You’ve had all week to fuss over her. Let me have her back.” Isabeau said.

“Well...Bonnie has been super attached to her, ever since Celeste was brought into the world…” Mirabelle fidgeted with her hands. “As has our rescue cat. Who somehow knew from the start something was up.”

She playfully glared at Siffrin, who laughed nervously.

“I apologized fifty times, Mira.” They said. “For keeping that secret from the rest of you. I was…”

Siffrin sighed, “I was scared of how you would react.”

Mira reassuringly patted his back, “Siffrin, it’s fine. I was messing with you. I’m just glad Celeste was born with no issues.”

Self consciously, Siffrin rubbed the loose skin that had presented itself after the birth. His gloved fingers traveled upwards to the area below his ribcage, and he grimaced. He still wasn’t used to it. But the doctor did say the muscular separation would close up if Siffrin did the proper exercises.

“Siffrin?” Mirabelle pursed her lips, “Are you okay?”

“Ah. Sorry.” Siffrin blushed, “Just...erm...recalling the big event and...what it did to my body.”

“Hmm.” Mirabelle pondered.

“No regrets!” Siffrin spat out. “No regrets at all! I just...feel…”

He struggled to find the right words.

“I think...I’m still recovering from it all?” Siffrin grinned. “It still feels like yesterday she came into our lives.”

Mirabelle giggled, “It certainly feels the same way for all of us!”

Coming out of hiding and stretching like she woke up from a nap, was the family’s rescued cat. Star was a pure lightless cat that came home with everyone one day after being spotted and assessed. She was only three months old when discovered, but after she was brought home and washed up, she received a clean bill of health. After getting used to everyone and her new environment, her personality began to shine. She demonstrated fierce hunting skills with her toys, and on multiple ocassions rested her head on Siffrin’s stomach. Even during the surprise baby shower, she presented a felt mouse to Siffrin that was very well loved.

Star waltzed right up to Siffrin, rubbing against their knee.

“Well there you are,” Siffrin said, picking her up and kissing her on the head, “Were you put down for a nap, too?”

“Oh no.” Odile shook her head, “Miss thing over here knocked over the decorative bottles on one of our shelves and ran off after they crashed down. There were no survivors.”

“So she avoided being scolded?” Isabeau laughed.

Bonnie carried Celeste over to Star, saying “Watch this!” to Siffrin.

Siffrin gasped as Celeste softly extended her hands to touch the feline friend, kicking her feet again happily.

“She knows how to give gentle pets!” Siffrin smiled, “I’m glad.”

“Star sometimes pets her, too.” Odile added. “No claws, either.”

Isabeau yawned, stretching and standing up from his spot.

“I’m really glad to be back home with you guys but I’m worn out.” He said, as Bonnie finally allowed him to hold Celeste again. “Me and the little one will lay down for a bit.”

Siffrin locked eyes with Isabeau, then looked at Celeste.

“I’m napping, too.” He said, getting up from where he was sitting.

“Alright! Mini-family nap!” Isabeau laughed softly.

Isabeau carried Celeste, while he and Siffrin walked to their shared room. But instead of putting Celeste back into her crib after being wrapped up in her lightless blanket, she was placed on the bed as Isabeau climbed into it. Siffrin followed suit, on the other side, staring at his little girl in awe. Celeste, sandwiched between the two of them, yawned softly, feeling nothing but utter love and safety.

Multiple anxieties danced in Isabeau’s and Siffrin’s minds, though. Ranging from Celeste’s developmental milestones, her overall well being, to their own individual insecurites of parenting. Isabeau never wanted Celeste to go through what he had to as a child, and Siffrin...was utterly afraid of doing anything wrong. He often held her like she was glass. He’d rather he broke instead of his beloved child.

But Isabeau softly patted Siffrin’s hand, to reassure him that they were all doing their best for her.

“I’m still scared, Isa.” Siffrin whispered, petting Celeste’s head while she slept. “What if she gets sick?”

“She had her shots two weeks ago, and everybody handles her with clean hands.” Isabeau said. “But, yeah, it is a big scary world out there…”

Silence, still gazing adoringly at little Celeste.

“She’s beautiful. There’s me and you in her.” Isabeau said after a while. “And she has a happy sound, the squeaking. I hope she never stops doing that.”

Siffrin chuckled, feeling safe, but also very very tired. He drifted off as well. Leaving just Isabeau to admire both Celeste and Siffrin.

He pulled a blanket over Siffrin, stroking his face. In the back of his mind, Isabeau recited his vow to protect Siffrin and their baby from harm.

[lazysadpotato-comix]

(Obviously no rush but i didnt wanna forget to send this one in, also, once again- good luck on your exams!!)

What's Becky's relationship with violet and scoops, I can get little snippets from previous posts but I need the detailsss (I may or may not just what more of Becky scaring people)

Also what about her and the botfords(+bobs ig) relationship? It seems to be strained(?) From what i can tell but you haven't said much on it

Becky, Scoops & Violet (Picture Art Book Trio)

▶️ WordGirl 2P AU Masterpost⭐️

❧ My Ko-fi ☕️

[2P AU Scoops & Violet] ⏪️~⭐️🌟⭐️~⏩️ [2P AU The Botsfords]

Thank you for another ask! I’m gonna have to cut it up though because I haven’t drawn anything for the Botsfords + Huggy and I’ll be posting that at another time. (And also, this is one LONG post, so I HAVE to cut it for my device’s sake 💀����)

Todd & Violet aren’t considered as Becky’s friends and yet they hang around each other for… some reason. Think of it as the Mean Girls, no one really likes each other but they get along enough to insult everything then immediately turn around and try to ruin each other’s lives. Toxic? Yes, very.

2P!Todd has a crush on Becky to mirror how OG!Becky has a crush on him but the big difference is that 2P!Becky finds him repulsive. She doesn’t know he likes her that way, not that she’d understand how he feels for her anyway, but she openly shows her disinterest and even disgust around him (kinda like how OG!Becky shows her disinterest with OG!Tobey, just harsher.) There’s a couple of factors as to why, one of them being the fact that Todd’s endeavor in seeking for a tragedy or the hottest gossip to write about just proves Becky’s belief in the worse of humanity, and he disgusts her that way.

Violet and Becky’s relationship in the 2P AU is, as mentioned before, complicated… but they clearly don’t like each other. The two are quite competitive, constantly trying to one up the other (with Violet obviously always coming out on top while Becky loses), and openly throw shade at each other. However, as much as they dislike one another, they’re also the only people who can understand the other to an extent.

Despite Becky’s lack of emotional awareness and Violet’s lack of empathy, the two never overstep their boundaries — never force the other to do things they don’t want to, never make the other feel uncomfortable, never pry into the other’s business, etc… and they respect the other person’s interest in words/art and even understand to a degree why they’re so interested.

So, in the end, even though Violet and Becky don’t like each other, it’s hard to find someone else to fill in the gap the other creates when they’re not there. Plus, who else passionately hate watches Pretty Princess Cartoons and shares a discomfort over horses and horse-like creatures alike?

However, when it comes to WordGirl, Todd and Violet’s view differs. Todd was always a bit afraid of WordGirl since nobody knows who she is and she could do whatever she wants with the power she has. Thus, he makes it his duty to unmask her for the safety of the city and of course, the ‘scoop’. Violet? Oh. She’s just a hater. It’s as simple as that.

(This post has been pushed around multiple times because Tumblr hates me, they don’t want me to post anymore and keep deleting my progress HELP)

If you have any more questions about the 2P AU or anything else I’ve created, or you want to suggest a song for the 2P AU playlist, go ahead and submit it in my inbox! It’s always open! (But please respect me and don’t send asks unrelated to the content I make)

[thefreakandthehair]

WIP Weekend

thank you to @formosusiniquis for the tag (like, two weeks ago, but we'll just ignore that)! there are a few WIPs in the scrivener trenches right now, but these are the ones I'm feeling more inspired by right now. 💕

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIPS:

football au (god I really need to title this one already)

lover's rage

asmr!eddie x insomniac!steve

donuts & dragons (new idea)

snippet from football au and some tags below the cut:

“It’s a king sized bed, Harrington. Why are you being so fucking weird about this? Do you have space issues? Do you think I snore or like, thrash in my sleep? Is it— oh God, don’t tell me it’s because I’m gay.” “Jesus Christ, no!" Steve sputters, shaking his head furiously. "I’m not like that. We’ve shared a bed before! I just— I don’t think it’s a good idea this time, okay?” Eddie remembers waking up with Steve curled up against him, Eddie’s arms wrapped loosely around his middle and their legs tangled together. They haven’t spoken about it since.   “Well, you’re sure acting a lot like other people I’ve gotten stuck sharing rooms with who are like that, so what gives? Now that we’re winning and everyone’s screaming your name again, is sharing a bed with the lowly running back beneath you, Mr. King in The North? Is it—” Steve cuts him off and pushes him against the door.  “Just— just—” “Just what, Steve?” He doesn’t want to fight Steve. He’s not totally sure he can hold his own, but he might have the upperhand in dexterity and sheer junkyard dog mentality. Steve stops him in his tracks before he spirals too out of control.  “Just— shut the fuck up.” He grits out, his hands tangling in Eddie’s hair still shoved against the door. The words barely leave his mouth before Steve surges forward.  Steve kisses him.  Steve kisses him.  Better yet, Steve lets Eddie kiss him back. It’s rough and sloppy, too much teeth, but Eddie doesn’t give a shit. He’s kissing Steve Harrington and even if it’s a mistake, even if he’s just another experiment for a curious but closeted football jock, he’ll take it.

no pressure tags: @steddie-island @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @starrystevie @runninriot @wynnyfryd

@morningberriesao3 @wormdebut @sidekick-hero @steddieasitgoes @steddieas-shegoes

@vecnuthy @matchingbatbites @augustjustice @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly @cuoredimuschio

@hbyrde36 @momotonescreaming @thisapplepielife @steddielations @rozzieroos

@lihhelsing @shares-a-vest @kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @fragilecapric0rnn + anyone else who wants to jump in!

[galvanizedfriend]

Any chance for a snippet for the next chapter Yokan? Or any idea when the next chapter is is going to come out ♥️ I’m re reading the Wolf 3 right now and am nearing the end of the updated chapters lol 😭

Hii, friend! ❤️ I can't promise when the next chapter will come because this is turning out to be a monster. 🥲 I'm at about 80% now, and have been making decent progress, but editing this is going to be��� So I hope to have it finished soon, but I don't know when. But since you asked, I can give you a little snippet. 😁 This is a scene I had been working on earlier today, Kol and Eve having a 1x1. Don't know if that's the kind of thing you wanted from this chapter, but I was actually having some fun writing this. 😂 Bear in my mind that I have not edited anything, so this could all change. But I hope you enjoy it. 🥲

From TW4x03: "Hello," he greets her, only half her face visible from where she's hiding - quite poorly, mind you - behind the kitchen door. Eve blinks up at him, but stays remains quiet. "Cat eat your tongue?"

She abandons her cover, stepping fully into the kitchen now, all pink pajamas and pigtails.

She is... Big. Kol is definitely not used to following humans' growth spurts from up-close. It's perfectly normal, he supposes, but it still comes as a bit of an irrational shock to see how she went from a little baby to this fully formed mini-person. A mini-Niklaus, nonetheless. Though with none of the malice and aggression and the annoying hubris ingrained into every line of Niklaus' body after a thousand years of living in pure rage. That aside, the similarity is uncanny. It's easy to forget there was once a sweet boy somewhere before the moody tyrant took over.

"My mom says I shouldn't talk to strangers," she tells him as though reciting words she's heard countless times before.

"Ouch. Out for blood, are you?" he retorts flatly. Her wariness doesn't bother him as it seemed to bother Niklaus earlier. In Kol's experience, it's smart to remain watchful around this family. "I'm not a stranger, though. I'm your coolest uncle. My name is -"

"Kol," she finishes for him. "I know."

He smiles. "See? You do know who your coolest uncle is."

"I don't really remember you, though."

A frown appears on her little brow, as though she's straining to remember, sweeping through her admittedly short tapestry of memories after any moments the two of them might have shared. The fact that he knows she won't find any does cause a bit of a pang, he must admit.

Kol doubts he would've spent much time around his niece anyway, seeing as he was always trying to free himself of his family's clutches, but the reasons why he didn't are still a sore spot. Niklaus didn't even trust him enough to tell him about his daughter at first. And when he finally did, Kol ended up murdered by another one of his brothers before he could even be properly introduced to Eve.

"Yes, well. A sore shame if you ask me. I'm rather delightful," he remarks, detracting from the bitterness. "Isn't it a bit past your bed time anyway? Are you up to no good, by any chance?"

"What are you going to do if I am?"

Kol coughs up a laugh at her unexpected show of defiance. "That depends," he bargains. "Are you planning on putting a frog under your uncle Elijah's pillow?"

Eve giggles. "No."

"Filling Rebekah's pillowcase with flour?" More giggles. "Oh, I know! You're going to spread spicy pepper on your father's toothbrush."

That gets a full-out belly-laugh from her, blue eyes twinkling with delight at the thought of playing pranks on her family. Kol likes her more and more by the second.

"That's mean!" she exclaims in-between waves of laughter.

"You say that because you haven't seen his face. Then it's just hilarious. But if anyone asks, I never told you that." He punctuates it with a wink.

[cer-rata]

WIP Wednesday

I'm alive!

As proof of life, let's do a fic accountability game, rules stolen from @authenticaussie, bastardized by myself.

Here's a chance to control my life a little bit!

Here’s how it works:

Make a list of five (or so--) of your WIPs for your followers to chose from.

I like providing short synopses/teases to give some context, but you can be super vague if you desire

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

Your followers get to send an ask with one of the five listed WIPs!

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

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

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

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write! Think of it as a call to violence!! 😈

File names:

"No Return": Jason Todd and Bao Pham have found a 6"3 teenager with no memories and terrifying strength. They need to make some calls.

"Unnatural History": Darla Dudley and Jon Kent bump into each other at a museum in Fawcett and things get weeeird.

"Bury a Friend": ...What if I just changed the ending of Sinister Sons?

"The Hand Dealt": Suren Darga is sure that Zatanna is going to do something unpleasant to him in a week, so he's trying to enjoy the little time he has left with the only friends he's ever had. Colin, Damian and Maya just think they're hanging out like almost normal people.

"The International": Tim Drake thinks that putting together a new version of the Justice League International is a great idea. He is the only one who thinks this. It happens anyway.

Swap Day: Jon Kent gets switched with a future version of himself, and learns some...confusing things.

The snippet:

“...I mean...ugh.” Mary brushed some hair out of her face. “Like, on the one hand, it’s super nice of Tim to offer, and It’s…It’s not like I don’t know most of the other people he wants to invite, but also…I feel like the JLI is cursed? Historically?”

Billy spent a good solid fifteen seconds trying to figure out a polite, positive thing to say about his time on the original Justice League International. In the end, he only managed a shrug and a meager “...Eh? I mean it was a different lineup. And Bruce was also like…drowning in grief, Guy was there, Ted honestly loved the drama–”

“Yeah, yeah sure, and this team may be free of old men who under any other circumstances would be dangerous alcoholics, and I appreciate that. But…I think I’m going to get stuck being the parent.”

Billy winced. “Oh no.”

“Yep!”

“Oh, that’s…I mean…but Jaime’s going to be there?”

“Yeah, but do you really think Jaime can get Yara to back off? For any reason? Ever?”

Billy rubbed his chin. “...Well maybe Tim can–”

“Create an international incident by being snarky in an American way that will not translate well? Because he really wants this team to be a global thing and I’m going to be honest I’m not totally confident that the others can or will be looking out for that. Additionally, Yara has already threatened to drown him–”

“Okay so you’ve already locked yourself into this.”

“...Apparently.” 

“Then you need to recruit a co-parent.”

“Oh god.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh no you’re right.”

“Mmmhm.”

Mary held her face in her hands and groaned.

[welcometololaland]

wip wednesday

y'all - i feel like i've been so fucking annoying lately but i'm here to request one thing of you - give me some juicy snippets to read because i'm finally on top of my shit. and i've always wanted to start wip wednesday (for all i know someone has already started it but don't rain on my parade! let me live in denial) and now i maybe can. This is from ALTA which is (omg) so close to being posted. 10 days. fuck. i'm not ready (i am).

“She’s really gone, isn’t she?” TK asks, his voice breaking as his head remains burrowed into Carlos’ shoulder. He’s stopped shaking now, which Carlos takes to be a good sign, but he’s cried so persistently that the whole front of Carlos’ jacket is wet. 

He pauses, leans back and cups TK’s face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away a few errant tears. He briefly considers making a passionate speech about TK’s mother being dead but not gone – living on in his heart – but then he decides for pragmatism. He thinks TK will appreciate that more, anyway.

“Yes,” he says simply. “But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.”

TK sniffs, his glazed eyes staring helplessly into Carlos’ own. “What do I do now, Carlos?”

Carlos sighs, brushing away another of TK's tears. “I’m not really sure, TK,” he admits. “But right now, I can take you home. It might be nice to cry somewhere that isn’t your high school computer lab.”

A tiny, hesitant smile appears at the corners of TK’s mouth. “I think my dad will be relieved,” he says. “He keeps asking why I haven’t cried yet, like it's some kind of crime.”

“Well, he’s definitely going to be pleased to see you,” Carlos points out, as TK nods tearfully. 

“Could you— Do you mind coming with me?” TK asks as Carlos steps back and drops his hands. “I don’t really want to be alone and my dad is driving me nuts. My other friends…they wouldn’t understand.”

“I hope they do understand, TK,” Carlos replies solemnly, collecting his books and following TK out of the darkened classroom. “I think everyone will do their best to support you.”

TK makes a non-committal sound as they walk down the empty hall – devoid of students – amplifying the sound of their sneakers on the linoleum. “Not like you,” he says, after a pause. “I know we’ve only been friends for a little bit, but you’re different.”

“Oh yeah?” Carlos asks, pushing open the front doors and following TK down the steps. “In what way?”

TK pauses, looking back up at Carlos as he descends the stairs, a pensive look on his face. “You’re good, Carlos,” he replies simply. “You’re good for me.”

Open tag for anyone to share but also some targeted attacks under the cut (with insane requests, feel free to ignore me)!!!

@theghostofashton (need some exes to lovers PLEASE), @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut (boxing AU boxing AU!), @goodways (got a tasty treat shannon?) @reyesstrand (food fic???) @strandnreyes (please don't hurt me but you can if you want) @rmd-writes (just because i love you) @heartstringsduet (FIRST AID?!) @carlos-in-glasses (what's next up CIG?) @birdclowns (your wip snippet game has me blurry eyed, i must know more) @fitzherbertssmolder (any comic progress?) @louis-ii-reyes-strand (been loving your snippets) @lilythesilly (fighter pilot AU?!) @kiloskywalker (tarlos fighter pilot AU????) @sanjuwrites (soulmates????) @three-drink-amy (teacher AU teacher AU teacher AU!!) @chicgeekgirl89 (any yachts about?) @lemonlyman-dotcom (some music fic for my ears???) @wandering-night19 (4 x 18 coda???) @thisbuildinghasfeelings (cross stitching update??!!!) @freneticfloetry (something from the soulmates timer fic???) @alrightbuckaroo (summer parisian au my beloved!!!!) @cha-melodius (you've got mail AU????) @redshirt2 (anything you would like to contribute, i'd just love you to keep feeding me!) @iboatedhere (how are those prompts???) @orchidscript (lovingly bullying you to keep writing) @marjansmarwani (i know the words are hard but also i am lovingly bullying you as well <3) @morganaspendragonss (has angst queen got anything this week?) @lightningboltreader (THAT ANGSTY ONE BED THING I AM SCARED BUT I WANT)

[graysongraysoff]

snippet sunday monday

@appolojustice tagged me to share a snippet of writing from a wip for snippet sunday! but i didn't really have any works in progress so i had to make a new one before i could share lol.

here's a little something from a batfam au i've been kicking around w @antique-romantic, based on the tv show 9-1-1 lmao. bruce is a detective, clark is a fireman, & harvey is half lawyer and half orphan-stealer:

“Robin!” Bruce forces his eyes to open past the blinding pain in his skull. Harvey has turned his back to him, facing the pre-teen boy who now stands on the staircase to the second floor. The boy who called the police, the boy from the wellness check. The boy Bruce now knows is called Richard, not Robin, his face blanched with fear. “I’m sorry,” Harvey continues. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but, well. Maybe this is a good thing. A teachable moment.” He grabs the kid by the scruff of the neck and pulls him the rest of the way down the stairs, shoves him toward Bruce where he is trying to pull himself up off the hardwood floor. “Now you can get a good look at what you made me do.” “No,” Bruce grinds out, earning another crack of Harvey’s boot across his face. He slides back down onto his back in spite of himself, dizzied by the impact. “You think I wanted to do this?” Harvey continues. “You think I like hurting people? But you called the police — you made Detective Brucie here think you were in some kind of danger. He was so worried about you because of the lies you told that he broke into our home without a warrant. And I had to protect us. You get it? This is what happens when you act out of line. People get hurt.” When Harvey stops talking Bruce can hear Richard sniffling, a sound that punches through him more painfully than everything Harvey has hit him with so far. The boy’s voice is a brittle rasp when he answers. “I didn’t —” he chokes out. “I didn’t mean —” No. Bruce tries to speak again, tries to reach out, tries to do anything that might offer the boy some small comfort, but his body refuses to obey. He can feel his consciousness slipping as he keeps trying to give the kid something, anything, to reassure him that this isn’t his fault… The last thing Bruce hears before finally losing himself to darkness is a broken whisper that twists his heart in his chest: “I’m so sorry.”

i'ma tag @arealcrow and @boltlightning and anyone else who feels like playing!!!

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Rom-com AU

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Metal Band Steve AU

Snippet

From the Omegaverse sequel, which you will note is not up there because it's too close to being finished and I don't want to spoil anyone's fun. But I loved this part so much I just had to share.

Never before had a heat been so smooth, so effortless. Gone was the feeling of not being full enough, of not being good enough.

But Eddie soothed all that away.

So Steve really shouldn’t have been surprised when six weeks later he was staring a double pink line.

“Why the fuck are the lines pink?” Steve huffed. “Isn’t that sexist?”

Eddie looked at his bondmate, husband, and love of his life with fond exasperation. “Honey...is that really your take away right now?”

Steve looked up at him in adorable befuddlement before he realized what the double line meant.

“I’m pregnant?!” he squealed. He threw the applicator in the sink and hugged Eddie tightly.

“You sure are!” Eddie said, swinging them both around in their rather large sized bathroom, but still managing to knock things over in their excitement and overwhelming joy.

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They're dumb, your honor, but I love them.

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send as many asks as you want, as often as you want.

If I don't finish them in one day, you bet I'll finish them up as soon as I can.

@mira-jadeamethyst @zerokrox-blog @forgottenkanji @w1ll0wtr33

@acingthecounts @thesecondfate @beelze-the-bubkiss @just-a-tiny-void

[qlala]

tagged in this @ao3commentoftheday WIP post by the wonderful @crestfallercanyon, with whom i absolutely agree: sometimes a work in progress wednesday can be a friday, too <3

serendipitously, i couldn't sleep last night and ended up working on my sequel to my coldflash undercover-at-a-rave fic, "black on black," for the first time in a while!

this is a bit more than a snippet, but i was enjoying myself too much :) hopefully this isn't a piece i've shared before!

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Barry slid his gaze back to him on an unimpressed look that only put Len in a mind to wipe it off his face. “Are we really going through this again? I’m here to stop the meta. You’re not—”

“Supposed to be here,” Len repeated, rolling his eyes. “Thought you’d be grateful. Always telling me what a good man I am, and now…” He spread his arms and turned a slow circle on his heel. “Here I am. Offering to help.” 

“Uh-huh,” Barry said. “And you don’t have any selfish reasons to want the CCPD to stop the warehouse raids out here?”

He was clever; Len would give him that. But he was also easily flustered, and Len diverted easily with another slow once-over that ended on the leather harness crossing Barry’s chest and drawled, “One or two.” 

It worked like a charm. Barry crossed his arms and glanced away again, but the tops of his cheeks darkened in the shadows, and his gaze wasn’t nearly as stern as he was trying to make it when he looked back at him. “Are you really planning on helping this time?”

Len tilted his head with polite disbelief. “Call keeping you from getting whammied last week ‘not helping?’”

Barry dropped his arms, exasperated. “Leonard.” 

“That little blonde number is starting to interfere with my life one way too many. I have a… vested interest in keeping their body count from getting any higher.” 

Barry visibly weighed believing him for a moment, as if he had better options for backup, then nodded, once, decisively. 

“We have have a name for them now,” Barry offered. “Some kids have caught on to what’s happening, and they’re trying to find the meta. Like, on purpose. They’re calling them…“ He shook his head, with an expression that told Len that he had clearly lost an argument at some point, then he tossed a hand out in defeat. “The 'angel of the rave scene.' Cisco has been making Phantom or the Opera jokes all week, but…” He shrugged. “‘Angel’ kind of stuck."

It was a lot of charming information that Len hadn’t asked for and didn’t care about, and he told Barry as much. 

“You wanted to help,” Barry reminded him. “If you hear someone mention it inside, you should know who they’re talking about.”

He was right, but one part of that sentence had stood out to Len, making his nose wrinkle in distaste. “Inside?”

~~~

Inside was exactly as bad as Len had remembered: oppressively hot, deafeningly loud, and sticky. The air was even thicker with fog machine smoke than the time before, and Len had a passing thought that he should’ve brought an oxygen mask. He’d come somewhat prepared, though; along with the pistol in the back of his jeans, he’d brought his least favorite jacket in case Barry decided it was a tactical decision to rid him of it again. 

Barry didn’t make him wait long on the stripping front. They skirted the crowd that time, hanging close to the edges where it was a little cooler, but Barry still shrugged out of the patterned shirt he was wearing unbuttoned over that goddamn harness as they went.

Len’s attention snapped back from scanning the crowd. He watched the shirt slide off one shoulder as Barry pulled an arm free, then the next, but didn’t waste a moment watching it drift to the ground. Because the muscles in Barry’s back were far more worth looking at, shifting lean and powerful in the strobing light and reminding Len how it had felt to have them under his hands. 

The sharp shadows cast by Barry's shoulder blades crossed with the stark lines of the harness, which was calling to Len stronger than every cigarette in the building. There were two rings on the back, one on each side where the straps from over his shoulders and under his arms met the strip of leather across the back. It suggested a matching set in the front that must’ve been covered up by the offending shirt, and Len didn’t stop himself from putting the toe of his boot down, hard, to catch Barry’s heel on his next step. 

Barry twisted to look back at him with an offended little frown that Len couldn’t have cared less about. Because Barry’s movement had given him the confirmation he’d been looking for: the same dark straps and matte o-rings on the front, framing Barry’s chest in a way that was borderline obscene. 

Christ, want wasn’t a strong enough word. Len’s skin was prickling with it. He was of half a mind to leave the job for another day, skip the glitter-bombed bathroom and just take Barry back to one of his safe houses from the start. Hell, tell Barry to take them back to his place instead, let him find out how hard it was to get eyeliner out of pillowcases—

It was a stupid thought and all the reminder that Len needed to remember which head he was supposed to be thinking with. Leave the job for another day? He had six and a half million dollars in untagged cars sitting in a warehouse three blocks away, delivered the day before the CCPD's raids had started. His contact was getting jumpy—wouldn’t move them, didn’t want them to stay—and he was starting to make noise about Len getting Mick to just take care of the inventory. 

So no, Len didn't have another day, much as he might wish that he did. He gave Barry a smirk for tripping him up instead, accepted the exasperated look he got in response, and followed him deeper into the warehouse. 

Not that it ended up taking them much longer to find 'Angel,' in any case. Wasn’t hard, when a glance up at the stage found the kid perched on the edge of the DJ’s set-up, bleached-out hair full of glitter and reflecting back every flash of the colorful lights that throbbed over the crowd. 

Unfortunately, Angel didn’t have any trouble finding them, either. Because when Len tracked his gaze back up from where Angel was bouncing one long leg to the beat of the blaring music, they were looking right back at him. 

Angel's gaze slid to Barry, and their smile went hazy and beatific before they looked back at Len. They lifted one hand and wiggled their fingers in coy greeting. Then, when Len didn't wave back, they turned their hand over, palm side up, and crooked one finger in an unmistakable come hither gesture. 

Len caught Barry’s arm to stop his forward momentum. (It took a heroic amount of restraint to not grab him by the back of the harness instead, not that Barry seemed to notice or care). When Barry started to turn again, Len indicated the stage with a lift of his chin and pushed in close enough to be heard over the music.

“We’re being summoned.” 

[eyesofshinigami]

WIP Weekend

Tagged by the lovely @shares-a-vest! Maybe this will be a good kick in the pants to get some writing done!

How it works:

-In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

-After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an even or a gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then three more on another to share.

If you're reading this, you're invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write!

File Names:

Frat boy!Steve

Sugar baby Eddie

Stripper!Steve

5+1 Lovers fic

Snippet:

Taken from the Frat boy!Steve fic:

There was a thought. The little gay bar just on the other side of campus was one of Steve’s favorite places in the world. It was everything he’s not; it’s loud and bright and unapologetically itself. Steve would give anything to be like that. The people he meets there are unlike any other and it makes him a little sick that he’s still too scared to be like that. His silence must speak for itself because the next thing he knows, Robin is draped across his back, her weight a pleasant push into the mattress. He loves that he can be so physical with her, knowing there’s no expectation and neither of them are interested in anything more than the deep friendship they have (no matter what his stupid frat brothers have to say about it). “Talk to me. What’s going on under that atrocious hat of yours?”  He huffs out a laugh. “Just… I don’t know, Robs. Graduation is coming, I hate the idea of going to work for my dad. I hate how my entire life has been planned out for me since I was born and all I’ve done is just… let it be.” He swallows around the lump growing in his throat. “It’s just all kind of sinking in, you know? Maybe I don’t want to wear a suit to work. Maybe I don’t want to marry some yuppy girl or guy and churn out 2.5 kids in my bland house in the suburbs.” “Then don’t,” she says simply, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Look, I know it’s easier said than done, considering you belong to some kind of weird ass dynasty, but!” She pauses when he shoves her shoulder, sending her rolling off of him. “But what I’m saying is that you can be the master of your own destiny. Would it really be the worst thing if your parents cut you off?”

No pressure tags for awesome people: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @thefreakandthehair, @berenwrites, @ataliagold, @ghostinthelibrarywrites, and really anyone else who wants to play and tag me so I can send you asks!

[hilarychuff]

SanSa soulmate au 🥺

wip titles tag game

sansa soulmate au!!!! believe it or not there HAS been progress on the i carry it in mine front...... not only did i recently figure out some very upcoming chapter snaggles/spacing BUT i also got some help from @cellsshapedlikestars as i puzzle through some of my larger plot tangles down the horizon.

it's gotten tricky as we get to the point where the show really flattened some things/made them silly and i can't promise nOT to have anything silly or simplified etc bc like... i am very much adapting from the show in many ways. i like to try and pull from the book but also the books are!!! very big and expansive. clearly hard to write even for the actual author himself!!!! but i am trying to do things in a way that makes at least a little bit more sense. follows through a little more on some threads.

i've got a good chunk of the next chapter down (or at least the first pass at it). maybe a scene and a half more??? idk i don't want to say too much BUT there will be travel soon!!! and i may be able to find a snippet or some notes to share if anybody wants a preview

in the meantime here's my notes from the scene where jon goes feral in the crypts

He is no friend of ours, are the words she settles on. He has made me another cage. We do not need the army. I will make us other allies. Please, Jon. Forgive me my foolishness. Free me.  The letter arrives and they talk about it and jon is like @ bran and arya if you don’t find some dirt on him STAT i s2g i’m just gonna kill him idc if it is bad for business he’s dead :)  then jon goes all chokey-chokey on littlefinger in the crypts but not sure yet if he straight up kills him right there (CLIFFHANGER????????) Littlefinger talking about how tyrion must be trying to marry Sansa against her will again is like “I love Sansa as I loved her mother….. and once we are wed she will come to love me the same” and that is when Jon is like….. you will die

[stobinesque]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @eriquin and @spicysix thank you!!

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

wigwag [Steve's Big Gay Sex Adventure]

phryctoria ch. 4 revisions [depending on the revision I'll either post lines from something else or from a revised segment]

Wayfinder [S4 Fix-it, Lucas POV]

THE (no pressure) TAGS

@devondespresso @starryeyedjanai @xenon-demon @steves-strapcollection @scarcrossdlvrs @inairbinad @hellsfireclub @delta-piscium @steddielations @thefreakandthehair @skjachukson @steventhusiast -- and anyone else who wants to participate!

THE SNIPPET

from wigwag...nsft below the cut 😏

Steve lets himself be pulled into the man’s orbit without a fight. He’s moving to the music as easily as breathing, like the script for this is buried somewhere in the marrow of his bones. The man braces a hand against Steve’s hip and they rock together. Steve has to look up to meet his gaze in a way he’s never had to before, and the novelty of it makes his heart skip a beat. He’s never really stopped to think about whether or not he cared about being taller than his partners, but there’s something about feeling smaller than one that gets his heart beating a little more rapidly.

When Steve plays the night back in his head later he won’t be able to remember who leans in first, but between one beat and the next the space between them evaporates and Steve finds himself being kissed by a man for the second time in his life. It’s just as thrilling as it was the first time—if a little less awkward; a little more at ease. His lips are tingling and his head is buzzing and a sudden want rushes through him that makes him want to either devour or be devoured.

The man pulls back at the same time Steve does with a shocked gasp. “Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?”

Steve hesitates. “I would, but…I’m here with a friend.” Robin would never forgive him if he ditched her to hook up with a stranger.

The man smirks down at Steve. “I said ‘more’ private.”

Steve just stares for a moment, uncomprehending, until the man wraps his fingers around his wrist and tugs him off the dance floor. Steve follows in his wake, dumbfounded. The man leads him towards the back of the club, into a small, dark alcove tucked off to the side, next to the restrooms.

“How’s this for private?” He asks, crowding Steve up against the wall with his forearms bracketing either side of Steve’s head.

Steve swallows. “Pretty good, I’d say.”

“Good.” The man reaches down to hitch Steve’s hips up and forward, and Steve follows willingly, leaning his shoulders further against the wall and arching his back so that it forms a graceful, curving line. He peers up at the man through his lashes and lets out a small, breathy sigh.

“See something you like?”

The man drops his free hand down to slip his fingers beneath the hem of Steve’s shirt, and slides his open palm up the expanse of his chest. He pinches a nipple between two fingers and twists with a leering smile as he answers: “A pretty boy waiting to get wrecked.”

The words and the bright shock of pain send a shiver down Steve’s spine, and his hips twitch forward helplessly. The man skims the hand gripping Steve’s hip up his side, ghosting over his throat before tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He tugs, and it makes Steve’s lips drop open around a strangled moan. “Fuck.”

The man leans in, scant millimeters away from Steve’s face, so that his warm breath fans across Steve’s cheek. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he says, “Not tonight, darling.”

Before Steve can gather together a single thought for a response, the man is diving back in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss; the hand buried under Steve’s shirt snaking down to palm at the slight bulge forming at the front of his pants.

“Oh,” Steve puffs out on a small, surprised gust of air. He rocks forward into the man’s wide palm and heavy grip. Blood rushes south, and it leaves him feeling dizzy and his ears ringing even more than they were before. He pulls back from the kiss, head tilting back as he pants and tries to take in a steadying breath. “Fuck, I’m—“

“This the first time you’ve had another man’s hand on your cock, princess?” The man whispers into Steve’s ear.

Steve lets out a low, keening sound, and if his head wasn’t already pressed against the wall behind him he’d be knocking it back as the words spark through him. “It is, isn’t it?” His lips brush against the shell of Steve’s ear with each word, and Steve feels like he could crawl out of his skin. “I could tell just by looking at you, looking so pretty and green.”

[pearynice]

WIP Wednesday

So both the talented @hotluncheddie and @daysarestranger tagged me, thank you both so much!!

Rules

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

Steddie WIPS

"Hey, hey, take a breath. It's just the cicadas."

When did you know

Not good with breakable things

Sexuality crisis

Megadeath

Snippet From "When Did You Know"

“When did you know?”

“Know what?” Steve asks, voice muffled.

“That you liked me.”

Steve lifts his head slightly from the pillow so he can look at Eddie properly, eyebrow raised and mouth quirked in a sleepy, teasing grin. “That I liked you or liked liked you?” 

Eddie rolls into him, presses his face into his chest. “Answer the question, Harrington.”

Steve wraps his arms around him, pulls him so Eddie’s fully sprawled over his stomach. “You actually don’t know? I thought it was obvious.”

“Stevie, need I remind you it took me three tries to graduate. I’m not exactly the sharpest tool-”

Steve presses a sleep heavy finger to Eddie’s lips, “none of that.” He mumbles. “You’re like, the smartest.”

Cheesy bastard.

Eddie smiles, “you’re such a sap.”

Steve hums and Eddie can feel his chest vibrate with it. “Says the guy who just asked me when I knew I liked him.”

“You’re rubbing off on me,” Eddie grumbles, and Steve snorts.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, sweetheart.” Steve’s hand had traveled from his face into his hair, and the slow drag of his fingertips against Eddie’s scalp is sending tingles down his spine. “You really don’t know?” Steve asks in a whisper.

“You’re acting like this is common knowledge.” Eddie’s starting to drool a bit, his mouth hanging open at the sensation of Steve’s fingers.

“I thought it was. Eddie, the moment you brought that bottle to my neck, l was a goner.”

That’s enough to break Eddie out of his stupor. His mouth clicks shut and he lifts his head to look at Steve properly. “What?” He asks, because that cannot be right. “Stevie, I almost sliced open your aorta.”

Steve shrugs, and diverts his eyes- and- is he blushing?

My no pressure tag list is: @changemunson @angelscoops @blushweddinggowns and @slowandsteddie if any of you want to post (:

[dreamwatch]

WIP Wednesday Game

I got tagged in WIP Wednesday by @farahsamboolents- thank you! :D

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

File Names:

Like A Stone

Recovery & Aftermath

Dustin & Eddie

Eddie Hands One Shot

Steve & Eddie 90s

Prison Fic

Jesus, every time I do this there's another one to add to the list... and not a single finished fic. 😫

Ok, because I haven't done this for a bit, and because I have never shared a whole fic, I'm going to drop a decent size snip below from Like A Stone. This is part of a scene that I hate and I'm thinking of cutting, so I'll leave it here for posterity. Also, I think this falls under the realms of unreliable narrator...

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“I didn’t really think you cared anymore, to be honest.”

Eddie stares open mouthed. “What? What do— of course— ” He reaches up and grabs Dustin’s wrist and pulls him back to sit on the bed. “Hey, look at me,” he says ducking his head to catch Dustin’s eyes. “Of course I fucking care, you asshole. Of course I care.”

“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes,” Dustin chokes out. “It doesn’t feel like it ever, actually. You’re never around anymore—”

“I work, man—”

“It’s not just work, Eddie, and it’s not just me. Whenever we call you’re out, and yet I know for a fact you don’t go anywhere. You haven’t spoken to Gareth in months. Out of all the people that left us, you’re the hardest to take, because you’re still fucking here.” 

And it’s like an arrow to the heart. Because of course Eddie cares about him, but he’s done nothing to show it. Dustin has been an inadvertent victim of Eddie’s spiral. All the things he’s done to himself this last year to protect himself, they had consequences he hadn’t quite understood.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve— fuck.” Eddie takes a steadying breath. “Look, I’ve been going through some shit, okay? I mean, I think you know that, right? I didn’t hide it very well at New Years,” he smiles wanly at Dustin who doesn’t return it. Eddie looks across the room, out of his bedroom, anywhere but at Dustin.

 “I haven’t felt… good, I guess, for a long time. And I haven’t dealt with that very well, and I hurt you and I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to. I know it’s hard to understand but… it’s just really fucking hard to be around people right now.” He turns back to Dustin, who is staring at his shoes, nudges him with his knee to get his attention. “I’ll try to do better, okay?”

Dustin huffs, “Whatever man. I have to go.”

He watches as Dustin rides off through the trailer park and he feels like a piece of shit. How does he explain this to him? What this last year has done to him, how he’s not his Eddie anymore? He’s a broken bottle of a man, empty and sharp. 

That he’s having actual conversations with a dead girl now. Steve says Chrissy is sweet, but that was before, before he killed her, before she told him she wants him to die. Chrissy is different too, now. And if Eddie spends more time with his friends, more time with Dustin, then that means Chrissy would be closer to them, right? And she was sweet, once, but he doesn’t trust her anymore, doesn’t trust her near Dustin. 

So, he will try to do better, he will, but he has to be careful. He has to keep Chrissy away from his friends, and from Wayne. He deserves whatever she does to him, he deserves to be scared all the time, but they don’t. He couldn’t help her but he can keep them safe.

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