#six sentence sunday fest

[jamiesfootball]

Six Sentence Sunday

"He told Isaac?"

"Yeah."

"Then how do you know?"

"Issac told me?" Colin said like it was obvious. "Why wouldn't he tell me? Isaac tells me every-"

[bookish-bogwitch]

Thank you @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @stitchy-queerista @johnwgrey @onepintobean @whatevertheweather @shrek-gogurt @hushed-chorus @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @palimpsessed for the tags!

Here are the first seven sentences from Ready or Not's Chapter 3: Much Ado About Nutting, which just posted. Baz POV:

I take my time in the bath.

Exfoliate. Shave. Moisturize. Floss. Use a sheet mask with supposed calming properties. (I should wrap one around my dick.)

And, since those are really tiny sentences, here are five more:

In the hallway this afternoon we came between classes. When Simon pushed me up against the lockers he cushioned the back of my head with his hand. He mumbled something about not turning his back on me. All I could say was Snow. (I said it threateningly.)

Thank you @facewithoutheart for the beta-read, and thank you @ivelovedhimthroughworse for the mega-beta-insightful deep dive! You helped figure out what was needed in not only this chapter, but the next one too.

Tagging @martsonmars @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @moodandmist @urban-sith @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter @confused-bi-queer @creepyspice @technetiumai @dragoneggos @ic3-que3n @nightimedreamersworld @whogaveyoupermission @wetheformidables @sailor-blossoms @messofthejess and @fight-surrender. Happy Sunday.

[larkral]

Thanks for the tags @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus and @artsyunderstudy y'all are writing (and drawing and posting) very good things this week.

I think for the first time this month I read the phrase "discovery writer" (as applied to Naomi Novik, perhaps my all time writing idol?) And this may seem like an exaggeration, but it truly felt like the first time someone told me about bisexuality. Like. Oh, yeah, that's me. Not just a broken plotter, just doing this thing in a slightly different way than everyone talks about. (Notably: I have been writing for more of my life than I have been experiencing sexuality)

Anyway the scene I wrote last night...was very fun to discover. You will find yourselves unsurprised to learn it's my @carryonprompts fest (which will be posted long outside the fest, for sure), A Dangerous Affinity. This is a not too spoilery bit of the scene that is (shock) actually really six sentences.

My eyes are open, looking at Baz, and his face shifts beautifully when the line of power I’m pulling from him stops. As I feed it back into him, his cheeks redden, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

Just before I feed the last bit of mana back into him, I look away. I can’t let him see me looking at him like this.

I squeeze his hands, and let go. He half-smiles at me, “Thanks.”

Tags below the cut.

Hey friendlies, should you want to share some sentences, I invite you, otherwise feel free to use this as an invitation to take a little nap.

@raenestee @artsyunderstudy @katmiscellanious @bucketfishy @facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @yeonjunenby @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersghost

[wanderingjedihistorian]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Have a snippet of the final fic in my And the void would be calling series!

“We’ll all get through this,” Obi-Wan said. “Together.”

Ezra smiled. Words spoken by a much older clone than either of the two before him now echoing in his mind. It made one thing clear.

“Jedi and clones can do anything if we work together,” he declared.

Smiles met his words.

“You’re absolutely right,” Rex agreed.

This fic will post tomorrow as part of @codywanaufest!

[forabeatofadrum]

Thanks @martsonmars and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags. Look I have written again. First writing of 2023 and it’s some Ljubim te! I actually updated the fic. This snippet is from a much later part, but I still think it’s shareable (unlike this scene from chapter 22 that I am obsessed with):

Blaine closes his front door behind him and he slides down against it. Once he’s on the ground, he closes his eyes and he hides his head between his legs.

Blaine’s high on… well, it seems to be adrenaline. He was so focused on getting away that the entire bus trip to his place feels like it happened within a second. But now that he’s in the comfort of his own temporary home, time finally slows down again and he takes a deep breath.

What just happened?

Yeah, hmmmm, I wonder what just happened 👀👀👀.

No Snowbaz for now, although I think we all have enjoy stuff to read with the ungoing pornbbot saga. The day we saved Shep (and Malcolm) was so much fun!

I mentioned before that I do want to finish my Snowbaz textfic, especially when I had the terrible reminder that it’s for a fest that was due October 2022 (oops). And I will! One day! 

Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine​ @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa/@wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart  

[gallifrey1sburning]

Harry punched him.

Later, he sat with Hermione, trying not to flinch as she pressed ice to his bruised knuckles.

“That wasn’t exactly productive, you know,” she pointed out, her voice even.

Harry shrugged. “Still felt good,” he mumbled petulantly.

“You were the one who brought him,” she reminded him for the hundredth time.

For Six Sentence Sunday, from my Horcrux hunt AU that is only two fests away from becoming my primary project 🙃

Bonus sentence from later in the scene because petulant Harry is my fave:

“Yeah, well. I can hate his guts and still not want him dead.”

[nightimedreamersworld]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags @larkral ❤️ can't wait for your Simon's two mum's AU!

Today I offer you: some more from my Naked!Baz fic. I had a few people speculating about the spell's effect, so here's a snippet that gives some of it away:

“Fine,” I grumble. I pull my shirt off, then throw it at him.  Baz takes one look at it, then at me. I start turning around as he lifts it over his head, but not a second passes before he’s cursing.  My head snaps toward him again. He’s looking down at his still very naked, very furred chest.  “Nothing?” I croak.  Baz shakes his head, slowly.  Well, shit. Fuck.  This is the truth I’ve always been after, innit? All these years, chasing Baz around campus, into the woods and down to the Catacombs, I’ve been looking for proof of this.  He’s a vampire. He’s admitted so, fucking finally. 

So why hasn’t it worked?

(I know, realistically, that Baz probably doesn't have that much hair on his chest. But also Simon is thinking relatively here, and he has no other reference, so.....)

Anyway, tags under the cut:

@erotic-grope-fest @rimeswithpurple @artsyunderstudy @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @iamamythologicalcreature @hushed-chorus @captain-aralias @valeffelees @facewithoutheart @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @best--dress @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii @emeryhall @letraspal @stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @run-for-chamo-miles @whatevertheweather @thewholelemon @youarenevertooold @prettygoododds @shrekgogurt @shemakesmeforget @mooncello @forabeatofadrum @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @whogaveyoupermission @j-nipper-95 and anyone else who'd like to join! Have a good Sunday ❤️

[monbons]

Some Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @hushed-chorus! I can’t wait to dive into the new chapter. I am not mad at all at a potential 300k new words when they are so gooooood.

If you've been keeping up with The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, I hope you enjoyed your first peek at Simon! He'll feature heavily in every chapter moving forward.

If you've been holding out on reading, now might be a good time to start. I can't promise it won't hurt--sad Baz will still be sad Baz--but Simon will be a welcome balm each chapter. (I've also been informed by @bookish-bogwitch that my fic slaps so hard it can be read in any order...so feel free to jump in wherever you want 😆.)

For those who've kept up to speed, you deserve a little more comfort for putting up with angst-fest, so have a snippet from chapter 6 under the cut, featuring some Penny and Shep!

“So, I think I had a date with a stalker today,” he offers by way of answer.  “Oooooh, sounds fun.” Shepherd plops himself down next to Simon. “Do tell!” “Shep, that is the wrong response to this situation.” Penny frowns at them both.  “He’s shown up like three times in the last two days, and he keeps ordering the same gross drink.” Simon hassles his curls. “He flirts with me the whole time, but it's awkwardly aggressive.” “That’s actually really concerning.” Penny’s eyes go wide. “What’s the drink?” Shepherd presses. Simon grimaces. “Pumpkin mocha breve.”  “How seasonally inappropriate!” Shepherd fakes outrage, hand over his heart like he’s been attacked by the beverage. “Don’t get me started,” Simon mutters. “Is he at least cute?” Shepherd punches Simon in the arm lightly. “I repeat, your reactions are truly concerning, Shep,” Penny chimes in. Both boys ignore her.

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@larkral, @drowninginships, @shrekgogurt, @ivelovedhimthroughworse

@rimeswithpurple, @skeedelvee,

[anbessette]

Six Sentence Sunday

From the other fill I'm writing for Sangcheng Qixi Fest.

“He’s my friend.” Nie Huaisang felt his composure start to slip, and hid his face behind his fan. That simple phrase held so much. Selfish (he’s my friend, why should Jiaying get to take him from me?), plaintive (he’s only my friend, whatever I hoped), and resigned (a friend would not ruin a friend’s future like this). “He’s my very good friend,” he said. “And you should accept the proposal.”

[confused-bi-queer]

2023 Lee's Fics Recap

Thank you @forabeatofadrum and @ic3-que3n

There’s no Six Sentence Sunday today, but I do have a recap:

This year, I wrote several things, so I decided to self promote everything that went out this year in AO3 as a recap as well. Thank you for this amazing year!

FINISHED

ponerte a dormir (T, 1.8k)

Simon agessively makes a stressed Baz go to sleep

Bacterial Infection (T, 1.9k)

Simon has an infection, Baz takes care of him

repetition makes perfection (M, 2.1k)

After a nightmare, Simon makes sure to remind Baz he loves him

Family Line (M, 18.1k)

What if Simon knew the Mage was his dad and nothing changed?

Thrown Away And Left Out (E, 3.5k +)

Drunk Sex & Getting Back Together

every inch of you (E, 2.1k) From Erotic Grope Fest 2023

Simon forcing Baz to love himself during sex

The Sixth Chain (E, 3.6k) From Carry On Countdown 2023

Simon explores his “being marked” kink and Baz his silver one

WIPs I take to 2024

Diving Right Into (E, 2 chaps in of 4, 14.4k +)

What if Baz did have a tail instead of Simon during 8th year?

The Rise and Fall Of Us (M, 13 chaps in, 80,2k +)

A Ballet AU in which Baz and Simon star in the first gay ballet ever, about the Chosen One and his enemy-turned-lover vampire. A lot of trauma and very slow burn

ABANDONED

Protecting you like a Pitch (M, 18 chaps in, 85.2k)

Simon reports the Mage’s abuse and with Baz’s new help, they might do some changes at Watford

MALMAGE

burnt logs and ashes (T, 1.3k) From Carry On Countdown 2023

The Mage visits Malcolm during 2018 Christmas and leaves for good

[bookish-bogwitch]

Good morning! Hope those of you who stayed up for the server Halloween party have a nice lie-in. Tags first:

@facewithoutheart, @palimpsessed, @martsonmars, @johnwgrey, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @cutestkilla, @forabeatofadrum, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @moodandmist, @urban-sith, @captain-aralias, @aristocratic-otter, @artsyunderstudy, @confused-bi-queer, @creepyspice, @fight-surrender, @whatevertheweather, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @technetiumai, @dragoneggos, @ic3-que3n, @nightimedreamersworld, @whogaveyoupermission, @wetheformidables, @hushed-chorus, @sailor-blossoms, @messofthejess, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen.

Below the cut, six sentences from Chapter 2 of Ready or Not, which I'm almost ready to post. As always, I'm tagging this fic #dubcon and #ready or not copf if you'd like to avoid it.

Baz POV:

There’s public, there’s private, and then there’s football.

We’re tied with Parmiter, three minutes left. Last home game of the season. If we can break the tie, we advance to playoffs. 

Snow’s somewhere in the stands. I’m not sure of his plan if the curse strikes. I suppose he can hide easily enough under crowd noise and his giant foam hand. My plan is to cry foul, flop to the ground and hope I don’t leave a cock print in the grass.

Happy Sunday!

[darkhorse-javert]

'News to the Desert'

Introducing Simon 'Sim' Stewart, and to some extent his father Benjamin Stewart (who has made a prior apperance in my writing). Respectively they're Sam's Cousion and Uncle. @blind-dates-fest

North African Desert 1942

A towselled head pops out of the canvas back of the lorry, grins at him, offering a thick bundle in oilskin, “Post has come in, Sir.”

“Righto, Sergeant” He takes the offered bundle, turns to the thick group of his men, cramped together behind him in the path of their camp. They're standing steady, but they're concentrated on the letters in his arms. He pulls them out of the packet, turns up the first one

“Tods, J.” One man presses forwards, takes a bunch of letters wrapped together

“Smith, A J,

“Sergeant Todd..”

It carries on

At last, only one packet is left, a thin one, perhaps only two letters.or a thick one. He pulls off the cover. Two it is, numbered as is the family want.

He pulls out the first, father's familiar handwriting rolling across the thin page, and shimmering through from the other side.

Dear Sim,

We hope you are well out there and in good spirits. We two are quite well here at home, and you probably have heard more of Edwin than we have here, his last letter spoke of being ‘well but dusty’. But then, we suppose, sending post from where we guess you are is not the easiest undertaking.

Things have been very peaceful here, the church choir is carrying on very well, in spite of everything. I confess to being selfishly glad when James Robbins failed his call-up medical a few weeks ago - on account of the rheumatic fever he had as a baby - at least for now we may retain one reliable baritone voice, especially as we lost many of the younger Altos last year. But those are minor matters, and highly selfish in motivation to boot. Services are still well attended here.

‘The two scamps’ send you their luck and good wishes (if we’re being literal, they ask that you “get lots of Nazi’s” - bloodthirsty young pair, I and your mother only ask that you stay safe).

The wider family all report they are well, your Uncle Iain and Aunt Margaret have had no close shaves, despite being on the South Coast. 

By far the grandest item of news from the family is that Samatha is to be married, on 6th November. Her husband-to-be is an RAF fighter pilot, and also the son of the Detective Inspector she has been driving since she was attached to the Police.

He pauses, quietly re-reads the sentences for a moment, then continues the letter.

You may find this news to come out of the blue, but cannot be as surprised as your Uncle Iain was.  If I am reading his letter correctly,  the first he heard of the young gentleman was when a letter from the young man arrived asking for consent to the marriage. It has later emerged that Samantha has been walking out with him, his duties permitting, since the autumn of 1940. And for not one of us to any the wiser to it in the intervening time. 

He smiles at the letter, 

Oh, well played, Sammy, well done indeed. We always think of you as our ‘little cousin’, myself included in that regard. But - he lets his mind drift back to that last pre-war Summer - you were quite grown up back then, the Lady of the Vicarage with Aunt Margaret’s health as it was, joining the forces won’t have hindered that, probably helped. You’re not a girl in plaits anymore, to be trotted out in Sunday Best. Another memory; ginger plaits and a freckled face as he looked down through gaps in tree branches, to see a much younger Sammy determinedly climbing after him 

His father’s pen has paused, and then continued with blacker ink; You may perhaps be able to imagine your Uncle Iain’s reaction to all of this, Sim. 

Chuckles tickle his throat and wobble his shoulders at that. Dear Uncle Iain, as pastorally and kindly minded as he is, will have been roundly knocked for six by the apparently sudden news, and knocked again when Samantha’s ‘deception’ came to light. He almost feels sorry for his youngest uncle, what little of him isn’t childishly egging Sam on in her little flash of independence, perhaps even defiance 

That said his father’s letter continues, Iain has been a little mollified since actually meeting the young man (Andrew by name) in person. He reports he is a very decent and well-mannered young man, who clearly cares deeply for Samantha. I would also add, and your mother reckons similarly, that the depth of feeling is mutual between them, given she has been keeping Andrew so quiet- and away from ‘familial interference’. We await further news as to the location of the wedding and other particulars. We’re planning to get together a hamper here, as a present. If you get this before early November, send a telegram down to Hastings for congratulations would you?

With our prayers for your safety and health, do write when you can

And much love

Your Father and Mother

Simon consults the date on the letter, mid-October. And right now it’s 3rd November. 

He pauses, At least I think it is 

This poor letter has been wandering across the desert at snails pace -or to be more charitable at Post pace, while they’ve been moving at speed after Rommel’s boys. There might be time to get a telegram in before the wedding, if the telegram operators are nearby, and there isn’t anything of greater priority to go down the line. If not, it will have to go by post as a letter, and then be telegramed,but worth a try at least.

[larkral]

Six Sentence Sunday

I've had a hell of a week, and the idea of like...marketing my fanfiction (!?**!!!??) is currently causing me to fall into a sinkhole of existential angst.

See above, per I have tagged myself because I am bad at socials.

I continue to write my @carryonprompts fest piece about two boys whom you well know as existing in a world where magic comes from the atmosphere and the magical monsters have whimsical names like "worsegers" and "merwolves". Only instead they're in a world where magic is generated from physical effort and emotional suffering, and the magical monsters are horrifically everywhere and do actually eat people (nay, named characters, even).

Nevertheless, she persisted in making dick jokes. (The 'she' here is me)

Simon Snow is trying to kill me.

It’s the only explanation. If the cryptic drop of my family’s care package wasn’t enough (my heart cannot take another bombshell), he’s been literally fondling a wooden dick every time I’ve seen him this week.

I mean, of course I know it’s related to artifice. I’m not an idiot. (Let’s ignore what an idiot I am about him, shall we?) But you just watch the boy you’re lusting over repeatedly fondle a phallic object over the course of multiple days and try not to get hot under the collar. (His fingers, my God.)

Couldn't remember how to do a cut on mobile and chose not to Google it.

Tags for hello and I guess if I'm prompting you to do this that's cool too.

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[wanderingjedihistorian]

Six Sentence Sunday

Since I am doing All Of The Things this month, have a snippet from a Codywan Cupid/Psyche AU I've been working on for Codywan AU Fest!

“I must be true to myself,” he said, “if I am to find my way.”

“Good luck, Obi-Wan,” Longshot whispered.

With those words, he was gone.

That was when Obi-Wan noticed the second part of the gift. Tucked into the outer wrapping of one of the loaves, were two coins. Exactly what he needed to pay passage across the Styx.

[brandileigh2003]

Six sentence Sunday Friday!

Ty @her-smile-forges-galaxies for tag

The way that I about shared the one that's going to be anonymous for remus lupin fest lol.

I'll do the only other that I have currently (trying the whole self control thing 🤣)

“I’ve tried to talk to you about things, Pads. Everything except the war. Don’t you think that it’s taken over too much of our lives already,” Remus shot back. “I feel like I don’t know who you are anymore Moo- Remus,” Sirius said. And oh, did that hurt. Because Remus has given every part of himself to Sirius, telling him about his anger issues, his pain, his childhood, his self doubt, his dreams, his fears, his hopes for the future.

Tagging @lavenderhaze @heartofspells @littleoldrachel and anyone else who wants to play, tag me and I'll read yours ❤️

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog July 2, 2023

So I'm mad at my beta! We were chatting back and forth on Discord originally about my WIP fic I'm writing. Yes, the one were I wrote the first 7 chapters back in 2007 before HPDH was released. Anyway, the fic will have 4 parts, and part 1 is the original. I asked her to beta the older chapters so they would be ready to go. Ummmm, she mentioned the whole premise of the fic, was making her anxious. So I stopped her from doing anymore and said no worries. Betaing should not cause stress. Okay we'll get back to me needing a beta at the end of the blog today.

But this is not why I'm mad at her. No.... she mentioned she's writing for @hd-fan-fair this year and did I take a look at the prompts. I said absolutely not because I always get sucked in. So we chatted some more and she said oh just take a look and tell me which one you would write for if you were participating this year.

You see where this is going don't you... Since my muse is on fire these days. I spotted a prompt and boom, full shorter story popped into my head. The final lines and everything. So, yes, I've joined the fest and I blame my beta! Actually, I love @myaulophobia dearly.

What I'm reading:

Yesterday I said I would be reading the first posted story for @hd-wireless. Um, that will be tonight. Because I was just taking a look at my Tumblr feed when @drarryspecificrecs posted the longest Drarry fics for June. Bam! So I read Tandem (92K) by fast-brother (AO3). Who is also another NEW author. OMG where are they coming from? We are so blessed in Drarry. This story, this story I read until I fell asleep last night and woke up early on this Sunday morning to finish it.

Here's the summary: Harry and Draco meet by accident six years after the war. Harry's an Auror with a drinking problem and Draco's a broke student. Things don't work out well. Six years after that, Draco joins the British Auror Office as a Potioneer.

Here's a little more from me: Draco was sentenced to 15 years probation of No Magic and all vaults and Manor confiscated. Lucius and Narcissa were sentenced to Azkaban. The Ministry was a mess during the trials and the Ministry is still in a mess. Ron is Head Auror (love this!) and Harry is also a mess. Great Auror, but drinks too much, has sex too much, and works to hard to push down those hard to deal with feelings.

The story is written from alternating POV, which is quite nice and helpful in understanding the place where both of them are coming from...not a good place originally. The story starts with the meeting after the first 6 years, which is rough. Then Draco moves on, marries, and makes something of his life as Potioneer in France. However, he has no magic so he's learned to do things for himself instead of relying on others' magic to help him. Draco is hired with insistence of one Ron Weasley to come back and work for the Aurors as their UK DMLE Potioneer. Then sparks start to fly...

This fic has one of the best relationships between Ron and Draco that I've read. Hermione too, but mainly R & D. They all love Harry, but...... And Harry, oh I love this Harry despite his being an arse in so much of it. However, he has his story and his telling of what happened in the Forest is unforgettable. And you, too, will fall back in love with our Harry.

There are so many scenes that are memorable but I'm not going to say anymore. You need to read this fic and give one of our New Drarry authors love.

Tandem on AO3

Rom needs Beta Help!

Let me state up front that I do have an Alpha, the wonderous and amazing @m0srael. What I'm looking for is a strong SPAG beta and if you can spot inconsistencies and/or canon issues, even better. I'm an engineer by trade and cannot tell you the last time I took an English/grammar class. I'm terrible with my commas! As my beta was also my Britpicker... I might need one of those later on.

Here's the link to The Azkaban Letters so you can read all of the pairings and warnings. Yes, it is a Drarry fic but.... The prologue is also available to read. The fic, I think will come in at about 200K. I have 90K written. It's broken down into 4 parts and Part 2 will be the longest.

I'd list more but no need to bore most of you. So if interested take a look at the link and prologue. If that doesn't scare you and are interested, you can DM me here on Tumblr.

Thanks for this personal indulgence!

Rom