#unpublished drafts

[system-of-a-feather]

(PUBLISHING OLD DRAFTS THAT ARE GOOD / INTERESTING; This was written in January 2023)

Good tip before giving a fuck about something on the internet, genuinely ask "why does this matter for any practical reason outside of internet approval and discourse" and "when has this actually come up as an issue in a space that wasnt online"

[lilyoffandoms]

Xiomara (aka Elena Klein)

Event Tags: @choicesmcappreciationweek (Day Three: Iconic Celebrities) & since I’ve not submitted anything to @choicesficwriterscreations in a while consider this my AotW submission.

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

[spencer0o7]

i wanna write but school is beating my ass rn

[arihi]

All my drafts are the beginnings of a date night write up that I keep not finishing!! Or hot takes. The lesson I am taking away from this is to write shorter snippets, maybe multiple about a single instance if I feel like I need to talk more about it.

[lynnearlington]

you talked about writing a story to get to a specific scene in another ask. It got me wondering what inspires you, like what usually makes a scene pop in your head… songs or other forms of media, or maybe just the back and forth of collaborative work of creating with cassie

is there something that just consistently serves as impetus for writing?

It helps that Cassie and I are just too-often reacting to things like "ooooo that'd be a fun AU idea" which is essentially how STN got written. I've said before it was quite literally at a Lynx playoff game in the Barn that we turned to each other and said "supercorp au?" and we had the basic premise of it collectively outlined by halftime.

Music always helps me with the vibes and has definitely inspired a scene a fair few times. Cassie also runs all the playlists and is constantly sending me songs that work for the AUs.

The short answer is probably *borat voice* my wife.

[oswaldthatendswald]

I could've SWORN id written a daemon au. Did I not do that??? Did I just think about it so hard I thought I did it???????

[outeremissary]

*jolting upright in a cold sweat* I could make a RT companion quiz

[juyeoz]

this number will forever haunt me.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

Ah! My babies! Thank you so much for encouraging me to love on my stories. Technically, I'm pretty sure I only have 5 "real" fics/series in my masterlist, so I guess I'll recommend the parts of each that are my personal favorites.

Slasher Handler - Honestly Part 5.5 has a special place in my heart. It's the only part, so far, from Simon's POV and I loved playing with the expanded view of the situation. Autumn Embers - The third installment, Oakmoss, really felt like a great exploration of character. The Work Introductions chapter was really fun, but I feel like Oakmoss does a lot to establish the world. Honorable mention for THE CAKE, for obvious reasons.

Really Good Neighbors - The part that's published, I guess! But I'd say specifically, I like where the reader spins in a circle trying to figure out what to do first. Transferrable Skills - The art that @mi-i-zori made for Part 2 automatically makes part 2 my favorite part. But I also like part 2 for the communication protocol between Simon and Bambi. GhostGaz Week - How do I choose? I love all of these stories so much. I think I'll go with Friendly Competition // Honest Mistake because I like the energy between the two of them. I love Simon being so confident and then having to be coaxed closer.

[tenrousei-kuroi]

Needed: another emily dickinson quote to be sacrificed as pretention chapter title

“Can I help you, Harry?”

Harry jumped slightly and his face reddened. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring quite so imploringly at his old professor.

“No, I—well...actually. Yes, I suppose you can. That is, if you have time to answer a few quick questions?”

Lupin raised an eyebrow and set down his wineglass. “Depends on what the questions are, I suppose. But I’ve nothing I need to be doing right now, so ask away.”

Harry took a moment to compose himself. He’d honestly not been expecting to initiate an actual conversation and if he was being truthful with himself, a part of him still sort of hoped Lupin would back out. But as the man was staring at him now with genuine interest, Harry had no choice but to go ahead with it.

“It’s about Sirius, actually...and Regulus. And actually you a little bit, too, I suppose,” Harry admitted. Lupin cocked his head to the side.

“I see,” he said. “If you’re wondering about the inner workings of Sirius and his brother’s–for lack of a better word—relationship, then you might have much better luck prying Regulus for information. From what I understand, the two of you have been getting along quite well.”

“I don’t think Reg could really answer my question,” Harry said evasively. “And besides, he’s...busy.”

Lupin looked up from the dinner table and cast his gaze down the hall, where Sirius and Regulus’s brawling shadows were entangled. Sirius and Lupin had returned to Grimmauld Place at last sometime in early December and Harry had arrived soon after in anticipation of the Christmas holidays. Ron was at his family’s home but Hermione would be joining Harry at Grimmauld the next week. For the time being, Harry was alone in his godfather’s house with only Lupin and the two Black brothers for company. It was a situation that reminded him vaguely of the summer when Sirius had brewed his magic potion and reclaimed Regulus.

That’s what had gotten Harry wondering.

“I’ve been thinking lately,” Harry said softly. “Just about...before. You know? Before Sirius did...this.”

Lupin remained quiet.

“Are you regretting Sirius’s decision?” he asked some time later.

“No!” exclaimed Harry immediately. Almost indignantly he stood up and cleared the dinner plates from the table, setting them noisily in the sink. “That’s not it at all.”

“I hadn’t thought so,” Lupin admitted. “Certainly you aren’t worried that Sirius has regretted his choice? I know he can be quite....animated at times.”

Something crashed in the parlor and Sirius’s livid voice could be heard chasing Regulus down the hall. (“God dammit, Regulus. Set that down and come back here. I’m not done talking to you!”).

“No, that’s not it, either.” Harry took a deep breath and plunged in headfirst. “I was wondering if you’d tell me about the night that you went to get him.”

Lupin leaned back in his chair, a move that flickered much of his face out of the reach of the fire and into semi-darkness. “You mean the night Sirius and I retrieved Regulus’s body from that cave...”

“Yes,” said Harry.

“I’m not sure if that’s my story to tell,” Lupin admitted.

“Of course it is, you were there, same as Sirius.”

“Yes but it took a toll on Sirius, Harry. In a way that it didn’t on me. I didn’t have to—...but Sirius did and I don’t think he’d want me telling your about it without him.”

“Come on, you know I’ll never get a word out of Sirius. He’s too bull-headed.”

“Why do you want to know so badly, anyway? That was almost two years ago, and what’s done is done.” Lupin stood up and looked like he wanted to join Sirius and Regulus in the next room. Harry took it as a signal that the man did not wish to continue their conversation. However in spite of his earlier nerves, Harry was now finding that he wanted the answer he had asked for. He was no longer so keen for Lupin to drop the subject.

“I worry about them a lot. I think they talk past each other. I think it could be good for Regulus to know in better detail just what Sirius went through to get him back.”

Lupin folded his arms. “And you think it’s your place to tell him any of that? Shouldn’t it be Sirius?”

“Sirius will never bring it up and you know that.”

“If Regulus really wants to know, he’ll ask,” Lupin argued, but he and Harry both knew it was a lie.

“I never said he wanted to know,” said Harry. “I said he needed to know. And he does. Please, Professor. On top of everything else I’m just curious. I’m the one who told you both where to find him and I didn’t even get to go along. I figure you owe me at least a modest recap.”

“You’ve become awfully demanding since you turned sixteen,” Lupin said with mild annoyance. “Time was I could brush you off when you started prying like this.”

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Just because your thirteen year-old self's writing is embarrassing doesn't mean it doesn't still occupy a special place in your deranged heart.

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Mayncient Day 25: Ruin

Hades, Please know that I do this because I love and care about you. If you change your mind you know where you can find us. I’m sorry. Anthea “Hades….and Anthea….,” I choke out, flipping the page over with a false hope that there would be more to the story, “What happened between you two?”

-"The Missives"

Companion to Day 9: Family

[comma-souptra]

My twin brother and my girlfriend are coming up with malevolent aus despite having never listened to the show, their only knowledge coming from our chatting

[splicejunction]

i think the problem with where i'm at writing extraction point is for the purposes of the story i'm trying to tell i have to like evoke sadness and misery etc due to the character who kinda wants to kill himself all the time and the journey etc but i cant stop thinking about what rap albums they were listening to and whether shatterstar would be like Julio We HAVE To Go To New York City. We Have To Seek Out The GZA The RZA Ol Dirty Bastard The Method Man RaeKwon The Chef U God Masta Killa. Sixty Second Assassins... well I could probably do it in Thirty or Less But I'd Like To See What They Are Capable Of

[merlinfromberlin]

Go, I‘m so done with sleep. I just dreamed that my highschool/university burned down (no one died, we actually worked together to save everyone), but after saving everyone my brain revealed to me that I forgot to take my laptop outdoors which is the only place I had the newly finished chapter of a fic saved. Like. Ftsfthjhc. What did I do to my own brain?

Also, on a funnier note. My teacher literally peaced out as soon as the fire started. He was like „and that‘s why you don‘t trust the teacher“ and ran off. XD

[fisheito]

If you ever feel insecure about your yapping just know that I binged your entire account for the past few hours and I was hooked. Like your account to me is what cocomelon is to toddlers you have no idea how happy you make my overly stressed student heart 😔❤ (Anon because I have anxiety (for now))

??!?!? i have enough stuff on here to entertain you for HOURS??

....huh. guess i've amassed quite a hoard. porntime surely does fly....swim.move fast

[betweenthings2]

Sometimes I realize that you guys can’t see my drafts or my queued posts and I am so sad for you. There are so many great things in my drafts.