#wip snip

[faiell]

Wip Snip

oh god so when i got tagged for this i still had on my todo list to post a wip snip from when i got tagged months ago (crying) i am so bad at these

BUT!! HEY!! I AM NOW ARTBLOCKED! and i am trying to destroy it by drawing draco which means i have so many wips to share now, woohoo!

thank you @littlewinnow @kamaela @edieblakewrites @kk1smet (i think u were one of the ppl who tagged me last time idr who else it was LMAO) and @soliblomst for tagging me!!!

and now i will blow my draco load

the first 5 are attemps at draco smoking. the last 1 are two sketches that didn't make it into my angst sticker sheet (which i still haven't posted here. god i am so ass at socmed).

i feel like everyone i know has already done it but just in case, i tag @eleadore @itsphantasmagoria and... @ghostofnoir!!!

[wolfpants]

Thank you for tagging me lovely @houndsinhades! It's been a while since I shared a snippet. It's been a while since I worked on anything non fest related! Here's a little bit from my current WIP.

Harry rolled his jaw and laced his fingers together. He shifted in his chair and finally looked down at the folders. The one closest to him was the file he was most familiar with—labelled, simply, GLASTONBURY LOVE CULT. He knew it because he’d seen it passed around the office more times than he could count in the past month. It was like a fucked up game of pass the parcel: no one wanted it. No one wanted to deal with a mental Muggle commune out in the sticks, playing with sex and dark magic. Not when there was Quidditch World Cup security up for grabs in Dubai. Not when there was a bootleg Veritaserum ring to chase in the French Riviera, all expenses paid.

Harry picked up the folder and set it aside with a sigh. The next one was a pack of new notes from Penny, the department’s researcher. Fine. Helpful. Whatever.

The one under that was a folder labelled with a name that made the hairs on Harry’s arms stand on end.

Draco Malfoy.

“Of course he’s involved,” he said darkly.

“He’s not involved, you idiot,” Robards said tiredly, verging on angrily. “He’s your partner.”

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Tagging @citrusses @toomuchplor @skeptiquewrites @littlewinnow @getawayfox @tackytigerfic @magpiefngrl @maesterchill @hoko-onchi-writes snips or sketches!! ❤️😌

[phoebe-delia]

Last Line Monday

I was tagged by both of these incredible writers, @getawayfox and @graymatters, in a little wip snip game! (Read El's snip here and Gray's here.) Thank you both!

This was one of several different drafts I had for the microfic prompt "18" by One Direction. I think (hope) this will turn into something else, but idk what yet. So here's some pining auror partners!

Also I'm tagging: @schmem14, @peachpety, and @phdmama and anyone else who wants to post what they've got!

When Harry thinks back, he guesses it probably started at a pub night. Draco must've laughed at one of his jokes and made Harry think, How can I get him to do that again?

Was it when Harry mentioned he hadn't eaten breakfast? Draco left the office without a word and brought him a breakfast sandwich and a coffee from the cafe down the street because, "Ministry pastries are shit." And then, if looks could kill, Draco's glare when Harry offered to pay him back would've done what Voldemort's two Avadas couldn't.

Or perhaps it was before; on their fourth mission as auror partners when Draco took a nasty hex meant for Harry. When Draco was under a magical coma, and Harry was sick with worry and guilt and a lot of regret that he hadn't yet had the courage to call Draco a friend to his face.

[thesixthplaneteer]

Got like three writing projects going on right now and loving it. Now that I got some medical stuff situated, i have the energy and state of kind to write more.

Anyways, heres a little snip from my personal project I got going. Noa and Godwynn enjoy a moonlit stroll through the forest!

Every snag of her flowing dress ripped free was a moment he came closer. Every obstacle his mount refused to traverse was a moment she was ahead. The space between them couldn’t be measured in distance. It didn't matter how many feet or yards or meters he was behind her. It would only be moments before he caught her. Moments had to be saved and spent as she ran, but even so, she felt free. She was free from her normal shackles and ran recklessly and wild, her thick hair tangling in limbs and branches. Cuts along her legs, arms, and face from the thorny brush wept with blood. Still, she ran with no regard to anything in the world but the rider. 

Art by the lovely, amazing, and talented @crownedinmarigolds

[thirdeyeblue]

⇩ Some NSFW-ish TentooRose art below the cut ⇩

(Or a married TenRose, if you’d rather)

[smehur]

Wip Snip

many thanks to @tackytigerfic for the inclusive note they made on their wip snip, which i took as a prompt to post my own!

tagging @thusspoketrish, @soliblomst, @s0lifuge, @poljupci, @wizgays 🥰

Draco shook his head. What a disgrace, Father’s voice hissed in his ear. As if it weren’t bad enough that you’re pining for a boy. Did it have to be this one?

Draco wholeheartedly agreed. It was bad. It was so bad, he couldn’t imagine it being any worse. The unwanted, unwelcome attraction threatened to rip him asunder. Wild urges coursed through his body all day, every day, morphing from lust to rage to longing to horror like a boggart in a crowd.

It had started on the train, where he seized an unprecedented opportunity to stare at Potter, unobserved and uninterrupted, for fully three minutes as they left the King’s Cross station. Which was more than long enough to count the inches Potter had gained over the summer, and get hypnotized by the bobbing of the sharp new bulge in Potter’s throat while he drained an entire water bottle in one go, and to twitch uncomfortably at the action of Potter’s newly muscled arms, nude in his sleeveless Muggle shirt, while he heaved the cages on top of the overhead shelves. Long enough to map the new angles of his face, strange in its familiarity, mark a new nook between the ear and the jaw, the beginnings of a new dip in the chin, the sharpened cut of the eyebrows. Long enough to feel a stab of desperate envy when someone else made Potter laugh. Long enough for Potter to finally look his way and wound him with that reckless green gaze. And if Draco imagined that something had fractured in Potter’s features too, if only for that single moment, so be it. A fantasy to soothe the ache.

-- from a darkish Hogwarts 4th year WIP where Draco obsesses over Harry and eventually gets a bit more friction than he bargained for

[crookedfivefingers]

got another tenmartha WIP going, because why not

[its-the-allure]

Last line WIP Snip

Thanks for the tags this time around @noctilucous, @faiell and @the-forbidden-forest. I enjoyed reading yours @slightweasel, @citrusses, @desertforestfic, @yiiiiiiiikes25 and a bunch of people I likely forgot.

Here’s a wee snip from my latest WIP, a one-shot follow-up to Come As You Are:

They ate in comfortable silence. Soon Draco had drained the last of his tea and summoned his pack of cigarettes. As the scent of cloves filled the room, Harry grinned.

“What?” Draco asked, blowing out a plume of smoke.

“I’ve just been wondering. What they taste like.”

“You’re welcome to try one,” Draco offered, gesturing with his lit cigarette.

“No thanks. I actually was wondering about something else.” Harry stepped closer to Draco, into his space.

Raising one pale eyebrow, Draco abandoned the cigarette into his empty teacup. “Oh really?”

No pressure tag to anyone who sees this and wants to share! But okay I’ll be un-shy and tag a few peeps! @kamaela @tessacrowley @thusspoketrish @toomuchplor @bewarethesmirk @moonflower-rose @dodgerkedavra @newskyillusion @tripably @edieblakee @lqtraintracks Please tag me, I want to read them all!

[citrusses]

last line friday

@tackytigerfic was very rude and ruined my entire day by posting an omegaverse dronarry snippet that overheated my computer and brain (run, don't walk). I have very little to offer in the way of writing right now, here is something from my abandoned dronarry that may see the light of day... at some point...

Well, fuck him. He doesn’t know Harry half as well as he thinks he does. Fancying Malfoy, as if. Like he’s jealous that Ron’s gone and had a mental breakdown? Not bloody likely. If he’s jealous of Ron it's for normal reasons. For example: Ron has a fucking family that loves him, and he’s very tall, and he’s really grown into his jaw, and he has a horse-sized cock, which is the kind of information you just know about the person you shared a bedroom with for seven years.  

tagging everyone tacky tagged + @lemonlimelea @ghaniblue @beloved-child-of-the-house @garagepaperback @twnkwlf-writes @mintawasalreadytaken @jtimu

[oflights]

wip snip 8.1

thank you for the tag, @buhloodweeeave! your snip looks like so much fun!

my current wip is a fic called Travelling Together (based on that w.s. merwin poem, yes, i am who i am). the premise is this:

After the tadpoles are gone and everyone goes their separate ways, Astarion and Gale realize they can still hear each other’s thoughts. Probably because they’re soulmates.

and here's a snippet!

“Astarion?” Gale gasps out loud. “When did you learn Sending? I thought you lost the sending stone I gave you! Did you find—wait. I’m not Sending, but you’ve been responding to me; how is that possible? Did you discover a new kind of stone? A more advanced working of the spell? You must tell me all about it—” Gale! Astarion shouts in his head. Somehow just the sound of his name in Astarion’s distinct voice, angry as it is, sets Gale’s heart fluttering slightly, which is quite pathetic and embarrassing, actually. Ugh, stop—you’re thinking far too fast and too much, I can’t make heads or tails of it. Slow down, will you? Just—think. Quietly, slowly. “That’s not exactly my strong suit,” Gale says, and Astarion immediately counters you don’t have to talk. Just think. As if you’re Sending. “But I’m not Sending,” Gale says, and then he flinches because he feels like someone has just smacked an open palm over his face. He stares down at his hands, which haven’t moved, and looks around his kitchen again. It’s still empty, if warm and cozy, the morning sun dappled on his honey-colored floorboards and baskets of fruits and grains hanging from various hooks, humming with spells to stay fresh. There’s the wall of shelved preserves and drawers of ingredients, everything in its right place. A fire crackles in the hearth, ready to cook his breakfast, and a few birds land periodically on his windowsill, twittering merrily as if they know that Tara’s not about. But for those birds, it’s just Gale here, alone in his kitchen.      Did you feel that? Astarion asks in his head. Gale narrows his eyes at—at nothing. His still empty kitchen. He’s beginning to wonder if he might still be rather drunk. What about this? Invisible fingers pinch at Gale’s left nipple, sharp and sudden, with a familiar twist—“Ouch!” Gale yelps, clutching his hand over his chest. “That was—how did you—that was entirely inappropriate given the current state of our relationship—or lack thereof—” Gale Astarion cuts in mentally, even managing a long, mental sigh. Stop talking. You’re giving me a bloody headache. I woke up with a headache Gale thinks forcefully, lips pressed together in consternation. Did you give that to me? From your waking musings, I believe the headache is from the alcohol last night, you lightweight Astarion tells him. Gale feels his face go hot. So you heard—I mean, you can hear— I can hear your thoughts, darling; at least the ones that make sense. Some of them are too fast for me, especially when you’re talking—and gods, that makes so much sense. As his knees suddenly go a bit wobbly, Gale sits down hard in the nearest kitchen chair and stares despairingly, still at nothing. I don’t understand he thinks pointedly, beyond caring about the admission. He doesn’t even mind Astarion’s answering jab. Well, that must be a first.

tagging @ashamedbliss @junietuesday @hausofthestars @shallanigans and @koalamatcha to share snippets (with zero pressure!!)

[cosmmicdancer]

WIP SNIPPET ✂️✂️✂️

thank u for the tag @300foxholecourtt ive been terrible at doing any actual writing this week so here's something i wrote a while ago that im excited to work on this weekend 💖💖

ive popped it below the cut because its nsfw adjacent and i don't want to jumpscare anyone on the dash!

np tagging: @chickenbyday @yourinsomnea @millportisntreal @kiwiaok @fxreflyes

Jeremy couldn’t supress his shiver as the cool air of the air-conditioning unit settled over his exposed skin which prickled with goose bumps, his nipples aching from the frigid air. The cool smooth leather straps were a soft caress as he lay there in the dark, eyes unseeing from where Kevin had turned off the lights as he left the room. He fidgeted again, cautious not to move too much. Despite the darkness and the fact he was alone, a small voice in the back of his mind warned him that Kevin would know, wherever he was, if he disobeyed his orders to stay still.

He had no idea how long Kevin had been gone. It could have been hours. Or most likely it had only been about twenty minutes. The temperature and the lights were a clever little trick to keep Jeremy uncomfortably aware of his own body, as he continued to shiver and squint into the blackness.

[veronae-buddie]

Upcoming: Novelember Buddie fics

During November, I completed 5 buddie fics - one an existing work, and 4 that were started and finished during November. I will be sharing them throughout December.

Here's what you have to look forward to!

(working titles only)

Body Shots

Fluff, est. Buddie, 1.7k

Pulling Eddie’s hand to his lips, Buck dropped a kiss to each of his knuckles, then released him and reached for the bottle. But he hesitated after peeling off the foil and twisting the cork out. He gestured to the glasses. “What are these?”  Eddie gave him a quizzical look. “Tequila glasses.” Squinting, Buck said, “But we have shot glasses.” “Dios mío, no,” Eddie said, his eyes widening. “Buck, this is good stuff. It deserves to be savoured.” Slowly, Buck pouted and levelled him with sad, puppyish eyes. “But … shots?”

Baking Sheningans

Fluff (mostly), getting together, 3.4k

Eyes widening, Buck stopped moving after him. “What are you doing?” he muttered.  “Enjoying myself,” Eddie smiled. He hooked his finger into the batter again, raised it to his lips—  Buck’s hand snapped tight around his wrist. “Don’t do that.” “Buck, come on, it’s honestly delicious,” Eddie said. “No, I mean, don’t … suck on your fingers like that.”

Mirror

Flufffff, est. Buddie, 1k

“But you look so adorable when you sleep,” Eddie said, letting his head fall to the side, silently pleading for more kisses.  “Mm,” Buck hummed. “Watching me, were you? That’s a little pervy.” Eddie laughed. “It’s absolutely nothing of the sort,” he objected. Then he turned, swivelling within Buck’s grip, and pressed one palm to his stubbly cheek. Kissing him soundly, he drew back and whispered, “You dribble.”

Bringing Chris Home

Gen, getting together, 10k

Buck was restless. Kicking about, he tossed from side to side, tugging at the blankets every time he shifted. “Buck,” Eddie groaned in a raspy sleep voice. “I love you, but if you don’t stop moving I will end you.” Going rigid, Buck turned his face towards Eddie. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I thought you were asleep.” “You’re making the bed feel like a ship at sea, there is no human on earth who could sleep through that.”

Pre-Poker Date

Fluff, getting together, 2.2k

“I’m taking you out.” Frowning at his phone screen, Buck mumbled, “Uhh … okay. That seems a bit extreme.” “What are you talking about?”  “What are you talking about?” “Poker game,” Eddie said abruptly. “I know a place.”

I'm excited to be able to share some fics again! I hope you will enjoy! 💙💙💙

Taglist:

@shortsighted-owl @disasterbuck @serensational @blue-winged-boy @emotionallyencumbered

@gnoeltop @inell @verdimundi @darkrose6578 @littleblackraincloudofcourse

@deliriousbean @idealuk @oldfangirl81 @ronordmann @shealwaysreads

@queenofthesydrianites @marvelgirl9326 @graendoll @sofa-king-lame

[thesixthplaneteer]

In observance of Werewolf Wednesday, here is a wipsnip of my personal project that involves a werewolf. This is basically the first draft as I haven't gone back to edit this section and was like, "give it to them raw!" Idk felt appropriate for the day 😘

He didn’t move with supernatural speed, he moved in smooth practiced motions. His precognition guided him even as the werewolf was on him. The large silvered claw of the wolf was mid swing when he met the arm of the beast with the tip of the sword. He moved his hand from the strong to the guard, using it to gain more leverage as he twisted and dragged the tip of the sword along the length of its arm and across its chest. The hide of the wolf was strong, giving heavy resistance to the sword despite it being enchanted but it cut through still. The blood of the wolf being drank by the steel.     

Fuck it, couldn't decide which part I wanted to post so below the break is a spicy bit if you wat to peek. Once again, first draft so please don't judge too hard ❤️

He pulled away from the beast, loomed over her, red eyes burning hot in her own. Forcing his index and middle finger into her mouth he pried open her jaw, although she offered little resistance. The blood streamed down from his mouth into hers. It burnt going down her throat and into her stomach, but sated her fully despite being barely a mouthful. She felt heat flood her body, a raging fire spreading through her. She felt hot, unnaturally and unbearably so. She ripped the little bit of dress she still had on open, trying to expose as much skin to the cool night air as possible. A feverish delirium settled over her mind as she writhed under him. The feeling of his cold lips on her neck sent a shock through her. His lips on her chest extinguished the flames where they touched, but the flames reignited as he removed his lips. Across her stomach and over her pelvis he kissed her burning skin with icy lips, watching her jolt at each touch. He kissed her through her lacy underwear once, then grabbed them and ripped them free from her.

[kk1smet]

Monday Snippet

It’s Thursday here, woops. Tagged by @basiatlu, @valoale, and @littlewinnow, who gave us glimpses of so many goodies with their distinctive art!!

I’m sharing these two wips which are part of something. No pressure tag to @artmistersealy @itsphantasmagoria @soliblomst @gotoemopunk and @faiell whose works I also admire greatly, and to anyone who wants to join in. ♥︎

[smehur]

Last line game!

where you post the last line you wrote

unlike everyone else, who cheated just a little, i'm cheating massively and posting a wholeass conversation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Draco opens his bag. “Take this,” he says, handing Potter a tiny vial. “What is it?” “A mild sedative.” For a moment, it looks like Potter might argue, but he’s too tired to put up a fight and accepts the vial with a sigh. As he swallows it down, Draco fishes another one, identical, from the bag. He answers Potter’s quizzical look by downing it himself. “Oh,” Potter says. It takes the potion less than a minute to take effect. Hugely relieved to be in control of his faculties again, Draco rummages the pockets of his bag till he catches a pair of chocolate bars. “Here,” he says. “Eat this while I go tell your friends you aren’t dying.” “They’re your friends too,” Potter points out. “Oh, shut up.”

tagging anyone who wants to play (srsly just do it and tag me) plus @s0lifuge @arcanumancy @phoebe-delia @ghostofnoir @the-invisibility-bloke @dryrsheet @sorrybutblog @thehoneybeet

[ghaniblue]

last line friday

thanks @citrusses for tagging me and for Ron's horse-sized cock. I don't have any Potter fic to share right now because Jayvik happened. This is from my alternate timeline WIP where Jayce got exiled to the undercity.

Viktor eyes him up and down, shrugs. "Eh, it couldn't do any more damage. Let's go."

"What're you talking about? Go where?"

Viktor purses his mouth. "You were propositioning me, no?"

tagging @graymatters @sleepstxtic @faiell @hoko-onchi-writes @its-the-allure @arminaa8