I was tagged by @supplanther to reveal my wip folder.
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
...So apparently I can doomscroll binge two series a podcast and a book but not finish a sentence in months ~ hey I don't make the rules for seasonal depression ah ah ah. Ah.
Ehm anyways:
Moonlight (Steven Grand ~ Mook Knight)
Nice Shoes (Villanelle ~ Killing Eve)
Rely (Jeb Magruder ~ Gaslight AU)
You can't say Yes (Miles ~ You Can't Say No)
The Spectacular (Andrew ~ The Crazy Ones)
Make it Personal (John Tyler ~ TMYS)
Hunger (Father Paul ~ Midnight Mass sequel to Thirst )
St. Jude (John Pruitt ~ Midnight Mass)
I'll show you mine (Matthew Kimble ~ naooc)
Black (John Tyler ~ TMYS AU)
Dream Girl Evil (John Tyler ~ TMYS)
The Company Of The Wolf (JT ~ sequel to The Session)
Hat, Cane, Cross (Mr. Kidd ~ Dead For A Dollar)
On The Rocks (Jeb Magruder ~ Gaslit AU)
In Your Hands (Jason ~ The Future)
Wicked Boy (Maynard Spencer ~ Nickel Boys)
The Thing that Mattered Most (RTW3 story inspired by @aherdofbees - Yes I swear I'll finish this)
Tagging @littleredwritingcat @agirlinherhead @pegplunkett @girlwiththenegantattoo @madsmilfelsen and @ebiemidnightlibrarian who haven't been tagged yet and are rocking the fic world 🤘
HANNAH’S “WHO’S HOTTEST?” MALE BOND VILLAINS BRACKET
ROUND 1/5- POLL 3/32
Welcome to my extremely large male Bond villains bracket! I originally intended to use 32 villains/ henchmen, but felt bad that it involved excluding some obscure personal favorites so decided to go insane and spring for 64! There are so many goddamn men who wish James Bond ill will lol.
The match ups on the first round were paired using a random number generator, the following rounds will obviously be paired based on who wins.
One day for each poll only. And you can find all the other polls in my “hannah is talking” and “hannah’s bond bracket” tags
Don’t worry if you don’t know some of the dudes here, I dug up some of the most ass random henchmen to create this, so just follow your heart on who you believe is most attractive.
"That sure is a fancy hat. Very dashing." She runs a finger along the brim and she can see the twitch of his own fingers, a muted attempt to reach out and perhaps snatch it away.
"You know a lot about hats?"
"No sir, but I know someone tryna' look fancy when I see it."
john tyler or martin kidd wip snippet i beg of theeeeeeeeeeeeeee
@madsmilfelsen !!!
Thanks for the ask, beloved!
So since I've already posted little snippets of my two JT fics here and here, I'll give you an snippet from the draft of my Mr. Kidd fic!!!
Here it goes! I hope you like!
The tray was steady in her hands as she started up the stairs. Dolores had already taken care of most of the mess, except for the man passed out in her waiting room, flushed face and shiny bald head, it would be difficult to drag him up the stairs.
The corridors at that hour were still dark, she still hadn't had enough time to light the candlesticks. But stumbling around in the dark became the least of her worries when she heard, reverberating off the hallway walls, the sighs of a couple. Stopping to walk, Alma stiffened her posture. It was common for some guests to end up violating the nocturnal company rule at the inn, but normally they tried to be discreet, but this wasn't it.
She started walking again, her eyes meeting the shaft of light that was seeping through a gap in one of the rooms, no, not one of the rooms, his room. Alma didn't consider herself a prude, but she felt her face heat up as her eyes caught a glimpse of the mirror of the room number seven. The reflection was clear, the bedroom lights all on casting shadows across the face of one of the Saloon girls. The snapping of flesh against flesh, the grunts and loud moans pierced her ears. What she happened to see made her grip the sides of the wooden tray with such force that it almost made it squeak.
He had his white shirt and gray tailored vest open, his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, his sweaty chest exposing muscles taut with exertion, he had a tight grip on the girl's ample hips, a single-handed grip on the back of her neck. Alma gasped as he caught her gaze, fixed on her reflection in the mirror, only a beam of light illuminating her face. The young chambermaid did not realize that she was admiring his voracious countenance, but he did, and he gave her a condescending smirk with that. Dark thick brows drawn together in concentration, lips parted, smeared with whore's rouge, black curls disheveled and damp with sweat sticking to his forehead, falling before his eyes. Kidd held her gaze, the thrusts of his hips becoming harder, his brown orbs so dark that Alma couldn't help but think for a second that he wasn't a man, but a demon.