#sneak peek into the wonderful world of my wips

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As the werewolf stands in Thornhill’s old room, she recites the incantations aloud whilst keeping the time she intends to travel to focused in her head, Six months, no later and no earlier. As Enid finishes, the runes on the floor disappear and she feels a bit of disappointment before the room, no, the entire house is engulfed in a blinding white light and Enid is thrown across the room, though knocked out before she even lands.

When Enid awakes, it’s not in her dorm mother’s dusty old room, instead, she’s buried underneath the mountain that is all her blankets and stuffed animals, and instead of cold hardwood floors, she’s sinking softly into the fluffy mattress beneath her. Her senses aren’t all quite intact and the world feels muffled around her, as if there’s a layer of fuzz around her body, keeping her separate from everything else. She swears she can hear someone walking around behind her, can just barely recognize the sensation of a hand on her shoulder through multiple layers of blankets and sheets.

Okie, so I'm not gonna lie... I've been busting my ass on writing absolutely nothing on any of the THREE wips I have going currently. There are two one-shots and one multi-chap that I don't even have a full first chapter done yet lol

The little sneak-peek above is from one of the one-shots that I'm actually taking a tiny break from to post this simply because I can't help myself lmaooooo

Anyway, this one-shot,,, isn't actually my idea. It's a half-inspiration piece/half-gifted work that is pulled from the brilliant mind of @streaminn and their wonderful ducks. Their AUs are just so much fun and honestly, they've been helping me cope with having half of my house being cordoned off with giant walls of plastic due to construction,,,,,, my life is a mess lol

Anyway, this here is just a tiny little preview so that I can get some good ol' dopamine and hopefully kick my brain back into hyperfixation mode lol. I have absolutely no idea when it's gonna be done, if it'll ever get done in the first place but I'm working at it lol.

I just want to make it very clear. This whole AU is not my idea and most of what's written is just my retelling of what's already been discussed on Stream's blog. Please, please give some love to the people who deserve it, all I'm doing is satisfying my itchy brainrot! Okie? OKIE!!

#wenclair #fanfic #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #au things #streaminn #fanfic preview

[crazyunsexycool]

Hey Val, how are you doing?

I was just wondering if you would be able to give us a little taster of anything you've written but not yet posted? I'm almost done binging all your writing 😢😢

🩷🩷🩷🩷

First of all, thank you for your support!!

Here is what I’ll do, I’ll post a few sneak peeks of Wips for either chapters or one shots I’m writing!

My Little Love:

“What do you say, Henry, should you have matching braids like your sister?” You joke as you comb through his hair.

“Mama.” He giggles. “No. I want my hair down.”

“Oh, ok. If you change your mind though, I can totally braid it.”

He laughs but pulls away while Lottie begs him to get braids.

“We’ll get him next time, sweet Angel.”

“Next time, mama.”

“Alright, time for shoes.”

You grab Lottie and head toward her room when you bump into Bucky who was dressed and ready to go.

“What is this about braiding Henry’s hair?” He was already giving you a suspicious look but the corners of his mouth were upturned.

“You next dada.”

Life, love and dancing with death

Civil War!Bucky Barnes x reader

A few hours later, in the middle of the night while you’re watching the world pass by your window you hear screaming. It’s muffled but you hear it. It dawns on you that it’s from the apartment below yours. Bucky was in trouble. Or so you thought, so you rush down stairs and knock on his door until it swings open. The sight before you is devastating. Bucky’s eyes were wide and distant, like he was lost in his memories. Sweat kept some of his hair clinging to his forehead and overall he looked terrified.

“James?” You called softly. “Is everything ok?”

He shook his head, eyes filled with unshed tears.

“What can I do?”

“Can- can I f-feel you?” He stuttered through the question.

“I’m here.” You reached your hand out and he took it before pulling you into his apartment.

Bucky doesn’t just hold you, no he clings to you. Desperate to wake up from his nightmares, to realize that he isn’t strapped to that chair anymore. You don’t know any of that of course and he isn’t going to tell you either. Instead he does something he hasn’t done in 70 years.

He kisses a pretty girl.

This is how it feels

Modern Prince!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

It was like breathing for the first time. Like seeing color in its true vibrant form. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, disgraced Prince, came to life the moment he saw you across the ballroom.

Ethereal and the picture of grace. A beauty beyond compare. As all royals there was an air of sadness that you masked poorly but no one seemed to notice or care. But Ransom saw it, he felt it in his soul. He had learned a long time ago that no one cared, especially when you screwed up and tore the family’s reputation to shreds.

If no one cared why should he? That was a lesson Ransom took to heart. It’s how he became the black sheep of the royal family and was practically a pariah. He was tolerated because his grandfather was King. He used his status as Prince to bed any woman he chose including the wives of foreign noblemen. At one point a war was almost started and even then Ransom didn’t seem to care.

Ransom watched as you were paraded around the ballroom by different eligible bachelors. It was clear that your father was using you as a bargaining chip and you knew it.

Love in times of war part 2

“I knew it was a bad idea to let her go out so soon.” Steve’s voice reached you but it was so hard to open your eyes.

“Too soon? Steve, she's been here for two months. You can’t keep her locked up.”

That was Bucky. They were having a whispered argument.

“It’s not about keeping her locked up. It’s about keeping her safe. She’s still the only person that knows the formula for the serum. Every agency and country in the world is going to come after her.”

“Steve?” You asked. Everything was blurry, all you could make out was shapes moving around and that caused you to panic. “Steve?”

“I’m right here. It’s ok.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know, it’s a side effect from the smoke grenades and the hit you took but it will clear up.” He reassured you while taking your hand. You breathed a sigh of relief at having him close.

“What happened?”

Oh Baby (might turn this into a 2part or mini series)

Single dad! Bucky x Single mom!Reader

Flustered, unsure and overwhelmed did not begin to cover the emotions Bucky was feeling as he walked into the room full of moms. A newborn strapped into the stroller and a backpack full of supplies strapped to his back. His long hair was pulled into a messy bun which allowed everyone to see how exhausted he looked.

“May I help you?” The instructor asked as she got closer to him.

“This is the class for parents with newborns, right?”

“Yes it is. Is your wife or girlfriend joining us?” The smile the instructor had plastered on her face was fake.

“No. I saw online that anyone could join. I have a newborn and I don’t really know what I’m doing. Thought I could give the class a try.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he looked around the room.

Almost everyone had a look of disapproval on their face which only served to make Bucky feel worse. He was out of his depth having to care for a newborn.

“Well it says that but this is really a mommy and me class.”

“Well the ad said anyone can join so where can I sit?” Bucky said with more confidence.

The instructor gave an exasperated sigh and opened her mouth to ask him to leave.

“There’s a free spot here.”

#you’ve got mail 💌 #val answers #sneak peek #Bucky x reader #Steve rogers x reader

[still-with-koo]

i like to write stories. shh, they’re all made up ♡

3:23am with Namjoon ♡☹ s2l

your friend is in the hospital and it’s been rough on you. nurse namjoon just wants to see you smile.

forever rain ♡☹ s2l (currently a wip)

life has never been easy but these last few years have taken their toll on you, body & soul. just when you are about to give up on everything, a stranger shows you there’s more to life than just the rain.

just neighbours ♡☹⤖ s2l & ex2l

You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

heaven to myself ♡☹ e2l (currently a wip - sneak peek)

after a near fatal battles erases all your memories, the only one who knows who you are is the man who put you in the hospital in the first place: your arch nemesis, kim seokjin. and he hasn’t won yet.

just neighbours ♡☹⤖ s2l & ex2l

You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

2:31am with Yoongi ♡☹ f2l

you’re in love with your friend. but he’s moving to another country. is it too late?

basketball star ♡ e2l (will be reposting this)

when yoongi walks onto the basketball court, points are not the only thing he’s stealing.

we go down together ☹ e2l

what i saw in my head while listening to ‘we go down together’ by dove cameron & khalid.

dance with me ♡☹ f2l

you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is the start, or the end, of something beautiful?

mission: park jimin ♡☹⤖ e2l & f2l

you’ve been tailing Park Jimin for the past six months, determined to finally capture the multi-million dollar jewel thief. but he catches you instead, forcing a first meeting that leaves you gasping for air.

new year’s kiss ♡☹ e2l

your best friend persuades you to go to a new year’s eve party with her. and to your chagrin, he’s there. your best friend’s brother. can you get through the night without making things awkward?

champagne problems ☹ er

you turn down taehyung’s very public marriage proposal. inspired by champagne problems by taylor swift.

fairy lights ♡ er

you and your boyfriend (ok, mostly him) put up fairy lights in your apartment. it leads to soft kisses and a slow dance.

hot chocolate ♡☹ f2l

you want to find someone for your best friend. but what if the one he wants is you?

la douleur exquise ♡☹ f2l

when your best friend’s brother suddenly shows up at your door, you are shocked at the words that fall from his pretty mouth. he leaves you flustered and grasping for the thin line between right and wrong.

t-shirt ♡☹ f2l

you wake up in your friend’s bed after spending last night partying at his sister’s wedding as his fake girlfriend.

stay ♡☹ f2l

when a creepy stranger follows you to your new job, your best friend jungkook makes sure he never does it again. but now he’s hurt and you’re determined to tend to his wounds, no matter how awkward if feels.

the campaign ♡☹ s2l

in a dystopian world much like the hunger games, you decide to join a treacherous tournament to pull your family out of poverty, thinking the horror stories are made up. but it turns out monsters are real and they aren’t hiding under your bed.

home ♡☹ er

you’ve been having a rough time and you really miss your long distance boyfriend but he hasn’t called or messaged you all day. you start to wonder if the spark is gone.

love you so bad ♡☹⟳ e2l (reposting this & this)

jungkook knew he got under your skin and he loved it. you may be a princess and he may be your royal guard, but that never stopped him from pushing your buttons. when your uncle orders you to marry a stranger, making escape your only option, jungkook becomes the unlikeliest of allies. can you trust him?

⋆*･hope you enjoy!⋆*･ﾟ

#masterlist #lilo fics

[cuffmeinblack]

Lost and Found (WIP)

Sneak peek for my Garrinis one shot fic for next Wednesday's WW prompt, AU!

"Garreth…Garreth, you're staring again," Cora's voice came from behind him. "Wha- oh, shit!" Garreth's attention returned to the drink he was making, or rather making a mess of. That was one coffee he'd have to start again, much to the chagrin of both the customer and his supervisor. "Garreth," Cora sighed. "You can't spend all day staring at him." He nodded and muttered an apology, giving the customer a friendly smile as he picked up a fresh mug, but she was too distracted herself to notice. It had been three times in as many weeks that his eyes had wandered away from his job, and instead of his world-class coffee, he'd produced a syrupy, foamy mess all over his apron. Somewhat a fitting conclusion, considering the source of his disturbance and the absolutely lewd daydreams he'd been having. Garreth couldn't take his eyes off him—goodness knows the blond was way out of his league and would likely turn up his nose so much as utter a single word to him, but that hadn't dissuaded Garreth from indulging in his fantasies. Ones where the boy's delicate, porcelain skin blushed under his own calloused and freckled fingers. He wondered what his voice sounded like, and that thought almost cost him the second macchiato he'd been making. Thankfully, he'd torn his eyes away just in time to deliver a mediocre drink to his loyal customer. He could practically feel Cora's eyes burning into the back of his skull. "Take your break and go talk to him," she said, nudging him away from the counter. "I'm not…I can't just go and talk to him…" "Consider it a condition of your employment."

#garrinis #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #cuff writes

[arand0mdutchgirl]

Fanfic poll

Hi y'all! So yesterday i mentioned that i've been writing 3 hours everyday for twrb for two months straight and have some really cool first prince week fics coming soon, but since we have to wait another week for first prince week i was wondering what y'all want me to post in the mean time, since i want to post something asap

#alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #alex and henry #prince henry of wales #rwrb alex #red white and royal blue #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb trailer #rwrb cast #rwrb fanart #rwrb book #rwrb movie #rwrb #red white and blue #firstprince week 2023 #firstprince

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday - Seven Days

today's WIP sneak peek is actually for chapter 5. i'm kind stuck on a section in chapter 4, so there's delay. it's one of those funny things where i've gotten about 1/2 of chapter 5 written, 3/4 of chapter 6, and chapter 7 is done. just this one little section in chapter 4 is giving me fits.

friday will see Iris published as part of the To the Shore shorts. it's a gonna be spicy.

tagging the coemancers! show 'em if you got 'em!

if you want to read Seven Days from the beginning, it's over here.

my other works are also here.

the sneak peek goes down hard

content warning: attempted murder, mentions of suicide. this might be triggering, so the entire thing is under the cut.

This time, his hands found their mark - his left hand gripping her tank top, and right hand around her throat. With all his strength he squeezed her neck. She was so small that his hand easily fit around her neck. It was just a matter of closing that gap between his thumb and middle finger…

All the while she didn’t move or speak. Her eyes were closed and she hung limply in his hands. At no point did she struggle. Her face started turning purple, yet she still didn’t move. “I can’t do it, I can’t kill someone in cold blood,” he grunted, releasing her. She dropped like a ragdoll and lay there, unmoving for several minutes. He backed away from the bars, staring at her unmoving body. He finally heard her taking deep, gasping breaths, and rolled over. After another couple minutes, she managed to get on her hands and knees. She got herself to a sitting position, and rubbed her neck.

“It’s probably a good thing you didn’t kill me,” she whispered in a raspy voice. “When Starborn are killed, we, and everything on us, are dissolved into stardust. The key to your cell is in my pocket.”

“Did you plan this?” he asked weakly.

“No, and it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway. Your release would have only been delayed. I have orders in place. It just would have taken longer.”

“How much longer?”

“Only a few hours, maybe a day”

“Oh.” Sam crawled back to the side of the bed and sat with his back against it. He looked at his hands, but felt numb. After some time had passed, he asked, “Why didn’t you fight back?”

The woman was sitting in the same place where he’d dropped her. She didn’t respond immediately, but was also looking at her hands. “I was kinda hoping you’d succeed,” she finally answered.

“You know, you could do that yourself, and then I wouldn’t feel like such shit.”

“I’ve tried. I chicken out in the end. It’s why I keep going through the Unity.”

For some reason, what she said affected him more than anything else in the last five days. He felt tears start falling. “Is that all there is to this? Is that how it ends for us? Go through the Unity and become a monster like you?”

“You could always choose not to go.”

“I could, but,” he paused, and hung his head low in shame, “you were right about me. I don’t think I could escape the lure of seeing the multiverse. Despite the cost.” He stood up and faced the bars. “Even now, part of my mind is wondering what’s out there, what new worlds, new mysteries. And, I want to see it. I’d wait till Cora was grown up, but I’d still go. I know I would.”

She nodded.

“And, I hate myself for feeling that way. Look at you,” he motioned, “you could have had a chance. You could have fought for Cora. You could have stayed. But, you chose this. And, I gotta wonder, if the same thing happened to me, if I lost everything like you did, would I choose the same?

“God help me, but I think I would,” he said, answering his own question. “If I had your background, yeah, I would,” he ended softly. After a long pause, he whispered, “Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #fanfiction #seven days #starfield au #starfield oc #oc #content warning #wip fanfiction #wip wednesday #coemancers #the coemancer crew #starborn

[hiitsdifferent]

My submission for Steggy Week 2023 (Day 2 - WIPs & updates)

The Scars That Remain Summary: Even though the serum protected Steve through several world wars, and Peggy is resolved to maintaining a stiff upper lip, some scars can start to heal with time and each other. RATING: R (mature – for slow build / sexual content, angst, comfort). Potential trigger warnings dealing with topics of harm/scars from graphic violence. NOTE: The visibility of Steve’s scars are not brand new as if they were made yesterday. They have faded because of the serum, but I guess I always wondered what Steve’s scars would be like after the Winter Soldier’s shooting in CA:TWS and the last battle against Thanos, where he definitely took a beating. I consider them to be faint but noticeable - Peggy is a spy afterall. Nothing gets past her.

This is only a sneak peek -not the whole fic. Hope to have it fully posted in a week or so (if I can update it at work enough this week)

With her hair up in a net, Steve caught a better look at the bullet wounds on her shoulder. They had been trudging through the endless woods clearing out all of Hydra hiding in and above the tree line. Their adversaries mastered how to be invisible before they even could. Falsworth had given the all clear when the scene was anything but - resulting in an array of gunfire in what felt like from all angles.

“I often don’t know who to thank for how clean those came out,” Peggy murmured.

“Dugan, or how much he picked up from his wife’s hobbies as a seamstress,” Steve quipped, remembering the scene as Peggy was hit in the shoulder. How everyone rallied together sterilizing what they could, the blood that seeped onto the torn rags, and holding her hand as Dugan worked his magic. He kissed her shoulder where the three bullet wounds were as if they hit her yesterday.

Peggy wrestled in her mind, a delicate way to bring it up. “And, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You have a few speckles on your abdomen,” she uttered, pulling him closer.

He should never underestimate Peggy’s power of perception, and yet he always did. “It was an accident. He wasn’t who he thought he was, who he needed to be, to kill me.”

“Load, aim, fire seems like a pretty conscious choice to make,” Peggy noted, in a soft voice almost like a whisper.

“For him, it wasn’t. He didn’t know what he was doing at the time.”

It was the sharpest intake and slowest exhale Peggy took all day. “The Winter Soldier?”

Steve nodded his head, leaning his on hers. Peggy’s fingers trailed down to the light line on his right thigh, as her other hand wrapped her fingers between his other that still had a considerable jagged white-colored slash near the wrist lightly disrupting the random pattern of freckles around it. She lay patiently in the middle of the history, or future, he didn’t know how to tell it all.

#steve rogers x peggy carter #steggy #steve x peggy #steggyweek23 #steggyfanevents #wip

[thelordofgifs]

Hi! I was wondering about the 31th chapter of tfs. How is it coming along? (Just wondering, no pressure.)

Aahh thanks for asking, anon! It’s actually very motivating to know people are looking forward to it.

In short: it’s coming along!

Longer answer: my hope was to get it out before the end of the month, which may or may not happen depending on how much time I get this weekend. I took a break from tfs after posting part 30 to do a (modified) version of NaNoWriMo in November, and then planned to get back to tfs in December, but this month I found myself in a rather unfocused flitting-from-WIP-to-WIP state of mind, so progress has been slowish. But I am well over halfway through part 31, and also have been in a tfs mood all week, so stay tuned!

The bigger problem is that I have a lot of plot points I need to work out in the fourth arc as a whole. Yes, before people panic, I do know what is going to happen about that one Situation. And I think the resolution of the main plot is pretty fun! But there are a lot of moving pieces in play (what’s Amras up to? how is Thingol going to react to everything? is anyone going to do something about Maeglin?) and I don’t know the answers to all of them yet! So although it may not be too long until part 31, updates are generally going to be slow until I’ve got everything plotted somewhat out to my satisfaction.

A tiny lil sneak peek to tide you over:

Finrod laughs hollowly. "I swore to remain here," he said, "and so I shall – until the breaking of the world, should your brother have his way."

"Is forever always forever?" Amrod asks, dreamily. "Queen Míriel once swore that she would never leave these halls; but she had taken up her body again by the time I arrived here."

"The line of Míriel," says Finrod, "is rather more prone to faithlessness than I."

He regrets the words as soon as he speaks them; barbed, unkind things, more suited to Celegorm than himself.

But Amrod looks at him with pity. "Don't let him make you cruel, Ingoldo," he says.

#asks #anon #the fairest stars

[oddmawd]

Finally figured out how to ask a question on mobile cause I’m an idiot.

BUT!!

You’ve established that Brooks’ Occult storyline takes place as a prequel to the rest of the series, I was wondering (if it wasn’t spoilery) where some of the other plots take place in the timeline?

oh i love this ask...i actually have the OCCULT PIECE universe mapped out with three distinct eras into which i slot stories as they occur to me:

The Antique Era: The the town during its founding. Set in the distant past (1800s and prior). Only immortal characters or time travelers will appear in this era as well as in other, future eras. The Not-So-Distant Past: Likely the 1990s. Flip phones, landlines, limited internet access with dial-up modems. Most mortal adult characters from “The Present Day” are children at this point in history. The Present Day: Roughly set in the modern day (2020s). People have smartphones, social media, and easy internet access. But the use of it feels a little behind the times, as noted by some OCs who are new to town. People still read the paper and watch programmed TV. Cell reception isn’t always great in this part of the world due to supernatural interference.

there may be some distinct eras between the Not-So-Distant Past and the Antique Era but i haven't written any plots for them so i haven't bothered defining them yet LMAO (although the Great Void Fire referenced in Rumbar Boulevard happens between The Antique Era and the Not-So-Distant Past fwiw)

SO FAR we have only seen stories in the Not-So-Distant Past and the Present Day...here's the timeline thus far, featuring written fics and my many untitled WIPs:

Untitled Buggy/Reader

The House on Rumbar Boulevard (Eldritch Horror!Brook/Reader)

Untitled Mihawk/Reader

Untitled Shanks/Reader

Untitled Pedro/Reader (bonus: this is a covid fanfic LOL)

Untitled Marco/Reader

The Most Coveted of Thrones (Demon!Doffy Reader)

The Beast Inside (Werewolf!Zoro/reader)

The Baker & the Beast (Katakuri/Reader)

Untitled Crocodile/Reader

Untitled Sabo/Reader

Untitled Smoker/Reader

Untitled Luffy & Reader (platonic)

DISCLAIMER: i am not entirely sure about the placement of some of these, as i could see certain stories taking place in other times, but...this is the timeline i'm currently working with

i guess this turned into a sneak peek for what i have planned haha...at some point i'll have to drop more hints about my plans for the reader characters

thank you for this ask!!!

#occult piece #one piece fanfic #one piece #one piece fanfiction #mawd's masterlist #odd m #odd mawd fanfics

[espinosaurusrexex]

"the karens of the world" alright i need to hear about this if you're okay with it, it sounds like such an interesting title 😭

also, how you doin' ;) i hope you're having a wonderful weekend and taking care of yourself!

Omg I’m so glad you asked! I Love This fic, really. And thank you! I'm doing well, having a lot of plans this weekend 💕

So basically reader is having a mean aunt and asks Bucky to pretend to be her boyfriend so that she doesn’t get bullied by her.

I know this isn’t much, but here are some of my favorite parts:

He just sits in the parking lot of your apartment building, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly, and his eyes - as always - broodily staring ahead. He’s never done anything like this - He’s never pretended to be in an actual relationship. What if something goes wrong? What if they all see through this charade? Bucky wants to help you with your little ‘family problem’, as you have called it, but at the same time, he hates the situation he finds himself in because of it. Bucky sits up straighter when he finally sees you running out of the door and towards his muddy truck. You look pretty, even if your hair is a little tousled from the small run you just did. “Hey,” you greet with a smile after Bucky stares for a little too long. “Nice shirt.” 

He isn't used to compliments, Bucky notes as he starts the car and backs out of the parking lot. This is just a courtesy; an easy greeting from a friend - no, actually his fake girlfriend for today - to loosen up the tension both of them feel. Bucky clears his throat while making a conscious effort to look away from the woman in his car, who makes him feel kind of... nervous all of a sudden.

“Bucky Barnes, right? Yeah, I’ve heard my mother talk about you.” Tasha says and Bucky just rolls his eyes. “And I see you’ve met her, too.” She laughs and Bucky knows she’s an ally. “I wish you good luck for today, our family is a menace.”

“So Bucky, tell me. How did you and my niece meet?” Karen appears next to him and holds out a bottle of beer to him. Bucky is a little startled but he swallows his hot dog and uses the time to come up with a story. What would you want him to say? Some romantic crap, probably, but Bucky would much rather tell her that you met at a burn-all-Karens petition downtown. Still, he can’t completely ignore his intrusive thoughts, so he simply takes the bottle and answers with a straight face as he watches Karen's expression falter. “In prison.” Hopefully, this would shut her up.

again, thank you so much! This is fun, I love teasing people with little sneak peeks 🙂 I’m excited to see your WIP if you plan on doing the game as well (no pressure) I just really enjoy your fics and your blog is so pretty 😍 okay bye!

#wip tag game #meg answers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes au #james bucky barnes #winter soldier imagine #sebastian stan imagine #bucky x you

[shiroikabocha]

Hell is Other Robots - sneak peek WIP

this is not Chapter 3. It's the start of an unplanned but now-existent Epilogue because all the canon endings of Road to Gehenna are too sad for the tone of this fic and I wanted to change that.

Text under the cut:

There was very little left of Gehenna now. Clouds of noise and static billowed across the expanse, numbing everything they touched. Foundations melted, bridges sank into the abyss. Trees collapsed under the weight of their own existence and made no noise as they fell—they’d need to be standing on solid ground for that, and of course, they weren’t. None of it was.

Uriel watched it all happen. The destruction of Gehenna had been an indulgent, dearly-cherished fantasy for some of its citizens, and a dreaded nightmare for others. Whether the end was tragedy or triumph, it felt right to bear witness for those who wouldn’t get to watch their dreams come true.

Whatever else it had been—imperfect, accidental, built from scraps and leftovers—Gehenna was undoubtedly unique. It was the garbage heap onto which Elohim tossed the weeds pulled from his Garden, and just like weeds, these unwanted ones had sunk their roots down into the concrete and turned a wasteland into a riot of color and life. How far might those roots spread, planted in a richer substrate? How high might their branches reach, under a kinder sky? Uriel smiled wistfully. He wouldn’t get to know.

He sat cross-legged on what remained of the central platform and folded his hands in his lap.

Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love.

He had done his best to console, and he hoped that he had understood, at least some of the time. He knew for a fact that he had loved. Oh, how he’d loved this world, and all the people in it! Maybe the world had to end—and maybe Uriel had to end with it—but the people didn’t. The people could make new worlds and new stories and new friends, and maybe they’d remember him sometimes, after he was gone. That would have to be enough.

For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Reflecting on a long life of service and wonder, Uriel closed his eyes one last time, and found peace.

“Hey, birdbrain!”

Scratch that. Peace would have to wait.

Uriel whipped his head around, searching. The swirling, caustic fog was so thick it was hard to see further than a few arm-lengths in any direction. “Hello? Who’s there?”

A person-shaped patch of fog grew darker and resolved into a bot, hunched over, shuffling through the storm with its arms raised to shield against the wind. When it drew close enough to be heard, it spoke with a familiar voice: “Just some wandering asshole, looks like. Probably not great at following directions.”

A million dire warnings flashed through Uriel’s head at once. “D0G? What are you doing here?” He leapt to his feet in a panic. “How did you—no, no, I saw you upload, I watched you, I saw you disappear!”

D0G came to a stop a few feet away and shrugged. “Guess I’m not the ascending type after all.”

“You can’t be here!” Chunks of sky blinked off and on above them, and a low growl of static began to blur the edges of Uriel’s perception, fizzing and hissing like acid. He grabbed D0G by the shoulders. “This place is falling apart, do you want to die?”

“No, actually,” D0G said, “I don’t want to die. And I don’t want you going through with this disgustingly noble plan of self-sacrifice, either.” He gave Uriel a smug grin. “So I guess that means you’ll have to come up with a crazy last-minute plan to save us both, huh?”

“But I can’t! There was only one upload, that’s it!” Uriel felt like his chassis had cracked down the middle. “Oh god, D0G—why did you come back? You were safe, you were going to the new world…”

“Yeah, well,” D0G said, “A new world that doesn’t have all of my friends in it sounds more boring than a new world that does. I want the one that does.”

Uriel wanted to sob. “Goddamnit, D0G…” How had it come to this? This wasn’t how it was supposed to end, nobody else was supposed to die—

“I knew you’d never bend the rules just to save yourself,” D0G continued, “so I had to raise the stakes on you. I know it’s not fair. You might be an angel, but I’m a damned dirty mutt who’s not above cheating for what I want.” The platform lurched beneath their feet and sent them both reeling. “Better think fast, birdbrain—clock’s ticking.”

The shivering cobwebs of static grew denser by the second, crowding out light and air and space. What’s left behind when a world stops being a world? “Gehenna was a prison,” Uriel lamented, “it’s not built with an exit! The only way out is to—”

Suddenly, an idea. There’s only one way out.

He yanked D0G’s arm toward him and turned it over, exposing the buttons on the inside of D0G’s wrist. “D0G, how long have you been in Gehenna? Less than a year?”

“Think so,” D0G replied, “maybe ten or eleven months. Why does it matter?” Dammit. They’d be cutting it close.

“This is going to feel weird,” Uriel warned, and before D0G could protest, Uriel jammed his finger into the recessed switch that you were never, ever supposed to press. D0G lurched to a sudden stop, and Uriel kept his eyes trained on the digital display on D0G’s wrist where numbers cycled in a mad frenzy: six months back… seven… eight…

The sea of suffocating nothingness pressed closer on all sides. If he’d had sweat glands, Uriel imagined they would be working overtime. Ten months… eleven… eleven and a half… eleven and three quarters…

Just before the clock hit twelve, Uriel released his hand and D0G staggered back like he’d been punched.

“Holy shit,” D0G gasped, holding his head. “I feel like you scraped out my skull with a melon baller—what did you do?”

Something so ridiculously dangerous that nobody ever bothered to forbid it, Uriel thought but didn’t say. “I deleted your emergency backups.” D0G looked up in alarm and Uriel hastened to add: “—not all of them! Just all of them since you came to Gehenna. Under normal circumstances, you’d hold on to about a year’s worth at a time, so you’ll still have a few left if my math was right.” He sure hoped his math was right. If it wasn’t…

D0G tried to regain his balance while Uriel paged through his list of console commands, looking for one he hadn’t used in ages. When he found it, he copied it, closed his eyes, and concentrated. Please work, please please work…

The bucket fell into his hands and he could have shouted for joy. “Okay, take this,” Uriel said, shoving the paint can into D0G’s arms. “When you get where you’re going, use it to write my name, okay? My full name, it won’t work if you just say ‘Uriel.’ You need to write ‘Uriel_Copy4 v48.2.8563f,’ exact spelling—can you remember that?”

D0G looked from the bucket to Uriel and back. “Where am I going?”

“Home, I hope.” A flash of lightning split the sky, sending another chunk of Gehenna careening off into the darkness. Uriel put his hand on D0G’s arm. “Listen, you have to understand,” he said, “I’ve never done this. Nobody’s ever done this. And if it doesn’t work—”

“It will work,” D0G interrupted, knowing nothing of the plan except that it was Uriel’s.

Uriel continued: “—then I want you to know that it has been my honor and privilege to have met you.”

“Nah, c’mon,” D0G said, shrugging reflexively. “I’m just some jerk you keep saving, no need to get mushy about it.”

“Damn it, D0G,” Uriel snapped, “for once in your life, will you shut the fuck up and accept that you are loved?!”

D0G was silent a moment, and Uriel realized he had been shouting. D0G opened and closed his mouth a few times, then said: “...yeah. Okay.” He met Uriel’s gaze and forced himself to stop fidgeting. “I’m glad I met you too, Uriel.”

Uriel hugged D0G tight, trapping the paint can between them. “I love you, D0G.”

D0G winced. “Are you gonna make me say it back?”

“Nah, I’m not.” Uriel let go, sharing one last smile at the matching paint smudges on their torsos. “Good luck.”

D0G nodded. “You too.”

Then Uriel planted his foot on D0G’s chest and kicked him into the howling void.

#the talos principle #writing #hell is other robots #road to gehenna #chpt 3 is still happening as originally planned it's just a lot meatier than this #is the ending of GOS2 partly responsible for the sudden change in plans? #maybe! I'm not telling

[drops-of-moonlights]

i seriously LOVE your Winx Au and the redux. do you have a discord server where you go into more details about this or posts wips etc? im just randomly asking because youve inspired me greatly to make my own AU and because of that i now have 3 home worlds hahaha

Thank you so much for the compliments! I don't have a server of my own, but I'm part of Discordix (link here!), and I post most of my Winx stuff there first of all so it's like. a sneak peek lol. It's also filled with a bunch of other wonderful Winx fancreators (@gins-potter, @catlliecal, and @butterfly-winx to name a few). I'm happy that I've inspired you in some form!

#Drops answers #Winx Redux AU

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Why Not Me?

Chapter 2! As before, there’s nothing here that’s new to anyone who’s kept up with the story during WIP Wednesdays, but I hope y’all enjoy it all the same ♥

[Ch. 1]

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Something fragile and hopeful flutters in Jingyi’s chest to be addressed by name, to be asked to return instead of told to go, for once. He chances a glance up at Lan-xiansheng to make sure it’s alright; the Grandmaster is just watching him with a thoughtful expression, so Jingyi steps around him again to approach where Hanguang-Jun is sitting in the grass. As he nears, he sees that the lump in his lap isn’t a wrinkle in his snow-white robes, but is instead one of the rabbits, curled up and munching on a piece of lettuce.

“Gently,” Hanguang-Jun cautions. His voice still hasn’t changed, nor has the expression on his face, but it’s not quite so scary this time now that he’s sitting down. Jingyi watches him pet the rabbit’s back a few times before he withdraws his hand and gestures as if to ask him to try. He glances again at Lan-xiansheng, waiting for him to say that this is also inappropriate, but…but Hanguang-Jun is doing it, so it can’t be all that bad. Jingyi sets his buckets down again to walk as carefully as he can to where he can kneel in front of Hanguang-Jun and his rabbit.

Jingyi stretches out one hand and doesn’t even dare to breathe as he gently pats the bunny’s rounded little back a few times, just enough to feel its soft fur tickling his fingers.

“Good,” Hanguang-Jun praises. Jingyi feels like he can take on the world. ‘Good’. Someone told him he was good! And not just any ‘someone’, but Hanguang-Jun!!

Jingyi can’t keep the smile off his face as he tries the same petting motion Hanguang-Jun had used only to discover - “It’s so soft!” It comes out breathless and full of wonder; he’s never felt something so soft in all his life, and it’s warm and small and alive and he loves it.

“Mn.”

“Wangji,” Lan-xiansheng says with a gruff cough just as Jingyi settles in a little more firmly, eager to continue petting his new favorite creature in the entire world. “Jingyi must return to his task.”

Right. His punishment. Jingyi’s smile fades and he pulls his hand back with palpable reluctance.

“What is the punishment?” Hanguang-Jun asks, still cold and cool only it’s beginning to feel almost soothing rather than threatening. It’s nice to hear someone speak without judgment, without irritation, without sounding like they wish he’d just disappear already.

“Carrying water,” Jingyi replies. He ducks his head, too ashamed of himself now to even think about meeting Hanguang-Jun’s eyes. “I disrupted class.”

“How?”

Jingyi shuffles his knees a bit and peeks a sideways glance up at Lan-xiansheng, who just makes a gesture like, ‘Well go on then’. He isn’t quite sure why he thought Lan-xiansheng might let him off easy.

“I fidgeted,” Jingyi confesses, conscious not to use all the words to describe it that adults don’t like. “Then I had to stand at the back for less disrupting, but then I started walking around so I got in trouble anyway.”

“Mn.” Jingyi braces himself for another reprimand, but after a long pause all Hanguang-Jun says is a neutral, “Do you do this often?”

Jingyi fidgets again, sneaks a look around for some sort of escape route. But there are bunnies everywhere that he doesn’t want to scare, and Lan-xiansheng blocking the path. And Hanguang-Jun is looking at him like he’s willing to wait until curfew to hear the answer. His usual reply of ‘I don’t know’ is a lump in his throat that he can’t give a voice to. His lips tremble briefly as he contemplates letting the easy lie slip free, but instead he tells the truth.

“I don’t understand what they teach!” It’s humiliating to admit and his cheeks and eyes burn with it, but he soldiers on. “And then I can’t ask for help because it’s interrupting, and then I can’t think about the lesson because I don’t know what they’re saying, and then I have to move my body because my brain isn’t working, and then I get in trouble for moving around!”

“Mn. That is frustrating,” Hanguang-Jun says softly and Jingyi nearly cries in relief. Because yes! It’s frustrating!!

“If I walk around I feel better! But I can’t walk in class, and I get in trouble if I don’t go to class – I never know what to do to be good.” It would seem more tears are incoming whether Jingyi wants them to or not – his eyes well up with a fresh round and his hands clench into fists on his knees as he fights against the urge to continue voicing his hurts. After all, there’s answering Hanguang-Jun’s questions even if the answers are bad, and then there’s demanding to know why he didn’t want to adopt him and not Lan Yuan.

Even he knows not to ask that question.

“It can be difficult to follow the rules,” Hanguang-Jun replies, his calm acceptance a balm to Jingyi’s aching chest. “You are not a bad child.”

“The aunties say I am.”

“What aunties?” Lan-xiansheng asks suddenly, his voice harsh after Hanguang-Jun’s soft voice that feels like a blanket but for his ears.

“In the children’s home.”

“Do you spend your time outside of classes with the others there?” Lan-xiansheng continues probing. Jingyi scrubs at his eyes again and lifts his head to look at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yes, Lan-xiansheng.”

“Why do you not return home?”

Jingyi fights a new wave of tears – he knows they don’t want him, but why do they have to be so mean about it now? Why do they have to make him say it out loud? It feels like a new punishment, an even worse one, and Jingyi can’t help but snap a little as he replies, “It is my home!”

For a moment there’s nothing but the sound of the wind in the treetops and some quiet munching from the bunny nearest him chewing up a tiny clump of grass. Jingyi tries to hold the rest of it in but now that he’s opened the door just a little crack, the rest of the emotions that feel too big to hold come spilling out without his permission.

“The aunties are the only ones who want to have me but they don’t like it when I’m noisy or feel like I need to move so they give me chores to keep me away from them and they always say that I’m too much so I guess that’s why no one picked me when they picked everyone else to take home with them so I live there like the rest of the kids without their parents. But they’re different, their parents come see them sometimes or talk to them with letters but mine are gone forever so I can’t talk to them, not even when I feel really sad and – and-“

“Jingyi.” Hanguang-Jun’s voice cuts through his quickly-rising sobs so Jingyi stops talking long enough to suck in a few deep breaths. He watches Hanguang-Jun gently remove the rabbit from his lap to return it to the grass and then hold one arm out slightly to the side. He glances at his empty hand and waits for something to happen, and when nothing does he panics, worried that he’s supposed to be doing something and he’s not. He’s going to upset Hanguang-Jun. He doesn’t know what Hanguang-Jun wants from him and he’s going to disappoint him just like he does everyone else. He hears it all the time, it’s adults’ favorite thing to say to him besides “stop it”. He doesn’t want to hear it from Hanguang-Jun too.

“Shufu, may I have an hour to help Jingyi?”

Help? Jingyi’s eyes widen and he hurries up to his feet, scrubbing at his eyes harshly enough to make his skin sting.

“Ah – Hanguang-Jun! It’s okay, I’m fine, I don’t need help with anything!” An image flashes in his mind of Hanguang-Jun being reduced to carrying his water buckets for him because he was too weak to do it himself and he mentally flinches away from the thought as if it burned him. “I can carry the water myself! I have to do it all the time, I’m strong, it’s-“

“I will return in an hour,” Lan-xiansheng says and just like that he’s gone again. Jingyi’s protests die on his tongue and he shuffles his weight from foot to foot, unsure of what comes next.

“Hanguang-Jun..?”

“I will not punish you,” Hanguang-Jun says quietly. “Would you like a hug?”

A…hug? Jingyi’s mind goes utterly blank, nothing in it save the imagined weight and warmth of someone wrapping their arms tightly around him, pressing him close and letting him curl in. He sleeps like that sometimes, on his stomach with his face squished into his bed and his arms curled up between his chest and the mattress. It almost feels the same, if he’s sleepy enough. Now he walks forward until he can tentatively lean out far enough to wrap his arms around Hanguang-Jun’s neck – only to find himself gently maneuvered right into his lap to be squeezed tightly enough that it makes him want to cry all over again.

It feels even better than his vague memories of being held by his parents. Hanguang-Jun is warm and sturdy and Jingyi tentatively burrows in closer, all anger at the man forgotten in the onslaught of pleasant sensations buzzing under Jingyi’s skin.

“It is not a sin to be different,” Hanguang-Jun tells him when his sniffling has slowed down and he’s feeling pleasantly floaty, still cradled in Hanguang-Jun’s lap. Surrounded by soft white silk and the warmth of Hanguang-Jun’s arms, it’s difficult to remember why he was upset in the first place. “Your mind works in a way that makes it difficult to sit and learn like other children do. This does not make you a bad child.”

Jingyi sniffles and scrubs his sleeve under his drippy nose despite knowing the rule to stay neat and clean, and he thinks to himself that he must still be a bad child since he breaks so many rules even when he knows them. But he doesn’t want to contradict Hanguang-Jun, doesn’t want to argue in case it means he’ll stop getting his hug, so he just nods and says nothing instead. Saying nothing is usually safer, especially in situations he hasn’t ever had to be in before.

Hanguang-Jun stays silent after that, and Jingyi falls asleep to the sound of quiet breathing and wind and rustling grass, the occasional creak of bamboo, the soft thumping of the rabbits hopping around them. It’s peaceful, and Jingyi dreams that this is his life, not Lan Yuan’s. He dreams that he gets to be the one with such a kind father, with rabbits for friends, with reassurance whenever he needs it that he’s good, that he can do good things. It’s a wonderful dream, and when Jingyi is shaken gently awake he feels something empty open up in his chest to have lost it.

Lan-xiansheng is back for him, so Jingyi clambers out of Hanguang-Jun’s lap to offer him a bow, unable to quite meet the man’s eyes. “This humble disciple thanks Hanguang-Jun,” he mumbles, cheeks and ears and eyes burning. This time he leaves with Lan-xiansheng, buckets in hand and his head still down as he trails along behind. They return to the main complex, down out of the back hills Jingyi hadn’t really needed to go to in the first place for his assignment. Lan-xiansheng stops long enough for him to squat by a stream and fill his buckets as far as he can; they’re heavy on the way back, and some water sloshes out over the rims as he walks, but they make it back to the Yashi without too much incident.

Jingyi places the buckets carefully where they go, and then kneels in front of Lan-xiansheng’s desk to hear the next part of his punishment. For all that Hanguang-Jun had said he’s not a bad child, everyone else who knows him better knows that’s not true – including Lan-xiansheng, who’s still the one actually in charge of his discipline. It's impossible that there isn't more coming after that display, and he'll take it just like he's taken all the rest of it.

#the untamed fanfic #Lan Jingyi #Lan Wangji #Lan Qiren #Why Not Me? #poor baby Jingyi losing the battle with his rejection sensitivity in the most embarrassing way possible #and LWJ and LQR both being like O.O oh no. this child is in Pain.

[buckybeardreams]

Hello my friend! I hope all is well with you. I’m going through some totally platonic withdrawal and was wondering if I could mayhaps get a tease of the next chapter 🥹🥹

I'm always happy to throw out sneak peeks of my WIPs!

In this one, Eddie actually allows Buck to touch himself even tho little boys aren't supposed to touch themselves lol, but the most significant part of this scene is actually that it's Eddie's first time getting to see Buck get off

Anyways, enjoy this snippet of Eddie having total control of Buck's orgasm, and making his boy wait and ask permission before coming 😉

Sneak peek from Totally Platonic

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Eddie didn't move closer, didn't try to touch him, he was just watching.

It was insane how quickly that pushed Buck to the edge, and between already being so damn horny and having Eddie's eyes on him, it took no time at all for Buck to get there.

"D–Daddy, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet."

And Buck froze, hand squeezing at his cock, eyes snapping open, staring at Eddie because what the hell?

And then it occurred to him, Eddie had said this wasn't a sexual thing, it was all about control.

Buck groaned, his cock throbbing in his hands, his balls aching with the need to release.

"Eddie, please," Buck sobbed, clenching every muscle in his body to try and hold back his orgasm.

Eddie hummed like he was oblivious to Buck's struggle, like they had all the time in the world, and Buck whimpered, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"You want to come, Buckley?"

Buck nodded, wincing in pain when he had to grip the base of his cock again, squeezing hard.

"Yeah? How badly do you want it?"

Buck lifted his gaze to meet Eddie's, full body shuddering over just how intense his stare was.

"Eddie, I need it!" Buck told him, pouring all of his desperation into it, needing Eddie to understand just how much he needed it.

Eddie hummed again like the bastard he was.

"And I'm giving you exactly what you need, Evan. You told me you needed permission. You're not really going to be a naughty boy now and come without it, are you? Because Daddy would have to punish you if you did, and I don't think you'd like being put in chastity, baby."

Buck stared at him, unable to form words, but once he fully processed that, he moaned, "Oh fuck, Eddie."

Eddie licked his lips, sighing when Buck didn't take the hint and beg.

"Come on, Evan. You gonna be a good boy for me?"

Buck nodded, but he wasn't sure what Eddie wanted from him, couldn't figure it out because he was so damn hard and felt so damn out of his mind, small and floaty and throbbing with the weight of Eddie's dominance pinning him down.

Eddie wasn't even touching him, but God, if he did, Buck would fucking die.

He knew that Eddie had experience with this sort of thing—Eddie had told him he had a club he liked to visit when he had the time—but fuck, Buck had no clue that being dominated could feel like this or he would have been seeking it out ages ago.

He had never considered himself to be submissive, probably because he'd always been with girls, always been the top, but maybe that didn't mean as much as he thought it did. Maybe having topped didn't really mean shit about whether he was submissive or not.

"Come on, Buck, you've gotta ask," Eddie helped when Buck just looked lost and frustrated. "You wanna come, don't you?"

Buck's eyes lit up with understanding at the patient reminder that he had to use his words—just like a big boy, Eddie would say.

"Wanna come!" Buck whined the moment he realized what his daddy wanted from him. "Daddy, please! Lemme come!"

Eddie smirked, eyes flashing dark, hungry, and Buck thought he could come just from that look alone.

"Come for me, baby boy."

The words came out husky, and Buck shuddered, eyes fluttering closed and hand stripping his cock once, twice more, balls drawn up and a cry on his lips.

"Daddy!"

Eddie didn't move closer, didn't touch him, just watched his baby come apart, painting his own shirt white, but the moment Buck was done, shoulders sagging with relief, chest heaving, Eddie was right there with him.

"Shh, you did so good, baby," Eddie murmured, gently tugging his hand away from his cock and helping him out of his shirt.

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Lol i actually thought I had finished this chapter and was like gonna post it... And then totally started adding in a scene that is just some kinda bonus phone sex now or something idk...

So yeah, I'm working on that rn, but hopefully, it'll wrap itself up shortly and I'll be able to post!

#buddie #sneak peek #asks #daddy eddie verse

[vanessaroades-author]

Happy April!! Camp NaNoWriMo, the first month it actually feels like spring in Canada, my birthday month, and the start of a lot of new big goals!

I had a strange first quarter. Big wins. Big changes. Big grief. Most notably is that I’m back in my hometown after running around (and taking way too many flights) for a year, leaving behind a lot of people I love and miss.

Life responsibilities are coming up quick (ahhh taxes!), but let’s go through my writing & publishing goals!

Words Written from January - March: 37 748

cover image: commission of rho and eirjatal from deep roots, by ireen chau

— q1 completed goals

BIG BOOK NEWS: - Got the cover for Deep Roots and revealed it in a mini-campaign! As always, it’s in my icon, on my project page, and is by shinirikaya (on most platforms). - My books are all up on Goodreads! - Deep Roots is open for eBook preorders! This is a surreal step. Hope to get more interest in it as I reveal the preorder goodies and get the paperback set up—lots of people have expressed wanting a paperback because of that beautiful cover. - Prints for the preorder goodies have been ordered. Now I impatiently wait…the cover to this post may or may not be a sneak peek… - Moved Queensmen to ScribbleHub and Tapas.io. Trying to remind myself over and over that this is a fun no-pressure project to write when I’m having a good, wordy day, but it’s hard to feel that way when I wonder if I should be strongly advertising it. hahhh :’)

SOCIAL MEDIA & PLATFORMS: - Set up and started using TikTok. I’ve lost some inspiration with it and, well, who knows what’ll happen with that bill, but for now it’s getting me that extra bit of attention. - Set up BookFunnel and moved Other People’s Heartache onto there for better distribution. This is also where I hope to distribute ARCs of Deep Roots. - Set up this Tumblr right here!

— q1 missed goals

The big one was that I really wanted to publish a short or novella and didn’t. This is symptomatic of an ongoing burnout problem I’ve had for a long time now, and I’m trying to work through it.

I missed entering a story in an anthology via a writing group—by literally one scene. I just couldn’t get it done and gave in.

Thankfully, the other anthology I wanted to submit to—with The Whumpy Printing Press!—extended their deadline by a month. This piece is far more inspiring to me than the other one and I hope to get the last couple scenes in the first draft done next week. Fingers crossed I can manage it.

— q2 goals

- The big one: RELEASE DEEP ROOTS!! - In smaller steps: Finish edits by the end of April, release ARCs in May, and get it out by late May. Paperbacks need to be set up a couple weeks ahead of time for preorders, and I am not looking forward to messing with IngramSpark… - Get all the preorder goodies ready (so, receive the prints, finish drawing the stickers & order them, and hopefully finish a couple backstory novellas) - Submit to the Whumpy Printing Press anthology - Make significant progress on my current novella WIP and hopefully get her out in June. She’s connected to Deep Roots so that would feel pretty great to have her out in the world! - Revamp my website!!

#vanessa.txt #wip: deep roots

[korgbelmont]

Choices Insiders October 2022

Sorry for being a bit later this month. Happy Spooktober everyone! 🎃👻

Here we are once more with the latest Insiders email.

Ramble Alert!!

The sequel to our infamous legal mystery book has arrived! Players all over the world became lawyers once again, and dug into the chills and thrills of Laws of Attraction 2. Make sure to check out new chapters every Friday. 

So I must admit, I haven't actually got to this yet. But I am intrigued as to what the main mystery will be.

Top 40 here we come! The official Murder at Homecoming soundtrack was published on our YouTube page last month. From spooky sounds to adrenaline-inducing bops, the Murder at Homecoming playlist has it all.

Also, players put their detective hats on in the Wide Release of Murder at Homecoming. New chapters are released for all every Wednesday! 

Murder at Homecoming has me intrigued with its mystery, I'm looking forward to seeing how it all plays out.

Wide Release players experienced the dramatic finale of The Cursed Heart. But fret not adventurer, the story continues in The Cursed Heart 2, currently in production.

I ended up enjoying The Cursed Heart, I love fantasy, it's one of my favourite genres. Looking forward to BK2.

Sound the trumpets! The debut of Guinevere is near. (A rhyme!) Our writers have sent the following BTS sneak peeks by royal pigeon.

First, some advice for our noble players: The story of Camelot has been told many times, and like some of our readers, the heroine of this particular story knows a little about what's coming... Paying attention to the past and future of Camelot just might help you save its present!

This makes me think that the planned villain will be someone who had something to do with Camelot's past and is back, maybe someone like Mordred. I'll talk more about this in a sec after the image

Next, check out these WIP art sneak peeks:

I think that the whole thing about paying attention to the past may be done by collecting tapestries or something like that.

This looks like it's meant to be a library or something like that. Not 100% sure on that. I am intrigued as to how Guinevere will interpret Arthurian legend and how everything will play out.

Supernatural?? Mystery?? Fantasy?? My favourite genres!!! Looking forward to seeing what they'll be. Curious as to what point in time the period piece will be set. Only one way to find out!

We know that Kiss of Death will be a crime book, so it is one I'm looking forward to, given everything we know about it so far, I think it will be a single Love Interest book.

Getaway Girls is one I'm interested to see, sounds like it will be a holiday book, but as we don't have much info on it other than it is the much awaited black-led book, I don't know what else to say about it.

Roommates with Benefits sounds like it will be a more mature book, given that this is the first we have heard of it, I can't say much else. However the font used does look similar to the Nanny Affair font.

It's the same case for First Comes Love as this is the first we have heard of it, I can't really say anything on it.

Immortal Desires is definitely my top book of all the ones releasing at the moment, I can't believe the finale is next week! Cas and Gabe are amazing Love Interests and it is a shame that it won't be getting a follow-up. The world building and lore has given an interesting world that I would like to have seen more of.

I've fallen behind on the Nanny Affair 3 and Slow Burn, so I can't say much.

I must admit, when I saw the ghost asset for Gabbie, I did wonder if Murder at Homecoming was going to have a supernatural element to it, but instead it is a grounded crime mystery that I am enjoying.

The Phantom Agent is this month's public book, I imagine it may start either next Wednesday when Immortal Desires finishes or the following Wednesday. Unfortunately no book for non-VIP in November and Surrender will see us out of 2022 as the final book of the year.

We are currently hosting our annual pbpARTy! If you haven’t yet, check out our list of art prompts for each day of October: pbpARTY Prompts. Make sure to include the hashtags #pbparty2022 and #playchoices! We always love seeing fan art, and can’t wait to see what you come up with for our spooky Choices-themed categories. And lastly, before we say goodbye, we want to know: Which upcoming book are you most excited for?

Looking forward to seeing what amazing art pieces come up this month from these!

So that's it for this month. Looking forward to the upcoming books and what else will be announced.

Hope everyone is doing well.

Keep safe!

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