Tag: writing

tagged by: @padmcdala thanks ❤

tagging: @klausgoldsteins, @arrenemris, @austennerdita2533, @howeverlongs, @gooddame

rules: post a few lines of a wip. (this is a tomione/klaroline au and i really have no further explanations as to why this came to be, lol. some context: first meeting between tom and a vervain poisoned hermione, dragged to him by bellatrix as a gift of sort)

Hermione tried to stay still, force her legs not to shake from pain and fatigue, her eyes fixed on the hybrid; logic told her that she should probably avoid challenging him like that, her glare less than subdued, but instinct whispered that she shouldn’t get distracted, should keep the big, bad predator in the room always under watchful eye.

Finally, after a long careful silence, he spoke to her. “You may sit, sweetheart.”

Hermione blinked slowly. “What?”

Voldemort – just thinking his name in the privacy of her mind made her shiver – raised an eyebrow. “Sit. You can barely stand, and I can’t ask you questions if you’re unconscious or dying.”

Seeing as she was still too confused – baffled, really – to do as she was told, he sighed and turned to his Death Eater. “Abraxas, if you please?”

“Sure, Riddle.”

Hermione felt someone coming up to her from behind, then gentle hands began to carefully undo her bindings with only a soft hiss. Once her wrists were free, the Death Eater took her by her elbow and guided her towards an armchair – the same, actually, where Voldemort has sat just earlier – and she watched him as he picked up the ropes from the floor, his face frowning and his mouth twisted in a painful sneer, before he went away, leaving them alone with the door thankfully open. She didn’t know why she thought that would help her, but somehow it did.

“Now.” Her attention immediately snapped back to the hybrid, who hadn’t moved from his previous spot. “I will ask you a few questions, you will be truthful and honest, and I will let you drink some blood to cure those ugly wounds on your wrists. How is that for a deal?”

For some reasons, Hermione thought that challenging the hybrid would be a good idea. So she swallowed, and said: “I doubt I could tell you anything useful. Aren’t you always two steps ahead of everyone?”

His lips curved slowly in a smirk, and she couldn’t help but tremble.

ceeturnalia:

me: i have outlined the following plot points which need to be resolved for this project to finally be complete, and we need to move decisively down this list

characters: we would like to spend several thousand words talking about our emotions, our relationship, and our daily lives like a gay, french reboot of thirtysomething

othercat2:

jumpingjacktrash:

mujaween:

mujaween:

Published erotica: terribly written, costs money

Fanfiction on ao3: Free, isn’t affaid TO JUST USE THE WORD ‘COCK’ FFS

“His genitals, his privates, his hot length, his trobing rod, his magic meat stick-”

Me, in tears: Just say cock

published erotica: the parts that aren’t purple prose about vanilla sex are occupied by dithering and made up problems

fanfiction on ao3: the parts that aren’t sharp, clear prose about scorching kinky sex are occupied by tightly plotted suspense and slam-bang action

published erotica: not interested in the 99% of the market that’s heterosexual? that’s fine, we also have tender white middle class lesbians and slutty white middle class gay men!

fanfiction on ao3: one trans partner? both partners trans? genderswaps? how about a loving long-term threesome that does heist capers? we’ve got non-gendered angels, hermaphroditic aliens – some of whom lay eggs, if you’re into that – oh, and have i mentioned the robots –

published erotica: there, i put in a vampire, i’m such a genre rebel

fanfiction on ao3: i sent the avengers to hogwarts with the winchester brothers, i fear nothing on earth or heaven and only one thing in hell which is that my laptop will overheat in the fires of abaddon so i’ll have to write the sequel longhand

o/

reddiepop:

just-jordie-things:

petey-benjamin-parker:

evan-v-thehomosapiens-agenda:

princessbelix:

calumshood-ie:

shadhavar1126:

cinnamonrollwithit:

bellamynochillblake:

abbygrifffin:

asroarke:

amren-rhyssecond:

shenko:

omgbubblesomg:

quinnandersonwrites:

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

*slams fists on table*

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

*flips table*

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS

*Kicks chair*

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

*throws lamp across room*

HELP I NEED A FAKE BOYFRIEND FOR MY EX’S WEDDING

*rips down the curtains*

THEY’RE FAMOUS AND THEIR FANS SHIP THEM

*clutches wine glass so hard it shatters in my fist*

THEY WERE ROOMMATES

oh my god they were roommates

AND THEY PINED MUTUALLY

YOU’RE FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY AND I AM JUST A SIMPLE SERVANT

THEY BOTH HAVE A SECRET THAT RELATES

THEY ARE ENEMY AGENTS

One saves the other from an unhealthy relationship and they realize they were in love with each other the whole tiiiiiime

SSSOOOOUUUULLLMAAAAAAATES

This is the best post ever.  

johanirae:

caressthosecheekbones:

conversationswithjohnlock:

kaeltale:

namesonboats:

andordean:

a-daks:

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

Canon: and so they never met

Fanfic: here’s a funny story

Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.

Fanfic: Actually,

Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms

Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!

Canon: … and they were roommates.

Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…

Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.

Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened