Screenshot of writing on Ellipsus which reads as follows: The Decepticon cause was not the only thing that Deadlock was dedicated to. While the cause gave him purpose, gave him something to strive for, gave him a place to belong - where he didn't have to starve, where he was considered an equal, where he could put his skills to good use - there was something - some mech - that gave him hope. Gave him life worth living. Megatron invited him for a drink. It's an opportunity Deadlock doesn't waste. He's heard of Megatron doing this for others from rumors - but it's not happened for a long time. There were guards posted but they're dismissed. Megatron either trusted Deadlock, or knew that his guards would be no match. "What would you like to know?" Megatron questioned, nursing his drink, watching Deadlock with those fiery optics that first inspired his passion. "Teach me everything." Deadlock responded, spark swirling inside him like the energon in his glass. A pause, a glance. "Everything you're willing." Megatron hummed, taking in his high grade as Deadlock stood and bowed low. He's young but not aimless. Not anymore. "And if I'm willing to teach you everything?"

I got a writing request for Megatron/Deadlock on strawpage and I'll be honest chat: I haven't read any fic with deadlock so my view of him is (maybe?) untainted by fandom. I know I said "blurbs" but I kinda got into it lol. So hope this WIP will keep you satisfied for now

#wipfic #TFfic #MarqWrites

Screencap of a Word document with white text on a balck background. The text reads: “There is no one else.” Bruce pulls Clark’s head back by his hair again so he can look Clark in the eye, watching the way his pupils dilate from the force of the action. “Look at me. There could never be anyone else.” Bruce doesn’t normally favour absolute statements. They don’t leave room for adaptation, for contingency- but then, there are some absolutes he’s lived by for his entire life. He can’t think of a single reason why Clark shouldn’t be one of them. End description.

this #superbat wip isn't close to finished yet, but sometimes you write an absolute banger of a paragraph and you gotta post it SOMEWHERE #fanfiction #wipfic

The end is near.

I can't wait to finish it. 3 chapters left to write : Call 64, and 2 more.

then editing, and publishing!

"Alex is a telemarketer and Henry is lonely"

#wipfic

#25dayssnippetchallenge
Day 15: A confession

Well. Sort of.

#Durge #Astarion #bg3fanfic #bg3queer #wip #wipfic #wipsnippet

Ya, more sex

#durgetash #bg3 #wipfic

The actual smut part begins, with just an outline for now. Hop boy, wish me luck folks

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Bluuurrrgh, I swear atp I’m just padding to avoid writing the actual smut loll.

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Okay, I forgot to mention this before: this is Xandros & God Gale wip; there is some spanking and a bit of toxicity. It hints at nsfw sexy times ahead.
#bg3 #bg3fanfiction #gale #godgale #xandros #wipfic

This is a snippet of my WIP fic of Astarion and Rach. He's been away for three months and is coming home, missing his dearest.
#bg3 #bg3fanfiction #astarion #rach #wipfic

"You cunt." Oliver's voice wasn't whiny any more. It was harsh, cold, and Felix cracked an eye open to see Ollie craning his neck to stare daggers at him. He was so red that Felix was worried about his blood pressure, chest fluttering rapidly with each shallow breath, but Ollie had gone arctic. "You selfish, shallow, useless cunt. You're a waste of fucking skin, you spoilt… You can't do this to me, you can't even wash your own fucking clothes right, you posh wanker." Felix freed his fingers with a wet pop, raising his eyebrows at Oliver. "You're, uh… Oh fuck, you're really mean, Olls." "And you're a- a-" "And I'm not a wanker, am I? I'm certainly not wanking you off any time soon." Felix was inordinately pleased by the way Oliver's upper lip lifted in a little snarl. It was adorable, like a kitten trying to hiss and make itself look big. It wouldn't work, of course it wouldn't, and it only spurred Felix on. If he moved with more of a roll he could grind against Oliver a little more purposefully, really put pressure on the very root of his cock, hoping he was still extra sensitive from the day before. He had to be, right? Felix had properly given it to him, not to mention that line about knocking him up- it dragged Felix's words out needily, his voice deepening. "Not gonna… Oh, Christ, not going to reward that sort of… Behaviour…"

... Ollie knows how to go for maximum emotional damage, oops.

#fic #wipfic #fanfic #ao3 #writingwip #smutfic

The first is an Estinaud commission that I ended up refunding back because I felt awful for taking so long (asker was super cool about it). One day I do want to finish it.

2 and 3 are for a Sebaciel vampire AU. One day…

4th is from a Hades/Zagreus piece I never got around to finishing.

#WIPfic