my life gets kind of boring, need something that i can confess
Snagged from artemis_sparksartemis_sparks/all of tumblr because my WIPs are just not moving anywhere.
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A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE / GAME OF THRONES
001. like puzzle pieces from the clay
But she does take it upon herself to educate Arya, acting as the almighty big sister, her chin tipped upward proudly as she explains that Jon is not their real brother, he’s only half, their half brother.
Arya looks equal parts unimpressed and intrigued. “You can’t be half a brother,” she argues.
“Yes, you can.” Sansa rolls her eyes. “We have the same father but not the same mother as Jon, so half of our parents are the same.”
Arya is lost in thought. She looks sad. “Who’s his other half then?” she wonders softly.
Sansa sighs. Her sister doesn’t understand.
002. god left the ground (to circle the earth)
The godswood at Winterfell seemmy s to be as old as time, but beyond that unfathomable sense of history that engulfs the land, there is a sense of a joyful peace. He smells it when he wakes up, the scent of bread baking freshly and the boyish scent of Robb’s sweat when Robb comes to get him and drag him outside. He tastes it in the sips of wine that they sneak and the sweetbreads and even the dirt that gets in his mouth when Robb beats him in a fight during their arms training. He can even touch it - there is a warmth in the walls of the castle.
He hears it in little Rickon’s baby giggles, in the notes of Lady Catelyn’s voice when she speaks to her children, in Bran’s laughter when Arya teases him. And he sees it everyday, in Robb’s northern strength, in Arya’s Stark features, in Rickon’s childish glee, in Bran’s ease as he hops from walls, in Sansa’s quiet beauty.
GLEE
001. untitled quinn-ish fic, shades of santana/quinn/brittany
It’s springtime and balmy and beautiful, so Quinn sheds her uniform and wears shorts and a silky tank top instead. She lets her hair down, curling against her shoulders.
Santana gives her a once-over when she arrives from her perch on Puck’s lap. “Looking kind of like a babe, Q,” she says out of the corner of her mouth, tilting her plastic cup back toward her mouth and swallowing the rest of its contents. Brittany, off to the side but still in Santana’s general orbit (or maybe Santana is in hers, Quinn is damned if she knows), is trying to have a dance competition with Mike Chang.
Finn stamps a perfect kiss right onto her temple. “My girl looks beautiful.”
She puts a steady hand to his chest - good Christian girls don’t drink, don’t fuck, don’tfallinlovewithgirls - and smiles angelically. “Your girl will be right back, ’kay?”
002. untitled; santana-centric
She did not dwell on their first kiss (drunk and heady and laughter slipping from Brittany’s mouth into her own) or the first time Brittany had slipped a hand underneath Santana’s skirt (and she’d gasped and practically sobbed and needed so much, wanted so much - and Brittany had given it to her). If her heart skips beats during Cheerios practice it’s just from exhaustion, and its coincidence that her eyes are following Britt’s hips. The feeling she gets when Brittany says her name softly, strokes her hair tenderly, touches her like she means something…there might not be an explanation or an excuse but it isn’t something an hour in the back of Puck’s car can’t fix.
Santana sees what she wants to see and she un-sees the rest and the world is laid out at her feet that way.
003. untitled; part of a gg/glee crossover series
Santana gets drunk and spends her Thursday evening at the Hudson-Hummel house, crying to Kurt’s new boyfriend (who is still wearing his school uniform at eight o’clock at night; what the hell is that about?).
“You don’t get it,” she tells him. She can’t remember his name, it’s Bob and Blake or something. “I’m not gay, I just - ” She scowls. “Your hair is weird.”
“She has feelings for Brittany,” Kurt tells New Boyfriend over Santana’s head. “It’s common knowledge that they’ve been…”
“Fucking.”
Kurt winces. “I was going to say physically intimate, Santana.”
“Quinn went to New York and when she came back she didn’t love Puck anymore, and I don’t know if you realize that Puck is like my bro, so what if I go to New York and Brittany - ” Her face crumples. “Brittany has a stupid boyfriend.”
GOSSIP GIRL
001. untitled; set in The Hunger Games universe
The smell of blood invades his senses slowly, slipping into his dream, turning the world a dark, deathly red, startling him awake.
Instinctively, he looks across the room, seeking out his sister, needing to be assured of her safety. It takes several seconds for him to remember that they no longer live in their small, two room cottage, but in a mansion with more rooms than they could ever have use for. He scrambles out of his bed, one of his feet momentarily caught in the sheets.
The scent is even thicker in the hallway. When he inhales, it coats his tongue with something metallic, and he almost gags. It’s only about ten steps to his sister’s room but it stills feels like too long, and his heart seems to pause in his chest when he touches her doorknob, turning it.
002. dance on the courthouse lawn
When he spots her, he gives her a curious look, his eyes flickering over her face, and it makes her notice those eyes of his - they’re almost pretty, a nice blue just a shade or two lighter than her own.
“Hey,” she says easily. “You must be the new kid.”
He blinks. “Kid?” he repeats. He looks her over again, and his gaze is more appraising this time, his eyes finding their way to her breasts and her legs before they settle on her face again. “Unless you look incredibly young for your age, I don’t think you should be going around calling people kid.”
She grins, tying her hair up into what she hopes is a quasi-neat bun. “You’re straight out of law school, aren’t you? That makes you a kid.”
He shakes his head slightly, looking like he’s tempted to smile back at her. “No way are you older than me.”
“You’re right,” she agrees, touching her hair one last wary time before she finally gives up. “By all logic, I’m younger than you.” She holds out her hand for him to shake. “Serena van der Woodsen.”
003. chapter 6 of you and i are a story (that never gets told)
Blair actually lets out a little scream, and immediately brings a hand up to cover her mouth, lips clamped shut tightly. She stays still, completely frozen, waiting to hear the wails of a toddler, but they never come. The tension seeps out of her shoulders slowly - Lilah is still asleep, thank god, because her hands are shaking too much to pick up a little girl and comfort her right now - but her eyes remain wide and fixed on the ugly, terrible, way-too-large stain of blood on the pale blue bedsheets.
She fumbles for her Blackberry and scrolls through her contacts until she hits Nate's name, but she knows right away that she can't call Nate right now. She has to be his support, he can't be hers. He's dealing with much bigger things, and she needs to stay in this house and take care of his daughter and not bother him with panicked phone calls.
She scrolls up and hits the button to dial and her throat seems to swell as the line rings and rings and rings.
"Humphrey." Apparently that's how he answers his phone now, which she would honestly find borderline hilarious in any other circumtances, but right now all she can do is clutch her phone to her ear and breathe. There's a pause, during which he must check the caller ID, and then he says, "Blair? Hello?"
"Do people - " She blurts two words out and then stops herself, reining in nervous laughter. "Women don't still die in childbirth," she says firmly, refusing to phrase it as a question. "That doesn't happen now, not with modern medicine. It's impossible."
004. baby, just say yes; serena interlude to you and i are a story (that never gets told)
They’re in a car on the way to the airport, trying to catch the flight that will take them to Tobago for their five-day honeymoon, and she’s giggling like a thirteen-year-old, still in her wedding dress, with his hands sliding underneath it, wrinkling the skirt, when she whispers, “I want another baby.”
Nate goes still, his mouth still hovering next to hers. “What?” he asks breathlessly.
And she kisses him again, smiling slowly against his lips. “Let’s make another baby,” she says softly, her lashes fluttering as she opens her eyes to look into his.
005. DBNS college!fic
“Dude, I’ve walked in on you and Serena half a dozen times,” Dan points out dryly. “You guys have sex whenever you think I’m asleep. Whatever it is, I think you can tell me.”
Nate grins sheepishly. “It wasn’t a big deal, I guess. Not really. It was just...I called her baby while we were, y’know, and she freaked out about it and started saying she wasn’t my girlfriend.”
Dan can’t help but roll his eyes. “Just because she says that, it doesn’t mean it’s true. You guys are a couple, even if you don’t say you are.”
The look on Nate’s face is an odd combination of amusement and annoyance. “Like you’re one to talk, man.”
“What? What does that mean?”
Nate rolls his eyes. “Blair.” He says her name like that says it all.
“What about Blair?”
“You and Blair. You say that you’re not a couple because you don’t do what Serena and I do, the sex and stuff, but you do every other thing couples do. You have coffee three mornings a week and you can talk about one book forever without getting bored and when you watch movies together you actually watch them. You’re dating, minus the physical stuff.”
Dan stares at him, vaguely stunned. “We are not.”
Nate makes a face and parrots back, “Just because you say that, it doesn’t mean it’s true.”
006. untitled DSB zombie apocolypse fic
Watching Serena mourn Nate might be the worst part of this whole fucking ordeal.
Dan has to drive the cab they finally end up stealing, because the girls are spoiled UES children whose mothers believe(d) that driving should be done by someone being paid to do it for you. Blair sits alone in the backseat, sleeping uncomfortably, and Serena sits up front with him.
Her lips are pressed so tightly together that they are white. There is something haunting and empty about her eyes. She flinches when he tries to take her hand.
She doesn’t cry. He kind of wishes she would.
Find any fic in progress that you have lying around your computer. Post excerpts from it. Maybe inspiration will strike.
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE / GAME OF THRONES
001. like puzzle pieces from the clay
But she does take it upon herself to educate Arya, acting as the almighty big sister, her chin tipped upward proudly as she explains that Jon is not their real brother, he’s only half, their half brother.
Arya looks equal parts unimpressed and intrigued. “You can’t be half a brother,” she argues.
“Yes, you can.” Sansa rolls her eyes. “We have the same father but not the same mother as Jon, so half of our parents are the same.”
Arya is lost in thought. She looks sad. “Who’s his other half then?” she wonders softly.
Sansa sighs. Her sister doesn’t understand.
002. god left the ground (to circle the earth)
The godswood at Winterfell seemmy s to be as old as time, but beyond that unfathomable sense of history that engulfs the land, there is a sense of a joyful peace. He smells it when he wakes up, the scent of bread baking freshly and the boyish scent of Robb’s sweat when Robb comes to get him and drag him outside. He tastes it in the sips of wine that they sneak and the sweetbreads and even the dirt that gets in his mouth when Robb beats him in a fight during their arms training. He can even touch it - there is a warmth in the walls of the castle.
He hears it in little Rickon’s baby giggles, in the notes of Lady Catelyn’s voice when she speaks to her children, in Bran’s laughter when Arya teases him. And he sees it everyday, in Robb’s northern strength, in Arya’s Stark features, in Rickon’s childish glee, in Bran’s ease as he hops from walls, in Sansa’s quiet beauty.
GLEE
001. untitled quinn-ish fic, shades of santana/quinn/brittany
It’s springtime and balmy and beautiful, so Quinn sheds her uniform and wears shorts and a silky tank top instead. She lets her hair down, curling against her shoulders.
Santana gives her a once-over when she arrives from her perch on Puck’s lap. “Looking kind of like a babe, Q,” she says out of the corner of her mouth, tilting her plastic cup back toward her mouth and swallowing the rest of its contents. Brittany, off to the side but still in Santana’s general orbit (or maybe Santana is in hers, Quinn is damned if she knows), is trying to have a dance competition with Mike Chang.
Finn stamps a perfect kiss right onto her temple. “My girl looks beautiful.”
She puts a steady hand to his chest - good Christian girls don’t drink, don’t fuck, don’tfallinlovewithgirls - and smiles angelically. “Your girl will be right back, ’kay?”
002. untitled; santana-centric
She did not dwell on their first kiss (drunk and heady and laughter slipping from Brittany’s mouth into her own) or the first time Brittany had slipped a hand underneath Santana’s skirt (and she’d gasped and practically sobbed and needed so much, wanted so much - and Brittany had given it to her). If her heart skips beats during Cheerios practice it’s just from exhaustion, and its coincidence that her eyes are following Britt’s hips. The feeling she gets when Brittany says her name softly, strokes her hair tenderly, touches her like she means something…there might not be an explanation or an excuse but it isn’t something an hour in the back of Puck’s car can’t fix.
Santana sees what she wants to see and she un-sees the rest and the world is laid out at her feet that way.
003. untitled; part of a gg/glee crossover series
Santana gets drunk and spends her Thursday evening at the Hudson-Hummel house, crying to Kurt’s new boyfriend (who is still wearing his school uniform at eight o’clock at night; what the hell is that about?).
“You don’t get it,” she tells him. She can’t remember his name, it’s Bob and Blake or something. “I’m not gay, I just - ” She scowls. “Your hair is weird.”
“She has feelings for Brittany,” Kurt tells New Boyfriend over Santana’s head. “It’s common knowledge that they’ve been…”
“Fucking.”
Kurt winces. “I was going to say physically intimate, Santana.”
“Quinn went to New York and when she came back she didn’t love Puck anymore, and I don’t know if you realize that Puck is like my bro, so what if I go to New York and Brittany - ” Her face crumples. “Brittany has a stupid boyfriend.”
GOSSIP GIRL
001. untitled; set in The Hunger Games universe
The smell of blood invades his senses slowly, slipping into his dream, turning the world a dark, deathly red, startling him awake.
Instinctively, he looks across the room, seeking out his sister, needing to be assured of her safety. It takes several seconds for him to remember that they no longer live in their small, two room cottage, but in a mansion with more rooms than they could ever have use for. He scrambles out of his bed, one of his feet momentarily caught in the sheets.
The scent is even thicker in the hallway. When he inhales, it coats his tongue with something metallic, and he almost gags. It’s only about ten steps to his sister’s room but it stills feels like too long, and his heart seems to pause in his chest when he touches her doorknob, turning it.
002. dance on the courthouse lawn
When he spots her, he gives her a curious look, his eyes flickering over her face, and it makes her notice those eyes of his - they’re almost pretty, a nice blue just a shade or two lighter than her own.
“Hey,” she says easily. “You must be the new kid.”
He blinks. “Kid?” he repeats. He looks her over again, and his gaze is more appraising this time, his eyes finding their way to her breasts and her legs before they settle on her face again. “Unless you look incredibly young for your age, I don’t think you should be going around calling people kid.”
She grins, tying her hair up into what she hopes is a quasi-neat bun. “You’re straight out of law school, aren’t you? That makes you a kid.”
He shakes his head slightly, looking like he’s tempted to smile back at her. “No way are you older than me.”
“You’re right,” she agrees, touching her hair one last wary time before she finally gives up. “By all logic, I’m younger than you.” She holds out her hand for him to shake. “Serena van der Woodsen.”
003. chapter 6 of you and i are a story (that never gets told)
Blair actually lets out a little scream, and immediately brings a hand up to cover her mouth, lips clamped shut tightly. She stays still, completely frozen, waiting to hear the wails of a toddler, but they never come. The tension seeps out of her shoulders slowly - Lilah is still asleep, thank god, because her hands are shaking too much to pick up a little girl and comfort her right now - but her eyes remain wide and fixed on the ugly, terrible, way-too-large stain of blood on the pale blue bedsheets.
She fumbles for her Blackberry and scrolls through her contacts until she hits Nate's name, but she knows right away that she can't call Nate right now. She has to be his support, he can't be hers. He's dealing with much bigger things, and she needs to stay in this house and take care of his daughter and not bother him with panicked phone calls.
She scrolls up and hits the button to dial and her throat seems to swell as the line rings and rings and rings.
"Humphrey." Apparently that's how he answers his phone now, which she would honestly find borderline hilarious in any other circumtances, but right now all she can do is clutch her phone to her ear and breathe. There's a pause, during which he must check the caller ID, and then he says, "Blair? Hello?"
"Do people - " She blurts two words out and then stops herself, reining in nervous laughter. "Women don't still die in childbirth," she says firmly, refusing to phrase it as a question. "That doesn't happen now, not with modern medicine. It's impossible."
004. baby, just say yes; serena interlude to you and i are a story (that never gets told)
They’re in a car on the way to the airport, trying to catch the flight that will take them to Tobago for their five-day honeymoon, and she’s giggling like a thirteen-year-old, still in her wedding dress, with his hands sliding underneath it, wrinkling the skirt, when she whispers, “I want another baby.”
Nate goes still, his mouth still hovering next to hers. “What?” he asks breathlessly.
And she kisses him again, smiling slowly against his lips. “Let’s make another baby,” she says softly, her lashes fluttering as she opens her eyes to look into his.
005. DBNS college!fic
“Dude, I’ve walked in on you and Serena half a dozen times,” Dan points out dryly. “You guys have sex whenever you think I’m asleep. Whatever it is, I think you can tell me.”
Nate grins sheepishly. “It wasn’t a big deal, I guess. Not really. It was just...I called her baby while we were, y’know, and she freaked out about it and started saying she wasn’t my girlfriend.”
Dan can’t help but roll his eyes. “Just because she says that, it doesn’t mean it’s true. You guys are a couple, even if you don’t say you are.”
The look on Nate’s face is an odd combination of amusement and annoyance. “Like you’re one to talk, man.”
“What? What does that mean?”
Nate rolls his eyes. “Blair.” He says her name like that says it all.
“What about Blair?”
“You and Blair. You say that you’re not a couple because you don’t do what Serena and I do, the sex and stuff, but you do every other thing couples do. You have coffee three mornings a week and you can talk about one book forever without getting bored and when you watch movies together you actually watch them. You’re dating, minus the physical stuff.”
Dan stares at him, vaguely stunned. “We are not.”
Nate makes a face and parrots back, “Just because you say that, it doesn’t mean it’s true.”
006. untitled DSB zombie apocolypse fic
Watching Serena mourn Nate might be the worst part of this whole fucking ordeal.
Dan has to drive the cab they finally end up stealing, because the girls are spoiled UES children whose mothers believe(d) that driving should be done by someone being paid to do it for you. Blair sits alone in the backseat, sleeping uncomfortably, and Serena sits up front with him.
Her lips are pressed so tightly together that they are white. There is something haunting and empty about her eyes. She flinches when he tries to take her hand.
She doesn’t cry. He kind of wishes she would.