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The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

thank you so much @england-would-fall @luainthewild and @tailsbeth-writes for the tags! Following the rules for once and going with just one line:

“Just a spoiled little prince in a castle who never had to use a microwave to make his own tea.”

tagging: @henrysfox @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @lfg1986-2 @onthewaytosomewhere

@agostobuwan @duchessdepolignaca03 @piratefalls @priincebutt +anyone who wants to, this is an open tag! (if i forgot you don't be mad, i am not myself today lol)

I don't want to write fic that's "good", I want to write a fic that hits someone's id so hard it changes their brain chemistry.

firstprince + hands

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

happy wednesday, friends! hope everyone's having a great week <3 it's the return of the flames banner!

thank you so much for the tags @luainthewild @o0anapher0o @piratefalls @duchessdepolignaca03 @onthewaytosomewhere! can't wait to get to your words!

listen, this is not new or surprising news, but I am living in my tummy fic universe. it is in my head rent free. and so i'm forcing everyone to come along with me (threatening but affectionate). this week i'm working on a more explicit companion fic to the original, involving some lots of teasing and dom-my Alex and i'm really really excited about it >:) it's still early, so nothing too crazy yet, but here's a bit from that:

Henry turns back and sees Alex sitting up and grinning at him as he shoves a bookmark in his novel and pushes it onto the coffee table. “You’re sleeping.”  “I was, until some flaxen-haired vixen kissed me. Get over here.” Alex quirks one eyebrow at him and fuck, Henry’s his, hook, line and sinker.  Henry goes over to the couch and climbs up, sitting in Alex’s lap. He can’t help but notice the tiny grunt that falls from Alex’s lips acknowledging the weight of Henry atop him. It brings a soft flush to his cheeks, knowing that Alex can feel every ounce of him pressed into his own body. Henry kisses Alex hungrily, nibbling on his lower lip gently. “Missed you,” he says softly into Alex’s mouth. Alex slides his hands over Henry’s hips, holds him steady. 

open tag as always, but also tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @tailsbeth-writes @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead

@lfg1986-2 @agostobuwan @typicalopposite @bitbybitwrites @doublecheekedkinard and

@priincebutt

(& @cemm1966 idk if you write but i know you will be interested in this!)

sigh, here's the tea y'all: I was p much convinced I was not going to do a WIP Wednesday today. I'm not mentally in it, I'm feeling run down and useless, and my ability to write has gone out the window as of right now. But I found this lil snippy at the end of a doc, waiting to be incorporated into it's home, and I thought I'd share the last line I'd written for wip Wednesday. Thank you forever to @theprinceandagcd , @firenati0n , @piratefalls , @duchessdepolignaca03 , @thesleepyskipper

@onthewaytosomewhere , and @heysweetheart-writes for the tags, y'all are real ones and I appreciate you guys so much <3 (p.s. are tags still broken?? I tried to break it up into five I hope it works)

Henry falls in love with Alex who wears glasses, and Alex who studiously hunches over his desk into the late night until Henry has to pry him and ply him with sweet kisses, convincing him to come to bed.

Since it's so late I'm going to leave this tag open, and say plz tag me if you take it! <3

Thank you for the tag @firenati0n and @piratefalls and everyone who has tagged me on this in the last couple of weeks! I’ve not been in the best space to participate in these things (and tbh still not), but I so appreciate it 🥰

Just sharing a snippet of the latest chapter of Rule Britannia, my long fic and labour of love. Chapter 18 comes with the long-awaited introduction of Percy Okonjo!

As always, if reading RB for the first time (or repeat time?), mind the tags (which include tw: dub-con and implied/discussions assault). There are specifics

“Well, Henry said I should trust you,” Alex offered.

“You shouldn’t trust anyone in Henry’s orbit,” Percy warned, his bright smile suddenly turning a little shark-like, though his eyes glimmered with amusement. “He makes bad men of us all.”

Alex’s brows shot up. “What did he make you do?”

“Oh nothing. At least nothing he asked for directly,” Percy said, once again shrugging, as he set his tea down. “The question is, darling, what wouldn’t I do for our darling Henry?”

No pressure tags for @priincebutt @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @mudbloodpotter05 @taste-thewaste @bigassbowlingballhead @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thesleepyskipper @sparklepocalypse

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to everyone for the tags over the last few weeks (i will tag back under the cut). <3 appreciate the shouts!

here is a snip from the doc i have affectionately named nolan!alex / murphy!henry fuck around and find out, the actor au...collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers YEEHAW! pls forgive any editing errors <3

Alex's eyes are hot as he blinks back tears, Henry's profile blurring and distorting. “Tu me manques, remember? You kept saying that and I kept going ‘Oh, he's so hot when he's speaking French’ like the idiot I am. But I looked it up and it's not just ‘I miss you’, is it? It’s fucking ‘you are absent from me’, like a piece of me belongs to you, a part of you that’s mine. Why would you—why the fuck would you whisper this to me so earnestly every time you think I can’t hear you, and then turn around and pull this shit? Are you embarrassed by us, by me? Is the piece of me you have not enough?” Henry stands in front of him, eyes a little distant and haunted, fingers flexing at his sides. His silence cuts Alex to the fucking core, lances through him and gets him square in his traitorous little heart. A fickle thing, love is. Will he ever be enough for someone? Alex steels himself to say the words he’s been holding back, the words that have been pushing up behind his teeth for months, making his gums ache and jaw tingle.  “I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Henry. I deserve better. And I think you do, too. You just won’t allow yourself to see that, and it’s killing me.”

xoxo roop

+ no pressure tags under the cut and open tag as usual <3

@ninzied @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin

@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites @dumbpeachjuice

@anchoredarchangel @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew

@tintagel-or-cockleshells @sherryvalli @lizzie-bennetdarcy @heysweetheart-writes @onward--upward

@celeritas2997 @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes

@14carrotghoul @cultofsappho @alasse9 @nontoxic-writes @kiwiana-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls @ships-to-sail @indestructibleheart @mikibwrites

@porcelainmortal @captainjunglegym @itsmaybitheway @tailsbeth-writes @welcometololaland

@adreamareads @duchessdepolignaca03 @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd

I mean, I am here for a 1950s AU fevered dream fic!

Fic title: Mmmbop (Ba duba dop doo doooo)

(sorry, lol)

I have a feeling this is a reference and… and I’m drawing a big ol’ blank 😅

I have a feeling this would be a really strange 1950s AU fever dream that I definitely wouldn’t be able to write.

I.. this feels lame and I’m sorry!

SENTENCES SUNDAY

I wasn't tagged (yet) but i'm getting ahead of the curve because i'm just hype to post this honestly 🥴

Please have some cat dad alex 🐈‍⬛

"Like a date?" He rushes out at last. "Like a date, yes," Henry nods slowly, levelling Alex with a serious look. "Yes," Alex responds, quickly this time, "yeah, I want that." And it feels like he's answered the question he didn't know he'd been waiting to answer his whole life. He said yes. "O-okay," the look of surprise on Henrys face, maybe a little more than that, sends him into a fit of giggles that hiccup out of him and Henry can't help but follow suit, his nose scrunching so adorably that Alex almost sobers. He holds out his hand. Henry looks at it for a moment, confused. "Phone." Alex demands as though it was obvious, making a gimmie motion with his fingers, "i'm giving you my number, I refuse to set up a date with you through Twitter DM's like some hookup." For the briefest interval, Alex thought Henry was going to refuse but his nose wrinkles in disgust at Alex's words and his phone is in his hand, opened to add new contact. He fills in the name "ACD 🐈‍⬛" and hovers his thumb over the save button, looking up at Henry, squinting- "You don't just want me for my pussy, right?" He makes sure to watch Henry go through all seven stages of grief before he presses save and hands the phone back to him.

Tags entirely without expectation: @bigassbowlingballhead @gayhoediaz @taste-thewaste @firstprincehornyramblings

raise your hand if you reread fic comments when you’re having a bad day

those kind words can make all the difference sometimes

It's Wednesday, and I'm about to be annoyed at Tumblr's five tags per paragraph thing while I'm thanking: @cactusdragon517, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @bigassbowlingballhead, @captainjunglegym, @thinkof-england,

@priincebutt, @cha-melodius, and @kiwiana-writes for the tags!

My tag is open as always; I'm cold-calling @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @duchessdepolignaca03, @vanillahigh00, and @whimsymanaged today!

Today, you'll meet a few of the minor OCs from my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, Meet Me on the Other Side, featuring bounty hunter Alex and runaway prince Henry in the Old West:

Alex greets several of Madam Holleran’s charges as he puts away his breakfast and coffee. Billie saunters in from exercising the horses wearing her customary daytime duds of a split skirt and pintuck blouse, throwing a wink in Alex’s direction. Therese and Annie stumble downstairs all wrapped up in one another like they always are, Therese playing idly with the end of Annie’s braid as they wait for Charlene to bring a pot of Arbuckles out of the whorehouse’s small kitchen. 

Once he’s finished eating, Alex sets his dishes on the sideboard and heads for the office behind the storeroom. The door is closed, so he knocks and waits.

After a moment, the office door swings open, and Jie exits. Jie is a broad, 6’4” man in his late twenties who’d come over from Shandong, China, to work on the Southern Pacific Railroad. He’d stuck around once the construction finished when he’d discovered that the brothel was more lucrative and less physically demanding than fixing rail ties.

(Or, as Jie had put it one day over whiskey, “Better to get hammered on my back until the john’s broke than to hammer in ties until my back’s broke.”)

Jie gives him a long, appreciative look, then steps to the side. “All yours, tiánxīn.”

From within, Alex hears the sound of paper shuffling, then a drawer opening and shutting, and Madam Holleran calls, “Come on in.”

Alex removes his hat and steps into the office, closing the door behind him.

happy wednesday, friends <3 4.17.24

thank you so much for the tags @eusuntgratie @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt @piratefalls @agostobuwan

@doublecheekedkinard & @bigassbowlingballhead! i have been enjoying your words so much today!

today I'm sharing some more from @england-would-fall's birthday fic, which has morphed this week from a birthday one-shot to a birthday multi-chapter fic because part 1, 'winter', is already at 3200 words and i'm halfway through! anyway, here's a little bit of fluff of Alex seeing Henry for the first time:

A booth on his right catches his eye and he turns, pushes his way through the people as gingerly as he can. He mutters hurried ‘excuse me’s, still unable to grasp the New York manners of moving yourself where you wanted to go with no apologies. He makes it to the booth and runs his fingers over the jars of spices, his eyes lighting up at the several different types of cinnamon in front of him.  He’s deciding between the Chinese cinnamon and the Korintje cinnamon—who is he kidding, he’s going to end up with both of them—when Alex looks up and sees him. He’s at the booth next door, one that sells oversized lights shaped like stars. Small tufts of blond hair peek out from beneath a beanie, and he’s dressed in a smart black peacoat and a pair of dark-wash jeans. The decorative lights have lit him up from behind, bathing him in an almost ethereal glow. His cheeks are pink, kissed by the frigid cold weather, and tiny melted snowflakes are sprinkled across his eyelashes, sparkling like tears in the lights. His lips are slightly parted, and Alex watches as his eyes rove over the decorative lights, as his fingers reach out and touch one of them so gently, as his breath escapes in tiny puffs in the evening air.  He’s the most beautiful man that Alex has ever seen. He is desperate to touch those fingers, to feel the warmth of those lips on his jaw, his neck. He wants to crawl inside that peacoat and feel the way his heart beats. He wants to push that hat off his head and rearrange the blond hair underneath that he just knows is beautifully tousled. Instead he is over here staring at him like a loon, probably drooling on the jar of cinnamon clutched in his damp-gloved hand. 

tagging: @england-would-fall @luainthewild @henrysfox @duchessdepolignaca03 @stratocumulusperlucidus

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @tailsbeth-writes @bitbybitwrites @magicandarchery @lfg1986-2

NICHOLAS GALITZINE Mary & George Episode 1 "The Second Son"

Six(-ish) Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @jmagnabo92 and @duchessdepolignaca03!

Sooooo while I should be working on my RBB fic, instead I heard a song that was so perfectly Alex POV I immediately developed a backstory while driving and had to get this out of my head. It's half written already, so here's a little snippet...

Honestly, it’s still a shock to Alex that Henry even still works here, after two years of practically skipping through the halls, acting like he’s trying to win the award for being the world’s most pleasant human. Investment banking is a cutthroat world and Alex thrives on being the fucking best of the best. No matter who he has to take down in the process or how many hours he has to work in the week. Henry probably got this job because his grandmother plays croquet with the CEO or something insanely nepotistic like that.