Sep 27, 2025
BURROW’S BOUQUETS! / JB9 FIC GAME
WELCOME to the flower shop! this is a build your own bouquet in the style of build your own fic! it’s meant to be fun and carefree, but also spur some ideas! instructions are below. have so much fun!!
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BURROW’S BOUQUETS! / JB9 FIC GAME
WELCOME to the flower shop! this is a build your own bouquet in the style of build your own fic! it’s meant to be fun and carefree, but also spur some ideas! instructions are below. have so much fun!!
WIP Game
tagged by the fantabulous @cartwrong and @thewildballyntynesgrow an embarassing amount of time ago, but in my defense, I have not been working on much as I stare at what I called my GODDAMN YOU FIRST CHAPTERS! which is exactly what it sounds like because first chapters have become the bane of my writing existence lately so that is my excuse and I am sticking to it.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
If I did every WIP, I would have hundreds, dating back 20 years at this point. So I'll just do the MOST recent ones, again, organized by fandom because that's genius.
Tracker
The Hill I’ll Die On
Intellectual Property
All Our Tinfoil Idols
The Rookie
Shed Your Shadow and Watch it Rise
Wild Guesses at Season 9 (particularly proud of this title)
Slow Horses (only the ones I have been working on actively)
Some Dreams You Never Wake Up From
Mother and Child Reunion
Under Your Scars/Love Without Demand
Brushing at Your Fingers
Will Trent
I Will Not Ask and Neither Should You
Aphasia Will
The Institute
Counterfeit Salvation
okay but what if they had some experience in resource management AU
Young Sherlock
The Line of Ocean and Shore
All the Love You Gave to Me
Dept Q
Seed of an Idea
Be the Sun as My Witness
Honestly, just the screenshot from the list in Scrivener is easier:
Other fandoms where all I have is one WIP:
Only Bury Bones (Yellowstone)
My Threads Are Coming Loose (Best Medicine)
Steven Sees Ghosts (Haunting of Hill House)
Unlock Your Heart (9-1-1)
My OG stuff
Rue and Nate
Delilah and Samson
Tally and Lir
The Siblings
Hmm, I'm not entirely sure who is currently writing that hasn't already tagged me on this game, so whoever would like to share with the class and hype their own stuff so I can know what to ask about!
Would anyone be interested in a group BuckTommy story game? It'd be a travelling story game - did anyone else play those when they were younger? Basically, someone would start a story with two lines and then fold a piece of paper over to cover the first line. The next person only has the one line to read and they write the next line, fold the paper over to cover the line above and pass it along to the next person. You keep going until the page is full.
I think we could do this digitally and it would be fun to try! I'd send you a line of story via DM and all you'd have to do is write the next line (just one!) and send that back to me. I'd pass your line along to the next person. No one will know the full story until I put all the lines together and then we get see what hilariousness we've come up with.
Reply to this post if you want to play! Editing to add: I'm closing this for now as we have a good sized group to play with. Thank you to everyone who signed up!
Thank you so much @medeas-chari0t for this cute fanfic this or that game tag! 💛✨
You can play either as a reader or writer!
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coffee shop or florist:
What if a coffee shop working met a florist? 🤭
I would say coffee shop!
au or 'fix-it':
AU always is my answer. Love LOVE AU.
enemies to lovers or childhood friends:
My favorite tag—childhood besties.. 🥹💛
angst or fluff:
Seee…okay. Fluff PERSONALLY ( @andromedaskies is actually rolling his eyes to the back of his head.) writing angst? 👀😈
modern au or historical au:
I will gobble up such a good historical au but I will say I do tend to lean towards modern more often.
breakup and make up or proposal and wedding:
My favorite things to write are proposals. 🥹💛 I’m also not a second chances person..so so sorry.
getting together or established relationship:
Getting together is so fun!!
soul mates or unrequited feelings:
Soulmates..another TOP crowned trope. Right there next to childhood friends. *sigh*
fake dating or secret relationship:
Gimmie a GOOD historical romance where they have to keep their relationship secret? CHEFS FUCKING KISS.
obvious pining or domestic fluff:
ESPECIALLY with our firstprince babies? All ALL the obvious pining.
hurt/comfort or crack:
Crack is literally so fun. Hurt/comfort again is top three..crap that’s hard. I’ll say hurt/comfort because I love reading it and writing it. (Am I maybe writing a crack fic right now?…maybe? Will it ever see the light of day aka Ao3?…hmm.)
meet the parents or meet-cute:
Meet cute always. ✨
Have fun besties!:
@anyroomsrio @andromedaskies @dizzymisslizzie
Thanks, @604to647 for bringing up these amazing templates for Penguin Classic front covers that @saradika made!
It was a lot of fun making this for my series. I tried to keep the idea of Penguin using classic art and found some lovely pastoral paintings.
Like they said, we should make more covers for the things we've created since the templates first went around!
Show your new works some love!
Describe Your Fics Like You're Their Parent
tagged by: @carnivaley @dynamicducks @toomanyfamiliars :)
if you need me to be the villain (then maybe i am)
my modern durge fic. The wild child of the family. She rides a motorcycle with red accents, has dyed her hair, has tattoos and countless piercings, and is currently touring the world with her band that definitely isn't a money-laundering front. She has probably committed felonies but we don't ask about that.
The Sage and the Sword
The responsible oldest child, this anthology of scenes from my first playthrough with Tavv is exactly what you'd expect. She lives up to expectations, probably carries the weight of the world on her shoulders but wouldn't tell you, and is reliable but often overlooked.
Ships That Pass in the Night
One of my middle children who is out here living her best life, this Tavv AU is fun, mischievous, and looks for the adventure in the world and finds it. Cute and cheeky, and using that to get everything she wants in life.
On Stranger Shores
Quite possibly the favorite middle child, this isekai fic takes after her author in more ways than one. This leads to much arguing, because both of them are disasters, but hey, they're working through it.
University AU (name not finalized)
Another middle child who really should be receiving more attention, this AU features my isekai protagonist Lex in a modern setting. She's studious, but very very distracted by this handsome British student...
I have some foster children who I share joint custody with or perhaps they are kids who come over to my house so often they are practically family at this point. but as I haven't written anything for them yet that's finished, I'll keep them anonymous for now.
Also apologies in advance: I have not written very much for any of these, and currently nothing is posted on ao3, so apologies if I've gotten you interested and there's nothing there 😭😭😭 I'm trying to work on it, but life is life-ing at the moment.
tagging: @tociminna @theendofanerror @should-be-persephone @galesilkleaf @alleiramagic @glitterandmoondustofficial @tynithia @riddlerosehearts @ligmabhaals @kcwriter-blog @asorceresswrites @babydinosaur930 @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream
and for real, this is an open tag. do it and tag me!!!
🦮 send me a summary I already did for one of the above two, and I’ll try to write a snippet for that summary!
She drank the blood of the Vampire. The holy wafer marked her as unclean. She became Dracula, dawn after dawn. Her husband read the burial service for her. The vampires at the castle called her 'sister'. And then... it all ended.
Mina is human once more.
Title: Being Alive
The night is cold, but clear as glass. The storm had dissipated not long after its master had, leaving heavy snows upon the ground and a sharp bite in the air, but no sign of continuing weather. The stars are beautiful, here, the scenery wild and strange, but breathtakingly so. The moon hangs full overhead, lighting up the night with eerie reflections against the snow. Never before has she felt such an odd quality to light, a sense of hidden things.
The castle towers high above, a shadow made visible by the absence of starlight.
Mina is incredibly tired. Her body aches in a way that is difficult to pinpoint to any one source. She sits as the men make camp around her, wrapped up in layers and layers of rugs for warmth, and watches as they attend to the necessities of survival through the night: the Professor seeing to the horses, Dr. Seward readying a meal, and Jonathan and Arthur making fire.
In an absence of ready firewood, Jonathan has not hesitated to use the box that once held their foe. His face contorted with fury, he swings the Professor's borrowed hammer at the corners to break it further apart. Mina cannot look away from his tight grip on the tool, his shoulders flexing visibly even beneath his coat, the violence of his swing down again and again until the sturdy wood splinters apart at last.
It saves time and danger from separating to gather branches from the forest, but they will have need of some way to transport a corpse home, and this box could have served. Perhaps in the morning some of her companions can take the horses and fetch the carriage she and Dr. Van Helsing had been forced to abandon earlier. Of course, it may not be possible to get it here, down the rough hillsides - but bringing all their supplies and Mr. Morris' body up the mile or two of steep and uneven ground will be difficult as well.
Regardless of future challenges, Mina is glad of Jonathan's choice. Watching him pant with exertion as he wipes sweat from his forehead before tossing another broken slat towards the pile Arthur is using to construct a structure that will hopefully burn for hours to come, she thinks: he needed to do this. And it is right. Right that it is him to destroy the vessel which transported the Count so far, right that Mr. Morris is not left to rest even temporarily in the bed of the monster who killed Lucy.
Mina shivers despite her blankets. Her ache grows, her heart beats hard, and she watches in silence as the box is destroyed.
She doesn't remember anything of being hypnotized. She never has. And yet, each time she was informed of the information she had revealed under the influence, it had felt as though a candle lit up a dark bedroom, revealing furniture to her eyes that she had known was there all along. Nothing came as a surprise.
She does not remember waking up in that box, staring up into utter blackness and listening to the ship creak around her, waves lapping, water swirling. She does not remember the feel of the wood under her hands as she reached up to touch it, palms flat against the lid and a gleam of light upon her face. She does not remember what it was to visit into death itself, and for that box to be the coffin in which she awoke as the Vampire and saw what he saw, heard what he heard, felt what he felt, became what he was...
Mina watches Jonathan tear the box apart, and when he finishes and returns to her side, she takes his hand in hers. She can feel his pulse pounding from the exertion, the blood thrumming just under his skin. She kisses him, in the rough red center of his palm, still hot from the friction of his grip on the hammer's handle. Holds her breath there until her lungs burn.
It burns just as much to breathe in again, when she lowers his hand from her mouth. She stutters on a gasp, shivers, thinks: the night is very, very cold.