#I should finish at least some of my wips

[smblmn]

Find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

I was tagged by @jamilas-pen and @lizzie-bennetdarcy thank you so much lovelies!!! 💖💖 this is fun!

Since this is going to get very long, I'm putting everything under the cut.

@jamilas-pen words: flower, moon, crack, smart, wild

Flower (from a WIP titled gardening) “No flowers?” “I’m not much of a flower guy.” “Of course you’re not.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Oh, nothing. Just… I’ve never met a hetero guy who’s admitted to liking flowers. I guess it’s not masculine enough or whatever. But I don’t understand why you would buy a house with such a big garden just to plant tomatoes. It’s such a waste of potential.” Patrick sighs and turns to face David. “You know so much of everything, David. It’s inspiring.”

Moon (not in any of my WIPs, but it appears in 'Right in the Doorway') What Patrick has gathered from David’s various rants about the topic, is that Alexis is aware that she messed up her opportunity with Ted when she rejected him and now she’s made peace with the fact that they’re just friends. But anyone with eyes can see that’s not all there is to it. As someone who’s been on the receiving end of Alexis’ flirtation, Patrick knows that she’s not being just friendly with Ted. But she’s definitely not alone. From the outside, it’s painfully clear that Ted looks at Alexis as she hung up the moon for him.

Crack (okay, this one is very dark, but it comes from my Russian Doll AU WIP and if you've seen the show you know how it works... If not, spoiler, don't worry, David's fine) When they get to the stairs, David is distracted by Jake's hands on his hips so he doesn't see the guy about to bump into him. He loses his footing just when he's hovering over the top of the stairs and falls. The loud crack of his neck breaking is the last thing he hears before everything goes black. Well, shit.

Smart (this one is in a WIP called 'All these things that we were' in which David and Patrick meet as teens) “I just don’t understand why it doesn’t work with her! I mean, she’s perfect! she’s funny, and smart and beautiful–” “Mmm–” “What?” “Nothing, continue.” “I have nothing else to say, I just don’t understand– I know I want to have sex.” David is trying to keep his face blank but Patrick sees right through it, “okay, say what you want to say, stop making that face.” “Sorry,” he grimaces, “it’s just… are you sure you want to have sex? or is this all because that's what you’re supposed to do?” Patrick just stares at David as he continues, “because everytime you tell me that it’s not working, you get more stressed about it and get this determined expression as if someone was putting a gun in your head–” “No one is forcing me to do anything.” “You seem to be forcing yourself, Patrick.”

Wild (this one appears in a few WIPs but in sentences that don't make much sense, so I'll share a snippet from my fic 'Until we get there') “I used to be so wild…” her voice trails off, something wistful coloring her tone. “And now I’m like, thirty–”  “You’re thirty six.” “–and I’m settled and I have a steady job…” David frowns. It’s been six years since Alexis moved to New York and in that time he has never had to worry about her, at least not like he used to, because he’s always known her to be happy. Gone are the rash experiences of her younger years that David now recognizes as cries for attention, as her way to stay busy because if she stopped, she would realize how empty her life was in reality. “So?” “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot about how fucked up we were, growing up.”

@lizzie-bennetdarcy 's words: green, sea, write, life, candy

Green (this was easy, since I'm writing an AU where Patrick and David get into a green card marriage) Alexis gets suspiciously quiet for a moment but then she simply shrugs. "It actually works in Patrick's favor too. You need a partner to clean your reputation–" Oh god, she looks nervous. She’s gonna say something really stupid. "–and Patrick needs a green card.

Sea (another snippet from the green card marriage WIP) “But there’s this one with a man in front of some mountains, and there’s fog, and we can only see his back…” David immediately gets an idea of which painting Patrick is talking about and looks it up on his phone. “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog? this one?” he says, showing him the screen. “That’s the one. It feels… representative, somehow.”

Write (more from the green card marriage) “Family members.” “You’re going to hate me for this.” “Oh god… How many?” “Three of my grandparents are still alive, my mom has three siblings with their respective partners. My dad has five siblings, four of them are married.” “Okay, I need to write this down.” “Yes, you do. I have twenty five cousins.” “You’re kidding.” “And thirteen nieces and nephews.” “Oh my god.”

Life (from The Good Place AU, a WIP I don't know if I'll ever finish) "My name is Ray, follow me, please." He enters the room again and Alexis follows and sits in the chair Ray is pointing at, while he sits on the other side of a desk, facing her. He claps his hands and looks at her for a second too long, with a big smile plastered on his face. "You, Angelica Bloomfield, are dead," he says and, despite his words, the smile doesn't falter. Huh. "Um, is this like a threat or–" "Oh! No no! Not at all! I mean that you're literally dead. You had a human life and it ended.”

Candy doesn't appear in any of my WIPs or published works.

Feel free to ignore. I'm tagging @blackandwhiteandrose @carolrain @dinnfameron @distractivate @mammameesh @ramonaflow @sspaz1000 @beaiola @smallumbrella369 @noahreids @wordthieve @weathereyehorizon and anyone else who wants to play.

My words for you are: choice, light, falter, book, and ring.

[b4kuch1n]

ough brain is doing SO bad but sometimes. there are colors

[zazikels]

bruh they did not release coral island ("full" version) without even finishing a main storyline and slapping WIP in your fucking journal 💀💀💀💀💀

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.

Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke. In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor). A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people. The potion explodes. The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge. Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,

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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy

This one's in very early stages Inspired by Frankenstein Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here. Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life. One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya). Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form). The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'. Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people. the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.

in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)

[lesbianwords]

i NEED to get back into writing but it's so hard and im being so brave about it😭

[gregmarriage]

editing, my beloathed 😫

[bmpmp3]

IA 2.0 voisona test with a short version of drag on dragoon's ending B song tsukiru/exhausted :) now i can hear Lia's beautiful dulcet tones sing scary scary songs

[skrunksthatwunk]

wip as an excuse to show her off because she's cute to me but also so i can rant in the tags about The Malfunctions I Am Experiencing During This Piece

[fabdante]

WIP Meme

I was tagged by @ro-blaze!! (thank you for tagging me!!). After finally wrapping up The Grunge Band AU tm I'm completely free to work on other things, the dilemma now being I have too many things I am working on asdfghjk

The most pressing of things though is probably getting at least one of the next parts of Circumnavigators of Celestial Bodies done before the end of Zutara month so I picked a little chunk I really like from one of those (I call this one 'The Sparring One'):

But, as she assumes her starting stance across from Zuko, she see’s the middle of his chest and falters. Because that’s not how his chest used to be and she knows it. She stands limp and sees lightning and doesn’t even really hear him say her name. And Katara, feebly, asks, “does it still hurt?” Because it looks like it hurts. She’s worried that it hurts. The way the flesh is knotted with fresh scar tissue, pink and healing still. It’s been months, sure, but the scar hasn’t really had all the time to acclimate like the old one has. It’s different to, how the skin’s twisted across itself. The colors it makes. She supposes that all has to do with the fact it’s not from a traditional burn, it’s from lightning. The middle, she supposes, is more like burns she’s seen. Like the scar on his face. Or the scars on plenty of Earth Kingdom people she’s seem. Her hands, even. Scars like her friends mother back home, who’d just gotten a little too ambitious cooking by the fire and they’d all swarmed her immediately to keep the damage as light as possible but still there was damage. That sort of burn. But it splinters out from there, like roots digging into the earth. All these little lines, jutting across his skin. Rivers and streams diverging from a lake. It’s strange. She’s never seen a burn like that. She’d never treated lightning before either. That, to, she still thinks about. How he still sparked with it, how it felt to piece together his insides while it tried to get out. An animal stuck in a trap, really, unable to gnaw off its own foot. She wonders sometimes if it’s still stuck in him. Wiggling around like a fish all tied up in a net. When she looks at him, though, it occurs to her that he maybe doesn’t think about this that often. Or maybe, he does and he just…didn’t think she did.

I'm tagging @thevampireauthoress and @robinainthood ! (only if u guys want tho)

[artificer-dice]

Guess who gets to move two states away within the next month?

Like I know I've been pretty spotty with posting but I'm hoping once we're out of this waiting mode we seem to be in, and at the latest settled in, I'll hopefully have more motivation to keep y'all updated.

[candyboydeathparade]

"Pen still broken?" "Pathetic"

[krokodilesideshow]

Bro looks like he came out straight from Ceará man

[cjgladback]

Tragically, yes, this is AI. Here's the original poster's full collection of this idea (instagram user ai.artandcat -- they've done a few more carousels of this concept, too).

[nothingwronghere]

Rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Bucky Barns

DP

Eigene Dokumente

genderbend

Gondar

Gregori

Krum

Lily

Magina 2

Mars

Mercurial_Zusatz

Mirana

Nortrom

Poly

pride

Rylai_2

Secret Santa 2023

Sleeping Beauty

Star Trek

What are you doing

Yaten

Yin Yang

[mangoisms]

did a 3-act outline for arañita wip... both the first fic and the second (the sequel which is so weird to me) and i think. we are ready to begin

at a good place with my reading for tim that i think i can stop; might need to reread red robin (2009) since the story will pick up shortly immediately after that but that's fine. i'll still keep reading but it's not gonna be like. The main thing stopping me. i finished reading no man's land which was the biggest obstacle and i outlined everything so.... it is Time