#The Dead Wip Society

[mega-aulover]

Week 44 of 2024

Welcome NOVEMBER

We're less than 7 weeks away from the end of the year!

This week I wrote 1171 words for the hurricane relief fic. If you haven’t yet signed up or would like to donate click on this link and find out more information on @fandomsunited4hr

How did you guys do?

[rememberatyourperil]

Neil flings himself onto his bed with a sound that's half laughter, half a contented sigh. "God, I love soccer." He grins across at Todd, that goofy grin that's almost too big for his fine-boned face, the exuberance practically bursting out of him. "Can't imagine why you'd want to switch to rowing instead. Sitting and shivering in a wet boat, getting yelled at by Nolan? Where's the fun in that?"

Something is building in Todd's chest. He could simply crumple it into a ball and squash it down, continue to ignore it, but he realises he doesn't want to; he wants to trust Neil with this.

"I - I never told you why I left Balincrest."

[thiamblogger]

"all that's left is the manuscript-"

my own personal manuscript.. full of anderperry fanfiction.

[good--merits-accumulated]

it's wip wednesday!

I leave for uni tomorrow and have done very little work on anything as a result, but here's some more of the Martian AU - Neil and Todd have finally met by this point!

[solaceink]

I need a minute to scream out my lungs from frustration. I need an hour to cry out my stress. I need a day to calm myself down. I need a second to breathe. I need a minute to relax. I need a hour to think. I need a day to rest. I need a moment because lately life has been throwing me off balance with back to back wrecking balls and I’m just barely picking myself up before the next one hits. -Eve Hallows/Autumn Owens

[dawniight]

feeling active today so here’s a snippet of my dead poets society 1920s Hollywood au that I’ve been working on:

Todd Anderson, with his grey wide trousers and tweed jacket too hot for the California sun, strolls with his small leather suitcase down Sunset Boulevard. He picks up yesterday’s paper along the way, and skims the front cover story - an interview with the breakthrough actor Neil Perry - and chuckles to himself at the bitter tone set by the sub-heading.

“The never nostalgic Neil Perry perplexes the simple American mind,” Todd reads aloud in a murmur, shaking his head and folding the paper underneath his armpit.

Emboldened in big, square letters on an equally big and square building are the words ‘Keating Motion Picture Company’. Todd, after running his hand through his hair as he passes a coffee shop window, strides into this building, grateful for the wave of air conditioning that greets his shaky hands. He’s all too aware of everyone and everything, from the way a man’s squeaky shoes scuffle across the floor to the wide-eyed blond guy by the door, adjusting his glasses as he gazes at a clipboard. It’s busier than he thought it would be.

It takes him a few seconds to register the front desk, where a lady with glasses sits scribbling on a notepad. Her robin red nail polish - painted on each finger in between the tip of the nail and the semi-circle at its base - is stark against the black telephone, and she sighs into it, frustrated, as she crosses out her writing harshly. Todd decides to wait in front of her, trying to seem nonchalant as he nods in her direction. Instead, he gets a concerned look, and the phone is put down.

“The toilets are on the second door to your left.”

“Oh, no,” Todd wonders if he really does look that nervous, “I mean, yes they are there but I wasn’t asking for the toilets.”

“Oh,” the lady stares at him passively for a moment. Todd thinks he gets this cue.

“I’m here to see Mr John Keating,” he pauses, then realises, “my name— name is Todd Anderson.”

[hoje--aqui]

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first | next part

✨✨✨Some WIP progress!!!!

I'm really excited about it because it's not really pretentious, but I really love this fic, so they're special in that way. This is my first digital art in a while and also my first webtoon portrait.

And also, my ATYD project is on hold until I get more confidence to start illustrating (and manage to buy some supplies). So this is parallel, hopefully this born lovely as the fic I was inspired by.

next part

[rainstormraven]

Why are there almost no DPS aus where Neil is a vampire? I just watched My Best Friend is a Vampire and now I can't get the idea out of my head.

[rrcenic]

at rehearsals so i won’t finish this tonight but neil perry wip :)

[mega-aulover]

Week

So I found out I had Covid on Monday of this week. It's the first time I ever had Covid & I felt like I got hit with a mack-truck. I had planned on writing more, but couldn't. Thankfully I was able to write last Saturday, I wrote 3,218 for Everlarked Ever After : A Cinderella Story.

Happy August...how did you guys do?

[trobeds]

ivy writing dead poets society fanfiction in the good year of our lord 2023? you bet your ass!!!!

heres a snippet from a fic im writing rn, working title: its always colder on your own <3

[rememberatyourperil]

He lifts the crown from his head and places it on the windowsill. Puck’s magic can do nothing for him now.

Softly – so as not to wake his parents – he makes his way downstairs for the last time, the wooden floor cold and unyielding under his feet as if to mock how little trace his life will leave behind it as it burns out. An encomium in the school paper if he’s lucky. His photograph in the cabinet alongside the dead faces of the last century. Because we are food for worms, lads.

He wonders what Keating’s reaction will be; probably disappointment, if anything. Just another adult who expected more of him than he had to give, who saw excellence where there has only ever been wretched mediocrity. Here lies Neil Perry: all that glisters is not gold.

[good--merits-accumulated]

sometimes the brain worms get you and you start writing a secret life of walter mitty anderperry au

[snaplight-anxiety]

I cannot decide bc i love them all equally, so;

[bproccoli]

Anderperry Past Life AU

Year 2009

Roommates Todd Anderson and Neil Perry grow fascinated with a group of former Welton Academy students who called themselves the Dead Poets Society after discovering that they shared both names and faces with two of the club's members.

Journal Entries Entry #0

[wipbigbang]

ART PINCH-HITTERS STILL NEEDED!

I finally went through the list and the remaining fics had no art posted to Tumblr or Dreamwidth, and no art embedded in the fic or linked to it in the notes. Please use the form here to claim a fic to make art for if you're interested! It's first come, first serve, so check the actual list here to see what's been taken.

Links lead to the WIPBB posts for the stories so you can get more information on them directly from the bragging rights the authors posted.

02. Dead Poets Society - Spotlight 04. Disney's Descendants - Nothing in this world by myself to protect me 05. Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X - Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light! 06. It (2017/2019) - faraway look 09. MDZS/The Untamed - An Old Cardboard Produce Box for a Cradle 10. MDZS/The Untamed - Consequences 12. MDZS/The Untamed - Pas de Deux 14. Men's Hockey RPF - try to catch the sun 16. One Piece - Caught in the Web 17. Rules of Engagement/Teen Wolf - A Tale of Two Timmies 19. Star Trek Novels (Beyer)/Star Trek Prodigy/Star Trek Voyager - The Universe to Mend 21. Star Wars Prequel Trilogy - I just want to go home