#The Dead Wip's Society

[mega-aulover]

Week 27 of 2024

Happy JULY!!!

Okay we are half way through the year and I can't believe I wrote 4,429 words for an Everlarked Ever After - A Cinderella Story. I'm actually editing to hopefully post this weekend.

How are you guys doing?

[lemonluvgirl]

I am not sure what week we are on but,

I wrote 922 words for chapter 33 of Promise Me, Little Brother. 

[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."

[veggiesforpresident]

i wanna talk about my dead poets society AU too - its a canon divergent AU where mr keating doesnt get hired so the movie events dont happen. neil and todd are friendly as roommates but not close, neil invites todd out to things but todd always declines. they get thru hellton and go their own ways. todd does community college, maybe taking some english classes, and decides to do community theater on the side. surprise - mr keating is the director! but theres an emergency with mr keatings sister so he has to go home, and when they ask if anyone knows someone who can direct, todd remembers how neil really liked theater, so he finds him in the phonebook and calls him up...

[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!

[glitteredbubbles]

Why must I always have so many WIPs? I’m like Sisyphus because I’m always like “once I finish this one, I’ll be able to relax,” meanwhile I have a minimum of 5 fics waiting for me to return and complete them.

[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.”

[mega-aulover]

Week 28 of 2024

I don't care how many times I've yelled it Editing is hard. I wanted to post a chapter of An Everlarked Ever After but I got stuck editing the edits this week for a total of 735.

[hoje--aqui]

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✨✨✨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

[rememberatyourperil]

Search history when writing DPS fluff: date activities in the 50s. Welton Academy floor plan. Famous Latin love poetry.

Search history when writing anything canon-compliant: how heavy is a Smith & Wesson Model 36

[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.

[good--merits-accumulated]

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

[rrcenic]

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

[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