#WIP Wednesday tag

[serensama]

WIP Wednesday

Literally doing this to keep my spirits up as I edit this bitch of a piece. With any luck I will be able to publish this Illarook smut by the weekend, smut gods willing <3

--- “You only seem to be good at promising the world, Illario, but you make no actual moves to deliver,” she shrugged, looking around the room for her things to get dressed. “Let’s just call it a night here. Thanks for the wine and the laughs and for keeping me company tonight, but maybe this is the Maker’s way of telling us to stop before we do something we’ll regret.” “How do you plan for anything with such little patience? And I thought I was brash. Do your companions have to hold you back at every turn, or are you just being a brat to me on purpose?”  Rook did not feign her offended expression. She had been read, and read well.  “Taash or Davrin are usually strong enough to hold me down,” she admitted, a small smile toying at the corners of her mouth. Illario smirked at her choice of words as he shuffled closer to her across the bedspread, the assassin somehow making the awkward movement still look suave. “Is that what I have to do, Rook?” he breathed out, his eyes fixed on hers. “Hold you down to make you behave?”  “They’re strong enough. You’re not.”  ---

Soft tagging (cos it's been a helluva week, right? Or is it just me?): @rookamell @jenn2d2 @nyx-de-riva @hightowerqueen @hedwigoprah @apothe-cary @mythals-whore @zombiefishgirl @woundedsoul12 @pixiedurango @davrinsleftpectoral @ofcrowsanddragons @himluv @thedissonantverses @trash-nerd @gingervitus and anyone who wants to play along <3

[hedwigoprah]

WIP Wednesday Tag

Tagged by @serensama thank you!!

I've been avoiding writing this week but I managed to get out like 1000 words, could be worse. Chapter 9, ya'll. I'm trying.

It was her own cheeks that started burning as she recalled his kiss on her forehead and the way they had peeked at each other until the door finally closed between them. She had spent several minutes resting her head against the wood before finally throwing herself across the large, sumptuous bed. Sleep had avoided her as she tried to remember all of the words that had escaped from her without her being conscious of it. It felt like large sections of time were missing, all of her focus had been on telling Emmrich about the things she had tried her best to forget, rather than trying to committing the moments with him to memory.  Now she sat around the firepit in the Shadows hideout trying to recall as many events as she could from the previous evening, being careful with the selection and choosing to ignore the emotional expression that she'd had no control over. Despite the lack of sleep, she felt lighter, happier almost, as she replayed the sweeter moments over and over again. "What are you smiling about?" Neve called to her from across the room, pouring her own cup of hot water and seeking out the tea. Lace plopped herself into the seat next to Veryl, handing her a flask. Veryl gratefully accepted it instead of answering the question and poured a generous amount into her tea, the honey finally fully dissolving.  "Rook." Neve sounded piqued as she drew the vowels out in Veryl's pseudonym. Veryl turned all of her focus on closing the flask and handing it back to Lace who smirked at their antics. "Hmm?" Veryl finally looked at her friend as though she hadn't heard her the first time.  "Playing dumb doesn't suit you," Neve groused, sinking into a seat and propping her legs up on a foot rest.

This whole fic is just Veryl sitting in various places telling people stories that may or may not be true. This is a soft tag cause yeah, it's definitely been one of those weeks: @notyourmamasdeerbat, @caughtnyact, @strugglinggranola, @tkwritesdumbassassins, @jouskaroo, @skullypettibone, @serbarris, @seaglassmelody,

Trivia for your time: The human circulatory system is more than 60,000 miles long.

[notyourmamasdeerbat]

WIP Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday, my dears! Thank you @hedwigoprah for the tag, I admit to scrounging around a bit for what to share because I too have kind of been in a brain rain dryspell. I have this layout for Chapter 5 of Carry the Dagger? I guess? It's a long one, and an irritated one. Rocks were thrown and yes, Solas-es were harmed in the making of this video. So. CW: Egg?

“You have no idea what you have done.” The voice pierced the darkness, cold and forbidding, echoing all around them. Rook wobbled, head fuzzy as the crumbling landscape swam into focus. The place was cosmic. Massive and uneven, spirals of ancient stone drifting on the horizon as if through currents of a massive ocean. “Solas…?” They jerked at an echoing footstep with a sharp inhale, and there he was, arms folded behind him, maybe ten steps away.  “You– fucking–!” Rook hit the dirt, scrambling to snatch up a hunk of colorless stone, and they hurled it at the mage as hard as they could.  It arced, distance expanding, and plummeted into the chasm that suddenly yawned between them.  Solas’ lip curled, disdain written across his angular features.  “You bald, lying, cheating, irresponsible, tiny di–” Rook took a breath, shoulders heaving as they curled their hands into fists, dizzy from a head rush and the shifting landscape. “I know what I did! And I’d do it again! Wipe that stupid look off your face, I stopped you from destroying the world.”  “I was not destroying the world!” He insisted, shouting, his brows furrowing with agony, voice raw with frustration. His voice carried power here, rattling Rook’s bones. “When you disrupted my ritual,” he snarled, all sharp canines and wrinkled nose. “The magical energies pulled me here, into the Fade.”  “Not my fucking problem, pal,” Rook tossed back, jabbing a trembling finger. “Your physical body is unconscious,” Solas retorted, in a tone that suggested Rook would be wise to listen. “But you shed a few drops of blood at the ritual site. Enough to form a tenuous connection.”  “Blood magic?” Rook reared back, reeling, wishing for nothing more in all the world than to vault the stone hands and blackened ravine and rip his fucking ears off.  “Firstly, I abhor the use of blood magic–” he thundered, scowling. “ –Secondly,” came his voice from behind them, out of reach. “Had I the power to control you, I would have already used it.”  Rook whirled, eyes wide and accusatory as his shadow crested the twisting brambles and stone steps disorientingly in what had been their blindspot. Their heart was pounding in their chest. Fear. Real fear. They slashed a hand through the air. “Don't do that.”  Solas scoffed. “You yet live. Can you not comprehend what this is?”   Rook ground their teeth, tone thick with the disgust that boiled in their belly. “You hurt Varric. I can’t believe you.” Solas’ expression faltered. The barest flicker of hesitation. Of guilt. 

POV: An old trickster god that your ex boss and coworkers were very familiar with and your new boss actually was coworkers with addresses you for the first time and first thing you do is try to bash his skull in with a ghost rock. Just Dragon Age things. also this!

“This is it.” “Oh.” Lucanis frowned, hands on hips as he examined the first gate– the path between the Fade’s mountainous formations overgrown with interlocking briars as thick as grown men, its center locked by a steel bound brass socket, carved with ancient glyphs. “The glyphs are in ancient elvhen. I can read pieces of it, pick out certain words, but the rest is gibberish to me. Bellara says it could be a poem, or the spoken incantation that brought this thing into being– but it’s both Blight and blood magic. And lots of it.” Rook tapped their foot, craning their neck to scowl up at the monstrous barrier. The Crossroads teemed with life around them, chattering wisps drifting along in herds through the air. One whizzed by Rook’s head before jerking to a halt and giving Lucanis a wide berth.

Next stop, Minrathous! Before the Bad Times! :D They are waiting on Neve, who overslept a little. She's working on a case that definitely probably won't be relevant later. Trust me. Don't look over here. [slides in front of my massive threaded theory board that is mostly just badly drawn doodles of all the companions with hearts everywhere] Anyway. WAM BAM GET TAGGED

@emmieloumay @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @andthekitchensinkao3 @draco-illius-noctis @velvet-apricots @fenrelmercar

[wyked-ao3]

Wip Wednesday tag

tagged by @adhdprincess here

Lines from my wip TPKODR chapter two

THE OTHER SIDE

Oisìn watched with growing dread as the pirate ship drew closer to them. He recognized the flag as one that belonged to the crew known as redemption. He saw the king ship known as Death's redemption sailing for them. The tell was the color of the wood, the only blackthorn ship he knew of was the pirate king ship. He knew they would be unable to sail faster than the slightly smaller vessel that was designed to be fast despite the large loads of cargo it could probably hold. He watched as the other fleet ships were sunk and not for the first time of the day cursed the royals of Tarak for giving them inferior vessels to work with. He would have helped the fleet members in the ocean but he only had enough supplies for his crew and Probably not enough for them even then.

tag list below

Tag list for TPKODR

@thatuselesshuman @gioiaalbanoart @lychhiker @goth-automaton

@thecomfywriter @evilwriter37 @saebasanart @the-golden-comet

@mauannacreates @kind-lion @alinacapellabooks @kuebiko-writing

@kaeru483 @differentnighttale @theink-stainedfolk @unstableunicornsofasgard

@mysticstarlightduck @demon-sneeze @dnd-and-insanity @smellyrottentrees

@honeybewrites

I'm also tagging @jev-urisk @tragedycoded and @aintgonnatakethis for this one

[somanywords]

WIP Wednesday

The wonderful amazing @blurglesmurfklaine tagged me today--thank you, aly! Here's some of my latest Newsies WIP--a post canon look from Les's POV...

Jack made an impatient noise. God, the two of them were awful when they got like this. Les shuffled a little to get more comfortable and tried to tune them out. “Stop,” David said severely. “You don’t get to—you don’t get to scare us half to death and then lie there and start picking fights, okay? Can’t you just lie still and let me breathe for a minute? Just a minute?” “Davey,” Jack said. David inhaled noisily. Les thought about pulling a pillow on to his head, but that meant he’d have to move, and he didn’t want to do that. “I’m sorry,” Jack murmured. “I’m sorry.” “Thank god you’re getting better,” Davey told him. “The guys are all missing you, and I’ll bet circulation has dropped thirty percent without you there creating headlines out of thin air.” Jack laughed a little. “How bout you?” he asked. “Are you missin’ me?” “I got you right here to piss me off whenever I want,” David joked. “Don’t ask me to inflate your head.” “Davey. Davey—” “What?” Jack moved, jostling Les the smallest amount. Les grumbled and shifted to get comfortable. “Stop givin’ me all those looks,” Jack said. “I want to hear it. I want you to tell me.” “There’s nothing to tell.” Jack made a frustrated noise. “Your brother can say it, why can’t you?” “What are you talking about?” “Why,” Jack said carefully, “Are you so afraid to love me?” Les blinked awake but tried not to move. The room was dim, light coming from the lamp on the table and the kitchen doorway. Beside him, Jack’s chest was rising and falling. Over his shoulder, it seemed almost like David wasn’t moving at all.

No pressure tags for @piedoesnotequalpi @emmedoesntdomath @turtle-steverogers @solittles and anyone else who'd like to share!

[little-peril-stories]

Blood Garnet - WIP Intro

it's a working title leave me alone

Aka: WIP Wednesday / Vaguely Summarized WIP / I'm Desperately Trying to Get This Dumb Story Out of My System

DISCLAIMER: this stupid story is a silly, self-indulgent mess that would require a lot of hard work to make it, um, fit for human consumption. It was my little brain break between finishing The Queen of Lies and restarting The Court of Rogues. It may not ever get finished. 🤷‍♀️ So, uh, you're forewarned. 😇

OPEN TAG for WIP Wednesday, Vaguely Summarized Plot, or both 😊- there's a lot of nonsense in here so I feel bad subjecting even more people to it 😂

Let's use this cheeky lil post for some recent WIP Wednesday tags: Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @sleepywriter00 for the tags! Posts here and here (same post chain).

Rules: Pick a WIP. Post something about it. On a Wednesday. Or whenever! It can be literally anything! 😊 (It does NOT need to be extra as this😅.)

Mood Board

don't anyone say anything about how there isn't a single gemstone on this mood board

What's It About?

Take a drink every time you see an element Kate's used before in other stories. 😅

Evyn, a schoolteacher, impulsively embarks on a journey in an effort to escape the chokehold of her small village, overbearing uncle, and inevitable (and unwanted) fate as someone’s happy little wife. It’s risky, of course: wild animals roam the woods, and she still doesn’t know the source of the mysterious lights that gleam through the darkness at night. However, she gets more than she bargained for—the forest is not what it seems, nor are those mystical yellow lights.

The Fae, creatures of legend, are real.

And they’re coming for her.

Vaguely Summarized Plot

Also using up another tag here! Thank you @mysticstarlightduck for this one! Posts here and here. The tag is kind of perfect for this seeing as I don't know much of the plot myself, so I have no choice but to be vague. :)

Rules: Summarize your WIP in 15 2-5 word bullet points (as if you were trying to summarize it in 15 seconds). (I didn't stick to the limit at all.)

✨ “So the forest's been kind of glowing lately? And no one but me seems to have noticed? Ok. Coolcoolcool.”

✨ “Get married? Me? Never!” Evyn Edition: Simply Not Interested But I Must Be Lying Because All Women Want to Get Married, Amirite?

✨ “Get married? Me? Never!” Jonathan Edition: Very Not Straight But Try Telling That To My Religious Zealot of a Father

✨ Jealous twin will NOT let his sister win control of their clan like she wins everything else, damn it (footnote 1)

✨ Emo loner who can’t go home (on pain of death) just wants these weird dreams about some random-ass human to please STOP (footnote 2)

✨ “I’m going to pursue independence! In another town! On a time crunch! By walking through the woods! At night! I’m a schoolteacher with no survival experience! This Is A Good Idea!”

✨ Grumpy grandma re: pesky human: What is her deal?

✨ “Hello yes hi I’m the emo loner. I’m unrealistically attractive. I saved you for reasons I won’t explain. But also I don’t talk to humans. Or Fae, really. Or. Like. Anyone. Not often anyway. What’s talking again?”

✨ “So, like, you're kind of hot … but you’re, uh, my enemy?? But I haven't figured that out yet?? And also, do we, like, have weird sexual tension, haha, or is it just me? Hahahaha! … But seriously, do we?”

✨ "Hey I know you have breathing issues or whatever, so you don’t like dusty or dirty or humid places, but … wanna take a shortcut through this super duper cool underground cave system?”

✨ “Haha, what? No?! There’s no reason I’m avoiding this area of the forest! Nope! No reason at all!”

✨ YOU get a betrayal! And YOU get a betrayal! And YOU get a—

✨ “Who is the monster and who is the man?” (footnote 3)

✨ This asylum makes the one in TQOL look like a vacation! (footnote 4)

✨ Sexy villainess gets to emotionally torture one MC and then physically torture another. AND psychologically torture them both! Hell, maybe she’ll even kill one of ’em too! Fun for the whole family!

Footnotes

(1) IT’S NOTHING LIKE ZUKO AND AZULA SHUT UP

(2) IT’S NOTHING LIKE RHYSAND AND FEYRE SHUT UP

(3) IT’S NOTHING LIKE QUASIMODO AND FROLLO SHUT—oh who am I kidding 🎶

(4) Technically the whole asylum thing happened in this story first, like, 2 or 3 years ago. That version just lives in a purple notebook that will never be seen by any eyes but mine. So, really, TQOL stole the asylum setting from BG, not the other way around.

Character Vibes

Evyn, human, orphaned as a child and raised by her aunt and uncle. Now a schoolteacher who sees yellow lights no one else can see.

“My heart cannot be captured. I intend to die an old maid, surrounded by papers and books. Good afternoon!”

Jonathan, human. Evyn's cousin, a clerk. Just truckin' on through a life he finds endlessly tedious and unsatisfying.

“Cecil’s a soggy piece of tree bark in a hat,” he said before he could stop himself.

Ah, Jonathan Garnet. A man who gained a single speck of favour with his impossible-to-please father…and promptly hurled it into the wind.

Dharan, Fae. Exiled from his clan years ago for murdering another Fae.

The Fae leapt up, standing straight and bending his knees as if to run—or perhaps pounce. One hand hovered over the stolen knife on his belt; the other, he extended to her.

He looked away from his foe to meet her gaze, uttering a single word:

“Run.”

Rennith, Fae. Heir to his clan but competing for the title against his twin sister.

He was a man, it seemed, but those eyes bespoke something much more ancient—of man, but not man himself. Silver hair, an impossible shade, framed a face sculpted into sharp angles, as cold and pale as if it were made of ice.

A Fae creature forged in primordial fire, carved from gold, silver, and mother-of-pearl.

For the Whump People Here:

Whumpy Things I've Managed to Squeeze into the First 13,000 words

Humiliation/embarrassment (minor)

Hyperventilation, dyspnea

Angst (minor)

Grabbed in the dark

Abducted

Restrained (but make it magic)

Magically forced to obey commands

Chin grab

Whumpy Things I've Got Planned But Haven't Written

Angst (major)

Stabbed

Various fight-related injuries I won't know till I write them

Betrayed by someone you trust

Drugged/knocked out

Humiliation/embarrassment (major)

Imprisoned

Taunted by the antagonist

More magic restraints (but turn it up to eleven)

Tortured (but make it magic)

Desperation, hitting rock bottom

A death fakeout or two or three

If you made it this far, you deserve a medal. 🥇

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @holy3cake

No Pressure Tagging @aintgonnatakethis @beginning-writer @oros-ash3s + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to share a snippet from your WIP, idea, or just a theory or plot line you're thinking of!

I thought this up for later in Horizons to Battlegrounds, quick draft, changed the POV partway through from Lancelot to Gawain- FIRST DRAFT THIS IS VERY ROUGH AGAIN.

[The first bad snow on the road has Lancelot huddled around the fire for warmth looking generally miserable.]

"Don't like the cold, eh?" Gawain commented.

"From what I can recall, it's a trait of my blood."

"Oh?"

"My Brother was the same. And my father too."

"Sooo… Ashfolk hate the cold, then?"

"When you are borne of fire, one tends to hate the cold, yes."

"I seem to remember you mentioning you dislike the summer too." Gawain teased, a glimmer of amusement twinkling in his eyes that made it annoyingly difficult not to smile back. [- changed POV to Gawain, reuse later?]

"Because it's humid when it's hot. There are only so many layers one can take off before it gets indecent."

"I'm sure few would complain." Gawain smirked, deliberately eying Lancelot up and down.

Lancelot rolled his eyes and scoffed, huddling closer to the fire, but Gawain spied the reddening of his cheeks.

"Besides, you can just put more layers on when it's cold, surely?"

"There are only so many layers one can put on before it becomes impractical." Lancelot retorted sullenly.

"He doesn't like storms, either." Squirrel helpfully piped up, nose bright red and cheeks ruddy, a sprinkling of snow still tufted in his hair from when he'd been playing in it.

"Yeh Lance, is there any weather you like?" Pym snorted, though her eyes widened in alarm when Lancelot glared at her, too.

"Any weather in which I am left alone…" Lancelot muttered sourly, more to himself than anyone else it seemed. Gawain laughed again, daring to fix Lancelot with his most shit eating grin, partially to draw his ire from Pym, partially because he was very much enjoying teasing the man. Lancelot sighed heavily, as if he anticipated Gawain's next words.

"Soo… a fair weather warrior then?" Gawain elbowed him, earning himself one of Lancelot's most horrible glares.

"Hardly," Lancelot said, smoothly, "which is precisely why I dislike extreme weather."

"Snow isn't extreme, you bloody fairy!" Squirrel told him, gleefully, pausing in his attempt to gather together small balls of snow. Gawain had a sudden but vivid memory of the boy's father, Gullyad saying much the same thing when they were younger.

"Alright Goldilocks. Want a torch to keep you warm whilst we're travelling?" Gawain offered, not bothering to keep the amusement from his tone.

Lancelot sighed again, then summoned a flame to his hand and had it flicker through a closed fist like a middle finger being held up.

"I have one already, thank you." Lancelot replied dryly.

"Oh! Such gestures are unbecoming of a fair weathered man of the cloth, good Sir!" Pym said in her very best aristocratic voice, clutching a hand to her chest as if offended, then covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

Lancelot responded by raising the middle finger on his other hand, too.

Gawain outright laughed then, clapping a hand on Lancelots shoulder as he stood. Lancelot flinched, the fire snuffed out from his palm in an instant. Gawain quickly wondered if he'd perhaps gone too far, until he saw the raised eyebrow and the slightest hint of a smile Lancelot failed to hide. To his credit, the Ashman was actually shivering. They did run hotter than most Fey, Gawain had noticed, perhaps Ashfolk and the cold truly didn't get along.

"Let us away. Before it starts to snow again and Goldilocks here freezes to an icicle."

"I'll show you a bloody icicle…" Lancelot grumbled under his breath, getting to his feet with a huff.

Gawain tried not to laugh, watching the Ashman storm towards Goliath. Before Squirrel had a chance to throw the snowball in his hand at Lancelot retreating, Gawain quickly intervened.

[axl-ul]

WIP Wednesday Tag

Because of @talesofsorrowandofruin (thanks a lot for the tag, dear!) I'm back with another post, hehe

Rules: choose a WIP and post a few things about it.

Soft tags: @rbbess110 @morganmaietto @your-absent-father @mthollowell-writes and an open tag for anyone else who'd like to join

I'm choosing City of False Gods (a sequel to Flight of the Western Crane) for this one. Also, I'm taking a slight inspiration from @talesofsorrowandofruin via showing a few images because I've never done this tag and I'm not exactly sure if I got the rules right.

Source: Pinterest

A picture of painted dragonflies because the story's set on a fictitious artificial island near Hong Kong called Dragonfly Island.

Source: Pinterest

The man in the picture reminds me of Sun Wukong except he isn't human in the story (he's still a macaque demon). But he wears a similar outfit (especially the beret hat!). And he's also going to UNPACK the secret of the murders hapenning around. (No, I couldn't pass on the possible pun there, sorry.)

Source: Pinterest

This picture of an alley has that claustrophobic atmosphere of some of the places on Dragonfly Island, which is partially inspired by the Kowloon Walled City.

Source. Pinterest

The two women in picture remind me of Márgerdra (a.ka. the Lady Wolf Witch or just Wolf Witch a.k.a. Yaling, a Chinese name she chose) and Li Xue. Xue is actually from Shanghai and was brought to Dragonfly Island to become a prostitute since her family couldn't affored to pay the debt. That's how she met Márgerdra and Su Vivienne who became basically older sisters to her. By the begining of the story, all three of them work as waitresses (and sometimes cooks at Golden Lotus. (Also let's ignore the 2006 year on the poster ,please. It's about the “vibes“, alright?)

Source: Pinterest

Though in the story, the horse's made of wood but it still looks pretty similar with the white body. But to be clear, Zhihao is a little orphan whose only home are the streets of the Dragonfly Island. That is until he witnesses something he shouldn't have seen and Wukong becomes his protector (and also a father figure, though Wukong likes ot deny it). His only notable possession is an old wooden horse toy he once found and decided to keep as it oddly comforts him at times.

[chu-cho]

frat wip

[stellewriites]

missed wip wednesday two weeks in a row but i was tagged by the lovely @dragonnarrative-writes so here’s a lil smth

cw: non con

he ducked down to kiss you again.

"promise i won't touch ye," he whispered into your mouth hoarsely. "won't go no further yet. 's no' proper, ah know."

his hips shifted against yours; a jerky, unsubtle grind and he whimpered when you tried to buck him off, feet skittering for traction on the blanketed truck bed.

"still in mah jeans 'n' ahm already close," he confessed under his breath with a bashful giggle, sucking on your neck when you turned your face away from his sloppy tongue.

"johnny," you panted. "stop-"

npt: @3amfanfiction @pricegouge @syoddeye @soapcloth @xoxunhinged @tempfrangit @captainjamster @sai-int

[hedwigoprah]

WIP Wednesday Tag

Hi friend! I've been tagged by both @seaglassmelody and @biowaredisasterbisexual two very inspirational people who's work I lurk on all the time. Retroactively tagging @serensama LOOKIE HERE I conquered chapter 8 of CotD - my Veryl history fic! So here's an excerpt:

He guided her back to the couch after promising to let her give Manfred a list of the books she'd like to borrow so that Emmrich could bring them back to the lighthouse. Candelabras provided subtle and warm illumination to the room, the chandelier over head having been long extinguished. The piano still loomed like a threat, but it felt less noticeable as he took a seat next to her and pulled her feet into his lap. "…I would like to check again before you go to bed," Emmrich said as his fingers pressed along the high arch of her foot. Veryl started to protest, but he cut across her, "Just, indulge me. Please." He was still concerned about her head and the knot she now sported. She knew that part of his occupation of her attention had been pretext for making sure she was truly alright. Veryl sighed and nodded, "Okay. I won't even complain when you ask to check again in the morning." "Good girl." He said it with such insouciance that Veryl had no choice but to ignore her own burning skin and take the words in stride. Meanwhile, her heart elected to vacation to her throat for a few beats and her lungs forgot to depress.

hehehehehehehehehehehehe. This part makes me kick my feet. Also, between all the things I'm making Veryl go through, I thought she deserved a foot massage. I'm tagging (as a friendly hello) @hellomehlo, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @strugglinggranola, @tkwritesdumbassassins and whoever else. It's always fun to see other's WIPs Trivia for your time: your brain alone burns 400-500 calories a day. Great job you!

[sixpennydame]

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

Thanks @ohmypawsandwhiskers @thechaoticarchivist and @the-traveling-poet for tagging me! And since it’s WIP Wednesday I thought it would be a perfect time to share something from the next chapter of North Star:

I’m late to this game, but I’m tagging @amywritesthings @littlerequiem @dont-f-with-moogles @willreigns @atruewarrior @flametrashira @jayteacups @peachdues and any other writer out there who’s working on something!

[hurglewurm]

sketch vs lineart hehehehe

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @homerforsure for the first wip Wednesday of the year! Here’s some of the buck goes home for the holidays fic i did not in fact finish during the holidays. Alas! Here’s to creativity and the time to peruse it in the new year!

“So you’re bisexual,” Philip nods, with the confidence of someone who watches a lot of vaguely progressive television shows with a lot of vaguely progressive plot lines and a couple of new vocabulary words for the middle aged. He drops the word so casually like it doesn’t still send a swoop of fear through Buck’s gut, because he doesn't live in a television show, and his life has never felt so cut and dried and definable. He thinks, as he so often does, a silent apology to Tommy, because he knows he was still kind of weird and nervous on dates with him six months in. Maybe he wouldn’t want to date himself either. Maybe he is bad at being- queer, bi, whatever. Maybe Hen was wrong when she said people come to this at their own pace, and he doesn’t need to find a label immediately or ever, and there’s no passing grade in homosexuality he has to achieve. He’s always struggled with things he wasn’t immediately good at, and it's throwing him off more than he’d care to admit to find out one of those things is, like, a whole part of who he is, and he kind of wants to call the whole “men” thing off and go find a pretty girl to date because it seems way easier and safer, but that makes him feel like a coward, and he’s spent a few embarrassing evenings since the breakup sat in his jeep for an hour or two trying to will up the courage to drive to a rainbow covered club over in WeHo, but the only one he knows is the one Tommy took him to and he always ended up shuffling back up to the loft for fear of running into him and his new, hypothetical, vastly experienced gay boyfriend who understands everything about himself perfectly.

But that’s all too much to explain to a man who’s been happily heterosexually married since the 70s, so. “Yeah.”

Tagging @colonoscopys @iinryer @bigfootsmom @shitouttabuck @wildehacked @butchdiaz @eddiesgaymustache @eddiebabygirldiaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @devirnis to share something from a wip or just an idea you want to work on this year!

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wip wednesday

tagged by @iinryer and @try-set-me-on-fire !! im trying to work a full 8 hours and finish this fic and watch figure skating worlds. all in one day. stay tuned to see how that works out!!

“Not that I’m in love with you,” Eddie clarifies. It rings in Buck’s ears for a second: I’m in love with you, in Eddie’s voice, thin and distant through the phone but unmistakably him. “But that I was, I don’t know. Competing with him for your attention.” “You weren’t,” Buck says automatically. “Were you?” There’s a beat of silence on Eddie’s end. "I mean," Eddie starts.

im having fun here. im just having fun.

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 📚

Tagged by the wonderful @perfectlysunny02 & @desert--moonchild

Lil extra from my BuckTommy amnesia fic (other tease is here)

Edit: first chapter is out 🫶🏻

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Buck had never felt relief quite like when Tommy finally opened his eyes again.

Two days had been far too long. The plastic chair by the side of Tommy‘s bed had carved lines along the outside of his thighs, his back protesting the near constant hunch so that Buck could rest his head on the edge of the bed. He had to be close, close enough to feel the warmth of Tommy’s body, close enough to press a gentle kiss to the hand he hadn’t let go of for almost 48 hours.

When he opened his eyes again it felt like the sun had finally come up after a long night.

“H-hey you.” Buck squeezed his hand softly,

Tommy opened his mouth but didn’t speak, brows furrowed as he shifts on the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can get the nurse, she said they were giving you some painkillers anyway but I could-“

He falters midway as he feels Tommy move his hand, the one Buck had been holding onto like a lifeline, away from him. Buck frowns, brain immediately admonishing him for holding it too tightly, he was probably squeezing too hard. He looks up at Tommy and opens his mouth to apologise but stops dead at the look on Tommy’s face.

Confusion, distrust, fear.

“Who are you?”

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