#also this isn't a wip I just came up with it on the spot

[kuebiko-writing]

Blackridge

"That's it, I can't."

I look up as Sam stops walking and wipes the sweat from his face. When he drops his hand, I see a bead of sweat roll off his finger.

"We've been climbing forever." He says.

"Keep pointing out the obvious, Mr. Shaer," Marshall sighs. "We're almost at the top."

"Does that look like the top to you?!" Sam shouts, flinging his hand in an exasperated gesture at the craggy rocks that rise ahead of us like sentinels. "I'm dying. My legs are cramping up."

"Very well. Five minutes," Marshall says.

Sam flops on the trail, his boots sending small pebbles skittering down the hill. His shoulders deflate as he shakes his empty water bottle. I adjust the strap of my backpack full of research materials and notebooks as it saws into my shoulder and squint at Marshall.

"You're antsy. What's wrong?"

The man shakes his head and scratches the scruff on his neck as he surveys the trail like he's looking for something. "Nothing is wrong, but on this trail, nothing is ever right. There is always some disaster."

"But you've been doing this for years," I point out. "And you always come back in one piece."

A bird song echoes in the hiss of the wind, and Marshall's lips part in a slow, horrible smile.

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

[kcscribbler]

WIP Wednesday

Late to the game, tagged by @elodiah @insomniaflarrow @lokimobius @justabigoldnerd @in-my-loki-feels and @thosegayoldmen.

My multiple WIPs are in shambles right now, so I'm going to toss out this scene instead.

I originally was kicking around the idea of a timeloop thing with my most recent fic, but ended up taking it a different direction, and this isn't going to ever turn into anything else, so. Unedited freebie angst below the cut.

“Anyhow, I don’t need you taking on damage here in some misguided attempt to – to protect me, or something,” he calls, above the clink of ceramic on the counter.

“That was not my intent.”

The words are quiet, almost too quiet. That little alarm bell that’s been ringing for about an hour now is escalating to a warning siren.

“Well, then, because you’re trying to atone for something I sure don’t hold you responsible for.”

Something far less insidious than anything this organization’s done in comparison, anyway. It’d be pretty ludicrous to even try to keep score. Loki’s war crimes are small potatoes in comparison to the things the TVA has done, depending on how you look at it.  

Loki appears around the corner a moment later, mugs in hand. He passes one to Mobius and settles back on the other end of the couch with a faint sigh, staring down into his own mug.

“You are far too free with your absolution,” he finally murmurs, almost to himself.

Mobius looks at the mug for a moment in silence. Blows carefully on the coffee, and then takes a careful sip. Then another, slower one. Finally he sets the cup down on the table.

“Maybe,” he says after a long, long stretch of quiet. “But…something tells me that’s why you’re here. Isn’t it.”

Silence.

“Here, in this Time,” he clarifies, and Loki’s cup freezes halfway to his lips. “Not this room.”

“I –ngh.“ With a bitten-off noise of frustration, Loki finally looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time since they sat down, and Mobius can fairly see the resolve collapsing right in front of him.

It was an impressive show, damn impressive. But now that the curtain’s falling on it, it’s incredibly obvious it was just that, a show.

Not having moved an inch, as if to not startled a frightened animal, Mobius barely nods toward the green-striped coffee cup on the table, the one with a chip in the handle at just the right spot to hollow out a divot for his thumb.

“That’s my favorite mug,” he says. “But you shouldn’t know that. And that’s the expensive honey I stole from a timeline branch a year ago, that’s always been buried in the back of the pantry. Which you also shouldn’t know about. Or even know I like in my coffee, but only in the evenings. Bottom line, you’re way more familiar with this place than you should be, and I’m gonna go with the timeslipping theory over the stalking one for now.”

Loki’s sharp laugh sounds like it’s teetering on a knife-edge of hysteria. “How long have you known?”

“Not for sure, ‘til just now,” he replies gently. “But you’ve been acting off since the holding zone earlier. Was that -?”

“Yes, of course it was,” Loki snaps, almost impatiently. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and reaches up to rub his temples, hands snagging helplessly at his hair. “I had just timeslipped back and hadn’t regained my bearings yet. The imbecile came around the corner and took us both by surprise.”

That makes more sense. But it also gives him very alarming information.

“I thought we fixed the ‘slipping. We need to get you back down to O.B., now.” The strangled sound that escapes in response to that is half laugh, half sob, and it sends a chill over him. “Loki?”

“O.B. can’t help me.” The words are muffled as Loki’s hands drag over his face. He finally sits up with a rough exhale and half-turns to face Mobius on the couch. “I am controlling it,” he says. “Completely, and at will. In a way the TVA has never even heard of. Time and space obey my command now.”

Mobius takes a second to assimilate the implications of that quiet but terrifyingly bold declaration. And the fact that he knows what a Loki looks like at every age in recorded timeline history.

This Loki is so much older – wiser, sadder, quieter – than his Loki should be.

“But I’d no idea what would happen if I attempted slipping with a Time Collar on, so I had to let the scene play out,” Loki adds, oblivious to these horrified realizations. “Then…” he glances down at his hands. “I just – I needed, I wanted,a few hours’ respite, and so I stayed.”

“Respite from what?”

Loki glances back up at him, eyes questioning.

“What are you running from?” he asks, moving a little closer. Loki’s perched on the edge of the couch now, as if he’s preparing to flee the scene, but he doesn’t shift away. “Something in the past or the future?”

“The TVA Future,” Loki replies. The tone is flat and lifeless, almost mechanical, and that more than anything tells Mobius how bad it is. Will be. Something. “The very near future, to be more precise.”

The meltdown. It has to be.

Looks like they don’t actually come out the other side.

“So you’re trying to fix it. To save us?”

“I am failing to do so.” Loki’s voice grates to a painful choke on the last word. “I have exhausted all my original plans, thousands upon thousands of them, Mobius. I have been at this for literal centuries, now. Learning all there was to know about the science behind the Loom, behind the TVA itself. Enlisting assistance from every magical and scientific mind I could locate, across hundreds of timeline branches. And I have failed, all of us have failed, every. Single. Time.”

Good god.

“I am now attempting to return to other points in the TVA history,” Loki continues, almost manically. His hands wave in a frenetic illustration of something seen only to him. “Running the hourglass further and further back, and further still beyond that, to see if changing anything in my own timeline here will avert the outcome.

“But the Loom’s destruction seems to be a fixed point. No matter what I do, the outcome yet remains. He Who Remains seems to have foreseen all, and he will endure to the end, writing the narrative even in death. I don’t – I don’t think I can fix this, Mobius.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Doesn’t sound like it, but he has to ask.

Loki scrapes a hand roughly over his eyes. They fill again almost immediately, even if the tears never actually fall.

“Forgive me?” he whispers. “My original recollection of this night is hazy now, but I remember it was freely given. And for what I am about to do, in your perception of that moment? My temporary desertion in that accursed apocalypse pales by comparison.”

No-pressure tagging @tealdropsworld @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @impulsemuppet @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @silentxsymphony

@asoeiki @insert-witty-user-name-here @boredintjqueen @ghoulehhh @andthekitchensinkao3

[aceofshitposts]

Well I've been tagged in a couple different wip games but honestly have just had nothing to show for them lmao but uh I've had this rattling around in my head for a while so I hope this makes up for it a bit lmao

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Tim hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulders, weaving through the throngs of people in the airport. He got a few odd looks from the security people but even with hands clumsy with youth he was able to forge a convincing enough letter from his parents about him travelling to meet them.

It's before disaster, everything is a little relaxed and therefore it's simple, really, to get through with minimal fuss.

Tim isn't entirely sure how he ended up here, in a body too young and too healthy but he's never been one to waste an opportunity. He's perhaps lucky this was one of the weeks between boarding schools, where his mom pulled him out due to her beverage dissatisfaction with various school curriculums. It meant they were out of the country but he was still in Gotham and not being watched over by any teachers.

Gate 57B. This is where he should be. Tim scans the people sitting in the uncomfortable plastic airport chairs, all waiting to board. It's not a particularly busy flight so it's easy to spot.

Off white hoodie and baggy jeans, clothes designed specifically to not draw attention and disguise body shape. Black hair falling over turquoise eyes that are focused on the rough looking paperback in his lap. There's a duffle bag sitting against his beat up sneakers that Tim just knows the contents of without even trying.

"Jason?" Tim asks coming to stand in front of the other teenager with both hands gripping his backpack straps. He's aiming for curious. Disarming. He can't be too formal or Jason will really know something's wrong and not the way Tim wants.

Jason raises his head lazily. Like a bored teenager being called to answer a question by a teacher. But Tim can see the immediate suspicion, the slight tensing of Jason's jaw and the way his eyes scan Tim to identify threats.

Tim isn't a threat. Not yet, anyway. Not like this. He can sneak around undetected, can forge papers and send anonymous emails to Batman while hiding amongst a throng of other school kids. His mind remembers, knows all the how's, of course, but his body lacks the muscle memory to truly execute anything beyond simple defense moves.

Frustrating, honestly, but probably to his advantage right now. He still has his mind and that's the most important part.

"Do I know you, kid?" Jason asks.

"No" --not yet-- "but I need your help."

Jason raises a single eyebrow and Tim makes a bit of a show of inhaling deeply, gathering courage and whispers, "I need Robin's help."

Jason's eyes widen, all pretenses of calm evaporating with a single startled inhale.

It's a little bit of a gamble, Tim knows. But it's a calculated gamble. Telling Jason the truth was out immediately, as was telling Bruce. Waltzing up to Jason to tell him if he boards that plane he was going to die would probably only embolden him further. Telling Bruce would send him into protective parent overdrive. He was trying, Tim knows, to give Jason some space and independence.

Pleading for Jason's help, for Robin's help, it was at least going to get Jason interested. Tim being a kid was also in his favour. Even as the Red Hood, Jason always had a soft spot for kids in need. And with Jason knowing what he currently knows about his mother, that she was an emergency doctor in the Middle East, he would probably rationalize that his mom won't be upset if he shows up a little later than expected.

"Now boarding Flight AA6237, please form a line with your passport and boarding ticket ready."

That's Jason's flight. If Jason gets on that plane Tim still has backup plans but it would be so much easier if Jason just came with him.

Jason stands suddenly, hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing Tim's sleeve with the other.

"Alright kid, bathroom's this way," he says with maybe a little more volume than strictly necessary.

Tim beams, genuine and wide. Jason was at least going to hear him out. Jason Todd wasn't going to die, not today and not tomorrow or the next day.

This was only the first item on Tim's list but, it was a start.

And if for a moment, only a second really, Tim forgets about a terrible future, about the pain of a blade against his throat or a batarang in his chest or bruises and missing spleens and deaths and revivals, and simply relishes in the thought that Robin was now urgently leading him somewhere more private to probably interrogate him--

Well. That's just the adrenaline.

It doesn't mean anything.

[serpercival]

ok, please explain "worm time" for the WIP folder game xD

Also from @hballegro -

OKAY SO. This is a Trek fusion where Trapper and BJ are both hosts for the same Trill symbiont. For anyone unfamiliar (as I was before I believe @cuddleswinchester floated the idea), some Trill are hosts for a symbiont, which carries the previous hosts' memories and emotions to the new one. They live for a very long time—Jadzia Dax DS9 is something like the seventh or eighth host for the Dax symbiont? Can't remember for sure and I can't be bothered to look it up—which means she has a lot of memories and emotions from other people floating around in there.

So Trap, this symbiont, has had two hosts so far: John (Elliot Gould's Trapper) and Xavier (Wayne Rogers' Trapper). Xavier is severely injured, so Hawkeye calls BJ, the only other Trill doctor nearby, who immediately realizes that Xavier's been braindead for close to a week and they don't have time to get the symbiont back to the homeworld for a properly selected joining. So BJ's joined with the symbiont and now has to complete our Trapper's tour of duty along with having all the memories of quietly dating Hawkeye (Hawk doesn't want to officially start a relationship while he's involved in a war, so they've agreed to wait until after they're out to start making announcements). Trill culture says you're not allowed to have a relationship with any of your previous hosts' partners, but... they weren't really in a relationship officially. So maybe BJ could get away with it?

I know very very little about Star Trek so this isn't set anywhere in particular in Trek canon; it's more an attempt to transfer the setting of MASH into space stuff exclusively as a backdrop for the beejhawk/traphawk/beejtraphawk dynamics. Making beejtrap the same guy is just sooooo. I need to do it.

Snippet from the like 1200 words I have so far as a treat

He remembered being cold, despite the warmth surrounding him. He remembered reaching for something he could not reach, no matter how he called out. He remembered gasping for breath until he slipped from consciousness into the dark cradle of the place that had been home for twelve years. He remembered grabbing Hawkeye by the hair to shove him against the wall in the med bay, kissing him as fingers tangled in his curls in return. He remembered the anger that had led him to nearly kill a Klingon patient before Hawkeye stopped him, and he remembered the grief that came when a different Klingon boy he’d tried to nurture was taken away from him. He remembered the way he’d held Hawkeye close on nights where the war came too close to their little outpost, a fingernail tracing his spots from his hairline to the place where they dipped beneath his underwear. He remembered being alone, much of the time, before Hawkeye.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday December 25, 2024

I started writing a brand new WIP this week! I'm having fun with it.

Everything's under the cut:

marble wall 2 for @asha10100101010 @spindoctor3875 @zyrafowe-sny

At one end, all the clothes are tiny tiny. These are really little kid clothes. As he walks down the row, they get larger, things he could have worn when he was 7 and 8 and 9. He stops walking when he gets to the stuff that would have fit him a year ago, right before starting witch puberty. “Dad pretended to be really upset when I woke up one day and none of my clothes fit anymore,” he says. “But he was smiling when he said it, so I know he was joking. Did you have to—” And he looks behind him, ready to ask Hunter if it was so sudden for him, too, but Hunter isn't there. He looks around and spots the ghost on the far side of the store next to Luz.

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @eriquin

“Something like that, then. It also rained yesterday, would that make it dark earlier?” Luz stands and stretches. She puts a hand in her pocket, then pats at her neck, and then looks around the room again. “Gus has it,” Hunter reminds her. “Haha, right! Still not used to that,” she laughs weakly.

ones left behind for @kalira @rainy-weather-supremacy @stonemaskedtaliesin

Partially, anyway. She's still struggling. Eber clings harder, because if he falls off she'll turn and disembowel him and that would just be the most embarrassing way to die as a beastkeeper. Ripped apart after trapping himself, and not even by a real beast. “Get the smelly water!” he snaps at Raine, because elixir is not a word most beasts are familiar with. “Drink it,” he adds, gentler, to the demon he’s pulling fistfuls of feathers out of. The owl beast shakes her head. Which isn't really surprising. Eber will fully admit, here inside this net designed to hold beasts that could swallow him whole, that he fucked this up just a little bit.

Bead Flapjack for @balthazarusrex @wizisbored @whimsicalmeerkat @tamsinswriting

Started with this:

[id: the incomplete head of a cardinal made of glass beads]

And now I'm here:

[id: the same beaded cardinal head, with more rows added at the top]

untitled 17776 thing (Juice fic) for @inevitablyuncertain @catboy-jupiter @auburnlaughter @twyrewolf @sarosthewizarddude

definitely moving. moving real fast where am i going also who am i. should have started with that i have a camera oh! lots of cameras [Image of Jupiter and moons] that's jupiter why am i going to jupiter to get more stupider? who even came up with that anyway some kid i guess i've got all this other shit too there's something called pride? fuck yeah i have pride

[425599167]

Got tagged by @progwords for this ask game.

How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one is really fucking big.

What's your total AO3 word count?

676091.

Your Top 5 stories by kudos

I'm surprised my old Deadpool-Jessica Jones story remains firmly in the #2 spot. That one probably had the highest ratio of popularity vs effort.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always do with recent works, or if the comment is on the story's final chapter. For older multi-chapter stuff I tend to let new readers work their way through it unless they ask a specific question. I want to engage with the audience.

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I've put normally unrelated characters together, but they're always from within the same franchise.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. I've tried, but it always ends up becoming funny.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

The Deadpool one got translated into Russian on ficbook.net. Unfortunately, it looks like it got taken down at some point, I don't know why since the translator's account is still there.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm inexplicably fixated on barrissoka. That ship is so potentially fascinating yet canonically ignored it makes me more determined to explore every possible angle of it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

I've had rough ideas for a long time about Ahsoka and Barriss finding Katooni in Talon Karrde's care, but it's a scattershot of ideas that isn't forming anything coherent. Maybe Sabé gets involved, maybe they're fighting Maul or Jorj Car'das or both, and I keep coming up with random side characters.

There are also a lot of small scenes I've written for fun, but there's hope for them. Returning Conquerors came about from connecting a bunch of random ideas and it turned out great. Maybe I'll find a way to write in Durge beating Maul to a pulp, I don't know.

What are your writing strengths?

Visual descriptions. Interpersonal conflict. Banter. Fight scenes. Tying together disconnected parts of a ridiculously incoherent franchise in an interesting way.

What are your writing weaknesses?

This might seem like a minor thing, but I struggle coming up with names for original characters and it gets frustrating. Right now I've got a draft with a little girl as a supporting character and she's been "the girl" for months.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

There's not much to tell, but since playing Nier: Automata I have brainstormed 2B taking 6O out on a date and figuring out sex. Then it became funny. The purpose of YoRHa is to evolve towards humanity in all its facets, and the scene turned into watching 6O invent android BDSM in real time. It involves the Offensive Heal chip.

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

The Erosion of the Spirit for what an accomplishment it was just to complete it, and for overall turning out as good as it did. Obsolete Products was my favorite when I wrote it because of how cohesive it was and for the dynamic between Ahsoka, Barriss, and Rex. Returning Conquerors became my current favorite because of how fun it was to write.

[oboetemasuka]

Sentence write done!

...Except for the grad app because I realized that grad school just isn't for me right now. I should still put together a list of bullet points so I can write something if need be.

False Hope

Renamed "Death of Salvation"

Milgram's Turn To Die - The First Trial

(Still very much a WIP, but if you want to see Shidou in pain, here you go.)

(And... you know what? I'll let you see Fuuta's trial as well.)

When Fuuta came to, he found himself in a nearly empty locker room. As he sat up, he scanned the room for anything of interest.

Nothing but keypad lockers… and a door… and a shelf spot in the middle of the wall a shelf with a miniature radio.

What the heck is going on here?

He pushed himself to stand and dusted himself off, making sure none of his bones were broken. Nothing was broken, alright, but he was surprised to feel something heavy around his neck.

Suddenly, the speaker crackled, and a voice played from it.

“This is the First Trial. You have 5 minutes. If you cannot escape in time, you will lose your life. You are not alone. Your fate…”

Fuuta ignored the speaker and made a beeline for the door. He tested the knob and found it unlocked.

Screw this, I’m not staying to find out what this stupid puzzle does.

He pushed the door until it was wide enough for him to squeeze through, and then he ran. The ground underneath him thumped, and then it gave away beneath him, leaving him weightless.

Cry - Falling/Trapped

(Also a WIP. Includes content from a previous sentence write. This is hardly even the beginning. I omitted the next segment due to spoilers.)

“I’ve always thought this was just an elaborate prank show.” Mikoto scribbled on a sign he requested. “I mean, what kind of a prison is run by a teenager and a western cryptid?”

“Prank show?” Amane tilted her head quizzically. “What is that? Could they make a show out of petty little tricks?”

“You’ve never seen those kinds of shows before?” Muu asked. Amane nodded in response.

“Well, pranks on television are a lot harsher than those on the playground.” Mikoto stood up as he explained. “Take pitfalls, for example.”

“Pitfalls?” Amane looked down at the ground like it would open up and swallow her. “Like… like…” She gestured to the ground, then to her waist, then back to the ground.

“Oh, not like that. It’s a lot harsher. The pit is deep enough that you can’t crawl out, so-”

Amane was trembling and staring at Mikoto with wide, teary eyes. Muu must’ve caught onto her thoughts, for she gently wrapped her arms around her and matched her tear for tear.

“Um…” Mikoto was caught off guard. “I didn’t mean to… I was just saying they wouldn’t do that here.” He knelt down and knocked on the floor. “See? The floor is too tough to install trapdoors.”

That proved enough to calm the girls down. Or was it the bunny hopping by?

“Oh, it’s Jackalope!” Muu ran over to pet him, and Amane followed suit, but he hopped away before they could reach him.

Holding Hands

Shidou and Kazui. Done! Up next is Amane. After that is Mikoto... uh, Rain, I need help with that one.

If You Had Been There

The WIP is now at 2k words, but I shall pick a passage that isn't spoilery.

“You call it ‘Neko-san’?” “Yes. Why not? It is the only Neko-san I know.” “Couldn’t you name it something more creative? How about ‘Zorro’?” “What is a ‘Zorro’?”

Bookworm

You like Danganronpa executions? Well, here's one based on an old computer game.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Mass Effect Wips? Do tell~!

I've got a few. I think the one I've been playing with the longest though is a novelization of the series where I explore my oldest character ever Artemis Shepard.

Artemis is the colonist Butcher of Torfan who is haunted by her past and struggles heavy with addiction while also tackling her depression. She lost her twin brother Apollo (her mother was a Greek woman obsessed with myths) and found him on Torfan.

She isn't okay.

And I love exploring her because she is just... My oldest character and I love her. She's the one I really started to understand how I needed to research things with because one day while in a religions class it came to mind ‘oh she's Jewish’ and then I started researching and it just... I was suddenly fully aware I needed to research everything.

I love Artemis. She goes from angry, hurting and so damn tired to a big damn hero who finally has a happy ending.

The other I've got a soft spot for is an isekai where the character ends up being Shepard’s aunt somehow and gets with Thane. There's a lot of drama there.

Another I have is a TMNT crossover. Yeah. (Look I got inspired by someone else and it evolved)

Then I have the BNHA crossover where Hisashi is Shepard but that's more BNHA focus then Mass Effect

[breakaway71]

I know about a lot of your WIPs, obviously, but for the WIP titles game, tell me about The Song you Sing in the Shadows because I don't think I know that one?

You might know it without realizing you know it LOL, although I haven't talked about it in some time. This was what I tentatively titled my Vampire!Reggie fic, which was basically... The boys died from vamps instead of hot dogs, Reggie got turned instead of killed, has to spend the next 25 years adjusting and trying to forget his best friends. When Julie finds their old demo album and accidentally summons Luke and Alex as ghosts, Reggie is not prepared. I still go back and poke at this one sometimes, but it turned into something really daunting and kind of got backburnered. (I also started a different vampire Reggie fics in the meantime, wondering if I should just scrap this one as Too Much, but in the end, I couldn't do it, so I keep hoping I'll go back and really give it the time and attention it deserves one of these days!) snippet:

He hears the approaching footsteps, the sound of a steady heartbeat, like something out of a dream. It drags him out of the darkness he's trying to drown himself in, makes the torrent of tears slow, then stop. Reggie has the half-hearted idea that he should move, he should run, because anybody who finds him like this is going to think he's homeless or dangerous (he guesses maybe he's both, now), but he doesn't want to move.

Let them come, he thinks. What's the worst they can do?

"Reggie?" he hears, and it startles him enough that he looks up, blinks through wavery vision to see the young woman coming towards him until she's close enough to kneel beside him. "It's Reggie, right? Your name?" Her voice is soft. Accented. He recognizes it, but it takes him a long, addled moment to place her.

"Rose?"

"Dios mío," she breathes. "I heard what happened to your friends, but you weren't with them when the ambulance came, everyone said it was just two from the band, and I feared… So I came looking." She places a hand on his arm. He blinks down at it, confused, thoughts moving too slow for whatever is happening right now. "Come, we need to leave the streets. I can help you."

Reggie doesn't know how anyone can help him now, but she's been the single bright spot since this nightmare began and at this point, he thinks he'd be willing to follow her anywhere, if only to have some sort of direction.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he tells her, very quietly, as they walk.

There is the slightest hitch in her step, something Reggie isn't even sure he would have noticed if his senses weren't dialed up as much as they are. It's easier to focus on her movements than the blinding streetlights or the blazing club signs or the cars…so many cars and they're all so loud. "I know," Rose finally says.

Reggie stares at her, the clench of her jaw and the tightness around her eyes and the purposeful way she's walking. But it's her heartbeat he notes above all, the way it remains entirely steady. "Why aren't you scared?" Because he's still oscillating between numb and terrified out of his mind, and it might be nice to have some company there.

She darts a glance at him, frowning. "You're not hungry yet, are you?"

Hungry. God, in all the time since he woke up and realized what happened, what had been done to him, he somehow never stopped to consider the connotations hungry would have for him now.

 "No…not really." The street dog dinner he'd been looking forward to feels a million years away from this moment, and the only thing he's feeling in his stomach is gut-roiling nausea.

"Then I've got nothing to fear," Rose says.

[yourthirdparent]

free space WHAT WIP WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT MOST OR WHAT SPECIFIC THING ABOUT ONE OF THEM R YOU SUPER HYPED TO TALK ABOUT GO !!!!!!

i'm just gonna say a little bit about each of them for this ehhehehehe

to daffodils is my BABY to daffodils is my pride and joy to daffodils is the only thing i care about in the WORLD and i have not touched it in several months. it's still my fuckin baby though don't care. i love thinking about the tbm time loop i love thinking about jason dying over and over again and nobody he loves being able to stop it. quick fun fact Apollo isn't rewinding time on his own. do with that what you will. oh also nico is experiencing the loop too so he just keeps reliving the day up until jason dies and he can't stop it and apollo won't stop it. so

the fire is hot is the original jasontristan rumour fic!! the plot is just. jason and tristan are spotted together. they Aren't a couple but people Think they're a couple. tristan panicking because jason is sixteen ensues. not a ship fic but it is the fic that made me obsess over trason and where would i be today without that obsession

stare us down is really fuckin old. like from when i first picked up writing again old.

father figure unlocked was originally written on paper !! i miss it tbh i never even got to the good part

I WON'T SAY SHE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO OH MY GOD it's named after a line from yoshi's island by glass beach and it's Another transfem jason fic and in this one she's getting her makeup done by piper THAT'S RIGHT JASIPER MAKEUP FIC i miss it. i promised to post this one for adam ages ago but idk if it's got a good enough ending yet LMAOOOO

tristan cooking breakfast is sooooo self indulgent. obsessed with the duo obsessed with them mentally ill about them in every way every day. like half of it is just tristan explaining the concept of transness LMAO

love is no guess. ough. tbh my favourite part of this fic is that i started writing it at all LMAOOOO

funny enough i actually started writing head over heels before any of the rest of love is no guess

LIZARD MAGIC CHAPTER NAMED AFTER BMC FIC WEIRD SCIENCE best part of this fic is one it's lizard magic and lizard magic is great and two WEIRD SCIENCE REFERENCE i miss that fic

a boy with too much power was originally supposed to get more into the trio and THE CURSE but sadly i got bored 💔

the urge ! named after just the first thing that came to mind when i opened the doc

Untitled document is secretly kuaitomas but shhhh it's before anything happens. anyways cut to liu kang calling a thirteen year old kuai liang a slur

ty for all your asks!!! and ofc thanks to everyone who sent in asks i appreciate you all <3<3<3

[alexsoenomel]

WIPS because my mind is chaotic as fuck

DISCLAMER: I'm really struggling to actually sit down and write. I'm doing my best so please understand if I haven't written your request it's not because I don't want to it's because I'm genuinely struggling to write (I blame my ADHD to be honest). This will help me organize my mind better. Here we go:

*Still no title* Joel Miller x Reader series fluff, smut, angst Summary: After you left your abusive partner your healing journey began. You found comfort in solitude and in trying new things. You decided to book a camping trip in Maine, not knowing you will end up meeting a very special someone.  Note: I got inspired after I came back from my first ever camping trip. I loved it so much. 5 parts - 1 day, 1 chapter HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Alkaline* Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, smut, angst Summary: Telekinetic reader meets Sam in Stanford and their story unfolds. I suck at summaries but that's basically it. Incorporating 3 smut requests as well: hair pulling, praise kink and mind blowing sex Note: This has been sitting in my docs for AGES now. I suck. UNFINISHED but already has over 5k words

*Still no title* Dean Winchester x Reader Fluff, smut One bed trope? Nope. One tent trope. Summary: You're on a case and have to camp in the woods. The tent is too small for Sam and Dean to share, so the older Winchester is forced to share the other one with you. Note: Like I said the camping trip really got me inspired. Also adding this fluffly request: he finds out how ticklish she is one morning while snuggled up in bed together. He makes it his mission to find all her ticklish spots and finds her laughter absolutely adorable HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Still no title* Sam Winchester x Reader Fluff Summary/ request: A request for Sam - him & dean & reader go to a bar that happens to do karaoke and with enough drinks he’s willing to start doing duets with the reader, starting off flirty being stuff like horny nickelback songs and then turning into them just singing the most obnoxious love songs, and then Dean making fun of them the next morning because he recorded all of it to show Cas LMAO Note: I really like this idea and is coming up nicely UNFINISHED

*The Apparition* Dean Winchester x Reader Smut, fluff, angst Summary: You visit Dean in a dream Note: I like Sleep Token too much okay. I was inspired HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

Plus:

I Am The Fire Dragon!Reader (Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

*Still no title* Goddess!Reader(Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

Better Than Ordinary (You find yourself in a world where Supernatural isn't just a TV show) UNFINISHED AND NEEDS EDITING

[thebreakfastgenie]

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☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)

Time loop WIP (most active as of yesterday!): Groundhog Day, Before I Fall (I think there's a movie now, but I've only read the book), and the Mystery Spot episode of Supernatural. The way my time loop functions drew inspiration primarily from these, as well as other Groundhog Day derivatives. There are a lot of posts in the MASH fandom about time loops. Most of them more or less just throw the words "time loop" around. As a lover of time tropes, I became interested in applying the idea of a time loop seriously.

Ghost AU: The ghost episode! Follies of the Living--Concerns of the Dead got me thinking about it, especially because the ghost in that episode, Weston, is described as always making everyone laugh, making me think he was kind of the Hawkeye of his unit. The thing Hawkeye needs most is an audience (just look at the episode Hawkeye) so depriving him of that and forcing the rest of the 4077th to get along without him is too delicious a concept.

Honestly sometimes I have really good inspiration stories (like the West Wing fic that came from walking across an icy driveway, or the original short-short story that came from seeing toast crumbs in the tub of butter) but none of my current WIPs have one. In general, I'm inspired to write because I didn't want to stop playing with dolls when I grew up and I'm inspired to write fic by wanting more of a work and not being able to get it out of my head.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

This took forever to answer because I went on a whole spiral about what counts an angst but I think this is pretty sad. This isn't from one of my primary WIPs because those angst moments are under lock and key for now.

“The only difference between youth and arrogance is whether or not you grow out of it. We were all kids when we got over there, Hawkeye. We thought we knew what we were getting into. The truth is, we didn’t have a clue.”  “None of us were kids when we left,” Hawkeye says softly. He’s given up arguing. Sidney’s right—he usually is.  “Well, that’s the business of war, making men out of boys. Or so the generals say.”  “The business of war is making corpses.”  Sidney raises his glass somberly.  “I’ll drink to that.” 

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

“Did he look a little green around the gills to you?” BJ asks, his voice touched with genuine concern. It makes him a little sick, sometimes, the way BJ can be considerate.  Through the netting, Hawkeye can see Charles stalking discretely in the direction of the latrine. “Maybe he has yellow fever,” Hawkeye suggests, scratching at his mosquito bite.  “I heard it doesn’t mix well with blue blood,” BJ says in that voice he thinks is a deadpan. Hawkeye waits, and after a moment the stupid grin appears, right on schedule. 

I'm proud of this one because it feels like the caliber of pun they have on the show. Slightly sophisticated, but not actually good. Also it led me to look up whether yellow fever is endemic in Korea and the answer is no it's not.

[void-botanist]

Happy WBW!!!

Have you developed any etiquette in Nicea (or other wips) — polite or rude? Is there anything that’s considered “too crass” for polite company?

— @outpost51

Okay, well, first of all, do not call permanent planetsiders "groundgrazers" in polite company. In fact do not take your etiquette cues from Isabel unless she has her captain voice on.

Some other things I thought of:

When you're docked at a spaceport (i.e. the kind with space elevators that go to the actual planet) it's common to use the airlock on the station side as a foyer/meeting spot because ideally you don't actually need to worry about pressure and air content going from your ship into what is essentially a space airport. But it's generally considered rude to hang out in your airlock with the station door open. It doesn't really hurt anything, except there is nothing to keep the sound from echoing and being annoying.

When entering a starship with artificial gravity, it's polite to compliment the hand-painted magic pigment patterns that create said artificial gravity. Sometimes that's the equivalent of saying "you have a lovely home" and sometimes it's like "dude sick floor. who did it??"

Copying over what I said in the tags on that post about Bo, witches wear gloves as a group signifier and a courtesy because one type of witch—dive witches—can read people's minds on contact. Even though you can only be one kind of witch and most are not dive witches, it's rude to taboo for witches to not wear gloves. (In a few systems, it's straight up illegal and you can be fined; however, this is only a functional rule in witch-only areas because otherwise it's literally people calling out anyone who looks too weird, nevermind that most witches dress in a "normal" way and there is no physical "witch" attribute.) In the Nicea's home locality, it generally falls on the rude end of the spectrum.

In many systems, but Antarac and Rade especially, it's not rude/weird to ask if someone is adopted. Like, maybe don't ask it the first time you meet someone, but so many people are adopted and so many families are a mix of the four known species (humans, cow people [I've been just calling them bovids; think "catgirl"/"catboy" but with cow features instead], werewolves [shifters], and dragon people [straight up bipedal/humanoid dragons]) that it doesn't carry the implication of being Different or not belonging. (If you ask it in less diverse parts of Gevorad or in Hybres they probably assume you're from one of the more mixed areas/systems.)

On Rade, it's particularly rude to give people cut flowers. Cut flowers are associated with death because they are typically what people put on graves (because they decompose and don't disrupt natural burial sites). If you want to get someone a plant for reasons other than burning bridges, get them a living plant.

On Gevorad, baking is a big deal, and there's some etiquette around giving people baked goods as gifts. Allergies/preferences notwithstanding, there are common associations between certain pastries and specific situations/milestones. Which means people have genuine conversations that sound like "you gave her a donut?? a COLD donut??? no wonder she didn't wanna go out with you". (I came up with this based on the current theory that Isabel and Rodney's dad is a baker and the ominous Family Business they want nothing to do with is literally just a bakery.)

I also wanna drop one rude thing from TFA here because Dez does this and mildly gets in trouble: calling tree people "trees". Their species name is actually "uep" and while "tree" isn't like a slur it is also something that Dez should have thought more than twice about before saying in front of a bunch of elementary schoolers at storytime. Relevant excerpt:

“I see you’ve brought a friend,” Jaccson said. “Mmhmm,” Lacey said, still not letting go of his fingers. “His name is Dez and he’s a blob.” Jaccson’s smile widened as one of the other sprouts said, “He’s obviously a robot.” “I’m an android, actually,” he said, and once again felt everyone’s attention shift from that other sprout back to him, which only made him feel more gigantic. He was too tall to be sitting among children. “What’s the difference?” the sprout asked. Per was big enough to be much older than Lacey, but didn’t sound like it. Maybe it was a species difference, because this other kid was a redbud. “An android is a type of robot,” he said, formulating his syntax based on his general understanding of network content for children. “So then you’re an android and a robot,” the sprout said. What per didn’t say was “and that’s why I’m right”, but he got that loud and clear anyway. “Yeah,” he conceded, “but calling me a robot is like calling you a tree. It’s not very useful.” He hoped he didn’t also have to say that it wasn’t very nice, either, in his opinion. Judging by the general widening of eyes around him, he suspected not.

(It's also rude to call uep children by something other than per/per pronouns unless they tell you otherwise. Some switch to other pronouns at a young age, some do it later, and a few never do. And it's rude to call Dez a robot because even though this random kid doesn't know it, he does not like that and will explain that as far as he's concerned robot is a category for roombas and such.)

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut

[afreakingdork]

Hello there!! I hope you’re well!

I was just wondering.. How did you keep your motivation + inspiration for Weak Spot?

Do you have plan out every week what you’d like to cover? Do you suffer with any writer block?

Sorry for the weird questions! Was just wondering how it all worked for you!

Not weird at all, thank you for writing in!

I've got a terrible headache, but the Halloween spirit is keeping me going! ✨

How do I keep motivation/inspiration up for Weak Spot? I am obsessed with Donnie, short and simple. My hyperfixation on him is fueling this romance wholeheartedly. There is no such thing as motivation as I have to do this against my will. As such, inspiration is overflowing and constant. As if possessed, I have to write to get all of these thoughts out of my head.

I have things planned out in stages, which I will reveal now:

The master outline is planned all the way through the end of the fic. it contains all my notes or what chapters to cover and his blank spaces to be filled when necessary. I refused to even start Weak Spot until I figured out all the backstory and where I wanted the story to go.

From there, what order these chapters come in and how to fill in those empty spots was planned in spurts, almost exclusively in those arcs I mentioned. I would usually decide those for about 10 at a time, obviously before those 10 were about to approach.

Before July, my job as home health allowed me most daylight hours to write whenever I wanted so I posted the same. In July though, I got a new WFH job that I do on top of home health so sustaining that was not feasible for my sanity. The issue was, I wanted to write as much as I could at the expense of my sleep schedule. Hence the weekly guideline. Now I am not allowed to exceed it. I still have mania as my weekends are free for it so I have a few buffer chapters written out, but I also want to keep it that way. Through chapter 43 is written at the time of me answering this ask (and up to 40 has been posted).

My schedule now is thus: I can write the next chapter from Saturday until Tuesday if it runs that far over (I still have a social life somehow). Then from whenever that is done until Thursday I must finishing editing the last week's chapter (which has been given to my betas and they've had time to do the same). On Thursday, I post the WIP to tumblr for that next day's chapter and I've been pretty consistent in posting the chapter on Friday (though technically I'm allowed to do it any weekend day).

Do I suffer from writer's block? Sure, in small instances. I can get stuck on how a scene is supposed to go. I'll know the A & B, but not how to get there. I usually pedal it out to others as you've seen in prior tags that I'll mention if someone helped me break through where I was stuck. For example, chapter 9 I knew was going to be the 'first kiss' chapter, but I couldn't for the life of me come up with a good location for that to happen. I needed something where they'd have the space and probably cause to smooch but had to ask around for date ideas on what could facilitate that. @morning-sun-brah came in with the clutch! Thus, I was unstuck. Similarly @mothmans-left-tit has saved me multiple times not for writer's block exactly but when I get a little to hard on myself and feel like I'm not representing what I want out of Weak Spot and they get me on track every single time. This isn't a pressure thing either, just to be clear. i don't expect others to dig me out of my hole. At the end of the day, I'm the creative and sometimes you just have to wait for that inspiration to strike you.

I hope that helped! If you or anyone has anymore questions about whatever, feel free~

[zakequaznook]

Okay so I was going through old notes and found a WIP for a one piece fic i wrote like.... 2? Years ago?

Anyways idk if I'll continue it but figured the raccoons would enjoy it

It'll be under the cut,

[section 1]

[Ussop, Nami, Robin, Franky, Brook]

"Oh thank the gods there was an island here! I thought I was gonna die from its-raining-too-much-i'll-drown disease." Cried Usopp, falling on his back off his wobbly legs now that the thousand sunny was safely moored in a cave.

"Yeah bro that's one Super storm." Franky replies, turning to look back out at sea. The waters churning and rain falling in thick sheets. (Is that snow.?) "I can't even see past the coastline anymore!"

"All that water was making me want to rest my eyes... If I had any eyes, Yohohoho!" Brook states, ringing out his hat.

"Brook is correct. This storm seems different from other new world weather we've encountered." Robin says, a thoughtful look on her features. "Do you have anything to add Nami?" Four pairs of eyes turn to look at their orange hair navigator.

Nami herself is looking at the logpose muttering in a low voice. "Hm?" She look up at the feeling of the stares. "Huh, oh, yeah sorry Robin it's just this makes no sense." Nami looks out into the storm. The others follow her gaze.

"The closer we get to an island the more the weather's suppose to level out. But here, its switching between high winds, harsh rain, and even blizzards so fast that even I'm having trouble keeping up." Nami looks back at the logpos. "Also the logpose doesn't seem to be registering this island At All. The only reason we're here is because Ussop spotted it himself." ("Super call Ussop." "T-Thanks Franky.")

Nami sighed and turns towards the others. "It isn't sitting right with me... Which means Luffy will want to explore the island won't he," Nami groans, getting sympathetic expressions from the others.

"Don't worry Nami-sis we'll be fine cuz we have a Super crew!" Franky posed.

From the galley their cook calls out "Robin~Chan, Nami~Swan! and the others I guess ("Hey!"), I have some nice hot food and beverage ready for you~" the scent of freshly made cuisine wafts out the door.

"Thanks sanji." Nami calls back.

"Oh it's my pleasure Nami~Swan!" An indistice voice is heard "Oi! What was that you shitty marimo!?" Sanji stomps back into the galley. Laughter from Chopper and Jinbe can be heard as the door swings shut.

"It seems Zoro and Sanji are already in high spirits." Brook observes. "Now it's about time to put some meat on these bones, Yohohoho!" Brook makes his way to the galley.

"Right behind you skelebro, Sanjis food is always Super!" Franky follows after.

Nami sighs. "Let's go Robin." Nami slides her arm into the others, "if those idiots break anything I'm adding a million berries to their debts. Each." Nami shoots a glare at the door as they're walking, Robin giving giggle beside her.

"Guuh" After another minute Ussops legs have stop feeling like jellie and he gets up off the grassy lawn. However instead of heading to the galley he makes his ways to the front of the ship. He finds his best friend and captain sitting in his usual spot of the figurehead. As he goes to call out,

"They're upset."

"Huh?" Ussop blinks, "what do ya mean luffy?"

Luffy looks over at Ussop blinking his /red/ black eyes. "Hm? What do You mean Ussop." Luffy points at him.

Ussop balks for a second "wah- But you," Ussop gives a breathy chuckle "nevermind. I came to get you cuz' Sanji's made supp-"

"MEAT!!" luffy completely disregards anything else Ussop was going to say to instead jump down beside him and stretch an arm across the ship to the galley.... While also having looped the other arm around Ussop, taking him for the ride.

"L-luffy w-wAIIIIII-"

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-[Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Zoro, Luffy]

Meal time winds down as rubbery hand make off with less and less from the plates of the strawhat crew. Many battles have been fought at this table to keep precious nourishment on their proper plates instead of down the unending stomach of their captain. By this point only Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Ussop, and Sanji are still in the galley, the original east blue crew.

"Ahhhhhh... Sanji foods is always so gooood." Luffy says, a look of satisfaction on his face. Around him are various plates with hardly anything remaining.

From the sink, starting the dishes, Sanji replies, "Thank you captain." A few more dishes are set to dry, "Oh right. Nami, is the storm going to let up soon? Our stores are lower than usual thanks to the marines and our quick getaway from that last island." Sanji cast a quick look at the table.

Luffys leaning back in his chair seemingly in a food coma after having finished eating. Ussop is tinkering on somthing from his pouch, most likely a new ammo type. Zoro is resting on the couch by the wall, swords propped on his shoulder. Nami has her notebook and a couple sea charts she's looking over. She also has a somewhat anxious expression on her face. "Nami?" Sanji pauses, feeling a bit concerned now.

She gives out a grunt in acknowledgement but doesn't raise her head. Zoro and Ussop are now looking over at Nami as well. Luffy gives a couple grumbles ("zz...Meat..zz") but falls still again.

Ussop flicks his eyes between Nami and Sanji, before putting away his current project. He gives Sanji a motion telling him he'll handle it and after a few seconds hesitation Sanji resumes his after meal dish washing.

Ussop stands up and makes his way around the table to Nami. He takes a look at the sea charts. "Hey those are for this area." He takes a closer look. "Why are there these windy lines here? Kinda looks like a squid." Ussop points to the map. "Oh have I ever told you about the time the great Captain Ussop fought a giant sea squid that had ten heads and shot lasers from it's eyes?" Ussop lift his foot onto a chair and strikes a pose.

Nami gives out a sigh and turns to Ussop. "I appreciate the effort Ussop but until I figure out what's up with this island I won't be able to fully enjoy such a story." Nami gives a small humorless smile to Ussop. He gives a sympathetic one back.

Ussop sits down next to Nami, "Well maybe this mighty warrior can help you with this new challenge?"

Nami twirls a pencil in her hand. "Hmm. An outside perspective might be exactly what I need. Thanks Ussop."

"Ha Ha! No challenge is too difficult for the great Captain Ussop!" He points a thumb at his chest. "So... Where do we start." There's only slightly less bravado in his voice.

Nami chuckles a bit. "Okay," She point to a chart. "This is where we were before the storm started." She points to another section, "And judging from the new agle of the logpose we've ended up somewhere in this area."

Ussop follows along and realises, "There's no islands in this area!"

"Exactly." Nami leans back in the chair. "At first I thought it was a fluke that I didn't know about this island. But after double checking, and as you can see, there's no island there." Nami lifts her rist, "Add to that the logpos being weird and this freak storm.. I think we've stumbled across either an unrelated uncharted island... Or somthing that was trying to keep itself hidden." Nami gives a merthless chuckle. "With our luck I'm betting on the latter."

Ussop lost any bravado he had left and his face matched the look of begrudgeing acceptance that shown on Nami's.

Zoro decided to finally speak up. "Well if there's anything actually dangerous I can handle it." He finally got up and headed for the galley door. He gave Nami and Ussop a pat on the shoulder as he passed by.

"Hey. Don't forget about me mosshead." Came the snip back from Sanji. "If anyone threatens you Nami-swan I'll be your knight in shining armor~" he says, hearts in his eyes.

The storm decided at that moment to send a stray wave into the sunny. Causing those onboard to either catch their balance again or fall flat on the floor. Once everyone was settled they continued back with their previous doings. Zoro though noticed that luffy had gotten tossed out of his chair and was now sprawled on the floor. Still asleep.

Zoro retreats from the door to Luffy and nudges him with a foot. "Come on you rubber menace. If your going to pass out then at least use your actual bed." Zoro says, humor evident.

Luffy face scrunches a bit then he sits up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced around till focusing on his swordsman infront of him. "Huh Zoro?" He then reaches both hands out to his first mate in the universal 'up' motion.

Zoro only sighs before crouching down and offering his back for luffy to climb onto. Luffy doesn't hesitate and once situated falls right back to sleep.

Soft chuckles rise up from the others still in the galley. Zoro finds their stares on him and feel his ears grow a bit warm. "Yeah, yeah. Any of you would have done it too." He says giving a playful glare to the others. They only smile a bit wider. (He wasn't wrong.)

Zoro carries the strawhat captain out of the galley presumably towards the men's quarters.

"So... Think he'll get lost immediately?"

"Ussop, with that moss brain it's a guarantee."

Nami watches the galley door close with a contemplative expresion. Ussop notices.

"What's on your mind Nami?"

Nami takes a second, "did Luffy seem oddly tired to you guys?" She asks.

Ussop blinks then recals the past few minutes. "Huh yeah I guess your right. He was slower when taking less from my plate then he usually is."

Sanji chimes in, "Yeah I noticed that too. I was able to breath a bit between courses this time." Sanji considered the stack of still dirty dishes "He still ate it all but it looked like he had to force his eyes open to do it."

"It has been a series of stressful days recently," Ussop points out. "Maybe this past week just finally caught up to him."

"Yeah that's sound like luffy. He goes and goes till he physically can't anymore." They share a fond look. "Well I think we're all tired after this week. I certainly am." Nami points out. She heave a sigh and gathers up her items. "I'm going to follow in our captain footsteps and head to bed. I won't be making any headway on this island if I'm sleep deprived." Nami gets up and on her way out says, "I'll see you boys in the morning."

"See you in the morning Nami." "I wish you sweet dreams Nami-swan~" The galley door closes being her.

Ussop mind jumps back to Luffys mumbles from earlier, but dismisses the thoughts. j

Just Luffy being Luffy. He turns to Sanji.

"Want any help with the dishes?"

"Sure. You wash I'll dry."

"Aww but Sanji I've developed if-i-touch-soap-ill-melt-disease!"

A moment of silence... A snort,

"Just get your butt over here Ussop."

"Yes chef."

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End notes:

Possible sanji and zoro dialogue

First fight

"Your gonna get another nosebleed love-cook."

"Oi. What was that you shitty marimo!?"

"Have your ears clogged from all that blood rushing to your head Curly-brow?!"

Talking about supplies

"Yeah we need more booze,"

"Oi shut it shitty moss,"

"Haahhh? What was that love cook."

"Oh you heard me you-"

[sidesteppostinghours]

WIP its-not-Wednesday-but-close-enough

tagged by @autistic-sidestep! thank you for the tag :D i have,,, so many wips rn. pulp stop starting a million projects challenge. all of these are very rough, and a lot of them feature other steps, but i wanted to share a few :]

for writing, ive got these:

“What the hell, man!” Mitchel hisses. He’s let go, but he hasn’t bothered lowering his voice. Too loud, but real. Caine groans, pulling themselves up from the mattress. At least it wasn’t the floor– this could’ve hurt a lot worse. They wince at the throb in their shoulder as they reach for the wall, probing for a light switch. When he flicks it on reality re-establishes itself once more.  It’s Caine’s room, familiarly bare-bones. There’s only a singular twin sized bed in one corner of the room and a desk just across, with a heap of laundry they haven’t bothered to do taking up the chair. Mitchel stands on the mattress in the middle, both parts pissed and bleary eyed. His cheek is a lightish colour that’s a telltale sign it’s going to bruise, and a portion of his blanket stubbornly clings onto his shoulder. There’s no threat in here, or at least nothing more threatening than Mitchel annoyed. The knowledge doesn’t stop the blood pounding in their ears.

-caine wakes up and gets jumpscared by @hyper-pixels mitchel. they react to this calmly.

Marshal Steel has hair stuck in his finger joints. That's the first thing Daniel noticed when he came in to work this morning. Steel has his civilian hands on, which is normal when he has admin work. Those civilian hands will usually have hair in it too, mostly from Spoon. That's also normal. What's not normal is the colour; because instead of the odd tufts of grey fur Daniel's used to seeing scattering Steel's joints, this is a single, longer strand that he's sure wasn't left on purpose. Because the hair strand is brown. Suspiciously similar to Ortega's own brown hair.

-herald is suspicious that his boss is having another secret relationship with a pretty old man, but its none of his business! not at all. thats why hes eavesdropping on them from the breakroom pantry.

“What are you two talking about?” Ortega jerks, nearly spilling coffee all over Wei, tearing a curse out of him as he yanks his head to the direction of the voice.  Speak of the devil. Caine glances between the two, head cocked. When did he get here? Ortega doesn't remember inviting him, and nobody told him he was coming either. Not that Ortega isn't happy to see him, but the timing… “Dios mio, Spot, how long have you been standing there?” he mutters. He gives his coffee a once over, but nothing's spilled.  He turns back to Caine and double takes. The poor guy looks like he's just run a marathon– he's drenched in his own sweat. He's not wearing his raggedy sweater, for once. Instead, he's got a skintight suit with a simple white tee over it.

-a multi-pov fic featuring the same conversation, but told from the perspective of ortega, chen, and caine. trying to practice voices with it, and so far its been fun digging into each of them!

as for art wips:

-arde and vera based on the song "the villain i appear to be"! i actually made this today after playing the new revelations demo lmfao. i do not remember what arde looks like 😔 im so sorry ive done you a disservice

the next two have blood+mild gore in them, so im throwing them under the cut!

-cyrus gets Fucked Up by a dream version of fawn from @villainsidestep, based on this absolutely vile(/pos) soul read of him:

because why not fuck him up even more??

-mitchel painting i have yet to put down colours for that i am lovingly dubbing "cannibalism (NOT ROMANTIC)". chew it out with your teeth mitchel!!!!

ill be tagging everybody mentioned in the post, plus @idlenight, @disastersteps, and maybe @euelios if you all wanna give this a shot?