#am i a wip hoarder?

[parameciam]

ah yes, what a pleasant night. i'm going to work on my wips.

proceeds to start a new wip instead. why am i like this.

send help.

[jube-art]

Hi your dbda art is making feral, like nearly every au you've posted about had inspired me to start writing a fic 😂 I can't promise any of them will ever be finished, I unfortunately am a cryonic wip hoarder, but I thought I'd tell you how much you inspire me anyway!!

!!!! Please! I love reading anything inspired by my work!!!! I’m always making art, and if you post any work of fiction inspired by my art I straight up will make you more art for it.

And thank you for the kind ask! Just for you; more art-

[ofmermaidstories]

knocking on your door and when you let me in i am disheveled and holding up for you a jar of rose jam. it is the best rose jam you will ever have ever in your entire life BUT it comes with a price... you must tell me about your wip 帰省....

i have some crusty bread for the jam and a jar of goats cheese. 😌 come in junie i will make u some tea and get u an ashtray. but 帰省, eh? i need to get someone who like, actually speaks japanese to fact check that title for me LMAOOO, it’s meant to be homecoming—writing the title in japanese is just me trying to be cool and pay hommage to all the early 2000s j-horror films that like, have influenced me in general, and influenced this fic. 🥹 idk if it works or just makes me look like a vaporwave aesthetics chaser LOL. 🥹👉🏽👈🏽 ah well. anyways, it’s about our Reader who is a specialised trauma-type cleaner; clearing out hoarder homes, places where people have laid dead for like 45 days before they were found, etc etc. Reader’s drawn to one of their latest cleans—and ends up buying the place. one of their neighbourinos is Bakugou. 😌 alsoooo the house might be haunted, we don’t know yet. 👁️

i am being (kinda) flippant but this fic is really near and dear to me. it’s about being sad, and how sometimes we stay sad because it’s easier than acknowledging that it’s not a stationary place to live in; that sometimes we move through it. 🥹 also bakugou makes us dinner. 😌

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

I'd like to know more about 2, 4, 6 and 8 please if you don't mind. For the WIP asks game. Thank you!!

Hi!! 💝 I don't mind at all - 🥰🥰

2. Little TK fic - This is my regression fic - where TK is a classified Little but after moving to Austin tries hard to stomp down this side of him; but he is who he is! This is from an upcoming chapter where Owen drops TK off at Mateo's for a playdate....

"TK! TK!" Mateo exclaimed at the top of his lungs, bursting in when he saw his friend and his dad in the kitchen. "I got a new bed!"

"We can jump on it!" TK cheered, his eyes bright. Owen was never more grateful he had dressed TK in overalls that morning when he made a quick grab for the back.

"Daddy". TK whined, trying and failing to run away. "Let go! Wanna play!"

"And you will," Owen said, scooping his squirming son up in his arms. "But we have to talk first".

4. He'll Talk when He's Ready - This came from thinking a lot about Carlos and TK as babies and how different they would have been. Carlos is more shy naturally and the baby of the family and I saw him walking late, and TK is the only child of talkers; that boy came out practically ready to run I feel!

“Put both hands on the cup, Carlitos,” Andrea said as she balanced Carlos in her lap. “That’s it, amor. Such a big boy”. She kissed the top of his head. Carlos always felt better when she did that. “Andrea, is he talking at all yet?” her sister, Veronica asked. “No, not yet,” Andrea shook her head. “But that’s okay. He’ll talk when he’s ready. He’s a good listener”. Carlos hugged his cup while he listened to his mama talk. He didn’t know what she was saying; she and her sister and her mama switched between Spanish and English. Carlos knew he was supposed to know both, but that was scary. Talking in one language seemed scary.

6. Hazing fic- aka why am I so mean to our sweet TK fic -

If TK hadn't been a probie at his dad's firehouse in New York, and was in one where they know he's a legacy and they gleefully, sadistically practice hazing (I have this headcanon that Owen doesn't allow the probies in his house to be hazed and enforces it) but before TK goes there he doesn't have a good probie experience (also I wanted to make this its own fic because for my in depth look at TK's growing up years, he will go right from academy to his dad's house due to stuff that happens when he's in academy)

“Looks like the probies are chatting up a storm today,” Upson observed. “But how do we know they’re getting work done if they’re just talking?” “I wondered that too, my friend,” Skinner said, clapping him on the shoulder. “After all, we need this floor clean. They’re not going to get anywhere if they keep gabbing like they’re in a hair salon”. “We did clean the floor,” Adam said, pointing. “It’s good”. TK winced; he knew Adam wasn’t getting the special attention that TK was, but he felt that was a rule of being a probie; don't ever tell your superior the job is done. TK wasn’t even surprised when Skinner reached out, filled a mug with coffee, and then turned the mug upside down and dumped the coffee on the floor. TK moved back a little so it didn’t splash him in the face. “Probie Schwartz,” Skinner said, “there appears to be coffee all over this floor. Does this floor look clean?” Adam mutely shook his head. “I’m looking for an answer,” Skinner said, louder. “Probie Schwartz. Does this floor look clean to you?” “No, sir!” Adam practically shouted empathetically. “Well, me neither”. Skinner said. “Get to work. But we’re going to help you two be less… distracted”. He looked at Upson. “Care to lend Schwartz here your socks?”

8. Tarlos kitty fic -

Seeing how inconsolable TK is after Lou II passes away (he makes it to 14 though - which is good for a beardie!!) and Carlos sees a story on the news of a hoarder's nest in town where the owner of the home passed away and the city was trying to find homes for her 27 cats, Carlos takes TK down to see if he wants a new friend. TK takes to one, but Carlos soon learns... cats select their favorite people themselves!

"She's so cute," TK said, getting down on the floor to pet the black cat. "What's her name?"

"Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Jacob, Mrs. Hofstadter's nephew, replied.

"For real?" Carlos asked, his eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "Wouldn't that be a better name for a cat... who doesn't have black fur?"

"Maybe". Jacob yawned. "My aunt has the whole General Mills line up. There's Apple Jacks, Chex, Cookie Crisp, Frosted Flakes... most of them go by nicknames".

TK looked up. He was giving this cereal-named cat scritches under her furry little chinny-chin-chin. "Can we call her Toast? Would she respond to that?"

"As much as she responds to anyone addressing her," Jacob said with a shrug. "Cats aren't like dogs. They really only respond if they feel like it".

Carlos had seen those heart eyes before. And, this was his idea.

And that cat was bigger than an alligator lizard.

"So," he said, kneeling down next to his husband, "have you made your pick, sir?"

TK smiled; one of the few genuine smiles Carlos had seen on his husband in the ten weeks since Lou passed. Carlos had really missed it.

Thank you for the asks!! 🫶

[cutestkilla]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold and @thewholelemon!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

The only WIP I’m really actively working on right now is Hiding Out in the Open.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Psychology Podcast Hidden Brain + AU where Simon and Baz never got together but Simon still lost his magic and got spelled by Smith = Non-linear AWTWB-era Baz negging Simon with podcast links but actually secretly being sweet the whole time until they’re having real conversations and like, excavating some trauma until Simon figures himself out (or does he?) (He does, I’m not a monster.)

(I needed more terms for this equation, a few higher powers maybe.)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Well, so far I’ve warned for anxiety/panic attacks, implied/referenced child abuse, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of eating bugs, AND mentions of animal cruelty. SOUNDS FUN RIGHT?

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

So this fic is titled after a Feist song. The alternate title was a combination of a Ron Sexmith song that Feist did a great cover of and the name of the fictional podcast in my story:

Secret Heart, Invisible Mind

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next?

Oh, it’ll be this one for sure! I have nothing else even approaching any kind of written state.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Well, it’s just titled after the fic. But before I had a title and was just dreaming things up, I had a doc titled “Hidden Brainstorms”. There’s also a doc in the folder for this titled “Enemies Closer” that’s filled with research I did for an episode I have to invent…

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“You stood him up? What the hell Basil? I cancelled my plans for this.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

Okay so I am an idea hoarder, I rarely fully scrap an idea until I’m done writing a story, I just park them all in a dumping ground at the end of my doc for ongoing review. But one for sure scrapped idea I had for this back in the start was that Shep would co-host a podcast at some point in this story.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Welllllllll, I may have an entire (shared) Trello board for a fic that @artsyunderstudy and I have been excitedly talking about co-writing. I won't say much but it’s a Canonverse AU, featuring older strangers-to-lovers Snowbaz, and it’s a ghost story. Your basic SPOOKY SEXY SAD CATHARSIS type of deal.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively? One. Two if you count the Trello board which I periodically add ideas to. Three if you count the Wedding fic draft I have 20K written for and could start writing on again at ANY MOMENT.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Well, I’m about to be struggling with writing the scene where Baz listens to the podcast episode I have to completely invent. I have a full first rough pass at this chapter done, except that part where I just copy pasted a bunch of research notes to come back to…

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

🙏YOU get a kudos, and YOU get a kudos, and YOU get a kudos!

Tags in case you wanna: @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @skeedelvee @emeryhall @mooncello @monbons @angelsfalling16 @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @run-for-chamo-miles @brilla-brilla-estrellita @best--dress @onepintobean @martsonmars @messofthejess @ileadacharmedlife @urban-sith

[runawaymun]

Give us Dehya x Baizhu wip content *makes grabby hands*

WIP game

HEHE

okay okay here's a section: small violence warning. More realistic than what we get in the game, for obvious reasons.

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Pain burst through Dehya's arm, and the limb went dead. Damn. That wasn't good. Ugh. Fine. She bared her teeth at the treasure hoarder.

"Did your mommy teach you that?"

He snarled at her and lunged back in with the knife.

One, she could deal with. Two, three, no problem, but it was getting downright crowded in this cave. Boss and his kid had better start running so fucking fast right now.

Her good hand sparked. She slammed her claymore point-first into the ground with a whoosh of pyro, and let her fist blaze into flame.

"You're dead meat!"

She went in swinging. The first guy got a faceful of red-hot metal. The second caught the claws of her gauntlet, tearing straight down to his skull. She dodged a strike from the third and slammed her shoulder into him, but before she could throw another punch, she heard something whiz through the air, and her whole body seized with a surge of electro.

Well now they're not playing fair.

Not that treasure hoarders ever played fair.

The third guy regained his balance, hefted his hammer, and reeled back. Great. If she could just get her limbs to work. Goddamn fucking potion slingers--

Inexplicably, the hammer swung in and bounced straight off of a rippling field, inches away from Dehya's head. Then, a tendril of livid green mist shot out from the shadows behind her, cruised from one body to the next, slithering in through their noses, out through their mouths, felling them one, by one, by one, until it was just down to the idiot with the hammer: standing in shock, wondering what the hell was going on.

That was when boss, of all people, appeared out of nowhere and delivered three swift strikes with the points of his fingers: behind the bandit's ear, then to his shoulder, then with so much force to the guy's chest that he shot back into the cave wall before going completely slack and crumpling to the ground.

The mist curled back toward Dehya, but before she could worry, it soothed over the gash in Dehya's arm, and the pain disappeared. Experimentally, she shook it out. Huh.

Boss turned around and offered her a hand, tsking. "They never seem to learn."

Dehya took his hand, but didn't pull too hard. He was putting up a good front but he looked like he was about to tip over any second.

"I thought you were a doctor."

"I am," he said at the exact same time that Changsheng insisted: "He is!"

"Since when do doctors uh-- poke people to death?" Dehya demanded to know, standing and dusting herself off.

Boss almost looked offended. Behind his glasses, his pupils thinned. "He's not dead. Just...unconscious. A brief disruption to his vital qi. Call it the...classics of acupuncture."

"Sure," Dehya said. "Where's Qiqi?"

"I'm here~" came the deadpan call.

"I told you guys to run!"

From Boss' shoulders, Changsheng scoffed. "As if."

[helpimhyperfixating]

*Peeks your hoarder status*

So......... y'all got any of them WIPs? 👀 Tbh, I've always been intrigued by that Android Joots...

The android fic has been a little baby of mine for so so long. And I’m so mad at myself for constantly forgetting about it

I wanna finish it, Dangit 😩

So, I’ve decided to give you all the first scene of meeting Android!Jotaro :3

Is this inspired by DBH? Yes, but it’s my own spin on androids too ^^

The plot of course involves romance and this is just one (long) scene, but have an extended sneak peak:

Word Count: 1562

The doorbell ringing caught your attention.

Putting down your book, you got up and started walking to your door, only to hear the doorbell ringing once more. Calling out a soft ‘I’m coming!’ as you sped up, the doorbell rang again and you furrowed your brow for whoever impatient was standing behind it.

Pulling the door open a little harder than you intended, you glared up. “What?” You asked with a hint of annoyance, only for your eyes to widen.

Looking down at you, face devoid of any emotion, stood an android. Your j.o.e.s.t.a.r. Android. “O-Oh, hello.”

He was wearing the standard android uniform of long-sleeved shirt and pants – the dark coloured version. Simple yet effective. His right sleeve sported the android indicator, as if the glowing light on the left side of his head was not evidence enough.

“Good morning. I am the KJ03, serial number 172941, your new android.”

For a second you just stood there, dumbfounded. His voice was very deep and sounded smooth, making you want to blush. At that being your first thought however, you mentally slapped yourself and jump-started into action.

“Uh, come in, sorry!” You stepped aside and let the door open a little wider, giving him room to get inside.

He didn’t say anything but just got inside, walking through the hall and then stopping in the middle of the room, holding his hands in his pockets as he seemed to just… stop.

After twenty seconds of you just staring at his back and him not moving, you walked up to him and around to in front of him. “Uh, are you alright?”

At this, he finally averted his eyes down to you, looking you over for a second and stopping at your feet before turning around and looking behind himself.

“I apologise, I’ve tracked dirt.” Stepping out of his shoes, he bent down and picked them up, turning back to you. “I’ll clean it.” With that, he walked back to the door and put his shoes in the corner. In the same area as yours but still a bit away - out of the way.

“You don’t have to, you know, honest mistake.” You spoke and you could have sworn you saw his eyes soften for a split second before steeling back into what they were before.

“It is my duty as your android.” He opened the broom closet in the hallway without faltering and took out a dustpan and tin, as if he had always known it was stored there.

Furrowing your brows a bit, you simply looked at him for a bit while he cleaned the few atoms of dirt he had tracked inside, getting lost in your thoughts at the same time.

He was a lot politer and more formal than you would have imagined. But at the same time, every sentence he had said so far seemed a bit strained. As if someone dragged to a party and forced to talk and intermingle with others. Did he not want to talk like that but was he being forced to? Could you do anything to make him more comfortable? Make him change his mind about being formal? He seemed really stubborn, would that even be possible?

“Miss L/N.” His voice speaking up snapped you out of your thoughts and you saw him standing right in front of you, bent down slightly to your height to look directly into you eyes. “I asked if there was something else you wanted me to do.”

“Oh, uh…” You looked around a bit, but honestly, you had no idea what to do with an android. “No, not really, sorry. You can just go do something you like?” You said, unsure, and he hummed, standing upright and going to turn away before you stopped him. “Wait!” At this, he stopped turning and looked back at you.

“Yes?”

“Do you have something I can call you?”

“I am the KJ03. Many abbreviate that to Kujo.” He stated but you frowned.

“Would you want to be called by your model number all your life?”

At this, he fully turned to face you again. “I don’t have a life. I don’t die.” He spoke in a deadpan but his words sent a pang through your heart. “I’m a machine, I don’t need a name, personally - other than what kind of machine I am.”

With that, you already had enough. “Hey!” You pointed a finger right at his face, firmly getting his attention. “Stop talking like that! Just because we have different insides doesn’t mean I can’t care nor that you shouldn’t! I name everything, buddy-boy. From my printer, to my plushies, to my plant over there! That’s Marie by the way.” You angrily pointed to the plant standing in the hallway to your left. “Everything deserves a name, and that definitely includes you.”

He was silent while he looked down at you, his face showing nothing, but a faint yellow light was coming from his emotional indicator on his left temple. You didn’t know what exactly that meant but you’d figure it out later.

“So, I will ask again. Do you have something I can call you? Something that is not your serial number or model, I mean.”

“……” He was silent for a few seconds longer before he opened his mouth again. “You can appoint a name for me, should you so desire.”

“W-Wait?! Me?!!” You called out loudly in response and he flinched back a bit, automatically making you quickly apologise before starting to nervously bounce again. “Why me?” You asked nervously and he cocked his head to the side.

“Did you not just say you name everything?”

You, who was biting you nails while staring mindlessly at his chest, looked up at him at that. “Y-Yeah but those were for silly little things! Does that plant look like a Marie to you?” You said while frantically pointing at the tall plant in the pot to your left.

“It looks like a Dracaena Gold Star.” He simply spoke.

You stuck out your bottom lip in worry, going back to biting your nails.

“Don’t do that.” The android in front of you then pulled your hand away from your face and you took a deep breath. “Just take my model if you are that worried. Kujo is fine.”

“No, other people already call you that! I don’t want to copy! Besides, where does the 3 go in that name?” You put your hands on your hips now, staring intently at the KJ03 model number displayed on his shirt on the left side of his chest. As if that would reveal all the answers.

“Did you know a 3 looks a bit like the Japanese kanji for ‘ro’?” You suddenly questioned after a few seconds of intense staring, but didn’t look up, the android also choosing to remain silent while your mind was just spinning. “So… how about something like Jo…ro… or something? No, that doesn’t sound right, it needs something in the middle.” You were just talking your thoughts out loud now and your eyes drifted over to your plant, making you perk up. “Hey, what kind of plant was Marie again?”

“A Dracaena Gold Star.”

“So! How about, Jostarro…? No, that doesn’t sound right either, I don’t want your name to be your line of design, just slightly spelled different.” You mused. “So, we get rid of the ‘s’. And then the double ‘r’ also makes no sense so we’ll get rid of that one too. Then, we are left with… Jotaro.”

With that, you slowly straightened your back and looked up at his face, still seeing him looking down at you.

“Do you like it?”

He didn’t say anything, though it looked like he was going to open his mouth for a very brief second before being stopped, his emotional indicator flashing orange for a very brief second before going back to the neutral white. “I don’t have to like it. Only you do.”

“Do. You. Like. It? I don’t want to ask again.” You threatened lightly and the android in front of you stared for a second, almost contemplating before he spoke.

“Where does the K of KJ03 go in the name Jotaro?”

Opening your mouth, you stopped yourself from speaking before squinting at him, seeing the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Alright, alright. Sarcasm huh? Well, Kan fuck off, that’s where it goes.” You answered back with a smirk of your own.

“Can starts with a C.” He spoke back in the driest tone possible and you snorted.

“So you do got jokes.” You grinned, still getting not much emotion out of him other than the faintest upward curves of his lips, but that was already all you needed.

“That is not correct English.”

You snorted again. “You are right but also shush and let me talk my lingo.” Your finger was sassily waving back and forth again and he followed it with his eyes, making you realise and bring it back down together with your head. “Uhm, so, you do like it, right? I know it is technically still you model number but it is kind of unique and-“

“I like it.” He cut you off and you looked up at him again, seeing the emotional indicator on his temple glow a very faint blue.

[therentyoupay]

just want to quickly tell you that i really admire your dedication in completing your 'at the center' fiction, which is WOW, absolutely commendable!! ( and expanding other drabbles as well??? i'm blown away ).

although we've only been following each other recently, i hope to be like you someday and have the motivation to keep posting updates for my fics no matter how long it takes 🥹 okay that's all and have a very nice day!!

thank you!! 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💖💖💖 so much!!! for your sweet comments and for the encouragement and for dropping by to leave a message 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖🙏🙏🙏🙏 I HOPE YOU, TOO, HAVE A VERY NICE DAY ✨

and i'd like to also take a moment to say a few words about (✨forging, fostering✨) the motivation to keep posting updates for fics (no matter how long it takes!!!!), but first, i'd also like to very briefly share with you two of my all-time favorite fanfiction WIPs (one is ongoing 20+ years, and the other is 10+) to help contextualize my response:

#1. ————

More Than Human (Words: 332,245 | Complete: No) by sbj "Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Camus {High School AU!RrB/PpG}

FIRST PUBLISHED: January 31, 2009

LAST UPDATED: June 18, 2019

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 10 years, 4 months, and 21 days

#2. ————

Re-Entry (Words: 568,178 | Works: 22 | Complete: Yes) and Re-Entry: Journey of the Whills (Words: 923,940 | Works: 59 | Complete: No) Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. {Time Travel AU!Star Wars Re-Write} by flamethrower

FIRST PUBLISHED: October 1, 2002

LAST UPDATED: December 30, 2022

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 20 years, 3 months, and 6 days

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these WIPs are only two examples! tons of my favorite stories have spanned multiple years of progress!

mine! ————

at the center (Words: 395,094 | Complete: No) by @therentyoupay Legends and fairy tales, magic and myths, and—at the center of it all—a story of a young, future-Queen and her young, ageless-Guardian; a girl cursed with fear and a god frozen in time, and all of the reasons why seeing isn't always at the heart of believing. {Guardian AU!Jelsa}

FIRST PUBLISHED: January 17, 2014

LAST UPDATED: January 2, 2024

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 9 years, 11 months, and 22 days (happy almost 10th anniversary!! ✨)

thoughts & feelings! ————

everyone writes at their own pace, in their own time, with the best resources they have, according to whatever life stage(s) they are at 💕

~most readers generally express gratitude and understanding and patience! fandom culture (across fandoms) shifts and changes all the time, so while there are times in fandom (generally) in which the ✨entitled expectation✨ is for fic authors to "WRITE FAST, PUBLISH OFTEN," there are also times in which readers go out of their way to share beautifully encouraging messages like "even if you never update again, i am so grateful for what you have given us (so far)!" and "i will wait for this story to update for the rest of my life, and i will be happy with an update no matter how long it takes" and, often—both messages at the same time. 💖

a good skill to develop is the mental strength to withstand the not-so-nice messages while absorbing the positivity of the lovely ones! i don't post or respond to the really nasty anons i sometimes receive 👀 like the ones that accuse me of having "abandoned nearly all [my] fics"—i personally delete them immediately! anons like that do not deserve someone else's ✨energy✨. (for the first time—i think, ever?—i did post someone's confusing? rude? anon the other day [i.e., i am a hoarder who creates suffering by withholding fic updates?? i think??], but i attribute that choice to publicly post [my reaction gif to that anon] to my current Life Stage™ and my hard-earned self-confidence in the knowledge that I Can Do Hard Things. ✨ my development of that muscle has come from finishing other long-progress fanfics, and, to be honest, Real Life Milestones like going to grad school [twice] and Doing a Dissertation ✨). all in all, the motivation to keep updating is really, at its core, about having the will and the time and the mental energy and the passion to dedicate time to something that you really want to do, even through all the obstacles and nonsense, which takes mental (and emotional) strength! 💖 develop and fortify your mental fortitude! 💖💖💖💖 it's a lifelong process! ✨

and lastly, and most importantly, in my opinion... regardless of whether or not you think any potential readers might be out there (chances are there WILL BE, but that's not the point!!!), just keep writing... and write what you want, and write for yourself! whether you update in two days, or ten years, or twenty-two—do it, anyway!! 💖💖💖💖💖

LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK 💖✨ (and keep me posted lol)

[thehoneybeet]

I’m SO here for the cow reclist please do it! 🤍🖤

Okay so it turns out niche reclists are really hard. I have no idea how you and @sitp-recs do it. A million kudos to everyone who does these. Anyway, thanks @mxlfoydraco for the nudge I needed to get this going! This one was inspired by a post I reblogged from @corvuscrowned about the universal truth that love is stored in cows. Without further ado,

DRARRY + COWS

fics with the presence of at least one cow:

🍃 the treehouse near primrose downs (2022, M, 14k) by @softlystarstruck

Draco is sure his giddy joy is written all over his face, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to have a cozy magical house with his best friend, and he’s going to get cows.

🐮 Featured cows: Flora, baby Freya, and Felicity

I can't say enough good things about this fic. Not only does the word "cow" appear 41 times, but it is a central point in the story of Draco and Harry's gentle love for each other. When everyone else gets tired of Draco talking constantly about his cows, Harry listens. I am also in love with Mexican Harry exploring his heritage and also learning the harp (!!). A beautiful meditation of the kind of love that makes a friendship and a home.

⚡️ The Bolthole (2020, E, 54k) by @tepre, aideomai, and GallaPlacidia

"Harry, are you scared of cows?"

"No!"

“Because it seems as if you may be scared of cows,” said Draco, looking more and more amused.

“I’m not!”

“Is this your one weakness? Saving people, and… cows?”

“Fuck off!”

🐮 Featured cows: none by name, but several picturesque descriptions

This fic speaks for itself, but what I love most about it is the way it deals with grief. Harry is a hoarder; Draco is grieving. A gorgeous classic.

🌼 The Genesis Theory by @stationintern (WIP ch 6/13, 2023, M):

"I am aware that you're messing with me, Potter. You're laying it on pretty thick." Malfoy folded his arms, his lean frame only a few inches taller than Harry's. "I will milk the cow and do it without fear. Just to spite you."

🐮 Featured cows: Rosita the Undead Therapy Cow, Harriet, Juniper, and others

I am reccing this fic even though it's still a WIP because 1) The last update was a few days ago, 2) it's SO GOOD, and 3) there are named cows and mysterious necromantic flowers. Harry has a farm and keeps his life secret from the magical world, but slowly he begins to let Draco in. Go give the author some e(bull)ient praise!

Honourable Mentions (below the cut)

There are a surprising number of fics featuring farms but with no mention of cows. Curiouser and curiouser! Where did they go? It's a moo-stery. Of course, the reasonable explanation is that the farms are simply not cow farms (we'll ignore this for the present, because after all, these fics still have the lovely spirit of cows, and that's really what matters). So:

Here are a few fics involving drarry and farms:

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor: While there are no cows, Luna and Ginny's beautiful farm has thestrals, white bison, an erumpent, and a thunderbird.

Third Quarter Moon by pourcesalad: A nearly complete wip (you've been warned) featuring werewolf!Draco who works on a muggle farm, and a fascinating take on the treatment of werewolves in magical society.

Fruit Stand by @drarrily-we-row-along: Draco grows peaches and keeps bees. Breathtaking, soft, and tender.

In conclusion, the world is unfortunately deficient in drarry + cows fics. My dear writers, it would be so wonderful if there were more cows on your farms and in your steamy cowboy fics and on your roadtrips and countryside vistas (and if they had names)! Happy reading and if you have more cow-related fic recs, don't hesitate to moove those to the cowments.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

WIP Wednesday

“What am I supposed to be listening to? Did they find new information about the kidnapping or something?” Peter asked, his brow knit together with confusion. He knew May loved a good mystery but he hadn’t realized she was all that invested in Tony Stark’s missing son. Usually, she deemed the man as a nuisance and hoarder of wealth. ‘Look at Mister Money Bags thinking he’s so benevolent just because he dropped a few thousand dollars on a bunch of underprivileged kids. I took in an orphan. Where’s my free money?’ she'd asked just a few weeks prior. 

[noenvyy]

WIP 2023 Submission

Story Title: "Bring Me Tomorrow/Stay With Me" @wipbigbang

Fandom: MDZS/ The Untamed

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34668886/chapters/86313907

Art: Poster is made by the amazing @kingstoken

Summary: "It hadn’t taken long for the word to make its way around the cultivation world. Wei Wuxian, the Yiling patriarch, the dark individual who had cast a shadow over the collective peace of mind of all the clans had been defeated.

It was true.

Captured, beaten, stripped of his legendary weapon, Chenqing, and currently held in the dungeons of Lotus pier, the very place that he used to call his home, it seemed his reign of terror was finally coming to a close."

An AU where Wei Wuxian is captured shortly after Jin Zixuan's death. Hearing his beloved sentenced to death Lan Wangji finally has the impetus to bear his heart and confess his true feelings to Wei Ying. But what happens when new love has no time? When everything you've held precious is shattered and scattered to the winds, how do you find the will to keep going? How do you even begin to conceive of tomorrow?

Warnings: Major Character Death, Non-Con, Rape--alluded to but not explicit, Torture, Grief, Panic Attack, 

Characters: Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao, Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng, Nie Huisang, Jin Guangshan, Nie Mingjue, Lan Sizhui

Pairings: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao/Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Implied Xicheng

When I Started: Back in the middle of the pandemic during a manic depressive episode.

How I Lost My Shit: It was just taking super long man.

How I Finished My Shit: When this year’s @wipbigbang came up, I thought, it's now or never baybeee! Gotta get this done! It's finally done, can't believe it happened. This is my first ever original fic. I started it about four years ago in the peak of the pandemic. Things were rough and dark, those days and the years ahead would see a lot of depressive lows and horrible manic highs. But through that time my sister introduced me to The Untamed and MDZS became kind of a small beacon of light. Because of that story I suddenly found the will to create art, to write again after not having done so for years.

I'm still not sure exactly how or why this fic was written only that I enjoyed the journey of it and am glad to have finally been able to finish.

To those of you who were with me from the very beginning you have absolutely NO IDEA how much your kudos and kind words and spellchecks and feedback gave me hope and light through some ridiculously tough time. In the four years of working on this fic I've struggled with mental health, gotten a diagnosis for cyclothymia, been evicted twice, had to move back with my parents who are hoarders and live in a shack, move again, get married twice once in a different country. You guys stuck with me through it all and I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for your readership and your eternal kindness. Once again thank you to everyone who was kind enough to kudos and comment. May the grass be ever green beneath you feet, may your lifetime be full of good and wonderful stories, those you hear, those you tell and those who you experience first hand.

All my love to you all.

[xzyolotl]

I am currently focusing on personal projects, so I have decided to create a Patreon. [ Joining my Patreon ] will help me to focus more on what I enjoy creating, you will also get access to WIPs, project previews, early viewing of finished artwork and other goodies depending on the tier you join, such as: High-Resolution Artwork, Low-Poly 3D Models as .blend files, Stickers, Art Prints, and Rough Sketch Requests. Patrons will also have the opportunity to provide input and vote on future projects. My artwork and other projects aren’t going anywhere, I will continue to update my public webpages, things will just be a bit slower. Patreon will just be another way for people who enjoy my work to help me create what I enjoy. Here is an overview of the available tiers, prices are in usd: Tip-Jar ($1): - View WIPs, project previews and finished artwork. Polygon Hoarder ($4): - View WIPs, project previews and finished artwork. - Access to downloadable high-resolution artwork. - Low-poly 3D models as .blend files (Non-Commercial Use Only.) Sticker Book ($8): - View WIPs, project previews and finished artwork. - Access to downloadable high-resolution artwork. - Low-poly 3D models as .blend files (Non-Commercial Use Only.) - Sticker Club: Receive a sticker in the mail each month. Art Collector ($10): - View WIPs, project previews and finished artwork. - Access to downloadable high-resolution artwork. - Low-poly 3D models as .blend files (Non-Commercial Use Only.) - Sticker Club: Receive a sticker in the mail each month. - Art Print Club: Receive an artwork printed on 4x6 inch paper (with margins trimmed) in the mail each month. - One rough sketch request each month, my [ commission TOS applies. ]

I also have a small shop update: New shipping options have been added to the [ Big Cartel shop ], shipping prices have also been adjusted. More information can be found at the [ Shop Info page. ] I have also launched an [ Etsy shop ], it will have the same products as the Big Cartel shop.

I am very thankful for the support my work has gotten over the years, I never thought my work would attract the interest that is has. Thank you all so much!

[spideronthesun]

36 and 39 for WIP hoarder asks

Hello!!

36- Have you ever coloured your docs for your wips?

Yep! I consistently highlight the main titles of every chapter. It is more fun that way for me. Since I am revising my manuscript again from the first chapter, I have now switched from a blue to brown color.

39- When you write numbers, do you say ‘3’ or ‘three’?

1! 3! 5! 7! 9! And so on..

[kookaburra-laugh]

WIP Rec Wednesday - week 12

Lest They Be Flatmates in Disguise by TheOldAquarian @darkpurpledawn

rated E | 12k + words | 3 of ?? chapters posted

Aziraphale and Crowley, a recently demoted angel and a demon taking a pay cut, have never met. In their scrambles to get an affordable place to live, each of them looks online for a human flatmate. Crowley responds to an insomniac bon vivant and finds himself living with a stuffy, bossy homebody. Aziraphale writes back to a tidy minimalist and ends up with an obnoxious houseplant hoarder and his six pet snakes.

As they each try to conceal their supernatural abilities, flat-sharing turns to fighting, fighting turns to flirting, and flirting turns to...

Well, what Aziraphale and Crowley don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

i think about this fic constantly. i am so enamored with the idea and claudine's execution is so witty and funny. follow a recently demoted aziraphale and a crowley who's finally had someone check his expenses as they each navigate trying to find a human roommate and sort out their own discomfort with their personal lives, especially in the romance area

[ars3n1cc]

★ carrd [link] (out of date) ★ hoard [link] ★ pronouns.page [link] ★

(kinda working on a rewrite for this, stand by!)

my current theme is my oc/fursona roadkill

HEY THERE!!

i'm fenyx, the host of the arsenic system / the corvid cacophony! we collectively go by arsenic, but i'll be in front most often. we have p-did, multiple pds, autism, and more. when talking to us, please use tone indicators as we may misunderstand things (probably a lot pff).

i'm a white, multiply disabled, transmasculine anonbinary xenogender hoarder who uses 400+ sets of pronouns and 100+ names. i am ace, aro, and afam spec, ambiamorous, and an omni gay (primarily). i am also intersex. i am otherkin (poly therian + cryptidkin) (kin blog below!!) im also a minor, so dont be weird.

i have a special interest in homestuck, myself (this is mainly my identity but just...me. i blame this on my npd), and (online) queer history.

feel free to send me requests for coining, stimboards, or anything else really pff. im something of a jack of all trades. also feel free to send asks or dms, im always open to talk but usually to scared to say hi first. im also prone to accidental(?) ghosting sooo. this is your warning.

this blog will be used for general fandom things, mogai coining, art, and other general stuff. speaking of, take a look at my....↓ [under the cut]

OTHER BLOGS!!

@cryptidog - otherkin blog

@domestic--lab - homestuck blog

@bl00died-inkdr0p - writing + poetry blog

@arsynical - vent blog (probably wont use)

@puppy-pawprince - our littles blog [wip]

@ars3n1cc-moved - archive/old blog (inactive)

@autiphilia - para blog

(i use like none of these ever)

STANCES!!

pro-mspec lesbians + gays

anti-endo/demo/tulpa/general nontraumagenic

anti-contact para critical

psych critical

anti-radqueer, transx, and whatever else fits into that shit

anti-ship

TAGGING SYSTEM!!

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#arsenic hyperfixates - posts about my hyperfixation

#arsenic fandoms - fandom posts

#arsenic stims - either stimboards/gifs ive made myself or ones ive reblogged

#arsenic shitposts - shitposts :3

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#homo posting on main - talking about/to my boyfriend<33

#discourse - discourse + political things

SYSTEM TAGGING SYSTEM

#blurry.txt - when were blurry/dont know who we are [may not actually use]

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#[alters name].txt

[NOTE: there will be no use of a #fenyx.txt cause im the host and will almost always be in front. also fenyx.txt looks fucking horrible on my eyes /silly but true]

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[mudbloodpotter05]

WIP Wednesday

(Even thought it’s Thursday 😉)

Thank you @historicallysam for the tag.

I actually do have a couple works in progress, which is something new for me, but this most recent one, while not posted anywhere yet, is one I am quite excited to get out there. It was inspired by the story https://archiveofourown.org/works/49500160 written by @cha-melodius

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Henry

Henry sighed as he walked towards his his office. Well not his office. No. He was forced to share the space with the one man, in all of creation, made to torture him. The one he also so desired and that had caught his attention more than anyone ever had.

Alexander Claremont-Diaz

He found himself wanting to know everything about the man. Where was he from. Did he have family nearby? Was he single? Could he be persuaded to bend Henry over his desk in the lecture hall and rail him into next Sunday?

Fortunately (please see: unfortunately) Henry found himself at the closest bar that same night, for happy hour, (damn Pez) and after so many drinks and an introduction, Henry found his lips locked with that of the object of his desires. (‘Not that you’re an object’, Henry had said between breaths) alex had just smiled and things had progressed from there.

And enter, stage left, regret. Henry couldn’t believe what he had done. How wholly unprofessional he’d been. So he did the only thing he knew how to do. That which he was well practiced at.

He froze Alex out. No smiles. No ‘hello, how are you’ in you hall. Not even a goddamn head nod. Henry was ashamed with himself he really liked alex, but he knew he couldn’t afford to be liked in return. Because when it ended, Henry knew he wouldn’t be strong enough, not again. He’d barely made it out the last time and it had taken Pez, Bea and even Philip to pull him through it.

So no. He would do what he needed to in order to save himself. Save Alex from the mess that was Henry Fox Mountchristen-Windsor. And if that includes shooting down every single theory, paper and lecture that Alex would give…did give, them so be it. He could live with the most gorgeous man, that he had ever seen, hating him more than he could a broken heart.

He sighed again, heavier this time as the sky opened and started to pour down upon him. He deserved nothing less. This last year and half of pushing Alex had been hell.

When he’d finally made it inside and down the hall that led to his office, he found himself standing outside with a look of confusion on his face. There, tacked to the door, the only item on it, was an orange post-it with the words that had caused his confusion.

H-

You win.

-A

He carefully plucked the note off the door and tucked it into his pocket and opened the door. Henry wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

He and Alex shared the office and so the space often looked like it was a stack of papers away from being featured on an episode of Hoarders, something which Henry wished he could say was all down to Alex. (Spoiler alert: it wasn’t just Alex)

Only now, the office was clean, or at least half of it was. No, not clean. Empty. Barren. Cleared out. Henry’s mouth dropped open, the note feeling heavy and burning in his pocket.

‘Henry.’ A voice called out, breaking him from the trance he found himself in. Slowly, Henry turned around.

‘Pez, what’s going on?’

Pez looked sad, but not for Henry. ‘I’m sorry, Hazza.’

‘Pez, where’s Alex?’

Pez gave him a sad smile and shook his head. ‘What did you think was going to happen Hen?’

‘I don’t…’ Henry tried, but Pez continued.

‘That man went out of his way to be kind to you and you, out of some sense of self-preservation, which I get, treated that kindness with disdain.’

‘Pez!’

‘Alex is gone henry. He left. Turned in his resignation this morning. Effective immediately.’

Henry turned around, his eyes wide and misty and took in the empty side of the office. He went over and set his bag down in his chair and picked up the line item on Alex’s side, a pencil, it’s tip broken. Gone.

The words on in the note, in his pocket, screamed in his head as loud as they could.

‘You win’

‘Fuck!’ Henry yelled, his voice nothing more than a whisper as the tears began to fall.