#big bang wip is on the table

[barmadumet]

WIP Game: Keyword Search

It’s been a long time since I did a tumby game! Thanks for the tag @tideswept ♥️

Send me any word and I'll search my documents for some form of that word, then post a few sentences containing it! If I don't find the word you sent me, l'll give you something random :)

I get overwhelmed with tagging- picking 3 at random with 3 big whoosh scrolls through my notifs 👍 but if you see this and want to play, please play!

@piecesofeden11 @edgeofn1ght @levenllan23

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @bigfootsmom @iinryer for tidbit Tuesday! It’s late so I’m counting this double for wip Wednesday too, so here’s a kind of long bit! The opening of my big bang fic! OoOooOooh!

Eddie never knew anyone with the knack, growing up. Stacy Winters in the front office had it, according to playground rumor; she and her husband, who was a ranch hand or a cop or a power line worker. Eddie's mom shushed him when he asked about it and told him not to listen to gossip, and anyway he saw them dancing after school once and they seemed just like anybody. He twirled her around and around and she laughed loud enough for Eddie to hear her way down the hall where he was sitting in the nurse's office with an ice pack over a bee sting, watching through the open door. His abuelo and abuela danced like that, and sometimes his mom and dad, too.

It’s a rare phenomenon, a teacher droned on in sophomore biology on a day too nice outside to pay much attention to anything. Congeneric minds — or any of the dozens of colloquial names for them — are uncommon enough on their own, and the odds get even longer for them to find someone who also has the knack that they actually click with. Abuela called them lost pieces, like when Sophia had bumped into the dining room table and sent the jigsaw puzzle flying, sending parts under the fridge never to be found again, leaving their matching edges forever lonely. Together, congeneric minds are capable of great feats, the teacher went on. They share instincts, feelings, sometimes even movements, one mind sending a signal and another body responding. Little is known about the science of it, though not for lack of trying. There’d been a bunch of papers about experiments to force the pairing to happen in people, and then decades later a bunch more papers about how that doesn’t really work, and is entirely unethical anyway. Adrenaline seems to figure into things, some evolutionary quirk to give people in dangerous situations the best chance at surviving.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, people with congeneric potential tend to flock to high stakes environments. Eddie finally met a few pairs in the army, folks so in tune that one of them would be in the air before the other said jump. He’d found it a little uncanny. Johnson and Tucker, eating in the canteen, movements so synchronized it looked like they shared one body that by some bureaucratic error had been spread across two people.

He saw Tucker die, a few months into that first tour. Watched Johnson scream and choke and claw at his chest like the bullets had torn through him. Thought, guiltily, that he was glad no one knew him quite that well, shared his life quite that entirely.

And then, in Los Angeles, 2018, Eddie had met Buck. Then, huddled over a man with a bomb in his leg, Eddie had needed gauze and Buck’s hand had moved. Then, in the parking lot bathed in the light of an ambulance on fire, Buck had inhaled and Eddie's lungs expanded. And, well, that was that.

Tagging (for wip Wednesday) @chronicowboy @homerforsure @shortsighted-owl @shitouttabuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @butchdiaz and @bigfootsmom @iinryer ha ha boomerang

[leeloooonfire]

Reach out to your fav authors

I found out through a mutual that I've got the nickname "Banger" from a fairly large group of readers on a discord server. The server is only discussing and sharing stories about a certain small pairing I like to write and read.

And they gave me this nickname because, apparently, I'm known as that one author who writes a really good story about this pairing, drops it on AO3 with a bang and then vanishes again for a few years until the next story suddenly drops.

My mutual told me that they had a huge discussion about a WIP I deleted earlier this year (due to self-esteem issues, depression, etc) because it is highly loved. Every now and then, someone asks if anyone knows if 'Banger' (me) comes back to reupload and finish the story in the future. Some are even mad at me for deleting most of my stories and vanishing into the void.

All these people talk about my stories and that they want to read more, love what I've written, etc and I'm very grateful for that, but.

And here comes the big but: only a few of them reached out to me through the comment section or DMs here or on twitter to tell me that.

I respect that readers want their own space to share, discuss and connect about stories and pairings and so on, and I would never want to intrude in these spaces, but why not tell me?

Or other authors, for that matter.

Why are you not connecting with the authors of the stories you love and tell them what and why and how much you enjoyed their passion projects they've worked hard for (sometimes months, even years, in the making)?

If you like something, why not tell the people who made it? You wouldn't sit at home with your favourite meal someone made for you and expect them to cook it over and over again when you haven't told them how delicious it is, would you? When you don't make an affirmative hum or nod or rub you belly after eating.

Fandom is a community, in this little analogy perhaps even a home. And fanworks such as art and writing and videos and gif sets and sometimes even music, is the food someone lovingly made for the family and put on the table. It's not a fastfood restaurant, not a high end restaurant where you can stroll in and demand to be fed, throwing money around and then going without thanking the server and the cook.

It's a home-made meal and if you want to eat more of that, you should tell the cook how much you liked it.

Thanks for the nickname, I guess. It would've been nice if someone called me by it to my face instead of hearing it from a friend, it's all.

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday

Big Bang fic/Nursing Home au edition (working title: Say Anything)

Obi-Wan's seat is jolted forward and he hisses as his slowly healing, still battered body is pressed into the table. His spoon goes flying and his bowl tumbles over with a clatter and with a puddle of pea soup in his lap that is sure to stain his favorite cream colored trousers - because of course it's soup - he turns to find the smug sparkle of satisfaction in Anakin's shining blue eyes just inches from his own.

Asshole.

Anakin had acquired a power chair since Obi-Wan had last seen him and promptly driven it directly into Obi-Wan at the first opportunity.

Intentionally, of course.

Petty prick.

Obi-Wan doesn't need to examine the circumstantial evidence (namely his table located in the far corner from the entryway and the wide berth that exists between each table to accommodate two lanes of traffic with extra room to allow for mobility aids and wobbly gaits already factored in) to know that it is exactly what Anakin had been going for. The lopsided smirk that sets his blood boiling tells him all he needs to know.

[rattkachuk]

ooh tell me more about bodyswap 1929? Also my wips are literally called blah 7 and big bang submission and fill 2, then when they're posted I change the title to posted 5 and put them in a seperate folder lmao

body swap fic was a winner (i really wanna finish this one this summer so i'm glad the doc title got some interest dfkgjhj)

When Matthew wakes, his head hurts and his room is stuffy. And quiet. It’s odd, because he always without fail opens his window before going to bed, and when he wakes up there’s always some noisy shore birds and the sound of gentle waves in the canal behind his house. It’s all noticeably absent this morning. His eyes are still fuzzy with sleep, but as he comes to in the dimly lit bedroom everything else is feeling wrong, too. His blankets are different and his pillow feels like those stupid memory foam ones that Leon was always fond of. The ceiling is not the right colour and- What the fuck? his mind screams at him. Why the hell is he in his ex-boyfriend's bedroom in Edmonton, when he’s pretty sure he fell asleep in his own bed in Florida. There’s alarms blaring in his head, but he reaches for his phone on the bedside table, trying to calm the storm that’s building in his chest. It’s not his phone that he grabs, though, and unless he’s tripping fucking balls, the reflection in the screen is not his face. He scrambles out of bed, half tripping on the sheets tangled up with one of his feet. The bathroom lights are harsh, blinding even, and they don’t fucking lie. Matthew’s chest heaves and the reflection staring back at him is most certainly not his face. Not Matthew Tkachuk. “Holy shit,” he breathes, and his voice familiar, but not at all. He knew Leon’s voice as well as the back of his hand, but it was entirely different when said voice was coming from inside him. It’s a dream, it has to be a dream, he thinks as he runs his hands over his—Leon’s?—face. Maybe he did go out and he couldn’t remember, was slipped something, or took something and didn’t remember. That didn’t sound like something he’d do but…maybe. It was the only thing that made sense. Matthew stares at the mirror for so long, so intently, he almost misses the phone buzzing, still tightly gripped in his hand. The words flashing on his screen says ‘do not text’, but the contact photo is one of Matthew from a couple years ago, passed out with Bowie curled in the crook of his arm.

[cha-melodius]

Thanks for the tags @indestructibleheart, @kiwiana-writes, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, and also thank you to everyone who tagged me in Sunday games and the last line thing, which I'm not going to try to dig up here. I'm sure you're wondering what I'm working on now that False Dichotomy is posting; sadly (for those who tagged me lol), I haven't been writing RWRB lately not exactly anyway. My plan is to bang out some fandom fest prompts, my delinquent MTH fic, then ??? (probably start working on my big bang fic tbh).

ANYWAY. This is what's up next.

They’ve had easier jobs, that’s for damned sure. Protecting an entire train of stagecoaches was always going to be a strain on his crew, especially through this territory. They’re good, but they’re not that good. Mobius should have insisted that the client cough up the money to bring on another couple of folks, but they’d been reluctant and Mobius hadn’t wanted to risk the job going to someone else. And really, against most bandits, they’d probably have been fine. They weren’t up against most bandits, though. Mobius flips a blood-streaked silver dollar at the barkeep and collects a bottle of whiskey and four glasses in return without a single word exchanged. His crew is damn-near legendary in these parts; people vacate ‘their’ table when they enter the saloon, tip their hats when they pass on the road, and generally treat them with the kind of wary respect they’ve worked hard to cultivate. Mobius’ crew may be nominally ‘good’ guys, but a hard world makes hard people, especially ones who are hired to protect what passes for civilization out west.

A pile of no pressure tags @rmd-writes, @cricketnationrise, @indomitable-love, @dumbpeachjuice, @myheartalivewrites, @leaves-of-laurelin, @anchoredarchangel, @nicijones, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @justabigoldnerd, @firenati0n, @14carrotghoul, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @ships-to-sail, @sherryvalli, @inexplicablymine, @iboatedhere, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @orchidscript, @three-drink-amy, @ninzied, @mirilyawrites, @dewdropreader, @dreamycloud, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters

And some art wip tags too, perhaps? @wolfpup026, @natendo-art, @bighandsforabigheart, @seanchaidh7

[donationwayne]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @disasterbuck

He lights up when Bobby and Athena arrive with Harry and May in toe. May sits behind the booth in Buck’s chair and happily eats cupcakes, paid for by Bobby. Harry on the other hands goes in search of Denny and Chris on the playground. Bobby gives him a hug and Buck smiles big and wide. “Thanks for coming!” “Hey, baby.” Athena says, looking over his table. He leans down to allow her to place a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, ‘Thena,” He glances over at Bobby who is inspecting the display. “Why don’t you just call her mom already?” May asks with a catty grin, tossing a cupcake wrapper into the trash. Buck is saved from responding by the appearance of one of the counselors. “Hello, you two must be Mr. Buckley’s parents. Its so nice to meet Chris’ grandparents, I’m glad you two are already getting so active in the school. We love our little community.” May from her spot behind the table appears absolutely delighted by the turn of events. Buck isn’t sure who is more shell shocked: himself, Bobby, or Athena. Athena recovers the quickest, “That’s us.” Buck feels a bit like a teenager all over again while Athena and Bobby talk about Buck’s accomplishments, or lack there of in front of the table of sweets. “You’re the talk of the bake sale, people are raving about those cupcakes.” The counselor tells him and Buck feels himself blush in embarrassment. “Anyways, just wanted to introduce myself, thanks for coming out tonight.” “Where’s Eddie?” May asks, around a mouthful of cupcake, now unimpressed by the havoc the counselor had wrought after the lack of drama. “Also if anyone asks about ages, I’m just going to tell everyone Buck had a teen pregnancy.” “You’re worse than Hen and Karen,” Buck threatens throwing a napkin at her head. “I take that as a compliment. Now, where’s your fiancé?” “Wandering,” Buck says, ‘He went to check on Chris earlier but he hasn’t come back yet.” “He abandoned you, are you sure he’s the one?” May teases and Buck comes around the table to attack her. She giggles and screams when he throws her over his shoulder and heads towards the doors where he knows there’s a fountain. A few of the other parents and staff look at them fondly. He holds her over the fountain while she scrabbles to hold on to him, apologizing and shouting and giggling. When the return they’re both wiping away tears of laughter. That’s the moment Eddie chooses to show back up. “Hey Cap, Athena!” Buck turns and sees Eddie closing the distance, there’s a smudge of strawberry something on his cheek like maybe he’d been off eating sweets not created by Buck himself. “Are you cheating on me with another pastry? Is that what took so long?” Buck accused teasingly.

Hello, this fic won't be out for roughly forever but this is mostly what I've been working on. This is my first sneak peak at the big bang fic I'm working on!!!!

If you want to be tagged when it finally releases please let me know!!!

Context: Buck is working a bake sale at Chris' school. Eddie and Buck are faking as fiances so Eddie could get Chris in (was it necessary? No. Did they do it anyways? Yes.)

Anyway, have a scene of a Buck and May siblingism.

Its the end of the day already so I won't tag anyone but if you wanna do it please tag me so i can see!!!!! <3

ALSO IF THERE IS TYPOS PLEASE IGNORE THIS IS DRAFT ONE BABY

[softboynick]

sentence sunday - 7/7/2024

happy sunday! thank you for the tags @basil-bird @henryspearl @doublecheekedkinard

@eusuntgratie @wordsofhoneydew & @sheepywritesfics <333

now that i'm finished with my big bang i can finally focus on my other wips (please please please check out my fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb if you haven't already hehe)!!! sharing two excerpts because i'm so proud of myself.

excerpt from untitled george x henry x alex abo fic:

Alexander is drunk.  “My sweet wife has come to join us!” He exclaims in his drunken stupor, spilling brandy all over the front of his shirt and staining it a rich ruby-brown. Laughter and intoxicated jeers ring throughout the room as he stumbles from the dais, his unstable gait taking him down the steps and towards Henry. He laughs and sweeps him into his arms, swallowing the omega’s protests with a heated kiss.  Henry is not amused. He places his hands on Alexander’s chest and pushes him away, but the king is unrelenting. He circles his arms around his waist and keeps him close. Henry wrinkles his nose at the scent of him. “You reek of brandy.” He glowers at the king and nearly growls, “Unhand me, alpha.” Alexander backs off almost instantly as though his hands have been burned. A wounded expression clouds his expression, his honey-brown eyes wide and watery.  “And you are angry,” he replies, small and chastised.  “I am so grateful that you have finally noticed,” Henry says tightly. His darkened eyes scan the room until they finally land on Lord Ramos, his wife, plump with child, sitting prettily on his lap. “You.” He pushes past his husband and stalks over to the man. “I told you what would happen if you ever dared to harm my George.”  Ramos stares at him as though he were some scum underneath the sole of his boot. Not a person but an inconvenience. His eyes are covered with a glassy sheen. “I haven’t touched him.” “He told me what you’ve done. What you have all done to him,” he addresses the other lords and gentlemen, his voice rising above the rest.   Ramos’ gaze is cool when it meets his, but there is a slight tick in his jaw. “He is a liar.” Henry frowns. “My dove is no liar.”  “Then, perhaps it is pox. It is making him delirious.”  He shakes his head and laughs, ugly and sharp. “You have the fucking gall to come here, look my husband in the eye, and pretend that you haven’t orchestrated an entire smear campaign against our George. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being, Lord Ramos.” He spits at his and his wife’s feet, satisfaction curling at his chest when he sees the stunned looks on their faces. 

excerpt from taynick rpfeet fic lmao:

The door swings open, and there is Taylor, fresh from a shower and giving him that smile that always makes Nick’s knees feel a little like jelly. He is similarly dressed in a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, but the pants are slung low on his hips and are gray in color, showing off the obvious imprint of his— “You’re late,” Taylor says.  “I think I’m right on time actually,” Nick retorts with a grin.  Taylor lets him inside and heads for the couch on the other end of the room. He breathes out a sigh of relief as he plops down onto it and props his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him.  “Jesus Christ, my feet are killing me,” Taylor groans, and Nick can’t pretend he isn’t filing that sound away for later. “Thanks for offering the massage, by the way. You’re truly a lifesaver, babes.” Nick thinks he might actually combust - or bust in his joggers, which will just be embarrassing for all parties involved - under the sheer weight of Taylor’s praise and attention, but he quickly pushes past the weird feelings in his chest (and his groin) and clears his throat.  “You got, uh, any lotion or something, mate?”

OPEN TAG + tagging the usual suspects bc i love u

@almightaylor @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @blueeyedgrlwrites @captainjunglegym

@duchessdepolignaca03 @firstprincehornyramblings @fivequartersoftheorange @fullerthanskippy @henrysfox

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@thinkof-england @seths-rogens

[dreamwatch]

Get to know me tag game

Thanks for the tags @gleek4twd and @tinytalkingtina! 💗

Favourite colour: I genuinely can’t settle on one. I think I’m mostly drawn to blues and greens, teal and lavender colours.

Last Song: Hotel California by the Eagles. (On my Eagles bullshit again, brewing a Steddie WIP…)

Currently reading: Pfft, what am I not reading? I’ve got 200 tabs of fics open on my iPad and I’m jumping around all over the place, but mostly Steddie Big Bang fics at the moment.

Currently watching: Season 4 of Slow Horses, and going down multiple YouTube rabbit holes. Current obsessions include wood turning, submarines and air crash investigations.

Currently craving: PPIs. No joke, I have severe GERD and I need to do a test that requires me to be off my meds for 10 days minimum so they don’t fuck with the results. It’s agony, and all I can think about is chomping on Omeprazole on Friday.

Coffee or tea: Coffee, vats and vats of it. I’d mainline it if I could.

A hobby you would like to try: Shit, there’s not many I haven’t already tried tbh. Dressmaking/sewing/quilting I think, quilting in particular. I’ve always said if I ever move anywhere with enough room I’m going to buy a sewing machine.

An AU you’re working on/thought of: Okay, none of these are being worked on, I’m not committing to another big fic until I finish the ones I’m already writing, buuuuut…

An Officer and a Gentleman. That ending gets me every fucking time, and I don’t know how I would Steddiefy it but I’d try. Steve in the Zak role and Eddie would obviously be his Paula. ❤️ I like it too because there is plenty of angst in the movie. Lots to play with.

A Star Is Born. I mean, pretty self explanatory that one, but it hit me recently that this would be perfect fodder for Steddie. Eddie in the Jackson Maine role (I mean, you could do the 1937, 1954 or 1976 versions instead, but I’m thinking 2018), and Steve in the Ally role. Full of romance, angst, drama and a bit of whump, delicious.

Ok this is the one I really want to write: Vietnam War. It’s a special interest for me, I have a lot of books on the subject, I’ve watched the Ken Burns doc more times than is healthy, and my first major fandom was The A Team, which was pure 80s action entertainment for the family, but the fanfic… oh, the fanfic. ❤️ This is the one I’ve given really serious thought to, but it’s also the one that needs a lot of research. I have a starting point, Eddie receiving his draft letter, coming home from work and Wayne at the kitchen table with the letter in his hand, absolutely dejected because he knows what it is. Thing is, I’m not sure that it’s a big sprawling epic of a plot that I want to write, more moments in time, vignettes, and maybe not all Eddie POV either. I have an idea for Jonathan meeting Nancy, who is an army nurse, and them falling in love. I think a series might work better, I dunno. But yeah, it’s always rattling around at the back of my mind.

God, I really waffle, don’t I?

No pressure tags as always, apologies if you’ve already been tagged and apologies if you really don’t want to do this.

@jo-harrington @the-unforgivenn @thisapplepielife @kikidoesfanfic @vthx @occasionaloverboy @hitlikehammers

[britcision]

Ah, WIP Wednesday, all the energy I was missing for this fic has come back with a bang

Just little snacks for y’all today though, just in case it doesn’t carry through. And if it does, well, you’ll get the next chapter all the sooner! 😁

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I’ll Take The Highway

Time was almost slipping away too quickly in the milkshake bar, and Danny wished he didn’t have to keep an eye on it.

(Well. Seriously hoped. Even in the privacy of his head, he couldn’t make it a wish.)

He had to get Tucker back to MIT though, and back to Gotham in a reasonable time frame to get to bed before class tomorrow.

If he got to bed before midnight, there might be a chance for he and Jason to run to the Far Frozen in the morning. Or after, Danny’s classes didn’t run late. Or…

He was missing out on the fun today, trying to plan tomorrow. Much as Jazz would love him being more organised, he pushed it to the back of his mind.

They’d visit Frostbite soon. And find out how Jason’s core was, though Danny was beginning to think he knew. Here, when Jason was happy and relaxed? Not tensed, shut down, or angry?

Danny could definitely feel something he hadn’t before. Not exactly the same as another ghost, or any of the other halfas, not yet.

But it was almost like Box Lunch’s fresh core seen through a house of mirrors.

Maybe that was what had him so close to the edge today? It was taking some pretty serious effort not to react to even the mention of an old threat to Jason.

Jason, the sweet baby ghost.

And if his smile was a little sappy at that thought, well, that was no one’s business but his own. At least he had something to sit on for when his rogues started embarrassing baby stories.

Finally he couldn’t put it off anymore. Too much to do, friends to fly across country, and he still hadn’t found a good way to ask. He just… well.

He’d given Jason all the server info, the stuff about who his rogues were, how he beat them, the things they’d learned about the Infinite Realms. They’d even shared some stories around different bits.

That didn’t exactly explain what he wanted to ask Waylon about. And it really wasn’t something he was comfortable sharing just yet, even if he already knew it was dumb.

Jason was a good guy. Who hung out with Batman, who was apparently an asshole. He wouldn’t judge Danny for having some dark and fucked up stories in all the zany ones.

Fuck, maybe Waylon could tell him how Jason would react. It was gonna come up, it’d have to, and Danny really would feel better having someone else’s opinion.

He was reluctant to interrupt their good time, another story devolving into laughter, but it was getting into the afternoon and… well, he also had no idea how long this would take.

“Hey, uh, by the way. I’ve gotta head out in a bit, dropping Tuck back off in Massachusetts, I just wanted to talk to Waylon for a minute first? In private?” Because if Danny had learned one thing?

Direct worked best.

It worked now, Harley nodding along and hopping up, cartwheeling her way along the table and out of the booth.

“Say no more, Danno! C’mon, Jayjay, I wanted ta catch up with you on somethin’ too, so this works perfectly!” She declared cheerfully, giving Jason a fond tug to his fluffy white streak of hair.

Jason shot Danny a look that was half commiserating, half curious as he slid out of the both after her, but Danny was too busy staring into an imagined hellscape where Harley met Jack Fenton.

Fuck Dan, the world couldn’t handle that.

By the time he came back to himself, he and Waylon were alone in the booth, the big man watching him curiously.

“So, what’s on yer mind, kid?” He asked in a low voice, folding his arms on the edge of the table and leaning in.

Secret villain hideaway or not, this wasn’t something Danny wanted just anyone overhearing, so he beckoned Waylon closer to his end of the booth first, tucked into the wall.

The big guy slid his way surprisingly delicately down the seat, then leaned in again, watching Danny expectantly.

Which was when Danny realised he shoulda probably thought about a good way to put this.

Blunt it was gonna have to be.

“So… you… Harley said people called you Killer Croc before you ever hurt anyone?” He said in a rush, flinching at how bad it actually sounded said aloud.

Waylon… did not have eyebrows to raise, and it was really fucking weird that he was noticing that now, but it was definitely what he’d been doing, and Danny was distracting himself again.

“They did,” Waylon agreed a moment later, his voice low and even. Guard up, but not defensive. Not closing the topic off.

Danny huffed out a sigh, and found he couldn’t quite meet the man’s eyes. Found himself intently examining the diamond pattern on the formica tables. His own hands, twisting in front of him over that pattern.

“You… you became what they said you were. A monster.” The words caught in his throat, hard to spit out and shit he thought he was past this.

It had been years.

A scaled green hand covered his, and Danny found himself surprised by how smooth the scales were. Far from soft, but not rough. Almost smoother than the table.

“Who called you a monster, kid?” Waylon asked softly, his voice gruff with something too close to understanding.

Danny’s head snapped up and he shook it quickly, sucking in a deep breath.

“Oh, no one. Not for like, a really long time now. And they said sorry and everything, it’s not that. It’s… you gave into it. Let them make you something wrong and dangerous, and you stopped. How did you stop?” He asked quietly, finally finding it easier to look at Waylon’s face.

He looked surprised.

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[doeeyeseddie]

wip wednesday

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @clusterbuck and @littlespoonevan (thank you friends!), have some more from the big bang fic:

Eddie and Christopher arrive right on time, and they set the kids up with their homework before Eddie turns to Buck and, only a little uncomfortably, asks, “Could I take you up on your offer now? With the study room?”

"Absolutely," Buck says cheerfully. “I already booked you one.”

He leads Eddie over to the room, then gestures for him to go ahead. Eddie opens the door and stops a step in when he spots Carla already sitting at the table.

“Oh,” he says, glancing at Buck helplessly. “I’m sorry–”

“Eddie, this is my friend Carla,” Buck says. “I wanted to introduce you two.”

“Oh,” Eddie says again, now tinged with a distinct hint of panic. “I don’t kn–”

“Carla is LA’s finest home healthcare aid,” Buck interrupts him. “She has years of experience navigating giant bureaucracies, and I thought she could help you figure out how to get Christopher what he needs.”

i tag @bibibuck @capseycartwright @hattalove @shitouttabuck and @try-set-me-on-fire if you want to!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

fire/743865538051227648/hm-amnesia-happily-married-buck-hes?source=share i can already picture this being such a bang the way you write them being in love i'm thinking of eddie unwavering support in the fic where buck sees people start to disappear when they are going to die and he starts to, so i'm already being like oh yeah this would be so so good. (now i'm will go off to read you most recent bang i need to finish some homework and i can finally start reading it i'm so excited)

(Post) Endless love in his heart for that man!! Was working on this a little last night, thought I’d share for tease tidbit tuesday/wip Wednesday

Buck lays down like someone unused to sharing a bed, all stiff and careful, cautiously contained to his side. It's another little heartbreak because Eddie knows this man in sleep, knows that only a few days ago he woke up and nearly fell out onto the hardwood with how much Buck had wrapped around him, inching them closer and closer to the edge of the mattress. Come here, Eddie wants to say. Be greedy for me. You can take all the space you want. If I fall, I fall.

“You need anything?” He asks instead. “I put your painkillers on your side table, did you grab your water?”

Buck looks behind him. “I assumed the one with all the frog stickers was mine.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, sort of a laugh. “There was… last spring there were some frogs living in our yard. Actually, uh- toads. Western Toads are most common around here, you and Chris are pretty sure that’s what they were, but you got into amphibians generally for a while there.”

Buck nods, still looking at the bottle. A stormy blue YETI, Eddie had given it to him as a kind-of birthday, kind-of anniversary present, those two dates so close together as they are. He’ll be 35 this year, and they’ll have been together for three years. They’d been thinking of taking a trip somewhere to celebrate the milestones. Eddie tries to remember when in the year the hand sanitizer factory fire was. Before Buck’s birthday, he’s pretty sure. 29, waiting to be 30. They hadn’t done anything big when it came around because Jee-Yun had been born and Albert had his accident and Eddie had been shot.

“You're sure it's okay that I'm sleeping here?” Buck asks it up to the ceiling, quietly, body tensed like he’s expecting to be told to leave.

“Yeah, Buck.” Eddie's hand rests in the no man's land between them, and he wishes he could just reach out and touch and be sure of how that touch would be received. “It’s absolutely fine. Unless you don't want to-”

“No, that's the fucking thing, Eddie.” Buck rolls back over to face him, a helpless kind of frown weighing on his features. “I- you have no idea how much I want-” he cuts himself off, digging his palm into his eye, just breathing for a few long moments. “But I guess you do,” he sighs eventually, lowering his hand and blinking at Eddie across the pillow cases. “You know… all of this already so- so I guess I don’t have to- I can just tell you…”

“You can tell me anything,” Eddie promises.

Buck searches his face and then blinks, hard, like he’s steeling himself. “Eddie. I-I love you, so much, but I- right now- o-or, back then? I thought I was going to take that to the grave. But we’re…” he looks down at Eddie’s hand between them. His left hand, his ring shining in the warm light of their bedside lamp. “I don’t understand. I don’t know how we got here, I don’t know how- how you could be in love with me, e-enough to marry me? I still feel like- like you’re going to say just kidding any second now. You deserve- more, I- why me?”

“Buck.” It comes out as a whisper, not entirely intentionally. He moves his hand forward, enough to tangle his fingers in Buck’s shirtsleeves, he can’t help it. “I… You know I was in love with you back then, too?” Buck's eyes widen in surprise, and Eddie hangs on tighter. “I'm sorry I couldn't say it yet. I could barely even admit to myself. But… half the time- most of the time I was with Ana I just wanted to come home to you.”

“Ana?” Buck raises a questioning eyebrow.

Fuck, right, that hadn’t quite happened yet. “Uh- a very nice girl who’s time I wasted. What I mean is- You are loved. You have been, the whole time. By me now, by me then. I don’t deserve more, Buck, all I ever want is you.”

Tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @lover-of-mine @shitouttabuck @jeeyuns @buckactuallys @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @chronicowboy if you have any wips to share this week!

[steviewashere]

FrankenWip Game 😎

I was tagged in this little thing here by @hotluncheddie Now, I had to bend the rules just a tad—had to include certain sentences for a little more context. But, also, I have a lot of WIPs that don't have next chapters (but have been posted already). So, I'm making this that if you ask about one of those WIPs, then I'll write a little snippet and come back. Also, one of the WIPs I have I cannot share because it's for Steddie Big Bang 2024! (Saying this is not a completely accurate WIP list lol)

Rules:

post 3-6 sentences of your most recent WIP's, with titles, and people can send you asks for more 3-6 sentence snippets! tag as many people as you want or just use this as a reason to add a few new sentences to your projects!

No Pressure Taglist: @puppy-steve @pearynice @ataliagold @sidekick-hero @finntheehumaneater

Eddie Finds Steve at the Dining Table (Title Placeholder) "There’s a visual knot forming in the center of Steve’s chest—pulsating, bloody, raw, and squelching. It spreads with each breath. Like a disease. Like a black mold rot in dull, collapsing, water stained, cardboard drywall. Then, he utters, 'It was sudden. She said that he most likely didn’t feel much.' He takes another steadying deep breath. Whispers, 'A painless death,' like a sin confessional." ——— Or: Steve's Dad Dies ———

Definitely Not a Slowburn; Definitely Just Jumping In (Placeholder) "The hand has a soft whisper, 'You’re okay, Eddie. Relax, somebody’s gonna come in and help you.' He can’t help it, Eddie panics harder at that. Another person? 'Hey, hey,' soft whisper calls out. 'I’ll be here. It’s Steve, okay? I’ll be here. I know how scary it is.' The hand—Steve Harrington’s hand—squeezes the back of Eddie’s ever so gently, as if he may shatter; but doesn’t let go, as if Steve will shatter." ——— Or: Speedrun Friends to Lovers ———

Discombobulated by The Disembodied (From Chapter Two) "Though, his eyes pull again—To the numbers. The same ones he’s seen a good handful of his life. From the moment he’d been able to reach the phone, to when he’d use his dad’s calculator, to just now. They’re the same. Genuinely, in reality, they’re the same. But there’s a draw to the number four." ——— Or: Steve gets Vecna'd ———

A Tribulation For Peace of Mind (Last Six Sentences, Need Next Chapter) "Steve nods again. 'Trust me, I know,' he murmurs before he’s gone. And though he does come back with underwear, stands by as Eddie nibbles on some dark chocolate for the iron as Steve mentioned, and makes small talk—Something in Eddie twists. Steve knows now. He knows. And he’s oddly empathetic about everything. Part of him wonders if Steve is like him, exactly like him." ——— Or: FTM Eddie Munson ———

Errant Blackbird (Last Six Sentences, Need Next Chapter) "Drags his palm over the shape of his head. Short blades of hair kissing his skin. Something in him crumbles. 'Thanks for doing this. I think that I—I’m gonna go lay back down.' 'You want a shower first?' 'No,' Steve murmurs. 'Think I’ve been cleansed enough today.'" ——— Or: Steve Goes Back to Hawkins to Escape an Abusive Relationship (big trigger warnings for this one) ———

[itsgoldleaf]

RexObi Big Bang Promo!

Coming soon for the @rexobibang!

Title: The Path Not Taken

Team: @itsgoldleaf, @littledumplingwrites and @ryr-art

Rating: Mature

Words: ~25k

Pairing: CT-7567 | Rex/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Major warnings/tags: Force-Sensitive Rex, Kamino, Geonosis, 79’s, alcohol consumption, hangovers, spice, secrets, clone personhood, slow burn, falling in love, good timeline, O66 (mostly) doesn’t happen, happy ending, humour, vignettes, time skip, Cody is the only one taking this war seriously

Posting date: 29th September 2023

Summary: There’s an enigma at the end of the corridor with too-bright hair, and a brighter mind. Padawan Ben discovers a secret within a secret on the rain-soaked world of Kamino; a clone army, and a boy who can move things with his mind. Decades later as war gnaws on the galaxy, Commander Cody has a bone to pick, Anakin Skywalker tries to do good by his men, and General Kenobi meets Captain Rex for the first time, again. With Rex bent on forgetting he was ever unique, Obi-Wan asks himself if it’s even possible to win this war while keeping his sanity, keeping Rex’s secret, and keeping Rex too?

Art preview: All will be revealed on the posting date but I can say from the WIP previews my amazing artists Leo and Ryr have shared with me that you are in for a mega-treat!

Story Snippet:

“I’d glad to have someone who has an idea of what I’ve put up with for the last decade. Very happy too,” Obi-Wan adds, pouring the hot water, “to see you not taking any of Anakin’s shit.”

Rex doesn’t seem to know what to do with this information or his helmet. The latter ends up in his lap, knocking its forehead against the edge of the table in the mess as Obi-Wan shoves a steaming mug of tea at him and begins pouring his own.

It’s a moment before Obi-Wan remembers that even if off-duty there’s still army bullshit. “At ease?” He offers, to little visible change in Rex, “and you can speak freely in my presence. In perpetuity, if you don’t mind.” Another moment crawls by before it dawns on him that it’s not etiquette that’s got Rex’s tongue, but something worse.

Nostalgia.

[thefreakandthehair]

help-lex-finish-her-big-bang-early wip game! 💫

howdy, friends! I ended up using this week to do a total re-structure of the fic's pov after finding out the @steddiebang deadline was pushed back, so I'm using the polls numbers here for this week!

no new poll this week as a result!

that said, I did some actual writing and while it's not stobin bestie time (that'll come next week), I promised a chunky snippet so here's one from eddie & steve's first date:

“Pancakes?” Steve questions after the server flips her notebook closed and walks away. 

“There are very few places you can get good Breakfast For Dinner options, Steve. Of course I’m gonna take advantage.” Eddie rubs his hands together and narrows his eyes. 

It’s strange how easy it is to just be himself with Steve. The jokes, the banter, the nerdom; it comes so naturally, organic, even. He can’t figure out why and it’s not for lack of trying— if he brings it up with Chrissy one more time, he’s worried she’ll sabotage his diffuser— but the impulse to overdo it and push Steve away died months ago. 

So often, Eddie creates a caricature of himself to show the rest of the world: huge gestures, loud speeches, booming orders. But with Steve, it’s always felt like this. He’s always in scrubs, not even wearing his rings, his hair tied back in a way that prevents him from using it as the shield he always has, and there’s no urge to protect himself. Perhaps there’s nothing to protect himself from. 

“Earth to Eddie,” Steve grins and waves a hand in front of his face. “How into pancakes are you? You went to another fucking world there for a second.”

Pancakes sent me to another world, sure, he scoffs to himself. More like you.

“Very.” He answers simply. “Anyways, before you got sidetracked by my dinner preferences, you were telling me about Robin. Tell me more about this lesbian menace, I feel like we’d get along.” 

Steve laughs and puts his elbows on the edge of the table. “You definitely will.”

[kbirbpods]

and, we're live!

Time for my 2023 stats round up.

First, let's look at the number of hours/minutes per month, shall we?

All of that account for 59 hours & 11 minutes of podfic. Now, comparing to last year, when I had just shy of 31 hours, that looks pretty good. Remember, last year I started in August so I almost doubled it.

We do notice a dip in March & April, which tend to be busy months in the education world. The spike in May is due to Voiceteam. June-August are a bit odd - you'd think a teacher on break would have more time to create. But I had some life stuff hit and it really destroyed my brain.

So, here's my first 2024 Resolution:

Remember how happy podfic makes you & don't let your depression win.

Now, moving on to the breakdowns and fun stuff, shall we?

Here are my top 5 fandoms, authors, ratings, and genres! I also have them in bar chart form and pie chart form, which I'll put below the cut. You'll see a slight difference in the author category -- I didn't include myself or Flowerparrish and my podcast in that as those weren't authors.

Of course, what is podficcing without making covers you love? Here are my favorite covers I made for my own podfics! I have a migraine so please excuse the fact that the images don't line up, vision is blurry:

Now, let's move on to my stats image from above. I used the same format as last year but since I made over 100 more podfic than last year, each microphone now equals five podfics.

As you can see, I participated in a lot of events! I believe I made the most audio for Voiceteam 2022 (as evidenced by my hours/month graph). This was my first year doing Voiceteam and I had a blast. I also got to do Podtogether & Summer Swap for the first time. It was my 2nd year doing ITPE. And then so much more.

My top kudosed collaborative project was "A Fair Compromise" with @wanderingjedihistorian for 212th Appreciation week. My top kudosed solo project was "A Game of Guess Who With Big Blue" by TheWitchBoy. The longest podfic I made was also with @wanderingjedihistorian and was my podfic of our Codywan Big Bang project! My shortest was a Locked Tomb podfic at 57 seconds called Realization.

My first podfic of 2023 was Hot Cocoa by Melime, a "The Batman" podfic. In the middle was Dissipate by SunsetsOverLA for Waxer*Boil month. And the last posted thing was for @fandomtrumpshate, for my top bidder - an Obi-Wan/Jango soulmates AU.

Now, on to 2024! My resolutions are:

To continue working on current WIPs I'm bringing into 2024 - some of which I've already tied up only 5 days into the year

To podfic even when my brain is being a gremlin, because podfic makes me happy and I should be able to focus on that!

To be brave enough to post the first "Soft Wars" podfic and finally tackle the series (kind of the same as resolution #1)

Not to sign up for Big Bangs -- I love them dearly but they actually caused a lot of my burnout this year and I didn't love that. As much as I love collabs, I think I'll stick to Podtogether, multivoices with friends, and gift exchanges this year!

Close the gaps -- aka, as much as I love Clone Wars, I want to focus on all things I love, instead of overbearingly focusing in on one.

Going into 2024, I am going to start tracking what music I use in my podfics, because I was curious about it / @flowerparrish inspired me. I also found a way to track overall Star Wars and then Star Wars broken down into sub fandoms - that should neaten up my "top 5" category a bit.

Happy New Year, all!

And, as mentioned above, screenshots of my actual graphs & tables, for interest sake!