#fen's wips

[alllthebadpartss]

so. I did it. I finished writing a novel. I wrote and completed a whole ass book.

Now, I know my work is far from done. I now have to go through all the drama of trying to get it published (big oof major l). But it's been a wild ride. I've wanted to light my manuscript and whole laptop on fire more times than I'd care to admit. But it's done. I don't think I've ever felt so proud of myself in my entire life. I will be proud of myself no matter what happens.

And the rest of you should be proud of yourselves, too.

It doesn't matter whether you write fanfics or original stories. Whether you want to be self published or be traditionally published. Whether you want to be published at all, or to just leave it as a personal project that bought you joy or helped you through a tough time. Whether you finish it or abandon it half way through because it's not the right project and it's not the right time.

You should all be proud, too.

Because you're writers. We're writers.

Okay. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[allourwaywardsouls]

• Wandoona • Monsters The Maley Files •

It all started when the Adlers moved to town.

Wandoona was the kind of place where nothing ever happened—until something did. The new kids weren’t here a week before they stumbled onto a mystery no one wanted solved. People were vanishing. Shadows moved where they shouldn’t. And the deeper they dug, the more they realized that Wandoona had been keeping a secret for a very long time.

Monsters are real.

Now, the new kids, along with their reluctant allies— a girl with a violent past and a boy with too much to prove must become the hunters before they become the hunted.

Because Wandoona isn’t just home to monsters. It feeds them.

And it’s hungry.

A supernatural thriller with the grit of Boy Swallows Universe and the eerie tension of Stranger Things, this series dives deep into the things that lurk in the dark—both the monsters outside and the ones within.

The hunt begins now. Are you ready?

WAYWARD: PART ONE

“ 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ”

(intro coming soon)

[hockeyspiral23]

"Why did you ask her age?" He looks at me expectantly. I smirk. "Because normally, scar bonds manifest when the youngest of the pair comes of age, which is historically considered 15. Obviously that's not 'of age' anymore, but it still holds true for the vast majority of soulmate bonds. So, when Cat turns 15, we can officially deny the betrothal with proof." I see the cogs turning in his head. "Because we can prove that she's not my soulmate at that point." "Exactly. The easiest way to prove it will be, unfortunately, to cut you deep enough to leave a scar, but it'll be worth it." Xaden frowns for a moment. "It's just -" he closes his mouth, pressing his lips together tightly. "Just what?" I ask gently. "Just ... should we scar me on purpose, knowing that my soulmate will also feel that pain?" He drums his fingers on the seat next to him. I lean back, stunned at the question. Truth be told, I never even thought of it that way. Pride swells in my chest, though, because him thinking that proves his worthiness of his birthright. I know I need to respond, however, so I choose my words carefully. "Sometimes, other things are more important than our temporary pain. It's often the cost of being a leader."

[aceouttatime]

WIP sketch of my First-Contact-era unlikely duo: Iterius and Viktoria. I'm letting them have a Single Happy Moment for the sake of my current Need to draw them holding hands. This is definitely how you teach someone sign language! Look at this man, look at him getting his education! (He has no idea what's going on.)

[dragon-subway]

putting them in situations

[daggerbeanart]

something for wip wednesday, as long as it’s still wednesday somewhere :3

tags: @dungeons-and-dragon-age @greypetrel @ndostairlyrium @shivunin 💜

[transthadymacdermot]

Round the Heath: a wip intro

Genre: historical fiction, political fiction

Themes: colonialism, generational trauma, the morality of political violence, envy, classism

Status: 400000000th draft

One night in 18-- an armed gang of angry catholic tenants on an estate near Newry, Ireland, torture and kill a schoolmaster for the crime of attempting to impress the english language upon their children. Though the operation itself is deftly executed, the consequences spiral outwards: the local bailiff vows revenge, and the tenants themselves are divided on the justification of such an act -- some of them so much that they're willing to go to lengths they would once have never considered to prevent it ever happening again. And then, in the midst of the scandal, the estate's absentee landlord suddenly descends from London to knock some sense into his agent, and the gang leader who shot the schoolmaster dead, already struggling to keep his own men from killing one another, finds himself immediately beginning an ill-advised affair with the landlord's wife. As tensions reach a boiling point what began as a simple revenge killing threatens to snip the fragile thread connecting the district to any sort of tentative peace.

Also known as "RRL edit." main characters under the cut

Eoin ("owen") O'Donnell - a Defender or Ribbonmen leader

Mary Boyle - a young woman who works as a servant

Aoife ("eefa") Boyle - Eoin's girlfriend and Mary's cousin

Dan Maguire - Eoin's best friend, a Defender or Ribbonman

Donal McCluskey - Eoin's cousin, a Defender or Ribbonman

Charlie Shanaghan - Eoin's rival for leadership within the gang

Kathleen Mallon - Mary's best friend and Eoin's fwb

Sarah Connolly - Mary's friend; trapped in an abusive marriage

Lady Bateman - a landlady

Lord Bateman - a landlord

Mr William MacTier - a bailiff

Mr Samuel Glanton - a land agent

[anhdaosart]

wip, ngl i kinda slayed with these two designs....

[heartsofhounds]

OKAY that’s a little better- still just a sketch for now and still working out better colours!

[alllthebadpartss]

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐒

(official teaser let's gooo)

Disclaimer: I know this isn't necessarily how it will appear in its final, published version, but I got permission from my publisher to post this, sho here it goes!

Teaser below cut:

URGENT: NATIONAL EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT

To all citizens of Australia,

The Government of Australia, in partnership with the Department of Health and Emergency Services, is issuing an immediate nationwide warning concerning the rapid spread of the monsters. These dangerous, shape-shifting creatures are capable of disguising themselves as ordinary people before transforming into violent, uncontrollable beasts.

In the interest of public safety, ALL AIRPORTS ARE NOW CLOSED, effective immediately. This unprecedented action is necessary to prevent infected individuals and the monsters from leaving Australia's borders and endangering the global population. No flights, domestic or international, will be permitted until further notice.

What You Need to Know:

1. Who Are the The Monsters?

The Monsters may appear normal, but they are infected individuals capable of transforming into highly dangerous creatures. They exhibit erratic behavior, extreme aggression, and enhanced physical capabilities.

2. Symptoms of Infection:

If you, or anyone you know, begins displaying any of the following symptoms, isolate them immediately and contact local authorities:

- Sudden, unexplained bouts of aggression or hostility

- Unusual strength or agility

- Rapid mood swings or confusion

- Sudden disfigurement or changes in physical appearance

3. What You Can Do:

- Stay Indoors: Shelter in place unless absolutely necessary.

- Report Suspicious Activity: If you suspect someone is infected or behaving abnormally, contact your local police.

- Monitor News and Updates: Remain informed by following government channels for future announcements.

This is a critical time for national security. Do not attempt to flee or leave the country. The borders are under strict quarantine protocols, and any unauthorized attempts to cross will be met with lethal force.

Together, we will contain the Monster threat and safeguard our nation.

Stay Safe and Stay Informed. Issued by the Australian Government, Canberra.

_____

“Christ, it’s hot in here…”

The television was playing something about the those things. The monsters. Packs of them. It made her think of starving wolves. Or hyenas. Mad with disease. That seemed about right. The girl tried not to really listen anyway. She just kept flicking through her picture book about frog species. Green tree frogs. Poison dart frogs. Any type and colour of frog you could imagine.

The television cut to commercial. Snap-Fish. Mother’s day gifts. All her life, she remembered her mother being harder to love than her father. It was an awful thing to say, and the girl knew that she shouldn’t think like that. Even though she never dared to say the words out loud, it was something she thought of constantly.

Her mother was a hard woman, physically and emotionally. She had leathery skin browned from working too many days in the hot sun and her face always seemed to be set in a permanent scowl.

Her father was the same way, wilted by the sun, just happier. He seemed happier to her, anyway. He wasn’t plagued by the overbearing misery that seemed to plague her mother, despite the fact they both lived on the same farm, in the same broken-down house, with the same children that never seemed to do as they were told. He was just better at hiding it perhaps. At least he actually smiled. The girl’s mother never smiled. She’d just come inside after being out in the sun all day, and frown—or scowl, rather—at the little sister making a mess on the living room floor with all her toys.

The girl’s father let her get a dog. Her mother hated the thing; she said he stunk, and accused him of getting into the chicken coop and killing the hens on a few occasions, even though she could never prove that the dog had in fact been the culprit. Kingsley, the girl called him. Her father always said that a kid ought to have their own dog, even though Kingsley proved time and time again that he was too much dog to handle for a ten year old girl.

The girl guessed that her mother was always so miserable because of the house. As a small child, it didn’t seem all that bad. It was just a house. It had a roof. It was reliable enough to last through the big storms that rolled through on occasion. What more did a house need to be? As the girl grew older, though, it became apparent that the house was different to other peoples’ houses. That other people did not live the same way they did. The house became something to be insecure about. Ashamed of. More of a shack than anything else.

Her mother brought it up every once in a while. She said that they should sell the place and move into town. The kids would have a much nicer life in town, she’d say. They’d be so much closer to the school and to their friends. It was always about the kids and how the move would be so great for them, even though she didn’t really seem to love them. The girl didn’t even think she loved her own husband. She never saw them hug or kiss. Not once.

The place never got sold. The girl's sister kept leaving her toys around. The dog kept stinking, and it kept killing.

The girl wished she could have said she was surprised when her mother died.

Suicide.

That’s what her father told her. He never hid anything from his children, even if they didn’t really understand the meaning behind what he was telling them. The girl wished she could have said she missed her mother as much as the rest of the family did. She forgot the sound of her voice after two weeks. She forgot her face after two months.

“...Girl, you got air conditioner in here?”

She tried not to flinch, tearing her gaze away from the barely visible stain on the living room wall that her mother had always hated. She blinked slowly and shook her head. Aunt Kelly mumbled something under her breath and shook her head in disapproval. The girl’s gaze returned to the wall.

The police had already come and gone. The questions were already asked and answered, and the girl’s father had been ruled out as a suspect. Whatever that meant. The cause of death had been ruled as an overdose. The police officer, a woman in her thirties, tried to be nice to the children about it. “She took too many of her sleeping pills by mistake,” she’d said. The explanation given by the girl’s father, though truthful, was more brutal. Harder to hear. She’d killed herself and meant to do it. Then the police zipped her up in a black bag and took her away. And just like that, she was gone. There was now an empty spot at the dining room table where she used to always sit.

Aunt Kelly had come to stay. She was dad’s sister; their mum didn’t have any siblings, or if she did, she never spoke about them. The girl’s father said she was here to help out for a few days, but so far, she wasn’t very helpful at all. All she did was complain about the heat, the smell of the chicken coop right beside the house and the barking of the girl’s dog.

“You kids are so normal about this,” Aunt Kelly said suddenly, getting all flustered, walking towards the switch for the two ceiling fans in the living room. “You’re not even upset. I’m not sure how much your father has told you—”

The little sister looked up, alarmed. “Not the left one! It’s broken.”

“What?”

“The left fan is broken. We’re not supposed to turn it on.”

Sure enough, the fan, the one closest to the kitchen, had started to rock and sway, like it was half disconnected from the wiring holding it up. Aunt Kelly blinked at it stupidly for a couple moments, unsure of what to do, but she quickly reached for the switch for the left fan and turned it off.

“Christ! No air-con, only one fan… What do you do in the summer? It gets so hot here.”

The little sister just shrugged.

When the girl’s father came back in, the sun had long gone down and Aunt Kelly had given the children canned spaghetti for dinner. She hadn’t even bothered to heat it up in the microwave, but the girl and her little sister weren’t the kind to complain. Besides, by the time Aunt Kelly had given it to them, they were so hungry that they were grateful for anything to eat at all.

As the girl hungrily shoved the last mouthful of her food into her mouth, her father entered the house, smelling of beer, sweat and smoke, tilting over slightly, like the alcohol was a weight that made him list. She just looked away, back down at her now empty plate, but the little sister opted to give her father a small wave, which he returned with a tired smile. The work on the farm never stopped. Now there was twice as much work to do with their mum gone.

“Do you kids want ice-cream for dessert?” the girl’s father asked when the little sister finally finished eating, and the two children nodded happily. “Kelly, dish those kids up some ice-cream, would you?”

The look on Aunt Kelly’s face was sour, but she did as she was told with little fuss.

Aunt Kelly and the girl’s father sat at the kitchen table with the kids as they ate dessert, talking. It was an adult conversation. She could tell because she couldn’t understand a word of what the two of them were saying. Well, she heard the words: Money. Debt. Funeral preparations. More debt. But she hadn’t a clue what any of it was supposed to mean, or how she was supposed to feel about it. The children are half-breed. The children might be in danger. Surely they don’t mean the monsters. The packs.

“Maybe you should sell up and move,” Aunt Kelly said. “Georgia was always saying that you should just sell the place.”

That much, the girl understood. She turned to glance at her little sister, but her younger sister wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation, more focused on gorging herself on freezer-burnt ice-cream. When she caught the girl looking at her though, she smiled, and nudged her foot with her own. The girl, annoyed, kicked her back.

Her little sister kicked her again, hard.

“You two—” The girl’s father growled, and the children stared at him wide-eyed. “Stop it. Just stop.” Her father turned back to Aunt Kelly and the conversation resumed. The girl went back to listening while trying to make it seem like she wasn't. The little sister shoved another spoonful of ice-cream down her throat. It was so big that the girl was surprised she even fit it in her mouth.

Despite the warning from their father, the little sister continued her game of footsies with the girl, smiling wickedly as she bumped her foot with hers again. And despite her better judgement, the girl smiled too, and kicked her back. Her little sister giggled and kicked her again. Hard. Hard enough to make the girl yelp in pain, and hard enough for their father to notice. There was a loud bang on the table—their dad’s fist hitting it— and he snapped, “Would you two just fucking stop? Why can’t you ever just listen for once in your lives?”

The girl blinked in surprise.

The little sister looked down at her lap, the sound of her picking her nails the only sound in the now silent air.

Aunt Kelly’s face went from red and flushed to pale, mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish, trying to speak with nothing coming out.

Their dad seemed just about ready to snap at the children again, muscles tensed, eyes with that wild look in them that said he was about to lose it. Instead, he just said, “Girl, for Christ’s sake, go see what that dog of yours is barking at.”

Kingsley was yapping extra loud. Or perhaps the girl was just hearing him for the first time.

“Yes, dad.”

It was cooler outside, and quieter. The girl found herself breathing a sigh of relief as she approached Kingsley’s dog house, grateful for an escape, no matter how brief it would be.

Sure enough, Kingsley was barking. It was not a sound that she had ever heard him make before; it was short, sharp, panicked and angry at the same time. Something was down there.

About halfway to the dog house, she stopped.

“Kingsley?” she asked, voice painfully small against the wind. “Kingsley!”

She looked back to the light streaming out onto the porch from the kitchen window, debating going back to get her father, telling him, quick, dad! Something is down there! A fox or a dingo. Something is—

There was a lapse in the wind. Her father was yelling again.

She turned back around, to Kingsley’s dog house waiting for her in the dark, and pressed on.

She had always loved the vastness of the paddocks lining the driveway leading to her house. With its stretching fields of golden, drying grass as far as the eye could see, it was a place of solace and adventure for a little girl. But at night it was a whole different world. A dark and scary one.

A shadow, dark and ominous, seemed to dance on the edges of her vision, loitering around the dog house.

At first, she brushed it off as a trick of the fading light, but as she continued walking, the shadow grew more distinct, more real.

Her heart pounding, she quickened her pace, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that settled over her. But the shadow persisted, following her every move with an eerie persistence.

“Kingsley? Are you okay?”

Finally, unable to ignore it any longer, she turned to confront the source of her fear. And there, emerging from the depths of the paddock, was a creature unlike anything she had ever seen before. Not the shadow anymore. Something bigger. Something different.

It was a monster, its form shrouded in darkness, back turned to her. It’s fur was shaggy and dripped with mud and algae. It was evil, there was no doubt about it. Nothing that looked like that could ever be good.

The thing began to turn.

She watched it with no real fear for quite some time. Then, the light of its eyes flickered out, and the creature went with it, and everything out there was night again. The shadow, soon, disappeared. Perhaps they knew each other?

“What the Hell are you doing?” Her father. She hadn’t even heard him approach.

She turned to face him, but didn’t answer.

“Don’t do that again,” he continued. “Don’t look at them.”

“But what about the wolf?”

“They’re not wolves. And they won't hurt you. But the shadows are dangerous. Don't look at them, or they might look back.”

“But dad, they can’t see. They have no eyes.”

____

Wolverine Frogs comes out in June 2025 (screaming crying and throwing up)

An extended preview will be available on my Kofi soon!

[violetsarepurple-fuckyou]

WIP Game

I am so incredibly late to the party on this one! But! I was so incredibly honored to be invited!!! @eliotqueliot tagged me, and this was the first time I have EVER been tagged in something like this, so even though my response is late to a degree of insanity, please know that it literally filled me with an explosion of joy that I was thought of and included 💕

Ok, Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Buckle in folks, I have SO many.

I'm keeping it just to The Magicians, but if anyone would like me to repeat this process with other fandoms I am in but not primarily focused on right this moment (like Merlin or TMA, both of which I have pretty solid handfuls of fics in the works for that I will get around to eventually) feel free to ask! Also feel free to ask me literally anything about any of my fics at any time, because that would actually excite me beyond all mortal comprehension! OK! Here goes.

And just so everyone knows, a lot of my docs are just named with an autofill of part of the first sentence written there, so I'm really going to get some mileage out of the 'non-descriptive and ridiculous' part of the rule lol

The memory wipe was not

A Reluctant Coin Toss

Something Borrowed

(Eliot steals the Time Key)

5+1+3

Queliot dnd fic

Brian walks through his favorite bookstore

And Death was a Joke

Vampire Eliot series season two

Green-eyed Monster

The Cottage was empty and quiet – somewhat shockingly seeing as most of those missing in attendance were hardly social butterflies – but three first year additions (and Penny) to the Physical Kids residence was more than was customary and the whole building was just a lot less densely packed without them.

Quell Your Love Spell

Eliot Waugh's Adventures in Soothing a High-strung Super Nerd

Eliot was right

Eliot and Quentin have been… weird since Margo retrieved the Time Key.

Fen's eyes sparkle when she cries

Of Prophecies -- Princes, Parrots, Pirates, and Paupers -- and the Prepared

Sksksksksk

Fennel Seeds

Excerpt from A Flock of Lost Birds – Book One of The Adventures of Sam Cunningham series:

I think that is all of them??? All of the ones I actually have stuff written for and not in a notebook anyway lol, I have more ideas and snippets scattered across various journals. Please please please ask me questions, holy shit, I would love that! Honestly, I cannot think of anyone to tag that hasn't been already, so I'm gonna leave this here I think.

[ramonothere]

steam world dig fandom rise up!!!!!!!!!!!!

[enlichened]

📊 Current number of WIPs + 🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

WOO hello :^)

Current number of WIPs just for fanfiction.... Six? (giant Geralt witcher study, giant the outsider DH study, my ryder from MEA's whole thing, my sadly near-abandoned beaujest au, my even more abandoned spock startrek study, and my deeply embarrassing johnny storm fic that's reared its head recently.)

I wake up super late generally, but I like to write around 12 pm - 6pm? Anytime after that I'm tired and anytime before it I'm loopy.

[blueburds-but-swtor]

Fen & Zenith wip

too lazy to swap and post to my art account @kitblueburdart but I'll be posting the full there

[dragon-subway]

Pls… I need to see poncho squad… for the WIP game..

They’re…….so magestic

looking forward to finally drawing cake in his armour

Wip ask game here!

[fennethianell]

Heyy, I just want to thank you for your art!

The starmora missing moments are everything to me! Since GOTG3 came out, the fandom became full of sadness and angst for Peter and Gamora. I'd just like to remember them when everything was simpler and they were at their happiest, between GOTG2 and IW, and you make this possible 🥲💜💚

Aww! I'm so glad I can bring some happiness to this fandom and make you smile 🫶🏻 I'm determined to create nice things. Being sad about stuff for too long is never constructive imo. I like to work with canon and make it better for myself.

To be honest, this supposed to be post vol3 actually, but it works as a between vol2 and IW too! Anyone can interpret it the way they want, most important they're happy and in love 💜