#ginia wips

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Did any of you guys say they liked Gale in a dress?

Mh? Oh, my bad.

John barely has the time to think Hey, are they having him play the butler? before the world tilts on its axis and the entirety of his attention focuses only on on Buck, like a spotlight. John’s mouth dries suddenly and he feels his heart roaring in his chest like a plane engine as he grabs the chair’s armrest with both hands and barely stops an inhuman sound from escaping his lips because Buck is dressed as a fucking housemaid. Maybe I’ve died and this is Heaven, John’s otherwise blank mind conjures as he stares at Buck’s long legs clad in black fishnets of all things, his lean thighs barely covered by the black skirt of his dress, the white apron on top of it making everything just more sinful. Somehow the entire dress fits him like it’s been sewed over his skin, hugging his narrow waist in a way that makes John’s mouth actually water; same goes for his shoulders, that John can see roll with anatomical precision, and the strong arms that emerge from the black and white short sleeves. There’s makeup on his face, white powder and a deep red lipstick, and some heavy dark around his eyes that only make them stand out more — John feels like they’re swallowing him whole from where he’s sitting at the end of the first sector and his heartbeat speeds up at the mere thought of being subjected to that magnetic look from Buck more up close later. He can even forgive the hideous red, curly wig they’ve put on him because dressed like that, and splendidly at ease like he only looks when he’s on stage, Buck is the most beautiful, sensual thing John’s ever seen. He wants to rip that dress off of him and fuck him like tomorrow is not a certainty.

I'm having so much fun with the Halloween special

[alienoresimagines]

WIP Wednesday/Last Line Tag

Thank you @heretoobsessstuff @nicijones @onyxsboxes @majorbuckyegan @happy-days19 for the tag 🥹❤️

His gaze darts to John’s right eye, the large bruise covering it no longer as dark as it had been a week ago but rather a greenish color surrounding a melted brown. His gut churns. 

He misses the white of the jacket making the red of breathless laughter on John’s cheeks stand out.

The army-issued jacket does not provide as much of a protection against the cold as John’s white sheepskin did, with its thick fur John never bothered to wash the dirt off. 

“It could have kept you warm. Winter’s going to be a cold one.” Those were the wrong words to say, Gale knows it immediately. He sounds like a housewife worrying about her husband going to the pub without his scarf, and his bitten nails sink in the tender skin of his palm in a silent admonition. The words are patronizing in a way that John could have laughed at were they in Texas or Idaho, but in this barren land has him raising his hackles like a dog, shoulders tensing and mouth twisting in a sneer. It twists John’s features into something dark and mean, only heightened by the purplish bags under his eyes, and Gale feels ice form in his gut, contrasting greatly with the warmth burning through his uniform where their shoulders and knees bump together.

“Y’think we’ll still be here come winter?” Bitterness makes John’s words sharp and daring, like setting a trap for Gale to fall into and greet him with bitter accusations of defeatism. It’s only been a few weeks, but Gale knows how it goes and how to feather the twinge of anger in his chest. He won’t rise to the bait. He’s a better man than his father. 

Away from them, in the clearing where the cabins are sparser and the dirt field wide and bare, the rocks are still painted with the blood of that unknown soldier. He’s too tired to play this game of tugging with John. Biting his tongue to keep stinging words back, Gale sighs, and drops his chin to his chest like he has some patience and heartfelt  reassurance left to dig from. He is nothing like his father. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea to plan in case we are,” he says carefully, letting each word weigh on his tongue before breathing life into them. Still, they sound clumsy, more of an avoidance to fight than an actual solution and Gale fears John will press deeper in the wound until even Gale snaps. Lately, things have been setting him on edge more easily. Or more things have been setting him on edge lately, Gale can’t tell the difference.

Np tagging to @amiserableseriesofevents @soliloquy-dawn @wayrad @air-exec and @sleepr-agent420

And uno reverse but also np tagging to @onyxsboxes @nicijones @heretoobsessstuff @happy-days19 and @majorbuckyegan

I know some of you have tagged me today lmao but you can take this as me tagging you for next week's WIP Wednesday, I'm just securing weekly crumbs like a check point in a game 🥰💕

[sirenscriptures]

[goldthorn-archive]

Asking about Misty Taste of Moonshine for the WIP game ♥️

thanks ginia and @onyxsboxes! this one started out as just me saving the lyric in my notes app list of fic titles lol, but really i kept imagining the screencap of john flying that mission after gale went down, the tear track tracing down his cheek.

been wanting to do more pre/post war clegan, and this wip is gonna be after john's moved to virginia, and has a nightmare/sudden memory of the morning he thought gale had died, the 24/48 hrs that followed. maybe he's driving somewhere and being behind the wheel sparks a feeling of deja vu, and he has to pull over to get his head on straight. and then he drives to the nearest payphone and begs gale to come visit him.

[abalonetea]

okay, so! @thebisexualpirate brought to my attention that I haven’t done a wip introduction for Groundhog Day for a while! so, to old followers that want a reminder, and to new followers just starting out, let me introduce you to the light of my writing life, Groundhog Day!

on a meta level, dual video games were released. Fields of Fara, a classic rpg fantasy, and Fara Falls, a more gritty counter-game. these games take place in lands that are almost the same, with characters that are almost the same. they are part of a larger set - the Fara Chronicles - in which every game model is based off of Fields of Fara.

on a level that is far more pertaining to the story, we follow a motley cast of characters within the confines of their two versions of Fara, as their games glitch up horrible, and they are set down a path no one expected.

a long time before the story begins, the First Glitch descends on the world of Fara. at this point in time, the kingdom loses their king, their prince, and their princess...and in her grief, the Queen takes off to lands unknown, trying desperately to hold her HEART together, and leaves the kingdom in a state of disarray. so when Midnight, a queen from lands forgotten, comes to offer her aid, they happily hand her the crown.

and for a time, all is well. at least, that’s what the masses think. but then the First Glitch evolves, and suddenly, the time loop that the kingdom is trapped in can be remembered by more than just Aba, the plant elemental forced into a villain’s role. suddenly, Blue, a paladin that doubles as a Royal Scientist, can remember the loops, too. and, suddenly, more glitches are cropping up all over the land.

this is where the story begins - with a new glitch, one that sends Blue into the neighboring game of Fara Falls, and his counter part, Red, into Fields of Fara. what follows is a race to get home before Blue meets his Game Over that quickly turns into something else, as new bonds are made, family is forged in coding and Hope, and a New War threatens to shake Fields of Fara to its very core.

who’s the cast?

Queen Midnight, of Fields of Fara: the most beautiful woman in all the lands, and a refugee from Twill, a land deleted during the Beta Wars. she seeks to turn Fara into a utopia, where no one ever ages, where no one ever dies, and will do anything to preserve her kingdom...even kill off half of it.

Blue: a paladin in Fields of Fara that works as a scientist in the Royal Labs, helping research the Code of the World and, in his free time, studying the multi-verse theory. hit by a glitch that has him at one HP indefinately, fighting is far from his mind. he can summon Looney Tune style black holes to cross throguh the Void.

Locke: a knight-in-training from Fields of Fara, and the Goodest Good Boi in all the lands. he’s dating Blue, and they’ve been living together for years. fights with bone magic and fire magic. has a thing about killing, and is always looking for the best in people.

Motti: one of the Butterfly People from Fields of Fara, and Blue’s lab partner. she’s a tired little worker moth that doesn’t have time for any of this bullshit.

Flame: a fire elemental and the general for the Fields of Fara Royal Guard. he’s a war hero from the Delta Wars that drinks too much and lives alone with his bird dragon, Wrinkles. his loyalty is wrapped up in too many promises, and he’s something of a personal mentor to Locke.

Polynya: a water elemental and captain of Fields of Fara’s Royal Guard. she’s the Queen of the Seafire and led the guard through the Delta Wars. she will do anything not to have to fight in another war. dating Ginia.

Ginia: a plant elemental that runs a flower shop in the Capitol. she was a paladin during the Delta War, and now dates Polynya. during the story, she’s wrangled into the position of Royal Gardener.

Aba: the first character to be caught in the glitch. his coding has been altered by Kee, forcing him into a plant elemental state, as well as changing his title from HERO to VILLAIN. near fifteen years of dying and loops has left his mental state altered, his HEART damaged, and his code fractured.

Kee: the villain. don’t trust her.

other people of note in Fields of Fara include Miss Denna, Razzle, Cordial, Cocoa, the Collector, the Butterfly People, and the Witch of the Woods!

Queen Midnight, of Fara Falls: lost to her Level, she is a fracture of her former self, twisted and bitter and violent. she rules the kingdom with an iron fist, and hosts balls that double as executions. her Level is 100.

Red: a paladin who lost his magic due to a head injury when he was younger, he’s been living with Bolte since they were just kids. he’s a fixer, of clothes and flesh, and tries his best to patch Bolte up when he comes home bloody. bitter and filled with a lot of inner turmoil.

Bolte: the General for Fara Falls’ Royal Guard, a knight that fights with bone and fire magic. with a Level in his 30s, and a lot of scars under his belt, he’s traded in his Goodness and Hope for the world, in favor of keeping Red alive. would burn the country down for Red. very brusque. comes off as an asshole.

Captain: head of the Royal Guard, a crocodile woman with more scars than scales. missing an eye, and with a booming voice, she cuts an intimidating figure. very close with Bolte, and biding her time until she can over throw the Queen.

Celeste: the genderfluid spider bard that runs the Casino, and a host of other illicit activities. sometimes snacks on people, with a flair for fashion and a strange fondness for Blue. they’re better than you.

other people of note in Fara Falls include Denna, Castor, Rattcliffe, Anna, and the Corrupted!

a brief glossary of terms

HEART: the physical embodiment of your life force

Game Over: dying

Inventory: an endless space where you can store items

EXP: points gained for killing someone

Level: the weight of your HEART

finally adding my tags to this! going through the “Tag later” tag oops

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[amiserableseriesofevents]

I hope you're not tired of me putting the Buckies in Europe because guess what, they're in Europe again

[amiserableseriesofevents]

I know i already asked you about "baby, you're gonna miss that plane" 😊 but i'm also reaaaaally curious about "Raising Grace" 👀🥰🥰🥰

Hello there and thank you for this ask 🥰

Raising Grace is a post war AU (multichapter even if I'm not sure yet of how many chapters it'll be); the starting point is, Gale and John are in love during the war but once it's over and they go back to the States, Gale still marries Marge.

John moves next door without ever interfering, he doesn't try to rekindle his thing with Gale, he just needs to be close to him — and to Marge, because he's fond of her too. He becomes part of the family, he's even godfather to the little Cleven girl, Grace.

But tragedy strikes, and the two men are left caring for the child by themselves. They'll have to figure out a way to make it work without losing each other, for their own sake and that of little Grace.

And the Crosbys are gonna be there too for moral support 😅

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Our little life is rounded with a sleep, ch 4

Featuring some math puns, an escapade, and maybe a kiss

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Last line/WIP tag

Thank you @onyxsboxes, @c-goldthorn, @alienoresimagines and @survivedthenight for the tag!

Here's a snippet from Chapter 4 of Our Little Life which will be posted (hopefully) tomorrow!

Buck huffs. “The company, the Stalag Theatre, are what we call a loaded Russian roulette. Half their shows are boring as hell, the other half are downright terrible,” he says and John can���t help but start laughing loudly at the disdain clearly palpable in his tone. “They have European origins, at least that’s the excuse the Colonel gave us the first time we hosted them. I personally think they’re simply bad and should close their venture but alas, it’s not my place to tell them. They even tried to get a residency here a few times but Harding always managed to twist the price and the conditions so that it wasn’t worth it for them. So, yeah, stay at your own risk,” Buck concludes. The answer’s quick on the tip of John’s tongue, sweet as candy: I’d go through hell and back with you, Buck. But it’s too much, clearly — they’re gonna sit through a bad show, they’re not going to war. So he just grins and says, with much more optimism than he actually feels, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” And yet, it turns out it can. John has been sitting in the crammed seat in the front row of the second half of the auditorium for barely ten minutes and already he’s considering walking into traffic as a way to free himself from the nightmare of a show the European company has put together. It’s a mix of monologues and sketches from famous movies, all acted out in the corniest way possible, and John is gritting his teeth like he used to do in high school whenever the lessons were unbearable. He doesn’t even know if there’s gonna be an intermission, he didn’t ask, but he surely regrets having told Buck that he’d stay there all night because there’s no way he’s gonna survive this. He glances around, subtly as he can, but the rest of the audience seems to be liking the show. Hopefully our public will be different than this, he thinks, craning his head to see where the hell is Buck.

I have suffered through maybe the worst show I've ever seen at the theatre during my shift last week so the boys had to suffer too, I'm sorry, I make the rules.

No Pressure Tagging @rangerelizabeth @luckydeuce @middlingmay @rambleonwaywardson <3

[amiserableseriesofevents]

If you're feeling down today, please know that right now in the Halloween special John is stuck jumping up and down to remove his shoes during ✨sexy times✨. That should help!

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Last Line Tag

Thank you @nicijones for the tag! Here's a few lines from the birthday project (set in the Such Stuff-verse)

Buck’s hand snakes to the back of his head, caressing the damp curls there before tilting his face up just enough to kiss him tenderly on the bridge of his nose, then on the lips. John hums into the kiss, one hand moving to stroke Buck’s cheek. “Morning,” he says, still a bit dazed by the tempestuous awakening. “What did I owe this to?” Buck smirks, and if John’s eyes were open he would see the love, the tenderness, and the raw desire in the sky blue gaze of his. “Happy birthday, John.”

Tagging @alienoresimagines @ranger-elizabeth and @soliloquy-dawn (no pressure obv)

[amiserableseriesofevents]

WIP Wednesday/Last line tag

I've been tagged by so many people aaaaah @alienoresimagines @heretoobsessstuff @rangerelizabeth @nicijones @onyxsboxes @majorbuckyegan thank you all; here for you, a few lines from the Halloween oneshot!

He’s testing the waters and there’s the risk he’s gonna drown, he knows it very well; but something about being dressed up as something else, as someone else, always makes him feel all tingly and excited even after all this time. If he can’t kiss Buck as they are, because that’s what he asked of him when laying down the rules for their weird — wrong — contract, now that they can pretend they’re not Buck and Bucky he wants to kiss him even more. For a fraction of a second, something flickers in Buck’s gaze that makes John shiver with anticipation — Buck wants to kiss him too, wants the taste of John’s fake blood in his mouth, the way his tongue darts out from the gap between his lips a telltale sign of the blond’s inner turmoil. His gaze shoots to the side, as if he’s considering something and needs to check the situation in the lobby; the public’s still waiting outside, Marge is checking a few last things with Ken and another tech. Buck must be on tickets duty tonight so he’ll have to go stand outside the auditorium’s door in a minute. John keeps staring at him, as if he can read the calculations running through his mind; but before he can risk to push it too much, he relents. “Stay still,” he says and cradles Buck’s face with one of his still gloved hands, tilting it a little to the side to have a better view and relishing in the way the other’s breath itches at the contact with the soft, warm fabric. He rubs his other thumb over the lipstick stain, the porous leather absorbing it better than skin could and the dark color hiding the bloody tint. Goosebumps break on Buck’s skin where John has touched him and when John releases him his eyes are wide behind the mask, a faint flush spreading all over the uncovered half of his face.

No pressure tagging: @soliloquy-dawn @london-cowboy @middlingmay @happy-days19 and @johnslittlespoon !

[amiserableseriesofevents]

[thunder and lighting, enter a witch]

I have a new AU.

[leaves]

[amiserableseriesofevents]

PS: no Our Little Life update this week cause the Halloween special is coming out later today 🎃

[amiserableseriesofevents]

“Calm” for the WIP ask game? Courtesy of my random word generator 😂🫶🏼

And the generator chose well! 🥰🥰

Another crumb from chapter 7 for you

“Whoa! Calm down: since when do you want a relationship?” Johnny asked and John found it offensive that he’d be so appalled. “I’m not the harlot you paint me to be, Johnny Boy,” he said.

[amiserableseriesofevents]

'true' for the wip game? 🤗

You both asked for "true" but I only have one 💔 I'll give you "truly" if it's ok 🥹

Truly, from my post war AU wip (currently titled Raising Grace)

“Oh but that’s exactly the problem, John: I want you to bother us if you need it. You’re basically family after all, the family Gale’s never truly had, and mine as a consequence. And I don’t know about you, but I was raised with the implicit knowledge of helping my family when they need me even if they don’t want me to,” Marge said, serious.