#gracie’s wips

[gracieheartspedro]

finishing my joel wip tonight; mark my words. gonna hopefully have someone beta it tomorrow and post by friday!! 🤞🏻

[butchdiaz]

♥︎ this is what it feels like ♥︎

@911actions prompt fill for thdarkiing on twitter! and !!!! @summerofbuddie week two: romance <3

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@gayedmundo @watchyourbuck @maddiebuckettebuckley @buckgettingstruck @eddiegettingshot

[sapphic-terror]

You know what my favorite twisters hc is? Addy having a little sister, obviously played by Mckenna Grace, who is just a teenager when her sister dies. But years later she ends up in the same town as The Wranglers + Kate and Javi (this taking place around a year after the movie) and not only is she the same age Addy was when she died, she’s also the spitting image of her. And did I mention that she also chases storms??? And did I mention that she’s a few months away from being older than her older sister and her entire life is about trying to make sure her sister didn’t die in vain, to live the life Addy didn’t get??? And did I mention she doesn’t talk to their parents so Gracie is utterly alone in this word??

Kate and Javi are finally healing and dealing with their issues and falling in love with the Wranglers, and then the girl they watched grow up, who looks exactly like Addy, rolls into their camp demanding to know if they finally accomplished what her sister died for. And all of their old trauma hits them with the grace of an EF5.

Anyways, I may or may not have wip called your my sister but your eyes are closed because I crave angst and forcing Kate + Javi to deal with all their issues :)

[dayurno]

do u ever think about riko at psu. if things were different slightly. maybe kevin and jean and riko all. it’s kind of funny :-) most horrible little fox title goes to riko moriyama‼️

I DO i do think it because gracie ao3 kevjean has this insanely good wip about the perfect court in psu and it lives in my head rent free how much a (medicated) riko in that position is similar to medicated andrew……… it’s such i think an interesting concept because he would make such a wreck out of everything in new and exciting ways……. nuclear bomb (riko) vs coughing baby (the foxes) they’re not making it past the first round of eliminations of the championships at all

[lover-of-mine]

Fuck it Friday!

I was tagged by @bucksbackwardcap @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @jesuisici33 thank you 💜

I thought I was gonna have this fic finished by now, but editing it is proving harder than I thought because I keep feeling the urge to add stuff, so yall are getting a snippet and hopefully I'll be happy with it today oslkasokasokas But anyway, I've been obsessed with the song where do we go now? by Gracie Abrams (this version specifically) and I made a few edits with it (here and here), but like, yesterday, I legit wrote 2k words in one sitting with the song in a loop of a fight with the energy heavily based on that song and also I should hate you, two people, best, cedar and will you cry? (legit will have to attach a playlist to this fic lol) and it's like a communication fight? They're yelling things at each other but they are being honest about it so progress is being made. Anyway, it's angsty pining Eddie and them discussing everything because apparently, i can't stop writing those types of fic lol so have a snippet

And Buck has a point.  Of course he does.  Buck knows him.  Probably better than anyone else alive in this world.  Except for the tiny detail that the reason Eddie needed space is not whatever disaster scenario Buck imagined, it is because he was in love with him.  Still is.  Eddie didn't know it was possible to yearn for someone this much.  To feel like if he could he would claw at his own skin until he found Buck under it just to find a way to drag him out.  Or how he would rip himself into pieces if that would make them work.  If it would make Buck stay.  But he can't say it.  Can't let Buck know it was all a pointless attempt to move on from him.  How he's angry because Buck let him slowly drift until he was single and needed the space filled again. How he's angry because being without him fucking hurts and he can't let him back in when Buck will never be truly his so he will leave again. He just lets Buck stare at him from the other side of the table. 

No pressure tagging 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @sherlockcrossing @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @captain-hen @wildlife4life and you if you have something to share 💜💜

[romeoeatzkorn]

sexy lesbians draw their fan kid interacting with others artists fankids so cough ur Wallaby/barnly fankids via reposts or asks 💕💕💕(wip)

Maya created by @doggwwoggy23

[4m4zing-gracie]

// I'm brainrotting, so now I'm makin' a Cookie Run oc

and it's a WITCH >:D

[wayward-sherlock]

why won’t you try moving on for once? that might make it easy

[jeida-chi]

I try not to post to many WIPs because I feel like I’m jinxing myself into never finishing them but I’m obssessed with this Gracie Abrams sketch I started, look how CUTE!!!!

[briannaswords]

something something sadie is very 'I think I'm burning alive but nobody sees the fire' and by nobody she means mila

[molliehaswords]

WIP Wednesday

What’s this?! I, MollieHasWords, HAVE WORDS?!?!

Yes, I actually have a WIP I want to share a snippet from. Because I finally managed to write Gracie and Shane meeting in my fic Storybrooke Farm.

This is subject to change/edit, but I was excited that I finally got words out, so I’m foisting them upon you, the viewer. Enjoy! Hopefully I will finish this chapter and post it before the end of the month but we shall see! This is Gracie’s first morning in Pelican Town. 💙

Turned out, not much had changed. Though there now was a small garden behind the clinic and the general store, the paint was peeling on the signage. The saloon had expanded to have some outdoor seating, but [something wrong with the roof?]. The biggest change was a large, fancy-looking new house sort of beyond the general store. And beyond that…

“Ew. Why can’t I escape them?” Gracie groaned as she spotted the pale blue, gleaming exterior of a JojaMart SuperCenter just over the river. In an effort to literally and figuratively put her Joja past behind her, she closed her eyes, turned around sharply, took two steps, and promptly collided with something solid and warm. She opened her eyes to see more Joja blue, but paired with Tunnelers green.

“Good morning!” Gracie said brightly, hoping to make a good impression on the first person she’d met other than Lewis and Robin, and trying to erase the fact that she just slammed into this man’s chest. “I’m so sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going. I’m new in town. My name’s Gracie.”

“I don’t know you. Why are you talking to me?”

Gracie just blinked in shock, her hand left unshook. She knew some people were so anti-mornings that they were non-functional but usually they would just grunt in acknowledgement and at least pretend to be polite. This was… excessive, even for having just been in a collision. And hopefully not a bad omen.

[gracieheartspedro]

WIP Wednesday!

Nini (@ilovepedro) tagged me, so of course I need to post a little sneak peek to my Javi series! Find the preview here!

A lil bit of "The Grudge" for ya (;

“Vamos, hermosa. ¿Por qué estás tan amargado?” As soon as he says it, you grip your mug a bit tighter. You decide not to give in to his game. Instead, you would play your own. You step forward, keeping your head bowed as you do. You scan his body from his shoes to his tight jeans, to his broad upper body, to that goddamn mustache.  “Oh, Javi,” You toy, pulling out an old nickname. A page from his book, “I work for the FBI and have a PhD. I live in a very nice apartment in Washington, D.C., right next to a Senator. I go to fancy parties and fuck important men. Why do you think I’d ever entertain a man like you again? A DEA agent? You're hilarious.” His playful smile falls when you mention fucking other men. You refuse to break eye contact, watching his mind work overtime to respond to such a statement.  “Hmph,” He grimaces, “The fact that you did not mention how good the fuckin’ is tells me exactly what I need to know.” “Pardon me?” “No one has fucked you as good as I did. Qué vergüenza.”

yeehaw! lemme see what you guys are workin' on (; @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @undrthelights @jenispunk @party-hearses @joelmillers-whore and anyone else muahahaha

[a-art-side-blog]

Wip of father Gracie i was doing. Dont know if ill ever finish it

[wildswrites]

7 & 7 (Tag Game)

thanks for the tag, @linaket !!

rules: post 7 lines (or paragraphs, or whatever!) of your WIP, then tag 7 people!

this doesn’t exactly fit the rules, and it’s very rough - just a snippet that i wrote at the end of last week; it doesn’t even have a place in the story yet. but i enjoyed writing it!

“We have to go back.”

There are several long seconds of silence following his declaration, but he had expected that. It’s a crazy idea, but a necessary one; it is one that he must lay on the table, because he is going to do it with or without their collective permission. He has to.

“Think this through, Cam. The risks outweigh the benefits. You-”

“You,” he interrupts. “Might be able to live with having this giant shaking hole where your childhood is supposed to go. If you don’t want to come, don’t come. But I’m doing this.”

“You and I both know that going back is not going to fix anything. We’re not welcome back. We’ll be lucky if they don’t kill us on sight. Maybe we should just let sleeping dogs lie.”

“Maybe we should let secrets and lies stay the way they are, and leave us wondering about our pasts for the rest of our lives. Is that what you mean? Because every minute, we’re racing a ticking clock where they trash our files at the finish line. They might have already burned us out, mistakes erased from their ledger just like that. But I can’t live without knowing for sure. Can you?”

tagging: @rowanwriting ; @rowansghost ; @kittensartswriting ; @nightdoves ; @wisteriasadprose ; @circa-specturgia ; @tryingtimi.

[thegreatobsesso]

OKAY! OKAY! OKAY!

I’m almost over the last hump before reaching a string of chapters that are gonna be really clean and require very little restructuring, so if I focus for like, two more days, things are going to get easy and fast. :D :D :D

Also they are fun chapters. Things happen. Things get intense. Our heroes are tested. And shit, I really like this arc and can’t wait to get my grubby lil hands back in there and make stuff even more fucked up than I had the guts for in the first draft.

Snippet of the day:

Grace POV

“Your hands, girl.” 

“Leave her alone!” Grace cried, and Angela gave her a serious look, eyes wide in warning. They were supposed to be good, not yell at these people. But, but-

“Aha,” said one of the white-coats triumphantly. She reached out and grabbed Angela’s wrist, inspecting Angela’s black glove, the mesh netting, the padded palm. “This is a dampener if I’ve seen one. We got a live one here.” 

She pulled at the fabric and Angela jerked back. “No!” she cried, and Grace looked around frantically for a teacher, a guard, anybody - 

“Why’s that, kid?” asked the other. “Do you need them?” The woman’s fingers snapped the button that held her glove in place while the man held her arm at the elbow. 

Grace could have wept when she saw the big bald guard, the important one always at the headmaster’s side, his brow creased with worry as he rushed down the main stairs. 

Not fast enough. 

“Let’s see what happens when we-” 

The lady didn’t get to finish. The second the glove slipped loose, the man holding her lit up, jerked wildly, his eyes rolling back in his head. The big guard snapped off a table leg like a piece of celery and slammed it into the agent’s belly, breaking his grip on Angela. It all only lasted a second but the man didn’t get up and his clothes smelled like burning, or she prayed it was just his clothes, not him, and oh, oh- 

And now everyone was screaming, and Angela was crying and throwing sparks she couldn’t stop, and Grace was being pulled away, and no one, no one was listening to a word she said, her cries that it wasn’t Angela’s fault suffocated in the clamor. 

[grxcisxhy-wp]

the way i want to start an entirely new book for a different fandom when i currently have multiple wips... anyway what should the oc's name be?