#i write fics concurrently

[bitwhizzle]

WIP Game

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.

I was tagged by @codythecheshirecat a while ago!

I have MANY WIPs, but I will only list the current ACTIVE ones...(which means I have worked on them in the last...year at least...)

Wedge Beta

Hobbie_full

wes story

Kenobi what if - soothed

Guardian Squad

Tech

Echo Casey

kix fic

Howzer TAKE CARE

Cody SOLDIER FIRST

fives fic

Rex SAVE ONE

Team GB

Price Ghost

Okay...this is scary.

I'm not tagging anyone because I don't know who to tag...so if you feel like playing, have at 'er!

[ahalliance]

anw ive been chipping away at a qsmp medieval fantasy au thing for a while now between work and ive garnered a few thousand words which is neat…. idk where im going quite yet but ive got specific scenes pictured in my head so im sorta going with the flow

[bitegore]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers Generation One Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Starscream & Original Character Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Ravage (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Original Alien Character(s) Summary:

It was first thing in the morning, and Jai had just been run over by a train.

It took him a moment to remember why this should have been unusual, aside from the general pain and unpleasantness and disorientation involved in getting split into four pieces by being hit very hard by a train. There was something really, really motherfucking weird about it, but for a while there it wasn't coming to him. He wasn't on train tracks, was he?

Right. That was it. He was stranded in space.

Astrotrain runs over a really strange alien in the middle of empty space. Things get weirder from there.

[iggyfing]

that time i wrote this much of an xmfc fic

[alcetryx]

Every time I think "oh, I've done it!!! I have a one shot idea!!"

I start writing it and the voice inside me whispers 'but wait...there's a whole world here, no one will understand the complexity of the situation without an absurd amount of context that will take sixty chapters to explore'

[felinenthusiast]

ok everyone pray for me im going to try and get back to a fanfic project which im like, proudly, 24k words into writing but then promptly fell over with when my headcanons about a character drastically reframed how i viewed them and i've spent like 2 weeks fumbling with what to do and how to approach it

[rosaacicularis]

Listen I know you’re in the throws of writing for the Merlin au, but bestie I just heard the most astronaut au song ever. It’s ’Rule #2 - Moonlight’ by fish in a birdcage like “Houston please come in, there’s someone that I need to talk to, honey how have you been I miss you my dear,” like c’mon is that not what Scar saids when things start to go wrong on the space station. Then the chorus hits with “all I need is to come home to you, all I want is to be close to you” like it’s just sooo <33 -🎶

ok i AM in the throws for the merlin au but im also just..... in the throws.. started writing like three different fics at once like two days ago, i welcome any and all brainrot no matter the au <3

OH MY GOD!! hitting me where it hurts </3 oh how i love the space au <3 they're so silly and yearning for what they already have and they're just so !!! and they love each other and they miss each other

fr though, thats so space au!scar coded. literally the last words he might ever say are 'i love you, grian' like??? it fits so perfectly omg! your MIND 🎶anon!!! aiugaheiuorvghsk

[yzafre]

@sabellabella tagged me in this post about posting the last sentence you wrote in your WIP, so:

This was an empty shell, there was nothing there, but – He knew that face.

There we go! Writing is going slowly, but it is going.

Uh, actual rules state to tag as many people as words in the sentence, but I'm. Not doing that. So. I'll skim my mutuals and tag a few people I think might enjoy participating?

@storm-driver @dying-offeels (don't know if you're working on anything right now, but just in case?) @share-the-skye (I. Feel like I've seen you talk about writing? Even if I can't find any in your archive.)

[isindismay]

Calm down, he told himself. Any crewmember of the female persuasion would surely be glad of a chance to hang off his arm, especially as he was now so clearly marked as officer material that it might as well have been written on his forehead.

Then why were all of them suddenly washing their hair?

He was pretty sure that he had asked every woman on the ship whose name he knew. Even Yvonne McGruder claimed to be seeing someone else. She was clearly playing hard to get. But after he repeatedly asked her and she threatened to deck him, he decided he didn’t actually want to take her anyway.

[agentravensong]

when you get a fairly specific fic idea for a fairly small fandom that you know you'll probably never get to read unless you write it, but you're not sure you'll ever have the right combo of time energy and focus/dedication to do it

[lavellander]

I won’t rb this onto the morrigan teddy bear post bc it’s just ocposting lmao but in some far off universe where morrigan and des do cross paths and fall in love, I think the willing teddy bear reveal would be like, the greatest soul bearing show of vulnerability possible for her. and she’s terrified des will laugh or make fun (bc that’s what they would do to literally anyone else lol) but instead des gets incredibly reverent and quiet (extremely uncharacteristic) bc like, now xe fully understands

morrigan and des were both excruciatingly lonely children who spent their entire lives toughening their skin against it, and now morrigan trusts des enough to show him this tiny sliver of herself that stayed soft after all this time and solitude and loss. and des can’t even respond bc there aren’t any words that could succinctly and properly convey “I understand” and “thank you for trusting me” and “I love you” and “I’m sorry” all at once and in a way she knows wouldnt inadvertently embarrass morrigan. wow I can’t even finish this post I’m so fucking unwell about this

[sollucets]

im winteaming again :’)

“P’Team,” says Wiew, the third time Team fumbles and drops a Gundam piece to the floor completely unprompted. “Is something on your mind?” 

“Why would you say that?” he asks immediately, making to attach the retrieved part to its proper spot on the wing. 

“That’s upside down,” Wiew points out, not unkindly. 

Team stares down at the small red-and-white piece in his hands. Very carefully, he sets it on the table, folds his hands in front of him, and composes himself. Then he glances sidelong at Wiew, who has his chin propped on one of his hands and is watching him with the kind of knowing look that would make Team consider throwing something were this a different brother.

[guildofempyreans]

why is it gonna take so long to introduce the dilfy massively-titted character that is siegril’s father figure. and why are none of these words in the bible

[bardic-perdita]

One day I will manage to work on one creative project at a time, instead of trying to juggle four or five at once

[jonathanrook]

whoopsie got distracted from my main fic to work on another one this can only end well

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Okay there's five ways I could write this, all of which are pre-canon by the way. I'm combining all five but here's two pieces of two different scenes.

Snippet 1: "I just don't get it. The new civilian-marketed legs are better than my hero-grade prosthetics," Ectoplasm rumbled as he showed off the artificial limb. "It needs attaching to the new harness but nothing 'plugs in' like wetware cybernetics in the old films."

The cowboy-themed hero leans in to take a closer look. "You know I'm all at sea with those sci-fi flicks. That said, it does look a whole sight better. Light as a feather?"

"And sturdier. Whoever the head technician at Fenton Works is a real miracle worker."

Snipe pauses. "Did you just say Fenton?" At Ectoplasm's nod, he continues. "You know the scuttlebutt that their head swiped some other company's research?"

"This is leagues ahead. I've tried Denterat's civilian prosthetics and while they are decent, they were not the best even before Fenton Works started selling."

Snippet 2: Ever since that brief meeting - truly happenstance as they were both attending their own meetings in Tokyo - Nedzu knew that something about the young human was… It is not a fear quirk or the lure of an animal control quirk. Nedzu has felt the brush of both (and more).

Unlike humans, Nedzu trusts his baser impulses. Fenton felt like a predator. And unlike many humans who felt similar, 'Fenton' is an ambush predator. Nedzu entertained the possibility that the man is a false identity for All For One. Yagi-kun's foe could have falsified his death. Thankfully (hopefully) All For One is dead.

But another reason why this is unlikely to be the same man: the 'ghosts'. The rumors of the dead began just before Fenton's false identity was established. This could be a coincidence, yet Nedzu has spoken with a few of the 'ghosts'. Friends, allies, strangers, and someone Nedzu has not seen since... His rescuer's death had brought another supposedly immoral facility to the public eye. It was quite difficult to explain how a hero died during a routine tour.

The dead don't speak on some matters to the living. Any attempt he made to ask after Fenton's origins was met with silence. That in itself is an answer. Such a fascinating puzzle. Why is someone dead yet alive creating support gear?

*evil grin of The Ponderings™*

You know who DEFINITELY would have Unfinished Business?

Heroes. Professional "If I could just MOVE, just fight a BIT LONGER, save ONE MORE PERSON" Heroes. It's the ultimate and unending Unfinished Business. To protect people. Not just their friends, their co-workers, but the innocent people around them.

That kid, stuck crying in the rubble.

That business man, screaming in pain, caught in the cross fire.

The People NEED them. They SWORE. Their very SOULS burn with the NEED to help. But... the flesh gave out. Injuries. Age. Quirk overuse. They knew... they KNEW, this was not a safe line of work... but... but! Please! Just one more person! Why can't they just make their breaking, dying, bodies MOVE!

Of course they refuse to move on.

They are needed HERE.

Yet? Their hands pass through. Their voices do not reach. A hell of their own, unknown, making. They can't let go, but they can't HELP either. There isn't enough Ectoplasm here. The walls of their reality overly patched up, since that unfortunate leak a few centuries back.

After all, the Zone had dumped near lethal quantities of unfiltered Ecto into the atmosphere. They're STILL dealing with the mutations and fall out, aren't they? At least, they are according to the Zone. (Wtf is a "Quirk"?) And, yeah, someone should PROBABLY do an assessment on the ecological recovery of the Reality. But like?

Do you have any idea how few people have an Obsession for stuff like that? Wait your turn! The list is long and you're not fuckin special, okay? The agents are BUSY.

Now, you might wonder? Wait. If they aren't moving on. Are DEFINITELY Ghosts. Starving as they are. Refusing to die as they may be. Wouldn't... Wouldn't that leave the whole ass area around their Reality an ecological dead zone? If it got over patched and no Ghosts LEFT, thus noticed, and started to try and work on it from the outside? Assuming the COULD?

Yeah. Yeah it would be!

It's called the "New Wastes"!

There used to be some cool Lairs around there. But there was a turf dispute. Someone DID something. Punched a HOLE. And everyone re-died. It was fixed but never quite re-healed. Portals... don't show up there? For some reason? Meh. Wanna brawl?

No. Danny's curious. He wants ANSWERS.

It's his fatal flaw.

Well... that and his inability to keep his mouth shut. But he likes to think he's funny. So... off he goes! And MAN! Does it feel funky out there! Weird textures. Mmmm, Don't Like THAT ™. It's probably a King thing? The Zone here... FEELS wrong.

Not... the way it's SUPPOSED to be shaped, if that makes sense?

And? It feels... if you sorta squint? Like... a LOT of people AREN'T where they should be. But aren't gonna leave until they're READY. Ooof. Great. Someone messed up again. Why does he KEEP FINDING bits and pockets that need straightening out? Unruffling? It's like he has to keep smooth out this giant peice of fabric with all these stains on it. Clean the messes on it.

He feels more like a maid then a King.

Maybe he is?

Pretty sure he's more of a nanny, since the Zone is more of a whiny yet excitable toddler then anything else. Alright, let him in. And fix... whatever THAT is.

So he steps into the Reality and? Huh. Japan. Neat. He always meant to go, never got around to it. Why is that man an otter?

.......oooohohooo, this place was HELLA fucked up by Ectoplasm, wasn't it? This is multi generational exposure. It's in the air. The water, ground, buildings. But stale to the point of stagnation. That can't be healthy. At least a few people he sees have developed ecto-resistance, thank the Ancients.

Danny discovers there are? "Superheroes"? Or just... heroes, apparently. They sell shampoo lines and athletic gear. Villians are petty criminals and psychopaths. All lumped together. He gets fuckin CHASED by the COPS and half the cities spandex patrol, called a "villian" (you know, like the purse snatchers and the DUDE WHO TRIED TO OPEN FIRE ON A CROWD) for flying around trying to assess the situation. Not speaking Japanese fast enough.

Soooorry! He TRIED to answer your confusing barked demands! This isn't his native language! He's translating through Ghost Speech! He knows it sounds unsettling to the living! It's the best he's GOT, man! (Asshole)

He escapes, obviously, because he's not 14 anymore. And honestly? He could top 200mph or so AT 14. He's only gotten faster. Intangible flight means no wind drag, motherfuckers~! OR need to dodge buildings! HA. Try to follow him through THE GROUND!

A few Blob sucked (to remove the ectoplasm) bits of treasure later? And he leaves a pawn shop with local currency. Thank YOU shady pawn shop! Ask him no questions, he'll tell you not lies. Enjoy Pariah's gold.

He does tourist things. Buy foods he's never tried, wanders around. Sees what's needed. Noticed a lot of people struggle with some aspect of the ecto-mutations brought on by the extreme Limnality. Need accessibility aids.

.....well, he IS a Fenton. His parents would disown him on the SPOT if he left with out at least TRYING to help. So he tracks down one the local ghosts. He'll need a guide or two.

He? VASTLY underestimates how desperate a sea of Obsession Starved Hero and Vigilante Ghosts will act, the INSTANT, they realize not only someone can see them... but it's? Their "Boss"? They aren't sure HOW they know that. But they DO. It's THE Boss. Here to help them! Asking for HELP ™ from THEM!

Yes

YES THEY CAN DO THAT

He gets swarmed. Hundreds of ghosts fighting over each other. Shouting. Turning on each other like rabid animals. All worn down and ragged by their Obssesion starvation. He's forced to shout over them.

And? Holy shit, these are only the ones from THIS CITY, too.

Thank Zone, again, he's no longer 14. That he has friends who are Rulers ™ that taught him HOW to Rule. To delegate. Pretend he TOTALLY knows what he's doing. That every action is on purpose.

It takes less then two hours, with all the experienced Unground Heros help, to make himself a Real Boy and buy a building. Put himself into the correct databases. He officially has licenses for things he's never studied. Is a tax paying citizen. Even belongs to several local clubs.

Over the next few days? He sets up his new... oi! Quickdraw! What're they called again? Right. "Lifestyle Support Company" which? Is a dumb name. But, Fenton Works is Fenton Works. Somehow he always kinda knew he'd be inherenting. It's in a cruddy part of town and the prices are cheap as he can safely get um.

He already had two customers, even though half the building isn't even fully set up. Which? I mean... he gets it. Poor guy. Knives for hands. Sharp ones too. The other guy's Obsession made him emotionally react to colors and like three different ones were ruining his life. So, hand Prosthetics controllable by knives and color filtering wrap around glasses.

Took him a lunch break or two.

Changed THEIR lives.

Suddenly his shop is packed. Schedule screaming for relief. And the ghosts? Getting more tangible by the day. See, his work shop? Ecto proofed. Let's him relax. But it ALSO let's him radiate fresh, clean, Ecto out into the air. And as King? With a direct line to The Zone? He puts out a lot.

There start to become Sightings.

People who SWEAR they saw long dead Heros out of the corner of their eyes. Dead vigilantes. That was who through that bottle. Who tripped that thug at just the right moment. Who unlocked the door. The SWEAR. They aren't crazy!

And... at first? Brushed off. Stress does a lot of crazy thing to a person, ma'am. But? How do you brush off, making eye contact with your dead best friend? Your old mentor on the other roof? That vigilante, who you WATCHED bleed out? Can you brush them off... when a vigilante from the dawn of quirks, punches some two bit villian on live television? Calls the Heros on the scene gloryhounds? Goverment dogs?

Runs from the cops and vanishes into thin air?

When this shit KEEPS HAPPENING?

Is spreading?

Are... are you supposed to arrest them for illegal vigilantism? How? They're THE proto-Heros! You don't want your name tied to that! The HPSC is furious. The goverment is uneasy. There are like... 6 dudes and a lady, openly stalking some kid in UA. Trying to mentor him. He looks moments away from a nervous breakdown.

Us too, kid. Us too.

All? While Danny? Is just sitting in his lil shop. Tinkering. Not HIS problem. Gotta let the ghosts here get it out of their system. Get their Obsession's full. Then it's all aboard the Zone Train. He's just here to make sure no one does anything "Too Crazy".

What's HIS definition of "too crazy"?

Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy~☆

@hdgnj @lolottes @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn