#new year new wip ask

[messydepressy95]

Hit me with that "Comatose" lore!

- from @adhdprincess

@seethesunny- an answer for you as well!

I’ve had a few requests for this one I’m way too excited to explain this idea that’s been rattling around.

It’s rough around the edges, so bear with me!

I have this specific image in my head of Joel haunting the halls of a hospital in Texas after a car accident leaves Sarah dependent on life support.

Like she’s there, but at the same time she’s GONE. And poor Joel can’t bring himself to pull the plug on his baby.

Some hospitals actually have wards for people who are in a long term vegetative state, and guess who is the newest resident in this one?

Ellie- a runaway who took a header off of an overpass.

She gets setup in Sarah’s room and Joel makes a point to start reading them BOTH stories, and telling them about his childhood, or just how his day has been.

He takes this girl who’s roughly the same age as his kid under his wing, because he can’t stand to see her all alone.

As both girls medical states fluctuate and change, he’s forced to make some hard decisions and I’m dying to explore that.

Thanks for the ask!

[seethesunny]

new year, new wip ask

Tagged by @ameerawrites some days ago thank you sooo much!

Tagging: @clairenovaking @adhdprincess @electricbluebutterflies @vaelyrians @emilylawsons @messydepressy95 @hypnotisedfireflies

the rules: list all your wips (or as many as you feel comfortable sharing), and open your ask box for people to inquire! share the ideas you had, any plans for it, a snip if you're feeling generous! whatever makes your lil heart happy.

Under the cut, I'll list some stuff I'm currently working on which means actually writing which means it'll probably see the light of day and not just catch dust in my drive:

New Year's fic (posting this one very soon)

The best part is still coming (Jackson au, tessjoel domestic life)

Champagne problems (Jackson au, Tess and Joel break up)

How empty of me to be so full of you (QZ story)

One hell of a story (QZ story, smuggling gone wrong)

Vermillion Red (tessellie centric fic/ellie pov)

exertion (qz baby Ellie series)

Aftermath of the winter section w/ Tess (tessellie centric fic)

Not a violent dog (Tess lives, Ellie pov)

Jackson au crack fic

Endure and survive (whumptober 2023) (you can ask for the rest of the days anyway)

Jackson au series part 3

From the rest of the tessjoel week

yes I'm doing in 2025:

If you rewrite your life, may I still play a part?

In winter, I collapse

Twin flame

The wound is still fresh and there are wolves at the door

High and Dry

nobody's son ; nobody's daughter

From my multichapters:

Halloween fic part 2 (modern day, Sarah pov)

Star Sign Twins

Liquid Smooth

[possamble]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.

Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.

Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.

That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.

Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.

And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.

Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.

I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.

I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...

Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.

[whyeverr]

Come morning, one of your souls will have been reaped. So I'd pop on an eye mask, if I were you... It's going to be a long, sleepless night.

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

winter weather advisory warnings x generalized travel anxiety is a killer combo

[tricos-here]

i'll clean this up one day but until then. she 💜

[lauronk]

For the WIP game, may I ask about Stabby??

I do love when our fave characters get that way 🔪🔪

hi! sorry for the delayed answer, i completely missed the notification!

i ALSO love when our fave characters get a lil 🔪🔪🔪, it keeps things interesting.

stabby (working title) is set in jackson, planned to be 2-3 parts but we'll see, where joel is out on patrol and someone in town has a mental break and stabs ellie heh

ask me about my wips

[renegadeknight]

new year, new wip asks

I am a little behind on some asks in by inbox already so I figure this is the perfect time to ask for more. I love the idea of doing this at the beginning of the year and then again at the end of the year to see how much I didn't get got done!

the rules: list all your wips (or as many as you feel comfortable sharing), and open your ask box for people to inquire! share the ideas you had, any plans for it, a snip if you're feeling generous! whatever makes your lil heart happy.

If you have sent/send me something new rest assured I will answer it over the weekend or next week! 💙

copying @lauronk and splitting these into two categories

wips that might have snips:

bthb - shaking and shivering

bthb - caught in an explosion (limb loss fic) - answered

bthb - cave in

bthb - you're too late - answered

caught in the grey (alt meet AU) - answered

gthb - completing a to do list - answered

gthb - forgiveness

Long Way Home - answered

Safe Haven - answer from previous ask game, and another

Special Agent Servopoulos AU - answered

wips that are hanging on nothing but vibes:

Baby!Ellie AU

bthb - good intentions, bad results

bthb - infected wound - answered

bthb - bedside vigil - answered

bthb - flooding

grief comes in waves - answer from previous ask game

gthb - being inspired

gthb - art

gthb - a good night's sleep

gthb - fresh air

gthb - music

gthb - happy hour

modern AU Tessjoel

no, seriously, there were raiders

Remember Me - answer from previous ask game, and another

Sisters AU - answer from previous ask game, and another

Smuggler!Ellie - answered

Tess!Lives to Kill David - answered

Treacherous (Anna!Lives) - answer from previous ask game

whumptober: time loop - Tess

YMO Part 1 - answer from previous ask game, and another

Parent Trap

Canon divergent sisters AU

absolutely no pressure tags (lauren tagged so many people, sorry if these are duplicates): @paigegonerogue @hypnotisedfireflies @barlowstreet @sixhours @captainredspade

and @stillboldlygoing for limb loss fic mention

[sdwolfpup]

👀

This is from a fic I started this year where Tywin owns a Chuck E. Cheese-like entertainment company and sends Jaime to check out one of their franchises on Tarth.

Jaime stared into the cold, dead eyes of the lion mascot hanging over his father’s desk. He felt a familiar shudder of fear run through him. Not from the lion, which had dominated his entire life in ways he should probably see a therapist about—but from the man sitting with neatly folded hands under it, preemptively disappointed with Jaime for reasons he was about to discover.

[sushiisiu]

hey guys you should send me scollace ideas in my ask box :") im curious what people want to see more. platonic gay comics closer to canon? college? roommate domesticity? more kissy/cuddly stuff? self indulgent aus/doodles? maybe more suggestive things? negascollace? ramscollace? lmk :3

[messydepressy95]

I wanna know about the adult Ellie AU!! Btw love your stories❤️🫶🏻

‼️MENTIONS OF DRUG USE AND OVERDOSE‼️

Thank you for loving my stories 😭🖤

The adult Ellie AU ‘Living On The Edge’ is a little bit darker than some of the family oriented stuff I’ve written so far; exploring addiction and what it takes to get sober and remain sober.

Working summary: Joel and Ellie meet at an NA meeting. Joel is fifteen years sober, and Ellie is just five weeks clean. After begrudgingly becoming her sponsor, Joel finds himself stepping back into the shoes of a father for the first time in twenty years.

I only have a baby snippet for this one, so I’m sorry for the crumbs.

—

Clear her airway, get her on her side, and find the fucking Narcan.

He can do that.

There has been two doses of the stuff living in his glove box since he’d found Jerry mid-overdose in the rank basement of the church that hosts their narcotics anonymous meetings.

They were a precaution he’d hoped to never need, especially for her.

Curving two fingers and scooping vomit away from the back of her throat, hoping to god that she hadn’t had the chance to aspirate any of it, he gets her breathing unobstructed the best he can, while rolling her over.

She needs the Naloxone, but he’s terrified that if he leaves her, she’ll be gone by the time he gets back.

The options he has are shit.

“Listen to me baby; you are not to go anywhere while I’m gone, you hear me? I am gonna get you help, but you gotta be here when I get back.” She’s still shaking and twitching, eyes rolled back as bile and spit ooze from the corner of her mouth.

He should’ve fucking been here.

Slipping his jacket off and balling it up as a support behind her back in hopes to keep her from rolling back over, he’s off of his creaking knees and stumbling to his feet as quick as he can, nearly taking the storm door off the front of his house as he barrels back toward his truck.

She’d been doing so good lately; how the hell had they’d gotten here?

Breaking the lock on his glove department after the key gets jammed, he’s tearing into the box of Narcan and ripping out the lifesaving nasal spray as he runs.

Losing Ellie, can’t happen like this.

It can’t happen ever.

-

🫣

Adult is also like, very loose. Ellie’s seventeen at the start of this, and turns eighteen not long after meeting Joel.

That’s just a baby in my head.

Let me know if you’re interested in anything else! And thanks for the ask!

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

my askbox is filled to the brim with kotlc art asks, you guys should switch it up on me and fill it with gravity falls art asks that i can get to if i ever get The Motivation

[seethesunny]

Crack fic!! - @adhdprincess

Ask me about my wips!

Hi friend and thank you soooo so much for asking + sorry it took so long 🥹

The most basic explanation for this is: accidental baby acquisition.

I had this idea around of Ellie turning into a baby somehow and Tess and Joel find her like that, mistaking her for a random baby dropped in the garage/her place. Anyway they soon realize that's really Ellie and wonder if she's trapped IN a baby body OR she's legit a baby and well, she's just a wailing tiny baby who needs them.

This was pure Crack but I've let it marinate a bit and I took it seriously, so borrowing an OC — @clairenovaking Jackson doctor Nina, she's the one they immediately go visit to see if she's okay and if there's something she can do. It's immunity related in a sense because it seems like somehow, Ellie's body went back to get the cordyceps rid of it and it aged her down.

They get to Maria because someone has to have baby things and she's like the major of the city so. They knock on her door with a baby less than a year old and she's so confused. Tess is panicking because she doesn't deal with kids and Joel is just dad. They're trying.

This is also the period where Ellie has kind of strayed far from them/hinting their estrangement so having her back around being a baby who is dependent on them gives them major whiplash.

Behold, a snippet:

There was a blue onesie with white clouds resembling cotton that she rested her flat palm on, a tiny thing, and in her hold Ellie reached for her chin, giggling as she did so. 

Joel remained near them, his hands folded and his expression stern, calculating. Ready to intervene if needed. Back when they had to smuggle the girl, Tess had been the one to guide her and instruct her on what to do, but now… 

“Easy there.” Told her Tess, running a finger across the next one, a popsicle printed in the front and it was better than the diaper Joel had put on Ellie (nagging Tess about how she ought to learn this, too), so she opted for that one. 

Joel was hovering over them and her eyes flicked to him, rubbing Ellie’s chubby arm while she cooed and showed she wasn’t upset anymore. She dreaded the time she would get hungry. However, Maria had offered them a crate of milk to feed her, and that had to be enough. 

“What?” She told him, irritated, and Ellie tugged at a strand of hair, she hissed. “Ow- hey! Why don’t you hold her?”

Something seemed to flash in his eyes, for he stroked his beard, and shook his head. “I'll pass.” 

Looking down at the infant, Tess sighed inwardly and motioned for the bed, the little clothing attire laid out there as Ellie reached for her again where she was on her back. She pouted, green eyes glassy, and Tess rubbed her round tummy while she shushed her. “Don’t cry, Ellie. You can’t be outside in a diaper.” 

Joel was looking over her shoulder, and she tensed. “Do you mind?” 

It was his turn to look at her puzzled. “What did I do?” 

“You're actin’ like a damn papa bear calm down, okay?” She hissed at him, taking a breath. “If I need your help, I'll let you know.”

Joel recoiled, knowing she was right, but they had never been around a baby in a long time and even to him getting used to his would take practice. It wasn't wise to argue with Tess. He left her to be. 

“Yes ma’am.” Agreeing, Joel did, and settled at the edge of the bed while Tess was oddly careful, delicate as she helped Ellie to dress up even if she fussed and whined, annoyed at not being held. 

“There.” Tess remarked triumphant, buttoning the last one and tickling Ellie under her chin with her pointer finger to receive a gummy smile from her. “As easy as pie, Texas.” 

The little hands were up again, and Tess was quick to lift her into her arms, rocking her. “So much noise for a little thing.” 

“Yeah,” Joel rubbed her little head, “she's like you.”

She promptly kicked him on the leg. He jolted, hissing. “What was that for?” 

“You got what you deserve.” 

[lulu2992]

Ask meme!

@simplegenius042 tagged me for WIP Wednesday! Thanks :)

I’m not working on any fandom-related art right now and rarely write fanfiction, but I do have nine (or fifteen, depending on how you count them) finished drawings I have yet to post, so here are little “teasers” for them:

Eight of these were drawn between March and July this year, and the ninth one is from October last year (but I want to post it on a specific date).

Seven are related to Far Cry 5. Among these, two are from ��that fic I’ll never write” and four belong to the “I don’t know, I just felt like drawing this” category.

The last two are related to other works of fiction, and I hope I’ll find the “right” time to post them someday :’)

[vanmarkus]

WIP Tag Game 🎡

rules: make a new post with 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 or tell them something about it!

okay, so as some of you may know I tend to have anywhere between 10-25 wips at any given time, but I'm just gonna drop a few here and see if anyone wants to hear about some of them:

• when things go south (and then souther) 🩹 [bucktommy] • no hands 💦 [bucktommy] • a love like dirty dishes 🫧 [bucktommy] • alt meeting au 🩺 [bucktommy] • insta eddie 📸 [buddie] • our house 🕯️ [buddie] • crutches 🩼 [buddie] • screaming universe 🌟 [buddie]

✨I have been tagged by and am totally no pressure tagging the ever so lovely @queerdiazs @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @likegoldintheair @exhuastedpigeon @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck and anyone else who feels like sharing mwah 💛

[eclairfair98]

“I lost my father to a war, Tom,” he whispers, heat pressing down on his shoulders, burning the inside of his ribs, slamming into the pit of his roiling stomach. “I know flying’s dangerous. Better than most people, I’d think.”

And he sees it then. The purple sun rising across the horizon. Its faint light glancing across the slope of Dad’s brow, catching in his close-cropped hair, bouncing off his wide grin. Sees Dad’s face every time he got a perfect score on a test. Won a prize at the science fair. Outran every single one of his classmates.

Sees the warmth of pride, of happiness that lit up his eyes. Made them shine. Made Pete think that he could shine, too.

“Why do you want to be a naval aviator?”

Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand and touches Tom’s cool cheek. Brushes his fingertips down the slope of his strong jaw, wishing he could banish the stress from his expression.

Tom’s hands still, then crumple into tight fists as his eyes harden into pools of ice.

“I want to serve my country. Be a part of something bigger than myself. Honor my family—” Tom says, and that’s it, isn’t it? It’s that simple.

“Then why is it that I can’t do the same for my country? For my family?” he interrupts, knowing that Tom has to see reason now. That it’s all so very simple when you put your mind to it. “Don’t you see, Tom? If my father was here today. If he was alive… he would’ve been so proud of me.”

Pete hastily wipes the wetness rolling down his cheeks. Tastes the saltwater on his lips.

If he was here today. If Dad was alive. I wouldn’t even be here.

There’s stars dancing in front of his eyes, and he can make out each individual pin-prick of light. A dazzling, blistering white. Like Magnesium burning in the air with a brilliant, luminous flame.

Tom’s silent for several seconds, his eyes dark, almost black in the dim light of their bedroom. “I think if your father was here today, he wouldn’t want his only child to fly in active combat. To risk getting shot down, or captured, or killed.”

The rings on his left hand feel a lot heavier than they did an hour ago, like they weigh a thousand tons each. Like they’re rusted metal chains shackling him to the cold, lifeless ground.

“You keep talking as though we’re actually at war,” Pete says. You’ve no idea what Dad would’ve wanted for me, Pete thinks. You didn’t know him. You don’t even know me. Not really. “The Cold War’s practically over.”

“I guess we should write Brezhnev, then. Wonder how long it’ll take them to tear down the Iron Curtain now that you’ve declared the War’s over.” Tom deadpans, his voice flatter than Pete’s ever heard it. Unwavering gaze flickering down to his belly before settling on his tear-stained face. “You know this isn’t just about the Cold War, Pete. As long as we’ve had history, there has been combat. We aren’t going to enter an era of world peace just because our military has started commissioning omegas.”

“You’re being a hypocrite. You do realize that, don’t you?” Nausea burns the pit of his stomach. Punishing and hot. His chest aches like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to it, ragged breaths rapidly burning his insides. “You stand there and talk about the dangers and unpredictability of war when you’re fully prepared to serve in one, if and when duty calls. I’m supposed to live with the knowledge of not knowing when you might be sent off to combat. Deal with it as a part and parcel of my life. But God forbid, I ask you to do the same for me—”

“I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you that alphas and omegas would be taking on a very different set of risks going into active combat duty,” Tom bites out. His expression’s a mask but Pete can see the carefully-restrained fear in his eyes. An emotion so out of place on Tom’s face, it almost stuns him speechless. “Say you get shot down over enemy lines one day. Say you don’t go out in a blaze of glory as you might imagine… What then, Pete? Do you know what the prisoners of war lived through at Hanoi? Do you have any idea how bad it got for them? Imagine how much worse it could get for an omega…”

“What are you saying?”

Pain sparks through the base of his skull, making him drop his head down and press his clammy fingers to his brow. It feels as though he’s slowly being ground into dust. These days, it always feels that way.

How much worse could it get?

“Please, don’t make me spell it out for you,” Tom whispers, somehow instinctively knowing that Pete doesn’t understand. That he hasn’t thought about getting shot down. About getting captured. Getting killed.

“Everyone’s gotta die someday, right?” His throat hurts from the effort it takes not to cry. He closes his eyes. Thinks about his life. The seemingly endless hours spent at home alone. Doing laundry. Washing dishes. Dusting shelves. Throwing up until he’s sobbing from the relentless pain in his head. Thinks about the second line on his test. Bright pink and impossible to ignore.

About how maybe, there are worse things than death. Than being eighteen and feeling like your life’s over already. Than not being where you want to be.

Even if it doesn’t feel that way.

“I could die five months from now. Or in five years. Or fifty. That’s not upto me, Tom. Some things are just… out of our control. But what I can do is make my life matter. Make it worth something. I want to learn. I want to grow…”

I want all of the same things you do.

“And I want all of those things for you. I want you to study. I don’t care about how much it costs us, as long as you get to learn. I want to do things your way. When we got married, I promised myself we’d do everything your way—” Tom pauses for a moment. Weighs what he’s about to say next. Seems like he doesn’t want to say it but soldiers on anyway, jaw set in a tense line. “But you need to stop chasing ghosts, Pete.”

Something cold and heavy swoops up from Pete’s belly. Settles on his chest. Presses hard against his ribs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The heavy feeling worsens. Squeezes his lungs. Sharp and unkind. Almost like he’s cracked a rib.

“I think you do.” Tom’s mouth twitches, and he looks away. Runs a hand across his tired face, looking much older than his twenty-one years. His Annapolis ring glints a caustic blue in the dim light. A potent reminder of all the things in the world that just aren’t meant for Pete. “You don’t need to join the Navy to make your life matter. You don’t need to seek validation in what you think your father would’ve wanted for you—”

“Fuck you.” His stomach wrenches and he presses his hands over his abdomen, struggling not to vomit. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s angry. To recognize the raw, painful thing lurking under his sternum. To give it a name. Tom takes a step towards him, concern flickering across his face, bleeding into his ice-cold eyes. And Pete leans away. Lets the tepid air rush in between them. “Fuck you, Tom.”

Because that’s his father. That’s his life. His dreams Tom’s talking about so callously. Dismissing like Pete’s just a lost little child who doesn’t know right from wrong. Doesn’t know what he wants. Who doesn’t know himself.

“Yeah, fuck me.” Tom sucks in a breath. His next exhale a little bit sharper. A lot less steady. He stares down at Pete’s bloodless fingers still clutching the flat of his belly, before looking up and meeting his eyes. Wistful and angry and resigned. “But that’s how we got ourselves into this situation. Didn’t we, Pete?”