#preetsramblings

[lizhly-writes]

Sfw30 for the wip!!!

here we are!!!

“Well, see you next week,” says Lee Joonghyuk.  “Don’t forget to bring the book.”

“See you next week?” Kim Dokja echoes confusedly.  “What do you mean, see you next week–”

Kim Dokja sees him next week.

It turns out that Lee Sookyung had wrangled an invitation from her brother to come visit, which is why they get to stand just outside of Lee Joonghyuk’s apartment, bright and early.   

“I suppose she wants to see that I’m staying alive,” Lee Joonghyuk had mused over the phone.  “I wonder how old she thinks I am.  I’m hardly younger than she is, it isn’t as if I’ve never lived alone before.”

Kim Dokja repeated this sentiment to Lee Sookyung.  Lee Sookyung snorted.  “As far as I’m concerned, he’s nine.”

“Same age as me,” Kim Dokja said.

“Yes,” Lee Sokyung said, corner of her mouth turned up.

[preetkiran1016]

can I get some ds/spn for WIP Wednesday?

of course you may!!!!

The drive back to the bunker’s drenched in silence. Sam won’t meet his eyes, and each hour that ticks down’s a reminder. A warning. 

One person every 12 hours. 

The route from Prosperity to the Bunker, when he’s following traffic rules (which– he never does, let’s be honest) takes about 11 hours. When he puts pedal to metal, Baby makes the stretch in 9.

Still not enough. Never enough time. 

Sam glares at him when he pulls into a random drive through, but not everyone can self-sustain on pure spite and anger. A few burgers to fight the never ending dread never hurts. 

[preetsramblings]

Can I have some "you’re not supposed to say it’s name! What are you! An idiot??" for WIP Wednesday?

of course!!!!

“Is that–” Sam starts, arms dropping to his sides, safety already re-latched on his revolver.

“A Ghost dog?!” Dean snorts, scrambling to his feet as the dumb shit danced at his feet. “Apparently!” 

“Didn’t know dogs could be ghosts.”

The dog grumbles, like it had any right to be offended. 

“Oh shut up.” 

[kalira]

#47 hard for the wip!!!!

Kei purred, fingers curling around Sho’s hip, his own hips rolling, snugged tight to Sho’s ass. He . . . was not going to last long like this, Kei realised distantly; Sho’s blood on his tongue, the fierce joy of Sho not only offering his neck but revelling in Kei’s fangs. . . It was blindingly blissful and overwhelming.

[sinnabee]

Magician au for the wip!!!!

Bev laughed and scooped up another box in the living room, with much less struggle than Rowan herself had. Rowan ignored the small twinge of jealously that tried to take root, and tilted her box for Bev to see the label when her friend started trying to crane her neck over to see. “Oooh, I’m so good at guessing, I got a bedroom box too. We’re off! Lead the way, captain.”

Rowan rolled her eyes but obediently turned towards the stairs rather than the hall. It was a cute little townhome she’d been set up with, this time. There was a second bedroom on the second floor, and honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with all the space.

[planeoftheeclectic]

Tfp for the wip!!!!

"Do you use him in your performances?"

"Yeah, both of them. But Mr. Coo missed his cue on Thursday, and he's barely been breathing ever since." Trucy bit her lip and turned her attention to Vongole's ears. "Mrs. Coo's been really worried about him too, so I had her sit out yesterday. I just..." she trailed off as Vongole gently nosed her face.

[aparticularbandit]

Proficient attempt 2 for the wip!!

WIP Wednesday Game

LATE REPLY FROM LAST WEEK IS LATE SO SORRY

Eve’s cheeks grow a bright red; she knows because she can feel the heat of the flush that crosses them; and when Jane turns to her with one brow raised, she mutters something unintelligible under her breath.  Very intentionally unintelligible because most of it is a stuttering mess of words and unfinished sentences that she couldn’t have put into something comprehendible if she wanted.  She only knows that she’s upset.  Hurt, even.  She can point her finger on why, but she doesn’t think Agatha meant to cause her to feel that way, which makes it worse, almost.

[formosusiniquis]

Fake dating for the wip!

Happy Wednesday! Here's some fake dating

WIP Wednesday | Make Me Write

“No, Robin is helping with band this week, remember? She said she’d stop by for dinner this weekend.”

“I just wish you’d said someone was coming over, I’m not dressed for company.”

Steve rolls his eyes, nudging Eddie with an elbow. Including him in a joke that he suspects he’s not in the right tax bracket to really enjoy. “Christ, Mom, it’s not company. It’s just Eddie.”

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Snapshot three again plz!!

Here you go, thank you for sending in!!

“You're not allowed to die. I'm supposed to have you always. I am your queen.” Hela reiterates. “I am your goddess, and I've chosen you as my wife. Asgardians bond for life, and I know you know that, you asshole.”

It's not entirely true that Asgardians bond for life, but Hela has always romanticized the idea, despite all her sharp edges.

She is a fighter, not a lover, and yet, when it comes to Agatha…

[esmeraldablazingsky]

Wip game!!!! Birds of a feather plz?

Xiao had never considered himself a savior. As long as he could remember, he had willingly steeped his body and soul in sin, leaving the delicate work of lifting others from the dark to people far more suited to it. And yet, as he knelt before Tadhla, he recalled Morax’s actions of millennia past.

[mad-madam-m]

Untitled good omens for the wip!!

WIP Wednesday

Under the cut for season 2 spoilers

Right. Crowley remembered what he'd seen in Gabriel's file. They were trying to start the end of the world for a second time. "It's going to be a while before you can do the dance."

[preetkiran1016]

Hello, Preet! I hope you're doing well! How about Ghost Dief for wip Wednesday if you're feeling up to it?

of course!!!!! and thank you- im doing better, half the months insanity has passed! so now i feel a little more relaxed

Two months, and nothing feels right. 

Ray’s lost a pet before. Had his own dog put down, unable to watch the little guy suffer a slow death. 

This is different. 

This… this grief that drowns the cabin in thick, choking silence– the forgotten morning routines half-started before realization set in, Ben’s face falling at uneaten kibble and steak in his old friend's bowl. Ray waking up at 3 am, ready to take Dief out– and remembering–

[preetsramblings]

preet why are you always on here anyway 3 8 and 14 pick any fandom you and I are currently in

I'm a gremlin 😆 but in all honesty I'm in that weird phase of 'my job has too much free time' and 'trying to get into my actual field of work and doing board exams', to the point that most my day is spent twiddling my thumbs if I'm not studying. So that's why I'm always online right now

3- I didn't screenshot it then- but I think the worst can be summed up as 'Garth was useless and weird and should've been killed off ages ago.' Which. No!!!! Garth was the pure sunshine that gave us hope!!!! He got a happy ending!!! And that's how it should be!

8- ok- supernatural common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

Jack isn't a destiel baby. He isn't a sastiel kid either. He has an angry uncle dean who wants him dead half the time, and a nicer but still limp noodle spine uncle Sam who tries to teach him, but was more interested in using his powers to find mary. And then he has cas, who tries to be a good dad but- he's an absent dad at best. NEGLEGENT at worst- though I doubt jack told him how dean treated him while cas was dead, so it's not like he *knows*.

So, what I mean to say, is Jack has his mom, and he has cas. The rest? Well.... we saw how that panned out

I have a lot more on that, but it'll turn into a rant and we don't have time for that 😅

14- trope i see in fanfic all the time. well this varies SO MUCH. But for due South I gotta go with mutual unrequited requited pining. Both characters? Pining for each other and not realizing the other person is ALSO PINING? And both of them circling the issue like a giant neon elephant? Hell yes.

[kalira]

Turn it up for the wip!!!

He shivered, biting his lip to try and hold back the thin whimper catching in his throat. Kei bent close, nuzzling his hip and nipping gently, then rubbing his cheek there, breathing deeply. Sho remembered Kei telling him he smelled better than anyone else in the world and felt himself flushing.

[planeoftheeclectic]

Tfp for the wip!!!

Klavier took a step towards the leash by the door before he slipped on a magazine half hidden beneath the couch. "Huere--!"

"Easy there, sir!" Columbo managed to steady him before he tripped over the dogs. "You alright?"

[aparticularbandit]

The thrall of magic for the wip

WIP Wednesday Game

Definitely! For sure!

And Tinker Bell is a fairy, not a witch, Agatha thinks but doesn’t say.  “I know a lot of better stories, dear,” she says instead.  “Stories about good witches and good magic, real stories, with real people in them.”

Emily’s brow furrows.  “You…you mean like Santa?” she asks finally.  “I already know about him.  And Mrs. Claus.  And the elves.”  She crosses her arms and meets Agatha’s eyes.  “There’s not any other good ones.”

“Agnes here is a good witch,” Sarah says, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders again, “so I’m sure there must be others, too.”

Internally, Agatha flinches at the comment – at the idea that she could be a good witch.  At the idea that she could be considered good at all.  Not after what she’d done to her coven, to her mother.  Not after what she’d used the Darkhold to do to magic itself. She isn’t good.  Not by a long shot.

And surely, if Sarah knew that, she wouldn’t use that word to describe her.