#this was wip 2 for all who voted in that poll btw

[lilmissnatcat24]

never in a million years will you guess what color shepard's eyes are (regency au)

“What’s your favorite color?” she blurted out, stopping suddenly. 

Garrus stopped with her, midstride, his foot balancing comically above the pavement. She wished that in that moment, some Citadel defense laser would take pity on her and obliterate her into dust. The redness on her ears traveled down her face and to her neck, leaving behind splotches. 

“My favorite color?” he repeated, aghast, as if she had grown a second head. 

“I’m sorry,” she fumbled. “I… I meant to get to know you better. Seeing as we are to be partnered for the next few months, I figured we should not be relegated as total strangers. But then every question I could think to ask was either incredibly personal or nearly offensive, and this was…” 

“The safest option?” he finished for her. She could not tell what turian facial expressions meant. He could be smiling or grimacing or cringing, and she would be none the wiser. Although, there was a bit of humor to his voice that alleviated her concerns, if only slightly. “And here, I thought I was the one who was bad with words.” 

“You mock me,” she grumbled, clasping her hands together as she began walking again, this time with a much quicker pace. 

Garrus followed quickly behind her. And behind the two of them, she heard the familiar footsteps of Kelly as her chaperone, and a turian woman with half of her face tattooed in all red as Garrus’s. She expected them to return to her silence, and was pleasantly surprised when he initiated back the conversation. 

“I see the time for crippling self doubt has crashed upon you, Miss Shepard,” he said conversationally. “Tell me, how little sleep have you gotten since my last visit?” 

“None whatsoever,” she replied bitterly. “I fear I have made the worst mistake of my life accepting your proposal.” 

“Well, doesn’t that inspire heaps of confidence?” 

“How could you be so aloof?” she asked, turning her head to face him as they turned a corner. He stared ahead, almost as if determined not to look at her. Lord Vakarian held himself with almost an austere air, as if he were constantly posing for a sculptor to chisel his likeness into marble. “You asked for my hand in marriage. I accepted that hand! And then you shall flee from it all, as if none of it had ever happened in the first place. Yet you stand here, cool and composed. How is that possible?” 

“We are walking, not standing.” 

“My Lord--” 

“Trust me, Miss Shepard,” Garrus said. “My bout of panicked thoughts and nighttime sweats have passed. You should have seen me before I included you into my plans. Much was contingent upon you accepting my proposal, and not throwing me out on your stoop in disgrace.” 

“You have me at quite the disadvantage, then,” she grunted.

She knew it was foolish to feel such a way, but she was angry at Lord Vakarian. At the very least, if he came to their first date in a similar manner of alarm, then she would at least feel the camaraderie between the two. A partnership that he himself promised her. Now, she felt like the butt of a horrible joke, the pawn in the great schemes that she had no power nor control over. It was infuriating-- and so the only person to take it out on with any sort of satisfaction was Garrus.  

“Green,” he said after some time. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“You asked for my favorite color,” he said. “And although I have chided you-- which was undoubtedly a fun experience for me, I promise-- I do agree with your sentiment. It would be wise if we knew each other better. So that is my answer to your question.” 

“Green, as in… grass?” Shepard asked. 

“Green as in a sprig of peppermint.” 

“Do you like peppermint, then?” 

Garrus hesitated for some odd reason. He dared a glance down at her, as if afraid to get caught. His eyes met hers, and for reasons she could neither quantify nor qualify, she felt a jolt in the pits of her stomach, as if the Citadel’s gravity lurched for a moment. The redness was back in her ears, burning so hot they nearly singed her hair. 

“Not particularly,” he replied, fixing his eyes straight ahead once more. 

[mangonatural]

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Thank you for the tag, @angelcasendgame!!!!! I am not sure I will be able to work on anything very soon just because life came after me again, and turns out I'm gonna be moving over the next month or so, but I really do hope I can find time!!

None of these have names yet lol. I put the SPN ones first, but technically I've been trying to break my writer's block by returning to The Great Gatsby (It's all Nick/Gatsby btw, just realized that might not be immediately evident) with limited success. It's always come easier for me. But all of this is stuff I do actively want to work on.

Ohh I don't know who to tag. I'm sure everyone in this circle has been tagged already, and most of the people I talk to regularly enough to know about their projects have more or less left Tumblr... I do absolutely want to pass this your way though, @antique-ro-man!! (It's Wes, btw!) I also wanna tag @heyfagbutt! And then anyone else who sees this and wants to participate, I also encourage it!! This is such a cool idea :D !!

Long, rambling explanations down here ⬇⬇

I think the name is pretty explanatory? The gist of it is they go after the same guy and become pseudo-enemies but they keep bumping into each other like this and decide to work together after a while 👍 this is a really bad hook LMAO. Anyway, I'm trying to build on the idea that they work REALLY well together when they do it intentionally but fail comically when they don't.

Pretty much what it says on the tin as well. No Supernatural AU. Dean goes to a community college to get a certification to help with his work elsewhere, but Cas, a figure drawing model, catches him drawing (which Dean's been doing on and off as a hobby) and tries to get him to sign up for the arts program.

I technically only have a summary of this, and I'm not entirely sure if I will write it all out, but I do want to at least put more time into the development before I dedicate to giving up on it bc of scope lol. I just have SUCH a soft spot for fake relationship AUs. Also, I just found out that while I have FINALLY aged into independent FAFSA eligibility, I am once again tax bracketed out. Anyway, financial abuse is real and I want to project my suffering onto Dean. Also immigrant Cas, but I haven't decided where I want him to be from yet. I think this has a lot of potential for some pretty hefty character redesigns too so it's also compelling to me from that angle. I guess I could also write it for TGG, but I did initially think of it for Destiel, so.

I don't know how to explain this one very well except that I had unhelpfully written "poolboy au" in my notes and then proceeded to forget what the hell I meant. This fic was an attempt to resurrect that but ended up being a funky modern West Coast re-imagining where Gatsby can't even "make it" as much as he wants to, and Nick can't find a place to live except for a less-than-legally rented pool house. It's not meant to be a full rewrite or anything though.

Uhhh yeah, I'm keeping the details private for this one ahaha but that's just because it wasn't supposed to be a big deal and I told a friend she would see what it was when it was done...like oh god probably a month ago at this point... My original scope for this was quite small, but research for it, indecision, and a nasty case of writer's block that I've had for nearly a year now have kept development a bit slow. Hopefully, I'll finish it before the year comes to a close.

I also don't know how to explain this one well other than "after being rejected by Daisy (Canon Divergent), Gatsby attempts to buy his way into a bewildered Nick's heart. Though the fic is from Nick's POV, Gatsby's just had his worldview shattered and is in a bit of denial, but instead of pursuing Daisy harder, he channels all of that energy into Nick (though he's not really sure why he's doing it at first). I wasn't sure what to put up at the top because I absolutely don't want my code name for this public at least until it's done LMAO.