#unfinished wips and reads

[kk1smet]

food for thought this friday: international quidditch star/captain/seeker hjp ;)

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[slayerdurge]

Durgetash Fic Concept: A Durge that has no interest whatsoever in resisting the urge, that loves killing and longs to reshape the world into endless piles of corpses in their father's name, watches Gortash die in front of them and instantly decides that they'd fight Bhaal naked with only their teeth and claws if that was what it took to get him back. Then recognizes that what they actually need in order to get him back is something perhaps even more frightening—leverage over Bane.

So they resist Bhaal, resist the Emperor, resist anyone else who dares get in their way, and claim the Netherbrain for themselves, then... they make an offer to Bane (as spoken to through the remains of the only life that ever actually mattered). They'll unleash the army of Baldur's Gate in his name... on one condition.

Bane already knows what that condition is, of course. He's amused, primarily. He knows he's already won, that Durge's desire for power makes him stronger whether they actively help him or not, that their desire for Gortash makes them weaker and gives him a way to control them whether Durge acknowledges it or not. So he agrees.

Gortash comes back to a world where Durge is Bane's Chosen and master of the Netherbrain, where they've achieved everything that he failed to. His soul may not have spent long suffering at Bane's hand, but it was long enough to mar it. He doesn't understand why they brought him back. He failed, he'd shown that he's not Durge's equal. He says that Durge should send him back to Bane.

Durge looks at him with eyes that are somehow both disappointed and eager. Doesn't he see? He's not Durge's equal. Bane gifted him to them. He's not going anywhere. He'll sit on the throne beside them if they tell him to. Durge will drag him kicking and screaming back to their shared kingdom if they have to.

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Yue Qingyuan and Shang Qinghua

Sqh looking at yqy’s pitfjul self being like

“I’m so sorry my son :,(“

—

“Zhangmen—shixiong?”

Yue Qingyuan jolts at the quiet voice, ah there—there was someone here, he should be more aware, stupid idiot…

He doesn’t turn around, simply just taking a deep breath and wiping his face, coughing away and deep emotions still tethered to his lungs, “Ah, Ahem, Forgive this one for improper behaviour. What… What brings you to this one’s office…”

Finally, he turns around to see the short peak lord carrying around a bunch of scrolls, a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Shang-shidi,” he smiles, “Thank you for submitting the paperwork quite early.”

“Haha.. I’m not like Liu-shidi. But… are you okay shixiong?”

His grip on

[youremyonlyhope]

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.

[flashypunches]

hi readers of my fics!! if you've ever read any of these, I would like to know what fic you want an update to the most because I'm sorry for my indecisiveness </3

the concepts of each fic are below btw. these are the fics which I'm sure could be continued on with their storyline. I never realized that people don't know who I am on ao3 because I'm so used to being scared about people online stalking me and bringing up things I've said years prior! weird

i fear a corpse (but you worship a whale-fall): toxic mavbo meet each other much earlier. basically "take me to war (oh honey, I dare you)" but more canon elements. meant to have future family drama. emf and the evil champion are brothers

when orpheus looked back: evbo being parasocial about seawatt and being a little freak on the noob and pro layer. maybe a retelling of parkour civilization but more twisted???

a caricature of me is just a description of you: I'm going to be honest, I don't have anything left. why did I add emf's pov. I have nothing left to say but seavbo cannibalism is all there is to this. also seawatt experiencing the immigrant son disappointment.

picky eater (stop your whining): I'm not talking about this. dovalore forgive me for my recent lack of worms. noob cannibalism and toxic mavbo and evbo being my butterfly that I pinup with needles on a cork-board for 9600 words. I have so much I could say about this fic's story but I have no motivation to actually writing it out </3

he is in need of a knife, to truly love his baby brother: xolt3's amazing hc is ruining my life!!!!!!!!! <<<333 emf being dysfunctional and guilty over being born for 5,000 words.

memory is what mortifies me and mortalizes you: my SOLARBALLS readers FORGIVE ME!!!!!1 I'm so sorry for my abandonment!!!! <<///333 I don't have anything left for this but Luna being manipulative and Earth and theia being freaks about each other and the idea of having life. first fanfic. started off as fanfic as "forgotten past" I do have the chapters all written out but they all need to be HEAVILY edited to fit with the current concept...

rejection is a weapon, and one you do inflict: fun concept, fun relationships, fun writing tactics, but unfortunately, I do not like the dcxdp fandom as much anymore </3 i have lost all of my passion for this in favor of parkour civilization

[penn-dragon]

Hey, on the topic of my own fic writing, I’ve got a question for my followers/fic readers.

I have a tendency to never post any of my writing, because my various unmedicated (I’m working on it) neurodivergences and mental illnesses make it very hard for me to ever finish pieces, and I feel really bad about starting a fic that someone could be really into and then potentially never finishing it when my brain suddenly decides I’m not allowed to write any more of it. So a long time ago I made it a rule for myself that I never post anything until it’s 100% finished, even if I have like multiple chapter that are perfectly ready to be published. Which ultimately leads to me never posting anything and sitting on a hoard of writing that only myself and select friends ever see.

So my question is, it more upsetting to read part of a story that might never get finished? Or to know that there’s writing out there that you don’t get to read just because it’s not finished?

[ckbookish]

… I think I just finished DOS.

[kalied0skull]

they are on a bench ...

I'm not sure i wanted to finish this one, to be honest — but who knows, maybe I'll be in the mood later :3c

[creampuffqueen]

i feel like i live such a fundamentally different life to people who refuse to read unfinished fics

like genuinely i don’t even bother to check if a fic is finished or not before clicking on it. it doesn’t matter to me whatsoever. if it���s good and i want to keep up with it i’ll bookmark it

like wydm you would rather read a completed fic that’s ooc or a completed fic with no punctuation whatsoever so long as it’s finished??? i cannot comprehend that line of thinking

[greeneyeofenvy]

Lucinda Anderson: at home bc I can’t deaw the dorm rooms for my life

I might tweak the background later this week, but for now u have her room. A few hcs I have for her (or are they cannon bc she’s my oc?):

-she’d love to decorate her room but is barely home enough to do it (but she has a wall full of posters) -Her room od way more messy than this, she just pushed everything aside for the picture -Her hair IS natural, for SOME reason her and her sister were born with blonde in their hair. (No reason, yet.) -The Venus Flytraps on her jacket are symbolism, bc I’m choosing plants to represent all the charatcers (I have to put my plant phase to use yk?). The flytrap means Persistence, bc she’s a persistent bitch. -She has a lot of little scars and bruises from being reckless (might’ve froggotne to add them, this is NOT THE FINAL VERSION OF HER)

[non-un-topo]

I realize I've been so flaky with responding to asks, finishing my drawings or fics I promised, etc. I've kind of been drifting in and out of tumblr without interacting much. Real life just finally started, and I need to build up a ton of motivation and find time before I can work on a fandom project. Just wanted to say that I'm still here and still working on stuff, just slowly.

[marmolita]

is there anything worse than opening up a fic that's labeled as like 7/7 chapters on AO3, and then five chapters in you're like, how is this going to wrap up in two chapters? and you go check the tags again but it's not tagged as unfinished or anything and it definitely says 7/7, so you continue reading

and then chapter 7 is just a page saying "yeah I'm never gonna finish this fic sorry"

[platoapproved]

I don't know what the etiquette for this is, exactly, but I can't NOT recommend this fanfic now that I've read it. It's Armand/Daniel but delightfully Daniel/Louis as well, set post season 2, centered on Daniel going to Louis for .... specific relationship advice. Let's put it like that.

There's so much to love here but I don't want to spoil any more, go treat yourself!

[elvisqueso]

oh We Had It Good in Ba Sing Se !!!????? !?

sdkghjkadjg wELL this is actually inspired by another fic I read on Ao3 called It Must Follow, As Night the Day by catie_writes_things. The basic premise is that Zuko and Katara have been living as a family in Ba Sing Se for years, having been brainwashed by the Dai Li to believe they are just two refugees named Li and Kara.

That fic hasn't been updated in a few years, but its premise has been sitting in my brain so hard that I have a bunch of highly self-indulgent "sketches" for myself just floating in my computer. I'm not really active in the ATLA fandom (I mostly just lurk) so I have a small hoard of various personal WIPs/ficlets this way.

Below the cut's a snip of We Had It Good in Ba Sing Se:

Neither of them remember much of their lives before Ba Sing Se. Few refugees do, in fact. And if you went to the government doctors they would assure you that the loss of such traumatic memories as whatever came before Ba Sing Se was normal. Expected. "Your mind is protecting itself from the horrors that came before," they'd say. Most everyone accepted this explanation. Li, however, felt the aching gap in his memory like a death knell, like something in his past was warning him, trying to prepare him for something he couldn't imagine. Kara's memories, too, were fractured down to impressions of a lost family and great expanses of snow and ice.

But their instincts couldn't be forgotten, and Li often reminded Kara that they should trust these hunches and primal alarms because they must have developed for a REASON. It was instinct that brought them together, and it was instinct that told them the bender registry was a dangerous, dangerous system.

To use any bending other than earth within the walls, one must have the proper paperwork. And then, to move between the walls, one must have their resident papers as well. And then, to maintain a residence or a job or their right to ration tickets they must have their bending and residence and ration-status papers and all manner of papers that say 'yes, I am allowed by the grace of the Dai Li to do anything at all.'

And sometimes, the papers aren't enough, if the enforcer or higher-caste member decides they don't like you.

Li finds a lot of these people don't like him.

He knows, from seeing his neighbors and hearing from gossip in the markets, that the Dai Li will arrest you for anything. Perhaps even only as a reminder that they can. Oh, you may return home after a day or a week. You may not return for months, having been left in one of their underground prisons until you've wept and plead innocent to their satisfaction. But there seemed to be little rhyme or reason: sometimes they would round up people in droves by occupation or even seemingly by the color of the hair or eyes. Firebenders (of which there were a few) were often snatched up. Whispers which could be taken as discontent with the regime were also grounds for detention. The people walked the streets carefully and with fear, but oh they had nothing to fear from the OUTSIDE.

And it's as he's leaving the registry office, having been made to register his 5 year old daughter as a firebender for her protection and, ultimately, her oppression, he begins to think about how he will get his family out of Ba Sing Se.

[good--merits-accumulated]

i fear i am endlessly predictable (writing new dps au which is once again fantasy with Arthurian elements)