#untitled docs

[laurabenanti]

tagged by @gothprentiss and @cargopantsprentiss ❤

RULES: post the names of 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! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i am the person who sorts their WIPs by folder so... we're going that route.

how the eff did this end up being a fic

tacenda

and she haunts you

divorced detective au

no pressure tags (aka, cat doesn't know who else to tag): @maximilff, @wistfulwatcher, @agathadanbury, @ncllcraines, and all my other beloved writing friends ❤

[hauntedhowlett]

i have an idea. i open a document. i have an idea. i open a document. i have an idea. i open a document. i ha—

[wetdogblog]

I know I'm the wet dog blog but I also know you guys love kittens just as much (if not more judging by my previous post notes. Shout-out Maggie)

So here's kittens. Photos sent to me by a friend but all she said was "not mine" so I assume they're owned by a family friend or something I'm not exactly sure

[lale-txt]

started rereading Wotakoi last night (can you tell i did everything except sleeping at a reasonable time) and now the urge to write a little office worker AU romance mini series is so strong………..

[theshepherdshound]

To Don A Magnificent Crown

it's fox tiiiime babeeee

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

This story, for which there are seven parts, is dedicated to everyone affected by Hurricane Helene. It was not written because of that, but a water-based natural disaster is part of the plot. It does not focus on it, but is a story of hope. The text of section one is under the cut. I hope to post all sections before the end of the Inklings Challenge. Despite this being my third year, this is the first I've actually posted anything other than snippets, so I hope I'm doing this right. I haven't yet written more than this, but I do have an outline for the other six parts, so hopefully that will work. @inklings-challenge

One: Admonish the Sinner

First of all it must be understood that every world is connected, as every village is. Some are just further away.

This is not a story of Earth; this is a story of a world nobody bothered to name, in a village nobody called anything other than the village. But that does not make it any less beloved—by people or by God. Sometime, a long time before this story is set, someone from Earth came to this nameless world and gave them the greatest gift of all, truth: but that is another tale entirely.

The night sky of this world is strikingly different from ours. Most prominently, two moons watch the world below, and every forty-seven years or so, flooding hits the island. They call it Big Tide, for it is the pull of the two moons combined that does this. It is regular enough, and has enough warning signs, that everyone should be perfectly ready for it.

As is common in humans (and these are humans like us, though the world is different), not everyone believes the evidence laid out in the world.

This is a story of Big Tide, specifically the one of the year three thousand, two hundred and twenty by their reckoning. This is a story of Paula McArthur.

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The wattles were flowering, and it was Paula’s favourite time of year. There were several different wattles, but this was the deep gold ones she loved the best, the ones she gathered by the armful and adorned her home with. Now she only held a single sprig and enjoyed it to the full. It was too close to Big Tide to unnecessarily damage the wattle trees; they could be badly damaged by the rushing waters, and might need everything they had to survive. But one twig wasn’t going to hurt it.

The sky was a clear pale blue shot with fine clouds, a mass of them shining near the horizon with the sun gentle on them. Paula raised her face to the sunlight and closed her eyes, smiling. It was spring, and she never felt more alive than in springtime. 

She had been working all morning to prepare for Big Tide, largely transport. Her hands were tired of the precise positions needed to be held in order to hover exactly enough to transfer items in mid-air between hoverboards rather than landing to do it, which would waste time. Tide waited on no man, but Paula was skilled enough to know when she could be sloppy about hoverboarding, and enjoyed hoverboarding in a more slapdash manner than most people she knew. She had graduated earlier than most of her classmates from a controller to haptics. Tomorrow, though, she might use the controller again to make sure she was fresh enough to hover efficiently overnight during Big Tide itself. 

Presently she took out her lunch, and ate it while walking. In the distance a kookaburra laughed; Paula came to an abrupt halt as a green-blue iridescent flash clued her into the presence of a river dragon nearby. It turned and looked at her, bright blue eyes wise and calm. After a moment of silence and mutual respect, the dragon moved properly into her view and arched its sinuous back, raising its crest. Paula lifted her chin and brushed back the dark fringe to look more intimidating. The only sign the dragon gave of seeing any change was to raise its scales in a largely vain attempt to inflate its size. Abruptly it put down its scales and ran in a blaze of colour, uttering a high keening cry that faded as it retreated.

Paula turned to see who had disturbed her, smiling as she recognised the intruder. “What brings you here, Martha?”

Her friend grinned in response, lighting up her tanned sombre face. “You, actually. I came in search of you.”

Paula half gestured to herself, merrily. “Why trouble yourself?”

Martha grew serious at once. “I care about you. Aren't I allowed to?”

“Certainly, as I do.” 

Martha smiled a little incredulously. “Anyway, surely it's time to go back now?”

Paula raised a single eyebrow, then tilted her head back and assessed the position of the sun. “I guess. Why did you come to find me, Mar?”

“Oh, you know, I hardly see you now.” Her manner was evasive, which baffled Paula. “You're always out walking.”

“It's spring.” Paula waved the sprig of wattle at her. “The best time of the year. What's your favourite season?”

“Winter,” said Martha definitively. “Cold and empty and bleak.”

“Why do you like it that way?” she asked in surprise. Last time they'd talked about the seasons, she thought Martha had waxed poetic about the dying fire of autumn. 

“It's silent,” was Martha's quiet response. “Nobody bothers you.”

Paula paused to assess the time, decided they had to go back and led the way; Martha trailed her. “I thought you liked people.”

There was a short silence. “People don't tend to like me.”

“That's nonsense,” she responded immediately. Martha smiled, sad and sarcastic. 

“I don't tend to like me.”

Her calmness bothered Paula, and she sped up slightly. “Well, I do. You're fun, conversational and well read.”

“Which is why you disappear alone for hours.” She caught up and shot Paula a sidelong look, as if to say, I know your secrets. Except there were no secrets to know. 

“I like spring. It feels so alive and fresh, like all the past year's mistakes are washed away and there's new growth instead.”

“Very poetic.” Instead of amusement, Martha's tone was sour. She dodged past Paula and trotted quickstep the whole way back.

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“I don't know what I did wrong,” finished Paula, twisting her hands nervously. “She got mad and I don't know why.”

Her mother glanced hurriedly across to check the next load wasn't ready, then turned to Paula again. “When people aren't happy it can be a temptation to take it out on others, especially those who are.”

“She said she was worried, and then she just changed and didn't want to talk to me.”

“Rebecca!” The shout made her mother focus on her own work; Paula moved her hoverboard closer to her father so he could load it up. This one was three bags of flour, heavy on the back and requiring stabilisation, which Paula remained still for while her father adjusted the controls. When it was done, he gave her a thumbs up and she gestured with her gloves, rising away from the site and on the journey to higher ground. It wasn't as easy to handle the unbalanced board; she would have done a lot more, and easier, with a transport hoverboard rather than the jury-rigged family board, but it was more economical and the decree had been that fuel, not time, was of the essence, since they'd planned well in advance. Indeed, today being the day before Big Tide, they had expected to have no more transport to do apart from the people, but someone had been digging too enthusiastically in their garden and cracked an underground storage container, so all of that had to be moved. 

She was most of the way there, wind in her face, when a fast personal hoverboard raced up beside her, village elder crouched to stave off the wind. He matched her speed, then unwound and said, “I'll take over from here. Take my board and go back—we need you to persuade people to go.”

“What?” She was already moving, assessing how to swap boards without any risk of either of them tumbling into the trees below while stepping across. “Why?”

He grimaced. “Turns out there are people who haven't prepared and don't want elders coming to help. Your dad suggested you could try and help instead.”

She started to shuck the gloves, then changed her mind and pressed buttons, keying them to the elder's hoverboard instead. As ownership switched, both boards lurched violently, and Paula barely held her position. The elder was wearing magnetic boots and so didn't run the risk of falling. Once she had stabilised it, she said, “So where do I start?”

“Ask your dad when you get back.” His expression was calm and focused as he adjusted the settings to accommodate for his weight. “For now, just get going. Time is of the essence. Big Tide waits for no man.”

[cult-of-the-eye]

oh man if jonathan sims ever had access to google docs it would be the most cursed thing you've ever seen.

[jasperblion]

"Alm? Is that really you?"

His head turns, and that confirmation is all she needs. She is flying, feet barely skimming the ground. All thoughts of class, of her worries, gone as clouds in the summer.

Momentum too great to stop, she laughs and finds his arms around her. A tangle of limbs, she spins, once, twice, then meets him on the grass, giddy as a child.

Her face meets his chest, and when his arms find their way around her, she is gone. He is warm, and smells of the ocean, of sea winds and travel under fair skies.

"Oh, Alm..." She hadn't even realized how badly she had missed him.

A dream. A wish that this one moment could stretch into infinity.

Gently, the world returns to her, and is all the bit brighter for it. She pushes herself up from his shoulders, and looks into those eyes.

"Why are you here? Has something happened in Valentia? Who's running the Kingdom?"

“Hmm?”

A script all too familiar. But even with the benefactor of deja vu, Alm is none the wiser to avoid what was written next. With a turn of his head, he is met with the sight of the most calming, yet fierce fires barreling straight for him with arms outstretched. 

What comes next is the lady wrapping around his body, though her touch is more well-defined without a suit of blue armor covering his physique. If the charade were to continue, Alm would be down for the count in no time. But he has matured since then. They both have.

The king obliges with the first spin, moving his legs around to wrap alongside her. Then instead of keeping arms swaying aside, they meet her own body to keep her uplifted as their spirits. His balance is still…admittedly not perfect, causing them to inevitably tumble just the same with him on the bottom. At least this time, he can manage to laugh away alongside her, in on the act.

Rather than getting up right away, she buries her face into her chest. It makes it tough to get a good look of her…and is a little awkward out in the open.

“Uh, Celica? We’re right in the middle of-”

Oh, whatever, Alm concludes to himself, unable to complete his comment with a second sight of her caring touch.

They can afford to be immature, for at least another day.

He allows her as much time as needed for her to regain composure, the push on his shoulders feeling less stressing and more warm. The red eyes, orange hair, and golden headpiece…it has been only some months, but Alm is relieved to see Celica remain the same - outside of dress code.

It’s mid-observing of his beloved that he gets hit with all of the hard questions. Oh…right. Guess writing to the person you were about to meet across seas would be a little important, not to mention the whole royalty thing. But…it’s supposed to be a surprise!

“Woah woah, one at a time would be better! The kingdom’s doing fine, Celica. Just fine. The recovery’s been going smoothly…I just wish I could be doing more. Grandfather’s seen to manage rule, alongside your brother. Both were fine with my temporary leave…though it did take some back and forth on gramps’ end.”

Alm chuckles at the memory of a shocked Mycen speaking a little bit out of character. “Oh, and that first thing. I’m sorry I never wrote before coming. It’s just…I could - no, should be doing so much more back home than I am. If this academy is good enough for you to learn at, I’m sure it’s good enough for me too.”

“Also…” Alm smiles as he lingers on his last point, laying one of his hands atop Celica’s, still on his shoulder. “I wanted to see you again. Um, really, wanted to see you again. Call me greedful all you’d like, but something tells me you miiight feel just the same."

[lbhslefttiddie]

WIP folder game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet/preview or tell them something about it!

tagged by @gaywarcriminals hi fish!!!!!

oh god. oh man okay ummmm. so here the Thing. i dont have a WIP "folder" so we gon be parsing through literally every file ive ever written okay bear with me. ive done my best to compile them, there is really no organization to speak of. im so sorry

since my works really runs a wide range of content im gonna include a tag on any explicit works (E) and anything with explicit noncon (ENC). thas not to say theyre the only things in the wip or the part ill share, necessarily, but it feels like something worth being upfront about.

also there are MANY files in here that are various future points of Mouse on the Thorn, which i think im gonna label as such for clarity and spoiler potential. (MotT) for MotT. you may look a the number of WIPs here for MotT alone and think, wow Lucien, maybe you should just finish the next chapter of MotT. you would be correct.

anything more specific than that ill cover in the post itself if its brought up but in the spirit of the game ill leave it at that here

anyways:

recognition of other through the self

an exercise in hubris

79 abo

when ur 2ic disappears for five years only to come back with a son

bad time (ENC)

i keep my closet free of skeletons

liujiu cave omegaverse

bite (E, MotT)

beastboy (MotT)

mott dreamscape (MotT)

sy pov (MotT, ENC)

Mott sy Strugle (MotT, E)

visit

spiader (MotT)

*sounds of screaming and crying* (E)

mott sqh pov (MotT)

ayuan nseaky (MotT)

early presentation (MotT)

lbh abnormal (MotT)

7 atticwifing 9 (E)

9 atticwifing 7 (E)

Xuan Su (E)

Xmsy but qi deviating unseals his demonic energy

tentaclezun

Cumplane explaining various modern world bullshit to lbh

Disciple shen yuan oh no (ENC)

archangel sqq

Osj

Binghe finds out what yogurt is

Drunk sqqs

Osqq thug bullying (ENC, E)

Sqq actually kills himself whoops

Shadows house au

Shen yuan dying??? In MY presence? Its more likely thn you think

hes dissociating now nice job you broke him (ENC)

Truthed

Turbo omega plant body AU :-) (E)

A..... a murder mystery???

Hehe Bingge sexc

sy introduces lbg to toilets and other 21 century clownery

wow would you look at that, abruptly it would seem i have forgotten how to read and cannot see the rules of this game so im just gonna tag @fictionalcreator and no one else bc i dont often "talk" to people, however feel free to join if u wanna, or if youre fict, feel free to ignore if you wanna

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

i now have two terrible edits of kirk in inappropriate shirts something something two nickels

[elisalsaa]

I have multiple half written to 95% completed HL one shots wtf why did I stop SO CLOSE 😭 will I ever finish them and post on here? Who knows idk how to even finish them ☠️

Meanwhile my main fic sits with future chapters fully written waiting for me to catch up like bro bahahaha where is the timeline 😫😫😩😩

[corviiids]

oh my god i have more wips than i thought. i have so many documents i have absolutely no memory of whatsoever and they're all called untitled document

[misspickman]

tagged by @loisinherlane, tyy

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! and then tag as many people as you have wips

1. the fields

2. i might have never known

3. untitled

4. akane loneliness and delusions

5. clover independence run

6. glutton for punishment

tagging @angelfevr @leonstamatis @waveridden @rainelinde and whoever else wants to do it

[lale-txt]

[yell0wsalt]

Thanks to the lovely @twinkle-toph for the tag!

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! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Let's see what we've got:

Take it to the beach

Go on and pull me under with you

Say It

Go Boom

And then after

The shape of iridescence

I'm Yours

You and me, heated

Other POV

No pressure tagging: @risingsoleil @ekwolfwriter-blog @oldandirrelevant and anyone else interested :)

[colgatebluemintygel]

wip ask game

YAY thank you for the tags my lovelies @fruityindividual + @lynxindisguise <3333

rules: list your wip file names, no matter how descriptive or ridiculous. then, let people send you asks with the file name that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! then tag as many ppl as you have wips.

oao

fairy sirius

frankenstein

love n longing at the edge of the world

post hoggy summer of love

alien remoose

sad soggy scottish seaside au (aka selkie remus)

tagging: @pancakehouse, @maybebabyplease (ik u have banned yourself from fics but EYE DONT CARE i will b the devil on ur shoulder..😇), @mblematic, @sectoren, @a-fiery-fox, @blackberry-sunset, @solmussa, @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur, @magswrite <3