#untitled lighthouse wip

[mister-writes]

Heads Up, 7 Up

Thanks so much for @sarahlizziewrites for tagging me here!

I'm in a sillygoofy mood still so I'm going to share 7 lines from the beginning of a wip I haven't mentioned or named yet, but which I'm rotating in my mind at increasing speeds

Whenever Eira closed his eyes, he dreamed of the sea.  He had read about it– many times, over and over, until the words on the pages in the tower library were almost worn away. How the wind that skipped up over the water was cool and refreshing. How you could taste the salt on the breeze. How white-winged birds wheeled above the waves like kites, their cries ringing high and plaintive like the whistle of a corflute.  But when he opened his eyes, Eira was faced with only the golden waves of the Okira Sands. Wind-sculpted dunes stretched in every direction, soft sprays of glittering sand trickling off the peaks with every gust of scorching wind.

I'm super enjoying these games but I'm in a bit of a Tagging People slump (and I don't want to doubletag too many people lol) so I'll leave an open tag on this!!! And if anyone wants to do it Ill add you to my tag list for the future.

[flowercrowngods]

dio. 🤍

ao3 • writing tag • time travel au tag (stories & snippets) steddie drabbles & microfics ☕️ ko-fi vibes only. mostly steddie, sometimes clarkson.

🌷 WIPs & multi-chaptered stories

➤ i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better) WIP M | 74k | 12/? | time travel au, angst, steve whump Sent back to 1983, Steve tries to save his friends from everything that's coming and takes on the battle against the Upside Down alone with El by his side.

➤ nice to meet you, where you been? T | 12k | 3/3 | tattoo shop au, pure fluff, trans eddie Chrissy sends Eddie to check out a tattoo shop. Little does he know it belongs to Steve Harrington, or that they’ll both be falling for each other at lightning

➤ untitled knight!Steve / bard!Eddie WIP T | 10k | 2/? | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... regency au (freeform), enemies to lovers Eddie is a bard of great renown who returns to Hawkins ready and willing to spite the people who cast him out all his life. He is in search of his muse: the knight Dustin has been writing to him about who has inspired his greatest ballads and poems. Dustin’s Sir Steve is nowhere to be found, but Lord Harrington seems to hold a grudge against Eddie and he wants to find out why.

➤ see the stars shining through the cracks of my broken heart | steddie week fic T | 14.7k | 3/3 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 in which Eddie and Chrissy get engaged and Steve is heartbroken. yearning ensues. a story about love requited and unrequited, breaking and healing, and hope (steddie & buckingham)

➤ shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides WIP M | 5.8k | 2/7 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... A steddie ghost story. Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper. But he soon finds out that it is he who is being kept.

➤ tales of blue | who did this to you? WIP M | 13k | 3/4 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Eddie POV, pre-s4, injured Steve, hurt/comfort One summer's day in 1985, Eddie finds a very injured Steve in the boathouse, and even though he doesn't want the kind of trouble that this might bring, he can't just leave him there. So, scared though he is, he takes Steve to the one person he trusts to always make everything better.

➤ untitled kas!eddie / steve WIP M | 5.3k | 1/? | tumblr: part 1 | post-canon, hurt/comfort, enemies steddie The extent of his brain injuries and the intensity of his migraines is something Steve has been keeping secret from everyone. When he goes to Kas to let him feed, however, the sudden blood loss gives him a migraine. Kas decides to take care of him.

one shots & ficlets under the cut (ao3) -> ao3 link in the tumblr fic post

🌷 fluff & floaty

floor time fic (ao3) Eddie POV, falling in love, fluff, neurodivergent steddie

eddie likes Good Words (ao3) Steve POV, stablished relationship, neurodivergent steddie, echolalia

rambly Steve in love Eddie POV, established relationship, love confession

soft insomniacs (ao3) Eddie POV, short trans Eddie, soft Steve, bickering, established relationship

3 am phone call (ao3) Steve POV, soft, pre-relationship

car ride in love Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love, Andante, Andante

stargazing Steve POV, floaty & soft, boys in love

sick fic Eddie POV, domestic fluff & silliness, steve is sick, eddie is in love

first kiss Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love

loving eddie munson (is a full body experience) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty, boys in love, introspection, love confessions

floaty steddie date hours Eddie POV, established relationship, date night, marriage proposals, softness, dancing in the rain

sick fic 2 (woollen bat hat) Eddie POV, sick!Steve, soft boyfriends in love, cuddling, Eddie reads Momo to Steve

🌷 yearning

✨yearning hours (a-side) (ao3) Eddie POV, heart-wrenching yearning, light imagery, (mis)communication, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (b-side) (ao3) Steve POV, insecurity, trauma, darkness imagery, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (bonus track) (ao3) Eddie POV, light imagery, vulnerability, getting together

summer nights were made for steve (ao3) Eddie POV, yearning, getting together, the stars are pretty but steve is prettier

✨yearning hours (hidden track) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty music, getting together, sudden love confession, pining, A Flock of Seagulls

✨ high yearning make-out fic (smutty) (ao3) Eddie POV, recreational drug use, dry humping, coming in pants, so much yearning, so much kissing, spicy six as friends

🌷 hurt/comfort

insomniac eddie & human weighted blanket steve Eddie POV, developing relationship, comfort

Eddie being inexperienced at relationships Eddie POV, established relationship, dramatic eddie, boys in love, cuddles

spiralling writer eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, comfort, emotionally intelligent steve

‘You’d be a great dad’ Eddie POV, established relationship, insecure Eddie, comfort

steve has seizures (ao3) Steve POV, angst, self-isolation, seizures, post-s3, found family, background steddie

nonverbal steve gets a hug (ao3) Steve POV, established steddie, nonverbal steve, caring eddie, touch starved steve

sensory overload steddie Steve POV, soft boys, building relationship, nonverbal steve, touch-averse eddie, floor time as the cure

🌷 angst & hurt/no comfort

spiralling steve Steve POV, traumatised steve, nonverbal steve, established steddie, eventual comfort

breakup Steve POV, steve is not okay, breaking up

My Boy Steve POV, major character death, post-s4, inspired by My Girl funeral scene

memory wipe musings Steve POV, post-canon, established relationship, breakup-ish

post-breakup steddie Steve POV, a follow-up for @steddieas-shegoes prompt-fill | years after breaking up with steve eddie writes him a letter and they talk, mentions of drug abuse and rehab, starting over, 2nd chances (it's hopeful but it's kinda really sad)

knightmærs Eddie POV, prince!steve, traitor!eddie, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it's intrigue, brainwashing, torture, eddie whump, manipulation, open ending, violence & threats of death

🌷 smut(ish)

steve wants to hear eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, anal sex

sexytimes in a tent Steve POV, trying not to get caught, established relationship, hand jobs

sub!kas eddie (drabble) (tag for more) Steve POV, good boy kas, soft dom steve

school reunion sex Eddie POV, chubby!steve, dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex, good boy eddie

misc. & gen

steve and nancy finally have A Talk Steve POV, apologies, communicating like adults, making up, platonic stancy

steve and mike coming out to each other (ao3) Steve POV, bisexual lighting, established background steddie, mike & steve sibling relationship

why'd you jump? (ao3) conversation at the quarry, coming out (kinda), working through trauma together, steve & mike sibling relationship, big brother Steve | cw: could read as suicidal tendencies or intrusive thoughts

a study in grief: steve and mike talking about barb (ao3) Steve POV, Barb's death anniversary, Barb was Mike's friend, grief, mourning, big brother Steve, Mike character study

stobin arsonist tendencies (drabble) Steve POV, robin wants to burn down steve's car and house, fucked up platonic besties, neurodivergent swag

🌷 i'll try-verse (time travel au) oneshots

steve takes el to see her first meteor shower

el calls steve magic

eddie finds nonverbal steve

tina's party steddie hug

steve meets wayne

clarkson fics

meet-sweet | kids duty (ao3) clarkson origin post with @unclewaynemunson. Wayne POV, first meeting, slow burn, pre-relationship, soft

coursework, caffeine and cuddles (ao3) teacher student!steve, domestic fluff, established clarkson & steddie, found family

if i fell in love with you (ao3) Scott POV, soft, established relationship, domestic fluff, If I Fell

home. (ao3) Scott POV, comfort, floaty, established relationship, after-school car ride, domesticity

quiet. (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, domesticity, established relationship, wayne doesn’t like how quiet scott’s house gets

don’t let go (i won’t) (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, found family, post-s4, shared trauma, steddie, established relationship, wayne gets a bad flashback and scott calls steddie for help

ronance fics

snow angels for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter fic challenge, Nancy POV, pining, first kiss, getting together

yearning hours (ao3) Nancy POV, pining, yearning, realisations, pre-relationship, semi-floaty

[landwriter]

Hi, hello,

I'd like to hear something about the skin wip

Hi, hello! Skin is my actual Lighthouse AU after someone sent me this super funny ask registering their displeasure with my choice of fandom for the Seventies SF AU, named Lighthouses. I'm very easily encouraged. Even when being discouraged for something I'm not actually doing. I laughed about doing one and then went and wrote in Untitled 1:

Lighthouse Keeper AU - Hob is lighthouse keeper, Dream is human or else eldritch sea creature - or SEEMS human but is a selkie/changeling who will return? Either star-crossed romance or like, gothic romance - lots of gay sex and desire and the sea, old-timey language, lanterns, etc, wailing wind, Forbidden Acts Isolation, alienation from other men, being Slightly Off, loneliness, exploring where you shouldn’t Hob fucks selkie who is also Dream?? Why would Dream be lighthouse keeper? Maybe he murders them but like, Hob found his skin or something and he has to pretend to be a human lighthouse keeper Hob finding journal entries suggesting imminent and terrifying demise of former keepers, can link them to Dream in some way

I also wrote 'all dialogue should be in iambic pentameter' but we'll pretend I didn't.

What can I say about it? I think it can be best described by the fact I scrolled through the WIP as it is now, a collection of scraps and research curios and a couple half-written scenes, and came across:

Beware the shore on haar and hoolan night, beware the sea of star-lost whalers’ plight

Which I have no, and I mean NO recollection of writing, but has no results when I google it. That's sort of the energy I want for the whole thing. Gothic horror fever dream. Claustrophobia and a locked-room mystery. Men driven to terror and mad loneliness and violence. Letters that arrive too late. Thievery and suspicion and revenge. Greed and possession. Becoming/loving the monstrous.

Some of the notes I evidently left myself that don't read as unhinged at allllll under the cut, if you want to read more about it still:

Smalls lighthouse - great oak stilts slime!!! rocks!! smoking! salt water wind, stabbing kind of rain, the way wind buffets first and moisture on it secondary, white waves, seabirds hanging in the air like mobile above a crib, carving with a knife, bleeding - nicking finger, dream looking over as he sucks it - is whittling the selkie/monster form alcohol maybe something weird where dream refuses alcohol and hob finds out something wrong with their water supply - dream is just drinking saltwater hob giving season of the mists style toast sailors have used tobacco pouches made from sealskin ‘where did you put my skin? where did you put my skin?’ bonding over lost sons hob sends pigeon or message otherwise thanking for relief, noting supply shortage, or smthn. days later gets message back being like, no relief sent. protean forms - changing easily - from god proteus - a protean selkie?? Fiddler's Green is an after-life where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. In 19th-century English maritime folklore, it was a kind of after-life for sailors who had served at least fifty years at sea. important that lighthouse is decaying, used to be nice, now is not gothic theme of ascent/descent with ladder images of death etc claustrophobic, sunless environment, action at night or in fog - no sun imagination over reason

I've never done gothic before and I'm super excited to explore it with this story! I'm going for something like, old and musty smelling, sort of The Terror, lighthouse-edition, except with less death and more monster-fucking. A sluttier The Lighthouse (2019).

[josephseedismyfather]

Music (it's not) Monday (anymore)

I was tagged by @inafieldofdaisies for this a few days ago, but I miss it so much, I'm gonna go ahead and do one. It's been a hot minute since I've shared, well, anything really. Thank you for the tag! 🥰

Afflicted.

I love the way you look at me I feel the pain you place inside You lock me up inside your dirty cage While I'm alone inside my mind I like to teach you all the rules I get to see them set in stone I like it when you chain me to the bed But then your secrets never show

I need to feel you You need to feel me I can't control you You're not the one for me, no I can't control you You can't control me I need to feel you So why's there even

I love the way you rake my skin I feel the hate you place inside I need to get your voice out of my head 'Cause I'm that guy you'll never find I think you know all of the rules There's no expressions on your face I hope that someday you will let me go Release me from my dirty cage

I love the way you look at me I love the way you smack my ass I love the dirty things you do I have control of you

Parenesis.

Without a life vest, I'd be stuck again Wish I was much more masculine Maybe then I could learn to swim Like (14 miles away)

Now floating up and down I spin, colliding into sound Like whales beneath me diving down I'm sinking to the bottom of my- Everything that freaks me out The lighthouse beam has just run out I'm cold as cold as cold can be, be

Where is the coastguard? I keep looking each direction For a spotlight, give me something I need something for protection Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine The jetsam sunk, I'm left behind I'm treading for my life, believe me (How can I keep up this breathing?)

Not knowing how to think I scream aloud, begin to sink My legs and arms are broken down With envy for the solid ground I'm reaching for the life within me How can one man stop his ending? I thought of just your face Relaxed, and floated into space

Now waking to the sun I calculate what I had done Like jumping from the bow, yeah Just to prove that I knew how, yeah It's midnight's late reminder of The loss of her, the one I love My will to quickly end it all Sat front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all

Untitled Johnny WIP.

A friend in need's a friend indeed A friend with weed is better A friend with breasts and all the rest A friend who's dressed in leather A friend in need's a friend indeed A friend who'll tease is better Our thoughts compressed, which makes us blessed And makes for stormy weather

A friend in need's a friend indeed My Japanese is better And when she's pressed, she will undress And then she's boxing clever A friend in need's a friend indeed A friend who bleeds is better My friend confessed she passed the test And we will never sever

Day's dawning, skin's crawling Day's dawning, skin's crawling Day's dawning, skin's crawling Day's dawning, skin's crawling Pure morning Pure morning Pure morning Pure morning

Tagging, with apologies for doubles and no pressure! @wrathfulrook, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @ladyoriza, @cassietrn, @redreart, @hotmessteaparty, @g0dspeeed, @v0idbuggy, @insanityofvaas, @simplegenius042, @malefiquinn, @strangefable, @noodlecupcakes, @chazz-anova, @aristomal, @ocdemon-747, @outlastic, @carlosoliveiraa, @la-grosse-patate, and anybody else who wants to share. Tag me! 😘

[highlordofkrypton]

WIP GAME

Thank you @achaotichuman and @fourteentrout for tagging me 🥰

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!

There's a part of me that feels like it's bad luck to post my WIPs because whenever I talk about what I'm doing, I never end up getting to it! A mental jinx! But I also love yapping, so I'm doing it anyway hehe

Some of these are ongoing series, and some are just question marks as to whether I'm doing additional chapters. Ofc, there's stuff I haven't started/posted yet.

ACOTAR - Tamlin Week - Day 5: Shapeshifter (PACRIM)

BATMAN x JOKER - Little Secrets for my Soul

BATMAN - Equalizer

The Justice League's Mom's Guide to Vampire Slaying

ACOTAR - Cassian Week - 2024

ELUCIEN - Warmth

AQUAFAM - the lighthouse

ANTHOPHILE - Draft_v2

SUPERBATS - Gala Nights

DRAMIONE x VENOM - Untitled

TAMLIN x RHYSAND - Portrait

NEEDLE & KING

THE LAST TALE OF THE FLOWER PRINCE

SILVER LININGS

[frostedlemonwriter]

10 First Lines

Thank you @pertinax--loculos for tagging me in this game.

So, I think it is about the first lines of WIP or scenes, or maybe which ever! Either way, I am going to do both. An opening line for the WIP and one of the scenes.

Edit: Shit, I forgot to tag people and I totally meant to @saltysupercomputer @gummybugg @frozen-fountain(sorry couldn't remember if you do tag games, if you don't please tell me and I will never tag ya again) and anyone else who wants to have some fun.

WIP: Body Next To Another - Beginning of story

A simple dorm room barely twelve by ten foot, not much bigger than a janitor's closet, was her entire world.

WIP: Body Next To Another

So another truth was that Victoria's world often included the Caribou Coffee shop on campus.

WIP: The Runner - Beginning of story

Even in the middle of the night, you didn't need optic implants to see through the darkness, every building in Seattle had some type of advertisement that lit the path.

WIP: The Runner

Each step up the metal stairs seemed to echo in the quiet, graffiti-covered alleyway.

WIP: At The End of a Warm Gun - Beginning of story

There stood a rugged, mountain of a middle-aged man with striking brown-red hair a double-barred shotgun wedged in the crook of a thick arm -- planted on the porch both a guardian and a lighthouse

WIP: At The End of a Warm Gun

Father kicked Alexandra's foot, his shotgun firm in hand. "Someone's comin'," he warned. "Has a bad look 'bout 'em. Be ready."

WIP: Untitled Story - Beginning of story

Mr. Moran's old seafoam green pickup truck rumbled down the winding road that led through an old neighborhood.

WIP: Untitled Story

This was always the time for second guessing.

8 is close enough, right?

[hullomoon]

wip ask game

i was tagged by @vanillahigh00, thank you!!!

Rules: post 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

not gonna lie i pulled this list from the last time i did it since i haven't gotten much finished since then 😅

femslash february

roller skate

train fic 

whumpy bath time

downton au

jargyle

comfortable in my skin

twyla-stevie makeout

Untitled document

i just wanna makeout in my car

Ray & Patrick slumber party

Winter Olympic au

Lighthouse AU

circulate

sunshine

David, Stevie, Pat roommates

i will not be tagging anyone since that would be a whole lotta people. but please feel free to play if you'd like!

[unspeakable3]

10 Lines Tagging Game

Thanks for the tag @leogichidaa !! 💛

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

1: stars shine more darkly (wip: canon-compliant regulus, pt.2 of 3)

This was not Regulus’s first funeral.

2: [untitled ted/andromeda] (wip: canon-compliant ted/andromeda getting together)

A late summer breeze drifts through Cadogan Square and into Andromeda’s bedroom on the third floor of the Black-Rosiers’ London dwelling. It rustles the stack of neatly-cut parchment on her desk and she turns, quickly, to dart over to secure it before the unruly breeze can send her old sixth-year revision notes scattering across the bedroom.

3: [untitled flower shop/tattoo parlour au] (wip: regulus/diana getting together possible muggle au)

The bell above the shop door tinkles. Regulus doesn’t bother to look up from his sketchbook - it’s a Sunday afternoon, which means Mrs Ackerman will want to have a browse of his discounted blooms before he closes for his odd Monday-Tuesday ‘weekend’ in an hour or so. 

4: [untitled first wizarding war] (wip: regulus survives; regulus & sirius & narcissa & walburga povs)

They’ve been told to meet him by the old abandoned lighthouse. 

5: december, 1983 (complete: regulus/diana, regulus lives au)

Regulus hears hurried steps echoing in the stairwell. He is not alarmed; the past eleven years of communal living would have beaten such concerns out of him, even if he couldn’t recognise the steps. Diana is always in a rush to climb the stairs, her heeled boots thud-thud-thudding on each step, and is just as slow to descend them again. Regulus likes to think it’s because she’s eager to see him and reluctant to leave. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

6: i am terribly sorry for dying (complete: ghost regulus keeps a diary)

I thought, once, that equating death with sleep was mere poetic exuberance. A romanticisation, of sorts. A way to ease the common wizard’s fears about the ever-looming end of his life. But now that I am dead - or rather, now that I am half-dead, no longer living, merely lingering - I know that the poets were right. Death is sleep. And a ghost is an insomniac.

7: stars shine darkly (complete: canon-compliant regulus, pt.1 of 3)

The steam twisted around him, winding into shimmering emerald spirals. It rose out of the bath in the form of hazy, misty manticores and hippogriffs, dragons and sea serpents, a snarling chimaera that charged into the tiled wall and burst into a thousand pearlescent curls. 

8: is this hell? (completeish: regulus lives au)

"Master Regulus!" He burns. Everything burns. Fiendfyre is rushing through his body, consuming him from the inside out. The flames lick at his throat and he scratches at it, claws at his own feverish skin, desperate for some release.

9: the cave (complete: ghost regulus lingers in the cave)

He’d never meant for it to happen like this.

10: the end of the line (complete: snapshots from sirius's life in front of the tapestry)

Sirius sits back on his heels, folds his arms, and inspects his handiwork.  “I need something blue,” he announces.

tagging @broomsticks @constitutionalweasleymonarchy @mundrakan @anemicc-royalty @ncoincidences @regulusarchieblack @green-and-grey-kenaz @bluesundaycake @casquecest @girl-with-goats ✨💛

[e-s-willswriting]

WIP TITLE TAG

Thank you for the tag @palebdot <3

RULES: Post 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.

My short story WIPS are a little scattered, so I'll mainly note down the long-form WIPS I've made documents of.

The CRYPT Archives

“It was incidental I ended up working with criminals. I’d help everyone, if I could. Because I think there’s one thing that’s truly terrifying.” “And that is?” “Feeling alone. Feeling like nobody gets it, or that nobody is there to help you at your lowest. I want to be there for people going through that.” “So you could be in front of a mass murderer, or anything along those lines, but if they’re going through a crisis of mental health, you would help?” “I’d help them. They’re people too."

Crypt is my main project (Contemporary Urban-Fantasy/Horror) about a therapist working with monsters.

Idol Project: (Comedy choice-based visual novel) about a girl who joins an Idol group made up of everything but idols.

            Mae: And it’s luck of the draw out there. But I’m sure something will come through for you. I mean, you’ve got naturally pink hair!             Mirai: It’s a birth defect.

The Degenerate: (Contemporary Horror/Thriller) Nothing written on the document, though I have the idea for the title and generally what I'd want to do with this one. Though it's major trigger warnings and will take a lot of care to write well. Triggering themes include: Porn addiction, sexual content, murder, misogyny.

Loving Arcadia: Again, nothing written, though I have ideas. (Romance/Drama/Contemporary) Set in the UK, a group of students start making a band. The head of their band is a trans man, but his mother is a leading online figure in the Gender Critical sphere. Yeah, again, touchy areas I have to write with a lot of care.

Lighthouse

This letter shook me. For a moment I had believed the blood to have been my own, since my clothes were stained after the scrapes I took scrambling to the lighthouse. But if this letter were true, if the blood was not my own, I had before me the words of an insane, dying man. A man who had committed suicide. ‘I would never do something like that! God forbid.’ My first thoughts other than survival. A clue to who I was. I am Cecil Best, and I would not resort to suicide. God wouldn’t forgive that. And another- I am a religious man. To write God Bless or God Forbid- those phrases inspire a tightness in my chest. The very name inspires deep feelings within me. God guides me in the right direction. Those are the only two things I know.

(Gothic Horror) Set in the 1800's, a man wakes up on a tiny, rocky island in the middle of a storm. The only other thing is a colossal Lighthouse that touches the sky. Will also have triggering content.

Untitled FIlmmaker Romance Concept

It’s not that I’ve not had ideas. Far from it, actually. What’s stopping me from writing is that I have one specific idea that won’t leave my head. I want to write it desperately. I want to film it and I want to make it a great film. I know the exact people who can help me realise this too. I can see the whole thing in my head, and almost feel the leather of the seat and smell the warm sweet popcorn as I watch it in the cinema. It’s a perfect idea. The problem is that it’s not my idea. It’s C. Daniels’ idea.

(Contemporary Romance) About a filmmaker who gets the rights to adapt a short film from a writer, but she requests to be directly involved in the scripting process. They bond not only as creatives but potential romantic partners, though something is holding her back.

(I'm weird about romance because it's basically that I hate seeing so much toxicity in novel relationships and I just want to write the things that I wish I could see more, but it's not my go-to genre either)

@littleshipofwords

@alnaperera

@stanrendipity

@fictionalbullshitter

@wmlittlemoreauthor

@ryns-ramblings

[sequencefairy]

tagged by @calicojackofficial  to post a line from the midpoint of ten projects. 

Oh this is going to be fun. 

The lab door slides open and Keith’s head lifts to find it, unerring. Her eyes are all he can see clearly, but he’d know the shape of her anywhere now. - From an unfinished Keith!whump wip, last touched in 2019

“I thought you knew. Jesus, I thought he would’ve, or someone? Fuck me,” Matt swears, emphatically. Shiro watches as Matt takes a deep breath, holds it, and then lets it go. “You’ve got to promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid, okay?” - From an unfinished post-series Sheith wip, last touched in early 2021

They had been in the parlour, indeed. Standing in the centre of the sunken floor, mouldering lace curtains moving lazily beside the drafty windows, and the moonlight casting bright shadows on the floor. Shane had felt nothing, had had no warning. One moment, they were joking about the crown molding, the next, Ryan was gone and Shane was bereft. - From my unfinished demon!Shane au wip, last touched late 2021

She’s flushed down her throat, and disappearing under the neckline of her dress. Shane wants to know how far it goes, and whether he’d be able to taste the heat of it in her skin. He wants to watch Ryan follow the line of it with his tongue— - From Down to Brass Tacks, a cowboy!Shyan+ threesome wip, last touched August 2022

“Who can hear us?” Ryan wants to know, voice barely a whisper. - From an unfinished vampire!Shane wip, last touched October 2022

Shane waits on the shore, mindful of the shifting ice. The snow thickens and lessens, thickens and lessens. He can’t make out who is coming ashore, until they’re almost to him. A man, shorter than Shane, shoulders hunched in his coat, knitted hat pulled down low over his face. Shane reaches out, to help him scramble up over the jagged ice pushed up against the rocks. 

The man’s grip is strong.  - From Safe Harbour, a lighthouse keeper shyan au wip, last touched early 2021

The grin on Ryan’s face widens. “Shane,” he says, holding Shane’s gaze, “do you have any twos?” - From an unfinished gift fic for a friend, set on a train ride across the US, last touched late 2021

“Amazing that anyone pays you to sing,” Geralt says, over Jaskier, who is improvising some very poor rhymes for a fourth verse of the song. “When they could be doing us all a favour and paying you to stop.” - From My Rivers Tilt Towards You, my fae!Jaskier wip, last touched October 2022

Geralt doesn’t hear anyone in the fields, which stretch in a thin line down to the river. He looks out over the expanse of growing grain. - From an untitled Geraskier wip, last touched March 2022

(Someday, my writing routine will come back from the war)

I’m not tagging anyone, but if anyone sees this and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged and please tag me when you do, so I can see!

[stonecoldhedwig]

WIP Word Search Game

Thanks for the tag @jennandblitz! I searched through a few fics. My words are beautiful | sharp | hand | sofa | dog.

Beautiful (as-of-yet-untitled Jily!)

She looked so beautiful standing there, just— “I’m late.” “For what?” asked James stupidly. Lily rolled her eyes so hard that James thought it might have been audible. “My period, James,” she said in a withering tone, “my period is late.” “Oh.”

Sharp (from On Peverell's Sands, WIP Cold War Jily)

St Peverell sits high on the cliff edge. Its face is turned west towards the Atlantic swell in a last farewell to the sun as it slips below the horizon line. With the sun’s descent, all definition is lost: the edges of the low stone cottages blur into the evening, and the white-lipped eddies swirling in the bay below become a mass of inky blue. Above them, seed-like stars start to emerge in the wide, open plains of the Cornish sky. In the blue air, a car climbs the road up to the village. Its headlights sweep back-and-forth against the craggy hillside with each hairpin bend, like the methodical swing of the lamp in a lighthouse. The driver is a local—or, at least, familiar with the road, because the car doesn’t falter at the sharp, precarious turns. It keeps on, up the road and up again; through the village and beyond to the place where the road runs out and becomes the long, sweeping drive of Peverell Hall.

Hand (from I Am The Thing I Was, one of the many WIP one-shots for my Badger in the Lions' Den series)

“I don’t regret it,” Hannah says. “But I also don’t know if I was doing it because I was really into it, or because I knew Neville was into it.” “Yeah.” Charlie runs a hand over his stubble. “I think I’m there, too.” “How long has it been since you slept with a woman, by the way?” Charlie pauses, his heart skipping a beat, before saying, “That bad, was it?”

Sofa (from Heartbeats (at an average of 60-100BPM), a Jily/Blackinnon medical AU)

“When he’s been courted by a pharmaceutical company and thinks he’s got a wonder drug, he’s Drughorn. He gets pissed at the Christmas party every year—Glughorn.” Sirius nodded seriously as he got up from the sofa, and added, “If he’s in a good mood and lets us get away with a lot, he’s Shrughorn. If he’s done some complex surgery, he’s Smughorn.” “We once walked past him eating McDonalds chicken nuggets in his car at seven o’clock in the morning. Nugghorn.” “In case you were wondering, I absolutely despise them both,” Remus said mildly to Lily, holding open the door for her.

Dog (also from Heartbeats)

“Someone asked me if we were married today.” “Again?” Sirius took a swig of beer, then added, “I hope you told them I’ve bloody asked you enough times. I’ve been dogged about it—there was a point I think I developed repetitive strain injury from the amount of time I spent on one knee.” Marlene gave a watery chuckle and shook her head. “That’s a lie. I think you only got down on one knee the first time.” “The first time usually does the trick, for most people”

I tag @blitheringmcgonagall @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and @brokentoasterrr! Can be snippets from one WIP, or multiple, and your words are evening | home | stare | flight | fire

[ineffably-poetic]

WIP Info :)

This is for my favorite WIP rn, which is currently untitled 😅 but anyway.

genres: horror, romance, comedy, LGBT+

also includes found family :))

— Summary below (tw: death, bodies, creepy stuff)

“At first, the town seems normal. Quiet, peaceful, a place where people go when they need some solitude. A place where people go to disappear. Sometimes without meaning to. 

Merriweather Wright, a photographer from New York City, came here looking for a nice week off in his hometown. Ever since leaving, he’d forgotten the strange things that had occurred when he lived there as a child. Luckily, his childhood best friends—Tomas, Elna, and Ruslana—are there to fill him in. 

Things have been getting even more mysterious. People have been disappearing, doomsayers have been running amok in the streets, screaming about strange lights over the town at night. “The end is nigh!” He can hear them screaming as he tries to fall asleep. 

Ravens have begun to circle the bridge over the river recently. Something made claw marks the one night. The next, someone went missing, and their body was found two days later, floating by the bank of the river. 

Radio stations don’t work. The only one that isn’t filled with static is from some occultist on the outskirts of town, who plays country music and frequently talks about how the world is ending. 

The news is just as bleak. People are dying and disappearing and no one knows why. 

But maybe it has something to do with the strange shadows that seem to stare back in the night. 

The group decides to start their own radio show, chronicling the happenings of this town. Along the way, a mystery begins to unravel itself, slowly, and the secrets of Ravenpoint begin to be revealed.”

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And here’s a short excerpt:

I am sitting in the dining room of Elna and Ruslana’s house, eating scones, and trying to recover from the jetlag of traveling all the way across the United States. My friends are sitting around me--minus Tomas, who is staring at the bookshelf intently. I am looking at a picture of Elna and Ruslana on their wedding day. It was taken on the beach here, with Middlemore Bay in the background, and the lighthouse. Ravens surround the top of it, probably blocking out any light that might have been emitting from its lamp. 

“Found it,” Tomas says, sliding onto the bench next to me. He sets down a huge book. The title is as follows:

A History of Ravenpoint

(Plus a Multitude of Diagrams, Charts and Other Graphs Which Depict Disappearances, Murders, and Supernatural Occurrences Over the Years.)

“That’s quite the mouthful,” Ruslana mutters, craning her neck to see the cover. “Why’s there no author?”

Elna glances at her, and says, “That’s not the strangest thing we’ve seen.”

She’s right. My head is still spinning, and what happened two hours earlier is still replaying over and over. Not to mention the fact that everything I’d forgotten about this town is suddenly coming back to me. Neither of these things is helping with my headache, which has turned into a throbbing sensation that’s getting harder to ignore every minute. 

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more WIP stuff coming soon (probably tomorrow!)

[musouie]

quinnnn i can’t wait for all of those to be published. they look so good!!

my wips (currently all longer works):

• untitled, lighthouse-keeper!satosugo x reader. oneshot.

• the blood-red dawn, toji x reader anthology.

• (woe of) cimmerian kismet, demon!trueform!sukuna x reader. oneshot.

• grey matter, detective!levi ackerman x reader. series.

• surrender to the flesh, criminal!levi x reader. oneshot

• untitled, victorian!levi ackerman x reader

no pressure: @ichore @chositooo @kentopedia @packsvlog

wip tag game !

rules — list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to asks about them

thank you @wokelander for the tag <3 i always get distracted so some of these are partially written while others are just ideas! i'm sure i have more, but i can't find them right now lol

break up 'cause i'm bored | denji x best friend reader (cheating)

can't hold it | yuta x reader (piss)

stumbling in the dark | megumi x reader (step/incest)

lend a hand | satoru x reader

a perfect fit for me | yuji x reader

dumb mutt | naoya x puppy reader

keep them happy | nobara x reader x yuji (established nobara x reader)

like it better | leon kennedy x reader (age gap)

tagging: @papersirens @kentophilia @madaqueue @rosesaints @chositooo and anyone else who wants to! no pressure ofc <3

[landwriter]

WIP Title Ask Game

Tagged by the inimitable @xx-vergil-xx <3

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.

Listen, we've been here before, but for those who missed or repressed it, all my finished and unfinished fic lives in a single FocusWriter document named Untitled 1 that's about 277,000 words, with an index last updated sometime in late 2022 or early 2023, arranged in a loosely reverse chronological order, with exception for related WIPs and also the Seventies San Francisco AU, Lighthouses, which is between chapters 4 and 5 of Oaths. No, I don't know why I'm this way either.

But I am delighted!! for a chance to shamelessly use this as an excuse to tag people and catch up on what you beautiful souls are writing! (or not writing, as the case may be)

And my own, for asks please send asks:

WIPs I remained acutely aware of who lured me back:

Lighthouses

An Eternity of This

WIPs I absolutely forgot at mental daycare pickup but totally DO want to write and get out there now that I've seen them again:

Professional Fuckers

Skin - 05.14.23

Just Like Love followup that began its life innocently as 'Hob POV missing scenes', caught some more Corinthian scenes due to this very meme on Tumblr, and then like weeds in April exploded beyond all hope into an unhinged noir/dark comedy/tragedy play-it-all-the-way-out Corinthian/Hob/Dream cerberus-monster-of-a-sequel that would be longer than Oaths if I ever wrote it and annoyingly is probably my favourite thing on this list despite the fact I will almost certainly never have the time to actually write it, or maybe because of that :)

You’ve Got Mail AU

Come getcha hot fresh snippets!!!

Tagging with puppydog eyes: @moorishflower @softest-punk @teejaystumbles @wordsinhaled @that-banhus @chubsthehamster

[josephseedismyfather]

WIP Music (it's not) Monday (anymore)

Thank youuuu @socially-awkward-skeleton, @cassietrn, and @inafieldofdaisies for tagging me in this week's post! Sorry for the delay!

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

Afflicted.

What if I could say Say to you What you wanted Would not do What if I could say Say to you What you wanted What you could do

Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh

What you want Is something you need What you wanted Is something I bleed Could you say to me you love me And I'm the only one Could you say to me you love me And I'm your man

Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh Huuuuhh-uuhhhhh

Is this the last time I'll ever see you Is this the last time I'll ever meet you Is this the last time I'll ever Make love to you You

Parenesis.

Far away This ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight I will be chasing a starlight Until the end of my life I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms

My life You electrify my life Let's conspire to ignite All the souls that would die just to feel alive

I'll never let you go If you promise not to fade away Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations

Untitled Johnny WIP.

Ramblers in the wilderness We can't find what we need We get a little restless from the searching Get a little worn down in between Like a bull chasing the matador Is the man left to his own schemes Everybody needs someone beside 'em Shining like a lighthouse from the sea

Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you're low Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home

Face down in the desert now There's a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were Now my hands can't reach that far I ain't made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong But it's your love that brings me home

And when you call And need me near Sayin' where'd you go? Brother, I'm right here And on those days When the sky begins to fall You're the blood of my blood We can get through it all

Tagging, with apologies for doubles and no pressure as always: @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @ladyoriza, @redreart, @hotmessteaparty, @g0dspeeed, @v0idbuggy, @insanityofvaas, @malefiquinn, @strangefable, @noodlecupcakes, @chazz-anova, @aristomal, @ocdemon-747, @evilvvithin, @carlosoliveiraa, and anybody else who wants to share. Tag me! 😘

[highlordofkrypton]

Have mercy on me, for my muse is fickle and fleeting, but more often than not, I have the motivation but my body has no energy to do the typity-typing 😭

ACOTAR

Archeron's Anatomy - Grey's Anatomy AU

Courting the Apocalypse - Pacific Rim AU

Wildflowers: The Lost Chapters - Tamlin x Rhysand

DC COMICS

A Thousand League of Food - Misc. Character Oneshots

Duckies, Kittens & Space Cops - Barry Allen, Hal Jordan & Komand'r smut

Five Years - Clark Kent & Orm Marius

Little Secrets for my Soul - Joker x Batman

The Binder - Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Orm Marius smut

The Lighthouse - Atlanna, Orm, Arthur & Tom Curry

The Justice League's Mom's Book Club's Guide to Vampire Slaying - Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Atlanna & Hippolyta

ACTIVE WIPS

Untitled Bruce Wayne fic