#wip TAP

[the-orangeauthor]

Writing tropes bingo

I was tagged by @mariahwritesstuff to do a tropes bingo and there were 2 on there so I did them for different wips!

This one is for the wand and the wolf:

And I did this one for the assassins party since it’s been on my mind for so long:

Tagging @zmwrites @stories-by-rie @ink-fireplace-coffee @ashen-crest and anyone else who wants to play!

Blank templates under the cut!!!

[short666bread]

nighttime routine in an au where the marauder’s map has pinch zoom

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

So instead of working on the WIPs I already have, my brain decided to think up a new one 😅

Current working title is LA Lonely and here is a mood board and a rough little summary:

Buck meets Eddie and they hook up. Buck feels an instant connection but doesn’t pursue it because he’s only good for one night, no one wants him for keeps. Cue him running into Eddie almost everywhere he goes, like the universe keeps putting Eddie in his path. And Eddie is kind and never makes their interactions feel awkward and the way he smiles at Buck has something warm fluttering to life inside him. Eddie eventually asks him out on a proper date and Buck is so confused because no one wants him for more than a fun time. They don’t want to keep him.

(snippet under the cut)

“Buck!”

Buck turns towards the voice calling his name to find none other than Christopher from the class field trip at the station last week walking towards him, red crutches click clacking against the floor.

“Hey Chris! What brings you here? Another school field trip?”

Chris scrunches his face up, looking at Buck like he’s grown a second head.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Right. I knew that, I was just checking to see if you did.” Buck says as he points his finger at Chris causing the boy to giggle.

Buck scoots over on the bench making room for Chris to sit down beside him.

“Are your mum or dad with you?” Buck asks as he scans the room behind them for a frantic parent.

“My mum’s dead.”

Oh. Well. Buck has no idea what to do with that.

“Uh, I’m sorry buddy, that’s uh- that’s rough.” He looks around the room again. “What about your Da-“

“Christopher!”

Buck’s head whips around to find a man striding towards them. As he draws closer, Buck's eyes widen in recognition and disbelief because shit, Buck knows him - has seen him naked, felt his body pressed against his own as the guy shoved his cock so deep inside Buck he swore he could feel it in his throat. The memory of their encounter is still fresh in Buck’s mind a week later because it was that good.

“Dad!” Chris says happily, smiling bright and big and holy fuck his hot hookup who gave him one of the best orgasms of his fucking life has a kid.

And is standing right in from on him.

Buck scrambles to his feet, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he smiles nervously at Eddie. “Uh hi.”

Eddie looks shocked to see him but it quickly melts away, his eyes softening. “Buck, hey.” His mouth quirks up in a small smile and Buck remembers exactly why he brought Eddie home last weekend. He’s so fucking pretty

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[excessive-moisture]

[gophergal]

You've always been a delicate disaster

[corruptimles]

Im still a little sick but.... WIPs of that old AU of mine...

[cringefailvox]

i'm so close to being done with this hell week and then i will reply to my ao3 comments, answer my asks, and start commenting on fics again, but MAN it has been a long ten days

[gayferrari]

you are laughing. sebastian's hair transplant failed again and you are laughing.

he should just go to whatever doctor Lewis went to at this point

[unlocklist]

my boyfriend she is one ouid pen tall

[the-orangeauthor]

@rokokokokolores coming back to this because you left a comment on it and I have many feelings about this scene so here it is:

Tw: character death, blood, fatal wounds

Metina’s POV

I pulled off a layer of my clothes and tied it around her small waist, trying to stem the bleeding as I lifted her up from the floor of the prison, cradling her body against me. Her head looked against my shoulder, alarmingly limp as I followed some of the other prisoners out of the compound.

“Metina!” Temun yelled for me up ahead as he ushered more people out of the building. An explosion set off behind us somewhere, the vibrations knocking me to my knees. I groaned, careful to hold Jays head, not wanting to damage her anymore than she was. I staggered to my feet, retching as smoke began to fill the corridor, smothering the air.

As soon as we reached outside, I resisted the urge to collapse and ran ahead a little more as more explosions rocked the building. Satisfied with the distance I lay Jay down on the ground as I coughed violently, fatigue quickly setting in now the mission was over.

“Mm-Tina?” My name left her lips in a slur of sounds and I was at her side in an instant.

“Hey Jay, how you doing, kid?” I pulled her into my lap as I peeled back the cloth to see her wound better, but it was a mistake. Blood still oozed out of the gash on the teens side, and the fact that she wasn’t even flinching against my touch drained the rest of my hopes. Still, I pressed my hand back against the wound, stemming the blood loss as Jay leaned her head back, looking up past me.

“Oh,” she sighed, a whisper of a smile on her grimy face, “are those the stars?”

I looked up, greeted by a thick veil of clouds in the sky, the light of the moon barely making it through. I was about to correct her when I finally saw what she saw. A little swarm of firefly’s buzzed overhead, their warm yellow glow filling the sky overhead. I looked back down at Jay, she had wrapped her hand around my wrist, the one pressed against her wound, as she looked up in awe.

“Mhm, those are stars, I told you I’d take you to see them, didn’t I?” I said, my throat tightening and eyes burning.

“Do they always move so funny like that?” She asked. I sat back a little pulling her to lean against me so she could see them better, one arm still pressed against her as she lay on my chest.

“Oh no, this is a special day,” I said, pushing her hair back from her face, “these are called shooting stars, and you’re supposed to make a wish on them.” She made a rasping sound, which I think may have been a laugh.

“Can I make a wish?” She asked.

“Of course, you can wish for whatever you like,” I said, watching the firefly’s as my vision blurred, blinking back tears. I will not let my tears ruin this for her, I scolded myself, letting her have this moment, pressing my forehead against the top of her head.

“‘Tina…. I wish that we could watch the stars like this everyday,” she murmured. I felt my face contort into an ugly expression of grief and rage, all bunched up and crazed, and was glad I had turned her away from me. I cleared my throat as I looked back up at the firefly’s.

“That’s a good one, kid, we can make that happen,” I reassured her. She smiled and I winced at the sight of blood on her lips.

“Will you watch them with me?” She asked, and my heart clenched as I was struck again by how young she was; how little she’d lived.

“Of course I will,” I said with a smile, “look how pretty they are,” I said, directing her face back to the sky. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, but she still reached out her other arm to the sky.

“Pretty,” she rasped, and I gritted my teeth as I held on to her, trying to prolong the moments she had left.

“Tina, I’m a little tired,” she said, coughing weakly and I wrapped myself around her.

“That’s okay, you can watch the stars until you fall asleep, okay? I’ll hold you until you fall asleep,” I said and she smiled again, brown doe eyes filled with the little glow of firefly’s.

“Thank you for saving me,” she said, coughing again.

“Hey now, no more talking okay?” Her blood trickled freely between my fingers now, “you just look at your stars.”

She mumbled something unintelligible as she did. I watched as her eyes grew heavier, her grip on my wrist falling away. I took in a deep shuddering breath, just a little longer. She gave me one last smile as her eyes finally fell closed, her lungs heaving one last time with wasted effort, as her life slipped away between my hands.

“Jay?” I called gently, bringing her up, and when she didn’t respond a choked sob escaped and hot tears tracked through the soot on my face as I clutched her limp body against me. “I’m so sorry,” I cried, a burning in the pit of my stomach making me want to gag, but I held on.

“Metina?” Temun called again, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet, not looking up as he approached. “Metina…” he fell to his knees and I saw his hands reach out to Jay, “oh,” he breathed out, realising it was over.

I pressed a kiss to her temple, laying my cheek against her head. “I showed her the stars,” I said gesturing to the firefly’s that were slowly disappearing, “just like I promised.”

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Fun fact this is probably the first time Metina has cried over someone’s death in over a decade.

Desperate for sleep but I have to note this scene somewhere so I write it later

- no particular wip

- MC escaped with prisoner who’s never seen stars and they wish on firefly’s

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍🏻

Tagged by @tizniz 🩵

I think next snippet I might tell you more about this wip … maybe … I’m still debating whether to keep it a secret for a bit longer 🤪.

Anyway … have some more angsty feels from my secret buddie wip

Prev snippets here and here.

The ambulance comes to a screeching halt outside the hospital and then everything happens in a bit of a blur.

Eddie is unloaded, Buck’s hand clenched around Eddie’s tightly like a lifeline as the trauma team wheel Eddie inside the glass doors.

Inevitably, Buck has to release his grip on Eddie before they take him through to surgery, but it feels like he's severing a part of himself, the pain rippling through his body and threatening to bring him to his knees.

Someone is talking to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm and breaking through his trance.

“Are you a family member?” The woman asks, her voice urgent yet still kind.

Buck nods his head, wiping at the tears on his cheeks. “Yea, yes. I'm his partner, his - his boyfriend,” he chokes out.

The woman nods in understanding and says something else before she’s hurrying off behind the doors after Eddie and the trauma team, but Buck doesn’t quite register it, the sounds around him beginning to become muffled.

Buck watches with a sense of hopelessness as Eddie disappears behind another set of doors, feeling like he's being pulled apart at the seams.

He slumps against a nearby wall, sinking down to the ground as the sobs he’s been holding in finally break free from his chest and wrack through his body.

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[yourlocalabstraction]

COTL Bishop Merch Updates

Here are the blorbos I’ve completed so far

OK SOOOO the original plan was to make these as pillow keychains but I’m starting to consider other options

[jtl-fics]

if it’s in line with what you’re writing at the time you get to this, ‘d love to see more seth/kevin innuendo teasing in new kings

but otherwise let’s see those dorks revived

WIP Wednesday 12-27-23 (Closed) | New Kings AU

That is what has Andrew follow them. Kevin sees how Andrew is sweating, "When is the last time you took a dose?" he asks.

"I want to be mostly sober when I see him." Andrew says.

"You're going to puke on his shoes." Kevin rolls his eyes.

"Then I'll get him new shoes. The ones he has right now are terrible anyways." Andrew dismisses, "I need to be in control of myself before I knock him over the head." he says.

[fallra]

Some old weird pieces I made.

Without explanation, you're not gonna understand the full picture of all of these, so I'm not gonna explain anything.

Kirby and his little brothers, Falspar and Dragato in sunglasses, the defeat of Fecto Elfilis, Papi becoming the new Death and little baby Meta.

[charrchan]

I've been reading The First Leaves That Fall by @c-l-y-d-e and it's so good!! I'm not quite caught up yet but I'm enjoying it so much!

Instrument: RAV Vast B Onoleo

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Time to ramble about the song! I read chapter 5 yesterday and kept thinking about the scene where Yugi gets lost in the forest and asks the spirit to lead him out. So, when playing my RAV Vast I took inspiration for an improv piece that I then tried to replicate to record. :)

I used only 7 of the 9 notes, specifically because I wanted to stick to the notes I can use on my drum to play the traditional Japanese song "Sakura Sakura" (it's in a slight different key but you can certainly recognise the tune!). I thought it would be a nice nod to the story's setting and themes. You can here me go up the scale at a couple points! :) It's certainly not a traditional Japanese scale but it's the closest I can get on my drum. I wanted to have a repeating downwards scale with some mild clashing to show how Yugi was probably feeling a little panicked as the sun went down, even as the spirit leads him out he's probably still quite unsettled. I made some tapping noises to hint towards the sound of the spirit's sandles as he walks.

I tried to mix it as best I could but tongue drums are kinda hard to record. ^^; Overall, I think this piece could use some polishing but I'm just here to have fun. :)

I'm excited to read more of this fic!!!! :D

[angrybatart]

Gave him more spikes, and changed Jolly's pose.

Reference shots from my moth's perspective! They don't have a Tumblr blog that I know of. Otherwise I'd be able to tag/credit them, but I got permission to share them! They were very eager to help out. Lol

"Having the best time of my life."

"Bat's getting chewed up."

"This isn't about them."