#wip the same coin

[akindofmagictoo]

secret third WIP 👀

@ellatholmes @e-lisard @klywrites much love for all of you <3

you will have to bear in mind a couple things: this is a revamp of an existing concept that never made it to first draft, and a lot of what i'm revamping is still very up in the air. oh, and also, this contains lots of spoilers because i can't talk out my plot without including twists.

but essentially our story follows Nyx, an assassin/soldier on behalf of a country at war; Albin, a prince of a nearby country which has broken off contact with Nyx's people some time ago ... and also the guy Nyx was meant to be killing at the start of the plot; and arguably Minerva, who is the main reason Nyx and Albin don't kill each other by page five.

Nyx's people are known as the Underworld. Albin comes from the Upperworld. there is some kind of physical separation; probably a big cliff. the Underworld has control of the underground water supply, which was cut off some decades ago (through no fault of their own). in response, the Upperworld cut off communication and has been refusing any interaction.

here's what I do have. Nyx is on an assassination mission, i think. her people are at war, invaded by [probably] underground shapeshifting monsters. they have been trying to call for help for literal decades, and no one's listening, so it's murder time. logic of "if this doesn't get their attention nothing else will". except ... she doesn't make it there. she's ended up in prison, accused of murdering the queen. she was here to do a murder, yes ... but she's pretty sure she didn't do that one.

she's approached by Minerva, a member of the Upperworld's court, who offers an opportunity to get out. she has to go on a dangerous quest to retrieve a stone of some variety, which according to prophecy will reunite the countries and end the war. Nyx likes Not Being In Prison, and agrees. except she also has to travel with Albin, the murdered queen's son. and also the guy she was supposed to be murdering. great. cool. fine. no one is happy about this except maybe Minerva.

(Nyx is a little bit happier when she is informed that if she kills Albin in the stone's location it will be helpful for her, she just has to persevere).

now, here is where things get messy (both in and out of world). Minerva is a shapeshifter, but she has defected to come help the Upperworld and Underworld to get their act together. or has she?

the stone would be useful for the war, but it's also within the stronghold of the shapeshifters, deep underground. will Nyx and Albin get there? or will they both die? is Minerva's claim that Nyx can sacrifice Albin for the stone legit, or has she perhaps said the same thing to Albin? is the prophecy even real...?

(short answer: prophecy not real, Minerva is trying to get them both killed and deepen the civil war so there's no chance of reunion and thus victory)

(however, tough luck for Minerva, Nyx and Albin grow to actually care about each other and manage to pull through, save each other on several occasions (after the occasions where they tried to kill each other), and reunite their two countries to drive out the shapeshifters)

primarily i have lots of feelings about Nyx and Albin as characters so i'll follow this up with a reblog, hang on.

[theprissythumbelina]

Mortal Sparks

Wooow writing- I've done some. Just now. A little angsty, but I think Nicolette is entitled.

Neither of them spoke. Night had fully fallen, and there was no moon yet. The pale gravel of the road was the only landmark that Nicolette could make out. She chanced a look at Alyss, still spread across the oak roots as if she did this every day, as if she was comfortable. Her outline was only a darker shadow against the dark trees. Nicolette couldn’t even feel her life force. The push push of blood pulsing through veins was strangely absent. Fear seized like ice inside Nicolette. She grabbed at Alyss, her shoulder, her hand, fumbling fingers around her wrist. As soon as she touched her, Nicolette knew she was losing her mind. Alyss was warm, living, with skin that flexed under her fingertips.  “What the hades-” Alyss batted away her hands. Nicolette burst into sobs. Grateful sobs.  “I thought- I thought-,” she covered her fance with her hands and retreated back to a curl. She cried on her own for a moment, until hands started to pull at her arms.  “What was that?” Alyss asked, “You can’t just grab a girl…” “I thought - I thought you - had died - I couldn’t feel -” Nicolette gasped out nonsense.  Alyss was stronger than her, and had gotten control of her arms.  “I’m here,” Alyss offered, clearly befuddled. “I don’t think I’m dead, at least.” “No,” Nicolette gulped in air, easier without hands over her face. “No, it’s me.” 

I don't even remember who wants to be tagged on these so

@thatndginger @amaiguri @sergeantnarwhalwrites @winterandwords and hey @thetruearchmagos you wanna know something fun??? You remember that little plan I shared with you?

It's not Nicolette that's the problem here XD

[millportisntreal]

Hiii

I saw your wipw post, could I ask for a snippet from Two Sides, Same Coin? I love the jostwins

Thank youu :D

Hello!! Yes of course you can! Here is a bit of Nathaniel teaching Jean English in the nest (and Nathaniel doesn’t know French because he did not go on the run with their mother so it is Hard)

Nathaniel decided to start with the basics, ones that Jean would know or understand the easiest. Also, the ones that were most vital for him to know now that he, too, was property of the Moriyamas and a captive bird in the Nest. A rudimentary depiction of an exy court with the word "court" written in blocky letters was first, followed by drawings and descriptions of “goal,” “bench,” and “referee.” Jean huffed when Nathaniel wrote the word "racquet" next to a small image of an exy stick.

He pointed aggressively at the word. "Ce mot est français…racquet is French." The English came out sticky, as if the sounds did not want to fall off his tongue.

[theomencometh]

you know i gotta ask you about ace sam fic xoxo

YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

okay this fic was prompted by the lack of ace fic for cobra kai on ao3, and the fact that at the time i created the wip there were NO fics where samantha larusso is ace despite it being abundantly clear that this lady is not attracted to men, she is performing femininity in an attempt to fit in and miguel is a very safe person to do that with. it's samtory because feminism and they are crazy obsessed with each other. here are the two paragraphs of thoughts that i sent gregory when first conceiving the idea:

"i just think that the whole slut/prude thing and how aware she is of everyone's expectations of her would intersect with the whole ace thing in a really interesting way. like. she knows that as a teen girl there's this unspoken thing where she's supposed to want sex but she can't let anyone know she wants sex but she's supposed to find boys hot and she doesn't and the thought of having sex with anyone makes her want to throw up but it's too late for her to be a late bloomer and then she discovers that she likes tory so maybe she's a lesbian but she doesn't want to have sex with her either and now she's failed to be the perfect expected teen girl Twice because she likes other girls but she doesn't like them enough to want to have sex like every other person in the world

"and then of course the whole thing about intense bloody rivalries is that they're homoerotic right. it's not homoromantic it's about the passion and fire and how fighting and sex can be two sides of the same coin in that regard so does tory even like her for anything more than that passion? if she can't give tory more than a few heated makeout sessions then will tory want to stay?"

anyway. ace!sam 2025!!!! let's go!!!! it's just little scenes right now but idk hopefully for ace awareness week this year i'll get it done since i've been working on it since 2022

[malifiquemakes]

I've been gone a little while, so lovely to come back to over 500 followers, thanks everyone! Please have some wips as a token of my appreciation <3

[krikeymate]

Just noticed for something I'm writing (finally finishing off IIELYIWLM), but how perfectly matched are Sam and Tara's injuries at the end of 6. Tara's left arm is injured, and Sam's right shoulder. They can still stand together, right shoulder to left. When back to back, their injuries match. The way they match, two parts of one whole.

[regulusrules]

The journey of writing MBARBYC is truly changing my perspective on a lot of things. I'm simply loving the fact that, for the first time ever, I'm writing a WIP, and how it's fueling me to become consistent, not just in updates but in life as well.

Honestly I have always avoided posting WIPs like a plague, but now? I'm finding it freeing in ways I had no recollection of before. The fact that there is always something to go back home to do - the fact that there are a few handful people reading your fic, waiting for you - and the fact that you're building a little community of friends who are willing to go to the end of its line with you.

Writing stops being about validation or kudos in WIPs, and instead, you're more interested in hearing your readers bash you with invisible maces for what you're doing to their favourite characters, or giving you multi-coloured hearts for healing them. And in these few comments, these few expressions of love, you realise we're all just sides of the same coin, sharing our love for fandom in different manners.

Truly freaking awesome

[taketheringtolohac]

So since blaseball is ending, I’ve officially decided to amnesty all of my blaseball related WIPs given the fact that blaseball is incredibly difficult to learn about when it isn’t actually happening.

The first in my series of amnesty fics is about Parker being a clone specifically designed to be “better” versions of himself that his mother (the Coin) created of him so that he would be more efficient and also so that she could manipulate his memories to forget that she was ever his mother. Parker IIIII finds out about this after starting to experience flashbacks when Parker MacMillian is revealed in the Library’s Prehistory for the first time and discovers a series of records related to the cloning experiment in a classified section of Blaseball HQ. You can read it here!

[seedlessmuffins]

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[navybrat817]

Navy's Nonsense: 4/24 - 4/30

God the Bounty Hunter took over my blog last weekend, lovelies. Let's return to my regularly scheduled nonsense, shall we? Or not. 😂 Planned fic below will be posted this week! Anything else shared if there's time is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. 💙

Planned nonsense posted 4/27: Two Sides of the Same Coin (Bucky Barnes x Reader, The Winter Soldier x Reader)

Unplanned nonsense posted 4/29: So Innocent (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Unplanned nonsense posted 4/29: Long Night (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Unplanned nonsense posted 4/29: Take the Edge Off (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Did you miss last week's Nonsense? No worries! Check it out here. Love and thanks for reading. 💙

[akindofmagictoo]

last line tag

i have a lot of old ones kicking around, but i also just wrote a bunch for my class (Secret Third WIP)

we shall count this as a tag from: @zmwrites @diphthongsfordays @talesofsorrowandofruin @memento-morri-writes

here is the new opening, still involving Nyx being a snarky teenager

Sundown marked approximately four hours that Nyx had been lying on the floor of a prison cell. Said floor was hardly comfortable and her head ached, and to add insult to injury, she hadn’t even had the chance to commit a crime first. The severe-looking Upperworlders who’d thrown her in here had said she’d been arrested for the attempted murder of their queen, but that was bullshit. She hadn’t been anywhere near the queen. But she was an Underworlder in the exact wrong place, and that was probably the real reason they’d arrested her. It was definitely the reason for the bruise under her eye and the scabbing cut on her lip. At least now it was nighttime, so it wasn’t blindingly bright anymore, which meant she could think.

tagging @ashen-crest @isherwoodj and anyone else who wants to play!

[ellierenae]

Got a new WIP under my belt that the FNaF fans are gonna LOVE

It's called Company Town Arcade and it's a dystopian orphanage where kids go to "play" and to survive- maintaining their own living quarters in order to earn tokens and play claw machines that dispense "goodies" like food, blankets, tents, and bottled water.

First paragraph (subject to change)...

The claw game sirens rang out in clownish delight, lights strobbing wildly as the girls crept between them. Pink. Blue. White, white, white. The kids were only sixteen, and this was their first job: restacking the chocolate ball prizes, buzzers blaring in their ear pieces when the stack fell off-center, when they would be too easy to win. "RESTACK! RESTACK! RESTACK!" it cried until they shoved the water bottles, the sleeping bags, the TV dinner prizes back, back to an unwinnable ledge. Then it rang and laughed and oozed with sadistic pleasure. "ONE token! You've earned ONE token! HAHAHA!"

[sorryiwasasleep]

ive written myself into a corner with literally all of multi-chapter work-in-progress fics rn and lady inspiration refuses to visit :( so I can’t rely on her to power me through and ugh because I want to update my fics but my brain won’t cooperate :/

[millportisntreal]

hiii if you’re still taking asks two sides same coin please!!

-@you-know-i-get-itt

Absolutely Gia!! This is a continuation of the one I just posted here where Nathaniel is attempting to help Jean learn English after he’s taken from France

Nathaniel hesitated briefly, but continued to write and draw the little pictographs. He didn't know how much time they had before Riko came knocking, bored of just having Kevin to boss around after practice, and he wanted Jean to have a fighting chance. The Nest, the Master, the lines on the court all were scribbled hastily on the page, caught between horizontal blue lines. He tried to have Jean practice them out loud, but the French teen was as stubborn as he was talented.

"C’est quoi le but ?" His gray eyes bored into the side of Nathaniel's head, but the shorter of the two met his gaze head-on. He did not have to understand French to read body language, to understand that Jean had not yet been broken by two years of brutal training, punishment, and humiliation. Nathaniel couldn’t decide if the feeling in his gut was jealousy or pity.

[subtlefires]

waking up at 2am to jot down hm ideas turned into yet another very painful dual pov scene where seven and dazeah unintentionally hurt each other while trying to be more like the other

[lucky-fy]

For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)

I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).

The general pitch is as follows :

AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.

In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.

They bond :)

NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D