#wip weds

[almostempty]

wip weekend edition + the most beautiful thing i've ever seen

thank you to @magneticecstasy for tagging me, and for the lovelies who tagged me on the last couple weds @evolnoomym, @itwasntimethatdidit40,

@mermaidgirl30, @thundermartini, @gothcsz

@hoelaris made a divorced dad rock dilf joel (or creed!joel as i'm lovingly referring to him as) mood board and I've not stopped thinking about it for a single moment--it's so incredibly perfect pls enjoy it with me:

this did inspire me to get my shit together and start typing so just for u bb, here is a lil snippet but no real plot spoilers:

additionally, i've been making progress on the belated fucktober fic for @baronessvonglitter <3; here's the tiniest out-of-context peek at Oberyn + What's Love Got to Do with It (I was feeling nervous about writing him, so thank you to @sunshinehaze1 and @auteurdelabre for giving me some really wonderful suggestions-- (un)fortunately the only one that stuck was "SLUT HIM UP" but i hope you still enjoy when it's done heh)

last thing in progress is a lil something for @auteurdelabre, here is a completely out-of-context snip for my own accountability, not telling who the star of the show is heheh

since i've already tagged a million people in my general yapping throughout this post, I'll keep it short:

no presh tags for @lovely-vamp-princess bc i'm excited for cryptid!joel !

and @swankyorange bc i'm still thinkin about jealous joel

[brawlite]

happy wip weds have a teensy bit more of this steter haunted house thing

[nontoxic-writes]

thanks for the tags, @firenati0n, @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius!!

i dont have anything new to post for wip weds and honestly the job search has been wiping me outtttt and im too tired to dig through 65k+ words for a good snippet so i'll say that today is april 10th and for Reasons, i wish this was ready to post now (and that it had a title lmao) because cat's out of the bag with this one:

(cw for suicidal thoughts)

Henry blinks, and the fantasy falls away. It's just him, alone, at the stern of the Titanic, the ocean churning beneath him and a bleak future awaiting him once it docks. He only has six days left with Henry Fox before he has to be buried, before he no longer has a life to himself at all. Six days, and he still isn't entirely sure who Henry Fox is, who he would like to be if he had more. Without thinking, he steps onto the first rung of the railing, then the next, then the next, until he swings his leg over. It’s only then that he realizes what it is he’s doing. He glances at the sky again. It’s still an empty black, no stars blinking back at him. He leans forward, hands gripping the railing behind him, and he contemplates it. It would be quick, at least. He's certain that the weight of his secrets will pull him straight to the ocean floor. "Henry?" Henry’s head whips around, and the universe must have the the most twisted sense of humor. "Alex?!"

a titanic au? from nontoxic? likely place for it to be.

no-pressure tagging @indestructibleheart, @welcometololaland, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @rmd-writes and @maxbegone, also an open tag for anyone who wants it, im sorry im so braindead and literally cannot remember anyone at the moment, someone please send sleep.

[bloodiedrogue]

hi this bloodweave concept based on @ssalballoon's breathtaking comic (which you can read here) has taken over my mind so sorry for ignoring all my other wips :')

as an apology here's a snippet because i literally cannot resist:

[celinamarniss]

I recently pulled the notes and bits of drafts for the fic Experiments out of the back of the (metaphorical) drawer and dusted them off. Maybe now I'll finally write it? I found a few short scraps for a scene in which Mara goes to check in with Karrde, and so:

He’d found another abandoned resort, a staging ground for safaris that had folded during the early days of the Empire. The resort consisted of a series of buildings rising out of a grassy plain like giant mushrooms, the circular floors lifted above the ground by thin support beams. 

Several circular platforms served as landing pads, connected to the other buildings by a set of bridges that ran from mushroom to mushroom. Mara set down her shuttle on the landing platform nearest to the mushroom that housed Karrde’s office. Aves was waiting for her, leaning against the railing that ran around the edge. 

“Hey, Mara,” he called, raising a hand. 

“Aves.” She swung her carryall over her shoulder and moved past him toward the bridge. 

He fell into step with her. “Long trip?” 

Mara grunted. 

“How’s Skywalker?” 

She cut him a sharp, insincere smile. “Why Aves, do you have a crush on my boyfriend?” 

“Not as big as the one Karrde has on him,” Aves shot back. 

“No doubt.” 

-----about ten minutes later-----

Mara dropped into the chair across from his desk. Digging through the carryall, she pulled out a datachip case and tossed it on the desk before dumping the carryall onto the ground and leaning back in the chair. 

“You look tired,” Karrde said. “Are you taking care of yourself?” 

“I’m fine,” she bristled. “Didn’t get much sleep hauling my ass halfway across the galaxy to meet you. I’m not a kid anymore.” 

“Complain to me in fifteen years time, when you’re approaching my age.” 

He was still watching her with a calculating look in his eye. Kreth. “How’s Luke?” he asked. 

“Great. Fantastic in the sack.” 

He didn’t even blink. “I have a few datacards for him for you to take back with you.” 

“Sure.” 

[cricketnationrise]

wip weds 24.6

its both wip weds and the day after i finished my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, so y'all get one last bit of it before it gets posted in the next month or two

thanks for the tags, your snippets were delightful to catch up on when i got home from work today @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @firenati0n @three-drink-amy @adreamareads

@iboatedhere @onthewaytosomewhere @thesleepyskipper @nocoastposts and @orchidscript

The gym has been decorated to the nines for the dance, streamers and gauzy fabric panels hanging from the rafters and draped over every available surface. There’s white picket archways set up around the perimeter of the room, providing selfie opportunities and more places to lay fabric and tack up fake greenery. Seriously, it’s like the dance committee raided a Joanne’s Fabrics without regard for anyone else’s sensibilities. Nora gives her ticket to the bored-out-of-his-mind Spanish teacher manning the check-in table and slips inside. Just like every other school dance, it’s both ridiculously crowded and hotter than hell—there’s already signs of frizz on almost every girl’s hairdo, despite the scent of hairspray lingering in the air. She can’t find June anywhere.

an open tag for anyone looking for an excuse and some specific ones under the cut!

@inexplicablymine @welcometololaland @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl @dumbpeachjuice @wordsofhoneydew

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cactusdragon517 @leaves-of-laurelin @sherryvalli @rmd-writes

@heysweetheart-writes @getmehighonmagic @missanniewhimsy @montrealmadison @dr-book

[uhhhhmanda]

WIP wednesday

I'm going to bed in like 5 minutes but I just remembered that it's Wednesday so here's a little snippet of the "Yohan accidentally finds out Gaon's gay" fic I'm trying desperately to finish:

A few weeks later, Yohan was the drunk one. Not as drunk as Minseo had been, but he’d had a lot more than usual. “Alright,” said K, moving the bottle down the bar. “Out with it.” “Stop smirking.” K did not stop smirking. “How do you know this isn’t about work?” K scoffed. “I’m that obvious?” K patted his shoulder. “Fine,” Yohan sighed. “I overheard something. And now I know that Gaon’s gay.” “That’s good, though, right?” “I’ve been flirting like my life depends on it, but I haven't gotten a reaction out of him. He doesn't seem to realize that I’m serious — that I’m not joking. I’m starting to worry that since neither of us are out that, at best, he’ll never take my advances seriously, so I’ll never be able to gauge whether or not my interest is reciprocated. Or, worse, he might start to think that I know he’s gay and I’m mocking him.” “Hmm.” K drummed his fingertips on the bar. “What if Judge Kim was also to overhear something?

[shardminds]

wip wednesday!!!

this is the prelude to smut and i’m sorry about it

“Did you want me to stay?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Hm.” Lucien kissed her again. And again. She touched his forehead with her own, wishing there was some way he could see, could understand, how much she did and didn’t know. How much of this was still an enigma.

“I always wanted you to stay,” His finger dipped lower, past her sternum to her belly, continuing his absentminded patterns, eyes on hers the entire time. Each sweep of his fingers sinking deeper into her bones “I just didn’t know how to ask.”

She wanted to kiss him. She always wanted to kiss him. Desperately. Until there was nothing but the taste of his laugh, the echo of his breath. Clutching at autumn’s soft first touches. The promise of wildfire in her veins.

Elain gasped as his wandering hand ventured lower again, slipping over coarse hair and beyond that still. Each inch a teasing touch against her flesh, a dance to the heat of her core. The wetness that pooled there.

“Try now.”

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you fo the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @bonheur-cafe 💚

This is from my 3x08 coda - when one traumatic moment in Carlos' life sends him back in time to another.

Carlos watches the TV with unblinking eyes and squeezes the handle of his carry-on. Razor-sharp, an image zaps into his mind. He sees the Twin Towers on the old TV set at his parents’ house, the smoke pumping out of the torn-open buildings, the collapse. The morning sky above New York was beyond blue. Vivid and unreal. The shade a child would choose. As a child he sat in his father’s lap and watched the strange sharklike shadow enter the North Tower from the side. Over and over. The flames leapt into the sky and back again, maintaining their shape and brilliance and violence until overwhelmed by pure black plumes of smoke that scarred the blue forever, really. Blue skies, Carlos thinks, have never been the same after that.

Ten years later, he was a teenager learning about the timeline of 9/11 in school. He had his own recollections and feelings about the day, but there was more distance by then, and he was studying it forensically. Biology. Politics. He watched the footage of the dusty and confused survivors wandering and coughing; the noise of screams and cracking. As an adult who knows Owen Strand, and who has heard his stories, 9/11 has felt a lot closer and even bigger – even more sad. The scale of loss that nobody could grasp at the beginning is palpable now.

Tagging: @heartstringsduet @catanisspicy @paperstorm @inflarescent @jesuisici33 @freneticfloetry @noxsoulmate @largepeachicedtea @welcometololaland @orchidscript @basilsunrise @mikibwrites @rmd-writes @ambiguouspenny @theghostofashton @taralaurel @rosedavid @chicgeekgirl89 @alrightbuckaroo @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @ladytessa74 @goodways @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @chaotictarlos - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever, just a sort of bumbling excitement. Imagine a golden retriever reading your snippets and then spinning around and sitting down on them (me). ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙💜

[octopussoap]

WIP Weds 💚🌿

Excerpt from ch8 of Silver Springs:

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“May I ask you something?” Hermione nods through a bite of her food. “In October, when I first asked you what you wanted, you told me that you didn’t want any of this. If that’s the case, then why accept our match? Why participate in the Edict at all?”

After swallowing, she wipes her mouth carefully with her napkin and sighs. “Refusal to take part was never a realistic option for me, the same way it wasn’t for you.”

Draco’s eyes narrow as he considers this. Though for different reasons, they are both caged by public perception and their histories post-war. Scrutinised closely and given no quarter.

Just one of their unexpected commonalities.

“You could have refused me, though. You’re Hermione Granger – the committee would have accepted your petition to refuse.”

“It’s Granger-Malfoy, these days.” He gives a subtle smirk at her correction. “And perhaps you’re right,” she takes a slow slip of water, considering her next words. “Be that as it may, I was always going to accept whatever match I received. It’s a double-edged sword, being her; Hermione Granger, the Golden Girl.” With a rueful shake of her head, she continues, “Despite years of everyone telling me how brilliant I am, I’m not actually allowed to act like I know better than anyone, including the Ministry.”

Although, in this case, with the Edict and the pairing magic, Hermione has no qualms with the government at all. But she doesn’t say that to Draco.

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ch8 coming soon to ao3! 💚🌿

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

in my current commission, being mildly to moderately possessed by the ghost of Oscar Wilde

[almostempty]

wip weds!

thank you @mermaidgirl30

i desperately needed to get fuckboy!joel part 4 out of my head and i did it! He's here!

so now i'm hoping to get all the trope challenges out on time (nothing like a looming deadline to make my adhd work for me) and then more action for the Paris, Texas bbs before i return to my fav divorced dilf joel

BUT INSTEAD OF THOSE LOOK AT THIS: it's ur bff's brother frankie! why is he so hot?? idk! is he kinda pathetic?? absolutely!

@auteurdelabre @gothcsz

@magneticecstasy @thundermartini

@itwasntimethatdidit40 @bitchesuntitled

@ace-turned-confused @syd-djarin

@evolnoomym @baronessvonglitter

orrrr anyone, sorry if u were already tagged

[brawlite]

happy wip weds, have some steter

[nontoxic-writes]

okay i honestly forgot it was wednesday until i opened tumblr and saw the tags oops.

thank you so much @firenati0n, @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @stereopticons for the tags!!!

here’s some unedited words from the new henry pov chapter(s) that im apparently adding to this wip even though its already 40k ugh

Alex had been a breath of fresh air.

Slightly tipsy and his eyes ablaze on Henry’s, he had felt it—that wildfire that terrified him at the Olympics catching fire.

Henry never wanted anything as badly as he wanted Alex in that moment, and then he had opened his rude, American mouth, and Henry knew he was a goner.

Not that he hadn’t spent the last four years playing over that moment at the Olympics, taking it out, examining it by candlelight, by moonlight, by the bright midday sun. All hours, all places. He would take it out in the library at Kensington over afternoon tea and trace over the way Alex’s mouth had formed every letter of his name. He would take it out in the gardens after breakfast and make sure he hasn’t forgotten the specific shade of brown of Alex’s eyes. He would take it out over meetings with his grandmother at Buckingham and study the way Alex’s eyelashes brushed over his cheekbone. He would take it out on his way to Paris for the convention and conjure up that spark he’d felt in his chest.

He’s aware he has been entirely gone on Alex since the moment they met.

But at the wedding, when Alex’s singular, inebriated focus was on Henry, it took every ounce of energy in his body not to fall at Alex’s feet and beg him to allow Henry to worship there.

Alex had been snide, condescending, and downright rude.

It made Henry’s jaw ache from holding back on the things he wished to say.

i feel like mostly everyones done this by now, but absolutely no pressure tagging @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @beautifulhigh, @cha-melodius, @inexplicablymine and an open tag for anyone else who wants to slide into wip weds last minute (or like wip thursday or friday or whatever, i certainly dont judge). if you take the open tag please tag me, i want to see what yall are working on!

[bloodiedrogue]

okay it's pretty much wip weds so here's a big ol' preview of the first chapter of my rugan mini-series because i'm so fucking excited for it :') i hope i can get this out asap rocky because in my mind him and syl are the cutest couple ever!!

“You’re the one ol’ Seamus was mentioning?” 

As he speaks, he slowly sits up with a groan. Allowing her to explore his features further —unfortunately coming to the conclusion that he’s honestly quite attractive. With light hair and quite arguably the bluest eyes she’s ever seen, he’s got the facial structure of a proper noble. With a stiff jaw and pronounced cheekbones, she’s surprised he looks as good as he does considering his line of work. Having seen her fair share of busted-up mercenaries, it’s certainly a surprising sight. 

“I am, yeah.”

“You bring coin?”

Without missing a beat she discards her lantern on the nearest surface before bending down towards the base of her skirt, lifting the hem a little past her knee to reveal a hidden bag containing a pouch of gold. 

“Five hundred. Just like you asked.” 

He gives her a sly grin, curiously raising his hand to his lips. “And you’re aware that’s just the speaker's fee?” 

“Mhm.” 

After grabbing the pouch, she tosses it over, watching him catch it with ease before handing it off to his friend. Both of them staring as the tiefling practically tears it open with a grin.  

“Alright, go on then.” 

“I need to get to Daggerford as soon as possible,” she begins. Taking a moment to wet her lips with her tongue. Immediately noticing the way the human’s brow rises. “I have a friend waiting for me there —an important one who’s willing to pay you for your services once we arrive safely.”

“Daggerford?” 

She nods, watching as he looks back towards the tiefling. Neither one of them speaking but clearly communicating in their own way, causing her to nervously continue. “I’m sure you’re already aware of the time it’d take to get there, considering it’s along the major trade route but—“

“Listen, lass, I’ll be honest. We don’t normally take escort missions,” he interrupts. His voice is unbearably nice in tone, bordering on sickly sweet as he shuffles toward the edge of the bed.

“May I ask why?”

“Liabilities.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks up at her with a smile, flashing a well-kept set of teeth before pursing his lips. “Most of your lot tend to expire before they make it to their desired destinations.”

Her stomach lurches at the thought before the insulting tone of his voice registers against her ears, making her frown. “What do you mean by my lot?”

Again, all he does is smile and shrug. Looking so smug that she has to fight the urge to throw her palm against that pretty-looking cheek of his. 

Something he immediately notices as he lets out a low chuckle. “No need to get offended, dear, I’m just telling the truth. Rich folk like you tend to lack the understanding of what it is we do.”

“Which is?”

“Go where the money is first of all.” 

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[celinamarniss]

A little bit of scene-setting from the next chapter of Thrones, Dominions (posting Friday!):

Mara stepped into the room. The rugs and conversation circles that had once furnished the audience chamber had been removed and the floor was bare and cold. She could feel the grime that had accumulated on the soles of her feet against the slick marble, setting her teeth on edge. Without looking back, she could sense the doors closing behind her, sealing her in. 

This particular chamber, with its grey marble floors and obsidian walls carved with scenes from the Great Sith War, had always reminded her of a cave. As she stepped over the threshold she noticed a subliminal hum echoing against the stone walls, more vibration than sound. It seemed to throb just at the edges of her senses, intensifying in pitch as she entered the chamber, the hum vibrating through her bones. 

A gleam caught at the corner of her eye. Two Sith lords, carved into the stone, bent their heads together in eternal conference. Set into a small recess between them was a pure blue crystal and the note in her head seemed to swell in recognition as she looked at it. Further down, yellow facets winked from between the sculpted fangs of a serpentine creature. A purple crystal adorned the crown of a Jedi in battle, her lightsaber held high over her head as the thin etched line of a blaster bolt pierced her heart. Kyber crystals. Dozens of them, stripped from the lightsabers of the Jedi order and set into the walls like trophies. 

Luke had shown her the golden-hued crystal in his own saber once. At the time had assumed that it was the first kyber crystal she’d ever seen. He and Vader were the only Force-sensitive servants of the Emperor who had been allowed the use of a lightsaber, and despite all the times she’d been invited into this chamber before, Mara had never realized the significance of the crystals set into the obsidian walls. 

No, not obsidian. Polished cortosis, the carved lines shining in the light. She hadn’t been able to identify it the last time she had been invited into the Emperor’s suites. Thrawn had shown her a slab of the ore, and Luke had confirmed that it could short out a lightsaber blade. This room was a Sith’s den, a bunker, protected on all sides and lined with the treasures of the order he had destroyed.