#yay new wip

[kiki-is-writing]

gonna introduce u guys to the characters in my new unnamed wip so i can start shitposting about them. they're all coworkers at a sandwich shop on a beach-town-island type place

FAITH -- mc, surfer ex-catholic with extreme mommy issues who self-medicates with weed and the beach. she tries to be a nonjudgemental person but people just suck too much. favorite activity is hustling pool

KEYES -- faith's adoptive brother who should be wearing crocs, dropped out of college after a week so he could surf instead of going to class. favorite activity is insisting that a jimmy buffet x ozzy ozbourne collab would create world peace.

BAY -- pickup truck stoner lesbian with an affinity for crystals, drugs, and witchery. favorite activity is sleeping with people and trying to read their tarot cards afterwards

SOLSTICE aka SUNNY -- 18 year old part-time worker who was put on this earth to humble people and convince austin that the shop is haunted. favorite activity is being mean to people she went to high school with.

COHEN -- sandwich shop owner, ex-con and classic rock superfan who named all the sandwiches on the menu after his employees and john bonham. favorite activity is being the reason his restaurant smells like weed.

AUSTIN -- cohen's nephew who's on summer break, frat boy, thinks puka shell necklaces are cool, believes in ghosts. favorite activity is being the center of attention even though he has no discernible talents

silly excerpt from the beginning

taglist (dm to be +/-) (i only have 1 taglist)

@dallonwrites @ghostsofmemories @rataltouille @jennawritesstories @avasghost

@cilantrospirit

@coffeeandcalligraphy @phiwrites @lottieiswriting @orevius

wip tag is #wip [lamb of god]

[turbo-tsundere]

Chibi Gonta for the soul <3

[nordsea-horizons]

working on new things..☁️☁️

[zkyfall]

Say goodbye to the boys before I ruin them with acrylic

[starfishir]

Kinito animatic wip ( ͈ര ̫ര ͈) ⊹`𓈒

A little nibble, a little snack

Genuine question: should I color it bc I am kinda lazy to go back and fill it out

SONG NAME: hello world (by Louie Zong) ⊹₊⟡⋆

LYRICS:

oh, creator, please don’t leave me waiting-

[mel-kusanagi]

randy wip 🤭

[cathgomes]

Her name's Suzie and she's trying her best.

[verflares]

i log in to tumblr dot com. i reblog spam. i think about insane i get to be about echoes of wisdom in a month. i smile. i log off. the cycle repeats

[gncbozo]

Wip ! Yippie !!

[chibishortdeath]

Mspaint is really fun actually—

[reginarubie]

Just read your new work and as much as I adore anything you write I must confess seeing the past jonsa tag hurt me. I just adore them and have been patiently awaiting for the day the jonsa inspires you again! I hope this doesn’t offend you, it was meant to be a compliment. I’m just awful at wording, like I meant your my go to jonsa author of choice so seeing that tag just left me with feels that your moving on but I know experimenting and dabbling in other ships are great for authors!! I don’t know I’m just in my feels I guess?? So many talented Jonsa authors have become in-active or deleting their works, discontinuing, etc and while I know it just part of life and I’m glad some still continue to write or are SELF PUBLISHING!!! (Although sadly they won’t share their official works-I hunt it down one day) I just feel an odd pang in my chest when another one goes down like dang I just wanna hold you all and never let go. God this sounds like I have abandonment issues, I’m just going stop now before I embarrass myself even more

Aw...hello!,

I am your to-go Jonsa author? That like made my day, so thank you! Also don't worry, you are neither pathetic, not have your embarassed yourself. You have just shared in our common love for Jonsa, which I still believe will be the open endgame of the books, tbh, and I could not appreciate you more for it.

Of course I love experimenting and for a long while I have been uninspired in Jonsa, mostly because I have been hyperfixated on Aemondsa (which I think Jon and Aemond share so much traits it's ridiculous), but I have not forgotten all my wips for Jonsa, to which I mean to return in the Summer (I am a perfectionist, procrastinator so unless I am on the wave of hyperfixation I am never quite satisfied enough with my work to share it, but the updates shall come soon).

You know what else shall come soon, because my muse actually is never satisfied with just one story and just one ship at time?

A new Jonsa story I have been keeping under wraps, a season 7/8 rewrite with specks of book canon as well.

Look, I'll even leave the edit I've done for it, and the summary. I plan to get it out by the end of June with the first chapter, so prepare your popcorns, seatbelts and fav comf food because I'll be back on my Jonsa shit again. And it's gonna be epic!

A song for wolves,

The South has a new queen, a dragon queen who wears her name like a true Targaryen. Mother of the Dragons. Mother of monsters. Dark mother, brought ruin, death and fire to the Realm, and put to torch her enemies. With Fire and Blood she has torn at the lioness of the Rock and the whole world shall bend the knee to this foreign conqueror, or endure become ashes. And yet, to the North a new enemy rises. House Stark. The ancient kings on winter, the last defence against death and ice; battered, exiled and tortured they rose again in the name of the King in the North. A bastard deserter and his sisters; a Lannister's wife and a girl. “They are Starks, and the northerners never forget,” When winter comes... You'll hear no lions roar... No stags grazing the fields... No roses growing in the meadows... No snakes in the sand... The krakens will freeze where they swim... The flayed men will rot and wither... No trouts swimming in the river and no falcons flying in the air... Not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls. Only the wolfs howl in the night... Winter is coming.

As always, hope you stay tuned, and yes the edit's got better since I started to make them, but alas no, those clips, music and quotes do not belong to me, we all knew how things would go if they did.

As always sending all my love ~G.

[gingerpeachtea]

current wip list

(updated 2/6/2025!)

graceland:

something’s in your eyes

mcb threesome

you touch my leg and i insist (but i wake up before we do it)

mike tshot

if i make it to the morning (chapter 2)

mike headache and gay people

polyamickfic

johnny traumaturro

mike whump yayyyy (infection)

smfst (charlie post-florida burnout)

charlie sickfic

mikejakes caught caring

ambercharlie haircut

chambriggs

worst kept secret (5+1)

mcb sickfic

high potential:

karadec ocd

morgan ocd

karadec body ocd

morgan sleep deprivation

karadec sleep deprivation

moulin rouge:

burning suns

dear reader

sickfic (modern au)

polyfic

orchestrations

christian/satine/nini threesome

stomach kiss

giving

window wip

braindead:

otherwise occupied

gareth storm augh scaree

laurel bug ears

laurel sickfic of all time

laurel sickfic sequel

adhd laurel

ocd laurel

death on the stairs

laureth hi (5+1)

laurel grief fic #2

rochelle grief fic

bandstand:

cat fic

davyjulia religion fic

jimmydonny nightmare

ivory pool (julia nightmare)

agents of shield:

fancy mission fic

bkeoat (bus kids existence of all time)

bkeoat squeakquel

i stepped through—there was no floor

tarps

don’t leave a stranger

fitzdaisy wall of valor

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

all the Project E wips in the past 6 months because I keep forgetting what I’ve already posted and also because I’m literally going insane inside an enclosure of my own making. girl help

[dangerpronebuddie]

I was writing a silly fic just before 7x04 aired, but dropped it after the episode because I was so... !!!!!!!!!

But now I have a new idea that I can use those scenes for. Yay me!

[pixelshary]

i was hiding this forever .. i hope i will have some inspiration for the interior when the new book nook kit is available and my new ssd arrives. 📚☕🌿

[ashadeintheshade]

For the fic game - bite :)

Ooooh. I was pretty sure I didn’t have this word anywhere in the Alaska AU and I was right, so I cheated just a bit—

Puffing in the sub-freezing air, the tip of her nose beginning to sting, Christine stared and stared at her future: empty. Alone. Trapped with a madman. She sank into the snow, not caring how wet or cold her jeans would get. What was the point? Why did it matter? If she froze here, it would be no different than withering away in this white house with its white curtains and white quilts and black-masked master.

“Shit.” She dropped her head into her hands.

The man himself approached from behind, his footsteps stopping audibly at the threshold.

“It is so quiet,” he said. “So simple. You will like it here.”

“Where are we?” She asked, muttering from between her fingertips.

“The North Country. Unincorporated Coos County.”

“Where the hell is that?”

“New Hampshire. You’re going to get frostbite if you stay out here too long.”

“Does it matter?” But Christine stood, the dampness of her jeans stinging cold against her thighs. She opened her arms wide and then let them drop against her sides.

“Well, Erik, here I am. You have me. I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything. Just you.”

The words were said so calmly, with no special inflection, not even with particularly impressive emotion. It chilled her more than the outside air had.