#wip goals

[pearlypairings]

November Writing Goal :) 400 words/day

Day 14:

I was feeling v stuck today with my wips and barely putting a sentence together. Miss Losty (@1lostsoul0fishbowl) encouraged me to do a writing exercise instead and I used a prompt list made by schoolofplot from Instagram (schoolofplot.com) as inspo:

I picked day 16's prompt and went with a minor character in There is a Light that Never Goes Out and Let the Light In, Eric who works at The Hawk with Jonathan.

Wrote over 500 words and clearly unstuck myself (thank you all-knowing losty). Here's my unedited/not proof read snippet for the exercise:

There was one thing Eric knew better than anybody else at The Hawk: the one, the lonely, the cynic Jonathan Byers.

And he was proud of that seemingly impossible feat.

Jonathan moped and mopped, he mostly kept to himself as he worked diligently to whatever ends their manager requested. Which was total bullshit by the way. Everyone knows their first job as a teenager is supposed to be easy peasy ladies-please-me. His coworker worried him with how serious he took this menial job.

But after a year of working together, Eric had broken through the weird gothic books and all the melancholy music and ultra-focused facade into the real brick and mortar that made up Byers. He had seen him SMILE, laugh even!

There was a real dude underneath all that loner armor, because Eric had seen him flirting with Hawkins High’s It Girl, Chrissy Cunningham. At first, he thought maybe he was having a fever dream or maybe one too many shifts in a row. But no, sweet little cheerleader Chrissy was leaning over the concession counter for a hush conversation with his quiet friend.

That was certifiable per any popular kid’s understanding of the world, but Eric always believed Jonathan had it in him.

Though that mysterious conversation was months ago, Jonathan hadn’t offered much of an explanation except a few witty retorts and hints of more smiling (could he be more obvious?). Despite his best efforts, Jonathan was terrible at keeping secrets from him.

OH. He needed the theater to himself and an alibi? Sure, definitely nothing to do with the newly single most eligible seniorette.

Hmmm, he’s making eyes at the gaggle of cheerleaders and their popcorns. Totally a coincidence Chrissy is batting her eyelashes at him in morse code.

But today? Today Eric couldn’t pretend to ignore the very real affair Jonathan had been poorly hiding. It was too obvious—he was slacking off on his responsibilities. The broom sat in the corner untouched with the tile floor collecting popcorn like a magnet. His rag hung over the lips of the sliding door to the candy, bone-dry, while the counter screamed with a thick layer of syrupy pop overflow.

There was trouble in paradise if Jonathan Byers wasn’t on his way to being Employee of the Month for the 8000th time in a row. Eric sped through the ticket line post-haste for the sake of his friend (even mumbling through a sale for two of the hottest chicks in the junior class, a waste of an opportunity not to charm them). After the last two groups of ticket sales, there’d be a lull between movies and he could finally meander his way to Jonathan without any more demerits from their manager*. 

Jonathan handed over the last Coke and nachos like he was offering the customer his last kidney, his face sullen and barely recognizable from the more encouraging guy he’d seen the past few weeks. Closing the register, Byers looked totally checked out as he stared off at the ceiling.

Eric locked his register and cubby, before hopping over the booth counter toward his dearly depressed friend.

“Byers! What’s going on man?” he greeted him, tapping the counter. “You look like my grandma tried to kiss you.”

Humor. Humor was the key to all breakups, rejections, and screwups. Eric would know. He was no stranger to the last two.

[mistress-of-the-empire]

Bruh......

I literally have "write a sentence on a current fic" as one of my daily goals cause I'm so bad with this.....

MOOD!

[lavender-gloom]

friendly reminder to everyone that first draft just needs to exist.

it doesn’t need to be good, it just needs to be there. stories go through so many different drafts that nobody is gonna care if your first draft is a little messy.

you can’t edit and clean up something that doesn’t exist, so make it exist!

[dricacchi]

more sketches

[the-maw-consumes]

my promise is made though my heart is thine

[halucynator]

okay so literally everyone is doing this so i decided to try it bc why not (i need the motivation bc i honestly CAN do it im just too lazy but if i promise people thennn !!)

okay so if you get this post to 6.9k by new years (i love how impossible im making it lmao) i will do the following things:

1. i will go finish all of my drafts (i have 7 wip's some of which might not be posted)

2. i will try to sleep on time next year.

3. i will talk this girl that i really wanna be friends with.

(i'll prolly do the first one either way lmao ☠️)

[lurking-loaf]

Some quick dca doodles because I’ve been feeling antsy lately.

[just-some-user-hunny]

UUGGGGHGHHHH Nikto needing to be needed has me so soft

he would brush your teeth for you if you let him, buckle your seat belt (no matter who's driving, or would be the seat belt himself if necessary), open every jar, every can with that can opener you always struggle with (if you ever got an automatic can opener he would be SO upset, I can hear the huffy gruff would-be-pout already), he would do so many things for his llubov without even thinking about it but you're just out here,,, doing it yourself? :((( but he's right there :((( why can't he do it?? do you not love him??? let him make the bed with your million pillows exactly where they know you get most comfortable, squished between him and the wall so he can always, always guard their llubov

Bonus points if there's a little learning curve for the reader, who's usually quite independent with taking care of themselves.

Initially it appears as if he's dominant and nurturing, doing little acts of service to express himself to you. But then gradually it becomes more apparent he's seeking your approval and happiness. Every plate of food he places before you at the table, he looks at you quietly. Unblinking. Settling down on his knees to rearrange your cutlery so as to not loom over you. He's not going to his seat until he knows you're happy with him. His eyes glaze over with a sappy soft haze whenever you pet his face and praise him. Feline eyes following you, bristling for approval from his favourite person. It becomes more and more apparent that he's not a dominant person with you- quite the opposite, actually. His attempts at service are clumsy and unpractised, but genuine and eager all the same.

Or maybe a thick arm corded with muscle reaches over you to do up your seatbelt for you- and there's no batting it away. You may lightly squeeze at his bicep, your fingers barely unable to wrap around it as you light-heartedly assure him you're fine, but he'll just look at you apprehensively and frown. Do you not like it when he does this?

His expression pointed and stern, yet flickering with something vulnerable that only you can pinpoint by the crease in his eyes and furrowed brows. Assure him by pressing a kiss to his face and patting his bicep. Thank you honey. Remember your seatbelt too, my love.

No other words are needed for him. He'll nod obediently and get to work on his order, strapping himself in and relaxing back in the seat, assured and content.

Or how you don't even bother attempting to get your toothbrush yourself anymore, knowing he'll grab it before you can and hold it high above your head till you settle down and accept his help. He'll stand there otherwise, blank faced and stubborn as he holds it higher whenever you try to reach for it. No amount of scolding will go through that skull of his when it comes to things like this. Might as well indulge him in his little silent requests. But you insist on doing his skincare, and he grumbles but sees it as fair enough. He enjoys it, really. He's just stubborn.

[padmerrie]

you suck at hiding

bookends au

[salamispots]

more progress

[pearlypairings]

📣 gimme a P!

P!!!

you got your P, you got your P!

📣 gimme an E!

……and so on, until me and my imaginary gang of cheerleaders have spelled out pearlypairings because you deserve all the cheers for your WIP goals! 😆

Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, is: one whole paragraph in the Chrissy/Patrick fic 💕

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!! This has been an absolute DELIGHT in my inbox. I'm obsessed with you and this cheer and ahhhh thank you for this!

Trying to write a little each day has been hard but so rewarding. Having you as my cheerleader along the way is even better<3

I have done numerous paragraphs for those two angsty hurt teens who desperately need comfort and fluff. Here's a sneak peek of next chapter:

Patrick pushed on, not waiting to hear their reply. A groan slipped through the trees and he dashed over a thorn bush where a great big oak tree towered over a small clearing. Leafless and rigid, the oak still commanded the forest with its solid stature and regal appearance. At the base of its trunk, three thick roots jutted out in separate directions and cut into the dirt floor with streams of debris. Something stirred on the west side of the trunk, shadows that looked like shuffling feet and frantic hands. “Chrissy?”

Tried to keep it mostly spoiler free :) though you've seen a lot more of what's to come behind the scenes ......;)

[cccrystalclear]

My dragon age oc group picture has begun taking shape!

[starthecozy]

WIP of Eddie roller skating (companion for this one)

[agent-gladhand]

Currently being sent every plague imaginable (I've been sick for a week which is longer than I've been sick in years, so I am in fact dying a slow death), but still working on some goods! Preview mockup for the submas acrylic standee featuring my good friend angst.

[whatthehellami]

artwork is not mine

[childrenofcain-if]

Imagine C catching Mc and D making out on the couch of their dorm's common room 👀 I'm positively certain they'd ban D from ever inviting Mc ever again

the evening started simply enough. you and D were lounging on the couch in the common room, tucked away in a quiet corner. it was late, and C had gone out to the library, leaving the space to the two of you.

D was sprawled across the couch, somehow managing to look comfortable and slightly smug, like they were already reading the thoughts drifting around in your head. you’d been talking about nothing, really—college, summer break plans, dumb stuff—but with D, even the simplest things could become something flirtratious. they had this way of smiling with a slight quirk at the corner of their mouth, or of letting their fingers trace idle patterns on your arm that made your heart do a little flip.

it didn’t take long before D closed the distance between you, inch by inch, their fingers finding your hand, then your shoulder, moving slowly as if testing the waters. their gray gaze was both daring and playful, a glint in their eye that practically dared you to look away. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. instead, you felt your cheeks flush as they leaned in, catching your lips in a soft, warm kiss that seemed to ignite everything inside you.

the kiss deepened, growing from soft to heated, and soon D was leaning more into you, their hands roaming your back, your waist, drawing you closer, and you barely registered how your jacket had slipped off, how D’s t-shirt was now on the floor, until you were both half-leaning, half-sprawled against each other. the only sounds were your shared breaths and the soft rustling of fabric as the world faded, leaving just the warmth of their touch and the spark that crackled between you.

suddenly, the door to the common room swung open with an abrupt, almost dramatic force, and there was C, standing in the doorway. they blinked, eyes widening as they took in the scene. C went rigid, looking as though they’d stumbled upon you two smoking weed. their mouth opened, then closed, and for a split second, they looked like they might just turn on their heel and walk out.

“oh my fucking god,” C stammered, their cheeks flushing an almost comedic shade of red. “what the hell are you two doing?”

you and D snapped apart, sitting up in a rush, and it took all your willpower not to laugh, though your face was burning with embarrassment.

“C!” you managed to squeak, desperately adjusting your shirt. “it’s, um, not what it looks like?”

“really?” C replied, raising an eyebrow as they folded their arms, a familiar, indignant edge in their tone. “because it sure looks like this was headed somewhere.”

D, ever the unbothered one, gave a casual shrug, smirking just a bit as they ran a hand through their messy hair. “don’t get all dramatic, C. we were just hanging out.”

“hanging out?” C shot back, looking equal parts horrified and disbelieving. “is that what we’re calling the fact that you two were practically dry humping each other while being half-naked?”

D chuckled, clearly enjoying C’s dismay, leaning back into the couch with a look that said they weren’t about to apologize. “well, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. you’re the one who barged in.”

“this is my suite too, you know,” C muttered, rubbing their temples as if they were trying to will themselves to calm down. “plus, this is the common room, not your personal love nest.”

“it’s late,” D pointed out, undeterred. “who was going to walk in here at this hour?”

“me,” C replied, still glaring. “i was going to walk in. unless their—” they pointed at you, “—tongue down your throat made you get amnesia or something.”

you tried to hold back a laugh, mumbling, “C, it’s not like we planned for this to happen when you walked in…”

C threw their hands up, clearly done. “obviously! but do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to erase this…this image from my mind?”

D leaned forward, resting their chin on their hand with a nonchalant grin. “think of it as expanding your puritan horizons.”

C gave them a look that could kill. “you have two seconds to get off that goddamn couch before i officially ban you from bringing anyone into this room ever again.”

“alright, alright, we’re up.” D held up their hands in mock surrender, but there was a glimmer of amusement in their eyes as they glanced at you. “guess we’ve officially been cockblocked.”

“i didn’t expect anything else, honestly,” you replied, throwing D a wry smile.

C shook their head, clearly still flustered. “i swear, you two, if you’re going to do this sort of thing, just do it in D’s room.”

D’s grin widened as they draped an arm over your shoulder, still shirtless, only making C roll their eyes at their unabashed nature. “oh, don’t worry. we’ll make sure of not being in your line of sight the next time.”

C looked like they were about to explode, taking a deep, steadying breath as they pointed toward the door. “out. both of you. now. get some cold air or get each other off somewhere else before i lose what little patience i have left.”

with an exaggerated sigh, D quickly got dressed and stood up, giving you a wink as they reached for your hand. “guess our night’s over.”

as the two of you made your way to the door, C muttered something under their breath that you couldn’t quite catch, but you were pretty sure you heard the words “unbelievable” and “absolutely shameless.” just as you reached the door, C called out, one last note of warning in their voice.

“and don’t even think about bringing that…” C gestured vaguely, as if searching for a word, “energy back here again when you come back, D. or so help me…”

D threw a grin over their shoulder, giving C a cheerful thumbs-up. “got it, boss. we’ll keep our ‘energy’ under control next time.”

“good night,” C snapped, practically pushing you both out the door, the exasperation plain in every line of their face.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you burst into laughter, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. D joined in, their laughter warm and genuine, a little spark of mischief dancing in their eyes. they gave your hand a squeeze, leaning in close with a smirk that told you they were ready to continue where you left off.

“next time,” they murmured, voice low and soft, “we’ll make sure to choose a place C’s snobby ass can’t interrupt us.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling the last of your embarrassment fade as you walked together down the hall, the warmth of D’s hand in yours, the quiet thrill of the evening lingering long after the laughter had faded.