#wip: INTROSPECTION

[demaparbat-hp]

Want to know what I believe? It's right here

Dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear

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(WIP)

[writingingraves]

BAD TOKENS is a fantastical project consisting of multiple creative works and stories, told through various artistic mediums: writing -> prose = books (the Standalone Tetralogy, B.T's 1st story); visual art -> webcomics (a Tetralogy's Volume's Spinoff Prequels: H.D + AE) & a print comic (another new B.T story); video/physical game -> (battle) card game (the GFUG story, B.T's 2nd story) ; audio-visual -> musical (some other new B.T story); streaming -> vtubing /larping (the final B.T story). Huge project.

Uhm... anyone interested in this silly little thing?

"Hear ye'! Hear ye'! A number of flawed individuals possess tools with dangerous power - and mysterious, godlike beings want to erase them for it. Is it because those beings sense corpses in these individuals' stead?" (A pitch for ya', dear folks).

I thought a community would be a good spot to have all stuff related to B\T (WIPs) in one place.

As to not scroll and scroll after it. Also, the Masterpost only has relevant stuff on it, not everything related to these WIPs. Unlike there.

You can learn more about B\T there or in here:

[insomniaflarrow]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @elodiah for the tag :D

Finally in my flow for Lokius Week, as of this evening. Hoping it continues.

The further Loki climbs inwards, the more tantalising the idea of tearing apart the veneer becomes. With a word, or a stray apology, a sob of an admission, he could be rid of this seclusion. And he knows Mobius wouldn’t hesitate, never, not when he would see the truth in a heartbeat. Not even in understanding what it means for him, his own personal doom as this variation, in a loop that will no way succeed – not even then would he falter.

It’s an enticing reality, the one in which Loki confesses, and simply crawls into his arms.

But it’s not one that’s fair. A problem halved is not so much a problem shared, rather a devastating reality thrust upon someone who could do without that knowledge in their final hours. Loki is not about to let his weakness bring about that.

He’s made it this far. He can continue as is, and will soon know the story well enough to avoid the temptation of disclosure. It will be a topic for when he succeeds, and only then. Never to a variant within a dying loop.

Though, if there is an end to this, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be so far enveloped in his own impersonation that he never makes it out again.

No pressure tagging @blackbirdofasgard @kcscribbler @lokimobius @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @megglesthegeek @thosegayoldmen @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @distracteddream, plus open tag for anyone who would like to share :D

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

When the ceremony reaches its end, when Kipperlilly’s parents are sufficiently distracted in conversing with the officiant about burial plots and mourning periods and all of death’s bureaucracy, Lucy drifts up the aisle and halts beside Kipperlilly’s closed casket.

Closed.

Mary Ann told her how Kipperlilly died in the final battle with the Bad Kids. Caught by Hold Person, submerged into lava, screaming with fury—always rage, never pain—as her flesh melted off her body and blended with her burning cardigan.

‘Pathetic’ was how Mary Ann explained Kipperlilly’s end, a description not acerbic or vindictive but flat and monotonous, giving voice more to Kipperlilly’s perspective than to Mary Ann’s own.

Lucy studies the lacquered wooden top of the casket. She knows not whether it’s closed to disguise charred bones or to disguise—

“It’s empty.”

Lucy’s head snaps around to see that Kipperlilly’s parents now stand behind her, the officiant newly vanished into the depths of the holy building.

“It’s empty,” Landynleaf Copperkettle repeats. “There weren’t no remains left for us. Not from a reborn divinity’s lava.”

“It’s empty,” Octavia Copperkettle echoes. “Just like yours.”

—an excerpt from my post-canon frostkettle wip where lucy brings kipperlilly back through divine intervention

[vatrocvet]

don't look down at me

[secretly-a-catamount]

A Snippet for the Malcabel and Blackstairs Shippers, I Guess?

  Under his parabatai’s touch, the tension melted out of Julian’s shoulders and gathered in his clenched jaw. It was difficult, Malcolm knew, to be in love with a woman you couldn’t have. Emma was too close, devastatingly close, her hand and fingers on his back, her breath on his neck, her head bent to the back of Julian’s own, her curls and his waves tangling together like the young Shadowhunters didn’t even know they wanted to, sunshine-gold and Blackthorn-brown. Emma was too close, devastatingly close, yet Malcolm knew they boy wouldn’t have had it any other way, wouldn’t have her any farther from him than those few torturous but necessary inches. His reasoning was simple, really. Malcolm had himself first discovered it when he had been a boy, bearly younger than the children in front of him, his beloved angel leading him by the hand into the house that would go from hers to theirs to nothing but a cage: he wouldn’t have survived her absence, wouldn’t have wanted to, it would be like lopping off his dominant hand with a dull, rusty knife, and then going around pretending that he couldn’t feel the pain, couldn’t see the growing pool of blood.

[greencreekwolf]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @hoodie-buck @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz

thanks darlins! it has been a very shitty past few days but hey at least i have been able to channel it into fic and eddie in calls fic is the perfect therapy for me

The closest thing to a laugh that Eddie has been able to manage for months falls out of him, always coaxed out a little easier by Buck. It hurts as much as it feels good, and it makes him think that maybe there truly is something wrong with him that a sound meant to be joyful can’t be when it is coming out of him, the bulk of it too saturated in his hurt and ruin.

The laugh ends as quick as it began and he is so sore and so tired, so he scoots back until he is lying back against the couch, settling into the cushions and wrapping one arm around himself as he says, “Shut up,” with just enough of a teasing lilt to let Buck know that this is okay, this is what Eddie needs, that he is taking what Buck is offering. “I guess I was just bored.” Lie. “And I thought talking to you might make it better.” Truth.

“Oh,” Buck says again but it sounds different this time. His voice, though deeper and almost crackling over the phone, is very clearly tinted with something that makes Eddie think of summer sunsets and the meadow of bluebonnets he and Shannon often ran away to in Texas and the warmth and sweetness of fresh honey he ate by the spoonful as a kid. It is coated in a sort of pleased joy, almost bashful and happy like the slow smile Buck always does when someone has pointed out he has done something good.

It feels good to be able to be the reason someone sounds like that. Eddie doesn’t really know what he did to earn it, but he will take it, he will grab it in his hands as quietly as he can and hold it close to his chest.

“Well, you’re in luck then,” Buck says cheerily. Some more shuffling filters through the phone and Eddie can picture Buck’s limbs all caught up and tangled in his sheets as he tries to sit upright.

The image makes him smile.

“And why is that?”

“Because I just finished watching this documentary about silkmoths, in particular the bombyx mori which is the only species of insect to have been entirely domesticated by humans.” Buck says that like it’s a revelation, like it’s astounding, like it’s a true wonder that needs to be held delicately within his palms and gazed at until he can memorize every single shining facet.

His voice carries that sheen it gets when he is excited about something, all warm and throaty and rapid, the information in his head whirring with immeasurable speed, facts tripping over themselves to get out of his mouth and be handed to someone else who Buck hopes will treasure them just as he does.

tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @chronicowboy @911onabc @diazass @shitouttabuck @malewifediaz @jeeyuns @spagheddiediaz @messyhairdiaz @sibylsleaves @rewritetheending @transboybuckley @try-set-me-on-fire @vampbuckley @bvckandeddie @devirnis @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites @butchdiaz @buddierights @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @bucks118 @spotsandsocks and anyone else who wants to share!

[mamawasatesttube]

bleughghhh im sick and my brain isnt working so i cant work on actual fics with plots rn but i wanna write... help

i will probably nab results in…. an hourish? unless i forget which is possible. we'll see!!

[hanafubukki]

Malleus please let me end the scene already ahhhhh 😭😭💔💔 I have a deadline ahhh

[august-anon]

just had the most Boring zoom meeting at work and as I fought for my life to not start visibly dozing off in front of my whole team AND my boss’s boss on camera I did finally figure out the specifics for the 3rd installment if Brother Wrangling so that’s fun lol

[cream-and-tea]

would yuo all still love me if even every chapter of lay me down was pushing 10000 words………

[solivagantingrebel]

I've been struggling to write since last week (rip),,, so the obvious solution must be to start working on an angstier wip, right? right??

[headfullof-ideas]

just got three quarters of the way through a fic I’ve been writing for seemingly FOREVER! I just have one big scene left and then I need to wrap it all up in a little bow to hide the Ant!Angst with

[incesthemes]

ooh, "the burning of mine" sounds fun, what is that?

thank you!!! this is actually the first fic idea i ever had for the terror 👉👈 it's undergone heavy revisions since then—namely in that it's become a jopzier fic instead of the fitzier it was at inception (it works better this way imo, and i have another fitzier fic which works better for them tbh). actually explaining this makes me feel really self-conscious because it's not all that original i think—jopson is the only other survivor of the expedition, which prompts crozier to not stay with the netsilik but continue south. instead of returning to england, though, they end up staying in north america, crozier understanding that he can't go back. and of course jopson stays with him because he is thomas jopson. thanks to you i've finally started writing it 😳 so here is that:

Thomas finds his captain on the shale, baking in the eternal sun of the arctic summer. His skin is taut and leathery, and he fears the worst—until he’s close enough that he can at last hear the gasping breaths of one soon to death. It is a fast-approaching deadline he wants nothing of, but he knows his duty, and so he rushes to Crozier’s side, ignoring the glass in his knees that pierce through his joints as he kneels, and pulls on the chain. He pays almost no attention to the creature until he must, the iron links connecting the two together. Crozier is stuck there, bleeding from the chest, bound by the wrist to the beast that had killed a third of his men. Around him is a scene that might make Thomas retch were it not for the task at hand: he can imagine what miseries might have befallen the band of mutineers, but he does not want to. Instead he keeps his eyes down to the ground and searches for a spot of black amongst the agonizing white. The key to the manacles—he finds it buried under the carnage of what Thomas supposes must have once been Lieutenant Hodgson. His hands trembling slick with the officer’s blood, he crawls, then limps back to the spot where Crozier lies lifeless—no, not lifeless, but a near thing—and fumbles with the heavy bondage until a hollow click echoes in the great white silence and the captain is freed.

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🫦

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz Thank you loves 💖

I have zero explanation for this other than my brain latched onto a line from @thewolvesof1998’s snippet and spun it in a vastly different direction. So, uh, bon appetit 😘

Excitement and apprehension simmer under his skin. Twin currents spiraling together in an intricate dance along every nerve as he reaches for the dresser drawer.

For peace of mind, he spares a glance at his locked bedroom door to ensure it hasn’t slipped loose. He’s half tempted to walk across the room and physically check the lock. But that will only waste time he’s not sure he has. Christopher doesn’t need him as much these days but that doesn’t mean zero chance of intrusion. Especially if his son discovers a locked door.

Eddie could wait until tonight, after Chris is in bed, but it’s not a viable option. For all the waiting Eddie’s done, patiently holding back until the right moment, he decided he couldn’t anymore today. Not after continuously getting distracted while making a store list and doing laundry. Accidentally putting fabric softener in the wrong dispenser was the last straw.

He slides the drawer open and just looks at the neatly folded piles of socks and underwear concealing what he’s actually there for. Anxiety overpowers anticipation, making his heart beat faster and louder. As he pushes past it, thumbing through a stack of boxer briefs, a voice that sounds suspiciously like the priest from his childhood church shouts about sin and immorality. The voice becomes sharper when Eddie’s fingertips land on a distinctly different fabric.

Soft cotton is replaced by patterned lace. Still gentle, sliding between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger, but slightly rougher. The kind of delicate abrasion that feels pleasant against bare skin, like scratching an itch.

He continues to roll the material, not yet allowing himself to bring it into view. It was only a few days ago that he was able to get to this point. To touch and acknowledge the existence of the black cheeky shorts that he hid there two weeks before. It’s enough for now.

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @spotsandsocks @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @apothecarose @vanillahigh00 @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lizzie-bennetdarcy @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @underwater-ninja-13 @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz and anybody else who wants to

[moryyteks]

various wips i dont think are getting finished any day unfortunately :(