#WIP Wednesday Catch-up

[jtl-fics]

FOR WIP WED CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE DO MATH NERD OF NEIL JUST BEING SO NORMAL AND ANDREW JUST DYING CAUSE HE HAS A CRUAH ON THIS NORMAL ASS DUDE

WIP Wednesday (7/19/23) - Closed | Math Nerd AU

Aaron had come to know bits and pieces of who his brother is. He knew not to touch Andrew without asking, he knew that his brother didn't give a shit about Exy, he even knew bits and pieces about the friend that Andrew had been looking for.

The thing he most knew about his brother was that he did not let sweets go to waste. He didn't let ice cream melt and he didn't let hot cocoa get cold.

So when he came to the cafeteria and found Andrew sat across from Neil that wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that Andrew's bowl of ice cream had melted and he was staring straight at Neil who had his tongue sticking out as he was cutting away something with scissors.

"What's wrong. Your ice cream is melting?" Aaron asks in German wondering what in the world is going on.

"He's cutting coupons." Andrew says as if that explained it.

"Okay? And...?" Aaron tries to prompt.

"He gave me his membership card for the chain supermarket. He gets fuel points." Andrew continues.

Aaron continued to fail to see what the issue was but Andrew had a white knuckle grip on his spoon as if he was mere moments from lunging over the table and stabbing the freshman.

[soapcloth]

a day late, but i was tagged in wip wednesday by @syoddeye and @stellewriites !! heres a teeny snippet for the oneshot ive been chipping away at! CW: 18+MDNI, scare actor!ghoap x reader, fearplay - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

you manage to get seperated from your group at an extreme haunt running a highly anticipated slasher theme- lucky for you, two guides are more than happy to help you out.

Johnny grabbed your jaw in dirt-clad work gloves, waving your face from side to side with a vicious grin. “If yer’ too scared you can always bail. Just have’te say the magic word.” he snarked.

Your teeth grit as you shook your head. The money you paid and the time spent on waitlist to get into this haunt would suggest otherwise- sunk cost fallacy or whatever. “N-no, i can handle it.” 

Johnny’s eyes lit up, looking behind him from where he was kneeling. “Y’hear that Si?” he asked the imposing scare actor looming over the two of you. “-Brave little thing you are.” he hummed, his grimy coveralls squeaking as he leaned in, patting your cheek “Good just fer’ us, right?”

getting ahead of the game and tagging both of u back for next week. + @pricetagged (ominous voice: seven daysssss)

[0vergrowngraveyard]

random wip wednesday thing! sonic and vanilla having a deep conversation post frontiers edition

”I just…” Sonic stared down at his hands helplessly before he sighed, “I just thought that maybe I’ve been in his life long enough to…I don’t know, reverse any damage they may have caused. I mean, he barely remembers anything about his life before he met me so…”

Vanilla hummed as she considered the hedgehog in front of her and his words, “Well, I don’t know much about this particular subject, but I do know how important it is for young children to receive parental affection and care. It's a very formative time for them and that neglect can have devastating effects on the child later on in life.”

She paused for a brief moment before continuing, “When I was pregnant with Cream, I remember speaking to a few mothers to get some insight and listen to other’s experiences. One of their stories always stuck out to me.” Something about her gaze turned sad, her grip on her mug tightening, “One of the ladies told me about how she didn’t receive much affection when she was younger and how she was using her experience with that as a motivator to be the best mom she possibly could. I remember her mentioning that it almost felt like a piece of her was missing and she was angry for a long time.”

Sonic eyes widened as she went on, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the absence of his parents is starting to weigh on Tails. And, while you’ve been a wonderful guardian for him, I don’t think there’s much that can truly fill in the gap that they left behind.”

Vanilla’s words hung like a weight over Sonic that threatened to fall and break him into a million pieces any second. Had Tails really been struggling with something like that? The kit never told him about anything of the sort and never seemed to even think about his parents. Hell, most days Sonic forgot that Tails hadn’t always been with him. That his last name didn’t just come from nowhere and there are people out there who are biologically related to the kit.

He’d forget that there was a time his little brother wasn’t in his life.

That no one was, really.

Something else suddenly started to enter his mind, something that forced its way in and took over like a parasite. Any thoughts about his little brother were buried in an instant and Sonic felt himself tense. One single question bounced around his skull, trying to escape its confines and make itself known to the rabbit sitting across from him.

If that’s how that lady and Tails felt, then…

“Why don’t I feel like that?”

[inquisimer]

wip wednesday

...on a wednesday, even! Now that Arlathan eXchange is wrapped up, I've had a bit of time to work on things that can be shared publicly again, and I'm indulging myself by sharing two little snippets today (:

tags for @shivunin | @flowersforthemachines | @larkinna | @ttrevelyan | @tulipathy | @greypetrel and you 🫵 if you have something to share!

first, a bit from the post-canon rookanis-teiago-divorce-crow-civil-war-vanthi/teia fic (dear GOD I need a shorter name for this) that I've finally moved from just rotating to actually writing! I am so intimidated by scope and politics but I am doing it 😤

She’s familiar with the former First Talon’s language, the euphemisms she uses to dance around the parts of her grandson that she views as unsavory. It is one of the many points on which they disagreed: you cannot know a thing, cannot balance it or resolve it, unless you call it as it is. But even Caterina struggles to paint a pretty coat over this report. Which Vanthi probably could have surmised; things must be dire for her to admit to needing the assistance of anyone outside of the Crows. She can parse the message: Lucanis is spiraling. Stress, or grief, or self-flagellation—the cause matters less to Caterina than the result. Spite takes control more often. Their tenuous harmony, shattered without Vanthi there to smooth the rough edges their joining still digs into them both. His wings, just a shade to the left of Treviso’s purple lanterns, glitter in the sky at all hours of the night, a reminder to every Crow that, while the immediate danger has passed, all is not right with their First Talon. Fix him, Caterina writes, and Vanthi’s teeth click together, the thick parchment bending beneath her ire. Or at least watch. Ensure he does no greater harm. “She does not want a Watcher,” Vanthi grumbles. “She wants a leash.” “Most people do,” Myrna agrees. “Is it not our job to ensure they get what they need, rather than what they think they want?”

(divider credit) And below the cut, a bit of Lucanis & Illario silliness from a new AU (:

some unnecessary context: I was watching food network reruns last night, and one of the competitors said "two days before I opened my restaurant, a woman walked in off the street looking for a job. 10 years later, she's my wife." And my brain, like a predictable, overexcited puppy, went Rookanis AU? Rookanis AU???

So here's a snip of what I wrote of that, on a whim (:

Perhaps, Illario thinks, the news sheets wouldn't assign his cousin half as much mystique if they saw him now. Folding napkins. And unfolding them, and refolding them in a different way. For the third time so far this morning. "Cousin," he tries again. "Surely there's something else to be working on besides the place settings?" "No." Lucanis tucks a corner of the rich fabric beneath itself, holding an elaborate twist in place. "The menu is set, walk-in and bar are stocked, reservations organized. Fiddling with any of that will do more harm than good." "But the matter of napkin folding requires your personal attention?" Lucanis sets the new configuration atop the plate and tilts his head, considering. Then he picks it up, shakes it out, and begins again. "You do not have to stay. I told you there would be nothing for you here—you are the one who insisted." "This is perhaps the final night you will have free, cousin," Illario cajoles. "Would it kill you to spend it on something fun? You remember fun, don't you? That thing we used to have?"

[mediumgayitalian]

THE WILL SOLACE WEEK POST IVE BEEN DYING TO DO...READY

[ace-turned-confused]

wip wednesday

ty for the tags @mermaidgirl30 @joelmillerisapunk & @sixhours !! ty also @oonajaeadira for the first 2025 wip tag :)

life's been......... rough, to put it simply, so i haven't finished anything in so long and now these things are OVERDUE and i feel TERRIBLE ABOUT IT UUUGGHHH

here we have a secret santa fic that is SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE FR I PROMISE

Joel sneaks you out of the house and drags you across the street towards his own. Your eyes linger on his shoulders and back as he unlocks his door. He turns a lamp on once inside and closes the door behind you both, pinning you against it.

“What are you doing?” You ask lazily, taking in his features in such close proximity.

“Givin’ you that night of fun you were wantin’.”

and here we have a mall santa fic that dumb me thought i'd get out before christmas. girl...... anyways.

The dress-up was handed to you when you applied for the job — a tacky, shockingly short green velvet dress with red buttons and matching fake fur glued to the hem, an itchy hat made of the same velvet, and red and white striped thigh-high stockings. What’s worse is the only way to keep them up is with garters, which Joel spotted and blatantly stared at immediately.

You thought maybe he just did the job to ogle at whoever’s assisting him, but he seems to genuinely be good with the hordes of kids that line up every day. He saves his wildly horny Christmas puns for breaks. Each day he comes up with a new one.

npt: @almostempty @evolnoomym @milla-frenchy @burntheedges

@604to647 @beefrobeefcal @clawdee @sanarsi @djarins-cyare

@strang3lov3 @bitchesuntitled @mountainsandmayhem @whocaresstillthelouvre

[hangmanbradshaw]

Hiii Steph! Work on drafted & dumb please 🫶🏽

this one is so fluffy help ah

In between three Seresins all talking over each other, Mike shared a knowing, amused look with him. It was something only the two of them could understand, the unspoken Seresins, am I right? and, Can you believe we’re so lucky?

Bradley ran his hand along Jake’s shin and reached for the mug in his hand. Jake gave it over easily, mindlessly, still focused on the point he was making. He accepted it back just as easily, and just as naturally, he dropped his hand to idly play with Bradley’s in his lap.

Bradley toyed with Jake’s empty ring finger. The thought, the want, that had consumed him recently swirled hard in his chest.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wednesday!! mafia restaurant save me……..

WIP Wednesday (1/22) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 266)

ANDREW

"You're a good liar, Neil. But not that good." Andrew says, not at all amused at Neil's little joke. He's been the brunt of hundreds in his lifetime, but Kevin-themed ones never quite land. Or they do land, directly on a soft spot in Andrew's stupid chest, and make him feel a little stabby. He doesn't particularly want to stab Neil, so he swallows his bullshit emotions and starts to change the subject. But Neil interrupts.

"I'm not lying." Neil tells him, insistent. "He misses you a lot. Asks about you."

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information. He doesn't know if it's true or if it even matters. Of course it doesn't matter. Andrew is Andrew and Kevin is the one who ran. He is the one who left. As far as Andrew is concerned, Kevin is not allowed to miss him.

"Speaking of people in the 'I Hate Andrew' Club, Moreau seemed awfully keen on shooting me. I wonder why that is," Andrew says, breezing past the Kevin bullshit to something he can handle. Because he can handle someone wanting him dead better than the idea that someone could ever possibly miss him.

Neil stares at him for a moment like he's not sure whether he wants to let this slide. Fortunately for both of them, he allows it. He fidgets with his glass, traces the rim of it with his finger. "You startled him when you opened the door. That's all."

"Lying. He can't stand me." Andrew says. And he's not quite sure why that is, other than the obvious— his personality. "I won't let my feelings be hurt, it goes both ways."

Neil looks offended by that. "You don't like Jean?"

"I know he's your other half, but he rubbed me wrong the very first time we met. Can't shake it." Andrew says with a shrug. The first time they met was the banquet where the Foxes and the Ravens were forced to share a table. Andrew remembers singing Jean's name, just to aggravate him. And, oh boy, did it work.

Apart from that— and the bit where Dan Wilds kicked a Raven in the pants— Andrew remembers the rest of the night being terribly boring and bleak. Kevin was ready to slit his own throat with a steak knife when Riko sat down across from him, Moreau at his side. The three of them had spoken in Japanese until Riko got up to go to the bathroom alone for presumably the first time ever; Kevin had nearly gone with him but Andrew grabbed his arm to keep him at the table. That's when he and Moreau swapped to hushed, rapid French.

Andrew didn't understand a single word exchanged, but based on Kevin's body language he knew it wasn't good. He remembers he nearly pulled one of his own knives on Jean Moreau. Nearly leapt across the table to shut him up. He would've if it meant getting that look off Kevin's face. But before he could, a quiet voice chimed in to tell them Riko was coming back and they both went silent. Now that Andrew thinks about it, the one who'd warned them had a four etched into his cheek.

Andrew stares at the scarred up patch of skin beneath Neil's eye, the spot where that four used to sit. And he feels like an idiot. Of course Neil was there, he was Jean's partner. Back then, Andrew had deemed him insignificant. Because apart from the tinny, croaked out, 'He's coming', that Raven didn't utter a word for the rest of the evening. He only sat there, stiff as a board, holding tight to Moreau's sleeve and staring blankly at Kevin.

"You were there."

"What?" Neil blinks, confused at Andrew's abrupt derailment of the conversation.

"The banquet. You warned Jean and Kevin that Riko was coming back to the table.” Immediately after that, Riko had insulted the Foxes and Renee accidentally spilled her drink in a way that sent sparkling water all the way across the table into his lap. Good woman. Andrew watches Neil’s face twist up in confusion.

[kineticallyanywhere]

wip wednesday, why not

[jtl-fics]

Math nerd AU! 🧮🤓

WIP Wednesday - Closed (8/30/23) | Math Nerd AU

Neil nods, "I'm sure I did." he agrees, "Still, thanks." he repeats before holding up the envelope of coupons. "I'm going to hit the bathroom real quick first then I'll be all set to go." he says getting to his own feet.

Andrew, who had already stood, nodded and sat back down.

Aaron waited for Neil to get a fair distance away before he turned to his brother. "You've been glaring daggers at him this entire time and you agreed to take him to the grocery store?" he asks incredulous. "This is just what my face looks like." Andrew argues looking away. "I owe him, for the fuel points card." he adds. "What's your point?" he asks.

"I thought you said he wasn't even interesting enough to care about?" he hisses.

"He isn't. I'm just in this for the Ben n' Jerrys he promised." which might be the truth if it didn't sound like Andrew had offered the ride and if Aaron wasn't looking at his brother's red ears.

[direwombat]

remember when i said that my last wip wednesday was probably going to be the last snippet of ch7 that i'll share? yeah that was a lie. have some more.

He drags her out the door and down a series of hallways. They wind their way through the dark and hauntingly vacant corridors, twisting and turning through the labyrinthine hospital. Every step the soldier takes echoes heavily down the hall, heavy thuds bouncing off the chipped plaster walls.

The whole place is eerily empty.

Her shadow stretches grotesquely in front of her, its shape flickering in time with the unsteady buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead. The sharp, lemony smell of antiseptic stings at her nose, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the heavy, metallic taste of rust and fresh blood that comes to rest on the back of her tongue and throat. Bloody claw marks mar the wall they're following, only to divert down a hall where, somewhere further down, a helpless victim begs for death.

Her stomach lurches. The hair at the back of her neck stands on end as she's hauled past the pained wails and pleas for death; away from yet another victim of the cult she couldn't save.

The man drags her through the Veterans Center until finally cutting through an empty industrial kitchen and shoving through a side door that leads to the building's dumpsters. Gingerly, he unhooks her arm from around his shoulders and leans her against one of the bins. "Wait here," he mutters. "I'll be right back.

She slumps against the dumpster as her Friend scouts ahead. In her sudden sense of stasis, the weight of her body comes crashing down on her and the haze over her mind returns. Her knees buckle and she slides down the metal siding. Her stitches prickle, the skin itchy and tight. That aching throb begins to resurface without the painkillers to dull it. She leans her head back, knocking against the hollow dumpster and producing a resonant clang.

She goes stock still. Eyes wide, breath held; her muscles coiled to push herself upright and bolt at the slightest sign of trouble. Shit that was loud.

Her teeth are bared, fingers curled, prepared to claw and bite anyone who dares come to investigate.

She waits.

But no one comes.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her heart hammers against her rib cage. Her teeth fucking itch.

This is a trap.

It has to be.

Why else would her Friend carry her so close to freedom only to abandon her? Why else would he discard her behind a dumpster like some stray animal?

It has to be some sort of sick, twisted game.

Catch and release.

Jacob and his men have to be out there, watching. Waiting. Lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for her to run, all so they can chase her down and haul her ass back, like demons dragging a sinner's soul down to Hell.

She'll be damned if she doesn't take at least one of them down with her, first.

All she sees is the flash of red rounding the corner and she's on her feet. She lunges, one hand grappling the stranger's arm while the other wraps around their throat. With her bare feet planted firmly in the dirt, she swings the other person's weight around until she's holding them against the grimy brick exterior of the building. The webbing between her thumb and index finger notches just under their Adam's apple and she presses against their windpipe, teeth bared and snarling.

"Easy—" She chokes them harder. "—Easy! It's me."

It takes longer than it should for her to recognize the voice. The choked, frantic whispers are so different from the hurried and hushed ones she'd heard from her Friend as he was dragging her through the halls. But in those pleading, dark brown eyes, she finds a sense of familiarity. She's seen these eyes before.

Her Friend sucks in a quiet, shuddering breath. "You're in control here, Deputy" he whispers evenly. "Kill me if you want, but if you do, you'll be on your own in a den of hungry wolves."

The threat doesn't escape her, but his logic is enough to get her to release her grip around his neck.

But only barely.

"What's your game?" she growls, and she pulls him towards her only to slam him back against the wall. "The fuck're you gettin' outta helpin' me? Who are you?"

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[lightningboltreader]

I come bounding in at the end of Wednesday with some angst to counter Sunday's heat.

Carlos stills. Of course he wants to. He wants everything with TK. He’s never wanted anything more. “I do,” he pleads but it's clearly not convincing because TK detaches himself and takes a step back.  “Dude, you don’t have to lie to me.” TK rubs the nape of his neck as he moves to the chair, leaning on the back of it when he turns to scowl at Carlos. “If you didn’t want this, you literally just had to ignore my text.” And Carlos is officially furious with himself. He meets TK in two long strides and reaches for his right hand, trying to settle his nerves. Holding onto it with both of his, Carlos looks down and tries to memorize the image. In case this is the last time. He can’t help but caress the soft skin above TK’s wrist with his thumb, grounding himself as he opens his heart. “No, that’s not it,” he says, but he can’t do it like this. Carlos tugs TK over to sit with him on the couch, deliberately taking the middle cushion so TK will have to sit next to him. He picks up his hand again, studying the connection between them once more.  “Then what, Carlos?”

🔖👇🏻.

Thank you @welcometololaland, @strandnreyes, @paperstorm, @sznofthesticks, @carlos-in-glasses, @sanjuwrites, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @sugdenlovesdingle, @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, @heartstringsduet, @vineofroses, @theghostofashton, @iboatedhere !!! I'll catch up on all of yours and more at bedtime.

If ya haven't yet and could use a tap to post, c'mon out to play @bonheur-cafe, @rmd-writes, @tailoredshirt @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @thebumblecee, @chaotictarlos, @reasonandfaithinharmony, @carlos-tk, @safeaswrites and YOU.

[verbenaa]

wip wednesday~

thank you to the lovely @kalmiaphlox for tagging me over the weekend and to the talented @elinorbard for tagging me today to post a little something!! I'm dreadfully behind on writing since I've been visiting family and have had basically zero alone time to even think (let alone get much writing done), but I did manage to work some on a little scene from an upcoming chapter of to eden 😮‍💨!

“Hush now and stop complaining, you little minx.” Astarion looks down at Rin from her seat on his bedroll, slight amusement flickering to life in his gaze at the sight of her indignity. “How do you want to do it then, darling?” “Diner’s choice.” Rin rolls her eyes as she gives him a saccharine smile, eyelashes fluttering mockingly as he scoffs in response. “Always such a little sweetheart, aren’t you?” With measured steps, Astarion moves to take his place behind her, settling himself with an admirable grace as his familiar cologne fills the air around her.  He moves the tiniest bit closer, lowering his head to her neck as he breathes her in, though whether it is the scent of the blood that pounds in her veins or the scent of her, she isn’t sure. “Is this alright?”

no pressure tags (and sorry if you all have already been tagged as well!) ✨💖 @khywren @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @bardic-inspo @preciouslittlebhaalbae @xxnashiraxx

[tricksterlatte]

WIP Wednesday…here is a rough draft of Akira going through it and yelling at some taxi driver who invaded his favorite billiards hall (extended version of a scene I posted elsewhere for this day)

[hangmanbradshaw]

WIP Wednesday ⭐️

thank you pals @halestrom @roosterseresin @intrepidjourneys @mxrcusflint

I am finally moved (apart from still organizing/unpacking some stuff), so I am sooooo excited to have time to write & hopefully post this week. Went to a Royals game over the weekend and was inspired to work on drafted & dumb so that's had some work recently

Right now my focus is on these two, but.....I am so tempted to start the new idea (and work on some old ones)

Active WIPs

i love love you it's ruining (wolf au)

drafted & dumb

this week’s theme is…

An Emoji is Worth a Thousand Words

send an emoji (or several) and a WIP name and get a snippet or a ramble inspired by (or tangentially related to) whatever you sent!

NO pressure tags: @paulmezcal @nixie-deangel @tonguesofliars @tornadeoqueen @teacupivy @pissmotif @tgmsunmontue

[trulybetty]

wip wednesday, on a sunday night...

thankyou @wildemaven for the tag, nothing much has been going on but I got struck with an idea that hasn't left my mind the last couple of days and so I started to plot something out.

which pedro character is it? I can't make up my mind (I think I may need some outside resources for assistance), is it going to go anywhere? who knows, but I'm having fun with it 😋

There was only one person missing from the reunion — you paused, a familiar prickle ran down your spine. Your body knew they were there before you could even turn around. He was supposed to be in Austin, out there for the foreseeable and the reason why you hadn’t seen him in two months, communication limited to pointed text messages and the exchange of Fedex boxes of belongings. As you turned to face him, he looked just as effortlessly handsome as ever. That lazy smile, half smirk, never failed to make your knees go weak. Your fiance, — no, sorry — your ex-fiance. Not that anyone in the room outside the two of you knew that, yet.

Since it's not wednesday I'm not going to tag, but if you've got something you're working on you want to share feel free to throw it up and tag me in it! 🙌