#Writing WIPs

[hanalyrata]

WIP Wednesday

So anyway Alpha throwing a strop might be one of my favourite things I've ever written.

[olenvasynyt]

Wanted to do a WIP wednesday for my upcoming Elucien multi-chapter!!! I'm excited and hopefully I can finish a handful of the beginning chapters before the Elucien week event starts!

The grass was cool and wet under her feet.  Leaves crumbled and twigs cracked, echoing through the forest air.  She was running, running…her hair swaying behind her and catching in the wind.  Someone was calling her name, their voice filled with so much laughter and warmth.  

“You can’t fly away from me.  I know you will come back.”

She ignored him, even as her smile widened.  Bells tinkled at her ankles as she quickened her pace, and the buzzing of insect wings vibrated against her back.  Broken light trickled between the jeweled leaves, dotting the forest floor with shimmering gold.

“Catch me, Lu.  Catch me.”

⌘

Elain woke up to darkness.  Pure darkness, tinted with lavender thanks to the sunrise that simmered beneath the horizon.  Outside her window, the garden and The Sidra beyond was still asleep in the twilight air; her flowers indecipherable in the darkness, and the riverbank a churning, crooning mystery.

But the birds were wide awake.  The soft cooing of doves filled the air, along with the happy, incessant chirping of black birds and thrushes.  Elain listened to them as she stared up at the bed canopy, willing her body to wake.

Her dream sat under her skin still.  It was like a bird fluttering at her rib cage, cooing and tweeting and struggling against the walls of her heart.  She swore the image was embedded in her mind: the brilliant orange glow, the swaying leaves and creaking woods…how the sky had been such a vibrant blue above the fiery canopy.  She had never seen a sky that color, even in the Night Court’s fae beauty.  Did the cold of the air make it seem brighter?  Did the ruby and gold leaves bring out the brilliant hue?  She doubted even a painter as wonderful as Feyre could have captured its vibrance.

Elain closed her eyes, blocking out the hazy twilight.  It hadn’t been one of her visions, was it?  The dream had felt like her powers, with its similar sort of strange, powerful heaviness, like she was sinking deeper into her body, an anchor dropping into the sea.  Yet at the same time, she knew it was something different.  The dream clung to her like a distant memory.  An array of feelings stirred inside her body like a gentle wind: warmth, love, maybe even victory and determination.  It had been a life of wildness and freedom, of a stubborn determination to be something more, to go somewhere else.

But it hadn’t been her life.  Her life had always been sheltered and quiet, with loved ones constantly at her side and their words hanging heavy in her ears.  

A dense weight tugged at her eyelashes.   She could have easily sunk back into the warmth of her blankets, but she forced herself out of bed.  After getting dressed in an outside dress and her muck boots, she crept out of her room quietly and headed to the garden. 

[mirersc]

m’ supposed to read computers for an exam but I can’t get Sonadow out of my head and now I am hyperfixated on catradora too by watching clips in you-tube!

Princess prom is a very interesting episode. So I was like why not shoot Sonadow at it? Here are some snippets of the work-

It is a wip- but meehh, who cares haha. I may end up making a whole sonic au based on Shera at the end. Obviously relationships & personalities would differ! Hints on Blazamy.

Sonic → Adora

Shadow → Catra

Tails → Glimmer

Amy → Bow

Rouge → Scorpia

I have no idea who yet Blaze is. May be a character of her own. Sally is Tails’ guardian. We love her. Haha. Enjoy!

[themontess]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @sunny374940 who always amazes me with how much great work they produce 😍

Tiny snippet from the latest chapter of Nesting:

“If we are to discuss this, seriously, then-” Rook’s gaze was intense. When she spoke, her words were slow and deliberate. She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “The times we live in, we are lucky for tomorrow. Maybe we get really lucky. Maybe each of us gets another fifty, sixty years of tomorrows. Maybe the world ends in three weeks.” She let out a chuckle at this, a note of… something which rattled low in her bare chest. “All I know is that every day knowing you has been worth it so far, and if the threat of death was enough to put me off things I want to do, things I know are right-” “Rook. Ari…” It came out more as a breath than a word.

Maybe dropping next Monday? Depending on what progress I make this week.

Tagging @the-font-bandit and @thrilmalia if they have anything they want to share :)

[geck-motj]

wip folder game :]

thanks for the tag @xiaokuer-schmetterling !! <3

ok so as i far as i understand i have to name all the titles of my wips, no matter how random, people can then ask about them, and i have to tag the same amount of ppl as i have wips

not sure if wip folders are different from actual docs of a fic but im basically gonna do what ive named my google docs

thisll be fun anywaysss here we go:

souls laid bare

the lack of fear (does not exist)

absolutely did not happen but the universe is set (slb adjacent ig??)

you will still be here tomorrow (but i may not)

so many people and nobody gets me like you

based on that one gay yt vid

healing

dark harry

and theyll read our letters in the future

unspeakable harry

harry runs away after sirius dies

shades of the sea

something that sounds like the truth

hermit crabs

tma stuff now ig??

against the grain

ide

viggo is alive

and this isnt including the ones ive kinda abandoned :\\ ive just been really focused on souls laid bare and everything else got shoved to the backburner. i have like twenty google docs and a couple of notebooks dedicated solely to slb. thats how insane i am about it

uhm ok tagging time @riverxsong-ao3 @delachaise @linkhorrendouspotter @eidelvyd @thelibraryfangirl @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @monsieurclavier @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @spitxxx @silverquill101 @daiseshead @being-luminous @inkyarcturus and anyone who wants to join

im tired

im going to bed now

[metalljellyphish]

Been trying to set a goal of less meandering in my writing, dunno if that’s going well or not but hey it only took him 1000 words to find the ibuprofen in Karen’s room :3

[ronearoundblindly]

Yes, Another WIP Poll!

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Thank you, @darsynia, for tagging me. This will at very least give me an achievable goal in terms of sentence count...

I'm limiting this to these 8, not really for any specific reason, but isn't eight ongoing stories enough??? Blargh. Ok. LET'S DO THIS, GANG!

[green-crow]

Hehehe tagged by @eat-your-milk !!!! I love this kind of challenge (any excuse to yap is good) so tysm!!!

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the titles that most intrigue them and then post a little snippet or tell us about them.

Well, instead of posting all the wip ideas I got written down (we'd be here all day) Imma just list the first 10 I see! (Keep in mind not all are httyd related!)

Also don't bully my naming system pls OTZ

1.- Motherhood

2.- Ethex

3.- BS - Prologue - Maybe don't eat random plants?

4.- BS - HT - A very familiar wound

5.- PP - Chapter 1: Whatever it takes

6.- WNF - Chapter 3: Constellations

7.- GbnF - Chapter 1: Unexpected company

8.- LLF - Chapter 3: Creatures of the Forest

9.- LLF - Chapter 4: The Cabin

10.- TWC - Prologue

I'll tag uhhh shit I don't know who makes fics and haven't gotten this game yet so sorry if I tag someone without current wips/already tagged! @julesisblue, @autisticfanperson, @cloverofhope, and @zariahthechocolatecookie <3

If anyone who hasn't been tagged wants to do it too then go ahead I officially tag u random citizen

[swanhild]

WiP Snippet

Thank you @polutrope and @sallysavestheday for tagging me to share something I'm working on! So here's Maedhros and Fingon being overly competitive shit-talking their family dancing at their wedding in that post-canon fix-it fic that feels like it will never be finished (with bonus appearances by the parents and some siblings and other relatives):

While Turgon possessed many talents that he excelled in, dancing wasn't one his strong suits. It was a fact that Fingon sometimes couldn't resist teasing him about if an occasion presented itself, but right now he simply chuckled softly and said, "I can't decide who's more awkward- your brother or mine." Glancing away from Caranthir and following Fingon's line of sight, Maedhros, too, was amused by the somewhat stiff way Turgon led Elenwë around the dance floor. "Let's not be too harsh on them. They're trying their best," he nevertheless defended their younger siblings, smiling and feeling rather fond of every single member of their family who had come to celebrate with them today. Turgon noticed them watching and nodded at Maedhros and Fingon with an unnecessarily grave expression on his face as he and Elenwë twirled past them. Maedhros had to hide his face in Fingon’s hair so Turgon wouldn’t see him laugh, though Fingon had no such qualms. “I’m certainly grateful we have Turno and Moryo here now to make us look better. I was starting to think we'd be the worst dancers at our own wedding." “What? You’re a good dancer. And so am I,” Maedhros protested. “Yes, but we’re surrounded by show-offs. Just look at them!” Maedhros turned his head in the direction Fingon had indicated and took in the sight of Celegorm effortlessly lifting Aredhel into the air as he spun her around. For two people who spent significant amounts of time crawling through forests, covered in mud and blood, they did admittedly look stunningly elegant and in tune with each other tonight. Next to them, Elrond and Celebrían made an undeniably graceful picture as well, and so did Galadriel and Celeborn, though Maedhros was mostly struck by the unusually soft and adoring expression on Galadriel’s face as she stared into her husband’s eyes. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen his feisty little cousin look like that. “Not to mention uncle Arvo and aunt Eärwen over there! We just can’t compete with that!” Fingon continued, with feigned despair. Arafinwë and Eärwen practically floated around the dance floor, looking very much as if they had spent their whole lives doing nothing else. But then Maedhros’ attention was drawn to his other uncle and aunt — now officially his parents-in-law — and grinned. “I think we can compete with your parents at least. They're not as bad as our brothers, but they won't be winning any awards for their dancing either." “The only reason they're better is because they've been practicing for weeks. Ammë’s not very enthusiastic about dancing, but Atar secretly loves it, so he's been taking full advantage of the opportunity. They are rather unevenly matched in terms of skill and passion though,” Fingon said, before suddenly stopping. “Speaking of parents, Russo, look!” Whipping his head around, Maedhros followed Fingon’s gaze towards the edge of the dance floor where his own mother sat at one of the tables, looking strangely flustered and conflicted. His father was kneeling in front of her, extending his hand and asking her for a dance. With his breath caugth in this throat, Maedhros watched as his mother hesitated, a myriad of emotions flickering across her face in rapid succession. For a few tense moments, Maedhros was sure she would refuse. But then she rose from her chair in one fluid motion and accepted his father’s outstrechted hand. Together, they made their way towards the twirling and swaying crowd. Maedhros quickly buried his face in Fingon’s hair again, but this time it was to hide the tears that had suddenly sprung in his eyes.

(and yes, Fëanor and Nerdanel eventually get back together in this, because I want them to)

Zero pressure-tagging @queerofthedagger @melestasflight @gardensofthemoon @elevenelvenswords @chrissystriped @thecoolblackwaves and anyone else who sees this and would like to share something!

[mutualcombat]

wip schwednesday

a bunch of you tagged me over the last few days with writing game stuff, last line and wip this or that, etc. ive been working overtime to pad my last paychecks before c2e2 so ive mostly been working and sleeping but here's something from the next chapter of miwi 🥺

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[chibifox2002]

Me thinks that Doey is a bit protective of his loved ones... Just a bit.

[rivnedell]

Wip Thursday

Because why not

Okaay, I've been pouring a lot of time and effort in my Art for the past weeks and my writing is suffering a bit from this abandon.

BUT

I've good news. The first prologue of my Series Relief is going to be posted very soon yaay ! (Gosh I'm such a snail..)

And of course my brain produced more wips.... 🫠

Here's a few lines of one of them, full of fluff.

(This is wip and things may differ in the final)

Thank you for reading ✨

You're waiting, sobbing as everyday, kneeling to Athena's altar. Praying the Goddess of Wisdom and War to bring him back to you, safe. You're wandering around the Atrium, looking at the rain falling in cascade into the puddle when the two large doors behind you clatter on the stone walls. You freeze and your heart accelerates. "Marcus," You say without turning around. You hear nothing, just a heavy breathing. A man. Your man ? Your hand squeezes into fists and the man behind you steps forward to you getting closer and closer to you. Then you feel two large hands, calloused and rough fingers running on your bare arms. They feel familiar. And then you feel his chin suddenly brushing in your hair. "My Lady," This voice, it's him. He's alive. You bring your hands to cover your mouth and as your eyes close in tears you flip your body to snuggle and lean into him. He was still wearing this damn medusa armor, so the touch isn't the best you would have expected for the first hug in months. But he's here. "You're here, it's real huh ?" You're trying to speak between your sobs, your arms ring tightly around him like he could leave you again the next second. "Yes I'm here, I'm back my Love," Marcus whispers, and you can here he's sobbing too. He takes your chin between his index and his thumb to make you meet his eyes. It's been months since you have plunged in his dark, yet caring and tender look. "I missed you," His thumb drags on your lips and you can't wait any longer, wrapping your arms around his neck, fisting your hands in his curls, kissing him passionately.

@the-mandawhor1an @thegreatwicked @viskarenvisla @galway-girlatwork @evolnoomym 💜

[themontess]

WIP Wednesday

Actually Wednesday (for 30 more minutes here, at least...)

Thanks for the tag @the-font-bandit - I am absolutely loving your new A Halo in Reverse series and getting all the backstage gossip 💖

Words to kick off the final chapter of Nesting, now I've bluffed my way through the rough draft:

Villa Dellamorte hadn't been ‘home’ for years. Caterina had had Lucanis’ rooms made up for him the second she'd been released from Venatori captivity, in case he ever wanted to visit. And although they had dropped in once before, when the former First Talon was out taking tea, it had only been to reclaim the boots that Rook now wore, among other things, as she held his belongings in storage. They had yet to accept the offer of hospitality, and Lucanis’ reluctance ran deep - unclear whether he was invited as guest or as heir, whether a visit would set the precedent for their relationship. Would he be expected to stay here, after their contract against the gods was complete? Could he be First Talon (could he be happy) under such close scrutiny? The apartment he'd kept, away from the compound, as a working assassin, had been a small, if sparse, slice of independence. Both he and Spite knew what freedom tasted like now, and mostly it tasted of the woman who held their hand as they crossed the ornamented threshold.

Open tag to anyone who wants to join in! Do tag me so I can see, whatever you're writing

[spoopyblues214]

@fungalittlefreak Thank you for including me in this little game!

Rules: you will be given a five letter word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

My word was DANCE

Damn his dramatics; she needed a better sense of humor than this.

All accept one, who was only brought to their knees, though the chains still singed through the fabric of their disguise. Still seared when they reached skin.

Not you, not ever, you were too perfect.. but he was curious of your likes now. How could he hack into your email-

Creme brulee. Right. Another sigh, another spoonful and a taste. Your fridge had looked pretty barren. You needed this.

Enter another nearly identical man to the few you saw earlier, also trying his horrible luck with a job interview.

This was hard, honestly, but I did it! I Don't know if I have many writer friends that haven't already been mentioned, but uh @oleander-nin @beanieable @ I really need more writer mutuals hmu guys please LMAO-

Your word is FIGHT ; teehee makin' it hard