#Writing wip

[jodstablet]

days have no meaning to me anymore but I’ve sure as hell been cooking 💞 (new Catholic School slasher AU)

[sapphiccup]

CRYING SO FUCKING BAD LIKE WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT HER LIFE IS SOOOOO FUCKING SAD BRO

like fuck!

I have so many x reader fics I’m gonna write about Vi BECAUSE SHE DESERVE FAMILY TIME BRO

SHE DESERVES HER LOVING FATHER SO MUCH BRO

but this once xreader fic I’m writing amongst many others this one scene got me choking up so badddddd

Its where Vander and her are singing their favorite song together and she’s just happy as fuck to sing her part! He used to sing the high notes before he got hella old so now she does it for him and then they argue about who’s better at that part and Vi insists that it’s him that does it better and he’s says Vi’s not too shabby at the high notes and they share a kind shared smile, and reader is just adoring the father and daughter bonding time AND OMG

My babies MY SHAYLAAAAA!!!!!!!

[lady-grace-pens]

HOW TO KILL A GOD: A RE-INTRO

The hands of Fate will turn your head whichever way she wants you to look. Her grip burns like hellfire, and the sight she forces you to see isn’t always glamorous…

-> GENRE: literary fiction. adult. drama.

-> STATUS: editing.

-> POV: first person. present tense. stream of consciousness.

-> THEMES: grief. love and betrayal. family. brotherhood. revenge. fate. karma. privilege. the beauty of nature. the struggles of healing. unconditional love being tested. religious crisis. looking back vs looking forward. embracing your own power. moving on in life.

-> CW: grief. depression. mentions of familial abuse. strong language. dark and heavy tone.

INCLUDES:

4th wall breaks to narrow the gap between the reader and characters. vivid and intense emotions expressed strongly and beautifully. pretty descriptions and tons of metaphors.

an old money family. horse racing. a fictional country in our world. a religion revolving around Fate and Karma as goddesses. a dead parent who haunts the narrative. dramatic male mc who has zero issues expressing his emotions - instead has trouble relishing in them. mc’s twin brother is a sarcastic bitchy bastard who’s right all the time and he knows it. Lovable, complex, and fun side characters who are occasionally pieces of shit <3 and need to get their lives together <3<3<3 and have their own subplots <3

SYNOPSIS:

It’s been eight years since the death of world-renowned explorer and horse jockey Indigo Haze. It seems as if everyone in the world has made peace with his passing - everyone except for his son Allister, who has made an idol of his father’s words, a precious journal gifted only to him, underneath the guise of ‘keeping his memory alive.’

He trapped himself in his own bubble of grief, and is unable to look beyond it to see how he’s causing himself more pain than good.

When the journal goes missing at the hands of his twin brother Preston, who only wishes Allister would look to the future instead of living in the past and longing for what could’ve been, Allister can only accept this as a sign of betrayal. Nothing less.

What begins as a small desire to ‘settle the score’ between them festers and burns until the brothers find themselves trapped in a series of bloody betrayals, each one as vile as the last. All acts become torture born out of vengeance, and a twisted desire to revel in mutual pain.

Rage gives way for exhaustion, inevitably, and as the burden and strain of their war begins to weigh on their backs, Allister and Preston are forced to confront the decay of the love they once carried for one another, and the uncanny death of their relationship.

—

How to Kill a God is a gripping and thrilling journey of a character’s descent into the lowest point possible in his life - a depth incomprehensible to him from page one. Deliciously dark and captivating, it captures the feeling of one’s own life rotting from the inside out, while there’s nothing they can actually do about it. Only watch and smile.

Shamelessly different. Shamelessly grandiose.

TAGLIST: @isabellebissonrouthier @wordwizards

MORE WIPS:

-> Songbird

-> Of Sinners and Seas (OSAS)

[jmgangel]

Vashara is my name for Aventurine’s sister who hates Ratio dearly. Progress on this is slow going but super fun. Hopefully it’ll be fine soonish.

[hyperions-light]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY 5/15/25

Hello, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, again! The confusingly named game where you:

Reblog this post with a snippet of whatever you’re working on (art, writing, music, crafts, whatever!) and I encourage you and comment briefly !

It doesn’t need to be Dragon Age! You can do whatever !

Because it is weekly, I won’t really be reblogging after Thursday is over, but you can still add stuff, if you want!

If you are looking for comments on/promotion of work that is currently being published, I do that on Bio(ware)feedback days! The next one is 5/17/2025!

Thanks for sharing your work, and have a great day!

[woundedsoul12]

Not Another WIP Game

Was tagged by the lovely @fenrelmercar who if you like Dreadrook please check out their amazing writing!!

Not going to tag anyone. Like yes I should be working on Davrin week (though Dark Emmrich lurks in the back of my mind). But that takes effort and work has sucked that effort from me (I maybe a little late on Davrin week. Too much in my brain right now)

But um... someone said it's Mermay. And I guess we will continue Selkie!Rook x Taash

Taash holds the fur between their calloused hands. Fingers sliding over the soft blonde hairs. A smile on their lips as they press the pelt to their face and inhale his scent.

Salt and sea and sun's fire. Their favorite combo.

It's been several years since he walked out of the waves and into their waiting arms. Gladly giving up his skin, and his home for a whole lifetime at their side. Chasing away the loneliness. The ache. His bright smile fueling endless days of bliss.

But he's changed lately. Sometimes they see him staring longingly at the sunset. As if he hears a song no one else does. As if his soul rests somewhere else.

And they know what it is. What grips him. A need so powerful even love cannot break it. For they truly love him. And as much as they want to be at his side always, they want to see him happy more.

[araavib]

I used to get stuck in the endless cycle of plotting, worrying about pacing, structure, and word count. Writing started to feel more like a chore than the creative escape it once was. That’s when I decided to ditch the stress and try something new—a method I now call The Eight Chapter Method.

It’s something I came up with after struggling to finish projects. I told myself: “What if I wrote the entire book in just eight chapters?” No strict structure. No perfect pacing. Just pure, messy storytelling.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘:

💡 I cram the whole book—plot, character arcs, major moments, and even some dialogue—into eight chapters. It’s rushed, chaotic, and beautifully imperfect. But it works. I don’t worry about word count or whether everything flows seamlessly. I just write.

Once those eight chapters are done, I go back with a clearer view of the story. That’s when I start breaking down the chapters, expanding scenes, smoothing transitions, and cutting what doesn’t fit. It’s like having a rough sketch before painting the final picture.

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆?

✍️ It keeps the excitement alive.

⏳ I don’t get bogged down by perfectionism.

📖 I see the whole story faster, making revisions less overwhelming.

I’m not sure if anyone else works this way, but it’s been a game-changer for me. If you’ve ever struggled with finishing drafts, I can’t recommend this enough. Just write the heart of your story, and worry about the rest later.🫀

[groovinrightalong]

Already started the sequel for my trans Mike fic because I’m just addicted to the grind I guess🫡

[lo1k-diamonds]

Make It Right 🚀 Part 1 (teaser)

His heart shook with the words out of his mouth, only to be met with your angry expression. “I would have known.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you stated, sure of yourself.

“You live in this park, do you?”

You sneered, “I would have seen you. Crossed paths with you. Heard that you were in town or—”

“My mom doesn't know half the time when I'm going to visit, since I don't know it myself,” he explained. “So, unless you live here, how would you know—”

“Oh, shut up!” you snapped angrily. “You were never here and you never cared!”

“Why would you say that?!”

“Because you never once reached out!”

“Neither did you!”

“You left!” Your shout echoed in the night. “You left, so why would I?”

He didn't let himself overthink. “Because you wanted to talk to me again.”

His heart thumped at the possibility and skipped when you admitted, “Sure, I did. Did you? Did you ever want to talk to me again?”

Coming May 20 💜

[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!

[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 ☠️)

[angels-of-horror]

“I’m writing,” I say as I pace around my room listening to the same song for the 19th time, daydreaming about the general *vibe* of my story.

[conindiundrum]

being a writer is funny because one day you think “is this too similar to everything that’s ever been written before??” And another it’s more like “wow this is completely different and unrelated to anything and entirely unmarketable.” And then you sob. It’s all the same project btw

[jmgangel]

Stelle live reaction.

[automeris-io-moth]

Short #5

"Shush, you're okay," Villain soothed, a warm hand running through Hero's hair, mask long ago discarded on the floor, filthy with blood and dirt. 

Hero disagreed, grunting as a half-thought response, still navigating on the frontier of consciousness. Trying, and failing, to slap the other’s hand away. 

“They did quite a number on you, no one would believe they’re supposed to be your friends.” Villain whispered the last part, a hand reaching for Hero’s belt, taking their weapons out, and throwing them to the side. Hero’s hand could only twitch “One can only wonder what would have happened to you if I hadn’t asked for you unharmed.” 

Carefully, Villain brushed a single tear going down Hero’s cheek. They hadn’t noticed they shed it. 

“There’s no need to cry, with me you’re safe.” 

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