#dalawas wip

[alrightbuckaroo]

So many to choose from ahh! But I need to know more about the drag queen au 👀

I'm so glad you asked because I'm so excited for this one.

This one was actually born out of @heartstringsduet sending an ask for a song inspired ask meme and the song that she chose ended up being Andrew in Drag by The Magnetic Fields (one of my favorite songs)

Essentially, Carlos sees Ilona Star one night, believes she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and spends a good time pining after her, despite the fact she both exist.

He ends up meeting TK, an EMT by day, who might also just be a drag queen by night. He also just might be Ilona Star, but he doesn't want Caros to find out. Here's a snippet:

“Hey, what do I always say?” Nancy asks, tilting TK’s head up. His indigo tinted lids play perfect compliment to his honey red auburn wig. “Leave ‘em wanting more?” TK guesses, his lips becoming a perfect circle of carmine lip stain as he says the last word of the statement. “Exactly,” Nancy plucks a strand of burgundy red hair from TK’s wig that’s standing at attention and gently pushes it behind his ear. After, she steps back and displays her full garb, ruby red heart-shaped pasties partnered with rich red lingerie. “Nancy Gillian fixes hearts,” Her statement is followed by a provocative smile. “Polly Amory breaks them.”

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[whatsintheboxmh]

Hi May!

At the credit of our dear friend Char, there's a lil ask game in progress. If you feel like it, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog. (But no pressure of course 💜)

Hi Dalawa! and also Lola@welcometololaland too!💕💕

1. I'll be attending a concert of my favorite Japanese band for the next three days starting tomorrow, so I won't be available for this week's WIP Wednesday.

2. Look at my ticket number! What do you call this in English!? lol Anyway, since I'll be the 80th person to enter, so I'll be really close to the stage.

3. I thought of sharing this because this band often sings anime theme songs, so maybe some of you have heard of them before. As for famous anime, maybe BLEACH and My Hero Academia? They've done a ton of theme songs, but I don't know which ones are popular in everyone's countries.

I feel like this might be deviating from the purpose of the ask game, but that's just how things usually go.😂

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Lemon! I must know more of this Jane Fonda fic 👀 Those little WIP Wednesday snippets you posted awhile ago were just so good!

Thanks Dalawa!!!

Here’s a little sneak 👀 of a TK & Marj scene

“You should take it,” he laughs when she looks up at him with surprise. “I can tell you love it, Marj, it should go to someone who appreciates it. Not sit in a box in the storage unit in the garage.”

“No way, TK, it was your mom’s, it should stay with family.”

“It is,” he smiles, not even having to think about it. “It will, you are family, Marj.”

Her face softens and she looks back down at the teapot.

“Plus, I like the idea of having tea from her pot when I’m at your place. It’ll be like having a visit with her.”

He finds his mind slipping to a memory of his mom picking him up from the airport the night he returned from rehab in California. She hugged him tighter than he ever remembered, only pulling back to cradle his face in her hands and tell him how proud she was of him, to call him her sweet boy. She’d bundled him up and pulled him along to the train. When they got home she settled him on the couch and made him a mug of oolong tea before sitting next to him and asking how it felt to be home. It was then, with his hands wrapped around a hot mug of tea and his mom squeezing his knee and radiating with joyful pride in him, that he truly allowed himself to believe that he’d made it.

“I mean it, Marj, I want you to have it.”

“Okay,” she says hesitantly. The serious tone of the conversation thrown off a bit by the fact that she’s still wearing the giant floppy hat. “But only if you agree you can take it back whenever you want. Maybe you guys will get a house one day, with a bigger kitchen—”

“Carlos’s dream!”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “Deal?”

“Okay, deal.”

Wip Tag Game

[theghostofashton]

Hi! My word for you is warm ☕️

hi dalawa! one of my favorite words, appears often in my writing, so i'll give you my favorite instance:

His touch feels warm and his hands are light and Carlos’s body is singing, alight in ways he did not know it could be.

send me a word and if it’s in my wip document i'll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[sanjuwrites]

man's daughter needs glasses and man and husband freak out about it <- please tell me more about whose man whose husband and whose daughter 👀

dalawa hi!!

unfortunately, alex and henry's little girl seems to need some glasses, and alex decides that he can't be normal about it.

really, alex fox-claremont-diaz is truly such a mess, but henry loves him all the more for it anyway (yes henry and alex hyphenate fox and claremont-diaz, i will die on this hill. henry only wants to carry the last name of the people he's truly felt loved by 🥰🥰)

have a snippet!

“Baby, I’m home!” Alex comes flying through the garage door, holding a briefcase and a bag of Indian takeout, “And I brought dinner.”  Alex’s smile grows wider on his face when he hears the pitter-patter of little feet running up the kitchen, and he sets his bags down on the counter, crouching down as his daughter collides into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.  “Hola, mija,” he says into her hair, picking her up as he stands, swinging her around. “Papa missed you!” Alex places her on his hip as he pulls his tie loose, “Where’s Daddy?”  “Right here, love,” Henry turns into the kitchen, laughing. “Your daughter seems to have me beat in speed, though.” Henry leans in and presses a kiss to Alex’s lips, “Hi.”

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[heartstringsduet]

Hi Michelle! Red, sweet and warm for the WIP word game 💜

Hi Dalawa 🌼 Again, from the fantasy AU 'Bargains' When the wild fires colored the sky red then black, his father walked into the forest and returned with the sun a few days later. It stinks of piss and something sweet and chemical he can’t place, and he knows the shiver isn’t just from his wet clothes.  The stranger opened his eyes when the fire died down to glowing ambers - eyes so dark, like the mercy of sleep, warmth and comfort - and TK burst into tears anew.

Tell me words and I’ll publish the sentence of a WIP 🔮

[doublel27]

Blush~ (for the send me a word thing)

Thanks for the ask, Dalawa! You got Carlos Cow Eyes 3x14

~*~

They’d actually celebrated TK’s return to his first twenty-four hour shift last week. TK had blushed and insisted it was too much nonsense over work, which was easier than being alone with his thoughts, but Carlos had been too proud to let it go. Carlos had even ignored TK’s insistence that going twenty-four hours without a meeting wasn’t as big a deal when he went to one before and one right after. 

TK was maybe the strongest person Carlos had ever known, and the least he could do was celebrate his successes.

~*~ Send me a word in my ask box and I'll find a snippet for you in one of my WIPs

[alrightbuckaroo]

OMG Ada you have a bottle episode fic??? 👀 (I want to ask about all of them for real tho)

Hello Dalawa <3 <3 <3

I do!

It's a very recent idea, I've finally been having less of them so my hands can finally catch up with my brain hahah, but it's one I truly hope to see pushed to fruition.

It's set during the winter storm arc (because of course it is) and TK and Carlos walk into an elevator just as the power goes out. They're now both stuck in a metal death trap with someone they still love but are pretending not to.

I can't wait to see what it's like writing a long form story that's literally just the two of them because I never do that. I'm going to want write an OC soooooo bad I just know it 😭

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[sznofthesticks]

two women deeply motivated by blood and bruises decide to — decide fo what? 👀

thank you for asking dalawa!! tagging @reyesstrand since you also asked about this one! and @nancygillianmvp since you asked for anything nancymarjan related! <3

another one that doesn't have much down other than a few paragraphs and is mostly in my brain! but nancy and marjan, who claim THEY'RE TOTALLY JUST FRIENDS, get back to the firehouse after a call where marjan risked her life again, and it eventually leads to hot sex, because why not?? haha

Have a line where i still need to do research on firefighter terms that i was too tired to do while writing lol

“Why would you do that?” Nancy pleaded with concern, gripping the overcoat of her [look up proper term for firefighter gear?? Is it actually turn out gear??]

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[shadesofdeviant]

Hi Rin! 3, 4 and 13 please 💜

HI Dalawa! Thanks for the ask! <3

3 - What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It's a toss up between My Buddie fic: Your Arms Are Like Corset Strings or my Good Omens fic: City Of Blinding Lights.

4 - How many WIPs do you have right now?

Oh goodness...umm....I just checked my folders...and it's 41 🫣

13 - How much planning do you do before writing?

Honestly a lot! I'm the weirdo who makes powerpoint presentations for each WIP and does character slides and chapter slides and plot lines and spends hours putting graphs and charts in.

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Carlos reluctantly takes a pole dancing class? 👀 I would like to know what this entails (also what he is wearing to said class)

Thank you Dalawa!!!

Wellllllllll! This one does not have enough written to share any sneaks, but. The idea is thus:

Iris forces a reluctant Carlos to take a pole dancing class for his bachelor party. He is just wearing gym attire, probably running shorts and a tank. However! He injured himself during the class and tries to hide it from TK 😂 Once TK figures it out Carlos is a less than gracious patient.

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[bipedalseal]

there are two things that haunts me in both my waking hours and literature, self-made or not: mental distance despite close physical proximity, and inflicting affection. then they combine to make absolutely one of my favorite tropes in all time--though perhaps something i’d not like to experience in real life--aloofness during an act that is supposed to bring two people together, physically mentally romantically or platonically, then something makes all the barriers and self-restraint go down. affection comes full force, so much that it escapes you and inflicts upon the other person.like hugging someone so hard they choke, or stabbing someone and putting a rose in the wound, it says, “here is my love. i will not give it, i will inflict it.” it’s not about being afraid of being rejected so you take away the question and one of the answers; it’s about feeling fondness and affection and expressing it through violence. i don’t know if i wrote it myself or not, but there’s a quote in one of my wips that sums it up perfectly: dalawa ang biyak ng dibdib ko. nanggaling sa oras na pinilitan kitang pumasok at pinilitan mong lumabas.

[sun-saynnn]

arte ng abril : 2

APR 17

This is my second still life (gouache on canvas). Dito ko natutunan na hindi magandang gamitin 'yung gouache in an oil paint manner dahil nagmmix 'yung backgroung (black) sa objects (vase and oranges). Tinigil ko muna dahil mauubusan ako ng paint kapag tinuloy ko so hahanap muna ako ng ibang paraan to paint it nang hindi masyadong nagcconsume ng maraming paint. Tsaka as seen sa pic, I had problems with the colors dahil hindi pa broad 'yung knowledge ko in those things and isa pa lang 'yung tinetake kong lesson (w/c is 'yung painting workshop ng Paintable)

APR 20

Sinubukan kong pag-aralan mag-drawing ng photorealistic portraits dahil alam kong 'yun yung main weakness ko. May dalawa akong methods na nakuha for this: Loomis and Reilly. And sabi ng mga art teachers na isa sa mga ways to learn it is to breakdown the facial features. And I agree with them dahil na-realize ko rin nung kelan na I learn better if science of art 'yung pinaguusapan. By that I mean, mas technical 'yung pagturo parang ganun. Like kung paano and bakit 'yung isang bagay. 'Yung para bang instead na sabihin sa'king magdrawing ka ng folds ng mata, sundan mo lang kung anong nakikita mo, mas gusto ko kung bakit ganun 'yung isang bagay. BASTA HAHAHAHA. Hindi ko ma-explain ng maayos pero ganun 'yung sa'kin.

sobrang labong studiesss

Pansin ko rin na instead of visually practicing it, lagi akong nagt-take down ng notes. Ewan pero mas trip ko 'yung ganun. Kailangan may written explanation ako ng natutunan ko.

APR 23

I swear hindi 'yan ganyan kalabo nung piniktyuran ko.

Anyway, natanggap ko 'yung bagong watercolor pad ko nung saturday kaya nag-try akong mag-watercolor and 'yan 'yung result. Hindi ko pa masyadong gamay 'yung watercolor.

Gouache Still Life WIP#3 :DDD

Sinubukan ko naman uli mag-gouache still life. Katulad nung still life WIP#2, reflective surfaces 'yung problem ko. Ina-attempt kong gamitin 'yung gouache the way way it is meant to be used, same with the painting beside it. Naisip ko na mag-aral muna dahil mukhang nagr-rely lang ako sa isang teacher tsaka ko ic-continue 'yung still life WIPs ko

[lengwritesstuff]

Six Sentence Sunday (April 23, 2017)

Isa na namang pasilip sa susunod kong updates! Sorry kung mukhang end of April to first week of May pa ako makakapag-update ng WIPs ko (Thing #2 at TMEUAS) kaya eto, peace offering. May pasilip din sa long overdue na Thighs Ch 2 haha

Thighs Ch. 2

She’d sent him the wrong message, though. Apparently, throwing a box of condoms at him had a way of saying “bend me over the toilet and fuck me” when she was actually aiming for “please bend me over the toilet gently and respectfully”.

TMEUAS Ch. 19.2 - The (Lonely) Hearts Club ii

“Pwede naman--” Cyrus was cut off when his phone suddenly vibrated in his palm. “Wait. Sorry.”

Napakunot ang noo niya nang mabasa ang pangalan sa screen.

From: Ate Anya

#1: Uy saan ka na? Dyan ka na ba kumain?

#2: Oh. I get it. I knew this would happen. Hay.

#3: I know it’s Valentine’s today and mas prone ang mga masokista na maging mas tanga. But you know better, Cy. Don’t be a part of that statistic.

“Uy. Game pa?”

Imbis sagutin ang text ni Anya, binalik niya ang phone sa bulsa ng pantalon niya. “Tara. Gutom na ako,” he said, smiling.

Sorry, Ate. I have to do this. I don’t want to be like you.

Thing 2 #6: The One With Andreau’s Question

“Sometimes you just know things,” Anya replied before licking the barbeque sauce off her fingers. “People are weird like that.”

“How?”

“What do you mean how?”

“What does that even mean? How would you just know things?” he said, turning his head to face her with a slightly confused expression.

Anya stared at him point blank in return, filled with disbelief. “Andreau teka, you’re seriously asking me this? For what, para gawan mo ng Gantt chart?”

“Anya.”

“Andreau, don’t be ridiculous. Isa ‘to sa mga bagay na hindi mo kayang kontrolin.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Bakit, sa ‘ting dalawa ba sino na ang na-in love? Sino na ang nasa isang stable romantic relationship? Di ba, ako?”

“Know-it-all,” was all he could say. He always hated it when she’s right.