#progress reports: writing

[turnabout-plus-one]

Hey everyone!! I’m Asami, one of the people working on the art team and I suppose one of the mods in this blog, but I’ve mostly just watching up until now. (Acc here: @strawberii-symphonii) Sorry for the inconsistency, but I promise we’re still working in the background. I’ll most likely pop in whenever I want to get feedback from you guys!

So for the overall story for the game, would you like to see references only to the main games, or are you also open to ones from other sources like the anime and manga? Either way, we'll have our own spin on it, but we won't divert from canon too much.

[shanastoryteller]

*deep sigh* i don't want to hear it!! okay!!!!

anyway

No Safe Investment

Sam remembers Jake stabbing him in the back and knows that Dean has done something stupid.

He fixes it.

[inks-books]

I DID IT!!!!!! I COMPLETED THE FIRST DRAFT OF THE BLUE EYED THIEF IN 1 MONTH!!!!!!!

Final word count: 118,012!!!!!!!!!

That's over double a NaNoWriMo!!!!!

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

[redo-rewind-if]

Breaking News: Local Author Back Again With Another Progress Report!! 📰

Next Update (Chapter 5):

A Friendly Chat 😇: 100%

A Typical Workplace Meeting: 100%

Wait, Why Did We Invite You?: 40%

Eavesdropping Made Easy: 2%

The World's Worst Date!: 5%

Got another solid chunk of the 3rd section complete! I, unfortunately, haven't been able to write as much as I wanted this last week due to being busy with other things. But, hey, another 20% ain't bad!

I also got inspired to write a tiny part of the "Eavesdropping" section. It isn't much but I'm still pretty happy with it! 😊

[creativenicocorner]

Thought I'd share a small sneak peek of ch10 from my fic Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills

During the ongoing editing process this is a moment I keep coming back to wondering if I should cut and save for a later time, or keep. Lately I've been leaning towards keeping it, but who knows what the future holds!

In the meantime, please enjoy! ___〆(・∀・) -------------------------------------

Serizawa placed a hand to his temple. Then pointed past a canopy of trees where the edge of a roof could barely be seen. There was a decorative statue on it, something that had wings. 

“And that must be the old main… manor?”

“As a manner of speaking, yes. Heh heh,” went Reigen. A pause. Silence. Reigen’s little self satisfied smile dropped some.

This wasn't causing the reaction Reigen had hoped for. He observed Serizawa a little closer. “You don’t look so good, Serizawa,” said Reigen in gentler tones.

It didn’t help how hot and bothered Serizawa was already feeling. With the back of his hand he dabbed at the beads of sweat showing up on his forehead. It was as if summer came early, but only for Serizawa.

A door opened from one of the sheds. Together they watched as two people with plastic bags exited it, busy with their talking and tasks. One was putting on heavy duty gloves. 

With so many workers Serizawa was surprised no one came to greet them. Were they just, used to people ambling up the road unannounced?

“I can’t tell if this presence is ‘the entity’ or just… the vibe of a very old place that had a lot of… unhappy things happen on the property.”

“It could be intertwined,” said Reigen glancing between Serizawa and the two workers enter into the fields. 

“It could be,” nodded Serizawa, “it very much could be. I’m not looking forward to it,” he dabbed under his chin with the back of his hand. Then shrugged off his muddy jacket. 

A cool spring chill immediately brushed against Serizawa’s warm body. It was instant relief, but it started to make the cooling sweat stick too. Which also wasn’t great, but he couldn’t stand the feeling of his jacket on him any longer. 

Looking at Reigen’s expression, Serizawa gave a comforting look. “Old places attract presences, especially places with history, or unhappy places or,”

“Cemeteries?” Reigen offered.

“Yes,” said Serizawa. 

“Perhaps there’s an unmarked gravesite around here,” Reigen frowned. Already scanning for potential locations for an unmarked grave. Would an old estate like this have a small potter’s field of sorts? He ignored the needly cynic in him who pointed out: of course there is. 

Serizawa hummed, “very possible.” 

Serizawa lifted a psychic infused hand and moved it about the air, as if moving magnetic powder around. Shifting through the centuries to try to find the specific residue he had come to associate with the Entity. 

Disease, unwanted pregnancies, indentured servitude, the struggle of living within a strict cast system, the little joys and happiness found against great odds, love lost, love found, treachery, betrayal, an unspeakable sacrifice. 

Yet nothing specific. Or rather, recent for their cause. 

Not quite tinged in enough teal. 

Or so it seemed. 

Was that a tale-end of a noise? Just beneath the rumble of a tractor? It came and went like a wave, just out of hearing. And just when Serizawa could place it, it was gone. 

Sometimes old places like this were a little easier to read. The psychic equivalent to geologists reading the foliation on a canyon. The pressure of time centuries, or the weight of grief squeezing the flat or elongate minerals (or in this metaphor; emotions, locations, old old objects and so on), within a place so they become aligned. 

This isn’t always the case of course. 

Something as vast and profound as emotions can hardly be contained within such parameters. But it helped Serizawa contextualize it all. Perhaps other psychics had other approaches, everyone was wonderfully different. 

Serizawa lowered his hand, and lifted a thin barrier. The psychic equivalent of wearing beekeeper’s gear. 

It, the floating residue of emotions, were all mainly harmless. 

The barrier wouldn’t ward such presence away either, it was light enough for them (in this new honey filled metaphor) to even perch and walk along the psychic bee suit curiously, but still, nice not to risk getting stung. 

It was something he found himself doing around locations filled with a menagerie of strong lingering emotions. There was great potential for a haunting here, if not now…then in the future. Dormant and waiting for just the right catalyst. Patiently in pause, until the liminal opening presented itself. 

And so on.

Reigen leaned into Serizawa’s field of vision. Giving his arm a gentle nudge with his elbow. “You good?”

“Yes. Thank You.” Serizawa resisted the urge to cup Reigen’s lovely round face in his hands. His hands fidgeted some. 

“Pick up on anything in particular?” Reigen moved the bicycles so they wouldn’t be in the path of others passing. 

Serizawa shook his head, “usual old place stuff.”

“Old as balls, huh?”

Serizawa rolled his eyes, Reigen beamed. 

Then after a while Reigen asked: “…What do they look like?”

“Hm?” Serizawa blinked at him, he had expected another jovial joke. 

“The, uh, old place stuff,” here Reigen wiggled his fingers indicating all the spiritual hodgepodge he imagined floating about. Or, sticking?  

Serizawa smiled. Once again happy Reigen had come clean and was able to stop squirming long enough to admit to not having powers. It meant a lot less jokes about things being strong enough or weak enough to be seen. And, it meant Serizawa could share more about this side of himself with less song and dance.

“Every location is different…” Serizawa paused, and wondered how he could put it in a way Reigen would understand. “Like…like how some vegetables need the right season. Or…uh, soil…levels?”

Reigen nodded, “ph levels, and an acidic scale in the soil. Plus, weather I’m sure? Except the weather could be…uh, anything?”

“Yes!”

Reigen looked skyward. “It’d make sense that the afterlife is just as varied and different than the, uh, …life life,” he finished sheepishly.

Serizawa noted no one had yet come out to greet them, then again, they hadn’t rung any bell or anything. He considered the fields, and considered all the different type of fields he had witnessed in a single morning alone. He considered Reigen, full to the brim with green thumb facts.

A breeze rustled over the pair of them. 

Serizawa folded his muddy jacket and draped it over his bicycle. 

“…Give me your hand,” said Serizawa, almost inaudible. 

“What?” Reigen looked at him. At the outstretched hand, with little calluses, the vast squishy palm, the little hairs that peppered the back of it and knuckles. “…okay.” Reigen gulped and tried to keep his head on his shoulders.

Serizawa held the hand, and concentrated. 

Reigen shivered as something overcame him. Not just emotion. Like a film was slowly being stretched over him. He felt like a blushing leftover dish being preserved for another day’s meal.

“…a barrier?” Reigen guessed. It wasn’t the first time he experienced such a feeling, though this was slightly different. It made his eyes water a little like bad hay-fever. Or what he had always imagined hay-fever to be like. 

In short, this was new. 

Serizawa nodded proudly. “Correct!” Then he squeezed Reigen’s hand ever so slightly.

It caused another shiver, he had to bite back a gasp as his lashes fluttered as if someone used a harsh flash, and everything was blotchy with after images. 

When Reigen could focus again he saw…saw…

“Oh… I see,” whispered Reigen.

It was as if a cell animation was placed over what Reigen had always considered ‘reality’. Motes of light made of amorphous spirits. Strange beings that looked like Cambrian era entities mixed with impressionistic art styles. It was breathtaking, and melancholic all in one. 

“Do you…see this all the time, Serizawa?”

“Not always. Sometimes I don’t want to.”

“What do you do then?”

Serizawa shrugged, “do the psychic equivalent of putting on sunglasses I suppose. Sometimes it’s for the best that I don’t see…they’re not used to being seen, so if the wrong kind of spirit sees you seeing them well…it’s not always a fun time. You see?”

“I see,” nodded Reigen. “Unwanted attention.”

“Yeah. …annoying even.”

“Sounds potentially, um, tedious.” 

“It is, but, I learned…”

“Like everyone…”

“Yeah,” said Serizawa resisting the urge to make little designs with his thumb over Reigen’s hand. “Yeah…”

Reigen frowned as he nodded. “…Do the kids have to deal with this too?”

“Most likely.”

Reigen’s frown deepened a little more as he considered this. “Sounds…hard.” 

“It can be intuitive,” encouraged Serizawa.

“I suppose,” said Reigen not entirely convinced. 

“‘Can’ is the operative word here,” amended Serizawa.

Reigen turned his head to look around more with these ‘fresh psychic eyes’. 

He observed as something pale lanky and massive poked about the fields. How people seemed to walk straight through the being, unperturbed. Floating one eyed scarecrow like…things. Some sort of prehistoric looking fish made out of the lines of a canyon wall, swimming through the air. Motes of, dirt, or feather balls. A many tooth horned creature that popped in and out of the grass like an earthy crocodile emerging from a river. 

It was like a childhood fantasy come to life. 

Meanwhile what could be seen of the Takeda manor in the background, had a hard to see-through miasma around it. A constant fog. Or the swirl of a coming thunderstorm. 

It was all so terrifying, and beautiful. Reigen wanted to squeeze Serizawa’s hand. Instead he said: “Won’t…I bring attention to myself, being able to see this?”

“It isn’t permanent.”

“Oh…” then Reigen added, “right, Mob did something similar once.” 

Serizawa nodded remembering the memory that Mob had shared with him.

“It was… exhilarating, and,” here, Reigen couldn’t help but allow a smile escape him, “in retrospect maybe even a little cool. But I was so concerned about the situation at the time, and… angry. I didn’t get to really look around. I wonder if I would have seen something like …all this.”

“You might have. Keep in mind this location is… really active to say the least.” 

“Incredible,” breathed Reigen taking in the supernatural scenery.

“You’re welcome to see it anytime though, just…ask.” 

The connection brought by the touch of their grasping hands felt very, very warm indeed. 

“Thank you,” said Reigen just above a whisper. “I might take you up on it…in the future. And…thank you, for showing this to me now. It’s…” a smile grew on Reigen’s face.

Serizawa wanted to preserve it gently like a flower in a book.

“…it’s wonderful, Serizawa. Thank you, again.” 

“My pleasure,” said Serizawa with an aching weight. “You share things with me all the time and…and today alone you’ve shared so much. I just… I’m happy.”

They looked at each other. 

The look lingered.

The sound of rustling trees and bending grasses. 

“I’m going to let go now…it’ll break the connection. So you won’t be able to, well, See. It might be jarring. Is, ah, what I’m saying.”

“Okay.” 

“I’ll keep the barrier up. Just in case.”

“Thank you.”

Serizawa made no move to let go of Reigen’s hand.

Reigen waited politely, albeit curiously. 

Serizawa swallowed. “I’m, uh, concentrating…” he lied.

“Oh!” Went Reigen accepting this instantly. “Makes sense.”

Serizawa restrained the impulse to shake his head, or Reigen for that matter as he thought: How could someone so perceptive be so dense? 

With an internal sigh, Serizawa slowly let go of Reigen’s hand. 

For the best, thought Serizawa.

The hands hovered in the air for a while, lingering, before gently returning to their sides. The connection broken.

After a while, for something to say before he crawled out of his own skin, Serizawa asked: “What crop is in the fields?”

“Safflowers,” said Reigen not bothering to look. He was still observing Serizawa. 

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Thank you! ___〆(・∀・)

[houndsofcorduff]

Reach For The Stars Week 4 Recap

For the Reach for the Stars event hosted by @the-wip-project

Daily Goal: 200 Words | Weekly Goal: 1400 Words

Monday, May 26 - 0 words

Tuesday, May 27 - 597 words

Wednesday, May 28 - 141 words

Thursday, May 29 - 415 words

Friday, May 30 - 966 words

Saturday, May 31 - 1936 words

Sunday, June 1 - 0 words

Weekly Total: 4,055 words

Read my Flash Fiction Friday here!

A snippet from this week. Featuring Em'het sass.

"What's so funny?" Kyadin asked, returning to the head of the table with his oatmeal. "You wouldn't get it," Em'het shrugged. "It was an intellectual exchange." Kyadin rolled his eyes, his mood the only one still sour. "Well, whatever, can't have been that funny if you were the one telling the joke." Em'het was going to stick his tongue out, but caught the look from his mother and decided maybe one funny act of disobedience was enough for now.

Sorry, my log for this week is so late, it's been a busy start to the week! But back in action for at least a...few hours lol.

[bilightningwriter-writing]

Kay's Progress Report- Day 0

Alright, let's reach for the stars! I'm participating in @the-wip-project 's event, so hopefully, I can stay on top of writing at least weekly, if not daily.

Going to give myself a weekly goal of 2,000 words (averages to 285-286 a day). Purposefully making it low because with work and my migraines, I don't always get to write every day, even when I want to.

Including my other writing sideblog ( @bilightningwhumper ) within this goal because I'm hoping to get some May event prompts done. I'll just be posting them in chunks at the end of the month rather than each day.

[redjayson]

Hi! It's almost time for the progress report again! I was going to ask next week, but my parents are visiting so I will clean the entire house and forget about stuff due to stress soooo.

You posted a new chapter of Baby's first SVSSS fic (which was really great btw) and the febuwump (which just occasionally haunts me). How are you doing with the big bang? We're finally in the time frame where stuff is getting posted and most people have posted a teaser before that. Are you going to post a teaser too? I am so curious about what your fic will be, so I figured I'd ask!

No pressure obviously, I'm pretty sure the word count of your big bang entry is the size of an entire novel (or two)

end of the month means progress report tiiime. was about to respond to this post all "woe is me I've not written much this month" but then I actually checked my spreadsheet and it turns out I've written 25k so far and there's still a week left so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Baby's First SVSSS Fic (I've got 2.2k of chapter 5 written already, yay!)

blood and seafoam (I'm going to finish this fic in february, goddammit! I swear I am. chapter three is currently 9k + like 1-2k in my notebook that I need to type up. it may well end up being split into two chapters to post; the three chapters was a guesstimate on my part)

big bang fic (I'm still putting in a good amount of work editing it; total word count is still hovering in the 120k range, but there's 21 chapters total and I usually add to my word count while editing lmao. I have an official posting date, though! march 9, mark your calendars, everyone. I'm going to post the first 5-6 chapters then; I may post a teaser beforehand, but we'll have to see)

omegaverse jinlan city fic (added a bit to this, so now chapter 3 is 3.7k)

shrine maiden au (about halfway through my big bang fic I wrote something that made me go 'hey that base idea could be used in another fic' and thus the shrine maiden au was born. I wanted it to be short and fun and almost immediately porn but you know me. it's currently 5.5k and binggeyuan have only just kissed)

I signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate (with two offers) and the MXTX Remix 2025, so that's three guaranteed fics at some point! obviously I don't know any details for them yet (and even once I do I won't be able to share much until the fics are posted), but that will be happening this year :D

[turnabout-plus-one]

writing progress report!

hii guys welcome to the first official progress report for tp1 ^_^

routes!

okay routes! so far we've got these as finalised routes:

miles edgeworth (romantic / ??) kristoph gavin (romantic?) iris fey (romantic / platonic) maya fey (platonic) apollo justice and trucy wright (platonic) larry butz (platonic / ...? ) ??? (???)

and these as potential route ideas:

godot/diego armando (platonic) sebastian debeste and kay faraday (platonic)

the route list may be edited and more routes may be removed and added at any time!!!

most of the routes on the finalised route list have been blocked out with ideas already - funnily enough, the route we have the MOST development is, well, larry's . you can thank placid for that one 💥💥

extra!

we have a bunch of fun cameos lined up, so be on the lookout for those! some are route specific, some aren't. pray for your faves, okay?

we're having lots of fun in the discord server, so also be on the lookout for the occasional teaser post for routes, features, etc! placid will be handling the programming and audio section of this blog, and tama the art! we will . figure out audio later ☝️

remember, too; this is a passion project and none of us are getting paid, so there's no set release date or anything - it's just something we're doing out of love for art, writing, programming, and the ace attorney games 🫶🫶

this has been a fun progress report - keep your eyes peeled for more!

- squid 🦑

[shanastoryteller]

tgp ch 10 progress report: 9k

[definitelynotshouting]

in case you're wondering how its going rn

[novella-november]

I'm not sure if it is this particular story, 4thewords, or the knowledge that my official writing goal is 1,000 words per day instead of 1,664 from nano, but but I have managed to soar past my goal each day so far, where before I struggled immensely!

Managed 2,155 yesterday for Day Two [day three for me, since I started on Halloween because I knew I was gonna be busy away from home for three days] even with being in a car for hours!

[redo-rewind-if]

Hello and welcome back! Got a ~mysterious~ report this time around featuring the rare and elusive ???%.

Next Update (Chapter 5):

A Friendly Chat 😇: 100%

A Typical Workplace Meeting: 100%

Hold On, Who Invited You?!: ???%

Eavesdropping Made Easy: 0%

The World's Worst Date!: 5%

So, I've got some good news and some bad news here. Starting with the good: I've managed to get a solid fourth of the current section done! Which would be great except...

After reading over what I wrote, I realized the pacing felt off and, honestly, I'm just not happy with it. And I've decided that I may need to change the events of the "Who Invited You" section somewhat and possibly some of "Workplace Meeting".

Which is. Not ideal. But I think I can reuse a good chunk of what I already have. Regardless, I should have it all figured out by the end of next week so hopefully I'll have a better progress report for you all then. 😅

[cobra-creampuff]

Tagged by @imsodishy to post seven sentences from a WIP.

Johnny can hear the smile in her voice. The dare. Johnny stops where he is (not abruptly; Johnny Lawrence doesn't freeze). He flicks his eyes up to give Kayo an amused but stern half-glare - the correct reaction, and the reaction Johnny gave both of the other two times a chick had hinted she wanted him to wear something of hers (except perfume, he'll let a girl put her perfume on him if it doesn't smell like shit or make him sneeze, that's totally different). But Johnny feels kind of weird about it this time. There's a slight, there-and-gone lurch in his stomach, like missing a step going down stairs. The sensation of an open space where there's supposed to be something solid in the way.

from [untitled panties fic], currently 2k

I tag @jamiesfootball @lunar-years @kjscottwrites and @gailynovelry.

[season-77]

Ready for another photo? God, I feel like I could do this all day...

[morbethgames]

Love the story but I think I encountered a major bug? I went to talk to the coroner's office but during the debriefing with elizabeth at the end she brings up Jacob and confiscating a USB, which didn't happen on my playthrough. Its very confusing.

Will definitely look into this. Thank you for the report!