#project wip: andré

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Flamingo and penguin, for your ask meme

wip game of birds!

Hi hi hi darlin', thank you for dropping by!! Always a pleasure, of course.

🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)

At random, here's a piece from a little project I mentioned to you last week. Still not sure if I'm committing to writing it, but I enjoyed the vibe, anyway. Just a moment, and not 60k of slow burn quick burn, you know? It's refreshing! My heart craves that kind of inconsequentiality right now, I suppose. The next time I ask you if a thing needs chapters-- just say no.

"You know what they say, señor," he drawled, and it was possible he'd already had too much wine. Martín tended to be in an off mood for most of Andrés's weddings, at times nearly manic in the joy he portrayed. Andrés wasn't sure he liked it, anymore. "That there are but two socially acceptable reasons to decline an offer to dance. One is if your prospective partner is too drunk–"  "Which does not apply, here. If one of us–"  "The other," Martín interrupted him, slowly, lifting his glass and very much proving Andrés's point. He was dragging his words out a little, enjoying this moment of having the groom all for himself. "If you have reason to believe they cannot dance."  "I'm wounded, Martín. You've attended enough of my weddings to have seen it for yourself - I very much can."  "I've seen waltzes," Martín allowed, "As well as foxtrot. What I haven't seen is a competent tango. You stand to harm my reputation, if it turns out that you're shit at it." Andrés held out his hand, because he knew what he could do.  And he also knew - Martín was going to say yes.

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

It's a shame that most of my funniest moments are also so spoilery. They build on stuff. Have this one, though - it's from the last chapter of curtains, of course:

"I'll bet you any amount of money," Andrés continued, "That you never washed the mattress."  "I– shut up."  He'd burned the thing. It had seemed like less effort. "I knew it. I'd tell you to pay up, but it doesn't really matter," Andrés grinned, victorious, "Shared finances."  Martín should have known, that when Andrés had said we should just go back to sharing a bank account, it was so much easier, I don't care who bought the sundried tomatoes, agreeing to it was a bad idea. 

[apieters]

The background of my WIP (yes, I always draw and color things that might end up getting covered—it gives me options for composition).

Backgrounds are usually very hard for me, and imagining rooms and buildings especially so. But, after deciding to just go for it, I slowly began adding broad shapes where my imagination was saying something belonged, then I started filling in details. In the end, this image represents what I was vaguely imagining very well, and I’m so pleased with how it turned out that I decided to share the sketch.

This background is a chateau in the French district of the Magic Kingdom. It’s not Musketeer Headquarters, which is in the city, but rather it’s the Musketeer Training Office (or something to that effect). This will be the site of a large fencing tournament in the first half of my massive fanfiction project, Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom, which will feature characters from the 1993 Disney film The Three Musketeers and will explain just how my characters, Chris and André, know these illustrious swashbucklers.

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project drakeswood; an intro

"The beauty of the dragon was something that haunted Colette." introducing pr. drakeswood: what was formerly my childhood escape->nanowrimo project->current wip novel. ya medieval fantasy, draft 1.1, ~80k words. identity, change, growth.

In the thousand years that elves have lived on Pasithee, no human has entered elven cities and managed to tell the tale. André Portalis is determined to be the first.

Kyhrra and Alacor Dire have vastly different reasons to vouch for him, Corydalis Yanu wants him to themself, and Sebastien Prue wants nothing and everything to do with him. André has his own struggles to face, though, including navigating an intricate web of politics and legend. The present is difficult enough, but historians have to look at every angle.

features:

elves elves elves, magic, dances and festivals, language learning, nerds and himbos, a singular dragon (1), a non-binary deuteragonist, an amputee protagonist, and some horses and birds (for good measure). no primary romantic relationships.

primary cast: these folks narrate, commit most of the atrocities, and are the protagonists.

kyhrra dire - she/her. elf of the arvidor clan. secret softie. "Kyhrra Dire lived as an ultimately selfless woman, with little regard for her own reputation or safety, who through a singular fall and winter learns to break the cycle and let loose."

andré portalis - he/him. human from the distant empire of fraunca. polyglot and history nerd. "André Portalis landed on Pasithee without a place in the world except for a single order, but Arvidor teaches him an entirely different way of life and gives him the space for it."

alacor dire - he/him. elf of the arvidor clan, youngest member of the arvidorian council. wannabe womanizer. "Alacor Dire’s responsibilities built and continually pressured him, but external conflict ultimately pushes him to make changes for the Arvidor Clan—but especially, change for himself."

secondary cast: these folks may narrate in a sequel, and are the deuteragonists.

corydalis yanu - they/them. elf of the arvidor clan. scientist enraptured with humans. "Corydalis Yanu was on the outskirts of social circles in Arvidor, but the arrival of Portalis and the tightening of deadlines allowed them to realize that there may be a bigger life for them than expected."

sebastien prue - he/him. half-human elf of the arvidor clan. quiet outcast type. "Sebastien Prue was comfortable in his own company, but the Arvidor clan changes around him, and he realizes it is a chance to make a change for people like him—now and future—even if it takes some work."

this project comes out of a lot of things, but mostly out of my love for languages. using this blog to keep all of my rambling in one place!

in-depth character intros -> soon spotify -> soon 1st page -> soon

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Put your foot down 208

Put your foot down 208, is a weekly linky party occurring every Thursday for you to share your WIP’s, UFO’s, new finishes, or any fiber arts projects. Thank you all for linking up each week! Whats under my foot Your shares from last week Time 4 Stitchin shared her lovely July 4th quilt that would be great for a QOV. Andrée from Quilting & Learning – What a combo shared her improv…

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Hey Enrica 🤗 For the writer asks: 1, 31 and 37 please ✨

Writer ask game

Hi Sophie 🥰 nice to meet you & thanks for asking!

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

I started reading fics so young that's almost awkward, I was something like 12? lol

It took me a little more for writing, I published my first one-shots collection when I was about 14, but I consider my first real fic with an actual plot a story on the Good Omens fandom that I wrote when I was 20. Maybe one day I'll translate it and publish it on ao3 💁🏼‍♀️

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I enjoy writing Martín, he's the easiest and the funniest to me. I'm somehow convinced he can face every kind of weird situation and still keep IC, but that's probably just my lecture lol

Alas, my favourite character is actually Andrés, which I struggle to write like a bitch, and that's so bad because it's important to me not to go OOC, I prefer not to publish than produce stuff I'm not proud of, and that unfortunately has prevented me several time to write certain ideas, because I was convinced not to be able to.

About changing during time, I'll be honest, I'm not that easily influenced 😂 I mean, I know that I'm writing for an audience and I always try to make my endings satisfying and my stories as enjoyable as possible, but I hardly could start writing characters in a different way from how I see them just because readers ask for it.

Maybe one little changing I did since my first fic was recognizing that Martin is not actually the week sad depressed gay boi™️ that I thought he was, but a dangerous deranged psycho genius. Which makes him 100000 times more interesting!!!

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

I do! I'm working on several projects at once because I have *issues*, so I'll just random pick the last one I worked one! Vinum Stygis (Crimson Peak AU) ch.2:

« "You" he says peremptorily "come here, man. I have something for you."

The groom approaches, a friendly expression on his face. There's something soft about his gaze, as if he was some kind of bearded, overgrown child. Andrés goes into his pocket and takes out a couple of coins.

"For your service".

The man thanks with a strong slavic accent, bowing his head in front of the offer. He holds out a hand, but at the last Andrés withdraws his'.

"Lay another eye on my husband" he whispers, and the tone is mellow, like a promise made to a lover "and I swear I'll pop it out of you."

And he throws the coins on the ground, among the mud and dry leaves.

[stilljustbitten]

😂 🗑 😭 🏅 ✏️ 💕

What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

All I can think of is the one about Andrés having a big d*ck, I don't even remember which fic it was for, maybe When We Collide? Anyway, I mentioned something about Andrés not being small down there, and apparently, another writer did the same recently, and one of my precious readers said we started a "trend" <3

What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

I once had this WIP with the working title Asshole Andrés, and I think it's the only fic I ever really scrapped. The idea was Andrés being all touchy around Martín when he got drunk and pretending nothing happened when he was sober. The scenes in my head (and my Docs) were super hot, but the idea of Andrés doing that to Martín just- didn't fit. I did post one of the chapters as a one-shot.

(I still love the idea I had for the end of that fic: Martín getting drunk with some of the other gang members, suddenly going really quiet, just staring out at the sea. Someone calls Andrés and asks him to come get Martín because something's clearly wrong with him - and Andrés has this whole realization that shit, he might have broken him. Anyway, it's more of a vibe, but yeah.)

Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

Yes (of course, haha, you know I'm emotional). I cried when I wrote the ending of If you can't fix it, you gotta stand it (my Brokeback fic). And I'm going to cry again soon when I finish one of my WIP's. I'm already crying just thinking about it.

What is the fic you’re most proud of?

I have a few fics I'm proud of having posted because I decided to stop worrying about what people were thinking (my kink fic, just to mention one). But otherwise, I'm really fucking proud of my newly posted How I wonder what you are - I think it's a well-written fic, it made me feel a lot of stuff, and also because it's been in my Google Docs since February where I abandoned it, then I rewrote it during the summer and finally posted it.

What is your fave fic from another writer?

This isn't a fair question...

I'm not going to answer that, because there are so many great fics out there - some I love because of the tension, some made me emotional, some were just super hot, and it's impossible to remember all of them.

But I'll mention two fics that hold a very special place in my heart.

Let's Make Art by @dormarunt - I can't explain why, it's super hot, obviously, but there's something else to it. I was literally obsessed, and it's the fic that finally made me start talking to Dee <3 My long, annoying comments on that fic led to my very first Berlermo friendship.

Just Pee by @the--sound--of--rain - because she's fucking brave for even posting it, and it's like nothing I've ever read in this fandom. It made me super emotional. Plus she inspired me to stop worrying and just write what I want to write.

What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

I'm super excited about my Martín/OC fic - because I made an OC, I love him, and I had no idea I was even able to do that? I'll be heartbroken when it ends, I'm not at all ready to let go of my boy.

Right now I'm excited about my Secret Santa fic because I got an interesting prompt, I've let it develop inside my head since November 23 and when I finally sat down and started writing it yesterday, I poured out 4,000 words just like that. I love writing it, and hope the person I'm writing for will love reading it.

Other than that, I've started having feelings about my Martín & Marseille fic again after watching the last part of La Casa de Papel, so maybe that will be my next project.

[oblivionhold]

I saw a post from someone I follow talking about current WIPs and asking people to send them asks about it. So I decided to do the same because I want to talk about my current WIPs!

Sister Study is my current 'most finished' WIP, in that I've actually written the first couple of chapters. The primary focus on the story is exploring Chloé's and Zoé's relationship as sisters, focusing on Zoé's attempts to redeem Chloé and why Zoé would go so far for someone who has only ever shown her hatred and disgust. There's also some other Zoé stuff in there, such as her having a one-sided crush on Marinette that she doesn't expect to get reciprocated because of how much Marinette cares for Adrien and her wanting to make friends with and redeem Sabrina as well. I basically started writing this because I realized that I should probably write something about Zoé instead of just ignoring her.

Tanzsprache is also a Chloé redemption story, diverging in Frightingale. André has more backbone, and refuses to back down to Chloé's threat to call Audrey. So Chloé goes through with that call, but it doesn't end like she hopes. Audrey just dismisses her and claims that it's not her fault that Chloé is too unexceptional to win a contest, causing Chloé to get akumatized into Ladybird, who is basically Copycat but for Ladybug (and instead of wanting to make Ladybug look bad, she just wants to prove that she can be a good Ladybug). This fic primarily came from my distaste at how the lead up to Frightingale's akumatization played out, so it's kind of salty, but I don't think it's any worse than, say, Tomoe Gozen.

My current WIP Title for the next fic is The Adventures of Volpina and Queen Bee, which is pretty obvious from the title what it is. Lila shows up at the beginning of season 1, Fu gives her the fox and Chloé the bee, and it's kind of a rewrite from there, though things diverse significantly at the end of 'season 1' (the Antibug episode equivalent, specifically). This is kind of a kitchen sink fic, exploring concepts like:

What would happen if our heroes didn't have the Ladybug miraculous to use?

A different kind of love square from canon, where the heroines are mutually interested in superhero form (but aren't dating due to identity rules) and hate each other in civilian form?

How would Fu deal with a superheroine who not only despises the secret identity rule but also gets very upset that she's being kept in the dark? How would Lila deal with simultaneously wanting to make her superheroine partner happy while still maintaining a level of control over her due to knowing more than her?

How would a Marinette who doesn't know Lila is lying and a Lila who has no reason to go after Marinette interact?

What is up with Sabrina?

And much more. This is my biggest project, which also means it's the furthest away from completion, unfortunately.

I've also got plans for a Maribat fic, but the twist is that the 'bat' involved is the 1966 Adam West Batman TV show. I do genuinely enjoy that show, so it's not just a pisstake on the entire Maribat formula, but it is also kind of that. My current plan is a two chapter fic, harkening back to the TV show''s formula, primarily so I can make a 'same Bat-day, same Bat-website!" joke at the end of the first chapter. Still the least developed, if the lack of title wasn't a clue.

I have a couple of ideas for other fics, but nothing concrete, and given my writing speed, I'm not gonna be writing any other fic for a while, assuming the show doesn't make any of the current ones obsolete. So, yeah, if you want to know anything else about the fics, just ask.

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1, 4, 15, and 23

Hello!

Fun meta asks

1- Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Ohhh that's gonna be a long answer! Other than my huge list of wips, the ones I'm actively working on these days: Other than the seventh chapter of Children, there's 'Through a Glass Darkly' and 'De cara al sol, caminaré'

Children is going nicely, I think. I've got a bit of burnout from it after chapter 5 and 6, but I returned to it and hopefully will finish it soon. This chapter is one of my favorites because it marks a big shift in Martín's arc and will set the scene for where the story will eventually go, it's also slightly more serious than the others, but it's still mostly a fun story and there's a minor OC who makes appearance in this chapter only that I find a pretty amusing guy.

Through a Glass Darkly is the mistborn AU I went on about ages ago, it's has been haunting my head lately and I wrote quite a bit for it. Mistborn is an Epic Fantasy novel, which amusingly enough features a group of thieves as the main characters who start a rebellion (alongside and by the help of stealing) so it's very similar to lcdp in only that regard. My fic features the lcdp characters trying to do the same years before the heroes of the novel do. I'm mostly trying to remember what even happened in the novel because I read it a long time ago. But what I really like most about it is its ending (I know how I want to end it, I'm just figuring out how to get there) and also the fact one of the main relationships in the story is Tokyo & Martín, which is A LOT of fun to play with. I loved their fucked-up dynamic in canon, and here it's very similar except the fact that Martín and Tokyo are the only mistborns in the story (basically humans with superhuman powers drived from them digesting metals and driving different powers from them) and Tokyo had just 'snapped', discovered by Sergio who wants to recruit her, and forces Martín to train her because she doesn't know anything about her powers. So Martín is her mentor and they spend a lot of time together, which they both hate and is very funny to me personally.

De cara al sol, caminaré is a one-shot au where everything is basically the same other than the fact that Andrés and Martín are strangers. Andrés, coming to terms with his illness and near death, goes to Florence one last time right before Sergio starts the preparation in Toledo. There, he meets Martín and they end up spending the day together before Andrés leaves that evening. It's a little bittersweet thing.

4- Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Oh, I like this from The Last Supper:

Ten years his voice had been the most comforting, had been what he imagined childhood felt for other people, had been home. And Andrés is home now, and it’s burning to the ground with him trapped inside its walls

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Neither Titles nor Summaries are particularly that difficult to me. I prefer Titles. Tags however, I never have any idea what to do with them. Not just warning tags or so, just all tags.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Uhm, I think the oldest WIPs I have now (static though) are Forsaken, almost human, where Andrés receives a prophecy of his death as a boy and the Vampire Diaries AU.

Thanks for the ask!

[delirious-and-slightly-murderous]

For the WIP ask game: please tell us something about Procrastinating Painter and exasperated but horny manager?

Hi Anon!😊 So glad you asked about this one.

So this is, at its core, a character study. 

A little tidbit of information about me: I am a master procrastinator. And not only when it comes to writing but in all aspects of my life too. I am lazy. If I can do it later, I will do it later. And I'll keep pushing it back as much as I can until I can't anymore. Thanks to this I've become a master at finishing projects with very little time and a deadline hanging like a sword of Damocles over my head. I work best under pressure. That's why I sometimes lose interest in my fics so easily. If I don't have a deadline it's very hard for me to get stuff done.

Soooooo, all this to say that one day, while I was despairing over my WIPs I started thinking about the different ways an artist or creator can deal with procrastination. And then, because every idea I get now mostly concerns or can be applied to Berlermo, I said to myself: But what if Andrés was a master procrastinator like me?

And BAM!

This thing was born. (Also I find it kinda ironic and hilarious that a character study in procrastination ended up as a WIP, don't you agree?).

So the basic idea is that Andrés is a moderately known and successful painter. He's not as successful as he could be because he's very particular and picky with his work and who he works for. So he only paints when he wants to and what he wants to. Which would be fine except that he is a procrastinator so his work is scarce.

Enter Martín, who is Andrés' best friend/agent and kinda friend with benefits. He is the one in charge of making sure Andrés gets stuff done even if the man in question does not want to. This means that Martín lives in a constant state of awe at Andrés' genius and talent, and also exasperation because of his laziness and inability to do what he's told. Also he is very much in love with Andrés and hates himself because of it.

So the fic in itself would cover the span of a month while Martín tries to get Andrés to work on an important commision for a famous gallery. From him we would see his struggle with perceived unrequited feelings for a man he feels he cannot fully come to understand. Andrés would procrastinate and we would see all his process and struggle with it. Until a couple days before the exhibition when Martín is about to kill Andrés, his genius strikes and he goes and produces a masterpiece (a masterpiece that may or may not be inspired by Martín).

So mostly it would focus on the art, the feels, the procrastination, and then the mad rush to get things done in time. (And I'd like to think I'd write it with a very oniric feel to it. Oh and also smut, so very like soulful and poetic smut. But well I don't think that's gonna happen.)

(Oh and also a happy ending where they end up confessing their feelings because I'm weak like that😁.)

So here have a snippet:

Martín started pacing and swore as he narrowly avoided walking into a bucket of bright red paint. 

The room was positively tiny and he still couldn't understand why Andrés insisted on spending all his time in it like some kind of recluse. The monastery was big enough to accommodate docens of people at one time but Andrés was happy to cram himself in the tiniest, most uncomfortable room he could find.  

He wondered how Andrés could live like that. The room was cramped, cluttered with books, canvases, sculptures and various bits of artistic trash. It looked like a museum's warehouse, if museums threw invaluable works in a warehouse without thought or care to what became of them. As he walked he deftly avoided discarded pieces of paper, empty paint tubes and old brushes. It was dirty, paint and dust covered every surface. The space not taken up by art supplies was used by a mattress on the ground shoved unceremoniously into a corner, a small coffee table and an enormous oak work table that seemed to be the centerpiece of the place.

Amongst all this chaos there stood Andrés, serene and unperturbed, unaware of his surroundings. With a brush on each hand and one clenched between his teeth. Before him a half painted canvas stretched like a vision of doom. The colors bleak and depressing. A mirage of untold horrors that sucked the life out of the area around it. The air seeming to grow heavier, dense and charged, stilted and dead. 

Martín could feel it in his bones, the emotions Andrés put into his work always expanding and resonating within him, turning him into a vessel for what Andrés couldn't say.

He was choking on an invisible weight and fought against it to unfurl his tongue from the dry cavern of his mouth and produce a sound. He knew the other man wasn't happy and that his intervention would only make things worse. But he had to shatter the looming tension before it swallowed him whole.

"Why don't you find another place. Maybe an apartment closer to the city."

Andrés didn't stop in his work but his shoulders tensed imperceptibly and the fingers of his left hand started drumming against the brush he wasn't currently using. He shook his head softly, his motions fluid and liquid. A delicate movement of silk floating in water.

"I'm not moving in with you Martín."

Martín closed his eyes, the bright hot pang in his heart a familiar caress at this point. He was like an addict, his feelings for Andrés a raging force that ravages his body and leaves him empty and aching. And still he willingly comes back for more, each time climbing higher with the knowledge that when he hits the ground it'll be more violent than before, the pieces impossible to pick up.

"That's not what I'm asking, you know it's not."

Andrés dipped his brush in a mug near his hand, washing out the dark paint, flicking the brush and creating a splatter of black bottomless dots, giving birth to a galaxy in the space that separates them.

"Don't ask things for which you know you won't like the answer."

Andrés' strokes become forceful then, the brush colliding against the canvas in an uncontrolled manner. The anger and frustration behind the movement captures Martín. He feels like a chick standing at the precipice. He can jump and take flight, taste the freedom and exhilaration of the wind rushing through his wings. Closing his eyes and diving not knowing if he's ready to fly the possibility of the deadly agonising crash a dark shadow at his back.

He was saved from having to make the choice by Andrés humming lowly in his throat.

"I love you Martín, but I'm not going to give up my life for you."

That familiar caress is back and the little chick is safely back in it's nest. The precipice dissolving and the unforgivable ground surging up to meet him, ripping him away in a manner more painful than any death. He shrugs, hunching in on himself, knowing the matter is closed and forgotten.

"Pass me my coffee." He demands, plastering a fake plastic smile on his face. While Andrés chooses to ignore the burning heat of things left unsaid that slowly melt the plastic away. Leaving behind a partially uncovered picture of a grotesque truth.

"I'm painting." Came the absent minded reply, the willful ignorance of man with a staggering lucidity of all the consequences of his actions.

Martín got up stretching legs that felt numb, forced to carry the weight of an unfathomable burden. He slowly walked towards Andrés, his steps the slow and lifeless cadence of the condemned, prolonging the inevitable in their approach to the gallows. 

He took his mug and took a long and deep sip of the liquid inside. He became aware of his mistake when Andrés turned to him with a steaming mug in his hand and a confused frown wrinkling his brow. 

Martín immediately opened his mouth, the dark paint water running down his chin like vomit, maring his shirt and staining skin and teeth. In the sickly pale light of the naked bulb, with the shadows under his eyes and the lingering hurt in his being, it made him look like a corpse throwing up thick and rotten blood.

Andrés laughed, the sound had a hysterically joyful quality to it, a discordant note in the gloominess of the room. It immediately invaded them, running through every crevice, every nook and cranny, injecting light and giving back the life that had been sucked out by the oppressing darkness.

The room changed completely, becoming bright and warm without suffering any real physical changes. It was infectious, contaging Martín and changing him from the inside out without his notice.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable silence. And the next time Martín stopped for a visit the room felt warm and homely, cosy and welcoming. He also found that the mugs had marker scribbles on them. One read 'Martín' the other 'Paint Water'.

It put a small smile on his face.

Well Anon, it's really shitty right now and needs a lot of polishing and editing, but I hope you enjoy this and that it doesn't disappoint.☺

[the--sound--of--rain]

1, 2, and 5 for the writers ask! 🌸

hello, thank you for asking 💕🌸

1. Tell us about your current project(s) - what's it about, how's progress, what do you love most about it?

As someone who can barely deal with two WIPs at the same time, I currently have only one project: Working title is "The prison fic", and, unsurprisingly, Martín and Andrés are in prison. And Ariadna's brother is also in prison and he knows Andrés raped his sister so he gets revenge (you can imagine). It's sort of about the question of whether an eye for an eye is just (I don't attempt to actually answer that). Also fucked-up love(ish) story with no happy ending. I'm currently working on the second chapter, and everything needs a lot of editing. Also it's super hard to write, but I'm confident. And I love most about it is that it's fucked-up, and that Andrés is an unreliable narrator. 🤗

2. Tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing - in your current project, or a future project

I'm planning to write a body-swap fic, in which Andrés, Martín and Tatiana are in a polyamorous relationship, and Martín and Tatiana experiment with their astral body (bear with me okay). Then they switch bodies secretly to fuck with Andrés (literally and metaphorically) and tell him later. And in the end, Andrés and Tatiana switch bodies smh too (I don't have all the details planned yet) and Martín realises that he still feels very attracted to Andrés in Tatiana's body (because it's still Andrés) so they fuck and that, my dear, is the scene I can't wait to write 😌

5. What character that you're writing do you most identify with?

So, I mostly write Andrés and Martín right, and I don't really identify with either of them. I identify with certain aspects, like Andrés' bisexuality hehe, or both their impeccable sense of style (💁🏼‍♀️), but not with them as whole people. Depending on how they're characterised in a certain fic, I identify more with one than the other, but it really depends. As an example, in "Lead", I kind of identified with Martín because I have an unfulfilled dream to be a dancer, and I didn't really project okay, I just used it for the story, but I think you get my point. 🧐

Meta asks for writers

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wip game of birds!

🐓 fuck quotes, give me a summary or some ao3 tags

This was surprisingly difficult, but I'm going to pitch you a random project as just tags, and I envision it'd be something like this:

Alternate Universe, Pining, (surprise!), Fluff, College AU, Miscommunication, Bi awakening, Andrés is trying and failing, He's got the spirit but not the brains, Martín is done with his shit, And they were roommates

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@the-wip-project Day 29

First, thank you for pointing out ProWritingAid! I'm using it right now and the advice it gives is so much more consistent than Grammarly! The advice is really enlightening; I'm learning important things!

The question now:

What's a common theme in your writing?

There's no way to tackle that question other than directly: Family relationships are central to all my stories, and more specifically, how the individual can let their personality grow, express themselves and fulfil their goals or dreams in and out of the family circle.

One of my school years's reads (and study) had been "Nourritures Terrestres" by André Gide, from which the famous quote "Famille, je vous hais!" (Family, I hate you) comes from. I remember it had resonated powerfully inside me at the time, dealing with complicated relationships with my own family. The theme in the book advocated existentialist theories, advocating an individualistic stance, disobedience to educational principles, on the premise that a family was a closed-off space, where jealousy and pettiness festered, where sexism and other forms of moral violence thrived. The book dates back from 1897 and of course society was not what it was when I was a teen (Good Lord, thank you) but some representations were sadly still current (and still are, to be honest)

It turned out that it took nothing more to shed a different light on what was happening around me. And although I never took such a drastic decision as to disown my family, like Gide advised, I started thinking about what my place was, and what I wanted it to be. Ironically, I decided little about what happened thereafter; I more or less watched things happen with painful clarity, never knowing what to do with what was thrown at me. I'm a firm believer in communication; so nothing is more frustrating than when it doesn't work. Misunderstanding was ripe, division reigned, and living far away didn't help.

In hindsight, I still don't know what I could have done differently, and although I reached an even state of satisfaction in my personal life, my family is the shadow of what it used to be. I did reach that state where I can express myself freely and be at peace with whom I want to be. Outside of my family indeed; but it saddens me to no end.

So, yeah, no surprise my stories are mostly all about family misunderstandings, secrets, division and reconciliation, hurt and comfort.

[alexannah]

WIP Wednesday: MLB scene

I haven’t really been able to write today because of insomnia last night, but I’ve just polished off a scene for a fanfiction I haven’t posted yet after seeing AO3′s post (can’t link to it), in order to share. The fic in question is a major MLB project I’m not going to start posting until it’s finished, so it could be a long while in coming. In the meantime, here is a snippet from the third chapter for anyone who’s interested. It’s the most recent one I wrote for this fic and my favourite one I’ve written so far.

Fic title: Out of the Ashes Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ships: Gabenath, Love Square Genre: Angst, Drama, Family

A cheerful whistle caught Adrien’s ears, and he turned his head. “Hi, André.”

“Adrien! One of my favourite customers.” André Glacier beamed at him for a moment, then his smile faded. “But … there is sadness in your eyes, today.”

Adrien nodded, looking down at the ground. “My—my father died this morning.”

“Oh, my dear boy. I am so sorry.”

“Thank you.”

André started scooping. “Here. I know ice cream cannot solve every problem, but I so wish it could. On the house.”

“Thank you, André.”

Adrien blinked slightly as he saw that the ice cream André had given him wasn’t his usual. Instead of the strawberry chocolate chip, he had a scoop of the marshmallow flavour, marbled pale pink and white. The other flavours were the same, however. He wasn’t sure why the change, but when he looked up at the ice cream maker, André merely winked at him. Adrien decided not to enquire.

“And who is this beautiful woman with you?”

Nathalie blinked, looking quite taken aback. Adrien found himself smiling for the first time that day. “Me?”

“Yes, my dear. Is this your mother, Adrien?”

“I—no, I—”

“Yes,” Adrien said firmly, and Nathalie choked up slightly, her eyes filling with tears. “As good as.”

“My condolences for the both of you. Can I bring a little sweetness into your painful day, miss?”

“I … well … yes, thank you.”

André considered her carefully, which Adrien had never seen her do; normally he barely needed a second to decide on the perfect flavours.

“Raspberry ripple,” he said, scooping a vanilla ice cream with red sauce stripes; “white chocolate, and …” He hesitated, giving her another glance, before finishing it off with an very unusual colour ice cream. “Lavender.”

Nathalie looked quite taken aback again as he handed it to her, and almost as if she was about to cry.

“Th-thank you,” she whispered.

~*~

To be continued ... I have no idea when, sorry. If anyone wants to be tagged/notified when I eventually do start posting that story, let me know and I’ll make a note to do so.

If anyone wants to use those ice cream flavours in their own fanfics, go ahead.

[komkommertijd]

I want to know about your wips too 👀💙

Okay so there are two major fics I’m working on right now actually so I’m excited to talk about it a little, thanks a million for giving me that opportunity haha

The first fic is one which I’ve already shared some snippets and a moodboard for and it’s actually some kind of baby fic but not really? It’s definitely complicated and a project I really want to take my time for - it covers a rather long period of time and I’m splitting it into two parts with one of it being told from the perspective of an own character, so it might not actually be everyone’s cup of tea. I’ve only finished the first 4k of it but as I said, I’m taking my time with this one, it’s something I want to get right in a way.

The actual major fic that I’m currently working on (the one I post about with the rt fic tag) is a bit more into the cliche kind of direction and worth an eye roll but there are some topics I want to talk about that fit quite nicely into that setting. I’ m doing very well plotting-wise but I’m only done with one and a half chapters as of right now, so there’s a lot more to come. It’s an AU that requires me to think about certain things a bit more deeply and I’m actually reading a book once in a while, when I have time, that could potentially help me with one of the main conflicts of the story and I really don’t want to mess this one up. It’s personal on one hand, a way for me to work through some of my issues, and something that offers a lot of possibilities for conflict and heartbreak. It’s also a fic that I would possibly rant about to annoy you at some point :)💛

Of course, I’m certainly not as good at what I do as some other writers are, but both those projects are very dear to me.

Other than that, I might start working on the “André Lotterer as Max’s dad highschool AU” again, which is probably going to be a bit of self-indulgence and my personal wishful thinking. But also heartbreak. Maybe. We’ll see.

I’m obviously working on a lot more minor things on the side, but I hope some of what I’ve shared here sounds interesting at least :”)

[johnkmelvin]

Latergram. Backfilling on the new website providing more background on previous works. Woke up this morning thinking about this project from 2008. Y-Axis was a sculptural installation, a forest of columns, occupying an hour glass volume of space centered below the four overhead beams in the Diego Rivera Gallery in San Francisco. A composition of vertically suspended and floor placed structures mimicked stalactites and stalagmites. Materials included columns composed of lightweight plastic, wood, and wire. At the center of the structure were 3 monitors playing a looped video entitled, “Arbol del Tule“. The video recreated the experience of circling the widest tree in the world located in Oaxaca, Mexico. The piece was an epistemological critique of a sight-seers marker within the context of a contemporary art gallery. Brandon Truscott and Andrés Garcia Franco were my collaborators. More info on my site at https://www.johnkmelvin.com/y-axis/ . . . . #art #contemporaryart #sculpture #publicart #artist #artnomad #artcollector #ecoart #wip #johnkmelvin #thankful #artistsoninstagram #makersgonnamake #artprints #photography #yaxis #latergram #upcycle #foundobjectart #arboldeltule (at Quimper, Finistère, Bretagne) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA2aIMQogt0/?igshid=g5xx0dyesw6s

[mensajeroseis]

fuk i forgot @powerfisto​ tagged me in this writing thing, thank u, idk why i suddenly remembered at almost 3 am

Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next. /uh im gonna use some wip shit i guess ? n extra sentences like other ppl, bc i have a thing with making my final lines lackluster for weird style purpose lmao. also ive never fully finished any writing project lmao

—in casual silence against the harsh fluorescent lights of the store, and sparse workers who were restocking shelves and folding clothes. And they stayed there till 4 am. The both of them just scrolling on their phones through whatever apps could entertain them so late in the night. He’d glance up every now and then and notice how Butch’s eyes were bloodshot, or catch him biting the dry skin off his lips. And his glance would turn into a lingering stare for a moment.

from a wip of chapter 10/11 of White Shoes ? i havent written the previous chapters but i had to crank this one out with the spur of the moment motivation n creativity of the situation lol. the boys are getting gay For Real.

Why was he so stuck on this, everyone’s style changes. Maybe he just missed Amata, maybe he just missed them. Despite always being close and near for the years, something had come between them. Differences in lifestyles, choices? Life became more complicated as they grew older. Life made them complicated with each other. Being with her, made him realize, just how much he missed her.

when i was rereading white shoes, this part i rlly enjoyed, bc it just reaches into how andrés thought process works and his perception of interacting with others. andrés is also just a huge sap for his fav gal.

The house was still quiet, only Wadsworth’s whirring from the kitchen. Butch hadn’t moved from the couch, though he was asleep now. He only liked staring at Butch when he was asleep, he could look at how long Butch’s eyelashes were, without scorn from Butch.

from Safe In The Dark, the most recent start up to my recent writing kick up again, idk its gay and i like writing about observing details.

The dust kicked up and the fences rattled with the wind, but his mind clouded with thoughts of how he hated conversing with others for brief and meager moments. But thinking that made him feel like an insignificant tool.

What he wondered was how true the sentiment was.

something from a unpublished fic following jeremias. if only jeremias was as easy for me to write like andrés is, but ill maybe return to it. maybe (prolly not)

He rubbed at his eyes, dragging his eyelashes down along. He hated how he found comfort in the comment.

He hated it, but couldn't decide if he hated Butch or himself more.

It was better to ignore it.

the last few lines of o father my father’s last written chapter, not as recent as the others but the only other major project i have.

idk who to tag !!!!!!!!!! im sorry !!