#wip ask

[navybrat817]

Care to share any WIPs you're working on?

I feel like I have so many, nonnie! But I'll share one. It's currently a short WIP called Tagalong.

Your roommate convinces you to go to her new boyfriend's apartment so you can spend the night with his roommate. Only he has no idea you're coming over and is very particular about his space and the company he keeps. After making you feel bad and realizing you were both blindsided, he takes a shine to you.

Better get used to having his attention.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[moonshine-nightlight]

Bad Case of Loving You! (I love a werebear hehe)

@snowkissedmonsters thanks! lol i think the story was partially inspired by ur comic about the new neighbors being a werebear and a cheerful witch. not fully the dynamic i ended up with but still a fun one. i enjoyed writing the dialogue for this way too much. chapter 1 is complete but i need to finish more of it before i can think of starting to post it (and finish the incomplete stories i have out there) but its a high contender for one of the next stories i might put out.

“You know what, please don’t—” You run your fingers through your hair and then down your face. “Look, now’s a very bad time.”

There’s a pause where Dion just takes in your defeated expression as you brace yourself for magic lies and cursed flattery like all the—“Okay,” he says with a shrug. He holds something up to the window. “Here’s the book I said I’d get from my sister.” Dion sets it down on the tall planter next to the door when you stare at him blankly, making no move to open the door. He’s not quite scowling, but his brow is furrowed in the way it always gets when he thinks you’re being ridiculous and overdramatic. “Good luck with,” he gestures vaguely in your direction, “whatever’s going on.”

You finally pull yourself together enough to breathe out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” A close call, if he had started saying anything to close to what he does in your dreams, you’re not sure you’d have been able to stop yourself from pluging your ears and screaming in frustration. “Great.” Then, instead of weirdly milling around near the door, trying to think of some other reason to get to you, Dion turns around and starts walking away. “Wait.” You put your hand on the door, edging it open just enough to stick your head out. Dion turns to look at over his shoulder, frowning. “You’re actually leaving?

“Yes?” Dion turns half way and looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes! But, no, I mean,” You decide to risk opening the door further. Dion makes no move to accost you. Hope starts to rise up within you. “How do you feel today?”

“How do I feel today?” That bored, dry, even tone is finally gone. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Dion’s landed at exasperated with an edge of angry frustration—a common state of being when you were around. He leans to the side and looks behind you to say, “Hane, what’s their problem?” His eyes move back to you. “Did y'all get high on some wizard shit last night? Because if so, I am definitely gonna leave now.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder for emphasis.

“Oh no, you’re not. Get in here.” You can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders in a half hug. “Thank god you’re immune!”

Dion tries to brush you off with an annoyed growl. “Immune to what, you weirdo.”

You hold onto him as you pull him inside, so relieved by this proof that you hadn’t ruined the whole town. “Thank you!”

Dion looks around bewildered while you cling to him but you don’t even care. At least he’s being normal and you don’t have to hear him come on to you only to have him take it all back once you fix this. You think you’d die. Or at least not be able to face him for a several days. “Someone,” Hane says, looking pointedly at you, “love potion-ed the town.”

“By accident!” you reflexively protest before beaming at Dion, “But you’re good! You’re so perfectly normal.”

[hogans-heroes]

would love a words of my hands snippet for the ask game!!! :)

I hate to admit this but because this is like the 3rd in line for me to work on it's mostly still outline and I don't have any more snippits to share at the moment. Rest assured it’s my absolute favorite so far and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m just giving you all time to stock up on tissues and therapy money 😆 Here are the posts and snippets I have about it so far. Hope to get to this soon. Here’s the moodboard for it which I know I posted somewhere but I can’t find it.

[mintraindrop]

Tell us about landoscar 2024.❤️

gladly!

so, as of right now, I hope it'll be finished by the end of the year 🤭 it's not going as fast as I'd like it to be, so there's that.

it basically follows the 2024 season, includes A LOT of canon and has landoscar falling in love over the course of the year. including stolen kisses later on and maybe a little bit of miscommunication before... tho their eyes usually speak more than a thousand words (which kinda is canon as well) 🧡

this is also for @fairielux cause you kinda asked the same

[cassiopeiasara]

professor au for the wip ask meme!

So I absolute adore sending headcanons and ideas to friends and one time @blossom--of--snow had fallen asleep when I was struck with an idea and I thought oh I’ll just send her a few ideas which turned into 8k of a fully formed outline.

So basically Bobby gets a new job as a professor. I think I chose chemistry? Anyway his office is right next to legit the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and she’s struggling with her bff in getting a couch situated in there and so he offers to help but the woman takes it the wrong way and they get off to a rocky start. The woman of course being Athena and hen the bff who is like let the man help. Anyway eventually Athena apologizes and they have office hours around the same time so they catch one another from time to time. Athens teaches Law students but there hadn’t been enough room so her office is randomly in another department.

My fave part so far that I can’t wait to write is Bobby catching May one evening needing a ride home from a party and him reassuring May he knows her mom and encouraging her to call Hen and send a picture of him and his trunk to verify his identity then he takes her home and Athena very wrongly assumes he’s trying to date her daughter.

It’s going to be a while before I get around to it but it’s a fun and sweet one and I’m excited to write it one day.

Take a look at my WIP list and shoot me an ask with a question.

[unnamednarrator]

[redacted] for ilyis?🫢

no spoilers but you can have a snippet :))

Peeta is in the kitchen, humming the Tchaikovsky piece I’ve been practicing under his breath. I watch as he drops a tea bag into a mug for each of us. Peppermint for me, rooibos for him. Pours water from the kettle over it. There is nothing in the world that relaxes me more than observing his calm, unhurried movements. With everything that’s happened lately, the little oasis that forms in his presence is what keeps me afloat.

[jackabbot]

Newbie I NEED you to tell me about no hands for bucktommy, I beg of you

hiii James 🥰

okay well, this one is just smut and nothing else lmao I was in the mood to write a little dry humping and that's kind of how it started... and now it's a bit more than dry humping (a lot more actually)

anyway here's a snippet for you:

“Evan?”

Buck knew that they had the whole weekend, but really, who could blame him when his boyfriend was sitting there like that; it was practically an invitation on its own.

“What are the rules?”

Tommy looked at him for a long moment, his face neutral and giving away nothing, probably contemplating if he should give in to Buck’s impatience. Then finally, the smallest smile started to tug at the left corner of his lips, just enough to make his dimple visible on one side.

“No hands.”

“No hands.” Buck repeated hoarsely.

“Come here.”

Buck did as he was told and walked over. He stopped by Tommy’s knee, knocking his own against it, before manoeuvring himself over Tommy’s lap, his knees digging deep into the cushions behind him, hovering without actually sitting just yet.

“Hands behind your back.” Tommy instructed, his voice slipping into a deeper register and Buck could already feel his mouth running a little drier as he grabbed his own elbows behind his back.

“Sit.”

Buck lowered himself with a quiet breath, letting his slowly hardening cock rub against Tommy’s bulge, keeping his gaze fixed on his all the while.

“What are you waiting for, hm?” Tommy reached up to take his chin between his thumb and index finger and Buck couldn’t quite help the low whine escaping his lips at the firmness of it. “Move.”

[theinheriteddutchess]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

You saw Lord Barnes at in front of the clergyman, looking, if you may say so, quite dashing. His hair was full, and the dark color complimented his blue eyes. Had you seen him in passing, you would have found him handsome and perhaps even giggled with the other ladies who agreed with you. Now he was looking sternly ahead of himself, reminding you this was duty that called. Not romance.

Lord Barnes of the lord au's

“You’re not going anywhere!” He hissed back. His face was so near yours again, you could see the freckles on his nose. His hands holding a firm grip on your upper arms.

Nick Fowler story I'm working on

He blinks. Chosen. Him? He wants to kill her for mocking him. But she leans down, her face close to his. “Boneless,” she whispers, like it's special, and presses something into his hand. It's a bracelet with some green stones decorating the skillfully braided strings. A gift. An expensive one for as far as his knowledge goes.

Ivar the Boneless, for Mermay if I can finish it😭

You hesitated, you knew what you wanted to say, still it was rather forward. It was the only thing that could improve your married life however, so onward you went. “I am in need to marry, society wishes it of me, and I'm not altogether opposed, however, I enjoy the freedom I have had and am not eager to give it up to the needs of a man who will not appreciate my whole being. You are in need of a wife. It could be a good arrangement. I will be a good wife, if…you let me have my own space and freedom to do as I wish. In return we will live amicably, I will not shame you in public, I will support you in any way, as long as you will do so to me.”

Lord Steve for the Lord au's

“Oh it is, Mrs. Bodecker. It’s when they stop communicating and get feral, that’s when we start worrying.”

Dreams can come true, Lee Bodecker 😍

But she was still going to leave. Maybe what he wanted wasn't in the stars anyway. For all he knew she did not look at him the same. What had he to offer her? An old house in need of reparations and improvements. A bit of land and no money. Just him, secluded from anyone else. Someone like her probably liked fancy things, comfort, a nice husband who never smelled of cattle and who shaved everyday. 

Stars Glow Above, Kaycee Dutton au story

Thank you so much. 6 roses, 6 glimpses☺️ but I have now way too many wips😭😭

[creativenicocorner]

I'm sending you Glow Worms and I /know/ you love any excuse to show off that gorgeous artwork :p

Ah!! ♡ Thank you so much @feather-dancer you're too kind! I haven't been doing much art these days, so thank you for this opportunity to share a few doodles

These are all little somethings from Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills be it ideas, and or things that have happened within the fic (like the bit with Serizawa and the ducks, and the bicycle scene) ♡

(♡˙︶˙♡) Thank you again!

[kitweewoos]

Send me a ⁉️ and I'll write 5 sentences in a randomly generated wip code and share the sentences, without telling you what wip it's a part of

[violetasteracademic]

Romcom Mash-Up especially the Runaway Bride bit please!

Absoluuuuutely!! So, this idea and conversation developed with some friends- and I would love for it to be a group project because no way could I write everything (or maybe even an ACOTAR 90s romcom week!) I'm not an Elucien writer, but I had a really cute Elucien idea about a You've Got Mail retelling- but You've Got Mate instead. They meet in an online support chatroom for people who are stuck with mates they don't like- a truly dire fate! It's a place where people can connect and share their stories- whether they decided to give it a try, whether they decide to reject the bond, and help each other through the tough decisions. They (duh) wind up falling in love in the chatroom while supporting each other through the painful situation of their own mating bond ! That idea kind of snowballed into coming up with RomCom ideas for all the ships, and I think it would be awesome to have a big ACOTAR RomCom mash-up collection one day. So that's the backstory of how this started!

Now for Runaway Bride Feysand!

Feyre Archeron has been looking for love in all the wrong places. First, with Isaac, her childhood friend that everyone felt certain she would settle down and grow happily ever after with. After that, it was Tamlin, the big city meteorologist who ran into Feyre working the small mom and pop arts and crafts shop she took over after her parents passed, who was immediately bessoted with her. Then Tarquin, an Olympic sailing gold medalist and one of the most eligible bachelors in town.

Each relationship ends in the same way: Feyre Archeron bolting in her wedding dress. And now, she has a reputation.

Hoping to help Feyre escape her string of bad luck and abandoned weddings, her sisters add Feyre to a buzzy new Mate Match-Up app, which guarantees the highest chance of meeting your true mate, or your money back.

When Feyre is matched with Rhysand, the broody and secretive man who lives in a dark mansion on the outkirts of Velaris, Elain and Nesta can't possibly believe this storm cloud of a man could be Feyre's mate, and they give up. However, Rhysand's cousin Morrigan is the one who set up his account, and she's more motivated to try to bring Rhys and Feyre together.

Can Feyre and Rhysand break the curse and finally find true love? Or is he destined to be another man left waiting at the altar?

[nocturne-side-blog]

I mean, with a title like "well excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," I have questions.

I knew that one was gonna raise some eyebrows. That's the main file for my Zelda Cartoon rewrite, where the Link and Zelda seen are their own incarnations in their own Hyrule (rather than supposedly the classic Link and Zelda). It integrates elements from later games and TLOZ media, and is more than likely intended to be near the end of the Era of Decline.

I know the original cartoon and its comics were intended to be the same continuity as the first two games despite the contradictions, so I also have been experimenting with integrating elements from the cartoon, comics, novels, and mangas based on Zelda I & II for my longfic the Return of Ganon + the novelization of the two games that will go with it!

When Link is given a mysterious sword in the deep caverns of Hyrule, he's brought before the Triforce guardian, Zelda. Link is snarky, Zelda is stubborn. They start out with an aversion to each other - rooted in a misunderstanding much like BotW Zelda’s, except it's mutual. They have a rivalry of sorts going on... Hyrule is very small and detached from its history, so scholars like Zelda are very few among the people of Hyrule; especially people like Link, who outright have a distaste for it.

Here's some snippets of it. :)

(Snippet 1)

“It’s dangerous to go alone.” An old man stands between three crumbling stone pillars. Moss gathers not only on their surfaces, but on his feet. Spectral fire flickers on the ends of torches left abandoned at the clearing of trees surrounding him. “Reborn soul of Courage– child of Calatia– take this sword from its pedestal. Your destiny has led you here.” Across from the sage is a young man, no older than ten years old. His hands are balled into tense fists at his side. The boy can hardly muster a word; it is difficult to even breathe. Such a gaze feels as though it has him in a chokehold. “It’s dangerous to go alone.” The man repeats. “Take this.” What a fool it makes him to be drawn to follow this stranger’s voice, the boy thinks. But what other choice does he have? Link takes a long, deep breath and steps forward. One after another, his feet scale eroded stairs. The shade of a cliff over the ruins covers his face, leaving only the glistening of the blade to hit one’s eyes. He wraps his fingers around the hilt. With another inhale, he pulls it from the stone. A gleaming light blinds his eyes.

(Snippet 2)

“Ohhh, Link! Look now!” The fairy squeezes herself between the curtains he just closed, before darting to the side and pulling one half open along with her. “We’re passing the golden goddess statues now! That means we’re here!” Golden goddess? Link lets his curiosity get the better of his boredom and peeks out. However, he is only met with the sight of three withering statues. They’re hardly “golden” seeming at all. “Those’re supposed to be… golden?” “No, silly, it’s stone! That’s just their title– You don’t know who they are?” “Spryte, do not pry.” The old woman cuts in. “Link is not of Hyrule, and even amongst ourselves our traditions and beliefs have long since faded from how they once were… Besides. You aren’t missing much, boy. Hylia is the only one who deserves your respect these days… If any of them.” “Impa, don’t say that!” Spryte flutters in front of her face, whisper-shouting. “I only speak the truth. He owes her, at least. They say she forged the blade whose shards were smelt down to forge his.” “...Then why didn’t she keep it?” Link had seemed entirely spaced out until this moment; it’s difficult to tell if he was even listening for a good portion of the conversation. “No one knows. Not anymore… but perhaps she has willed that heroes like you continue to exist, Link. And the timing… it is no coincidence.” Impa simply shuts her eyes again. What was that last part?! She can’t just go back to sleep after implying– What was she implying!? Almost as though she read his mind without even seeing him, Impa continues. “The King will not leave you in the dark when we need you most. He will tell you everything.”

I have drawings of it too, but they're pretty old.

[the-badger-mole]

what's the

Pirate Zuko AU Idea about?

I don't have a ton of this fic written, tbh. I think it amounts to maybe a half a page altogether, but here's the synopsis and a bit of dialogue I've been noodling around with.

Instead of a wild goose chase for the Avatar for 3 years, Zuko and his crew rebel against Ozai and turn pirate. Their targets are FN war vessels. They become sort of folk heroes to the EK and lower class FN citizens. When he realizes how much support Zuko is getting, Iroh suggests rolling their rebellion into a coup.

It takes a while, but Zuko eventually agrees after seeing how much harm his father is doing, and he and Iroh decided it's time to start building alliances with the other nations. Their first stop is the SWT, as they seem the likeliest to join the cause. As they're entering the southern waters, Zuko and his crew spot a strange beam of light in the distance.

Against all odds, they've stumbled upon the Avatar...

This is the bit of dialogue I've come up with. I think it would happen sometime soon after Zuko meets Katara, Sokka and Aang. I'm not sure why Zuko lied about his identity, but I like the idea of this scene.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were the Fire Lord’s son?” Katara asked. She kept her eyes on the horizon, but she felt Lee…no, Zuko shrug.

“Would you have trusted me if I had?” he countered.

“I guess not.” Katara sighed and turned to Zuko. Prince Zuko. That would take some time to wrap her mind around.

“If it makes you feel better, Ozai hasn’t claimed me as his son in quite some time.”

“Yeah, what happened there?” Now that the shock was beginning to wear off, Katara found herself curious about the pirate captain.

List of WIPS (last reblog)

[bellatrixobsessed1]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @blueleopard555 for what I think is probably a WIP game given the context clues lol.

My words are: Flirting, Kindness, and Debate

Tagging: @seyaryminamoto @magixfairyix @elsa-fogen & @yellowumbrella134

My words for you guys are: hurt, healing, & fear

Directions: You match a snippet of a WIP for a fic (or art) to each word. It can be any ship, canon, AU, or series!

*Cries in in just put out the last chapter of my latest long fic and have no WIPs other than bullet points* *Doesn't even have any working titles panic*

So this is going to be really interesting.

For debate: the closet thing that I have is this super messy, unpolished snippet with no prose whatsoever. Completely un-formatted too. It's from a fic that I may or may not even get to but have a concept for; Azula basically shuts down completely and enters this semi-catatonic unfeeling state.

“It’s fine zuko. I’m not sad.” “You lost everything you should feel upset!” “I used to. I felt a lot of things, betrayal, hurt, anger, shame… But one day it just stopped hurting. This is better. I don’t want to feel.” .oOo. "you always had ursa and iroh. I was always alone." “you had mai and tylee.” "they didn't really like me. They were only there because they were afraid of what would have happened if they weren’t" “That’s not true.” “It is.” “Azula.” “You said that I’m a liar but I’ve only ever told you the truth exactly as it was. Father did want to kill you, he doesn’t love you and he never will. He’ll always think that you have no honor. And mother doesn’t love me. She will always hate and fear me. That’s just how it is.”

For Flirting: Unnamed Sokkla fic that will double as both last weeks & this weeks entry for Earth & Mars

Hunger. Love. In a way they are the same emotion. She has never felt things in the ways that people tell her she should.  Slash! Blast! The fire reflects on his blade before it deflects. He charges at her as she charges at him. Resentment. Desire. These can also sometimes become one and the same. 

Sometimes she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

For Kindness: Untitled fic concept where Icy is hit with the kindness spell in (4kids) season 2 and it doesn't wear off.

It floods in like jingling sleigh bells, like laughter and the fluid song of the ice. Like peppermint kisses on rosy cheeks and hands stuffed into mittens. And it is overwhelming, physically nauseating as claws of light magic slice her darkness to ribbons. She tries to conjure up her favorite images but she finds that her focus lasping…redirecting. Mental images of faeries pinned by the wings to the floor are spliced with faeries skipping and laughing. A wanna be witch sobbing over books that Stormy had swatted out of her arms is interrupted by a hand, that Icy only faintly recognizes as her own, helping her up. The entirety of Magix blanketed in an eternal snow is overtaken by a cozy winter in the city with open fires and sticks heavy with marshmallows. Icy grits her teeth. The spell is seeping its way in, snuffing the malice and plucking evil inclinations right out of her as she tries fruitlessly to snatch them back.

[piecesofeden11]

Snippet of Perfect Rhythm, if you've got one?

Unfortunately, PR is still in the woefully unedited state I left it after NaNo23 BUT I'll happily share! Have a judge's table moment from one of the shows! With a little bit of ... drama! *jazz hands*

~*~

Threepio's voice echoed through the ballroom, as the applause died down. "That was Obi-Wan and Anakin with their Jive. Whee, what a lively performance, you two! Obi-Wan, that looked positively exhausting. How are you feeling?"

"Was that a jab at my age?", Obi-Wan asked, only half in jest, but smiled graciously for the camera, making a show of catching his breath a little more, Anakin's hand warm and steady at his back. "I'm, as you can see, a little out of breath, but thankfully, Anakin included a rigorous cardio training into this week so that could get through it without collapsing. I should say, it worked out well." He winked at the camera and the audience broke into exuberant cheers and laughter once again. Obi-Wan kept his eyes on Satine, who raised a very pointed eyebrow at him, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Well, well, well. I would agree. It has worked out but I'm just a humble host", Threepio tittered, the turned towards the judges table. "Let's asked the real professionals. Yoda, what did you think of this springy performance by our Team?"

"Springy it was, certainly. But a little stiff at times, hm? A little lifeless, yes? More emotion I hope to see from you next time, more you. A solid performance it was, nonetheless."

"Oooh", Threepio cooed, getting the audience to joining him in his exclamation. "Is the star sinking already? Mace, do you agree with your colleague? Was it lifeless?"

Mace Windu scowled, as he said leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Well, I wouldn't say lifeless, but I gotta say, I expected a little more. That felt like a school dance jive. Your technique was flawless and I'm glad to see you've overcome the issue of leading versus following, Obi-Wan, but I liked last week's dance better, too. This one was just a little bit too correct."

Anakin's hand on Obi-Wan's back balled into a fist again. Obi-Wan leaned into him a little more, trying to project a calm mind, while keeping his eyes focused on the last person to speak. Satine's nostrils were slightly flared, her eyes narrowed and Obi-Wan feared he may have taken it a bit too far with his earlier comment, but when Threepio addressed her with all the dressings of a royal courtier, she was perfectly cordial.

"I am with my fellow judges here. I saw an extremely well executed jive. In fact, there was not a single flaw in any of your steps and it would be remiss of me not to mention that fact." She waited indulgently as the audience graced that announcement with another round of cheers. Then she continued and Obi-Wan already knew what was coming. He wrapped his arm around Anakin's waist in a preemptive gesture of restrained and plastered his best neutral smile onto his lips. Satine's tone was equally neutral. "It lacked character. While I was watching I wondered which pairing I was judging, because nothing in your performance told me it was the both of you. I have seen the same performance a hundred times at a hundred competitions, not to mention all over social media and it was, frankly speaking, boring. I'm sure we'll be seeing you again next week, because again, technically, this was a flawless dance, but I really do urge you to bring more flair next week. Perfection gets boring very, very fast."

~*~ Please overlook any typos/grammar errors/senseless stuff ... like I said ... this is raw as a turkey!