#wip: Night Shift

[friendzonefrog]

Morbid Curiosity - WIP Intro and Masterpost

Genre: Horror / Thriller

Rating: M (17+) [ may change or vary by installment ]

Status: Conceptualization / Plotting stage

Anthology series spanning several subgenres of horror, highlighting the weird, the paranormal, the terror in the mundane, and those who can't help but go looking for answers. Master tag: #wip: Morbid Curiosity

🎪 #1 Funfair

Paranormal

▸ A college photojournalist visits the site of an abandoned amusement park harboring dark secrets and horrors unknown.

Aesthetics: the cold and wet of autumn // eerie calliope music // echoes in dark tunnels // jumping at your own reflection in a funhouse mirror // creepy clowns.

Influences: Stephen King's 'It' // Jordan Peele's 'Us'

✯ Intro post ✯ Teaser moodboard ✯ Playlist ✯ Character meme (Tens But tag game)

Tag: #wip: Funfair

🌾 #2 Backroad Blues

Southern Gothic

▸ A big storm's brewing in Uncertain, Texas, home to a population of 80 citizens devoted to preserving the town's rich history... however gruesome it may be.

Aesthetics: banjo, harmonica, violin // old farmhouses and lakeside cabins // rusted silos and water towers // scary rednecks with double-barreled shotguns.

Influences: Supernatural // Resident Evil 7 // Jeepers Creepers

♞ Intro post coming soon! ♞ Spotify playlist

Tag: #backroad blues

🏰 #3 The Fall of Strömberg

Gothic/Macabre

▸ In 1520, a banquet was set ablaze, killing a family of Swedish nobles, along with their guests. Since that night, nobody has entered the castle ruins and lived to tell the tale.

Aesthetics: fire against the night sky // gargoyles perched above you // moonlight peering in through stained-glass windows // dark dungeons and long corridors // twisted alchemy.

Influences: Dracula // a dash of Midsommar

❋ Intro post coming soon! ❋ Spotify playlist ❋ Snippet (last line tag game) ❋ Character meme / first look (Tens But tag game)

Tag: #the fall of strömberg

🛒 #4 Night Shift

Slasher

▸ Retail employees on the night shift usually have to fight to stay awake... but tonight they must fight to stay alive, as an unseen killer attempts to pick them off one by one.

Aesthetics: mannequins and their blank smiles // fluorescent lights // loud music blaring over the speakers // handprints on fogged-up freezer doors.

Influences: Scream // I Know What you Did Last Summer // Until Dawn

☾ Intro post coming soon! ☾ Spotify playlist

Tag: #wip: Night Shift

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TAG LIST INFO:

With autumn writing vibes kicking in, and spooky season right around the corner, I'm hoping to be pretty inspired and active with these for the next few months :D

I'll be doing separate tag lists for each installment, since the aesthetics are pretty different. If you're interested in being added to the tag list for one or more of these, lmk! <3

[druidshollow]

m, wasnt gonna post this wip but ive changed my mind

[thenightshift-interactive]

Somewhere on the outer side of a town at the cusp of a verdant green, sprawling forest, lies a gas station, open 24 hours, 7 day a week. With it's six out of eight working fuel pumps, one of which has been known to leak some oozing substance that you will not touch, and yes- a guy's been called about it.

An old weather-vane attached to the roof with nothing more that some form of hope and prayer, that serves little but to add a 'homeliness' to the place. And a crumbling cork-board with it's fair share of missing posters, nearly rivaling those for a "Community Seance Seminar" that the unofficial-Shire Council keeps advertising. It's just like any other gas station.

A night shift position is yours for the taking.

And you don't have much of a choice.

Content on this blog will include; (a list of rules for me to follow during the development of this Interactive Fiction)

progress updates; snippets, dialogues, character designing and UI horror.

asks and the usual mess that comes with networking baby

the actual intro post when the prologue is ready.

[thecryptidart1st]

even more out of context sketches

[ahyuggg]

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[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @pirrusstuff @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks 💖

just a tiny snippet of the natalia fic bc I'm excited about it and I think it might be posted by the end of this weekend👀 this one takes place before the last snippet lol

prev snippet

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It’s a few seconds before he hears the sound of familiar steps, recognizing them immediately. Eddie’s home. Buck hears him coming, hears him stepping on that one squeaky floorboard two steps from the door – they’ve been meaning to fix that for ages – and finally the door opens, revealing a confused but pleased-looking Eddie. He’s in sweatpants and an old, stretched out t-shirt Buck’s pretty sure actually belongs to him, and his hair is all disheveled and flat on one side, like he’s been napping on the couch. He looks so perfect and so cute, and Buck wants to see him like this for the rest of his life.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @nmcggg @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @king-buckley @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @exhuastedpigeon @jesuisici33 @theotherbuckley @rainbow-nerdss @malewifediaz @giddyupbuck @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @epicbuddieficrecs

[femmefighter]

When the writing isn't helping cure the brain rot. Stuff it. Let's see if drawing it out will help.

I don't think so. But at least it's fun.

[vaporame]

wip 🦋

[green-eyes-and-orange-ties]

SebAngelo at the beginning of season 1 vs the end of season 1

Image from this post by wingedcorgi

[dripgnoll]

wip wip wip of pyro, sniper, and a bushfire

i know i said wip but tht sniper might never get finished, more of a warmup/cooldown than a wip

[umbrarkzoo]

Girls just wanna have fun

[friendzonefrog]

FriendzoneFrog's 'Formal' Writeblr Intro

Hi!

You can call me Friend or Frog (she/her). I'm a young adult from the US. When I say 'friendzone,' I don't mean it in an incel way, but rather in an "I'm the comedic relief friend character irl and I own it" way <3

What I write:

I don’t ever stick to one thing, but my main niche is dialogue. I have sooo many hypothetical scripts for graphic novels, video games, animation, webseries, stage shows, etc. Basically I’m really into the idea of putting words on paper and then bringing them to life in another way :)

Favorite genres:

Crime and suspense thrillers

Horror

Mystery and whodunnits

Superhero (especially ragtag groups with wacky powers)

Spy/espionage

Dark comedy and satire

I play around with other genres, too!

My projects:

📁Shreds of Integrity

M (17+) Crime/Drama. A story focusing on agents and former agents of an FBI crime analysis unit, as they grapple with the weight of the job, its aftershocks, and its imbalance with personal life. Tags: #shreds of integrity Intro post Playlist Moodboard Character meme (Tens But tag game) STS character asks (sleeping habits) Picrew challenge - Madeleine

🖥️ ERR0R!

T (14+) Sci-Fi/Superhero. Seven strangers evade a tech lab's evil plot involving shady clinical trials, experiments gone wrong, and a supercomputer with the power to take control of the universe. No pressure! Tags: #wip: ERR0R! Intro post Character intros Plalylist Moodboard (under construction) Character meme (Tens But tag game)

😱Morbid Curiosity

M (17+) Horror/Thriller. Anthology series spanning several subgenres of horror, highlighting the weird, the paranormal, the terror in the mundane, and those who can't help but go looking for answers. 🎪 #1 Funfair Paranormal ▸ A college photojournalist visits the site of an abandoned amusement park harboring dark secrets and horrors unknown. 🌾 #2 Backroad Blues Southern Gothic ▸ A big storm's brewing in Uncertain, Texas, home to a population of 80 citizens devoted to preserving the town's rich history... however gruesome it may be. 🏰 #3 The Fall of Strömberg Gothic/Macabre ▸ In 1520, a banquet was set ablaze, killing a family of Swedish nobles, along with their guests. Since that night, nobody has entered the castle ruins and lived to tell the tale. [Might become a standalone outside the anthology tbh!] 🛒 #4 Night Shift Slasher ▸ Retail employees on the night shift usually have to fight to stay awake... but tonight they must fight to stay alive, as an unseen killer attempts to pick them off one by one.

Tags: #wip: Morbid Curiosity #wip: Funfair #backroad blues #the fall of strömberg #wip: Night Shift Intro and masterpost

✨Ms. Praline & the Evening Star

G (all ages) Adventure / Fantasy. As a child, Mae Praline wished upon a star that she could fly. Twenty-two years later, she awakens to find a strange airship on her front lawn, and a mysterious letter addressed to her.

Tags: #ms. praline & the evening star Intro postMoodboard (under construction)

I'm excited to share more about these stories, as well as others I'm dreaming up. I’m always happy to chat about my projects, chat about YOUR projects, answer asks, participate in tag games, etc.! I’ll also share writing tips and prompts when I can.

I have the type of social anxiety where I'm not too good at initiating conversation, but I do try my best, because I enjoy chatting! Feel free to hit me up at any time! (But please keep in mind that, as a personal policy, I am not comfortable privately messaging anyone under the age of 18.)

What I'm into besides writing (and other content you might see) :

Nothing

Messing around on Canva (GRAPHIC DESIGN SIDEBLOG)

Musical theatre and singing

Photography

Commentating/critiquing movies (follow me on letterboxd!)

Video games (follow me on backloggd!)

Board games

Comics (anything Hawkeye, I’m there.)

Attempting to teach myself ukulele and banjo

Making earrings :3

Hatewatching CW shows then accidentally becoming hooked

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CREDITS:

Computer, frog dividers- @ animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Ghost divider- @ racingairplanes

FBI divider- @ firefly-graphics

[inkyquince]

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:3 and a cake??? thank you, i'll save that for my lovely 23rd birthday in two days

A wip from my Doren piece uwu

He was disgusting. He knew he was. Fuck, it was so ingrained in him that everytime he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket he got a disgusting thrill in his stomach, and his cock slowly hardening in his trousers.

He couldn't even try to justify himself at this point. He made his bed, and now he lies in it, boxers around his thighs as he sluggishly pumps a scuffed fleshlight around his throbbing, veiny cock, all the while scrolling through your pictures online.

Heehee :3c

[roramble]

sooo uninspired rn sorry to all affinity enjoyers (sacha) i promise it’ll be done soon….

[thecryptidart1st]

two out of context screenshots from two seperate comics

[idiopath-fic-smile]

having a quiet afternoon in; feeling like doing that "choose a WIP and i'll write a bit of it" meme that's been going around but I only have 2 WIPs so it's really just a binary choice:

"e/R 1970's" (sequel to this)

"the patron saint of all-night diners" (sideways spin-off of this feat. Julie the waitress and the Reagan-hating fry cook falling in love)

(i don't think you're supposed to give that much context to the WIPs but *sunglasses emoji* sometimes you gotta break the rules.)

snippets under the cut. both of them are set in restaurants in the American midwest, which i mention only because it might be distracting otherwise. throw me an ask about one or the other and i'll write three more sentences. i will do this until i get tired.

e/R 1970's

Grantaire frowns down at her menu. “Suppose I’ll have to get used to lentils eventually,” she says, “if it’s bound to become part of the lifestyle. Only, remember when all you had to do to be a lesbian was want to make love to women?”

“And live entirely submerged in fear and shame?” Enjolras replies, without heat. New York’s Stonewall Riot seven years earlier—and the bolder, more confrontational movement that followed it—have changed her. With a suitable outlet for her particular magnificent energy, she is more focused than ever in work, and a little calmer in repose.

“True,” Grantaire replies. “But I worry that any day now, we’ll be issued a box of cats.” She shakes her head theatrically. “You know I can barely keep houseplants alive.”

“Houseplants don’t meow until you remember to water them,” says Enjolras. “And I admit, I have a morbid curiosity for what you’d name a pet.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Skinny Bones, if we fed him the food of our people,” says Grantaire. “Did you see they sell vegetable ice cream?”

Enjolras shrugs serenely. “We’d give him meat,” she says. “Cats are carnivores. And as far as human food goes, the spinach and black olive enchiladas aren’t half bad.”

They’re sharing a table at Viv’s Vegetarian Spot, the best lesbian-owned cafe in all of Boystown and likely all of Chicago. “Best” being perhaps a little generous, in Grantaire’s meatloaf-and-potatoes-loving book.

“You know I admire your devotion to supporting our sisters-in-arms—our sisters-in-amour, let’s say,” Grantaire counters, “but in this one particular case, I’ll never grasp why you—”

Enjolras reaches over and squeezes her hand; their waitress has swooped in, the numerous political pins rattling on her denim jacket like chainmail. “WE HAVE BEEN TOO NICE TOO LONG” reads one. “OUT OF THE CLOSET, INTO THE STREETS” reads another.

“Hi there, I’m Sandy. Can I get you two anything?” she asks.

“I’ll have the enchiladas,” says Enjolras. She hasn’t moved her hand on top of Grantaire’s. And then she beams up at Sandy and adds, deliberately, “And my date will have…”

“The enchiladas also,” Grantaire fills in, swallowing hard as Sandy nods and retreats to fetch them waters like this is the most normal and natural thing in the world. “Alright,” Grantaire says. “I think I can grasp it now.”

the patron saint of all-night diners

The first thing to know about Al’s 24-Hour Eats is that it didn’t start as a haven for the queers and deviants of the greater Indianapolis area.

The second is that the transformation was no accident.

“Julie Williams,” says Lloyd, the night manager.

Julie nods, smiles blandly. She does not adjust her unfashionable brown turtleneck or her equally out-of-date khaki maxi skirt, both chosen with care at Goodwill in an effort to look as staid and buttoned-up and employable as possible.

Lloyd’s eyes scan down her resume. She presses her lips together. Given that he’d kept her waiting in the narrow, dingy outside his office twenty minutes into their scheduled 10 o’clock appointment, it feels like he could’ve at least already read a single sheet of paper. A bead of sweat slides down her spine.

There are six lies on her resume, and seven truths. The lies: previous places of employment, mostly, retroactively fitting her with a past where she has always been known as she. The provided contact numbers belong to sympathetic friends who have been told to answer the phone cautiously over the next couple of days. The truths: her name, first of all, truer now for years than whatever might be printed on her birth certificate. Her list of relevant skills; even in her previous life, she knew her way around a tray of plates, a table full of rowdy drunks.

Also this: Julie Williams is a people person.

This will be important later.

“You ever done this before?” Lloyd says suddenly.

Julie blinks. He’s still holding the paper in his hand. The paper which says that she has a combined fifteen years of experience working as a waitress in dining establishments across the Midwest. This is not strictly true, but that’s not the point.

“Yes, I have,” she says, in her most pleasant voice. “Most recently, six years at Sunrise.”

“Sunrise in…?” Lloyd trails off.

“Lafayette. Up way past Lebanon.”

“Were you any good at it?”

“Very,” says Julie without hesitation.

Lloyd lets out a long sigh. “That’s good, that’s good. Between you and me, we’ve been having a tough time filling the night shift lately. Nobody wants to work anymore. And this part of town going the way it’s been going, we’ve been getting a lot of weirdos applying.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I’m real sorry to hear that,” she says. A second bead of sweat is slipping down to join the first one, right at the start of her asscrack. Charming.

“Yeah.” He pulls himself to his feet and shakes his head. “This place is headed downhill fast. Has been since that seedy little rathole across the street opened.” He must be talking about Hey Sailor, the windowless establishment Julie passed on her way here. Mentally, Julie updates the little dot on her mental map from probably a gar bar to almost certainly a gay bar.

“I should warn you,” he adds, “the crowd gets a little wild at night. Our last waitress quit because she couldn’t hack it. Think you can stand up to the freaks and perverts?”

She can feel her smile go sharp-edged. “I don’t let anyone push me around, sir.”

Provided the patron saint of all-night diners comes through for her and she gets the job, Julie makes a solemn vow to herself just then, regarding said freaks and perverts.

This, too, will be important later.