#wip: kintsugi

[lingeringmirth]

Thank you @augustjustice for tagging me! ☺

My wips this weekend are:

steddie amnesia fic (my steddiebb, i sadly dropped out)

kintsugi

eddie munson big bang

I can't share from the eddiebb, but I'll share three sentences from a random other wip instead.

Snippet from the steddie amnesia fic:

“Why did you convince me to leave the hospital?” Steve asks his most burning question. 

It hadn’t made sense then and doesn’t now. Shouldn’t they have stayed? The doctors had been quite adamant. But a call from someone called Doctor Owens had made them relent, letting Steve leave against medical advice. Eddie had hedged his questions after he'd been discharged and in the car.

“Because it wasn’t the best place for you and you were getting freaked out. And the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with you.”

“You’re not telling me everything.”

“No, no I’m not.” 

WIP Weekend

I've got a long weekend to try and take advantage of to get back into writing, so I'll be taking asks for this through Monday!

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIPs:

Steddie Bodyswap Ch. 5

Crush Confessions Ch. 2

Pre-S4 Steddie as the kids divorced dads

Eddie Narrating the Cafeteria Mean Girls Style

The Three Muskequeers Breakfast Club

Stevie the Vampire Slayer

Snippet and taglist under the cut-

From the Breakfast Club one-shot: 

The grin the guy flashed back at them was so wide, Steve felt like he could see every single one of his teeth. He jerked a thumb towards the tempting blue skies and cool breeze now gently billowing in. “So, whaddya say? You two in or out?”

Steve turned to the scowly blonde, giving her a shrug. Then, he stood and carefully made his way over to join Munson by the window. 

He felt shocked when he saw something like delight flash in the other boy’s eyes. “That’s the spirit! Who knew golden boy Harrington had it in him?”

“Well, I am already in detention,” Steve shot back, leaving the duh implied but unstated. 

I'm no pressure tagging back the folks who have tagged me over the last few months when I've been kind of MIA for WIP weekends; thanks so much to all of y'all 💛🖤: @steveseddie @thefreakandthehair @lingeringmirth @formosusiniquis @klausinamarink and of course anybody else who sees this and wants to join in!

[demaparbat-hp]

Nothing to say other than I love the way you draw long hair fire lord zuzu 🤌🏻

Long Hair and shirtless Zuko is the reason for my existence. Have an oldie lineart sketch!

[stardust948]

🌹

~*~

“Hey! What are you not telling us?!”

“Us?” Azula scoffed and kept walking. “This is a family matter.”

Katara froze Azula’s feet to the ground. “Just because you helped us defeat the Firelord, doesn’t mean I suddenly trust you now.” She stood in front of Azula and cloaked her arms in water, ready to strike at any moment.

Azula let out a sharp laugh. “I’m glad someone still has their head on straight. But you’re barking up the wrong tree, waterbender.”

“Mai is your lackey. Whatever you’re hiding, I will find out.”

“What do I have to hide? A secret plot to reinstate the father that threw me away?”

Katara gritted her teeth. Before she could react, guards rushed forward.

“Princess Azula! Are you alright?!” They glared at Katara.

Azula melted the ice. “Just a light spar. Nothing to be concerned over. Right, Katara?”

She begrudgingly bended the water back into her pouch.

“Right. Just a tease.”

“You’re dismissed.” Azula flicked her hand.

The guards hesitated a moment then bowed and left. Their eyes did not leave Katara once.

“You’re welcome.” Azula said flippantly.

“How dare you-“

Azula stepped closer and whispered in her ear. “The war isn’t over. Remember that.” She then brushed past her and waved. “I have other matters to attend to. We’ll compare notes later!”

~*~

[unendingwanderlust]

It's WIP Wednesday and the WIP of choice is Kintsugi! For context, in this AU all elves are able to wear dresses regardless of their gender.

Maglor was too busy twirling in front of the mirrors to notice when Fëanor entered the room. They both froze in place, staring at each other. Fëanor observed the gown, all the gold-embroidered details that his late mother had spent decades on perfecting.

“I am going to return this to the chest,” said Maglor. “I was only curious to see if it would fit me.”

Fëanor shook his head. He approached, eyes misted over, and pulled his son into the tightest hug. “It is a masterwork, and it deserves to be seen rather than rot in storage. Besides, it looks as if it were made for you.”

Such a strange thought. After all, not even Fëanor himself had existed when Míriel had created this. However, anyone with functioning eyes could not deny that the gown fit Maglor as if it had been tailored to him.

[lingeringmirth]

Uhh, so I forgot to say how many sentences... so, I'll write 30 new sentences for each ask. Because why not go crazy?

WIP WEEKEND

I need some motivation to work on my bangs this weekend, what else is new? Also trying to desperately scramble to get back on track with sapphic september, although I feel it might be a lost cause...

So, wips for this weekend are:

steddiebee

stsapphicbee

sapphic september

No snippet, because docs is being stupid.

[mafiatsunafish]

Kintsugi

noun

Also called kin·tsu·ku·roi  [kin-tsoo-koo-roi] . a traditional Japanese pottery repair technique in which lacquer mixed with precious metals, especially gold, is used to fill cracks and replace missing pieces: A 300-year old vase repaired with kintsugi was on display.

[flow2024]

2, 3, 4?

2:

3:

4:

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Spencer WIP ┃Kintsugi  金繕い

Photo credit to @mandarinmoons

Okay, I am working on a Spencer fic for an Anon that requested a while ago and I love where it is headed. I did a little play on words for the Unsub's name and I wanna see if you all get it. If not it has nothing serious to do with the plot, just having some fun.

So the Unsub's name is Moore Eiarty [it's a literary reference]. Just for funsies here's a poll to see what you think.

The fic is already 2.5K so it will be another novel. I love being back into writing. I have missed it so much. I hope you all have a wonderful week - Love Levi ❤️

Tagging some moots just for fun: @tgskitten @ssahotchnerr @silk-spun @criminalskies @hotchfiles

[poupeesdecirque]

You maybe remember the bowl I got at the bookfair and dropped after 2 minutes.... I took the shards home but it looked pretty bad.

I got one of those gold repair kits but oh boy.... I'm either super unskilled or whatever.

You can see the outcome and I am now using the bowl to display dolls (might change that later on) but the whole procedure was anything but easy. The mixture didn't stick and took forever to dry, you were supposed to wipe off any excess but if you did you weren't able to stick the pieces together to glue them or the mixure was already hardened and you weren't able to wipe it, if yes you smeared it EVERYWHERE and everything was golden q_q

In the end I carefully scraped off the golden "noses" on the outside with a knife to make it somewhat okay looking. It took me overall 3 hours and almost a mental breakdown in which I questioned my whole existence as an artist. I just continued because I had spend the money and throwing it away was like throwing money out of the window q_q;

[stardust948]

After about two years, I finally have a full(ish) plot for part 3 of the Kintsugi series.

Now I just have to write it 😭

[livingjust2beoverdramatizing]

WIP for my planned The Kintsugi Kid poster- because Photoshop is not working.

The plan is to make it like a grungy poster (well, like all my works), but also very minimalistic, white background and everything, kinda want it to be like posters you have photocopied so many times to share with everyone. That kind of vibe.

[corishadowfang]

xehanort kintsugi story 👀👀👀?

-moonluringfrost

(For this)

Haha, so this is actually the main document for Fool's Gold, it just...never got officially renamed at any point. (Break Your Heart Like Glass is actually similar; it remaned 'Baldr story' in my documents until I actually posted it.) Basically, I knew I wanted to do a story in the series from Xehanort's perspective, and there was a lot of interesting stuff about him (his relationship with the Player, his "memories" of the Union Leaders, his connection to Ephemer...) that I wanted to kind of explore. This was basically my opportunity to do that!

(It was surprisingly easy to write, which was...kind of a relief after how hard it was to write Fill the Cracks with Gold, aha.)

[sentient-stove]

Throws a Fusion Au snippet at you like that one Eminem meme.

…

“I miss it. Does, that makes me just as terrible as him, doesn’t it? That I miss being Mourner.”

Mourner was terrible. And powerful. Leo alone is not much, Luke made sure of that. The media said that fusions were stronger together, and so naturally, he was nothing without the other right?

He missed Mourner. Mourner was not true safety, but there was a sort of safety in the power the fusion carried.

“I don’t think it means anything really. You are Mourner as well as yourself. It’s only natural of you mortals to miss parts of yourself.”

“Do- you miss being mortal?”

“Sometimes. I had two soulmates when I was.”

“Oh.”

“Hn.”

“Do you miss them?”

“I think I miss who I was- who I was with them. I was a deeply unpleasant child. Side effect of being born from my father’s calf and the later dismemberment I assume. That or the general aura of madness beasties like you or I carry.”

[yeetus-feetus]

Tim had set cameras up after that, hoping to catch his invisible healer. They never come back, and Tim is torn between the feelings of guilt, shame for that guilt, and a slight relief in finally feeling like he wasn’t being watched anymore.

However, on a particular night of missing the comfort it brought to have someone caring for his wounds, he takes the cameras down.

But still, it never comes back. Tim is wondering if he hurt its feelings with his clear distrust and curiosity.

But then… it doesn’t matter anymore. Because a few months later he has Bernard worrying over him and checking up on him constantly.

Bernard who’s cooking for him and sleeping over and helping him stitch his wounds.

Bernard who is his everything.

He’s grateful for bernard. And he’s almost forgotten about the thing that came in the night to heal him and adorn him in gold.

Almost.

Because he’s standing in the mirror looking at the gold B around his neck, and the shiny chain is reminding him of the bullet.

He put all his golden gifts away when his kintsugi enthusiast stopped showing up, but up until Bernard came back into his life he had worn the bullet everyday.

Is the B real gold too? He hadn’t thought to check, so swept up in his romance with his beautiful boyfriend. He’s been wearing the necklace for over a week, and only now is he realizing the particular way it glints under his bathrooms’ light.

He frowns. He’d had no reason to think it was real gold though when he was first gifted it. Bernard is… Bernard. It’s not like he could actually afford that.

It turns out to be real gold.

And Tim can’t shake an itch somewhere inside that he can’t scratch. Where would Bernard have gotten the money for this? certaintly not his parents.

A month or so later, Tim decides to invite Bernard to a Wayne Gala as his Plus One, and he gets all dressed up for the occasion. He retrieves his stash of gold from the back of his closet, he trades his black studs in for gold hoops; gold bracelets and a gold watch wrap around his wrists, and gold rings adorn his fingers.

He leaves the bullet in the jewelry box and keeps the B around his neck instead.

The Gala goes as well as they do when villains aren’t attacking. So in other words, boring and uneventful. And Bernard hangs off his arm in very much the same manner as the girls who hang off of Bruce and Dick, drinking tall thin glasses of sparkling champagne and entertaining himself with Tim’s gold cufflinks.

“Where did you get these?” he asks, still figedeting with the cufflinks, when people finally stop coming up to talk boring buisness nonsene with Tim.

Tim narrows his eyes in thought, before sighing. “I don’t know, they were gifts”. He leads them out to the balcony and takes the flute of champagne from his boyfriend, taking his own sip and smiling. “Do you like them?”

Bernard grins. “I like your earrings more. Gold really compliments your skin y’know”, he slides a hand up Tim’s arms to his shoulders and wraps the gold chain hanging from his neck around a slender finger. “That’s why I gave you the gold chain instead of a silver one”.

Something in the back of tim’s mind tingles at the phrasing, but he’s being pulled into a gentle kiss; Bernard’s soft lips move against his, and suddenly he’s all consumed by him, the world falling away as his boyfriend presses agaisnst him.

When the two of them get back from the Gala there’s a book sitting on the coffee table. The cover is finely carved and detailed, with arabic script along the spine.

huh.

Tim traces his fingers carefully over the cover as he flips it open to a random page to read it…

one day Tim gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet goes straight through so he doesn't bother anyone about it. He hates bothering people with his injuries when there's people more in need than him. He goes home and collapses in bed, he'll deal with it tomorrow.

When he wakes up though, he finds that someone has already come and fixed him up while he was asleep. The area surrounding the bullet wound has been completely numbed too. What the fuck?

There's a flattened bullet hanging from his neck, and Tim wonders if it's the same bullet that went through him. It must be right? Why else would whoever fixed him up give it to him?

The bullet hangs on a shiny gold chain, and Tim stares at it in the mirror. Rubbing his fingers over it and coming to the conclusion it must be real gold. He'll check, just to make sure.

He also needs to investigate who the fuck has gold and expensive pain relief to waste on him. Why they did it. And how the hell they knew Tim was not only injured, when he told absolutely no one, but also found the bullet used on him.

What the fuck.

But this keeps happening, and Tim continues to be confused. He gets injured badly and tells no one, and the next day he's patched up and gifted gold.

Thing is, he can't really tell anyone without admitting he's been hiding his injuries. He can't stand to see Dick's worried expression, or listen to Bruce's disappointed lecture. There's more important things to worry about in Gotham.

He breaks his hand on patrol and when he wakes up the next morning it's been bandaged and put in a splint. Fuck. That was his dominant hand too!

His other hand feels heavy and when he brings it up to examine it as well, his fingers are adorned in various rings of gold.

A deep cut into his flesh and he passes out on his own floor, only to wake up in bed with perfect stitches and a burning sensation coming from his ears. He looks in the mirror groggily too see he's been completely wiped down off the coagulated blood that was surely clinging to his skin before his mystery nurse came to visit.

Not only is he clean and completely patched up, but there's gold hanging from his ears. Both ears are double pierced with perfect hoops of gold threaded through all four new punctures, well- 2 new punctures and 2 re-punctured.

His ears burn. It stings. But the earnings look so pretty, he looks really nice with them.

He smiles.

Then, his mug breaks. His favorite mug. And it's the cherry on top of a horrible, exhausting week. He'd been so stressed and overwhelmed and all he wanted was something to drink! Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did Bruce have to yell at him for doing what he knew he needed to do!? It wasn't fair... and everything just came crashing down all at once.

Tim crumples to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably, cradling the broken pieces of his mug in shaking hands.

He wakes up in his bed.

It's odd, because he doesn't remember taking himself to bed last night. He's pretty sure he cried himself to sleep on his less-than-clean kitchen floor.

But he's used to this by now. Passing out somewhere and ending up tucked into bed by some mysterious being that Tim still hasn't managed to figure out.

It's nice.

It's really nice actually. It's comforting to know something is caring for him and keeping him safe and he doesn't have to embarrass himself by asking for it.

Except... the space in the bed next to him is warm. That's-

That hasn't happened before....

When he pads into the kitchen it's been cleaned, top to bottom. And his mug is waiting for him on the counter.

Except it's not broken anymore.

There is his favorite mug, whole again and full of steaming tea. Tim scrunches his nose at that, he'd much prefer coffee. But the aroma is nice, soothing, and he carefully picks it up to run his fingers over the lines of gold that glue the shattered pieces together.

Kintsugi.

And then it hits him.

The hair on his neck stands up, a small shiver running through him.

Someone's been treating Tim as their personal art project. Someone's trying to mend him with gold, trying to piece all that's left of him back together like he's fractured pottery.

He doesn't know how he feels about that...

A conflicting mix of dread and warmth settling heavy in his gut, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and pleasant fullness.

But it's not like he has the words to describe the odd sensation. ..But he likes it.

[mysterious-merchant-of-ink]

🌟Kintsugi and the Beauty of Broken Things

Lately, I’ve been thinking about Kintsugi — the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by filling the cracks with gold. Instead of trying to hide the damage, it highlights it. The break becomes part of the story, not a flaw to be erased.

That idea really hit me.

We all go through things that leave marks — burnout, failure, doubt, grief, restarts. Life chips away at us sometimes. But just like in Kintsugi, those cracks don’t have to make us less valuable. In fact, they can become what makes us stronger, more unique, and more human.

As someone rebuilding their art practice from the ground up, and figuring life out along the way, I’ve realized this:

💭 You don’t have to be perfect to be whole.

Progress isn’t always neat. Growth isn’t always graceful. And that’s okay.

Your scars are part of your story — and your story is worth honoring.

🖌️ Curious — has anyone else ever found comfort or inspiration in this concept?

[morimyth]

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