I was tagged by @arandin-art to list some of my WIPS & I will admit I don’t have very many… I am a one WIP at a time kind of person… but I will list the couple I have.
#1 - RIA chapter 21 (currently 13k)
#2 - Blue Spirit Alone (Sokka/Zuko/Jet mixture kind of)
#3 - I have a bit of a gladiator Zuko brainrot (thanks kpop now I have notes)
#4 - Zuko POV from LIAB (still thinking about it ehhh I have some notes)
#5 - My two other posted ao3 works haha (IWOK, IRBL) eventually… maybe…. We’ll see,
Anyway that’s about it, I have a few more ideas that I have tossed around with some people but these are the ones that I might ACTUALLY one day maybe possibly right idkkkk.
Ok tagging people: @chiptrillino @gloomybirdie @vintageskeletons @paintedbluerose & whoever else wants to go!!!
Person A of your OTP, dying with nothing to be done, but refusing to go because they promised person B they would always be with them and never leave them behind. But B is distraught because A is suffering so much, is almost always delirious with pain and fever, never fully conscious, repeating their promise again and again, breaking the other’s heart and mind. So B, as a last ditch effort (they couldn’t bring themselves to end all with their own hands) brokenly tells A while cradling them close that they don’t love them, never did, doesn’t need them and that they could leave, please just leave…
A, finally lucid enough to comprehend, smiles weakly, calls the other a Liar, kiss them one last time and finally let their life escape from their body.
You have never felt so alive in your life, there is something about being on stage that just drives you. You teach classes between and after classes and you really dance at night. You get down to your panties before quitting, it's not really as degrading as it seems; a lie you continue to tell yourself. But you never really think about the down side and the bright side, a curtain drops when you pick up your money. And you have time to do homework a lot of the girls have great stories and they let you use it for stories. You get tragically wrapped in their bubble.
With each passing day your dad talks less and less to you, especially after you burned up the books at the store. You feel desperately alone and cling to your pillow nightly. No one is around to listen to you. But you are funny, pretty damn sexy, and a fucking sex shark. No one should ever know that you call yourself a 'sex shark'. But you're your own g-damn spirit animal, you roar in the morning, it's a ritual. You use to do it with your dad every morning when you still lived together. You roar, you're an 18 year old college student and you fucking roar. Dear God, you need friends.
You always walk home like a dumb ass, in yoga pants and a huge sweater that belonged to your daddy. But you also carry a brick in your Nike bag if anyone tries anything funny. You can fight, you're a fucking Puckerman. Of course you can fight. When you make it up to your room, you lie down on the couch, work sucks so bad. Well not really, you just get so tired some times that it sucks. But you suppose you could pass out to 'Where the wilds things are' and call it a good night.
