I'm beginning the process of showcasing W.I.P.s that I've been wanting to finish forever, however time has passed by to where these have gathered dust for a year or more, ensuring they'll never be finished.
But I still love the ideas and the varying levels of effort that went into them, so I've decided to show what has been written coupled with author notes to explain the idea futher and the thought process alongside it.
Rating: General
Ship: Isaac/Arthur. It's there but you can squint it away.
Document Title: 'Isaac arthur beta'
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Settled on Arthur's lounge, legs thrown over the writer's, Isaac read over the latest manuscript Arthur had completed.
While the writer's thumbs drumming on his knees wasn't enough to break his immersion, beginning a new page and meeting Arthur's gaze briefly was.
Isaac honestly had no idea why Arthur wanted his opinion so badly. He wasn't one to casually read fiction, mind too preoccupied with whatever he was researching at the moment, but once the two of them became entangled and slowly opening up, Isaac became one of Arthur's few early readers.
Once he finished the new short story, he folded the papers in his lap, fiddling with the corners.
"Well?" Arthur's tapping on his knees stopped, his tone breezy as he gave Isaac a smile.
This was another reason Isaac was so unsure why Arthur asked him to do this: compliments from Isaac were always so awkward, and often sounded…poorly. No matter the intentions he had.
"It was...Good. The quality hasn't gone down."
"Well, I sure hope it hasn't!" Arthur laughed, using Isaac's knees to prop an elbow on, "Go on, then."
"Go on?"
"Were you able to visualize everything?"
"I don't understand why you ask me that every time-"
"Humor me?"Isaac sighed, meeting his boyfriend's playful grin with a frown, "yes, I was able to visualize everything."
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Notes:
Back in 2020, I ended up writing a lot of Isaac/Arthur, or a lot of Isaac/Mc/Arthur. So much so that I have an abandoned series centered around the three of them getting together. And back then my primary writing was, usually, smut unlike nowadays.
But I liked imagining a lot of the quiet moments they could have, or just friendly moments that weren't entirely focused on shipping or sex or anything similar. Just pretty mundane.
This resulted in me wanting to write a good chunk about how Isaac, and others, did in fact enjoy Arthur's writing - then this later got confirmed by Cybird in a later event or route.
I lost steam on this piece, but it was going to highlight how Isaac rarely showcases his thoughts regarding creative works. He has a history of being unable to share his research, or struggling to do so, due to past experiences, so i ran to the conclusion that for his personal takes on creative pieces, especially onces he himself had no part in, he would struggle to find the words.
Arthur is already famous as a writer, but I think he'd give peeks of early versions to those interested in the mansion. Most of his escapism attitudes result in drinking or sleeping around, but I think he would cave towards sharing his work early as another - healthier - way to tap into the old joys of creating again; to see how people reacted when reading it. (We do get hints of this in various events or routes, but this is just a headcanon to me).
This was going to roll into Isaac being grumbly over why his opinion was so important, but Arthur just wanted an excuse to spend time with someone else - while also enjoying watching someone read his work favorably. Plus, I think he'd have a fun time forcin Isaac to use his 'words'.
It ties into another scrapped piece I have about Arthur having writers block, and lamenting it Loudly to the point of other mansion residents raising complaints or trying to annoyingly help him out - before kicking him out of their rooms and leaving him for Theo to deal with.
A/N: A part that I found that didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to :/
CW: blood
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There's only a second's delay between watching the bright light of your disk activating in your hand, and registering the pain that follows soon after. You hadn't meant to engage the disk; it's resolution disrupting edge coming online with your careless handling of the thing.
In your defense, you tended to fiddle with whatever's in your hand when trying to focus on a task.
And the current task at hand? Watching Rinzler perform incredible feats of aerial acrobatics. (But really you just think he's just showing off)
The disk falls with a much too loud clatter. You would cringe at the sound if it wasn't for the pain blossoming along your hand, sharp, and already throbbing with a dull ache within the tender flesh.
You don't notice when Rinzler had made his way over to you, mind preoccupied with your stinging limb.
Rinzler's eyes fixate on your palm, vivid, as he studies the cut forming a small pool of your blood within.
"Agh! Ouch! Great, just great." You yell at no one in particular.
I have a half-written K/A oneshot based on the song Invisible String by Taylor Swift. I have Franchael oneshot that takes place in the No-Nut November universe that I can't find my footing in (trying not to give up hope, though). I deleted my GBBO fic because I couldn't keep up with the lame update schedule I set for myself (though I'm writing it still and might throw it back at some point. Idk!). I have a half-written oneshot of Anthony just titled head vs heart and it's all the times he chooses something with his head as opposed to his heart and how he grows to use his heart as he finds love blah blah. There's a tennis oneshot where Kate's a returning pro and Anthony's her coach and (duh) they end up falling for each other that I'm hoping to work on and get up in time for grand slam season next year. A lot of stuff I started writing around the time the show came out ended up getting scrapped, just due to my own feelings about the show, trying to figure out which canon to follow, and I was also dealing with burnout at that point because irl got insane.
