#stray wip

[straycatfish]

wip wednesday rides again

trying to re-stoke the writing energy so here's some girlies >:)

They hunt youth tonight, find it in a pair of teenage runaways, lovers radiating fear and adventure. They are alike, perhaps; hope that the world will hold them, see them through. Claudia feels a rare pity, oh, love makes you stupid! But it’s beautiful to watch, Madeleine glutting herself on their hot juices. Their hearts pump with desperate life until it there’s nothing left in them, but the young rush of it remains, sustaining their hunters now. Sentimental, maybe, to bury them entwined. But they look sweet together, tucked away from the world. They keep the little money the two had on them, leave them their bread and dried berries.

[strgaykids]

someone help

[straycatfish]

boo! it's wip wsaturday

new wip for spooky month and i'm exciteddddd about this one

‘I was like you, some while back. Living. They got me – love a hunt, now I love it too. I’m them. Don’t make any apology for it. Just didn’t think – I’ll never be right, in their eyes. Never perfect enough, always the plaything. Never worthy. Now I’ve proved it, going after you without their say.’ ‘So what?’ ‘So, tomorrow's All Souls’ Night, when they pay their dues to Hell. I broke their rules, and I’m a pretty toy to them. It’s me they’ll give, I know it is.’ Madeleine doesn’t know how to react. That Claudia would pursue her, knowing what the price might be. ‘Go back to them, then. You have no need of me, if you have all that they give you.’ ‘I do,’ she says. ‘I do have need.’ ‘Then how do you get out? I know my fairy tales. There’s some way out, no?’ ‘I was caught. You’ve gotta catch me back.’ ‘How?’ ‘Won’t be pretty.’

[straycatfish]

mama it's wip wednesday

haven't done this in a while but. hehe. i'm cooking something new >:)

Madeleine picks up the brush from where Claudia had set it, hands it to her. Shards of firelight caught in its cut crystal handle; a magic rod. ‘Sit yourself down there now, between my knees.’ She keeps the fingers of one hand on her girl’s neck as she turns. Light, possessive. ‘That's right, let mama take care of you.’ She pulls the brush through Madeleine’s blooming mane, tearing rather than working the tangles, taking her pleasure in being as forceful as she feels; she can never deplete this fountain, could uproot it by the handful and it would return to its full abundance while they slept. The only possible harm is the pain of it, and she knows the pain of it is welcome.

[straycatfish]

10 First Lines

YAY thank you for the tag @armandlovesgirlcock

Rules: First lines of your 10 most recent fics.

i have published a total of 7 fics so you're getting those + 3 wips

‘It’s so tacky.’

2. Fingers make fine page-holders for her diary; eyeballs glinting among the crystals on a lamp make her snicker.

3. A tale of two pandemics - how we confront and document disruptive disease.

4. ‘Are you absolutely certain you wish to pursue this reckless –’

5. ‘Yeah. Uh, yeah, danke schön.’ He hangs the phone up and turns to Alice. ‘It’s cool, they said they’ll wait to hear from us when we can get on the move again.’

6. The autumn evening, when Claudia crosses its threshold with Madeleine close and keen behind her, is misty and moonless, and quieter than they’ve become accustomed to.

7. Dear all: I have come into possession of a set of tapes that will be of interest to the folks on this group.

And the wips:

8. Hard red letters, on a board framed with buzzy electric lights above the theatre entrance, announce MIDNIGHT SHOW - THE TITHE.

9. Daniel is carefully positioning the dead thing on a large foam board.

10. The old house has a cellar, small and black and perfect for passing the daylight hours; they lug the mattress and linens from one of the bedrooms down, secure the door and swaddle themselves in the steady stony dark, sleep in a satisfied tangle.

♥ ♥ ♥

tagging anyone who would like tagged and hasn't yet been!!!! (i am inexplicably anxious about tagging people and need to not be uhh let's work on that one)

[straycatfish]

what a week captain, pass the wip wednesday

pov you're having dinner with your ex-wife and your maker and everyone's fine everything's fine

‘Daniel’s sworn blind it isn’t the case, but he’s been acting like a sick dog where you’re concerned. Again.’ ‘You’d know, huh?’ says Alice. ‘Stalked us from day zero, made sure you were the only one with the full story.’ Her eyes are hard. She hasn’t withdrawn her hand. ‘I’ve begun to make amends to Daniel for that. I know I might not ever fully atone–’ ‘Don’t start with that,’ Daniel says. Armand’s jaw twitches, the familiar aborted hiss. ‘All right. But I am sorry.’ He says it to Alice with a downward turn of his head. ‘For my past indiscretions, and for the redactions. There were–’ ‘I was jealous of you without even knowing you existed, did you know that?’ She laughs. ‘Of course you did.’

[straycatfish]

🌤️

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

yaay. dialogue is kinda inching along in this claudeleine wip because they both have such distinctive voices and i'm finding it a (fun) challenge, but i like this bit and i think u might too >:3

‘Stop that,’ Claudia says, harsher than she expected to sound. ‘Getting blood all over the stones right where we’re gonna be sleeping? You want to wake up to the flames?’ ‘Désolé, maman.’ Madeleine looks up, a glint and a grin. Oh, disrespectful. ‘Okay,’ she says. ‘We’re gonna clean up. You start with that mess.’ A half hiss, half huff, mouth warmed enough with blood to mist the dark air. ‘Shall I fetch a rag and bucket, then?’ ‘You got a tongue.’

[straycatfish]

i'm gonna do it lads. i'm gonna start writing the next full length daliceverse entry. alice is going to fuck those old men