#wipw

[ajosm86]

Kick Burnout In The Ass Edition

Send ask with up to 3 emoji. I will write 500 words + give you short preview of this WIP.

📙 Young Nicky Angst - Conversion Therapy, Flashbacks, Trauma, Religious Trauma, Homophobia

♀️ Kandreil Lesbians [Freaky] - transmasc Kev, he/him butch Andrew, NB Neil

💘 Gift for Nicky - Andreil, cutesy, half smut half plot

🐺 Wynicky Omegaverse - age gap, omega Nicky, alpha Wymack, caring for loner alpha Wymack

😫 Andrew - spanking trauma, flashbacks, failed sex [suggest ship if you like!]

🍽 T4T KevAllison - trans masc Kev, trans fem Allison, oral sex

🔥 Kevriko - Pre-series, back ground KevJean, transfem Kev [supportive but mean Riko]

💔 Andreil - cheating scare, Neil tries surprise Andrew

😎 Andreil - he/him lesbian Andrew × trans masc Neil, bottom growth frotting

🏨 Andrew - post-crash, continuation of this fic

💉 Omegaverse AU - serum to force present alpha that can backfire

In addition, send 💀 force me to write 500-1k words of big bang fic I still work to finish.

[aran-morinorea]

WIP WEDNESDAY WEDNESDAY

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from kedreeva (and directly taken from suzukiblu)

I've got a brain full of bees and it's Wednesday, why not?

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple (separate) asks are fine ^-^

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

With Tar-Telepta, Aran Morinórea (coruling Mordor for fun and aesthetics; silvergifting; on ao3 here):

Annatar’s Shit Paradigms (catastrophic consent-related miscommunication)

The Worst Road Trip (my love language is kidnapping your uncle)

Without Tar-Telepta:

Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth (Maeglin mind controlling Glorfindel for fun and aesthetics; part 2, First Meetings; the boys get to Gondolin)

The Worst Finrod (Finrod lives but thats worse; finrod/curufin + finrod/celegorm bad style)

Drakemother (getting maedhros eggnant. he's glaurung's mom now. maedhros/oc dragon, russingon later, maedhros/glaurung even later. content warning: yes. (i will get around to a detailed list eventuallyTM))

snippet from The Worst Finrod:

not permitted to pass the gates or to speak with any...

"What do you mean 'confined to quarters?' On whose order?" Celegorm demanded, too baffled to be properly threatening about it.

The beady-eyed guard blocking his door gave him that look, the one that said she'd decided to blame Celegorm for everything she had done recently, and was never going to listen to a word he said again. "That of the king, sir. He's well enough to give them. Barely."

Celegorm stared at her. He had-- they had been going to leave. They had decided not to wait to get thrown out, he was done packing, they were going to leave for Himring that very morning, but now there was a pair of armed guards at his door, and probably Curvo's too--

"I think your breakfast is coming with the shift change, in about an hour, if that's what you wanted," the other one said, with that same blame, that disgust, in her eyes.

Celegorm shut the door to think.

[customkitchendelivery]

Wip Wednesday

Theres been workers at my house all week and the drills are not easy to work through but heres a small snippet from chapter 3 of Sun In the Afternoon

His body had drifted along side his thoughts and Jean turned to see he was almost all the way into Jeremy's cove. Shit, he turned as tightly as his body would allow and ducked his head as he left. Jean froze. The edge of a dark orange tail was waiting to greet him at the threshold. Shit.

Jeremy was propped against the rocky side of the corridor, grinning from ear to ear. His hands were tucked behind his back, but his pectoral fins were were twitching.

“Lost?” He quirked his head to the side, eyes tracking Jean as he slowly positioned himself away from Jeremy in the tight space.

Chapter 2 will be up somethime next week!

[thisuserdead]

Here's a scrap for wipw, I wonder if you can guess what this is a crossover with

[fatfaefemme]

wip wednesday: bg3

no tags just trying to refocus on playing with my tuoys!!

i'm working on a 5&1 thing where astarion bullies gale into making a move on my tav, aedriaura, based on the "how's your pining going, wizard" banter. while i believe aura would be annoyed with his apathy, i accidentally reworked her backstory in a way that i think she would relate to astarion and want to feed/help him. in turn, i could see astarion having some weird fascination for her. under the cut is a smol snippet.

also still working on the shadowheart gifset inspired by sun bleached flies by ethel cain. i'm not super happy with the coloring & text yet but i'm getting closer!!!!

as astarion begins following her instructions, tracing up her spine to the base of her skull, light warms his palms and spreads over her bare shoulder. a rippling glimmer flows beneath her camp clothes, washing over more than just the two gouges he’d left in her throat last night. he watches with his own eyes as the marks close and heal over, almost mesmerized by the speed and accuracy to which his actions are so easily covered up, nearly erased. there are scars, of course, something he couldn’t prevent even if he wanted to. and he didn’t really want to, truth be told. while her virtue and altruism annoyed him to no end, he couldn’t deny she was eye catching. and whipsmart, able to talk her way out of most situations — when she wasn’t being an obnoxious goody two shoes and offering free help.

of course, that’s when it happens. right as he’s dipping his toe into the disgusting notion that he may actually find someone as soft-hearted and kind as aedriaura spellsong mildly attractive, he just so happens to glance up and across the camp to the one person who has been stewing in his attraction towards the drow for weeks. gale dekarios stands near his tent, not even pretending to stare down at the tome held in his hands, his knuckles pale in comparison to the red tinting his cheeks. he’s staring daggers at astarion, as if he might conjure them from the weave at any moment.

how interesting, astarion notes before pressing his fingertips more firmly into aedriaura’s lavender skin. some of the warmth from his magic reflects back into his palms as they come to rest on her shoulders, squeezing lightly for good measure. the effect is immediate: gale’s eyes bulging as he slams his book closed in response. even from a distance, astarion can tell he wants to turn tail and run off, but something — be it pride or sickening chivalry — makes him stay to watch something he can’t bare.

[author-a-holmes]

Work In Progress Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @inks-books <3

Tagging forward with no pressure; @dyrewrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @bookishdiplodocus, @ashen-crest, and anyone else who wants to play, consider this an open tag ^_^

It feels like forever since I've had something to share, but I've been working on the 3rd draft of Darkling this last week so I have a Darkling Snippet to share!

Booker is being, hmmm, a bit of an arse during the first 3rd of Darkling, and unfortunately for everyone, Lizzy's never had an abundance of patience!

It makes for some explosive arguements...

Darkling Excerpt/Spoilers beneath the cut!

One last slow exhale, and Lizzy forced herself to turn away from the room, just in case Booker was feeling brave enough to try coming after her, but she only managed one step down the hall before she stumbled to a stop. Andric was leaning against the wall by his room, head turned to face her, and his storm-grey eyes scanning, watching, observing. The rest of his features were free of emotion; A carefully constructed mask. Lizzy knew it was, because she could see his hands clenched into fists, trapped between the wall and the small of his back. For just a moment, with her mind a mess of emotions from her argument, Lizzy didn't know why Andric was standing there. Didn't know why he was holding himself so tightly in check, and watching her so carefully… and then she remembered how sensitive his hearing was and winched. She sighed, eyes slipping closed as her anger was slowly overridden by hurt and her shoulders slumped beneath that weight. She heard Andric shift, but when he didn't appear at her side she forced herself to look at him again, only to see he'd turned just enough to prop the door to his room open with one foot. It was a tiny tilt of his head, and an open door. A silent offer to take shelter somewhere Booker wouldn't dare look for her, once his guilt overtook him. The offer was tempting, but she hesitated.

[gregorygerwitz]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: absolutely no one because I haven't been on social media a lot lately and I haven't written a word in weeks and no one remembers that I write fic (and also I don't write 911 fic anymore so I get completely forgotten about, especially when my most written characters lately are Mouse and Noah - little guys who left the show 6 years ago and only got two episodes of screen time respectively (this is not me being passive aggressive in any way, it's just a fact that CPD is not at the same level of popularity as 911)), but it's Wednesday here still and I need to keep my mind off the fact that I can't currently afford to be alive!!!

Anyway, in case anyone wanted to be sad(der) about my November 14th headcanons, it's also Noah's birthday. To me. Because canon isn't going to tell me otherwise.

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The screen of the phone only dimmed for a second before the gentle tap lit it up again. In the quiet of the bedroom, there was no one but the dog pressed into his side to even know he was still awake. In fact, Noah had told the only other two occupants of the apartment that he was going to bed more than an hour earlier, and it hadn't been long after that when he heard the other bedroom door shut down the hall.

That was fine, as was the pitbull that let out a yawn at his side.

Having Ranger as company every night was one of his favorite things about living there with them. It meant he wasn't alone when the nightmares struck in the middle of the night. It meant he was well guarded on the rare nights when he was there alone. It also meant he had a solid presence to grin down at when the 23:59 on his screen turned to 00:00.

He knew that dogs didn't understand things like birthdays, couldn't tell one day from another, didn't even know what days were, but that was far from the point. Even the slightest bit of attention made the grey head lift to look up at him, sleepy but curious, anticipating treats based on what usually happened in the middle of the night. When there was nothing more than the mild attention after a few moments, he let out a familiar sound, half growl and half whine - pittie talking, Mouse had called it fondly the first time it had startled Noah that first weekend there.

"I know you're just complaining about being kept up past your bedtime, but I'm going to pretend you're telling me happy birthday." This time, when the screen dimmed, he didn't tap it again, instead letting it go dark and leave the room to be lit only by streetlights through the window. "I think you're the only one here who actually knows my birthday, now. Don't let that secret get out, okay? The last thing we need is someone trying to do something for me just because I made it to 20."

The whining had been a complaint, of course, but even annoyance didn't change Ranger's behaviors. With a gentle lick to the blankets approximately where he'd been using Noah's knee as a pillow, he put his head back down and let out another low, more comfortable whine.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

oh shit! i forgot what part of angel neil is coming and now i'm so hyped lmao