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char-writes · 5 months
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3AM writing brain: We came up with so many ideas today!
Daytime writing brain: You put twelve unconnected words into a note app and there is not a single complete sentence to be found
3AM writing brain:
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huginsmemory · 4 months
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I'm dying over here FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK
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skriveting · 2 years
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solarmorrigan · 3 months
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Mom says it's my turn to write about Eddie finding out about the fight between Billy and Steve post-S2 and I can’t wait to see it
Hello! This one was something just... very self-indulgent that I started writing when I was trying to get the wheels turning again. I love post-S2 AU's where Steve gets adopted by Eddie/Hellfire generally, and my favorite part is always the reveal of everything that went down between Steve and Billy
The whole fic is actually done, I just never posted it because I wasn't sure how much interest there would be, since it's mostly Steve and Eddie talking that night out (and flirting awkwardly). But here's a snippet! (Also, in case context doesn't make it clear, the fic as a whole is not Hargrove-friendly; just as a heads up!)
Steve makes it to the bathroom down the hall from the shop classroom—the one that’s far from the cafeteria and always empty during lunch, where people really only come to smoke, anyway—before he completely loses his shit. “Son of a bitch!” He’s almost screaming as he hauls off and punches the wall of one of the bathroom stalls, putting every ounce of anger and frustration and humiliation into it, hitting it so hard that the whole construction rattles. “Motherfucker,” he hisses, shaking his hand out, because it had hurt, and then he winds up to do it again, to make it hurt more, because at least he’s in control of that much, at least it’s anything but what he’s feeling right now. “That’s a good way to break your hand, y’know,” a voice comes from the doorway, startling Steve into pivoting and aiming his fist at whoever is coming after him now. He stops short when he sees nobody but Eddie goddamn Munson standing there, cringing into a startled flinch to protect his head as Steve nearly swings at him. “Jesus shit,” Steve barks, dropping his fist and stepping back, shaky with adrenaline. “You walk like a fucking ghost, Munson.” Munson peeks out of his defensive crouch before straightening up and sending a meaningful glance at the stall wall. “Somehow, I don’t think you would’ve heard me even if I was making all the noise in the world.”
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kraehenkunst · 1 year
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Wynafryd and Wylla Manderly
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dsudis · 17 days
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Last line tag game
Thanks to @teejaystumbles for tagging me just when I've actually written something for the first time in ages!
As he sat down, Finn was drinking from his cup, still watching Hob intently from over the rim. Hob smiled at him as reassuringly as he could, and said, "That's good, sweetheart. That's perfect. Dream, would you like... coffee, or tea or anything?"  Dream's lips parted--Hob could see the polite but inevitable no, thank you, I do not need such things forming on his lips--and then he glanced down toward Finn.  Finn was no longer drinking from his cup, but was still holding it near his mouth, and was watching Dream intently.  "Thank you," Dream said. "I would like a cup of milk, please, and perhaps some bread?"  "Yes, of course," Hob said immediately, catching the notion that Dream wanted to model proper accepting-offered-food behavior for Finn, and sternly shushing the part of him that was all but dancing a jig at finally getting Dream to accept anything from him. 
Now that I'm all done with smol!Dream, time to radically change gears and work on the fic where... Hob and Dream are parenting Finn! Look, you can tell this one is different because there is no cheese on toast!
So far!
Ahem. Tagging (with no pressure, of course, only if you both want to play and remember to do so!) @that-banhus, @softest-punk, @pellaaearien, @marvagon, @missingrache, @moorishflower, and @the-apocrypha!
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thetimemoves · 2 months
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Badly Summarized WIP Game
How fun! Thanks for tagging me, @discordantwords!
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they’d be most likely to read.
And yes, these are all BBC Sherlock-related.
Tagging @educatedinyellow @raina-at @notagarroter @the-sign-of-tea @arwamachine @kettykika78 @shiplocks-of-love
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The urges to temporarily pause my current project or focus on two(three) things at once is real
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elwenyere · 10 days
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In an undoubtedly shocking turn of events, I would be thrilled to ask you about the Pirate AU ;) (No pressure though!!!)
Thank you so much for the ask, my friend!!! Titles are from this WIP game.
First of all, a huge, huge thank you for continuing to cheer for the Codywan Pirate AU, featuring Pirate Obi-Wan and Naval Captain Cody. I started this story so long ago, and my ability to make progress on multi-chapter fics has taken an incredible hit in the past year, but every message truly means so much to me and helps me keep going. And progress is slowly but surely happening!!! Here's the current state of the outline ("Ds" mark chapters that I think are largely finished, pending some inevitable fussing with the prose and possible edits for continuity):
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The bits that I've been working on lately in chapter four are preeeeetty spoilery, but here's a small snip I hope will be enticing without giving too much away:
Cody flushed at his own words, a swell of fear cresting quickly into adrenaline as he watched the surprise fade from Obi-Wan’s face. Something new settled in its place: still and hungry, like the surface of a rip current.  “The information I’ve just shared is upsetting.” Obi-Wan’s tone was trim - too calm for his eyes. “For someone so closely touched and with so much at stake it could be shocking. Disorienting.” “Are you refusing my request?” Cody asked. “Or disqualifying my judgment?” “Neither.” Obi-Wan’s exhalation was slow enough that Cody could see his shoulders move with it. “It’s not you I distrust.”
Thank you again for the ask, friend!!! <3<3<3 I'm very grateful for the boosts of inspiration.
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glorious-spoon · 1 month
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@fraddit, @bucksbignaturals, and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove tagged me in WIP memes today! this is from the amateur porn fic, in which eddie is a wet cat with no dignity whatsoever
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"No, no, you don't have to be—so can I get a review? Which one did you watch?"
"I'm not telling you that." It's better than admitting that the answer is both of them. Or admitting that he got so worked up that he didn't even make it all the way through the second one.
"She was hot, right? Lissa? Can't blame you for being inspired."
"That's not—" He snaps his mouth shut before he can blurt out the whole humiliating truth. Buck, at least, is laughing so hard he doesn't seem to notice.
"I feel like I should put this on my resume or something, I seriously didn't think anybody would ever see those!"
"They had more than two thousand hits," Eddie mutters, as if that's a mitigating factor.
"Holy shit," Buck says appreciatively. "I wonder if she knows. I should call her. I probably still have her number." He grins at Eddie. "She lives in Oregon, otherwise I'd introduce you."
"Yeah, no thanks," Eddie manages.
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no-pressure tagging @daffi-990, @mellaithwen, @phdmama, @wildlife4life, and anyone else who wants to play!
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missmungoe · 5 months
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(pls i am in desperate desperate need. just a crumb. or maybe an excerpt)
From Salt Vows (or, the fic where Makino gets arrested):
She peered past the bounty hunters blocking her. And she’d heard Shanks describe him, and had seen his picture on Cross Guild’s official poster, and yet seeing him in the flesh, Makino wasn’t sure what she’d expected.
She saw his gaze shifting from Smoker to where she was standing behind the bounty hunters, but before he could catch sight of her, someone came running into the tent, screaming, “CHAIRMAN BUGGY!!”
“Chairman?” Crocodile asked, with a pitch that made Buggy flinch. Mihawk's look seemed in agreement.
Bypassing their unamused stares, Buggy cleared his throat, and straightening a bit, “What is it?” he asked the messenger. He was flanked by a group, all of them wearing the same expressions of disbelief, and Makino was about to wonder what had happened when he thrust a newspaper at Buggy.
“Red-Hair launched an assault on the navy’s headquarters!”
Dead silence filled the tent, as every pair of eyes within zeroed in on the newspaper in Buggy's hands, although it took a second for the words to hit her, and then another for Makino to understand what the messenger was actually saying.
Looking up at Smoker saw that even he hadn't seen that coming, before Buggy blurted, “He what?!”
“They said he walked right up to the gates!”
"His haki took out the whole garrison!"
"Even the former Fleet Admiral couldn't stop him!"
“What was that about being on equal footing with Red-Hair?” Crocodile asked Buggy, who looked like he’d ceased functioning, his eyes glued to the newspaper in his hands, but Makino couldn't see the front page from where she was standing.
“Speaking of Red-Hair,” the leader of the bounty hunters said, with a glance in her direction, as the ones blocking her stepped out of the way, drawing every pair of eyes in the tent towards her. “We brought something we thought might be of interest to you.”
She saw Mihawk and Crocodile look up, and then Buggy, who still looked distracted by the newspaper, a fleeting glance noting the navy uniform she was wearing, before pausing on her face.
There was a full beat where they all stared at her.
Then Buggy lifted a finger to point at her, his voice ringing out shrilly through the tent,
“YOU!”
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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months
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Badly summarized WIP poll
Thanks @hippiewrites for the open tag I want to do this and @blind-the-winds for creating this game!
Now I have two main WIPs but I have many I haven't touched in years. Or are nothing more than a basic concept with no substance. I'm including them anyway for more options.
I have more than this but I couldn't think of a fun way to describe them.
Alright so @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @finxi-writes @ohnomybreadsticks @isabellebissonrouthier @thepeculiarbird @queerfox-tales @chauceryfairytales @emberlyric @emabatis y'all can do stuff unless you've already done this it's hard to keep track
Or if you haven't done this yet you can do that too and tag me for an open tag
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hoodie-buck · 2 years
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when someone asks how my wips are going
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solarmorrigan · 3 months
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Siren!Steve please!
Hullo! I posted a little bit about this one the other day, but here's another snippet!
Warning for a little bit of blood here, just in case
“Oh, shit!” Eddie exclaims, jumping back with enough force that the merman’s grip is broken. “You’re alive!” The merman seems similarly surprised, staring up at Eddie with fright and confusion in his hazel eyes, before he’s trying to scramble back across the rocky ground. He makes it a few feet pulling himself with his arms, but when he tries to go further with a powerful twist of his core, he lets out a pained gasp and stops, pressing his hands to the bloody bite marks on his sides. He’s breathing heavily, looking down at his wounded torso with something nearly like incomprehension, pulling his fingers away to see the blood smeared there, and Eddie takes an almost reflexive step forward. “Hey–” The merman jerks back, literally hissing at Eddie through a set of sharp teeth, and Eddie freezes. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” Eddie promises, hands raised in front of him in a way he really hopes conveys innocence. “I swear, I mean you no harm, I – shit, do you speak English? Do you even understand me? Shit, what if you only speak, like, fish? Is that a thing? Fish language?” Eddie is fully aware that he’s rambling, but somewhere beyond the skipping track that is his brain right now, he sees the merman look him up and down consideringly and then nod slowly. “Oh shit, fish language is a thing?” Eddie asks. “Wait, no.” The merman raises his eyebrows at Eddie and, in spite of everything, he looks almost amused. “Alright, Aquaman, don’t laugh at me, I’m a little stressed. I’ve never met a mer… person, before,” Eddie says, and the merman continues to look amused, if a little puzzled.
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kraehenkunst · 1 year
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This isn't even a WIP. This is finished and i just never posted it 🙃
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