Summarize 5 wips badly!
I was tagged by @elismor! I'm going to do six, because I have been VAGUELY noodling with an old WIP that I'm projecting to finish in approximately 2047, but. Still. Noodling. Anyway, these are in order of when I'm hoping to get to them...
Short disabled guy does math to find a feral torture victim.
History's deadliest child assassin and daughter of Manhattan's worst Karen see the world's largest ball of twine.
Local witch deals with trauma by fucking superheroes. It's healthy for everyone.
Remember your favorite secondary characters from that movie where rich people's hubris is defeated by an ice cube?
Four insanely geriatric queers and a Millennial finally die. Ted Danson is there.
Energy that permeates the Galaxy won't fucking leave grieving, widowed flyboy alone.
This was super fun! I'm going to tag @fille-lioncelle, @zenaidamacrouras1, @hollie47, @puzzlebean, and @skylarkblue!
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For the WIP meme. You knew I would zero in on this one...
Star Wars - Damerey.docx (This is In Screaming Color)
Of course! :P
First off, if you haven't read what's been posted yet -- it's here on AO3.
I'm not going to lie, the main reason that I stopped working on it, and stepped away from SW/Damerey as a whole, is because the Damerey fandom became an especially toxic mudhole in a particularly toxic fandom. I still love this story, and I have a lot more written than is posted, but
a) I don't write longfic in chronological order, so I can't post what I have without writing the in-between bits that aren't as interesting to me, and
b) I stopped particularly wanting to give Damerey fandom nice things because it stopped being a place of people who deserved nice things.
The mass bullying of my bb @dracosollicitus in particular, who BUILT that ship on her BACK p much, was my kind of last straw, and at the same time, TLJ/ROS didn't follow through on the goodness of TFA, and also WandaVision came out, so my brain was just like, "I GUESS WE'RE A MARVEL NOW INSTEAD."
But, like I said, I DO still love this story and man, I have a lot of it already written and it doesn't totally suck, so I do intend to SOMEDAY finish it. But I literally mean "someday." Like, it may well be for The Force Awakens' 30th Anniversary Rerelease With The Poe/Rey Hug Scene, or something. It definitely isn't on my immediate TBW pile. But it IS still in the WIP folder and not the WIP Amnesty pile.
Here's a clip of the unposted-yet stuff:
“You,” Poe says, setting his tray down beside Rey’s, “Need to have a talk with your droid.”
Rey looks up from her bowl of porridge. She’s covered it with so much sugar that it looks like Hoth in a bowl. “I don’t have a droid, Poe.”
“Artoo,” Poe says. He takes the sugar shaker from her scavenger cache and tips some into his caf. “It’s corrupting Beebee-Ate!”
Rey actually stops chewing at that, and she wipes her mouth first on the back of her wrist, and belatedly, a napkin. She’s learning. “Is Beebee-Ate alright? I didn’t even think about bugs when Artoo came back online, but do you know, I don’t think it’s been defragged since before the Clone Wars. I’ll take a look through its databank and give it a good wipe as soon as I’ve finished eating. Beebee, too, if you like?”
“No, not—really, the Clone Wars?” Poe shakes his head. “Not corrupt like programming. Corrupt like—like—” Poe leans down towards his tray and starts to maim his toast with butter. “It is exposing Beebee-Ate to concepts that Beebee is too young for.”
“Beebee-Ate’s much newer than Artoo.” Rey still sounds baffled. “If anything, wouldn’t Beebee-Ate expose Artoo to new material and concepts? Especially after so long in hibernation?”
Poe stabs the joganfruit jam. It oozes satisfyingly. “I mean that Beebee-Ate is a child and Artoo is being inappropriate with it.”
Rey makes a very strange sound. When Poe looks over, she is very kindly hiding her laughter in her knuckles, but her eyes are bright. “Poe… I don’t think droids work that way. Beebee-Ate’s got a cute little personality, but it’s not actually—”
“I don’t want Beebee-Ate to swear and know about—merging programming,” Poe huffs. Of course Rey doesn’t understand this; she’s couldn’t possibly feel the same kind of compunction to protect vulnerable little star-bright things from the shameful, dirty realities of being an old, battered veteran. Like R2D2. (The kriffing Clone Wars, and it’s never been defragged? No wonder it went offline so long.)
“Oh,” says Rey, sitting back in her hard plastic chair. “So that explains why Beebee-Ate rolled straight for Threepio this morning.”
“What?” Poe half-stands to crane his neck and look around the mess. “I thought Beebee was in the hangar!”
“No, they’re right over there.” Rey points to the far corner of the mess.
Poe can just barely hear the words “parts assembly” and “motherboard,” and then BB-8 gives a surprised [beep!] and rolls back a half-measure. Its dome swivels in a circle that looks embarrassed, or maybe like the droid’s concept of ‘self’ has changed, which is entirely likely. Poe raises his eyebrows at it when Beebee’s optical finds him.
He mouths, “You’re in trouble, buddy.”
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