for the fanfic work-in-progress guessing game, how about look? or walk?
how (not?) to raise an egg - look (technically looking)
"I'm a father now," Chet said in a weak and harrowed voice, looking off to the side with a vacant gaze. Jacob wasn't sure if he was acting or not.
garages high school au/prequel - walk
For the past few days, Mike would buy a small snack, chat with Tot for a little bit, and walk home taking a shortcut through Railyard Park.
note: garages prequel takes place in a made up town because i was so scared to try and write anything about seattle. i've never been there. what are cities even like. but i think i'll change the setting to seattle because it makes more sense.
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What is... WIP?
WIP stands for work in progress. This usually refers to the most recent work of an author that they are currently working on. But it's also possible (and very likely) to have more than one work in progress at the same time.
WIPs are still works in progress even if no progress has been made on them for a while. They can only lose this status in two ways: the author intentionally abandons them for good or by finally completing them.
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Essek sat on the floor in the center of the Nein-Sided Tower laboratory. Papers crammed with arcane equations were spread about him in a semicircle, and the slate wall before him contained diagrams and notes copied from the fragile pages of a mostly-destroyed Aeorian spellbook.
"Oh, boy." Caleb had appeared in the doorway, returned from his quest of retrieving possible spell components from his bedroom. He was grinning with the sort of delight most typically seen on the faces of children who'd just received a gift. "Are we shifting into floor mode?"
"It seemed appropriate." Essek grinned back at him as he set the satchel of components down on a nearby table and waved his hands back and forth through the air excitedly. It was a habit Essek found endearing in the extreme. His enjoyment in puzzling over Caleb's subtler body language not-withstanding, his hand-waving was like a brightly-painted sign that said HAPPY and EXCITED.
He turned his focus back to the challenge in front of him as Caleb began carefully tip-toeing his way around the papers. The spell in question sent its target into a maze in a demiplane. Essek supposed it could have practical uses under the correct circumstances, but really it excited them simply because it was, well, fun. The demiplane foundations had been a wonderfully engaging brain teaser to solve, but the randomization of the maze was proving to be a much more complex bit of arcana. And complex arcana simply made more sense on the floor.
He was certain the fragment on the upper right corner of page twelve of the spellbook held the key to the puzzle. He copied it neatly onto a fresh piece of paper and considered it. It took some time before he noticed Caleb was watching him in his periphery rather than examining the equations on the ground, a soft smile on his face.
"What?"
"This thing you do when you're thinking hard," Caleb replied after a moment, tapping his fingers on his chin in demonstration. Essek's own fingers stuttered to a halt. He had long ago trained his hands to find other, less-obtrusive outlets for their energy when not in the comfort of his own home, but this time he had not caught himself. Before he could apologize, however, Caleb continued. "It … It's cute." There was a hint of bashfulness to the way he turned his head back towards the papers on the ground that, combined with the lingering boyish excitement, made him look as young as he was.
"Cute?" Asked Essek, once his senses returned to him. "I do not think I have been called cute in a hundred years, if that."
"I find that hard to believe. We were calling you 'hot boi' within an hour of meeting you."
"Well, 'hot,' certainly. Handsome. Sexy, perhaps." This earned him a grin from Caleb, and he tapped his fingers against his chin as he thought it over. "Hmm, not cute, though, no. At least, not to my face."
"I will have to add being the first to do so to my list of accomplishments."
Both grinning, they turned their focus back to the puzzle at hand. They settled into a comfortable silence broken only by the tapping of fingers and the scratching of quill against paper, until a solution struck Essek like a lightning bolt.
"We need to apply Petjyre's Possibility Theorem!"
Caleb was already in motion reaching for the nearest piece of chalk. "Ja, ja, and we can apply Wysaric's rune to stabilize the containment field."
And off they went.
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📖📖📖
three short bits :3
parker meets tiara
The minute he entered the room, a kid squealed and ran up to him. TJ – Parker didn't know what the initials stood for – came to the library with his mom almost every day, since he wasn't in preschool and there were free things to do. Parker bent down and ruffled TJ's hair as he latched himself to Parker's legs.
"Hey, kiddo, how's it going?" Parker asked.
"Good," TJ looked up at Parker. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"Momma ran a red light today."
"...Okay."
reese visits home
They still remembered the directions to the records room like the back of their hand. Right, walk to the end of the hall, left, left again, go to the second-to-last door in that hallway, press one of the stones in the wall, go down the flight of stairs, turn right, and to the next keypad…
"Oh, what the hell?" Reese said upon discovering the second charred hole in the wall where a keypad had once been.
and a longer section of the garages prequel/high school au :3
"Alright, Mike, we'll make you a batter," Teddy said. "Jaylen and Derrick are always our pitchers. They're the best at it, anyway. You'll be on my team, so I can show you the ropes. Allison and Malik can be on Derrick's team, and we can be on Jaylen's–"
"Hey, you're obviously just giving yourself the better pitcher!" Allison retorted.
"Derrick's just fine. We're pretty much on equal stranding," Jaylen said.
"That is not even remotely true," Derrick said.
"Alright, fine, you guys can be on Jaylen's and we'll be on Derrick's. Doesn't matter either way."
"Mike's gotta learn to bat before we start. Doesn't seem fair to try to teach that mid-game," Derrick pointed out.
"Yeah, you make a good point. You go stand on the mound," Teddy pointed to the orange cone in the center of the diamond they had made with various objects, "and I can teach Mike. Or, I guess, anyone can, I just don't think Allison or Malik would jump at the opportunity."
"You guessed correctly," Allison said. She and Malik were already huddled together, leaning on a pile of backpacks. Allison was playing something on a pink DS and Malik was watching intently, his ears forward.
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oh my god. it's actually WIP Wednesday. I MADE IT!!! AHAHAHA!!!!
I have concocted this picture of Sun and Moon in my mind that I simply can't shake. Considering Ruin, the worst case scenario is reality, that Sun loses "Moon" forever, and is at war with him until the very end, where Moon can never hurt anyone again.
But when I'm feeling sentimental, I like to think that the best case scenario is that they're transferred into new, separate bodies, and see each other for the first time. From then on, they're completely inseparable, and never lonely again
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Workshop Wednesday. :)
A little peek at a few things in the shop today.
Just a quick reminder that you have until midnight tonight (PT) to get 20% off all mushroom themed items in the shop. :) 🍄
https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArcherInventive
Best!
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