#is this acceptable for a WIP Wednesday?

[523rdrebel]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @dystopicjumpsuit

Not sure if the is acceptable for a WIP Wednesday, but I tend to start my scenes with the dialogue, then I go back and add the descriptions, action, etc. So, here is the dialogue for a scene from my Rex x OC WIP... Simply because I love Fives in this and I want him to be seen.

For context: OC and Fives are besties in this Fic.

[Embrey yanks Fives into a storage closet for this convo]

“Fives, you are my best friend and I love you dearly but– why in the galaxy did Rex just ask me about kissing you?” “Oooh! So he asked you about it?” “FIVES!” “EMBREY!” “Look, all I’m saying is, he has never ONCE asked me about a girl I’ve kissed and I’ve never heard him ask about anyone else either… So why would he be asking you? Hmm?” “Because, Di’kut- we’re both soldiers on the same squad! He’s probably concerned he’ll have to transfer one of us!” “Pft- or- OR he was asking you because he knows I say all kinds of things to mess with him, but wanted to make sure that I hadn’t kissed his girl!” “I’m not his girl Fives- come on it’s not like he’s interested-” “He is.” “-in me like that. We’re just friends, okay?” “Right.” “But if he was interested, you would also be interested. Right?” “I’m not doing this right now, Fives!” “Nu-uh! We’re doing this! I know you, Ems!” “Don’t call me that. You can’t call me that when I’m angry with you.” “You can’t stay angry at me.” “Come on, Ems! You and I both know that you’ve got a soft spot for him.” “Just let me help you. I can be your Wingman!” “I CAN’T Fives- He’s my CO!” “You’re a soldier. He’s a Soldier. Our lives are short enough as it is without ignoring any small chances of happiness that come our way.” “Look, Ems. I just- I think you could make him really happy.”

#is this acceptable for a WIP Wednesday? #Fanfic WIP #Rex x OC #Fives plays Wingman #It's chaotic #But also adorable #Lets hope my inspiration sticks around #Because I love them and I want to keep writing them #wip wednesday

[renecdote]

@nymika-arts said that Buck probably didn't even know he had lichtenberg figures because he was in a coma for days and then she chose violence by also saying 'eddie tracing patterns in his skin where the figures once were and buck never knowing that that's why' so then I had a heap of feelings and wrote this about it

It’s not the first time Buck has woken up like this: Eddie’s body a warm weight against his side, the room dim in a way his apartment never quite gets, Eddie’s fingers tracing idle patterns on his shoulder and down his chest, lines branching out over his heart.

“Morning,” Buck mumbles before he gets his eyes open, blinking away sleep so that his boyfriend (his best friend, his everything) comes into focus.

Eddie’s hand skims down over his stomach, then disappears. He’s smiling when he answers, “Good morning.”

Buck smiles back. “You okay?”

There’s a tiredness in Eddie’s face that wasn’t there when they went to sleep last night, a heaviness dragging down his shoulders, but even as Buck watches, something lighter creeps in to chase it away.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am.”

“Oh yeah?”

Buck tugs him in by the shirt and Eddie comes easily, his arm bracing on the pillow as they kiss. The first time they did this, Buck tried to turn away—wait, I’ve got morning breath—but Eddie just rolled his eyes and said, I’ve waited five years to kiss you, do you really think I care about morning breath? It might have been the most romantic thing Eddie has ever said to him. Or perhaps just the most memorable for the way they both laughed through the first attempt at a kiss and ended up getting up to brush their teeth anyway.

“Mmhm,” Eddie hums against his lips. “Because you’re going to make me breakfast.”

Amusement bubbles with the happiness coursing through Buck’s veins. “That’s why you’re lucky?“

“Well,” pretending to think about it, “I got to wake up with you too, so.”

There’s a soft, gooey spot in Buck’s chest just for Eddie. It nudges right up against the spot for Christopher and the one for the little family the three of them make, all overlapping his heart.

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “I’m pretty lucky too.”

When he holds Eddie close to kiss him again, his hand finds the spot where a bullet almost took his partner away and he swears, for a moment, that he can still taste the blood. Then Eddie’s hand slips under his shirt to touch warm skin and it’s just them, the early morning, and the life stretching out in front of them. Suddenly, it doesn’t really feel like luck at all.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic #wasn't going to post this but I'm in a soft buddie mood #so now everyone else can be in a soft buddie mood too <3 #also shoutout to the poeple who tagged me in wip wednesday #pls accept this offering instead

[britcision]

Happy WIP Wednesday friends! Not a huge deal for you today, but I figured I’d drop the Flashback and give you the last piece in the “Bruce Puts His Head In His Butt” for the night!

(Bruce is tranq’ed by Alfred minutes after the call ends and is put to bed. In my heart. He might actually walk himself up but we all know it’s Alfred’s glare that makes it happen)

Just a taste of chapter 14 of Dead and Loving It, you can find the fic on AO3 or from my pinned post which is the latest chapter, but links to the first and all subsequent chapters are in each post!

———————

A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence

Jason was actually on his way to bed on time for once in his life, the early end to patrol and lack of crime lord duties giving him a chance to get a full five hours sleep.

He should have known he wouldn’t get lucky two nights in a row; Constantine wasn’t around to distract Bruce anymore.

He’d contemplated not answering. Contemplated trying not to shoot Bruce in half an hour if the fucker showed up at his window.

The pit growled.

It was the worst thing he’d ever heard. The worst thing he’d ever felt. And he did feel it, vibrating in his very bones.

It sent shivers creeping up and down, muscles tensing as if to run away from something inside him.

He answered the call, hoping it wouldn’t show in his voice.

“What.” Flat, unfriendly. Not encouraging conversation.

“You didn’t come to the cave.” B’s voice was equally flat, but in his case it sounded like a condemnation. An accusation.

Jason gritted his teeth.

“I have shit to do in the morning. Make it quick,” he snapped, giving his bed a glare it definitely didn’t deserve.

His pillows had never done anything to hurt him.

There was a momentary pause before B audibly decided not to push it.

Good.

Jason was in a mood to bite.

“We have intel on the Infinite Realms. I’ve sent the report. You need to stay away from Danny Fenton, for your health,” B said, still cold, still clinical.

Like he didn’t care. Like what Jason wanted didn’t matter.

Jason’s grip tightened and the phone case cracked.

“Yeah, no. Fuck off.” He spat the words, adding “get new phone” to his list of chores for the morning.

He’d been doing so well with this one. Of course Bruce had to ruin it.

At least the old man didn’t seem surprised by his reaction.

“Jason. It… he. His abilities may affect your condition,” he said slowly, sounding tired. Old.

The pit snarled, sensing weakness, and Jason kinda wished he was still lost in its rage. Back when he was, it was easy just to hate those moments.

B showing signs of humanity fucking hurt.

“He is. He’s making it better,” he shot back, brooking no argument.

“We don’t know that, Jason. Please, just… just for a few days. Until we can talk to the League, understand what he’s doing to you.”

Was.

Was that Bruce begging?

It froze something small and soft in Jason’s chest, stuck him in place. And did nothing to stop the flood of icy rage from filling him up.

Filling his chest, crushing his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Because of course, anyone and everyone else’s judgement was worth more to the man than Jason’s.

Begging Jason to listen to him, when he would never, ever, fucking ever listen to Jason. When it didn’t fucking matter if Jason begged.

“And why the fuck would the League know better than a doctor from the Realms?” He finally snapped, ignoring the way his throat tightened.

There was a long silence.

“A doctor?” Bruce asked softly, his voice still so flat and emotionless that only his kids could have read the confusion. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Danny brought me to a doctor. I’m gonna be fine,” he ground out reluctantly, part of him resenting Bruce’s constant insistence on knowing everything.

But… well. If it got the guy off his fucking back.

There was a long silence, one that Jason was fully aware B was likely spending working this new information into his latest paranoid fantasy.

Jason seriously considered just hanging up and going to bed. He was about to do it when Bruce spoke again.

“Would this doctor be willing to speak to the League?” And there it was again, Batman voice, clinical and distant and always, always fucking suspicious.

Jason rolled his eyes harder. With emphasis. Willing to be interrogated by first the Justice League and then separately also goddamn Batman.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure B wouldn’t get anywhere with Frostbite. Frostbite took his work seriously and was, yeah, king of a full realm of yetis.

None of Bruce’s pointed silences, menacing looming, or vague growls would bug the guy who got Danny through Fucked Up Ghost Puberty.

(And would probably be helping Jason through his own Fucked Up Ghost Puberty… joy of joys.)

It might actually be fun to see him try. If just being here wouldn’t put Frostbite in danger, because hell fucking no that wasn’t happening. The guy may not be his king but Jason would still die first.

But of course, in all his paranoid bullshit about the Realms influencing Gotham, B had somehow conveniently missed what America was doing to the Realms.

Like Jason hadn’t even done the full write up.

“Not while the fucking League are required to hand him right to the US government for torture and experimentation. Which, by the way, did you read my report on the Anti Ecto Acts?” Jason asked sarcastically, doing his very worst fake concern.

And again he was met with silence. Fuck, maybe Bruce hadn’t read it. Jason had dropped it in the day before all this gala bullshit had started, and it had been a busy two days since.

Maybe B deadass hadn’t put the pieces together. Might as well hammer it home for him.

“You know, the one that says you, me, Cass, and Damian are all non-sentient because we’ve been exposed to the pits?” Jason added, eyes narrowing.

Which wasn’t technically true, since it was the resulting liminality and ability to process ectoplasm that made them count, but Bruce didn’t need to know that yet.

Finally he spoke again, voice gruff and clipped.

“I’m looking into it. But for now, Jason, please-” he said again, the cover of Batman beginning to slip.

But Jason was done. No fucking chance Bruce was giving him orders when he hadn’t even bothered asking for Jason’s opinion.

He wanted to spout off about dangers of the Infinite Realms after talking to some wet paper bag of a man who hawked his soul like it was a pokemon card. Hard pass.

And even after hearing that Jason knew what was going on a damn sight better than Bruce did, he still wanted to push him around?

Fuck that.

“Sorry B, legally non-sentient, guess I can’t be blamed for my actions,” he drawled, then turned his phone off and dropped into bed.

He had a lot of shit to do before picking Danny up in the morning.

——————-

Jason will be using “legally non-sentient” as an excuse long after the laws themselves are repealed, and just you fucking wait until Damian hears he can try it too 😏

Sorry Bruce, Damian can’t socialize today, he’s legally non-sentient and can’t be blamed if he bites someone

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#danny fenton dead and loving it #dp x dc #wip wednesday #chapter 14 for sure this time #probably #tentative title: a good excuse to be a bad influence #just a lil snack of angst from jason and bruce #the thing about requests is that sometimes the answer is ‘no’ #and you have to just accept that #bruce may have forgotten harley is still in town but I HAVE NOT 😈😈😈 #harley ain’t vlad we remember she exists

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (Huli Jing Edition)

It's Wednesday again, so here's some comfort for a change: an excerpt where Huli Jing helps ground Di Feisheng--thanks to Xiaobao). (You can find earlier excerpts here.)

Swallowing back a groan, Di Feisheng forced himself upright again and braced himself for the sound of chatter.

The dog whined by the bedside instead.

He dragged his eyes open and looked around. 

No overeager puppy in sight. Just Huli Jing. 

Huh. 

Xiaob–

–Xiangyi’s Xiaobao was actually giving him space. Peace and quiet–

Huli Jing wagged her tail at him expectantly.

–And also a dog.

It was a good compromise the brat had come up with: Di Feisheng had needed a break from him, so he’d sent in the quieter, tamer surrogate. And that way, Xiangyi would get comfort from Huli Jing, even in his sleep. 

He huffed a laugh. It looked like even human pups could learn new tricks. 

At least his hand was responding to his commands now, since he couldn’t even manage a click of his tongue in his current state. 

He patted the bed at his feet, then let himself slump back against the wall, eyes closed.

The bed shifted as Huli Jing hopped up. 

He waited for Huli Jing to turn in a circle before lying down by Xiangyi’s feet.

There was a pause.

The blanket rustled under the weight of paws, but not by Xiangyi. The rustles were getting closer. And closer. Maybe she was going to rest her head on Xiangyi’s chest. He’d heard dogs did that sometimes.

A wet nose sniffed at his hand.

What the–He opened his eyes. Huli Jing gazed back at him, her head tilted slightly.

No treats here, he thought, and turned his empty palm up to show her.

She licked it.

That’s not–He shook his head, wiped his palm on his outer robe, and scritched her several times behind the ears. There, he thought, patting her on the back and resting his hand on his lap again. I’ve said hello. Now go to Xiangyi. He needs you more.

She whined, lay her front legs on his lap, and nuzzled his hand, her tail wagging.

Insistent little thing, aren’t you? He rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Fine, he thought at last, scratching her under her chin. But only this hand. I’m not letting go of Xiangyi.

She nuzzled into his hand again and then lay her head on his leg. He huffed out an amused breath. Compromise accepted, then.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #my fic #WIP Wednesday #lianhualou #huli jing #Di Feisheng #Fang Duobing #Difang #difanghua #in which DFS will accept help from exactly 1 dog and very reluctantly at that #while Xiaobao is vibrating from stress outside from not being able to do anything other than send Huli Jing in #in other news: Xiaobao needs a hug #Thanks to momosandlemondsoda for suggesting this as this week's excerpt!

[jtl-fics]

hello hello i forgot tumblr exists for some days and first thing i did after remembering is catch up on math nerd au and now i need more so pls pls math nerd for wip wednesday<3 (it has also come to my attention thanks to your tags that we are bday twins but i thought we're not because timezones suck so happy belated bday!!)

WIP Wednesday - Closed (9/6/23) | Math Nerd AU

"I spoke with Abby and got the okay." Nicky says coming and sitting himself down next to Aaron at the cafeteria table.

"Nicky, you're going to have to be more specific about what you're talking about." Aaron says poking at the peas on his plate.

"Those won't get eaten unless you actually put then in your mouth." Kevin points out to Aaron who flips him the bird in response.

"My mom and dad are going to come to the team dinner." Nicky answers with a bright smile.

"Uncle Luther and Auntie Maria?" Aaron asks in surprise.

"No his other parents." Andrew rolls his eyes mixing his mashed potatoes and his corn.

#EYYYY B-DAY TWINS!!! #8/19 is for superior people #We have to deal with the heartache of being born the same day #As Bill Clinton and Coco Chanel #And accepting that they're the shit tier of the totem pole #As we hang out at the top making a good name for errbody else born that day #Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #Math Nerds - Thanksgiving - 01 #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #9-6-23 WIP Wednesday #13 #WIP Wednesday Catch-up #4/18

[cricketnationrise]

writing patterns baybee

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @cha-melodius, @doggernaut, and @montrealmadison! since i've been posting mostly ficlet fest fills you're getting some bonus fun: 6 most recent ficlets and 6 most recent non-ficlet fest fics. lets see whats up with my writing below the cut y'all 💜🦗

8:30pm, the brownstone: “…then the donor said something about riding ‘requiring the right equipment,’” Henry giggles, warm from the bottle of wine they’re splitting.

8:00pm, red room: Alex might legitimately be going insane — it’s the most likely explanation for how fucking good it feels to be making out with Henry.

9:42pm, nyu apartment: If you’d told Alex ten years ago that he’d love being pinned to his own couch and kissed to within an inch of his life by Henry fucking Fox, he’d have laughed in your face.

2:19am, alex's apartment: HRH Prince Dickhead 💩: Are you awake?

1:30pm, nyc panadería: Don Paco López, Panadería, established 1991, in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, smells absolutely fucking amazing.

3:47pm, lake lbj: It’s a special kind of surreal seeing both his kids in love.

~~~ Set in Platinum: DrWhomst: *Rafiki voice* IT IS TIME

NFWMB: “Yes, I understand that, but unfortunately it was your less-than-well-moderated website that locked Henry out from submitting his roommate request until after the deadline in the first place.”

the super sick(s): Bea will take the knowledge that she was the one that brought the cold to the Super Six to her bloody grave.

so, kiss me: “Dude, you’re on the Kiss Cam.”

burning brightly through the night: Jon fervently wishes he had any words to offer Alanna as they approach the Great Throne Room.

Downburst: “Alex! Alex, over here!”

~~~ SO. Some patterns: 4/12 are dialogue 2/12 are texts/chat log 4/12 have italics (honestly lower than i thought) 6/12 feature some introspection 7/12 you can tell who's POV it is immediately

idk it's interesting that they aren't more uniform--apparently i like to mix things up!

tagging: @the-lincyclopedia, @missanniewhimsy, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @firenati0n, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dumbpeachjuice, @smc-27, and @leaves-of-laurelin, as well as anyone who hasn't done this yet and wants to play! 💜🦗

#cricket writes #tag game #writing patterns #first lines #one day i'll work on things that i can actually share for wip wednesday #or 7 sentence sunday #one day #but not for a while #unless the muse takes me #until then #pls accept this

[tellmegoodbye]

So I'm finally joining in on this! I've been working on two different fics for ages now, and now that I've finally decided which one I want to try and finish first I've been able to make a lot of progress with it!

Here is a lil snippet from my fic that I have been referring to as the push coda. Naturally, it has gone from being a relatively short fic to becoming a marathon of angst because I decided that it didn't have nearly enough. I'm evil like that.

He always saw TK as his soulmate. When he looked at him, he saw the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with, and ever since the very beginning he had dreamed of growing old with him.

He wanted nothing more than to proudly call TK his every day until the day he died, but now his entire world has been spun off its axis and the universe is telling him to let go of those dreams. Now, TK is dying. The love of his life is fading away, his body cold and stagnant, his heart barely clinging on – and all Carlos can do is watch. Watch, and Pray. He prays, no, he begs. To God, to anyone who may be listening, to please, please not take this man now. Even if they were truly over, TK deserved to live. He deserved to find happiness and hold onto it for a long, long time. Even if it was with someone that wasn't Carlos. Despite everything that had happened between them, all of the pain and heartache that they had caused each other, Carlos knew the kind of man he was. TK was good. He was kind and selfless, and sometimes a little too stubborn. He was a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve and cared so deeply for people that he sometimes forgot to care about himself. Most importantly, TK was a man who had way too much love in his heart for it to all be ripped away from this world.

I'm not sure off the top of my head who usually participates in this so no pressure! I'll get better at this in the future.

Tagging: @rosedavid @reyesstrand @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @freneticfloetry @goodways

#I haven't edited in a while so it was fun making this little banner thingy #please accept my offering of angst into the wip wednesday snippet pool #I've always been too shy to do this but I got a lot done on this fic so I figured what the hell #har rambles #wip wednesday #911 lone star #the elusive push coda

[writerswho]

“I love you,” they confess at the same time. 

“I love you too,” she replies, smiling. 

And they have no idea who she is talking to. 

#this is the only way to make you acceptable as plural and singular #larissa x gomez #larissa x morticia #larissa x morticia x gomez #morticia x larissa #larissa weems #gomez and morticia #gomez addams #morticia addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday netflix #wip maybe I don't know

[perexcri]

let's see if i can finish this extremely unedited btvs stonathan au before stonathan week 🥹

Robin is the Buffy figure in this one and i am modeling the Stonathan relationship off of Xander and Cordelia because it makes sense To Me

#stonathan #wip wednesday #and by extremely unedited i mean i was about to post this then went back and edited it bc it was just. not great #stonathanweek #stonathanweek2023 #also pls ignore the fact that vampire is mispelled on there i am aware and i am trying to be accepting of my faults :)

[fatalfangirl]

Hi there~ Thank you for the tags this am @ic3-que3n and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep 💕 I'm still here in More than Friends chapter 5 land.

We're going true wip fashion today. Below is a snippet I wrote in an earlier draft of this chapter and then spent a week+ being unhappy with:

SIMON

He wasn’t eating, he wasn’t sleeping, and I didn’t have a fucking clue what to do about it, which was driving me mental. I just kept making him food, hoping to at least keep him from passing out or something. 

I couldn’t ignore him. There was no playing it cool. Because if a supposed one-off blow job made him spiral that badly, then something was going on here. The question, though, is if he freaked because he liked what happened or hated it. Or liked it, but then hated the fact that it was me. Or hated it, but knows I liked it.

I'll talk about why I reworked it (and with what) below the cut, but first just talking a few folks today: @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @captain-aralias, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @hushed-chorus, and @blackberrysummerblog.

So snippet above. The goal was to dive into Simon's headspace after Baz spent two weeks processing his feelings via writing and chain smoking. I wanted us to see that it clearly bothered Simon, but format of "he worried me," followed by a mini "does he like me or hate me" spiral felt too... flat. Simon and Baz have lived together for over 2 years, most of which has been the pandemic. He knows a Baz panic when he sees one, so I didn't think he'd be too "oh no what do I do?"

I wanted a little more depth from Simon - something that hints he has experience being around a freaked out Baz, while also reinforcing Simon feels insecure about how Baz sees him.

Because of that insecurity, I realized I needed reality to be shoved into Simon's face for him to truly consider the possibility that Baz was actually into having sex with Simon instead of just regretting everything.

So above got reworked into:

I couldn’t ignore what he was doing to himself. There was no playing it cool. Because if a supposed one-off blow job made him spiral that badly, then something was going on here. The problem is I still don’t know quite what the “something” is. 

At first, all I could think was that he regretted what happened. Which, I get. Not that I regretted it, but I know Baz is a certain way about sex. I could easily see him being overcritical of himself for getting off just to get off. On top of that, it was with me, of all people. But then the days dragged on and something happened to trigger new theories.

I saw some of what he had been writing.

Simon's mindset before meeting back up with Baz at their flat is what had been absolutely wrecking my brain and causing me to struggle with this chapter. Now that I've gotten through that, we can try and power through the rest! (Over the weekend, because being a working adult while also trying to find time for your creative passions is so impossible, like wtf.)

Thanks everyone who made it this far! Have a good Wednesday ❤️

#wip wednesday #more than friends #my fic #the first version of this scene was probably fine but I just couldn't accept it! #I get so stuck on things like this but I don't think I'm alone in that hahaha

[thornilee013]

Happy Wednesday! YAY!! I’m so excited for you! I hope you have the most amazing time! Also, as someone who spent roughly 14 years with a marine biology special interest, I absolutely did not notice that you didn’t include the names of fish so you are so good haha. I’ve really been enjoying the aquarium scenes in baby Jean! I spent years watching documentaries about aquariums/aquarium construction/marine biology and begging for trips the the aquarium any time we were close to one. The little aquatic theme to baby Jean so far has been so fun for me!

When you have some time, could I please get some baby Jean? I hope you and your dogs are staying warm!! 🤍🤍🤍

prev | Baby Jean | WW 18.1.2024

Jean fought the urge to cry as he looked around himself for any hint of his family. Instead, he was surrounded by strangers. He leaned back against the glass of the exhibit and sat down, cradling his chin in his hands.

MASTERPOST

#lee's writing shenanigans #aftg #all for the game #wip wednesday #aftg jean #jean moreau #baby jean #white heart anon <3 <3 <3 #hello from Poland dear! #I'll work on more WWs in a bit but wanted an excuse to check in with you #the traveling was long and rough at times (yay plane turbulence) but I was able to get some sleep on the plane! #plus I got many hugs and cuddles and kisses at the very end of it so I'd say it's all worth it #it's already been so fucking nice! still a bit shell shocked that it's all real but starting to accept reality a bit more each day ;w; #what's your favorite aquatic creature btw? #there's a super cool aquarium that was built into an old atomic bomb shelter in Vienna that I went to back in college #aka imagine like. 9 to 11 stories of aquarium @_@ #but yes! my dogs weren't happy about any of the jackets or boots they had to wear but it was able to keep them warm for long enough at leas #MWAH #thank you!

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

I haven’t worked on ‘You Are Of Their Ilk’ in a while because I didn’t feel happy with what I had, but reading back through it now I actually like it more than I remember, so maybe I’ll pick it back up again soon. For now, here’s a little bit of it 😌

—//—

In the depths of winter, a handful of days before the solstice, Lan Qiren wakes on the day of the anniversary of his sister-in-law’s death feeling heavy-hearted, as he has every year since her passing. He quietly checks on the children at breakfast, unsurprised to find that both of his nephews bear red-rimmed eyes and Wei Ying is sticking even closer to Wangji’s side than usual, looking worried.

He makes the executive decision then and there that, for the first time, he will not urge the children to go about their day as normal in the hopes that it will help them push through their grief. He gives his apologies to their teachers and leads his children back to their home, away from judging eyes, and sets about helping his nephews pay their respects to their mother.

His old guilt, a too-common companion of these last couple of years, begins creeping in again as his nephews look at each other, clearly startled by his open acknowledgement of their loss. As is always his practice, he feels it, breathes through it, and releases it again once it’s been acknowledged. He’s feeling it because he’s been inspired by it to do better, therefore it’s served its purpose and need not linger.

“Xichen, do you still remember the things she would play for you and Wangji on her guqin?” Lan Qiren asks his nephew as he tugs Wei Ying into his side where the boy is tentatively pulling on his robes to ask for a hug.

“Yes, Shufu.”

“You may play them if you and your brother wish to hear them, but do not feel forced if you do not wish to play.”

Xichen has grown big enough now to play on Lan Qiren’s guqin, and so after exchanging a few quick signs and glances with Wangji he approaches the low table on which it sits to begin checking its tuning and adjusting it accordingly, as it’s de-tuned slightly in the cold and the weeks since Lan Qiren has been able to find the time to play.

Lan Qiren settles on his usual meditation cushion across the room and rests his hands on his knees, posture open and relaxed. Within moments, as he’d intended, he has a lapful of Wangji and Wei Ying, the pair of them tumbling into the security of his embrace like they haven’t in a while, and Lan Qiren has to take a few deep breaths against the aching in his chest.

For all his faults, for all his failings, his children still love him.

Even little Wangji, who has, perhaps, suffered the most from Lan Qiren’s uncertain parenting. He’s such a particular child, stubborn and so full of strong, deep emotions Lan Qiren has failed to give him the tools to adequately express. He’s so much a mirror of Lan Qiren himself it seems ridiculous that he’s struggled so much to effectively parent the boy, but he supposes he wasn’t given an example to follow himself, either.

His father had infinitely preferred his brother, and had no qualms about expressing as much. He tries to imagine doing this as a child — trusting the man enough to display the casual affection that Wangji and Wei Ying both seem starved for and trust him to give — and finds himself recoiling from the idea so strongly it’s an effort to hold himself still to avoid dislodging Wangji and Wei Ying from where they’ve each latched around one of his arms to listen as Xichen begins to play.

#the untamed fanfic #wip Wednesday #you are of their ilk #lan qiren #lan wangji #lan xichen #wei wuxian #I think what I need to do is bite the bullet and change the summary #the snippet in the summary of the fic on ao3 is so old by this point #and I feel like I’m forcing myself to still work towards that exact scene even though the fic has become something else entirely #and while I feel like I’ve accepted that this is LQR’s fic when I never intended it to be and I really love him and what I can do with him #that summary that’s from WWX’s perspective is really sticking in my mind and holding me back #I might have to kill my darlings and change the summary of my most popular wangxian fic a year and a half (more??) into writing it 🥴

[h-i-raeth]

I'm rather late, but if you're still accepting for WIP Wednesday, please do Time And Hearts Will Wear Us Thin? thank you :)

(From last week)(On AO3 here)

 “Break into a fucking murder house in the middle of the day when the whole town is keyed up about a couple of murders that look just like the murders that made it a murder house? While Jason and his goons are out for blood? We’d be in jail faster than you could say ‘citizen’s arrest’, and that’s if we’re lucky.”

#(belated) #wip wednesday #time and hearts will wear us thin #also for the record--I *always* accept late asks for WIP Wednesday #love me some accountability tricking me into productivity

[old-archivist]

So, what if I just drop some Thedosian recipe blurbs I’ve been working on. Like just a few blurbs for wip Wednesday cause I definitely have not been digging through historical cookbooks nor am I motivated to get as many done before the official cookbook is done to contrast what I expect what is going to be mostly mundane recipes. (I love that we’re even getting one but considering their is a LoTR prop in the current cover draft…)

But, first three blurbs are canon foods in Dragon Age. The last two, one is me deciding Tevinter would be like Orlais but instead of wyverns they ate griffons and the other is bringing the fact that raccoons are indeed edible — historically in a lot of rural, wooded areas of North America.

Deep Mushroom Cream Sauce

A cream sauce popular in Orzammar as it is served with seared nug. However, it should be noted that one must always be careful with the amount of deep mushrooms used in a recipe. The repercussions of using too much are more than a passing upset stomach or overwhelming flavor. So when we say flavored, we do mean flavored.

This recipe uses deep mushroom powder to flavor the sauce and add other mushrooms for texture. However, should you choose to use only deep mushrooms in the sauce, one should forgo either the powder or the chopped mushrooms; as using both will cause mental ailments. After all, a dinner party is truly a success so long as one does not inflict their guest with ailments of the mind. Particularly if one is trying to remain in good social standing.

Exquisite Misery

The Orlesians are nothing if not extravagant. From wyverns to phoenixes, Orlesians have a tendency to play chance with their lives for whatever element of decadence is in the trends. While deep mushrooms are perhaps the least lethal thing one can consume, I do advise avoiding eating too many of these little cakes.

That said, should one partake and find that they are able to get past the musky, earthy flavor; these can be quite a treat. Fluffy, soft, and a touch sweet, it is a dessert I find best to consume after a rather savory or spicy meal.

Herbed Chicken and Biscuits

A simple, savory meal commonly found in many homes across Ferelden. Though the herbs will differ depending on your region, this warm and hearty meal is perfect for a crisp autumn evening or a rainy spring night. Fending off the chill with a warm meal and a mouth watering scent that fills the home. Pairs well with a warm cup of cider or a glass of wine.

Griffon Leg with Pomegranate Glaze

This old recipe was recovered from the library of a Tevinter town on the edge of the border to the Anderfels. The age of this recipe dates back to a time before the First Blight, before the founding of the Grey Wardens, when Tevinter would hunt these creatures for sport; much like Orlesians hunt their prized wyverns.

When looking through such records there are a variety of accounts that describe griffon meat to be an odd union of chicken and beef. However, there are contrasting accounts declaring it to be of pork and goat. Much like goat meat, griffon meat can be tougher the older the creature is. Another quality to be aware of is that griffon meat will become dry if you cook it too fast or if you do not keep an eye on it. Thus a slow cook to allow the meat to become tender while also periodically turning it and adding another coat of glaze.

Raccoon Meat Pie

Many have seen these curious creatures either in the woods or rummaging amongst the alley ways. They are not an uncommon site to see around, and that should include one's dinner table as well.

The meat of a raccoon is described akin to the dark meat of a waterfowl such as duck, or an oilier cousin of chicken. The taste of this meat isn't overwhelming, but it is certainly gamey and can be tough if not properly prepared.

Given the need to prep the raccoon meat to avoid any chance of toughness in the meat, much like a stew, this allows for long cooking as well as a more complete meal. A quality that may make the meal more appetizing if it is not a frequent feature on the dinner table.

#wip wednesday #archi just shouting into the void #foods of thedas #foods of thedas hc #I’m also exploring which Thedosian fauna would be acceptable to different cultural diet restrictions #I have to research and double check though since I don’t practice them and most of my knowledge is second hand from a family member/friend

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: I'm Not Alone, and Neither Are You

The original idea for 'Name', but it has more of a focus on Leon and the fourth 'prince's' scenes together.

Regular warnings: raw writing, not edited, more like glorified notes than anything. It had been a while since I had done Leon's route, so some things I'm sure I got wrong, but this is an AU where the original prince has a different gender than was in canon, so I think I have some leeway in making shit up.

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"Prince Leon," a snide voice called to the figure on the bed, startling them as a young boy with black hair and golden eyes was thrown onto the floor.

"Meet… Prince Leon."

The boy on the floor, covered in scratches and bruises, gritted his teeth and looked up at the figure on the bed, seeing the same black hair and golden eyes staring back at him, widened with fright.

Slowly, the child on the bed swallowed their fright, hand on their chest.

"Please be kinder to him," the voice was gentle despite the fright running through them.

"Only what is required of me, little brat." The snide man chuckled, "I'll leave you two to become better acquainted. You'll be spending quite a lot of time together, after all."

With a laugh and a loud slamming door, the man left, leaving the two children that looked like perfect mirrors of each other.

"Umm," the child on the bed said, "I… I'm sorry for all of this. I-I'm sure that Mother has compensated your family for this but I-"

"I don't have a family." the boy said bluntly, making the child on the bed recede further away.

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry I-"

"That man picked me up from the quarry for a copper penny. I didn't have a family to begin with. Don't know my parents. No mama or papa to speak of. Nothing but work since I was born."

"So, a slave boy then… I'm sorr-"

"Stop apologizing."

The child stopped, biting their lip and clenching their hands in the white sheets.

"Why are you in bed?" The boy questioned, "it's the middle of the day."

The child touched their chest once again.

"My heart acts funny when I get too excited. It's… it's why you were brought here."

"I dunno how to fix funny hearts."

"Not to fix me. The palace physiker has already tried. You're here… to be me, Leon Dompteur."

"Be Leon Dompteur?"

"You're…. You're going to be my replacement. I'm not supposed to live much longer, because my heart acts funny sometimes. So you were bought to become me."

"Sounds stupid."

"It is." the child sighed, breathing slowly and careful. "But Mother doesn't want the secret getting out about me dying. Or… about my other secret."

"Other secret?"

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[Later, on more friendly terms]

"When we are alone, I would prefer it if you would call me Leona."

"Leona?"

"Yes," she smiled sadly, "Since… well, it won't be my name for much longer, I would like to be called something I feel suits me better. And, Leon is going to be your name from now on, after all."

"You still have some attachment to your old name though. You could go all out and choose a more fantastical as your name."

"I think I like Leona best, since I was called Leon for so long. Something completely different might not register."

"Heh, whatever, Princess Leona."

She smiled.

"What was your name before?"

"Before?" He quirked an eyebrow, "don't know. No one ever gave me a name."

"Then, I'm giving you my name."

"A princess's hand-me-downs. How gracious of you."

"Is there another name you would like to be called then?"

"Not really. I kinda like Leon. Like a lion."

Leona smiled,

"You are very fierce and brave. It suits you."

"Your brother's the one the start the fight. I just had to defend myself."

"He tends to be like that, the few times I've met with him."

"Do you think it's because he's suspicious of me?"

"Chevalier is rather perceptive, it can be frightening sometimes."

"He was fun to fight though. Didn't hold anything back."

"Please be nice to my brothers, Leon. They'll soon be your brothers too, you know."

"You're far too nice when it comes to them. They're you're half-brothers."

"I know," the girl sighed, sipping tea, "I wish I knew all of them better, to not have to hide myself away from them."

Leon frowned.

"Do they know you're actually a girl?"

She shook her head.

"No, they only know of me as the fourth prince. It would not surprise me if Chevalier knew, however."

"Yeah, that guy is scary smart." Leon scratched his head. "Crazy good with a sword too."

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen prince #leon dompteur #devon's headcanons about Leon being a trans ally have lived rent free in my head for a while #thus what lead to the original idea for this fic #fourth prince can be interpreted as either #I think #kinda wish there was more about the transition period of the fourth prince 'transferring' himself into Leon #and how if at all anyone noticed the change between the two #had it in my head at the time that Chevalier noticed #because chev is gonna chev #and attempts to fight Leon #but then there's also a part of me that says Chev wouldn't care about the real fourth prince because he was so sickly that he couldn't do- #much #basically calling him useless #as chev tends to do #but he accepts our Leon slightly more because he fights back #and is not a sickly child #if that makes sense #much as I wanna make Chev play nice #chev does not play nice #ever #lol

[emry-stars-art]

Im a little late but I think I wanna try something

This post by @kedreeva is a fun WIP Wednesday Game! I’ll paraphrase the rules here:

Post up to five file names of your wips (not titles, file names)

Post a snippet from one of them, something you’ve written in the past seven days

After you’ve posted, people can send an ask with one of your file names, and you must write three sentences in that file.

Since I don’t have five separate wips I thought I’d try posting five scenes im writing/want to write of the royal au 👑 help me decide what to work onnnnn

My scenes are:

another horse ride

first day

responsibility II

Andrew freshening up

bath

Some of these you can assume what’s happening by the names so 👀 hooray for descriptive titling

And a snippet from ‘responsibility II’:

Day came out of a side door. More of an everything room adjacent to the infirmary, used for temporary housing and storage and countless other things Andrew had no knowledge of. Day looked about to stalk down the hall, but stopped in the doorway upon seeing Andrew.

“Your Highness,” he said, and it was that same tone that he always had on when dealing with Abram. Annoyed and worried at the same time. Andrew knew first hand that Day never used it with Abram; it was only the concern leaking through when he talked to anyone else. “What have you gone and done with Abram’s hair?”

“…What about it?”

“He won’t let the dresser touch it. He won’t let me touch it, and he keeps talking about you. That it shouldn’t be his decision to cut it. Care to explain?”

If you want to participate, please go check out the original post to get the full read on it! Happy writing 🥰

#I’ll accept all/as many as I can from today #but most requests are gonna be ‘whatever i feel most motivated on’ #and considering these are all at similar stages of ‘stuck’ #I hope to do as many asks as I get #not art sorry guys #ask game #wip Wednesday #I have no idea if I’ll keep doing these #probably won’t do it again next week? unless I really enjoy it #and as long as you guys enjoy it #hmm just in case I might make a specific tag ppl can block #emry wip Wednesday #i feel like I’m forgetting something but idk what it would be #so Imma just post