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#poorly described wips
westywrites · 3 months
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(I haven't touched Tumblr in ages but I popped on for a minute. Now I'm seeing everyone doing this thing and I can't resist)
I'm gonna include some older wips in this that are still always on my mind and a newer one I'm working on with a friend that I haven't talked about here
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natyune-writes · 3 months
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got tagged by @anulithots to do this teehee
rules: post a poll poorly describing your WIPs. post a snippet of whichever wip gets the most votes.
i may or may not post Actual Writing (tm) depending on how this poll goes lmao. some of these are so far into the pre-development phase that i may not have any snippet to post lmao
ig i'll tag @sward-iak @briarborealisocs @doeblossom and anyone else who wants to do this lmao
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empressofthelibrary · 2 years
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Breaking News: Sad Wet Cat of a Woman Topples Government in Surprise Insurrection and Becomes Folk Hero
Also She is Bisexual
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coldgoldlazarus · 2 years
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Shy lesbiam lighthouse keeper stalks a serial killing angel with centuries of trauma into becoming her girlfriend
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elegy-if · 8 months
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For the very first time in years, you’re met with the scent of fresh air. No antiseptic, no lingering smell of blood, still so thick you can practically taste it at just the memory of it. You’re not going back if it kills you. Which it very well might.
DEMO: LINK (UPDATED DECEMBER 8TH, 2023.)
Nemisi is an 18+ modern horror/romance/urban fantasy interactive novel WIP. Play as a customizable MC, who’s on the run from Vicelie Labs.
The struggle between cosmic deities — now worshiped (or abhorred) as gods — tore its way into your planet not long before you were born. Unluckily for you, you were one of the first generations to be born exposed to Excinate, the name given to the radioactive-like sickness that comes from being exposed to magic not of your world. As your symptoms slowly got worse and worse, you were promptly ripped from your family after a doctor’s visit ushered on by your concerned parents. Since then, you’ve been shipped around and transported from facility to facility to be poked and prodded at.
Until now. No, now you’re free.
Aside from that lingering hunger for flesh you’ve had since becoming infected, of course. Just a little side effect from the radiation, along with a mouthful of jagged teeth and a jaw that can unhinge like a snake.
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THE CAST:
Refs for RO skin tones can be found here!
Felix (he/she, bigender + bisexual): Curt, blunt, and too tired to deal with this mess, Felix really had no reason to suspect the lab next to gas station he works night shifts at had anything to hide. It’s not like the screams he heard coming from that direction were anything more than some kids messing around late at night, right? Besides, she'd met some of the employees of Vicelie Labs, and aside from the occasional lingering scent of blood, they seemed like just fine people. 
Okay, so maybe she did have a sneaking suspicion something was up. Not like he could do anything about it. Not until you show up, at least, crashing through the gas station door in such a tizzy you’d nearly run into it.
Tall and lanky, Felix often has a scowl spread across her face. He has tawny brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poorly bleached hair with quite a bit of jet black root growth. His hair is styled into a shaggy wolf cut, and of course one can’t forget the shitty stubble she’s refused to shave since it grew in. Felix has a body that might often be described as scrawny, or perhaps even gangly. A strong gust of wind could knock him over. Felix is most often seen in casual clothes; hoodies, band shirts, and jeans make up the majority of her wardrobe. Has several piercings; a bridge, septum, both nostrils, snake bites, and two eyebrow piercings side by side. She stands at 5’11” tall. Felix is trans no matter what. He will always use both he and she pronouns interchangeably. Please do not use they/them to refer to her.
Dr. Eden Neal (gender selectable, M/F/NB): Kind, but awkward. A doctor who didn’t know what they were getting into when applying for a job with Vicelie Labs. Fresh out of med school, the harsh reality of the labs was too much for them. They were assigned to examine you, and though it was hard to trust them at first (and even now) they were essential in your escape. 
While Eden seems to be a kind soul, your bitter side can’t help but wonder if their assistance in your escape was some cruel joke.
Combined with their soft, rounded features, Eden’s dark hair is in long braids, often pulled back out of their face into a ponytail. They have large golden brown eyes with thick eyelashes, and their skin is a deep brown, with a hint of a cool undertone. More soft than muscle, though they still have some tone and definition to their arms and back. It’s not easy work lifting and moving those heavy vats around the lab, after all. Eden is most typically seen in a lab coat, though they lean a bit more business casual once they start meeting up with you for check-ins after your escape. They stand at 5’4”, regardless of gender. Eden is black, with dark skin.
Sable (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A bit of an outcast, Sable is an extremely shy mortician, and one of your (limited) options for getting the flesh you so desperately crave. They spot you sneaking into the morgue one night, half lucid and drunk with the need for blood and flesh on your tongue. They offer to cut a deal with you — they’ll give you all the scraps and leftovers that they can get away with, so long as you give them any information you’ve picked up about the consequences of using cosmic magic. 
Are they seeking power, or just simply curious about the consequences of magic from a biological standpoint?
Sable is one of the tallest RO’s, standing at 6’2” regardless of gender. They have a bright shock of long, curly ginger hair, and their near ghostly pallor is covered in freckles and beauty marks. Most notably, they have beauty marks to the right of their bottom lip, as well as underneath their left eye. They have a long, roman nose with a prominent bridge and blue eyes. Their body is on the heavier side, with a soft stomach and thick thighs. Sable doesn’t dress to impress as they’re mostly surrounded by dead bodies, typically wearing neutral colored slacks and skirts. They occasionally spice things up with an interesting vest or tie, but are much too scared to stand out to do so often. They have circle glasses. Sable is plus size, with a pear shaped figure.
Eris (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A hired killer, and the only other option you have for sating your hunger besides Sable. You meet Eris as you’re hiding away from Vicelie Labs in Eden's apartment, drawn to the smell of blood from them finishing up one of their “contracts” in the apartment next door. It’s a mess of guts and gore, and you can’t stop yourself from indulging. After a moment of awareness, you go to turn tail and run, only to find Eris still there. They have an offer for you — they’ll kill for you, and you can have at their fresh meat. Certainly an offer that’s hard to pass up, considering your current predicament.
Perpetually masked, you’re actually not certain what Eris looks like behind it. From what you can see, they’re very sturdy. All you can see besides their build is their hair, occasionally peeking out from beneath their hood. It falls to Eris’ wide shoulders, and from what you’ve seen is a dark brown. They stand at 6'0" tall, regardless of gender.
???: You’ve only heard of them in passing at the lab — someone who goes after rogue assets, like you. According to Eden, they’re after you, and with a vengeance.
Good luck.
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multi-lefaiye · 22 days
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poorly described ocs tag
thank you for the tag @void-botanist !! i've done this one before, but last time i did it for my d&d characters... now i wanna do it for the cast of one of my wips.
so here we go! for the cast of the moon hides its breath!
gonna go ahead and tag, with no pressure to any of y'all: @albatris @skitzo-kero @anexor @jezifster @paradoxspir1t @northwyrm and anyone else who'd like to! i forget who i tagged last time oops-
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lux-scriptum · 3 months
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I hate being tagged in tag games so I tagged myself :3 poorly described wips lets go
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welcometololaland · 30 days
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summarise your wips badly game! thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @indestructibleheart @orchidscript and @cha-melodius
i don't know if there's a point to this for me, aside from making fun of myself, but here are my active wips summarised very poorly:
neighbourhood disputes and speeding fines result in deep self introspection and also hot sex (tarlos).
two abandoned men in a foreign country decide to unabandon themselves by hitching their metaphorical wagons to each other (firstprince).
workplace enemies accidentally orchestrate their own redundancies and fall in love (hangster).
college students are made to angst over each other by third college student's incredibly misguided method of meeting the parents (tarlos).
man finds himself the beneficiary of copious amounts of tiktok products (tarlos).
husbands find themselves on a boujee ski trip in aspen with everyone they hate (tarlos).
a case of mistaken identity leads to an HR nightmare (tarlos, co-write with @rmd-writes)* can't talk about this one because it's literally IMPOSSIBLE to give spoilers without giving away the plot.
EDIT FOR CEE: american man desperately wants to believe his mysterious crush has a red room and will stop at nothing to manifest it (firstprince).
you can send me an ask if you want (i think that's the point of this game??) or you can just laugh at my really bad attempts at describing things. also, i'm free all day today so maybe if you wanna bully me i can attempt to write some snippets if anyone is interested :)
please consider this an OPEN TAG because i'm not sure if this has breached rwrb containment and i'd love to see some lone star people do this.
will tag a couple of people who might be interested but not too many bc i've already annoyed all of you so much this past week @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @liminalmemories21 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @alrightbuckaroo @sznofthesticks @theghostofashton @hippolotamus @bonheur-cafe @never-blooms and @celeritas2997 BECAUSE!!!!! I KNOW!!!!
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broomsticks · 1 year
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intro wolfstar fic recs (fluffy/light angst)
an off-the-top-of-my-head intro to wolfstar reclist for a request on the wolfstar discord. criteria: requestee reads drarry, fluffy to light angst, "maybe classic marauders era for a taste of what the fic is typically like?" i went for (a) present-day active authors and (b) 2017ish "modern-day classics," <50k, mostly canon-setting.
(a) present-day active authors:
Upstairs, Downstairs by @squidgilator (5k, G): great little "intro" fic to one of my favorite hogwarts era pining/get-together authors, "In which Hogwarts traps Sirius and Remus on an endless staircase to make them talk to each other."
Cooler Than Frogs by Penknife (4k, T) & Not In Front Of the Dog! by Engie_Ivy (2k, T) are similar uniquely wolfstar/HP-magic adorable get-togethers.
Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spy…Best Friend, Brother, Roommate, Lie by @femme--de--lettres (9k, T): muggle au, Hope Lupin keeps count of how many attempts it takes her son to finally admit that he's in love with his best friend. if you like this, author has two longfic WIPs (a spy AU and a law school AU with terrific rep that's very wonderfully and honestly done!)
on the issue of fever and delight by aeridi0nis (12k, T). post-prank fic, prangst get-together is one of the most classsiicccc wolfstar tropes ever. stellar characterization & just magical prose: "After the initial shock, Sirius closes his mouth. Clears his throat. He wears repentance poorly, as all former princes do; his spine seems reluctant to bend that way, so all he can scrounge up is a pathetic imitation of every other guilty person he’s ever witnessed. It’s perhaps the first time that Remus has seen him fall short in something."
by the same author, in lieu of beaujolais (18k, M) -- another brilliant post-hogwarts first war era muggle london flat-sharing & and then they were roommates/ oh my god they were roommates get-together that has lots of similar feels as 2015ish era ‘classic’ wolfstar.
(b) 2017ish "modern-day classics"
June, and Other Natural Disasters by montparnasse (5k, T) "sirius/remus, summer, huge gay crush". montparnasse is an absolutely classic 2015-2018ish era wolfstar writer with a Certain Writing Style and you either love it or you don't, & if you love this relatively short one, literally everything else in their catalogue are must-reads.
few more M-rated under read more
The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (5k, M). MWPP era, sixth year. There's something terrifying in the dungeons. late enough to be 'classic' (tbh any A/N that uses the term mwpp instead of marauders era is straight away a 'classic'). no but seriously this has all the defining features of a classic wolfstar fic to me: strong characterizations of all four marauders, lovely Shenanigans vibe / they're Up To No Good, there's Trauma but make it funny, overall just a great blend of light and angst.
The Active Reader by veeagainst (7k, M). When a craze for pulpy romance novels about Dark Creatures starts in Gryffindor, Sirius reads one about a werewolf -- and decides to write a better one. hilarious, intellectual, and hot; who says you can't have it all! very engaging!!
The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, M). a classic canon-setting 'falling in love during the first war' story, ensemble fic with background jily. plausibly canon compliant, fic ends happily.
that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf (40k, M). "angst with a happy ending" perfectly describes this fic, one of the best remus/wolfstar raises harry especially for its length / <50k fic, and an absolute modern-day classic (read: Gaerfinn will ban me if i don't rec this)
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exhuastedpigeon · 28 days
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Summarizing my WIPs poorly
Rules: send me an ask and I’ll describe the WIP
For the first time in years I have fewer than 10 active wips, who am I? What have I become?
yet another wip about buddie getting together at Chim's bachelor party, this time with dancing ;)
they've got knives on their shoes and they're hitting a piece of rubber around some ice for fun and money.
Eddie's girlfriend thinks Buck is hot and Eddie makes the mistake of agreeing with her.
The one where Eddie is accidentally everyone's therapist because it's kind of his job? also sports!
What if canon had magic and also happened in whatever order I want?
A documentary featuring the 118, what could go wrong?
What if both Buck and Eddie were slutty and told each other about it while getting increasingly jealous.
Eddie's cousin isn't sure what to think about Eddie and Buck, but they're really good at slow pitch softball so he doesn't really mind.
Derek and Stiles have jury duty
Tagged by: @puppyboybuckley @sunshinediaz @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @tizniz
no pressure tagging @actualalligator @acountrygirlsfun @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @elvensorceress @rosieposiepuddingnpie @ladydorian05 @eddiebabygirldiaz @buddierights @shitouttabuck @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @goforkinard @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @butchdiaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @honestlydarkprincess and anyone else who wants to play!
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-poorly described wips-
(because I've seen a few of these and it looked fun :D)
Open tag!
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themswritinwords · 3 months
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Did I miss the wagon on poorly described WIP/project polls?
Too bad, I'm doin one anyway.
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doeblossom · 3 months
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oh dear oh my tagged by @natyune-writes to do this wuh oh
rules: post a poll poorly describing your WIPs. post a snippet of whichever wip gets the most votes.
i have plenty of writings, and lots of blurbs! but NONE of the decent ones are anything other than toh, and only one of them is a wip. sorry <3 please pick your favorite mess
i tag uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... also @sward-iak and @briarborealisocs but also bc i dont know anyone else who really writes like that lol
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"lecturing" for the wip game! xo @hardly-an-escape
Certainly, my dear ❤️ I believe I've described the premise once before, but I'll give you a little recap anyway as well as a snippet! Perhaps this will somehow help this poor fic get out of WIP hell... I know how I want it to end, but I just can't figure out whether to throw some smut in the middle or just...skip it, uncharacteristically enough... A wise reader may at this point ask, "Why don't you just write the ending first then and decide later if you feel like calling it done or if you want to add a sex scene?" Well. That's a good question. Hm. I'll have to think on that.
So, anyway, it's a human AU wherein Professor!Hob (well, lecturer, technically) holds a series of intro lectures on Literary History. A certain tall, dark mysterious stranger sits in the front row every week without fail, watching and listening very intently. Of course, Hob does his best to ignore how attractive this guy is, because god dammit he's trying to be a better person these days and hooking up with his students does not help with that. Except...is he actually a student...? *the soundtrack in the background turns mysterious*
You may find out if you read the snippet below and also PART TWO and PART THREE since several of you asked about this WIP! (List of titles in the og WIP game post here.)
PART ONE
Part of the problem was that the man always sat in the front row, thus giving Hob far too good of a view of his full body, which was just as unfairly gorgeous as his face. His proclivity for the skinniest of jeans did nothing to help Hob in he Sisyphean task of keeping his eyes away, nor did the fact that he kept looking right back.
Of course, Hob was lecturing, and so it was to be expected that his students would look at him when he talked, but he also expected them to look away at least some of the time. At their notebooks or laptops as they took notes, for example, which this bloke never ever seemed to do. Sure, it was not an advanced course by any definition, and he might have a good memory, or was one of those people who preferred not to distract themselves with taking notes during lectures, instead refreshing his memory by studying at home later. Or perhaps he didn’t care about getting more than a barely passing grade for a basic course like this—except he appeared to be paying rapt attention at all times. It was likely this intense focus which made it so hard for Hob to just ignore him. He had taught plenty of good-looking people throughout his career, and it had never been a problem until now. He was quite practised at turning off the part of the brain that noticed such things, and, even when he did notice, it normally didn’t fluster him like this. The man just had a…a weight to his gaze, somehow. His pale eyes were piercing, and Hob could practically feel them boring into him even when his back was turned. He also believed that he had caught them wandering over his body every so often—lingering on his arms when he rolled his sleeves up to combat the heat of a fully packed and poorly ventilated classroom, homing in on the sliver of tummy skin exposed as he had to stretch up to turn the projector on with a pointer when the damn remote control malfunctioned again, and fixating on the hint of chest hair visible that one time he had accidentally left one too many buttons undone on his shirt. He really, really wished that he had not noticed any of this, because the only thing worse than being attracted to a student was being attracted to a student who reciprocated. Fortunately, the man had done nothing to indicate that he intended to actually make a move on Hob, which was some small consolation. In fact, many tortuous weeks passed without him saying a single a word, never raising his hand to answer one of Hob’s questions or ask one of his own, never approaching him after lectures with queries about the curriculum or the final exam, never even talking to his classmates. All he did was sit there, in the same place every time (front row, third seat from the right), silently staring at Hob while nursing a cup of coffee from Bennie’s café two buildings over. Then, every week without fail, he quietly slipped out of the room exactly five minutes before the time was up and the lecture ended, presumably to rush to some other lecture on a tight schedule. Hob could only hope that he checked the information he put up online about suggested reading and the end-of-term examination, since he never stayed to hear Hob’s reminders at the end of the lectures.
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cboffshore · 6 months
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i have no self control so it's WIP POLL GAME TIME!!!
(also, tbh, this will motivate me to write more, so it's a win-win!)
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goddess-of-green · 2 years
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𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 | 𝐍. 𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚
(Komaeda seems to be confused on where the two of you stand. You're not much help.)
This is a snippet from the wip sdr2 fic I wrote when Reader's talent was set to be the "Ultimate Analyst." I decided to scrap the scene because it doesn't really fit the theme I'm going for anymore but I didn't want to waste it ig
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Warnings: GN!Reader, Analyst Reader, obsessive komaeda, he wants the sauce
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"I guess you could say...it's because you give me hope." You said quietly, Komaeda's eyes widening.
"Even when everyone starts to lose hope, you never do. You don't fight for justice, or victory, or even your life. You fight for hope. That's something I admire about you, Komaeda. You bring me hope." You smiled, Komaeda staring at you in awe as you did so.
Komaeda simply stared at you for a few moments, before blushing a deep red.
"Wow... To think, that an Ultimate as magnificent as yourself, could feel such a way about garbage like me." He started, hugging himself.
"I bring you hope..." He muttered to himself, in disbelief. "Hahaha, I can't believe it. It's such an honor...! That my life could serve to bring hope to someone like you! I have finally fulfilled my greatest purpose!" He smiled widely, looking at you in admiration, though you could see poorly hidden mania swirling in his eyes as well.
In a moment of hopeless infatuation, Komaeda staggered forward, grasping your forearms and leaning against you.
"I have a confession to make as well..." Komaeda drooled. "You are unlike that of the other Ultimates... Unlike that of any symbol of hope I've seen before! You bring me hope just as you claim I do you. A type of hope that no other Ultimate ever could...!" He exclaimed, looking up at you with an expression that you could only describe as completely lovestruck.
It would seem that Komaeda had perceived your words as a sort of love confession.
You didn't correct him.
"I'm glad, Komaeda." You smiled, "...But you must be tired. We should rest now, hm?" You tilted your head, wrapping your hands gently around his wrists as he clutched at your arms.
"Ahaha, yes... Let us retire to our love nest..." He smiled, slowly removing himself from you, still looking fairly dazed.
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