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the-commonplace-book · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

originally shared by @tanoraqui tagged by: @runawaymun

Here’s how it works:

In a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIP LIST:

1. unfolding 2. Pocket Change (Arthur) 3. aw shit, here we go again 4. Argumentum Novitatis Transcript (Part 1) 5. Miraculous TTTE Crossover

no pressure tags for: @djangodurango @monstroso @exeggcute @wigglewyrms @sasusquatch @via-ru88-blog @ourladyoftheundcrground and anyone else who wants to

SNIPPET:

from chapter Small Mercies chapter 14, file name: Pocket Change (Arthur) Arthur groaned and peeled his face off the crumb-ridden shag rug he found himself on. His stomach churned just at the act of sitting up. “Where…” he murmured, but it all came back to him. Slowly, in bits and pieces. He’d gone asking around about odd jobs and wound up in a pub due to his grumbling stomach. There was something about some students offering him a drink. One of them saying he looked a sorry state. The rest was a muddy haze. Did I spill out some sob story? I think I must have. At some point the man who was now snoring on the orange botanical print sofa had patted his shoulder in some reassuring way and said something along the lines of, “Sorry you went through that, mate.” There were a couple others scattered around the room. One asleep in an arm chair, another passed out face-first a few feet away from where Arthur now sat by the record player. He reached up to remove the needle and stop the crackle. His mouth tasted rancid. A vague unpleasant memory of throwing up fizzed to the surface. He’d have mourned the lost calories, but he couldn’t recall eating much of anything last night. Just the world wobbling around him as he succumbed to inebriation.

#thanks for the tag <3 #i've actually managed to get some writing done this past week so i was able to share a bit from the WHF fic #proof that the update is indeed coming eventually #[memes]#it was that or sharing something from my silly ya fantasy book which i haven't posted a single thing about around here

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artdehagfisher · 5 years

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TTTE Angst Fic Human!AU

Overview: Edward has passed away and on the day of his burial, his friends feel the weight of his absence.

The Next Stop by hagfisher

James was to leave early that day, and as he left to go to his car, his shoulders sagged and he trudged along. His shoes were scuffed on the concrete. Edward would get on his case about keeping shoes polished, to walk carefully and not drag one's feet. A smile formed on James' face and he sat back in his car. The one employee who was so vain about his looks had scuffed shoes. That was something Edward and Gordon would comment on.

He drove, mind in a stupor, to the small chapel reminiscent of Sodor's history. It was an older building, painted white but the colors were fading. As James pulled into the small parking lot, he looked to the side and took a deep breath in and held it. He knew that he couldn't breathe out, that if he did the inevitable would happen.

By why prolong it?

James moved to breathe out and he tried to compress these feelings inside of his chest, imagining a stack of weights to crush away emotions that rose up tall. And the conductor's breath came out as a wavering sob as he choked to keep it back.

He had thrown his head back and sat in his car, trying to stifle his crying but it all just broke through. James emitted a cry that seemed more like a scream, turning his throat raw. His hands flew to his head as he grabbed at his hair, yanking at the strands as he tried to feel something else other than this weight.

The weight rose up from an emptiness. How could emptiness feel so, so heavy? Rocks upon rocks stacked on his heart. But he couldn't keep crying.

Edward had specifically asked for two fellow workers: James and Thomas. They, with other friends of Edward, were to have the honor of pallbearer.

The other employees? The heritage railway wasn't going to run by itself so they remained behind to work.

Another car pulled up besides James' and he saw the figure begin to pound fists on the steering wheel. The car honked as the wheel was struck. Another voice could be heard, swearing loud as it too was trying to hold up an impossible weight.

Thomas sat in his own car, hitting the steering wheel and swearing. It's not becoming of a heritage railway worker to throw a tantrum. The warm voice reminding him to watch himself came as a memory. But this made Thomas's screaming even louder.

Two cars were side by side in the parking lot, one driver thrusting his head back as he cried and pulled at his hair. The other one was hunched over and beating the inside of his car, his swearing as loud as his own pain.

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Back at the railroad, the day went on as usual. The passengers noticed that the crew didn't seem nearly as excited as before. And one of the engineers seemed to be absent. Edward's absence came as an abyss that drained the railway of its usual joy.

Percy was assigned as a fireman with Gordon as engineer. They were to ride on the old #2 locomotive. The original idea was to have Thomas drive that locomotive, but Edward had specifically requested that James and Thomas be pallbearers.

And who would refuse such an honor?

Gordon couldn't focus very well, and he didn't even bicker with the younger fireman. They sat in steady silence before a voice came in on the radio.

"Conductor Emily to the #2 locomotive, we're buttoned up."

The train made its way out of the station and went on the normal tour route. It went up Gordon's hill and through Henry's tunnel. And it crawled along, the engineer keeping the locomotive at a low speed. He wanted to make this trip last.After all, the #2 engine was going to be retired after that day.

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James and Thomas, towards the end of the funeral service, stood up to get ready for their jobs. Others joined them, and with great care they lifted the light blue casket and began the procession out of the chapel.

And as they stepped out of the chapel and began the walk to the awaiting hearse, they could hear it.Train horns and whistles could be heard from every angle on Sodor as all traffic stopped and the world froze for one minute.

For one minute the only sound was that of every active locomotive blaring either horn or whistle, to pay tributes to one of the early workers on the heritage railroad. To be respectful of a talented engineer who had gone above and beyond during his career.

During that drive to the cemetery, the funerary procession drove steady on the road, with tracks adjacent. And on the tracks, the #2 locomotive kept a slow speed so the train and procession moved forward together for some time. The procession turned a corner and in the back of the hearse's tinted window was the reflection of a blue engine. That would be the final time where Edward was close to his beloved historical locomotive.

the end

#ttte james #ttte human #ttte thomas #fanfic #ttte fan fic

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 22 days

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#here's what i've been awol working on <3 #the whole rough draft is eleven-y chapters and 50K words babyyyyyy #buckle in these guys are gonna have to suffer for their happy ending ('happy' lmao)#ttte #ttte fic #the railway series #fanfic fanfic!#ttte toby #ttte donald #ttte oliver #ttte gordon #jobeywrites #small world (ttte fic)#thomas hasn't appeared yet in this 'prologue' but he is tHE main character... just a content warning for the haters i guess ;)#ttte henry

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 9 days

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"Gordon, do you plan on explaining yourself in English, anytime soon? 🙄"

- Henry in Chapter 3 of Small World, maybe

#we'll see if it survives revisions or not #i hope so #i think everyone in this fic who wants to take a shot at gordon should get one #click click click...#small world (ttte fic)#sneak peek #henry: i know you're gonna say some real inappropriate shit but please do it in plain language. no metaphors ffs.#(in which i am gordon and gordon is ME)

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 8 days

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Excellent Emily and The Three Railway Engines™️... BUT IT'S THE BAD TIMELINE 💀

also, Togetherness™️! ... BUT IT'S THE BAD TIMELINE 💀

#henry did not get to keep the line i posted yesterday #but don't worry he gets off a good shot or two ;)#i know it's all rather sad but frankly i think there are some funny-ass bits here 😇#ttte fic #ttte #thomas and friends #the railway series #ttte emily #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte edward #ttte thomas (minor role)#the fat controller #might be an untagged character too... ya never know...#small world (ttte fic)#jobeywrites

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 7 days

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I’ve been really enjoying Small World. If you are taking questions(if not delete this), did either you or FutureRust touch on the Skarloey railway? Has reduced services from the big railway impacted tourist traffic there or do they just have a bigger parking lot? Do you reckon did Skarloey see *the train* pass by or are the little engines all already… gone?

Oh, I'm very happy to take questions. It's a Splendid Life never touched on the smaller railways and I've wondered about that too.

Obviously I can't speak for FutureRust and I myself plan to avoid the Skarloey Railway entirely in Small World (if I ever do a sequel or two, however...) but it seems to me that most likely the narrow-gauge gang is in a world of hurt, even if it... exists. The NWR built the Peel Godred branch line before James's arrival and assuming they were able to run the traffic there for at least the next 25 years then the MSR would still close after WWII. At the same time, the SR wouldn't have benefited from the NWR's post-war tourist blitz if there never was one. Looks grim! omg Skarloey whaaaat 😭 i didn't think of that

I think the SR might be in operation still, withstanding road pressures insomuch as the roads are probably centered in the south of the island but uhhhh yeah. I certainly doubt they're buying Duncan or rescuing Duke.

Having said that all this seemed most likely... one could go the other direction, I think. It's not likely but it's also not implausible that (in something of a surprise twist!) the narrow-gauge railways are both benefiting at the weakened NWR's expense, just like the road services are. You could say that the NWR found it too difficult to keep running the Peel Godred branch in the 30s or whatever, the Mid-Sodor came to an agreement with them to shut down the line in exchange for a desperately-needed cash settlement, and that this saved the Mid-Sodor. If you go with the TVS interpretation of the narrow-gauge railways and how they had a junction then you could say that the SR kept benefiting from the MSR's traffic and acquired more engines earlier than the canon timeline. Maybe, even as ‘the big railway’ is a depressing dumpster fire, the narrow-gauge engines are all just having an ongoing party <3

#part of the joy of angst fiction (TO ME) is that one person's hell can be another person's salvation (hellooooo chapter 3)#it's comforting to explore that fundamental truth in a nice tidy safe fictional context #chatter #ttte #ttte fic #small world (ttte fic)

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