#willow writes wips

[101flavoursofweird]

Mattholomule: I was power! And I want DRAMA!

Willow: Got a need for thrills, chills and theatrics? Join the Flyer Derby Team!

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Matt would’ve been in his element on the Flyer Derby Team…

Maybe he prefers flying on a broomstick to flying with his palisman? Maybe he’s not into sports? Or is it because Gus is part of the team and Matt didn’t want to embarrass himself around Gus?

#the owl house #mattholomule #gustholomule #willow park #gus porter #gus x matholumule #I might write a fic on this at some point #I’ve got 2 requests I need to finish first and like 100 wips :’) #flyer derby

[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

Another week, another snippet. What's this from, you ask? that's for me to know and you to find out at some unspecified point in the near(ish) future 😘

She’d crawled into their bed just a little while later, silently laying down and facing away from him. He’d pulled her into his chest after a few minutes, one hand slipping up the front of her t-shirt to cup her breast.

"Elain," he started, voice scratchy with sleep. “You can’t blame me for being jealous when someone else looks at you like that.” His teeth scraped over the sliver of skin that the stretched out neckline of her shirt left exposed.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” Elain whispered, biting down on her bottom lip as his hands moved to grip her hips and pull her on top of him.

He ground his hips up, letting her feel him against her. “Prove it to me.”

She wasn’t particularly in the mood for this but she couldn't help but give in, her body responding to his touch despite her better judgement. She allowed him to slip her shirt over her head before she bent forward and pressed kisses all the way down the center of his chest.

#you know that picture of the little girl standing in front of the burning house looking smug? that's how I feel posting this #anyway you didn't head it from me but ch 4 everywhere everything will be out this week if the stars align #I'm Sooooo nervous for the next like three chapters pls trust the process #anyway! #weeping willow follow up has been titled and is half written and maybe will go up next week depending on how much writing time I have #WIP Wednesday #more like user tells her whole life story in the tags Wednesday #elriel fic #my writing

[willowworkswithwords]

WIP Wednesday & WIP Chain

Thank you for the tags @hotshot9 <3

WIP Chain Rules: post a snippet of your current WIP, like WIP Wednesday, and then pass the chain to at least one (1) person you think would be willing to play. Reblog with the new snippet; don't break the chain!

It's angst today my friends

He screamed at them. In his car, all of them stuck in the back, trapped there as he just, ripped into them. And all the while, in the back of his head he was still screaming, but at himself. Stop stop stop why don’t you stop? This isn’t you anymore, it’s not you not you not you But what if it was? What if at his core, he was just like this, could never really change no matter how many beautiful, smart, good people he had around him, he’d never be any of that? What if he couldn’t really ever be good?

no pressure tags: @steves-strapcollection @steveshairychest @strawberryspence

WIP Wednesday:

A lot of these are the same as the last time i did this, but i'll still take questions on them!!

Eddie's hair

Emotion are hard

Steve receives love the way he gives it and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Team Get Steve to Sleep and Eat

The 3-in-1 issue

no pressure tags: @thelastwalkingsoul @unclewaynemunson @thefreakandthehair

#wip wednesday #wip chain #Willow talks #Willow writes #my writing #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson

[wipbigbang]

WIP BIG BANG SIGN-UPS ARE LIVE!

The 2024 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

#wip big bang #signal boost #writing event #art event #multifandom event #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #xander harris #cordelia chase #daniel osbourne #tara maclay #angel #spike #drusilla #riley finn #dawn summers #anya jenkins #joyce summers #wesley wyndam pryce

[the-laridian]

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by @the-lastcall @kyber-infinitygems @darkfire1177 and probably a couple other people as well.

Hoo boy, where to begin? Most of my stuff is cowritten with others, so I'll just put the solo works in this poll. If the cross stitch wins, it'll be adding one item.

#wip whenever #wip poll #laridian writes #fallout 76 #fallout new vegas #the outer worlds #conrad sadik #willow ironwood #rowan the raider #gunnar volk

[tizzymcwizzy]

ooh for the WIP ask game- get yo girl bitch, makeover and hexsquad motorcycle?

get yo girl bitch is the name of a file that began with this sketch, i drew it right after clouds on the horizon, there's other doodles and stuff on this file like that luz and willow drawing

make over is the name of another file that started with this sketch and got out of hand, this is a bit of a follow up to that hunter buying nail polish drawing where everyone messes around with human world makeup,, there's a lot of characters in this drawing so it'll take me a while to finish these if i ever do

and the motorcycle concept is an idea for a fic or comic where gus, hunter, and willow get a motorcycle for some reason and drive around on it and talk, here's a little excerpt

(wip ask game, send me a wip to reveal!)

#thanks for the ask! #these are all pretty recent ideas as they are all toh wips #the owl house #the owl house season 2 #hunter #willow park #huntlow #ill only tag them cause it's mostly them #my art #my writing #ask #wip ask game

[ghostfvcker]

WIP wednesday

i was tagged by @corvosattano to share a WIP! perfect timing because i was working on my original novel today!! thank you for tagging me!!!

tagging @enmity-encountered @emahriel @scalpelsister @perpetuagf @bloodofvalyria @bloodskinandteeth @oc-musings @xtinafrye @fizziefizzco ♥♥

SAINT ANYBODY

CW: loss of a parent, complicated mother/daughter relationships.

“How can I help you today, miss? Looking for an apartment?” She stared a hole through him. “I’m here to clean out my mom’s apartment.” He paled, before nodding. “...And what apartment would that be?” “In building 304, apartment 3-F.” That seemed to be the bad news, because he nodded silently before standing. “Excuse me for a moment.” Willow stood in the lobby, alone. She didn’t like that she was here alone. The air next to her didn’t feel nervous enough— on her right, where her mother would wring her hands like this was going to be the last straw, even though Willow knew it wasn’t going to be, because Mom was a widow and won the pity-game, and the landlord had the hots for her. The landlord would strongarm her as much as he could and Willow would snap and glare at him, and he would backpedal. He’d grant the extension and would get Mom’s full widow’s check in a week, and then Mom would relax like none of it ever happened, like it wasn’t going to be the same in a month, two months, maybe three months if she was lucky. Like she didn’t need Willow. Like she wasn’t useful to her unless it was as a threat. And then the landlord came out, awkward teenager on his heels. He was a short, fat man with a receding hairline and a wispy mustache that he would proclaim made him look “sophisticated” and “Jauceausian” and “worldly” but it really made him look like a sex offender. He had a mole just above the right corner of his upper lip that Willow had glared at nearly every month in the hopes that it might turn into cancer and give him a health scare bad enough to make him completely shed his scumbag skin. Alas, he was looking healthy as ever save for the paleness of his tanned face, which was his usual reaction to Willow. He’d been around during her hearings, after all. She was pretty sure he was the one who spread the rumors to everyone in the apartment complex that she was a psycho in the first place. His master keys jangled in his thick hand and he nodded solemnly, not saying a word, just leading the way. That was fine by her. She turned and followed him, only to be stopped by the kid’s voice. “Miss Weyland I-I’m sorry for your loss.” Willow glared at him, jaw tense. “Yeah,” she spat. “I am too.”

#wip wednesday #oc: willow weyland #my writing #saint anybody

[willowser]

Dont take this the wrong way, but it's so weird to see you say you're insecure about your fics when some of them and you are my favorite ❤️

tysm friend 🥺 i'm glad you've enjoyed some of my things 🥺 i'm afraid i am my own worst enemy !!! my biggest hurdle !!!! i can't ever get out of my own way and it hinders me much more than i'd like 🥺 but !!! i appreciate you being here with me, despite my own worries !! 🩷✨️

#if i could just nut up and write without thinking them maybe i would be farther along with wips but 🙃 #here we are 🙃 #but tysm 🥺🩷✨️ #✿ ask willow

[hcdragonwrites]

HAVE A WIP

I have been writing this week. Its just been charting chapters and getting a core theme of my book set in cement for NaNoWirMo. No writings for others this week but have a wip of my own JTTW spin! Reluctant Pilgrim is posted on my Ao3 (since its just my own personal fic i decided to just post it there) and its my take on “what if the pilgrims had a women travel with them?”.

Probably start writing for fanfics other then my own next week or the following. I have a secret stash on a side blog that i throw all the things that spark my brain- and i have to flip through them to see what i want to do next.

Theres protective Wukong over pregnant Willow from Journey to the Au that i want to write. Then theres Semis Lion Den Au and THAT has been itching my brain.

Also I promised Sophie i would write something happy for her after the HELL i put her through with Macaque (bad man stinky man). I just have to pick which one to work on first.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #personal things #writing wip #jttw au #my own fanfic work! #jttw tag #jttw fanfic #thinking about what fanfic i want to do next is hard #im very tempted to do lion den au #but also theres the very overprotective Wukong eith pregnant willow i wanna touch on #then i do owe Sophie from JTTW Monkeybuisness a happy story aftet the hell i wrote her in #🤔 gotta think on this one man #TUMBLR ATE WHAT I HAD WRITTEN BEFORE HOW DARE #I EAT TUMBLR FOR EATING MY TEXTS

[sakebytheriver]

I thought you all might like this snipet from a wip I'm currently working on 😁

#ignore me #lumity #huntlow #the owl house #fanfiction #wip #my writing #toh #willow park #amity blight

[b-radley66]

WIP - Lament: The Aerie

A little thing I’m working on that will probably appear months from now. All the stuff with the Willow series, encouraged me to write some more Enfys Nest, Jade’s sister in Chaos and from another universe, a year or so before Solo.

As always, #save willow. Enjoy!

Wide-eyed

Enfys follows Pags to the small chamber that Weazel had pointed to. There are three couches along the walls; they choose the one opposite the door. Enfys pulls out a small card she had been given and inserts it into a slot in a table nearest to where she has sat and buckled in. 

She looks at Pags before inserting the card all the way in. Pags takes a deep breath and nods. Enfys finishes inserting the card. There is a pause, then her stomach drops as the lift car starts to move downward. For a moment there is darkness, then the transparisteel windows change their tint. 

Beside her, Enfys feels Pags draw in a deep breath at what they see. The expanse of the planet, with the backdrop of tiny lights in a vast velvet curtain shows through the windows of the car, as well as the maglev tube that runs all the way down to the surface. 

Pags pulls out a datapad and punches in a sequence of buttons. She stares at the ‘pad, then looks up at Enfys. She gives a brief nod at the results. 

“So what are we doing?” Enfys asks.

“Sitting on our asses in the vastness of space, with only a few centimeters between us and eternity?” Pags replies, her voice clearly unsure. 

“Not too much different, really, than jumping on an unfamiliar speederbike, drunk, and taking off after an armed freighter,” Enfy replies, her voice as dry as the desert world that feat had occurred on.

“I knew what I was doing,” Pags protests sharply. 

“Obviously,” Enfys retorts. 

“Asshole,” Pags ends the conversation with. 

“Takes one to know one, Lowest.” 

Enfys is quiet for a moment, then reaches out and takes Pags’ hand gently. Pags turns to her and nods, smiling for a couple of seconds. She turns back to look out at the view. Enfys sees her face darken as her eyes fall on something. She turns to focus on that something. 

An Imperial star destroyer, moving slowly and stately towards an orbital graving dock. Enfys squeezes Pags hand and says, “I’m here with you, Pags.”

Pags nods and turns away. Before she does, a slight smile comes over her face as their view shows one deactivated engine of the three main ones; the damage to it is apparent from the burn marks, as well as the fact it is exposed downward at an angle from the rest of the ship. 

The datapad beeps. Pags pushes a button and smiles as a hooded figure comes up over the device, after a couple of seconds of processing. Enfys notices that Fulcrum doesn’t wear her masker; her true face—or at least what Enfys knows as her true face—breaks into a wide smile. 

“Hello my babies,” Fulcrum, or Jana Roshti as at least Enfys knows her, says. “It’s great to see you both.”

“You, too,” Enfys and Pags say at the same time. They look sheepishly at each other, then turn to see Fulcrum’s Smirk. She grows serious after a couple of breaths. “Ina asked me to call you, Chieftain,” she says, using Meglann’s codename. “I’m sorry about your mother. She was a powerful woman. She also loved you dearly.”

Enfys feels her eyes tickle, as she thought she had finally move past whenever her mother was mentioned. Pags takes her hand in her other one as well. 

“I guess that jet-jockey is trying to get you to talk me out of this whole thing.”

Fulcrum’s eyes gaze at her. Enfys turns away slightly, to break the gaze of those powerful blue eyes. “No, dear,” she says. “She respects your choice. I just called to say that I know this path you’re on. It can lead to even more pain, if you let it consume you.” The Smirk returns. “Though I would never say it to them, you’ve got some other powerful women who are there to help you. They’ll have your back. And Ina cares deeply about you.” She looks at Pags. “I think this one might, as well.”

“Meh,” Pags says. 

Enfys rolls her eyes. Jana looks away from the pickup and nods. “Gotta run. Love you both.” As the holo fades, she adds, “Don’t let the Dragon intimidate you. He respects strength, even though he might be a cantankerous asshole about it.”

The lift slows. Enfys realizes they had passed through atmosphere into the dark of the night. She barely has time to register the high, shining buildings, before the car passes to the inside of an old, stately building. They both get up and exit the car. A young woman with skin the same hue as Enfys’ nods and points towards an exit. 

A landspeeder waits there, the rear door open. Enfys looks at Pags, then gets in. She stops short as she sits and sees the older human male sitting opposite them. He looks at them with piercing blue eyes set in craggy features. She half expects him to stick his tongue out like his nickname suggests and draw it back in. 

After a moment or two, he reaches over and holds his hand out. “I’m Bel Iblis,” he says in a voice with a mixture of accents, not the least is an Outer Rim drawl mixed with a Corellian. “I understand you want to join my sons and daughters of chaos.”

She doesn’t say anything, but can feel Pags grinning at her discomfiture. She steels herself and says. “If they’re worth my time, old man. And if you are.”

Enfys wonders if she is going to dissolve into a pile of ash from the look he gives, while Pags sits next to the pile laughing like a hellhound on the scent.

After a moment or two of making her squirm, the look in his eyes soften with a broad grin. “You’ll do, Chieftain. You’ll do.”

She still doesn’t relax, though. 

“What you and those other ingrates are planning, will require some subtlety—probably a bit more than you’re used to.” He looks at Pags. “I think Tionn, the matriarch of the Sal-Solo faction will be impressed by your title, your Lowest. You might work on that angle. Princess Intense, here, might work on her whelp, Thrackan. Hammer already might have an in with him as well, on Jadenia through Fulcrum’s strip joint.” He stops, growing thoughtful. 

Enfys and Pags look at one another, wondering how he knows all three of their nicknames for each other, mostly coming from Meglann—Hammer. 

He looks up. “How do y’all feel about boloball?” 

#star wars #rebellion’s infancy #enfys nest #ahsoka tano #the usual gang of idiots-original characters #corellian family values #in between the stories you know #adventures in fanfic writing #wip #save willow

[whumpwillow]

what do you think about curse whump? (ask inspired by some art I've seen recently of sora kingdom hearts being forced to eat a poison apple)

*looks at my current wip* uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

but no really, I think it's really good! depending on the nature of the curse, you can get really creative with it and it can lead to a lot of interesting scenarios

#top tier in my opinion #ya know...writing a whole trilogy about it #yeah so the wip in question isnt going on here but im hoping to get it published #as like a book #willow answers #answered asks #curse whump

[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

i'd like to take a brief interlude from my depressive spiral to present a small excerpt from the slutty elriel fic i'm working on, still hoping to get this out this week but taylor swift put a pin in my plans and i've been wallowing in bed for like 96 straight hours.

no warnings here bc im saving the actual slutty content for the full published piece.

hope everyone's having a good week 💖

Elain blindly wandered down the dark hallways.The echo of her heels on the stone floor was menacing, causing the already frantic beat of her heart to rise to an almost worrisome crescendo. It didn’t help that she could barely see and was relying solely on the occasional flickering fae light and the cool, insistent shadow pressed to the small of her back to guide her towards her mystery destination.

It felt like she’d been walking for hours, turning this way and that in the labyrinth that made up the various chambers of this unfamiliar place but finally, the pressure of the shadow on her back eased as she approached an arched door right at the end of the seemingly never ending hallway. She paused in front of it, unsure what to do until the shadow slid up her arm and along her neck, wrapping itself around her ear. 

Go.

Elain swallowed, her gloved hand reaching out for the doorknob. 

Subconsciously, she knew where that shadow had been guiding her. Knew that the neat, dark interior of this room was the perfect match for what she’d always imagined in those salacious dreams of hers.

She’d been ready to see him. Aching to see him. But to open the door and get her first glimpse of him… she hadn’t quite been ready for that. 

Azriel was reclined in a leather chair behind his desk. The jacket he'd been wearing earlier had been discarded and left to drape on cabinet at the far end of the room. The first few buttons of his crisp white shirt was undone, providing a glimpse of the tantalising tattoos hidden underneath. He had one long leg folded over the over, one ankle resting on his knee. And on that knee, cradled by his large, scarred hand, sat a short glass of amber liquid that perfectly matched his honeyed eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

#elriel #yes this is the under the weeping willow follow up hehe #elriel fic #wip wednesday #my writing #anyway if you're reading this pls tell me what your favourite ttpd song is #or what the one you relate to the most is #my fave is guilty as sin? for obvious reasons #the one i relate to the most is the prophecy lmao #hence the depressive spiral! #but also the bolter so good luck working out how both of those things can be true #ALSO down bad is a bop and i really do be crying at the gym teenage petulance and all #ALSO loml but i actually cant discuss that one yet for the sake of my sanity #thanks for coming to my taylor swift ted talk im going to bed now

[willowworkswithwords]

Steve receives love the way he gives it and doesn't know what to do pls for WIP Wednesday!!!

The sun is just peaking through the windows of the trailer on a Thursday morning when Eddie gets to work. Steve, when exhausted, will sleep through just about anything, and the week had been a long one. Eddie had the opposite problem, finding little respite even curled around Steve. So, the early morning found him gathering up Steve’s clothes and taking them out to the front porch of the trailer.

Already out there on the side table was his sewing kit, spools of thread and thimbles neat and ready. Already out there on the couch was Wayne, sipping his morning post-work coffee and looking out over the misty park.

Without a word, Eddie settled onto his end of the couch, knees pulled up, and grabbed one of Steve’s jeans. There was a rip along the inseam, and Eddie took to it with steady persistence. After the jeans were shirts and three sweatshirts. Stitch after stitch after stitch, and soon Steve wasn’t left with a hole in his wardrobe.

“He still hasn’t figured it out yet?” Wayne asks, grinning into his coffee.

“Nope. I’ve almost convinced him of the existence of brownies.”

Wayne barks a laugh and Eddie smiles down at the last rip he’s fixing, laughing with his uncle. Steve has been with them for a month and is just now finally easing up, finally letting them both in—for the big and small. Noticing Steve get frustrated with all the holes in his clothes was the least Eddie could do for him, and if it warms him from the inside out when Steve excitedly rustles through his pile of clothes and realizes they’re all perfectly wearable, well. That was just a plus.

#this was fun to write #i really enjoy working on this wip #and i love how much people are interested in it #thank you for the ask Gerry! #Willow talks #Willow writes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson

[wipbigbang]

WIP BIG BANG SIGN-UPS ARE LIVE!

The 2024 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

#wip big bang #signal boost #writing event #art event #multifandom event #csi #csi: crime scene investigation #csi vegas #gil grissom #catherine willows #warrick brown #nick stokes #sara sidle #greg sanders #jim brass #al robbins #sofia curtis #david hodges #riley adams #raymond langston #david philips #db russell #morgan brody #julie finlay #henry andrews #maxine roby #josh folsom #allie rajan #hugo ramirez #serena chavez

[the-laridian]

WIP Weekday

I've been tagged by @theartofblossoming and here's a few lines from an upcoming Willow Ironwood fic, featuring Willow and his amazing Luck-based build.

“Excuse me?” he heard one of the female-voiced Handys, the ones with the French accents. Willow stopped. “Yes?” he asked, carefully moving so that he kept the bag between himself and the robot. “Are you a guest?” the robot asked. “No,” Willow said. “I’m - laundry.” “Laundry?” “Yes. I’m - taking myself to the laundry room,” Willow improvised. This couldn't work. Even a robot wouldn’t fall for this.

#fallout 76 #laridian writes #willow ironwood #wip whenever