Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

Wednesdays are just weird, man.

CampNano had begun and I've done nothing...except finish a craft project for H2H (big one still to go) and almost done my taxes. Turbo Tax tried to take all my refund for very little actual work, so I'm going try and do it myself. Yay!

But, enough about me, what are you doing? Give me something fun to read, admire. Let me live vicariously through your WiP(s) until I have my own (soon! soon!)

Make sure to read and cheer on others too, cool?

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[lightbird]

I finished and posted last week's WIP, so now i have two fills on my fluffbingo card filled. Third one is in progress - I've actually written the whole thing, but it needs tweaking, especially the second half.

Here is the first half of Homecoming. Same fandom, same pairing -- I had not at all planned on writing in all one fandom, but that's where the prompts have been leading me. This one is angsty but there will be a happy ending. Plus there's some hurt/comfort and a blanket.

Also, I really want to thank you for hosting these WIP Wednesdays. They've been so inspiring and they've helped me get organized to get at least some writing done.

[oldtoadwoman]

Oh, man, that graphic is perfect because when I saw "Work in Progress Wednesday" my first thought was "Is it Wednesday? That doesn't sound right."

I'm currently working on a pinch-hit for a writing prompt that I can't quote because it's supposed to be anonymous, but I've got about 800 words written out of 1000 minimum. (I'm not worried about making the word count, but I'm worried about pulling together a coherent ending.)

[lilly_c]

Huh. It doesn't feel like Wednesday, I keep thinking it's still Monday.

It's been ages since I took any photos at all and I'm kind of pleased with how rainbow steps came out.

Although I wasn't planning on signing up for anything before June, I went and got a table for fluffbingo and so far have two fics finished and currently with my beta.
The Veronicas new song is giving me some thinky for an Alex/Olivia fic even though it's been years since I wrote anything for L&O: SVU, maybe this unofficial from the start rewatch I'm slowly doing will help.

I've been trying to put together some promos for my dyslexia group because some people in RL want small leaflets to hand out within their organisations and I now also have a date and time confirmed for the first session. It's already advertised on twitter and facebook but that doesn't feel like I've done enough.

[tielan]

To all things an ending. It's no longer a WIP...

The last time Maria had seen the upstate Avengers facility, it had looked...rather less busy than this.

“Well, they’ve certainly been productive,” she murmured as the chopper circled the facility, giving them a good look at the trimmed-back exercise areas, and the live-fire range. The tarmac looked freshly painted, the building looked freshly cleaned, and someone had planted begonias along the southern line of the downstairs patio.

“You’d be amazed at what the Wakandans can put together on short notice,” Barnes remarked as the pilot took them down. “Also, looks like someone’s recently had a fight. Hulk, maybe?”

The great furrow of dirt ploughing deeply into the field suggested that someone had felt the need for an urgent throwdown. The fact that Maria was now being surprised by it suggested that it was recent enough that neither Steve, nor Rhodey, nor Tony, nor Nat had felt it warranted her immediate attention while she was in transit from Birnan Zana over to upstate New York.

“Banner’s supposed to be up north,” she said, frowning a little as she looked over to where it looked like a few people were assembling on the helipad. “What’s this?”

“Looks like a greeting party,” the Wakandan pilot commented with a smirk. “They roll out the red carpet, everyone claps. That’s how it goes here in America, yes?”

“When you’re someone important,” Maria said dryly. “It’s not like any of the Avengers haven’t already met me before. And I’m hardly the President.”

[sixbeforelunch]

I signed up for fluffbingo after seeing lightbird mention it in the comments of another WIP Wednesday. I posted one fic last week, and decided to work on another this week.

Me, last night: 500 words about a picnic in the park. Easy enough.
Me, 45 minutes later: ...so apparently everyone has parental issues this time out.

"Will's father couldn't make either wedding."

"Oh, how unfortunate! Is he ill?" Lwaxana settled down on a pillow on the ground and began pouring out glasses of po.

Riker settled down on the ground across from her. "No, not ill. Just busy with a terraforming project."

Lwaxana stared at him in disbelief. "Too busy to attend his own son's wedding?"

"So it would seem."

Lwaxana lapsed into a silence that wasn't really silence, and Will could feel a faint buzzing in the back of his brain, like inaudible whispers ghosting across his thoughts. Lwaxana and Deanna were having quite the conversation. He knew perfectly well what Deanna's opinion of the matter was, although she had been careful not to actually let her anger out in front of him. In fairness to his father, Kyle Riker had seemed genuinely sorry when he'd called to tell them he wouldn't be coming. Just not sorry enough to get on a ship and return to Earth.

"You know," he said after a few minutes, "it's rude to talk about someone behind his back right in front of his face."

They both had the good grace to look guilty.

"Well!" Lwaxana said. "That's too bad, but we're going to have a wonderful time all the same!"

"Yes we are," Will said. Lwaxana scrutinized him as if trying to see if he was lying. He wasn't. His father was who he was, and Will had long since stopped trying to change him. At least they were on speaking terms now. Time to blatantly change the subject. "How's little Odo?"

"Oh, excellent!" Lwaxana said, and launched into a panegyric about his newly acquired ability to hold a spoon.

"Odo is an interesting name," Deanna said. "You never told me how you came by it."

"Didn't I?" Lwaxana said. "Here, try some safra. I had them make it the way you like it."

"Wasn't the security chief on Deep Space Nine named Odo?" Will asked, vaguely recalling meeting the dour Changeling years before the name of his race had been known.

"Yes, yes, I believe he was. Safra?"

Deanna was confused. "Wait, did you name him after the security chief on DS9? When were you on DS9?"

"A few times, over the years." Lwaxana said. She rearranged her voluminous brown skirt. "Here and there."

"Often enough to name your son after Constable Odo?"

"Well..." Lwaxana cleared her throat. "I was briefly married to him, you see."

"What?!"

Will looked back and forth between them and started to stand. "Maybe I should go for a walk..."

"Sit!" Deanna ordered. "You're part of this family now, for better or worse, remember?"

[cornerofmadness]

My camp nano isn't going well either (and I really relate to that meme) Here's a little more of the BtVS/AtS cross over Like Stone.

I headed back inside the townhouse, stepping over Moocher. My cat resembled nothing so much as a bowling ball with eyes. Solid black with a few white hairs on his chest, he had grown into a monstrosity from the day Kate gave him to me, saying I needed companionship. Now he was nearly two feet long from nose to tail tip and almost twenty pounds. I didn’t over feed him but he loved to beg. He gave me a filthy look for excluding him from my foray into the back yard, which was his territory; a handkerchief of land just off the porch, hemmed in by a tall privacy fence on all three sides.

I went into the bathroom and ducked my head under the spigot, trying to wash away the dark memories. As usual, they’re far too ingrained for that. Once I had my bone-crushing dream, I’m always up for the night. I looked at the man in the mirror and saw a kid staring out at me. Wes figured it to be my demon aspect. My aging had slowed down somewhere just past puberty. I might be forty but I look sixteen. It was getting troublesome, especially at work. I might have to finally take Wes and Buffy up on their offers to be a Watcher, where my weirdness would be accepted. I wouldn’t mind that.

[elrhiarhodan]

Still poking at my SmutSwap - I really, REALLY need to finish it. But had gotten distracted by an awesome idea that just flew out of my fingers in like three days. And the sequel is creeping around my brain, distracting me from a story that's mostly written but has a very imminent deadline.

Also still poking a needle through my H2H project.

And I got my art for my Kingsman Reverse Bang. Will need to start that soon - the idea is fully grown in my head.

But for the moment, have a snippet from the Smut Swap:

The ping of an incoming communication captures Arris' attention, the logo on the screen doubly so. It's from Her Imperial Highness herself.

"Greetings, My Liege."

"Cut the formal crap, Arris. You know it pisses me off."

"My apologies, sire."

"You can't call me 'mother', like your siblings do?"

"Technically, you are my father, since you're an Alpha. Your seed fertilized my carrier's eggs."

"Your 'carrier' – " The Empress makes those annoying finger quotes around the word, "was an artificial womb. Your egg donor …" She shakes her head. "You, of all my children, can wind me up the fastest. How the hell do you manage to do that?"

Arris just grins. They both know the reason why he can push her buttons so easily, the way none of her other children can. Arris is Imperial Alpha Prime, and the only one of her children to carry that genetic designation. "What do you want, mother."

"That's better. What I want is grandchildren from you. Lovely Imperial Alpha Prime babies and lots of them. When is that going to happen?"

"Even with a crèche, babies take at least nine months. Can't speed up the cooking process."

"My staff – "

"You mean, your spies."

The Empress ignores him. "My staff has told me that Dezko Corrick is on board and in your quarters. Why aren't you there, with him?"

"I'm giving him a chance to adjust. I'm not an animal. And you do know that Dezko needs to go into heat first before babies can be made."

The Empress glowers at him. "Stop being so pedantic. If you finish the bond, it will trigger Dezko's next heat."

"I would prefer to be married before that, which won't happen for another few weeks, at the earliest. The treaty needs – "

"Fuck the treaty, Arris. Actually no, go fuck Dezko."

Arris rolls his eyes, fed up with his sire's single minded attempts to get him breed. "I'm ending this transmission, my liege. It's unproductive."

Before the Empress can come back with an annoying rejoinder, Arris terminates the connection.