#so many wips...

Thank you @world-of-fire-and-flight for the tag! ^-^

How To Play:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, & then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I've got a lot of drafts so I'll just pluck a few that actually have something in the "Title" slot and go from there c:

Puddle's WIPs:

Heroes Don't Have Hearts

Communication Error

Betrayal

Chatterbox

Toothache (Part 2)

Coffee Shop (Parts 2-4)

[Untitled] ScientistxHero

Peace Treaty (Part 2)

Naivety (Part 3)

Ducklings (Part 3)

Dramatics (Snippet #??)

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @jadedjo and @ladytharen - thank you!

This is everything on my drive, even those that may never be finished/posted, but hey. I’ve also adhered to jadedjo’s extra rule of including the word count.

1. The Lady of the Lake (Star Wars) - 1325

2. Turn Your Face to the Sun (Star Wars) - 531

3. THoK: Han (Star Wars) - 527

4. Fight Club (Star Wars) - 809

5. Cry, Havoc (Star Wars) - 7751

6. Lift Not the Painted Veil (Star Wars) - 658

7. Shelter from the Storm NSFW (Star Wars) - 9138

8. Episode VIII (Star Wars) - 2692

9. Against the Dying of the Light (Merlin) - 2468

10. Plant your hope with good seeds (Merlin) - 1439

11. Once and Future (Merlin) - 584

12. Quadrilateral (Robin Hood) - 1217

13. Love is patient, love is kind (Robin Hood) - 3336

14. Danielvala (Stargate SG1) - 684

15. In Loco Parentis (Stargate SG1) - 678

16. The Middle Distance (Sailor Moon) - 11,759

Instructions: “List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.”

1) Family Resemblance. Allistair Shepard, the Butcher of Torfan, had to get it from somewhere. This long fic explores the influences that shaped Shepard into the woman who takes on the Reapers and saves the galaxy. (I know, I know. There are some good reasons I’m stuck where I am and haven’t updated in for-freakin-ever, but I promise they’re not permanent!)

Instantly, Alli’s heart began to race. She’d never heard Mom yell before. Why was she yelling now? What had Dad done? Was he in trouble again? Was it the batarians?

She didn’t want to go inside so much anymore.

Alli stood rooted to the stoop in front of their door, the blood rushing so loudly through her ears she could hardly hear herself think. She swallowed and raised a trembling hand to the access panel. She walked slowly through the entryway until she reached the kitchen, taking each step with equal measures of hesitation and the need to know what was wrong. Her mouth had gone dry, and her heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of her chest.

2) Not Widow, Not Orphan. This one picks up at the beginning of ME2, when Hannah gets The News. To say she doesn’t take it well is something of an understatement. And Garrus makes an appearance :D

“Mr. Vakarian,” Hannah said, catching his attention. “Captain Hannah Shepard. I believe you served with my daughter.”

He stood awkwardly with a salute. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”

She waved away his salute and moved to sit next to him. After a brief moment of hesitation, he took his seat again. His hands clenched and unclenched and he seemed to be floundering for something to say. Hannah decided to help him out.

“I’ll save you some awkwardness, Vakarian,” she said, letting out a small sigh. “You don’t have to say anything at all. When something like . . .” Her throat began to tighten, and she coughed to clear it. “Let’s just say I’ve had my fill of platitudes. You’re off the hook.”

His posture relaxed, but his mandibles flared in mild confusion. “The hook?”

“She does that,” Dess said as she approached them from behind. “She thinks it’s funny to use as many idioms as she can around turians.”

3) Once More, with Feeling. Wouldn’t you like to know what this one’s about ;) I can tell you there’s an Armistice Day Gala for which Hannah gets all dressed up, someone unpleasant from the past makes an appearance, and Sana loses a bet.

By the time she finally got home for the evening, she wanted nothing more than to change into the loosest clothes she owned, grab a bottle of wine (after a day like the one she’d had, who needed a glass?), collapse on the sofa, and watch something mindless until it was time to crawl into bed and forget the entire day had happened.

She got as far as changing her clothes when she heard the front door open and a flanged voice announce her presence.

Fuck, it’s Thursday.

She groaned as she pulled out her running clothes and changed again, ignoring the constant complaining coming from her knee.

Dess flared out her mandibles when she saw Hannah descending the stairs. “Bad day?”

“That obvious?”

Dess pointed to Hannah’s knee. “You only wear your brace when it’s been a bad day.”

Hannah sighed as she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the empty space of the living room to start stretching. “I’ve had a lot better days, that’s for sure,” she said as she sat on the ground with her legs extended out to each side and reached to her left to touch her toes.

Dess flicked her mandibles in concern. “Why don’t we skip the run. I’ll help you stretch and take care of dinner. Is Alli home from school?”

4) The Girls’ Night Out Job. Vetra and Peebee plan to get up to meaningless hijinks in Kadara Port during shore leave, but it seems like trouble always finds the Pathfinder. Ryder stumbles into some shady dealings and Vetra and Peebee have to help her out of it. f!Vetryder, pre-relationship

Vetra noticed for the first time that Peebee was holding a long box in her arms, which she shoved into Vetra’s without further preamble. The sound of crinkling paper came from the box and Vetra could guess what she’d find inside. How Peebee had even come across something like this all the way out here—and without Vetra knowing about it—was a mystery.

Without opening the box, she set it down and shook her head. “I appreciate it, Peebee,” she said, “but I have clothes of my own.”

“Sure, you do!” Peebee said, waving a hand dismissively. “But Drescilla doesn’t! Trust me, it’s gonna be great! Unless . . . no, it’ll fit, I’m sure.”

Vetra sighed but couldn’t help her mandibles from twitching into an amused grin. “Okay, Peanut Butter. I’ll give it a try. No promises, though.”

Peebee was already flitting out of the room with a wave behind her and a retreating, “Keep telling yourself that. Drescilla’s gonna love it!”

Vetra glanced back at the box sitting in front of her console, and both curiosity and regret made her stomach do somersaults. Why had she told Peebee she was in?

5) Light in the Dark. Vetra was scared of the dark. Sid was scared of space. Not unreasonable fears, as it turns out. But there’s always someone there to turn the lights on. Papa Nyx makes an appearance :D

A keen that could wake the dead jolted Vetra out of a deep sleep for what felt like the hundredth time. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised anymore, but it still took her a moment to compose herself. She looked at the clock and sighed. Only two more hours until she had to be up and headed back to the construction site. The mine would be ready for operations in only a few more weeks, so she had to get as many shifts in before she had to leave this asteroid and look for another one.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed herself up and out of bed.

“It’s okay, Sid,” she said as she turned on the lights to their lowest setting and shuffled across the room to her sister’s bed. “I’m here.”

Sid had curled up in a ball so tight, Vetra wondered if she’d ever unfurl again. She held her head between her knees, her hands clasped tightly over her crest. Vetra didn’t even have to be near her to notice how much she trembled.

She eased herself down next to Sid and slipped an arm around her. Sid clambered into Vetra’s lap and practically molded into her carapace.

“Same?” Vetra asked, hoping only the comforting notes were in her voice, not the exhausted ones.

Sid nodded against Vetra’s chest. “Same.”

I have a few other onesie twosie fics I’ve played around with, but these are the ones that have been taking up the most mental space recently. I’m … seeing a few patterns.