I was trying to find a good date for a WIP-project before the year is over but man! October is for kinktober and @fictober-event, November is NaNoWriMo, December we’ll have various ways of ficmas and julefic. So that leaves us with September, which starts in four days. And I already signed up for Fic-in-box for that.
So, how about we make a super quick and fast WIP-project two weeks in the middle of September? Let’s say, September 10 to 24.
Super fast WIP-Project 2020
September 10 - 24, 2020
General concept:
Finish one or more WIPs over this time.
This event is open for all fandoms and original work.
The tag is #theWIPproject2020.
The deadline for your WIP is Thursday, 24. September 2020
How it works: Announce your participation now and post about your progress all through the two weeks under the tag #theWIPproject2020. Take a screenshot of your WIP, and tell us when and why you got started with it. I will reblog posts that show up in the tag here on this blog.
I’m mainly thinking about writing but if you have a piece of craft or a drawing that needs finishing? Go for it! Show us what it looks like now and let’s see the progress.
Let’s see your “Daily WIP” posts, the “WIP struggles”, the “almost done” posts and the “attack of the plotbunnies” posts! Let’s encourage each other and have fun to finish our shit!
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From the Cute Shippy Starter prompts: 5 - “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Apologies for this prompt taking so long! At least Tumblr didn’t eat it like the last one! Part five of the Adorkable “Date Night”. Part 1 can be found here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here, and part 4 here. Also crossposted to AO3 for those who prefer to read over there.
The amble back from the public lockers was much slower. They’d somehow managed to stuff her entire armored getup into a few shopping bags from the dress store, and Theron was starting to regret his insistence on carrying the whole lot in a grand show of chivalry. Despite the armor being made from a combination of durasteel and veda cloth, it was still a lot of material and weighed down the bags considerably. He couldn’t help but wonder how she not only wore the getup day in and out, but made it seem so effortless with her acrobatic fighting style.
Still. He definitely wasn’t complaining about about the view he got out of the deal.
Grey was ambling a few feet in front of him, fingers laced behind her back. The skirt of the turquoise sundress swirled and swished with each step, and her head was tipped back to gaze at the neon spectacle of the Promenade, causing the bright lights to reflect off the ridiculous hat still perched on her head. It was, quite simply, the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.
She flashed him a bright smile from over her shoulder. “You’re falling behind.”
“Possibly because I’m carrying the combined weight of the entire Odessen armory.”
“You are not.”
“How do you not get a backache wearing this ridiculous outfit?”
“It’s not ridiculous,” she said lightly. “It’s regal.”
“You just want to look cool,” he shot back. “Admit it.”
“I am a Jedi, and I wish to appear the part.”
“Or you just really love how the cape makes you look like a cool action hero.”
“Are we speaking of why I love my armor?” she challenged. “Or why you do?”
“How can I love it when it weighs a metric ton?”
“I did offer to carry it,” she reminded him almost too sweetly, reaching out for the bag at his side.
With great effort he hefted it high and out of her reach, causing her to arch up on her tip-toes to try to grab at it. “Hey, I told you I got it.”
The action prompted that frustrated smile of hers that he loved: lips pressed together in consternation even as the edges of her mouth quirked upwards on their own accord. But before she could make a comment, a loud rumbling noise escaped her.
Theron couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow. “Well, that’s a noise I never expected to hear.”
She flushed. “We were kicked out of the restaurant before our food arrived.”
“That was your stomach growling?”
“You act like you’ve never heard someone’s stomach rumble before.”
“No, no, I have,” he insisted, “but usually it doesn’t sound like an angry Sarlacc.”
“It does not!” she protested, lightly smacking him in the arm.
The action almost caused him to lose his hold on the bag and he had to adjust his grip before it tumbled to the ground. He barely smothered a laugh at her chagrinned expression. “Either way, it sounds like we probably should get some food in you.”
“Perhaps.”
He tilted his head at her and didn’t bother to repress the smile tugging at his lips. “You know, it’s probably a little late to do this proper, but what the hell… let’s make this an official first date.”
She frowned. “But I thought we already had that? At the restaurant.”
“Not going to let me off that easily, are you?”
“I thought it was fun.”
It wasn’t clear whether or not she was being sarcastic, and he let out a heavy sigh. “Fine, fine. This will be our second date.”
“I am not sure why this has to be so formal.”
“Humor me.”
“Very well.” She dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Is a second date much different from the first? Does it require taking out an entire crime syndicate over caffa?”
He blinked at her for a few seconds, before she cracked a smile to let him know she was joking. Damn it, her and that deadpan would get him every time. He gave her a light shake of his head. “I mean, normal people usually take their potential significant other out for a meal, learn more about each other, catch a holoflick or something.”
“Don’t we… already do that?”
“I mean, yes.”
“Then why does it have to be so official?”
Theron just shrugged. Probably because neither of them really met the definition of “normal”, whatever that was. “Downtime’s important.”
She shot him a disbelieving look.
“What? I know what downtime is!” A dark blonde brow arched at him in reply and he let out another sigh. “Okay, so maybe I’m not the best person to give out dating advice. But! I’m all you’ve got at the moment, so let’s get this date started proper. With actual dinner this time.”
“Oh?” she asked. “Another fancy restaurant?”
“Even better.” He winked. “It also just happens to be on the way to the taxi stand.”
“How practical,” she remarked, but didn’t bother to hide her smile.
“That’s me, Mr. Practicality.” Somewhere in the galaxy, Lana Beniko was snorting in derision. “Besides, I’m banned from the nice places now. Or, well, Jonas is at least.”
“There is that too.”
“Besides,” he said, “it’ll give me an excuse to put this bag down.”
At its mention, she reached for the bag again, only for him to hold it out of her reach once more. “Sorry, Shorty.”
“Theron Shan,” she said in admonishment, although she was trying (and failing) to look serious.
He just grinned. “It’s this way.”
They continued walking, him still holding the bag up on high. After a few more failed swipes, she stopped trying to snatch it away and gave him a mock indignant expression that would have been more convincing if her lips weren’t twitching in a repressed smile. The brim of her hat flopping back into her eyes also ruined any intimidation factor she was going for.
The noodle cart was tucked away from the primary thoroughfare of the Promenade. Just far enough removed to avoid the astronomical high rent and the crush of the tourist crowds and be somewhat of a hidden, local treasure. Jonas had introduced him to the innocuous little spot during one of their early stakeouts, and it had become a staple on his visits to Nar Shaddaa.
Grey nodded in approval at the displayed prices on the side of the cart. “This is much more reasonable.”
“Just wait until you taste the noodles.”
He caught the eye of the Ithorian behind the counter, ordered two of the vegetarian specials, and sat down at a stool, grateful for the opportunity to set the bag down at his feet. She quirked a brow at him, and he shot one right back at her.
“Trust me.”
“Oh, I do,” she said, joining him at the stool next to his. “I’m just surprised you didn’t get something with nerf nuggets.”
“These are good enough on their own. Besides, I can be flexible.” He nudged her with his elbow, gaining a tiny smile. “After all, you’ve been remarkably patient with me this whole evening.”
“It’s okay, I understand—”
“You deserve a nice time, you know,” he interrupted her. “Just let me make up for the first part of tonight.”
“It hasn’t been so bad,” she said, fingering the wide brim of her newest prize. “I did wind up getting a very nice hat after all.”
“I think you and I have very different definitions of nice.”
“Hey!”
“It’s true.”
“Is not.”
“It’s a good thing saving the galaxy doesn’t require a fashion sense, or we’d all be doomed.”
“Keep making fun of my hat and you’re going to wind up wearing it.”
There was a frightening amount of conviction in that threat, enough to give him some pause. She shot him a satisfied smirk and he absently kicked at her dangling feet. She shook her head but kicked right back, as if she couldn’t quite resist the temptation to rise to his bait. The back-and-forth was entertaining enough, that it seemed almost no time at all when they were presented with a pair of steaming takeaway boxes filled to the brim with Corellian buckwheat noodles smothered in a sauce so dark it was almost black.
He took in an appreciative whiff of the familiar, mouth-watering aroma wafting from the box and with a little smirk, tapped her box with his as if in cheers. “Eat up.”
She seemed to hesitate, trying to swirl up a delicate sized mouthful of noodles with her grub-sticks but was unused to working with the slippery texture. He grabbed a sizable but respectable portion with ease and took a careful bite. It was just as he remembered, the deeply savory, dark sauce clinging to the tubers and long hand-spun noodles. Even without the traditional nerf nuggets studding the dish, it was just as good now as it had been for each of those long stakeouts. As he twirled his grub-sticks around his next bite, he glanced up to gauge her reaction.
A small smile curved at her lips as she struggled to eat the messy dish with a sense of propriety, but the long strands made the task difficult. Not realizing she had an audience, she slurped the last noodle with flourish. The action flung some of the sauce onto the tip of her nose, gracing it with a several dark flecks.
No small amount of fondness welled up deep within him at the sight, and he couldn’t resist delicately wiping the spots away with a finger. “Careful. You’ll give yourself more freckles than you already have.”
She wrinkled her nose at the comment, but was more intent on her meal than responding, so tipped her head down to take another bite. Unfortunately this caused the hat to flop down, the wide brim covering her eyes.
“So the hat is just as troublesome for mealtime as it is to look at.” He flicked it back up with a grin.
Dark blonde brows narrowed at him as a deeply unimpressed look settled across her face, and before he realized what was happening, the ugly purple monstrosity was settling onto his head, the comically large brim falling into his eyes and obscuring his vision.
“Hey!”
“I warned you,” she said simply.
“It’s messing up my hair!”
“No, it looks good on you,” she insisted. “You’re as handsome as a Hutt.”
“I’m sorry,” Theron sputtered, knocking the brim of the fauxhawk-ruining atrocity so he could fix her with a look, “is there something you haven’t told me about you and Karagga?”
“No,” she said peevishly, quickly twirling up another portion of noodles.
“I’m just getting a little disturbed about the level of compliments you have for that slimy worm.”
“I’m sorry, are you jealous?”
“Should I be?”
“This is a ridiculous conversation.” The warmth and humor drained away, leaving her tone brittle. “You are the only person I have ever been in a relationship with. Thank you very much.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” She practically shoved the next mouthful of noodles in her mouth, gaze cast away from him.
“It was a joke,” he said flatly.
She took a few seconds to chew before bothering to glance up at him. “Well, it wasn’t funny.”
He blinked, trying to rewind the conversation to figure out where he’d misstepped. They had been having such a good time up until just a few seconds ago. He busied himself with twirling more noodles around his grub-sticks and shoving them in his mouth as an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Not liking the sudden sour turn, he snorted out an annoyed breath.
It took a few more beats before he was able to swallow his pride along with the mouthful of noodles. “What’s wrong?”
For a moment, he thought she’d try to brush it off again, before she let out a sigh and cast her eyes down at the half-eaten box of noodles. “I apologize, that was not fair of me.”
“What wasn’t?”
“I don’t… you’re the only person I have ever been with. Yet the opposite isn’t true.” He shifted uncomfortably, not really sure what to make of that statement. It was enough hesitation on his part the she quickly corrected herself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not my business.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” he said after a moment. “No one other than maybe Jonas,” or his father, he thought with a wince, “ever really has been all that interested in my love life. Or lack of it.”
She blinked at him curiously, but seemed hesitant to press further. It was almost enough to wrangle another sigh out of him, but he resisted the urge. If it was something that bothered her enough to snap at him for a poorly worded joke… perhaps it was worth talking about a little.
“Look, yeah, I tried the relationship thing once or twice before we met, but… it never worked out.”
“I don’t understand why.”
Force help him, but she actually seemed genuinely mystified by the concept that someone wouldn’t want to date Theron Shan, super spy and jerk extraordinaire.
“You do realize you’re a bit unique, right?” he said it lightly, but there was no real humor in it for him. “Secretive workaholics aren’t exactly prime relationship material. Besides… when I wasn’t working, I used what free time I had trying to keep Teff’ith out of trouble. Not that she particularly cared for that either.”
Grey gave him a look that wasn’t entirely unsympathetic. “I like Teff’ith. She’s a good person—even if I can’t say I exactly understand your mutually antagonistic relationship.”
“To be honest, I don’t think either of us understand it either.” He shrugged. “Although I’m still glad you helped her out during that Revanite mess.”
“Of course,” Grey breathed.
“Most people wouldn’t have.” He again tried to keep his tone light, but again… she wasn’t most people. Although she didn’t seem to be picking up on that particular fact. “She’s probably the closest thing to a little sister I’ve got.”
“You haven’t mentioned her much since… I woke up.”
“We’ve been a little busy,” he reminded her. “Guess neither of us have made much time for non-work stuff. Dates. Or I guess even to just… talk. About things.”
She cast her gaze back down at her noodles. “I didn’t mean to pry. It just… came out.”
It would have been easy to tease her about that particular behavior not being very Jedi and proper. Of course, that might have opened a can of worms about a proper Jedi being in an exclusive, long-term relationship, which… they technically were in at this point. Even if it had taken this long to actually get to the more typical part of dating.
“You know, I never got past the first date much.” It felt awkward to admit that much of the truth, as he’d never actually said those words aloud to anyone. “Honestly, I’m not sure you could even call many of those actual dates. More one-night stands.”
It had been far more focused on the sex, and pretty light on the feelings. Although he had no way to phrase that in such a way that might put her at ease with the whole idea.
“This… really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“No, of course not.” Her tone was clipped, belying her words. “Why would it? It’s not like we had met.”
It was probably best that she never go undercover, at all, because lying was clearly not her strong point. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were jealous.”
“Well, I’m not! That would be ridiculous. I knew you had been in relationships before me.” One of these days, he’d have to teach her how to lie. Maybe not tonight, though. “Lots and lots of relationships.”
“I really wouldn’t classify them as relationships—”
“Oh, that helps!”
“You’re acting like I had a sex swing installed!”
“They make swings for that?” The exclamation didn’t sound scandalized, just a little flabbergasted and annoyed. Although it clearly came out much louder than she intended, because she immediately flushed and tried to hide her face. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”
An uncomfortable silence descended between them, the sounds of the distant Promenade hubbub almost drowning out the Ithorian chef as he puttered about his cart. If he’d been listening to their conversation, he seemed fairly nonplussed about the whole thing. Although this was Nar Shaddaa. He’d probably heard far worse on a daily basis.
For his part, Theron stared into his own box of noodles as if it somehow held the answers he was searching for. Unfortunately as he tilted his head down, that damnable hat flopped back down in his eyes. He resisted, just barely, the temptation to fling the damn thing over the side of the Promenade and into the traffic whizzing by below, as he tried to replay the argument back in his head.
As much as she insisted she wasn’t jealous, it was clear there was an element of that in play, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it aloud. Was it the fact that he’d been with other people? Or was it that he was more experienced than her in this arena? If that was it, he just found the whole concept… weird. It wasn’t like he was an expert at any of this, far from it. Although for someone who seemed innately talented at saving the galaxy, he supposed it could be intimidating. Especially if she’d never had much of a chance for a normal life, and had no idea how to go about it now. Not that he’d had one either, but in comparison to her… it must have seemed that way.
After the whole incident with the Skytrooper Helmet, he’d kind of thought they’d hashed out this particular issue. Although he guessed not every insecurity evaporated overnight, especially the ones that were seated much deeper. They had a tendency to poke and prod at you, until either you slowly chipped them away — or they did to you.
Kind of like him and the Force. Or his lack of it.
If he thought about it like that, he kind of saw a little where she was coming from. Even if she didn’t.
“I’m sorry.” Her quiet voice broke the silence. “None of this is my business nor concerns me — so it shouldn’t bother me.”
“But it does?”
She gave a small nod. “I wish it didn’t.”
“Can I ask what part?”
She pressed her lips together and gave a small shrug. “I don’t know.”
He summoned the ghost of a smile, and gently folded his hand over hers. “You don’t have to.”
She let out a long ragged breath. “It was inappropriate for me to bring up.”
“You can be a little inappropriate every now and then,” he said gently.
“But it’s not fair to put that on you.”
“Look, you’re human,” he said. “And sometimes being human means you have ugly feelings that come out occasionally, or possibly you don’t always say the right thing — like say, a certain boyfriend being kind of a Grade Aurek Ass most of tonight?”
“One bad turn doesn’t earn another.”
“No, maybe not,” he gave her a look, “but still. You’ve been pretty understanding with me throughout this whole endeavor. I think I can return the favor.”
That managed to crack a smile, and she reached forward, pushing the hat out of his eyes, hand lingering on the brim.
“Sometimes I worry,” she said after a moment’s hesitation, “that you might want something… someone… normal. One day.”
“You’re kidding, right? You’re amazing.”
“I am just me.”
“Well, if I recall correctly, ‘just you’ practically flew across a fancy restaurant earlier this evening to catch some bad guys,” he said. “I’ll take that over whatever ‘normal’ is any day of the week.”
She ducked her head, trying to hide the smile threatening to blossom.
“And even without that,” he continued on after a moment, “you’re… you.”
He wished he had a better way to articulate this point. How different she was. For him. How… special. But those words couldn’t form, no matter how much he tried to wrap his tongue around them. Perhaps a normal boyfriend would be able to get that sentiment out. Actually be able to vocalize words with actual feelings attached. But he was a far cry from one… and maybe that was closer to the actual heart of the matter.
“You know, I don’t really feel all that normal either.” It wasn’t the right thing to say… but at least he could actually say it. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
“Theron…”
“Maybe we don’t have to be,” he pressed on, “maybe we can just… be our own thing? And figure out whatever that is together.”
Grey blinked a couple of times, as if trying to fight back something caught in her eye. She seemed to finally manage it, and leant in to give him a light kiss. He brushed a hand across her cheek in return.
“I think I can manage that,” she murmured.
“Good.” He summoned a smile. “So, what do you say we finish off this oh-so-normal date?”
“I suppose we’ve already come this far,” she admitted. “Although what’s left at this point?”
“Well,” he stood up, hauling the giant bag of armor with him, “a proper gentleman would walk you to your door. Not sure if I qualify on that part though.”
“We can pretend,” she said with a smile, “just for a little while.”
She tucked herself under his arm, and they resumed their trek to the taxi stand. The journey was quiet, but the good kind. Where he could feel her head rest against him at their sedate pace and let the colored neon lights wash over them. The air may have still had a hint of smog, the entire environment artificial, but the moment was still real.
When they reached the door of her “little” Sky Palace, she flashed him a smile. “Well, we’re here.”
“That we are,” he agreed, propping his elbow up against the door, leaning into her personal space.
“So, what usually happens at this point?”
“Hmm, second date, right?”
“Let’s call it that, sure.”
“Well, if it was a good date? You might give me a kiss goodnight.”
She gave him a little grin, before letting him know just how successful the evening had been. When she broke away, he caught a mischievous glint in her eye. “And then what happens?”
“Well, we’re still pretending that I’m a proper gentlebeing, right?”
“Yep.”
“Hmm… if I were being proper, I might ask you out for a third date. Or so I hear. Not sure I ever made it that far, traditionally speaking.”
“So,” she said, adjusting his jacket collar, “what’s so different on the third date?”
“Well, it’s a lot like the second date,” he said, “but after the kiss, if you really liked me, you might invite me inside.”
“Oh is that so? For how long?”
“At least for a drink, for starters.” He bobbed his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Or the whole night. If you were up for it.”
“I see,” she said, fingers curling around the lapels of his jacket. “Perhaps we should just go ahead and finish the night off with date number three?”
He couldn’t help but grin as she pulled him inside the open door.
These are two of my many WIPs. A Bendy mug for my son and an SCP mug for my daughter. I have finished the carving since these pics were taken, but I'm working on the underglaze. SCP needs two firings, but I hope to at least get it in line for the second one before the deadline. Cuz, I have a whole shelf full of unfinished projects.
(And, yes, I know he'll have to use a straw with the bendy mug or he'll poke his eyes out)
It’s a few days after the Super Fast WIP project has ended and I’m just finding the time now to report my results (which probably gives a clue about the hectic nature of my life recently). Why does it always seem that when you decide to participate in a writing challenge, life decides to get extra chaotic?
While I didn’t finish the project I was working on, I did make progress. As I mentioned in my last report, the end does feel within sight, so that is a positive.
In ‘Risk and Reward,’ I reached the editing stage for Chapter 12 of 13. And I’ve mulled over the content of the last chapter. So, progress has been made, even if it is slow progress.
And, I’ve kept up with posting updates on Mondays.
Unexpectedly, I was also able to get a one-shot that I’ve been working on-again/off-again for a bit to the editing stage. (I’d managed to find the time to write, when I realized I didn’t have my working copy with me. So, I decided to use that time to finish this other story).
@the-wip-project thanks for organsing the event. It was definitely the boost I needed. Looking forward to the next one.
I'm slowly trying to push through my Voyager rarepair WIP for the WIP project. Still unsure I will finish it by the 24th, but at least I will have some progress on it.
The story is divided into two parts (one from each character's POV). So you will see me refer to part one or two in updates.
Between the 10th and today I have accomplished the following:
-- finished the opening scene (1)
-- have a solid idea for scene two (1)
-- started scene two (1)
-- have some new character development ideas for the other opening scene (2)
Sooo that is where it is at for now. Watch this space for hopefully more....if Sasha (muse) behaves...
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I was participating in the mini-WIP Project (@the-wip-project) that ran from Sept 10 - 24 this month. Wrote 6407 words to complete Marc Snowfrolic and the Quest for Biscuits, which is part of my 52 Project and was published today.
So there has been a lot of interest in me continuing (and finishing!) Polis Department of Criminal Justice. I am officially signing up to be part of The WIP Project. It’ll be two weeks long, and that is the story I have decided to work on! I want to finish it, and I know so many of you want to see the end! Not to mention, I may have already started planning a sequel!
So, if you are interested in finishing a fic (OR JUST WORKING ON ONE!) or an original work, go to @the-wip-project and join! I will be posting updates on my progress. Right now, we are sitting at 23 chapters I believe. Here’s to finding the end of the fic!
@midnightprelude and @whatsherfacewrites tagged me last night! w00t!
Here’s the thing I’m working on right now for In Deep...
Gotta rein these two in, and it’s hard...cuz they keep teasing each other and cracking each other up.
Anders waved his hand, dismissing her lurid implications with a little smirk. “That’s all just lies Wardens tell themselves and others to justify their wanton promiscuity…”
“Oh, wow...when did you become such a prudish Chantry sister?” Solona laughed.
“YOU MARRIED A CHANTRY SISTER!” he shouted indignantly, trying not to give her the satisfaction of his own laughter.
“Certainly not a prudish one!”
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