#wip files

For the wip game historical 1800 AU Hunger games please :)

Ooh! I’d LOVE to talk about this idea.

I actually have multiple ideas for a fic around the 1800s, but this one has more detail than my other ones, which is why I added it to my wip list.

In this fic premise, Katniss belongs to an Indigenous tribe Native to the Appalachian mountains (I’ll need to learn a lot more about indigenous history and specific tribes before deciding upon which one) and Peeta lives in a village nearby, coming from a group of European settlers in conflict with her own people. Katniss’s mother also originally belongs to this same group of settlers, but like in canon, she ran away to be with Burdock.

What kicks off the story is Peeta injuring his leg pretty badly, causing him to need a doctor, except the doctor in his village recently passed away. So, in need of medical attention, he is taken to Asterid, since she is the healer in the local tribe. This is when he first meets Katniss officially. He knew her casually growing up because of their relative proximity to one another, and because of a prophecy he was given as a little boy about the woman he would marry: “A black haired beauty with the voice of an angel. When she sings, even the birds in the heavens will fall silent.”

This meeting between the two of them is what begins the off-set of their slow-burn romance. One of the main things in the way of their connection is the burgeoning tension between their two groups of people, one that will eventually lead to a violent conflict neither of them want any part of. We’re going HARD on the star crossed lovers theme in this one.

Some other characters involved in the story are:

-Haymitch, the tribe’s local hermit with a tragic past

-Coriolanus Snow, the recent leader of the English settlers desperate to establish “order” in the new colonies

-Gale Hawthorne, Katniss’s hunting partner and would be fiancée (if she hadn’t adamantly denied him)

-Judge Undersee, who secretly does business with the Native people (against the wishes of the white settlers)

-Mrs. Mellark, Peeta’s evangelical mother with a deep distaste for anything “heathen”

Rules: Make a new post with 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, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. A day at the Forest house- harlots of autumn

2. Neris 6- chapter 6 of the price you pay for power

3. Caris - for that anon who probably has given up on me by now 😂😅

4. FTSTBWR- Eris and Az fic chapter 6

5. The Vanserra whores- more harlots of Autumn catch all

6. Political alliance - reader/Eris fic

7. Fiddle- spring time affairs fic

8. Nessian rom books -idk if I’ll ever finish this one

9. Angst Eris because - CW child loss

10. The hidden romance of Eris Vanserra

I have more but I limited myself to ten. Oof who hasn’t been tagged???? 🫠 I’ve been out all evening. @shadowdaddies @pit-and-the-pen @ninthcircleofprythian @teddyhoneybear @mrs-illyrian-baby @mika-no-sekai-blog @fieldofdaisiies @praetorqueenreyna @tilseptemberends @thisblogisaboutabook

Okay, so I had this idea where Toffee airs her grievances to Betty in the form of a letter. There's not much in the file, just some notes/bullets. Here they are:

-Toffee is unhappy with the management/staff/Betty.

-She's particularly miffed that Betty left her in the care of Glen. Toffee doesn't like Glen. He's not mean to her or whatever, he just sucks.

-Toffee somehow got out for a period of time (two weeks? a month? who knows? it's Riverdale so it doesn't matter). Maybe Glen/Betty didn't know she had a trick to get out. Or Glen's just dumb and left the door/window open.

-She braved the woods around Quantico (are there woods around Quantico?).

-Either she's smart and adapted quickly, or this was not the first time she went rogue in the woods for a period of time without Betty's knowledge (i think i like second option better).

-She joined a gang of cats and they did things (not sure what or whether they were for good, evil, or somewhere in between). She quickly ascended to a leadership position.

-She eventually came back to the apartment or somehow returned to Betty (maybe someone found her and ran her chip?).

-She's now stuck in Riverdale. She thinks this is the least desirable situation she's been in yet since meeting Betty.

-Complains about Riverdale, the Cooper household, the neighbors, the food, the Chicles wedding, etc.

Ooh, ok so I have actually written the very final scene for this but I won’t post it just in case I do get around to finishing the fic eventually.

This is very loosely inspired by the film “The Man They Could Not Hang” which stars Boris Karloff as a scientist who has developed a way of bringing people back from the dead but is interrupted by the police mid experiment resulting in the death of his lab assistant. He is then tried and executed for murder but his other assistant brings him back to life and he then seeks revenge on all who wronged him by luring them to his house to kill them via a series of booby traps.

The idea is that in this fic, rather than his guilt eating away at him over the years, it is Phineas’ bitter fury at the people who drove him to exile that fuels him (more than in canon . . .) and when he brings the Captain out of stasis he is focused on revenge rather than saving the colonists. He spots Jaq’s regard for him very early on and uses this to manipulate them into helping him lure his former colleagues and members of the Board into a series of traps so that he can kill them all. 

Oooh, you picked the oddball! 😄 Okay, so this one is totally different than anything else I’ve been working on, and I’ve been working on it on and off for a while...it’s sort of a chapter fic, with bits that are actually based on things that really happened over my years of hanging out in NYC and the music scene, with Reeves as my chosen character (he just seemed to work the best.) I’m not really sure what’s going to happen with it, it’s weird writing about actual things in my life, but...it’s there and eventually (hopefully) it will be something.

The title is the name of my favorite song by The Jayhawks. For the parts I’ve written so far, it plays a big role.

Sometimes its a really hilarious game in my WIP folders of where was I going with this? Particularly if I only have a couple hundred words. Did I cut it out of a longer work? Was it supposed to be a stand alone? Was this a weird sequel? Take the below:

"You never answered my question."

Caroline's shoulders went tight at the unexpected interruption of her walk. She’d wanted a few minutes to think, to breathe. Teeth clenched, she ground out her response, not bothering to slow her pace. “That could be because you snapped my neck."

Klaus moved into step with her, hands clasped behind his back. He seemed unconcerned with her dismissal, the rage tightening the press of her lips. Instead, he considered the backdrop of the woods around them for long moments before his head angled in her direction.

"You fit here."

"I grew up here," Caroline pointed out, picking her way through the trees. “This is my home.”

"I too was born here," Klaus said mildly. "But I do not belong among these woods, fit among these landscapes."

Caroline heaved out a breath, stopped. "Is there a point to this? Will you be offering to bury me here next?"

"For a creature so determined to ignore her monster, you are delightfully morbid." Klaus murmured, watching her from laughing eyes. "I like it."

His words struck a chord, left her mouth dry for reasons she didn't understand, a strange echo silencing the wildlife. His head canted, eyes narrowing as his gaze flickered around them. "A trap, sweetheart?"

"No," she said firmly, continuing forward in the hopes to leave him behind. "And don't call me that.”

Klaus laughed softly. “Brave of you, to make demands.”

"To be clear, I'm not helping you." Her words were harsh as she spun on her heel and started to walk home. "Elena is my friend. I care about her. Whatever your plan - whatever game you’re playing, no."

Klaus was in front of her so quickly, her hands slammed into his chest. The heat of him burned her palms as she backed away. He let her, brows drawn together. "What is it I see in you, little Caroline Forbes, that I have not yet killed you?"