heavyartillery | WIP Wednesday [2020-01-29]

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WIP Wednesday [2020-01-29]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

You all know the drill by now: trot out a piece of a work in progress you’re particularly proud of or crowdsource your troubles among the rest of the talented so-and-so’s in HBOWar fandom! Chat about creation in general or get into the nitty gritty of word choice in this one sentence that just isn’t quite clicking.

Go forth, you beautiful babies, and let’s build each other up!

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I'm working on my rare pair exchange fic so I can't say much but I could use some encouragement if anyone has any to spare? I started this fic, hated everything I wrote, and deleted it three times already. I'm REALLY hoping that the fourth time is the charm.

*huuuuugs*

I'm sorry hon.

For what it's worth, I absolutely love your writing and would be delighted to read any of your fic attempts that make it to posting. It's always easier to see the flaws in your own work than the things that other people love so just remember that there's a whole audience of people out here who'll be jazzed to see what you wrote just because you wrote it. <333

(I totally feel you on this, too. I've started this fic twice and am seriously considering scrapping what I've got to give it a third go. Prompts are great, I'm just having trouble figuring out what to do specifically.)

Having ALL the feels about these two, and really want to do the reunion fic prompted in the LLSS newsletter. I'm thinking Burgin's PoV.

However, I'm trying to get at least a draft of my fic for rairpair done before I write anything else.

However, however, I'm still poking away at the There Was Only One Bed fic, which got sort of off the rails with the sex scene, so I need to go back and rewrite a bunch, but here's a bit from earlier in:

When he came back into their cramped room, Hillbilly was sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. He wasn't slumped, but sitting at rest. When Andy closed and bolted the door, Hillbilly looked up, teeth flashing white in the dark. "Figure I oughta sleep on the floor after all, sir," he said.

Andy took a breath, tasting the air, which was cool and smelling faintly of eucalyptus pollen. The room was very dark, dark in a way that Andy hadn't known before wartime blackouts. The bit of moonlight coming in through the curtains showed only the outline of Eddie's body. Andy hesitated over the light switch, wondering if it would be easier to have this out in the dark or when he could read Hillbilly's expression. In the end, he left the light off, and went to sit at the head of the bed, leaving enough space between their bodies to seem decorous. "Worried about your virtue?" he asked carefully.

Hillbilly's head dropped forward as his hissed out a breath through his teeth. It wasn't quite a laugh. "Worried about yours, more like, sir. Can't account for something I don't know I'm doing."

It wasn't a confession, but it skirted close to being one. Andy imagined Hillbilly weighing the options: how much he trusted Andy, how much he was potentially risking, what there might be to gain. Or was that wishful thinking on Andy's part? Was Hillbilly worried that Andy might read the tension between them in a way Hillbilly did not intend, and make an unwelcome and potentially ruinous advance?

"I'm long past the age where I've any virtue left to trouble me," Andy said finally. "Though I am troubled by the possibility of stepping on you on the way to the head. It's up to you." Again, he felt like he was balancing on that ridge, close to getting somewhere, but with a precipice on either side, and Hillbilly stuck up there with him.

Unless it's a gift for me (and if it is, I'M SO EXCITED! I LOVE YOUR WRITING!), you're absolutely welcome to PM me or whatever to cry on my shoulder. I hope your new start goes well, and that you're happy with it. I'm sure that whatever you end up writing will be wonderful!

*hugs* Thank you so much for this, and also for letting me bother you on DM earlier.

I already know that I need to get better at turning off that loud and annoying internal editor voice but that's easier said than done. I'm going to remember your words, though. ♥

(Am totally here to listen if you want to discuss writing, at any time and however vaguely!)

I can neither confirm nor deny my assignment but thank you so much! ♥ And I might still cry/whine on you, but in a vague way that won't reveal anything.

I'm excited to read whatever you come up with, and I'm sure it'll be great, just like everything else you write.

Oh wow, I think you shared some of this fic before, right? (My memory is terrible so maybe not). Either way, I adore this trope and I adore what you shared here. I love getting together fics and they're so very awkwardly on the way to getting together at this point, but they just don't know it yet ♥

I'm fully cheering you on from over here. I can't wait to read more of this!

Thank you ♥

Part of the anxiety is just because it's for an exchange and I'm writing it for someone instead of just my own self-indulgence, so there is an added layer of pressure there. But I'd be lying if I said it was all that because I'm anxious all the time lol.

I counter this with the point: Your exchange fic is always great and everyone loves it.

I've more or less thrown the concept of anyone NOT guessing that I wrote the fic I'm doing for the exchange out the window. It's going to be *stunningly* obvious.

Yeah, I posted a couple bits on previous WIP Wednesdays. I'll hopefully finish it some point this month, it needs, idk, 3-4k more? But I need to redo most of the smut, as it doesn't work with the tone, so *sighs*

If you ever want/need to bounce ideas off someone I'm happy to be that person. Otherwise: still over here, cheering! *\o/*

Hahaha this sounds very promising.

Last exchange I hunted for Canadian spelling. :D

♥

That doesn't take away my constant anxiety but it's extremely nice to hear.

the end is in sight! i spent a good chunk of today hashing out scene configurations to make the ending of my current baberoe wip tie up the loose ends i need tied. i've got maybe... 9? more scenes to go? give or take the whims of inspiration.

\o/

Woo! Go, Kaa, go!!

A little late to the party, but I started poking at a Golden Age superhero AU a couple weeks ago when I was down in the dumps and needed to cheer myself up a little bit, so have reporters Web and Johnny Martin facing off about a new hero in their local hotspot of Chicago:

“What new cape?” Johnny asked, risking a narrow glance up at Webster.

Webster hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “The guy down in Riverdale.”

Johnny huffed a sigh, shuffling his notes into a neat, if still slightly sodden, stack before leaning back in his chair. He folded his hands in his lap and arched an eyebrow up at Webster, who was doing a decent impression of looking amiably earnest without any ulterior motive, though Johnny knew him well enough by now to be sure that there was some darker purpose lurking under the surface of this exchange.

“Ain’t no guy in Riverdale."

“No?” Webster asked, eyebrows quirking. “You sure about that? My source tells me he stopped a corner store robbery a couple days ago and trussed up a mugger last night, left him outside the local precinct.”

Johnny tapped his thumbs together and put his head to one side, considering. Hand-delivery wasn’t quite the man’s style, but he suggested, “We got the Tin Soldier in Hegewisch. That who you’re thinking of?”

“No,” Webster shook his head, squinting in thought. “No, this guy is definitely in Riverdale. Dresses up like a - ” he swirled a hand around in the air, “ - a cowboy or something?”

“I don’t think so,” Johnny said. “We only got a handful of capes in the Windy City, and don’t none of ‘em look like they just walked in off the range.”

“Maybe you missed one,” Webster offered with a shrug.

Johnny stared him down and held up a hand with one finger outstretched. “There’s the Tin Soldier, like I said.” He unfurled another finger, and then another, and another as he listed off names. “You got the Baron working the Gold Coast and that guy in Lakeview that can change shapes.” The shape-shifter was new enough to the Chicago scene that he hadn’t earned a moniker, yet, but folks up there seem to like him so Johnny doubted it would be long now. “Then you got All-Star in Old Town, and Fleetfoot and the Green Knight in Canaryville. That’s all the capes we got.” He considered for a second and conceded, “Except for maybe a guy out in Grant Park.” He raised a hand and see-sawed it back and forth. “But I ain’t found him yet, if he even exists at all.”

A muscle in Webster’s cheek twitched when Johnny mentioned Grant Park but he didn’t say anything about it, just pulled his mouth down into an exaggerated frown and gave a little shrug. “Huh,” he sighed. “Well. My mistake, I guess.” He flashed Johnny a small, self-satisfied smirk. “Sorry to interrupt your morning.”

I am so excited for this fic. This is such a beautiful, bittersweet moment and I really love the palpable tension you've managed to infuse throughout the scene. It's almost another fully-fleshed character in the room there with them in a way that hurts but also makes me want to cheer them through at the same time.

Also, LOVE this line, lol:

"I'm long past the age where I've any virtue left to trouble me," Andy said finally.

I WANT THIS SO MUCH!

Thank you! I'm generally pretty happy with it, though need to kick it in edits and write the ending. Hopefully I actually finish it at some point soon.

So I may or may not be attempting to write the Webgott Sharknado AU that was one of the Loose Lips Sink Ships memorial prompts this time...

AHAHAHAHA!! Yeeeessss!!! I cannot wait to see what you come up with!

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