Thursday DE: WiP not WAP

[bjornwilde]

I am up and have fed my menagerie before caffeinating myself. I feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

ANyway, how about we talk of our writing today? Tell us about an OC you're working on. Or that plot revelation you've had recently. Or just share a bit you really enjoyed writing or are proud of.

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[aberration]

The current fic I'm working on for fics-for-as-many-Star-Wars-women-as-I-can is for Alcida-Auka, the matron of the Lanai caretakers of Ahch-To, and I am... being kind of creative about it...

It was a short distance from the village, tucked into a dry cavern cut into the nearby cliff face generations ago, and Mother asked one of the Daughters to bring her a basket and help her fill the woven nest with the remaining salted fish, two bundles of fungus, and a small loaf of Daughter Kiti's dried berry bread. With all of this wrapped and the basket strapped to her back, Mother left her Daughters, and started down the path to the sea. She turned well short of the water. The paths the Sisters kept swept and cleared were only meant for Outsiders, whose feet weren't made for the island's slopes, and whose eyes weren't made for the Shadow.

Because it was only the Sisters who were made for the Shadow. That was their pride, and so with it they sought the humility of simple work in their lives, to the sweep the paths that others' walked, cook their meals and light their hearths.

[bjornwilde]

I really like this!

[ceitfianna]

I've been working on a fic about what if Cassian and Jyn had a daughter together and have recently been writing about her asking about where they're from. I'm really happy with how its coming along.

Aleta walked home thinking about what her teacher had said. She knew her Papa was from Fest because he was always teaching her to speak Festian and sharing the foods that he liked. Her Mama even knew some Festian but her Mama didn’t talk as much about where she was from but she’d sometimes look sad at the ofreta. At home, she found her mother on her datapad, with that focus that meant she was dealing with coding. Her Papa wasn’t around, which probably meant he was out in the garage doing something with one of their ships. Aleta leaned against her mother as she worked and her mother shifted to sit closer to her then said, “Good day at school?”

“Yes, we talked about where we’re from and I don’t know where you’re from, Mama,” Aleta looked over at her mother who was quiet. Then her mother ran her fingers through Aleta’s hair, “I’ve lived a lot of places so I’ve never felt like I was from somewhere like your father is.”
“But you’ve had homes?” She didn’t like to think of her Mama not having a home, a place where she belonged.

[bjornwilde]

I really like this. The mood and slice of life is perfect.

[ceitfianna]

Thank you, this is a challenging fic but I feel like I can see the shape of it.

[zenigatcha]

I'm currently writing a shitton of Lupin fanfiction -- currently working to wrap up My fic Margins of Another Life which is a Hanahaki fic for our poor inspector to get Lung Flowers. After that I'm doing a short Lupin/Jigen for a Big Bang I joined and I have a zine piece in progress that's themed around 'Time Off', in which Zenigata has a working vacation and Lupin keeps an eye on him.

In my other work, I'm just... When I got divorced, I fell into fanfic harder than ever -- wrote in ways I just didn't while I was married. Found all the words I had lost since college had ended in 2015 and suddenly found the dam burst once the ex wasn't around to keep it shut. In the last two years I've put out multiple fics/series, several of them novel length. Really wish I could get back to my novel work but... I still have issues and confidence is one of them. Writing in a vacuum hurts too, because I left my writing group behind when I moved.

fic snippet - In The Margins of Another Life

[zenigatcha]

“Pops. Zenigata.” Lupin said each name in turn, before he dipped his voice, and invoked a name that he’d never said to Zenigata’s face before. “Koichi. Please. Help me help you.”

“Ah, there’s the Lupin that I ‘love’,” Zenigata said, laughing as it finally spilled free of him. It was a relief to have it said, then. “You aren’t thinking about anything except the treasure. The pride of the accomplishment. Another legend of Lupin III! The man who stole the inspector’s heart and his life back. Well, Arsene, let me tell you something: loving you is a death sentence.”

Lupin’s mouth opened, and worked for a moment, but no sound came from him. That was fine by Zenigata, as he had plenty to say.

“Do I love you? Ah, yes, dammit it all, yes, yes!” It was funny, and he could laugh at it now. How did he not realize, when the last thing he wanted was to pursue Lupin until the flowers made meat out of him. “I love you. I love to be so close to you, I love when you’re almost in my grasp. I love when you turn the tables and when you do good things. I love when you’re clever and just out of reach. It’s like loving cigarette smoke, Lupin.”

Re: fic snippet - In The Margins of Another Life

[bjornwilde]

Interesting...And I'm glad you've found your words!

Re: fic snippet - In The Margins of Another Life

[zenigatcha]

Hanahaki is all about the longing and the pining; it's a Japanese trope - where unspoken feelings lead to flowers growing in your lungs, slowly strangling you to death. three things can happen from there -- you confess and your feelings are reciprocated, you have the flowers and feelings cut out of you (to varying degrees of losing the heart of yourself), or you die.

Zenigata's got the lung flowers, though I switched it up with a curse, and of course, the object of his longing is Lupin... but love is more complicated than just 'I love you,' and this is the scene that really is supposed to drive that home.

Zenigata's literally choking on his feelings, and it's slowly killing him.

[bjornwilde]

I am currently in the brainstorm/infodump stage of a new story I'm trying. Basic set up is a Spider-woman story in the vein the Marvel Noir minis that came out a while ago but I'm making it my own. Rather than a noir gumshoe or crime drama, or an adventure pulp like the Iron Man noir was, I'm thinking Lovecraftian Cult pulp, though I'm still working out how to make it not racist.

Speaking of Jessica, I realized last week and the cross over looming on the canon point horizon was not Infinity as I'd thought, but Secret Wars, which she didn't take part in. I'm deciding if I wanna skip it entirely or have her and Ben Grimm (who also was not a part of the cross over) do something in a weird world.

[take_that]

I'm working on my webcomic, which I may as well plug here:
http://thebeastinthewoods.the-comic.org/

I'm also working on a Phoenix x Edgeworth fic called The Wyrm's Bridegroom , based on the Lindworm fairy tale.