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talesofsorrowandofruin · 1 year

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Yet Another WIP Intro

“This isn’t going to be a whole series,” I said. Now I haven’t even written the second instalment and I’m already planning the third one 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Title: Houses Full of Deceit

Genre: Not quite a murder mystery because the murderer’s identity isn’t a secret.. more of a thriller I guess?

Setting: An alternate history version of 1918 where WW1 never happened.

Summary: An assassin kills an entire family by shooting them in the head. All the evidence points to Leopold Colman. At least, until Leopold turns up on Seo Yo-han’s doorstep with a very strange story: someone is framing him, and his life is at risk.

Status: Complete (posted on Wattpad and AO3)

Taglist: @lightgriffinsect, @oh-no-another-idea, @kittensartswriting, @akindofmagictoo, @cljordan-imperium

(Let me know in a comment or reblog if you want to be added to/removed from the taglist!)

Fun facts:

Yes, this is mostly just an excuse to bring back Leo and ship him with Phil. So sue me :P

The main inspiration is Hitchcock’s films, especially The Man Who Knew Too Much and North By Northwest.

Adding Moth’s and Glass’s taglists in case you’re interested: @akindofmagictoo, @lightgriffinsect, @original-writing, @zonnemaagd, @boldnightmarishreverbs, @oh-no-another-idea, @verba-writing, @writingpotato07, @sarahlizziewrites

#WIP intro #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: houses #WIP: deceit #WIP: moth #WIP: glass #I really need a name for this series now that it's definitely turning into a series #maybe The Case-files of Seo Yo-han

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ikiprian · 3 months

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Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

#they get on like a house on fire after this convo #danny totally gets to meet the titans #do you guys ever think about titans tomorrow #dcxdp #dpxdc #kipwrite #kipsnip #danny fenton #tim drake #prompt #dead tired ship #<- up to interpretation really #honestly not much of a wip tho this was just a warm up #but warm up wednesday doesnt sound as good

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lonisaiou · 3 months

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many many unfinished work arghhh mmostly lumity

#myart #wip #toh amity #toh luz #lumity fanart #king toh #toh fanart #the owl house #the owl house fanart #luz noceda #amity blight #king clawthorne

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thevoidstaredback · 2 months

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Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

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notemaker · 9 months

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Imagine building a family in a terrible world. Some of you die sooner, and you try to make it work. Then everyone, everything is gone, you have less than a minute to process that, and you're alone. Except it's worse! Because your family will be there, but suddenly you're not part of it. The house is in front of you and you don't have the keys.

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gureiti · 10 months

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Please take a bath correctly.

#hiiii thanks for liking my wip ;-;#chulip #chulip fanart #poor boy #leo chulip #leo #turtle house #playstation 2 #ps2 #background art #bathhouse #bath house #japanese onsen #onsen

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matcha-mix · 5 months

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Dragonstone Baela and Vale Rhaena

#house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaena of pentos #rhaena targaryen #rhaena velaryon #baela targaryen #baela velaryon #baela and rhaena #daemon targeryan #game of thrones #art #unfinished wip #driftmark #vale #dragonstone

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vulcan-moon · 2 years

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tumblr can have a wip, as a treat

#i'll finish this eventually #until then #hands u all this lol #hunter toh #hunter noceda #toh #the owl house #fanart #my art #digital art #wip #caleb wittebane #golden guard #this is mainly a lighting test ive got flats in another file #i want it to have the vibes of a ghost investigation photo fjdjg

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yosb · 9 months

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been so obsessed lately with young griff/aegon "blackfyre" targaryen vi... its bc the idea of a pisswater peasant, a Foreign girl, and a bastard becoming the next targaryen triumvirate is... Rad As Hell, Actually

#asoiaf #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #young griff #jon snow #a song of ice and fire #house targaryen #costume design #(wip)

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vforvielka · 26 days

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vinny sketches

#hope yall like wips in this house #ff7 #vincent valentine #final fantasy vii #final fantasy #sketch #wip

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 1 year

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WIP Wedursday Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @27fanficlilies! :D

Rules: post up to five filenames of your WIPs. Post a snippet (written within the last seven days) from them. After you've posted, people can send you an ask or comment with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences from that file.

Instead of filenames, I’ll post chapter titles instead:

Silver Glass Flashback Act 1 (warning for body horror, gruesome injuries, minor character death, children being exposed to appalling things... horror all around, really):

He doesn't remember what happened to his mother. He remembers his sister shoving him to the ground beside a dead man and lying on top of him. The man's abdomen is sliced open. He tries to move away so he isn't so close to the man's intestines spilling out of the wound. She tightens her grip and refuses to let him move. Flies crawl over both of them.

The mob thinks they're dead. It passes them by.

Silver Glass Flashback Act 2:

It's a mercy humans can't see the future. As he and Louis drive to Framley Manor David has no feeling of impending disaster. His thoughts are taken up with Alec: wondering how to act when they meet again, worrying if his feelings are an infatuation after all, afraid he might not come after all.

His worries are groundless. Alec arrives five minutes after they do. David's heart skips a beat when he sees him. Then Alec smiles at him, and he smiles back, and he knows it's more than a crush.

Louis is looking from one to the other and grinning knowingly. David elbows him in the ribs.

Silver Glass Flashback Act 3 (warning for homophobia):

"Alec— Alexander and I are friends. I'm doing some research for him."

"Is that what you call it? I've seen those letters you write him. I never would have thought my brother would lower himself to... to whoring himself out!"

David jumps up. He very nearly slaps her. He stops himself in time. She glares up at him.

"How did you see my letters?" he demands.

"I've watched this house for a week, ever since I found where you are. When you were out I picked the lock and went through the house. You shouldn't leave your letters in your desk if you don't want your filthy secrets discovered. I could forgive you if you did it out of necessity," she continues sadly, "but those letters! You enjoyed letting him... And you want to do it again!"

David feels as if she's stripped him naked. In a way she's done worse than that. She's discovered the most private, intimate parts of his life, meant to be shared only by him and Alec, and is using them to attack him.

"You spied on me," he says, "you read letters that had nothing to do with you, and now you come and insult me in my husband's home? Yes," he adds in reply to her reaction, "he is my husband in every way that counts, whether the law recognises us or not."

Silver Glass Chapter 4:

"That was a horrible experience," Phil said.

Behind them the house loomed like some fairy-tale monster. The curtains were drawn so the only light was from the streetlamps below.

"Indeed," Mr. Seo said.

"Have you solved the mystery?"

"Not entirely. I'm still unsure if Mrs. Lennox is poisoning her husband. But whatever the answer, my advice will be the same: they should get a divorce."

That was the most sensible thing Phil had heard all night. "I think she is poisoning him. You didn't hear how she talked. She was very insulting about you, and she implied something nasty about her husband. I don't know what she meant."

Houses Full of Deceit Chapter 1:

It was an uncomfortable fact that Seo Yo-han was bored.

He had no good reason to be bored. He'd solved a very delicate case for the Korean government three months ago. In gratitude they'd offered him a palatial manor (which he'd refused), a government post (which he'd refused), a million-won reward (which he'd refused), and finally — probably out of sheer desperation to find something he wouldn't refuse — a modest house in a quiet neighbourhood, and a six-month holiday from crime-solving.

At first Yo-han had thought it was a dream come true. The police department had orders to never refer cases to him. Other detectives were getting an opportunity to prove themselves. And best of all, Yo-han didn't have to puzzle over evidence and alibis. He could do anything he wanted.

The trouble was that as soon as he got this freedom he didn't know what to do with it. Most days he sat at home and did crosswords in English, German and Russian. For variety he went for a walk around the neighbourhood, occasionally went to the theatre or cinema, and tried a different restaurant every day.

It was no use. He had to face facts, and the facts were that he wanted a mystery to solve.

Tagging @euphoniouspandemonium, @dragon-swords-prophecies, @akindofmagictoo, @moonluringfrost, @eccaiia, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

#tag game #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: glass #WIP: houses

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bananahkim · 7 months

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