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a year end wip review
Nov. 19th, 2020 01:24 amwelcome, adoring audience, to dia's 2020 year end wip review. in january i posted this, detailing wips i planned to post in 2020. ironically enough the only fic in this that ended up finished and posted was be combative/be sweet which ended up a WOPPING 14000+ words.
here's how i'm structuring this:
title: one summer, ten summers (wonhui)
word count: 2474
commentary: hmm this one hit me out the left field tbh! it's the seratonin induction of the lbagcu!!!
a line i loved: no particular line but i think i did a good job of making the kids... children?
title: show 'em out (seokgyu)
word count: 1814
commentary: wow remember evil earthshaker? remember the pile of truly deranged wips i drafted at this point in time? this is the extent of my commentary
title: be combative/be sweet (seokhao)
word count: 14525
commentary: holy shiiiiiiit. you know, this is three times the projected word count i had for it. where do i even begin with this monster--i think it's genuinely my longest fic ever? i really really loved writing it honestly; i've always toyed with the idea of people in established relationships playing at being strangers and the extension of actual knowledge of the relationship being applied but this was so much more than that. i think in the second chapter it becomes something very tender and falls in the line with lbag; seokhao truly are the wonhui foil in that their worries are so
a line i loved:
This is their language too; one of bodies, consonants and vowels marked along limbs, one they are fluent in. || Both of them greedy for an all-consuming love, an unfaltering devotion, one that hasn’t diminished in the slightest since their life went from Seokmin’s cramped childhood bedroom to a 2 bd-1 ba in Mapo to a 5 bd-3 ba in Gangnam, carefully transplanted into every home they’ve occupied and growing into the space. || “South Korea’s most beloved DILF has joined us!” || ...every mark as heavy a claim as their jewelry, tell the world watching that Minghao is Seokmin’s as much as Seokmin is Minghao’s.
title: our hands speak (seoksol)
word count: 3942
commentary: this fic ended up surprisingly longer than i expected it to. i'm also v neutral on it because it was my worst writing of 2020 i think, in the sense that i'm not very happy with it. i think it could be better if revisited and edited to be more in line with intricate rituals of queer identity
a line i loved:
This translates into Mingyu’s hands on Seokmin, a language she learns by immersion alone, lingering touches, the wide span of Mingyu’s hands over the narrowest part of Seokmin’s waist, lingering fingertips at the nape of Seokmin’s neck and a firm press at the base of Seokmin’s spine. || Jeonghan is much like a lighthouse; no matter how far Seokmin gets from the harbor, there’s a light to guide her home. || Seokmin, on the other hand, is volatile and insecure at times, runs her mouth given an opportunity, unpredictable like a cyclone, just as likely to sob as she is to laugh.
title: watermelon sugar high (gyuhao)
word count: 4988
commentary: for the amount of grief this fic gave me [i was worried isi would hate it] the end result was something soooo beautiful. my language, i think, is best couched in dictionaries i know and one of those dictionaries is undeniably food. the decision to set it in thailand was intentional as was the choice to integrate seasian fruits in the imagery & metaphor, because... well there's nothing sexy about hollandaise but there is a lot of sexy in durian. to me. i'm really proud of this fic as a writer & artist and ngl... slightly dissapointed in it's reception outside of what my friends gave me because of it.
a line i loved:
Minghao has been compared to durian more than once, prickly on the outside but worth the labor for the yield. Mingyu, who Minghao knows for a fact has never cracked open a durian before, handles Minghao like a pro. It’s a growing realization: Minghao is halfway in love with Mingyu. || In his mind’s eye, the moment crystallizes itself as a painting. Humble devotee feeds young god. Humble devotee pays tribute. Humble devotee offers love in bite-sized pieces, a willingness to be swallowed and understood.
title: unholy what you know (iwaoi)
word count: 3084
commentary: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw. i am SO ridiculously affected by iwaoi real true love. that's all.
a line i loved:
An absolute certainty: the physics of a ball from fingertips to palm, the devotion carried over oceans, the knowledge that there will always be a love to come home to.
here's how i'm structuring this:
- fic posted in 2020 so far + wordcounts & commentary
- fic i hope to post before the end of the year
- fic i aim to post next year
- possible fest fic
commentary on earthshaker 2020
title: no dull promise (markren)
word count: 2791
commentary: honestly... i don't think i can ever recreate the creative setting that pushed me into writing this work. while bc/bs had a lot more thought and intent put into it, this one was just feverish writing at it's best. i look back at it and see holes but past that i have a deep fondness for this fic.
a line i loved:
“What do you want now, Mark Lee? What could you possibly be left wanting?”
word count: 2791
commentary: honestly... i don't think i can ever recreate the creative setting that pushed me into writing this work. while bc/bs had a lot more thought and intent put into it, this one was just feverish writing at it's best. i look back at it and see holes but past that i have a deep fondness for this fic.
a line i loved:
“What do you want now, Mark Lee? What could you possibly be left wanting?”
You, he bites down. Blood in mouth. Renjun’s cologne in his nose. Renjun’s waist cradled against his palm. The wanting never left, you see, instead it stained Mark with something, so when you put Mark under luminol, he lights up; Renjun all over Mark like a crime scene. The charges? Love.
title: one summer, ten summers (wonhui)
word count: 2474
commentary: hmm this one hit me out the left field tbh! it's the seratonin induction of the lbagcu!!!
a line i loved: no particular line but i think i did a good job of making the kids... children?
title: show 'em out (seokgyu)
word count: 1814
commentary: wow remember evil earthshaker? remember the pile of truly deranged wips i drafted at this point in time? this is the extent of my commentary
title: be combative/be sweet (seokhao)
word count: 14525
commentary: holy shiiiiiiit. you know, this is three times the projected word count i had for it. where do i even begin with this monster--i think it's genuinely my longest fic ever? i really really loved writing it honestly; i've always toyed with the idea of people in established relationships playing at being strangers and the extension of actual knowledge of the relationship being applied but this was so much more than that. i think in the second chapter it becomes something very tender and falls in the line with lbag; seokhao truly are the wonhui foil in that their worries are so
a line i loved:
This is their language too; one of bodies, consonants and vowels marked along limbs, one they are fluent in. || Both of them greedy for an all-consuming love, an unfaltering devotion, one that hasn’t diminished in the slightest since their life went from Seokmin’s cramped childhood bedroom to a 2 bd-1 ba in Mapo to a 5 bd-3 ba in Gangnam, carefully transplanted into every home they’ve occupied and growing into the space. || “South Korea’s most beloved DILF has joined us!” || ...every mark as heavy a claim as their jewelry, tell the world watching that Minghao is Seokmin’s as much as Seokmin is Minghao’s.
title: our hands speak (seoksol)
word count: 3942
commentary: this fic ended up surprisingly longer than i expected it to. i'm also v neutral on it because it was my worst writing of 2020 i think, in the sense that i'm not very happy with it. i think it could be better if revisited and edited to be more in line with intricate rituals of queer identity
a line i loved:
This translates into Mingyu’s hands on Seokmin, a language she learns by immersion alone, lingering touches, the wide span of Mingyu’s hands over the narrowest part of Seokmin’s waist, lingering fingertips at the nape of Seokmin’s neck and a firm press at the base of Seokmin’s spine. || Jeonghan is much like a lighthouse; no matter how far Seokmin gets from the harbor, there’s a light to guide her home. || Seokmin, on the other hand, is volatile and insecure at times, runs her mouth given an opportunity, unpredictable like a cyclone, just as likely to sob as she is to laugh.
title: watermelon sugar high (gyuhao)
word count: 4988
commentary: for the amount of grief this fic gave me [i was worried isi would hate it] the end result was something soooo beautiful. my language, i think, is best couched in dictionaries i know and one of those dictionaries is undeniably food. the decision to set it in thailand was intentional as was the choice to integrate seasian fruits in the imagery & metaphor, because... well there's nothing sexy about hollandaise but there is a lot of sexy in durian. to me. i'm really proud of this fic as a writer & artist and ngl... slightly dissapointed in it's reception outside of what my friends gave me because of it.
a line i loved:
Minghao has been compared to durian more than once, prickly on the outside but worth the labor for the yield. Mingyu, who Minghao knows for a fact has never cracked open a durian before, handles Minghao like a pro. It’s a growing realization: Minghao is halfway in love with Mingyu. || In his mind’s eye, the moment crystallizes itself as a painting. Humble devotee feeds young god. Humble devotee pays tribute. Humble devotee offers love in bite-sized pieces, a willingness to be swallowed and understood.
title: unholy what you know (iwaoi)
word count: 3084
commentary: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw. i am SO ridiculously affected by iwaoi real true love. that's all.
a line i loved:
An absolute certainty: the physics of a ball from fingertips to palm, the devotion carried over oceans, the knowledge that there will always be a love to come home to.
commentary on earthshaker of nov-dec 2020
title/concept: in memory
pairing/fandom: hinaoi || hq
epigraph/snippet:
Oikawa lives life with one foot across the threshold of memory at all times.
additional notes: i wrote such a killer opening for this, in comparison to my regular openings, that i've kind of lost steam? like can anything else i write be as good as the opening? i will, however, persevere, because i love the idea of memory & the passage of time
Oikawa lives life with one foot across the threshold of memory at all times.
additional notes: i wrote such a killer opening for this, in comparison to my regular openings, that i've kind of lost steam? like can anything else i write be as good as the opening? i will, however, persevere, because i love the idea of memory & the passage of time
title/concept: myth of devotion
pairing/fandom: sakuushi || hq
epigraph/snippet:
You know this part of the story: Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and ten centimeters taller than the average middle schools volleyball player. Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and has a southpaw spike that’s as powerful as it is unpredictable; every spike booms like a bolt from Zeus himself. Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and at so tender an age, family cleaved by an entire ocean, he is called a god. Or a monster, depending on who you ask. The burden stays the same no matter which side the coin lands on.
You know this part of the story: Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and ten centimeters taller than the average middle schools volleyball player. Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and has a southpaw spike that’s as powerful as it is unpredictable; every spike booms like a bolt from Zeus himself. Ushijima Wakatoshi is fourteen and at so tender an age, family cleaved by an entire ocean, he is called a god. Or a monster, depending on who you ask. The burden stays the same no matter which side the coin lands on.
additional notes: i might hold this out for haikyuu jukebox and only post in memory for the rest of 2020, but i'm entirely undecided. the problem right now is i'm not sure what i want this fic to be; is it enough to have a character study of vignetted moments and a tender shower scene + tender sex? i say yes.
commentary on earthshaker 2021
title/concept: fact or weapon?
pairing/fandom: ushikage || hq
epigraph/snippet:
"Kageyama," Tsukishima says, low and slow when he's particularly intent on driving in how stupid he thinks Kageyama is. "You mean to tell me that Ushijima-san has been visiting you twice a month in the past four months and moonlighting as your housekeeper when he's not playing for Warszawa?"
"Kageyama," Tsukishima says, low and slow when he's particularly intent on driving in how stupid he thinks Kageyama is. "You mean to tell me that Ushijima-san has been visiting you twice a month in the past four months and moonlighting as your housekeeper when he's not playing for Warszawa?"
additional notes: idk how to explain this one. this intricate 5d courting chess ritual between you, your former upperclassman and inter-prefecture rival and teammate and captain of your olympics team. i was initially considering making this ~prosey~ but i think i'll be leaning into the full rom-com hilarity of the pairing instead.
title/concept: california, you're my last hope
pairing/fandom: iwaoi || hq
epigraph/snippet:
"So," Iwaizumi stutters. "I don't think I can make it Brazil, Tooru." Oikawa feels like all the oxygen in the atmosphere has been used up; no one says Tooru the way Iwaizumi does.
"So," Iwaizumi stutters. "I don't think I can make it Brazil, Tooru." Oikawa feels like all the oxygen in the atmosphere has been used up; no one says Tooru the way Iwaizumi does.
additional notes: dia iwaoi california fic!!! periodt!!!
title/concept: edge of our hope
pairing/fandom: 97z || svt
epigraph/snippet: Minghao has his back to them, waist deep in the water, head tipped back. The sunrise blurs him at the edges; Minghao caught between the threshold of this world and another.
additional notes: can't say much without spoilers but just thinking about the writing and editing process of this fic is giving me a headache
title/concept: forget the body
pairing/fandom: seokhao || svt
epigraph/snippet:
“Promise me you will never force my hand,” Seokmin commands. Her eyes are deep, lovely, golden in the setting sun.
“Promise me you will never force my hand,” Seokmin commands. Her eyes are deep, lovely, golden in the setting sun.
“Xinai, that is a lot to promise.”
“Promise me. I could not kill you,” Seokmin’s confession is honest.
additional notes: i need to heavily rework the plot of this fic...... it's too much fucking worldbuilding at the moment that i'm too lazy to do.
possible fests:
i think 2020 gave me fest exhaustion, but i am still considering:
- haikyuu jukebox
- kpop olymfic
