#WIP wednesday game

[whimsicalmeerkat]

These are from my ‘time fuckery’ fic. Sentences for @auburnlaughter @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin and @wizisbored. Thanks for making me write!

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He accepts the hug from Derek. He draws back when he finds himself wanting to wallow in it. This isn’t his Derek, and as much as he’s glad this Derek will never feel all of that pain, he can’t help but be reminded that his Derek is gone. No one but Stiles even remembers him. It’s hard to take. 

Something of his thoughts must show on his face, because Derek hugs him harder. Stiles doesn’t know what to do. He finds himself looking at Peter, but he proves to be no help. He almost looks fond. It makes Stiles realize just how much he never knew about Peter. It’s too much.

“OK, well, this has been grand, but I’ve gotta go!”

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

It’s that time again! All sentences fill asks made in the WIP Wednesday Game community. This first batch is from devil don’t take a break. The asks were from @quietly-sleeping @zyrafowe-sny @balthazarusrex @nightwings-neighbor and @kalira. Thanks for making me write!

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Stiles is noticeably quiet on the drive to a part of town John rarely sees at night. It’s industrial, but it’s new enough it hasn’t picked up a reputation of being a good spot for crime. Other than teens getting bored and tagging up every wall in sight, that is. He sends a look in Stiles’ direction. He’s always suspected his son might have a bent in that direction if something pushed him just right.

When John sees Stiles is anxiously chewing on his hoodie string and jiggling his leg so fast it looks like it hurts, he wishes some light vandalism was the worst thing he had to face with Stiles.

“We’re almost there,” John tells Stiles, trying to project a calm he doesn’t feel.

Stiles just nods and worries the string with his teeth.

“It had to have been the Argents, but the MO is wrong,” Stiles says suddenly.

“What do you mean?” John asks, curious how much Stiles knows about the famous hunting family.

“Chris favors crossbows,” Stiles says. “That’s what he shot Scott with and Allison is some sort of champion archer. Why would he suddenly use a sniper rifle?”

“The Argents are arms dealers, albeit legal ones,” John tells Stiles, hopping he doesn’t end up regretting it. “Chris is probably trained in all kinds of weapons. You can’t assume you know what he’ll use in a given scenario.”

[kedreeva]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

@fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

@oitreewrites @post-and-out @writingattheedge @qqaba @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside

@princescar @tigerdragon1001 @@agent-p-writes

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/30

@wizisbored - your words from dr haruhi crossover!

The summer progresses as expected.

Junko just isn’t there half the time, which pisses Haruhi off to no end, and when she is there, she’s got her boyfriend with her, which isn’t much better.  It doesn’t take up her whole mind, and it’s not the only thing she’s thinking about, because she isn’t thinking about it at all, thank you very much, but it’s noticeable.  Every time Junko isn’t there, she’s off.  Every time Yasuke is there, she’s mad.

It’s supposed to be the best summer ever – it’s the only summer they’ll have as first years, and they should be making the most of it!

But it sucks.

[theembergazer]

wip wednesday time travel au lines

(I FINISHED THE CHAPTER WOO)

@quietly-sleeping @auburnlaughter @asha10100101010 @whimsicalmeerkat @lonesome-greenery @loyal-house-of-lupin @wizisbored @zyrafowe-sny @aparticularbandit @somefishycat @allofthebeanz @stonemaskedtaliesin @tamsinswriting

A midnight blue spread across the sky, slowly being covered by the grey haze of the city as we drew ever closer to our destination. The hub of our country.

I relaxed, closing my eyes, and letting the quiet buzz of people talking in the train blur into the background, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Screeeech!

I jerked awake to the piercing squeal of the brakes, followed by a soft hiss as the doors slid open. Forcing my eyes open, I hauled myself off the floor of the train, just to be shoved back against the wall as the crowd of people packed inside the carriage all tried to cram out of the single doorway. I was happy to wait a bit longer before getting off, and shook Elin awake so she could... why is she coming to the city?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and helped her up, just as the last of the crowd got off the train. I checked I had everything, and stepped off the train. And was immediately bombarded with a row of gates, and security right behind that.

The gates needed my train ticket, so I rooted around in my pockets for mine, and the security presumably required my passport, which I also managed to find. As I took a confident step forwards, I felt a tug on my sleeve and turned around to see Elin looking at me with a confused stare. I realised she must have never been to a city before, so I reached for her bag, but she pulled it back away from me. I tried again, only to have her move it out of my reach yet again. "If you don't know what to do, then I can help you," I told her, "but I need to look through your bag to find what you need."

She looked down at her bag, then back up at me, and reluctantly held out her backpack for me to open. I rummaged through the bag, finding her passport, with her train ticket stuffed inside it, and handed it out to her after closing up the bag.

Taking the passport from me, she gave a soft nod, which I took as a thank you, and started walking to the gates, but I stopped her before she got anywhere. "I'll show you what to do if you don't know how to work the gates - just follow and watch me," I said.

I pulled out my train ticket and walked towards the gates. Putting the ticket on the scanner and waiting for it to turn green, I gestured for Elin to do the same on the free gate next to me, before heading through as the small glass gates parted to let me into the city. Or, more accurately, to the security blocking my entrance to the city.

Elin came up to me again once she had gotten through the gates after looking at it curiously for a long minute, and I led her through the crowds, following the glowing green sign on the ceiling to the security assistance lane, which was crammed against the wall of the station.

"You can use sign language to talk to him," I said, waving my hand at the security officer behind the glass. "He'll be able to understand you."

She nodded, and started talking with the officer while I made my way to the back of the queue for the security lane next to hers. After standing in one spot, occasionally shuffling forwards once in a while, listening to the clunking of numerous other trains arriving at the station, I finally made it to the front of the line, facing the officer who was my only barrier into the city, into safety. As safe as I could ever be anyway.

"Passport," the officer said, holding out his hand.

I gave my passport over to him and he held it up to the glass, comparing me to the photo on the page.

"What brings you to the city?" he asked.

"I just wanted to have a fresh start," I replied.

"And what are you going to do here?"

"Hopefully start a business, maybe a shop... Who knows?" I said, with a short laugh.

He grunted, and slid my passport back to me under the glass. "Welcome to [name of city here bc I haven't decided on the name yet]," he said, waving me through the doorway. “Next!”

I quickly walked through the doorway and saw Elin hovering by the exit, looking unsure of something. I quickly called out her name, went to join her at the exit, and stepped out of the station into the city beyond.

I was through.

I made it.

I was finally in [city name here bc I still haven't decided].

[eriquin]

WIP Weekend

I'm trying to be creative. I should probably knit, too. But anyway, if you don't know the drill yet, I'm posting filenames and you can send me an ask to get some sentences from them. Minimum 3 sentences, usually more like a paragraph because that's how I roll.

Tagged by @hbyrde36. Go make them write too.

My usual filenames are:

Crown of Thorns

The Trolley Problem (formerly Time Travel)

HM&LR Working Doc

Cat's in the Cradle working doc

The Oracle of Roane County working doc

I also have a progress chart.

And there's a snippet from Crown of Thorns behind the cut. I'm not 100% that it's going to make it to the final fic, so maybe this is like a deleted scene. We'll see.

Lucas might have secretly been a mind-reader, because he turned to Dustin and asked, “Have you told anyone else about this?”

He shook his head. “No, just you guys.”

“Really? Not even Erica?”

Dustin groaned. “She’s still in Indianapolis, so it would have to be over the phone.” He gestured at his mom. “So, I can’t.”

Lucas grinned. “She’s going to be so pissed that I learned it before she did.”

“Not like she’s going to believe me,” said Dustin.

“She’s not going to believe any of us,” Will said.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, she’s going to make fun of us forever about this.” 

“Unless we find some proof of real monsters,” said Lucas.

Mom sat up straight and snapped her fingers at the four of them. “No. Not at all,” she said. “We are not going down that road. I understand that this can be exciting, but none of this is something you want to toy with.” She sighed and settled back into her seat. “I’ll try to find you boys some proof, if it’ll make you happy.” 

Also, have some context links:

Crown of Thorns

The Trolley Problem

High Marks and Low Riders

Cat's in the Cradle

The Oracle of Roane County

[slowandsteddie]

WIP Wednesday

Life has been pretty mean to me lately and I want to write, but I don’t want to put too much more pressure on myself, so I’m doing this WIP Wednesday differently. Whichever gets the most votes is the one I’ll work on and post something about…Next Wednesday.

Brief summaries of the WIP’s are below the cut.

you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? - the one where Steve needs help and Eddie has a better idea than just weed.

Cleaning Headstones - Steve likes to go to the cemetery and give people their names back.

Lazy Petals - taking my grandparents love story and making it Steddie.

Secret Elven Prince - Steve escaped from the Fae Realm and finds himself relying on a human from a trailer park to stay safe. Dungeons and Dragons becomes a guilty pleasure.

Claudia Henderson POV - this part focuses more on Claudia’s relationship with Wayne rather than her adopting Steve and helping him realize he has a family who loves him.

Oral Fixation - Steve constantly has something in his mouth, most of the time it’s candy. Sometimes, it’s one of Eddie’s rings.

Code Red at Harrington’s - Eddie comes back wrong, but that doesn’t stop Steve from taking him in and trying to help him rediscover his humanity.

Vampires and Shifters and… Dragons? - Eddie comes back wrong, Steve has always been a shapeshifter, and not all dragons are as bad as they could be.

Trans!Steddie - Steve is mtf and Eddie is ftm and they are both so incredibly in love with each other that it’s kind of sickening to those around them.

*Currently Untitled* - it’s also currently more of a brainstorm. Meant to be a surprise, but I’ll still work on it if it wins.

Inbox - I have a decent amount of prompts in the ol’ inbox. If this one wins, I’ll work on the one that I think will be the easiest for me to get the furthest on.

[rekikiri]

WIP Wednesday 6/12

hi! I decided I’m going to do this again:))

here are my choices. send me an ask with which you’d like to see a bit from this week <3

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1. Raven Cycle x All for the Game crossover

2. Andreil Different First Meeting

3. Raven!Neil

4. Renee as a Wesninski

5. Ace Aaron

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Excerpt from Renee as a Wesninski

The woman to Dan’s left stood out to Neil immediately. Her white hair was dyed with pastel rainbows at the tips, but that wasn’t what drew him up short. The face staring back at him was one he would always recognize. Even with different hair and nearly six years since he had seen her, nearly six years since his mother said she was dead, he was now face to face with his sister.

Natalie Renee Wesninski was a spitting image of their mother. They had the same gray eyes, softly rounded nose, the same smile, though he had rarely seen his mother smile. Her dyed hair, no longer the deep brown of her natural shade, was the only thing that stood her apart from the mother he lost a year earlier. Grief quickly overtook the anger at Andrew and Kevin, overtook the shock of seeing his sister again for the first time in years, replaced with a bone deep ache for the mother he had lost and the sister he had thought he lost too.

[zyrafowe-sny]

August 28th WIP Wednesday Game Answered Asks: Whumptober

Failed at actually sharing lines for far too long despite making progress. Oops.

@post-and-out

He saw the laser.

His sword answered.

It wasn't a conscious decision.

Threat identified -> corrective measure.

It was automatic, drilled into him for as long as he could remember.

@kalira I was barely a participant this year — only finished one fic — but oh well!

That's what was supposed to happen.

Except, what *had* happened was identifying *Ballister* as a threat. And there was no universe where Ballister of all people could be a threat. Mr. More-Noble-Than-Actual-Nobility.

@sourb0i

No universe in which Ballister would have attacked the queen. Except, he did. When the whole Kingdom was watching, either from coveted seats inside the Glorodome or on millions of screens at home and at watch parties.

@wizisbored

He gaped in horror at Ballister's arm falling, at his own arm that did it, at the crown, still rattling after the queen fell. After the *queen* fell.

And then the monitors above them fell as the laser in Ballister's arm shot up, and then Ballister was below.

Gone.

@aparticularbandit Absolutely failed at getting ahead, but oh well!

Ambrosius stared at the jagged hole, unsure if he should pursue and lead a search party or if he should stay around for debriefing. He should probably wait until a superior commander arrived, right? Or would that simply be the Director. She was right there.

[anachronismstellar]

All done for this week Wip Wednesday asks! :D

But as always I accept asks during all week, so if you want to make me write, you can always drop an ask and I'll give you some sentences from It's All About Perspective!

See you next Wednesday!

[eusuntgratie]

🎶GIMME GIMME GIMME SOME SEX CLUB MALEXA🎶

(á la abba)

i heard this a la abba before i could get to the last line of your ask <3

“This is Michael,” she says, voice full of pride, and runs her fingers through his hair before sliding a bright red nail down his cheek. His eyes slip closed and Alex gets a little lost watching her push her fingers into his curls so she can scratch at his scalp. “He likes that,” Alex murmurs, voice quieter than he expects. She smiles. “He does. He needs touch. He needs to feel connected. I guess you saw what happens when he doesn’t feel like he gets enough.” “So you’re a brat tamer now?” Alex asks, laughing lightly, but something in Maria’s face goes a little severe. “He’s not a brat,” she says, almost defensive. Before Alex can course correct, she tugs on Michael’s hair softly. “Just needy. But he’s more than worth it.” He nuzzles into her side at that, eyes barely open and mouth slack. He’s hard and he’s clearly floating and fuck if he isn’t the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

Sentences from devil don’t take a break to fill requests from the below WIP Wednesday Game Community members. Thanks for making me write!

@oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @kalira @asha10100101010 @kallisto-k @1attheedge

@loyal-house-of-lupin

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Derek feels the bullet punch through his arm before he hears the crack of the rifle. He'd already committed to his jump from this roof to the next, but he knows immediately he doesn't have enough momentum to make it all the way across. 'Fuck,' he thinks as he starts to fall, then tries to focus on his landing.

"Fuuuck," he groans once gravity has done its thing.

He rolls to a semi-seated position and slumps against the building. Dreading what he'll find, he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt. He's not surprised to see that the bullet wound isn't closing and the blood seeping from it is black. Only a hunter would have been out in the middle of the night with a sniper rifle. Fucking Argents.

He rolls down his sleeve, trying to avoid the wound as much as possible, then takes stock of the rest of his injuries. That's when he realizes he feels like a bear is sitting on his chest, sueezing all of the air out of his lungs. It doesn't feel like an injury, though. Everything except the hole in his arm is healed. It almost feels like this is happening to someone else.

"Oh, fuck my life, it is," he says when realization strikes.

His plans to avoid acknowledging his nascent bond with Stiles die a quick death. If they've started sharing pain. Stiles is probably freaking out—and rightfully so. Derek just hopes the sheriff isn't at home, because he needs to talk to Stiles.

[kedreeva]

My apologies about WIP Wednesday, this week has been ridiculous with vet visits and dealing with animals and even though I am sitting finally today, I currently don't have access to my computer because someone is mad I haven't been around to cuddle

But y'all should catch up on your asks from last week, and I will queue next week as soon as I'm free

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/9/24

@somefishycat - finished DR Femslash, and here are your additional witch hood fic words!

You slip through the other people in the village like maybe they don’t even see you.  Not like a ghost, because ghosts can move through people instead of around them, and you still have a physical, corporeal form and still have to go around people.  You’ve knocked into a couple of people as you walk with your head hanging down, but they don’t seem to notice.

To be fair, they don’t notice you most of the time.  There are other kids in the village who are about your age, kids who you vaguely remember befriending when you were younger, but as you started spending time with Fay, your time with them had changed.  They'd forgotten you, maybe.  Funny how you’d never noticed before.

[ashyjingles]

hey! can i ask for human theo hanahaki for the wednesday wip thingy?

Corey looked at him with disdain. “I've gone to flower stores with less elaborate bouquets in them. Just tell him, Theo!”

Theo glared at him. “Fuck you, absolutely not. I’m not sacrificing my dignity for that.”

Corey huffed and started gathering his things to leave. “For what? For Liam? Considering you were the one to fall in love with him, I thought you’d agree he was worth sacrificing a few things, but I guess not.”

[equallyloyalandlethal]

WIP Wednesday Game (by @kedreeva)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

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It's that time of the week folks! I'm dedicated to making this a regular thing because this game HELPS so much. Thank you to anyone that participates!

This weeks titles:

Love Like Hellebores

Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew

Atlantix AU (co)

Blind Theo + Chi + Liam's Anxiety

El Dorado - THIAM

Snippet of the Week: Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew

“Okay, actually, pay attention this time,” Theo huffed, turning back to Isaac, purposefully ignoring the two different growls. 

One made him smile while the other had him wincing. Whoever had decided to put both Liam and Malia in this week’s group was insane. Each of them alone was distracting enough, for wholly opposite reasons. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering, whatever that clung onto him whenever the werecoyote was around. Three months was plenty of time to work out her fucking issues, or it should have been, so he thought. But no. A quarter of a year later, and here he was still dealing with the threats of snapped necks, bullets to the gut, or claws in his throat on a near daily basis. To top it all off, every time Malia so much as looked in his direction, Liam was growling on posturing, regardless of how many times he had been told it wasn’t his fight. The whole situation was so utterly fucked, all three of them near constantly on edge and the rest of the pack slowly getting thoroughly embroiled in it. 

A sharp blow to his sternum knocked him back and the air from his chest. Theo’s eyes snapped back into focus, gold flaring in them as he snarled for a split second. Staring back at him, an eyebrow cocked halfway up to his stupid blind curls and mouth opening like he was about to say something that was going to just make the whole thing worse, was Isaac. The dull ache from the blow faded to the background, his focus sliding into place, narrowing to the “enemy” in front of him. 

Tagging: (no pressure tags, is partly so that people ask me things and make me work on my shit)

@transdunbar @renmackree @dangerouscoffeetheorist @vantaesen @outcastpack @rd-eternity @chasing-chimeras @ksbbb @theoceanismyinkwell @disasterpenguin @singitoutgirl26 @raekensarcher @hemlocksandfoxgloves

[slowandsteddie]

Little late, but snippet of cuddle your dealer?

Food and eating habit mentions

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“Eddie, I need you to understand just how upset I am that you chose now to be responsible.” Steve admitted with a sigh.

“You haven’t been eating right and I found food that you are excited about. You are stuffing your face before trying to eat mine, okay?”

Steve sighed again, as dramatically as he could muster. “Fine. But I want extra syrup.”

“Okay, sticky lips.” Eddie winked before turning his attention back to the food in the pan.