#eoy wip game

[curiosity-killed]

“They’ll attack at its peak,” Callebero continued, trying to guess the lay of the field before they were swallowed within it. “It’ll be dark, the horses will spook.” Spooked horses faired poorly when thrown into the mess and chaos of open battle, but surrendering the cavalry was like cutting off their own foot before a race. They had the numbers to make up for it, but they’d lose speed and coordination. “I’ll make sure Duan isn’t around them,” Sirion said with a wry smile. Startled, Callebero let out a quiet huff that didn’t quite become laughter. His whole body was wound tight as a bowstring, terrified of the release. All the plans, all the contingencies, and none of them had accounted for the gods intervening directly. Sirion caught his hand and lifted it, gaze steady. His heart was protected under the layers of his cuirass and tabard. He brought Callebero’s hand instead up to the tender side of his neck, where his pulse beat strong beneath his jaw. It was fast but steady, even. Callebero swallowed hard. “You have us,” Sirion said, solemn. “Now let us be your will.” It was sacrilege, blasphemy to use such a holy pledge—except Sirion believed. Sirion meant it in every sense, in pledge and prayer alike. Callebero didn’t understand, couldn’t fathom placing his faith in him—but he believed in Sirion. He trusted him to know the way. He nodded and drew in a steadying breath. Leaning forward, he pressed their foreheads together briefly and prayed as fiercely as he could that this was not goodbye.

there is a non-zero chance you could make a drinking game out of all the times Sirion uses his own pulse to ground Callebero & I don't know what that says about my writing but here we are

[burntheedges]

✨EoY Bookends Game✨

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I'm also going with first and last to mean first and last posted for myself because I was in the middle of a big wip at the beginning of 2024 and I'm not sure what I literally wrote first. Thanks for the tag @sixhours!

First words posted: from Chapter 4 of Maintenance Request

Interlude That day in front of the parking garage might have been the first time you saw Joel, but it wasn’t the first time he saw you.

Last words posted: from Bits and Baubles

The party was, in fact, a great time. And so was the mistletoe you found yourself under with the host at the end of the night.

np tagging ~

@katareyoudrilling @beardedjoel @dancingtotuyo @hauntedhowlett @wannab-urs

@murder-wife @beefrobeefcal @sawymredfox @jeewrites @secretelephanttattoo

@justagalwhowrites @jobean12-blog @ace-turned-confused @the-mandawhor1an @almostfoxglove

@schnarfer @ghotifishreads @penvisions @jennaispunk @djarins-cyare

@mountainsandmayhem @mermaidgirl30 @trulybetty @guiltyasdave @crowandmousewritingco

[becomethesun]

✨2024 EoY Bookends Game✨

Thanks for the tag, @renegadeknight!

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you want!

First words posted: collaborators, ch. 1

It’s eerily quiet when Joel wakes up on the floor of the motel room on the outskirts of Kansas City. For the first time since he’s known her, Ellie’s not directly in his line of sight when he opens his eyes. She’s just behind the bedroom door, thrilled by the idea of “sleeping in a real hotel,” she’d called it last night, but the fear clouds his mind fast— would he have heard if she took off on her own to explore, trying to be helpful and find supplies and ending up hurt or kidnapped, Sam wouldn’t have been able to hear if anything had happened, and, fuck— they never checked the kid for bites—

Last words posted: one more song about moving along the highway, ch. 1

The song ends and they drive the rest of the way home with the quiet rumble of the truck engine as background noise. The late morning sun sits high in the sky, flickering through the trees and dappling the dashboard as they drive past. Joel considers turning on the radio or suggesting that she put on some of her music (“her tunes,” he’d called them once, and had been relentlessly mocked for weeks— another thing he’d forgotten about having a kid, their unwillingness to let go of a running joke at your expense). But instead, they drive home in the quiet.

No pressure tags: @justwantedaccess @femmefacetious @paigegonerogue @marceltheshellwithflipflopson @gh0st-in-green-c0nverse

[marceltheshellwithflipflopson]

✨2024 EoY Bookends Game✨

Thanks for the tag, @becomethesun!

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you want!

First words posted:

Roll for Tarantulas and Scorpions

“Anything else we forgot to do?” Joel asks. Leaning against the doorjamb, Ellie peers around the dorm room. Two beds, two desks, two chairs, two wardrobes. One side still sits completely empty; Sarah’s roommate isn’t moving in until the next day.

Last words posted:

milky twilight, moonlit floor, ch. 1

“If you need anything at all, come knock on one of our doors.” A pause, then: “I do hope you like it here. It’s a special place, at least I think so.” He bites the inside corner of his lip and smiles. “I think so, too. Don’t take long to see that.” Maria looks down then, eyelashes dancing against soft skin. In the candlelight, when she smiles, it sets her face aglow. And boy. Tommy’s kind of a goner.

tagging: @ayeleye @chronicallyonlinewriter @lauronk @femmefacetious @captainredspade

[renegadeknight]

✨EoY Bookends Game✨

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you!

First words posted: stubborn love, ch 11

Last words posted: no returns for broken or damaged items, ch 2

no pressure tags: @lauronk @dancingonmoonbeams @sixhours @becomethesun @ayeleye

[two-birds-alone-together]

✨EoY Bookends Game✨

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you want!

Thank you @dancingonmoonbeams for tagging me!!

First words posted: amidst the chaos, Chapter 7: June (Part III)

When he wakes on Father’s Day, it’s to a very sore body and a very sleepy kid. Joel never realized the National Mall was so damn long. They only traipsed the length of it six times yesterday and his phone kept congratulating him on moving more than usual. The miles covered meant they hit most of the Smithsonian museums, and he figures they can spend some time out at Arlington National Cemetery today.

First, though. Breakfast.

Last words written: untitled modern AU WIP I literally started today

Joel Miller makes a point to check the exterior and lobby security feeds several times a day, but he doesn’t look at the interior feeds unless there’s a problem.  His job is to keep the building running and the tenants happy, not his job to monitor who comes and goes.

That being said, he’s sitting in front of his computer, monitoring who comes and goes.  More specifically, he’s trying to figure out where the hell the kid in the laundry room came from.  The machines are coin-operated relics most residents avoid in favor of pick-up and delivery service.

He only noticed the mystery girl because he’s one of the poor schlubs who bother to wash their own damn clothes.

It’s the third evening in a row he’s gone do laundry, and it’s the third time he’s seen the kid wedged into the back corner with a ragged backpack and even more ragged clothes.  Since he has no desire to confront her in an empty basement, Joel scrolls through today’s feeds.  She enters the building at 3:03:01 and exits the stairwell at 3:04:08 p.m., heading straight for the laundry room.  He fasts forward through the footage, frown deepening as she sits without moving — no homework, no phone, no entertainment at all as far as he can see.

Joel pulls his chair closer to the screen, leaning in to get a better look.  The girl can’t be more than thirteen, thin as a rail with hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Despite the early summer heat, she wears a t-shirt layered over a long-sleeved shirt, and she’s got this hyper-aware way of sitting that suggests she’s used to watching her back.

With a sigh, he opens the live feed in one window and the lobby footage in another.  There’s no sign of her leaving the building this morning.  Hell, there’s no sign of her leaving the building yesterday or the day before, nor of her in the hallways.

What he’d love to know is how she got the code for the outer door and a key to the interior one.

He should call someone.  Social services. The cops. Something. Instead he takes a deep breath and stands, wincing when a sharp pain bolts through his lower back.  After a moment of deliberation, Joel grabs his dirty clothes and traipes downstairs. The girl either doesn’t hear him or doesn’t care about his presence because she doesn’t move a muscle when he steps over the threshold.

“This is private property.”

Her head snaps up, eyes narrowed as her lips curl into a snarl.  “No shit? I thought this was a fucking public park.”

Joel levels a glare at the kid as he loads the machine.  “It ain’t. These machines are for residents, not runaways.”

“I’m not a fucking runaway,” she snaps, squaring her shoulders and drawing her backpack closer.  “And I am a resident. Kid of the week for the Jenkins.”

“And the Jenkins have you down here doin’ laundry after school every day?” he asks with incredulity.

She glances around the room, a uniquely teenage disdain in her expression as she surveys the silent machines.  “Obviously.”

[sixhours]

✨EoY Bookends Game✨

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you!

Thanks for the tags @renegadeknight and @bumblepony !

First words posted: The Ghosts of Babylon

“Fuck.”

The air in the bathroom is thick with moisture, making it hard to breathe. You wipe at the condensation on the mirror and stare at the face reflected back at you, pale and drawn in the yellow light.

Last words posted: promising light

“Pleasure to meet you, then, Ellie,” he grins, holding out his left hand. After a thought, she puts out her own and they shake on it. “I have a good feeling about this.”

And despite her best efforts not to, she thinks she does, too.

No pressure tags: @maggiemayhemnj @goodwithcheese @burntheedges @oonajaeadira @jennaispunk and anyone who wants to play, please do!

[chronicallyonlinewriter]

For the EOY ask game:

12 A concept you'd like to develop next year

25 A scene or image that lives rent-free in your head

30 Advice to yourself (and maybe others) for the new year

12.) I have ideas that could expand Bleed to Love Her, my Tommy-stays-with-the-Fireflies AU, into a proper little series - but, to be honest, I don't know that I have the patience for it. What I would truly like to focus on is Silver Springs, a modern / no outbreak AU version of Go Your Own Way, but I'd like to wrap up my current WIPs before I can really let myself dive into that. I'm very behind schedule on my original plan, which was to have the bulk of it written and ready to start posting in the spring. 😔

25.) I can't tell you how often I quote, "Man, where’s your fuckin’ wife?" from @march-flowerr's matter and matrix, mother and medium. And I spend an inappropriate amount of time drooling whenever @bumblepony writes anything smutty tbh. 30.) Jesus christ, stop putting off going to yoga class. 💀

❤️❤️❤️

[alltheirdamn]

Hi! For the EOY game, 12, 22, and 25 🩵

Hii!!!!! Okay let's do it!!

12. A concept you'd like to develop next year

Honestly, just being more understanding of myself and when/how I write. Being a lot more intentional with my time, and utilizing the tools I have to create the things I've dreamed about creating. (That sounds so silly, but I really do want to bring to life all these wonderful ideas swirling around in my head.)

22. An idea you had that didn't make the cut

Umm... SO MANY! My WIP list is never ending lol... but I'll share a secret: Killing Me Softly was never intended to become what it did! I had plans to make it a simple meet-cute story with Joel & reader, then a theory plopped into my lap and I ran with it! I do wonder sometimes what that story would have been like if I took the original path, but I'm happy (more than happy, actually) with how their story unfolded!

25. A scene or image that lives rent-free in your head

Chapter 8 of KMS will always be the most visceral piece of writing for me, and the scene where reader unleashes her emotions after finding out the truth... I can see that play out in my head so perfectly. It's so poignant and raw, and it's always just stuck with me. If we're talking up-beat tho.... oh, it's gotta be Part II of Rotten when reader shares a cigarette with Joel on the couch heheheh I love that moment sm

*xoxo i love u so much, Jamie!!*

[lauronk]

✨2024 EOY Bookends Game✨

thank you for the tags @justwantedaccess & @renegadeknight, sorry i'm a couple days late on it!

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you want!

first, from dappled with flickers of light (aka jellyfic):

The first time Tommy mentions the jellyfish, Joel thinks his brother is just fucking with him for some laughs. “Jellyfish,” he repeats flatly. “People from Jackson take a trip every year to see some jellyfish, out in a river in Idaho.”

and last, from his heart fits right in the palm of her hand:

He bends down and brushes a kiss over her forehead. “Dream somethin’ good, kiddo.” “Like sheep ranches on the moon?” Joel smiles, pats the bed where he thinks her knee might be. “Yeah, like sheep ranches on the moon.”

i'll skip out on the tags since i think i'm the last (of us hehe) to do this. but if you wanna do it and haven't been tagged, consider this your sign.

[arcanefox207]

Hiiii Ally, for the Artist and Fic Writer EOY Asks I’ll send these numbers: 1, 14, 15, 22🩵🫶🏻

Love you

Hello Mina my love, thank you for playing!! <3

1. Describe your journey this year in three words

Euphoric. Self-Aware. Horny.

14. Something new you tried this year

I answered this one over here <3

15. An area of your art you feel you improved upon

Im gonna go with Gifs for the subject in this one, but I think I have improved on doing things my own way at my own pace. For a while I was caught up with being first (which never happened lol) and then I made some changes to take that pressure off me. If something new and exciting comes out, I'll gif it when I feel I have the best quality to work from and without time constraints. Also realizing I don't have to gif everything. If something speaks to me and is exciting then I will. Less self-imposed pressure makes me happier <3

22. An idea you had that didn't make the cut

I'll be honest, I have a hard time letting go of things once something enters my mind. Even if I don't write something up I may have that idea in a WIP just in case inspiration strikes me again. Also, I love having a random idea and seeing where I can fit it in to existing story. I don't really cut anything so much as put it to the side for later until it finds its purpose.

Thanks Mina, love you too baby <3

--- Wanna join in the ask game? Check out the post here ---

[dogwooddiaries]

WIP Wednesday !

So excited for another wip game! I've never done this kind before ackkkkk

Thank you for the tag @sparrow-in-the-field and @arokel <3

List your current wips (as vague or specific as you want) and let people send you asks about which one intrigues them the most!!!

these span a lovely, disorienting range of barely intelligible ideas to paragraphs written that may or may not see the light of day. soooo, ask away?

WYKAM - no map

fall

carry with you

papes

bottle of fortune

EOY

Idk idk who to tag - I think I haven't seen a tag for @effervescentyellow, @savvylittlecoxswain @kcsplace @borealopelta ? I know there just lots of life as always etc so no pressure!!

[malkaleh]

For the fanfic ask game: 3, 7, 12, 20 💜💜

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? Such A Time As This (Tudors). It’s a retelling/reinterpretation of the Purim Story with Anne Boleyn as Esther - specifically as Persian Jewish woman. It was so scary to post because it’s so deeply personal - I was writing my own identity as a biracial persian jewish woman into the threads and soul of this story and while there are things I would add/change now I am still so proud of it. A quote:

"You are talking of me, of my family" she wants to say to the courtiers when they sneer or repeat the stories about the Jewish monsters who steal babies to make matzoh and mix the blood in with their gold and have poisoned all the wells in France. But it would do no good at all). And she should be used to hearing this - as it has been around her all her life and it would not change - to be Jewish was to be safe nowhere.

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? I am not including actual WIPs that have words here but a list (feel free to ask questions about if wanted):

The West Wing Dystopia

Multifandom Sex Slave AU aka ‘that is yours, I am not’

President Joanna Bartlet and her wife Abbey

Robert Dudley Travels Back In Time

Gregory Cromwell Has Some Feelings

Jane and John Dudley????

Hot Thomas Boleyn Rights

English Civil War: AU Edition

Tough Scenes In Fictional In Universe Version Of The Tudors

Choreographer Interview

TWW Ballet AU

Persian Jewish Sara Crewe

Race Bent LOTR graphics

Helen Norwich

Girl H7/Boy EOY

Liam shows up in George’s office with an iced coffee

OT3 verse next gen (Anne Tudor-Dudley)

Tudor Ships + Taylor Swift

Robert proposes to Elizabeth

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? I personally believe that Only Wore This Doublet (So You Could Take It Off) is a genius title/rif on the Taylor Swift lyric ;). (Tudors, Robert Dudley/Elizabeth I and for some reason it contains knife kink)

[renegadeknight]

ok I have answered all the asks from the EOY ask game I've received so far, but I queued them up because I have a strong case of Afraid of Being Annoying on My Own Damn Blog syndrome so they'll come out over the next day or two. time for food and then hopefully some writing on a certain wip that has been languishing since early Oct 👀

[disastardly]

Tagged by @gleek4twd , thank youuuuu

Last Song: Luna by The Mountain Goats

Currently Reading: Gentle Chaos by Tyler Gaca

Currently Watching: well this is a loaded question, lol... Need to finish the live action YYH and Yellowjackets, probably gonna watch some Game Changer and/or Umm, Actually tonight tho

Currently Obsessed With: Kingohger, if you couldn't tell by all my reblogs today 😂 also hardcore trying to finish up my current WIP by EOY and about 3/4 there

No tags - if you see this, that's me tagging you!

[honeysidesarchived]

👀👀

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH AND ALSO I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. i am rapidly running out of wips (so folks if i don't answer yours--i promise i am not ignoring you i am just. tapped out) but!!! i really appreciate it and thank you katie <3 <3

under the cut is a bit from an original project i'm working on featuring my oc circe & my dear friend's oc wolfric, set in a regency period! they're big idiots and i love them. no warnings, just pining and the kind of flirting that regency brings (i.e. touching is so SEXY) (feat. also wolfric using his General(TM) voice on circe she is a simple woman)

The older man regards her warily for a moment before he acquiesces; one of his hands holds hers, his thumb cradled against the curve of her palm, and the other attends to the buttons with practiced ease. Circe very dutifully does not look over her shoulder at where Inna and Wickman are still standing—and admittedly, even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to.

“Stop moving,” Wolfric chides, when she squirms.

“I’m not a child.”

His grasp of her hand tightens and he tugs, lightly, almost in reprimand—as though being closer to him could ever be a punishment, she thinks forlornly—and gripes, “If you don’t stop squirming, I won’t act like I’m enamored with you and fend off that nobleman you’ve been blatantly ignoring.” His thumb rubs against the love line of her palm, as though to soothe the sharp precision with which he had read her and then cut her. “Be. Good.”

Circe feels the blood rush scarlet in her face. Wolfric touches her with such an easy familiarity that it nearly stuns her into obedience, standing by like a placated housewife, thoroughly admonished. The moths flicker furiously in her stomach as Wolfric clasps the last button on her cuff, tugging it for good measure.

“There,” he announces. “All buttoned up.”

She clears her throat. “Thank you.”

“You are most welcome. Now, I can see you are absolutely dying to elaborate on your disdain for our lordly companion, so you might as well get on with it.”