#it's the wip weekend baby

[rocknrollsalad]

WIP Wednesday Weekend

I was tagged by @shares-a-vest and I'm not sure what I have in the way of wips but here we go!!! 💖💖

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.

File Names:

Winter holidays 2023

Untitled Document

Where Did You Find It - STWG Daily Prompt 12/8/23 (or just send in STWG Daily Prompt if the day changes)

steddimas

steddie holiday drabble

Snippet and tags under the cut

Not saying what it's from, you get to guess lol

As far as responses went, Wayne couldn’t have asked for better. All of the necessary information was included, he was cautious but smart, and didn’t make Wayne send back countless texts of forced conversation. Firing back a “That works.” and dusting off his hands as he celebrated all that hard work.  For the first time, Wayne thought this might be a good idea after all.

I'm not tagging anyone but if you need a reason to join in, I totally tagged you!

[a-writing-otter]

WIP Wednesday - Chapter 6 of The Redemption and Subsequent Death of Bill Cipher

“Am I— Did I interrupt something?” Stan asks a little awkwardly.

“Nah,” Bill, who recovers much faster from gaping at Stan like a fish, leans back into the bench before punching Pine Tree’s shoulder. “Kid was just heading out to go break windows or something.”

“Better hope it’s not these windows or [you’re] cleaning it up,” Stan tells Bill before reaching out, shoving the bill of Pine Tree’s hat down over his eyes. Pine Tree grumbles and fixes it before turning a far brighter smile on Stan.

“Your sister’s looking for you. Something about trying to make a suit out of glitter.”

“Oh. Great.” Pine Tree rubs his face and gets to his feet. “Thanks, Grunkle Stan.”

He goes to the door and pauses to look at Bill for a second.

“Just… you know, I think you’re right. I think things will be okay again soon.”

Bill’s brow furrows as Pine Tree heads back inside before he starts chuckling as he shakes his head.

“Weird kid.”

“They’re receptive,” Stan says as he takes up Pine Tree’s seat and Bill tries not to groan. “Not that you’ve made it exactly hard to miss that things are weird between you and my brother. I think the temperature in the room drops by ten degrees every time one of you walks into it. And I thought things were bad with my ex-wife! Ha!”

Bill winces at that, pulling a face as he leans forward to bury his face in his hands.

“Yeah, well, we weren’t even dating—“

“No, you two were just sucking face anytime you were left unsupervised.”

“Please, Pine Tree already got onto me for this. I fucked up and—“

“Summoned a demon, yeah, I heard.”

Bill’s blood runs cold and he looks between his fingers at Stan. …he’s not swinging, he’s not snarling, and Bill can say he’s almost positive that this isn’t Stan then.

“…and you’re cool with that?”

“What? Oh, no, absolutely not. I almost strangled you in your sleep when my brother told me.”

Billy, admittedly, feels a little better with that admission.

“He also said that you came to him to get rid of said demon.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t know. Taking over the universe is so last year.”

Stan snorts at that.

“You’re, like, really cool with that?” Bill tries again. “Don’t want to, I don’t know, punch me in the eye?”

Now Stan shrugs.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I think watching you walk around on eggshells, convinced one of us is going to take a swing at you or tell the Axolotl—“

“Axo— Oh, wait, no, you said it right.”

“I listen. I’m just saying, you know, you with your tail between your legs ain’t a bad look. Certainly makes me feel better.”

“…but, like, the whole breaking your brother’s heart? Trying to take over the universe? You’re sure you’ve got no murder held in your very large, very family-oriented heart?”

“Don’t go tempting me, Cipher, but… Ford’s an adult, you’re… maybe an adult, I don’t know, how do demons age?”

“Depends,” Bill admits, pulling a face. “Interdimensional demons live to about a hundred millennia or so, sometimes longer if they take care of themselves.”

“You said you were a dream demon though,” Stan remembers.

“Yeah, well, that’s a little more… complicated.”

Stan cracks open his pitt cola and gestures to Bill. He debates for a second before taking in a deep breath and sighing.

“I was born an interdimensional demon, a very precocious, adorable thing. Even though they’re relatively harmless, mostly brokers for deals made between species, they’ve got their own power. It doesn’t help that I was born… different.”

Bill’s voice gets soft, thoughtful.

“They tried to understand me, probably. They couldn’t though. A world full of two-dimensional idiots, they never understood what I saw, understood how I felt. So it was, you know, a little…”

“Othering?” Stan offers and Bill nods.

“Othering. Everyone adored me. ‘Special Billy’, ‘unique Billy’, ‘Billy who sees things no one else can see’.” […crazy Billy.]

Bill grips the bench a little too tight, knuckles turning white as he looks down at the ground.

“I won’t bore you with the sob story of a universe lost to a monster,” and maybe because it’s bad enough to admit it to Ford, admitting it to Stan who he still doesn’t trust not to come swinging at him is another thing, “but I ended up alone. I was drifting through time and space for, easily, a couple millennia. I spent a lot of time floating amongst the stars I’d stared at so long. I saw galaxies born, galaxies die; I saw nebulae explode and reform; stars would go through entire lifecycles in front of my eyes. It was me and the cosmos, so I guess I didn’t feel alone.

[birdantlers]

every time i have an apocalyptically busy month with zero time for anything my brain is like “animatic? 👀 make animatic?? 👀👀”

[apomaro-mellow]

WIP Weekend

tagged by @paperbackribs

Yall know the deal, send me a title and get a snippet :3

Bright Side

Daft and Dewey

Save the World

Find You Here

Taking Care

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Sundays are still a thing, so have some sentences and an arty thing I've been fiddling with while it's still barely Sunday here

super late this week cuz well I've been out and about with the hubby all weekend cuz it was his bday so I've been out in the wonderful weather all weekend - jazz festival all day yesterday - complete with "been outside all day crazy curls festival hair" on my part (tho not as cute as TZP festival hair lolz) and hiking and park hanging out walking, a lil disc golf today, and so much sun and fresh air over the entirety of the weekend and I am exhausted from it

anyway the important not me rambling stuffs - i did absolutely no writing this weekend, but i did do some during the week so i guess some of those words will do these words are from the same room that lil piece of art above that i've been working on (also still a wip) shows but a later in the story wedding day kiss

Prince Alex is fifteen, not even a whole day when he is kissed for the first time by someone not his family. He comes from a family that has always been very demonstrative in their love, so kisses on foreheads and cheeks are not new to him. They have always been sprinkled throughout his day, through his young life; they are nothing out of the ordinary. This kiss, however, was not like any of those kisses. For one, it was from the prince's best friend after they had slipped off during his birthday party, in the green room of the palace in Claremont, where they used to sometimes play on rainy days when they were younger. Prince Henry, the kissing best friend, is also the same prince who ran from him after it happened, and now he can’t find him. He’ll think about the other reasons why this kiss is different than the others later because right now, he’s still stuck on the fact that his best friend in the entirety of the world kissed him right on the lips and – well, luckily for the prince those other thoughts can wait for later as he stumbles upon said best friend sitting by the small pond in the garden. Prince Alex plops down next to Prince Henry, and they sit silently. Alex waits for an explanation of why his best friend kissed him and then ran away. Thoughts consume the young prince: Was he a bad kisser? Wait, did he want his best friend to think he was a good kisser? More thoughts for later. Future Prince Alex was going to have a lot of thoughts to process.  

thanks for the tags @suseagull04 @jmagnabo92 @piratefalls @junebugclaremontdiaz @duchessdepolignaca03

@cricketnationrise @wordsofhoneydew @heysweetheart-writes @agostobuwan

@stellarm @taste-thewaste - so excited to go read your lovely words ❤️❤️

it's so darn late and i have no clue at this point who has or hasn't posted so open tag for whoever may still want it

[pianokantzart]

Funny man is trying a different tone

[crisalidaseason]

Updates will be later than usual. It's test season and as an overworked teacher I've been stuck correcting tests for a few days.

[ace-malarky]

Weekend WIP Game - DnD Edition

Here's the DnD edition of the weekend game!

Scenes are numbered etc, not necessarily in chronological order just in. uh. alphabetical order in obsidian...? it's all good I know where they are

The WIPS

Dumb of Ass, Snake of Tits (local dragonborn monk leaves the monastery, instantly falls in with the wrong crowd, somehow sticks the landing. Characters; Maverick, Nelaeryn, Venphina, Tosh (Temerity, Aria)). Scenes in progress; 16

Hunter’s Mark (local tiefling ranger gets hired to track down a company asset, ends up in the revenge business. Characters; Temerity, Aria (Maverick, Nelaeryn)). Scenes in progress; 3

The Many Lives of Makaria Trapeiros (local tiefling gets betrayed by her family, swears vengeances, wreaks vengeance, falls in love, fakes her death, runs away. Characters: Makaria/Luci/Chant, Pahzrasi, Lathlaeril, Telbi, Amos, Carbonne, Tosh, Karo (Maverick, Nelaeryn)). Scenes in progress; 7

The Ol' Razzle Dazzle (local goblin escapes a cult, learns magic, makes friends. Characters; Razmatazz, Maja Grothuul). Scenes in progress; 2

The Games

Three by Threes: For each filename you receive in your ask box, reply to the ask with 3+ NEW sentences on that WIP.

Lore Corner: Answer questions about your WIP. It can be anything from headcanons to backstory that you have for your WIP that don’t even make it into the fic. Askers - get creative with your questions!

[elialys]

it's been sooo long since i worked on chasing the aurora that I legit forgot i was writing it in the past tense

[riisume]

I think I'll draw some Kitty Men today...

[judasofsuburbia]

I know the weekend is technically over, but if I say pretty please, could you be persuaded to write some more zombie au?? 🥺👉👈

my brain is still in weekend mode so UM ABSOLUTELY OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!

here is a snippet from zombie au lumax's chapter!!

”Um,“ Max sighs, unsure of what she will say next. “It doesn't look bad, does it?” Lucas's eyes grow wide. “No, no. Course not.” He stands in front of the chair and fluffs it out between his fingers. “I think it looks bitchin'.” Max laughs lightly and it's like music to Lucas's ears. “Thanks,” Max whispers.  Lucas grins. “Anytime. I can buzz it for you if you need me to. You'd still look pretty.”

wip weekend!!

[afewproblems]

The snippet for WIP Weekend has me so intrigued, I would love to read some more of the Childhood friends Steddie fic 🫶

Ahhh thank you thank you!

Steve does attend the following Monday, despite the cool tone in his mothers voice as he argues with her, Diane does relent enough to let Steve go back to class. 

His teachers welcome him back with little to no fanfare, his History teacher even goes so far as to reprimand him for missing an entire week, but at least he hasn't missed that much. 

Lunch is what Steve is looking forward to.

He looks around the busy cafeteria with his lunch tray, head on a swivel as he searches for a mop of curly brown hair. Eddie said he could sit at his table but he hadn't mentioned which one that was.

WIP Weekend - Make Me Write!

[eyesofshinigami]

"Sugar baby Eddie" for wip weekend

Ahh! It makes me happy you picked this one! It's gone through a couple of false starts, but here's what I wrote just for you today!

It was Steve who ended up getting scouted, found at some tiny little bar in the middle of Indianapolis. He’d taken up songwriting after the whole Vecna situation and was, to everyone’s surprise, really fucking good at it. He had a knack for hitting you right where it hurts, and coupled with his crooning, soulful voice that he’d been hiding all these years? Yeah, it’s no wonder that he got snapped up by some random talent scout that came to the open-mic night Steve decided to play at.  Eddie was just lucky that Steve had decided he was worth bringing along for the ride.

[blushweddinggowns]

🌔 WIP WEEKEND 🌖

tagged by @scoops-stevie❤️❤️

💫 rules 💫

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), 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 post!

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 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

File Names~

Possibilities

Uh Oh

Childhood

Oh No She's Happening

Snippet~

It was no secret that Steve was Corroded Coffin’s number one fan, or more specifically, Eddie Munson’s number one fan. He had been supporting his music career since day one, and he could probably count the number of concerts he had missed on one hand. He had never really been into metal before they’d met. And if he was being honest with himself he still wasn’t. But their music was just different, and maybe Steve only liked it through the rose-colored glasses of being in love, but whatever. There was also the added benefit that he was sexy as all hell when he performed, and Steve got to have the sick satisfaction that no one else could have him. Despite the fact that millions wanted him. It made him hot just thinking about it. 

It was safe to say that Steve was a supportive spouse. And he had been for years. He just loved how happy it made him. He loved that Eddie actually managed to make his dreams come true, against all odds, and he loved that he had been there for every step of the way.

But that didn’t mean that Steve didn’t get jealous. It was completely irrational, he knew that. And the worst part was it wasn’t even over a person that was pissing him off. 

No, it was over Eddie’s lyric journal. 

[ejunkiet]

fighting a caffeine headache.... should know better than to try to cold turkey on coffee ;u;

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

[ID: White text over a photo of colorful leaves, most emerald green and turning yellow or red at the edges. The text reads: “Do you have magic?” he asked, holding out his hand to take his staff back. “Hello, Aska,” Seyonna said instead of answering him. Perhaps she hadn’t heard his question. End ID.]

Sure she didn’t :)

Thorns WIP Intro