#one word wip game

[daisy-bugs]

Hi Kit, for your fanfic WIP thingy: love yo let me tell you that it took way to long for me to come up with that word

lmao understandable and mood!!

This is from a WIP I've kept rather under wraps outside the Delinquents server (thanks to my enablers fr <3), working title subject to change: "This Is Me (Please Hold Me Gently)" and also a twofer!

"I... I hope you don't expect that from me."

"Expect what?" Jimmy propped himself up on an elbow, turning to face Tango properly. His hair and the grass fluttered slightly in the wind.

He was beautiful. That, at least, Tango could say truthfully.

"Y'know. Lovey-dovey, soulmate-y... love."

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the writing prompts;

19. For luck - Rom and Leeta

"And then," Bashir was saying - though in truth, Rom was paying only half attention, far too busy thinking about Leeta - "she came right up to me, and kissed me on the lips!"

"Oh, she did, did she?" Chief O'Brien said, scoffing good-naturedly.

"It's true!" Bashir insisted, though he didn't look insulted by the Chief's doubt. He was smiling into his glass, seeming quite delighted by the disbelieving frown on O'Brien's face.

Rom didn't quite understand what was supposed to be so 'unbelievable' about the story. In fact - "It seems pretty believable to me," he said. "Doctor Bashir's always kissing beautiful women." (Including, at one point, Leeta - though not anymore, Rom thought with some pleasure.)

"Yes, but this one was out of his league," the Chief said, batting his hand playfully across the table.

Bashir just smiled bashfully, ignoring the swipe. "Ah, well. You're right about that. She wasn't really interested in me after all. Turns out, she'd just misconstrued the human concept of a 'good luck kiss'".

"Ohh! A 'good luck kiss'!" Rom said eagerly. Then, after a pause, "Uh, what's a 'good luck kiss'?"

The Chief sat back, idly crossing his arms. "Well, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. It's a kiss that you give someone to wish them luck."

"Oh," Rom said, considering that. Luck was always a good thing to have. Perhaps... "Oh! Leeta!" He stood, sending his chair clattering backwards. "I'll be back!" he shouted, then raced from Quark's bar, ignoring his brother's parting shout out dismay.

He needed to find Leeta.

--

"Leeta! Waaaait!" Rom hollered, shuffling through the crowded promenade as quickly as he could manage, chasing after her familiar voice. "Leeta! I need to give you something!"

This would be easier, he thought, if Bajorans could hear as well as Ferengi could.

But, at last, Leeta stopped, turning to find him. "Rom? Rom, what's the matt-"

The rest of her sentence trailed off into a hum as Rom reached up, pulling her down to plant a kiss square on her lips. One of her hands cupped Rom's cheek, soft. Rom didn't really know how long a 'good luck kiss' was supposed to last for - he really should have gotten more details before running off (for example, does it need tongue? Bashir never specified.) - but he thought that this should satisfy it.

He pulled away, grinning toothily up at his wife. "Hi, Leeta," he said.

She smiled down at him, cheeks flushed and lovely as always. "Hi, Rom. What was that for?" she asked, looking bemused and delighted.

"It's a kiss," Rom said, perhaps unnecessarily. "For luck," he added. "It's a hoo-man tradition!"

"For luck? Rom," she asked, laughing, "what are you wishing me luck for?"

Rom blinked. "Uhhh... For your day?"

Leeta beamed at him, and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Well, I think it worked. I do feel pretty lucky now."

Rom grinned. "Me, too."

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(also if anyone else wants to make a request, the ask game is here. i can't promise they'll get done as quick or be as long as this one is, though!)

[fanaticsnail]

ah would it be too greedy of me to ask about the pollen fic for koby as well,,, cant seem to get him off my mind lately 〒▽〒

HALP PLEASE IGNORE THIS IF ITS TOO MUCH,,

Not selfish at all! I thank you for it! That beautiful, pink haired marine is just beautiful and I adore him.

Synopsis: Marooned on an unfamiliar island with enemies closing in, you form an alliance with a marine who finds himself in a similar way. While attempting to forage for food, spores erupt and sink into his skin. He will do his best to act as a marine should: protect the innocent, remain disciplined, be strong in the sense of great peril... But you're so close, and something in him is screaming that you have exactly what he needs to rid him of this plague.

The way I can't wait to write this one out in more detail. Just gotta work out if I want amab, afab, m, f, or gn for him. I think the last time I wrote for Koby, he was with an amab!reader for my birthday fic series. I adore him with anyone. He's just so sweet, but absolutely can bring out that dominant side when his initiative is called upon. He is a captain, after all.

Thank you so much for your ask!

WIP Game

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @willtheweaver, thank you! my words are blade, feast, inferno, and snap. These are all from my (nearly done!) first draft of Awakened Witch.

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

blade

He had the knife at Sorrow’s throat before the infernii had finished speaking. Leaning beside the doorframe, glittering in the late-morning light like the overwrought trinket he was, Sorrow’s only reaction to the blade was a taunting grin. “Now, now, little ghost. I paid you to guide me. I assume you charge extra for murder.”

feast

“Come away, highness,” Zander said, taking Lucian’s arm. With the towers stopped to feast, they paused too, snatching what rest they could. “No sense torturing yourself.”

inferno

cheating and using Infernus here :P

“I don’t need your help,” Vren said, though there was no bite to the words. A roughness held them instead, low, almost unsure. Sorrow let his hands linger, settling on Vren’s shoulders. “But wouldn’t it be nice to have it?” he murmured, then bent to capture Vren’s mouth with his own. This was outside, in full view of everyone, and he expected to be shoved away, to laugh and tease and take a bruise for his audacity. Instead there was a moment of hesitation, then a warm hand firm on the back of his neck, holding him in place. A surge of sweet triumph soared in his chest. I’ve got you now, k’zat avrai. The man would do as he wanted. All Sorrow had to do was keep his ghost alive long enough to get him back to Infernus, and House Kyvelian would fall open to him and all his vengeful desires.

snap

Tall he might’ve been, but strong he was not. Even in her current state, [Cherry] reckoned she could snap several of his limbs like twigs before he got anywhere close to being a problem.

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @winterandwords @asterhaze and @charlesjosephwrites with the words broken, head, whine, and alive

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[kheprriverse]

Y’all thinking about an older Ares has RUINED me

[inevitablestars]

snippet hour

thanks for the tag <3 @starsworth

From the day she was born she was a sister, she had a sister. Then she had two. They were all that mattered to Andromeda. Everything else could go sideways, but if she had Bellatrix and Narcissa, then she was okay. That was all she knew to be true. For nearly eighteen years, that was the constant. 

As bad as things could be, she never thought that she would be leaving. It was never unbearable. It’s just how it was. Andromeda never agreed with everything her parents said or did. But what child does? That’s normal.

She could look past the way her entire life, and that of her sisters, had been laid out since their births. She could look past the way their family seemed to look down upon others almost inherently. Being a Black just meant that they were better. It wasn’t a crime to think that. It’s how it is. Though as much as she could make peace with that outlook, she was not expecting it to impact her. 

The man she was meant to marry, once they were a proper age and Bellatrix had already married, was not a bad man. She could find happiness in that life. No one she married would ever tell her what she could or could not do, so what did it really matter? If she loved him or not, it would still be her life. 

Then she fell in love. 

Then she knew she had to leave. 

All she could hope for is that the constant of her sisters would never change. 

tagging (no pressure): @calamitoustide @otrtbs @messrsrarchives @poetskings @weasleytriplets @pretentiouswreckingball @static-radio-ao3 or anyone who wants to!

[basedonconjecture]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I was given AGILE by @introvertedfangrl & EMBER by @operative-arrow; I’m combining them into one post and everyone will just have to suffer out-of-context and out-of-order excerpts. The places I had to go in this wip to find these... good luck guessing what’s happening rofl

AGILE

"A curiosity that, once acknowledged, possessed him. She was like a riddle he could sense the solution to but not enough to grasp."

"Growing bolder, she parted her lips over the pulse point there, tentatively licking the spot."

"It was calming, in its way, watching his fingers against hers, wishing she could knot them together so they could never be undone."

"Looking down at their hands, she threaded her fingers through his, chewing on her lip for a moment."

"Encouraged when she heard him inhale a shaky breath, she did it again. She relinquished her hold on his waist, snaking her hand up the front of his shirt, unrepentantly freeing another button in order to give her more access."

EMBER

"Everything came back to survival in the end."

“'Maybe it ought to be. I’ll bring it up to Viago the next time he’s looking for suggestions,' she said instead, knowing full well she’d do no such thing."

"Between the toughened skin, and the fingers they’d had to rebreak, she’d spent weeks gritting her teeth just to learn how to hold a knife—much longer working to disprove the assumption she’d never develop the needed dexterity."

"Expression hardening, his teeth clenched as he demanded, 'What happened?'"

"Releasing her, he loosed a sigh as he brushed her hair from her face, unable to resist when she turned just a fraction to rest her cheek in his palm."

gently tagging: @thedissonantverses, @mythals-whore, @bygonesigh, @biowaredisasterbisexual, @mageofquandrix, @hyperions-light, @ofcrowsanddragons, @flowersforthemachines

Your word is: FATES

[bromcommie]

for the wip ask!! who is origins 👀 she’s intriguing …

Ah, Origins. Or as I like to call it, Why Am I Doing This. Or alternatively, The Latest Baby in the My Own Personal Goncharov Series.

Basically what happened was I made these silly mockup posters for an in-universe HBO show about Steve's life pre-ice, and then the lovely @booksandabeer made a joking comment in the tags of her reblog about me writing the script for it. And I saw that and thought, "Haha! Yeah, that'd be fun. Would be nice to write a script again. I'm not actually gonna do that though I don't have the time and it's definitely an insane thing to do anyway". And went to bed without a care in the world. And then, well. It Compelled Me for like a month straight. Both because I'm always thinking about just how much better those movies could've been lol, but in this case more specifically the story-within-a-story element, considering that that's already a major part of the whole Steve Rogers vs. Captain America dichotomy.

Anyway flash forward, I'm manically layering post-its on my desk trying to map out the timeline and structure and style for this fucking fake meta Emmy bait-esque biography miniseries (say that five times fast) and its in-universe ripples. It's still in its very early stages and slow going so I don't wanna jinx myself out of getting at least the first "episode" actually done lol, but basically: the series itself is supposed to be around 5-6 45-minute episodes that span Steve's life concluding with the Valkyrie crash. I'm currently playing with the idea of making it a not-strictly-linear narrative with each of the episodes possibly centering around a different theme/aspect, but we'll see. It's also supposed to be a little too dramatized and not a 100% accurate, but close enough to the real thing that it attracts some mixed opinions from the general public as well as Steve himself. Which is really the toughest part right now, because I've decided it means having to a) settle on some kind of outline of what's supposed to be the "real" course and nature of events in the first place and separate it from how the "real" Steve remembers those events, and b) then figure out the context of when this is being made and released in-universe, who this filmmaker is, what their sources/influences would be and how they'd frame it all, and with what goal in mind.

So. I have no idea who this is for honestly or what I'm doing with it, exactly, but. I might've gotten too invested. There are playlists and pinterest boards and possibly a bible. It's all great fun, and it also makes me scream internally because whyyy.

[housewifebuck]

wip game catchup time

I know I have been so so bad about posting/reblogging all the tag games u guys have been tagging me in and im sorry for that!!! consider this a mashup of all the various games ive been tagged in in the last couple days🤪 here's a lil bit of the new firehose wip

tagged by @shitouttabuck @devirnis @theotherbuckley @sibylsleaves @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @athenagranted &lt;3

“Fuck you.” Buck points an accusatory finger in Hen’s direction. “We swore never to talk about that again.”  “Uh, you swore. I distinctly remember not swearing, specifically so I could make sure you never forgot your roots.” She looks all too thrilled by the rise she’s getting out of Buck, her smile growing as he theatrically shrinks in on himself. “And what long, thick roots they are.” Unable to contain his nosiness any longer, Eddie clears his throat and asks, “What are you guys talking about?” Buck whips around immediately, startling like he had forgotten anyone else was present. The superficial scowl he’s wearing morphs into wide-eyed panic, and Hen lets out an honest-to-god cackle as she swivels to face Eddie. “Oh, you didn’t know?” she asks, faux-innocent in a way that implies absolute awareness of his ignorance. “Buck here used to have another nickname.”  Across from them, Buck buries his face in his hands with a childishly loud groan. “You’re ruining my life,” he mumbles. Hen ignores him. “They used to call him firehose,” she continues. This is punctuated by a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows, like it’s some sort of reference Eddie is supposed to understand. Lost, he chances a look at Buck, but his gaze is studiously fixed on the floor, arms crossed and lips pursed tightly.  “Why?” Eddie asks slowly. “Wait, who’s ‘they’?”

[lgwilt]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @insert-witty-user-name-here, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @blackbirdofasgard!

A few sentences from my angsty time slipping wip (which is slowly merging with another wip to become an uncontrollable all-consuming entity).

--

Loki clenched his jaw as the aftershocks reverberated through his body, every nerve ending alight with pain. He’d been yanked from outside R&A and pushed back again so fast his head was spinning, the corridor a bewildering blur of subterranean blues and bilious greens. 

“You’re ok, Loki—just relax, take a breath. It’s gonna be ok…” 

Loki wanted to ask how he could possibly be expected to “relax” when he might start time slipping again at literally any moment (a deceptively innocuous way to describe the experience of being violently pulled in a million different directions at once, stretched and scattered and compressed again, ripped from reality atom-by-atom and reconstituted in the blink of an eye), but right now he didn’t trust himself to speak, let alone form coherent sentences.

“C’mon,” Mobius murmured, taking hold of his arm and gently but firmly steering him down the snaking corridor. “There’s a spare office down here somewhere, just a few more steps…”

--

Tagging @mirilyawrites @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five and very open invitation anyone else who sees this, for this week or next - I love reading these tantalising snippets 💚

[i-sveikata]

Hello, author! I still can't believe we will have a new chapter before Christmas! I'm so happy with this gift, thank you so much!!! 💙 I was wondering if Vegas pov will appear again sometime.. Do you have any plans?

For the game: sleep, drink and bed 😊

ahh yay im so happy youre happy too!!! nice little gift for everyone it turns out!!! oh yes it will make another appearance anon. in fact we will be switching between both of their povs when the bathroom scene takes place ;) i dont have further plans yet for vegas' pov but im not finished the story so who knows there might be more occurrences after that one too! yeah sure!

His hands have shifted a little whilst he was asleep and Pete can’t help but resume stroking his skin, feeling the heat there as his fingertips trail down Vegas’ body.

\

Feeling like a chastised child, Pete picks up his drink, suddenly thankful for his foresight in ordering the beverage in a take away cup before he climbs down the bunk seat one handed and strides determinedly towards the exit.

\

“Fine. Let’s go back to bed.”

It’s a miracle Pete manages not to have a reaction to that with all the others watching them. His hand around the cold drink, now cupped inside the curl of his fingers doesn’t even shake.

[daisy-bugs]

For the WIP ask game! :D

Genuine or if not that, then casual

Somehow, neither of those appeared in any of my current WIPs. Alas.

[pertinax--loculos]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by the always brilliant @thegreatobsesso; as always, thank you! ^_^ I'm going to tag you back, plus @winterandwords, @revenantlore, @space-writes, @sarahlizziewrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @kd-holloman and @artdecosupernova-writing to search their WIPs for the words (or variations thereof): plunge, coy, valid, naked, and rose.

I'm diving into the Old [Redacted] WIP for this (and also chucked it into Scrivener to make the searching easier -- turns out it's only 166k words total so far, which is somehow less than I thought it would be? Honestly this WIP is a fucking beast).

time

Raleigh POV

The stranger narrowed his eyes, raising a hand to block the light. "Who the hell is- wait. You think I'm fucking working with you fundie dicks? The fuck gave you that impression?"

Raleigh had to fight not to splutter. Between the cursing, the casual use of the insult for Members, and the denial of being in on the test, his nervousness was abruptly back full force.

The smirk on the stranger's face intensified. "Take your time. And get that fucking light out of my face."

hono(u)r

Raleigh POV

Raleigh swallowed against a tight throat. This wasn’t an assignment, this was a freaking funeral, a gathering supposed to honour the memory of a passionate young man taken far too soon. And here he was, with the Brotherhood, slithering into the midst of the mourners to poke and prod and tease out information from people at their most vulnerable.

peace

Dash POV

Dash’s jaw locked. He looked away, again, knowing it was cowardly and revealing but unable to stop himself. He was too hungover to deal with this. With all of this, any of this; it was too much, grating against his raw nerves. The modicum of peace he’d felt for those few moments in bed with Alec seemed like a very long time ago. The oxy wasn’t kicking hard enough to smooth the sharpness of all these edges.

war

Raleigh POV

Peter grinned in a way that was clearly supposed to be gregarious but failed to reach his eyes. "Excellent! Okay, so, this place has been abandoned since the War. An old brainbent woman used to live here, a prophecisor, and rumour has it that when she saw the Church was going to win, she hung herself in the attic. Your assignment is to retrieve the rope she used to do the deed."

[ghost-proofbaby]

🎸🎸🎸 maroon please, always maroon (is this chapter going to break my heart? probably)

(i solemnly swear this chapter won't break your heart too bad. this is the first few paragraphs, and rumor has it this chapter will have a sickeningly sweet breakfast scene <3)

Eddie Munson looks prettiest when he’s asleep. At rest. At peace. Face smoothed of all wrinkles and worries, bangs fluttering against his sharp breaths that teeter on the edge of becoming snores, lips pursed for said breaths. You don’t notice the physical toll of someone carrying the weight of the world – the weight of their world, at least – on their shoulders until you see them like this. It’s hard to notice bags beneath the eyes when someone like Eddie is always so animated, it’s impossible to be startled by permanent furrows between the brows until you’ve seen them entirely relaxed. All the small things, minute details you can grow accustomed to during the waking hours, become painfully obvious in the dead of night. It’s not the first time you’ve noticed this upon waking before Eddie Munson, watching him carefully as shades of early dawn wash over him, but it’s certainly been a while.

[finickyfelix]

First/Last Line Tag:

Thanks for the tag @cowboybrunch and @tragedycoded! This is much later than I normally do tag games, but due to the nature of this one I couldn't do it until I was done writing for the day.

Rules: Post the first line and last line you worked on that day.

Here's what I have for today:

First line:

You knew that if you opened that door, he would find out.

Last line:

When the cold wind hit your face, you felt both freer than you'd ever been and like you were chained to the room you'd come from, like you could both run away and couldn't take a single step past the door.

Tagging my beloved tag list, who are below the cut, as well as open tag for anyone else who wants to show me the first and last lines you wrote today!

Hello tag list <3 It's been a while. @the-letterbox-archives, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @the-scaredy-crow, @tragedycoded*, @drchenquill, @fifis-corner, @melpomene-grey, and @cedar-sunshine

(*: since you tagged me, you don't have to do it.)

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to or removed from my tag list.

[netherese-blorb]

ngl I'm really proud of the passage I just wrote (´ ᴗ｀✿) preserving it here in case I need to sacrifice it later to the editing gods.

Snippet of the boat scene in act 3 with Gale and my tav, Cerela.