#wip wednesday writing game

[aparticularbandit]

@tamsinswriting - your words from monaca towa fic!

The closer Monaca gets to the cabins, the more she smells something fishy cooking.  Her stomach rumbles even harder, and that – combined with the bright sun and the lack of real rest – sets her into a foul mood.  She storms towards the scent of grilled fish, and on seeing Servant in front of a grill, she barks out, “You! Forgot! To! Invite! Monaca!”

(It’s easier to be mad than it is to be afraid.  The fear is still there, curled around her heart, but she can ignore it as long as she’s yelling at someone.)

[ravenstakeflight]

writing blog reblog les fuckin go

Wishes, Wishes, Truth (tmr teen wolf fuckers)

deadzuku picnic fic

clary is a baby and an idiot: the fic

jaylad nicknames twisted rip jaston todd lol

tdbkdk angst or smth

Isaac stops, turning around. The last time someone had asked him a question like that in the woods, Derek and Teresa had made a deal. This time, though, it's a boy that smells like Teresa, like death and destruction and sand, but also like smooth cactus fruits and ocean breeze.

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!

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[thornilee013]

Also Etienne because I wanna know more about Andrew's Emotional Support dog's friend.

prev | Etienne | WW 31.7.2024

One minute, Jean had been given at least a dozen plush toys for Etienne to play with, and the next he'd watched her place them all along the edges of her bed and lay on top of them. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, other than that she seemed to enjoy the toys. She simply didn't enjoy them like a typical dog would. 

It all started when he got a stuffed elephant from Camille and Amélie. Etienne had carried it everywhere with her for a month, including on walks, and was sure to show it off to everyone who went by.

“Where’s Albert?” Jean asked her, and without fail, Etienne dropped Albert the stuffed Elephant into his open palm. Time, and dog slobber, had not been kind to the poor elephant, and many parts of his motley body were the result of patchwork Jean had done to keep the elephant whole. 

MASTERPOST

BONUS: I commissioned @emry-stars-art for a glimpse into Jean's life with Etienne!

(THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, @emry-stars-art !!!!!!!!)

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard MWAH

I'm hoping to have this bad boy done and posted before Christmas. Tomorrow is my last day of work for the year, so we're gonna bunker down and finish off the last third or so of this in the next few days!

“I’m putting an offer on a house,” Eddie says in a rush. “Buck and I were talking earlier and I told him and he just – freaked out, I don’t know. I mean, I knew he was having a hard time with me moving, but I didn’t think – We were fine and then suddenly we were in the middle of a giant fight.” That’s when Tommy realizes – Eddie sounds scared. “Eddie, what happened?” “I fucked up,” Eddie chokes out. “We both said some awful things, things we didn’t mean. And now he won’t answer my texts or call me back.” Tommy gets to his feet. “When did this happen?” “What time is it? Fuck, I don’t know, like an hour ago?” “An hour?” Worst case scenarios start flashing through Tommy’s mind. Buck was angry and hurting last night, deliberately seeking out a hookup with a partner he knew would hurt him – and that was before he fought with his best friend. “You’re just calling me now?” “I had to deal with my kid!” Eddie snaps. “Chris overheard us fighting, and I hadn’t told him about moving either – I thought I’d surprise him with it, fuck, I don’t know. Anyway, then Chris freaked out because he doesn’t want to stay in Texas permanently but that’s fucking news to me. It’s all a mess and I need to talk to Buck and make it right but he won’t pick up.”

tagging @bigfootsmom @princessfbi @homerforsure @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @marthamaewhovier @lemonzestywrites @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @tizniz @alchemistc @loucifersbitch @dadbodbuck @firehose118 💜

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

I was tagged by so many lovely people in tag games recently and I've just been slacking 😔 thank you to @eddiebabygirldiaz, @devirnis, @honestlydarkprincess, and @tizniz for the wip wednesday tag 💕 I don't think I've shared anything from this one before... But here, have some bucktommy petplay:

“Poor thing.” Tommy’s voice is overly sweet, igniting the fire of humiliation in the pit of Buck’s belly as he gets his hand on the swell of Buck’s ass. “You’d do anything to get off right now, wouldn’t you? You don’t even care that someone could come over and see you like this.” It’s not a question, they both know it’s true, but Buck nods anyway. His head feels disconnected from his body as it wobbles on his neck.

Tommy laughs again and it makes Buck’s face burn impossibly hotter. The threat of someone walking by and seeing Buck like this, lust drunk and gagging to get off, only serves to make the fire in his belly threaten to flashover and consume him whole.

“You’d let me bend you over the hood of my truck and fuck you right here, wouldn’t you? Just as long as you get stuffed full of cock, you don’t care.”

There isn’t enough oxygen left in the world for how hard Buck is sucking in air. The back of his head hits the passenger window with a thunk, too heavy for him to hold it up anymore.

Tommy brushes his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip, dragging the soft flesh down and exposing Buck’s teeth. “Do you think you’ve earned it, puppy? Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

Tagging whoever has something to share <3

[dangerpronebuddie]

🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 obviously 🙄 (pretty please, I love it so much)

Obviously 😁

“It's- it's disgusting!” Buck cries. “What is?” Hen asks as she sits down beside Chim. “Eddie and Ethan spent the entire call flirting,” Chim says. “Buckaroo is handling it like a true professional.” Buck sticks his tongue out at Chim. “It is unprofessional that they spent more time talking about Ethan's tattoos than actually doing their job.” “And… what's professional about whatever you and Eddie got going on?” Hen questions, raising her eyebrows. “Not the point,” Buck says, pointing a finger at her. “Besides, we don't have anything going on.” “There's his real problem,” Chim says before snapping his gum. “I just think it's weird Eddie's always hanging around that guy whenever we get called to a scene with them,” Buck says, trying to get the conversation back on track. “And- and they're texting constantly. I know we said we'd try and set them up but it's excessive!” Hen leans close to Chim like she's going to whisper to him, but uses a stage whisper instead. “I think I've seen this before.” Chim nods sagely and strokes an imaginary beard. “I think you're right. Think he'll date this one too?”

Make Me Write!

(also, I really liked this bit, so it's my WIP Wednesday!)

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[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

First wip of 2025 :D I was tagged by so many people in November and December but haven’t been writing much, so I had nothing to share. Thank you anyway!! It’s always a pleasure to read your writing and admire your art <3

Tagged by: @thequeenofthewinter @skyrim-forever @moriche @saltymaplesyrup @lucien-lachance @theoneandonlysemla @miraakulous-cloud-district @sylvienerevarine

Tagging you all again and adding: @wispstalk @elavoria @inkysqueed @vivifriend @darcxaosit @ladytanithia @lillxart @nuwanders and anyone currently working on something they want to share :)

Scribbled most of this down on my lunch break. A snip from chapter 2 of the Lucien/Silencer filth I’ve been churning up because new year, same fixations :3

She appears at the backdoor, bone-bright, spilling in like starshine, and it awakens within him the atavistic fear to run. Void-blessed, he’s never learned how to grow toward the light, and he fights his nature to remain before her, unflinching. “Oh, it’s you,” she says. “Hi.” As if she hardly noticed his absence, and he steps closer to crowd her in against the door.  Lucien will risk her cruelty before he’ll be reduced to prey, so he lets her play these silly games in her cruel and spiteful ways, because he knows who he is even if she feigns forgetfulness. Sithis granted him strength, and her strange magic can’t erase it. Not his power, his greatness. Not the past they once shared. The fact that before they were this, he was her Speaker, and he didn’t merely save her— he tempered her. He made her, and his mouth still knows the vicious tang of her blood.  “Did you miss me?” “Were you gone?”  Twitch of a smirk that makes her dark eyes darker. It’s a vision that will haunt him into sleep. Anger or something worse herds blood faster through the vein as Lucien smiles to himself, raises a hand to her cheek, cradles her gently as he regards the beautiful shape of her skull.

[the-golden-comet]

✨💋Friday Kiss Tag✨💋

✨🎉🎊 Iiiiiiiiiit’s FRIDAY 🎊🎉✨

You know what that means. Smoochin’ (or share) Time! 💋💖

Some extra kudos and love to the following individuals who tagged me this week:

@kaylinalexanderbooks for a heads up seven up tag, @illarian-rambling for an OC deep dive, both @justabigoldnerd and @pippinoftheshire for both WIP Wednesday and Playlist Shuffle tags, @gioiaalbanoart for an open Mixed Fried tag, @ominous-feychild for a silent Saturday tag, @the-inkwell-variable for a Proud Of and Last Line tag, @willtheweaver for a Proud Of Tag, @sableglass , @words-after-midnight , and @tragedycoded for a Pride of Line tag, @noblebs and @illarian-rambling for Find The Word tags, @drchenquill , @tragedycoded , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @cowboybrunch , and @theink-stainedfolk for a Writing Share Tag! ANNNND the Friday Kiss Tags from @leahnardo-da-veggie and @illarian-rambling !!Wow!! That deserves another smoochin’ gif! Thank you all!!

For everyone else who has tagged me who I may have missed, thank you so much and I always appreciate your tags!! As I wrap up Draft 2 of YWIMC, I will be very busy getting technical editing done and preparing the story for launch, so in the meanwhile I may miss some tags. Please always feel free to tag me, even if I miss them! I love seeing what the community is doing, even if I’ve been a little quieter than usual 💫✨

Now, onto the tag! 💛

Here are the kiss rules 💋✨:

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts.

And if you don’t have a kiss, no worries! You can still participate by treating this post as a writing share! 💚

Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!

I will attempt to fit as many tags this week as possible in this post as I give you this heartbreaking excerpt from YWIMC:

For the music tag, take some Christina Perri’s “Jar of Hearts” to set the stage:

And now, without ANY dialogue, get ready for a gutwrenching scene where Ali and Noah are fighting. I’m putting it underneath the cut because there is a ⚠️ trigger warning for domestic violence. ⚠️ Use discretion.

✨👇Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

In one last act of desperation, Noah started to scream. He screamed in pain, anger, sorrow, stress. He screamed a guttural scream that instinctively made Ali flinch and his gut turn. The djinn slapped a hand to Noah’s mouth to muffle the agony as Cauldwell tried pulling his head away, only briefly stopping his distressed cries to jolt out of Ali’s attempt to silence him. And in another attempt to stop the visceral screams, the genie wrapped his arms tightly around his master, and held Noah’s head to the frantic pulse in Ali’s neck.

In his fight or flight, Noah beat closed fists on Ali’s shoulder blades. Frustration, desperation, culminating sorrow bubbled out of his chest as he wailed into Ali’s neck, and onto Ali’s back. Cauldwell’s attempts at kicking were stopped by the genie’s knees pinning his legs down, and in the heat of the struggle Noah’s lenses slid off his face and clattered on the floor….the left lens cracking and the right one remaining whole.

Ali grit his teeth and bore the strikes, yet refused to let go. He held the back of Noah’s head, the face to his nape, and weathered the flagellation. Weaker and weaker the strikes rained, but the tempest would not stop the flood from Noah’s olive eyes. Anger and frustration gave way to despair, until finally Cauldwell crumbled.

Furious, hot screams turned into icy cries and frigid tears. The furious fists flexed their fingers to tightly clench the back of Ali’s collar. Noah’s arms, once trying to push away, pulled around Ali’s neck to bring him closer. The anger stinging Ali’s corneas simmered away as his face softened, washing cold sadness over his somber face.

Ali and Noah naturally slid to sit on the cool vinyl floor as the genie kept his master locked to his chest. Resting at the foot of the couch, Ali let a silent prayer parse his lips, pressing the plump skin to the top of Noah’s head as his eyebrows furrowed in deep contemplation.

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

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[deadliestpieceontheboard]

inspired by tumblr user @dayurno 's raven jeremy scene titles here's a collection of some of my favorite chapter titles of the raven neil AU for today's wip Wednesday

[thosegayoldmen]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @impulsemuppet!!

🚨 THIS IS A TWO-PARTER!! 🚨

Have a BEEG snippet from me and @ghoulehhh just cause we feel nice! This is part 1! Here's the second part 😉

Loki’s face settles into a calm mask, the small, smug smile resting on his lips radiating a sense of ease - even if he can feel his bones shaking with excitement…and maybe fear. That feeling only intensifies as he sets foot in the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a chilling finality once he’s cleared the threshold. Striding towards the table with confidence, he slides into the empty seat opposite the prisoner and drops his folder down.  The grizzled Variant sitting there only reacts once the chair scrapes the floor and the folder hits the table. He’s still slouching in his own chair, hands remaining in his lap - but at least there’s an air of recognition amidst his general state of malaise, something that could vaguely pass for rapt attention. Loki flips open to the top page as he settles in, deciding the timestick he’s brought should stay in his lap - well out of the other man’s reach. Instead of sprawling out like he would normally, he keeps his legs firmly tucked in towards his side. He can’t place why he feels the need to exercise such caution, but something inside prods him to do so. Better safe than sorry. “So…M-KI211 is it?” he starts, keeping things casual and his tone light. His attention is on the stack of papers, pretending like he isn’t the least bit interested in anything else. “...Or do you have a less formal name I can call you?” “That’s what they’re callin’ me?” the gray-haired man replies after a few moments, his voice dull and even. There’s a shallow sigh, a look of disappointment crossing his features. And then he’s mumbling: “Dunno what I expected. Sounds kinda boring.” Hearing Mobius’ voice come out of the stranger’s mouth is jarring to say the least. It’s the same, unmistakably so, but it sounds so dead compared to the original. Loki resists the urge to frown, thoughts already racing through his head about who this particular Variant could be, what could have possibly happened to him to make him already so different to the Mobius he knows.  Not-Mobius lifts his cuffed hands just so he can scratch at a little itch on his cheek, the pad of his blackened thumb rubbing close to the fissure that’s running straight down from his hairline. Loki’s eyes follow him as he moves, watching those charred fingers linger on vivid blue lines before he lets them drop back down into his lap with a clink of the metal cuffs. Overall, he looks tired and thoroughly battered, like he might fall apart right here, skin worn and bruised and sickly-looking - and yet Loki can still feel a power radiating from him.  He glances a bit further up, making eye contact with those faintly glowing blue irises and regretting it immediately. It’s familiar, that something - almost intoxicatingly so. The Variant’s lip curls into a slightly more pronounced smile - an amused one - and Loki quickly looks away, back down at the document.  “Well, it’s one of the names here,” he comments, flipping through a few pages of the document, most of which have heavy edits and large sections completely crossed out, all with different variant numbers attached. He’s not really reading much of anything, eyes skimming the text instead. “Though you’re quite right - it is rather boring.” He straightens in his chair, looking back up from the document with an apathetic nod of his head. “What would you expect me to call you?”

Tagging mostly so people can see, since I'm late YET AGAIN 😅

@elodiah @lokimobius @natendo-art @kcscribbler @kusakichan15

@mythical-magik @devilbearingtrouble @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony

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@insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

[ofcrowsanddragons]

The First Kiss Scene That Didn't Include Any (Much?) Kissing / Rook's Demisexual Love Letter to Lucanis

Thank you for tagging me in WIP Wednesday, @basedonconjecture! Tagging @dustdeepsea, @i-had-bucky, @teyrnacousland, @thebaldursmouthgazette and @deputyrook if you have anything from fic to meta that you'd like to share.

This is a MUCH later snippet of my Rookanis fic, A Working Relationship, which jumps to the point where a young Crow Rook and an undercover "Luca" are in Minrathous and there are FEELINGS.

Thank you to @thedissonantverses for encouraging me as I worked on figuring out the dynamic between these two.

An earlier side fic, But I Won't Do That includes this bit of context:

Lucanis might have his own blindness, but he knew enough to realize that anything he could offer might not be seen as optional by the younger assassin, and the thought terrified him.

If such a thing happened, Viago could slit his throat and Lucanis would prearrange to hide the body.

Here's the first draft of the first kiss/almost kiss scene. The final version might be different, but I need to write another 20-30k words to get there. (Power dynamics, consent issues addressed, no sex).

I leaned in, placing one hand gently against the back of the chaise. I kept my weight on my feet, ready to step back if I was rebuffed. My whole body was tight with anticipation, my mind ready to pull back at the rejection I knew was coming.

Instead, Luca raised his eyes to mine.

I could drown in them, I thought. His eyes had gone dark with want, for all that he looked at me like something wounded.

He held himself rigid, like he was afraid to move. His jaw was slack, peppered with evening stubble across the warm tones of his skin, and his lips were parted just so.

Without thought, drawn to the heat of him, I reached across his other shoulder and braced my hand against the chaise. I boxed him in, tentative, and the fabric of my sleeve just barely brushed his arm.

I let my weight fall onto the chaise, and the inside of my knee brushed against his thigh. It felt like lightning, and I sucked in a breath, desperate to keep my eyes on Luca, to not be distracted by my own reactions.

He was trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Luca raised a hand from where it rested on the side of the chaise. There was a barely visible shake in the fingers as his arm skirted over the velvet cushions and came to hover near my hip, like he was afraid to touch me. Taking it as a sign of his interest, I sighed out my relief even as I kept the toes of one foot on the floor, ready to pull away if he needed me to.

My back leg trembled, and I wanted nothing more than to fall into his lap. The heat from his muscular thigh on the inside of my leg was agony, and I felt weak with it.

I was afraid to touch him, too. I was afraid to push too far.

“Look at me,” I breathed, inches away from his face.

Warm, brown eyes met mine, and I marvelled at the softness of them. At the smooth planes of his face and the mole next to his hairline. At the crease between his brow and the spot next to his nose. At the creases in his bottom lip.

His tongue darted out on reflex, to wet the lips even as he prepared to push me away.

“You don't have to do this,” he said, even as his eyes fell to my lips and he tilted his face to match mine. The fear in his voice was real. “Please tell me you know that.”

The warm breath from his voice was close enough to feel against my lips, and I bit my lower lip without thinking, sweeping my tongue out to soothe the dryness I found there. My mind felt like it was full of the thick, sweet syrup used by a nearby street vendor.

“I don't know if I can stop,” I said, too honest. Not knowing what he wanted, too full of whatever I was feeling to make room for him, I tasted something like failure at the back of my mouth.

He met my eyes, and his fingers finally brushed against my hip. The lightness of it felt like a brand, striking like a viper through my nerves and into my chest. I had to slap down the instinctive rise of my magic to meet it.

I gasped, falling forward another inch as I struggled to keep my eyes on his.

Luca’s eyebrows were furrowed as he kept his touch light on my hip, his other hand clenched in the cushions. All of the tension in his body was held away from me, in his legs and core and his far arm. I didn't know what he was holding back, but I wanted to beg for it. I wanted him to pull me down and fist his hand in my hair like he was holding the cushion and I knew it was too much.

That light touch, urging me closer. I obeyed without a thought.

Luca tilted his head forward and I let my forehead meet his in a gentle touch. It felt like a cool breeze on a summer day, and I sighed into it with relief, closing my eyes.

“Any advantage you want,” he breathed in promise, “It's yours for the asking. I don't want…”

I should stop, I thought, but I was afraid of what would happen if I did. I was afraid that he would look at me afterward like a student who had tried to seduce him for safety, for power, for resources. For a chance to live.

“You've given me everything I've asked for,” I said, tilting back so that my lips almost brushed his. “Can I ask for something else?”

“Anything within my power,” he vowed, breath ghosting across my lips.

I pulled away enough to meet his eyes, feeling an overwhelming wave of my own emotion threatening to spill out of them.

His hand dropped, instantly. His expression was guarded, on the verge of the desperate triumph of being proven right.

“Believe me,” I begged, meeting his desperation with my own. “Believe me when I say that I want you.”

He searched my face, eyes flickering across my features. “Why?”

I finally stopped resisting the urge to touch, and I let my hands grasp at his shoulders. He startled, like it was a shock I would touch him this way.

The wants of my own flesh barely registered. The only thing I needed was this.

“Because you're beautiful,” I said, reaching for the meaning that meant more than his handsome face or his grace in battle. “Because the first day I met you, you started changing out our rations until everyone had something they enjoyed eating, not just me. Because you're kind when you don't have to be—because when the world tells you not to be, you'll be kinder out of spite.”

His lips twitched with a pull at the corner that was barely a smile. “Acting out of spite is hardly a virtue.”

“I don't care,” I said, leaning fully into his space, drawing both feet up so that I was kneeling on either side of his leg, a blasphemous approximation of an Andrastian chant. “Void damn it, Luca, I'm an assassin. You told me yourself that there's no virtue in what we do.”

His expression changed, slackened into something softer. “You make me wonder if it could be different,” he told me, with something like a smile rising up from his eyes.

My heart was pounding in my ears, as fast as a sparrow’s. I fought the urge to run, feeling the unfairness of doing so when I had trapped Luca so thoroughly. I forced myself to meet his eyes, even as the sensations of the man’s warm body beneath my legs and hands rose into the foreground.

I blew out a breath. “I want you. What do you want?”

Something seemed to rise in him at those words, settling over his face and pulling at his restraint, and it thrilled through me like a wave of electricity. He held fast, holding himself back, only bringing his hand back to my hip in a touch so feather light it risked driving me insane.

“I just…” Luca started, and trailed off like he didn't know what he was trying to say. The hand at my hip settled more firmly into the position he'd use to lead me in a dance. “I want—”

He cut himself off with a growl of frustration and brought his free hand to my shoulder. In one smooth movement, he threw me onto my back on the soft, velvet cushions of the chaise. I had to force myself to relax into it, and I let my arms fall, boneless, along the back and over the edge of the couch.

“Is it too much,” said Luca, kneeling between my legs, with one elbow against the back of the chaise gripping my arm, “To want you to feel like you don't have to be afraid?”

“We're dangerous people,” I said gently, tilting my chin to expose my throat. “Maybe I know what that means, and I trust you not to hurt me.”

He rolled off the chaise into a crouch on the floor. I felt the bitter disappointment at the loss of contact, but I stayed on the cushions, following his movement only with my eyes. I was exhausted, aroused, and beyond ready to retreat into my bedroom to cry into the pillows. The points of warmth on my body that Luca had touched tingled with the awareness of the loss of him. I had been expecting a rejection, but I didn't know what this was.

With too much gentleness, Luca reached from where he had settled on the floor, to hold my hand where I had allowed it to drape over the edge.

He met my eyes. “I don't want you to be afraid.”

I pulled his hand up onto the cushion, slow and telegraphed, forcing him to let go or move so that his knees were closer to the base of the chaise. He chose to move forward, and I turned onto my side. He watched carefully as I pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, next to the meat of his thumb, and then rested my cheek against it like a pillow. I let my eyes fall shut.

His breathing was even and deliberate in the way that we’re trained to be.

I let my mind drift to the solid mountain of my dreams, where my feet were always on the ground and there was always a way forward, no matter what obstacle rose in front of me.

Frowning, still focusing on the way the imaginary light reflected from the harsh alpine trail, I told him, “I don’t know how to stop being afraid. What does it feel like, when you’re not afraid?”

The sound of wet laughter. “I’m not sure I can answer that right now.”

“Maybe,” I said, opening my eyes, “We can find out together?”

Too much hope was riding on the last word, but Luca didn’t pull away. Instead, the smile—maybe the first real, true smile I had ever seen from him—lit up his eyes in a way that took my breath away. I let what was probably a stunned smile play across my face, in turn.

“Maybe so,” he said, voice soft as he shuffled forward so that he could rest his head against mine.

I let my breathing match his, and let the time pass me by, luxuriating in the closeness of another being who I somehow, miraculously, trusted with more than my life.

[aparticularbandit]

for 11/13/24

@twyrewolf - your words from junko in ddlc!

Junko barely wakes up in the morning, rubbing her hands with a clenched fist, before Sayori bursts in her front door.  She doesn’t have time to question whether she slept at all or if the game just jumped from one scene directly into the next; she yawns and steps from the bed where Yuri left her – fortunate of the game to not wake her in the bed that she wasn’t in – and waits.  Sayori won’t know she’s in here.  She’ll think she’s in the other bedroom, the one that’s meant to be hers.  Then again, so are her clothes, and if the game is going to force her to play it no matter whether she wants that or not, she’d like to be doing it in….

Well, they aren’t her own clothes because she didn’t really choose them, but given that none of the clothes in the game are, she might as well call them that.

Unless she wants to be petty.

(Junko often wants to be petty.)

[aparticularbandit]

WOO WIP WEDNESDAY!

Gonna try and go through the rest of last week's asks after posting this.

BUT.

New option this week! And then the same three from last week. >.>;;;;

File Names:

immortal witch riding hood

end rewrite pt. 2

monaca towa fic

soulmate timer au

Snippet:

She picks at the nothing on her wrist the same way she chews on unpopped kernels with the molars farthest back in her mouth and she stares at a world that despises her existence before she’s ever even done one solitary thing to deserve it and she slips the silver band back into place, tightening it over that bare, empty spot, hiding it from prying eyes, and she glances over to the sister who may as well have stolen her timer from her, may as well have gnawed it off in the womb, her eyes resting on the timer etched into the same location on the inside of her wrist, all greyed out zeroes faded into her skin.

Her sister’s curse was that she loved Fenrir more than her, that a pack of fucking bitches would be considered her soulmate more than her own sister.

(Her sister’s curse was that her timer started ticking again a few months later, and a sharp, cold spear situated itself just next to her heart, sweat beading on her forehead.  She told her about this, once, when she returned, as if the second bright flash of light might mean more than the first.  It doesn’t.  She should never have needed a fucking timer to tell her to come back to her.  She’s an idiot for thinking that makes it more poignant.)

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.

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@oitreewrites @post-and-out @1attheedge @qqaba

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

Im curious about the andreil competency kink wip :)

I hope this satisfies your curiosity!

WIP Wednesday 1/15/25 | Andreil 5+1 Competency Kink

Matt hears Andrew and Neil quietly speaking back and forth in quiet Russian in the locker room before he goes to shower. Their tones are subtly heated, almost sounding like they’re fighting. Matt pushes the thought aside, no need to get involved when they clearly don’t want anyone overhearing them. In the shower, Matt turns up the water as hot as he can stand it. The spray of hot water slowly loosens his sore muscles, washing his aches down the drain with the soap. By the time he finishes, there’s only one shower stall still occupied. When Matt exits the locker room he finds an annoyed trio waiting in the lounge with Dan. 

“Neil and Andrew taking a long time?” he asks.

Kevin doesn’t respond, just sighs loudly and crosses his arms. Aaron barely acknowledges him from where he’s sat presumably texting Katelyn on his phone. 

“They always take so long after a hard practice,” Nicky complains. “You’d think Neil worked us enough to want to go home as soon as possible, but no. He and Andrew always take forever.”

Matt’s starting to put two and two together now. The pair taking so long after practice, all the Russian in the locker room, the single occupied shower. He gets it. They’re fucking. Goddamn it. Allison was right.

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @homerforsure

Everything is going great!

“With that championship ring he was wearing, he could have done some serious damage.” Tommy applies one of the bandages to the cut. “Just your luck to pick a girl with a jealous boyfriend.” Buck’s gaze skitters away, and he hunches in on himself. Warning bells go off in Tommy’s head. “Buck,” he says, pressing two fingers under Buck’s chin and tilting his face back up. “You didn’t know she had a boyfriend, right?” Finally, Buck makes eye contact, defiance blazing in his eyes. “Why do you even care anymore?” Tommy flounders, confused. “I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” Buck’s face twists with rage. “God, you’re infuriating.” He shoves Tommy away and gets to his feet. “You broke up with me because I wanted a future together and you didn’t. Fine. But then you keep – showing up, and I think that maybe you still – You keep giving me hope, but you don’t want me and I can’t –” He breaks off with a frustrated growl, chest heaving as he works himself up. ���You were so worried about me breaking your heart, but what about my heart, huh? Stop stringing me along. You want to leave so just fucking leave.”

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[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @try-set-me-on-fire, @mellaithwen, @tizniz, @homerforsure, @princessfbi,

@hoodie-buck , @loserdiaz <3 <3 <3

i have not written much but here's a bit from helicopter crash:

“Hey, no, no— None of that. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.” Tommy taps Evan’s cheek, holding his face between his palms once again. He’s afraid to let go.  A hurt noise rattles from somewhere within Evan’s chest, a wounded bird beating against the bars of his ribcage. “Tom–Tommy?”  “Right here, kid,” Tommy murmurs, swiping his thumbs over the high points of Evan’s cheeks. Evan’s eyes are unfocused, gaze drifting around the cockpit as he struggles to find the source of Tommy’s voice. Tommy’s stomach twists into a painful knot. That doesn’t bode well for the lack of a head injury. Tommy gently tilts Evan’s head so he’s directly facing him. He can see the moment that Evan finally finds him. His face twists in concern, brows knotting together with worry and his lips dip down into a tremulous frown.  “Y’okay? Wha’ happened?” Evan slurs, shifting in the harness as a clumsy arm comes up. Tommy thinks he’s aiming for his face, but Evan misses by a mile, heavy hand glancing off of Tommy’s elbow.  Tommy catches his hand, lowering it back down. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he says, ribs twinging.

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