#wip emoji game

[writingamarie]

for @seeker-of-stories19

🌩️ echoes of the storm (buddie hunger games au)

Buck could remember a few things about his older brother, but most of his memories had faded. He’d been ten when Daniel died, but his family had stopped talking about him. His parents hung his picture up in the front foyer and created their own monument to him, but there were no stories or memories that could be shared without sending his mother into a panic. Because Daniel wasn’t meant to die, he had only been seventeen. He had his whole life ahead of him. And then Buck’s name had been pulled out of the Reaping bowl. The family never forgave him for it, they blamed Buck for his brother’s vicious death, they blamed him for the fact that they had to watch their precious son be brutally murdered. Daniel had volunteered the moment Buck’s name had been called out. The Capital woman had barely gotten through “Evan Buck–” before Daniel had interrupted her. It had been the last time Buck heard his real name. Daniel had called him “baby brother” during their entire goodbye, his parents had stopped referring to him as anything, and Maddie had gotten herself matched off to the Kendall family so he hadn’t heard from her since.

link to a previous echoes of the storm snippet

link to og emjoi wip game post

[buddiesmutslut]

🔮🔮🔮🐺🐺🐺🧛🧛🧛

🔮-

"He fights through the sleepiness with a grumble and pries his eyes open… 

And promptly freezes, feeling his heart drop to the stomach. 

This is not his house. 

The room is all wrong. The bed is position the wrong way and he doesn’t recognize any of the furniture or the decorations. 

Who the hell are you? The same voice from earlier asks, and Buck snaps his head around in search for the source, but the room is empty. He’s alone. 

“Hello?” He calls, his voice echoing off the walls, and that’s definitely not his own voice!"

(Thank you especially for picking this prompt bc I'm obsessed with this idea lol)

🐺-

A deep, angry, threatening growl fills the air - one that doesn’t come from him, which would probably mean more if he wasn’t so exhausted - and everybody freezes in place, their instincts screaming that they’re in danger. It cuts off as soon as Chris leans out of Eddie’s lap and presses against Buck, arms wrapping tightly around the boy and pressing countless kisses to the top of his head, eyes closed tightly as he whispers something that even Eddie, with his supernatural hearing, can’t make out. 

He sees the crew all glance around, looking for the source of the noise, but find nothing. Nobody else seems to have heard it either, so they seem to uncomfortably shrug it off and go back to trying to check on his boys, though their efforts are slightly subdued now, working around where Christopher and Buck are clinging to each other like… 

Well, like they just survived something horrifying. 

🧛-

“Are you still going to be this sweet to me when I change?” He asks, setting the now empty plate down on the bed beside him and turning to curl up beneath Buck’s arm, loving the weight around his shoulders and the fingers trailing softly up and down his spine. 

He feels when Buck tenses beneath him, fingers digging into his back, before he clears his throat. “I’m always sweet to you.” 

Eddie sighs, pulling away just enough to rest his weight on his elbow so he can look at his partner. “Why do you always do that?” 

[heartstringsduet]

Make Me Write!

Tagged by @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton. Thanks for tagging me. I missed writing so gotta do this today if my brain lets me <3

Rules: Send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it.

🪄 - Tarlos healer + elemental fantasy AU

🎶 - Tarlos Glee club AU

⛓️ - Tarlos bdsm verse 🩹 - Tarlos mystery angst fic 1

🍎 - Tarlos mystery angst fic 2

Tagging: @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

@never-blooms @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ladytessa74

@tailoredshirt @paperstorm @decafdino @carlos-tk

@reyesstrand @honeybee-taskforce

[happyhauntt]

make me write!

uhhh i've not been tagged by anybody but i do need motivation to write my fics soooooo send me an emoji and I'll write three sentences for that fic and share some of it!!

✨ hold me like we're going home chapter 6 — girldads!buddie fic

🪦 buddie haunted mansion au

🙃 may grant vs buck's shenanigans

💍lesbian may grant fic based on the song 'christine' by lucy dacus

💊 the 'buck gets an adhd diagnosis' fic

👑 buddie royalty au

🌿 high as fuck!eddie

🌪 buddie twister au

👽 buddie independence day au (don't ask it came to me in a dream)

🩸 buddie carmilla au

[alexagirlie]

😔🤌🏼💙🤯🍬🌋🏩 🐠 😈

Thank you!

😔 oneshot or chapters? This particular WIP is a one-shot for the Dune Fest Event I’m running featuring my OG boys, Paul and Duncan.

🤌🏼 what feels does it hit? Uh celebratory? Big part of it is a smut scene so hopefully sexi.

💙 song(s) inspiration? Not for this particular WIP

🤯 personal character hc in WIP? I always HC that Paul is a big simp for how much muscles Duncan has and loves to give head and I mean as Duncan is played by Jason Momoa.. uh same bro same.

🍬 a gif to describe cutest fluff scene? No fluff scene in this one.

🌋 percentage of being done and ready to post? I would say I am about 75% done? I have a little set up still needing to be edited and I have to finish writing the smut as well but I am a good way through.

🏩 is it gonna hurt the feels? Probably not, should hopefully do the opposite for people that are still sad over canon.

🐠 will we die after this WIP is posted and read? I hope so :D dies from the smexi

😈 next WIP after this one? Next WIP will be to finish InTheDark which is my jacaerys x cregan x reader sequel to LoveGame, my very first x reader fic :)

[mcfiddlestan]

WIP: 🧿

Loki used Tony’s influence all over the city that night, though his own name carried as much, if not equal, prestige in some places. They went to various clubs, private establishments, and the occasional bar or pub, looking for anything that would provide a good time. Loki had never been a big drinker and only dabbled in recreational drug use, but he was chucking everything aside tonight, hoping to kill the deep-seated ache in his heart that Sigyn’s passing had left behind.

[walker-extended-universe]

WIP Emoji Game

My October WIPs are dwindling so let's see what you people can make me do.

Send me an emoji and I'll write five lines of any of the following WIPs and share them:

⚖️- Fire Country AU- Riley lives but Bode's still outcast. Now that Bode is back, how is everyone handling this news? 👹- Sam goes to Claremont- Sam uses Martin as his "stone number one" in the absence of Dean 🐶- Sam/Cordell Bodyswap Chapter 2- Sam tries to blend in and Cordell's in an action movie 🦄- Wildfire Season 4 AU- Dani follows Kris out of California 👶- Single Dad Sam AU- Raising a baby in a motel room brings up trauma for both brothers 🍻- Deranged Dean- August starts to accept his role as "Sammy", and Colter joins the fray 😱- Tracker AU- Russell finds out he has a daughter in the worst way 🎁- Tracker/Fire Country AU- What if Bode didn't get arrested and Sharon uses another method to find her son?

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[the-golden-comet]

WIP in Three Emojis Tag 😳🫣🤭

Thank you for tagging me in this tag game, @ominous-feychild here, open tag from @kaylinalexanderbooks here, @wyked-ao3 here, and @mysticstarlightduck here! 💛✨

Rules: exactly what it says on the tin, try to summarize each of your wip(s) in 3 emojis or less!

Peter Hart: 🏴‍☠️💛🍆

YWIMC: 🧞‍♂️📚🍆

ITROG: 🌳🫙🍆

Tenshito: 🪽😈🍆

LSR: 🤠🚀🍆

OP: RE: 👮‍♂️💰🍆

I will gently tag (no pressure): @fortunatetragedy , @sableglass , @words-after-midnight , @theink-stainedfolk , @davycoquette , @jev-urisk , @saturnine-saturneight , @rotting-moon-writes , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees , @drchenquill , @thecomfywriter , @thatuselesshuman , @the-letterbox-archives , @clevah-girlboss , @theverumproject , @theaistired , @autism-purgatory , @authorcoledipalo , @finickyfelix , @leatafandom , @thebearthatreads , @moltenwrites , @lychhiker-writes , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , @pluppsauthor , @flurrysahin , @glasshouses-and-stones , +open tag for whoever wants to join! 💫✨

[jamiesfootball]

🌈 ALSO something soft as hell from secret nap club pleaaaase owo

He looked like one of those pampered Instagram cats that people dressed up like they were having a spa day. Face goop, eye mask, plush dressing gown, a glass of ice water with a fat lemon slice floating in it, and—

“What the hell is that?”

Jamie followed his gaze down to his arms and smirked.

“What, this?” Jamie asked, adopting the tone of someone who’d brought their prized poodle around to brunch. He wiggled his eye mask the rest of the way off his face, sliding it over his hair like a makeshift hair band. “You weren’t here; I needed something to hold onto to get me to sleep.”

“Is that a football?”

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned. He held the plushie out for inspection. “Mint, innit? One of my fans sent it to me.”

Roy accepted the stuffed football, twisting it around in his hands. It was soft as a baby toy, and sized to regulation, although the skinny arms and legs sticking out of it would probably make it hard to get a decent spin on it. Stitched on the front were two small circles for eyes and a perfect half parentheses smile, something so simple a kid could’ve drawn it on, blissfully serene and ignorant of things like transfer windows and Financial Fair Play regulations. It certainly appeared more well rested than Roy.

Jamie waited expectantly for Roy to praise his excellent choice in plushies.

“Huh,” Roy huffed.

Jamie bristled indignantly. “‘Huh?’ That’s it?”

He made to grab the ball back and squawked in protest when Roy briefly held it up out of his reach before letting him snatched it back. Jamie clutched the toy protectively to his chest.

“Nothing else to add to that? No remarks ‘bout me being too old to sleep with stuffed toys?”

That would be hypocritical of him. “It just means ‘huh.’ I figured if anything, you’d have one of those stupid stuffed sharks from IKEA that everyone won’t shut up about.”

Jamie sat up in bed like a primped-up vampire rising from his coffin. He asked urgently, “What stuffed shark from IKEA?”

Sensing that the remainder of his day was about to be hijacked for something stupid, Roy disappeared into the bathroom. He at least deserved a chance to rinse off the stench of contract negotiations first.

Approximately thirty seconds later, a body thudded against the door. The doorknob rattled, followed by a whine when it didn’t open. “Roy! We need to go to IKEA.”

[writingamarie]

WIP Wednesday…

🌊 post tsunami AU buddie (the only easy day)

🐝 post lawsuit AU TK/Buck(the pull of us)

🌩️ hunger games AU buddie (echoes of the storm)

🤠 post season 7/eddie backstory buddie (doesn’t change a thing)

⛪️ catholic school au buddie (best kept secret)

🫧 dead dove post lawsuit (ruined)

👶🏻 age gap au buddie(TBA Title)

🛻 room au eventual buddie (TBA Title)

[buddiesmutslut]

WIP Emoji Game

I love to play writing games, and I can't decide what to work on, so please make me write! I'm hoping this will give me motivation to work on some stuff that I started and am struggling to finish 🙏

Send me emoji's & I'll share a few sentences of what I have written 👀👀

🔮- Pre canon Buddie (Freaky Friday)

👪- Post 8x01

✌️- Twin Story

🐺- Post-tsunami supernatural

🤱- Pre-Canon Buck & Maddie

🧛- Vampire Buck (Cont. of published story)

🕵️- Firefighter spy Buck

If you also want to play, please consider yourself tagged & share your works!

[dangerpronebuddie]

Gotta go with clipboard buck fic! 📋📋📋

Hi Daffi my dear! Here's some clipboard Buck for you (I'm almost done!!!):

“Eddie, whatever it is, it's not stupid. Come on, it's just me.” “That's exactly it,” Eddie says, dropping his hands. One lands atop Buck's, still on his leg. Buck turns his palm up and squeezes Eddie’s hand. He looks into Buck's eyes, finding nothing but acceptance and a hint of concern in the depths of the bright blue.  “I can't take that quiz,” Eddie says. Buck nods slowly, but stays silent. “I want to be able to do that for you, Buck, but…” “Are you afraid of the answer you might get?” Buck asks in a soft voice.

Make Me Write!

[fromthechaoticmind]

WIP in 3 Emojis - Tag Game

WIP in 3 emoji tag

Thank you for the tag, Kate! ( @winglesswriter ) Sorry I'm getting to this so late!

Rules: Describe your WIPs using 3 emojis.

By Your Side (ff): ⚔️ ❤️ 🦵

Cat and Mouse (ff): 🧟 🏍️ ⚔️

Alium (og): ⚡️🤝 🧪

The Dragon's Eye (og): 🎁 🐉 🔥

No pressure tag for: @levmada , @littlerequiem , @sixpennydame , @amywritesthings , @chaotic-on-main , @romantichomicide95 , @come-away-with-me87 , anyone else that would like to join!

[solstheimtxt]

is this anything

(also posted on pf while im figuring that out yahoooo)

[mcfiddlestan]

WIP: 🥓

“I swear to whatever god that will listen, I'm gonna punch that asshole Quill in his perfect little nose one of these days. I don't care if he does have a mouth like a Hoover,” Bucky grumbled to Natasha as he set her drink down and sat beside her before he even noticed Sam.