#wip line game

[leveragehunters]

"🌹" *waves pompoms at you 11 times*

Yay! Have a longer bit:

Steve sighed again, peeled himself off the door, took two steps and froze.

Someone else was in his apartment.

They were barely a shadow, the sinking sun highlighting size and bulk, one arm gleaming unnaturally as they stepped forward. "Steven Grant Rogers."

"Great. It's not enough I'm gonna get murdered, I've gotta get full-named first." He glanced around, but there was nothing he could use as a weapon, unless he wanted to chuck a box at the guy. "What do you think you are, my babysitter?"

[from current working title 'Star', but it's had like nine name changes]

[inked-out-trees]

You know that ask game for single sentences of drafts? Here's 300 something words I wrote as a tester for a fic (you know the one) not been proofread in the slightest.

"Have you seen the thing?"

Kevin poked his head out from the breaker box. "You realize that's vaguer than I can help with right?"

"Nevermind, I'll find it." James disappeared up the stairs, "Have you seen Keith by the way?"

Kevin flipped off another breaker, "Last I heard he wanted to check out the maze." Hall light was still on, so were the dining room and lounge. Maybe the kitchen?

"Good lord he's still out there. Come look,"

Kevin joined James upstairs looking through a leaded window. Sure enough he could make out Keith in the distance, wandering around confused in the labyrinth.

"We should help him, right?" James paused, watching Keith spin round.

"Look at him, he can figure it out," Keith was attempting to jump high enough to see over the hedges and failing miserably. "Eventually."

☆♤♡◇♧☆

Kevin did his best to find a comfortable position to sit. He ignored the possibility of falling off the roof to an untimely demise, or worse being stuck in agony for hours a broken pulp of a man and Then dying, instead trying not to drop the walkie talkie.

"Can you hear me ok?" James was at the maze entrance, his overalls had inexplicably gotten covered in paint throughout the morning (origin still unknown).

"If I die like this-"

"You'll be fine, it's not that high up." James lied.

"Fine, whatever. But will you please pretend to be my mysterious ex lover who may've killed me yourself at my funeral?"

The radio hissed.

"James?"

"Just tell me where to go."

"That's not a no, head straight then go to the left. I just think the intrigue would be neat, like all the guests would wonder about me having this mysterious affair- take a right, no your other right." 

"What guests? Your sister?"

"I know people!"

"Sure you do." Kevin could hear James rolling his eyes at him. Keith was at the other end of the maze, seeming to take a momentary break to lay on the ground in dejection. What a mood.

what a mood indeed. I think maybe you're trying to get me to respond with larger and larger snippets until you get all 76 thousand words-in-progress of fixed point in one answered ask. i'm onto you! here's a collection of lines and exchanges i really like so far from the latest chapters

"Chris," Robert says, with all the false gravitas he'd use when acting out a death confession. "I'd say it's been an honour, but I really don't think it has."

"We're not going to die," Chris says, exasperated. (Chapter 7)

With no further response, Max wanders around the back of the flats. For a minute he thinks Dennis has somehow disappeared as well, but then Dennis pops up from the ground, having been deeply examining the base of a shrub. (Chapter 8)

And maybe he should talk to Geoff about it, but at the same time he wants to keep it close, hold their visages in a sort of retribution. To not let them go a second time. In some ways it feels like he's searching them out, desperately trying to find pieces of his old castmates in the personalities and mannerisms of his colleagues. Other times it just feels pointless. (Chapter 9)

Greg swigs down half his pop, stifles a massive burp, and frowns at the wall. (Chapter 10)

"-and presumably it will be the reason why you're sitting here, now, looking like you've never been inside a pub in your life while your eerily well-behaved pet tries to murder me with its eyes. Yes?"

Vanessa chooses to focus on the wrong part of that speech. "She's not - Patty." She nudges Patricia until the ferret breaks her death-stare on the stranger. (Chapter 11)

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Wip word-- rabbit

Unfortunately no results anon 😔 i will correct that

[st-hedge]

I’m tempted to play mgr again for its very captivating plot uh huh

[eggcromancer]

Last Line Challenge

Rules:

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by @starriegalaxy Thanks jestie!! It's my first time doing a challenge, I'm excited! ✨

Last Line: "It was an accident" <- from the @daycarefriendpickup magma sesh! Sun may or may not have lost control and y/n may or may not be bleeding out as a result (oops...)

Last Art: I've roughly 20+ sketches ongoing and 0 motivation to complete any of them so take all these wips! HYAHHHH!! 💫💥

Agent Dusk from @lavenoon's amazing Accidentally Undercover AU 💕:

Colour studies on Agent Dawn (same AU as Dusk) and the most mentally sound™ Sun:

More scribbles....

And ..... this.... (why did I draw this)

This is an open invite for anyone to do the challenge! (because I'm have crippling social anxiety and I don't want to be imposing ajdhska) If you are looking for a sign to do the challenge, this is it!! Time to get to it!!! 👉👉 (Or don't! I'm not the boss of you!)

[ash-and-starlight]

strip pai sho PLZ CAN WE SEE

ummmmm guys i don’t think this is how you play pai sho-

[sylenth-l]

[🚧 WIP] Quite a mess

[rigormorta]

grinding out work on this Franco illustration for @TheRedBarrels' art contest

[cacodaemonia]

Just thought I'd share this rough sketch since I'm liking how the feets look so far 🤔 In the ref I'm using, the person is wearing socks, so I've had to mostly improvise.

EDIT: I just got tagged by @adhd-coyote (thanks!!) for the last line challenge, so I'm using this, haha. I've only been editing fics lately, so I don't have anything else to share.

No-pressure tags: @greenharrow (*grabby hands*), @violentcheese, @loverboy-havocboy, @brokenphoenix99

[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 -)

@autism-purgatory , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @ragin-cajun-fangirl , @wyked-ao3 ,

@glasshouses-and-stones , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @tragedycoded , @deanwax ,

@dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @paeliae-occasionally , @lychhiker-writes ,

@thatuselesshuman , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @phynewrites , @zackprincebooks , @fantasy-things-and-such ,

@finickyfelix , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @houseplantblank , @far-cry-from-finality ,

@froggy-pposto , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky ,

@theaistired , @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @the-inkwell-variable , @seastarblue ,

@leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @the-letterbox-archives ,

@ominous-feychild , @saturnine-saturneight , @words-after-midnight , @hemlocks-grove , @cowboybrunch ,

@yourpenpaldee , @moltenwrites , @pixies-love-envy , @davycoquette , @writeahurricane ,

@nczaversnick , @greenfinchwriter , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees ,

@aintgonnatakethis , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @michellekarnold , @flurrysahin ,

@authorcoledipalo , @jadeglas , @spookyceph , @astramachina , @48lexr ,

@inseasofgreen , @agirlandherquill , @saebasanart , @leatafandom , @justabigoldnerd ,

@pippinoftheshire , @just-emis-blog, @aalinaaaaa , @badscientist , @dearunreliablenarrator ,

@worlds-tallest-fairy , @rhikasa , @eccaiia , @theink-stainedfolk , @theverumproject ,

@theprissythumbelina , @riveriafalll , @revenancy , @inadequatecowboy , @amielbjacobs ,

@patternwelded-quill , @sugarchains , @garthcelyn , @prettytothink-so , @leahnardo-pa-potato ,

@winvyre , @speaknowbuckley , @lamuradex , @wintherlywords , @sharkblizzardblogs ,

@dragoninatrenchcoat , @darekasama , @recklessgirl56 , @kokoass , @ziote ,

@paletteofseaglass , @basketcase1880 , @sableglass , @halfbakedspuds , @notwritinganyflufftoday ,

@twopercentboy , @mxtansy , @menaceofmemory , @unfilteredmoonchild , @blerdsong ,

@iamwhimsy , @beansmakesthings , @birdycage , @tiagems , @narkaholic ,

@irolynn , @petitprincess1 , @macinchiz , @owlsandwich , @stephtuckerauthor,

@sarandipitywrites , @mauvecatfic , @finchwrites , @aurumni-writes , @uiraya ,

@justanotherchangeling , @ahopelessnecromantic , @ryns-ramblings , @oleanderbailey , @365runesofthesystem

[leveragehunters]

🌹 if you still feel like doing it :) you're probably my fave stucky fanfic writer so i'm really enjoying reading all those snippets and can't wait to read the full stories!

Awww, thank you, that's such a lovely thing to say <3. Have a long bit:

The man pushed a loose bit of hair behind one ear, and Steve followed the movement. The sun was shining in the open door, lining him in light, and it took Steve a second to realise he'd spoken.

"Looked your fill?" It was quietly amused.

Steve wondered how long he'd known Steve was there. He didn't wonder if he was the voice from yesterday. There was no mistaking it. You're safe, it had said. He'd believed it then. Now, in the cold, painful light of morning, he wasn't so sure.

[from 'As the Crow Flies']

[inked-out-trees]

SUPRISE!! ANOTHER EXCERPT BECAUSE ICE ACTUALLY BEEN WRITING!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO

James, having a normal one :)

"He was fine, and it would be fine. What’s the worst that could happen? The legal offices get so tired of his evasion they send out a mafia style hitman to break a few bones and then throw him into the Thames. Actually that might not be the worst, at least then everyone’s happy and the problem is resolved.

The water was too cold to use.

Decidedly ignoring the fact it was only 7pm, he decided maybe time for bed where hopefully the aforementioned hitman would break in and either murder him in his sleep or fall hopelessly in love on sight and vow to protect him, starting a new life together on the run.

He was fine."

oh james. he gets put in so many situations all the time huh.

this one takes us all the way back to the very first chapter! and the first thing you will one day read, probably years from now, when i finally have the time to work on this again. sob. ANYWAY.

"Vanessa doesn’t ask them to prove it. There really is no other explanation for the spontaneous disappearance and reappearance of her friends, and besides, if they were pulling a prank or trying for an alternate explanation she’s sure they’d come up with something far worse. Like trying to convince her that Dennis has an affliction that makes him occasionally invisible. Sort of plausible, but nonetheless not the truth. She takes her cardigan and goes home and sleeps on it and wakes up the next morning half convinced it was all an elaborate dream.

It is not an elaborate dream. It is, in fact, reality.

Cool and fine. Vanessa is not freaking out."

[chiliger]

Last Line Challenge

Back at it again with this tag game! Tagged by @frostbitebakery (missed you boo)

When I say this wip is killing me with how long it’s taking. orz I am determined to finish it!!

Last line was the top of the thigh plate.

Okay, gonna tag @chiptrillino @omaano @ominouspuff @ghosts-of-rishi @furious-blueberry0 no pressure of course! 💖

[gemmahale]

Last Line Tag Game!

Rules: share the last line written, tag some peeps, have some fun!

Tagged by @391780. Thanks Early! 😄

From Righteous Fury: Chapter 3

John frowns, looking down at his closed journal. “Nae yet. Maggie’s been blowin’ up mah phone, but -” he trails off, shrugging. “Y’ken how it is.”

Who's Maggie? You'll have to find ouuuuut. 😇

Tagging....hm. @the-californicationist, @maggiemayhemnj, @dwarvenales, @deadbranch, and @glossysoap! No pressure, obviously. 💚

[patolemus]

double-whammie wip (not) wednesday

got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share

“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.

He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.

Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.

“Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar. 

He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.

Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.

“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.

“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.

Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.

It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.

He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.

couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it

[bbb-bbbbbbb]

another album art inspired one- all colorpicked aside from benreys eyes