#wip line game

[coreene]

•WIP Game•

Rules: make a new post and share 1-2 sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

thank you for the tag @bearhugsandshrugs! 🥰

I am leaving as little context to this as possible and looking forward to people's guesses!

"My, my, someone opened up the buffet and forgot to invite me it seems like."

and I am tagging @my-favourite-zhent @beesht @orangekittyenergy @bardic-inspo @dustdeepsea @tickitytockityrattityrottity

No presh but also looking forward to reading wips!

[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]

Good evening, first off love the tumblr updates on TTAU which I know has a name but I can't recall. Anywho back on my bullshit with the wip game, this excerpt is from a Rocky Horror fic I'm working on which is essentially the story of Brad and Janet in the year after everything told through the eyes of one of the Phantoms (background,, creatures in the stage show) who got left behind by mistake. I don't think anybody is going to read this one either but I press on. Wasn't this meant for sentences originally? Anyways have a paragraph from chapter 2

"So, Vince grabbed a tower of shopping baskets and set them out on the speckled tile floor. Reds went with reds, oranges with oranges (though apparently not everything that was orange was an orange) and so on down the line. It ended up taking 27 shopping baskets to fully disassemble the produce section. He then proceeded to methodically restock everything in the best gradient he could manage, slowly spiralling outwards from violets into a very brief group of blues into greens and so on and so on.

Oh this is excellent, major improvement here. He cleared up the myriad of baskets, stacking them into a nearby pyramid (though that was mostly for his own amusement) and looked at the wall clock. 

It’d only been 30 minutes."

(PS One of the characters is named after Zeph who gets killed off screen via evisceration for science so take that how you will)

incredible!! I've never seen rocky horror but this snippet seems like a lot of fun and also if zeph is there i'll read it. btw she is elated to have been eviscerated but a little disappointed that it doesn't happen onscreen 🍩

this bit gave me waiting vibes, and I've been crawling through my fic (all 54k of it) trying to find something that gave me similar vibes and somehow i could come up with very little. so here is the best i got:

"Her nervous thoughts are abruptly overtaken by the strangest feeling she’s ever experienced. Not quite like the inside-out feeling of time travel, this is more like she’s being rearranged, every cell glitching in and out of time until she’s a slightly misplaced version of the Sandra that stepped onto the lift. She’s suddenly rather thirsty.

The lift continues moving for another minute, or maybe it doesn’t – eventually she thinks it’s stopped, but the transition was so smooth it was imperceptible. Waiting for the doors to open again, she slides her hand across the polished white walls, tracing the edges of the embossed up and down arrows with a fingernail. So much time spent in the past has given her a default feeling of I am from the future – being here reminds her that there is still future yet, and for once she is the vintage outsider in a future she's never seen."

it's from a chapter called the fixed point theory (also the name of the fic) and i don't know what number chapter it is because i haven't at all written up to it yet. it just floats alone at the end of my word doc waiting to be reattached.

thank you!! thoroughly enjoying the continued game. i feel like at some point it'll just be wholeass chapters sent via ask lmao

[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

[ineed-to-sleep]

Just guys being dudes

[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

[raphaerolo]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, put the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as you have words (or as many as you feel like)

Tagged by just so many people (some from a while ago but it's okay): @anxiousotters @chiliger @bladelei @nobie @vytels

I'm once again doing the double wip, drawing and writing. First, drawing!

They're everything to me.

I don't have much explanation for this one, iykyk (and it's pretty obvious). My last line was shading on Cody's face. They're just—

Yeah.

And writingggg. I just finished changing this 5k wip from past to present tense, but I did add a line to this scene. I love putting accurate math into my codywan teacher au fic. Precalc is so fun.

“So the inverse of this function, if we swap out x and y and solve for x, comes out to be 2x plus four. Is that all making sense so far?”

He sees a variety of nods and decides to move on.

“Now, if we loop back to transformations,” he says as he grabs a whiteboard eraser. He swipes at the orange marker and it - doesn’t erase. He scrubs at the marks and they just smudge, but don’t vanish. “This marker doesn’t erase.” He chucks it into the trash can by the door.

“What, no, don't throw it out,” Waxer cries. “You could give it to Mr Kenobi.” Other students begin calling out their agreement.

Cody glares at his students. “If I give that marker to Mr Kenobi, when he discovers it doesn’t erase, he will just write over it and it won’t be good for anyone.” Cody should know; Obi-Wan had accidentally written on a whiteboard at home with a permanent marker and, well. Trying to read three layers of his handwriting overlapped was a challenge to say the least.

Tagging.... okay, first of all, everyone who tagged me, uno reverse flip flop I'm tagging you all back. And also. @smoosey @chickengodnoodle @why-cant-turtles-fly @friendlyneighbourhoodelf @ferretrade @merlyn-bane consider yourselves all tagged

[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!)

[fortheloveofexy]

was going through an old wip this morning and somehow totally forgot about this??

[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

[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]

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)

[omaano]

Last Line Challenge

Was tagged by @insertmeaningfulusername @cacodaemonia @loverboy-havocboy @whiskygoldwings and @bilbosmom-belladonna …. Hooo boy, has it been a while since I checked my mentions… and because it’s been forever since all you lovely people tagged me, consider yourselves reverse UNO tagged as well ❤️

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

The last line was that miserably misshapen handprint on Echo because I almost forgot about it 😅😅 I promised these guys for the next August update for the Hades AU, so here they are in the works! I guess, if I don’t make any progress with anything else I could likely finish them by the time for the new post? 🤔

No pressure tagging: @nicolabarth @ominouspuff @ghosts-of-rishi @frostbitebakery @lesquatrechevrons @rooksunday @elwinged

[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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