#wip wednesday writing game

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/30

@wizisbored - your words from dr haruhi crossover!

The summer progresses as expected.

Junko just isn’t there half the time, which pisses Haruhi off to no end, and when she is there, she’s got her boyfriend with her, which isn’t much better.  It doesn’t take up her whole mind, and it’s not the only thing she’s thinking about, because she isn’t thinking about it at all, thank you very much, but it’s noticeable.  Every time Junko isn’t there, she’s off.  Every time Yasuke is there, she’s mad.

It’s supposed to be the best summer ever – it’s the only summer they’ll have as first years, and they should be making the most of it!

But it sucks.

[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!

Friends @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin | Requests @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

[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

[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

[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

@ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green @stillwanderingflame @andthekitchensinkao3

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

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

[evolnoomym]

⭐️ Wip Wednesday ⭐️

Thank you for the tag @joelmillerisapunk @ace-turned-confused @strang3lov3 🙏🏻💛

I don’t have anything except rough ideas soooooo here we go :

1. I will probably write a F!OC Student x F!OC Teacher, because talking to @thundermartini has awoken the teachers-pet inside of me. 😏

2. Writing what happened to me in September into a Fic including Joel Miller, you could kinda link it to “Washing Machine Heart 🩶” cuz Joel will be Moms Bestfriend again.

3. Sleazy Tennis Coach Joel Miller + 3 F!OC’s

4. A continuation of “How far does the dark go?🖤”

5. I haven’t forgotten about Famous Actress x Joel Miller which is for @burntheedges writing challenge. I’ll just gotta get into the mood and then will finally get this too 🩷🙏🏻

A/N: I bought a lamp at my local Christmas market and I want to show it off 🫶🏻

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @hellishjoel @604to647 @pedrospatch @mountainsandmayhem @syd-djarin @amanitacowboy @mrsmando @iamasaddie @honeyedmiller @toxicanonymity @pedropeach @moonlitbirdie @morallyinept @ozarkthedog @cavillscurls @sizzlingcloudmentality @almostfoxglove @ovaryacted @jolapeno @joelsdagger @tightjeansjavi @nerdieforpedro @yorksgirl @magpiepills @intheorangebedroom @itsokbbygrl @jeewrites @eupheme @gutsby @pedgito @sp00kymulderr @zloshy @netherfeildren @encasedinobsidian 💛

[inquisimer]

wip wednesday

been a HOT minute since I did one of these, but my brain is spinning with [redacted] number of Veilguard fics, so I'm back with a vengeance, and a snippet from my beefed up Ossuary reunion for Arlow & Lucanis >:] I just think he should have been a little more fucked up about it all, tbh

tagging forward to @crabs-with-sticks | @shivunin | @dreadfutures | @queenaeducan | and @rosella-writes!

He was thinner and gaunter, cheeks sunken around the unkempt beard. Grime and sweat clung to his skin and she did not need to see beneath his ragged robes to know that he had as many new scars as he did split ends. A flash of anger briefly interrupted her relief, but underneath the toll this last year had taken were the familiar dips and planes of her best friend. “It’s really you,” she said, slipping into Antivan as she ran her hands up and down his arms. The moment was tenuous and she feared that if she stopped touching him, he would disappear back into grief-stricken memory. “You’re here, you’re here, and you’re alive.” For all the joy rushing through her, that edge of wariness hadn’t left his face. It clung to his furrowed brow and the longer it did, the faster Arlow’s smile faded into trepidation. “Arlow,” he murmured again, then closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “I want to believe you are real, and if you are, I’m sorry, but I cannot be sure unless—“ A splitting pain burst through Arlow’s head as Lucanis smashed his brow into hers. She released him and stumbled back, hand catching at her temple. Stars danced across her vision and she swallowed bile that rose in her throat—it had not been that long since Solas’ ritual, and her head did not take so well to another impact so soon. The blow reverberated through her skull; dimly, she registered the crackle of the Fade at her back as the blurred shadow of Lucanis stalked forward. “Hey!” A wall of ice sprayed between the two Crows, stopping Lucanis in his tracks. He stared at Neve over Arlow’s shoulder. “I don’t know you,” he said. “You’re about to, if you don’t back off.” A featherlight touch brushed the back of Arlow’s neck and a surge of healing rolled through her. “You good, Rook?” “Fine,” she ground out, pushing back to her feet with a glare. “What the fuck, Lucanis?” He was still staring at Neve, mouth slightly parted. The wariness had vanished, replaced by confusion. If she didn’t know the exact move he’d used, Arlow might have thought he dazed himself in his attack. “I don’t know you,” he repeated, “which means that she could not have plucked out out of my memories, which means that you—“ His eyes flicked to Arlow, and she recognized them immediately. They looked exactly the way hers had since they left the Diamond. Hopeful, and utterly afraid of that hope. “You’re real,” he whispered. “You’re really here. Arlow—“ He staggered forward and Neve raised her staff, but Arlow held up a hand. “Let him through, Neve.” “Rook—“ “Dispel it, or I’ll do it for you.” “Fine, but if you die I’m taking you to Nevarra, because I will not be the one explaining it to Lace.”

[usersiren]

for today's wip wednesday, have something from my eddie & bucktommy accidental voyeurism fic i'm working on! i've affectionately dubbed this one "car hijinks". nsfw content ahead!

Buck is in Tommy’s lap. Buck is in Tommy’s lap kissing him. Buck is in Tommy’s lap kissing him and grinding the front of his jeans against Tommy’s hand, and Eddie whips his head back around to face forward, his face flushing with heat at the same time he feels it start to race south. Eddie curses softly to himself, wipes his suddenly sweat palms on his jeans. Fuck, anybody could walk by and see them, what were they thinking? But as Eddie looks around the parking lot, he realizes they’re the two cars furthest away from the building, so nobody would need to walk by them to get to their own car. Nobody except Eddie. Against his better judgement, Eddie slowly looks back into the backseat of the Jeep, and he tenses when he sees that Tommy’s hand is now inside Buck’s jeans, the back and forth motion of his arm erotic and undeniable, his eyes blown out and locked on Buck’s. Buck’s hands are on Tommy’s shoulders, digging into the fabric of his t-shirt, and something turns dark and twisted in Eddie’s chest as he watches one of them slide up to grab the back of Tommy’s head. Eddie is hard. Fuck.

tagging @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @swiftietartt @holdmygum @princessfbi @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz and anyone else who wants to do it! 🩵

[aparticularbandit]

for 10/9/24

@somefishycat - finished DR Femslash, and here are your additional witch hood fic words!

You slip through the other people in the village like maybe they don’t even see you.  Not like a ghost, because ghosts can move through people instead of around them, and you still have a physical, corporeal form and still have to go around people.  You’ve knocked into a couple of people as you walk with your head hanging down, but they don’t seem to notice.

To be fair, they don’t notice you most of the time.  There are other kids in the village who are about your age, kids who you vaguely remember befriending when you were younger, but as you started spending time with Fay, your time with them had changed.  They'd forgotten you, maybe.  Funny how you’d never noticed before.

[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.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

@fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin @labelleizzy @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

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

[notsocooljess]

WIP Wednesday

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Please share your last sentence or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

here’s a little blurb from an unnamed modern AU i work on intermittently where katniss is a transfer student as a senior a few months after she lost prim (i’ve previously called it head doctor vs. headphones but that’s absolutely not the final title)

“What do you listen to all the time, anyway?” Peeta asks, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Music,” I offer with a shrug. Often, I’m not even sure what I’m listening to, just using the sound to get on with my day.

“I never would’ve guessed,” he retorts, the smile growing wider on his face.

“Sorry they’re so old,” I find myself saying, not entirely sure why I’m apologizing as he takes my left ear bud from my ear to use it for himself, “the sound isn’t that great, and the wire is kinda short.”

“That’s okay,” he responds, adjusting the earbud in his ear, “I’m sure the sound is fine, and besides, I like being close to you.”

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[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

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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

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@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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