#wip wednesday writing game

[aparticularbandit]

@whimsicalmeerkat - your words from monaca towa fic! thank you for waiting!

Monaca leans back on her bed, interlaces her fingers beneath her head, and stares up at the wooden slats constituting the ceiling.  Despite everything, she still feels better in here, separated from everyone else, than she does in the bigger, more open spaces.  She’s gotten used to them, sure, but she feels better here.

And she’s glad Mikan allowed her to return to her cabin and share this space with her.  The van’s no good to sleep in while it’s still in pieces.  All of her important schematics are stashed in here as well, but she’s gone over them so many times she knows them by heart.  She can see them when she closes her eyes, and she does so now, reviewing everything she’s gone over.

She just needs to ask Kaz and Mikan how they made Nagito’s arm.  That’s the final piece to make everything right.

(Not the final piece.  She’s not sure if she’ll ever be able to cross that last bridge.  But that doesn’t mean she won’t try.)

@auburnlaughter - your words for hope 1! sorry they took so long to get to you!

if You live outside of time, did You know what the dust would feel like before You touched it?  have You always known?  do You have a first concept, a first memory, of what touching dust feels like?

You step into Your creation (do You even step?  or do You simply appear?  or are You always there and simply made manifest?  how can we know?) and instead of speaking the pinnacle into existence, You touch the dust You created through spoken word, and man is made in Your image, from You touching dust and crafting it into shape.  in the future, the children of men will reach into dirt and mud and clay and make inedible pies out of mud, they will make sculptures in their image, they will draw and write and create, but they will never be able to breathe life into their creations the way that You breathe life into Yours, and even when they breathe life back into each other, it isn’t a giving life so much as it is a sustaining life, and when they breathe air back into another’s lungs, it will be through the mouth, but You breathe life directly into the nostrils of the being You created out of the dust You created—

man breathes.

[setmeatopthepyre]

wip wednesday

tagged by the lovely @ambernotember, thank you <3

from pothos | pathos (the artist formerly known as phosphorescence fic), follows thispt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

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In Buck’s defense, he’d waited a full hour until after he knew Tommy got off shift before he reminded Chimney of his promise to call him, but if they waited any longer, Tommy would be asleep, or right in the middle of his post-dinner pre-sleep shower. The man has a routine and he sticks with it, and Buck still knows it by heart.

“Chim,” Buck prods, and mimes a phone call with his hand when Chimney turns away from the dishes to glance at him.

Chimney checks his watch. “Isn’t he on the same shift rotation we are? There’s still hours to go.”

“No, he’s been off for an hour already. He had a half shift, mandatory rest hours because they have him picking up Hegney’s flight shifts this week.”

Hen has apparently been listening in, because she puts down her book and fixes Buck with a very pointed look. “And pray tell, how do you know this?”

“He didn’t kick me out of his calendar,” Buck responds without thinking, and sure, maybe he bristles a little when Hen’s eyebrows raise even further. “What? I-if he didn’t want me looking, he would’ve changed the settings.”

“Buck---“ Hen begins, but Buck doesn’t give her time to make him feel bad about any of it.

“Come on, Chim, you promised,” he says, turning back to Chimney instead. “That’s---“ he hesitates, but he can play dirty if he wants to, “That’s what brothers do, right?” If he sneers that last part a little, uncomfortably conscious of how everyone’s turned to look at him, that’s no one’s business but his.

Well, his and everyone who turned to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Chimney dries his hands on a tea towel and fishes his phone out of his pocket, punches a few buttons, holds it up to his ear, and that won’t do to reassure Buck at all. He needs to hear Tommy’s voice for himself.

“Speaker, come on, man, put it on speaker.”

Chimney mutters something and Buck pointedly ignores the look he proceeds to share with Hen, but Chim does follow his instructions, punching another button and putting the phone down on the table where it rings once, twice---

“Hello?”

It’s Tommy. That’s Tommy’s voice. It’s stupid how good it feels just to hear his voice.

“Hey Tommy, it’s Chimney.”

A beat of silence.

Chimney taps the screen to see if the call is still connected. Apparently it is, because he adds, “Uh, Howie. You remember me, right?” with a bit of a chuckle.

“Howie, yes, of course. Sorry, long shift.”

“Well, not that long apparently,” Chimney teases, glancing up at Buck. “I heard---“

And oh no, oh no. Buck desperately shakes his head, makes a cut-off gesture. He definitely doesn’t need Tommy to think he’s spying on his schedule, or--- or stalking him, or whatever. Just because he hasn’t revoked Buck’s access doesn’t mean he needs to be reminded of that fact. Buck doesn’t want to know if he’d just forgotten, or…

“I heard you guys have a pilot out sick, was it?” Chimney pivots, smooth as ever.

“I, uh,” Tommy’s voice crackles a little. “Yeah. That’s… that’s right.” He sounds a little out of it, and Buck raises his eyebrows at Hen, Chim. Gestures and mouths, see?

“You sound tired, man,” Chimney says, rolling his eyes at Buck and mouthing shut up. “Everything alright there?”

Some rustling over the line, then Tommy’s voice again. “Yes, just tired. Rough shift and I have to be back at Harbor in… ten hours.”

Buck pointedly ignores the way Hen rolls her eyes and flourishes her hands at Buck in a told you so sort of way.

“Right, yes, I’ll leave you to catch some z’s,” Chimney says, grinning at their silent mime conversation while at the same time attempting to keep his tone cool for Tommy. “Just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing.”

There’s some more rustling, then quiet. “That's… really nice of you, Howie. Thanks.” Another silence. “Everything OK there?”

“Oh, for sure,” Chimney says seriously.

“OK, good to hear. Hey, you’re a good friend, Howie. Let’s catch up soon.”

Chimney beams. “Yeah, that sounds great, Tommy. Let’s do that.”

After he hangs up, Chimney takes a second to thoughtfully chew his gum, then crosses his arms and tilts his head at Buck. “I don’t know, Buckaroo. He seems fine to me. Post-shift loopy, maybe, but fine.”

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[thornilee013]

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

prev | Etienne | WW 31.7.2024

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

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

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

MASTERPOST

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

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

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard MWAH

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

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

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[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.

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[hyperions-light]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY! 💘

Hello, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, again! The confusingly named game where you:

Reblog this post with a snippet of whatever you’re working on (art, writing, music, crafts, whatever!) and I encourage you and comment briefly !

It doesn’t need to be Dragon Age! You can do whatever !

Because it is weekly, I won’t really be reblogging after Thursday is over, but you can still add stuff, if you want!

If you are looking for comments on/promotion of work that is currently being published, I do that on Bio(ware)feedback days! The next one is 2/22/2025!

Thanks for sharing your work, and have a great day!

[rangersoup]

WIP Wednesday

It's 2:00AM and that means its Wednesday! Which means it's WIP WEDNESDAY!! and i am unreasonably excited. So im kicking us off bright (or dark technically cause the suns not even up yet) and early! im screaming cause i can't decide what part of this fic i want to post today but anyway! here's a bit of my current wip that's occupying ALL of my brain!

TK nearly jumps out of his skin as a hand touches his shoulders. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard anyone come into the hospital room. He whips his head around and finds himself looking up at his dad. He’s here. He finally made it. He's finally here. “Dad?” he chokes. He almost doesn’t believe it. The last thing he knew was that his dad was making a hail mary drive south of New York to find an air port that could actually get a flight out. He didn’t expect him to be here so soon. “I’m here, son,” Owen says quietly, and TK doesn’t give him time to say anything else before standing up so quickly he almost knocks his chair over and flings himself into his dad’s arms. He’s crying before his mind can even catch up with what’s happening. “I’m here,” his dad repeats, wrapping his arms around him and cradles his head. “I’m here.” “They don’t think he’s going to wake up,” TK sobs into his shoulder. “Ssshhh,” Owen whispers into the top of his head and rocks him as they stand there at Carlos’s bedside. “Everything’s going to be okay.” TK wants to believe him, he wishes with all of his might that he could force himself to believe him, but its bad. It’s so, so, so bad. “I was back there with him.” His dad squeezes him a little tighter, and he feels like a child again, tucked somewhere safe and secure, somewhere where the world seems less scary, somewhere where everything might just be okay… but not quite. Not quite. The only place on the entire planet that really truely feels like that is in Carlos’s arms, the one place he can’t be right now. “I got here as fast I could.” “I know,” TK says, swallowing and finally pulling away from his dad’s warm embrace. We wipes the tears away and steps back, ducking his head. “What happened?” TK shakes his head. “They were serving a warrant and ended up in a shoot out. He got hit. That’s really all I know, other than…” he trails off, glancing over at Carlos. “Other than what happened after.” “What happened in the ambulance, you mean?” Owen prompts, his lips pursed as he looks TK over with pitying eyes. TK nods. “I– Dad I can’t get it out of my head.” He’s crying again. “Come here,” his dad says gently, and pulls him into another hug. He knows he understands, he understands the horrors, the helplessness, the inability to purge every horrifying image from his mind. He’s been the back of an ambulance with TK more times than any father should ever have to. “What do you need?” TK shakes his head, driving it against his chest as his shoulder shake, he can’t get them to stop shaking. He can’t stop crying. He needs a million things. He wants to let the words come pouring out, he wants to spill everything pent up inside of him, but only one thing makes out. It’s broken and hoarse as it leaves his lips. “Carlos.” he needs Carlos.

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and @my-beloved-lakes, I know you're writing now, so i am calling you out specifically. This tag list is a no pressure tag list for everyone except you. Lots of pressure for you! Your bitch ass better post something! im allowed to call her out like this. she's my sister.

And open tagging anyone else that wants to participate!

I may have gotten a little over excited about this one. I really really really can't wait to start posting it, but i want to be way farther along with it before i do. As is 10k words isn't "far enough along"

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tagging whoever has something to share <3

[dangerpronebuddie]

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

Obviously 😁

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

Make Me Write!

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

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[perlen-gold]

Seven Sentence Wednesday Friday

<333 Thank you so much for the tag @teine-mallaichte 💜💕 I just love getting tagged x3

💜

It was like a game, a secret between us, known only to the other. It loomed, locking up the entrance like a shadow hiding in the darkness, like a single sound concealing itself in a symphony of notes. For me, and me alone. Once, it took three days for me to unravel the spell he had so intricately woven around the entrance to his hall like a shimmering thread of liquid light. I could have shattered the space it was binding to pieces, of course, but in doing so I would have razed his forge and everthing about it, too. And I did not wish so. You see, this was the one kingdom I never wished to see crumbling.

(7 sentences taken from Goldbound, a little Angbang WIP)

✨Tagging @saintstars @gracefallingart @gauntletgirlie @sauron-kraut @althanair @admirably-abhorred @just-an-elf-with-the-socks @trash-ainu @winds-of-zephyr416 @barbex @midnightprelude @aidanthecryptid @pinkfadespirit @spicywarl0ck @kaerwrites and @glowing-blue-feathermage and anyone who feels like playing!✨

If you'd like to be tagged, don't hesitate to tell me 🥰 also, should I have tagged you even though you're not a writer, feel free to ignore me OR don't be shy and tell me how stupid me tagging you is! xP

💜

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

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

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

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

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

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

[aparticularbandit]

@tamsinswriting - your words from monaca towa fic!

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

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

[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!

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[sprite-and-the-bunnydragons]

to hold and heal? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

I thought you might be interested in this one Emmie hehehe

You’ve probably guessed it, but To Hold and Heal is the next installment in A Home for Hyrule. After a series of bad-to-worse decisions, Hyrule winds up injured and magicless at the bottom of an ice fissure with no way of staying warm … except Legend. Life-saving cuddles ensue (if Hyrule can learn to trust Legend completely)

This is also the fic where Legend decides Hyrule needs a last name and shares his own with him ;) One of my favorite fic bits I’ve ever written (and the full thing should be out next!), here’s a snippet for you!

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“Link Hyrule—do you have a family name?”

“Uh, no, why?”

“I saw the Old Man call the Rancher by his full name the other day. About made Goat Boy wet himself. You can just have my family name,” Legend said. Hyrule had no idea what was going on until Legend scowled like Ganon himself. “Link Hyrule Alphonson, what were you thinking?”

Hyrule opened and closed his mouth.

Legend just … gave Hyrule his family name.

Even if Hyrule hadn’t been part fae, that meant more than the entire Triforce to him.

Except that Legend had used Hyrule’s shiny new name as a scolding weapon.

“I’m just fine.” Hyrule pouted and ignored how he shivered.

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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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WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY 2/20/25

Hello, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, again! The confusingly named game where you:

Reblog this post with a snippet of whatever you’re working on (art, writing, music, crafts, whatever!) and I encourage you and comment briefly !

It doesn’t need to be Dragon Age! You can do whatever !

Because it is weekly, I won’t really be reblogging after Thursday is over, but you can still add stuff, if you want!

If you are looking for comments on/promotion of work that is currently being published, I do that on Bio(ware)feedback days! The next one is 2/22/2025!

Thanks for sharing your work, and have a great day!