#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.

[aparticularbandit]

If I remember correctly, there isn't a fresh one of these this week either (this is the last week for this? I think?), so I'm queuing this up ahead of time - and if there is a fresh one, I'll retool for that! :D

YAY WIP WEDNESDAY!

Like usual, I will not be sharing from inklings, but additionally I will not be sharing from gently down the stream as well. Both of these are 2-for-1 specials! :D

File Names:

The Thrall of Magic

inklings

gently down the stream

immortal witch riding hood

Snippet from The Thrall of Magic:

The thing about parties – and the thing about Sarah Proctor – and the thing about Sarah Proctor’s parties is that there’s usually a certain standard of dress.  Agatha knows as she brings her that Wanda, in her certain attire, doesn’t meet that standard.  In fact, even more than that, she knows that Wanda probably did not expect to be seeing anyone other than Agnes in this outfit, because it’s not the sort of thing Wanda would leave the house in…or she would, perhaps, but it had been so long since—

The hoodie really isn’t that much of a problem.  It’s that stupid scarlet color that does her absolutely no favors – for all that Agatha intentionally does not pay attention to the superheroes of any age, she’s noticed how they all have their own unique color and tend to wear that exclusively, which really just makes them dang hard to hide in any situation, and it’s not like anyone thinks about whether those colors are appealing on them – and it’s a hoodie, but that could be played around with.  Lengthen it quite a few inches, and it becomes a hoodie dress, which is even better, particularly paired with leggings or heels or a few of the golden bracelets Agatha herself dangles about one wrist.

Really, it’s the sweatpants.  The ones that look like they haven’t been washed in days.  In fact, Agatha’s pretty sure that one of those stains is from milk, and she’s trying to pretend that there’s not a stench, but on top of all of that, Wanda’s hair is so greasy and dirty that she thinks maybe Wanda hasn’t been showering either.

Which, to be fair, Agatha has been there.  More than once.  Most recently when Cian died and she wasn’t there for it, but she’s not thinking about that.

(Sometimes, Agatha thinks she could have saved them.  It doesn’t matter how many times Cian said that she couldn’t, she still believes that she could have.  Most likely, she would have died, too, or be dragged out into more superhero shenanigans than she ever wanted part of, and really, this was Cian’s fault for knowing precisely how they would die and still going to the chopping block anyway.

But she isn’t thinking about any of that right now.)

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 !!!!!!!!)

[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

[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

[cliophilyra]

WIP Wednesday

Slightly late by UK time but here you go anyway! Tagged by @bangpop91 and @nine-one-wanton - thank you guys!

An excerpt from something I have been writing for the last hour instead of sleeping. I don’t know what it will be but atm it’s pure smut 😊

Buck braces his hands on the back of the driver’s seat, nails digging into the leather as he slides down Tommy’s thick cock, moaning with relief at the stretch. It feels like it’s been months not hours since he last felt Tommy inside him. His head falls back as he chases the sensation of fullness that flickers along the edge of too much and not enough. He shivers at the drag of Tommy’s cock inside him as he grinds down, circling his hips, mouth falling open as Tommy hits his prostate and his cock jumps in his lap, spurting precum over Tommy’s abs.

Tommy groans, sliding his huge hands up Buck’s thighs to grasp his ass.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he marvels as Buck leans back in his lap. “My sweet boy. Look at you.”

Buck gasps at the warmth that shoots through his whole body, like he’s full of static from his toes to the roots of his hair. He moans again, louder than is probably advisable, stretching his legs wider either side of Tommy’s thighs, slamming his hands against the ceiling of the engines cab as Tommy fucks into him.

Finished fic now on AO3!

It’s probably a bit late to tag anyone so I’ll just say whoever feels like doing it! ❤️

[thosegayoldmen]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags guys! @elodiah and @lokimobius

Late posting because I almost forgot about this entirely 😅 A little snippet more of my hug prompt for you all! 😘

He feels the mattress dip behind him, glancing over his shoulder to see Loki already climbing in bed and settling himself back against his pillow. At least they both had their own pillows, since it did seem like this bed was meant to be a double, albeit a very snug one. He stands, considering arguing one more time before realizing he’s far too tired and lifting his corner of the comforter, only to be stopped by Loki holding out a hand.  “Absolutely not, there’s no way you’re getting into bed still wearing that disgusting shirt Mobius. Take it off.” Mobius blinks down at Loki, taking a moment to process and figure out if he heard that right. When he’s sure he did, he just huffs indignantly. “Loki, I'm not-”  “Don't make me come over there and take it off for you.” The look on Loki’s face is deadly serious, and it makes Mobius close his mouth immediately.

Tagging mostly just so people can see at this point cause I'm super laaate 😅

@in-my-loki-feels @mythical-magik @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @devilbearingtrouble @impulsemuppet

@andthekitchensinkao3 @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony @ilaytrapsfortroubadours

@doomed-spectacles @natendo-art @boredintjqueen @kusakichan15 @rin-love-is-green

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday 🌲

tagged by @daffi-990 & @tizniz

Started a new WIP last night for what has been affectionately dubbed "stalker summer". In all likelihood this won't be done until after my vacation (so late August) but have a tease from early on!

There’s an ancient-looking metal object mounted on the wall next to the bed. It seems a strange item to display – like a frying pan with a lid and a really long handle. It almost reminds Eddie of a … “Is that a bedpan?” Eddie asks, wrinkling his nose. He knows the owners are proud of the cabin’s history but that seems a little much. Buck follows his gaze, and then starts snickering. “You don’t need to get grossed out. It’s a bed warmer.” “A what?” “You know.” Buck drops his bag on the bed and flaps his hand. “People used to put embers in them and stick them under the covers to warm up the bed.” “Sounds like a fire hazard.” “Oh, it was. Plus, the fumes from the embers were not great. They were common from the mid-17th century until people invented hot water bottles.” Eddie hooks his fingers in Buck’s belt loops. “Mm, keep talking about bed warmers.” Buck laughs. “Yeah? That’s what does it for you?” “When you show off that sexy brain of yours?” Eddie yanks Buck closer. “Fuck yes.” A blush rises on Buck’s cheeks. “Well,” he drawls, looping his arms around Eddie’s neck, “there were also these things called bed wagons, which were, like, wooden frames that you could put the pan in…” Eddie kisses the words right out of Buck’s mouth. After that, there isn’t much talking for a while.

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[rowanisawriter]

wip wednesday

i’m writing (threat) bored olympian zagreus finding some entertainment in dying again and again because thanatos is always summoned to collect his uncollectable soul

edit: read it here

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“You are an Olympian.”

Zagreus waits, but no more words spill into the cool air between them. “Yes.”

“And you can die,” Thanatos continues.

“Yes. I suppose I can.”

“You suppose…” Thanatos trails into silence. He turns his head, looking toward the edge of the cliff. His profile is illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, his long nose, his pale eyebrows, eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. “So you’ve never done that before? Died?”

Zagreus pretends to think about it, tapping his chin with his finger. “Do you think you could come across me and forget it?”

Color rises in Thanatos’s cheeks, a pale smudge of gold. He keeps his eyes on the cliff. “No, I don’t think I could.”

“Then no, I haven’t done that before. Died.”

“And do you often jump off cliffs in the middle of the night in the middle of the wilderness by yourself?”

Zagreus purses his lips to keep back a smile. “It gets boring on Olympus. I thought this would break up the tedium a bit.”

Thanatos snorts. The sound is so unexpected that Zagreus drops his cool facade for just a moment, a smile bursting across his face. He refocuses on the fire, feeling Thanatos’s pale eyes on him again.

[the-golden-comet]

✨Friday Kiss and Wednesday Catch-Up 💋🍅✨

Hello hello! Another Friday, another kiss to share 💋✨

Thank you for the WIP Wednesday tags: @jev-urisk , @wyked-ao3 , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , and an out of context tag from @drchenquill and @indecentpause as well! I hope your weeks have been filled with wonderful whimsy, and excitement for Halloween 🎃👻✨

Thanks to those of you who have tagged me this week and I may have missed! You are all wonderful and I appreciate being included in all of your tag lists 💛💫

Onto the smooches~ ❤️

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. Happy smoochin! 💋✨

If you don’t have a kiss this week, no worries at all! You can treat this tag as a writing share instead! ✨

Rules: Share a snippet from your story/wip! ✨

Another kiss from Noah and Ali? Your wish is my command~💋✨

Noah smiled meekly, pulling himself up to meet his habibi at his lips. Kissing slowly, sweetly, he brushed his nose over Ali’s and met his eyes with a coquettish gaze.

Leaving this +open and alerting the tag list. Happy Friday, and make sure to spread the love! ❤️✨

✨👇Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

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@dragoninatrenchcoat , @darekasama , @theprissythumbelina

[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.

[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

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

Sentences from devil don’t take a break to fill requests from the below WIP Wednesday Game Community members. Thanks for making me write!

@oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @kalira @asha10100101010 @kallisto-k @1attheedge

@loyal-house-of-lupin

~

Derek feels the bullet punch through his arm before he hears the crack of the rifle. He'd already committed to his jump from this roof to the next, but he knows immediately he doesn't have enough momentum to make it all the way across. 'Fuck,' he thinks as he starts to fall, then tries to focus on his landing.

"Fuuuck," he groans once gravity has done its thing.

He rolls to a semi-seated position and slumps against the building. Dreading what he'll find, he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt. He's not surprised to see that the bullet wound isn't closing and the blood seeping from it is black. Only a hunter would have been out in the middle of the night with a sniper rifle. Fucking Argents.

He rolls down his sleeve, trying to avoid the wound as much as possible, then takes stock of the rest of his injuries. That's when he realizes he feels like a bear is sitting on his chest, sueezing all of the air out of his lungs. It doesn't feel like an injury, though. Everything except the hole in his arm is healed. It almost feels like this is happening to someone else.

"Oh, fuck my life, it is," he says when realization strikes.

His plans to avoid acknowledging his nascent bond with Stiles die a quick death. If they've started sharing pain. Stiles is probably freaking out—and rightfully so. Derek just hopes the sheriff isn't at home, because he needs to talk to Stiles.

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @try-set-me-on-fire, @mellaithwen, @tizniz, @homerforsure, @princessfbi,

@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.

tags <3

@usersiren, @honestlydarkprincess, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @bibuddie,

@underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @monsterrae1, @devirnis, @giddyupbuck

@bisexual-buck, @maygrantgf, @boykisserbuckley, @icarusbuck, @eddiebabygirldiaz

@smallandalmosthonest, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @loveyouanyway, @watchyourbuck, and YOU if you're reading this and want to post something!!

[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! 🩵

[notsocooljess]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tag @thesunpersists! 💗

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.”

tagging: @littlemarianah, @thesweetnessofspring, @bbrooklynbabe :)