#wip weekend game

[slowandsteddie]

Request for more "you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer?" for WIP Weekend.

Steve sighed and leaned the bat against the counter, before putting his hands on his hips. “Munson. You aren’t supposed to be doing dumb shit.”

“I’m not. I’m making French Toast.”

Steve pinched his nose and sighed. “Vanilla?”

“Check.”

“Cinnamon?”

Eddie held up the shaker with a shit eating grin. “Is it ground or is it cinnamon?”

Steve tried so hard to not laugh at that, but he did snort. The man who broke into his house to make him breakfast cheered in triumph.

“Splash of milk?”

“I used the creamer, actually. Your jug was empty.”

“You are a god amongst men, actually,” Steve said with all of the dramatics that he could master. “I might have to marry you.”

“Stefano! We haven’t even kissed yet!”

Steve sucked his lips into his mouth and held them there firmly in an effort to not start giggling. It wasn’t even that funny, but his lips tried to tug into a smile anyway.

“Okay. You’re right. But we haven’t made out yet.”

“Wanna fix that?”

“After breakfast.”

[eriquin]

WIP Weekend

Tagged by @hbyrde36, with the emoji version, which I am very bad at remembering to send when I send requests.

Send me an emoji and I'll write 3 sentences of that fic

👑 Crown of Thorns (the urge to use a Þ was strong)

🚎 The Trolley Problem

🏍️ High Marks and Low Riders

🥉 The Third Task

🔮 The Oracle of Roane County

A progress chart, as always:

Snippet from The Trolley Problem behind the cut:

“No, I get it. We were ganging up on Mike. The kids were just... Christ, they’re so stupid sometimes, but they’re trying to help. I just...” His shoulders slumped.

“You want to ground them and lock them in their rooms so they’re safe, right?” 

“God. Exactly.” 

Tommy smirked. “Like, they’re not that much older than [LITTLE SISTER]. Can you imagine her being here?” 

A weird look came over Steve’s face. “[LITTLE SISTER] is like, ten, isn’t she? I don’t know. She always listened to me more than you. Maybe we should trade out which Hagan we have on this team.” 

(Does anyone want to name Tommy's little sister?)

Context:

Crown of Thorns

The Trolley Problem

High Marks and Low Riders

The Third Task

The Oracle of Roane County

Taglist:

@stevebabey, @puppy-steve, @anonymousdandelion, @pukner, @gigglebug

@hairstevington, @vthx, @queenie-ofthe-void, @riality-check, @loveinhawkins

[aparticularbandit]

WIP Weekend

tagged by: @formosusiniquis - thank you for the tag! :D (I have time, I've been getting some writing done, and I will gladly take part!!)

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names 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 post!

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 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

Tags are beneath the cut, after the snippet! :D

File Names:

junko mikuru confrontation 1

immortal witch riding hood

Of A Light Hope rough

oaei second write*

oaei third write (not full)*

*These are 2-for-1 specials. You will not be getting words from these, but you may request words for something else, too. (If no formal request, then my choice on where the additional words go!)

Snippet:

Now, the school’s cultural festival is a big event.  Some might suspect that Haruhi decided to make a movie purely out of boredom with her own class’s goings on, that in the absence of a certain Ryoko Asakura, there would be no one who would pick up the slack and lead the class in one direction or the other, that as a result her class would end up doing a boring survey, which no one really wants or likes.

There are two things wrong with this assumption:

In a world where Junko and Haruhi are in the same class, in a world where (for some unexplained reason) the class representative suddenly and abruptly moved to Canada with no warning and no one can contact her, that Junko herself would not take the lead and suggest something else for the cultural festival, that Junko herself would not be so bored with even the idea of a survey that she would lead the charge for something a little less boring, and that Junko herself would not manipulate them into some sort of fashion show, not by actually suggesting it herself, but by simply being there.

Ryoko Asakura hasn’t disappeared or suddenly, abruptly, and with no explanation moved to Canada, and so there is no vacuum of leadership that leads to the aforementioned situation where a survey might even remotely be a possibility.  That said, they are still doing a fashion show.  Ryoko’s idea.  Everyone suspects this will go perfectly and with no problems whatsoever.

To be fair, Junko isn’t just making Mikuru’s costumes anymore.  She’s started designing a whole host of different outfits for the fashion show, most of them variations on themes she’s already played with, which means she’s undoing and redoing and improving on clothes that she already has in production.  This doesn’t make it any easier.  Her own outfit – and Haruhi’s, of course – are handcrafted originals, as are the costumes Mikuru and Koizumi and Yuki are meant to wear in the movie.

All in all, it’s a lot of costuming and designing and sewing and crafting, and Junko doesn’t sleep on a good night, so why should she be sleeping now?

tagging: @post-and-out; @adhdavinci; @stonemaskedtaliesin; @skarabrae-stone; @auburnlaughter

[eyesofshinigami]

WIP Weekend Ask Game

Tagged by the always wonderful @ghostinthelibrarywrites!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Current WIPs:

Still the same as last time!

Adventures in Babysitting: Alpha!Eddie, who is tired of trying to find a solid nanny/babysitter for his son Dustin, takes a last chance and hires Omega!Steve, who is perfect for the job, in more ways than one.

Teenage Dirtbag: Eddie can't stop being a creep when it comes to Stevie Harrington, but what happens when he realizes she might be looking back at him too?

A/B/O Rarity: In which the gene that determines if you're an Alpha or Omega is incredibly rare, and with Steve's continual bad luck, he happens to have the Omega gene. He pretends not to, until he meets Eddie in person, and realizes Eddie might be the only other person in Hawkins who carries the Alpha gene.

Snippet for the weekend comes from Teenage Dirtbag:

Eddie very nearly didn’t make it. It was probably the stupidest fucking thing he’d ever done in his life, risking it all and letting himself get eaten by bats. He couldn’t let Dustin get hurt, and he couldn’t shake the idea that maybe his sacrifice would help give Stevie and the girls the advantage that they needed to kill Vecna once and for all.

Sorry, Stevie. Guess our date is off, he thought to himself, one of the last things he thinks before Dustin is standing over him, crying and begging him not to leave. 

He grinned, blood on his teeth, and told the kid he loved him. Part of him wanted him to tell Stevie he was sorry, but he didn’t want to put that on Dustin. It wasn’t fair. 

None of this was fair, but when had the universe ever been fair to a Munson?

It was all starting to go dark when he heard a voice, a familiar voice that made his heart ache almost as much as the bat bites did. He hadn’t wanted Stevie to see him like this, but it seemed that yet again, Eddie Munson got royally screwed and not in the way he wanted to be. “Sorry, babe,” he choked out, “Gonna have to cancel that date.”

“No you’re fucking not, Munson. You die and I’m dragging you back from hell myself.”

He was jostled and everything hurt so fucking much, but Eddie didn’t have the strength to argue with her. There wasn’t much else he could say about it, what with dying and all. It really sucked that he was so close to finally getting what he wanted, making it with Stevie Harrington and maybe they could have had something together, but nope. 

That was about when everything went blissfully black.

Pressure-free tags include: @shares-a-vest, @paperbackribs, and @devondespresso and anyone else who wants to do it and tag me so I can come camp out in your inbox!

[mammameesh]

Weekend Wip Game

thank you @jesuisici33

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

Without a 2nd thought Fantasy Island By the Seashore Drabbles - Halloween Knotted Frozen Over

Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Without a 2nd thought (Schitt's Creek) (63,283 words)

Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? I think Seashore will be?

Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why? Seashore

Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why? Fantasy Island. Um…plotting? I've started it several times.

Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about? Why? Fantasy Island. I've never written Magical Realism before. It starts as a rare ship.

Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? A-noble dragon is reading Seashore and has hopefully agreed to help me by betaing noted. I don't typically use a beta because I have a lot of self-doubt. If you are reading this, you can apply and just cheerlead (also I'm dyslexic so I do have issues with grammar and staying in the same tense)

Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Without a 2nd thought :(

Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Rose Hockley/Alex Hill from Without a 2nd thought. Barely OCs.

Which WIP is the sexiest? Knotted is ABO so….

Which WIP is the angstiest? Probably Fantasy Island?

Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I'm so in love with my Autistic!David. His personality is quite different from canon David, but I've tried to balance canon traits so he's not too out of character.

Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? I think Seashore since It's not in Schitt's Creek?

Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Probably Without a 2nd thought since it's the longest?

Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? I don't know what this means! My Seashore is fairly popular?

Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Yes. All the time. Every night…

Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? I'm going to say Seashore because David is Autistic.

Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? maybe my drabbles IDK

Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Without a 2nd thought has Stevie and Alexis POV but they are the minor ship. Fantasy Island it's going to be David's POV, Stevie's POV and Patrick's so far…

Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs How am I supposed to know what you do or don't know?

@a-noble-dragon, @ramonaflow no pressure tags.

[snailpdf]

Given the options it was harder to choose than I expected, but I gotta go with what I know and I KNOW I want more from The Devil Doesn't Bargain. <3

hehehe, was being ambiguous meant to encourage people to pick the familiar option? who can say ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

minimal context: tim is playing jack at a hyperion event!

Tim ignores Rhys' confused expression, choosing instead to survey the crowd of people waiting for his attention.

"Well, Rhysie," Tim says, grinning, "Let's go bless the masses with my presence." He places a proprietary hand on the back of Rhys' neck to draw him along, forgetting until he makes contact with bare skin that he isn't wearing gloves.

Rhys shutters visibly, his eyes snapping over to Tim as he allows himself to be led into the venue. Tim masks his own reaction to the touch, playing at everything being normal. It sucks that this is just going to further cement Jack as his soulmate in Rhys' eyes, but there isn't much Tim can do about that.

He moves his hand to the small of Rhys' back instead.

[outlandishwhalesharks]

WIP Weekend Challenge

Thanks to @pearlypairings and @erythromanc3r for tagging me!!

in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), 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 post!

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 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. if you tag me in your post, i will send you an ask request!

WIP Files (these are all for hellcheer anniversary week coming up)

Hcw day 1 - prom/first time

Hcw day 2 - got au

Hcw day 4 - hs reunion/song writer eddie

Hcw day 6 - 2000s ooc house party

Hcw day 7 - alive (in full bloom)

Gonna give a snippet for the prom fic I'm writing

Once back in the drama room he finds his smokes along with his keys, yeah guess he wasn't getting very far without those. He starts to head back the way he came past the gym and prom revelries when he hears the unmistakable sound of drunken basketball players in the hall. "Where the hell is she?"

"Come on Jay she clearly wanted to be left alone." "Yeah I think that smack was pretty clear " "No, I need to talk to her!" the last words a slurred. Yeah fuck that. Looks like he's taking the long way back out to the parking lot. As he turns the corner towards the cafeteria he hears another sound. This sound fills him with dread too but in a completely different way. He hears sniffles and big gulping breathes. Someone's crying and he's pretty sure he knows who it is but he hopes he's wrong.

Tagging @theladycarpathia @sharpenote and anyone else who may want to play.

[lingeringmirth]

WIP WEEKEND

So, gonna do wip weekend a bit different this week. I put in six of my wips into a list randomizer, which generated them numbers from 1 to 6. The way this'll go is you can send me a number or several in an ask and I'll write six sentences for the wip in question.

[maxineholtzmann]

runaway bride for wip weekend pls >:)

“So what’s left to prepare for the wedding?” Nancy asked, sitting on the same stool in Eddie’s shop she had say on the day before, swinging her legs.

Chrissy answered from under Nancy’s car which was still up on the lift, though lowered a bit from where Eddie had it so Chrissy could really see what was going on with the suspension. “Well, I’ve got to pick out my dress and get it fitted at the shop tomorrow, we have to choose the cake flavour, finalize the favours, finish the seating chart, and double check on the party my family has planned for next weekend.”

[eriquin]

I'm flying home tomorrow so I have time to write while on the plane. Here are my files:

Crown of Thorns

The Trolley Problem (formerly Time Travel)

The Oracle of Roane County working doc

Cat's in the Cradle working doc

Silver Ogre

Progress chart:

Snippet and taglist behind the cut:

Snippet from The Oracle of Roane County:

When Jeff and Gareth finally got her on her feet again, they noticed that Eddie was still sitting in the damp grass. Jeff patted Gareth on the back and told him to go sit with Chrissy in the car. He waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke up again. “You doing okay?” he asked softly. 

Eddie could barely hear him over the music. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. “No,” he said. His voice was shaking, too. “No, man. I am pretty far from okay.” 

“All right,” Jeff said. He was endlessly patient. “I get it. It’s pretty fucked up, what’s going on.”

He let out a little sob, trying his best to choke it back. “Yeah. Yeah it is. And I’m just... I couldn’t do anything. I knew what was happening and I couldn’t stop it. If you guys weren’t there—”

Tagging:

@desperate-not-serious, @lorifragolina, @anzelsilver, @carolperkinsexgirlfriend, @puppy-steve

@formosusiniquis, @atmilliways, @heybluechild, @sayesayes, @fiore-della-valle

@weronlystardust, @2btheanswertothequestion, @cranberrymoons, @riality-check, @matchingbatbites

@greenlikethesea, @redbirdblogs, @rogueddie, @disastardly, @scarlet-gryphon

@marvel-ous-m, @anonymousdandelion, @torakowalski, @bifuriouswaterbender, @pennyplainknits

💜 WIP Weekend 💜

I got tagged by the lovely @pearynice 💜✨ thank you so much!

Rules

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) file names 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 post!

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 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

Wips

Vamp Steve

SHIT VERSION (stomarol)

stommy jogging

nudie patootie

Snippet (from Vamp Steve)

And now that he knows, Eddie can't stop noticing. Spotting them in the crowd, skin just a little too pallid for comfort. Ordering something at the bar that's a little too thick to be red wine. A couple making out in an alcove with a little too much teeth. A flash of fangs, a whiff of their magic.

But Eddie's always been good at that sort of thing. Peering behind the veil, seeing past the glamour, however you want to phrase it. He's a witch, he's good with magic. He can smell it, sense it, feel it permeating the stone beneath his feet and the walls that surround him. The acrid decay of vampire magic, the death and blood prettied up with sex and not-quite-life. It stinks.

But he's here now, he's ordered his drink, and Gareth is really keen to see the band playing next Friday. So Eddie won't make a scene, he won't make them get kicked out. Doesn't mean he can't  bitch and complain though. He's only human — unlike them.

“Can't believe that you'd take me to a fucking vamp club,” Eddie bitches, taking a sip of his beer as he lets his gaze scan over the crowd. Look at the DJ up on stage, remixing various goth, metal, and alternative songs to the swarm of people on the dance floor.  At the tables and chairs that litter the floor, at the row of booths he's sitting in. At the people. At the fucking vampires. “It's so fucking fake.”

“You're just bitter it's cooler in here than any of the shithole bars in basements we usually frequent.” Gareth replies with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

No Pressure Tags:

@augustjustice @shares-a-vest @devondespresso @hbyrde36 @starryeyedjanai

@thefreakandthehair @theheadlessphilosopher @aringofsalt @eriquin @nburkhardt

[dalekowrites]

Hi lovelies! ♥

I'm an author of traditional and interactive fiction, and I'm currently working on two projects in ChoiceScript. One is a science-based apocalyptic horror, while the other is a romantic drama set in Naples, Italy. This blog will mostly be about my works in progress!

I have, however, already published a short introspective drama in ChoiceScript, which can be found here.

I will soon set up a page for each of them on here, but in the meantime, here is a brief introduction:

After Dark

While the heavy industry is more active than ever, the effects of global warming are evident, with higher temperatures, dying bees, and animals acting weird. After Dark is a scientifically accurate apocalyptic horror. You’re tired of zombies rising from the ground for no reason? You don’t believe in ghosts? Glittering vampires aren’t for you? Then you have to try one of the three different stories that unfold in After Dark. When a global pandemic starts to transform people into dangerous monsters, which path will you choose? Will you fight for humanity? Will you stay for your family? Or will you run away in search of a better future?

The In-Between

You’re an introverted college student, studying modern languages at a famous university based in Naples. You live a seemingly ordinary life with your parent and younger sibling, as no one knows the truth about your past side business—a dark, illegal one. You thought you had finally escaped that world, but when your younger sibling falls seriously ill, your only hope is your wealthy ex-lover: an attractive mobster, charming and dangerous in equal parts...

Tell me, which one appeals to you most? 😁

[slowandsteddie]

you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer? 😬🖤

“All this?” He asked, gesturing to himself. “Is it the hair?”

“Definitely just the hair, man.” Steve smiled a bit. “You don’t deserve to be subjected to him. So I’d get goin’ if you wanna avoid trouble.”

He looked to Eddie who looked determined. “Trouble will be my middle name if it keeps you safe.”

“Let me keep you safe this time, yeah? Get out of here. I’ll call you later.”

[eriquin]

Trolley Problem for WIP weekend please! Love a good time travel fic

El had looked for Eddie before they made their trap. She had found him, but she didn’t know where he was. He was in a house that she’d never seen before. She said it was not a little house like his uncle’s, so it probably wasn’t in Forest Hills. It wasn’t a big house like Steve’s, either. It was just some nameless house, probably something familiar to Eddie.

(make me write)

[aparticularbandit]

wip weekend words!

oaei second write

WIP Weekend Game

have done! made it through an entire other chapter! and here are your additional words from witch hood fic! :D

The thing is that no matter how much you search for the place where Fay takes you to pick herbs, you can’t find it.  The path to Fay’s cottage isn’t available today, so you couldn’t walk to her place and beyond from there, which would have been the best option.  (You’re not sure Fay would have allowed for that.  There’s a lot of things you’re not sure about where Fay is concerned.)

What this means is that you’re just searching aimlessly.

You try to approximate what the route to Fay’s cottage is like and walk in that general direction.  Then you guess at the shape of the clearing where Fay lives and the direction to leave from there to the herbs.  Except that by that estimate, you should be about where the herbs are!  Only you aren’t.

It’s while having this thought that you begin to hear a soft buzzing overhead.  You look up and see a beehive.  Fay’s led you to taking honey from bees before, and while you know they can be problematic around other people, they’ve always been nice to you.  Maybe, if you can’t find the herbs, you can try to appease your papa with some fresh honeycomb.  It may drip from the basket horribly, but…but it would be something, wouldn’t it?

You can’t imagine going back empty-handed would go well.  Something is better than nothing.  So you begin to climb the tree.

[eriquin]

Let's see how I do with this. I want to get 10k this week, which means I need 4k more over the next two days.

File names:

Crown of Thorns

The Trolley Problem (formerly Time Travel)

HM&LR Working Doc

The Third Task (draft)

The Oracle of Roane County working doc

Progess chart:

Snippet and taglist below the cut

Snippet from Crown of Thorns:

From the minute Mrs. Byers drove up to them with a working truck, all Lucas could think about was getting everyone to safety. Dustin was on the walkie with Erica, and she was shouting something about more injuries coming into the hospital. His head still hurt from being thrown around in the ambulance, but Mrs. Henderson had it worse than him and she kept going.

It was just him and Mike loading Eddie into the back of Mrs. Byers truck. She was right behind them with Dustin. Lucas didn’t know how they had found Eddie, but he was alive. He kept fading in and out of consciousness, and somehow the vines were responding to him. His skin was even a weird tinge of green. Mike kept trying to keep him awake, and he went into the truck first to pull Eddie in after him. Lucas hopped out so that Dustin could get in next. Both Mrs. Byers and Dustin stumbled as they climbed out of the ambulance. Dustin almost crashed to the ground, but Lucas caught him.

“Something’s wrong,” Dustin said. He sounded tired, and his voice was slurring. “No, something’s really wrong.” From the walkie, Erica yelled something, but Dustin didn’t even look at it. He and Mrs. Byers both stared at the middle of the field, where Will and El were facing off with Vecna. 

Taglist:

@tboygareth, @vthx, @beenherewaytoolong, @ltleflrt, @desperate-not-serious, @nburkhardt, @anniebass, @findafight, @lollaika, @xenon-demon, @spinmewriteround, @redbirdblogs, @scarlet-gryphon, @kedreeva, @jjoesjonas, @steddierthings, @sidekick-hero, @artaxlivs, @steves-strapcollection, @i-less-than-three-you, @h-i-raeth, @momotonescreaming, @laundrybiscuits, @too-many-blorbos, @carolperkinsexgirlfriend

WIP Weekend

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names 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 post!

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 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIPS:

S4 Missing Scene fic

Pre S4 Steddie as the party’s divorced dads

Steddie Bodyswap

Crush Confessions Ch. 2

Untitled Marmalade fic

Snippet and Taglist under the cut:

The second they were alone, Otis cornered him, backing him up against the wall. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

The Bandit raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow as he gazed up at him, dusty pink lips curving up into a knowing smirk. 

“I was thinking I ought to ask you the exact same thing…” he dropped his voice into a breathy whisper, the kind that could send shivers up a man’s spine, “secret agent.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know I’d be here,” Otis tossed back with a shake of his head. His posture stayed perfectly rigid, bound and determined as he was not to let on that he was affected in the slightest. “I know you better than that.”

The Babydoll’s eyelashes fluttered, coquettish. “Better than most anybody, really.”

No pressure tagging @formosusiniquis @eriquin @starryeyedjanai @bifuriouswaterbender and anyone else who would like to join!

[enviousbug2]

before I dissappear again let me drop this wip