#word wip game

[lingeringmirth]

Wip word game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

@medusapelagia gave me the word STAR.

All of these are from my steddiebee.

Steve struggles to get up, driven by a sudden sense of urgency, to be moving, to help. He gasps and scrunches his eyes shut as pain lances through his skull at the movement and the too-bright lights.

“Hey, whoa, easy, let the IV be where it is, yea?”

The vinyl sticks, the tape unravels, and a horrible expression spreads over that handsome face that he’s just on the edge of remembering. He stares intently despite how his vision is swimming, trying to focus even when all he wants is to close his eyes.

A kiss to his brow brings him back to the moment where he’s lying in a familiar embrace with a stranger, being anchored by his presence even while he can’t remember why or how or when.

Robin, it's me. Yea--- I know, but you're upsetting him. You can’t, not now. He thinks it's 1983, the last thing he remembers is going into the Byers house back then. Yeah. I know."

Tagging (no pressure): @augustjustice, @eriquin, @devondespresso and @spectrum-spectre with the word ache.

[fuctacles]

another wip game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thanks @penny00dreadful for the tag! My word was DEALER

D

"Demogorgons?" she reminds him incredulously. Steve rolls his eyes but thinks about it for a bit.

Sex, Drugs, and a Haunted House

E

"Eddie, I'm taking care of Stephanie's cats. I, uh, I think they want to talk to her."

The Crazy Cat Lady

A

"And, uh, if you see something weird, like, on the bed or something, just throw a blanket over it and pretend it's not there, okay?"

The Crazy Cat Lady

L

"Lesbian." He points to Robin. "Bisexual." Points to himself. 

Sex, Drugs, and a Haunted House

E

Eddie could tease her about that life coach mindset but focuses on the important part instead. "You think I'm cute?"

Late Bloomers

R

"Really good, thank you. Robin nearly broke her finger trying to beat me in bowling and I ate way too many steamed dumplings. But I swear they are the best in the state."

The Crazy Cat Lady

No pressure tags: @stevesjockstrap @kallisto-k @steveseddie @eddiethebrave @formosusiniquis with the word LEASH

[eusuntgratie]

find the word tag game :)

Thanks for the tag @firenati0n <3

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you. Then select four words and tag friends (I used a random word generator).

My Words: ready, imagine, win, danger

Your Words: frown, lie, balance, just

no 'win' even though i write hockey fic 🤣

ready - i wanna be adored (elliott x marco)

He fixes dinner so it’s ready when his mom gets home and helps his sister with her math homework. She’s settled in bed when he tells his mom he’s going out. She looks worried, but lets him go. She’s been worried about the move and he knows she feels guilty about how much he has to help with his sister.

imagine - firstprince exes (outside pov)

He’s not worried about something happening with Nora and Alex. But she clearly hates him, or at least, doesn’t approve of his and Alex’s relationship, and he can’t figure out why. Alex won’t talk about it, just seems to keep them as separate as possible without acknowledging that that’s what he’s doing. Daniel can’t imagine getting serious about someone his best friend hated, but he’s not sure what the hell he’s supposed to do about it.

danger - older sugarbaby taynick

Taylor: you free for lunch? i have an idea Nick: that sounds dangerous Taylor: it might be Taylor: text me your address and ill send a car to pick you up Nick: You’ll send a car? What are you, a mob boss?

no pressure tagging @taste-thewaste @jbarneswilson @bigassbowlingballhead @lostcol @faketrex

@voxofthevoid @sheepywritesfics @firstprincehornyramblings

and anyone else who wants to do it! tag me please i wanna see your words <3

[mrprettywhenhecries]

word wip game

➺ rules: you will be given a word. you’ll share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

@melodymunson gave me SULTRY & @thecreelhouse gave me TULIP

for SULTRY, I'll use the wip for the next chapter of DWYTOM, since the bit I've got written is a smut scene ;p

S - Suddenly she knew how to drive a wedge deeper between him and Roy, and though the idea somewhat terrified her, she knew she wanted it too.

U - “Uh, wait, what–?” he exclaimed, turning to gape at her, her words finally catching up to him.

L - Letting out a grunt as he hoisted her up, Gator pressed her firmly against the side of the car, hooking his arms under her legs to keep her in place.

T - Their eyes met as Gator’s hips snapped into hers, his thrusts growing rougher, growling low in his throat, and Win saw the same desperation reflected back at her in Gator’s eyes, his sharp breaths loud in her ears, nearly drowning out the pounding of her pulse.

R - n/a

Y - “You can say that again,” Gator groaned, his hand warm on her cheek as his gaze trailed her face.

for TULIP, I'll use the wip from the next chapter of IDTYN, though there's not much there yet;;

T - The quaint one story sat by itself, away from the other houses on the street, quiet and unassuming – a stark contrast from the last memory Win had of the house.

U - “Uhm, can I ask you though… has Billy been acting, I dunno, strange or anything?” she asked hesitantly.

L - n/a

I - “I know,” Win said, taking Susan aback.  “I’m actually looking for Max.  Is she here?” she asked hopefully, but Susan shook her head.

P - n/a

the word I pick is “SPOOKY” :3

tagging: @heartbreak-sandwich @super-unpredictable98 @imagine-you @wroteclassicaly @buckysgrace

[practicecourts]

wip word search game

Thanks for the tag @glitterwitch1 My words are: laugh, reach, and light. Laugh:

“Ne joue pas au plus malin, mademoiselle. I have an appointment with someone else.” Surely, this girl can’t possibly be… The young woman laughs, she clicks her fingers and a clean glass appears on the table, the content a dull dark green that is nearly black.

Reach

His washed-out, blue eyes give him a pig like appearance. It’s because they are too small, she thinks, just before she sends her knife flying. It sinks and buries itself deep in his throat at the same time magical ropes loop around her. They quickly tie her arms to her body and start to climb to her neck, attempting to throttle her. She fights and wriggles desperately to set herself free. Her fingers stretch to reach for her wand but her movements only tighten the hold of the ropes on her. His magic is strong, she’s not sure if he is able to throw another curse her way, but she tries to move herself out of the chair, to roll and hide behind it so she’s out of his sight.

light

The small flower pendant feels as light as it always does, but a strong pull behind her navel ensures she’s miles and miles away, before anyone can make a light, before the visitor reaches the room, and well before Walburga realises her watch is no longer on her wrist.

These are all very random lines from the same story that's very much a rough draft (and nowhere near finished)

tagging @jamesunderwater @abihastastybeans @joyseuphoria and @petalsinwoodvale (without pressure of course) Your words are : Game, Borrow, Glow (reserve words are Red, Dangerous, Satisfied)

[doyelikehaggis]

call for the wip ask game :)

I’m gonna be annoying and use a few different fics for this!

1. waiting room (hollyoaks)

The hospital waiting room makes George think of Ash. He searches the chairs and finds her. Head bent, hidden in her hands behind a curtain of blonde and purple hair that is little more lacklustre than he's used to. Of course. Like brother, like sister; she hasn't left the hospital since yesterday. Further confirming that for him is the sparkly silver dress she obvious hasn't had a chance to change out of since getting the call in the early hours of the morning.

2. seeing ghosts (eastenders)

'You're dead,' Bobby blurts out, cutting her off. 'You're not... you're not real. I know you're not. I need to call Nan. I need...'

3. High School Reunion (SuperFlash/Glee)

Trent might have told him that Blaine's asked about him a few times and doesn't hold a grudge, but that doesn't make a difference. Two people out of two whole schools. He might as well call up Snart and ask him if the Rogues want some target practice. That would definitely end better than this reunion would if he dared to go. 

&

Barry grins as Blaine gets up on the stage. Kara shakes her head at him, mouthing, “no way!” when he tries to motion them up onto the stage with him. He rolls his eyes and leans in to whisper something to Trent, then pulls back with an even brighter grin. The opening notes of “One Call Away” starts playing as Blaine is handed a microphone. 

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

[chucklepea-hotpot]

WIP guessing game: "Arm" und/oder "aufwachen"?

Actually giving both from the wips of "Weihnachten mit den Menzingers" by @carlomenzinger and me.

Als Franz morgens aufwachte, wusste er zuerst nicht, wo er sich befand. Sein Kopf dröhnte unangenehm und er merkte, dass seine Nase auf einer Seite zu war. Na super.

Und das nächste ist von Lotti, but I'm sure it will do its deed nevertheless, hehe

Sein Arm war schon ganz taub geworden, und Ivo lag immer noch halb darauf. Er würde aber sicher nichts tun, um diesen Umstand zu beseitigen. Ivos Locken kitzelten ihm am Kinn.

[theresthesnitch]

Find a Word Tag Game

Thanks @r33sespieces for the tag! I was hoping to play this one.

The rules are simple - find the word (or something close enough) in a fic (WIP, published, whatever) and share the excerpt it’s in.

My words: slip, wrinkle, ring, sign

Tagging: @second-sister @mppmaraudergirl @missgryffin @maraudersftw @charmsandtealeaves if anyone wants to play

Your words: deserve, chase, lick, between

Slip:

From an as of yet unnamed fic for @hpknotfest. The title of my google doc is "ABO gangbang" if that gives you a clue about what is happening.

The Prewett twins were a surprise, specifically in that they came together. “Remus, we want to talk to you.” 

Remus looked from Fabian to Gideon, who walked on either side of him. “Alright…” 

Gideon smiled at him as he wrapped a hand around his waist and slipped his fingers in Remus’s back pocket. “Your heat is tonight.” 

Fabian slipped his arm between Gideon’s and Remus, slipping his fingers in Remus’s other back pocket. “You know what makes a heat go faster?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Sharing it with an alpha?”

“Sharing it with twin alphas.” They spoke together, and then squeezed his arse together.

Wrinkle:

This fic is titled Knot in my Job Description... and is also for hpknot fest. I'm..... not giving any more details.

“Minister, this is going to go easier if you take off your trousers, too.” He nodded at Kingsley’s crotch. 

Kingsley looked down, not even realizing that he was openly stroking himself through his trousers now. He groaned. “Oh fuck, fine.” 

Kingsley stood, stripping his trousers, pants, and loafers off, laying them in a pile on the floor before sitting back down in his chair. Percy moved to the pile, bending over to pick up his trousers and pants and giving Kingsley and Sirius a clear view of his tight puckered hole. 

Kingsley groaned, gripping himself in hand while Sirius chuckled next to him. “Percy, you don’t have to do that.” 

Percy folded his trousers and laid them neatly on the table. “You don’t want to have wrinkles later so—“ His eyes went wide as he turned to face Kingsley again. “Oh.”

Ring:

Okay... I really didn't inted this, but... The the only other ring was a massive spoiler. This is from another hpknotfest fic. This one is called Indiscreet, and is Starking. It's actually a prequel to Knot in my Job Description, but I won't say whyyyyy.

“Well, Percy will be relieved you think so.” Kingsley laughed, pausing next to the floo like he wasn’t quite ready to leave. “He asked me if I wanted him to pick up my grandfather's ring for you out of the vault. I don’t think he’ll ever believe we aren’t together.”

For a moment, Sirius let his mind wander to wearing the Shacklebolt ring, and giving Kingsley the Black ring, and sharing a cottage outside of London somewhere. In Godric’s Hollow with James and Remus, perhaps. He wanted it–wanted it so badly it hurt. “Would that be so bad?”

Sign:

This one is for chapter 3 of Give Me A Sign (pointed ask? I see you).

“Can I see you on Saturday?” Remus signed. 

“Oh, um. I don’t think so.” Sirius signed, and he looked apologetic. “Sorry, I have plans.” 

“That’s okay.” Remus felt disappointment pooling in his stomach. “No problem.” 

He started to turn away, but Sirius stopped him with a hand to his arm. “You could come, if you want. I just don’t know that you would want to. James and I are going to see this band that we love. I don’t know if you want to see a band.” He looked hopeful, even as he was trying to hedge the invitation. 

“I’ll go.” Remus signed it so quickly that he worried he was too eager. “I mean, if you really want me to go. I don’t have to if I’m intruding.”

[startanewdream]

Sweat

Cheating a little bit (again) but here, Anon!

She kept tugging at the tip of her braid; with her wet hair and clean face, they might have just met at the end of practice—that’s it, until he realised she was wearing a Chudley Cannon sweatshirt, the colour clashing furiously with her hair.

Send me a Word for Wip Game!

[thekristen999]

WIP GAME

So, I have to go to work tomorrow. I was scheduled, but you know, it’s still very surreal outside. I have a path to the street and I can walk there unlike most. We’ll be the only grocery store open in a 1 mile radius so it’ll be intense. Luckily, my job is all back-office, so my biggest priority is to make sure everyone else can remote in from where they are stuck at home.

Anyhow.  I’m also at a stopping point in writing. Since there were no Friday or Sunday WIP games, why not have one for the next hour or so.

You know the drill. Send me a word or words and if it’s my fic, I’ll post a sentence or two.

[silverhallow]

Okay so work is a bit quieter now…

Let’s play the word WIP game.

Send me a word and I’ll share something from one of my WIPs…

I’ll even tell you which one it is or you can ask for a specific story with your word…

[simandy]

It has been so long since I posted any wip! This is the hair i was working on for Halloween (along with other stuff). It was supposed to be a test for a blender add-on I got, but it turned out to look so good I really want to give it to you guys. I regret not updating blender earlier or looking for add-ons, this one really does make it much easier to create hairs! It's not free, unfortunately 😖 but it was worth it for me, it will make the hair making process much easier (and fun!) than what it was! To me, the best part is that I finished meshing the curves and solidified them as meshes and when i went to check the poly count it was 10k. FOR THE ENTIRE HAIR. COME ON.

I'm making this post because i believe real artists don't gatekeep! Here is the link of the video and download, in case you're interested. Posting the video link because of the promotional code ^^

*** IMPORTANT ***

This add-on is magical and i can prove it since I'm staring at sims4studio now with THAT hair (in the post above) imported with the hat chops and it's at 10k vertices and 14k polys and i didn't make a singular effort to reduce it yet. And if you work with hairs you know how this sounds like sorcery.

ANYWAY I have stuff to say. This add-on creates a thing in your mesh called COLOR ATTRIBUTES. I don't know exactly what they're for (because my blender knowledge is restricted to making cool crystals and custom content for the sims 4) but SIMS4STUDIO CANNOT READ THEM. FOR LIFE. They will cause various errors that will make you spiral forever because they're extremely UNCLEAR. I found them by accident so, if you bought the add-on and is now making beautiful hairstyles and struggling to make them to sims4studio, here is the culprit:

Located in: DATA. Delete every other color attribute besides "color0" and your hair will import to s4s normally!

[authorangelita]

From Out is Through Part 2, which I will finish this year. I'm determined. Also, I think I've shared this before, but it's the only thing that came up with "sharp".

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"You're all incorrigible.  And you're going to get your fool selves killed."  Matty turned and gestured for Riley and Bozer to start moving.  "We're going topside unless you two want to resign right now and join these idiots in their death wish."

Riley's and Bozer's eyes moved to Mac, and he shook his head at them.  They nodded in response, though Charlie wasn't quite sure what had been communicated.  However, they did turn and walk back into the tunnel.  Matty was right behind them.

Before Charlie could ask what that was about, the timer must have hit zero because there was a loud explosion above them, and then the ceiling started to drop in chunks.  Charlie lunged for Mac, intent on protecting his friend as best he could from the falling debris, but Jack was faster, grabbing Mac and tucking the younger man's body under his larger frame while pulling him toward the wall.  

There was a sharp pain in the back of Charlie's head, and the world went dark.

this week’s word is…

🔪 SHARP 🔪

find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. play however you want: reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private

[setmeatopthepyre]

Tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember, thank you! this inspired me to write a little more on antarct-fic that wasn't constrained to drabble proportions so it's also.. a bit more than a tidbit. it's still not the bit I actually set out to write when I started it so more to come in this scene, maybe? uhh enjoy!

also! all things antarct-fic are made possible thanks to the amazing @sugarpenchant for idea-yappage and @geddyqueer for answering my millions of antarctica questions

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“I can't believe you're going to Antarctica,” Chimney says wistfully as he refills their wine glasses.

Maddie points a ladle at him. “Don't get any ideas.”

He grins brightly, scooting closer to where she's stirring in a pan of tomato sauce. “Aw, come on. You don't want to move to the South Pole with me? I'm sure Jee would love a chance to hug a penguin.”

“You're not allowed to touch the wildlife,” Buck points out through a mouthful of crackers and cheese. “There's a fine, and jail time.”

“Antarctic jail time? That still sounds pretty cool,” Chimney says.

Buck swallows his crackers, starts slicing himself some more cheese. “No jails either,” he frowns. “I think they kick you off the continent.”

Chim raises his eyebrows, feigns disappointment. “Harsh, but fair. So no cuddling seals, either. Yeah, Maddie, I'm not so sure we should move after all.”

Maddie laughs, and they beam at each other, and Buck wonders if there's time to bake some garlic bread to go with their dinner.

-

It takes a little longer than usual to get Jee-yun to bed. Not because she's fussing, or in a mood, but because Buck comes to the sudden realization that this is his last Uncle Buck Storytime for the foreseeable future. When he returns to the kitchen, Maddie raises her eyebrows in question. “She, uh--” He clears his throat. “Wanted another story, so.” Shrugs. “Couldn't say no, right?”

She opens her mouth like she wants to remind him that that is something he very much can and probably should be doing, but seems to think better of it. Maybe she's noticed his eyes are a little damp. “Right. Wine?”

He's thankful for the out. “I'll get it.”

“So.” Maddie says, watching him move around the kitchen. “You're really sure this is the right call?” She's using that I'm-trying-to-be-supportive-but-are-you-kidding-me tone that Buck's been hearing a lot of lately.

He lets out a long breath. “Yeah. I think so.” Frowns. “I am. Look, I-I know how it sounds.”

Chimney wanders in from the living room. “Good, 'cause it sounds crazy.”

He groans in frustration. “I know.” He sets down his wine glass, presses his knuckles into the counter top, studies its gleaming surface. Thinks of the counter top in his own kitchen with the specks of hardened dough and the traces of flour that he's never quite able to get rid of.

“You're gonna be stuck in a frozen wasteland with your ex, Buck,” Chimney points out. Makes that face he does when he's about to make some clever reference that absolutely no one else in the house will understand. “You'll be a thousand miles from nowhere, man. And it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better.”

Buck isn't sure if his brother in law really, honestly thinks that one of these days he'll get a round of applause instead of blank (if fondly amused, on Maddie's part) stares, but today is definitely not that day.

“Come on, The Thing? That's like the Antarctica movie!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I'll watch it on the flight over.” Buck mutters.

“You probably shouldn't.” Chimney pours himself a glass of wine, and after a pointed look from Maddie, turns to the fridge to grab her a seltzer. “But,” he adds, sliding the can across the counter to his wife, “If you're out there and Tommy starts shooting at a dog from a helicopter, you'll want to get out of there ASAP.”

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no pressure tags @sugarpenchant @cannibalhellhound @iphyslitterator

[cha-melodius]

Taking my cue today from @ficwip and their Word Game Wednesday to pull a snippet from my fic. Today's word was: CHILL.

Two weeks into Operation Be Professional, Chill, And Also Friends With Your Ex—ok, it could use a snappier name—and Alex is fucking killing it. They’re not spending a ton of time together, mostly because Henry is far too busy with everything involved in making the movie, but now they regularly chat on set between takes. Alex teases him about his floppy hat, and Henry gives him a hard time about how much coffee he drinks. Henry fusses over him when he does something dumb and wipes out during a stunt, and Alex makes sure that craft services has the right kind of tea and that Henry actually eats lunch. Against all the odds, it’s working. And if it’s also killing Alex, well, no one needs to know that. He missed Henry terribly, and having him back in his life, even in a small way, is incredible, but… he still misses Henry. He misses late nights and early mornings together. He misses conversations about things that really matter. He misses Henry’s hands and his lips and, yes, his cock. Sue him.

Thanks to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @wordsofhoneydew, and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags today. My traditional open tag, and also:

@cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @tintagel-or-cockleshells @firenati0n

@blueeyedgrlwrites @iboatedhere @pippinoftheshire @porcelainmortal @thesleepyskipper

@wolfpup026 @justabigoldnerd @three-drink-amy @eusuntgratie @faketrex

@lilythesilly @orchidscript @14carrotghoul @sparklepocalypse

@welcometololaland @indestructibleheart @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@leaves-of-laurelin @nicijones @mirilyawrites @getmehighonmagic

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you do much to @zorilleerrant for tagging me! It’s been so long since I’ve been tagged in one of these I’m so excited :D My word is JUICE.

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1: J (Unnamed WIP. Yes obviously Billy is the kid, who do you think I am?)

Just as he was about to start CPR, the kid opens his eyes, looking blearily up at him and breathing calmly as if he hadn't just died. No gasp of air to make up for at least five minutes of breathlessness, no panicked glancing around wondering why they're under tons of rubble. The kid just… blinks at him.

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2: U (Unnamed WIP, Clark's POV)

Ugh. Magic. He should have minded his own business from the start. Unfortunately, there's no way he can run from this now, not with Zatanna looking at him with so much hope in her eyes.

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3: I (From an almost completed one shot)

"... Is he high?" Barry questions. Victor turns around to glare at him. "What!? I'm just asking!"

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4: C (From chapter 6 of 'Learning to Live')

Captain Marvel pulls a jar of metal screws from… who knows where, and hands it to Clark with the most innocent face known to man. He was practically glowing. Hal has no clue whether he did this to screw (hah) with Clark or if he was genuinely just trying to help, but he honestly couldn't care less when he sees the resigned look cross Clark’s face before he eats the entire jar, glass and all, in seven seconds flat.

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5: E (from and unfinished fic called ‘Two Halves, Never Whole’)

Excuse him?? Was he just profiled by an old rich jerk with an ego big enough to purchase a gold encrusted pen? (Yes, you heard him right, there is a golden pen laying on the coffee table.) Just because Billy doesn’t have any money, a home, or any way to sustain himself doesn’t mean he’s a thief by default! He’s a hero for goodness sakes! Billy walks past the table, now lacking a golden pen, and plops down onto the ridiculously comfortable couch. Rich people are so annoying.

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Doing this made me realize that I dont have nearly as much writing done as I thought. It was really difficult to find all the sentences! Also I got tagged in like three more of these while I was working on this one! Am I supposed to do all of them? I want to but I’m not sure if I have enough drafts!

Tagging @teehhhhhhhhhhh and @wildglitch ! Anyone else is encouraged to join as well! I don’t know who has been tagged already or not.

Your word is “WORD”