#Writing games

[kedreeva]

OC Askbox Game

I'm avoiding writing and you probably are too, so let's at least think about our characters while we do it.

You know the drill- send me a number (ONE number, you can come back for more) and I'll answer for an OC of your choice (if you know their name) or my choice (if you don't know their name). Feel free to name some of your OCs in the tags of your reblog, if you want to be asked about them.

How did you choose their name?

Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet? If not, have they ever/why never?

Did they have a pet as a child?

What catalyzed their introduction to the plot?

What attribute of them (some facet of their personality, their history, their look, or whatever etc) would you find most important to somehow preserve if they were transplanted to an AU fanfic?

If your character's financial situation were to suddenly flip (someone poor becoming rich, someone rich becoming poor, etc), how well would they handle it? What would be the first thing they would do?

If your character could have handed their role in the plot to someone else, would they have?

Free Space #1: Which of your OCs would be most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse? Which would die immediately?

Does your character have a pet peeve?

Has your character committed any crimes (per their universe's laws)? If not, which crime would your character most likely commit?

Who is your character's closest (by relation, fondness, or distance) blood relative?

How does your character feel about riding horses (or your world's closest approximation of a horse if it lacks horses)?

Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

What is your character's favorite leisure activity?

Is your character holding any grudges? Are they likely to stop?

If your character were trapped on a deserted island, what three things would they want to have with them? Which person would they absolutely hate to be trapped there with? Which person would they enjoy being trapped there with?

Does your character having any health issues, whether they're aware of them or not?

Free Space #2: Which of your OCs would you most like to meet in person, if they could become real (or you could visit them) for a day?

Final Question: Ask me your own question about my OC

Remember: play nice! Send an ask to the person you reblogged this from, and try to send a few to folks that reblog from you!

[mvshortcut]

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

For when you want to put your favorite little guy (gender neutral) in a fanfic-type Situation. Send in a fandom, character(s), and/or relationship/ship as well as a number (or a few!) Feel free to use for fanfic, art, or whatever you choose!

Touch starved/cuddle curse

Time loop

Misunderstandings

Mind meld/telepathy/mind reading

Amnesia

Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)

Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

“Who did this to you?”

Sleep deprivation

Framed for a crime they didn’t commit

Hiding from pursuers

Turned invisible

Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

Role swap

Soulmates

Meeting past/future self

Tending to an injury/wound/illness

Possession/Mind control 

De-aged

Personality swap

Fear poison/gas

Truth or dare/party games

Loss of powers/abilities/skills

Showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house

Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

Group project/team effort

Demon summoning

Curse of obedience/can’t disobey a direct order (the “Ella Enchanted”)

Time jumping/time travel/fix-it

Only one bed

Cursed/turned into an animal

Body swap

Reincarnation 

Love spell/curse/potion

Hatred spell/curse/potion

Avalanche/huddle for warmth

Secret relationship

Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self

Avoiding a conversation

Identity reveal/major secret revealed

Panic attacks

True love’s kiss/breaking a curse

Fake dating 

Arranged marriage

Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment

Confessions during an argument

Sickfic/caretaking

Enemy caretaker

Self-sacrificial

Meet cute

Meet ugly/awkward first meetings

Fake death/presumed dead

Wings/supernatural body features

Kidnapping

Mutual Pining (+ Oblivious)

Mutual platonic/familial yearning

Accidental hand-holding

Crying

Lying curse/forced to lie about something

Truth Serum/spell

[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! 🩵

[outtoshatter]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!

i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D

Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)

Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.

The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)

Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.

Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)

Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.

The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)

Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.

Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)

The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.

Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)

On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.

The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)

The photo ripped down the middle.

End of the End (90k, E, complete)

Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.

The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)

The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.

Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)

Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.

okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL

tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!

[musewrangler]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)

Ok, I have been tagged....so many times and I have not been able to jump in because stupid busy. Thus I am FINALLY getting here. Lots of 'the's' and 'ins' here to count. ;D

I Piett turned back to his friend and gripped Veers’ hand in turn, the two men sharing a look that Matt had seen many times. He knew they hated to be separated when their missions had the high possibility of death. But both of them were incredibly stalwart in their own ways. “Good hunting,” the General said in a reversal of their usual farewell. The Captain’s mouth curled. “Safe stars, Max,” he murmured. “I’m coming for you the very moment it’s possible.” “Force help the Rebels,” Veers replied, and Scraps was glad they weren’t looking at him because he couldn’t stop the smile. 

I started a new thread as well since the other one was quite long.

no pressure tagging @afaroffsong @kraytwriter @lady-merian @chaosgoblinhours @blukoffee @kanerallels @banachtarskiparadox @klarionthewizard @thehappybaker @winterinhimring @thegreenleavesofspring

[gummybugg]

Calling All Tag-Friendly Writeblrs

Do you like Writing? Do you like Games?

Interact with this so that I can add you to my Mental List of writeblrs to tag in fun writing games! 

[lunar-years]

“The next time Keeley opened her door to Roy and Jamie she was cautiously optimistic.”

The next time Keeley opened her door to Roy and Jamie, she was cautiously optimistic. At least this time, they'd both texted her beforehand, and even told her that they'd understand it if she didn't want to see either of their faces again for at least another fortnight, if not possibly forever.

Keeley'd considered it, too. Making them wait to apologize--because she assumed they were planning to apologize, they better fucking be planning to apologize--did hold a certain, undeniable appeal. It would no doubt give her a bit of satisfaction, forcing them to wonder amongst themselves if she was actually going to forgive them this time or if they'd fucked it up once and for all. Only for a little while, obviously. Just long enough to make them squirm. What of it? They really had made a mess of it this time, and she wasn't a bloody saint.

In the end, she dismissed the idea because she missed them, and she wanted to have them back with her sooner rather than later. Only as friends, of course. Probably. She couldn't imagine picking between them and seeing the other one all sad and dejected again, anyway, so friends would have to do just fine. It was better that way, for all of them.

Probably.

In her doorway, cleaned up but still looking a little worse for wear, wearing matching, tentative smiles, stood her two boys. Roy was frantically punching at his phone as Jamie hissed at him to hurry u[, until finally music started to play. Jamie was holding a giant bag of takeaway. Keeley narrowed her eyes. "So...?" she started for them, waiting.

"I made you an apology playlist," Roy said dumbly.

"And I brought that curry you like!" Jamie announced proudly, holding up the bag. These were the ways they'd always apologized to her when she was dating each of them. Roy with his curated mixtapes and Jamie making runs down to the Indian place on the corner, coming back with more than they could reasonable eat, just the two of them. She did fucking love that curry. "You're not trying to outdo one another with the best apology, are you?" she continued, peering at them skeptically, "Because I'm not choosing between you." She crossed her arms, hoping it presented a determined, unmovable front.

"No!" Jamie said quickly. "It's a joint apology, this. We just wanted to say, we're um, sorry for being selfish dickhead, and treating you like an object when you're obviously not, and we justcare about you and, um..."

"...and acting like we were doing you a favour by letting you pick between us when we're both fucking idiots and you're too good for either one of us," Roy finished. Keeley felt her shoulders slumped. She wasn't too good for them. They were all perfectly good enough.

They were still shuffling like they wanted to say more, so Keeley said nothing. Roy breathed. Glanced at Jamie. Briefly shut off whatever song was playing. "Also, we kissed."

Her eyes shot wide. Holy fuck. Holy...fuck. "You...what?"

"We kissed," one of them repeated. Her brain had gone too fuzzy to determine which.

"Is that part of your apology, too?" she choked.

"No," Roy said immediately. "I'm not sorry for that."

"It could be part of the way we make it up to you, though," Jamie chirped at his side, those gorgeous gray eyes of his looking right into her own, twinkling and sincere. "If you'd like, I mean. Would you...like that?"

Were they really asking her...? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. He couldn't mean they were just going to snog in front of her and assume she wanted to watch them moving on without her. The sheer thought of that made her want to vomit, but even they weren't that stupid. But then, that could only mean....

She switched her gaze to Roy. They could still communicate silently, a little, the two of them. Even though it had been months since they'd done so everyday, simple as breathing. She raised a questioning eyebrow, do I get to be involved in all this kissing?

Roy nodded, if you'd like to. Jamie grinned broadly, like he had understand this silent conversation, too.

Keeley could feel her heart pattering right out of her chest. The idea of being friends had gone right out the window, just like that. In fact, it was almost hard to remember why she was mad at them. Still, she could make them eat the takeaway first and watch them squirm over their curries, and that would probably be sufficiently satisfying to forgive them. She wanted this. She definitely wanted this.

She flung the door the rest of the way open, because what the hell. It was time for her to grasp the things she wanted. "I think you'd both better come in."

[teencopandthesourwolf]

SNIPPET SUNDAY

tagged by the lovely @outtoshatter to take part. but it's monday! i hear you cry... yeah, sue me. this is a stiles's-perpetually-open-bedroom-window sterek wip fic that is growing incredibly s l o w l y but growing none the less.

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"I'm gonna buy you a bell to wear around that thick neck of yours, 'wolf," Stiles threatens, and thinks he might actually mean it.

"You'd have to buy me a collar, first."

And—what?

Maybe Stiles isn't actually awake yet.

He thought he heard the sourwolf making a dog joke. Actually, forget the canine inclusion, that part doesn't even matter...

Derek Hale just made a joke.

Stiles must look incredulous as fuck because Derek's face softens a little. Hell, the big guy almost smiles, his smooth lips twitching adorably.

Stiles's frazzled brain needle scratches dramatically.

Then, it backtracks a little.

"Wait, how did you know I was having a nightmare?" he asks, momentarily puzzled. He wipes a clammy arm across his clammy face, waiting for his mind to whirr into action.

Derek must've—

Oh.

"Dude, were you hanging around outside my window?"

Derek looks shifty.

Well, shiftier than usual.

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tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @ohhalefire @jmeelee @wolfspurr @nerdherderette and any others i can't think of rn that i should be tagging plus anybody else at all who wants to do the thing; just feel free to say i tagged you xp

[ashen-crest]

would you like to be tagged in writing tag games?

I did this a few months ago, but it seems there are a bunch of new writers floating around, so I’d like to build a new list!

If you’d like for me to tag you in writeblr tag games, like Find the Word/Word Search, picrews, snippet-sharing/last line, etc- please like, reply, or rb this post!

You can also specify if you like or don’t like a particular game, and I’ll make a note of that in my little list. Having a list makes sure I’m not tagging the same three people in all my games. :)

[kedreeva]

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!

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

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

@eriquin @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

@oitreewrites @post-and-out @writingattheedge @qqaba @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside

@princescar

[stesierra]

@blind-the-winds came up with a game idea!

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

Tagging @avrablake @owlsandwich and @space-writes and else who wants to play!

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I kind of like the secretiveness" malec

“So, what exactly happened in Peru?” Alec asked with a chuckle after Ragnor name-dropped it during dinner earlier, and not for the first time. 

“It’s sensitive information,” Magnus informed. “I could tell you, but then we’ll have to change your name in your passport and shave your head.”

“What even-”

“Sensitive information,” Magnus just repeated. 

“I don’t have a passport and I’m pretty sure I look hot as a bald man,” Alec just shrugged. 

“No!” Magnus groaned and cupped his boyfriend’s head. “Not your gorgeous raven cascade.”

“I would hardly call this is a cascade.”

“It could be,” Magnus said seriously, pulling at Alec’s hair. “You just need some coconut oil, darling.”

“Magnus. Stop trying to distract me. Are you going to tell me what happened in Peru or not?”

“I don’t know,” Magnus shrugged. “I kind of like the secretiveness.”

“What if you tell me a secret and I tell you a secret?” Alec asked. 

That got the other man’s attention. He looked at Alec curiously. “What kind of secret are you offering?”

“Top-secret kind.”

“You’re messing with me.”

“What if I tell you, it’s about Jace’s biggest fear.”

“I already know his biggest fear,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “Receding hairlines.”

“It’s actually not.”

“He’s more scared of something other than losing his hair?”

“Hm-hm.”

“Tell me.”

“You first.”

“Alexander,” Magnus shook his head. “You are nasty.”

Alec smiled sweetly. “What happened in Peru?”

[outtoshatter]

Stiles swept his notebook into his bag. “I better go. Thanks, Peter.” He took the coffee with when he left. He tried to hurry, but Derek caught up to him before he got into the jeep. “Have you still been sleepwalking?” he asked. Stiles swung around, annoyed. “Hello to you too,” he said sourly. “Hey,” he said. “So? Sleepwalking?” “That’s not really your business.” His brows furrowed. “I want to help you-” “I-” He bit off the rest of that sentence. He couldn’t honestly say he didn’t need help. “No,” he said through his teeth. “Last night I did not sleepwalk.” He shouldered past him and opened the door, tossing his bag to the passenger seat. “Can I go now or did you have more questions?” Derek crossed his arms. “Did you use magic last time you walked?” Stiles’s face screwed up. “What?” His gaze darted around anxiously. “No. I’ve told all of you—it hasn’t happened since-since that once.” Fear made his voice tight, angrier than he meant for it to come out.

i meant to do messy draft Monday but um time got away from me so here we are, Wednesday again!

tagging for playing or looking: @tkwritesdumbassassins @raisesomehale @halevetica @satashiiwrites @kikiroo @nerdy-stilinski @missanniewhimsy @rosieposiepuddingnpie @pinkviper @cephalog0d @elisela @sterek-stuffs @teencopandthesourwolf

[capseycartwright]

tagged in seven sentence sunday by @clusterbuck but also in a whole heap of other writing tag games i haven’t been able to do because i have written no words. but!! a miracle has occurred and i have found some words. not many. not quite seven sentences either. but some words.

“You’re freaking out.”

Eddie looked up, glaring at Buck. “I need you to give me a second so I can rewrite my entire world view.”

Buck snorted, in a way Eddie shouldn’t have found so adorable, but he found everything that Buck did adorable. It was sort of the curse of being deeply, embarrassingly in love with your best friend.

“Why?” Buck questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Because you just kissed me,” Eddie said. “Because you like me back. I didn’t think you liked me back, Buck. That’s sort of a like - fundamental shift in my universe. So I need a second. Maybe five seconds.”

tagging @thatbuddie @mellaithwen @buckactuallys @captain-hen @like-the-rest-of-la @shitouttabuck @hattalove and anyone else who fancies it!