#wip ask game w/ twist

[jolapeno]

My cheese and crackers. I humbly beseech you on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🤲🏻 for a 🗒️ for the day you call in sick. I beg of you.

<offers hand out> girrrrl get up off your knees and hug me hahahaha. but, like seriously, hold me (hahahahah).

pls.

and as your reward, here is your snippet for the day you call in sick - frankie morales x f!reader:

“I should be back tomorrow, just—”

His lips nip at your neck, hand spanning lower down your stomach.

An almost whine escaping, one you disguise quickly with a cough before continuing, “Yeah, course. I'll see how I feel—yeah, will do, thanks.”

Finger finding the end call button before you turn, facing him, lips crashing to his, grinning into his mouth as you lick into his mouth.

“You’re a bad influence on me, Morales."

His mouth pulling back from yours, sliding down your cheek, jaw, finding that spot on your neck as your nails crawl into his hair.

"Never called in sick—even when I actually am.”

Spanning his fingers out over your waist, thumb brushing on the underside of your breast, you feel him laugh against your neck. “Sounds like you’re due it then, baby. Now, gimme fifteen minutes, and I’ll show you why it’s a good idea that you’ve taken the day off.”

send a wip ask

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Oh Mother, Where Art Thou?

"Oh Mother Where Art Thou?", Or OMWAT for short.

Is an interactive piece of fiction where your choices and decisions will ultimately change and decide the outcome of the story; as well as the fates of those in it.

This story takes place in a semi-realistic fantasy world. Where the places and history of this world is mirrored to our own in very subtle ways.

Featuring:

A customizable character with a section of gender, appearance, personal attraction and personality.

Twisting secrets and truths.

Finding culture for yourself between one of 2 well developed countries, or neither.

A heartfelt story about finding family and knowing when to let go.

Choices in forging friendships and/or rivalries.

Decide the fates of several characters.

Explore a world inspired by Spanish and Italian language, histories and cultures.

Find your preferred profession, acquire unique skills and traits.

Select and develop you fighting style with a selection of weapons.

Learn different forms of magic or opt out of magic altogether.

3 RO's per country (6 in total) for book 1; with ranging backgrounds, personalities and tastes.

The greatest travel guide of all time. A humble traveling partner who will help you through your journey

WIP Demo:

Prologue (Act 1-3) & Chapter 1 (Act 1) [55k Words] - Link Updated (9-9-24)

Ask's Masterlist

I am 100% good with any kind of asks, please just make sure you check the masterlist before you submit an ask to see if I have answered the question already. I try to be very on it about updating the masterlist and properly tagging content.

As always, let me know if something doesn't link to the right place and never be afraid to ask me something if you see that I haven't answered it before. 💙

Links:

Masterlist: Link Google Feedback Form: Link Choice of Games Form Page: Link

The World: Link

The Countries: Link

Story Overview: Link

Fanart Submissions: Link

Noteworthy Characters: Link

Romantic Options (RO's): Link

RO's Appearances (w/Pictures): Link

Author's Notes (Please Read): Link

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Content Warning:

Please be advised that this will be an 18+ story due to the following:

Classism

Mommy Issues

Religious themes

Described violence

Semi-minimal gore

Abandonment Issues

Reoccurring discussions of political ideologies

Homophobia (it isn't explicit and can be toggled to be ignored but will still be present for story reasons)

Misgendering for gn MC's (A gn-mc will be very unique and have a lot of variations in their story, but they will still be misgendered quite a bit by the citizens of an historical inspired like world due to a lack of understanding)

[kweenkday]

jumping late to this wip game but can you share a snippet of cat thief and .. do I dare ask pretty little addict 👀

of course! Here's a snippet of Cat Thief that I shared earlier.

NOW. Pretty Little Addict is the Kevaaron of my heart, it's very precious to me, but the thing is angsty AF.

For context, Andrew and Aaron meet late in life (in college) and Aaron's life is a mess because he never got away from Tilda. This is a snippet from the scene where Kevin sees Aaron for the first time and thinks it's Andrew (cause no one even knows Aaron exists yet).

P.S: Aaron is living his sIut era and no one's allowed to judge him for it.

Andrew has done a lot of things that Kevin doesn’t agree with. And most of the time, he eventually sees Andrew’s reasons. But this? This he doesn’t understand. Doesn’t want to. Kevin had grown to care about Neil a whole lot. He dares to say both Neil and Andrew are his closest friends now. So, when Andrew pulls the guy down by the neck and shoves his tongue in his mouth, Kevin jumps off his seat and storms over to him.  How could Andrew do this? How could he betray Neil like this? How could he be so heartless, so aloof, so— He grabs his shoulder and twists him around. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he practically yells in his face.  Andrew gives him a slow once over and smirks. A new piercing glints on his eyebrow.  “What’s eating you, doll face?” Andrew says in a voice soaked in alcohol.  Kevin steps back, dumbfounded. “W-what are you—” Andrew shoves the guy away and steps in Kevin’s space. His smirk deepens as he pressed two fingers over Kevin’s mouth.  “Don’t get yourself worked up, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask, you know.” “W-what?” Andrew smirks, grabs him by the shirt collar and pulls him down. “Meet me in the bathroom in five, yeah?” And with that, he leaves Kevin staring after him with his mouth dry. 

[ladykailitha]

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 (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!

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.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Valentine's Sequel

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Metal Band Steve

Snippet

You'll notice that Werewolf is no longer on the list because we are getting the final 4-5 chapters and you REALLY don't want me to spoil that for you. The twists are going to be sooo good. And as soon as the sequel is done, I'll be back to working on those three exclusively. Well... until my plot bunny bites me again, anyway.

Valentine's Sequel

Eddie sat the back of the class as he always did, trying to come up with ideas of what to do for prom. Because of course Steve said yes.

Steve’s eyes lit up and he swung Eddie around chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” until the pair of them fell to the floor giggling like children.

They kissed and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

Steve already had a suit, he really hadn’t grown that much since the funeral and just needed a nice cummerbund to make it school dance worthy. So he didn’t go with the Hellfire boys to get their tuxes.

Jeff had gone for a blue suit jacket with black pants and bow tie with a white button up. Gareth went for a double breasted black jacket and bow tie with matching pants. Brian had picked up a white jacket and bolo tie with black pants.

Eddie though?

Eddie had gone for a thin black neck tie and tight dress pants and then was going to wear his leather jacket over the top.

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It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

@mira-jadeamethyst @zerokrox-blog @forgottenkanji @w1ll0wtr33 @thesecondfate

@acingthecounts @beelze-the-bubkiss @just-a-tiny-void @kultiras

Somehow I set this for the wrong day, so sorry it's late!

[spliffymae]

this is how i imagined sasha dressing for that wip i posted earlier. and after suffering severe brain rot, i came running to this app. 🤭🤭🤭

⚠️ afabreader, she/her pronouns, both reader and sasha are queer, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), it’s really fluff w A LOT of sexual tension.

song i recommend for vibes:

⊱ ──────── {.⋅ ✺ ⋅.}──────── ⊰

sasha is such a good friend to you, she did so much to help you when you were in need.like in high school, when you would forget to pack a lunch, she would always walk around with double of hers—honestly it was because two meals were enough to satisfy her, but she never got to eat the other one. instead she would be handing the thermos or sandwhich bag to you with a blank stare, mumbling to you to be more mindful but she never stopped giving you food.

oh my gosh! she was such a positive friend for you. like that time in college, when she had introduced you to connie and jean from your guys’ kinesiology class. you had been wanting to get to know them for a while because of how chill they seemed, but were always nervous to initiate conversations. so sasha did it for you.

you four had become a friend group instantly. sasha had told you she felt the best vibes around them and knew they would be a great addition for you two. and they were. you guys would spend everyday together, either in connie and jean’s dorm or you and sasha’s shared apartment. whether it was studying, playing video games, movie nights, or just regular hanging out, the moment was never dull.

sasha was a supportive friend. when you began to date this guy porco, who was on your college’s basketball team, she would come with you to the basketball games. she was on the women’s team, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t interested, but it would make her nauseous to see how heart eyed you became when provo would make a shot.

but still, sasha was an understanding friend. when your boyfriend started to take more time away from you two, she didn’t get upset. you hadn’t experienced adult love before, so she understood.

when you would miss scheduled bonding time or her important games because ‘porco needed you’, sasha didn’t yell at you for it. she understood.

when you would walk into her room at eleven thirty at night, with a pout on your lips and glossy eyes, and complaining about how you have so much homework to do, she stays up all night and does half for you.

when you forget to study for a test in class, and are having a mini freak out in class the day of the test, sasha holds your hand in support, slipping you a folded paper containing everything you need to know to pass.

sasha braus was your best friend. i mean, who else would stay up late to listen to you sob about how difficult of a time you were having with galliard while simultaneously helping you part your hair for a protective style. passion twists, her favorite on you. you cried about how you weren’t feeling heard or seen in the relationship. you were feeling like he was with you for just the aesthetic reasons and didn’t bother to put in real effort. she listened through it all.

sasha was an honest friend. who couldn’t hide her face for shit when you revealed to her that every time porco eats you out, you fake an orgasm to make him feel good. “he just…gets in his head, s’all. i’m sure he’ll be good once the nerves go.” you would say, but she could tell you didn’t believe your own words.

but oh, did she have her moments. sometimes sasha would be a possessive friend. like when her braids ups would somehow almost always fall on days porco was spending the night, she would take advantage of your kindness and ask you to wash and put a treatment in her hair. you would protest about not wanting to take the whole night, but she’d pout and bat her lashes,and you would melt away. porco would be irritated and sasha was always elated.

sasha had a lot of good qualities about her. one that you loved was how much of a comforting friend she was. when you would have your bad mental days, where everyone and anyone was getting muted and ignored, sasha was the only one that got to be near you.

you would send her a text at 1pm, asking if she were up. she would tell you she just got up and crashing from morning practice. you wouldn’t respond, instead sasha would hear the padding of your feet before seeing you at her bedroom door. you were wearing one of your big tees with only panties on and long socks. you wouldn’t talk as you got under the blanket with her and wrapped your arms around her waist. she would hold you, placing a comforting kiss to your forehead and just lie in silence with you.

sasha was everything you could ask for in a friend. you would always say how lucky you were to have her in your life. she was the only one who truly understood you. and because of that, sasha was a protective friend. like when she was at a party with connie and jean, and saw your boyfriend grinding up on a girl who she knew wasn’t you. why? because she left you home since you had a final term paper to do.

so sasha did what she knew was best and got up from her seated position on the stairs, nodding to jean and connie that she would soon return. she draped your boyfriend up in an instant, threatening him that if he doesn’t leave and go get you the sweetest apology present this instant, she would perform an impromptu castration on him.

sasha was your experienced friend. who would fascinate you with all the different sexual experiences she’s had with both men and women.

“but wait, so do you like receiving or giving pleasure more?” you ask as you lie across her bed, dressed in her basketball jersey you took from the laundry basket.

sasha stared off into space for a second, thinking about her answer. you couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. jaw clenching while deep in thought, sitting with her knees to her chest and arms over her knees. her hair was out naturally straight with a beanie on top of her head. she was wearing a black crewneck and plaid pajama pants. you watched her eyes look over your figure before looking to you, smiling as she said “giving.”

sasha was your observant friend. she would always have to fill you in on the innuendos and subliminal messages that went over your head when you two would watch movies or listen to jean and connie talk. so she was surprised when your response to her wasn’t an oblivious nod of approval, but a clench of your thighs.

sasha was your smart friend, who figured out your sweet spot when she would watch you dress up as her personal cheerleader for every one of her games, and see you write her jersey number, 9, on a specific spot on your neck.

after she would take her team to victory with a twenty point lead, she would pull you into a hug, dripping in sweat, and placing a quick and hazy kiss to that number that adorned your neck, mumbling about how much good luck your presence brought her. you would feel your body temperature rise, and you would ever so slightly tighten your hold on her jersey.

sasha is your best friend, who you would rather die for than lose. she was your day one, go to, ride or die—she was everything you needed in a better half. she was a friend.

so why now, when porco fucks you to an orgasm, are you thinking of her on top of you instead of him?

[starbase-yorktown]

For the wip title ask game: how to live with living forever/ruin (of bitten lips and broken hands) 👀👀👀

I would also love to hear about your oc novels, so whichever you want to talk about is good!

💗💗💗

*cracks knuckles* let's go @zzoomacroom, you asked for three WIP updates and you're getting three WIP updates. Answer Part 1.

ruin (of bitten lips and broken hands): sequel to my centennial husband big bang fic nothing grows in corpses (in the earth of me) which you can either read there or read more about here first. The overarching series is titled how to live with living forever. But where NGIC is about Morpheus' unwillingly resurrection and him coming to terms with living after months of a gruesome existence strike, "ruin (of bitten lips and broken hands)" is about him learning to come to terms with his flaws and the ways he hurts others, about learning how to be a better man under the straining tutelage of Hob Gadling (and his gf Gwen who SERIOUSLY deserves better, RUN, BABY GIRL, RUN). Here there be murderous breakups, toxic codependent relationships, Linda Martin of CW's Lucifer tragically getting roped into this shit show to help folks learn accountability and healthy coping strategies, and all-in-all a Dreamling endgame where both men have to take a long, hard look at themselves and do some growing up and healing before they can truly reach for each other.

+++

That night, Hob drifted in that in-between of sleep and wakefulness until he became suddenly very acutely aware of someone crouched at his bedside. Someone with wild, gravity-defying, technicolor hair was bowed all close to him, peering into his face almost nose-to-nose with those unblinking eyes—

“Jesus fuck!” he shouted and startled into full-blown wakefulness in the same shaft of fear.

“I dunno if Jesus fucked,” Delirium frowned, suddenly enamored with this line of thought. “He was really very busy, busy like the bees and the birds and—”

Hob turned wildly to Gwen for some measure of assistance—a twitch, a snore, he'd take anything—only to find her somehow still sound asleep despite the chaos unfolding not an arm's length away. He'd worry about that unnatural slumber next, he decided, and twisted back to Delirium, nearly grabbing her by the arm as he hissed his demand.

“What are you doing here?”

She blinked at him like some kind of eerie clockwork doll, her head turning this way and that in kind. “WatcHInG yOu sLeEp” she said, and her voice layered and echoed and distorted in a way that made Hob’s blood run cold. The strength in his voice turned to rubber.

“Wh-w-why?”

“He likes you," she said as though it were obvious. "He doesn’t like a lot of people. Doesn’t like me all the time. I wanna see what’s inside you that makes him like you.”

Hob swallowed.

Are you there, God? It's me, Robert Gadling.

“……..A-And?”

The girl shrugged. “Dunno.”

And before Hob could figure out how to protest, spluttering and moving to scramble clear up the headboard far too late, Delirium climbed into bed with him, straddling his belly and settling atop him with a weight like an elephant despite her willowy, tiny frame. His hands held at his shoulders, afraid to touch her anymore than he already was, and he casted about for something, anything to help him out of this predicament without having to shout for Morpheus or Gwen.

And then her hands were touching him, gripping his sides, her fingers slotting into the cage of his ribs, and he tried to jump clear out of his bones with a nervous, uncomfortable laugh. “Fuck—”

“You like that word.”

“S-sorry,” he stammered as he watched her poke and prod, watched her play with the carpet of hair on his chest with all the curiosity of a child, watched her reach for his head and lift the strands of his hair. She combed her fingers through it, just to see what it felt like, and tracked the form of his muscles and bones from his shoulders to his arms down to his hands with a firm, probing grip. She sniffed at his scalp, his neck; something warm and wet dashed across his skin, and she pulled back, running her tongue along the top of her mouth with a perplexed expression as if pondering the very taste of him for an answer to her question. Hob’s stomach turned. “Just. Just a bit uncomfortable.”

She looked sharply into his eyes, seizing on his words as if they held the answers she sought. She picked up his hands, feeling every finger, every callous, bending his joints through their ranges of motion.

“Why?”

“Hey, um.” He took the risk and closed his hands on hers, trying to hold her still, “D-Delirium, was it?”

“MMhmm,” she frowned, trying to extricate her hands and continue her so very important study.

“Look, I-I’d love to help you understand your brother, but this is really not appropriate. You should come back in the morning like Morpheus said.” She had been stilling as he spoke, staring at his hands on hers, and a light bulb went off in his head: a way out, a way to distract her. “Wh-where’s your dog? He’s probably real worried about you—”

“He’s with the fishies,” she mumbled.

Hob gulped.

“A-as in dead o-or—”

“No, sleeping! Don’t be silly, it’s sleeping with the fishies, not drowned with the fishies or chopped up with the fishies or run over with the fishies—” She had been fighting to pull her hands free again, frowning all the more deeply even as her voice lilted and twirled, and Hob gripped her a bit tighter despite his better judgement.

“Delirium.” She stopped. She stared into his eyes this time, and he felt the world begin to get a bit fuzzy at the edges, felt gravity begin to tip. “Go home, lamb. Or g-go back to where Barnabas is sleeping, I’m sure he needs someone to look out for him while he rests. Right? You can come back in the mornin’. Promise.”

Her hands relaxed in his. And he cautiously let her go, seeing a wavering in her expression and body language that led him to think she was finally going to sulk away. What he did not anticipate was for her to draw her arms to her chest, like a child hiding away within herself, and then for her to pitch forward with rising shoulders and a doming back until she was pressed to his chest like a loafing cat or a scared toddler.

For a moment, she just laid there.

Then, she began to shake; her breaths began to tremble, and icy-hot tears seared his skin as she began to weep….

This fucking family. Jesus fucking Christ.

[leedee013]

WIP Wednesday

SOON I WILL BE MOVING ALL WRITING UPDATES TO A SIDEBLOG DEDICATED TO MY WRITINGS, @thornilee013 !!!!!!!

I'll be participating in @/kedreeva 's game again this week!

PLEASE SEND IN THINGS. THIS IS LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY WEEK.

Anyway, rules:

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.

Here is what I have to offer this week:

1. Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic 2. Baby Jean 3. Dealer's Choice (aka I work on a secret project and then also on a random one)

MASTERPOST

Snippet from Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic under the cut:

Jean Moreau had not been able to hide his tear-reddened eyes from Jeremy’s observant gaze. 

“I can offer a shoulder, a hug, a listening ear, or pancakes,” Jeremy had said, a twist to his lips. 

“Pancakes,” Jean had replied, refusing to make eye contact with his roommate. 

And so he sat at the countertop table across from the stove, watching Jeremy drop dollops of dough onto the pan and flip them over, then onto a plate where he covered them with a spare hand towel. Jeremy even added chocolate chips to the last batch. 

They divided the pancake stack evenly between them, making two smaller but still sizable towers.

“Maple syrup?” Jeremy offered, holding up the plastic bottle. 

Jean cocked an eyebrow. “Have you ever had anyone actually say no?” 

Jeremy shrugged and laughed to himself as he handed the syrup over.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

WIP Ask Game!!!

I have been tagged by @eriquin (on main but I'm doing it here <3<3<3)

The Rules:

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.

The Files:

Steddie Upside-down AU

Stancy Aro4Aro Break-Up AU

Platonic Stobin Mind-Reading AU

There There

The Crash Bang Incident

Snippet under the cut

From Steddie Upside-down AU:

Barb groans, biting her sandwich in half viciously. “It’s not the same,” she says. “They’re all wrapped up in each other.”

“Didn’t Hagan and Perkins go through a honeymoon phase?” Eddie asks. “What did you used to do when they’d go on their romantic dates?”

If anything, Steve looks more confused. “Go with them?”

“You’re shitting me,” Gareth says aggressively, like this is some weird hazing ritual.

“Wait, no. Let’s let this play out,” Eddie says, turning his back on Gareth so he can watch Steve. “So, let’s set the stage. It’s valentine’s day, 1982. Tommy Hagan has set up a candlelit dinner with Miss Perkins to celebrate their eternal love. Where are you in this scenario?”

Steve’s still got his brows furrowed like he doesn’t understand the assignment. “Have you been like, stalking me?” The little freak sounds almost flattered at the accusation.

“Are you serious, Stevie?” Eddie asks, unsurprised when Steve nods.

“So, you, Steve Harrington, showed up at your best friend’s valentine’s date last year and that was just fine?” Barb asks, deadpan.

“Usually, I help Carol do her make-up before,” Steve replies, blessedly finally picking up his burger and taking a bite. He looks over at the jock table, something small and forlorn twisting his mouth even as he bites savagely into his burger like he’s trying to kill it. “She’s not good at doing her own eye shadow without looking like a hooker.”

Tag list, but no pressure!

@devondespresso @wynnyfryd @thorniest-rose @museumgiftshoperaser

[halfpintpeach]

11/15/23 WIP Wednesday

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'II 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.

This weeks line up, as always:

1. Tutor Neil

2. Teacher/Musician

3. The tunnel

4. Dealers choice (someone random or from the others)

Snippet from Teacher/Actor below!!

Andrew left his glass in the sink, a problem for tomorrow him to deal with. He yawned as he walked, Socks appearing and twisting around his ankles. It was as though the cat wanted him to trip and fall. Andrew carefully nudged the beast out of the way as he continued the walk to the bedroom.

Curled up at the top of the cat tree in the room was Tottie, the more reclusive one. Andrew undid his jeans, pulling them off and dropping them into the hamper by the closet door. He threw his shirt in next before digging through the dresser for an old, soft t-shirt to wear to bed. It was worn at the hem and the neckline was loose. The print on the front was faded from several washes, but the movie name was still readable. It was the first film that Neil had starred in, the one that really pushed him forward in his career. Andrew ran his hand over the soft fabric as he got into bed. Socks jumped up immediately and curled up at the foot of the bed. There was an old blanket laid there that the cats had laid claim to.

[peachycloudsworld]

WIP Wednesday Game

sept. 27, 2023

Rules from @/kedreeva's 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.

This is my first WIP Wednesday so I´m both excited and scared...but I can offer you:

How do you love somebody

5 times Kevin struggles quietly

Mer

A Troubled Mind 2

Brother

Snippet from A Troubled Mind 2 below the cut.

Neil has his head tilted to the side, watching Kevin like a hawk. His nimble fingers have stopped tugging on the zipper, now they´re twisting the little cord attached to it.

“Yeah, just tired,” murmurs Kevin, dragging himself the last couple of feet over to the couch where he slowly sinks down and becomes one with the cushions.

“We´ll have to do movie night another time, I hope that´s okay with you.”

Kevin almost forgot movie nights. He would´ve remembered later when it got late out and he would´ve moved towards the couch without thinking twice. Movie nights have become such a reoccurring ritual for the three of them that now that it won´t happen tonight, Kevin doesn´t know how to react.

“ ´s fine,” he whispers, curling up and tugging a pillow against his chest. Keeping his eyes closed makes it easier to ignore Neil´s lingering look before he turns back towards his bag. The zipper finally works again – Kevin can hear it – and Neil sighs, happy with himself.

“We´re leaving as soon as Drew comes back from classes, there´s leftover pizza in the fridge for when you´re hungry.”

Just nodding lightly, Kevin nuzzles his face further into the pillow to hide his wobbling lower lip. He ignores the rest of Neil´s rummaging around in favour of acting like he´s fallen asleep.

[iamtaran]

WIP Title Game! oh good lord

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

thanks @allyunabridged for the tag! Lmao I stared down the barrel of not one, but two google drives to gather these and all I can say is

😬

IN AN ORDER ONLY THE GODS UNDERSTAND:

The Twilit Gate (BG3, when in want of more fey bullshit in your BG3, do it yourself!!! TavxAstarionxGalexliterally everyone i'm gay alright???)

Island (The Guest/손 AU, horror and survivalism; Hwa Pyung, Choi Yoon, and Gil Young follow Park Hong Joo's and Park Il Do's machinations out to open sea, to an island with long forgotten history where the real struggle for survival begins.)

But For Grace (SW:Preq's, modern-character in GFFA aka "what to do when you accidentally change things and the Chosen One dies?", started as a silly question but now I'm committed; Qui-Gon Jinn lives; what would happen in a galaxy without Anakin Skywalker?)

The Mage's War (DA2 + DA:I, what if Bethany Hawke was the Herald, Modern/Avvar OC, playing Fade chicken with the Dread Wolf nbd, put on my tinfoil hat for this one re: the Fade, the Abyss/Void, Forgotten Ones, etc.)

In God's Eye (Vampyr, human!Jonathan, ekon!McCullum, Mary lives, I'm a hobby WWI & Spanish Flu researcher so hold your britches I have FEELINGS)

For Want Of Two (Vampyr, wanted more mythological beings & nemrod lore so I'll do it myself gdi, put-that-thing-back-where-you-found-it-or-so-help-me-god.gif ; JxMcCxOC)

Lights All Hung On Nothing (Star Wars Preq's to Clone Wars era, modern-character-in-SW with a big twist, Force + time fuckery, Ani + Obi focus, the butterfly effect changes everything)

The 72nd Cycle (SW: Mandalorian, AU - Grogu is not the only Force sensitive prisoner Gideon had captured. Without room in his ship for multiple students, Luke tags along, not expecting the sad Mando's ride Boba Fett (w h a t) to show up and offer the poor guy use of his bacta tank; well, soon-to-be-his. He just has to kill its current owner, Bib Fortuna, first. You know. On Tatooine(WHAT!!). Meanwhile, on Tattooine: Cobb Vanth gets the nagging feeling his life is about to become much more stressful.)

A Heavy Thing (KOTOR, amnesiac Revan works a shitty food service job on Taris and definitely isn't a Jedi/Sith/Soldier, I mean, clearly. Slice of life becomes tragedy becomes adventure becomes mystery becomes ??? RevanxCanderousxCarth DON'T LOOK AT ME)

Life, Happening (The Shining/Doctor Sleep introspective piece on Danny Torrance, life & death, what it means to be gone, and not gone.)

Led To Water (Mandalorian, Din takes off the armor having broken his Creed and, unsure what to do next, returns to Kuiil's homestead to brood and sweat manfully through his existential crisis; his friends help him through it.)

Mando'ad'ika (Mandalorian/Original SW movies, The Mandalorian is taken into custody and now Leia has to deal with a sweet but stressed frog lady, a green gremlin with too much Force power, and this intimidating tin can who won't budge. Since Han laughed at her, she decides to make it his problem, too.)

Time Travel, & Other Ways To Die (Mandalorian/SW:Bounty Hunter video game, Din & Jango centric, whilst trying to get to Grogu on his magical big rock, Din & Grogu end up chucked through time onto an outlaw space station. Jango Fett's no good very bad day begins. Coincidentally, it coincides with Din Djarin's SUPER no good very bad day. They most assuredly do not bond over this.)

I am, or was. (Dragon Age: Inquisition, a spirit takes an interest in Solas after he helps it in the Fallow Mire and begins following him around like a lost puppy. Which would be cute, if it weren't possessing more and more alarming vessels to do so. The Andrastians are starting to get a bit twitchy.)

Rookie, Shiny, Soldier, Spy (Mandalorian/Clone Wars, Din Djarin accidental time travel into the Clone Wars AU. Caught without his 'gam on a battle field and forced once again to wear trooper armor, he is Not Impressed--and why do all these guys look like Boba?)

This Prodigal Son (Hades/Dragon Age: Inq, Zagreus goes through the wrong Chaos portal. Magister Alexius finds a powerful spirit in the Fade and, as is his way, decides fuck it, we ball. Also his way, it doesn't go very well for him.)

Send me a title via ask and I'll post my favorite bit I've currently written!

Lmao this was wild to throw together given how many WIPs of age past are staring me down; these are just all the recents. Go ahead and chuck some WIPs out there if you're interested @singoallala @narwhalninja @mauverawrites @in-a-trans-like-state @terresdebrume and @jackironsides ! And if you don't/aren't currently writing, everyone loves to see the pet tax paid C:

[jolapeno]

I really like that your ask is a detective 🤣 For your WIP game I need to ask for 🖼️ with in my room because it sounds hot.

💁‍♀️ your girl likes a theme hahaha. but i have taken detective/undercover agent life to a new extreme but i am SO glad you like it, anon! thank you.

of courseeeeeee. so this pairing is colleague/fuckbud javi x f!reader and i've had it in the works for ages but it's one i just keep chipping away at as it's taken a life of its own.

[this might be my fave one i've made]

send a wip ask

[cuips-not-cute]

wip ask game!

combining a few wip wednesday posts into this one (ty darlings @wormdebut and @a-little-unsteddie <3)

RULES

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 file names:

1. cyclical chapter 8 - kisses and kerosene

2. sordid but it’s sweet

3. blinking red light (working title and subject to change)

snippet from cyclical

“Steve?” Eddie asks, because Steve had just reached behind him to lock the door. His bedroom door. Eddie’s heart beats quicker, sweat springing up on his palms. “What do you want to talk about?”

Steve smiles softly at him. He’s standing very close. “There’s not really an easy way to say this,” he says. “So the loops, right, they restart when—“

“When I die,” Eddie finishes. He’d seen how Steve had looked at him, back in the boathouse, when he was explaining this part. He’d looked hurt. Gutted. Like Eddie had personally twisted the knife.

“When you die,” Steve confirms. “But there’s more to it than that. You’re more than just the guy who keeps dying, Eddie, I—“

And Steve moves closer. Eddie moves back.

His shoulders hit the ugly, plaid wall. He’s got nowhere else to go.

tagging (no pressure ofc): @lollaika @jhrc666 @numinosmoon @ronance-is-my-wife @lighthousebeams @thefreakandthehair @soulsofstarsliveinyourveins

[ladykailitha]

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 (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!

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.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

I finished the four chapters I needed for Royal Pain, so I don't need to work on that one this week.

"File" Names

Grief

Werewolf Steve

Smut to Fluff

Halloween Treat

Snippet

From the Smut to Fluff

The next morning Wayne found Eddie pacing the living room.

“What’s got you around the twist?” he finally asked after the hundredth sigh.

Eddie wrung his hands. “So you know how I don’t introduce you to the guys I sleep around with?”

Wayne snorted. “I figured they just liked leaping out of windows when I came home.”

Eddie giggled. “Well, this one wants to meet you.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. “He’s really good to me, Uncle Wayne. And I mean, really good.”

[princess-of-purple-prose]

wip game!

Tagged by the incredibly lovely @cowgirlwizard 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you!!!

Here’s how it works: in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; 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 three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

My five most recently-edited docs, from most to least recent:

Ribs

Trigun

Sands of Time

Synecdoche

Naruto

... listen, the fandom name ones are misc snippet collections okay!!! The first three are trigun fics, "synecdoche" is tma (and its first chapter is up on ao3!!!), and, uh, you should be able to get the last one. I've actually worked on all of these within the last four days—turns out being on vacation is good for productivity!!! Here's something from "Ribs" ❤️:

There is a… distressingly large open wound on his front. It’s a wonder Vash is even awake enough to feel it. He’d say a miracle, but he doesn’t believe in those.

As if to scold him for the thought, the sound of Vash’s name cuts through the turbid air. In a novel twist, the muscles of Vash’s neck that aren’t gripped taut by pain relax at the shout. Vash doesn’t like hearing his name out of most people’s mouths, but it’s never felt unsafe rolling off Wolfwood’s sharp tongue.

“Wolfwood,” he calls back, too breathless to return the name with as much force. Wolfwood must hear him anyway, because he emerges from the smoke and rubble a mere half-minute later, already wearing his customary scowl and rattling off his customary diatribe at Vash for wandering off without him, as if they’d gotten separated in a rowdy marketplace rather than blasted apart by a bomb or five.

Tagging five people because this made me really excited about continuing to write!!! @thewrongshop, @radioactivecatboy, @fatalwhims, @saintbleeding, @peachygos and are all welcome to participate, but so is everyone else who sees this and wants to share+show off!!!

[stevethehairington]

✨WIP (almost) Wednesday Game✨

ty to the wonderful @cheatghost @fastcardotmp3 and @stargyles for the tags!!

Here’s how it works:

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!

Wips:

head over heels down bad absolute clutz in love no game whatsoever flustered to hell eddie munson (LMAO thats a long title but that's what i chose sdlkfds)

steve can't bake

wayne pov part 3

wayne pov part 4

mermay shenanigans

bb fic/stobin zine piece (again, ones i can't necessarily share much from, but i still gotta chip away at them so i'm adding them here!)

Snippet (from hohdbacilngwfthem aka the long one on the ^^ list and my brand spanking new wip bc i have NO self control lmaoo):

But, if he doesn’t do something about this, these feelings that are bubbling closer and closer to the surface, he’s going to lose his mind. Eddie is but a man; his constitution is weak. There is only so much of Steve he can take before his heart is fit to burst right out of his chest like some fucked up love xenomorph. Thing is, if he wants to keep that from happening, he has to actually talk to Steve. He has to leave the relatively safe confines of his van and go inside the damn store. Which — is a lot harder than it looks. He’s been sitting outside of Family Video for ten going on fifteen minutes now, trying to psych himself up. But every time he comes close to finally bucking up the courage to get out of his car, the wind is knocked from his sails before he even touches the handle. The only saving grace here is that he is positive Steve and Robin haven’t noticed him. Surely one of them would have come outside to see what the hell is up if they had. On their own they’re worriers, but when they get together it’s like it gets amplified by ten. Eddie squints through his windshield, through the double front doors where he can just make out Steve laughing at something Robin says. His head drops back, his throat bares, and his teeth shine, even from this far. Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest, and his stomach twists into knots. “Don’t be such a coward,” he tells himself. “Fucking— go.”

tagging: @withacapitalp @toburnup @riality-check @hexiewrites @stevecarrington @strawberryspence @steveshairychest @stevesbipanic @harmonictechnicality @2btheanswertothequestion @yournowheregirl @thefreakandthehair @pizzaqueen @wynnyfryd @sidekick-hero @legitcookie @maxinemaxmayfield @maxineholtzmann and anyone else who wants to participate!! 💕