#wip games

[theprinceandagcd]

wip wednesday <3

taking @kiwiana-writes open tag bc i have a job interview later today that I need to focus on - yikes!

Working on another rizcriz prompt this week - it's two dummies who insist that they aren't into each other playing a variation of gay chicken and will be the first rated E thing I've posted in a hot minute (which I'm hoping will get me out of my RBB slump). So, here is what I'm thinking will wind up being the summary snippet :)

“Henry.” Alex crawls over and braces his hands on Henry's thighs, sitting up on his knees so that he can meet Henry's gaze. His own lips curl automatically when he sees that Henry is already smiling, but he schools his features into a more serious expression. “Do you want to play?”  “Do you?” Henry reaches out to push a curl away from Alex's forehead and trails a finger down the side of his face, making Alex shiver. He leans down until his mouth is beside Alex's ear, and Alex feels lightheaded all of a sudden, his breath held hostage in his lungs. “Because you're going to lose.”  Alex shoves him away, shaking his head as that challenge reverberates in his brain and sparks the fire in his veins, quickening his heart rate as he grins. “You're fucking on, Fox.”

tagging below cut bc of the weird glitch still happening!

@anincompletelist @dragonflylady77 @fckngyrs @firenati0n @henryspearl

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jmagnabo92

@kj-bee @magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes

@onthewaytosomewhere @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @read-and-write- @stellarm

@suseagull04 @thesleepyskipper @tinyarmedtrex

[burntheedges]

wip wednesday thursday

thanks for the tags in this and the last line game, y'all @joelalorian @sawymredfox @kedsandtubesocks @alltheirdamn @jeewrites

@chiriwritesstuff @janaispunk @secretelephanttattoo

I was keeping this a secret but I'm too excited. 😂 I need to work on some other WIPs but this one has taken over my brain. I live here now.

“‘In a surprise move that shook the dance world, the Concordia Ballet Company announced yesterday that they have parted ways with principal dancer Din Djarin.’”

here we go 👀 ask me anything lol

np tagging: @mermaidgirl30 @katiexpunk @gasolinerainbowpuddles @rhoorl @maggiemayhemnj

@davnittbraes @toxicanonymity @penvisions @wildemaven @yxtkiwiyxt

I feel like everyone already WIP wednesday-ed this week, but if you didn't and you wanted to, consider yourself tagged!

[griseldabanks]

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! >:)

I've been tagged roughly a bajillion times over the past couple of months, but haven't done much about it because I've been on a writing hiatus in the wake of finishing the first draft of my WIP. But I'm trying to get back into writing regularly, so I'm going to start a new thread, and tag back everybody who tagged me! >:D

@rainintheevening

It didn't take a genius to understand what Qui-Gon was getting at.

@winterinhimring

The dead became one with the Force, and the Force was a Jedi's constant companion.

@rainintheevening

And yet, Obi-Wan still couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment.

@authortobenamedlater

And if he didn't leave even the slightest crack open for the Force to seep through, that meant Qui-Gon couldn't reach him either.

@winterinhimring

A child with his fingers in his ears, demanding to know why no one would talk to him.

@bunnyscar

Accept the shame, then let it go.

@winterinhimring

Learn from them, and they will help you grow.

@bunnyscar

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan envisioned his lungs filling with stale air from the years he had languished here on Tatooine.

@kraytwriter

Opening eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, Obi-Wan turned to look at Qui-Gon again.

@kraytwriter

“I was there.”

@kraytwriter

All he could see was his master's eyes, full of sympathy and compassion, understanding and acceptance.

Lol, all of the words I chose were very boring and generic, but there you go XD And yes, if I mentioned your name multiple times, consider yourself tagged that many times.

[merlyn-bane]

How about something for Commander Swap 👀

So the Commander Swap AU is one that I am actually cowriting with @babygirlbridger! The very basic premise, essentially, is that Cody and Fox's postings are swapped from the very beginning--with Cody becoming the head of the Coruscant Guard, and Fox becoming the Marshal Commander of the 3rd Systems alongside General Kenobi and the 212th.

Cody makes this the Senate's (and especially the Chancellor's) problem. He is a tactical genius, after all, posted on the homefront and lacking adequate enrichment. Jedi Shadow Vos maybe has to get involved a little bit.

Fox makes it Obi-Wan’s, but Obi-Wan is also very good at being a problem so it's all fair, really. I'm sure the way the general’s limping and the angry red lines down the commander's back and the suspicious thumping from their respective quarters are no cause for alarm.

[takearisk-xo]

WIP tag

Thanks for the tags @nodirectionhome-ao3 & @missgryffin!!! both of you are incredible writers and i am just chuffed that you thought of me. <3

List the titles of your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

my wips (and the fact that they are still wips and not finished) make me so sad but we're working through it. also the priority levels have changed massively in the past week or so (whoops)

WIPS:

already gone--amnesia hinny au, ginny wakes up without six years of memory and no context for the world she finds herself in

the path from you-- a post-war hinny au/bodyguard fic, ginny is receiving anonymous letters and harry gets assigned to her case... will their shared history get in the way of solving the mystery?

love wasn't designed for the cynical-- (not posted/oneshot) amnesia/timeloop percabeth au, percy pisses off hera (again) and gets stuck in an alternate universe where he and annabeth never got together. he has to relive the same day over and over with no idea how to get out

spring fever-- a/b/o & sex pollen hinny au, a mutation in the cherry blossoms reactivate a long dormant biological reaction and humanity dissolves into a sex crazed pandemic. through absolutely no fault of their own, harry and ginny end up riding out the stay at home measures together... and maybe, accidentally, trigger each others designations

it's a match!-- (not posted/oneshot) an epistolary (text fic/socmed au) where harry and ginny keep matching across all dating apps over the span over several years. will they ever move past their casual acquaintanceship and actually go on a date?

scenes i'm excited to write:

harry takes ginny to the holyhead harpies stadium. ginny has some expected, and some unexpected, interactions

i'm really looking forward to writing the entirety of chap, 19 to be honest, but specifically harry and ginny trying and failing to have a secret relationship

mr d knows exactly what's going on, and refuses to help percy even a little bit lmaooo

spring fever is tough. i feel like the smut i'm writing right now isn't hitting the plot beats that i want so i am taking a SHORT break from it and focusing on some other things that have more momentum. but i'm excited to write harry and ginny going into a full sex fog and this fic finally earning it's dubious consent tag

i made the graphics so all i have left to do for this one is format the messages... and i'm actually not looking forward to this part because it's so time consuming and trial and error and it's frustrating for me so that's why i haven't posted it yet whoops.... other than that it's done 😅

POLL TIME

my plan was to update already gone next but as always i will honor the results of the sacred tumblr poll

tagging: @thenicestthingiveseen @displayheartcode @brightlybound @starlingflight @nena-96 @celestemagnoliathewriter @corneliaavenue-ao3 @four2andnew @historyevolving @ginnyw-potter @greenhousethree

(sorry if you've already been tagged)

[rainbow-nerdss]

Fuck it friday!

Check me out, I wrote an almost-action sequence from the Bodyguard fic this week! Here's a little preview of it 😊

“That’s Chimney’s car,” Eddie says, gesturing to where it’s parked. There’s another car pulled up behind him, neither Maddie’s or Athena’s. “What are the chances that’s a neighbor?” Buck asks, hopeful. Eddie clenches his teeth.  “I’m going in first. You need to stay back.” “Like fuck am I going to—” “Buck. This is my job. You need to let me do it.” Eddie walks to the door, putting his ear to the wood to listen for a moment, his expression professional and cold in a way Buck hasn’t seen in a long time. He braces himself, and then tries the door handle. Buck watches it swing open, catches a glimpse of what’s happening inside.  Chimney’s on the floor, curled into a ball. Buck’s too far to be able to see if he’s breathing, but it doesn’t look good. He hears a scream—Maddie’s scream. Eddie holds his hands up, walking through the door and out of Buck’s sight.

I was tagged today by @daffi-990 💙

Tagging: @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @puppyboybuckley @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @lover-of-mine @liabegins @lovelettertothewise @slowlyfoggydestiny @buddieboos @shitouttabuck @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @nmcggg

[fiona-fififi]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Should I share this much of this fic?? Probably not. Am I going to anyway?? Absolutely. Have some jealous!Tommy fic. Previous installments here, here, and here.

It’s much later in the evening, as things are winding down, that Tommy notices it. Sees Eddie from the corner of his eye as he wanders up behind Buck, two bottles in hand that don't quite match the others floating around. 

It's not surprising. He'd expected it from the moment he'd realized Buck had brought a six pack special for Eddie.

But what does take him by surprise is the way Eddie slips the bottle into Buck's hand without a word, Buck accepting it easily with that bashful little grin that Tommy had once thought belonged to him. In fact, Tommy thinks, maybe it's always belonged to Eddie, and he was only ever borrowing affection.

Buck doesn't look up at Eddie, doesn't seek his eyes, but he immediately tips the bottle to his lips, and his features settle into a sweet, open softness Tommy envies Eddie's ability to call forth. 

Eddie doesn't leave Buck's side, either. Stands close behind him and lets his free hand fall to Buck's shoulder. Works his fingers into the muscle there in a way that makes Buck's eyelashes flutter. Tommy holds his breath, eyes unblinking as he stares at them in the near dark, only the glow from the dim yellow yard lights brightening their features. After a moment, Eddie leans down to whisper something to Buck, his words quiet and private, and he's so close Tommy’s not sure his lips don't brush the shell of Buck's ear. Buck huffs a laugh at whatever Eddie's said, eyes brightening and lips stretching up into a happy smile as he turns his head to Eddie, who hasn't moved an inch, and for a moment, Tommy thinks they're going to kiss. Thinks that Buck might actually close that breath of space between them when his gaze flutters down to Eddie's lips and his laugh dies in his throat. 

There's a flash of fierce jealousy that gets all wrapped up in anger in his chest then. Because some part of him screams that Buck has to know. That Eddie has to know. That the two of them are intentionally deceiving him—that he's being used as some cheap thrill for these men who are so clearly wrapped up in one another that no one else could ever come close.

But he knows that’s not fair to them—that both of them are honest, if maybe a little clueless, and neither would actively seek to hurt him or one another.

So in the end, he tamps down the jealousy rolling in his gut and reaches out to take Buck's hand when he offers it, even if it is a stretch at the distance they're sitting, and he lets it go, he lets it go, he lets it go. 

Even as he watches Eddie step around the other side of Buck and tuck his own chair so close that when he sits their knees knock and their shoulders brush.

Tagging (if you want!) @messyhairdiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @daffi-990 @eddiebabygirldiaz @reachingforaspark and anyone else who wants to participate.

[honestlydarkprincess]

RECKLESS BUCK RECKLESS BUCK RECKLESS BUCKKKK

since you know all about it i'll just give you a snippet >:)

“Eddie…” Buck started, searching for something to say. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Buck. That was never in question,” Eddie said tiredly. “I just need a second.”

“Do you…do you want me to leave?”

“No— yes— maybe?” Eddie mumbled, looking lost. “I just feel so…angry and I think I need a minute.”

“Okay,” Buck whispered, his heart shattering in his chest. “I’ll go.”

“Just— just for a bit,” Eddie whispered. “I just need to cool off.”

“I can do that.” Buck grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on. It was clear from his slow movements that he didn’t want to go, but he wanted to give Eddie the space he needed. “I’ll come back later? Or should I just go home?”

“Come back home,” Eddie said firmly, his meaning clear. Just because they were fighting didn’t mean that this wasn’t also Buck’s home.

“Okay.” Buck was relieved. They would be okay. “I’ll just go for a walk then.”

ask me about my wips

[burntheedges]

WIP WEDNESDAY

thanks for the tags @gasolinerainbowpuddles @dancingtotuyo! 🧡

ok here's a little sneak peak of something that's a ~secret~:

…

“Shhh, darlin,” he murmured in your ear as he slid his hands behind your thighs. He used his grip to hoist you up and onto the wooden table in front of him, scattering various cleaning supplies backwards as he did so. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

...

who could that be? 😇

np tags: @beardedjoel @sawymredfox @thefrogdalorian @goodwithcheese @janaispunk @kedsandtubesocks @mermaidgirl30 @trulybetty @mrsmando @ghotifishreads @theclairvoyage

[beardedjoel]

✨ last line tag game ✨

rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic /original /anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

ty for the tags besties! 💖 y'all went crazy on me today i love it

@burntheedges @mermaidgirl30 @sawymredfox @janaispunk @dancingtotuyo

@noxturnalpascal @swiftispunk @wintrwinchestr @jennaispunk @katiexpunk

@thirtysevenodddogs @chronically-ghosted (sorry about the dumbass tumblr formatting on these rn)

i'm currently balls fucking deep in some angst for smother and it's killing me but we persist! maybe read into this a lot and torture yourself on its meaning until the next chapter is out ajhdsf 👀

“I didn’t want either of us to feel hurt anymore, an’ I thought some distance would…” he pauses for a tiny shake of his head as he considers the futility of his next word, seeing where you two are right now, “...help.”

genuinely feels like everyone and my mother has done this already today but i'll tag some peeps! @whxtedreams @covetyou @perotovar @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites

[cranberrymoons]

for the WIP game: Spicy - Service Submission!

🫣 this fic!!!!!!!! this is SUPPOSED to be for @thoroughlycollected whose birthday was fully a month ago and i'm very extremely behind on finishing/posting it lmao?? but here is a snippet in lieu of the full fic, which will come eventually at some point before the next birthday 😭

It starts like this, in the quiet limbo days between Christmas and New Year, Eddie half joking as he watches Steve make lunch for the kids because it’s a mass-babysitting day: “Wish I had someone to make me food. Do shit for me whenever I want.” And Steve looks up from where he’s dishing mac and cheese into bowls for a bunch of teenagers who are definitely old enough to make their own damn lunch. Looks up at Eddie and raises his eyebrows and says, “Do you want me to?” All earnest smile and wide-open eyes. “Because I will if you want.” And he is actually asking, absolutely means it, because Eddie knows him well enough by now to know that Steve only ever offers shit like this when he’s secretly aching to do it and just waiting for the go ahead.  Eddie gives him a once-over, like he’s considering it but isn’t sure, like he’s not internally running victory laps around the kitchen and jumping up into the air to pump his fist into a freeze frame like the end of The Breakfast Club.  “Alright, Harrington,” he says once he’s sure he’s not going to vibrate out of his skin the second he opens his mouth. “If you’re sure.”

[merlyn-bane]

For the ask game:

The codywan werewolf au?

(i hope you're having a good day)

Thanks for playing :D

Werewolf AU my beloved 🥰🥰 so I may have posted this snippet a couple of days ago but it was just in the reblog of another post and I'm not sure how many people actually saw it, so I'm gonna go ahead and post it again here<3 Please enjoy Cody facing off against her arch nemesis: the leaky tin roof.

The damned roof is leaking again.  The entire farm is a shit-hole, really—Cody had known that when she bought it. That's why she'd been able to, in truth—there wasn't an abundance of credits in revolution, it turned out, when one revolted against a laboratory complex sequestered away on an ocean planet that may as well have been in Wild Space for the amount of star charts it could be found on.  The previous owner had been old—the oldest being Cody had ever seen in person, not that that was saying much—and had apparently never had cadets of their own and was unable to upkeep the property themselves now. Cody had thought that to be rather obvious given the state of the place, but it was cheap and sufficiently self-supporting (or rather, could be), and Cody knew herself well enough to know that she required work to function optimally.  So far she's largely enjoyed that work; repairing with hands crafted to destroy and equally enjoying the knowledge that Nala Se would be rolling in whatever aquatic creature's guts she'd ended up in. The burn in her muscles from a day's work without the fear that was always present on Kamino felt good.  But the stars-be-damned roof.

The WIP game post can be found here.

[daylightdunbar]

jealous!theo + drunk!liam 👀

hiiii thank you!! sorry it took so long for me to answer 💓

Theo likes bartending.

He doesn’t like betas with smiles that blindingly crash through the walls that he’s spent years building up. He doesn’t like betas who are standing at the bar with their hands wound around the underside of it— a small vial of something poking out of their closed fist and a hopeful smile pulling at the corners of their mouth.

Except, that’s exactly how Liam is looking at him.

“Liam…” Theo trails off, clocking the vial of wolfsbane before snapping his gaze back up to the beta’s eyes. “No.”

“Why not?” Liam asks, cheeks flushed and he sways closer, leaning into the bar.

[sunnywiththestars]

WIP Wednesday

Another piece of that bucktommy fic I shared yesterday- hoping to post it tonight or tomorrow... it's already longer than I was planning for

If Buck had to explain his job to anyone else that hadn’t done it too, Buck might have been a little more cautious explaining his day at work, but Tommy understood. He’d heard a few of his stories from his days with the 118, and even in the LAFD Air Operations could be kind of crazy sometimes too so Tommy had to understand what it was like.  [From Tommy:] Evan.  Shit.  [From Tommy:] A civilian started strangling you at work today? [To Tommy:]  Well technically he was our victim But yes. [From Tommy:] Shut up with your technicalities. 

[stormikins]

FAKE DATING! lol my fav trope so I must see 👀

from this wip game! soooo its a mshakarian, post-war fake dating au. basically, as an aid to Victus, Garrus gets an arranged marriage and shepard offers himself to be Garrus' boyfriend so Garrus doesnt have to go through with it

“You look like shit,” Shepard comments a mere second after the vid comm connects. “And here I thought you liked my ruggedly good looks.” Shepard raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I do,” Garrus irrationally preens at that. “But I don’t like seeing you stressed. I thought all your projects were going well?” “They are. That’s the problem.” Shepard looks like he’s trying not to laugh. Garrus will take it because as soon as Shepard hears why he’s all twisted up he’s gonna laugh his ass off. “How is that a problem?” he indulgently asks. “Well, we’re improving relations between Apien Crest and the outer colonies, right?” Shepard nods with a hum. “And well, some of the more ah, traditional Houses would think an arranged marriage would help smooth some rough edges more. The idea is gaining traction.” Instead of the laughter he’s prepared himself for, Shepard’s face falls into the familiar scowl that means he’s gonna charge his problem. “They’re marrying you off?” “Trying to,” Garrus soothes, confused in the face of Shepard’s anger.