#one sentence from wip

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

tagged by @wikiangela @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @hippolotamus

thanks my loves! <3

been a while since i worked on calls fic but here is a part of my favorite passage

Eddie rocks forward, propelled by the tears still clawing at his insides or the impossible need to get close to Buck or maybe both, curling around himself so that he can protect the mess that wants to come splattering out, his elbow coming to rest on his knee and his hand clenching into a fist for him to rest his forehead on.

“I–Thank you.” It’s stupid and nowhere near enough, but it’s all Eddie has, so he’s going to give it to Buck. It’s the least he can do. “I think I’m almost there. I hope so anyway.”

“Hey, you’re further than you were a few months ago. A long way from tearing shit up with a baseball bat.” Buck’s voice is louder, like he’s brought the phone closer to his mouth, clutching it tight to bring them as near to each other as possible, speaking in a way that doesn’t allow for his words to go unnoticed or unheard.

Eddie hangs his head between his shoulders and starts picking at his jeans, forcing all of his focus onto the few frayed threads where the inseam curves alongside his knee and the way they slip from in between his fingers. “Yeah. Still feel like ugly crying a lot of the time though.”

The gentlest of laughs pours out of the phone and into Eddie’s ear. He shivers as the ghost of it brushes his heated skin with a comfortably soothing touch, and then it's gone, like it was never there in the first place.

“You weren’t ugly, Eddie.”

There’s–something about Buck’s tone, but Eddie couldn’t say what it is. It’s too careful, too simple, too complex, too packed with millions of things Eddie could never hope to identify.

Maybe if he was looking at Buck and could see his expression–if he could see whether the skin by Buck’s eyes is tight or smooth, if his mouth is pinched or lazy, if he has closed his body off or is sprawled bare and open–maybe then Eddie could at least make an assumption about the meaning that underlies Buck’s words, but as they are, Eddie can only glance up to the velvet expanse of night sky and look for answers that he’ll never get.

tagging (no pressure) @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @diazass @chronicowboy @messyhairdiaz @sibylsleaves @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @folk-fae @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @rogerzsteven @callmenewbie @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @paranoidbean @shitouttabuck @bucks118 @butchdiaz @lemonzestywrites @eowon @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @heartshapedvows @transboybuckley and anyone else who wants to share!

#hopefully one day i will return from the war and finish this fic #buddie #buddie wip #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #5+1 calls #buck x eddie #911 #911 abc #ryan writes #several sentence sunday

[owlf45]

tagged by @pocketramblr

OH I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE

@rose-blooms-red @figurativepieceoftrash @achairwithapandaonit @queenangst and uhm uhm anyone else who wants to be @ ed bc im not sure who in our circle has already been tagged

#funnily enough #found like. three really fuck old finished wips in my folders #if you want my early teens writing youre welcome to ask me to post it #one was a christmas gift bkdk #the other was a nightwing is kidnapped whump fic #anyway teehee #i didnt put imaginary bc im already gonna write a thousand sentences for it why waste a spot #i have a bunch more unfinished wips from fic fight too #hrm

[lady-merian]

Tagged by @thehappybaker 6 times, @winterinhimring 4 times, @musewrangler 2 times, and @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover 1 time for the 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! >:)

Additionally I was tagged for the Last sentence tag game, by @thehappybaker 5 times, @afaroffsong 2 times, @winterinhimring 2 times and @called-kept 1 time.

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

So what I did two days ago was copy and paste every sentence that I had to choose a word from for the WIP tag game into a note, and set to writing. I wrote 216 words, found a word for each sentence I was tagged from, and got unstuck at the same time. Here’s my progress in one chunk, rather than a whole bunch of disconnected snippets, which I think gives enough unused sentences to make up the ones for the Last sentence tag game. And okay, because this seems more impressive/interesting (maybe) when it’s posted as a whole.

The more she observed him, the more his shyness seemed an unnatural thing to him.  Lachlan had been deemed just old enough to be careful and take his meal in with his Da, though not of course to take in the tray. Erran had volunteered for that, and so when they finished at the table and while the dishes were being cleared away, Erran also retrieved the tray and brought it to her.  “[name] says to say it was delicious. Lachlan seconds that.” “Thank you,” she said. She was surprised he’d thought of retrieving it for her and didn’t care if he knew it. She’d thought he would be on his way back out with Alastair and Tann…but no, they were helping the girls clean the table.  “Thank you again for the meal,” he returned with a crooked smile. “My cooking doesn’t turn out nearly so well, and,” he lowered his voice just a little, “Wynn’s is better than mine, but he doesn’t have your knack either, so it’s not just a matter of experience.” “Some of it is, I’m sure,” she said. “You do enough of it every day for growing children and it begins to come easier to you. How long have you cooked for yourself?” He thought for a moment before answering. “It’s been a few years since I was doing all of it. A friend of mine stayed with me for a bit when I first moved near here. He was somewhere between you and Wynn in skill, and took more than his share of the turn cooking. He certainly enjoyed it more than I did.” He sounded a little wistful as he spoke.

Used words: back, and, she, was, they, smile from @thehappybaker but, experience from @musewrangler she from @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover He’d, his, she’d, he from @winterinhimring

You wascally wabbits are all tagged back, once for each tag game, but that’s all I’m up for.

#Last five sentences were added in just now as I realized I did *not* have that many extra sentences there. #Here again I shall say that I will try not to get quite so bogged down again but reader do not believe that I will succeed. #if I didn’t enjoy these I wouldn’t do them. Like picrews (I don’t do those) but I am declaring a break from the WIP tag game specifically #For a little while at least. I’m not entirely sure it helps me to the same degree so I will test out a break from that one. #The most recent tags happened after the main body of this was written so I had to write a bit more and time will tell if that shows. #Onward! (Also if you’ve read this far you get a biscuit.) #Tag games #my writing #inklingtober #Also Lachlan’s like. 5. This is both trust on Rose’s part and a confirmation of how valuable they see their time with their da #Who still needs a name #:|

[caslutz]

Six Sentence Sunday

Trent is wearing Ted’s clothes as he usually does when lounging around the flat on winter days such as this. Hanging loosely on his lanky frame is a bright red, oversized Kansas City Chiefs hoodie, and gray sweatpants. On his feet, mismatching blue and purple fuzzy socks, but those are his own, gifted by the kids (and ted) for his birthday. His glasses are clinging to the end of his nose, and for some reason, Ted finds himself staring, finding it hard to remember a time where he’s looked more beautiful.

“Unfortunately, it seems that Beatrice has passed on her cold to Henry,” Trent says, as he walks into the room, joining Ted and their son. He takes a sip of the mug of tea in his hands, before setting it on the coffee table and crossing the room to great his boyfriend with a kiss.

#from one of my tedtrent wips #basically a sick fic where both kids are sick #and trent also gets sick #or does he? #perhaps it’s something else? #if i ever finish this you’ll just have to see ;) #should i finish this?? #ted lasso #trent crimm #trans trent crimm #ted lasso x trent crimm #ted x trent #tedtrent #tedependent #fanfic #fanfiction #six sentence sunday #wip #ted lasso fanfic #oc

[theearlgreymage]

Uh. So. Hi. I promise I'm not dead out here.

Life has been chaotic and my brain hasn't been interested in doing anything I want it to lately.

But. We're trying here. On the bright side, my classroom is immaculate and ready for the new school year to start this week.

Anyways.

Thank you so much to every single one of you that have continued tagging me 😭 It means the world to still be included in everyone's Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday Posts -

@ic3-que3n @artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @rimeswithpurple @j-nipper-95 @ivelovedhimthroughworse @foolofabookwyrm-activated @cutestkilla @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart

You are all amazing. And I'm sure there are names I've missed, but I only went back three weeks, haha.

Now, enough babbling from me. Here's what you're all here for - a variety of 6 sentences from some of my projects that are rotting my brain.

Eirly's (a COBB project with @artsyunderstudy & @shrekgogurt)

He’s alive.  Everything I’ve done. Every line I’ve crossed.  It was all worth it.  Now if only he’d put down the bloody sword and help me out of this infernal trap.  “Snow?” I call out to him.

Aster & Narcissus (a COBB project with @ivelovedhimthroughworse)

Still, there’s too much power nestled in his hand. I could sense it when we tumbled down the hill. It was like having a sparking ember crash into my chest. He was so warm in my arms as I grabbed onto him in the fall. And when I offered him my hand, I felt that power even more concentrated. Mixed with a feeling of unbridled urgency. 

Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

Why is this slowly starting to feel like a date?  It’s not. I know it’s not. But I still can’t stop my mind from wandering down a path where it is.  As soon as Vera has left the room, I’m rushing to put my violin away and fish my phone from my jeans pocket. There’s no way I’m going to be able to handle being alone with Snow for an entire afternoon - watching him try on clothes and eating food with him. 

An Untitled Project

"[redacted]," I plead. I beg. I've never been more desperate as I am in this moment. My heart has lodged its way into my throat. If [redacted] doesn't breathe, then neither will I. I'll choke on my own heart right here before I leave him. 

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Hello there my lovely friends. I hope you have all been doing amazing lately!!

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#six sentence sunday #my wips #still suffering from writers block #except when I have no time to write #If I had a dollar for every time I've been inspired to write during a faculty meeting when I CAN'T write #Adulting Sucks #Carry On #Simon Snow #Baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #snowbaz #Eirly #Aster & Narcissus #IIYCP #Secret Projects #One of these is NOT Snowbaz #And only ONE of you out has the slightest clue whats happening in the nonsnowbaz piece #I love you #I swear the whole thing won't hurt #Trust me

[horn-of-leo]

#saint seiya #aries mu #aries shion #aries kiki #capricorn shura #cancer deathmask #coma berenices mei #gemini saga #art tag #all the aries boys for aries season #Shion's porcupine hair 2 dead 50 injured #he doesn't realize how much it pokes people😔 dohko never told him #drew Deathmask's student Mei from the Gigantomachia spinoff #he doesn't have a real design so there my interpretation of him #it mentioned he had tattoos on his arms but ig i was too lazy to figure out a design for it #the Saga one was for a story headcanon I was writing of him #all different points with different meanings to that sentence #ig it's more of a wip for an actual illustration I hope to finish

[andmakeithome]

🌹!

And it’s not…it’s not that he doesn’t want more than their usual outings, he thinks as he picks a tie at random. No, the problem is he wants that fancy dinner. He wants to keep having these dinners, and to keep fucking Ice, and he wants to do stupid domestic shit like wake up in the morning tangled up in each other and make each other breakfast and kiss Ice with stinky morning breath and—

Send me a 🌹 and I'll share a sentence from one of my wips!

#icemav #top gun #or multiple sentences #this one couldnt just be on its own #tg86 #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #words from lyss #wips #philcoulson-redtapeninja #not to me. not if it's you.

[ineffable-kelpie]

For every vote I'll write at least a sentence on that WIP, for the winning WIP I'll post a snippet.

#wip wednesday #it is not technically Wednesday but WIP Wednesday is really just a state of mind #I will probably write some of these sentences on Wednseday #yes I am currently trying to finish the first one so I can post the rest of it but I needed a break from that particular angst #so naturally I also added it as a poll option anyway it makes sense don't worry about it

[luckycharms1701]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

A MINI BOUQUET FOR YOUR WRITING JUICE

omg khaya ily thank you for the writing juice!!!

you may have seen some of these already, but here we go!

"There was just something about his face that made you want to see how far you could go before he snapped."

"He held that image in his head as he clenched his fists."

"The challenge in his voice causes you to grin as you take a step towards him."

"Splinter looks at you angelically while you squint at him suspiciously."

"He grabs your hand and holds it between the two of you, watching as a tremor runs through it."

"He carefully lowers himself so that he’s resting on his elbows, his plastron pressing you into the mattress with a delicious pressure."

"He startles a bit, clearly having forgotten you were touching him."

#talking tag #uhhh #writing tag #i guess #i'd love to see if anyone can guess which sentence goes with which wip #they all come from my current projects except for the raph red dress one which i haven't written anything for yet

[daz4i]

master of manipulation

#this exact sentence was in my head while half delirious from sickness yesterday. and now it's in my wip #added 251 words now just to feel something. and also bc I'm stuck in bed with nothing to do and blorbos in my head #the context to this one is chuuya trying (and failing) to get him to set one (1) boundary #he's trying so hard. to keep this shit safe. but unfortunately. some people just won't cooperate

[sunwarmed-ash]

🌹

oh hey cutie :3

also by definition of my own bias, dialogue gets a pass at being longer than just one line. its probably about as many words as one written sentence and i'm making my own rules 😘

“Hank.” The hollow voice in the half-full, neon-lit parking lot has him stopping cold. 

“I fucking thought I told you to go home.”

Gavin scoffs, “This doesn't just effect you Hank.”

#gasp?!?!?! is that??? and EDEN CLUB UPDATE????????? #send me a 🌹 and ill post a sentence from one of my wips #the eden club #hankconvin #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #links in bio #i post new stuff every sunday #sinful sunday

[heartbrake-hotel]

I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

#blurb #wHAT THE FUUUUCK.. THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME like . most comforting fantasy ever ohh my godd #i didnt actually mean to write anything for this..????? but also.. how could i resist Him 🥺💗 #see THIS is where the universe normalizes after that last ask 🥰🥰 #on a personal level ill say this: #its been a loong time baby (a LONG time) since i could be #reasonably described as petite or little or what the fuck ever #which doesnt bother me !!!! to clarify lmao like i Enioy it #but sometimes u just want someone to make you feel Small !! #to wrap u up in arms stronger than yours and squeeze tight #ill tell you what i would never EVER be too aware of #'hm can i sit on this dudes lap or will i Actually crush him lmao' #if the dude in question was big daddy 🤤🤤🤤 #also picking a pov here was so hard and for what reason?? #i write all my fics for this fandom in second person but answer all my asks in first #and as this is somehow both And neither i struggled enormously w unconsciously switching back and forth between sentences sfghj 😅 #anyway yall should be grateful for this bc i seriously doubt #any of the other 21 (21!!!!!!) wips i have in the works for this fandom will ever see the light of day #been writing fic for over a decade and not oNCE have i ever deemed myself Done Enough w a project to publish it lol #had one epistolary twitter thread that got away from me and one writing exercise/songfic i shared in a gc #for my last fandom (clowntown bitches rise uPPPP ✊🎈) and otherwise N A D A #my google drive is neatly organized to store my actual hundreds of fic fragments AND THATS HOW I LIKE IT.!

[skyward-floored]

🌹🌹🫣

The table roared with drunken laughter, and Hyrule’s face turned red with fury, his shoulders shaking in Warriors’ grip.

Warriors calmly tugged him away, despite the fact that internally he was shaking with just as much outrage as the traveler. He wanted to bash his shield into the faces of the entire table of men, but they had a job to do, and couldn’t expose themselves yet.

#two roses so more sentences :) #answers from the floor #anon #wip #🌹ask game #very excited for this one

[ramblingoak]

WIP Tagging Game

Thank you to @sweatandwoe for calling me out tagging me, you're cruel the best I'm so sad happy we're friends xoxo

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder (art, fics or both), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(these aren't all of my wips but these are the ones with the most amount of work/ideas)

The Cardinal’s Bride

Mr. Casino’s Bride

Slutty but misunderstood yeehaw terzo (answered here)

What’s your emergency

Gym bro secondo

Secondo with hair and whisky (answered here)

Cardinal terzo because yeah (answered here)

Everyone is sick comfort fic

A petal for your thoughts (answered here)

The impera witch project (answered here)

A dark song (answered here)

World’s biggest frying pan (answered here)

Came back haunted

Gonna tag @kissingghouls @writingjourney @ghostchems @cynibuns @nocturnal-birb @namelessdrool But ya know if you see this feel free to share your wips, no matter what they are! I love to see them 💙💙

#it's a totally normal amount of wips #obviously the first one is the most important #but i have many children #and i love them all even if they're only one or two sentences #or a deranged thought from a discord chat #wip tag game #my fics #my writing

[gay-victorian-astronomer]

finally managed to track down a citation for something that has been eluding me for close to a year, because instead of putting it in its own paper they decided to stick it in the appendix of a seemingly unrelated paper

in other news I am marathon-writing the latter half of my thesis today so wish me luck y'all

#thesis writing funtimes #chattering #oh as far as my wip wednesday asks go: #because it's a two-for-one I need to add three sentences in both my thesis document and my fic wip before posting #I frontloaded some stuff from my fic before today so I'll post from what I have as I go along #but I probably don't have enough to get through all of the asks so I'll circle back to the fic once the thesis is done #because I will definitely be adding enough sentences to the thesis to cover the rest of the asks lmao

[nellectronic]

🌹🫶

Nevertheless, data were still acquired for the contact angle of pH 5, 7, and 9 buffers on PAH-PAA-PAH-PAA lasagna atop hydrophobic substrates—and it was upon these surfaces that evidence of the ever-elusive mythical beast known as pH-dependent contact angle of polymer films was captured at last.

[send me a 🌹 and i’ll post a sentence from one of my wips]

#this one’s from the thesis as well since that’s currently the wip with the most sentences #this one in particular is perhaps the most sentence i have ever written #also i asked my adviser whether this was too dramatic and she said ‘it’s dramatic! but it’s your thesis.’ and. well #i’m not sure whether to take that as ‘do whatever you want forever’ or whether she meant ‘your thesis’ as in ‘your funeral’ #but i’m probably gonna leave it in there anyway #thanks lindsay!!!!! #screams into the void