#random wip sentence

[inafieldofdaisies]

🌹🌹🌹?

Prompt: 🌹 = one random WIP sentence

"Were you worried about me?" "Maybe." His smile was a full-blown smirk by then, "Careful, this might be just what my bruised ego needed."

#Give this man an inch and he'll take a mile smh 🤣🤣 #ty for the ask <3 #wip: a trial of errors #john x sabrina #oc: sabrina donovan #ship: the diviner and the baptist #ocs #fc5 au #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #ask prompt #wip sentence #random wip sentence #wip ask game #ask game #mygifs

[gjrain20-starwars]

🌹

I figured you would put one since I haven’t posted your request yet! I’ll give you a sentence from your Wrecker x fem!reader request:

“Well, ok then.” Wrecker took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “Here goes nothin.” He told himself.

I’m close to being finished with it, I promise!

#requests for rain #I-Iend #fic is almost ready #random wip sentence

[fabuloustrash05]

I need to write a short fanfic about April and Raph trauma bonding and talking about how they felt/how they’re coping after witnessing Splinter’s death together first hand.

#I have all the notes and i know certain sentences I want to be said #ugh I gotta work on it but I have so many other WIPs I need to finish #random thoughts #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2012 #raphael hamato #april o'neil #tmnt april #tmnt april 2012

[bookished]

( a collection of sentence starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛

“You call yourself hero, but you are a shadow of what you were. I called you family… yet your pride and lust for glory overshadowed your morality and virtue. Now you call me enemy with no other reason than that I stood in your way. So come on, hero! Finish your path to the throne!”

"You haven't even listened to my side of the story yet. Shall I tell you, hm?"

“Since you hate heroes... i'll become the one you’ll hate the most.”

“One more dance?” “One last dance.”

“Ah. How fun to be a liar.” “I guess that makes two of us.”

“But, why not use that power to do good?” “My dear. To do good in a world that thrives on being bad would be a terrible waste.”

“What are you doing here?” “Thought I’d join the most alluring lady in the room for a dance.” “You tried to kill me!” “Please. I’d do no such thing.” “Really? Then, care to explain when you-” His left hand had found the small of her back, just low enough to make her breath hitch and any accusations towards him die in her throat. Silence. “Hm?” He was smirking.

“You see those guards stationed at the gate? They’ve been ordered to not let you leave this room alive. I thought we’d change that.”

“In my right breast pocket is a dagger. You will take it and use it on the guard. Do you understand me?”

“I will kill every single person in this ballroom while letting your father watch, and then I’ll kill him too. No one will ever hurt you.” A pause. “Ever.”

“I always thought this dress would look better in red. Bloody red.”

“She might be mad at me for the rest of her life, but at the end of the day, I'd be the one to keep her alive.”

“To breathe or die, dance and fight, these are the concepts that run with love and war.” “Are you always this poetic?” “Not always. Only when I’m trying to woo you, my dear.”

“Was this just a ploy for me to fall for you?” “Is it working?”

“You died.” “Oh, I missed you too.”

“We shouldn't be doing this.” “Yet here we are, doing this.” “But it's not right...” “Yet you're enjoying it.”

“You know the expression, right?” “A date with destiny...” “A dance with death.”

“I’m so glad that the lack of invitation didn’t deter you from attending. What drew you to it? The opportunity of spilling blood? The publicity of assassinating the king at the most public ball of the year? Or was it to have a fair little chat with the guards?” “What do you deduce, princess? From the scene before you? Would you still say that I am the villain?”

Your old friend turned enemy joins you in a dance after recognizing you, saying, “you have always liked red.”

“Remind me again, my love; which one of us do they believe is the hero and which is the villain?” “I’m afraid I’m not quite sure, dearest. The veil between those worlds grows thinner as we grow closer. Just hold me for this one last dance and promise me that when it’s all over that you’ll never forget the way we felt in each other’s arms…”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he breathed against her skin. He twirled the knife in his hand and pressed it to her pulse. She did not beg him to stop or scream at his betrayal.

“My sweet, I do not want to destroy the world. I merely want you to stop wasting such a beautiful mind, body and soul trying to save it.”

#uservolkova #fantasy prompts #prompts #fanfic prompts #writing prompts #dialogue rp #dialogue prompt #writing dialogue #random dialogue #funny dialogue #dialogue prompts #otp dialogue #whump dialogue #creative writing #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp prompts #dark romance rp #crime rp #fantasy wip #fanfic writing #fanfic prompt #meme starter #writing meme #indie starter #indie rp #dialogue inspo #writing inspiration

[wellhalesbells]

Is it still Wednesday? No, you say? Well, time is an illusion so you're probably wrong about that. Thanks for the tag, @piratefalls! I had this idea because of a tumblr post I stumbled across again in my likes... I dunno an hour or two ago? And now here we are, lol.

Derek hadn’t expected he would hear from Stiles again, possibly ever, but certainly not until he was back within the borders of Beacon Hills when he pulled out the rock. Derek blinked it.  The rock’s eyes rolled back at him.  Ignoring the hand with the rock in it for the moment, he diverted his attention back to the box.  It was a perfectly ordinary and small, square box.  Derek’s address and Stiles’ return one at his dorm room the only things scrawled on the outside. And it appeared to contain nothing but bubble wrap and a rock. A rock with googly eyes on it. It wasn’t quite smooth, peaked but rounded almost precisely in the center of its top, and squat.  Perfectly gray, perfectly bland, with a flat bottom to it.  The eyes were placed with care more towards the hilly top and right under where the sides started their downslopes.  Meaning they almost looked like brows depending on the angle Derek held the rock at. He glanced at his phone but flatly refused to ask.  That had to be what Stiles wanted with this and Derek was hardly going to give him that. He thought about crushing the box and throwing the rock away.  Instead he carefully pulled the tape apart, breaking the box down for his recycling.  Which is when he found the little piece of notebook paper that had slid under the flap. In that same scrawl were the words: It needs a home and a name. - Derek, despite all his better judgment, didn’t throw the rock away but he did leave it on top of his microwave and forget about it (after letting it bother him for far too long). That should be the end of that particular saga - he’d managed to dismiss it as a prank that went over his head, probably some social media, not-quite-his-generation fad that he would never get no matter how hard he tried - except.  Except that not-quite a month later he got another similarly-sized box. And if Stiles had sent him another rock, he was throwing them both away after crushing them into powder.  He opened the top, parted the bubble wrap with a sigh, only to find very much not a rock. It was a miniature armchair. The detail was exquisite and the upholstery on it felt real, that scratchy but nostalgic quality that reminded him of going to his grandparents’ house.  The wood of the legs and arms was finely honed and the arms even had upholstered tops.  The color was a deep maroon and embroidered in the back of it in gold were a few stalks of wheat contained in an oval shape. The strangest thing about it, aside from everything, was how wide the seat was.  The proportions really didn’t seem to— “Oh you have got to be fucking…” Derek trailed off, practically stomping over to the other side of the kitchen.  He snatched up the rock and plonked it down in the chair, eyes rattling about but facing forward. It was a perfect fit.

Tagging..... I dunno, other people who spit in the face of 'Wednesday' and all its cohorts? I don't really know who fits that description but, if that's you, you've been summoned.

#now i have to at least dialogue skeleton this to the end because i figured out all of it during my shower #and i WILL forget what i thought of #also don't ask wtf is up with the past tense because i have NO IDEA #and i kept slipping out of it too so who knows if that's gonna make it past the draft stage #(probably not - i'm already getting annoyed with how much fixing i have to do when i lose it for a sentence) #stiles has a MOTHERFUCKING PLAN here - like i thought haha how random googly-eyed rock silliness #and stiles was like: nuh uh sis i've been planning this shit for a year - do not screw it up for me #i'm doing my best sir!! #sterek #teen wolf #wip wednesday #eternalsterek #1000+ words in like an hour and a half is that good shit though you guys

[novemberhope]

🌹

This is in reference to this post

I kept this in my ask box because I don't really have a wip yet... but then I decided to write a few lines anyway (Azura fighting during Marineford and coming across an old aquaintance of hers)

"So you showed up too," Crocodile mused, very much blocking her path towards Luffy.

"The government called," Azura replied, holding her sword ready. Which was kind of pointless. The moment he turned into sand, she would not be able to fight him anymore.

"And you came running," he replied. "You really are becoming their lapdog, aren't you?"

She rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she had a choice. It was too soon to strike. This was a part she had to play for a little while longer.

"I'm as much their lapdog as you ever were, Crocodile," she said.

He raised his eyebrows at his, watching her carefully. "Interesting..."

And... that's it. You can send me more 🌹, I'll try to come up with something. If you prefer something about a certain character / OC, just include the name(s).

#wip #short story #oc #original character #my oc #myocs #oc creator #oc creating #writing for ocs #oc writing #my writing #writing #writers write #one piece #one piece oc #opla oc #one piece original character #sir crocodile #oc: nagisa azura #nagisa azura #she's a warlord of the sea but has her own agenda #as did crocodile back when he still held his postion #one piece fanfiction #marineford arc #for every “🌹” received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing #fyeah

[attapullman]

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why don't i just drop the whole fic? will you take three sentences instead?

Bob can feel the delicate lace between his fingers, threatening to peak out from the newsprint confines of your morning paper. A thick bead of sweat makes its way down his temple. One lucky glance and the neighborhood gossip will be yelling down the street that he’s holding used panties at eight in the morning on your front stoop. 

oh look, it's neighbor!Bob and...panties? 👀

#letters to mo #🌹: post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing #neighbor!bob

[lover-of-mine]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buck and @watchyourbuck thank you 🩷🩷

I keep typing out stuff in my trapped in the elevator fic in a haze (here's another snippet) and I'm finding out I like to force them to talk about the shooting. So have this.

He just says it then shrugs, adding "not as eventful as you getting me while under active fire." "I thought you said you didn't remember," Buck narrows his eyes at him and the red tint of the emergency lights makes his expression look much more accusatory than his tone actually is. That hadn't been a lie. But it wasn't entirely true either. Eddie doesn't remember everything that happened. But he gets pieces of the day sometimes. The hot pavement under him, the wet feeling of his blood pooling under him and soaking his uniform. Pain shooting across his whole body as he got pulled towards something. Flashes of blue and red stained white against gray roofs, accompanied by a voice saying things he can't really make out. It's all laced with a thick fog as if he's trying to remember a dream, not something that had happened to him a few years back. None of it feels concrete enough for him to call it remembering.

Tagging @bucks118 @housewifebuck @alyxmastershipper if they feel like sharing 🩷

#i need to say this fic has very random bursts of very intense conversation #then them pretending the conversation wasn't that intense #so yeah #trauma fic 2.0 kapakapalapalapaoapalapakpaka #its more intense this time #like eddie even brought up the lawsuit #like shit gets REAL kapakaoakpssk #writing #seven sentence sunday #put them in the pressure cooker fic #911 wip #buddie wip

[filet-o-feelings]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33 @smblmn and @chelle-68 😘

I actually did a little writing this morning on something lovingly titled '???' in gdocs, so you can have that even if I'm pretty sure this is going to be rewritten

Patrick pulls into the parking lot of the hotel he booked weeks ago for the business conference, exhausted from hours of driving only to realize he has arrived several hours before he can check in. His stomach grumbles, making the decision for him to search for restaurant options nearby. He finds that there’s a burger joint just around the corner and decides he needs to stretch his legs after the drive anyway, and the short walk will kill a little more of the time he needs to kill before he can check in and get settled for the evening. He’s not one to spend a lot of time lounging, but there’s a game on tonight and he’s looking forward to a night of alone time, just him, a pizza and a bunch of guys running around in tight pants playing the game he’s loved since before he realized how much he enjoyed the tight pants aspect of it all.

I know a lot of us are struggling with the words right now, so know there's no pressure (please never feel pressured by any of my tags ever, btw, just have fun and play if you want to!) but I'll tag @hippolotamus @stereopticons @lizzie-bennetdarcy @treluna4 @statueinthestone @mammameesh @jamilas-pen @carolrain and anyone else who has anything you'd like to share 💛💛💛

#wip wednesday #I finally came up with a bit of plot (admittedly barely a plot...) to the random bit of smut I have written #it's not much but it's not nothing #and I like the last sentence lol

[the-likesofus]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the most wonderful @eddiesbleps, @shortsighted-owl, @monsterrae1 and @swiftiediaz xx

This is from my first buddie long fic that I started planning on my Christmas break. I was gonna be super secretive about it (in case I gave up) but I'm hoping that by sharing some I'll feel motivated to write it. Each chapter ends with a letter, this is from Chapter 1 (btw I know this is very cheesey but it's supposed to written by a 10 year old Eddie. I swear the whole fic is not written like this)

To Buck, The matrons said we had to write these stupid letters but I think it’s a dumb idea. I talk to you every day. What would I have to write in a letter that I haven’t already told you? Katie got chewing gum in her hair again, but you were there when Lady Jane cut it out. You already know that Tommy got his fat fingers stuck in the jam jar again and Cook caught him. He’s so stupid. Also, you are the one that told me that we get to go on a park trip this Saturday. Do you think they will let us get ice cream? I hope so. I haven't had ice cream in ages.  Hey Buck. Do you think we’ll ever not live at the orphanage? I want to get adopted by people who have a dog or a cat. Wouldn’t that be so cool! Or somewhere with a really big bed with super soft blankets. Not like the itchy ones they give us here.  Matron says that time is up. Hopefully, we don't have to write any of these again soon. They really are dumb. 

See you at dinner!

From Eddie

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#this is all outlined #and i have heaps if random bits written #but nothing substantial yet #she's gonna be pretty angsty for like 80% of it #buddie #buddie wip #meegs wips #orphan au #secret summer project fic #not so secret anymore though #meegs writes stuff #seven sentence sunday

[inafieldofdaisies]

🌹

Prompt: 🌹 = one random WIP sentence

Oliver let out a laugh, gaze casted downward, "Jesus, talk about an extra fucker, it can't even fit halfway in the trashcan."

#Ollie and his colorful observations 😂 #y'all can probably guess who he's talking about... #ty for the ask <3 #oc: oliver mckenzie #wip: a trial of errors #fc5 ocs #fc5 au #far cry 5 oc #oc character #snippet #random wip sentence #wip sentence #ask prompt #ask game #wip ask game

[tea-of-destiny]

this is a complete fic if you ask me

#teaposts #teafics #random word generator prompts #i mean it does follow my one rule about rwgs: write *something* containing the word in question #and i put that sentence down and i was like 'actually i've conveyed everything i need to convey here' lol #probably won't make the cut for getting posted to ao3 though lmao #i'm hoping i can get one decent drabble today but so far the words have been challenging #which is great (/s) when this is my go-to exercise for unblocking the word flow on my long-term wips... #why is writing hard :|

[lodessa]

🌹 !! :-)

“I feel safe here,” Chrissy insists, and once again something inside him unclenches, like it always does when he prepares for her to pull away and then she doesn’t.

#send me a rose and get a random sentence from a random wip #although i'll admit the choice of which wip wasn't totally random in this case ;) #chrissy x eddie

[go-to-the-mirror]

life: it never die. women are my favourite guy

sex: i'm wanting more. tell the world "stop the war"

vroom hear the base go zoom have a body feel the groove

nervous system overload everybody MOOOOOVMENT

#planet of the bass #landscaping your mind chapter one #i love this so much #im using tumblr as god intended (posting random shit) (and also unasked for disk horse) (but mostly random shit) (i should write) #this is a reminder to write 3 sentences on your current wip

[writebackatya]

🌹

“You’re never going to guess where I’m praying from!”

#random wip sentence ask game #ducktales 2017 #tokuvivor #writebackatya

[agentfaust]

feed me m:i thoughts please i’ve been craving them recently

#mission impossible #ASK ME THINGS PLES #I LOVE TALKING TO YALL #my inbox is always open #tell me your randomest m:i thoughts #or ask for random wip sentences #WHATEVER YOU WANT