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onepokerhen · 8 months
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1A ratchet at 2C jak :3
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YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL expression meme source
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sarandipitywrites · 4 months
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guys.
guys.
have you read @adhdavinci's J&D fic The Red Prison? i'm only on like ch 5 right now but this shit's already broken me multiple times and i'm having a PROBLEM (/positive, effusive, holy shit)
like just
Meanwhile, the bottle of gin is empty. He drops it onto the roof below, expecting it to shatter. The dull, empty thud echoes in his ears.
[...]
A sudden maelstrom of emotions whirl through Torn's head. Waves slam against the dam, again and again, and - A crack forms - Clammy hands grip at the railing, and he's falling, falling. When he lands, it's with not a thud, but a shatter.
FUCK
@adhdavinci if posting snippets like this isn't cool pls lmk and i'll take it down i'm just literally vibrating right now and i have no one to scream at thx
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aparticularbandit · 1 month
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end rewrite p2 pls!
WIP Wednesday Game
Can do and have done! Sorry for the wait, and thanks so much for sending this in!
Her mama went to the store, and Ryoko told her it would rain, and her mama didn’t believe her.  It was sunny!  And bright!  No cloud in the sky, not even those thin wispy white ones!  And no breeze!
But Ryoko knew.  Ryoko knew it was going to rain, knew it deep in her bones, the way that fairies in the old stories do.  So she told her mama it was going to rain.  Told her to take an umbrella.  Told her to wear the good boots.  Knew that when her mama took neither that she would get her shoes stuck in the mud on the walk back, knew that she would stumble and fall, knew that her bag of eggs wouldn’t drop, but would fall flat, the eggs cracking and breaking in the mud.
Knew just when her mama would be back – who she talked to, who she bought from, how many eggs, how many other things they don’t need but her mama won’t resist being able to buy while she’s out, even though Ryoko’s keeping an eye on the oven – and despite the fact that her mama wanted her to stay in the house, she didn’t.
She caught her mama just at the entry gate.  She kept her from falling.
(Her mama was upset with her until she found that Ryoko already pulled the dish from the oven, safe and sound.  Then her mama was concerned because Ryoko’s too young to be doing something like that.)
((Memories are weird.  How can she remember that drip of blood on the edge of Mukie’s blade with such startling detail, but she can’t remember what her mama was cooking?  Who knows.))
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lazinesswrites · 3 months
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crossrex and would love nsfw :3
Well, here you go then - not the most explicit, but, well. You get the drift, I'm sure 😉
“Fine, fine,” Rex huffs, full of mirth, and bends to place a kiss against Crosshair’s sternum. “Point taken.” Rex pulls out his fingers – and it’s a little absurd to think he’s had them in there for this entire conversation – and crawls up the bed, wiping his hand on the blanket. Crosshair would berate him for it, but it’s not like it won’t need cleaning soon anyway.
Find the rules and titles for this week's WIP Wednesday ask game here.
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mikkimadison · 6 months
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twink obliteration for wip wed >:3
"This sounds very bad for you," Tobias agreed, "but I have no idea if you're telling the truth. As far as I know, you're just a talking frog." "And a talking frog isn't worth helping?"
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kalira · 7 months
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lifeline for wip wed!
He showed such things more easily now; a bare couple of months ago when Kei had first found himself here with the children Sho’s emotions had been more tightly guarded, his eyes busy and thoughtful but little else showing on his face much of the time. The change made Kei’s chest feel tight every time he was caught by the open joy in Sho’s face, his eyes. ‟You brought food!” Sho blinked, eyes wide.
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planeoftheeclectic · 8 months
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palutena trap for wip wed!
Pit and the first camper paused and exchanged glances. From the back of the cabin another voice rose up.
"He'll do it, you know. He's crazy."
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cosmicallyavg · 17 days
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soul for the wip guessing game :3?
there is literally only ONE line so far that uses this word so youre getting it no matter what kdfjhkfh
It’s a lot of responsibility to take on for someone who hardly knows how to be a human being to begin with, but she can’t see a lost soul without feeling a duty to help it before something bad happens.
fanfiction WIP guessing game!!
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mad-madam-m · 8 months
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cracky miracle porn for wip wed :3
Crowley bracketed his arms on either side of Aziraphale, one arm along the back of the couch and the other braced on the throw pillow behind him. "Very amenable. Positively enticed. One might even say...tempted."
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kedreeva · 4 days
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WIP Wednesday Game
It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!
@fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike
@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979
@eriquin @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge
@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci
@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites
@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27
@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter
@oitreewrites @post-and-out @writingattheedge @qqaba @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside
@princescar
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segaphantom · 9 months
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Also made some art inspired by my con shenanigans!!
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Last one is based off this, taken by @adhdavinci
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sarandipitywrites · 6 months
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dead roots, dark water for the ask game :3c
ABSOLUTELY.
so the WIP intro is here if you want the long version. the short version is: dark jak AU.
i started this one because i replayed tpl for the first time in like 15 years and accidentally Reawakened the Special Interest. it was supposed to be a short thing until it... wasn't. and somehow it went from 'a fun story about this thing i loved when i was a kid' to '300-ish page existential trainwreck clusterfuck about trauma and loss and learning to forgive yourself for not being the same person anymore' and i'm not sure how it got here but hey i'm having a great time :) and i'm almost done with the second draft edit (on pause until nano is over), so maybe the finished thing will see the light of day in spring sometime (assuming i'm very persistent and can keep the other plot bunnies at bay long enough)
thanks for the ask and listening to me rant 💜 for your suffering, have an excerpt from chapter 2:
This was fine. It was. They’d shared Jak’s bed in Uncle’s loft for… six years? Seven? Right up until the KG had taken Jak away. And it’d been fine. But in all those years, the tiny, animal part of Daxter’s brain had never been convinced that Jak was going to go cuckoo for cluckatoos in the middle of the night and shred him into confetti. Which he wasn’t. Jak’d had plenty of chances to maim him, and hadn’t taken a single one. Not in the prison, before he’d realized Daxter wasn’t a hallucination. Not when he’d killed the prison guards. Not any of the times Daxter had touched him without thinking, when any rational person would’ve stayed the hell away. Because Jak was Jak, and Jak wouldn’t hurt him. He also wouldn’t sleep, apparently. Jak, still in his street clothes, lay at the very edge of the bed with his back to Daxter. A minor earthquake would have sent him tumbling to the floor. Every few minutes he tilted his head to watch something else. The door. The window. The door, again. Which was ridiculous. Babak Village was the safest place on the Haven Peninsula. There was nothing to be— Daxter bit down on his tongue. His chest burned, bile rose to inflame his lungs. He shut his eyes against it. Jak was the brave one. He’d always been the brave one. The mattress creaked. Indigo eyes watched him, luminescent in the magma’s faint glow. “Yeah, definitely keep doing that. ‘S not creepy at all.” “How long?” Jak signed small, close to his chest. No-context questions. That was something to get used to again. “Two years. Three months. Twelve days.” Since Daxter had climbed out Thad’s window, leaving Jak behind. Since he’d run into the jungle, had gone home alone, had waited five whole days before even trying to leave Sandover— “Thanks. For saving me.” Daxter’s mouth dried and his eyes burned. He didn’t dare reply out loud. “You already said that,” he signed. “Can’t say it enough.” Fuck. What was he supposed to say to that? ‘Didn’t have a choice, turns out my life sucks without you’? “Well, we can just add it to the life-debt you owe me and call it good. Twenty years sound fair?” The corner of Jak’s lips curled into a smile. “Got to be at least two or three life-debts deep with you, by now.” “Two hundred forty-three years, but who’s counting?”
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aparticularbandit · 8 days
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end rewrite pls :3
WIP Wednesday Game
can do and have done! thanks so much for asking!! :D
MEMORY UNLOCKED.
CONTINUE?
What, more?
That’s not even a full memory!
What’s that supposed to tell me?
(If you haven’t figured it out yet, then you aren’t paying attention.
That’s your own fault.
Besides, spoilers!)
…if they’re my own memories, then how are they spoilers?
(You’ll find out when you get there!
Puhuhuhu!~)
I hate you so much.
(And you haven’t figured out how to kill me yet.
How unfortunate for you.)
MEMORY UNLOCKED.
CONTINUE?
YES | NO
Memory #??? Found.
Password: -sighs-
Incorrect Password.
Attempt #1 of 5 Before Permanent Lock.
Try Again?
Password: 284539579875
Memory #??? Unlocked.
Memory Downloading….
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mikkimadison · 6 days
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kella2 for wip wed!
Kella stared at her incredulously. "I'm finding us a job. That's the entire reason we came here, remember?"
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live-at-fortune-city · 2 months
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Like weasels, Ottsels will take you to see their babies.
They can also loaf, and have to often ask for help getting out of tubes.
anon I’ve been thinkin abt this post ever since I saw it and I knew I had to draw at least one part of this because I love videos of like. ferrets being silly (including one where it shows its owner it’s babies—I was gonna draw over that but I got art blocked so hard 😭)
obligatory ottsel loafing tho shhhh
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I don’t even particularly like Veger too much but he has. angry cat energy and the mental visual was funny to me
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unrelated to the ask I am rotating @/adhdavinci’s ottsel erol in my mind specifically …
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planeoftheeclectic · 7 months
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p. palutena time :)
The kid with the guitar from last year nodded at him.
"You did not miss anything," he murmured, "apart from the fact that her name is Sensei Gaol and that she will be joining Sensei Magnus as an instructor this summer."
The Falcon nodded his thanks, because he had manners when he wanted to.
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