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.
Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!
friends @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike @obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @sleepymccoy @eriquin @sosobriquet @qprstobin @spacebarrette @andavs @zainclaw @anonymousdandelion @flameraven @fractalgeometry / Requests @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @not-orpheus @1attheedge @preetsramblings @whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes
Alright, let's do this.
Flavors of the week:
- Genderqueer Secret ID
- Strident
- Timeout - superhero verse
- Superpowered Cowboys
- Tunnels of Love - warren verse
(While not a BB fic, Strident is one I can't shave publicly, so I'll write 3 sentences on that one and 3 on another that I can share)
This week's snippet is from Tunnels of Love:
"So don't worry about it too much, yeah? No matter what, you'll make a good impression because they want you to. Alright?"
(S) starts nodding, gaining confidence. "Very well. My name is Shad and yes, that is what I would like you to call me." His stomach squirms as he says it, nerves or excitement or maybe both.
With a lopsided smile, Des holds out a hand. " Well met, Shad." (S) clasps his hand, letting Des control the shake lest he lose what ground he's gained by fumbling a handshake. Their hands drop as Des uses his now-free hand to start chivvying (S) along. "We should be on our way now. The further west we head, the colder it'll get."














