#wip game

[malinowaj]

the last thing i wrote

thank you for tagging me @gulliblelemon 💜 this is what i wrote yesterday when i was supposed to be editing chapter 9 of heart of the sun, oops. (someone please kick me into editing it.) my wilmon are still in space and i swear they occasionally have a good time. just, not right now.

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Simon swallows past the lump in his throat and nods. “It can be repaired?” he croaks out.

“We can’t promise that,” Felice says at the same time as Henry mutters “It’s going to be really fucking hard.”

“We’re going to try. We’ll do everything we can, Simon,” Wilhelm tells him and comes to crouch next to Felice. “We’ll start going over everything we know right now and put together a plan to fix things. You don’t have to stay, it’s probably going to take hours so it’s better you get some rest—”

Simon shakes his head so vigorously it almost hurts. “No.”

“I’ll ask Maddie to take you to the sleeping space, give you something—”

“No, I want to stay. Please,” Simon pleads between gasps for breath.

He doesn’t notice Wilhelm and Felice exchange worried looks. “Okay. You stay here,” Wilhelm says softly.

Simon stays, but doesn’t really hear, let alone understand, most of what happens around him during the next hours. Because all he can think about is why he hadn’t seen this coming, why his visions had failed him.

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[lasagnatheory]

wip game! ''leave'' please

thank you for sending in dominique <3 !! from my chronic pain buck fic!

leave:

Halfway home. Or, well. Halfway to Eddie’s house. One and the same, really, if one were to ask the part of Buck that gets ripped from his chest every time he leaves it.

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[lasagnatheory]

angel for the fic guessing game also ignore how i just followed u again i clicked the wrong button </3

no worries i’ve done that an embarrassing number of times… <3

from the wooing fic again :) (only one sentence because the other sentence in this paragraph is a spoiler soooo.)

angel:

Eddie opens the bathroom door, every inch of him a vision, cutting an angelic silhouette across the tiled floor in the light.

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[lasagnatheory]

For the WIP game: hold

from The Wooing Fic.

hold:

Eddie closes his eyes, forcing his lungs to hold a breath for two, four, six seconds, before he lets it out. He shakes his head.

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[lasagnatheory]

hi bennett! for the wip game how about skin, grip, water, smile - take your pick 🥰

okay so all four of those are in my summer of infideleddie fic that i reopened for the first time in two years this morning … also i know the rule for the game is the sentence it’s in but i like context so there’s three sentences for each :)

skin (this is the only one in the eddie pov section):

He stares at the ceiling and feels the fire burning under his skin. It radiates out from his chest, where the heat had existed as an isolated burn for some time now. But today, when Buck came over, it reached a fever-pitch; the flashover of the century as Buck’s hands drew the flames out from their hiding place.

grip:

Eddie uses his thumb to ease Buck’s jaw open, and Buck docilely sticks his tongue out just barely past his bottom teeth. Eddie adjusts his grip, slipping the thumb out in favor of full-hand grasping Buck’s chin. Buck’s spit smears at the corner of his mouth, Eddie’s eyes falling to it.

water: (four sentences but the first doesn’t count it’s one word so)

Wonderful. Buck takes another swig of his water. He’ll need a refill soon. He wishes it was the nice wine.

smile:

“Chris is across the hall,” Buck echoes. Eddie smiles, and if Buck weren’t already so sure, hadn’t already had his big realization; the way that Eddie grins down at him with that new surprise mustache of his that feels like a gift from God himself and his hair a tousled mess from Buck’s hands running through it? That would be everything he needed to know he was madly, desperately in love.

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[astralsunshine]

WIP whatever day

Thank you so much for the tags @superficialextent @lifeisabitch-butimcute @shunstanpike @always-pining @iamthesilentwriter @heysaykitkat! I love seeing what everyone is working on ❤️

Here is a little snippet of the next instalment in my Noah Kahan series that I'm planning on posting today, which is technically a oneshot but I still consider it a WIP because they're all interconnecting stories.

Written for "Haircut", an emotional reunion between Sirius and the Potters (and some other shenanigans)

He looks at the field. He can, if he closes his eyes half an inch, see the four boys perfectly. He can see Regulus running, screaming, at fourteen. He can see James chasing him with the hosepipe. He can see Peter on his knees laughing. He can see, sitting on the bonnet of the Escort, a boy of sixteen whose little finger was touching another boy’s little finger for the first time and who didn't know, then, that this would be the moment his life split into a before and an after; the boy on the bonnet had thought, at the time, that he was just about to have a proper drink and a cigarette in a field, and instead he had, without knowing it, been at the top of the diving board of the rest of his life. Sirius, at twenty, envies him. Sirius, at twenty, wants to reach across the field and cup the sixteen-year-old’s face in his hands and say you are already alright, you are already good, none of it is going to be as bad as you are afraid of and all of it is going to be worse than you are afraid of and both of these things are going to be true and you are going to be alright, and he cannot; and this is what nostalgia is, he realises, in a small dry adult way; it is wanting to comfort a version of yourself who didn't know he needed comforting yet. “I don’t get to say that,” Sirius says, aloud. “I know. I don’t get to come back three years later and say I miss it. I lost the right to say I miss it. But I do. I miss it every day.” James looks out at the field. He is quiet for a long moment. “You know what the worst part was? When you left?” “What?” “That you did it in a way where I couldn’t be angry with you. Because I knew. I knew why you were going. I’ve known forever. I’ve known since your mum wouldn’t let you come round for tea on my birthday because I—because I was a bad influence, remember that? So I couldn’t be angry. Because I understood. I still am angry, mind. I’ve been angry for three years. But I couldn’t ever be properly angry, because I understood.”

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[fantasiadodev]

Insanity effects Adding a new sanity mechanic to the game to spice things up, heres what it looks like when the player rapidly starts to go insane :3