#DDD ask game

[dead-dove-diner]

AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

The case of the Honeymoon Horrors- “Oh, don't be absurd ,” Enola scoffs, swiping the newspaper from her desk and flicking it open.

Love and War- Ben fucking hates his little cousin.

Honey You're Familiar- From the outside, the pub is kind of dingy in the way most locals are- plaster chipped and a little dirty, smelling rather heavily of stale beer and greasy food from the chip shop next door and honestly Jaskier isn't exactly impressed.

grip me like an animal (that you're about to spear)- No one has ever accused Jaskier of being the most attentive person in the world.

Kaer Morhen- School of the Wolf (fuckers)- If asked, Ciri would have to say that the thing that shocked her most about Kaer Morhen was the dogs.

A Boys Best Friend- Stiles loses his virginity to a dog.

oh what a sin- Derek's always had an affinity for animals, ever since before he can remember.

Santa Baby- Fat puffs of snow float down from the heavens, heavy and full and adding to the piles already standing tall and proud on the ground around them, masses of pine trees drooping ever so slightly under the weight.

of all the horrors that i promised you- Geralt grunts as Ciri helps him down in front of the fire, hand held firmly to his ribs and teeth gritted tightly.

Dandelions Dog Walking and Doggy Day Care- Geralt Rivia lived in a nice little two bedroom cottage much like Jaskier himself did, only Mister Rivia's was in considerably better shape and didn't seem to have the mouse problem that had been plaguing Jaskier since he moved in.

Tagging- You!! All of you!

[angelsgame-au]

What happened with spampton

Was he to [BIG SHOT] for you

Did you see his[SILLY STRINGS]

Or perhaps his [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]

I know you love the [CLOWN AROUND TOWN], but what about [NUBER ONE SAILESMAN 1997] you [LITTLE SPONGE] of a [HEART SHAPED OBJECT]

♥ I'm not funny........

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

i demand timbern for the ask game /jk

How dare you come into my asks and demand that I talk abt my favourite ship after I reblogged a ship ask game! /jk

I think it goes without question that I ship it lol

What made me ship it?

When I first got into DC (Tim Drake) the only Tim ship I was really aware of was timkon due to its immense popularity. I ended up really liking it (and still do!) but every now and then I'd see posts of people dunking on timber (mainly because they were bitter abt Tim not ending up with Kon). I decided to look into the ship more to see if it was really as bad as people made it out to be

And next thing I new I had a new favourite ship and favourite character lol (Bernard Dowd they could never make me hate you)

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

There are so many thing I love about them. But I think one thing that doesn't get talked about enough was how Bernard knew Tim before he knew Robin. Yes technically Tim was still Robin when they first met, but that got upturned relatively quickly and I think they spent more time together without Tim having Robin then vice versa. So many people in Tims life that he's close with knew the mask a while before they knew him (which is a fascinating relationship in itself) and E grieves is one of the few times we see Tim without any sort of mantle. I think that there's something special about the fact that Tim, with all his identity and attachment issues around his superhero identity, ended up with one of the few people who knew him (even for a short while) as just Tim Drake.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

The fact that they have less content then other ships that have been around for decades longer is enjoyable. It means you get to fill in the blanks

I feel like with ships that have been around for so long there's less room for ambiguity to fill up. Everything is already there for you, which is fun don't get me wrong! But having the freedom to be creative and come up with ideas in a way you couldn't otherwise is part of the fun

[goldensunset]

u can just come over and play kh at my house :) no need to spend money i got it all already. come on. i'll make us snackies :)

YAAAAAAUYYYYYY

[gameshow-host-wally]

Have you ever dated anyone or had a crush?

"Unfortunately, my dear viewer, I have bigger things to worry about"

[meadow-roses]

Untitled Document

Julia

Felix

!!!!

Thank you for the ask!!

"Untitled Document" is a character exploration scene for Kate, and a rough first draft of when she finds out the identity of Dauntless.

Here's a snippet:

There was something in the air about this conversation that was not setting right in Felix’s gut. He swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth and attempted to continue the conversation like normal. It was probably nothing, just his nerves fritzing out like they had been doing a lot lately.

“Uh-hu, well- as good as I was expecting, in a- new place and all. Um.”

Kate seemed to have picked up on his nerves and gave him a quizzical stare. He tried to smile back but was really unsure how well that reassured her.

She sighed and adjusted her stance against the counter, fixing him with her sharp gaze.

“Well, Felix, I wanted to ask you something while it’s just the two of us. And I want you to answer honestly”

“Of course,” Felix replied. He did not like the direction this seemed to be going in.

“You’re a terrible liar.” She stated simply.

Felix squinted at her, cringing internally. “And?”

“And I know you’re keeping secrets from me. You seem like a nice guy who wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, so instead I’m just going to ask you. Whatever it is, it's safe for you to tell me. We can help you.”

"Julia" is kinda similar to the previous. Written from Felix's mother's pov, it's kinda her musing about how she figured out Dauntless' identity, but dramatic✨✨

It wasn’t hard to figure out. Really the hardest part had been accepting the truth that was blatantly obvious from the very beginning. She knew who Dauntless was.

The fact that only someone close to him could put the pieces together was what was keeping his secret safe in the council halls, but still, the fragility of the situation was unnerving. Somehow, she had to sit in meetings and keep her face straight and her demeanor calm as officers and politicians discussed ways to find and put an end to the man who was her son. It was terrifying.

She knew it was only a matter of time before the charade would come to an end, and she couldn’t imagine that end being a happy one.

"Felix" is the first doc I made when I started working on his backstory!! :D I'll share the opening to the first scene I wrote in there. XD

Harley, Andrea, and Scott have slightly shifted personality-wise as the story developed, and also the scenario is entirely not canon BUT first dialogue from Felix :D

“Well. We’re stuck here,” Andrea said, sliding down from the mountainous pile of trash and rubble she had been standing on. “I can’t catch a signal, the ship is trashed, and I can’t get the map to load up so we’re just lost behind enemy lines.”

She huffed as she sat down next to Scott on an ancient upside-down pickup truck, both legs stuck straight out in front of her. Scott grunted, arms crossed across his chest.

“Hey, can I see the PD?” Harley asked, looking up from where she was kneeled wrapping Marco‘s leg. “I might be able to get it to work when I’m done here.”

Andrea shrugged. “Catch.”

The device arched through the air headed in decisively the wrong direction. Harley lunged to catch it, her body moving fast enough it became a blur to the others. She caught it neatly and gave Andrea a curt look before crawling back to where she had been sitting.

“You two should be more careful with that,” Marco said, wincing.

Andrea shugged again. “It’s not like she can miss.”

Harley patted Marco's leg and settled into the rubble beside him, flicking the screen on and scrunching her face in concentration as she messed with settings. Marco laid back and closed his eyes.

“Say, were’d the little guy go?” Andrea said suddenly, straightening from her slouch.

Scott gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “Ran off that way. Said he was looking for ideas.”

“Huh. Guess we could use a few of those."

The junkyard became quiet except for the occasional grunt from Harley, and Marco's labored breathing. Somewhere off in the landfill wasteland something large dislodged from the side of a trash mountain and crashed into the valley below. Andrea shifted her position on the truck and crossed her arms. Scott continued staring at the disfigured rubble at his feet, lost in thought.

Harley glowered at the unresponsive device in her hands. No connection, no way to send for help. It seemed the only way out of this one would be to walk, but what to do with Marco? Carry him? It didn't seem like a good idea to just leave him here, but carrying him into further danger?

She was broken from her thoughts by the sound of rattling cans, and looked up just in time to see the ginger-topped head pop up from behind a nearby trashed vehicle.

“Does anyone have a hairclip I could borrow?”

Andrea spun around, still seated. “A what? Buddy we’re lost in a junkyard not a hair salon.”

“I've got one, Felix,” Harley said, pulling the pin from her bang and holding it up for him to see. Without the hairpin her electric-blue bang fell into her face and over her eye.

Felix scrambled over the rubble and accepted it with a grin. “Perfect, thank you.”

[skimmeh]

ooh can we hear abt the plot of this au

It's about a group of people who are put into a game and paired. They are put there as punishment because each has betrayed or crossed this organisation called the Watchers to some degree, and the Watchers like to get rid of their enemies in these games.

They get put on a desert planet, but manage to escape in different ways and travel the universe to cause chaos or attempt to find a way to break the ..I guess the sorta curse that has been put on them (soul bound)

Therefore mysterious adventures begin, meeting all sorta of character and factions along the way

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

hii for the ask game!

you have so many cool amazing animal designs, what is your favorite animal and why?

(stole this one) what is one thing you don't get to talk about often but you know a lot about/have an interest in?

what is an artwork of yours that you are particularly fond or proud of?

good luck with uni!!

hai hai anon thank you for the kind words :DDD

favorite animal... uhmm... this one is hard... while i do have an obsession towards cats, theyre not my all time favorite sadly. personally i'd say ducks but snakes have been in my mind lately... why? theyre are long noodles.... and theyre very silly <3

erm actually🤓☝️ kjkldjfs i cant remember anything i know alot about but i know i have been interested in so many things. i'll say kpop groups. i'm still interested to it until now because of my friends are crazy about it 👍(mainly male groups sorry)

ohhhh this one is a fun one.. an impressive art (that i'm proud of) always come by once in a while so instead i'll show you my latest one-- ok maybe not my latest one. my latest art that im proud of is boxing au.

heres mongey WIP from like. 2 months ago i think. ((i am changing his design by now so this might never be finished to see the light of day))

[jaimeski]

could you draw c!guqqie,..,. any of her characters..,..,

[thebrainrotsreal]

🐻🌊🙊 for the art ask game!!

Oh, yay! Thank for asking! :D Ask games are neat and I love yapping.

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

Usually whatever character I’m currently obsessed with! That can flip on a dime, but that’s what I love to draw the most so it’s usually what I end up drawing, haha. Though I don’t know if I draw much for comfort specifically? I draw out of like, a NEED for lack of better phrasing. It's like scratching an itch, I suppose, I can't not do it. I need to get this out of my head and Put It Somewhere, or I’m excited to make this idea real.

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?

Side profiles! They never make sense in my head so I try to avoid them as much as possible. Rare times I can get them to look right via much trail and error but I’d take annoying shoulders and fingers over side profiles any day.

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

This isn't the latest doodle, but it is a wip they just never ended up finishing so I think it counts! >:D (I just rlly needed some excuse to show it at least once dfjdkjfd)

[kanene-yaaay]

Heya heya! I am taking today off to write and chill so! Feel free to send some asks about any and everything! Something of your life you want to share, a headcanon, a question about my fics or even a request of rec fics and I will be happy to reply :D I will also be doing that thing where if you send a 🌹 I will share a piece of what I am writing and at every ask I will add a few sentences to my doc :D

[dead-dove-diner]

🦄👾 for the ask game !

Is there a new POV you’d like to try writing?

Okay, so i'm actually really interested in second person POV like 'you did this, you did that' because i think thats kind of fun but i doubt i'll ever attempt it. im very much in the 'stick to what you know' sort of category 😂

Do you have any “bad” writing habits you want to break?

I have a terrible tendency to start sentences with names or pronouns and i feel like it gets very repetitive 😩

thank you for playing!

[whispers-of-masser]

Poor Form

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, maybe angst (if you squint), slow-burn with tension; 2k+ word count ✧ Mentions of blood, (poorly written) fantasy violence ♫ "Ritual" - AWAY, Echos ✒ @dalishthunder come take responsibility for this

It was the grey hour when you woke, the quiet lull between full night and the oncoming dawn. From where you lay in the tent, the only sounds you could hear were the steady breaths of your companions, the breeze rustling by outside, and the lone call of a bird, faint and dim in the distance.

Slowly, you sat up, grimacing at your sore neck and shoulders – though you had long since grown accustomed to sleeping on the ground, that didn't mean you, or your body, appreciated it. You'd have to look into getting some bed cots instead. Until then, though...

At least we stay warm through the night. The oiled leather tent kept out most of the wind, and the beasts you'd felled along the journey had long since become the bedding everyone slept on.

A sudden snore drew your attention to where Khash lay, bundled in her sleeping bag beside you, red eyes shut tight and jaw slightly parted, her sharp little teeth on display. Across from her was Xelzaz, sleeping quietly on his side with his back turned towards you; you could just make out the lump of his tail beneath the blankets. And next to him...

...was an empty bed roll, the fur still fluffed, apparently untouched through the night.

Frowning, you pushed back the blankets, habitually reaching for your sword as you rose – just in case, always just in case – and, taking care not to wake Khash, crawled quietly out of the tent.

The morning had teeth. You felt it the moment you stepped outside, the cold biting into your bare arms, gnawing through the fabric of your tunic and raising goosebumps across your skin. Your breath plumed white amidst the grey, and the dirt underfoot was cold and hard; not even the morning dew had loosened it. You found yourself wanting retreat back into the tent and burrow under your furs once more, pulling them all the way over your head and falling asleep beneath their warmth. Any other morning, you might have done just that. But...

The empty, untouched bedroll.

You squinted into the mist, eyes searching, searching... there. A figure, seated on a rock several metres away, smudged and blurred in the gloom, but glinting a familiar gold.

As you lowered your sword, a sigh slipped from your lips, drawn from some strange mix of frustration, concern, and relief.

"...How long have you been out here, Nebarra?"

"Morning to you too, guar-face," the elf drawled, and though he didn't rise, his helmeted head turned towards you. A thin layer of condensation covered the metal, droplets falling at his movement; his bangs, escaping through the visor, were damp and plastered to his helm. "And all night, to answer your question. Somebody has to keep watch."

"Obviously. But you volunteered for the first shift last night." Frowning, you looked him up and down, not bothering to mask your concerned displeasure. "Why didn't you wake me or Xelzaz? We could have relieved you. We were supposed to relieve you."

"Oh yes, a human and a lizard! I'm certain I'd feel very safe with you two on watch. Your species' eyesight is so much better than an Altmer's, after all."

Your frown deepened, brow furrowing as you stared him down. It was too early in the morning for his snark.

Wordlessly, you brought up your sword and levelled it at his throat. "I can see that gap in your armor just fine. I could kill you right now – and the same goes for whatever may have come up on us in the night."

Nebarra gave a disdainful snort, gloved hand clamping down on your blade and giving a sharp tug. Unprepared, reflexes still sluggish from sleep, you stumbled a whole two steps forward before managing to check yourself.

"Poor form," the elf sneered. "You won't be killing anything like that."

Your nostrils flared, a dozen retorts surging to your lips, but you held them all in.

He's right, and you both know it.

"I wasn't ready", "I'm still waking up", "I wasn't serious" – excuses that could get you, and maybe the others, killed. How long had Nebarra seen this in you? Why was he only mentioning it now? Why hadn't you realised it on your own, that despite your confidence, your skills, your strength – you were still very much mortal? And when had that confidence become something more dangerous – arrogance?

"...What?" Nebarra asked suddenly, drawing you from your reverie. "You have that expression again. The one where you're about to do something stupid."

"Spar with me."

"Terrible idea, absolu... wait. What?"

"Spar with me," you repeated, staring into the black of his visor. "I'm getting rusty, fighting nothing but bandits and mindless undead. This just proved it."

Nebarra was silent for a beat, his head tilting to the side. Something about the motion reminded you of a bird; the eagle-shaped helm only added to the effect. You waited patiently for his answer, wondering what exactly he had to consider –

Metal, arcing toward your sword arm.

You barely managed a dodge and a weak parry with the flat of your blade – you'd been holding it low, unready. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Clearly, Nebarra was done thinking – the two of you were sparring now.

Fair enough. Enemies wouldn't be so polite as to give you time to gear up, either. And now, for once, the odds weren't in your favour: a fully-armoured Altmer veteran with decades of experience, versus you, young, disoriented, and unarmored, only a single blade in hand.

It was thrilling.

You sidestepped another swing of Nebarra's blade – only to connect with it a moment later, coming out of the feint you had failed to read.

Sharp, stinging pain. Scarlet, dripping from your arm.

He was trying to hurt you. And you were giving him ample opportunity.

You needed to ground yourself, regain your rhythm – something you couldn't do without an opening, and Nebarra wasn't giving you any.

A glint of metal on the left – block, step back. Movement overhead, an oncoming blow – raise your sword, throw your weight behind it, disrupt his momentum.

At least, you tried. Fully armoured as he was, Nebarra had an extra thousand angaids of weight behind his swing, if not more. The sheer force of his blow knock your sword out of your hands, sending you staggering back. But the grass underfoot was slick with the morning's dew, and you were moving too fast, too unsteadily. Before you knew it, your back was colliding with the ground, and all you could see was grey sky overhead – and a golden sword coming down.

Careless.

But there was still a chance.

Contorting violently, you grabbed Nebarra's arm as the blade sailed by, nicking your face as it passed. You didn't let go of his arm just yet, though. Instead, you pulled, leveraging your weight against his, abdomen taut as you used him to haul yourself upright. Nebarra, clearly not expecting such a move, found himself betrayed by his own momentum, drawing him forward and down, aided by your weight. Gravity took care of the rest, and he crashed towards the earth, twisting even as he fell to avoid face-planting into the ground.

As he struggled to right himself, you rushed to retrieve your sword; Nebarra was already rising by the time you turned back to him.

"No you don't," you growled, charging the mer, sword raised.

His hand shot out, a ward rippling to life, though it buckled slightly under your sword's impact. Nebarra staggered, his half-risen stance precarious, unbalanced.

Now. Now. Now.

Once, twice, thrice more your sword glanced off the ward – and on the fourth blow, it shattered, leaving the Altmer open to your assault.

Metal clanged as you brought your sword down, colliding with his gauntlet as he struggled to block with it, not given enough time to raise his own sword in defense. You let the blade slide off, intending to follow up with its momentum, but Nebarra didn't give you a chance. The moment the sword glanced off his gauntlet, he lunged, catching you in the abdomen and bringing the both of you to the ground.

The tussle that followed was a blur.

His sword arcing down, yours blocking. Hilts catching, blades flying, yanked out of your grasp and his.

Panted breaths, heaving chests, grappling and rolling across the grass.

A glint caught your eye – your sword and Nebarra's, just within reach.

He saw it too, the both of you reaching out in unison for your weapons, desperate to be faster than the other.

Leather-bound metal brushed against your palm – the hilt. Your hand closed around it, drawing it in close. Brought it swiftly upwards, blade against Nebarra's neck.

At its touch, he froze – and so did you. Because resting against your own neck, biting into the tender flesh, was the edge of Nebarra's blade.

Stalemate.

Ears ringing, heart racing, you shift your gaze from the sword to the one holding it.

Hunched over and straddling you, a leg to either side of your waist, there was hardly any distance between your bodies. The beak of his helm was close enough to brush your nose; your breath fogged on the metal. His gasping breaths may has well have been your own – you could feel them, swift and hot, slipping through the gold feathers that covered his face, carrying the faint scent of wine.

Of course, he'd been drinking. It had probably kept him warm through the night – and he'd still managed to keep you off-balanced for most of the fight.

You were in worse shape than you'd thought.

That, or... maybe Nebarra was better than he'd ever let on.

"...Tonight," you breathed, staring up at him. "Let's... spar again tonight."

Nebarra grunted; you could hear the sound echo faintly in his helmet. "Fine. Don't expect me to go easy on you."

A smile tugged at your mouth – you could feel your lips crack and stretch at the motion, dried out in the cold; you gave them a brief lick before answering. "What, and this was?"

Another affirmative grunt. "I'll be sober by tonight. Unfortunately."

You snorted, then fell silent once more. With your eyes, you found yourself tracing the curves of his helm, pausing at the sight of his bangs peeking through, dark and tangled threads of gold. Something about them was like an itch you couldn't scratch, and you had the sudden urge to brush them aside, or at least tuck them back into his helm.

As your gaze drifted upward, toward the visor, a glint in its shadows caught your eye. Again, you paused, staring intently into the dark.

A reflective sheen, a gleam of crimson –

"Are you done breathing on one another, yet?"

Xelzaz's voice shattered your focus, and both you and Nebarra snapped your heads toward the sound.

The Argonian stood just outside the tent, arms crossed, head bare of its usual hood, scales shimmering in the pale light. Beside him was Khash, a shadowy smudge in the mist; her wide red eyes seemed to float amidst the grey.

"Good morning," you said stupidly, even as Nebarra scrambled to get off you.

"Why were you fighting?" Khash asked. "Did something happen?"

"For your – obviously necessary – information," Nebarra sniffed, dusting off his armour, "we were sparring. And you had better get used to it. Our dear Dragonborn and I will continue to do so, apparently, starting today."

As you sat up, you distinctly heard Xelzaz mutter, "By the Hist." When he turned his head to you once more, there was something incredibly deadpan about his gaze, an unspoken, "Really?" in his eyes.

"What?" you mouthed back, blinking at him in confusion. He only shook his head, and have no answer.

"Right... Well, let's get the fire going again, and I'll see about getting us all breakfast."

At that, Khash's gaze snapped towards him. "Ohh, Xelzaz, can I have some Hackle-lo with it?"

"Khash, you've eaten almost my whole stock."

"Oh..."

"...I'll see if I can't spare a few more."

"Yay! Heh."

"Horker stew for you, Nebarra?"

"I'm too tired to say no... but I'll watch you every moment of its making."

"Yes, yes, as usual. And what of you, friend?" Xelzaz turned towards you, and for a moment, you couldn't answer him – you'd been too distracted watching the scene unfold, a smile on your face.

"Ah... it doesn't matter to me, I suppose. Surprise me."

And so, thirty minutes later, as the sun climbed through the sky and burned away the mist, breakfast was served.

But for some strange reason, all throughout the meal, you found your gaze drawn... repeatedly...

...to Nebarra.

[habitual-creatures]

Someone should give you the chaos emeralds

E-FUCKING-XACTLY, THEY CAN TRUST ME WITH THEM. BUT THEY HAVEN'T BECAUSE THEY'RE

" SCARED OF MY INTENTIONS "

WHAT DO THEY THINK I'M GONNA DO WITH 'EM??

SOMEONE SHOULD TELL THAT LITTLE ECHIDNA THAT I CAN TAKE OVER FOR HIM.

I COULD DO A MUCH BETTER JOB...

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[prophets-of-the-barrens]

get art’d.

Oh goodness that's us! You... made us a painting?

[You're a skillful artist, it's a really good representation of us.]

Thank you! This makes us really happy.

[gameshow-host-wally]

Hii Mr. Wally, I kinda forgot which type of affection you like so here *gives bag of apples* Also do you have a birthday? Or maybe you remember when you first started the game show!💕

“Hmmm, I can’t recall far back of my life. The first show was July 19 so maybe I can use that as my birthday? I’m not entirely sure if I want that”