#WIP Emoji Ask Game

[least-carpet]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

Extremely belated hello!

☔ Low-key rotating thoughts about a scenario where wangxian happens like in canon, but there was both previously chengxian AND zhancheng and everyone is kind of fucked up about it. Not just Jiang Cheng, who I think would experience that as, like, his primal fear happening, but also Wei Wuxian, having to reexamine how he understood certain teenage experiences and once again replacing Jiang Cheng in someone's affections, and Lan Wangji, who I think would expect to feel less conflicted about it than he does. I just think it would confront and unsettle all three of them so much. ZHANCHENGXIAN!

🌪️ Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe – Wen Qing Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings.

[alexagirlie]

Current WIP emoji ask:

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My current WIP is DanceInTheDark for House of the Dragon fandom :)

💀 current word count? Hit 1053 words last night.

😔 oneshot or chapters? This is a one shot.

🙃 how do you feel about it rn? Pretty good, made a breakthrough last night and feel a lot better about where it is at.

✨ random spoiler? Reader really enjoys watching her husband get fucked by other men :]

🏩 is it gonna hurt the feels? Nope! This is all smut with some like fluff.

😈 next WIP after this one? Next WIP on the list is for The Last Kingdom, whore!reader x Sihtric x Finan. This will be my first reader fic for TLK. Will of course feature some boy on boy action cause its me 🤣

[avatarskywalker78]

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🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

For my Spider-Man 1 fic (that I'm working on):

Amanda Brehe is just your average high-schooler who happens to attend a prestigious institute like the Xavier School for Gifted Children. At least that's what everyone believes and Amanda would like to keep it that way, thank you very much, especially from the people she cares about, and she'll never be called upon to use her powers anyway - not that Amanda was interested in doing so. She has Uncle Ben and Aunt May and her favourite cousin Peter and her best friend Harry and that's all that matters. Except then Uncle Ben is killed, and Peter starts keeping secrets, and Harry's absolute shit of a father appears on the scene - turns out there are people she can loathe more than Robert Kelly, who knew - and this all before a goddamned supervillain shows up in New York...

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

From my Gemma Laura McKinney AU - some family background for the Lawrences with Johnny reflecting on how he met his Aunt Lizzie and cousin Gemma for the first time.

Lizzie, it turned out, had been looking for Mom for years, but with the name change it had been difficult, and then she’d gotten married and had a kid, which had put things on hold, but she’d been determined to find her older sister, and Johnny had gotten confirmation  that Mom had been kicked out of the family home and was never spoken about again, which had been difficult for Lizzie, and had eventually caused another rift when Lizzie had called her parents out on his and left in her early twenties. It had been a very emotional reunion – almost too much so for Johnny, but he hadn’t wanted to disappoint Mom, and it turned out he got on well with his aunt, and…well, little Gemma had been adorable, though he never said so at the time – and it turned out Mom had missed her little sister something terrible, and seeing her face light up like it had… Johnny hadn’t seen that happen in so long, he’d almost forgotten what it looked like.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

This is from Chapter 3 of when a friendship is found (across the seas) - the morning after 1x04, and Jaskier and Áine are having breakfast together and Eist, Áine's (second) cousin has shown up. And what is family for but for roasting each other?

“I will admit to adding some embellishment to my stories, but never tall tales.” Jaskier said mock-haughtily, and Áine snickered. “We were discussing what happened last night.” She told Eist. “As is everyone else in the castle, but at least it had a happy outcome.” “I swear my ears are still ringing.” “I guess the effect’s worse when there’s nothing between them.” “You fucking pox-ridden bastard!” She exclaimed, before throwing a piece of cheese at his head, which he caught easily, and Jaskier couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “I’m not the one in love with or married to the most terrifying woman on the Continent!”

Wip emoji ask game!

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

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It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[askgametime]

wip game of birds!

Rules: askers can send a bird, and receive the corresponding thing. If you don't have something that corresponds to whatever bird it is, or you don't want to share the only thing that fits (I'm not telling!) then either share a matching quote from a published work and link it, or share a random quote from your wips of your choice. :)

🐦‍⬛ a great quote of dialogue (maybe you're proud of how in-character it is, or how sharp the back and forth!)

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc--if you're not comfortable with this one specify in the tags!)

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

🦉 a clever quote (something you're proud of!)

🦅 an angsty quote (something PAINFUL!! ouch ouch ouch!)

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

🦤 a quote you had to delete :( (but still wanna share!)

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

🐤 a mystery quote (take out the context, even censor the names if you want! let em guess!)

🐓 fuck quotes, give me a summary or some ao3 tags

🦆 asker's request (what do you want to see? from a specific wip, a specific mood, a specific ship or character...?)

🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)

[jamiesfootball]

🌈 ALSO something soft as hell from secret nap club pleaaaase owo

He looked like one of those pampered Instagram cats that people dressed up like they were having a spa day. Face goop, eye mask, plush dressing gown, a glass of ice water with a fat lemon slice floating in it, and—

“What the hell is that?”

Jamie followed his gaze down to his arms and smirked.

“What, this?” Jamie asked, adopting the tone of someone who’d brought their prized poodle around to brunch. He wiggled his eye mask the rest of the way off his face, sliding it over his hair like a makeshift hair band. “You weren’t here; I needed something to hold onto to get me to sleep.”

“Is that a football?”

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned. He held the plushie out for inspection. “Mint, innit? One of my fans sent it to me.”

Roy accepted the stuffed football, twisting it around in his hands. It was soft as a baby toy, and sized to regulation, although the skinny arms and legs sticking out of it would probably make it hard to get a decent spin on it. Stitched on the front were two small circles for eyes and a perfect half parentheses smile, something so simple a kid could’ve drawn it on, blissfully serene and ignorant of things like transfer windows and Financial Fair Play regulations. It certainly appeared more well rested than Roy.

Jamie waited expectantly for Roy to praise his excellent choice in plushies.

“Huh,” Roy huffed.

Jamie bristled indignantly. “‘Huh?’ That’s it?”

He made to grab the ball back and squawked in protest when Roy briefly held it up out of his reach before letting him snatched it back. Jamie clutched the toy protectively to his chest.

“Nothing else to add to that? No remarks ‘bout me being too old to sleep with stuffed toys?”

That would be hypocritical of him. “It just means ‘huh.’ I figured if anything, you’d have one of those stupid stuffed sharks from IKEA that everyone won’t shut up about.”

Jamie sat up in bed like a primped-up vampire rising from his coffin. He asked urgently, “What stuffed shark from IKEA?”

Sensing that the remainder of his day was about to be hijacked for something stupid, Roy disappeared into the bathroom. He at least deserved a chance to rinse off the stench of contract negotiations first.

Approximately thirty seconds later, a body thudded against the door. The doorknob rattled, followed by a whine when it didn’t open. “Roy! We need to go to IKEA.”

[writingamarie]

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👶🏻 tba title (age gap buddie fic -like real age gap)

“I’m okay, Mister Diaz,” Buck assured him, “everyone here is so nice. They like me.” The statement was concerning enough but it was the last three words that had Eddie concerned. Buck had whispered as if he were praying in church like there was some big secret or miracle surrounding people tolerating him. Eddie had seen enough of Buck’s teen years to know that the kid had some issues. The Buckleys were perhaps the only family that had Ramon Diaz beat on the lack of emotions when it came to parenting. Eddie had been dragged to football games so his son could watch Buck play, he’d gone to the choir concerts the year Buck and Chris took choir to get their fine art credit for graduation, he’d had his Abuela bake multiple birthday cakes through the years all because Buck didn’t have anyone else. Like a duckling, the boy had imprinted onto Chris and eventually Eddie had come to expect the two of them to be together. “Plenty of people like you, Buck,” Eddie reminded him. “Let me take you home.” The words themselves didn’t make him think anything. It was a perfectly innocent offer and Eddie had no reason to question it –until the man Buck had abandoned gave him a look. Eddie didn’t feel particularly good at reading people's expressions but he did know jealousy. The fact that the man seemed to think Eddie would usher Buck away from him just to take advantage himself boiled and bubbled a white-hot rage in Eddie’s chest. He would never have let some young, pretty thing sit on his lap in the middle of a bar, especially when it was clear that they were drunk. Unlike unnamed men in bars, Eddie had some class.

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link to og emoji wip game post

[lenaboskow]

i have the next two days off, so send me an emoji to force me to write, and in return i'll post a snippet of the wip (these are all buddie)

🏠-- roommates fic (burn down the loft)

💀-- presumed dead eddie diaz (cave collapse)

☃️-- 5+1 five times people assumed buddie was a couple while out with chris before they got together, and one after they got together

👓-- another 5+1 five times eddie can't keep eye contact with buck, and the one time he can't look away

⁉️-- affectionately called the pick me fic, eddie realizing (read: incorrectly assuming) that buck isn't interested in him not because he's straight, but just because he isn't interested

🛒-- breakup/makeup fic, buck (incorrectly) assumes eddie broke up with him

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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Thank you my supportive and beautiful friend <3 and also for indulging in more emojis : ) from secret besties aka if i glued myself shut you would find your way in (from this ask game):

Warmth spread through Dani’s stomach at the invisible connection between Aracely and Jamie now, his English friend finding comfort in the blanket his niece had bought for him, even if Jamie didn’t seem to realise his actions at the moment. Dani watched his friend, waiting for Jamie to notice he had sat down on the couch next to him. Jamie seemed unaware, his fingers fretting back and forth over the frog blanket as Dani tried to put together all the pieces of the Englishman he had encountered so far and deduce why his friend had shown up for the first time in some level of duress he was trying so desperately to hide.

“Amigo?” Dani offered gently.

Jamie’s eyes snapped up to him, heavy with unasked questions Dani wished he could interpret. He had only known Jamie a couple of months, this being only the third time he had seen him in person, two of those being the same day weeks earlier.

“Are you okay?” Dani ventured again.

“Yeah, shit,” Jamie said, standign quickly. “It’s late. I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you are always welcome here,” Dani tried but Jamie was already standing and walking towards the door.

“Good luck tomorrow, yeah?”

Jamie fled as quickly as he entered, leaving Dani more confused than ever about his relationship with the Mancunian.

[goldenblu]

i dont have emojis, so- hurricane, snowflake, raincloud, umbrella? or you can choose only one or two of them if you want

🌀 Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

5 times zoro didn’t know he was flirting with sanji and 1 time he knew

(i do plan on releasing this some day—i’ve got almost 3k written so far—but probably not anytime soon)

❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

from the fic above ^ :

Zoro thought the whole flower situation was over and done with, but apparently he was mistaken. The cook had presumably seen it when he returned to the ship or maybe when he retired to sleep yesterday night and hadn’t said anything to him about it, so Zoro had assumed that Sanji had accepted the gift junk and presented it to Nami or Robin or whoever. So imagine his surprise when he sees the flower again. With the cook. On the cook, actually. Tucked in his hair.

What.

Zoro’s brain takes a moment to reboot. He blinks, wondering if he’s hallucinating, but nope, it’s still there. Why. When. How. Why, again, for good measure.

Sanji catches him staring—of course he does, they’re literally two feet apart since Zoro had immediately come face-to-face with the cook after exiting the washroom. Because apparently the universe hates him. For some ungodly reason that Zoro can’t fathom, the tips of Sanji’s ears burn a bright red. “What?” he snaps.

Oh god. The cook actually sounds embarrassed.

“Nothing,” Zoro says, because if he says what he’s actually thinking, he’s going to be even more embarrassed than Sanji, if such a thing were possible. “Just wasn’t expecting that.”

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

ohoho there is so much to choose from

Sanji’s hand clenches in his shirt so hard that he shakes from the strain of it, and then he shoves Zoro against the wall, cabinets clattering open on impact. Zoro allows it to happen, keeping his hands loose and by his sides as Sanji’s forearm presses into his collarbone.

“I hate you so fucking much,” Sanji spits out. He lets go and starts pacing back and forth furiously, steps coming down so hard that Zoro’s surprised that the wood doesn’t splinter under the force of it. His hands fist in his hair. “I asked you for one thing. One fucking thing! I thought I could trust you to do it, but I guess I was wrong about that.”

“I can handle your hate.” If it means that Sanji is still himself, is still feeling and alive, Zoro can handle anything.

Sanji bites out a harsh laugh. “That’s goddamn perfect then.” He whips around, wild, resentful, burning a hole into Zoro’s flesh with the bitterness of his gaze alone. “Because you fucking have it.”

(yes this from hold your fire 😁)

☔ Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

the stealth black sanji au 👀 ive already talked about it at length though so i don’t have anything to add here lol

beyond that, i’ve always liked the hc that sanji attended a reverie as part of the germa delegation when he was young, so an au where vivi recognizes him when they first meet could be interesting. haven’t put too much thought into it though

[avatarskywalker78]

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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

There's one that was inspired by the first episode of the Flash 4-part finale when it first came out, where an amnesiac with a gunshot wound in his chest wakes up in an Earth-3 hospital, and at first he doesn't remember anything, even with Jay Garrick trying to help him. Then he starts getting very very vague and fuzzy memories, but two things he's certain of - he had (has?) a brother, and he did something very, very stupid in order to try and save him. The only name he remembers is Malcolm, and while he's not entirely sure whether that's his or not, he does know that it's important - and for most of the fic it was going to be left up in the air as to which Thawne brother it actually was because turns out they do share some traits, and Jay was going to be something of a mentor to him and eventually he'd return to Earth-1 and the truth would be revealed...

The problem was that even I wasn't sure which way I wanted it to go - initally it was going to be Eddie, and he remembered the name 'Malcolm' because Malcolm was there during the events of the S1 finale and his little brother means so much to him and he shot himself in an attempt to save him as much as anyone else, but then other possibilities branched out. One where Team Flash called in a version of Rip's team to deal with Eobard but Eobard still escapes containment and a particularly over-zealous agent decides 'why not wipe him out completely' and takes out Eddie...or one where Malcolm is the ancestor but Eddie takes the bullet for him...

Or a particularly angsty one where Eddie is the target and Malcolm takes the bullet - partly because I have been wondering 'hey, what if Malcolm died in S1 instead' but the sequence of events that plays in canon could really only happen to Eddie and you can't just swap characters out like that. And honestly I probably wouldn't go that far because - if the guilt didn't completely destroy Eddie - it would probably be the only thing that would've kicked off his villain arc in the early seasons, and I don't have the heart to do that to him. They all deserve better than that (I will happily write Thawne brothers angst, but there is a limit).

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

For my 'Hawk-demption' 3x05 to 3x10 rewrite: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Guilt, Betrayal, Regret, Character Development, Making amends, The long road to redemption, No last minute turnarounds in this dojo

Wip emoji ask game!

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

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Becca!!! Thank you so much for the ask! 😘😘😘

I'm interpreting this emoji as tears of joy so here is a look at Part 2 of Dangerously in Love (Frank Castle x Reader):

For a moment, he felt nothing. Just your cool, clammy skin beneath his fingers, and his heart began to sink. But then— Just as he felt the first weak thump of your pulse, your eyes slowly flickered open. Your gaze was glassy and unfocused but there was a small spark of recognition as you stared at the man kneeling before you. Your tongue ran briefly over your cracked, bloody lips before you weakly rasped, “-ank?” Frank’s eyes grew wide as he clutched at your face, his fingers tangling deeply in your hair as he tried to convince himself you were real. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s me. Oh god. I thought I’d lost you.” He fought back the tears that were building behind his eyes as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours.

Send me an emoji, and I’ll post a snippet of a WIP that matches the mood!

[devilishdelights]

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just a sentence is too boring so im giving a snippet <3 have some mean mammon ->

“Oi! It’s me! Th’ hell ya locked the door for?! Open up!” Mammon, your supposed guide to all things Devildom, shouts at the top of his lungs. You wince. 

Oh. 

You scramble to your feet, interrupting the beginnings of a new assault on your door handle by opening it a smidge. Only half of your face shows, and you squint at the onslaught of light. 

Mammon’s attention seems to perk, his head pushing forward, slouch straightening, and he gestures his hand at you. “Are ya tellin’ me ya ain’t even dressed yet?! Lords, Lucifer’s gonna kill me! Ya humans are so incompetent, I swear!”

You glare at him, then promptly shut the door in his face. 

Basked in the darkness of your room again, you head towards your bed – and jump when the door slams open behind you. 

“What the fu–” you begin, but Mammon interrupts you.

“Ohh-hohoho, ya gotta lotta nerve, human! Who d’ya think you are?” He snaps, and you turn to face him – but he’s already plopped his dandy ass at the end of your bed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you mimic. Immediately, you regret your words, remembering he’s a demon, he could kill you in two seconds flat, but he just lets out a snort.

The room is still relatively dark, and when you squint to focus on him, his eyes seem to have a hazy golden glow. Eerie.

Cool, but eerie.

“Ya blind or somethin’? Dumb too? Ya need me ‘ta help ya waddle ‘round on yer two feet?” His grin isn’t kind. It’s nearing sadistic, bullyish. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude,” you mutter in disbelief.

// not sure if i'll ever finish this wip, even though i have a lot of it done!! WIP is from a piece where MC/you decide not to go up the attic stairs! It's horror<3

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🌧️ from the future fic? (or fic of your choosing)

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP

“He taught me how to drive. Taught me how to fight. Taught me how I should always defend myself, even against a guy whos’s twice as big as me, even if I didn’t stand a chance.”

On Roy’s left, Jan whispered, furious, “Is this a joke?”

“He was a diehard Cityzen, through and through, but get this- all the years I’ve played, do you know that he never once missed a match at home? And not just in Manchester either. In fact, I found out just this week that since he moved to London, he did not miss a single one of my Richmond matches.”

Roy squeezed his eyes shut. He sucked in a sharp breath that didn’t do anything. The strangled noise that Keeley made was close to weeping.

[writingamarie]

for @seeker-of-stories19

🌩️ echoes of the storm (buddie hunger games au)

Buck could remember a few things about his older brother, but most of his memories had faded. He’d been ten when Daniel died, but his family had stopped talking about him. His parents hung his picture up in the front foyer and created their own monument to him, but there were no stories or memories that could be shared without sending his mother into a panic. Because Daniel wasn’t meant to die, he had only been seventeen. He had his whole life ahead of him. And then Buck’s name had been pulled out of the Reaping bowl. The family never forgave him for it, they blamed Buck for his brother’s vicious death, they blamed him for the fact that they had to watch their precious son be brutally murdered. Daniel had volunteered the moment Buck’s name had been called out. The Capital woman had barely gotten through “Evan Buck–” before Daniel had interrupted her. It had been the last time Buck heard his real name. Daniel had called him “baby brother” during their entire goodbye, his parents had stopped referring to him as anything, and Maddie had gotten herself matched off to the Kendall family so he hadn’t heard from her since.

link to a previous echoes of the storm snippet

link to og emjoi wip game post

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🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

(In case these haven't been asked yet)

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🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

have some dragons :)

He has managed to fix the roof beams and is in the process of reroofing the Inn with wood shakes when he hears the sound of leaves crackling under boots. He turns to look to the forest and sees a familiar man with long black hair and dark blue robes step out onto the road. Dream. Hob transforms before he can think about it and jumps off the roof, his golden wings causing a pile of shingles to fall down but he doesn’t care. He lands right in front of Dream and stares at him with wide eyes, nostrils flaring, his whole body glowing bright as the sun. “Dream! You came!” Dream gives him a small smile and inclines his head. “Hob. It is good to see you. I see your repairs are going smoothly. The Inn looks much improved already.”

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

(I've got Hell or High Water for that @valeriianz because apparently I can write smut while the rest of the story is still unwritten lol)

Morpheus stares at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open and Hob grabs him by the neck and pulls him down to kiss him, hard. His fins flap uselessly, trying to wrap around the man, but their weight is too much on land for such things to work. Morpheus moans and pulls him into his arms. When their lips part the man looks down on Hob's body and Hob can see the prettiest blush spread on his cheeks. When he speaks Morpheus' voice is a deep rumble and Hob feels his claspers twitch again. "Did you...you. Oh." Hob follows his gaze and feels himself blush, too. He has made a mess of himself.