#Wip Game

[haikyu-mp4]

Hii, I've just been really curious about smooth talking w suna and whirlwinds with hinata and wanted to know more 😋😋

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Smooth talking – Suna

You’ve been friends with Motoya and Sakusa since high school and somehow stuck to communicating with them through college. It’s a neutral friendship, maintained mostly in a group chat where you send funny (you and Motoya) or annoying (Sakusa) things from your day.

So when Moyota complained about forgetting to bring lunch to practice and added an unhealthy amount of sorrowful emojis, you decided you lived close enough to the EJP gym to come over with a bento. It’s not a great bento, but it’s food for sure.

You stroll inside, looking around for the libero and finding him standing with who you thought might be named Suna from Motoya’s stories and selfies.

“Heya,” you greeted them, nodding politely to any other players until you got to them. “Gotcha lunch, weirdo.”

Then Suna tries to flirt and thinks he’s so suave but reader just laughs and somehow it makes Suna even more interested. Motoya is so conflicted between playing Cupid or telling Suna you're on the no-date list. Meanwhile, Sakusa is telling Atsumu to keep the foxes away from his friends. Overall silliness.

Whirlwinds – Hinata

If the fans thought Hinata was a whirlwind of a person, they had yet to meet his kids.

“Hey, come back here!” Then again, you could usually hear them before you could see them.

You realised this about your own family when one orange haired toddler ran into your leg. “Oh, you’re mine,” you said in surprise, picking the kid up. You looked up to find your husband carrying your toddler and trying to sneak away after seeing you found this one. “Ehem!”

“Hi, honey!”

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[thebarontheabyss]

Hello, patrons! So far it seems that the majority voted for the 2.5 overhaul to be prioritized. Thank you for helping me decide! ❤️

Already have a few additional ideas and will start this week, aiming for a mid-December launch. ;)

Also doing a few interviews for a new job, so If I haven't answered your ask yet know that I will as soon as I can!

See you soon 😇

[dangerpronebuddie]

hi yes sorry i am late but i would like to know about ryliver and also sex complicates everything pls and thank <3

Hi Charlie 🥰 you're never too late!

Okay the Ryliver fic is incredibly self indulgent and I am just a little bit obsessed with it. Long story short, Oliver has the brilliant idea to practice Buck and Eddie's first kiss. There's not supposed to be a moment of hesitation between buddie, so he thinks this is the perfect way to negate that. It's totally not gonna lead anywhere else 😉. A small treat for you 🥰:

Ryan's lips are soft against his own. The kiss itself is soft, a gentle pressure, like they're holding back. Oliver pulls away and looks into Ryan's eyes, fully prepared to tease him about how that didn't even really count as a kiss, but the remark dies in his throat. There's something in Ryan's eyes. Something Oliver's seen before, but from Eddie. It's different seeing it now. “Oliver,” Ryan says in a whisper, sounding wrecked from just one kiss. Oliver can't say he's faring much better. Something sparks between them, burning away the remaining timidness. Oliver dives forward, desperate to taste his name on Ryan's lips. He slots their lips together, and if Ryan asks why, he really doesn't have a logical explanation other than the fact he wanted to.

And Sex Complicates Everything started out as a drabble prompt Tanis sent me in an ask a while back (I'm talking pre 7x09), but I got an idea that ran away from me and it became 20% sex, 80% feels. In summary, Eddie still can't get it up after Marisol and well, Buck did say he wished he could help! Have a little of my favorite part:

He feels like a cavity has cracked open inside him, joining the other fissures and caverns created in his efforts not to shake apart throughout his life. The one thing that kept him from completely crumbling is standing before him growing more concerned the longer he stays silent. "Does your offer still stand?" Eddie blurts out. "Uh, what offer?" Buck asks. "You said you wished you could help," Eddie says. He knows he sounds insane, and what he's asking of Buck is insane. But he's getting more than a little desperate. He wasn't lying when he said he was pent up. "I did," Buck says slowly, taking another step closer. "Are you saying you want me to?" "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I really need your help. Nothing was working with Marisol, not just that, but I... I think something else might be causing this whole issue and I just- I need..."

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[fastcardotmp3]

💛 several sentences sunday monday 💛

tagged by the lovely @lookforanewangle! thank you friend, i haven't done one of these in ages mwah <3

from the next chapter of whale fall:

Eddie's got a hand on his forearm, although Buck's not sure how long it's been there. He's got fingers wrapping carefully around Buck's wrist and he's got another hand switching off the faucet on the sink, guiding Buck to face him in a way which shouldn't be so easy considering Buck doesn't really want to stop having a task to do with his hands. 

If he stops... He's already not allowed to work and if he stops entirely, if he has to slow down even a little bit—

“You used your free time to make dinner for a bunch of greedy firefighters?” Eddie says on a soft breath, a fondness to it that Buck can feel even beyond the rest. The protective layer of numbness over his skin is no match for that tone on Eddie Diaz's tongue. 

“Bobby did most of it,” Buck tells him, and when did a dish towel appear in his hands, Eddie still holding on through it, squeezing out the damp and replacing it with warmth. 

Eddie makes a humming sound, like he doesn't quite believe Buck, although it distinctly feels like it's not just the surface-level conversation which he's not sold on. 

“Come with me,” Eddie says as he's already pulling Buck after him and out of the kitchen and dining area. 

tagging with zero pressure and one trillion love! @kkpwnall @cheatghost @fragilecapric0rnn @figthefruitfaeth @butchhorse @judasofsuburbia @snowangeldotmp3 + anyone who wants to join

[ash-and-starlight]

let’s go divorce speedrun babey 😇🫡

pov you’re aunt wu 😌

[tyquu]

for the WIP ask game, Untitled 6?

HDJSJDH my shitty ass modern AU 😔 (that’s weeks old at this point please forgive me for how it looks)

I would also rather chew chalk than elaborate fully on what happens in this modern AU, but let’s just say last time I checked up on it it had developed into a hospital drama (??). So there’s also that 😭

[alistarascendance]

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧?❞

— in which, fabled legend Alistar returns from the Chasm decades after their descent, only to find themself faced with an issue: humanity, in their absence, has created a world of suffering, dilapidated by greed, and Alistar’s presence only continues to fuel their selfishness, as a living legend must kill… or be killed.

Alistar: Ascendance is a cyberpunk, dystopian romance interactive fiction that was originally intended to simply be a story, before its writer (me) decided to be impulsive and turn it into an IF.

DISCLAIMERS

this story will contain depictions of alcohol, smoking, blood, violence, profanity, mild gore, yandere behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive themes, discrimination, self-hatred, mentions of emotional and physical abuse, suicidal thoughts, an oppressive government, fictional languages and religions, real world philosophies/religions including but not limited to: cynicism, nihilism and atheism; a corrupt world, discussion of morals and human conscience, as well as other mature themes. this list will be updated as the story is written.

please keep all of this in mind while reading!

A gender-selectable MC, who you choose the name, personality, sexuality, appearance, and morals of.

A wide variety of choices to choose from that will impact your story, and the need to keep your MC sane (or just go batshit insane. That works, too).

5 male love interests + 1 secret RO, all of whom you can maintain a simply platonic relationship with if you wish, or you can just continue to flirt with them endlessly (+ a FWB relationship for some).

An enriching world and story, set in a cyberpunk dystopia (we know all of you are here for the romance though).

A powerful MC 😔😔

ROs (romance options, also referred to as LIs or love interests).

THE SURFACE DWELLER:

Seven. 21, Chaotic Good. Mechanic.

“The HIVE needs to fall. There are no exceptions—not even for you.”

The first person you meet once you arrive on the Surface, you and Seven have a unique bond. He’s got a reputation in the slums and Neon for being great at parties, but his friendliness can easily be read as something more.

Is it something more? Further observations will have to be made…

THE SURVIVOR

Saturn. 23, Lawful Evil. Bartender.

“Keep your head down, and you’ll survive.”

The quiet bartender has a curious perspective on things. He seems to have no problem with the HIVE members patrolling his bar, even serving them drinks like they’re normal customers, despite their heavy armor and edges that are too sharp to be humane.

He also doesn’t seem to be particularly interested in you in the slightest. Why’s that?

THE DIPLOMAT

“Is it better to live in quiet solitude, your voice stripped and taken—or would you rather have died, knowing your voice was the loudest amongst them all?”

Chain. 23, alignment unclear. Current occupation unknown.

He’s someone to keep an eye out for. While he hasn’t practiced his craft in years, he may still prove to be dangerous. Just as friendly as Seven, but far more difficult to truly befriend.

Obtain new information as soon as possible…

THE PUPPET

Judge me if you must. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m up here, and you’re down there.

Orion. 25, Lawful Neutral. HIVE operative.

The HIVE member patrolling Saturn’s bar. Part of something greater than he is, but he’s a part of it, regardless. Keep him around…

OTHER ENTITIES

Argos: Neutral Good. Age unknown. The deity whose spear you brandished, after his passing. He was a good man, but the fact only makes your sins rest heavier in your heart.

Teacher: True Neutral. Around ~200 years old. The chasm-dwelling shadow who taught you all you know of the Chasm and its residents.

Alistar: alignment unknown. Around ~200 years old. That’s you! You’re Alistar. At least, that’s what the world has been calling you ever since you ended the war and revitalized humanity, so that is what you will be referred to as throughout the entirety of the story. However, if you’d like to change your name (as Alistar is the default) you may!

As I am primarily an author (as in I literally have done nothing else with my life) I am new to coding (I took ONE coding club in fourth grade) and am trying to write out and perfect a chapter before converting it into typical IF form.

Once I manage to get things situated, I’ll started to code. I’m currently almost done writing chapter 4, so I’ll start working on coding once I finish it.

If anyone wants to read the chapters I’ve written until now, just shoot me an ask or message :)) I’d be happy to show you. otherwise, here are the ones I’ve posted so far:

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE: COURTING DEATH CHAPTER TWO: THOSE WHO REMAIN CHAPTER THREE: TARNISHED DREAMS

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[midoristeashop]

can we see human! toothiana?? 🙏

HERE SHE IS

It occurred to me that I haven’t drawn any of the other guardians and that is a CRIME

Also warrior tooth>>

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Truth spell, insults are lies if you don’t believe them - cursed Merlin, Arthur isn’t actually a dollophead

So it’s only a one shot with few thousand words, but basically Merlin gets cursed with a truth spell by a witch who was frustrated that Emrys hadn’t even told the once and future king that magic isn’t good or bad, it just is. He’s not compelled to say anything, his secrets are his own, but if he tries to lie the truth comes out.

They realise what the curse is when Arthur asks Merlin if he’s okay in his own way of insulting him and Merlin can only compliment him in return,

This is sort of the general vibe of it summed up in a bit of dialogue:

Arthur: Merlin, why the hell would you jump in front of a curse!

Merlin: I wasn't going to let you get hurt.

Arthur: You idiot! You’re not a knight!

Merlin, increasingly more passionately complimenting him as he tries and fails to insult him: Well you're a reckless good man and I care about you too much! I- I mean- you're a great king! You're smart and pretty!

(Arthur’s stood there looking shocked, unable to react, getting slightly flustered at being called pretty. Merlin realises there’s one insult that still works because it’s become a term of endearment for him)

Merlin: Prat! Haha! It works!

Merlin: You're a prat and I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt!

Merlin: Damnit! Why isn’t this working?!

Arthur, realising what’s happening, teasing: Why isn’t what working, Merlin?

Merlin: Calling you a kind hearted, too good, smart and talented golden kingly prat! I give up! *storms off into the woods*

Then there’s a confession, cute Merthur moments, and Arthur gets to learn about magic because Merlin needs to tell him the trr about it before the spell can be broken.

If anyone has any ideas for what I can name this, it’d be greatly appreciated. The titles are always the worst part of fics

[zepskies]

Hey, Zep! Can you tell me more about Wake Up Call? :)

Hey there! 💜

Certainly! Re: the WIP game, here's a bit about that one:

Wake Up Call

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. (18+)

Finally, something for Sam, right? 😂 After writing Rest for Dean, equal parts hurt/comfort and fluff, I’ve been itching to do some “early morning” fluff for Sam…

👀 Sneak Peek

Unlike Dean, Sam isn’t one to be sentimental.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. On the contrary, he hordes and treasures memories in his mind, rather than on his shelves.

It also means he’s not one to collect things just to have them. There has to be a practical use, like the way good books can be read again. Even his dad’s journal is a useful resource, not just a record of the man’s most significant words, and in some ways, his legacy.

Sam’s room is function, not fluff.

That is, until you invaded.

Coming in December!

[haikyu-mp4]

for the WIP game - Ogre yellow with Suna?

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Orge yellow – Suna

The first time Suna came home with his new EJP uniform, your nose did this little scrunch that he had only seen before when you smelled some food you didn’t like.

“It’s kind of… ogre yellow. But you look handsome anyways, babe.”

He squinted at you with suspicion, ending the conversation with a grumble as he tucked the jersey and shorts away in his closet, pouting the rest of the evening.

This is just some silly stuff. The idea is that reader thinks Suna is always just joking around and doesn't realise Suna really wanted reader to wear his jersey but he didn't want to ask after the ogre comment. So reader has to do some serious comforting.

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[thebarontheabyss]

This tale starts with your death.

Read WIP here

(Current wordcount: 240k!)

You remember only the moth, carrying you through the cosmos.

And so, the Abyss beckons you.

Now, you are a spirit, immortal. After a meeting with the Grim Reaper, Death, you were gifted with a peculiar inheritance: a bar.

This mysterious establishment and the Abyss around it serve as a nexus, connected to every realm in existence. It's a haven where spirits and deities, devils and angels, converge to drink and revel.

Yet, beneath the surface, an unease stirs. A voice calls out in your dreams—a loneliness that echoes through the Abyss. Why does it seek you?

A motley crew of spirits and immortals, each hailing from distant corners of the realms, stands with you. Bonds are waiting to be formed, or even love that transcends death itself—perhaps even with Death themself.

Manage your bar, where serving a drink to a god or an eldritch entity is just another day's work. Unravel a cosmic mystery, go on a date in infernal Hell, witness the universe's creation, or unlock the arcane secrets of magic.

Your new afterlife awaits.

A narrative-driven experience focused on character development and storytelling.

Play as any gender or none.

Shape your personality through meaningful choices.

Engage in deep and complex relationships with a diverse cast of characters.

Romance mortals and immortals alike - if you want poly, purely physical, or asexual - they will respond in kind.

Explore the afterlife, visit realms of immortals and gods, and uncover the dark secrets of the bar.

M\F\NB (Poly or Monogamous paths) Death reveals a surprising warmth beneath their eternal duty.

Is there room for love within their everlasting embrace? Read more >>>

M\F (Poly or Monogamous paths) This devilish being, a powerful magnet of desire, seeks more than power in the bar’s shadows.

Who dares to pursue the heart behind the flame?

Read more >>>

M\F (Poly or Monogamous paths) The Witch, with their feline companion, seeks a lost soul, their magic stirring trouble and passion alike.

Can a mortal love thrive in the spirit realm?

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M (Monogamous path)

A mercenary turned security guard, Hastur carries an immortal burden, guilt born of past battles and sacrifices.

Will your love heal his wounds?

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NB (Monogamous path) The spectral diva enchants with their voice, their performance a dance of beauty tinged with the sorrow of eternal life.

Can your love find a new song for them?

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M\F\NB (Monogamous path) A shade keeps the bar’s order, and his silence holds the weight of cosmic secrets and the tapestry of existence.

Will your heart fall for the being behind the shadow?

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With feathers dark and wit sharp, The Raven’s history is as rich as the bar itself. He offers piercing insight beneath a layer of humor.

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The stern soothsayer-turned-accountant Yaga guards the bar’s fortune while wrestling with her own spectral regrets and wisdom.

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Shelly, the bar’s assistant, brings life-affirming warmth but seeks a new family to fill the void of her lost one.

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Welcome to the cosmos: the tapestry of existence, a complex weave of ever-changing realms. Each domain is a thread in the grand design.

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Feedback on any typos, grammatical errors, or other textual issues.

Notes on any continuity errors to ensure a smooth and logical progression.

Thoughts and opinions on the plot, characters, and overall narrative experience.

Don't be shy about sending your feedback - as small as it may be. I'll be answering and taking each into consideration. You are very welcome to post your reviews here!

The game explores themes of Death in various forms, including suicide.

Alcohol indulgence and its various side effects (hangovers, vomiting, etc.)

Sexual themes (currently only non-explicit)

[dangerpronebuddie]

Maggie, you know I love the Paranoia fic, but what is Brad spec? 👀

Chris!! I could not shake the urge we had to drop Eddie off a cliff and have it be Brad's fault (Sorry Eddie). I haven't gotten very far with it yet, but here's a little something something for you 🥰:

"I've got this!” Brad says in an overdramatic, serious voice. He pushes Buck aside and presses the buttons on the winch. Including the brake release. The winch grinds and groans, and then Eddie's line slides through the pulley. There's shouts around them, but Buck's mind is silent, the anger leaving him along with the air in his lungs. He lunges for Eddie's line, wrapping the rope around his forearms and digging his heels into the dirt. The momentum from Eddie's fall pulls on the line, the rope scraping his arms and the palms of his hands, but he only tightens his grip. “The brake's jammed!” Chim yells from behind him. “Hang on, kid,” comes Bobby's voice. He stands behind Buck and grabs the line as Hen approaches the cliff side. “Eddie!” she yells down. Buck holds his breath. “Eddie!” she yells again. Buck's sure his heart's racing, sure there's nothing but fear in his veins, but all he feels is the scrape of the rope against his skin. The weight of Eddie in his palms.

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[kibermonakh]

thanks for tagging me @jashonja

dunno who to pass on so whoever sees this and would like to participate - do it! Back in the pre-lobotomy days Durge already liked to cook, but instead of usual meat he butchered his own victims: dwarves went for various steaks and minced meats, gnomes and halflings were dry-cured whole, elves was steamed with mushrooms and various sauces, half-orcs and humans combined nicely in spicy sausages, and tieflings were brewed into gelatine, especially their tails and horns. Durge used to be local Bhaal cult's Gordon Ramsay х) Durge doesn’t remember this specifically, but he obviously has his own guesses, and his hands still somehow cope with preparing meat dishes, so in retirement Durge decided to go deeper into baking and sweets - it’s more difficult, he doesn’t succeed as he wants, but he still likes it.

[ash-and-starlight]

i was tagged by @ranilla-bean and @erisenyo in both the “last line” and “six sentences” wip challenges soooo wildly rummaging through the 6 5 wips that im working on lately 👀

tagging uhhh the girl (gender neutral) reading this 🫵 if u feel like sharing or talking about your wips feel free to do so!!