#lizhly

[pocketramblr]

hello! trick or treat?

Hello and happy Halloween! Have a box of purple nerds, an assortment of different flavored kit-kats, and a single serve bottle of orange juice!

Then again, there was probably a reason they hadn’t wanted to name the kid Patrick. There could be a similar reason that Bruce didn’t end up with any Kane relatives and instead they let him just hang out with a butler for a decade- human children were given families. Superboy was a natural exception to that. Bruce, one decidedly less so.

[adhdavinci]

WIP Wednesday: Oedipus

some more for the masses :3 answering for 9 prompts from 9/4 and 9/11!

thanks to: @whimsicalmeerkat x2, @lizhly, @eriquin, @stonemaskedtaliesin, @somefishycat

welcome to: @sourb0i x2 and @asha10100101010

thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes as well! answering them a month late lol

⚠️ incest mention, mild emetophobia warning

“Shall we adjourn to the private meeting room I saw on the way up?” she suggests with a slight eyebrow raise. Something sensitive, then. Or maybe she's just tired of the vomit smell. “Ah - of course.” Sig pats Jak's back lightly. “Keep an eye on him for me, Dax.” “Obviously,” the ottsel grumbles, one paw holding Jak's hair, the other keeping the bucket steady. Sig doesn't have to worry, even though Daxter can't see his grateful smile. The walk to the private meeting chamber isn't a long one, but something in the Governess’ gait makes it feel even shorter. “You in a hurry?” Sig asks as they approach the door. “Don't want to keep you from your beloved,” she replies, a tad too lightly. The last word isn't emphasized, exactly, but it rings sour. Sig waits until the heavy door is closed behind them. Arms crossed, he confronts, “Alright, out with it.” “What's that mean?” “Don't try to mess me around,” Sig points at her. “You didn't have us leave just for peace and quiet. So what is it?” She sighs through her nose. “Damas really chose a worthy successor. Speaking of, how is Jak handling everything? His own father…” Her stance matches Sig's, powerful and unmoving. “Quite a scandal, if that gets out.” Sig's jaw clenches involuntarily. “Everyone knows Jak is Mar,” he grits out, “he announced that himself. You commented on it - the Mar. Did you know he was kidnapped by your own father?” A bit heavy on the deflect, but she'd gone straight for the heart - Sig's swordplay is rusty, but still, he knows how to defend. He holds that piercing emerald gaze with his own. Ashelin blinks. “He'd already escaped by the time I did.” “And yet you had his beacon.” “Yes,” she says, simply, but with a distinct undercurrent. He's getting to her; good. “I couldn't exactly leave it in Veger's care. And I made sure the Underground found Mar first.”

[demonlike-judge-of-fire]

choi yuseong from trapped in a webnovel as a good for nothing!! if not him, then lee hyunsung!

LIZHLY????????????????????????/pos

ANYWAY trapped in a webnovel as a good for nothinf has been in my to-read since foreveeeeeer so ill take this as a final push and binge it later since its the weekend

meanwhile, lee hyunsung

GAHHH ORV JUST DOESNT FEEL LONG ENOUGH. oz made my love for him finally click and then Static. :( there shoulsve been MOREEE all i remember of him r jokes and tgat is SAD

999!lhs is such a fun thought that added nicely to him though:) im hapy with that

"why is there a frowny face"BECAUSE. he does indeed work better in dynamics(hes the SHIELD the motherfucoign SHIELDDDD AND HE IS ALSO THE STEEL FUCKING SWORD BUT THE SHIELDDDDDDD R U SRS) and that doesnt feel good to me. i cant form coherent thoughts but I WANT MORE INDIVIDUAL LHS his pov is such a treasure........

[aparticularbandit]

hello!! thrall of magic??? very much into the whole "magic restricting your freedom even/especially if that freedom is death" thing you have going on

WIP Wednesday Game

I'm glad you liked the snippet! Hopefully this lives up to it. ><;;;;;

Agatha paints on her best Agnes smile and gives a little nod.  “Sure thing, hon.  Don’t know what I’d do without Westview!”  She forces her eyes to light up, which isn’t hard, given how comforted she is with what she has done inside her new house.  “Can I help you with something?”

Sarah’s dark eyes widen the smallest bit, and on an instinct, she reaches out, places a hand on Agatha’s, and whispers in a hush, “I saw what Wanda did to you.  I’ve been there.  If there’s anything I can do to—”

“You don’t need to worry about me, dear.”  Agatha turns her hand under Sarah’s and bids the smallest thread of violet magic to course through the fingers of her other hand.  “I’m very well protected.”  She glances up again and meets Sarah’s eyes.

“Oh.”  Sarah’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t rip her hand away.  “If that’s…if that’s true, then why stay here with us?  Don’t you want to leave?”

Agatha chuckles.  “No, dear, I don’t want to leave.”  Her head tilts to the side in a way not quite like her but quite like the other witch who left them all behind.  “Maybe I want to stay and see how everything is rebuilt.”

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Idk! for wip wednesday, i mean :D

Thank you for sending in -- my day has ended not so great, but this picked it back up, so genuinely, thank you 🫶🏼

Uh-oh, do I need to take you in for plotting against the current monarch? Ima jokes, and Claire Elizabeth can't help the giggle that slips out.

I work for Her Majesty! Directly employed! I happen to think she does a wonderful job of running New Atlantis.

Oh really? What a coincidence! I also work for Her Majesty. How did we never cross paths? Ima pokes her arm. Tell me, have you ever come across the princesses? I hear they're total spoiled brats.

Hey! We might be spoiled, but we aren't brats, Ima.

[formosusiniquis]

storebought productivity! what a concept! I love it!

Bangfic pt3?

i couldn't share yesterday when i technically got this ask, but i actually could rn if i wanted. but instead i'm gonna share a bit of facts and pearls.

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The human shield once again. Steve will be the bad guy. The second brother who couldn’t be counted on. Steve will have to come up with a way to say no that doesn’t drip with resentment, so Hopper can come in and save the day. Steve will be the unreliable teenager fleeing responsibility, nobody cares that it’s a responsibility he’s been happily shouldering for two years. Sure, he complains but that’s mostly for show.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my October 23rd post here; Nights' End for @asha10100101010 and @lizhly, thanks! (Gosh I hope I've got this. X'D)

Sighing under the stroke of fingers twining through her hair, then loose again to trail over her neck, Mizuki snuggled a little closer. Adam hummed, soft and pleased, and cupped the nape of her neck. His hand was chill - so was the rest of him - but Mizuki’s heart throbbed achily with warmth to be here with him. For him to be here, with her, rather. ‟I cannot return, and the gates are closed at your will,” he had said, standing in the little garden outside as the moonlight glimmered on the flowers around him, ”but while the moon’s final quarter shines. . .” He could visit, because of the bond between them, heart and soul - and because Mizuki’s soul had passed into death and back, even in this life, and lost nothing of herself.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

hi there. Sanctuary Clans and Marriages for wip wednesday?

Hello! Thank you!

Helen didn't say anything, didn't give any indication that she was paying attention to them, but listened carefully as they discussed the men that had been presented to her. It seemed Prince James was the most favorable among her handmaids, for the virtues of being the eldest, from the most mysterious clan, and handsome on top of that. Prince Nigel seemed to be the least favored, because of his plain looks and the familiarity in which he had conducted himself towards her. As if those were the reasons she would consider them or not, especially when Helen's current opinions were skewed the other way. James, she would approach with caution for those very reasons. Nigel's conduct made him more intriguing than the others.

[lazinesswrites]

hello, i'm doing well, how are you? have another distraction! Cross doesn't kill the Lt for wip wednesday?

Hi, that's good to hear! I'm doing... better than I was Wednesday, I think. Here you go, and entire four sentences for you:

Hunter knows Crosshair will need his squad, his family, now more than ever. He also knows that they can’t just act like these last many months never happened, and they can’t drown him in their affection either, as much as they all want to. They’ll need to give him some space to sort himself out, and wait for him to reach out to them when he needs or wants their help. In the meantime, the best they can do is to keep him rested and fed, keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get worse, and just… be there, without smothering him.

Find the rules and titles for this week's WIP Wednesday ask game here.

[planeoftheeclectic]

hello! tfp?

Juuuust about got under the buzzer with this one. Thanks!

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Columbo scratched his head. "How would they go about that?"

"Any number of ways, I would imagine. Perhaps a spritz of cologne. At any rate, that possibility expands the time frame for the crime considerably."

[adhdavinci]

WIP WED - Monster RP

5 prompts from 8/28! exactly the length of half my reply lol

Thanks to: @wizisbored , @auburnlaughter , @lizhly , @aparticularbandit , and @post-and-out (for the 2fer!)

⚠️🔞 NSFW, somewhat dubcon

As Ashelin stepped closer, Jak fought against his scorching muscles, trying desperately to move out of the embarrassing position. All of his nightly fantasies of getting pinned and mounted like the submissive bitch he was - but this wasn't how he wanted it - he wasn't ready…! A clawed hand stroked his hair, and his mouth opened to cry out, tell her to stop -

Suddenly, he was enveloped in a warm embrace… and not the kind he was expecting. Thick plumage tickled his nose as Ashelin cooed against him, her warmth nearly stifling, but so different from the fire in his own veins. Her voice purred soothingly over his ears; tremors continued to wrack Jak's limbs, but the hurt was a lot less physical now, more of a pang deep inside his heart.

The crack of the water bottle made Jak jump a little under Ashelin's wings. He watched with big eyes as the container traveled from her lips to his, and when the instruction came, his mouth opened readily, tongue extending just a bit to catch the precious water. Some of it spilled down his cheeks and over his chin - wait, no… those were tears. Drops sparkled off his lashes as he tried furiously to blink them back, but it was too late, the emotions streaming in earnest now.

Closing his eyes, Jak gave in to the feelings, the calming embrace, the flood of fire through his body. His legs wrapped around Ashelin's thigh, soaked lips rubbing against her leg in little thrusts even as he continued to follow her instructions. With every swallow, his head felt clearer… and somehow, his stomach emptier… the fire had already burned right through his breakfast. His trembling increased as his stomach growled.

[veteratorianvillainy]

superpowered cowboys!!!

My week went off the rails, so I'm only just getting to all of these 😅

WIP Wednesday - make me write | Superpowered Cowboys

With a barely audible growl, Jexper released the shirt. He glared balefully at the doctor. Wildon stared back, unimpressed.

[obstinaterixatrix]

I think one of air’s prospective names for tiny was pigeon

tiny doesn’t like being carried but sometimes she likes being held so she’ll like… sit on my arm while I’m holding it up

[aparticularbandit]

aight!!! The Thrall of Magic again!

WIP Wednesday Game

Thanks so much for sending this in! You get small child.

But Emily doesn’t look up at Agatha at all.  Instead, she stares down at her feet, running fingers through her straight brown hair, pulling some of it over and chewing on it.  She swallows hard.  “Hello.”

Agatha crouches down in front of her.  “Hi,” she says.  “I’m Agnes.”

“Mama says that you’re a witch,” Emily says before Agatha can say anything else.  She finally looks up and meets Agatha’s eyes with her own large brown ones.  “Does that mean you’re going to hurt us like the other scary witch lady did?”

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

six sentences... hope that's not too much good luck

Agatha's Belated Birthday Fic (Salem!Agatha x Salem!Wanda)?

It was a bit of an undertaking, but the fics definitely benefited from it!

Here's for the birthday fic:

Agatha startles.

“I- what?”

Wanda smiles.

“I said happy birthday, you goof.”

“Oh.”

Agatha doesn't know why she feels so… Hurt.

No, not hurt.

Just…

Her heart hurts. Her chest.

It isn't hurt.

But it feels like hurt.

She doesn't know what this emotion is.

[formosusiniquis]

today - pt 3?

thanks for playing! i can't share from today cause it's a bang fic and must stay top secret, so please enjoy a couple sentences from audiobook instead

WIP Wednesday | Make Me Write

“Get to the point then, Henderson so I can get back to work.”

She will graciously ignore his eye roll, until it’s time to collect the kids and go home. Then she thinks she’ll remember it just to force him to sit in the back seat. Will can have shotgun today, he deserves it. Or maybe she’ll really make Dustin pay for being obnoxious and let Wheeler have the front seat. The kid is eighty percent leg these days, letting him sit up front might even count as charity work.