#wip & ask tag game

[ominouspuff]

ooooh can i see something from "the one about gentleness"?

This one is a large/ambitious image, but here is a section. The idea behind it is “gentleness is a choice” — a major hc of mine for Cody in the RepGA fix-it AU, right alongside the “Cody as a military prodigy that could be (and occasionally is) terrifying”.

@lunaemoth @thepatchycat, since you wanted to see this one too (I’ll also address your second choice options, just wanted to include you here as well.)

[l3ominor]

tagged by @batrogers and @musical-chan so here we go XD

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

here's my list!

Recalled Febuwhump 2025

Sticks and Stones

Captain and Twilight horrors

Dark Blades

Blind Faith, Blind Rage

Dragons Child 4th draft

Shadow vs. Sunset

no pressure tags @triforce-of-mischief @aur0ralights @trippygalaxy @here4dragons @phoenix-arts7 @plateapus @artemistorm and anyone else who wants to join!

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

ty @shoot-i-messed-up for inviting me (technically my main blog @light-the-spark-of-dawn but I realized that some of the people I'm gonna tag might not know that one) to this ask game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

WIPs:

Kim & Kal

Ichibayashi

Uncle Hal

Branching Paths

@effietrinket1619 @ikibli @oceanicairways @aj-artjunkyard you've been drafted (no pressure) and anyone else who sees this and wants to play can also join in!

[savethepinecones]

WIP game: psych ghost gus au

ooh okay so gus is a ghost and shawn is actually psychic on top of having his observational skills. basically shawn still picks up on clues but any time gus adds vital info its technically a legit psychic thing. gus is the only ghost shawn can interact with (think like "spirit guide" type stuff). gus is still afraid of ghosts

[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?

———

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."

[wings-of-ink]

Hello, my friends!

Just wanted to pop in with some info and updates.

*The "Cursed Birthday" won the 2k follower celebration poll. Sorry dads! I don't have an ETA for that just yet. I may write it here and there until the end of the year as the motivation strikes. I think the easiest way to tell the tale would be from Oswin's POV or even a shifting POV between him and Da (Kip). I'll decide for sure once I begin to write it. Also playing with the idea of doing this in Twine to make it playable. That way you could put your MC's specifics in for maximum emotional damage.

*I will still write things about the dads though, so all my Papa and Da fans out there won't be left in the dark forever.

*I will be "patching" Chapter 5 in the near future. I redid Zahn's scene (again) which gave me such a headache on release day. I formatted the beginnings in a much more streamlined way and fixed some bugs. When I have more time to sit and go through error reports, and make more corrections to typos, grammar, and code - then I will put the patch through.

*All chapters will be getting a scrub for issues in the text in the coming months. I will do my best to find them, but self-editing is very difficult (there's good reason that professional editors exist). In the future, I may need to ask for testers/editors.

*ASKS will be changing a bit. I do not know the full extent of how because it's a trial by fire. The rules will be updated as I come across things. But, here's why:

Spoiler prevention - as much as it is possible, I want to limit spoiling content for both new and existing readers. Not just for the plot points that are developing, but also for our mystery suitor who will have a lot of unraveling in the coming chapters. I will probably make a specific tag for answers that may contain spoilers, but some of the issue is the information in the Ask itself, which I can't hide. I may opt to compile these in a big post like once a month or so. This way, if anyone does not want to see anything spoilery, it's easier to avoid.

Time management - reaction asks specifically will remain limited and they will honestly have to be a lower priority depending on the condition of my inbox. I am very sorry for this, but these can take an inordinate amount of time. I write this IF in my downtime from work and personal life, and I also use those moments to manage Tumblr. I need to balance those so I can work toward releasing more of the IF.

Patreon - I still plan to give Patreon a go probably starting January. This will help me fund things for the game, such as art, and help me justify spending even more of my time writing chapters and extras. But like everything else, I will need to allot time to work on these things.

Personal Development - I'm taking a coding class! I can work on it at my leisure and it won't take a ton of time during the week, but it will take me out of my Tumblr time a little bit I think. Fingies crossed, I will learn a lot that will help me code a better game for you!

*Inbox - I have several Asks awaiting responses about chapter 5. As noted above, I am holding these due to spoilers to give readers a chance to catch up. (I may opt to compile these in one large post.)

Anyway, that's all for now (it's at least all I currently remember, lol).

Take care, all!

~Lunan ^_^

[umbrellajam]

very interested to hear more about your "robin must die!" WIP 👀👀👀 it reminds me of a classic comic headline!!!!

(tbh I want to know more about ALL of them, but--)

ehehehe, it's definitely meant to evoke the old comics headlines! c:

okay so, Robin Must Die! involves a 16-year-old Dick Grayson being attacked by an unknown Rogue with unknown motives who suddenly appears in Gotham hunting Robin.

this is super alarming, obviously, because Dick IS in his civilian persona at the time--holy blown secret identity, Batman!--and also in public, with a bunch of bystanders around getting caught in the cross-fire while the Rogue wreaks havoc and Dick tries to either neutralize him or lead him away without confirming all the shouting this guy is doing about Robin--

--and then the attacker blows right past him to snatch up this dark-haired saucer-eyed civilian kid who's been underfoot the whole time like "AHA, got you, you little bastard!"

And promptly tries to kill him.

which. what. the kid's like EIGHT or something, how old does this guy think Robin IS--but no time for that, Dick has to prevent a mistaken-identity murder before he can figure out what the heck's going on.

shenanigans ensue as the two boys go on the run under hot pursuit. who is this asshole that won't go down, why is he so convinced that this Tim Drake kid is Robin, and why does he want The Boy Wonder dead??

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👽100 Question Sci-Fi Worldbuilding Ask Game🚀

Do you have a sci-fi world? Does it have aliens, robots, and/or apocalypses? Do you want to talk about it for way too long? Look no further than this ask game to give you an excuse! Remember to send an ask to the person you reblog it from to make sure everyone gets to play!

📅 How far in the future is your WIP set? Is it a “near” or “distant” future?

🌍 What’s the state of the Earth in your WIP? Basically the same? Better or worse? Does it even exist at all?

🏥What’s the state of healthcare technology in your WIP? Are diseases like cancer obsolete, or is a cure still far off?

♿What’s the state of assistive technology in your WIP? How are people with disabilities managing their conditions?

💅What’s the state of cosmetic technology in your WIP? Are people getting painless tattoos in 15 minutes, or are they still box-dyeing their hair in the sink?

🔋What’s the state of energy technology in your WIP? Is solar old news, or still being fought for?

🚗What’s the state of transportation technology in your WIP? Are there hundreds of mass-market spaceships, or are cars still stuck on the ground?

📱What’s the state of communication technology in your WIP? Do people communicate through their microchipped brains, or is a cell phone still the best way to get a hold of someone?

🏢What’s the state of architectural technology in your WIP? Are there cities floating in the sky, or are houses still made of bricks and steel?

🧑‍🌾What’s the state of agricultural technology in your WIP? Can any plant be grown to excess anywhere in the galaxy, or are farms still beholden to nature?

🎭What’s the state of entertainment technology in your WIP? Are hologram TV shows the best way to spend a Friday night, or is it still Netflix and Chill?

🪛What’s the state of manufacturing technology in your WIP? How are things being produced?

🪖What’s the state of military technology in your WIP? Are armored giant robots fighting wars, or still regular people with guns?

🤔What kind of technology is still being developed in your WIP? What’s something they’re still trying to figure out?

💼What sorts of jobs exist in your WIP that don’t exist currently?

🤷Are there any jobs that seem obsolete, but still exist? Why are they still around?

🏈Have any new sports or games been invented with the advancement of technology? What are they?

💵Is currency different in your WIP? Is it all digital, or does physical money still play a role?

✊What is the social climate of your setting? Has society progressed towards equality or regressed? Has it stayed mostly the same?

😠What’s happening politically in your setting? Are tensions brewing, a cold war threatening to go hot? Has there been peace for generations?

🌌Are humans living amongst the stars in your setting? Are they somewhere other than on Earth?

🚀Did humanity abandon Earth for other planets? Why?

👋Were there any humans left behind on Earth, while the rest disappeared into the stars? What happened to them?

❌Does humanity have any sort of “Prime Directive” à la Star Trek – are there limits about what they can do when they discover a new planet (inhabited or not)? If not, why not?

⛳How many planet settlements do humans have across the galaxy? What’s the biggest non-Earth human stronghold?

🏜️How many of humanity’s settlements on other planets have been abandoned? Why?

💰Who’s funding these settlements? Why? What are they for?

😟Do people have mixed feelings about colonizing space? Are there movements to stop humanity’s expansion?

💡Has humanity invented faster-than-light travel? If not, are they working on it?

🌱Has humanity invented the technology necessary to terraform planets? If not, are they working on it?

🧊Has humanity invented “cryosleep” or some way of preserving the body indefinitely? If not, are they working on it?

🛰️Is there a culture among humans who were born on space-stations or ships and don’t truly belong to a planet? How do “planet-born” humans treat them?

☄️Are there humans who travel from station to station, never settling down on a single planet and living amongst the stars? How do others treat them for living this way?

😎Are there any famous (or infamous) planets known for a particular cultural or material export? What is it? Are the planet’s residents annoyed or proud of this notoriety?

👽Have humans made first contact with an alien species? How did it go? If not, is there a possibility they ever will?

🖖Did the aliens reach out to humanity first? Why?

👾How many different kinds of aliens are there in your WIP? Describe them!

🔬How technologically advanced are the aliens in your WIP? Are they at the same level as humans? Far below or above them?

🧬How different are the aliens, biologically, from humans in your WIP? Are they bonding over shared mammalian traits or unable to comprehend each other?

🧍If the aliens and humans are very biologically different, how do they exist in the same area together? Can they?

🗣️How do aliens and humans communicate with each other? Can they?

💭What do the aliens think of humanity? Are they friendly, indifferent, or hostile? What does humanity think of their alien neighbors?

🌕What planet(s) do the aliens come from? How different is it from Earth?

🗺️Do the aliens have settlements on other planets? How many?

⚔️Have the aliens and humanity ever fought over the right to settle a planet? Who won?

🔁Do alien politics influence humanity’s political sphere? In what ways?

🏠Do aliens and humans live together, or does each keep to their own kind? Why?

🤫Are the aliens’ cultural customs something they explain and share openly with humanity, or keep to themselves? Have any humans been invited into the fold?

😲Are there any human customs that the aliens find strange, offensive, gross, or confusing? Which ones?

🛸Are there any stereotypes about the aliens that humans believe? Vice versa?

🤝Are human/alien friendships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

💋Are human/alien sexual relationships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

💒Are human/alien romantic relationships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Are human/alien families normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

👶Is it biologically possible for humans and (any of the species of) aliens to reproduce?

✨Is there an entire galactic society of all aliens in the galaxy, or are the different species largely separate?

💔Are there people, groups, or governments working to change the sociopolitical relationship between humans and aliens, for better or worse?

🤖Has synthetic life been created in your WIP? Robots/androids/etc. that can think and feel like sapient living creatures? If not, is there a possibility it ever will be?

🔨What are synthetic lifeforms made of? How are they powered?

🤩What do synthetic lifeforms look like? Describe them!

🧪Was synthetic life invented on purpose or by accident? How did it happen?

⚙️Were the synthetic lifeforms intended for a specific purpose? What was it? Do they still fulfill this purpose, or reject it?

🧐What do synthetic lifeforms think of humanity (and/or aliens)? Are they friendly, indifferent, or hostile? What do humans (and/or aliens) think about this new form of life?

🟰How are synthetic lifeforms treated, in comparison to humans (and/or aliens)? Are they given the same rights and respect as a biological organism?

🏭How are synthetic lifeforms made? Are they mass-produced? Was there a set number built, never to increase?

⛓️‍💥If a synthetic lifeform gets damaged, how do they get the damage repaired?

💄Are there cosmetic options synthetic lifeforms use to spruce themselves up? What kinds?

➕Are there “upgrades” or optional parts that the synthetic lifeforms can get installed if they want? What kinds?

⚠️Are there any unique dangers that synthetic lifeforms face that biological organisms don’t?

💀Can synthetic lifeforms ever die? Do many of them think about death?

🍼How do synthetic lifeforms feel about being created out of parts, like an object, instead of “born”?

😢Are there synthetic lifeforms that wish they were biological organisms instead? Are there humans (and/or aliens) that wish they were synthetic?

🫂Are biological/synthetic friendships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

❤️‍🔥Are biological/synthetic sexual relationships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

🥰Are biological/synthetic romantic relationships normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

💕Are biological/synthetic families normal or disgraceful? From one or both sides?

🪤Are there people, groups, or governments working to change the sociopolitical relationship between biological and synthetic lifeforms, for better or worse?

🐒Has humanity evolved past the point where we would recognize ourselves? Does that species still call itself “human”?

😵Is humanity, as we think of it today, extinct? What happened?

🔭Are there still humans out there somewhere, even if they’re all presumed dead?

❓What took humanity’s place on Earth, if anything?

🗽Do cultural artifacts of human society remain?

📚Is the abandoned society on Earth a site of study or mystery?

🛤️What does society on Earth look like without humans? Is there one?

0️⃣Has the human population been devastated to almost nothing? What happened?

🤏What does society look like with only a fraction of the humans that used to exist in it?

💥Did the Earth go through some kind of apocalyptic disaster? What was it?

⛺How does humanity exist on Earth after the apocalypse? Where do they live?

🚰Are resources scarce? How do people survive?

🐣How many generations have passed since the apocalypse?

😷Is the post-apocalyptic Earth toxic to live on, or just dangerous?

🖥️How far did humanity get, technologically, before the apocalypse? What remnants of that technology are left?

🩻Are people trying to build humanity back up to what it used to be? Are they trying to pave a new way forward?

📖Is history already repeating itself on the post-apocalyptic Earth? Are humans already making the same mistakes that got them here in the first place?

💐Are people kinder on the post-apocalyptic Earth? Are people more willing to cherish what life still exists instead of squandering it?

🌠Do people have hope that humanity will survive? Are they convinced humanity is doomed?

🙅Were there people completely untouched by the apocalypse? How?

👓Was humanity able to see the apocalypse coming and prepare? Did it help?

🏞️Is there anyone alive who remembers what the Earth was like before the apocalypse? Does anyone believe them?

🃏Wild card! Mention anything else about your WIP that you want!

[zepskies]

Sleepless Nights?

Hey Beka! Hope you're doing well on this chill Saturday. 💜

Ooh yeah, re: the WIP Tag Game, I'll tell you about this upcoming little one-shot! Thanks so much for asking. 🥰

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: After a tryst you instigated in the backseat of his Baby, you and Dean have started something new. He’s just not sure that you’re as “all in” as you claimed to be.

This one is a request from one of my patrons on Patreon (coming out tomorrow there!). It's basically a sequel to Maybe More Than Enough, though it can be read as a stand-alone.

Sneak Peek:

Blearily he cracked his eyes open, unearthed an arm from where it was tucked under his pillow, and carefully raised his phone to check the time, trying not to let the light from the screen burn his retinas in the still dark room.

4:00 a.m.

He groaned. Goddamn it.

He turned over onto his other side to face where you should’ve been lying next to him. He frowned when he saw nothing but the sheets pulled back and a dented, empty pillow.

No matter how he fought it down, a small tinge of worry, and the beginnings of disappointment churned in his gut. His brows furrowed.

Did you regret it already?

Coming soon on 11/14!

[merlyn-bane]

Since I love your Teacher AU : ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 please ☺️

I'm so glad you're enjoying that AU!! Here's your snippet<3

The make me write ask game can be found here.

Previous fills can be found here.

I'm still taking them and we are absolutely doing repeats :)

He's summarily scooped up a second later, Cody swallowing down whatever noise Obi-Wan makes at the sudden change in altitude as he's pinned between the wall and Cody's body. He clutches at Cody's shoulders a touch desperately—perhaps just a little lightheaded at the easy display of strength. "Gotta tell me where I'm taking you, baby," Cody murmurs, nipping at his lower lip before he ducks down to start kissing his way down Obi-Wan's throat, which is—not helpful, in terms of Obi-Wan collecting the focus to answer his question.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the writing prompts;

19. For luck - Rom and Leeta

"And then," Bashir was saying - though in truth, Rom was paying only half attention, far too busy thinking about Leeta - "she came right up to me, and kissed me on the lips!"

"Oh, she did, did she?" Chief O'Brien said, scoffing good-naturedly.

"It's true!" Bashir insisted, though he didn't look insulted by the Chief's doubt. He was smiling into his glass, seeming quite delighted by the disbelieving frown on O'Brien's face.

Rom didn't quite understand what was supposed to be so 'unbelievable' about the story. In fact - "It seems pretty believable to me," he said. "Doctor Bashir's always kissing beautiful women." (Including, at one point, Leeta - though not anymore, Rom thought with some pleasure.)

"Yes, but this one was out of his league," the Chief said, batting his hand playfully across the table.

Bashir just smiled bashfully, ignoring the swipe. "Ah, well. You're right about that. She wasn't really interested in me after all. Turns out, she'd just misconstrued the human concept of a 'good luck kiss'".

"Ohh! A 'good luck kiss'!" Rom said eagerly. Then, after a pause, "Uh, what's a 'good luck kiss'?"

The Chief sat back, idly crossing his arms. "Well, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. It's a kiss that you give someone to wish them luck."

"Oh," Rom said, considering that. Luck was always a good thing to have. Perhaps... "Oh! Leeta!" He stood, sending his chair clattering backwards. "I'll be back!" he shouted, then raced from Quark's bar, ignoring his brother's parting shout out dismay.

He needed to find Leeta.

--

"Leeta! Waaaait!" Rom hollered, shuffling through the crowded promenade as quickly as he could manage, chasing after her familiar voice. "Leeta! I need to give you something!"

This would be easier, he thought, if Bajorans could hear as well as Ferengi could.

But, at last, Leeta stopped, turning to find him. "Rom? Rom, what's the matt-"

The rest of her sentence trailed off into a hum as Rom reached up, pulling her down to plant a kiss square on her lips. One of her hands cupped Rom's cheek, soft. Rom didn't really know how long a 'good luck kiss' was supposed to last for - he really should have gotten more details before running off (for example, does it need tongue? Bashir never specified.) - but he thought that this should satisfy it.

He pulled away, grinning toothily up at his wife. "Hi, Leeta," he said.

She smiled down at him, cheeks flushed and lovely as always. "Hi, Rom. What was that for?" she asked, looking bemused and delighted.

"It's a kiss," Rom said, perhaps unnecessarily. "For luck," he added. "It's a hoo-man tradition!"

"For luck? Rom," she asked, laughing, "what are you wishing me luck for?"

Rom blinked. "Uhhh... For your day?"

Leeta beamed at him, and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Well, I think it worked. I do feel pretty lucky now."

Rom grinned. "Me, too."

--

(also if anyone else wants to make a request, the ask game is here. i can't promise they'll get done as quick or be as long as this one is, though!)

[ominouspuff]

GUT. PUNCHER. PLEASE. Ö

(also I see the Plo Coon WIP and I’m in the microwave)

In an instant CC-2224 sees the blue on the other clone and recognizes his enemy — knows it is CT-7567 and knows the name he took and the color of his hair.

All that is in him that is screaming — was (always?) screaming — quietens. His finger does not depress upon the trigger. His hand does not twitch towards the backup blaster on his hip.

An instant, a moment, a breath, and a single thought—

I’m no soldier.

CT-7567’s finger is as quick as he knew it would be. Between one moment and the next, Cody is free.

———

Re: Plo Coon — huehue, yess get microwaved (affectionate) (I’m very excited to show you)

[5typesoftrash]

doing the wip tag even though no one tagged me

Ranchers ~ Tango and Jimmy reunite in the DL afterlife

Ranchers ~ Tango and Jimmy don't reunite in the DL afterlife and Jimmy's bitter about it during LimLife

Ranchers ~ Skyrim AU

Ranchers ~ FFVII AU (c'mon guys. it's me.)

Ranchers ~ romcom plot where Jimmy visits the US for a few months and falls in love with Tango

Ranchers & Boat Boys ~ Tuff Guys x Bad Boys during WL

Boat Boys ~ Tornado Warnings songfic

Ethubs ~ Two Birds songfic

Blood Moon ~ dark SL AU based around Gem's boogeyman task (inspired by If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin)

Blood Moon & Redstone Snap ~ Scott & Pearl arranged marriage AU but they're both gay

Scott & Pearl: Scott has a flashback, Pearl comforts him

Scott Major Free Use Cinematic Universe*

Oneshots in the promised kiss of springtime 'Verse (Ranchers Choir AU)

Grian POV Mumscarian companion fic

Gem POV Blood Moon companion fic

Blood Moon origins fic

Ranchers wedding

Oneshots in the Our Flaws Are Who We Really Are 'Verse (Flower Court Ballet/Dance AU)

Jimmy & Scott's talk

Jimmy & Tango's first time*

Tango & Scott's first time*

Flower Court after closing night*

Proposal

Published series are linked in the replies. * marks a WIP as being sexually explicit, don't ask about it if you don't want to hear about sex. Please send me asks I want to talk about my WIPs so bad.

Anyone who sees this and wants to participate should consider themself tagged.

[kithtaehyung]

works in progress game💥

rules: post your wips as just the titles, and if you get any asks about a title, talk about that wip!

a/n: i was tagged by mittens @newmittens! uhhhh… i know what it looks like🥴 and i left out 8 which i’ll put on a reblog bc of formatting but yeah. well. there you all have it😂 this isn’t even including all the random little ideas i have, too. note: 3tan chrono is the working title for 3tanfugue

💌 wip ask game: which title are you eyeing? 💌

tagging, no pressure as always, just miss a lot of you: @aaagustd @sailoryooons @yoonia @sugaurora @joonary @suga-kookiemonster @hamsterclaw @wwilloww @raplinesmoon @xjoonchildx @jjungkookislife @daegudrama @kingofbodyrolls @melancholy-of-nadia & anyone that wants to do it!

[ofcrowsanddragons]

I want to hear about the Lucavrin drinking scene 👀👀

I WROTE THE BRONCO story! The rest of this fic is going places. SOON. Warning for animal death. Rook is out with Neve (Neverook) when the drinking scene takes place.

Lucanis took a longer sip from the mug, closing his eyes with a sigh. Davrin watched him from the armchair in the corner, lounging with his legs stretched toward the table and his arms resting lazily against the sides of the chair.

“Well, now you have to tell me,” Davrin teased, letting his head fall back against the mosaic, his eyes half-closed.

“That bronco…” Lucanis groaned, lowering his cup so that both arms were crossed in front of his chest. “All right, so you’ve heard Harding’s commentary on how much assassins are paid, yes?”

Davrin hummed. “’Lots,’” he quoted, keeping a straight face.

The assassin cast him a dark look, but Davrin just smiled at him like a cat, all playful innocence.

“Half of our contracts,” said Lucanis, and he paused, looking for words. He looked like he was trying not to ruin the warm mood, and Davrin waited him out. “Most of them, really, are games of one-upmanship among the merchant princes and foreign nobility.”

“So how does a horse factor into that?” asked Davrin, keeping his tone light. “It was a horse, right?”

“You would think!” said Lucanis, his voice lighting up with exasperation as he tipped his cup toward Davrin. “So here I am at the estate of a horse breeder in Southern Antiva who’s pushed some other merchant far enough that they’ve hired a Crow to teach him a lesson. It’s after dinner, so most of the ranch hands are indoors and drinking. And me? I’m much too pleased with myself because, let me tell you, the oxtail stew at the place I was staying, with one of the local red wines?”

“To die for?” asked Davrin.

“You understand. I skirt around the outside of the villa,” he said, “And I make my way toward the pasture where I’ve been told that the prince’s prized breeding stallion is kept. It’s a warm enough time of year, but that should have been a warning sign, you know?”

“Ha,” said Davrin, “Not like a prince to let his favourite animal roam outside of a paddock. At night.”

“And the dehesa, the pasture with the trees, it was communal property,” Lucanis said, pressing a hand to his forehead and running it down his face. “Everyone let their animals graze there.”

Davrin chuckled. “But even someone trying to keep a wild horse would keep the stud in a separate pasture.”

“I didn’t know anything about horses!” said Lucanis with a laugh, setting both forearms on the armrest and leaning forward. “I thought all I needed to do was track the damn bronco and—” he interrupted himself and sighed.

“I’m not that fragile,” said Davrin. He picked up his cup and took a sip of the wine. It was some Tevinter white that he’d picked up in Docktown the last time they’d been through, but Lucanis hadn’t complained about it, and this wasn't the first bottle of it. “So you’re a hotshot baby assassin loaded up with good food and wine, and you’re planning to kill a horse.”

Lucanis leaned forward out of his seat, and through the warm haze of the alcohol and conversation, Davrin let himself admire the liquid grace of the other man. Lucanis came to his feet in an effortless motion and stalked over to the wine bottle on Davrin’s side of the table. He swayed, just a little, as he entered Davrin’s space, leaning toward the hunter like there was a magnetic field that he had to pull away from.

Well. That was interesting.

“It was not just a horse,” Lucanis grumbled, pouring himself a serving of the wine and meeting Davrin’s eyes with too-deliberate calm. “Do you want a top up?” he asked, hefting the bottle.

Davrin let his head tilt to the side as he studied Lucanis standing above him. He held up the cup so Lucanis could pour. “Sure.”

The assassin didn't meet his eyes as he emptied the bottle into Davrin’s cup, and he watched the stream of wine with more focus and care than the task called for. Davrin had to hide a smile at that.

“It was perfect, Davrin,” he complained as he set down the bottle, pulling back and leaning against the mosaic, just out of Davrin’s reach. “I was downwind, nobody had spotted me, and I had a crossbow bolt loaded with enough poison to painlessly kill a horse.”

Davrin leaned forward. “Did you miss?”

Lucanis scoffed. “I did not miss. The bolt hit the horse dead on.”

“So what happened?”

“It exploded,” said Lucanis, “And then I had a skeletal nightmare horse with a flaming head standing directly in front of me, staring into my soul.”

“Yeah,” said Davrin, looking the man directly in the eye as he brought the cup to his lips. “That happens.”

“I was seventeen and had never seen livestock explode into a demon,” said Lucanis dryly. “If it had been a fight, it wouldn't have been nearly as memorable. That demon turned tail and ran like the wind.”

“What?” said Davrin, with a laugh. “I have never seen that happen. It's always a rage demon or something. Tries to smash you flat on the spot.”

“Well this one ran,” said Lucanis, his eyes sparkling as he leaned back so that both shoulders touched the tiles on the wall. He crossed one leg over the other, both arms still crossed. “I had to track that demon through the foothills for weeks.”

Davrin snorted. “You were a big, scary Crow even then, huh?”

“I was a scrawny youth who had barely learned to hold a sword at the right end,” Lucanis corrected, “And I was wearing new boots.”

“Ouch.”

Lucanis give him a small smile and let his eyes dart back to the coffee cup, like he was pleased his story had hit with the right impact. The man swirled the wine in the cup.

[thedeadthree]

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