#wip ask games

[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!)

[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!

[tkwrites]

🐦 (i have been eating up all the little quinn & sarah crumbs today so naturally i had to chime in with an emoji)

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

“Maybe I’ll have to corner you under the mistletoe,” he teased.

“I thought you hated mistletoe,” she said, rolling her eyes. He'd been mildly horrified when he found she'd hung a sprig of it in the doorway between the front hall and the living room.

“I don’t know that I’d hate it with you,” he said, voice soft as he caressed her hips again. “I hated when people would try to corral me under it with some girl they wanted me to date,” he explained. “If it means I get to kiss you, I’m going to take advantage every time I can.”

The very reality that this was his life dawned on him as she giggled. He was so struck by her. By her being here. His life from a year ago had been turned totally upside down. All in good ways, but it was still startling to glance back at how lonely he was last Christmas in comparison to the joy, love, and contentment he felt this year.

[creativenicocorner]

I'm sending you Glow Worms and I /know/ you love any excuse to show off that gorgeous artwork :p

Ah!! ♡ Thank you so much @feather-dancer you're too kind! I haven't been doing much art these days, so thank you for this opportunity to share a few doodles

These are all little somethings from Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills be it ideas, and or things that have happened within the fic (like the bit with Serizawa and the ducks, and the bicycle scene) ♡

(♡˙︶˙♡) Thank you again!

[shelfthe-reader]

So since I had 21 people ask/beg me for sentences in the WIP Wednesday community so I’ve decided to put them all here. And if you see this and you’re not part of the game? Well Merry Christmas here are some 9-1-1 fic snippets for fics that I’m actually gonna finish.

Sentence Count: 63

Word Count: 587

BUCKLEYS TAKE LA???? (Daniel lives/all three Buckleys are First Responders in LA) (12 sentences, 136 words) - @aparticularbandit @auburnlaughter @violet-prism-creatively @enigma-the-mysterious

“Okay,” Evan repeated slowly.  And it really was.  If he could say one thing about Daniel Buckley, it was that he was always true to his word. Even growing up, through all of the uncertainty surrounding Danny’s cancer, he never broke a promise.  “I’m gonna- ” Evan jerked his head towards the front door.  Danny shooed him away and Evan weaved through the house to his room. It was small, a little larger than a closet, with only one small window that he couldn’t truly open.  But the room was cozy. It was his. Looking back, he should have pushed harder in wanting to move into Maddie’s old room after she married Doug. Instead, he relished in the idea of having something - anything - that wasn’t Danny’s before him.  The perks of being the unwanted kid, he figured.

F*** Bobby Nash: The Fic (Lawsuit fic where Buck goes to Austin)(15 sentences, 171 words)- @twyrewolf @wizisbored @quietly-sleeping @hurricanebreeze @loyal-house-of-lupin

At that moment, the only way Buck could describe the interior of the 126 was spacious. Even under construction, he could see the potential. Wait, did they have a locker room, with real doors? And not in the bay? Interesting.  Stationed in the middle of the room, sat two men, almost as figureheads of the operation. One, Buck assumed, was Captain Strand. He had the air of authority, clear to all around him that he’d done this a time or two.  Buck had a harder time figuring out the other. He was younger by at least twenty years, most likely a few more - too young to be the lieutenant. But he had a stack of paperwork the same size as the Captain.  As he approached the table, the younger man looked up, and Buck caught a resemblance between him and Captain Strand. His son, perhaps? But, either way, by the look on the guy’s face, Buck wasn’t sure if he liked him. It reminded him of the scowl he received from his parents far too often.

Re-evaluate Your Decisions Bestie (FBN but Eddie’s POV)(24-ish sentences, 180 words) - @eriquin @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @kalira @lizhly

@kallisto-k @whimsicalmeerkat @tiercell

When was the last time you chose to care about our Buck?” Eddie flinched at Carla’s words. Words that he never thought the kind, caring Carla would say to him. It was bad enough that he was already accused of not giving a shit by his coworkers, but by Carla? It was a stab in the gut. It wasn’t like he did any of it on purpose. If anything, Buck was the one that started it. Eddie, well- Eddie just started to spiral. He lost control of his own actions. Maybe if Buck actually talked to him, things would be different. But they weren’t. “Carla, it’s not- ” “It’s not what, Eddie? What is it ‘not?’ What is it ‘not’ that Buck and the Fire Chief have asked me to tell you all that Buck has put in for a transfer?” What? “A transfer?” Bobby tentatively asked.  ”Carla, what-,” Eddie’s voice cracked. “What do you mean? ” He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t have, even if- “He left, Eddie. And if I’m not mistaken, I think you have something to do with it.”

IVE GOT YOUR BACK (Navy SEAL!Buck secret relationship)(12 sentences, 100 words)- @tamsinswriting @zyrafowe-sny @asha10100101010 @1attheedge

(CW: This is a scene of a woman giving birth. Because of COURSE this scene would be the one I write for my first week here. It’s not graphic because I don’t really want to describe it. But just a precaution because context) (Snippet under cut)

“I’m so sorry Shannon,” Eddie apologized properly, tears welling up in his eyes. Here his best friend was, crying in pain because of his actions.  Shannon groped for his hand and squeezed it.  “Yeah, yeah. But it’s my own fault, Diaz. No need to cry over my decision making skills. Save the tears for when you actually see your child.” Eddie swiped the tears carelessly from his eyes with a small snort.  A nurse decided that now would be a good time to interrupt their little moment.  “Okay Mrs. Diaz- ”  “Not married,” both Shannon and Eddie said.  “-Shannon,” the nurse amended.

[howling-medic]

(i'm not at all like two days after you posted this, what?)

But I want to see your WIPS for the ask game as well!

🌀🌧️💧

(bonus challenge : make me cry?)

I have reached the conclusion that I am sleep deprived, emotionally exhausted, and far too indecisive to make decisions right now, so I simply shall not make any more. Therefore, enjoy many, many snippets of many WIPs. Don't say I didn't warn you about the consequences of throwing down the gauntlet and giving me a bonus challenge.

I realized I have a lot more WIPs in my google drive than I realized, and I really have written a lot of angsty pieces, or at the very least moody ones. I need to stop torturing my muses.

Anywho, here are some summaries of some WIPS, some chunks of angst, and some fun romance (one vaguely spicy and others are just pure romance)

🌀 - Summary of a WIP:

I'm going to give you a few because gods forbid I ever make a decision:

A selection of stories detailing the evolution of an OC, Sairiniel, who is a Dúnedan and Aragorn from the time they met through to possibly the end of their lives (I am still trying to find a natural endpoint). The story's beginning revolves around the growth of Sairiniel and her learning how to lead and govern a nation, as well as the trials and tribulations of two soldiers falling in love and creating a life together. As the third age comes to a close and the fourth age begins, the focus shifts to court politics - and possibly some espionage. 

A snapshot of Aragorn beginning to govern a broken and war torn nation, and all the insecurities it entails. (and me playing with writing in present tense, which is highly uncomfortable)

Trauma and its scars show up in the most unexpected places and times, and it never wears the same face twice. Shadows of a king’s struggles show their face in the real world and in a real life. No one life will mirror another, fictional or real, but the parallels may form a clearer picture. 

🌧️ - Angst:

My dear Star, you have thrown down the gauntlet. Make you cry. Well then, let's see if I can oblige your request. You once again will get multiple snippets

Fic 1: Boromir x Reader -

He had never believed in the tales of old - Gandalf’s teachings. Faramir did. He believed in Eru and the Valar and the Eldar. Boromir never bought it. If they existed, then where were they? Even if they did exist, they clearly had no cares for the Men of the West. He had gone door to door to nearly every door in Minas Tirith to inform mothers, fathers, sisters, wives, and children of one of his troop’s deaths. He could list the doors he hadn’t knocked upon at this point. No, there was nothing and nobody watching over Middle Earth, not if the world could be this cruel.  Now, though? Now he prayed to each and every Valar, to Eru himself, if they could just help him. Just this once. Take him instead. He had always planned to die in battle. Take him. Not you. If there had to be a trade, then take him. With shaking hands, he stripped off your helm and pressed his blood coated and fouled fingers to your pulse. There, on your neck ,there was just the faintest thrum of a pulse. The faintest evidence of your life. Boromir choked back a sob.

Bile burned his throat. His eyes swam. The soldiers around him shifted uneasily. Each piece of armor removed showed more wounds at the joints between the metal and bruises underneath. None as gruesome as your chest or side, but each cut and bruise pained him nearly as much as if it had been inflicted unto himself. Would that he could take them from you.  This time Boromir heard himself scream hoarsely, “Healer, damn you! I need a healer! Or a litter!” Feet scuffled away. “Hang in there, my love,” he whispered and pushed a piece of hair away from your face. “Please, I will never ask anything more of you, if you just hang on.”

Fic 2: Aragorn x Sairiniel

All around Aragon were the dead bodies of men, orcs, horses, trolls, and mumakils. He turned about trying to find a place to search next when his eyes locked on a spot ahead of him. There was a circle of dead Easterlings with one soldier at the center of them all. Their rayment was simple: all gray and simple except for a star on their chest. Aragorn’s heart sank. That simple gray uniform was drenched in enough blood that their tunic and cloak were dyed maroon. And they weren’t moving. The waterskin hit the ground, and he ran. His legs shook and tears welled in his eyes, but he ran with all of his strength. With one final vaulting stride, he cleared the Easterlings.  There she was. Sairiniel’s helm had fallen from her head at some point in the fight, or maybe she had thrown it off in reckless desperation to see more clearly. She had often claimed it made her vision of the battlefield worse. He had even seen her throw it at an orc to daze them before. Sairiniel’s delight when it worked had made Aragorn smile for weeks despite the lecture on recklessness he gave her following the incident. The lecture had been futile, and he had known it would be even before he started talking. Sairiniel had never been renowned for her caution. No, she was well known for her cunning and bravery - that often resulted in rather reckless stunts that were only tolerated and revered because they worked consistently.  He didn’t even know he had screamed. The sound seemed to come from far away, and he only realized it was him when he had to gasp for air. He didn’t realize he was falling until his knees stung on impact. He didn’t know he had begun to weep until his vision swam with tears. All he knew was Sairiniel wasn't opening her eyes, and there was so much blood. Too much blood, and a giant hole in the side of her uniform. Her mail should have blocked most blows, but it was far from impenetrable. Aragorn wept and pulled her to his lap. When she made no sound and did not move, he leaned down and kissed her brow. “Meleth nîn,” he whimpered and cradled her to him.

Fic 3: Aragorn x Arwen

A trembling hand grasps the edge of the desk. Aragorn rises to unsteady feet only to collapse into his chair and face his cluttered desk once more. Only the light of the moon illuminates the papers before him now. His notes from earlier mock him. They hold more riddles than when he first sat down, and very few answers. Just as he reaches for his flint, there is a quiet knock at the door. It opens a crack, and Arwen slips into the room. For just a moment, the room is flooded with the light of the hallway, and then only her candle remains. “Estel, vanimelda, will you not return to our chambers?” There is no reproach in her words, only tenderness and concern. Aragorn responds by ducking his head to obscure his face. He knows without looking, and despite the fact that he cannot hear her skirt around the mess covering his floor, that she will kneel beside him.  Just as he expects, her smooth hands grasp his. They begin the familiar dance. Aragorn leans to the side and rests his head upon hers until the tears stream down his cheeks. Once they drip down onto Arwen, she guides him to the ground next to her, and her embrace envelops him. He need not tell her what plagues his mind tonight. It does not matter. He knows there will be time for that later. For this moment, he simply lets himself rest in her arms. He has no obligation to make a decision or take charge. She guides his movements. Aragorn has no notion of time, but eventually he hears Arwen counting, and he matches his breathing to it. The tears subside. Each time he loses the rhythm, she picks it up again. Time and time again, he tries. “There you go, mêleth,” she says when he can finally look at her. He wasn’t sure when, but at some point Arwen had adjusted her hold to place two fingers on the pulse in his wrist. “How about we sit a moment?”

💧 - Romantic and/or spicy:

Vague spicy:

When they woke far too few hours after finally falling asleep, it was in a tangle of limbs and with sheets haphazardly thrown atop them. Sairiniel had bite marks and bruises covering her chest just below where they would be visible beneath any of her court appropriate clothing, and a single stray bruise behind her ear that - thankfully - could be hidden if she wore her hair down for the day. It would not be the first time her maids had to style her hair creatively for such a reason. Aragorn was equally covered in bite and scratch marks; however, Sairiniel had always been more skilled in keeping his in places that were discrete.

Romance (ish? Warriors in love?)

He watched her move through the crowd of orcs with deadly precision and grace. Lithe and surefooted, she looked like she was dancing with her red hair flowing behind her, and if it weren’t for the screams left in her wake, it would be easy to believe she was. Her shortsword and dagger moved through the air like extensions of her arms. Each movement lethal. Block, cross parry, riposte, slash, pivot and start with a new combatant. Merciless. She left a trail of corpses as she moved.  Aragorn had just a moment to watch before he drew his blade to the ready. Just a moment to fall in love all over again. Grim faced as he was, he grinned as the first orcs closed the gap to come just in range of his sword. When Sairiniel broke through the last of the enemies, she would double back and take up her spot beside him. Just as he had for years, Aragorn would fight beside his fiery warrior, but first he held the line while she danced.

Boromir the brave, Boromir Captain of the White Tower, Boromir the Fool in Love:

Even when both of you fell silent, Boromir found it hard to keep his eyes on the sights beyond. His beloved city was ever its most beautiful at this hour. With some frequency he would come to the end of the cliff to take in exactly this sight, and it could hold him mesmerized until he found himself standing in the dark. On this night, his eyes kept drifting back to you. The way the light played off your hair, and the way the color of your eyes changed with the shifting shades of the sky were far more beautiful and captivating than the vista before him. You smiled, one of pride. Boromir followed your gaze: Osgiliath. The Jewel of Gondor. The city you won back together. “I wish you did not have to leave so soon.” Boromir’s voice was so quiet that it was hardly more than a whisper and a breeze could have blown the words away. “In a way, I do too, but I take pride in being a Ranger. It is something for which my heart has long yearned.” The sights beyond held your gaze for another moment, and you turned from them to face Boromir. “Is that all you heart years for?” His eyes were full of hope and fear in equal measure. Your heart raced, you could hear it pounding in your ears.  Seeing your eyes widen, Boromir took a deep breath. He slid slightly closer. His hands itched to reach for yours, but he kept them at his side. “I do not expect you to feel as I do, but that is how my heart feels for you. My heart wishes for you, it has for a long while now - and I have simply been foolish to not realize it sooner. I could have told you months ago, if I had only recognized my feelings. Forgive me for making you wait this long.” He had said it. It was not even close to anything he had practiced, but it was the truth. Once he fell silent, Boromir searched your eyes for any indication of what you were feeling, but all he saw was shock on your face. Then you took a long, slow breath. Ever so gently, you laid one hand on his. “Before I answer, there is something I must know: are you willing to continue yearning for me, to watch the horizon from these walls for my return?” “If the walls are too close in this city, then I would never dream of caging you behind them. I have spent years watching the horizon for the return of one Ranger. I can watch it all the closer, awaiting the return of two, so long as you promise to come home to me.”  “That I shall do, for my heart years for you also. I yearned to return to this city as I never have while I was away these last few months. Truly, for the first time, I longed to return, but not because of this city. Because of you, Boromir.”

[melancholy-of-nadia]

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!

ahhh @kithtaehyung tagged me in this so i had to participate.

a/n: i'm gonna be honest, most of the other wips (besides HotW and A(myg)dala) have become just forgotten pieces of writings that just live in my head (or have been living in my head, in the case of "to the moon"). i don't think they're very intriguing ideas but if you'd like to hear me out on some, you are very welcomed to ask! <333

🍓 wip ask game: any wips from here that you want to know more about? 🍓

tagging some of my fav writers on here: @theharrowing @slut4jeon @yoongifis @jeonsweetpea @personasintro @yoongiofmine @eoieopda

[fiona-fififi]

Make me write game 💕💕💕

☺️

💕 Post vow renewal

Okay, so technically this is well over 9 sentences, but I do believe I only actually added about 12 (maybe a little more). Several parts of this section were already written, but I added in multiple spots to link pieces together and flesh out the scene, so I figured I'd offer the whole thing. I have not proofread it, though, so please forgive any awkwardness or typos because I'm sure there are plenty.

And then Buck's reaching, but Eddie's pulling away, shifting himself up and off of Buck's body, off of the bed, and Buck feels himself panic, a quiet plea of Eddie's name pulled from his lungs before he can stop it. But Eddie's there, still so close as his careful fingers strip away the last of Buck's own clothes, discarding them in some haphazard pile beside the bed as he murmurs gentle reassurances that have Buck sinking back into the mattress beneath him as Eddie works. 

When Eddie finally, finally manages to strip them both down, Buck is lost, all thought swept away at the sight of Eddie bare before him. Before Eddie can find his way back, Buck is reaching for him, gentle fingers tracing soft skin that stretches over hard muscle, dipping into the divots of Eddie's abs before tickling back over his hips as Eddie crawls back up over him. Buck sighs into the feel of Eddie's lips trailing kisses back up to his mouth, whines softly at the feel of Eddie's skin against his own as Eddie blankets him once more, not a breath of space left between them once Eddie settles back in above him, petting gently through Buck's hair as he presses delicate kisses over the sensitive skin of Buck's face. For long moments, Buck lets Eddie play, gives him all the access he needs to explore, but when Eddie's mouth tickles over a particularly sensitive spot beneath Buck's eyelids, he can't help the way a quiet giggle bubbles out of him. It should be embarrassing—should leave him shying away—but he's not, can only smile bright and content, as Eddie shifts back just the tiniest bit, just enough to let his eyes trail over Buck's happy features, and then Eddie's smiling, too, and chuckling just a little, those eyes full of all that soft, hazy brightness Buck had never quite learned to read until this moment, and Buck is absolutely giddy with it when Eddie finally whispers "you're beautiful, sweetheart.”

There's so much behind it—Eddie's words so full of the delicate devotion he's shown Buck from their very beginning, and Buck can't quite help the way his smile turned to a quiet gasp that escapes him at the awe in Eddie's voice. Finds himself reaching up, tracing careful fingers over the frame of Eddie's face, letting his touch come to rest at the cut of his jaw. And then Buck's urging him closer with those gentle fingers, guiding Eddie in for a soft press of a kiss that doesn't go further, but lingers, the both of them breathing the same air for long moments after they part, and Buck lets his gaze wander over every delicate feature his eyes can reach.

When he meets Eddie's eyes, he feels flayed open—like Eddie can see every complicated part of him he tries his best to hide. “Make love to me,” Buck pleads, whisper quiet, and for a moment he feels silly and cliché. But Eddie's eyes only soften, a sweet adoration Buck knows well suddenly settling into a whole new context he'd once expected he could never have.

Eddie doesn't answer, really, not in words, but his eyes study Buck's features like he’s something precious, and he presses his body closer than Buck think should be possible, leaving every inch of Buck singing with a sweet pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before because it's Eddie, and he thinks maybe Eddie's touch is everything he's been searching for.

Eddie dips in to kiss him, then. A sweet, searing kiss that's over too soon and has Buck whimpering as Eddie shifts to mouth at the curve of his neck. Buck hopes he might leave traces there, marks Buck might get to keep even after he leaves Eddie's bed.

“I'll give you anything you want, Buck,” Eddie promises, then. Whispered words he hides in the crook of Buck's neck that leave Buck gasping and clinging tighter. “Anything at all.”

"Eddie," Buck whines, and it's desperate. A sweet, delicate, broken sound that trips over his tongue and catches in his throat that has Eddie smiling against the curve of Buck's neck, and Buck whines again as his breath hitches. "Eddie, I want you. Please. Tell me-tell me you want me, too."

"Sweetheart," Eddie presses into Buck's skin, lets his lips form gentle, reassuring kisses that linger as he pulls back, just far enough to catch Buck's eye, lets the fingers of one hand stroke through Buck's hair and then trace delicately over the birthmark at his brow, as he studies Buck's face, "of course I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

For a moment, Buck's quiet, trying his best to blink away the overwhelming emotion that settles over him at Eddie's words. But then he's reaching, sinking his own fingers back into Eddie's hair, hand cradling his neck. Then, near breathless, “How do you want me?”

“Forever.”

Make Me Write

[zenkindoflove]

And again into the light

This is the collab fic I wrote with @crazy-ache for Elucien week which you can read a snippet here.

Some fun details about this one. Ariana and I wrote this by writing smaller sections and passing it back and forth, leaving each other with cliffhangers. At one point while I was writing one of my sections I messaged her

I'll leave it there and you'll have to read and find out why that's important.

[oroniel]

Your titles have me cracking up!

Hedgehog has my heart, but I'm dying to find out what Skiing_wolves (Rings of Power) could be!

Titles are the bane of my existence. I hate coming up with titles, hence the absurd filenames. But I'm glad they're good for a laugh!

Skiing_wolves is the working filename of the fic titled "Science and Sensibility" on AO3. I started it last December as a winter solstice fic that I thought I would quickly wrap up by the start of 2024 (ha. ha. ha.)

It's a fairly run of the mill haladriel story about rival national park scientists Galadriel (wolf biologist) and Hal (volcanologist), who have to take an emergency trip to the backcountry to find out whether a research wolf has been shot, and thanks to Galadriel's recklessness and Hal's insistence on arguing with her about everything, get avalanched in the middle of an unexpected blizzard.

They make their way to a remote hunting cabin, where of course there is only one bed. At that point, they're forced to deal with what the reader realizes is a very substantial history that involves unethical behavior by Halbrand's former advisor, the star academic Professor Melkor; Galadriel's best friend Luthien's impending lawsuit against Melkor for sexual harassment; Galadriel's collapsing relationship with her fiancé Celeborn; and a long-ago weekend in which Galadriel and Halbrand hooked up before she realized he was Melkor's graduate student.

I backed myself into a corner with this story because I can't write smut, so I literally left them about to get into the one bed together and have been paralyzed ever since. Cute stories about hedgehogs, mice, and hobbits are actually more my speed, it turns out.

Thanks for the ask!

[bluestjayy]

oooh, how about the word "blue" for the fic wip guessing game? :')

Hi friend!! Thank you for asking 🥹

This one is from my ongoing Jeffcest work, enjoy!

Around them, a nebula made up of deep blues and regal purples pulses and expands; accommodating the arrival of a new body.

[amour-anguis]

Hi , ❄️ for the ask game

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

It could have been two miles or twenty before his brother breaks the silence. Regulus doesn’t have a good grasp on time at the moment, so he can’t really tell. What he does know, however, is that simply shoving words out into the tense air of the front seat may have shattered the silence but not the tension.

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

Regulus huffs, turning his head to rest on the sun hot window. “I don’t really know what there is to talk about.”

He’s always been a bit of a liar; engraved in his bones at this point. They both know there are plenty of things to talk about when it comes to them. Always has been, and Regulus is convinced there always will be. Words aren’t quite consequential enough to cover it all.

“Reg, you called me at 2am from a payphone outside a, frankly, very sketchy motel with no context other than that you needed a ride.” He can hear the concern in Sirius’ voice, a bit of pride mixed in but a bit of fear too.

Sirius is not wrong, but it isn’t exactly the truth either.

[kithtaehyung]

7days1 👀

yeah this one is dropping sooner than you think🫣

💌 wip ask game! 💌

[tkwrites]

🦜 for the wip game please

And🦉 if it's not too much to ask?

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

Flopping into the couch, he pulled out his phone and called the only person he thought could help. It was too late to be calling. Nearly two in the morning where they were, but she answered anyway. 

“Hello?” her voice was slightly slurred with sleep. 

“Hey mom.” 

“Quinn? what’s wrong?” Ellen asked, sitting up

“I think I fucked it,” he said, emotion flooding his voice at the sound of hers. 

“What are you talking about?” she hadn’t had this kind of a call from any of her boys in a long time. She reached over to flip on the bedside lamp. Her mind was fuzzy with sleep, but she dusted away the cobwebs and got herself ready to listen. 

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

“You baked,” he moaned upon walking Into the kitchen. Not only did it smell like caramelized sugar and chocolate, he could see the cookies looking perfect and mouth watering on the kitchen island. 

“Don't go too crazy, I'm already worried about your liver.”

“I'm drinking lots of water, mom,” he teased. 

“Don't get mad at me for wanting you to be alive longer,” she said, poking him in the chest, “You’re the one that’s going from no alcohol and no sweets to the exact opposite overnight.”

“I'm not mad,” he corrected, a little hurt she would think that. One of her famous chocolate chip cookies on each hand, he moved closer to her. “I think it's sweet.”

“And don't call me mom, please,” she said, elongating the last word into a whine. “I have a whole list of things I want to do to you where I need neither of us to be thinking about your mother.” 

His eyes perked to hers and he quirked his eyebrows suggestively. “Really?” he asked around the cookie he'd shoved in his mouth.

“Really. Finish your cookies and I’ll show you,” she said, sauntering off to the bedroom. 

He grabbed another before scrambling after her. 

She arched an eyebrow at the third cookie. Half of the second was already in his mouth. “It’s for after,” he said through a mouthful of crumbs, setting the whole one on the bedside table.

“You cannot eat that in bed,” she said, pointing at his chest even as she laughed.  

He pouted. 

“You’ll get crumbs all over the sheets!” 

Considering, he ate the second half of the second cookie and wondered why it would matter. If he had his way, they’d need to change the sheets anyway. 

[creativenicocorner]

Hello! I'm really curious what Starry Starry Night is about?

♡(o˘◡˘o) Thank you so much @disorganised-thoughtss for asking! ♡

This is another fic I'm excited to sink my teeth into when I get the chance!

"Starry Starry Night" is heavily inspired by the manga Insomniacs After School by Makoto Ojiro.

I plan on having it be very Tome centric, taking place nearly directly after the events of the Reigen Manga. As a result of Rusty-chan, the forest, and Roshūto, Tome develops a really bad case of insomnia and really struggles to sleep. Making her snap a little more than usual, and causing a bit of growing pains in terms of inserting herself into Spirits and Such.

The following is a super rough bit of back and forth during some brainstorming. I'm always fascinated by the thought of either Tome or Teruki feeling ... complicated feelings as (what they feel to be but aren't) 'replacements'.

Idk I'm not married to this bad and forth, but I think some version of this will perhaps exist in the finished product:

"I know why you really don’t want me here.” “Yeah?” Challenged Reigen, matching jeering tone with jeering tone. And then Tome straightened, right and serious and deftly to the point in the only way teenagers can: Terrifyingly. “You’re just mad I’m here instead of Shigeo." A fiery whine tinged her voice with emotion. Tome hated it, hated how her eyes felt prickly with potential tears. "You wish he were here, instead of me.” Reigen’s eyes widened, then he looked away, unable to meet Tome’s challenging eyes. Mostly because, in that moment, he was too ashamed. Dreadfully so. She was right…in a small sense. He did miss Mob, but he had grown, and that's okay. Reigen just didn't realize how much he'd miss him until the moment Tome pointed it out. And it made him feel wretched. He had no idea Tome felt this way... did Teruki as well? Or any of the other gaggle of teens? Reigen took a measured breath while Tome pointed at the act as if exposing condemning evidence. "See!" Tome continued her jabbing motion. "I knew it!" Serizawa looked between the pair of them, unsure how to help. A growing silence was filling the restaurant as fellow patrons turned to watch the scene in curiosity. Reigen and Tome ignored them. "Alright," said Reigen, resigned, and painfully honest, "…yes." "HAH!" Tome jumped, and nearly caused the table in their booth to jolt. "I do miss him," continued Reigen, ignoring her interruption. "But that doesn't mean I expect you to replace him. You're your own person Tome, and he is his own person. No one can replace another. People aren't things, it doesn't work like that. Which means you are irreplaceable in your own right, Tome-chan." The dagger straight point of Tome's index finger transformed slowly into something less sharp. Serizawa smiled, and politely passed Tome a tissue. With fumbling hands she accepted Serizawa's tissue gratefully. Then looked away from Reigen's knowing look, "shut up." Reigen nodded. "Allergies, huh?" "Whatever." Reigen and Serizawa shared a smile. Over the sounds of Tome blowing her nose, Serizawa said cheerfully, "I wonder what they have to offer for dessert."

Anywho... Instead of sitting around at home, staring at the ceiling waiting for a sleep that won't come, Tome starts spending her nights wandering Seasoning City alone which is interesting, until not safe/risk of getting caught by a bicycle cop.

During one of her nightly escapades she runs into Takenaka (who struggles with insomnia for different reasons. Wanting to take advantage of the night as one of the few times the world is a little quieter for the telepath. Making it one of the few times he doesn't need to use his headphones). Shenanigans ensue, but also a far deeper friendship than before.

One night they stumbles across Reigen as well, (likewise still experiencing after effects of dealing with Rusty), but his insomnia is something he had been dealing with since before dealing with Rusty. Words of wisdom etc and encouragement for Tome to learn astronomy. Among other Tome and Reigen shenanigans as I love them as a bombastic chaotic duo.

Somewhere down the line Tome manages to convince Reigen to chaperone for school sanctioned nightly escapades for night time photography.

Serirei things happen in the background, sometimes mirroring Tome's own navigations of the heart (she WILL be a disaster bisexual because I DO make the rules of this fic haha). And perhaps exploring what it is like to be in a fresh new relationship with each other (serirei)?

And uh, yeah! I have a very vague idea, but a barely there outline, and am filled with vibes. I'm very excited for this concept though! I think Tome developing a love for astronomy and star gazing feels completely natural considering her love of aliens. And yeah, I want to see more Tome and Reigen scenarios/shenanigans, as well as explore her relationship with Takenaka more

We'll see how these vibes grow haha

(♡˙︶˙♡)Thank you so much again for the ask!!

[grimnisdottir]

For the ask game ❄️ and☔:'3

❄️: Share a snippet from a WIP of my choice! Oooh you did pick a good one. I wasn’t sure I was ever going to share this as I am super selective over what I share with Katsuro in it, but here you are!

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"Brat," Katsuro mumbles fondly, and Tobirama relaxes. "At my age, I am looking for a companion. Someone to enrich my life and soften my days. Who handles my fussing and overbearing possessiveness easily and loves me just as fiercely in return. You know it as much as I do, nephew. I love with my whole heart. They will become my stars and guiding light. The very reason I breathe. So when they gossip about how picky I am, they aren't entirely wrong."

Katsuro reaches out, fingertips touching Tobirama's cheeks, and he leans into it. Leans into that unspoken ask for honesty and offering of unconditional love.

"So, who holds my nephew's heart that you are weighing your options more seriously than any experiments you've run?"

Madara.

"Another alpha," Tobirama says, watching his uncle process that information. Watching with scrutiny, although his heart pounds in his chest. His uncle's fingers still haven't left his face. He knows his uncle would never hurt or yell-

"That doesn't answer who, pup," Katsuro says, golden eyes glittering in amusement.

Tobirama sighs in relief and nuzzles the hand still there. "Madara," Tobirama lets the word slip through his lips like a breath of fresh air. "I know it'll make waves if Madara accepts, but my heart has chosen."

Katsuro huffs out a laugh and pats his cheek before pulling away. "Once a Hatake finds their heart, they will take no other," he agrees. "I will help you even if it's just support. But before all of that, you must approach your heart. Then you tackle the rest."

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☔ Arg a fic concept I want to explain and share? Honestly, I have so many. And when I mean so many... *so many*.

So the never to be written fic would dive into how each clan would acclimate into Konoha. Specifically between the Uchiha and Senju. They would have to get to know each other without the ‘oh hey we’ve killed each other for so long! But *poof* it’s all good!’ No no, they must go through this.

This would be a slow burn between Tobirama and Madara, and feature Hashirama and Madara friendship.

Hatake lineage for the Senju Brothers - Ft a more feral Tobirama.

Lots of festivals and ugly truths. Miscommunication via culture. Some hurt comfort, building tension. Then smut. Lots of lovely smut.