#wip folder ask game

[plusultraetc]

oooooh I am super curious about all of these honestly, but may I ask about 'hold on and feel i belong'?

!!! so 'hold on and feel i belong' might be the next fic in the Shinsou expansion pack—I say might because, while it actually evolved from a cut scene from 'training montage,' I'm honestly kind of worried it's too big a leap for the canon compliant tag 😬 it's a decision I'm going to have to make sooner rather than later, as this one is basically done and just needs a little extra editing!

that being said, I've shared a few snippets from this fic, but this is the tensest one by far:

(it's important to me to note that while there is a misunderstanding, All Might doesn't actually do anything wrong in this fic. I love him forever & he's trying his best!!)

[bromcommie]

for the wip ask!! who is origins 👀 she’s intriguing …

Ah, Origins. Or as I like to call it, Why Am I Doing This. Or alternatively, The Latest Baby in the My Own Personal Goncharov Series.

Basically what happened was I made these silly mockup posters for an in-universe HBO show about Steve's life pre-ice, and then the lovely @booksandabeer made a joking comment in the tags of her reblog about me writing the script for it. And I saw that and thought, "Haha! Yeah, that'd be fun. Would be nice to write a script again. I'm not actually gonna do that though I don't have the time and it's definitely an insane thing to do anyway". And went to bed without a care in the world. And then, well. It Compelled Me for like a month straight. Both because I'm always thinking about just how much better those movies could've been lol, but in this case more specifically the story-within-a-story element, considering that that's already a major part of the whole Steve Rogers vs. Captain America dichotomy.

Anyway flash forward, I'm manically layering post-its on my desk trying to map out the timeline and structure and style for this fucking fake meta Emmy bait-esque biography miniseries (say that five times fast) and its in-universe ripples. It's still in its very early stages and slow going so I don't wanna jinx myself out of getting at least the first "episode" actually done lol, but basically: the series itself is supposed to be around 5-6 45-minute episodes that span Steve's life concluding with the Valkyrie crash. I'm currently playing with the idea of making it a not-strictly-linear narrative with each of the episodes possibly centering around a different theme/aspect, but we'll see. It's also supposed to be a little too dramatized and not a 100% accurate, but close enough to the real thing that it attracts some mixed opinions from the general public as well as Steve himself. Which is really the toughest part right now, because I've decided it means having to a) settle on some kind of outline of what's supposed to be the "real" course and nature of events in the first place and separate it from how the "real" Steve remembers those events, and b) then figure out the context of when this is being made and released in-universe, who this filmmaker is, what their sources/influences would be and how they'd frame it all, and with what goal in mind.

So. I have no idea who this is for honestly or what I'm doing with it, exactly, but. I might've gotten too invested. There are playlists and pinterest boards and possibly a bible. It's all great fun, and it also makes me scream internally because whyyy.

[catofthecanals289]

Australian summer 👀 🤲🏻

ooh another old one. One of the first thigns i wrote for maxiel *ever* I'm pretty sure

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The January summer sun draws long shadows on the dry grass, creating sharp contrast despite the washed out colors of the place.

The ground is dusty and warm to the touch, and Max knows it will cling to his clothes and sweaty skin like a tan that will always fake on his pale dutch skin, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Not when he can hear Daniel laughing, when he can see him throw his head back with another bark as his niece says something in her squeaking little, adoring voice. Not when Daniel’s sister leans over having sat down in the shade of the tree Max doesn’t know the name off but is leaning against, legs stretched out in front of him, and says: “He probably told you already, but he’s so happy you came.”

She doesn’t mean to this pony riding event that Daniel had promised to his niece and nephew, but Max feels it counts anyway, making him shrug and lift the bottle of lukewarm water to his lips.

After a couple of gulps, he lets it sink again, exhaling.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and it comes out softer than intended , but Max’s cheeks are already flushed anyway. “I know,” he repeats even softer.

It’s not enough.

“He wasn’t sure you’d come,” Michelle says.

Across the paddock Daniel laughs again, loud and honest and beautiful. If Max closes his eyes, he can taste it on his tongue, can feel it against his lips.

“I know,” Max says again, his heart heavy in his chest.

Daniel waves at him. His niece and nephew do too. Max waves back, so does Michelle.

“He’s getting too old for his, Max,” she says, her hand down again, expression gentle but serious. Max can’t stand it, but he once thought he couldn’t stand summer in winter either. “For these games, do you know that too?”

Max shakes his head. “I’m not playing any games with him.”

She doesn’t believe him, but neither does Daniel some days, and Max has no idea how to fix it. He thought, maybe, coming here, getting onto a plane after New Years, would be a start. Now that he’s here, on the other side of the world, he wonders if maybe he should have come sooner.

They’ve never spend a New Year’s together.

Six years of this, of them, and not one New Year’s.

“I wouldn’t be here, if I was,” he adds, and he doesn’t look at her, instead looks at his own hand, runs his thumb over the spot that shows a rose on Daniel’s.

He didn’t get it for Max, that’s not something Daniel would do, but Max always felt like in a way, it still ended up for him, his, and maybe that’s foolish, maybe that’s self-absorbed, but maybe that’s how Max feels about Daniel too, about this thing between them, that after all these years, he should be able to put a name on.

Daniel was never meant to be Max’s. He was meant to live in the sun, to have laugh lines drawn onto his face by summer warmth and happiness, he was meant to live and love, and none of that with Max because Max’s one true love will always be racing and Daniel sued to feel the same, but Michelle is right, he’s getting too old for this, he’s getting tired. He hasn’t said so yet, still talks about winning, about believing, about having that passion, and most days he sounds like he believes himself, but others the tiredness in his eyes gets a little too dark, a little too blurry and then Max can see it clearly, can hear it loudly.

Daniel wants to be done. Soon.

He loves the polished streets of Monaco, loves the yachts and the money and the champagne parties but he loves dirt roads and February barbecues more. He loves sleeping in, and waking up to no city noise around him. He loves the ranch he lives on back here, in Australia, and he loves his family, wants one of his own and Max isn’t the kind of guy who can give him that.

“I want to be with him, always,” he says slowly, carefully, *honestly*. “And it’s easy in Monaco. No one question why we’d both be there. We live there. We are friends. But being here, in Perth, it’s different. It’s-”

“But would it be so bad?” Michelle interrupts him, voice low. “If people knew?”

“It would be,” Max answers after a moment, looking over to where Daniel has lifted the little girl onto his shoulders now, walking towards Max and Michelle and their tree, His brother in law with his son next to him.

“Why?” Michelle asks with a sigh.

“Because I’m not done racing.” *And I won’t be for years. Ever, maybe.*”And no matter what they say, I can’t have people know about me and Daniel and race in Qatar. In Malaysia. In Saudi Arabia. Or- Any of those places.”

Her eyes don’t leave his. “What about we race as one?”

A small, sad smile makes the corner of Max’s mouth curl upwards.

“What about it?” he asks, voice a little more raspy than usual.

When the others reach them, Michelle gets to her feet, plucks her daughter from her brother’s shoulders and spins her around, making the little girl giggle and squeal and Daniel smile, all sweet and soft, and nothing like the bright, loud laugh he wears so often than Max loves all the same when it’s honest, never growing tired of it. But this, this small, little thing, it’s not for anyone, not for fans, not for reporters, not for rivals, or for the world. Not for Max. It’s for Daniel and Daniel only, an unconscious little thing.

“I love you, you know,” he says, voice still too rough, too raspy, once Daniel has set down, smelling like horse and sweat and him.

He wishes Daniel didn’t look so surprised. Not after six years.

“I know,” Daniel says anyway, that soft, sweet smile back on his lips. Still looking at Max, he presses a kiss to his own hand, lips covering the rose tattoo.

He’s never said so, and Max would never ask, but it’s something Daniel does when he and Max can’t kiss, when it’d be too risky, when he knows that it’d make Max uncomfortable.

If Daniel was wearing a cap right now, Max would be flicking the brim of it in answer, but as it is, he taps the tips of his index and middle finger against Daniel’s forehead, right where his wild curls begin.

“And I’m glad I came,” Max goes on, because if nothing else, he needs Daniel to know that. “I’m glad I’m here.”

“You hate the Australian summer,” Daniel counters, smile wider now, showing teeth. He puts his arm around Max’s shoulders and Max has to fight the urge to turn into him, to make this something more than buddies, something more than best friends, and breathe in more of Daniel scent, and press his face into Daniel’s bare skin, right where his tank top reveals too much sweat glistening skin, down from his armpit over his ribs to his stomach.

Max wants to slip his hand under the fabric and splay his fingers over the little rolls that slouching has created in place of Daniel’s abs. He wants to climb in Daniel’s lap and grind down on his crotch, wants to feel Daniel grow hard for him, wants to see the wild, dark lust in his eyes, wants bruises on his wrists and bite marks on his throat.

He wants to wake up next to Daniel every morning and go to bed with him every night.

He wants to sit on the roof of his jeep with him and watch the sunset.

He wants to kiss him and love him and fucking marry him too.

He wants to watch the laugh lines on Daniel’s face that he eyes so critically in the mirror these days grow deeper, wants to be there to see his hairline get thinner little by litter and make sure that Daniel knows that he’s not one bit less attractive, not to Max, not to anyone with a brain.

But Max wants to be a world champion too, and that’s all there really is to that.

“I don’t hate it,” Max says, and he means to just knock his knee against Daniel’s, but it stays, instead, side pressed against Daniel’s.

Daniel looks down, eyes crinkling, the corners of his mouth curled up. His smile grows a little wider when Max puts his hand on his thigh, too sweaty and too warm, heart thumbing in his head like it’s about to break.

“No?” Daniel says, voice low. “I’m glad.”

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP folders ask game

Thanks to @annab99awritersdream for the tag!

Rules: post all of your WIP folders, then have people send an ask if they're interested!

Okay here are my folders...

12 Bear Cubs (obv temp title)

Dystopian Book

Emerald of Secrets (note: temp. title; will change)

Eternity (temp title)

Etran (maybe temp)

Fanfic That I'll Never Touch Again (partial lie)

Fantasy Book

Half of the Magic (probably change this title)

Harvey

It Was All Just a Dream

Leaving the 99

Perspectives

School of the Legends

The Blind Sight (this is cringe change the title)

The Chronosians (temp title)

The Iterinastis System

The Last Time

The Others (temp title)

The Secret Portal

The Trail (temp title)

Tagging @gracehosborn @cadotoast @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @awritingcaitlin @jezifster @jessicagailwrites @sleepywriter00 @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @elizaellwrites @elsie-writes @willtheweaver @eccaiia @somethingclevermahogony + ANYONE ELSE

[onekisstotakewithme]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: post 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.

the lovely @boasamishipper tagged me in this like four days ago, I'm sorry for the delay! 💜

works in progress (some of these are uh... quite old? or VERY old so I'll try and list from most to least recent. lmao. *sobs*)

post-"manchester" seekrit dating (tww)

bj hawk gay meet up (mash)

wedding fic (tww)

noir (mash)

requiem first time sex (tww)

69 fic (tww)

presidential campaign cj (tww)

sperm donor (tww)

plane crash (tww)

ski au (mash)

triad wedding (mash)

ambassador spock au (star trek)

padme!lives (star wars prequel trilogy)

tagging any of my writer friends who have a lot of WIPs and are interested 💜

[ageless-aislynn]

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway

Yay, thanks so much for playing along! 😎

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway 🤷‍♀️😉 (Halo series) aka "15 Minutes" (John/Reader) ⭐💖⭐

Chapter 6 is going to be super-sized since it's been *coughcough* months since ch5 and has a surprise guest star from the game world in it! No one else might care about the guest star but hey, I do and since I'm steering the boat... *beep beep* GUEST STAR! 😂

Anyway, in lieu of sharing a part of ch6 since it's hopefully going to be appearing this next week 🤞😣🤞 how about I tell you a couple of things I may not have mentioned before about it?

Originally, it was going to be John/OC instead of Reader, which is why she sometimes seems to have a lot more in common with an OC. However, she doesn't have a description, other than the fact she's shorter than John. Beyond that, she can be anyone, so I hope that anybody reading it can still feel like it's easy to project themselves as her, if that's what they'd like. Or that you can read the second tense “you” as being a form of first tense “I” and not consider that she is YOU but just a character you're reading along with. I hope that makes sense, lol! I mainly want my fics to be as inclusive and enjoyable as possible. (Kai has a male Reader over in the companion fic "Recreation" and "No Time" has a gender-neutral Reader with John.)

Also, yes, she does have a name but  I'm honor-bound to not reveal it. 😁(Same for Kai's Reader character in "Recreation;" I gave him a name, too, just so he doesn't feel left out. 😉)

Originally, this was meant to be a one-shot to fill my burning need to give John a hug after Halo 1x06 where the poor guy is practically screaming in pain and slumping down a wall and everybody's just like, "Hm, wonder what's wrong with Chief? Welp, on with my day!"

C'mon, Chief clearly needs a hug! And a medic. But definitely a hug!

Once there was interest to read more about them, though, I began using this as a chance to incorporate a bunch of my favorite tropes to read/write. I also liked the chance to explore a bit of the "ordinary" world that would be going on around all of the adventure and derring-do that Silver Team is embarking on during season 1.

I'm also feeling free to jump in the AU Warthog to weave in and out of canon however it best suits me, lol.

Into the AU party ‘hog, frens! Woo-hoo! (I adore the custom weapons and vehicle skins so much I made a little vid for them, lol.)

I enjoy making up little AU GIFs to go with each chapter but soon realized that it was more of a challenge than I originally expected because, since I don’t want to show any part of the Reader and thus define her skin color, hair color/type/length etc. But I’ll keep coming up with something for as long as I can!

I don’t have a set number of chapters this is projected to run but I’m guestimating... 🤔 quite a few. 😂 There’s still just so much I have planned for them! And I do have an ending for them that will bring us back kinda to the end of s1. The AU Warthog version of s1, anyway!

I’m hoping to get my couple of other Flash WIPs finished off then I’ll be coming back to this and “Recreation” in order to hopefully get them on a bit more timely posting schedule. I would ideally like them both to finish before s2 premieres in Spring 2023. We’ll see!

And there we have it! Thanks again! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

[thetragicallynerdy]

Is the ask game still going? If so, I'm extremely curious about "hanahaki polyam times"

It sure is!!!! I welcome asks about my WIPs all the time lmaooo, I have so many that I forget about so it's nice to get excited about them again and maybe pick away at them a little.

This is in response to the WIP folder game, if anyone else is curious my long list of WIP titles is here!

Hanahaki polyam times is yet another Jim/Ed + Jim/Olu fic lmao. I haven't worked on it in ages, but it's an au I adore and do want to finish someday. It's Post S1/alternate S2, and based on the idea that hanahaki is more like seasonal allergies - it fucking sucks, it hurts, but it won't kill you.

Jim, in love with Olu, also falls in love with Ed after he makes ammends and fixes things and they're all happy together. However, Jim knows Ed is in love with Stede, and believes it won't be returned - so they get the flowers. Ed, meanwhile, has basically the exact same thing happen, because they're both dumbasses and don't talk about shit. It's very "oh fuck, polyamoury exists and is possible??" vibes.

A snippet for you!

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He follows the sound of coughing, brow creasing with worry when he finds Jim behind the crates, one hand braced on the wall and the other clutching their chest. They start when they see him, looking so panicked it hurts. But then they're bending over, shaking with coughs that wrack their form, turning away from him as though trying to hide -

Bloody petals slip from between their fingers and flutter to the floor. Edward stares, and then before he can think better he's stepping forward, smoothing a hand up and down their back as they cough up another lungful. He knows how much it hurts, wishes like hell that he could take the pain away from them.

"Fuck, mate, I thought you and Olu had confessed like, ages ago." He tries not to think on the conversation with the Swede that he'd had so recently, the mirror of it all. Tries not to think even harder about the way his own flowers twine around his lungs, threatening to choke him when he speaks of their love for a man that's not him aloud. He's always been greedy, he knows this. "Why the fuck are you still coughing up his flowers?"

Jim spits the last of the petals out, clutching them in their fists like that will hide what they are. "I'm not fucking talking to you about this."

It hurts, almost more than the way he knows they won't ever love him. He lets his hand fall away, schools his face into some neutral when they flinch.

"Right. Sorry. Not my place."

Bloody fingers snag his shirt sleeve before he can walk away. Jim's jaw works, and he waits until they close their eyes, let out a noise that sounds too much like grief.

"Lo siento," they whisper, "but please, Ed, don't ask me."

He nods. Shakes their hand loose, then catches it, gives it a gentle squeeze. "Alright, mate. I won't."

He knows himself well enough that he doesn't even bother offering for them to find him should they need an ear. He's never been good at pretending, and he's not a martyr. Not yet, anyhow.

[dilfmobius]

Sliding in while I recuperate from that smoking snippet to ask about “Don’t lie to me.” (And alligator tears if you’re feeling generous!)

Thank you for the ask! <3

Don't lie to me is set right after s2e1, and I just really wanted some sweet h/c and to write about Loki's time slipping. I started this so long ago and I hadn't even looked at it until I was going through all my WIPs, and re-reading what I have I really want to jump back into it.

Snippet time:

“How painful was it? Slipping through time?” “Mobius, we’re past it, it’s over — I’m fine—” “Just answer the question. And don’t lie to me.” Loki opens and shuts his mouth, his usual chorus of I’m fine and I can handle it dying in the back of his throat. Mobius has done so much for them — risking life and limb, and skin. Mobius has taken his chances, again and again, with Loki, saving them more than once. Loki owes Mobius so much. They can start with a little honesty. “It was one of the most painful things I ever experienced.” “Worse than the pruning?” Loki pauses, trying to choose their words carefully. Was there anything worse than being rapidly disassembled and then reassembled? Was there a difference between getting pruned and having your entire body break apart and snap back together in a matter of moments?  “Different. Still awful, but,” Loki draws a shuddering breath, “different.” “Oh, Loki,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out but quickly stops himself, stuttering in his movements. “Can I — can I hug you?” Loki feels their heart clench at the mere consideration. Mobius just stares at Loki, nothing but concern bleeding through his gaze. Loki shuts their eyes as they begin to sting. They nod and lean in, silently pleading for Mobius to catch them, hold them close, keep them together.  Mobius doesn’t hesitate, scooting closer to gather the god before him in his arms.  Loki presses forward, hiding their face in the crook of Mobius’ neck. They feel arms wrap around them, careful not to be too rough. Mobius holds them as if they were something fragile, but precious — not broken. Something to be cared for. Loki’s muscles still ache, a dull throbbing coursing through their entire body. They couldn’t believe they survived being disassembled and promptly reassembled — being ripped apart and scattered through time and space.  And the time slipping felt as though they were being stretched in a million directions, only to rubber band back, snapping them into place. Loki could feel their bones cracking in and out of place, their muscles expanding and twisting in inconceivable ways.  Loki doesn’t think they’ll ever forget what that feels like. “I got you, Loki,” Mobius says, voice as soft as his hold but just as secure. A promise.

Alligator tears is simply an idea for now, and it's not dacryphilia?? but it does have to do with Mobius' being obsessed with how beautifully pathetic Loki looks when he's crying and how he longs to swoop in and stop those tears. 🤭 (it was also first inspired by the song alligator tears by beyonce lol)

I don't have much written for it, but here's this:

To see it on a screen was something else, and to have the actual thing sitting at his feet like this, well, Mobius would have never considered himself so lucky. But here he is, with Loki looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, trembling against his legs, miserable and hopeless, begging for a morsel of tenderness. It claws at Mobius’ sensibilities and dissolves his self preservation. A scheme or not, he’s seen enough of Loki to know that there is always more than meets the eye. After watching Loki scramble and fight for acceptance, affection, for a kind of warmth that could be tailor made for him, here comes Mobius, ready to take the god into his arms and offer him what so many have refused him for so long. Mobius hears a whimper as Loki presses his face into his knee, and then a choked off sob, and he can’t take it anymore. “Hey, c’mon now,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out to run his fingers through Loki’s dark curls, pulling the god’s attention back to him, deciding to play into it. When Loki looks back up at him with tear tracks down his face, Mobius just tuts and moves his hand down to wipe at Loki’s face with his thumb.

WIP list here!

[crazy-ache]

Nessian? Interesting 👀

“You may be the Night Court’s general, but in this house, and this relationship, you yield to me. I'm your commanding authority. Do you understand?” 

Cassian nodded, even if the motion pressed his throat against the sharp edge of the blade further. For her, it didn’t matter. For her, his hard gaze did not waver, never straying from the silver line of her eyes. She gripped his waist between her strong thighs, pushing the blade firmly so she would get his verbal answer. 

“Yes, Nesta."

[plusultraetc]

practice all your worst mistakes, please!

I talked about this one a little bit here (SORRY I AM GETTING TO THESE SO SLOWLY) but I usually (always) have something else to say!

so I actually shared this snippet before when I made the wings poll. it still makes me laugh, but it's been cut from the final fic because I fear it strays too far into crack territory. for some reason, I keep writing myself into corners when it comes to talking about The Wings--I managed to keep them out of 'there's no good tricks but old ones' almost entirely, but they really want to be in this fic lol. I DO THINK that if anyone was going to call Hawks out on 'using telekinesis to give himself literal wings,' it would be Shinsou 'observe, assume, and provoke' Hitoshi. I feel like he would catch on to the whole 'wow, you've really made this your whole identity, huh?' without even realizing the minefield he's stumbled into 😬

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Void shackles (I HAVE to ask about this one) and The binding of Loki (if I can be greedy and ask for two 🥺)

Kamz also asked about The Binding of Loki, so I hope you don't mind I answered that one in this post.

Void shackles is my name for a fic where Brad ends up in the Void due to a mishap during a tyrst and wanders into President Loki's liar for another. It's naturally fiesty.

I'm actually ashamed I've posted 6 snjppets of this and havent yet gotten to the meaty bit or finished it. Anyway, here's all preceding snippets

First snippet

Second snippet

Third snippet

Fifth snippet

Sixth snippet

Seventh snippet

And this snippet is technically the fourth if read in order, but I haven't posted it yet. This is just for you. (Yes, I gave Brad a kink).

“Looking for your dolls?” The taunt left his mouth before he had registered it, and then he scowled and looked away, not wanting to see Loki’s reaction.

“In a way, perhaps.”

Brad’s head snapped to him. “What?”

Loki was rummaging in the box. All sorts of things must be in there. He could definitely hear metal and something rubber that squeaked. If he was very lucky, maybe there would be a tickler in there, too. It had been ages since someone had scratched that particular itch. He wasn’t sure that would be very Loki though. Something more sinister was likely to be his brand.

When he stood up, hands behind his back, Brad felt all the moisture leave his mouth. Whatever that was had to be very dangerous, unless he was messing with him. Maybe he was messing with him. Sure, that had to be it.

List of my wips

[bromcommie]

case of attachment

seventy years of silence v1.2 alt

I would love to hear about BOTH of these, but if you'd rather pick one, go ahead!!! <3

Hiya, thanks for the ask! I'm nothing if not yappy, so you get both <3 1. case of attachment — this is one of the AO3 Tag Bingo ones I started a month ago but never ended up submitting, and now I'm kind of glad I didn't 'cause I want to work on it more. The prompt was Ghosts, which is nothing if not rife with potential considering who I'm writing about. Because I seem incapable of writing full-scale AUs, though, I didn't take it literally, but the fic's also not...completely devoid of supernatural elements, I guess? I'd call it bordering on magical realism, maybe. It follows a couple of episodes throughout Steve and Bucky's lives through the lens of spirits and the various mythologies surrounding them (as well as the individual and collective fears/hopes they're usually inspired by), because that's a 3 am rabbithole I tend to fall down frequently. There's also something fascinating to the idea that the fear of possession is a fear of loss of identity or personhood or control, but also that possession has historically been used as an explanation for aspects of an identity that are unacceptable being actualized or apparent (mental health issues, behavior not correlated to someone's place in society, sexual desire, etc.) I’m not summarizing this very well, but there’s a hell of a lot of fun to be had with the meaning of ghosts and spirits, is what I’m trying to say.

The name itself sort of comes from the word dybbuk, which from what I understand is just a noun derived from the Hebrew word for 'to cling', but was translated specifically as 'state of attachment' on Wikipedia, and I just found that to be a somewhat strange and clunky but really interesting phrase. Not to mention fitting. Every love story is a ghost story and all that, and every ghost story is about the inability to let go.

In any case I feel like I'm on a roll with this one, so I might even publish it soon!

2. seventy years of silence v1.2 alt — Okay, this is the first script the mockup posters series spawned, so pardon the incoming word vomit as it is my baby—and it kind of ties into the previous one in the sense that it's supposed to be not entirely linear nor lucid in segments (hm, it's almost like there is a pattern starting to emerge here...). Anyway: (more or less) solo Winter Soldier movie, here goes.

I just couldn't stop thinking about how there's a whole goddamned movie missing between Winter Soldier and Civil War in more ways than one, and also about just how great it would've been to see Bucky as the WS (but tbh also just as Bucky) explored more as both the vessel for American Cold War anxieties and the ghost—ha—of their horrific consequences, as well as a storytelling conduit for observing several periods of 20th century history, cosidering he's supposed to be a key player in much of it yet is essentially a complete outsider to the world as a whole and (superficially) to the human experience of it all. I just think it'd work well as a lead up to the politics-adjacent events of CW, too. So on a background level I guess that's what I'm trying to do here via flashbacks that piece together the long road so far, as well as what continuity there is to Bucky pre + post-fall.

On a primary level, it's more or less a classic post-CATWS fic in content, if not form: Bucky post-DC trying to stay out of shit but caught between unwillingly retracing his history when Plot Events keep happening, figuring out how to both get the government off his ass and make sure his captors don't get to him without it becoming an outright revenge spree, figuring out who this Steve character is and if he even wants him to find Bucky (although for the time being I'd say present day Steve features less heavily than usual and is not necessarily the explicit focus, which is not to say that he doesn't play a role and that it's still not gay as all hell), and just figuring out what the fuck is going on in general and how to survive. I also loosely borrow from a couple of the comics runs both with the Department X/Red Room stuff and in order to set up an intro to the Superhuman Registration Act/Sokovia Accords, because I fucking hate how CW handled all that. (Surprise, surprise.)

So basically there is...definitely too much going on there. I've put it on hold a little these days until I figure out what exactly I want to do with it and because it keeps breaking my brain, but I still work on it here and there, so there's still hope.

I've already written way too much, but here's a snippet for the hell of it since I was actually just editing this yesterday:

[whatmattersisyou]

For the WIP game, Puqi Sunlight!

Hello!! Thank you for the ask :3

That's a WIP I've been having sitting there in my files and catching dust for a while 😅 it's an illustration of puqi shrine with some pretty sunlight set after Hua Cheng paints the flower crowned martial god. Hua Cheng's shadow should be visible from the open door where the light is coming from, and also Xie Lian should be still sleeping in a corner but I never got that far nfjdndk

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[miradelletarot]

For the WIP 'midsummer' sounds really intriguing to me!! I need it!

OHH HO HOOHHH, buckle up then! *cackles* It's abundantly smutty lol. This is actually an idea i had this morning after I woke up, and had to write down everything i could before i lost it. So, it's (obviously) unfinished. I am not sure if this is gonna go into the longfic series I'm writing (since it's Gale x Sagora) or if this will be nothing more than a treato/fun brainworm thing, but I kinda dig it lol. Basically, I remember reading about the Midsummer events in Waterdeep and how debauched they are (super hot btw,) and imagined that Gale is particularly very horny b/c he has his druid wifey to play with now during these very lusty festivals (and SHE. LOVES. IT.) I head canon that after they have been home for a while, she sates some of his intellectual boredom by teaching him some druidic magic...hence the wild shaping thing I got going on here. CW: predator/prey, dom!gale, roleplay (or at least the idea of it lol) and uhhh...hot druid things I guess (eta: and probably a touch of a mention of possibly fucking outside lmao).

**Naughty things under the cut. Minors DNI**

“You know, my love –” Gale saunters over to Sagora where she stood at the kitchen counter preparing lunch. He clutched his fingers around her hips from behind, pressing his body into hers as his lips brush against the shell of her ear. “– I was thinking…we could certainly have some fun this evening.”

She shudders as his breath tickles her neck, writhing as she giggles, and spins around to face him, arms draping over his shoulders. “What did you have in mind?” Her coy smirk told him she knew exactly what he had in mind.

“Oh, I was thinking we could start with a romantic dinner, perhaps more than a little wine…a frolic through the woods?” Each thought was punctuated with sultry kisses along her neck, his hands roaming up her waist towards her breasts. She rolled her head back, surrendering to his touch as his lips traveled down along her collarbone to her cleavage that peaked out of her bodice.

She rolled languidly back into him, fingers tousling his hair as she pressed her forehead to his. “And what, my dear wizard, makes you think you can catch me?”

Gale let out a low, growling chuckle. “Well, you’ve taught me a thing or two about your magic. I think I could use that to my advantage.” He pulled away slightly, looking in her eyes with mischievous intent, and a wild smirk curling his lips. “We’ll play a little game. Hide-and-Seek.” Her breath hitched as he dug his fingers into her waist. “I’ll be the wolf, and you…you, my love…will be a cute, little rabbit.” Sagora’s eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s easy. I’ll be so small you’ll never find me.” She wrinkled her nose at him, teasing against his seductive advances.

His eyes went dark with lust as he pushed her back against the nearby wall, one hand clutching her waist, the other braced against the wall over her head as he pressed into her. His voice was thick and low against her skin.

“Careful, little bunny. You don’t want to test the patience of a hungry wolf. Do you?”

Sagora bit her lip, her pulse quickening as arousal pooled between her legs. She whispered. “What will happen if you catch me?” “Little bunnies that get caught...get devoured. Right there…in the middle of the forest.”

Her body shuddered, her walls pulsing at the very implication of Gale’s tongue sliding between her folds. It took her a moment to regain her composure under the crushing weight of her salacious need.

“…And what if you don’t?”

Gale thought for a moment as a sinful darkness filled his gaze. “Then I suppose I’ll have to chase you until I do.” He leaned in close, whispering against her parted lips. “Either way, my naughty little rabbit…I shall have my prize.” He licked the parted seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue before slipping inside, claiming her mouth with abandon. She moaned into him, her hips rocking against the hardness that tented his trousers. _____

[onekisstotakewithme]

this wasn't in the wip list but uuuuuuuh 🍁?

ARGH see I KNEW I was forgetting something 😣 but yes. 'into a gold and crimson graciousness of october' aka october part II. so sorry for its tardiness, bestie. I got lost in the sauce trying to blitz the reveal of Charleshawk and then you know, everything thereafter 😅

but someday!! someday we'll get the reveal that Charleshawk are an item + the polyamory negotiations + the Donna/Hawkeye sex. wait what was that last thing, Ally?

Snippet:

Hawkeye lets his gaze linger, before making for the stairs, leaving Donna hot and shaking with embarrassment and need. She bolts back across the hall to her own room, dressing hastily, the past few minutes burned into her memory. How can she come here and act like such a fool, and do it mostly sober? To throw herself at not one man, but two. It defies logic.

[ageless-aislynn]

WIP ask game for the following: the blue lady ships it, au the war crime part out, and …or possibly like this on the condition 'heat' is something like Pon Farr and not omegaverse

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*rubs hands together gleefully* Thank you so much!

1. The blue lady ships it (Halo) aka "Untitled Cortana (and the marines) totally ship John/Kai" 😁 Sadly, this one ended up having large parts of itself "donated" to other fics and so would have to be redone if I ever decide to finish it but here's the original opening, for your reading pleasure, lol!

Cortana made sure to manifest her holographic self down at the bottom of the hill, well away from where John and Kai had just finished mopping up the last of the Covenant infantry. She'd learned the hard way that, if they felt like she was watching them, then they'd scurry away from each other.

And yet they're standing on a hill with a bunch of marines looking up at them and somehow that's not "being watched?" Maybe it's simply the distance, the false sense of privacy?

Or maybe it was because once, just once she’d appeared right next to them, practically with digital popcorn in hand, wanting a front row seat for The Big Moment?

Come on, Chief, take your helmet off. Show her those adoring eyes… she thought but was careful not to project herself into his auditory cortex. He hadn't responded well to that, either.

Kai took off her helmet.

Also acceptable. He can't resist when she's all battle-flushed. He removed his helmet as well, both of them going off comms. Not that it mattered because being literally housed in his head meant he couldn't actually shut her out; she had to choose to give him privacy. Which she was doing, thank you very much.

Watching from a distance didn't count. Ask anybody. Ask the group of marines next to her, none-too-covertly studying the Spartans and taking bets on who'd make the first move.

False sense of privacy was her favorite new thing.

2. I wasn't sure if I should make a funny scene out of a war crime 👀 Guess I'll have to AU the war crime part out, yep *nodnod* (Halo series)

Aka the completely awkward John/Makee sexytiems scene we all REALLY deserved. 😇😂 I totally, completely AU'd the war crime out of it, though, so now we can chuckle at all of the awkward, 10,000% guilt free! *nodnods* 😁👍 Still in progress, may even be completed and posted one day, who knows? Would also be my first posted John/Makee fic. 😁

3. Yeah so if Spartans went into heat, I’d probably write it like this... (Halo gameverse)...or like this (Halo gameverse, different game)...or possibly like this (Halo series) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Technically, they're all variations on the same idea, which is why I probably won't ever write them. But they each have at least one distinct scene that lives rent free in my head, what can I say? Okay, so, with a wave of my hand, I've just given the gameverse Spartans the hormone pellets of the TV series Spartans. And with another wave of my hand and a little flourish of my fingers, I've added a condition to the pellets where, at certain times, to keep the pellets and the Spartans operating at peak efficiency, they have to go off of them.

And y'all know what I think would go on at that time. *coughcoughs in "Side Effect" NSFW* But imagine it as being more controlled than that, something scheduled, maybe a nice, out of the way place for Spartans on similar cycles to go and ahem, take care of each other, just an accepted part of being a Spartan and all that.

Annnnnnd in each of those 3 ideas, we get a pellet malfunction where game!Chief, Noble Team and TV!Chief ends up Trapped Alone With The Reader™. Not at the same time, not at the same place and not with the same Reader, I should mention. I mean, that would be one very tired Reader and quite a swingin’ Spartan party, woah, lol! 😳😂

I have a surprisingly well-defined, really more of an OC character for game!Chief, with a whole developed backstory and everything. And it's not ALL of Noble Team, just 2 of 'em. (That one actually came from a dream where the Reader was giving a report to Carter who is getting more and more flummoxed at how calm she is considering what all she's telling him. "And you're saying that you... handled them both. One at a time, right?" "Well, there might've been a one at a time in there but, honestly, it was just more expedient to double up." 😂) Then TV!Chief has a Reader no one has met before, someone who gives off this shy, reserved demeanor but who is an absolute wildcat underneath, who can give a malfunctioning-hormone-pellet Spartan a run for his money. I don’t know why but I want to see a scene where the rest of Silver Team finds them and they’re kinda running in like, “Okay, we’ve got to see if the non-enhanced human is all right. She might need medical aid!” and she’s all composed and walking out of the room like, yeah, he’s in there. And there’s John just totally worn out, asleep and snoring, lol! 😂 However, since John and Kai went through "Side Effect" together, I doubt this one would ever be written just because it's a rather close idea. I dunno. We’ll see! 😉

And *drum roll* there we have it! Thanks so much for asking! 😎👍

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