#wip folder ask game

[robingoetia12]

Guys I’m bored pick a number between 1-6 and I’ll tell you my fanfic ideas!! Two of them are ones I’m currently working on the others I’m not starting till I’ve finished the other two!!

[grubus]

tell me about wife hunt yqy??

wife hunt YQY!!!

Basically an omega au, where YQY is revealed to be an omega at a meeting between sects. Due to PIWD Plot Reasonings, this leads to a demand for a "hunt", where the winning alpha gets to claim and mate him.

SJ is fucking pissed.

Not only didn't he know YQY was an omega; HIM!!!! But no, there is now also the fact that RIVAL sects wants to claim YQY, clearly as a political move. After all, CQM is the number one sect! If, say, a high ranked alpha from HHP manages to claim YQY... well that would SUCK.

On top of that, he always fucking knew LQG was a dishonorable piece of shit, because the brute has decided to join the wife hunt as well. Clearly SQQ has no other choice than to join to ensure that YQY's honor is kept.

Just... a fic where YQY has to try very hard to get away from people while 100% hoping his Xiao-Jiu catches him, meanwhile SJ and LQG are murdering so many alphas in this hunt and also constantly trying to stab each other as well.

I've spoken about this idea before but I just really love it so much! I look forward to writing it all out one day. I think it would be very, very funny. Especially if SJ almost catches YQY early, but he assumes YQY took pity on him and gets so pissed off that he chases him away, demanding a "proper challenge" while poor YQY is truly just. So flustered about having face planted just because he caught SQQ's scent.

[mercars-musings]

WIP Folder 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. People can send an ask or comment about the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it! Aaaa tysm for the taggies @thedissonantverses <3 I actually got some of my WIPs names sorted out recently hehe:

DA WIP Folder:

Coming Home Breakdown: The Saga Emmrich FP Hissera Origins Hair Dye Babyyyyy Breaking In

No pressure taggies! : @sunny374940 @andthekitchensinkao3 @ofcrowsanddragons @taashyvashedan @sorrowsfallallaround @rookgallustroublesomehousehimbo

[pencilofawesomeness]

pleaseeeee give us the dragon fam bat fam WIP pleaseeeeeee

I didn't think I started this project that long ago but boy I pulled up the file and WOW that was 2022 actually and my line style is waaaay better now, I think. Now I must grapple with the urge to Redo This Entirely.

But here's a couple of the duos. I love outfit swaps :D

[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 😬

[tomicaleto]

Necesito saber del "Fic o algo parecido del Zorro porque ya no tengo control sobre mi vida". Por favor.

(also que es el kakaobi que es eso quien es kaka)

Ay me alegra tanto haber puesto los WIPs que no eran de Star Wars jajajaj

Bueno, el título es porque es mi primer fic del Zorro (la versión de 1957 que hizo Disney) y en el momento en el que decidí empezar a escribirlo jamás se me había pasado por la cabeza hacer fics del Zorro jaja de alguna manera se sentía como si mi obsesión por esta serie me hubiera sobrepasado y terminó desembocando en fics :P

El setting es post-series (es decir que es canon compliant), donde Ana María (my most beloved) viaja a Los Ángeles mientras su padre viaja nuevamente a España. Al poco tiempo de llegar se encuentra con Diego que le ofrece quedarse en la hacienda de los De la Vega en lugar de quedarse en la taberna. Ana María tiene la oportunidad de conocer a los amigos de Diego de Los Ángeles y obviamente empiezan a profundizar los potenciales sentimientos que habían empezado a tener por el otro en Monterrey. A su vez, Ana María se pregunta si tendrá oportunidades de ver al Zorro en Los Ángeles y qué puede significar para su relación con él considerando la despedida que tuvieron en la serie.

Además, cosas extrañas empiezan a ocurrir en Los Ángeles que el Zorro va a tener que encargarse de solucionar antes de que se transformen en problemas mayores.

Es básicamente un fic de romance pero tratando de tener una trama similar a las de la serie mientras se desarrolla la ship principal :)

Por otro lado, el KakaObi es una ship de Naruto jajaja, Kaka es Kakashi, el maestro de Naruto y sus amigos, y Obi no es Obi-Wan pero Obito, su amigo de la infancia que se sacrificó para que Kakashi viviera y le enseñó una lección de vida pero resulta que no estaba tan muerto después de todo jeje

WIP FOLDER GAME

[thedissonantverses]

WIP Folder 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. People can send an ask or comment about the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it! Thanks @ariannaserissa for the tag!!! No pressure tags for @mythals-whore @mercars-musings @corvidaerook @corvus-frugilegus @covertleathers @thatgaymerguyb @ciutar @lgvalenzuela @kimberbohwrites @fangbangerghoul and whoever else sees this! I'm actually tagging my whole follower list lmfao

Okay from my current DA specific folder:

Cut Idea and Scenes for TBTL

Ideas and Rambles Davrin

Oneshot but Bad

Stuff Maybe

Today Could the Last

A Hunter's Moon

A Midnight Rider

Catch a Breath Today

[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.”

[grubus]

Please, as god is good and the day is long, tell me about wife hunt YQY.

Well the details can now be found here!

But here is a tiny cut from it :D

Yue Qingyuan is not the ideal omega.

It is, perhaps, part of the reason why none ever suspected him to be one. His height, his broad shoulders and his bland personality certainly worked against the very concept. His scent, when on suppressants, is dull even for a beta. 

He’s not used to his own scent. It keeps catching him off guard. 

Yue Qingyuan stands in the meadow and watches as the prospective alphas line up. They are all cultivators; many from rival sects. Their intentions are clear, and he avoids breathing through his nose, for every single one of them is projecting their scent and it makes him want to gag. It coats the back of his tongue, so thick he can now taste it despite trying to avoid it all together. 

And then Shen Qingqiu joins the line.

[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!!)

[tomicaleto]

Selkie AU? 🥺👉👈

As I mentioned here, Obi-Wan thinks he's subtle about his desire for Anakin but really, he's not very subtle and Anakin calls him out sknflskna

Obi-Wan’s hands found his hips immediately. He rubbed his thumbs on the prominent bones and bit his lip when Anakin wriggled on his lap, his hard cock rubbing against his taint. “You always liked my hips.” Anakin teased, his hand playing with the hair on Obi-Wan’s chest. “Your eyes wander, you know.”  Obi-Wan felt his cheeks flush. He knew he found Anakin attractive, but he had hoped he had been subtler. “I’m so-”  He couldn’t finish his apology before Anakin pressed two of his fingers against his lips, pressing against them until Obi-Wan opened his mouth. “No apologies, I hadn’t been so desired since…”

Also, for plot reasons, Anakin leaves at one point of the story and Obi-Wan feels a little lonely, so he gets a small cat called Boga and he's not sure Anakin won't eat it once he returns and meets her

By the time he got downstairs again, he found an adorable sight in front of him. Boga was perched on top of the coffee table, locked into a staring contest with Anakin. Her tail was moving like crazy and her back was slightly curved, trying to make herself look bigger. Anakin, on his part, was tense and his pupils were dilated to the point his eyes looked almost black.  Unfamiliar with how a selkie would react to a cat on the long term, he faked a cough and broke Anakin’s concentration, the man turning towards him. “So you’ve met Boga.” Obi-Wan said, reaching the couch and sitting next to Anakin. “Here, she likes pets on her head.” He explained, his hand scratching the cat behind one of her ears. A small purr could be heard from Boga. Anakin stared at Obi-Wan before extending his own arm towards the cat.  Boga seemed to know there was something strange about Anakin, because she was suddenly alert again, sniffing his hand, her body tense and ready to spring away from them at any sudden moment. Obi-Wan felt like he was watching himself interact with the twins all those months ago. 

I would say this is a very domestic, slice of life kind of fic which is ironic because it was going to be a PWP originally but then I found a theme I wanted to explore and here we are, 10K words in and I still have quite the amount of fic to write lol

WIP FOLDER GAME

[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

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

For the WIP Folder Ask game!

I’m interested in all of these! But I couldn’t pick one, so…

The Capture, and The Video 👀

The Capture (Tristan's POV) WIP snippet!

(Content warning: mention of the possibility of vomiting/being sick, though there isn't anything in this chapter):

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                There was no sound of retching, nor any other noise that one would expect from a person with an upset stomach. He barely heard any movement at all, but there was enough to let him know that someone was present.

                Gingerly, he knocked again, his voice softer.

                “Dair? Are you alright in there?”

                Nothing.

                Oh God, had he passed out or something? Tristan hadn’t heard a thump, but Darius tended to carry himself with a natural poise and elegance… perhaps he had even mastered the art of fainting with grace. Tristan wasn’t sure what to do. He eyed the cupboard that contained their drinkware and wondered if he should offer up a glass of water.

                Maybe it was best to assess Darius’ condition first. Would he need to call an ambulance? Instinctively he reached for his phone but realized that he had left it on his bed. Shit. Well, he could go grab it if he needed it.

                With worry mounting, he knocked a third time.

                “Darius? Hello?”

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The Video WIP snippet:

                “Smile, fucker.”

                The instructions only made Darius angrier. Thick dark brows pulled into a furious scowl, his brown eyes burning with hatred as their captor adjusted the camera pointed at him on the tripod.

                “This is for your parents. Don’t you want them to see your beautiful face?” The man’s tone was mocking. He didn’t give two shits about how Darius presented himself in his ransom video. It only mattered that it was shot in the first place.

                Darius would have let loose a string of biting curses and insults, but his mouth was still stuffed with wadded fabric and plastered over with duct tape, effectively silencing him. All the same, he expressed his seething discontent with a deep growl in the back of his throat.  

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For the WIP folder ask game!

[thedissonantverses]

Im so sorry but i must know what is behind door number “oneshot but bad”

I actually hadn't opened this in a minute. It's just a Davrook one-shot I was attempting to sew together out of different drabbles I've written that never quite came together. Might rework it at some point! Here have the more cohesive parts:

Taash and Davrin were working out. He didn’t know how they’d noticed his head wasn’t in it. He stopped to get water, again. They got to their feet, eyeing him.

“What is it? You smell weird again.”

He ran his tongue over his teeth before answering. “I like Rook.”

“Yeah. You didn’t know?”

That worked a grin out of him. “I know. I just…I don’t know if I can act on it.”

“Oh. Why not? Can Grey Wardens not…?”

Davrin blinked. “No! Not that. That’s not the problem. She’s our boss.”

“She likes you too.” Taash shrugged, dropping to the floor and starting their push-ups.

He followed suit. “Even if…she does…”

“You’re…overthinking it…The..Evanuris…could kill…us all tomorrow….”

Davrin exhaled and go to one knee, sighing. “We are supposed to go to Arlathan. I should see if she wants to go tomorrow.”  

“Right cause you take women for a walk in the woods to flirt with them. I thought that was what you were doing this whole time.”

“Well. Yeah it was.” He sat down, letting his back rest on the cold stone.

Taash glanced at him. “Trust me. She wants you.”

He chuckled. “Fine. Fine. I believe you.”

“Now stop talking and spot me.”

~~

Davrin really thought Sihu was just flirting with him. She was incorrigible. She couldn’t stop cracking jokes. She enjoyed getting under the others’ skin. She liked trying to get him laugh. No, he really did think it was nothing.

They’d made it to the waterfall. Assan was making trouble with the Veil Jumpers. They’d snuck off. No particular reason, Rook just said she’d needed a walk. She stopped and ran her hand under the water, not quiet looking at him.

“You’re quiet today.”

He prodded her a little. Most of the time her thoughts seemed to flow like a river rushing downhill. She talked to process. Sometimes she needed his input, but not always. He didn’t mind listening.

Sihu glanced at him, giving him crooked smile. “I missed you. I know we didn’t know each other well before you left but…I did.”

“That so?” The way she said it made him pause.

She nodded. Her smile deepened and she took a step towards him.

[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: