#wip title game!

[skywalking-through-life]

for the wip title game - Whale pregnancy wip lololol 👀

Lmaoooo, I was really hoping someone was going to ask about this, because it sounds bonkers, but it's actually just a half-formed, fluffy little idea about Annabeth's first pregnancy, whenever that is. Percy and Annabeth have talked about having kids multiple times in the books, and I think that's an adorable topic to explore, so at some point I'll probably write it! But this very basic outline of a scene is all I have so far 😂:

"Gods, I look like a whale."

"What kind of whale?"

She gives him a sharp look, but no reply. He grins.

"Mmm… I'm gonna say narwhal. Definitely a narwhal."

"Percy. You are supposed to be telling me that I am beautiful and perfect, not feeding into my delusions!"

"Wow, you don't think narwhals are beautiful? I'm hurt on their behalf."

She gives him a sharper look, and again, no reply. He grins wider.

"See? Narwhal! Adorable, squishy, and absolutely capable of stabbing me if I don't shut up."

A satisfied nod. "And don't you forget it."

Annabeth looks pensive, Percy comes over and kneels in front of her, rubs her belly.

"Why does it bother you so much? You've got a whole new life in there, of course it's gonna need space to grow." He pauses and presses a kiss to her belly. "And, for the record, I DO think you're beautiful and perfect."

"Well, if you think it's all so wonderful, YOU can carry the next one."

He gives her an impish grin. "I'm not a seahorse, babe. But you know I would if I could."

I hope you enjoyed it, my friend! 😂💙 I really would like to write it someday!

[rcmclachlan]

For the wip title game: post-doheny park alt meeting?

I should've mentioned this in the previous one, but I started writing this one before the S8 premiere. Then 8x06 sucked all the fun out of it and I ended up leaving it alone for a while, but since everything's made up and the points don't matter, it's so back baybeeeee!

The call picks up on the third ring and a friendly voice carols over the speaker, "Thank you for calling Kinard Air: We're not happy 'til you're not happy. This is Tommy speaking, how may I help you?"

"You really thought you could just dine and dash on us, Kinard?" Hen asks with the tone of someone who is incredibly offended. It's ruined by how hard she's grinning.

Bobby's turnouts squeak as he twists around in his seat, a startled smile curving his mouth and his eyebrows practically kissing his hairline. It seems like of all the voices in the world that could've come out of Hen's phone, he hadn't been expecting that one.

Buck throws Eddie a glance in askance, but all he gets back is a confused shrug.

The speaker crackles a little under the force of the guy's laugh, which is so infectious that a smile unexpectedly erupts on Buck's face. Some people are just like that. Maddie's one of those people: if she's smiling, so is everyone else around her.

"I think that was more of a deluge and dash," Tommy Kinard says cheerfully. "Did it do the trick? I dumped the whole payload, but there are a bunch of ingrounds below me if you need me to swing back for another go. I don't mind ruining Ashley Baxter's pool party for the greater good."

"Ashley Baxter?"

Hen swats at Buck's face when he crowds in close to hear better. He shrugs at the side-eye she gives him. Her friend just saved their asses and he sounds like a really cool guy, plus his voice is making something ping pleasantly in Buck's brain, the way a radio DJ with a deep register does sometimes. Maybe he's got a podcast.

"My least favorite teammate's kid, who's been whining all week about wanting her 13th birthday to go viral. I think I can help her out."

wip titles game

[thesafecafe]

🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

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

Thank you @shuadotcom for the tag! I have well over 60+ wips so I'm just gonna put a few up here:

"Open Windows"

"i still love her though"

"Say His Name"

"Scream 96' "

"Dark Whispers"

"Body"

"My Pretty Boy"

"Stay Forever"

"Care For Me"

"Within You"

"Devil I Know"

"Love You Like Me"

Tagging: @brownsugarbaybee, @hee0soo, @bad-euph0ria, @andysorbit, @calibabii21, @frenchkisstheabyss, @multifandomslxt, @agust-june, @welcometomyoasis, @potatomountain, @ja3hwa, @smileysuh

no pressure y'all <3

[leashybebes]

tidbit tuesday

thanks for the tag, @rcmclachlan. here's a little something from towards the end of the vampire tommy au. got a vague idea of how to get there but it's still very much in the [event] ?????? [event] stage of planning. featuring...a redaction or two, lol

Tommy comes around to the feeling of burning cold around his wrists, and a groggy ringing in his head that speaks of being dosed with nightshade. It's been a long time, but you never forget the feeling. The burning cold is familiar too - it's been a lot of years, but the prickling ache of silver is another that won't leave his mind any time soon. Pure silver chains would be too soft, and these definitely aren't soft - his best bet is iron cuffs lined with silver, attached to iron chains and set into the wall above his head.

He spares a thought for Lucy, and wonders if there's any chance she got away. She's younger than him, but she's fierce, and she's smart, so maybe. There's no real chance of help coming for him, but at least she might be able to raise the alarm, alert the VCU or the human authorities. If nothing else, get to the bank and warn them.

Tommy's pretty sure he's underground, maybe a basement, but there's nothing to tell for sure. Above ground cells can be just as dank and unpleasant as those carved into foundations, after all. There's nothing for him to do but wait, hope his head is a little clearer by the time whoever took him shows their face, and do everything he can not to think about Evan. He'll be in the thick of whatever this is, because of course he will, but Tommy needs to keep what remains of his wits about him. He can't think about Evan. He can't.

It's sooner than he expected when the door opens. The familiar stink of blood and death hits him like a fist and he thinks of course. Of course.

He can't believe it wasn't the first thought he had when all this started, but it's been so long.

"You were always a disappointment, Thomas," [redacted] says. Tommy knows better than to antagonize him - he learned that lesson a long time ago. But unlearning the lessons [redacted] taught him has been the work of a lifetime, so he twists his wrists against the chains and musters up a smile.

"Your time's over, old man. What, you think that one city falling into chaos for…for as long as it takes for the VCU to re-establish itself with outside support - so maybe a week? - is going to take you back to the glory days? You're insane."

[redacted] strikes him across the face, and it's like being hit with a block of iron. It's good, though. He's getting angry. Angry is sloppy. Angry is distracted. Angry is an opportunity.

no pressure tags for @bidisasterevankinard, @setmeatopthepyre, @spicycinnabun, and @frogsinflannel

[stealingpotatoes]

WIP TITLE GAME (except i havent got an open askbox so you're using comments to get snippets)

@dramaqueen243 commented: ahsoka cal chat rewrite!

As she grew older, it became a sharp survival instinct. Inquisitors bled loudly into the Force, a scratching, scraping presence that warned her to stop reaching and start running. A warning she too-often ignored, but a warning nonetheless. It had been rare to find anything else.  Reaching out now, she expected the quiet peace of the sleeping academy. The padawans’ signatures hummed gently at the back of her mind, all varying levels of untrained brightness. Stronger, she could sense Ezra (a presence so intertwined with his planet that if she were any more tired, she would��ve thought she was back on Lothal) and Luke (so strong even in sleep and far, far too familiar). Merrin’s Nightsister-foreign signature was always a little harder to sense, but all Ahsoka had to do was sense for Cal, who… Ahsoka blinked her eyes back open, her markings forming a solid furrow on her brow.  Cal, whose half-shielded presence sung loud, panicked, and very much awake.

[lotusbxtch]

Kim!!!

Please please tell us about dude ranch dbf Joel!!

And I’m gonna be greedy and ask about stripper whiskey as well because girl whaaaaat i am here for that 😮‍💨

Hi darling! So dude ranch DBF!Joel x f!Reader is something I've had knocking around in my head for a few months now (I even made a Pinterest board for it!) but haven't gotten around to actually writing.

The premise is that Joel and Reader's dad were best friends growing up, but went to different high schools and thus took different paths in life. Reader's dad became something white collar and six-figure... an attorney, a marketing executive, etc. Joel stayed blue collar, and so the two of them drifted apart. (So Reader and Joel have never met before.) However, Reader's dad runs into Tommy somewhere and Tommy invites him to come visit the dude ranch that he and Joel run outside of Austin.

Reader's dad is a bit of a prick and only cares about Reader for her braggable qualities ("my daughter went to ____ college," "my daughter works at ______", etc.). He likes to keep up appearances and has run out of friends, so he wants to rekindle his friendship with Joel. He decides that Reader's whole family will be going to the dude ranch for a month-long summer trip.

Joel and Reader both fight their attraction to each other for different reasons, but as the summer goes on, it becomes harder and harder to deny it to themselves and to each other.

Also for anyone that doesn't know what a dude ranch is: what is a dude ranch? (I realize that it may be a very American thing, haha)

Tropes: forbidden romance, age gap romance, dad's best friend, cowboy romance, city girl/country boy. Perhaps others! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I write it.

If you want to see more of my WIP titles: click here

Cowboy Joel, anyone? @for-a-longlongtime @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @almostempty @chippedowlmug @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @penvisions @luxurychristmaspudding @swankyorange @mermaidgirl30 @perotovar

[moonydanny]

(Not) Belonging, please!

*eek* I love this one! It's a little angsty in my head, but with a happy ending. Here's the idea I have for this one:

So Buck has an accident on the job. Nothing too bad, but dangerous enough that it’s touch and go for a minute. He has to have surgery (something with only a couple of months or so of recovery).

Tommy was at the call with them, working with the ground crew of the 217, and he sees Evan collapse. He doesn’t think, he just reacts and runs to him and next thing he knows, they’re at the hospital waiting for Buck to come out of surgery.

He keeps himself a little away from the rest of the 118, he doesn’t belong there anymore, hasn’t seen or talked to any of them in the two months since the breakup. He shouldn’t even be in the waiting room, really, but he can’t move. He’s fused to the chair. At some point, it’s Maddie who sits next to him. Holds his hand. Leans on him, with her head on his shoulder. He thinks he would burst into tears if he wasn’t completely numb. But he squeezes her hand gently.

When the doctor comes out and asks for Evan Buckley’s family, he stands up, but doesn’t come closer, stays at the back of the group. He can hear well enough. The doctor says Evan is okay. It’ll take a couple of months, but they expect a full recovery.

Tommy stops listening. His ears ring. He can see everyone’s relief, and his is so damn strong he’s surprised he’s still on his feet. Maddie turns to him, her eyes full of tears, but a little smile on her lips and that’s it. He feels the contents of his stomach coming back up and takes one, two, three steps towards the trash can at the edge of the room and doubles over to vomit.

What do you think?

[flekh]

wow she is the woman ever

[venusinmyrrh]

working title: the vampire’s portrait bleeds for a hundred years

in 1850s london, a young woman dies under bizarre circumstances, leaving behind a suspiciously mangled corpse and a mysterious legacy. over a century later, a film crew sets out to make a camp horror classic inspired by her death, only to discover that her story isn’t over yet.

“i won’t be back…. but something will.”

[djarins-cyare]

Held Is The Seed for the fic asks game, please! <3

Hi lovely Caroline! ❤️ Thanks for the ask and sorry it’s taken me a while to get to it. I’m offering a snippet further down as compensation 😇

The title Held Is The Seed comes from a quote by John Harrigan: “Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower”. There’s no specific line in the fic that refers to it (at least, not yet), but it seemed appropriate because Din has always hunted his bounties alone, whereas in this fic, he’s teamed up with someone else. Still, he keeps himself relatively closed off from her, essentially holding the seed of his happiness close to his chest. It’s only when he fully opens up and shares himself with her (in traditional smutty fanfic fashion 😏) that his happiness has a chance to bloom.

It’s basically a four-part smut-fest. The concept is that they’re in a cantina (separately so as not to appear conspicuous or too threatening) to locate a potential source and get some intel. Reader is bored and drinking, and she gets chatted up by a random guy. He notices that she keeps glancing at the Mandalorian in the corner, assumes he’s got competition, and claims Mandos make poor lovers. Reader vaguely thinks Din is attractive but assumes he’s kind of sexless, but she defends his honour nonetheless and invents a few stories about him to shut her would-be suitor up…

“How would you know?” you challenge. “Maybe there are loopholes. Maybe he can take it off in the dark or if his partner wears a blindfold. Maybe he’s the best damn lay in this bar, and women tell stories about his legendary talent with his tongue. Did you consider that?” With your attention now entirely on Zabrak(ish), you can’t see Mando’s reaction to your somewhat lewd suggestions, but you can imagine he’s probably shocked. The two of you banter occasionally, but you know him to be a sweet guy when he hasn’t got his gruff hunter guise on, and you bet this kind of talk makes him blush. The one time you’d mentioned anything carnal in front of him, he had awkwardly slunk off to the cockpit and hidden for a few hours. You, however, are enjoying the expression on Zabrak(ish)’s face. It’s equal parts annoyed that you’re defending his rival and worried that you might be right and he’s lost the game. Hilarious. You need to press more. Swishing the whiskey in your glass, you take a swig and raise an eyebrow. “You wondered why I was looking at him. Maybe I’ve heard rumours. A Mandalorian in silver armour, the best in the parsec at licking and dicking. Fights well, fucks well.” You risk a glance at Mando and see he has his back to you now and is with a shifty-looking guy who is speaking furtively. The informant. You’re glad he’s distracted, to be honest. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t hear what you’re saying about him. It might reveal your desires, and since you work and live with this man, you shouldn’t complicate things. Zabrak(ish) now seems torn between erupting in anger or collapsing in tears. But emboldened by your success so far and the knowledge that Mando can’t hear, you decide to weave another false scenario to illustrate to this guy why he shouldn’t make assumptions about your partner. “And even if the helmet never comes off, maybe he’s got other talents. Knows exactly how and where to use his fingers to make a woman come in seconds. Talks so deliciously dirty through the modulator that he can get her off without even touching her. Has a huge cock and knows how to use it. And by the way, the whole mysterious armoured warrior thing is seriously attractive. So sorry, pal, you’re outmatched on this one.”

I’m sure you can see where this is going!

Din has, in fact, overheard, and he later offers to prove Reader’s speculations correct one by one. First with just his voice (dirty talk ahoy!), next with his fingers, then with his tongue, and lastly with his dick.

There’s a tiny snippet here from an old WIP challenge post taken from a paragraph near the end of the dirty talk scene. Depending on whether this gets much interest (which I doubt because I’m not tagging anyone), I may post something a little spicier later, but let’s just say Din finds an innovative use for that ridge along his shoulder pauldron… 😳

[dadvans]

Short Term Solutions for the wip game! 💕💕💕

for the WIP title meme!

tbh can't remember what i've posted from this one before--

Tommy feels like he’s walking onto another scene when he shows up at Evan’s apartment. There’s smoke, albeit thinning through every open window, and Evan is standing on the table waving a sheet pan at the detector high overhead on the ceiling. “Hey.” Evan doesn’t look down at him. Tommy sees a smothered pot on the stove’s back burner, hallmark of a grease fire. “How do you feel about pizza?” “I love pizza,” he offers, like there’s a monster out there that somehow doesn’t. He tries to hide the worry in his voice and makes his way around the kitchen island to the stove so he can help dispose of the smoldering remains of dinner. “I’ll call Dominoes as soon as I’m not afraid of this alarm going off again,” Evan says. “Don’t worry about it.” Fuck Dominoes. Evan’s clearly had a long day, and Tommy is hungry but he’s not that hungry. They’re doing the overpriced hole-in-the-wall down the street where Ryan Gosling was apparently caught by paparazzi last week. He’s fine paying. “I can call.” Evan gives in without a fight, so he must really be at his limit. “Thanks.” It’s tough to see him like this. His usual spark has been dimming more and more the past month since Gerrard resumed control of the 118, and even on the really bad days, he seems reluctant to talk about it. The first time they did, Tommy tried to pass along wisdom from what he remembered of Gerrard: keep your head down, don’t go out of your way to do anything you weren’t asked to do (especially on a call), stay in your lane, and document every goddamn thing as best as you can the second it happens. But these days Tommy can see it in the dismissive way that Evan will crack open a beer on the countertop and say, “Nothing, nothing, you know, asked me if i moved out here ‘cause California is the land of fruits and nuts again,” that there is something worse and more complicated going on under the surface, something Evan refuses to let him help carry the weight on for a variety of reasons. It sucks. Tommy wants to help, and watching Evan struggle and buckle under whatever is going down at the 118 without him is starting to scare him. Something’s gotta give, and Tommy knows it inevitably will. The best thing he knows he can do until further notice is focus on short term solutions. He can take care of a smoking pan while Evan stands helplessly on his kitchen table. He can order a large Hellraiser, extra meat. He can get Evan so far outside of his head he’s boneless and thoughtless and can temporarily forget. “Delivery ETA is sixty minutes,” Tommy announces as he gets off the phone. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Evan says, gingerly getting off the table and setting the pan down. “I told you I’d have dinner ready, you’re probably starving. I can probably throw a salad together—“ “Don’t worry about it,” Tommy says, and that’s when he notices one of Evan’s hands is loosely wrapped. “Are you okay?” Evan seems to have forgotten about it, and looks down at his own palm when he sees Tommy staring. “What? Oh, yeah, got distracted, burned it. Then totally forgot I left the heat on high when I went to take care of it, and“—he waves his good hand vaguely around at the thinning smoke, a half-laugh catching in his throat clearly directed at himself—“yeah. Just can’t seem to stay out of my own way today.” There’s something unsaid there, some kind of weakness Evan doesn’t seem willing to part with, and it breaks Tommy’s heart. He maneuvers his way over to Evan’s side, taking him by the wrist to gently kiss over the burn. “Well, we have an hour.” He sighs. “Tell you what. Let me take care of you, get you out of your head for a bit. Then, after dinner, can we talk about it?” Evan stares up at him, eyes so big. Some invisible weight seems to slough off his shoulders at the suggestion alone, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

[skywalking-through-life]

Maybe it's too late, but in the WIP fics you listed: 'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend.' What was that one about?

Hi there anonymous friend! 👋💙 Of course it isn't too late!

So, just a heads up if it wasn't what you were expecting, but this one is gonna be smut, lol. Sweet and tender and loving character study smut, but still smut. 😂

I've been playing with how I want to structure this one for a while now, because this is a wip that I've had in my head since this time last year! At first I thought I might just do a short and funny little moment of Percy figuring out things he does that Annabeth is attracted to, and then doing them all at once to increase his chances of getting laid 💀, but then I realized that some other folks have already done that! And I know it would probably be a more cake situation, but I do want to do something a little different. So now I think it's going to be a multichap, with each chapter being a different smut scene, with Percy showing just how well he knows Annabeth and her turn ons/preferences in each one.

But I also might change that structure whenever I sit down to really write it, lmao! If you have preferences, feel free to let me know! I'm not married to any one plan about this fic, I just really want to write Percy and Annabeth being very in love and having some fun times. 😂

[rcmclachlan]

UMMM bare and/or/both post-doheny park alt meeting pleeeeeease

"I don't know how you managed it on such short notice, Tommy, but I can't thank you enough," Bobby says, voice pitched just loud enough to be heard over the din. "We were in a bad way for a minute there."

"If you want to thank anyone, Captain Nash, thank Howie," Tommy says warmly. It takes Buck a hot second to realize who Tommy's talking about. "Although if you really wanted to thank me, I wouldn't say no to you calling my captain and smoothing things over. This wasn't exactly sanctioned."

"Tommy, did you steal that plane?" Hen asks, coloring within the edges of her disbelief with amusement. 

"How dare you impugn my honor, Firefighter Wilson. I'll have you know that I borrowed this plane, and that while, yes, it was without permission and technically I may have committed a felony, I have every intention of returning it."

Bobby's grinning so widely that the low light coming through the windshield catches his gums and makes them glisten. "I'll give Captain O'Dell a call the second we get back to the station. Don't worry, Tommy, I'll make sure this won't affect your job."

"I don't think it'll be that bad," Tommy says. "It was for an LAFD call, not a jaunt to Mexico. I'll probably just get yelled at, or grounded for a week. It wouldn't be the first time."

"Making waves at the 217, I see," Bobby says approvingly.

"More like sonic waves," Buck chimes in, then chokes on his own spit when Eddie tiredly smacks him on the back of the head. 

"I don't know who that was just now, but I like you," Tommy says with an audible grin.

wip titles game

[bengustown-art]

an rpgmaker video game about a very normal 50s/60s suburban family that is not haunted by a supernatural creature whatsoever :)c

[apollabarnes]

fuck it friday

is it? yeah. we're thirteen minutes into it. let's go! special tags for @beanarie and @setmeatopthepyre who like this! they really like this!

Karen looked over at Tommy in the wings and paused, waiting until he nodded to continue. "Most of the time when I do this song I do it on my own, but it was recorded as a duet. So tonight, I managed to convince my original partner to take it out for a spin. Everyone — Tommy Kinard!"

Tommy came out with his guitar, waving to the crowd. The sound swelled around them, calming when he leaned into the microphone. "I think you're slightly exaggerating how much I had to do with how popular the song is," he joked.

"Okay, so I'll take back your co-writer credit?" Karen asked, teasing him.

"I was actually instrumental in the success of this song," Tommy teased back, winking at her.

"That's what I thought." Karen slid onto the bench behind her keyboard, looking out across the theatre. "You remember how it goes?"

Tommy strummed a few chords, pausing as they echoed. "Like that? Wait, no—"

"That's 24K Magic," Karen finished at the same time.

"Which is how much Karen is worth," Tommy continued. "If we hadn't both been established when we met, we might be in the same band."

"Any time you want to jump ship, handsome, you're more than welcome to be my backup singer."

Tommy blew her a kiss, glancing down at the strings. "All right, you're all going to know this one if you went to see a single musical or rom-com in the early tens. Karen made it on eight soundtracks in a single year."

no pressure tags for @ambernotember @leashybebes @spicycinnabun (and my groupies up top, heeheehee) and the many writing friends i'm forgetting bc it's late and i'm sleepy (note: when i don't have a title it's not easy to search out the other parts! edited to link them) part one // part two // part three

[lotusbxtch]

Stripper whiskey!

Hi babe! @baronessvonglitter also asked this one, so I'm tagging her as well.

Stripper!Whiskey is going to be a one-shot. Reader is in Vegas for her best friend's bachelorette party - albeit begrudgingly, it's not really Reader's scene. Especially not the male strip shows, but it was on the bride's list of non-negotiables. Reader tags along to the cowboy-themed revue, settling in for a night of cheesy, corny, oiled men gyrating... when onto the stage pops Whiskey, the show's star performer as of late - and it's only then that Reader realizes that it's her childhood crush, "the one that got away", Jack, up there with assless chaps. And Jack hasn't forgotten Reader either.

Thanks to @mountainsandmayhem @for-a-longlongtime and @alltheirdamn for helping me to flesh out what direction I want to go with this fic! Leave me a comment if you want to be added to the tag list when I write this (who knows when that will be though lol).

If you want to see more of my WIP titles: click here

In case you are interested: @mermaidgirl30 @joelmillerisapunk @almostfoxglove @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @strang3lov3 @luxurychristmaspudding @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @guiltyasdave @pedropeach @perotovar