#wips ask game thing

[monsterbananatv]

WIP game asks! Oh wow it was difficult to pick two. Never beating the big brother allegations and Lucy??? What're you doing here??? please!

Those are both of my Kipps fics!

Never beating the big brother allegations is technically just a title rn but it was going to be a 5+1 of some sort but as I was typing this I think I came up with a better idea. What if I made it the title of the series and have the series just be fics about Kipps being the reluctant big brother we know he is. I have a few ideas for different things… the chances of me writing them all and finishing is slim but there’s a chance because I really want to use this name lol. We shall see what becomes of it.

Lucy??? What’re you doing here??? is my after Lucy leaves l&co where does she go fic. Cause like her leaving is rather abrupt and honestly how quickly do we think she would she be able to find her apartment so where would she go for a little bit? Yup, Kipps’s. She shows up at his flat with nowhere else to go and he helps her out like the big brother he is. I don’t have much currently cause I got derailed trying to figure out how she would know his address but my goal is getting it done before Kipps appreciation weekend lol.

Here’s a snippet for you:

When Quill Kipps opened the door of his apartment late one bleary winter night, the last person he expected to see was one Lucy Carlyle, teary eyed and carrying everything she owned.

“Carlyle?” He thought maybe he was imagining her. He rubbed at his eyes but she remained standing there. “Why are you here?”

She avoided his eyes, staring down at her boots. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Thank you for the ask! I appreciate it ❤️

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Behind the Scenes Writing Ask Game

So behind the scenes won the poll, but I thought I'd do an ask game with it!

✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

📜"how did you get started on your WIPs?"

📝"what stages are you currently in your WIPs?"

🖊️"how does your magic system work?"

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"

💻"what perspectives do you write in?"

🖥️"what types of writing do you do?"

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

‼️"what has stayed consistent across all drafts?"

⁉️"what do you do when stuck on a scene?"

❓ask anything you want!

If anyone wants to reblog this to play with too that's totally fine with me!

[chiptrillino]

61 for the WIP game!

(Sorry for the million and seven tags, Chip <3)

Its okay! uh... have some boys beeign cute? WIP Ask Game!

(one number can contain multiple images btw)

[cheatingtime]

[swampybogg]

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat 👻 long time no ramble in your ao3 comments but ily

Happy Halloween!! Always happy to hear from you! <333

Please enjoy my final contribution this year, a merry spookmas to all, and to all a boop night:

Halloween night in Gotham always brings out the crazies. The light is still on at this house, one of many in a nice, quiet neighborhood close to the park. The doorbell rings in expectation. As the tradition is answered, the owner of this particular house is nearly shocked out of their skin by the costumed figures on their front stoop. Or rather, by one in particular. "Trick or treat," sniffles a young, wobbling voice. "Trick or treat," her imposing guardian echoes, a beat off. The old rote phrase takes on new meaning, spat out of that expressionless red helmet, threatening and mechanical. Red Hood is on the porch. With a teary-eyed fairy princess, clutching a half-full sack of candy in her small hands. It looks suspiciously like burlap, and it's stained in places, like it's already been used for kidnapping purposes. Best not to ask, probably. "O-oh! What wonderful--" a darting glance from the princess to the Hood, "--costumes. So creative. Not staying out too much longer, I hope? It's getting late." "Making up for lost time," Red Hood says. It answers about as many questions as it raises, but mostly it says back off and give up the goods. Nervously, "Oh, of course. Take as much as you like, dear-- we thought we'd seen our last trick-or-treaters already." The princess's eyes get big, and she looks up at Red Hood, double checking. When he nods, shrugging, as much as you want, they said, she scrambles for the candy bowl. Crisp plastic packaging crinkles by the handful as she practically cleans them out. "What do we say?" Red Hood says gruffly. "Thank you!" she says, beaming. Hood leans in close. "Warheads? Gummy lips?" The gun-toting vigilante says disdainfully. "Are you kidding me with this sh-- stuff? This is bottom shelf candy. This is the dregs from last year. We both know the average property values on this street. You can do better." "Hood!" A third, irritated voice calls from the short driveway. "Wrap it up, we're behind schedule as it is!" "We'll make time," growls the man behind the mask, not even turning to acknowledge-- Red Robin is in the driveway. The severe twist of his mouth is impatient, but softens when the fairy princess comes running towards him, near-full bag held up triumphantly and spilling at least half a dozen boxes of Dots on the grass. "Red Robin, Red Robin, look! Look, I have enough now! I wanna show Greg and Mommy, they'll never believe it--" "Good job, Jenny," Red Robin says brightly, helping her up in front of him on the seat of his motorcycle. He's got a child-sized helmet ready to go. "See? I told you we'd get your candy back. Hood!" he snaps. Red Hood points fingers at his eyes and then at the cheapskate home owner's, I'm watching you, before snatching the last butterscotch out of the bowl. "Keep your shorts on, princess, I'm coming," he complains, climbing up onto the seat behind him. It's a tight fit. "Ready to go home?" he asks Jenny. "Bad guys and trick or treating and magic spells. You've had a big night, kiddo." "Uh-huh," she says absently, seriously studying her candy stash. "Then hold on tight--" "You got her?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I've got her--" The rev of the engine drowns out the rest of their bickering, and then they're off, screaming down the street. Gone, like they were never here at all. Halloween always brings out the crazies.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[diazsdimples]

Hi James!

I am totally an anonymous anon inquiring about the buddie sauna sex fic.

Not at all a mutual going on anon to trick you into dishing out another snippet.

Nope.

Not at all 😇

Hello totally anonymous anon that I definitely have no clue who you could be! You could never trick me into more Sauna Sex! I give it out freely fkjshjk. Grab a towel, it's getting steamy in here.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” Eddie grits, his jaw tight as he tries to contain his moans. And, because he’s a little shit, Buck swallows Eddie’s cock down whole until the head bumps the back of his throat. The noise that rips from Eddie’s chest borders on animalistic and he abandons his grip on the bench in favour of fisting Buck’s hair in his hands, pushing down on his head so Buck’s nose presses just above his pubic bone. Buck hums happily as he massages Eddie’s cock with rhythmic, peristaltic movements of his tongue. He can taste the slow dribble of precome right at the back of his tongue, tangy and salty and sweet, and altogether Eddie. It’s a trip, a fever dream to have his best friend’s cock in his mouth – down his throat – and Buck feels like he’s floating. Although that might also be the heat. The sign outside the sauna did say something about taking regular breaks, drinking lots of water, and minimising physical exertion. But since when has Buck even played by the rules? He hollows his cheeks, pulling back a little to take a breath before he swallows Eddie down again, and the strangled moan that comes from Eddie's chest has his dick jumping against his thigh. He's so hard that it's painful, and his balls feel heavy and tight as he presses himself against the wood of the bench for any sort of relief. It’s blindingly hot, having soaked up all the heat from the sauna, and Buck breathes in sharply through his nose as the sensitive skin around the crown of his cock brushes against it, but he doesn’t let up. The pressure makes him moan, his mouth vibrating around Eddie's cock, and the other man groans loudly, tugging on Buck's hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants, and Buck can feel the tremble in his muscles, the tension building as his hips twitch, fucking up into Buck's mouth with abandon. He’s a fucking sight to behold, eyes screwed shut and face pulled into an expression not dissimilar to a grimace. He’s slick with sweat, beads running down his neck, to his collarbone, and then tracking down his chest until it disappears into the diamond of chest hair. There’s an errant bead that hangs off his nipple, and if Buck’s mouth wasn’t already occupied with his cock, he’d lean forward and lick it off. Eddie whines again, his hips pushing up and off the bench. "I'm gonna – I'm gonna–" And Buck has every intention of letting Eddie come in his mouth. He wants it. Wants to swallow Eddie down and taste him, to swallow every drop of what Eddie has to offer. But then Eddie tugs on his hair and pulls him off. They stare at each other for a minute, both gasping for air. It’s hot and dry and it burns Buck’s throat, but the pain means nothing compared to the look on Eddie’s face. Unable to contain himself, Buck surges forward, mind set on nothing but getting Eddie’s lips against his. Eddie must have the same idea and meets him in the middle, their lips crashing together so hard that both men make a quiet “oomph” of surprise. The kiss is sloppy, wet, and the taste of Eddie's cock is still on his tongue. It’s fucking intoxicating, sending Buck’s head spinning into the stratosphere.

[witchywithwhiskey]

WIPs ask game

thank you to @veltana and @jen-with-a-pen for tagging me!

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

only one bed professor steve rogers

bridgerton sherlock

qimir bbf

sleazy landlord bucky

camboy johnny storm

logan & his cigar

pumpkin daddy ransom

apple daddy ari

horror daddy jake

those last three are all from a new AU i'm working on 🫣

no pressure tags (sorry if you've already been tagged!!): @buckets-and-trees, @biteofcherry, @navybrat817, @jobean12-blog, @nickfowlerrr,

@krirebr, @bigtreefest, @perdidosbucky-yyo, @katherineswritingsblog

[wolfsbanesparks]

WIP game (part 2!)

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I couldn't help myself so I'm taking @cerealboxlore's offer to jump in again since I had so much fun with the first one!

Word: MARVEL

M: "My hero," Lois smiled pulling him close and ruffling his hair.

"I thought Superman was your hero?" Billy teased.

"It's easy being a hero when you're bulletproof, but when you're a squishy little human like us, it takes guts." (One Last Chance)

A: A voice in his ear startled him, warm breath ghosting over his skin. “I could take out that gag and let you scream and scream and scream until your throat bleeds and your voice dies out. But no one would hear you. No one would suspect a thing." (Pretty Little Thing)

R: ��Raising that many kids on your own,” he said, pausing as he looked for the right words, the right way to show his support of his teammate. Eventually he settled on keeping it simple. “That must be hard. If you ever need anything, I hope you know I’ll always be just one call away.” (Family Matters)

V: “Vasquez residence,” he said, his jovial tone jarring after the day Billy had had. He almost hung up right then and there, just so he didn’t have to hear it again. (Pretty Little Thing)

E: Every book and TV show seemed to have a romantic subplot, every song was a love song, every interaction a potential meet-cute—it was like the whole world was centered around something he couldn’t comprehend. (Crush)

L: Looming in the darkness, where moments before Billy could have sworn there was nothing but shadow, was the Batman. (Marvels in Gotham)

This was so much fun, but it also reminded me just how much more I need to write lol. But needless to say I am more inspired than I've been in ages!

Feel free to ask me anything about my various WIPs, talking about them is a surefire way to make me want to write more!

Pretty much everyone that I can think of has been tagged in this by someone, so I'll leave it open for anyone to join in!

Your word is: HEART

[sad-leon]

69

lmao

4 layers short but i can compramise and give you two 6 and 9 :3

both of which happen to be moth leo :D

this funky boy also belongs to @teainthesnow... im realizing a good chunk of my sketches are for tea's aus alsdjflasjdflkjasdlkf

[circuseyesofgod-if]

i’ve just read the prologue and it’s honestly perfect. the writing is really eerie and creepy and the music? instant vibe. i’m waiting for more! <3

oh thank youuuu so much 🥹💗 i was hoping the music wouldn't be too much, so i'm glad you enjoyed it!!

[lailuhhh]

Do this one “i love you. i love you so much, whatever happens, just remember that, okay?” With mac and jack pls?? 👉🏻👈🏻😅😂

✨✨✨Bestie bestie bestie have I got a thing for you ✨✨ ✨

Jack failed.

It wasn’t that it was a new concept; he failed tests in school, his driving exam, even doing laundry the first few times by himself. There were missions that went bad when he was DELTA and CIA, and not everyone at the Phoenix had turned out perfect.

Jack knew failure. It was just another thing in his life that happened every now and again.

But not that time.

Jack couldn’t afford to fail that time.

And yet—

Jack had failed Mac so many times before. In the sandbox, in Como, all the times he got kidnapped— every scar Mac had was a reminder of each time Jack failed him.

That time though, Jack couldn’t even beg forgiveness.

Because Mac was gone.

Jack had to watch as Mac and Riley were put into hyperbaric chambers, watch as they spasmed with the nanobots in their bodies. His head had been going back and forth between them, trying to gage their reactions and if the whole thing was working.

Riley had come out first, breathing heavily and face still wincing as the last of the nanobots shut down, but a smile was attached to it. Jack had pulled her into his arms, thanking whatever greater power there was that she was alright.

But then there was a sound, one that Jack had heard many times before, and never wanted to hear from Mac.

A continuous beep, a flatline from a heart monitor.

From Mac’s heart monitor.

Seeing Mac still— seeing him not breathing would be something that haunted him for the rest of his life.

“Hey.” Jack stopped him, letting the others go first. “I love you man.”

“Jack—”

“I love you, so much, and I need you to know it. Whatever happens, I need you to remember that. I’m always, always, going to be in your corner.”

Mac wasn’t breathing.

Mac’s heart wasn’t beating.

Jack had failed him yet again.

“You— you don’t need to tell me that.”

“Yeah I do. I know you’re scared about what might happen, and I know you think that if something does happen, you won’t be the same. But you will. You’ll be the same nerd I met in the sandbox; same guy that I trust my life with. No matter what happens, promise me you’ll remember that.”

Jack didn’t even know what he was doing, trying to open the chamber or smash it. He just knew he needed to get Mac out. His attempts were clumsy and uncoordinated, and there were hands grabbing at him, pulling him back and shouting something he couldn’t care to hear, because the only thing in his ears was the continuous ring of the flatline.

“Mac.” He didn’t even know if he was speaking out loud or not. “This isn’t funny.”

He was so still. Everything about it was wrong.

“We had a deal. You go kaboom, I go kaboom. It’s not fair for you to break that.”

The yelling around him was mere background noise.

“Remember what I told you, bud. Please. Remember that I’m here waiting for you. Remember that I’m waiting for you to come back to me. We still got alotta stuff to do.”

The ringing was going to be the only thing he would be now to hear for a long time.

“Please. Come back to me.”

Then it stopped.

It turned into one, and then another a few seconds later. The yelling also seemed to quiet down.

Jack focused his gaze on Mac’s face, seeing the twitches of movement under his eyelids.

He scooted forward, pushing the others out of the way, wanting— needing to get closer.

“That’s it Mac. Come on back to me.”

Mac’s whole body started to twitch before settling once again. His chest was moving with quick breaths, trying to regain the oxygen it was deprived of. Then his eyes opened.

Just the smallest of cracks, a sliver of blue poking through.

“Come on Mac. Lemme see those baby blues.”

It seemed like years before Mac’s eyes finally opened all the way, even longer before the chamber was opened, and Jack actually got to feel Mac’s steadying pulse beneath his fingers.

Jack just knelt there on the cold floor, taking in the fact that Mac was alive and breathing, ignoring everyone else around him.

“Jack?”

Jack let out a sob of a laugh at Mac’s voice. “Hey, Mac.”

Nothing else mattered. In that moment, it was just him and Mac.

“I love you too.”

[lizardlicks]

WIP meme: Hair Brained :D

Cultural exploration through hair and the fact that Zuko gets quite an unruly mop by the end of the show. Can be read as pre-relationship zukka or gen, but I just thought the boys taking about themselves while connecting similarities would be cute

Sitting on the beach, wiggling his toes in the cool, wet sand, Sokka cast another side-long glance at their fire bender and-- yep, there. He did it again. Zuko raked a hand through his hair, pushing it up and back, only for it to fall forward a few moments later. He absently puffed away a strand that tried to cover his good eye. He must have gone swimming recently, because it seemed exceptionally fluffy and unruly right at the moment. Sokka was struck with a wild urge to scratch Zuko’s scalp and see if his hair really was as soft as it looked. After about the third time in as many minutes that Zuko attempted and failed to discreetly brush his hair away, Sokka finally couldn't keep quiet.  "Why don't you do something about that?" Zuko turned and blinked quizzically, so Sokka gestured at his own head to illustrate. "It's obviously bothering you." That earned him a frown. Not angry, just thoughtful, though the scar tended to make every expression a little more aggressive. "It's fine," Zuko told him, which Sokka had figured out pretty quickly rarely meant Zuko was actually fine, just that he was uncomfortable being the focus of attention. Time for a change in tactics, then. Sokka switched from directness, to gentle teasing. "Yeah, I guess it's kind of cute how you keep shaking your head like a shedding moose yak." "I do not!" Oh, there was a scowl. At least he was pointing it at the sand and not at Sokka.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

When you don’t have the word of the week \_(ツ)_/¯ again.

[cerealboxlore]

WIP Game (Part 2)

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you to @wolfsbanesparks for tagging me again! The last one was so fun, so I'm excited to do another one! :D

My word is: HEART

H: Here in front of him was a hand extending themselves to him, offering to help, in a genuine effort of kindness, and in return, the man slapped his son with his cane. (From my fic, "Billy's Middle School Survival Guide", where Billy's mysterious new guardian/cousin he's never heard of, threatens to change his life forever.)

E: "Ever consider a twelve-year-old is just better than you?" Freddy stated, as if this was a simple truth of the world that Dr. Sivana just couldn't see. (From my fic about the evil kid/teen villains of Fawcett City forming their own alliance against the Marvel Family.)

A: Anything else could have happened today, literally anything else, and he'd take it over being professionally paper cut by the glorified paper mache man hunting him down. Green Arrow started to regret the bet he made with the Captain, but if he lost here, he'd lose his pride, and there was no way he was getting bested by everyone else who participated in the bet! Not by Guy Gardner! (From my fic, "A Day In Your Shoes", where Captain Marvel bets some of his fellow JL members that they wouldn't be able to handle Fawcett City.)

R: Running away from a man playing the banjo intensely wasn't something the Green Lantern thought he'd ever do, but he apparently kept getting surprised by Fawcett. (From my fic, "A Day In Your Shoes", where Captain Marvel bets some of his fellow JL members that they wouldn't be able to handle Fawcett City.)

T: "There's no evidence to state that Peter Parker ISN'T the Green Goblin, and I'm here to tell everyone that this kid is hiding secrets none of us know about!" The former Daily Bugle journalist continued on with his tirade against the rising star photographer, in the complete belief of his theory that was just an inch away from the truth, had he not been so totally and stupidly wrong. (From my fic where Peter Parker has to defend himself from sudden accusations that claim him as the Green Goblin. My first Spider-Man fic! Yippee!!)

I wish I could have replied earlier but I got the due date of an assignment mixed up and had to rush it! This was so much fun! The creative sparks are firing up!

Ask me anything about these WIPs if y'all want, it's a good way to make sure I remember them!

Everyone else has been tagged by now I think, so I'm also leaving this free for anyone to jump in!

Your word is: SWORD

[writingamarie]

👶🏼👶🏼👶🏼👶🏼👶🏼

👶🏻 tba title (age gap buddie fic -like real age gap)

“I’m okay, Mister Diaz,” Buck assured him, “everyone here is so nice. They like me.” The statement was concerning enough but it was the last three words that had Eddie concerned. Buck had whispered as if he were praying in church like there was some big secret or miracle surrounding people tolerating him. Eddie had seen enough of Buck’s teen years to know that the kid had some issues. The Buckleys were perhaps the only family that had Ramon Diaz beat on the lack of emotions when it came to parenting. Eddie had been dragged to football games so his son could watch Buck play, he’d gone to the choir concerts the year Buck and Chris took choir to get their fine art credit for graduation, he’d had his Abuela bake multiple birthday cakes through the years all because Buck didn’t have anyone else. Like a duckling, the boy had imprinted onto Chris and eventually Eddie had come to expect the two of them to be together. “Plenty of people like you, Buck,” Eddie reminded him. “Let me take you home.” The words themselves didn’t make him think anything. It was a perfectly innocent offer and Eddie had no reason to question it –until the man Buck had abandoned gave him a look. Eddie didn’t feel particularly good at reading people's expressions but he did know jealousy. The fact that the man seemed to think Eddie would usher Buck away from him just to take advantage himself boiled and bubbled a white-hot rage in Eddie’s chest. He would never have let some young, pretty thing sit on his lap in the middle of a bar, especially when it was clear that they were drunk. Unlike unnamed men in bars, Eddie had some class.

link to another TBA snippet

link to another TBA snippet

link to og emoji wip game post