#wrapped prompt game

[dawnrider]

InuKag 54! ❤️

Hi @ruddcatha my darling! For the 2024 Wrapped Prompt Game #54 came out to be

For some reason as I was contemplating this one and humming this song to myself, the Novel Encounters universe kept coming to mind, and far be it from me to deny the muse. Fluffiness ensued.

Brand New || InuKag || 1400 words

Fall into winter was not typically his favorite season. His body managed heat well enough that he didn’t really need a jacket, but his ears were susceptible to the biting wind that liked to whip through the streets between the tall buildings of the city. Today, to add insult to injury, it was snowing, the damp flakes sticking to the little hairs in his ears forcing him to lay them back flat against his hair to protect them.

Inuyasha grumbled and scowled, but didn’t let it deter him from his goal. He needed to reach the bookstore before Kagome left.

She had been working the later shifts recently, focusing more on her writing in the morning and giving up the cafe to another employee for a while so she could concentrate. With as long as she had been there, and the success of her graphic novel project, the owner didn’t mind the change in her schedule. She was hoping for another one from their “very own Kagome.”

Today was their first real date in a while. Dinner and drinks, the whole thing. Inuyasha was pretty sure he’d dug through his closet fifteen times trying to find exactly what he wanted to wear and left his place still feeling like it wasn’t quite right. He’d never really thought about it all that hard before. Even when he was showing up to the bookstore before everything went down with her book release, he hadn’t put that much energy into what he was wearing or how he looked. He was certain then that he didn’t stand a chance.

Now it was suddenly imperative that he present himself well.

The wind kicked up, whipping his bangs around and forcing him to swipe his wrist across his face to clear his vision. When he looked up again, he paused. Standing just outside the door to the bookstore, Kagome was bundled in a heavy peacoat, a scarf up around her neck and ears. Her cheeks were pinked with the wind and she had her hands cupped together against her chest as she looked around.

She is gorgeous.

Not that he hadn’t already known that. Not that he didn’t think it every time he saw her. But it made his breath catch every time anyway.

Inuyasha was shocked at how every time he saw her, he felt like he’d been remade. The pieces of him that had been locked away, sheltered, hidden… He became a new man. She brought out the best in him in so many ways, building his confidence without even trying to. She also brought out his most embarrassing tendencies: the possessiveness, jealousy, the urge to hide her away from the world so she could be his alone.

Sometimes he even felt like she wouldn’t mind.

“Inuyasha!” she called, pulling him out of his lovesick staring. The bright smile she threw him made his heart skip a beat. She strode toward him, the smile never leaving her lips. “There you are.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Not at all,” she told him, grabbing onto his jacket sleeves and pulling so they met in the middle for a kiss. “I got done a little early and the manager shooed me out.” She giggled, leaning into his chest to nuzzle up to him while also blocking the wind. Inuyasha shook his head with a wry grin, wrapping his arm around her waist and continuing their momentum down the street. The pub they had chosen for dinner was only a few blocks down the road and it was on the way to Kagome’s apartment… not that he was expecting anything. Exactly.

The whole act of walking down the street with her under his arm felt like a dream. The fact that she felt no hesitation to be seen with him in public, that he felt so comfortable with her there. It was like finding your favorite pair of worn-in jeans with the holes all perfectly repaired but so comfortable you could sleep in them. Kagome fit into his life as if she had always belonged there, as if she was the piece of a set he was missing and didn’t even know it until he found it.

She spoke softly of some of the books she’d sold that day, a few odd ones and a sweet gift for someone’s grandmother. Inuyasha nodded along, not familiar with any of the titles she spoke of, but enjoying the sound of her voice all the same. He could even withstand the chill on his ears, all so he could focus them on her and listen more carefully.

“Sorry. I’m boring you, aren’t I?” she asked suddenly, ducking her head and nibbling her lower lip.

“Not at all.” Inuyasha pulled her up short so he could cup her cheeks in his hands and place a light kiss on her mouth. “I like that you tell me about your day. And a book about butterfly migration is definitely more interesting than whatever crap I was working on today.” He kissed her again, then shifted his hold to her scarf so he could tuck it higher around her neck. “C’mon. We should get inside before you freeze.” Kagome giggled at him, leaning into his side as they walked the last half a block to the pub.

Something as average as a walk in the cold, a shared plate of fries, a laugh over a silly interaction during the day… All simple and normal in and of themselves. But for Inuyasha they took on new meaning, shiny and special because they were with Kagome. Because they were with someone he loved.

“I love getting the chance to spend this time with you, Inuyasha,” Kagome murmured as they walked toward her apartment. “I hate when it’s time to go home.”

Is she a mind reader now too?

Inuyasha chewed his lower lip. “Yea, me too,” he confessed softly, pulling her toward him by the lapels of her coat. Her wide brown eyes stared up at him, drawing him in. “Tonight, I-I don’t have to go home yet if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh yea?” she whispered leadingly. “I definitely don’t want you to.”

He smirked, finally leaning down to kiss her softly, slowly. She whimpered, going up onto her toes to meet him a little more forcefully. They parted to breathe, the puff of their breaths in the air clouding the space between them. Kagome bit her lower lip as she pulled away, taking hold of his hand and leading him into her apartment building much like she had the night of the book release party.

Hours later, laying in her bed and curled in one another’s arms, Inuyasha licked across her shoulder, soothing the marks he’d left on her in the midst of their intimacy. Kagome only hummed and shifted under his attention, no words of reprimand on her breath. He sighed in contentment.

“Stay here.” Her words jolted him. “The night. Or… or longer. If you wanted to, that is.” Her words were hurried, almost a squeak at the end. The anxiety filtering into her scent made him wince against the back of her head. Without thinking, his hand splayed on her stomach, lightly pressing so she was entirely flush with him.

“You want to stay together? Like stay stay together?” She nodded jerkily. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t,” she replied snippily. Inuyasha snorted softly into her hair, nuzzling her ear a moment later. “Do… Do you not want to?”

He took in a deep breath, sighing it out slowly. “I… I’ve been thinking the same thing for a while,” he admitted. “It’s all so new to me, though. I didn’t know when it was normal to bring up that kind of thing.”

Kagome rolled over to face him. “Who cares about what’s normal? All that matters is how we feel.” She pressed her nose to the underside of his chin, nibbling a moment later. She knew what that did to him… “We make brand new rules then break them if we don’t like them,” she murmured. “That’s the great thing about writing your own love story. You get to make the rules.” Inuyasha chuckled, dipping his head to gently nose her cheek until she put her mouth in kissing range, relishing the feel of her lips against his. The soft heat of her breath breathing new life into him.

[coldshrugs]

glamtober #31 - supernatural: mothman

my favorite american cryptid. i spent half my childhood in appalachia and those mountains are haunting and comforting. there's something nice about a fucked up creature trying to warn folks away from harm. this fit is silly but we can pretend she found it in eorzea's version of spirit halloween, right next to the sexy chirurgeon costumes.

items used:

head: tonberry head (jet black | ruby red) body: quaintrelle's ruffled dress (jet black | jet black) arms: demonic gloves (N/A | ruby red) legs: bunny tights (N/A | jet black) feet: makai priestess's longboots (ruby red) fashion accessory: fallen angel's wings

[dipperscavern]

Hiiii!!! Could you please write something abt comforting Robb after a long day of leading the war? Just some nice, sweet moments between the two of em xx

anon i SPECIALIZE in this department. thank you sm for the ask, i hope u enjoy !!

the tent is dark in the cloak of night, lightly illuminated by the various candles placed about. robb fiddles with the stuck buckle of his armor inside his tent, sighing in his growing frustration at the persistence of his armor refusing to unlatch.

he’s got squires for this, he knows, but he’s been around men all day. taken lives of fathers, brothers, sons, he can take off his own damn armor.

he gives it one final tug before he gives up, sitting back and running his hands down his face, trying his best to rub the sleep from his eyes. he’s got wounded to check on, meetings to hold & ravens to answer. he can take off his armor later.

he leans forward, putting his elbows on the table & resting his head in his hands, just for a moment.

….

approaching footsteps interrupt his moment of reprieve, and greywind rouses from where he lays guard at the door. robb hopes it’s just the guards changing shifts, but he knows better. it’s someone coming to ask him for something. someone coming to tell him what he should be doing instead of what he has been. pigs are flying and he must fix it.

he closes his eyes, and he hears someone enter the tent. the guards are obligated to announce everyone’s arrival, are they not? who could they possibly let in without hesitation?

“what is it?”

his tone is harsher than he intends. he’s snappy, even when he doesn’t mean to be. when he gets no answer, he looks up, and it’s you. his expression softens in record time, guilt crawling up his spine. he puts his head in his hands again, sighing at his own stupidity. what kind of king speaks to his people like he just did? to his lady, nonetheless?

you walk over to him, wordless, and begin to unlatch the stuck buckle. it lets go in record time, and you move to the next. robb sits back to give you access to all of his armor, and you step into his space. you must be a gift from the gods, he thinks. some kind of… divine blessing that he could never be worthy of receiving.

some time passes like that. you, taking off his armor, and robb, sitting back ever so patiently, resisting the urge to pull you closer. the weight lifts off him as the layers get shed, and he can’t help the few groans that escape him. how long has he been wearing this? ten, twelve hours? his body relaxes as you work, and in tune, his mind. his hand reaches for any part of you he can hold while not interrupting your work. he almost thinks he’s bothering you until he feels you lean into him, whether you’re aware of it or not. it brings the first smile he’s worn on his face all day.

eventually you pull him up to send him to bathe.

“y’look like death.”

your comment has a playful expression adorn robb’s face as he pulls you closer, and he starts poking your ribs, the place where you’re most ticklish. you yelp in surprise, squirming in his grasp and trying to get away. he’s got a good hold of you, and your pleas for him to stop are drowned out by your own laughter.

even if you’re the victim, you secretly enjoy the playful moments like these. the ones where you get a glimpse of the robb you fell in love with at winterfell — where you both were just two stupid kids, head over heels for each other.

“robb- robb!”

he eventually decides on mercy, stopping his assault. you sway in his arms, catching your breath & letting smaller giggles escape you. he leans in, kissing your temple in a half-apology (he’s not sorry) as he leaves to wash the grime off himself.

he comes back to find you lighting a candle you just replaced. the glow of its light illuminates your features, and you’ve never looked so pretty. he approaches you, and he can’t help himself, sliding an arm around your waist & pulling you into him. however stuck you may be, you seem content with your situation. you aren’t sure how long you stand like that, soaking in each others presence, watching the candles flame dance. you’re both so enamored in this moment, you don’t hear greywind moving to stand up.

“Your grace.”

you both turn around to see the subject of the intrusion. a guard has his head poked through the tents entrance, greywind stopping him from stepping inside.

“A raven.” the guard holds up a sealed scroll, punctuating his words. robb squeezes your waist ever so lightly as he lets go, moving to collect the scroll and add it to his list of things he must do. he nods, silently dismissing the guard, and the guard bows, going back to his post.

he breaks the seal, and whatever’s written on the paper has robb’s mood growing sour as he reads it. he sets it down on the table, putting his hands on the old wood and exhaling through his nose, leaning his weight against it. his eyes are distant, overworked brain no doubt at a loss of what to do anymore. how much can one man take?

you hate seeing him like this. the crown on his head is heavy, and war has not been kind. you wish you could fix it all yourself, but you can’t. the best you can do is stand unwavering by his side, there to prop him up when he’s buckling. so you do.

you move to join him, gently moving one of his arms off of the table to give you room to wrap your arms around him. he’s immediate in his response, tucking his head in your shoulder & pulling your body flush against his. he sighs, a shaky exhale against your shoulder. he needed this. bad. and he didn’t even know it, not until he got it.

not until he feels the heat and weight of your body pressed against his own, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. he can feel you trying to embed yourself into his memory, a reminder that even when you’re not here, he can come back to this moment. when he feels like he’s drowning in the vast sea of battle and politics — that he once felt like he was drowning here, inside this tent, too. and you were there to pull him back up. somehow, impossibly, he finds himself pulling you closer.

[blorbologist]

Spotify Wrapped Writing Game

Send me a character / pair of characters / AU & a number from 1 to 100 & I'll write a little something inspired by that song!

[dr-frankenstims]

spotify wrapped stimboard prompts!

i looove song stimboards and i know people were really hyped for their spotify wrapped this year so. prompts for it! feel free to tag me if you do them!! feel free to use this as an ask game too!

also: don't have a spotify? feel free to use your apple music replay or whatever you like. don't like your wrapped this year? use ones from years past! again just have fun lol

also also: this was made with stimboards in mind but if you want to use them for literally anything else, moodboards, edits, writing, again whatever. i shouldn't have to say this but i see people asking questions like this on prompt lists all the time lol

your top artist

2. your favorite album from your top artist

3. your top song

4. your second place song

5. your third place song

6. your last place song

7. your second place artist

8. the first song in your top songs with a color in the title

9. the first song in your top songs with someone's name in the title

10. the song that surprised you by making it on there

11. a song/album cover from your top songs you love

12. any lyrics that meant a lot to you this year

13. a new artist you found/fell in love with this year

14. any instrumental song from your top songs

15. a song you've loved for a long time that keeps making it into your top songs!

16. use a random number generator for 1-100, that's your song

[angstea]

Figured I'd do one of these things. Give me a character/fandom/ship/whatever and a number from 1-100 and I'll write a few sentences based on that and whatever song from my Spotify Wrapped the number corresponds to

[thevioletcaptain]

Nine Tenths of the Law #29 - INDUSTRY BABY - by Lil Nas X (ft. Jack Harlow)

Dean's in the doghouse.

He's got no clue why he's in the doghouse, but ever since he got home from an exhausting meeting with Crowley (complete with a far-too-familiar ass-slap as he left) Cas has been giving him the stink-eye, and he's done.

"Okay, what gives?"

Cas' jaw twitches.

"I realize it's not my business who you consort with—"

"Whoa, who said I'm consorting with anyone?"

"Crowley's handprint is on your rear," Cas snaps, and—

He's jealous, Dean realizes, and steps closer. Takes the chance he's been dreaming of for years.

"Just on my jeans. Skin's still up for grabs."

[written for this spotify wrapped prompt game 🎶] [other fills for this prompt game are here] [posted here on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

[capricioussun]

Had an idea and thought it might be cute

Wrapped song trade!

Send an ask with a random song and its number off your top 100 playlist and I'll answer with my own corresponding song of the same ranking

[sesamestreep]

Matt/Foggy, 36

From this Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game: #36. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor (🫣 I am not immune to a viral tiktok audio earworm…)

“Are you capable of exercising any self-control at all?” Foggy asks, voice dripping with annoyance as it carries across the room.

“I—” Matt pauses, as he tries to figure out the right response to that question. “I’m literally just sitting here,” he finally offers, weakly, because it definitely sounds like he’s in trouble, he’s just not sure why.

“I know that,” Foggy says, coming back to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m talking about what happened last night.”

“I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last night.”

“Matt…”

“In fact, I distinctly remember asking if you were enjoying yourself and you said—”

“You don’t need to quote me,” Foggy says, evidently excited or embarrassed by the memory—or both. “I remember.”

“Well, then, I’m confused by your sudden change of heart.”

“Not a change of heart,” Foggy clarifies and Matt is very often thankful that Foggy can’t hear his heartbeat and now is one such moment, because the way it immediately calms down from relief is genuinely a little embarrassing and he’s glad no one else has to know about it. “Just confronting the very frustrating reality that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in a shirt open to my navel because someone tore half the buttons off of it in his haste to get me undressed. Again.”

Matt shrugs, very deliberately casual now that he knows this isn’t a real argument. “It felt like an urgent matter at the time.”

“Matt, I don’t even know where any of the buttons ended up!”

“Thank God. It’d be really embarrassing if you’d had the presence of mind to keep track of that while I was…well, you know.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just unbutton my shirt patiently like a grownup,” Foggy complains, which is the exact opposite of what he was doing last night, but Matt doesn’t bring that up.

“I don’t know why you insist on wearing those fancy suits with like eighteen layers I have to go through,” Matt says, instead. “Getting you naked is like breaking into a Swiss bank.”

“They’re three piece suits, you infant,” Foggy retorts, laughing. “And I’ve been told by everyone on Earth except you that I look great in them.”

“I’m sure you do. But for my purposes, they’re a nuisance.”

“You’re a philistine, Matthew. And I’m going to tell Luke that you don’t appreciate well made clothing and get you on his bad side for all eternity.”

“Please don’t,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy’s wrist like he might go for his phone right away. The downside of meeting Luke through Foggy is that he always has this extremely viable threat in his back pocket. “You have no idea how hard it is to find a good tailor these days.”

“Oh, I’m intimately aware,” Foggy cries, and there’s a shuffling noise as he (Matt’s guessing) shakes his injured shirt at him. “And speaking of Luke, you can’t claim my clothes are a nuisance to get out of when you run around in your leather daddy body armor all the time. There’s just no comparison!”

Matt doesn’t point out that he rarely shows up to see Foggy in the suit because it usually ends in them arguing rather than fucking—or, at least, arguing for a while before they get around to fucking. That’s not going to win him any points at the moment, he imagines.

“Leather daddy?” he asks, incredulously, instead.

“God, shut up,” Foggy says, still embarrassed and excited about it.

Matt takes the shirt out of Foggy’s hands, gently, and then, not so gently, shucks it to the other side of the room. “Maybe I just like who you are under your clothes more,” he says, carefully. “Did you ever think of that?”

“You’re so full of shit,” Foggy says, and, Matt’s not really sure how, but his voice fully gives away that he’s blushing.

“You could borrow something of mine…”

Foggy snorts. “Yeah, I don’t think you have anything in my size here, sweetheart.”

Matt lets his hand trail up Foggy’s side. “Oh, well. Hot guy in a tight t-shirt. What a sad fate for all of us to endure.”

“That gimmick only works when it’s guys like you. On me, it’ll just look delusional.”

Matt frowns, not liking the sound of that one bit. He slips his hand around the back of Foggy’s neck and pulls him close until their foreheads are pressed together, relieved by how easily Foggy complies despite his purported annoyance.

“Then it looks like your only option is to stay here forever,” Matt says, solemnly. “Completely naked, of course.”

“Of course,” Foggy says, laughing softly. “It’s the only plan that makes sense.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement,” Matt replies, leaning in to kiss him. He conveniently doesn’t mention that he has one sweater, three sweatshirts, and no less than five t-shirts that he’s stolen from Foggy that he could just as easily return to him and solve his current predicament. He likes his solution better.

[naquey]

Spotify Wrapped Challenge!

Send me an oc and a number (1-100) and I'll write a scenario or oneshot based on the corresponding song! You can find any information about my oc's in my pinned post here. It can be anyone from any account!

[dawnrider]

Okay, I'll bite.

Song 73 or 44 (whichever fits better)

Escaflowne + V/H + romantic

Thanks!

Well hello @coverteyes! I honestly haven't written any Escaflowne in a long while, so apologies if it's a bit rusty. Dusting it off for the first 2024 Wrapped Prompt Game entry!

The two options were polar opposites, which I found very funny. 73 :

Which I adore, but didn't quite inspire without becoming a whole AU with like... spies and political intrigue or something.

Hilariously, 44 was "The Biebs" as my husband likes to joke.

So I hope you enjoy this Van/Hitomi Vignette!

What Do You Mean? || Canon-ish || 1000 words

The night sounds she could normally ignore were louder tonight, more frightening. It was the first time she’d been alone in a long time. Hitomi shifted on her sleep mat, rolling to her side and sighing. Scrunching her eyes closed made no difference and eventually she gave up, sitting up with a sigh of frustration.

With no real way to tell time, she had no idea if it was very late or very early. More importantly, she had no idea how long ago Van had left her here. She looked out through the tiny window in the farmer’s hut they’d found to hide out in, the barest edge of the moon in the frame. Hitomi knew that if she went outside right now she’d be able to see Earth as well. Tempting as that was, the combination of homesickness and potential danger outweighed the temptation.

How long had she been here on Gaea? Several months at least. They were hardly closer to finding a way to get Van his kingdom back. They had made a few allies, but they were doing their part with the power they had available to them while she and Van had to remain, essentially, on the run.

The soft click of the door would have escaped her attention if she wasn’t so focused on listening to the sounds of the night. She hunkered herself down, instinctively gripping the stone at her neck. Smothering her breathing, she waited.

“Hitomi.” She sighed at the sound of his voice. “You’re awake.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Van melted out of the shadows and into the thin beam of light from the window. “Where were you?” she asked softly, slowly letting go of her pendant. His dark eyes slid away from hers. Swallowing the sting that he still fought opening up to her, she looked back to the moon. “At least it’s not too cold,” she murmured.

“There’s an old fort a few days’ walk from here. Once we’re there, we can risk a fire.”

Hitomi jumped when she felt him plop down next to her on the floor. He hesitated a long moment before loosening and removing the ever-present spaulder from his left arm, rolling his shoulders and sighing. “What will we do then?” she asked.

“Allen knows that’s where we’re headed.  Hopefully he’ll meet us there soon.” Despite his words, there was something in his tone that said he didn’t actually want Allen to join them. Hitomi knew the two of them didn’t get along all that well. Some of it was ego, but she knew that Allen’s overtures toward her, however empty, seemed to upset Van. Yet he didn’t seem inclined to make such overtures himself.

“You’re worried,” she breathed.

“We’re vulnerable out here. I have to stay alert. We both do.” He pinned her with his mahogany eyes, the faint red tone she knew to be there not visible in the darkened hut. “You can’t be caught off guard. Not by me, not anyone.”

Why did that sound like he meant something other than her physical safety. “Van?”

She sucked in a soft breath at the touch of his thumb against her cheek, fingertips lightly brushing her neck. “You… You’re not of this world, Hitomi. You don’t know all the dangers.” Blinking at him, she waited for him to elaborate. Or do… anything.

“I’ve been here a while. I think I’m getting the hang of it, don’t you?” Van gave her a sad sort of smile. “What’s wrong? Really?”

“I just know that at some point we’ll figure out how to get you home.” Hitomi bit her lip. As homesick as she was, there was a large part of her that wanted nothing more than to stay here. She was someone here. Dangerously so. But she was part of something bigger and meaningful. As opposed to back home where she went through the motions with no clear plan for the future other than to get through the next day and whatever mundane challenges it brought. “I promised you I’d find a way to get you there.”

Hitomi dropped her gaze. Another large part of her desperately wished that he had never made that promise and that he would ask her to stay. She knew he wouldn’t. Or at least thought she knew he wouldn’t. What reason had he to keep a scrawny young woman around who brought him trouble at every turn, only useful through her visions?

“I know you’ll keep your promise.” Which wasn’t what she wanted to say. She wanted Van to say he needed her. Not for her power like he had that strange night she and Allen had kissed. He lashed out in fear that Allen would possess her, not out of jealousy. Then Allen had become increasingly possessive, forcing them to part ways. The last several weeks, Van had been keeping a firm wall between them.

Until tonight.

His warmth against her side chased away the chill. “Hitomi. Do the words mean more than the actions?” Confused, Hitomi frowned at him. “Allen is good with pretty words. He has that silver tongue. Charms people.” He almost snarled. his fingers tightened against her cheek, then relaxed, drawing her in until she laid her head on his shoulder. “Do words carry more weight?”

“There’s a saying on Earth… the Mystic Moon that ‘actions speak louder than words.’ It means that how people act is usually more truthful than the words they say.” She felt him nod. “So I guess it depends on what you’re trying to say with the actions.” Right now, his actions were screaming a need for comfort, for reassurance, she just wasn’t sure what he needed reassuring about. He was confusing, to say the least. Wanting to keep her near him while also keeping that distance between them.

The arm around her waist was hesitant, careful, the strength undeniable. Held close, she finally felt she understood what Van felt he couldn’t say. 

His tight hold said, Please stay.

For now at least.

[atelier-rougelian]

72 🎧👀

oooh I love the song for this one sm! Thank for the ask! c: (spotify ask game)

72. Whatever - This one is on my playlist for Nao, my collar x malice oc! I'll take the opportunity to doodle them with Takeru while they are working on a case together at the detective agency

[black-salt-cage]

Day #12 of our very own 25 Days of Stimmas! ⋆⁺₊❅⋆🎄₊❆⋆₊ Prompt: Presents / gifts ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[boyslit]

aaaaaaaaargh i have to pick a new book to start reading to get my gems before tomorrow aaaaargh

fine. we'll go for lou, lynt bores me and well. jasper's literally the last man standing

edit: i just remembered im still mad at lynt for that one stupid event where you basically go on a nice date with Toa and Lynt acts like a jealous little kid the whole time and it was extremely annoying!

[outeremissary]

When Art Fight finishes I will have so many projects I want to get back to so it will be interesting to see what random fixation takes me or if I just become comatose for a week. Free time roulette

[landwriter]

wip game redux

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

tagged by @pintobordeaux thank you! I made the obvious joke last time so here's actual WIP labels/nicknames from Untitled 1 - feel free to ask abt them but enjoy a proper list regardless!

Coffee Shop AU

Academic AU

True Names

1889 Storytelling

Road Trip AU

The Death of Translation

Sharpen Your Knife

Untitled Vessel Fic

Seventies San Francisco AU (now at 13K by the way!)

Hunter and Falconer

Hands

Shut Up

comedy on crickets

angst retired!corinthian concept

hob pov missing scenes of Just Like Love (shockingly descriptive)

comedy of dream and hob finding corinthian at the same time:

open tag to whoever hasn't done this and feels like it! <3