#wip ask game answer

[northerngoshawk]

🌹

thanks for the ask choco!!

this is for my upcoming fic for @kataang-week 2023

And in that moment, she didn’t see the Avatar she knew him to be. Instead, she saw a fifteen-year-old—a fifteen-year-old who shouldn’t even know he was the Avatar, a fifteen-year-old forced from an era of peace to fight in a time of war, a fifteen-year-old with shoulders too slim to bear the weight of the sky and hands too young to hold the weight of the world.

this will definitely make more sense in the context of the fic, buuuuut you'll have to wait and see 😌

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[runemyth0]

What about ‘Rose-colored Beats’ for the WIP ask game?

Basically a Huntlow Human AU. Inspired by a RWBY fic I read back in high school (I don't remember the name). Obviously it's a bit more complicated than a simple bus trip one town over.

Hunter's secret is he dropped out of college and Willow was dumped by Boscha (it's complicated).

[qvert]

A BABY

[evansbby]

Would anyone be interested in reading a fic where Ari is a boxer and he fucks his rival’s innocent little sister after beating his rival to a pulp, just to add insult to injury 😭😭🥲🥲

[gbee333]

Do you have any designs for the Greek gods?

Hihi!! Thank you so much for the ask lol ^^ I actually have several!

This is my Athena! (I haven't redrawn her in a while sob.) lol ignore Ody next to her that’s his old design we don’t talk abt him..

(why are they so big?…)

I have quite a few doodles and base sketches of Apollo though no full on drawings of him as of yet.. :,) this is just what he looks like on a basic level aha

I'm still workshopping my Artemis design so for now iv just been using a very slightly altered version of the Hades game version of her :) (the drawings both above and below were done by my wonderful twin sibling :) thank you twinnn ehe)

and iv actually drawn Hermes probbably more then any of the other gods but I sadly do not have a set design for him— I'm still figuring that out for now :,) (here are some random drawings from animatics I'm working on or just general old doodles aha)

I alsooo have Aeolus!

I KNOW IV ALREADY SHOWED 2 OF THESE BEFORE BUT SHSUHUSHSUHS 😭 😭

Anygays though lol I have drawn several other gods but l can't find the sketches.. 2 their all really really old.. And 3 i really need to redesign them LMAO

tysm for the ask! ^^ i loved this question hehe

[mrsjellymunson]

👙 okay so I read the latest instalment of good things, and I simply must know more about this pool party! Any juicy tidbits you'd be willing to share?

Bahahaa! 😏 Well, the most recent lines I wrote are only semi-juicy 😉 but here you are…

💋

Eddie presses against you, trapping you against the countertop. You could probably slide out sideways to get away, but you’re finding you completely lack the motivation to do so. He reaches up dramatically, knowing it’s lifting the hem of the skimpy, and frankly slutty, cutaway shirt he’s wearing, and it places his tricep and hairy underarm way too close to your face to be at all polite. He’s dried off in the sun but hasn’t showered, and the lack of deodorant combined with the heat has brought out a delicious sheen of fresh man-sweat, which you eagerly, if subtly, inhale. It also gives you an excellent close up view of his wyvern tattoo, and your eyes scan it rapidly, trying to commit every detail to memory.

Continuing his unsubtle charade, he reaches in and blindly pulls something out of the top cupboard. Still leaning in ridiculously close, he moans with a sigh,

“Yeah, this is exactly what I needed.”

Your voice comes out a little breathier than you’d anticipated as you banter back,

“Oh, is it now…?”

His eyes flit to the bottle he now has in his grasp, and does his best to remain serious as he reads,

“Uh, sure, I definitely need… Mr Harrington's ear medication? Hey, you can never be too careful when there’s water around…”

You suppress a snort as he pushes his hips into yours once more and then backs off towards the patio doors. He waggles the top of the vial at you as he smirks devilishly, turning at the last moment to return to the party. You breathe out a long sigh, unaware that you’d been holding your breath this whole time. And, whilst you can’t even imagine how you’d explain that level of proximity to anyone who could’ve walked in and seen you, you immediately miss his heat and the weight of his torso against you.

ETA: it took me an overly hot minute to figure out that the peeps on my series taglist might like to see this 😆🙈 @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @guiltyasquinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean @mediocredreams @in2tswft @rebelfell @ali-r3n @katethetank @moonflower1387 @queerandobsessed @littlebebebunny @micheledawn1975 @veemoon @aol19 @paleidiot @shesahellfirebabe @sapphire4082 @sherrylyn0628 @munsonssweets @lemme-slytherin-that-dick @12thatsanumber @catherinnn @alastorssimp @the-baby-angel @eddie-is-a-god @wolfqueenxxx @losingmygrasponreality @richter-raccoon @perfunctory-username69 @1deverland @evileyeandthecattywhumps @3rd-conchord @bellalillyrose @katethetank @justalotoffanfiction

[zepskies]

Hey!

It's really tough to choose which to ask about for the WIP game (I love all your stories).

There were two I couldn't decide between, so can I be cheeky and ask about Over the Bridge and Red-Eye, please? 🩷

Hey there! Aw thank you so much!! 🥰💜

Hahaa you can certainly be cheeky. 😘 And it's interesting you picked those stories, because both of them are my last two squares for Jacklesverse Bingo!

OVER THE BRIDGE

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Soulmate!Reader 

Summary: Your car is teetering on the edge of a rickety bridge. When Sheriff Beau Arlen arrives at the scene to help you, he realizes that for the first time in his life, he can hear his soulmate’s thoughts.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

“You okay?” Jenny said. “It’s not often that you’re at a loss for words.”

Beau shot her a wry look. He opened his mouth to reply, but the voice in his mind grew even stronger. Sharper. Feminine, and desperate.

Hellooo! Can they even see I’m still alive over here? Oh, God. Please. I can’t move…

Beau blinked in confusion, but the sharp tug of fear and dread inside his chest was even harder to ignore than the thoughts in his head—thoughts that were most definitely not his own. It was the strangest sensation…

RED-EYE

Pairing: Jason Teague x F. Reader

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

With wide eyes, you turned back and found your suitcase lying on the floor, on its side, now with two prongs of black metal poking out without a handle. The damn thing broke.

“You gotta be shitting me!” you groaned as you struggled to pick up your suitcase by one of the now jagged beams coming out of it. “You can’t just give up, dude! You’re killin’ me here.”

To be fair, the suitcase was heavy as hell. You’d probably overpacked.

“Hey, uh, miss. You need some help?” You looked up at the question, meeting a pair of green eyes and the handsome face of a young man. His short, blondish hair caught on the overhead lighting, brandishing the ends of it golden.

re: the WIP Folder tag game...

[redbirdandbluebird23]

YOTP 2 (JD) for the wip tag game 🤓

This is quite possibly the silliest, crackish fic I've ever written 😂 the whole premise is Jason getting his wisdom teeth out and being high af the entire time after xD Here's a snippet:

Dick can't help it, he laughs.

And Jason promptly bursts into tears. "Someone stole my teeth and you're laughing at me. Why are you so mean?"

"No, Jay, that's not why I'm laughing." Dick says, trying to stop laughing as he pulls into the parking garage of Jason's building.

"You shouldn't be mean to me, my boyfriend's Nightwing." Jason says, his voice wet as he pouts and crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

Dick has to stifle his laughter in the back of his hand as he climbs out the car and walks around to Jason's side. "Yeah, and what's Nightwing going to do to me if I'm mean to you?"

"He'll break your pretty face." Jason says, patting Dick on the cheek when he leans over him to undo his seat belt.

There is no seriousness at all to this fic, it's just a light-hearted bit of fun for a change 😂

Thank you for the ask!! ❤️💙

WIP ask game!

[thebarontheabyss]

Hi Esh! I'm not the type of person who sends in asks usually, but I wanted to give you a message.

I've been in the IF community for 3 years, and I've read so many demos, some coming to be a complete project, others that stopped being updated at some point.

The funny thing is that some of those demos, that stopped being updated years ago, still have loyal fanbases that religiously check if the author came back, if they're doing okay, if the project is coming back.

What I wanted to say is no matter how long you take to update, or if you feel like you're writing at a slow pace, people are still gonna wait patiently for an update and they're still gonna check in on you, they want you to be okay first and foremost.

I've recently seen an author coming back after a 2 year hiatus, and people immediately sent asks into their inbox about how they're doing, how the story is going.

Just know that we care about you, take as long as you need.

First of all, thank you for taking the time to write this. ❤

I let the fear of failure sink its teeth into me when it came to this project.

I started feeling like people had lost interest in the game, which is ridiculous because I’ve received so many comments that say the exact opposite.

But you keep comparing yourself to others, and suddenly, nothing feels like enough. Perfectionism is a curse.

Anyway, I got a lot of inspiration for Peisinoe over the past few months.

Soooo it’s taken time to start climbing out of that headspace. But I’m getting there. Slowly, steadily, I’m writing again.

I’m in a much better place now, and I’m truly grateful to all of you for your kindness. Seriously. Thank you.

[3lectricinsomnia]

🌹

One touches his lip and stares at the blue, empyrean-infused, blood staining his fingertips.

[northerngoshawk]

🌹🌹

thanks for the ask violet!!

these two sentences are from an upcoming gwen-centric ficlet/drabble bc across the spiderverse has me in a chokehold

Peter B. Parker is different in his own way—but maybe it’s because she has already known a Peter Parker, already knows his little quirks and traits and habits like the back of her hand. This Peter is so old, so much older and tired and worn, but the familiarity is still there when she looks for it, and maybe it’s because of that she allows him to take her under his wing, allows herself to look up to him as a mentor.

(and he looks so much like her Peter, so much alike and yet so different, so much older and tired and worn and she aches—)

gwen my beloved 🥺 she Does Not Deserve the hate she gets in this fandom 😭

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[runemyth0]

OwlHouseTimeLoopFic Notes for the WIP ask game?

It's planned to start out fun, as Luz tries to warn everyone about the Day of Unity and Belos but no one even knows who she is or how she knows things. Of course, then comes the end of the first loop...

As the loops wear on, it all starts to wear on Luz's psyche. If you're familiar with Groundhog Day, that's basically the template, for good and for ill.

[setmeatopthepyre]

and the 3rd word prompt i have for you is.. chill/cold 🥶

thank youuu for your prompt! not doing them in order at all lmao hope you don't mind!

here's some more very unedited stuff from buck's squire dream (pt 1 and pt 2) from bucktommy knight au aka sweetmeats au aka what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?

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Buck draws a gauntleted hand towards him, coaxes the leather-gloved fingers out of the straps keeping the articulated plates in place. The iron glove curls in on itself with no human hand left to animate it and Buck lets himself admire for a moment the intricate details, the sun with its rays, etched into the plate, before he sets the gauntlet aside. The second follows, and the gloves, and then the knight’s hands are bare. They are calloused, tender and red in places. They flex as if the knight needs a moment to become reacquainted with existing outside of his hard shell. Then they move up, begin to work at the straps of the plate that wraps along the bottom of his helmet.

With the knight’s arms lifted so, Buck can make quick work of the straps securing his pauldrons. It requires him moving in close, shuffling in between the knight’s splayed legs to reach his upper arms, release the width of his shoulders. The gambeson below is stained with sweat and rust and leather, though the deep blue of the fabric obscures most of it.

His vision focuses strangely then. He thinks vaguely that he must have laid aside the pauldrons, because they are no longer in his hands. Instead, his vision is filled with the flat edge of the knight’s gorget, where it dips from the protective circle around his neck and under his breastplate. Without the wrap of his helmet, the armorer’s mark has become visible at his throat - the sunseal and initials of a royal smith. Buck’s fingers trace the mark without his bidding, and then a cleft chin dips into view, and he is unable to do anything but trail his gaze upwards to meet with eyes more brilliant than the sapphires that adorn the knight’s blade.

Tommy. Buck wants so suddenly and fiercely to taste the man’s name on his lips but finds himself just as suddenly unable to will his tongue to speak. Nevertheless, Tommy’s eyes meet his, and his gaze holds him captive, and sweat prickles in his neck and then down his spine until Buck is half convinced it was not sweat at all, but a spirit’s breath chilling his skin.

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-> send me a prompt and make me write <-

[agentpeggycartering]

Not surprising in which buck is a chaotic menace (aka nora verse)

Tell me more 💙

Yes of course, Diana! I'm going to give you some headcanons. 🥰

Everyone calls the baby Nora, except for Eddie. He calls her Ellie, and whenever he steals her, which is often, he calls it his 'Eddie and Ellie' time. Buck is very upset that Eddie is calling his baby Ellie and not Nora, and he makes a promise to Buck and Tommy (and Nora, but she's a baby) that if when she gets older she doesn't like being called Ellie he will stop calling her that.

(She says that it's okay when Tío Eddie calls her Ellie, but no one else is. She actually gets in a fight in kindergarten when someone tries to call her Ellie. "My name is Nora." "But that guy who dropped you off called you Ellie." "That's my uncle, he's the only one who is allowed to call me that." It goes on her whole life. She will fight anyone who tries to call her Ellie, that's her special name, you don't have her permission to call her that.)

One of the most notable times that Eddie enacts Eddie and Ellie time is when she's still a very young baby. She goes over to the Kinard residence and kicks Buck and Tommy out. He doesn't care where they go or what they do, but they're not go step foot in the house until 10AM tomorrow morning. (He won't say it to their faces but they need to get laid, and they need to get away from the baby and be adults. But really mostly they just need to get laid, he's had the both of them complaining to him for weeks and he already knows way more about their sex life than he wants to know)

Also when they were in the hospital before they were discharged there was more than one memorable occasion where Eddie came, unannounced to visit them, and found all of them sleeping so he would just scoop Nora up when she started to fuss and cuddled her and then Buck and Tommy would wake up in a panic because the bassinet was empty, and then they would inevtiably see Eddie sitting in a chair holding their baby and whispering all kinds of secrets to her.

[nobodysdaydreams]

WIP and Published Fics Ask Game (reblog to play and feel free to drop the emojis/questions in the ask box!)

Questions about WIPs:

🥰 a fluff WIP snippet

😂 a funny or crack WIP snippet

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from ________ [name of a character]. If you don’t have one for that character, choose someone else!

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

Questions about published fics:

📖 a published snippet from _________ [published work of theirs you haven't had the time to read yet, but are curious about]

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

🎁name a published gift fic someone has given you that you love and can't recommend enough (be sure to tag the author. Or if you don't have an AO3 or haven't been gifted a fic, what kind of fic would you like to be gifted?)

🤔 ____________? [ask the author a question about any of their published works, such as what the writing process was like, what their favorite fic is, or what character they like writing about].

[tackytigerfic]

maxiel PLEASE

oh hello there pal! This is not really very well underway, I only have one scene. Premise is an AU. Daniel owns a fancy farm shop, Max is a finance guy. They meet when Max keeps coming in to Daniel's shop to buy overpriced bunches of wildflowers, and sandwiches made with artisan ingredients on sourdough. Max joins Daniel's amateur footie squad and they all end up going karting on a stag do while dressed as mariokart characters.

“It is a very lovely dress, perhaps, but not very comfortable,” Max says, sounding completely serious, but he’s watching  for Daniel’s smile so closely that Daniel knows he must be joking. He turns his back to Daniel, reaching up with one of his big hands, the unbruised one, so he can pull at the puffy neckline of the dress. When he eases it down off one shoulder, Daniel can see the imprint of the elastic in his skin, a pattern scored all the way down lower and lower, running in an orderly line until it disappears under the pink silky fabric. Max’s back muscles flex with the movement. He’s too big for the dress, really; it should be ridiculous. It is ridiculous. His skin is blotchy with heat, the pink bits nearly the same colour as the dress, and every part of him that Daniel can see is gleaming with sweat and specks of glitter.

“Unzip me?” Max says, and Daniel’s hands are moving before he can even think about it.