#WIP Folders Game

[inexplicifics]

Okay I would love to see a snippet of tribute!Lambert warlord!Geralt, that sounds hilarious.

Happy New Year, Inex!!!!!!!

Happy new year! Lambert makes a terrible tribute.

“So,” the Warlord says quietly. “Explain.” Lambert meets his eyes again, trying to look fearless even if he suspects his knees would be too weak to hold him even if he wasn’t chained. “That motherfucker Vizimir thinks you might appreciate a new disposable fucktoy,” he spits. “Your Imperial Majesty.” He puts every bit of scorn he can muster into the title. The Warlord blinks once, twice, three times, and then his scarred, surprisingly handsome face settles into an expression Lambert knows quite well: sheer wrath. Lambert elicits that reaction quite frequently. But to Lambert’s abiding surprise, the Warlord doesn’t strike him. Instead, he says steadily, “Don’t call me that. I’m no emperor.” Which was not what Lambert was expecting, at all. Unfortunately, being scared makes him angry, and being angry makes him keep fucking talking long after he really ought to shut up, so what comes out of his mouth is, “Yes, Your Dreadedness. Your Fearsomeness? Your Direness?”

[dilfmobius]

Sliding in while I recuperate from that smoking snippet to ask about “Don’t lie to me.” (And alligator tears if you’re feeling generous!)

Thank you for the ask! <3

Don't lie to me is set right after s2e1, and I just really wanted some sweet h/c and to write about Loki's time slipping. I started this so long ago and I hadn't even looked at it until I was going through all my WIPs, and re-reading what I have I really want to jump back into it.

Snippet time:

“How painful was it? Slipping through time?” “Mobius, we’re past it, it’s over — I’m fine—” “Just answer the question. And don’t lie to me.” Loki opens and shuts his mouth, his usual chorus of I’m fine and I can handle it dying in the back of his throat. Mobius has done so much for them — risking life and limb, and skin. Mobius has taken his chances, again and again, with Loki, saving them more than once. Loki owes Mobius so much. They can start with a little honesty. “It was one of the most painful things I ever experienced.” “Worse than the pruning?” Loki pauses, trying to choose their words carefully. Was there anything worse than being rapidly disassembled and then reassembled? Was there a difference between getting pruned and having your entire body break apart and snap back together in a matter of moments?  “Different. Still awful, but,” Loki draws a shuddering breath, “different.” “Oh, Loki,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out but quickly stops himself, stuttering in his movements. “Can I — can I hug you?” Loki feels their heart clench at the mere consideration. Mobius just stares at Loki, nothing but concern bleeding through his gaze. Loki shuts their eyes as they begin to sting. They nod and lean in, silently pleading for Mobius to catch them, hold them close, keep them together.  Mobius doesn’t hesitate, scooting closer to gather the god before him in his arms.  Loki presses forward, hiding their face in the crook of Mobius’ neck. They feel arms wrap around them, careful not to be too rough. Mobius holds them as if they were something fragile, but precious — not broken. Something to be cared for. Loki’s muscles still ache, a dull throbbing coursing through their entire body. They couldn’t believe they survived being disassembled and promptly reassembled — being ripped apart and scattered through time and space.  And the time slipping felt as though they were being stretched in a million directions, only to rubber band back, snapping them into place. Loki could feel their bones cracking in and out of place, their muscles expanding and twisting in inconceivable ways.  Loki doesn’t think they’ll ever forget what that feels like. “I got you, Loki,” Mobius says, voice as soft as his hold but just as secure. A promise.

Alligator tears is simply an idea for now, and it's not dacryphilia?? but it does have to do with Mobius' being obsessed with how beautifully pathetic Loki looks when he's crying and how he longs to swoop in and stop those tears. 🤭 (it was also first inspired by the song alligator tears by beyonce lol)

I don't have much written for it, but here's this:

To see it on a screen was something else, and to have the actual thing sitting at his feet like this, well, Mobius would have never considered himself so lucky. But here he is, with Loki looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, trembling against his legs, miserable and hopeless, begging for a morsel of tenderness. It claws at Mobius’ sensibilities and dissolves his self preservation. A scheme or not, he’s seen enough of Loki to know that there is always more than meets the eye. After watching Loki scramble and fight for acceptance, affection, for a kind of warmth that could be tailor made for him, here comes Mobius, ready to take the god into his arms and offer him what so many have refused him for so long. Mobius hears a whimper as Loki presses his face into his knee, and then a choked off sob, and he can’t take it anymore. “Hey, c’mon now,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out to run his fingers through Loki’s dark curls, pulling the god’s attention back to him, deciding to play into it. When Loki looks back up at him with tear tracks down his face, Mobius just tuts and moves his hand down to wipe at Loki’s face with his thumb.

WIP list here!

[impulsemuppet]

WIP Folders Game

Rules: 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 for the tag @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

All of these are Lokius.

The Parent Trap

Don Remembers

Mobius is Missing

Bar AU

Pet Names

Genghis Khan

Love Potion

Revolt of the Angels AU

At the Beach

Amnesia AU

Blind Date

24 Hours

Most of these are like a sentence or a paragraph so I didn't forget, but some of them do have quite a bit written.

I feel like everyone has already been tagged so sorry if you already did this @elodiah @kcscribbler @freakish-goth @ghoulehhh @lokimobius @blackbirdofasgard @kusakichan15 @silentxsymphony @mirilyawrites @andthekitchensinkao3 @boredintjqueen @distracteddream

[flawney]

WIP Folders Game

Rules: 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!

Things I'm actively working on for realz:

• Cambion in (surprise!) estrus

• Political art (I know, it surprised me too!)

• Musical Chairs with Opposing Monarchs

• Seasonal Gift Not Related to Corporate Seasonal Mascot

• MERMAIDS

Things so far on the backburner, they're not on the stove anymore. Or in the kitchen. Maybe not even the house:

• Massive crossover comic that won't ever happen unless I outlive one specific person (and I had SO MANY SCENES layed out 😣)

• Sailor Moon Tarot deck (so help me GOD, someday)

Thanks for the tags, @underthebluerain @panur

I am the absolute worst at tagging other peeps—it gives me "I am definitely bothering you" anxiety (so, if by chance, I am actually bothering you, I am SO SORRY, please feel free to eject me out the airlock)

@siflshonen @perseruna @annebrontesrequiem @inexplicifics @clementinecrane @fieldofclover @officerjennie

WILDLY different fandom modes on y'all so I'm interested to see what comes back!

[viarayy01-blog]

what a showstopper!

[juiche]

My friend and I had this (we thought) hilarious idea to do a glittery stickersheet of Ghost 💀✨ You know, these really corny, old stickers with lots of roses and badly applied glitter that you could find in magazines back in the day x)

[wchswift]

BODYGUARD LOGAN!!!!! we don’t have enough fics of him w this the fact that be was canonically one in the 70s makes my head spin

Heyy! omg yes, the fact that it is canon does things to me!!! So, I already talked a little about this the last time I made the WIP folder, buttt it's going to be about the daughter of a mobster who hires Logan to take care of her. At first, he doesn't even pay attention to her or show any interest, but after years of knowing each other and Logan being her bodyguard, the feelings start to change. Here's a little of it since I don't know when I'll finally post this fic:

You sat cross-legged on your bed, watching him over the edge of a book you weren’t really reading. He was sharpening a knife, his movements deliberate, the faint scrape of metal on stone filling the silence.

“Logan?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look up. “What is it, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” you muttered, earning a faint smirk from him.

“Right. My bad. What is it, ma’am?” His tone was teasing, but the warmth in his eyes as he finally glanced at you made your heart ache.

“Do you ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t stuck with me?”

His hands paused, the knife resting against the whetstone. “Stuck with you?” he repeated, his voice low.

You shrugged, pretending to be casual. “I mean, you could be anywhere, doing anything. But instead, you’re babysitting me.”

Logan leaned back in his chair, studying you. “You think I’m stuck here?”

“Aren’t you?”

For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then, in a voice softer than you’d ever heard from him, he said, “If I wanted to be somewhere else, I’d be there.”

Your breath caught, but before you could say anything, he stood and moved toward the door. “Get some sleep,” he said over his shoulder, leaving you to the chaos in your chest.

[grubus]

tell me about wife hunt yqy??

wife hunt YQY!!!

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

SJ is fucking pissed.

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

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

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

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

[greyhands]

Another (very) old WIP ^^;; Muriel with a ponytail 💚

[damehimari]

Malenia study I did while watching a show.

this was a wip for soo long lol-

[inexplicifics]

I wish you all the writing bunnies for your WIPS!! And for the WIP-game: dealers choice, maybe a story no one has asked about or something you are very excited to share

P.S. I love reading all your fics and have read most of them several times and some have become comfort stories and I wanted to say thank you so much for sharing your stories !!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope my fic continues to be a comfort to you.

Have a snippet of canon-AU hedgehog!Lambert:

“And what is a Cat doing with my son’s horse and gear?” the old Wolf asks, voice as cold as midwinter. “Lambert got cursed, and I couldn’t think of where else to go that he’d be safe for the winter,” Aiden says. There’s a brief pause, and then the biggest witcher says, “Cursed? Then where is he?” Moving slowly, Aiden puts a hand into the breast of his tunic, and carefully pulls out the little ball of prickles and rage which is the current form of his best friend. There’s a pause. “That’s a hedgehog,” the biggest Wolf says slowly. Lambert uncurls just enough to make a very unmistakable rude gesture at everyone, and then snarls at Aiden, nipping at his gloved fingers until Aiden tucks him away again. The white-haired Wolf barks a laugh. “Huh, alright, yeah. That’s Lambert.”

[dilfmobius]

Plz tell me about "the first time is after Pompeii"

Thank you for the ask! <3

This was supposed to be a 5 + 1 type kisses fic, which I started with them making out in the elevator when they get back from Pompeii. I meant to keep it very short and sweet, because I had other scene in mind to re-write where they kiss, but I'm unable to keep anything short, apparently.

So instead I ended up with 2500 words of them kissing in an elevator (twice!) and dissecting feelings El Oh El.

here's a snippet:

“Mobius,” Loki breathes, ragged, breaking their kiss. He stills Mobius, gripping his hips. Loki can’t help but think Mobius looks so fucking beautiful like this; lips wet and shiny, kissed bright pink and raw. Usually bright blue eyes now dark with arousal, pupils blown and pulsing — Loki swears he can see Mobius’ heart beating in his irises. Mobius is absolutely gorgeous and Loki wants to keep him like this for as long as he can. “Gods, Loki,” Mobius’ eyes dart between Loki’s. “Can I keep you?” Loki can feel the breath leave his lungs at the question. Just what is Mobius asking? Keep him? “I beg your pardon?” Loki asks, trying not to sound too put out. “Keep me?” Mobius chuckles. “I just mean, when all of this is over… consider staying?” Loki’s head spins slightly at Mobius’ words. He’s asking Loki to stay. At the TVA. With him. “Mobius,” Loki starts, hand coming up to Mobius’ chest, pushing him back slightly.  “When all of this is over, you and I both know what’s in store for me.” If I don’t betray you first, Loki’s mind finishes.

This was actually one of the first lokius things I'd ever written, and it's almost finished. I do still want to continue the 5 + 1 concept with the other scenes I had in mind.

Not to give too much away, but my ideas were:

an angsty kiss in the time loop cell mobius sticks loki in

a come-back-to-me kiss when they part in the void

kissing post extracting loki from the time stream

an automat kiss

a loki/don kiss

a kiss before loki makes the decision to walk out onto the gangway

WIP list here!

[misshowdoyoudo]

WIP game

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

Oh geeze I have so many WIPS it's not even funny. But the ones I work on most are:

• Leo is a tot during canon

• Crossover

• It's Obsession

• The Cowardly Trio

• Artemisia in ROTTMNT

• OFC Harry Potter fix it

• Bad Future Rise Raph, after dying, becomes Dad to 2012 boys

• Feral Missy Howard OP

And those are just the fanfic ones lol (most that will never see the light of day)

Np tags ~ @dorky-pals @azucar-skull @lasanya539 @pastel-mask @languajix @leilanising-sideblog @merakimagic @littlemissartemisia and anyone else who'd like to join

[flawney]

The people have spoken! Er, asked!

This one's for the Witcher fandom (as most of mine currently are—hyperfixation's gonna fixate ┐(シ)┌) and a sort of what-if blend of show-canon with some of the events of Lady of the Lake.

In the book, Geralt and Friends™️ end up staying in the Duchy of Toussaint for a whole season for plot reasons (other mountain passes get snowed in besides the Blue, turns out) under direct hospitality of the Duchess Anna Henrietta, who knows Dandelion/Jaskier rather well. Annarietta and Dandelion rekindle their fling while the rest of the group has a massive filler episode waiting for Spring. They end up leaving him there after the thaw, again for plot reasons (think: Geralt leaving him in the fanciest inn during a dangerous hunt combined with my dude thinking he's gonna end up ducal consort for realz) but when Geralt comes back for him later, he's literally on the chopping block. For harlotry. Because, you know, the reigning duchess of the country he's staying in can order executions for behaviors that in other circumstances, get his stuff tossed out a window at him on the street.

I thought it'd be fun to put the king with which he had a relationship in the show (Radovid, even if he wasn't reigning at the time, is a king now) in that whole mess and ramp up the political danger 10,000% :)

Could also have called this "High Stakes Love Triangle" but comparing the bard to a chair getting sat in by monarchs on different sides of a continent-wide war while silly little tunes play was funnier.

@inexplicifics @underthebluerain @siflshonen

[djarins-cyare]

Here from your WIP post - please tell me about Refugees From TV Land?!

Yay, I’m so glad someone asked about this one! 🩵 It’s one of my favourites and the first fic idea I wrote down after finishing Be-All And Endor.

As those of you who’ve read my WIP folder titles may have guessed, I’m pretty obsessed with the whole ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept. One of my most beloved Mandalorian fics ever (Short Debts Make Long Friends by @wrathkitty) features a Reader from Earth, and I’ve already described one of my Earthling!Reader fic ideas here.

Another of my favourite Mandalorian fics is Not My Stars by @keldabe-kriff, which is kind of the opposite – it features Din becoming stuck on Earth. It’s such an intriguing inversion of the ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept that I found myself dreaming up my own spin on how such a situation could come about and what the dynamics would be like. I love the idea of Din being totally flummoxed by things we find normal and the reader having to help him adapt!

Refugees From TV Land is a placeholder title until I can think of something better, but I’ve got the whole thing plotted out and have written a few scenes here and there. I think the best way to illustrate the setup is simply to give you the entire scene where Din arrives, although I don’t really want to give away much more than that for now. So here you go – I hope you enjoy it! 🩵

Refugees From TV Land

BOOM!

You bolt upright as a deafening bang wrenches you from your couch-based slumber, shattering the enjoyable Mandalorian-themed dream you were having. The projector still hums quietly behind you, its vintage lens casting an achromatic glow over the room, though the show has long since ended.

Through the foggy confusion of your abrupt awakening, you scan the room, convinced that something has either fallen or exploded, and a mounting panic hits as you realise Yoda is nowhere to be seen.

“Yoda! Where are you, buddy?” That dog is a menace.

After a few seconds, the patter of claws on the hardwood floor signals your little hound has heard your summons. All you see at first are his huge ears approaching the couch before he leaps up to join you.

“What have you destroyed this time, huh?” you ask, already dreading the mess you’ll have to face.

Yoda huffs at your accusation before bounding forward to lick your face – either in apology or simple affection – and you collapse back onto the sofa, laughing as you fend him off with a few ear scratches. A quick once-over confirms he isn’t wet, smeared in food, or singed. It’s unlikely he’s caused too much damage, then.

“Alright, little guy, whatever it is, we’ll tackle it tomorrow. Bedtime now.” But as you try to kick off the blanket and sit back up, you swear you hear something else – a man’s shout, distant yet discernible.

Is someone outside? You’re about to get up and check when Yoda growls, and a cold shiver of alarm races through you at the possibility of an intruder. This place is so isolated that you’re not sure how to handle such a prospect. You freeze for several anxious moments, watching your dog for any clues about the threat’s origin.

Then, you notice something odd: Yoda isn’t growling at the door or the windows. He’s fixated on the blank wall opposite you, upon which the projector still casts a large square of light.

And that’s when you see it.

Shifting patterns ripple within the light’s confines – undulating shimmers that make the solid wall appear almost liquid, the shapes slowly gaining colour and definition.

Suddenly, Yoda howls, and your focus snaps back to him, only to see him doing his best wolf impression at the ceiling. “What the fuck…?” you murmur.

But before you can reach out to soothe him, a shrill, high-pitched tone slices through the air, forcing you to clamp your hands over your ears. Yoda abandons his howling in favour of barking instead, his gaze fixed once again on the wall. You look up and see… images! They’re faint but unmistakable – as if the projector’s lens is out of focus.

Wondering what on earth it’s projecting (since the DVD has undoubtedly ended), you reach up behind the sofa and fiddle with the lens assembly, twisting the focusing gear to adjust the aperture. The piercing tone has vanished, so you drop your other hand from your ear, noting that Yoda has now fully burrowed himself beneath your blanket.

So much for your guard dog, the little wimp.

As the image sharpens, you hear a man shouting again – but this time, you can make out the words: “There he is! Stop him!” Desperately, you twist the focus gear once more, trying to tune in whatever your projector is inexplicably displaying.

Suddenly, the image becomes vividly clear – a perfectly projected grey hallway with angular walls and glowing strip lighting. Your drowsy mind struggles to make sense of the familiar architecture and fathom why it’s being projected onto your living room wall when, all at once, there’s another boom. You jolt in shock, and Yoda whines from beneath the blanket.

Then chaos erupts in the corridor: flashes of red ricochet off the walls, and your eyes widen as a figure dashes around the corner. A figure you recognise immediately.

It’s none other than the Mandalorian – his silver beskar deflecting the red plasma as if it were mere rain in a summer storm.

What the fuck are you seeing? Is this an easter egg at the end of the DVD or something?!

You watch as Din tucks himself against the wall near the corner he just raced around. He peeks back out and fires a couple of blaster shots back the way he came while Grogu’s little pod zips around the corner, its top closed tight to protect him.

Suddenly, a door slides open closer to you along the corridor, and a stormtrooper steps into the foreground, taking aim at Din’s back.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, fully immersed in the stakes of this bizarre bonus scene. But Din pivots just in time, firing his blaster straight at his would-be attacker. The trooper falls instantly, their own shot going wide and bouncing off the metal wall until it hurtles directly toward the camera…

…and into your fucking living room!

You scream as it impacts the wall above you, desperately wondering if you’re still asleep on your couch and merely dreaming this madness… until Din rushes toward you, shouting, “Is it safe there?”

This is a dream. It can’t be real.

Nonetheless, you nod.

And then he’s running toward you again, stormtroopers rounding the corner behind him, blaster bolts shrieking in your direction.

You cringe as elements from the show you love transform your cosy living room into a battlefield. Red plasma shatters an antique vase on your shelf… it singes your new oak coffee table and custom-made couch cushions… and the Mandalorian you’ve adored for the past four years dives through the wall, rolling to a surprisingly graceful stop on your rug.

Holy shit. This is a dream. This is just a totally realistic, scarily vivid dream.

But the shots keep coming, and the stormtroopers clamour ever closer….

“Close the doorway!” Din yells, rolling to his knees and returning fire through your wall.

Reacting mindlessly to his command, you twist on the couch, stretching up behind you to slam the on/off switch as fast as you can. But as the projector’s light flickers and fades, a few more blaster shots make it through the rapidly vanishing ‘doorway’ – and one catches your outstretched forearm.

The pain is more excruciating than any injury you’ve ever endured. You can’t even tell if you scream; you think you do, but nothing else exists beyond the searing agony of white-hot plasma eating into your skin.

It’s fucking glowing.

With the projector now off, the room is shrouded in darkness save for the moonlight streaming through the windows… and your fucking glowing wound.

You slide back down on the couch, clutching your injured arm and trying your goddamn best not to hyperventilate.

“Hey… let me see,” you hear, and suddenly, your fictional crush is gently cradling your forearm in his soft leather gloves. Din fucking Djarin is kneeling beside you, holding your arm as you hysterically gulp down oxygen and repress the urge to scream. Then, a gurgling sound comes from behind him, and you glance up…

…and wide brown eyes stare at you from between enormous batwing ears that illustrate exactly why you named your dog Yoda. Except… he looks real. A real-life Grogu with fluid movements – so unlike that jerky puppet in the show.

It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. Even your desperate, gasping attempts to take in oxygen aren’t enough to stave off your shocked mind’s overwhelming desire: to just switch the fuck off for a while.

And as darkness encroaches from the edges of your vision, you remain conscious just long enough to feel something tingly being sprayed on your arm. The last thing you hear before you pass out is a modulated voice that sounds remarkably like Pedro Pascal assuring you, “You’re gonna be fine.”

Sure. You will be when you wake up. Because this was all a dream.

Right?