#fanfic title ask game

[shychick-52]

For title ask game: “Just One Day..”

A fenro story where both Fenton and Gyro are pining for the other, both in love with the other, but neither knows the other's feelings and thinks there's no way he would ever feel the same way about him. But both think he would almost be content if they could spend just one wonderful day together...

Or if I wanted to take the angsty route, Gyro and Fenton are in a relationship or are married, and something happens to the other and he doesn't have much longer to live. They would be determined to spend their last day together making each other happy and just spending time with one another.

[myth-blossom]

For the made-up fic title ask: Ocean Eyes

Thank you for the ask! :D

For Ocean Eyes, I’m thinking something from Diana’s perspective. How she sees something different in the icy blue eyes of a mysterious assassin, something more than the machine that his past had created and her superiors want to use if not destroy. She’s caught in the stormy tide of his gaze and willingly wades further into its chilling depths.

She studies him as they begin to work together, through gritty camera feeds and far too rare in-person meetings, and she notices the ocean soothing over time, ever so slowly. He eventually doesn’t rush their conversations, he humors her small talk, and he responds about more than just the job they’re meant to do. She notices him watching her often and she swims contentedly in the calm of his bright blue sea for longer than they should allow, but neither really seems to care about discretion anymore. On lonely nights she dreams of that special ocean and what it would be like to be swept up by its beautiful waves.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Made up fic title: sometimes a family is just several chaotic gremlins and an exasperated (mom/dad) friend

I feel like this could be a cute fluffy afterlife fic (of like, everyone on their 1st origins) with Scott being the exasperated dad friend. Except plot twist the exasperated dad friend is also a chaotic gremlin.

Another thought I had would be a phasmogang fic with Scott and Shelby taking turns being the exasperated parent friend. Bc phasmogang gives me like, true found family vibes in that they're a group of friends who are all kinda joined at the hip and show up at each other's houses texting them like "u up?" and will just spend hours and hours hanging out together and affectionately heckling each other

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Fic title: They speak of long lost foreign sights

This screams reincarnation AU to me. Maybe SBI as reincarnated Greek myth figures and they slowly start to remember their old lives after meeting each other 🤔

[Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you the fic I’d write for it]

[shrinkthisviolet]

For the made-up fic title, how about "Cumulonimbus"? (Titles are hard)

Gotta be real with you, I had to look this one up 😅 from what I’ve gathered, it’s a thunderstorm cloud, and it produces rain and lightning.

So the fic I’d write for this would probably be about (DCTV/CW) Jesse’s superhero arc, which is mostly implied throughout the show but never shown. We’d see her establishing herself as a hero on E2, building her team, her tumultuous relationship with Harry (especially post-s4 as she has to re-teach him all that he taught her)…maybe even Jesse finding love 👀 and the final scene of it would probably be her running in Crisis as the skies turn red and fill with…you guessed it…cumulonimbus clouds!

send me a made-up fic title, and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it!

[coolcattime]

a handbook on how to not treat your wounds

As it turns out pushing down your reaction to trauma isn't the healthiest of solutions. Unfortunately, Capsize is learning this lesson the hard way as she attempts to just forget the bad things she's been through.

A story about Capsize using unhealthy coping mechanisms for trauma into her friends force her to actually confront the issue.

[lysenfeu]

Shhh, Quiet Please

Ahh ty for sending a WIP Title!

"Shh, Quiet Please" is a College!Matt Murdock x College!FReader 18+ fic set in the Columbia Law School library. It's a draft from my (very belated) Kinktober list for the prompt "public" 👀 College Matt is mischevious and an incorrigible flirt while offering to help Reader study for a shared class in a quiet corner of the library.

Here's a little snippet!

You huffed in frustration, unable to come up with any sort of answer to his quiz. You knew it was a softball question and that just increased your annoyance. Warily, you eyed Matt and then casually moved your gaze down to your textbook on the table. A little peek couldn't hurt…right? Your hand was halfway to the book when you were suddenly stopped by a soft but firm grip on your wrist.

"Ah ah, no cheating!" Matt shook his head at you in mock disappointment.

You were momentarily stunned at how he noticed your actions and caught you so easily but your mind immediately short circuited when he started rubbing his thumb in soothing, little circles over the back of your hand.

“Come on, you know the answer.” His tone was soft and sweet, intended to encourage you. He continued to hold your hand, turning it over and tracing across your palm with his fingers.

“Uh, could…could you repeat the question?” You stammered out, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at how distracted you were by such a simple touch, but you still declined to remove your hand from his grasp.

[nervousladytraveler]

"For All the Tea in China" (or "Demelza Makes a Sandwich")

(slightly longer version from the fic title game prompt sent to me by @jomiddlemarch Thanks for indulging me!)

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“Fuck it. We’re having the rapini for dinner!” Demelza said aloud to nobody and slammed the slightly wilted bunch down on the work surface.

Dinner was hours away–she was in fact still preparing lunch–but this decision felt like an act of defiance, and that was precisely what she was in need of at the moment.

Ross, or Mister Poldark as he was to her today, disliked rapini. He hadn’t said it in so many words but the absence of praise the last time she served it allowed her to solve for x.

Recently she’d gotten better at preparing the stuff so there was less bitterness. It turned out blanching, salting, and finishing with red pepper flakes proved key. But that mattered little to her. She loved all greens. Maybe there was a reason for that beyond her tendency to champion the underdog. She’d read somewhere that the bitter ones were higher in iron.

Maybe some bodies just need more iron, she’d wondered at the time. Ross clearly needed little. He was likely made of the fucking stuff, as stubborn and immovable as he was.

Demelza switched on the kettle and stared at the empty mug in her hand. Pride or self preservation, perhaps both, flooded her gut and drove her thoughts.

I will not let him see me upset. 

She’d come to accept that Ross’s manner often swung between that of a companion and one of an employer. She knew Ross had moods and wasn’t always up for a laugh. And on those darker days, she gave him a wide berth but still saw that he was looked after. Well fed, clothes laundered, house tidied–all the things a good housekeeper should be doing. But when he was feeling more playful, she’d sit across from him at the table as more of a mate or even next to him while they watched telly. And when his beloved Everton lost yet another match, she wouldn’t hesitate to tease him for his loyalty. It seemed she wasn’t the only one in the house who favoured the underdog.

On his part, he’d laugh at her jokes, chide her for working too hard, slip her a bonus whenever he found himself even a little flush. Sometimes he’d smile when she just walked into the room.

Still, Demelza knew her place and had a firm enough sense of belonging, at least most of the time. With him anyway. 

What she couldn't abide was the presence of Other People, when the rules were suddenly switched on her.

That had happened earlier when Ross’s prim-assed cousin in law, Elizabeth, came to call unannounced. Suddenly Demelza was meant to skivvy and scrape and be neither seen nor heard in the process. 

Her Worshipfulness didn’t care for anything substantial as far as food or drink was concerned but Demelza still brought out bottled water in a clean glass (that wasn’t chipped) as a good housekeeper would do. And in exchange for her service, she received an icy thank you with delicate nostrils oh so subtlety flared.

Was she born with that sneer or has she been under the surgeon’s knife to perfect it? 

But all that Demelza could bear, and she'd even managed to lock down all her own facial muscles so no brows raised or lips smirked in return. 

It was Ross’s response–averting his gaze and looking at the floor as if she herself was a nuisance to be waited out–that was so intolerable. Then once she’d left the room, she heard him laugh. 

To be fair, it wasn’t his heartiest chuckle, not the one he often shared when they joked and talked together, but a laugh was a laugh. And Elizabeth was his mate. All the time, not just when he felt lonely enough to slum it with the help, which is what Demelza always would be in the end.

It was nearly two hours later and Elizabeth long since gone, but Demelza hadn’t yet shaken the uneasiness. She pulled a knife from the drawer and set back to work.

She hated that Ross alone controlled what was true. 

Recently, quite accidentally, she’d come across the term epistemic injustice in her reading. Now she rolled the words around in her mouth and felt their sharp edges and their weight. Perhaps this particular situation wasn’t injustice exactly but it was fucked up.

But maybe, just maybe, two could play the game. Ross too might come to learn the sting of being cast aside.

No more sportive banter, no matter his mood. If she wouldn't let him know what she was thinking, what she was feeling, then he wouldn’t know what to expect. What was true. 

And he mustn’t know how important this job is to me. She might be able to live without his friendship–or so she tried to convince herself–but not so his paycheque.

The sliced chicken bore a chill from the fridge but the bacon was sizzling hot. Demelza trimmed the edges from the thankfully-still-crisp lettuce before she spread the sourdough slices with pesto mayonnaise. She’d prepared it only minutes before, conveniently forgetting it was Ross’s favourite. 

Then she switched off the kettle and pulled down a second mug from the dish rack.

I will never laugh with him again, she resolved. Not even if he asks it of me. Not for all the tea in China.

[landwriter]

Hi, hello,

I'd like to hear something about the skin wip

Hi, hello! Skin is my actual Lighthouse AU after someone sent me this super funny ask registering their displeasure with my choice of fandom for the Seventies SF AU, named Lighthouses. I'm very easily encouraged. Even when being discouraged for something I'm not actually doing. I laughed about doing one and then went and wrote in Untitled 1:

Lighthouse Keeper AU - Hob is lighthouse keeper, Dream is human or else eldritch sea creature - or SEEMS human but is a selkie/changeling who will return? Either star-crossed romance or like, gothic romance - lots of gay sex and desire and the sea, old-timey language, lanterns, etc, wailing wind, Forbidden Acts Isolation, alienation from other men, being Slightly Off, loneliness, exploring where you shouldn’t Hob fucks selkie who is also Dream?? Why would Dream be lighthouse keeper? Maybe he murders them but like, Hob found his skin or something and he has to pretend to be a human lighthouse keeper Hob finding journal entries suggesting imminent and terrifying demise of former keepers, can link them to Dream in some way

I also wrote 'all dialogue should be in iambic pentameter' but we'll pretend I didn't.

What can I say about it? I think it can be best described by the fact I scrolled through the WIP as it is now, a collection of scraps and research curios and a couple half-written scenes, and came across:

Beware the shore on haar and hoolan night, beware the sea of star-lost whalers’ plight

Which I have no, and I mean NO recollection of writing, but has no results when I google it. That's sort of the energy I want for the whole thing. Gothic horror fever dream. Claustrophobia and a locked-room mystery. Men driven to terror and mad loneliness and violence. Letters that arrive too late. Thievery and suspicion and revenge. Greed and possession. Becoming/loving the monstrous.

Some of the notes I evidently left myself that don't read as unhinged at allllll under the cut, if you want to read more about it still:

Smalls lighthouse - great oak stilts slime!!! rocks!! smoking! salt water wind, stabbing kind of rain, the way wind buffets first and moisture on it secondary, white waves, seabirds hanging in the air like mobile above a crib, carving with a knife, bleeding - nicking finger, dream looking over as he sucks it - is whittling the selkie/monster form alcohol maybe something weird where dream refuses alcohol and hob finds out something wrong with their water supply - dream is just drinking saltwater hob giving season of the mists style toast sailors have used tobacco pouches made from sealskin ‘where did you put my skin? where did you put my skin?’ bonding over lost sons hob sends pigeon or message otherwise thanking for relief, noting supply shortage, or smthn. days later gets message back being like, no relief sent. protean forms - changing easily - from god proteus - a protean selkie?? Fiddler's Green is an after-life where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. In 19th-century English maritime folklore, it was a kind of after-life for sailors who had served at least fifty years at sea. important that lighthouse is decaying, used to be nice, now is not gothic theme of ascent/descent with ladder images of death etc claustrophobic, sunless environment, action at night or in fog - no sun imagination over reason

I've never done gothic before and I'm super excited to explore it with this story! I'm going for something like, old and musty smelling, sort of The Terror, lighthouse-edition, except with less death and more monster-fucking. A sluttier The Lighthouse (2019).

[littleengine74]

WIP Title Game

Here it is… everything that’s made it past a mere wisp of an inkling. There are many others that are basically just a thought, and many, many other outtake docs that are waiting to be mined.

Some of these are fresh ideas. Some are extensions of stories that have already been posted (the numbers indicate the order the originals were posted in), or meatier outtakes from published fics that will one day find new life on their own.

I typically precede each title with some version of “WIP Brio” to help them stand out visually from the stuff that’s already been completed. Not really sure why I include “Brio” in there though. I only write them, so adding the ship is probably a bit unnecessary. 😂

Finally, it cannot be stressed enough that these are working titles and most, if not all, will change several times before they see the light of day.

- WIP Brio - Busted

- WIP Brio - Daddy Dearest

- WIP Brio - Case of Mistaken Identity

- Brio WIP - Once and For All

- WIP Brio - Checkmate

- Brio 7 outtake

- Brio WIP

- WIP Brio - Bend and Stretch

- WIP Brio - Simon Says

- Brio 14 - Chapter 3 WIP

- WIP Brio - Don’t Let It Go To Your Head

- WIP Brio - Bygones

- WIP Brio - Tattoos

- WIP Brio - Investments

- WIP Brio - Google

Tagging all who are interested!

[shychick-52]

‘You Make it Hard to Breathe When My Heart’s Between Your Teeth’ for fic title ask?

Ooooh, nice!! Is that a lyric or did you come up with that yourself?

Hmm, in an AU with no fendra... I think I would have Gyro be utterly, painfully aware of both his feelings for Fenton (shortly after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.') and Fenton's own feelings for him... to the point where it terrified him on so many levels. He strongly suspects Fenton's feelings for him, which makes his own predicament of being in love back all the more difficult. And he'd wonder if Fenton knew about his feelings, and be so, so torn about telling him.

[walkawaytall]

For the writers game, “Dameron and Solo” or “Skiff”?

Well, since I already did something real sad for Dameron and Solo, here's something less-sad from Skiff (reminder that these are all working titles, and by that, I really mean they are document titles for organizational purposes)

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“Did they—”

Leia lifted her head from its place right over Han’s heart and placed a warm, dry hand on his cheek. “It’s not as bad as whatever you’re thinking. I will be okay. I’m just glad you’re a—” She let out shuddery breath and Han felt her rest her forehead against his chest again for a beat before regaining her composure and continuing. “I’m just glad you’re alive. We didn’t know what nearly a year in carbonite would do and then we weren’t able to get you straight to medical treatment and—” Her voice broke again.

Han reached clumsily for her face, touching what most closely resembled a cheek in the bright blur that was his field of vision, and orienting himself enough to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m here,” he said.

“You’re here,” Leia repeated, wrapping her arms around him again.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Made up fic title: Monster Mash

:)

<3

Ooooh first thought that came to mind was an empires smp halloween party! Whether that it takes place in the actual world or if it's some au with all their characters, I'm not sure yet! Oooh or even better yet, it's a human au of types where they're all dressed up as their empires characters haha

[vellatra]

🐝

"Death Is a Joke and So Are You."

We have already died, time and time again. Yes, it hurts a little. Yes, we'd rather live. But in the grand scheme of things, we don't care. We are on a mission. We are pushing on, through worlds innumerable, through fire, through ice, through every fierce foe you can muster against us. You may delay us, but you will never stop us.

And, Bowser? We are coming for you.

[divinemissem13]

"When The Night Comes" for the fic title ask game

Thank you for the ask!

OK, so this is actually a fandom I haven’t written for and possibly never will. But I’ve been watching a lot of The Closer and Major Crimes lately and for some reason, this title just unlocked something in my brain. So I guess never say never?

When the Night Comes:

Brenda finds it easier to forget the things she’s done, when the days are busy and filled with new challenges to conquer. It’s when it gets dark outside, and quiet, when they don’t have a case going and she has time to think, that her past begins to weigh her down so much that she can’t move. She has to get home before that, or else, like a werewolf, she’ll have to lock herself in her office with the shades drawn until the sun comes up.

It’s on one of these “werewolf nights” that Sharon picks the lock and discovers Brenda crying in the corner, irreversibly changing their antagonistic relationship into something… else.

Brenda should have known that it would take the Wicked Witch of the West to tame the wolf.

[mashpotatoequeen]

Ok so for your fic title ask thing I actually yoinked some fic titles I’ve used in other fandoms to see what you’d do with them in TMBS!

1. Rewriting Destiny

2. Pen Pals Across Time

3. Angel by Your Side

4. Brother, let me be your shelter

5. Promise me

6. Viral

7. Forgotten reflections

8. Last words

I numbered them to emphasize that I DO NOT EXPECT you to do them all, but I’d love to see just a few of the numbers and your ideas for them!

OOOH! EXCITE!

1.) Pen Pals Across Time

Okay, for this one, I can't help but think about how much I really wanted to see young Nicholas Benedict (from The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict) interact with the Mysterious Benedict Society kids. I just think it would be so interesting because young Mr. Benedict, is- in a lot of ways- a mix and mesh of the kids. He's got Reynie's cleverness, Sticky's perfect memory, Constance's mind made for rhymes and whimsy, and Kate's way of hiding everything with a smile.

At the same time, though, younger Mr. Benedict has a much more negative and untrusting outlook on the world in general. In his mind, there are no good grownups, and very few good children. The way he reacts to things is to very often to prioritize his own self and his own safety over others. He keeps his narcolepsy a tightly held secret, controlling his emotions as much as possible. He's constantly looking for the other shoe to drop. It's his defense mechanism, and it's one we can see developed in Mr. Curtain too. It's just that Nicholas got a wake up call, and his twin didn't.

It would be interesting, therefore, to see him interact with kids who are, in many ways, just as brilliant and intelligent as he is, and in some ways more so. I don't know how he'd interact, but I think it would be very cool to explore. I think it would be hard for Nicholas to accept- at least the Nicholas from the beginning of the book- that he grows up to be someone who is that kind. Who is surrounded by a family who loves him. I think it would be good for him, too.

So yes. Time travel shenanigans that lead to children butting heads that lead to friendship. The fic ends with Nicholas Benedict writing letters to friends he will not meet for a very long time, but that's alright. He has time.

6.) Viral

This would be a modern AU: Four Times One of the Mysterious Benedict Sociciety went viral, and One Time They Did It All Together. I just feel like people would accidentally catch them doing weird or incredible stuff all the time - or, at least, weird by "normal" standards. The only keeping them safe is that fact that the books are set a little too early in history for cellphones and internet- so bring it forward a bit and.... well. The kids get to go viral. As a treat.

A list of reasons/ways the kids went viral:

1.) Sticky gets recorded at one of his Quiz Championship Game Show competitions. He is approximately a a third of the age of everyone there. He is looking very Baby with his polkadot bowtie and big glasses. He is absolutely DESTROYING all of his competitors. The video zooms in on his score- miles ahead of everyone else- and then the faces of the other contestants as Tiny Sticky Washington stands on his tiptoes to deliver his next answer. The faces hold nothing but despair and a certain grudging amount of respect. "Correct!" yells the announcer. One man puts his head in his hands.

2.) Constance writes poetry on a random wall with sharpie. She does not sign it, and she doesn't much think about it when she's done. Someone else comes along, sees it, laughs and takes a picture and posts it. It starts properly trending by noon.

3.) They are at a football pitch. A striker is trying to score and the ball just goes flying. It lands on top of a building with an unfortunate BUMP noise. The players have about ten seconds to be depressed before Kate- who is walking by- shouts, "Oh, I'll get it!" And then she just. Climbs the building. Free Style. And grabs the ball. Tosses it back down, follows down after it, and merely goes on her way without looking back. The person who was trying to record the goal manages to capture it on camera.

4.) Reynie writes a short story during one of Miss Perumal's tutoring sessions. It gets published online, and then it gets mentioned in a magazine, and people are reading it and enjoying it and Reynie- who doesn't go online much- is perfectly oblivious that his homework assignment is getting absurdly popular.

5.) The Mysterious Benedict Society has a new project: to make the world's longest Rube Goldberg Machine. It takes up several blocks. Mr. Benedict laughs himself to sleep three times before the machine can succeed in it's one job: Flipping a lightswitch. The video gets posted online with a funky song and people are all over it.