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[mswritingthings]

Send me a character/pairing and a title to get five lines of an imaginary fic.

[ask-games-from-a-weird-girl]

Unwritten/Unpublished fics asks!

For the fics you haven't started writing on yet, but you're planning on it! Or: fics you HAVE started on writing but haven't published (yet). Send a number and a fic!

1. What are you most excited about when you start to write it/publish it?

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

3. If unwritten, when do you think you will start writing it?

4. Is there anything in the fic you're unsure about including?

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

6. Is there any specific ship you're planning to include?

7. What are your plans for -character-?

8. Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why?

12. How far have you planned ahead?

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

14. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you planned on doing, but now you're feeling like you're gonna scrap those ideas?

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

17. When publishing it, will you have a posting schedule or will you just update whenever?

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

19. Is there any scene that you feel is really planned out/going to be really planned out?

20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

22. Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

[navybrat817]

I'm not exactly sure what you expected, nonnie. Was it not long enough for you? I've said before that I write between my job, raising my kids, and life in general. And it may not seem like much to you, but I've shared at least one thing a week since the year began and I'm pretty proud of that accomplishment. Was it not your style? I have an entire masterlist with a range of Seb and Evans characters for you to enjoy.

I was happy to revisit my AU and I think the majority of my readers can sense that I enjoyed writing it. And please remember that this is meant to be an escape for many of us. Asks like these don't do any good.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[neverevan]

If you’re taking asks for your wips, I’m curious about 4 and 10?? 👀

sure thing, nonnie ✨

no10 has been answered here: X

in no4: Chris gets into a squabble and whacks a kid with one of his crutches, but since the school can't reach Eddie and Carla's not in LA, they go for the next name on the list: Buck.

here's a kinda longish snippet for you:

"Chris? Christopher!" Eddie's frantic voice echoed through the empty parking lot as he rushed towards them. "Buck? I got your text, is he okay?" Not waiting for Buck's answer, he crouched down in front of Christopher, his hands roaming the kid's shoulders, as if checking for broken bones. "Are you okay?"

"Hey, dad."

"Hey, buddy. Is everything alright?" The wrinkle between his eyebrows deepened as his gaze scanned Chris' face.

"Toby pushed me." Chris said simply with a small shrug, like it was an everyday occurrence for him to get into physical fights.

"What?"

"The kid pushed him over, because apparently he was taking too long with the tidying." Buck took over when it became clear that Chris was less than keen on sharing the details of his little adventure. "Chris smacked his arm with his crutch."

At least now he didn't have to hold back his proud smile anymore, and the way Eddie's eyes brightened with a soft chuckle told Buck he wasn't alone in his delight.

"Yeah? You really did that?" Eddie asked as he smoothed a stray lock out of the kid's forehead.

"He deserved it." Chris grumbled with a small shrug.

"Chris—"

"—is right." Buck cut in. "The little shit had it coming."

"Buck." Eddie hissed and Buck couldn't quite decide if Eddie took issue with him agreeing or his choice of language.

"F-fine, alright." He held up his hands defensively. "The nurse checked both of them over; Toby's got a nasty bruise and uh Chris skinned his elbows a little, but they're gonna be fine."

"Good." Eddie finally straightened up, though he let his hand linger on Chris' shoulder just for a moment longer, as he fixed his gaze on Buck's face. "Hey, you two gonna be alright? I want to have a quick talk with the principal."

"Yeah, sure." Buck nodded easily.

"Great. Thanks Buck, I'll see you at home." Eddie leaned in to give a small kiss to Buck's cheek, before disappearing behind the glass doors and leaving him to stand there, awestruck.

After a moment, he shook his head, convinced that it was nothing more than some kind of momentary hallucination and put his hand on the back of Christopher's head, steering him gently towards the Jeep.

"Alright buddy, let's go home."

✨and in the spirit of getting back into working on my wips and since it's gotten kinda long, I'm gonna use this as my Inspiration Saturday 🩼 and I am totally no pressure tagging and tagging back the wonderful @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @goforkinard @honestlydarkprincess @excuseme-greentea @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @actualalligator mwuahh 💛

[f1-disaster-bi]

Dando- Finally! ❤️

I love this!! I hope you like it! ♥️

Lando was talking to him, or more like, at him as Daniel stared at his lips.

The younger man had one hand wrapped around a bottle of that sickeningly sweet cider he loved, and the other was gesturing ad he spoke. His eyes twinkled with his enthusiasm for the subject of discussion that Daniel had lost track off ages ago now.

He was too busy studying Lando’s face to pay attention to his words.

Daniel's eyes traced his sharp, delicate features and how in the moonlight and glow of the fairylights Charles had wrapped around the pillars of the porch and strung throughout the garden. He looked ethereal in this lighting, and Daniel couldn't take his eyes off of him as he looked at Daniel with such wonder in his eyes.

Daniel knew the look was due to the topic he was discussing but for a moment he let himself that it was directed purely at him and the warmth in his chest wasn't unrequited.

He pictured it for a moment; what it would be like to have Lando love him, to want him, to say those three words Lando had buried in his heart back to him. He got lost in it, in the fantasy until a hand on his cheek distracted him and lips pressed against his own, making Daniel gasp softly as his eyes fluttered closed.

The kiss was short and sweet and overwhelming in the best ways as the hand on his cheek slid down to hold the back of his neck. It was slow, and left him feeling as if he was on cloud nine as they pulled back and separated.

The blush across Lando’s cheekbones had Daniel wanting to lean in and chase it across his face with kisses but he didn't because Lando was speaking again.

"Hi", Lando was almost shy as he spoke, hand still on his neck, faces still close together, "Was that okay?"

"Okay? That was fucking spectacular, sunshine", Daniel whispered back, bumping his nose off of Lando's to make the other laugh softly, "I've wanted to do that for a while"

Lando smiled at him as he pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I know. I just finally got tired of waiting for you to just go it", Lando admitted, cuddling in closer to Daniel as the older man wrapped an arm around him.

"Well thank fuck you did"

Send me one word + a pairing and I’ll write a little something.

[n7punk]

Sorry if this is obvious, I don’t know much about cat body language unfortunately 😔 but would you mind explaining what Catra’s tail lashing/thudding means? I noticed you mention it a lot in your fics but I’m not sure what the significance of that is

No, a good question if you aren't familiar with cats! People often make mistakes with reading cat body language lol. Okay so. It's very dependent and hard to describe in words alone without other context around it, and this is absolutely tinged by human body language too so isn't a perfect guide, but some basics:

Tail lashing is not a happy thing in cats like wagging is for dogs. However, that doesn't mean it's always negative, but tail wagging does mean stop and assess. And also you're probably going to get bit even if it's happy lol.

Tense lashing (pair with tight body language, pinned back ears): irritated, anxious, about to start biting. Do not touch this cat(girl).

Lashing - especially more slowly/purposefully, a lash in one direction, pause, and lash in the other, etc (pair with open body language, round pupils, watching something closely, ears pricked forward, or preparing to pounce): Playing/excited! Ready to pounce, bite, etc, but in a positive way. Paired with quiet focus while a cat watches something, this is a hunting pose. I usually just describe this as lashing, or, alternatively, swaying to show the lack of tension in it. I use this for excitement, interest, hope, etc.

Gentle swaying: Interest (deciding if they want to play) or hope. More fragile, or calm.

Single thud: Varies depending on situation, usually I use it as a "internal reaction she is suppressing" or as an interest thing if it's not yet to tail lashing level.

Tip of tail twitching: Same as full lashing where if it's tied with tenseness, then it's negative/anxious, and if it's paired with open language then it's either trying to suppress excitement/fluster/strong emotions or it's those emotions at a lower level and starting to build.

Tip of tail wagging: Absolutely excitement building or being repressed.

Note: I also use ears being pinned back for embarrassment, which isn't something cats usually feel (they are perfect creatures with no need for shame), so sometimes ears pinned back and tail lashing just indicates strong fluster/embarrassment. To make this clearer, I sometimes ascribe ear twitching as embarrassment rather than full ear pinning.

[definitely-not-indecisive]

A Peter Parker in Gotham fic but from the perspective of a Tony Stark who came back to life after the events of No Way Home and sets out on a quest to find his missing child

(Sorry @theneonghosts that it has taken me so long to respond to this ask) I hope you like my response, though I'm not sure if that's what you were looking for. I've never really written anything like this before for a Tumblr post.

Tony gasped awake, his heartbeat racing as he returned to consciousness. He was lying prone on hard concrete slab in what appeared to be a morgue. His right arm ached, muscle pain like he hadn't experienced in years. Looking down at it, he could see it had old, healed over, burn scars covering it. Tracing them, he could feel them go all the way up his neck, just touching the underside of his jaw.

He stumbled to his feet, off the the slab and onto the cold floor. His feet were bear, and protested being pressed against the frigid tiles. Looking around, he saw some clean scrubs on a shelf, and quickly dressed. He had to figure out where he was, and how he'd got there.

The last thing he remembered was Pepper and Peter talking to him after he used the Infinity Stones to destroy Thanos and his army. And then... nothing. The next thing he knew, he was waking up here.

He walked over to the computer in the corner of the room, used for medical files and such, and easy cracked into it. The date... It had been a year since that last battle. Had he been in a coma? Had he just died, only to wake up in a morgue? Searching more, he found that no, he had died that day. There had been a funeral and everything, where he was buried. He had a gravestone. So how had he woken up here if he was supposed to be six feet under?

Tony quickly searched for Pepper and Morgan, the former who had taken up the post of CEO of Stark Industries. However, there was no mention of Peter.

None.

His frown deepened, and he began searching for Peter more in depth.

Apparently, Spider-Man had disappeared from New York a month ago, and the city had been left without their friendly neighbourhood superhero. Peter's friends were at MIT, but Peter... Peter was not. There was no history of an application, not history period. May Parker was dead, with no mention of a nephew, no other family.

There were no school records for Peter Parker at Midtown School of Technology. No records of him anywhere.

What the actual fuck was going on here?

There was actually an internal phone attached to the wall, usually only used to contact other departments within a hospital. But, it should still be able to make outside calls.

He dialled Peter's phone number.

"I'm sorry, the phone number you are calling has been disconnected-"

Tony's chest felt tight. He redialled.

"I'm sorry, the phone number you are calling has been disconnected-"

He swallowed harshly. He had to get to the bottom of this. He called Pepper's phone.

"Hello? This is Virginia Stark."

"Pepper. No, please, don't hang up. This isn't a prank, I swear. I don't know where I am. Other than in a fucking morgue. Last thing I remember was you and Peter saying good bye to me after I used the Infinity Stones. Uh, you're allergic to strawberries. I love you 3000. I don't know how to prove it any other wa-"

"Shut up. Just shut up Tony. I get it. You're you. Stranger and more fucked up things have happened. We'll get explanations later. Caller ID says you're calling from the Rockefeller Institute Hospital. And who the hell is Peter?"

Something was very, very wrong here.

[searchingforserendipity25]

First sentence: "It was unfortunate that they had abandoned diplomacy."

😁

"We did not abandon anything," Fingon said, no longer smiling, tapping his fingertips impatiently: "You have been forbidden from writing any letters whatsoever, but everyone else may, if they wish, and indeed they often do; now let us be away, if you are coming, for I mean to be first in line at foragers' stall, and competition is dire."

Maedhros set down his charcoal on the page - no use wasting good ink, even in scarcity would never be a concern again - to look at him in dismay.

Certainly there might have been far direr restrictions to his Return, but he could not help but think this one a little too well-measured to his tastes, being far better than was warranted, but nonetheless just the sort of petty, prickling inconvenience that would trap him forever.

How was he to rebuild a life, a reputation, do anything whatsoever without written communication, letters or cards? - besides which, Fingon always chose something unexpected when he went to market, and any list Maedhros wrote to be read by another seemed to count as a misdemeanor.

His husband lifted his eyes, as if asking for patience from Manwë himself in his heights, and then Maedhros really did have to go get his cloak, and his clogs, to face stares and haggling and Fingon's very creative culinary ambitions; redemption was a trial, but he would face worse to avoid eating mushroom stew for dinner once more.

[winterstorm032802]

14. "I still love you" for Rayllum, possibly after Callum has accepted Rayla back in?

Prompt: "I still love you."

Callum's foot taps on the floor repeatedly as he looks at Rayla. She almost went down when getting off Zubeia as soon as they arrived at the Storm Spire after Umber Tor.

He wants to be mad, but seeing her out of the rubble, alive and in front of him. He couldn't help himself from smiling and hugging her. She was so warm. So... real and there. He missed her so much. He keeps looking at Rayla. She winces a bit as her rib throbs in pain when she forces herself upright.

Callum is already there, hand on her back and shoulder to steady her. "Hey, careful." He says as he rubs her shoulder, something he's done many times before she had left. He notices what he's doing, and he brings his hand up for a moment before settling it back down. Rayla looks down for just a second. "So, you're glad I'm back?" Callum blinks, chuckling a bit. "Um, yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I- Uh, well, I mean, it would be stupid not to miss you.

Rayla chuckles a bit. "I... hope we can be friends, at least?" Callum nods, rubbing the back of his neck. "Rayla, I don't think we ever stopped being friends. Not really. I mean, I... I still love you."

Silence befalls them. "What?"

"Ah, was that wrong of me to say? Should I have waited? I mean, it's been a couple of days. I ruined it, didn't I?"

"No, no, no. It's okay. But do you think we are ready for that type of thing?"

"I don't know. Maybe... we can focus on trust first?"

"Yeah, trust."

[randomcactaceae]

What if, and hear me out, Robin get’s a black eye because she was protecting Nancy and THEN Nancy takes care of her

OKAY HEAR ME OUT: nancy gets into a fight, robin protects her and gets the black eye and nancy takes care of her

[onsunnyside]

Waking up trailerpark!Ari with oral and losing your voice for a while due to your enthusiasm and his stamina. Once he realises he’s smirking like the devil and promising to make you cum over and over until your voice comes back.

His door is always open.

is a lost voice kink a thing ?? Well now it is, and Ari definitely has it 😳

“C’mon, say somethin’ for me, baby.”

You only mange a choked utterance of his name, body trembling beneath him, slick with sweat, spit and his cum. Your pretty bed sheets are now filthy—and he knows you’ll complain since you just washed them.

But it’s all a part of the plan to get you in his trailer, safe and sound in his big bed for the long weekend. You were only next door, but sometimes it felt like miles away.

You try once more to say something, anything but you can’t. Your eyes brim with tears, bottom lip trembling.

Ari sighs softly, slapping the thick head of his cock on your swollen button, “can’t you do better than that, sugar? Daddy misses your voice.”

Your jaw drops open in a silent moan as he presses against you, his heavy length slipping between your weepy folds. You’re so sensitive, twitching and silently whining with every slow rock of his hips.

“You can barely speak but you still sound so pretty.” He drags his hips back, then forward again, his head drawn low to watch your petals spread around his girth, coating him in your cream. The bulbous tip catches on your hole, barely breaching before your thighs attempt to shut.

“Big” is what he thinks you mean to say, but you’re vocal cords are destroyed.

He smirks, grabbing his length to trace your fuckhole, leaving a trail of pre cum. “Try to say something.”

By some miracle, this time you can, “daddy, f-fuck m—” your voice gives out halfway.

Ari smirks, hooking your legs over his hips and crawling over you like a predator stalking a prey. “That’s my good girl, daddy’s gonna make you ruin your fresh sheets, hope that’s okay.”

You mouthed no with the cutest pout, but Ari pretends he doesn’t understand. So, you resort to shoving him away—a delightful smile blooming on your face as he manhandles you, holding both your ankles over one of his broad shoulders. He keeps you pinned there, moving the rest of you to lie comfortably on your plush and clean pillows.

If you could speak, he knows you’d be giggling.

“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you.” He chuckles, spitting down on your cunt before swirling it around your clit with his cock. “Guess that it’s fine—or else you would have said something.”

[captainmera]

The way you portray hunters depression in your fic is the best I’ve ever seen

I was in the same state hunter was for a year and it was just a cycle of waking up, going to school, and sleeping. I could barely move I was so depressed.

Seeing depression represented in such a clear light is really refreshing and I applaud you for it.

Thank you

And thank you for this. It's nice to see that others that's been through it, or going through it, feel seen. I appreciate that a lot.

I don't talk much about my mental health on here, I try to have a positive attitude and I rather talk about the things I've learned that has helped. Not every tool helps every person, of course. But it's nice to keep trying.

It's all one can do, I think. Try! Even if it's over and over again.

Like Sisyphus and his rock, to others maybe that looks like work that never ends and it's an endless toil with no satisfying victory.

But in my opinion, if you'd ask me, I don't see any work as meaningless. I have a few diagnoses that are never going to go away. I'm going to push that rock my entire life. That doesn't mean it's worthless work. I've learned a lot, each time I "roll" that rock back up my hill. No knowledge is a waste, even if you gained it through repetition.

You could say the same thing about a hammer to stone. It's just a repetition. But in the end, you get a statue, a brick, etc. Things to behold, to use, as you wish.

I like to use Hunter's stone-state and his grimwalker lore stuff as metaphors. They're easier to write thematically that way.

In fact I like to use writing as a way to explore different philosophies like that.

Mental health is rough, it is.

But no work is meaningless. There's purpose if you're willing to find it, even in the ugliest of places.

There's a saying that goes: "Two prisoners looked out a window. One saw filth, the other saw stars." And I think of that sometimes.

I'm glad my fic made you feel seen, I hope you gained something nice from it.

Best of luck and hugs to ya! :)

[ask-games-from-a-weird-girl]

New fic ask game!

Reblog this and let people in your ask box mimic your fics by writing a mini drabble that is 5 sentences or less

[navybrat817]

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/714724617713074176/partners-in-crime

How is Nick doing? 🥺

Nick is doing just fine, nonnie. He's currently doing a Secret Santa exchange with Andy, Ransom, Steve, and Bucky.

Yeah, you read that right.

Secret Santa Exchange.

But the gifts they got are for each guy to use on their girl.

Good times, right? 😏

Love and thanks. ❤️

[neverevan]

ooooo what's donation smut about?

ehehehe okay so

Buck runs to the clinic to make his donation and gets into the room all excited to finally finally be able to get some release... but he's waited too long and now he needs a little help to actually get there.

So Buck does what every totally sane person would do and calls in a 'favor, no questions asked' from Eddie to talk him through it over the phone.

(Most of the dialogue and some descriptive parts are already written, it just needs a heavy edit.)

Here's a little snippet:

"Alright. So, how do you wanna do this?"

"I don't know, I didn't think that far." Buck closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, which was a task harder than he expected. "I guess, just... talk to me."

"About what?"

Oh, god. Fuck. Okay.

They were in it now, so he might as well just...

"Tell me what to do."

Buck half-expected Eddie to quip 'you don't know how to jerk off?' but instead there was a moment of pause, then:

"Okay."

Ask me about my wips

[n7punk]

I haven’t read catradora fic in a long time but sometimes I’ll remember reading one of your longer fics and it turns into me sitting and staring blankly at a wall for 2 minutes while having a detailed flashback. Cheers

thank you for telling me this is love it XD