#title ask meme

[blackkatmagic]

Fic title: the oops heard around the galaxy.

Palpatine trips on the hem of his fancy robe, falls down the stairs, and dies. Fox probably could have caught him, but it would have required dropping his caf, so he maybe sort of didn't. And now, in an attempt to avoid getting blamed, the Guard has to rig up a frame-job so people think the Seps did it, keep anyone from seeing Palps's corpse until the frame-up is complete, and keep the government functioning as normal.

Mace Windu, very determined not to let the Chancellor keep brushing off their very important meeting, is definitely not making things easier, but at least the decision for all of them to take turns seducing distracting him isn't a hard one to make.

[garbria]

Made Up Title Game: Between the Long Silences

This would be a character study of Nyx making his way after the attack on Galahd, and his dealing with the grief of that. Maybe a 5+1 fic, with parts focusing on moments where there would be someone filling the silence for Nyx, either offering advice or company, but the person is no longer here. The plus one would be Cor being there when Nyx is having a bad moment, comforting him with his presence.

Thanks for the ask!

[witch-and-her-witcher]

"What happened in Novigrad" 😏

Geralt's terrible yet best friend Dandelion takes him into the city to get over a break up. After a night of drinking, Dandelion ups the ante and suggests they visit one of the most affluent, tight-lipped club in town known for its hedonistic style - he has an in, someone from his university days. Heartbroken and just the right side of tipsy, Geralt agrees.

It isn't until he's indulged his way into an alcohol and drug induced stupor that he finds himself invited into the club owner's VIP lounge: one Yennefer of Vengerberg. She shows him the night of his life, putting his renowned stamina to the test.

Dandelion doesn't believe him when Geralt regals his night on the extremely hung over train ride home until he shows him the golden skeleton key with a black velvet ribbon attached, the notorious calling card of the club's owner. Geralt knows what happens in Novigrad should stay in Novigrad, but he finds himself fondling the key in his pocket more and more ...

[ask-asks]

These Are Sure Some Asks

What do you really need right now?

What are some of the things that have made you who you are?

What are some of your pet peeves?

Share a dark thought? (Go on, vent a little)

Something that makes you ridiculously happy?

What are you craving?

Song stuck in your head?

Last thing you watched?

Shows on your watch list?

Books on your reading list?

Something on your wish list?

Something you want to monologue about?

If you were a note, what note would you be?

Tactician, fighter, generalist, or supportive role?

Talk about a stuffie.

They say you can tell a lot about a person from the state of their desk... Do you have a desk? Can you describe it?

Space, enchanted forest, magical kingdom, or underwater city?

What are some of the meanings of your name? (Or url if you don't want to say.)

What fictional doctor do you wish was your doctor?

Are you a gamer? What was the last game you played?

How do you take your pizza?

Strangest thing that has happened to you this week?

Share a bit of philosophy?

Do you follow the news?

What's on your mind?

What is your dream mode of transportation?

What fascinates you about humanity?

What about life makes you smile?

A dream you wish to make true?

What is your favourite way to create?

Insert your own question here!

[tethered-heartstrings]

hiii! just wanted to give everyone a heads up that I am having gender-affirming surgery next week and will very likely not be on very much if at all as I recover. I will try and have memes and posts scheduled but I probably won't be able to make more when those run out. I'll also up my queue/rb my old posts. in my absence please feel free to check out my ao3/fic masterlist and older memes/metas/etc. or my ko-fi if you like what i make!

[indiaalphawhiskey]

fake title: almost tethered

💋 Almost Tethered

This was, by far, the longest and most awkward silence in the history of mankind, and yet, Louis couldn’t, for the life of him, think of a single thing to say.

Because, really, what was he supposed to say?

He knew fuck all about the man sitting casually on his chaise in a frieghteningly sexy brown duck jumper, except that he had been crazy enough to agree to a threesome with Louis and his fiancé to help spice up their already very extended engagement (that every single person they loved was still waiting for them to call off).

Well, okay, Louis didn’t know ‘fuck all’ exactly. He knew he had a face that was a little too pretty to be true (so much so that Louis had bet Robbie they were being catfished and was now down £20), that he was probably making an obscenely (heh) good living if his (surprisingly tasteful, only-strategically-posed-artful-nudes) OnlyFans page had anything to say about it, and that his actual real name was Harry Styles.

So, Louis knew some things (four, he knew a total of four things), none of which he could use to fill this rather excruciating silence. Lovely.

It didn’t help that Harry hadn’t said a thing to him either since walking through their door – not that he could have, what with the way Robbie had bulldozed through the introductions before swiftly exiting to make everyone martinis.

(“Do you even know how to make a martini?” Louis had asked as they were getting dressed that evening.

Robbie had waved off his very pressing concern. “I’ll Google it. Wine just seems a little too pedestrian for a threesome, you know?”)

Louis began to roll his eyes at the memory but quickly aborted the motion, worried Harry might think it was directed at him. He reverted back to their mutual staring, though, admittedly whilst Louis was sure his expression was similar to that of a frightened raccoon, Harry’s was painfully cool. Collected and poised. Almost serene. Unbothered.

His smirk was soft; green eyes kind yet still somewhat appraising. Louis supposed he couldn’t help it, given their, ah, agenda for the evening. He actually found himself hoping Harry liked what he saw.

Louis certainly did; found himself wondering if it would be appropriate to lick at the swallows tattooed on Harry’s collarbones, or if that was more of a second session kind of thing.

Would there be a second session? Likely not, since the entire point of doing this with a stranger was to avoid all the awkwardness afterwards. (Which said nothing of the awkwardness during.)

He was overthinking and needed to stop, immediately.

God, say something! Louis commanded himself, unable to remember the last time he blinked. As had become habit since his engagement, his hand drifted down to fiddle with the watch he wore with a fierce kind of loyalty on his right wrist. His mind drifted to three words hidden under the expensive leather strap – his accidental life mantra, bestowed upon him by fate.

He thought of how the curve of capital D swooped, how the N had always been a little crooked, how he had learned the cursive version of an S before he could even write or read.

How Robbie hadn’t said the words when they’d met.

How, because of that, his family thought this engagement had been doomed from the start.

How Harry still hadn’t said anythi—

“Don’t be nervous.”

Louis’ answer was automatic, almost involuntary, because he’d been saying it in mock response all his life. “I’m not.”

Needless to say, the next time Louis found himself staring awkwardly back at Harry Styles, it was not because of their impending threesome. It was because said third in their impending threesome had just uttered his soulmark.

— Or, there were a multitude of awkward ways to meet one’s soulmate. They could say your mark from the urinal next to you mid-wee at a funeral, or sneaking out of your flatmate’s bedroom after a one night stand, or trying to upsell the newest state-of-the-art dildo in their family-owned sex shop.

Still, Louis was pretty sure his version was the one that took the cake.

[askbadlydrawnalfred]

[eirenical]

For the WIP Title Ask:

I’m very curious about the Mysterious Lotus Casebook dual cultivation fic.

And good luck with class prep and starting the new semester! I hope it goes as smoothly/painlessly as possible!

Thanks for ask, @bbcphile! :D

[For anyone else who would like to ask, you can find the WiP list here.]

So, this fic grew out of this post. I watched episode 13 and I saw this go down:

And I said, "well, OK THEN. IS THAT WHAT WE'RE CALLING IT." XD

And visions of Dual cultivation danced in my head. Of course, once I'd finished the show, I realized that saving Li Lianhua, if that was in the cards at all, was going to be much more complicated than dual cultivation, because he and A-Fei and Fang Duobing basically did that more than once and it didn't save him.

So I don't know that I'll ever finish this one, but I DID write the sex/dual cultivation that would have come right after the confrontation in the snake cave, so how about a little snippet of the lead-in to that? ;D

*

Armed with a bottle of special oil he'd gotten from Yao Mo and more determination than desire, Di Feisheng pushed open the door to the small cottage.  Li Xiangyi didn't even look up as the door clattered open, the absolute picture of nonchalance and disinterest.

And it was a lie.

Li Lianhua might not care if he lived or died.  Li Lianhua might not care where he lived, who he met, or what he owed.  Li Lianhua might be waiting to die.  But underneath all of that, Li Xiangyi couldn't help but take notice when Di Feisheng entered a room.  Li XIangyi's every sense followed him as he moved, tracked him as he paced closer in the small confines of the cottage.  Li Xiangyi remembered.  Li Xiangyi knew him for the threat he carried.  Li Xiangyi knew a fellow predator when he was sniffing down his neck.

And it was Li XIangyi who supplied the words uttered in Li Lianhua's utterly disinterested tones: "Di-mengzhu… what are you doing."

Di Feisheng worried at the distended meridian beneath his teeth for just one moment more before shifting to nibble at the collarbone just beside it.  And as the muscles beneath his hands tensed, prelude to a shift that would send an elbow flying back into his stomach, he stepped back out of reach.  "Li Xiangyi, Li Xiangyi… what do you think I'm doing?"

Li Xiangyi huffed out a breath and shook his disordered robes back into some semblance of order before turning back to poke at the pot in front of him.  "If you're that hungry that my neck looks appealing, I'm pleased to inform you that dinner is almost ready.  Go back outside and wait for it."

Di Feisheng turned and did as requested—he walked away.  As far as the door, anyway.  And only to drive the locking bolts home.

As the bolts slid into place, Li Xiangyi tensed again, this time rewarding him with a glance in his direction.  When Di Feisheng did nothing but cross his arms and lean back against the locked door, Li Xiangyi sighed and put down his spoon.

"Di-mengzhu.  I have done as you asked all day with no objections.  But I, for one, do not have the stamina I once did.  I am tired.  I am hungry.  I am done playing games with you."

Di Feisheng uncrossed his arms, leaving them to hang loosely at his sides.  He smiled.  "But I am nowhere near done playing with you."

Before Li Xiangyi had a chance to even take in a surprised breath, Di Feisheng was across the room, fist raised.  In spite of his protestations, Li Xiangyi dodged the blow, slid around behind him and made a break for the door.  Di Feisheng turned with him, a well placed wave of qi accelerating his journey until he had Li Xiangyi pressed against the door, hands trapped against his chest where they could do no harm.  Di Feisheng pressed into him harder, leaning down to take another delicate nibble at his exposed neck.

This time, that elbow did fly—and would have hit Di Feisheng right in the solar plexus had he not stepped back quickly enough.  But that last provocation had done the trick.  Li Xiangyi was taking him seriously now, putting as much of himself into the fight as he dared.  Di Feisheng stayed one step ahead of him, darting in for little nips and pinches and a lick that nearly had Li Xiangyi's knee connecting with his groin.  He could feel it, the way that blocked qi was trying to break free, to respond, to answer his attacks in kind… but it had nowhere to go.  No channel to follow.  But if Yao Mo was right… then maybe they could fix that.

After several minutes of trading blows, Di Feisheng corralled Li Xiangyi against the wall, the thrill of the chase leaving them both panting.  He leaned forward, mouth opening for another delicate lick, but before he could get anywhere near that tempting neck, Li Xiangyi was surging forwards, into his personal space, eyes blazing with more fire than he'd seen in them since their reunion.  He had just enough time to register what was happening before Li Xiangyi's mouth sealed over his own, one hand breaking free to tangle in his hair.

Caught off guard, Di Feisheng staggered backwards, knees hitting the edge of the small bed and unbalancing him further.  He landed hard on his back, Li Xiangyi straddling his legs and taking full advantage of his disorientation for the moment it lasted.

Yesssssssss.

His hands found his way into Li Xiangyi's hair, returning the favor of his none-too-gentle tugs as he guided their mouths into better alignment.  Li Xiangyi was a whirlwind above him, days of frustration lending strength to his arms and a bite to his kisses and if Di Feisheng had had any idea that sex could be like *this,* he'd have tried it years ago.

[explodingstarlight]

the emo trinity is alive, well, and prospering in 2023

[dsudis]

Quick Now Here Now Always? For WIP-Ask game?

This is the sequel to England and Nowhere, Never and Always, picking up right where that one left off with Dream and Hob and Finn as an extremely newly-formed family unit!

Like. Picking up exactly where that one left off.

Dream lay for a little while in the warm quiet of Hob's bed, enjoying the feeling of being right where he belonged. There were things to do--Hob's home was not stocked for the care and feeding of Finn, a topic on which Dream was happily supplied with a great deal of practical information. He was certain that he could find what he needed in the dreams of others tonight, so that it would all be in readiness when Finn and Hob woke in the morning, but...

It did not take long before he felt Finn starting to dream. Dream had promised that Finn could sleep safely tonight; he would not leave his newfound son unattended now. Dream let his awareness of the Waking world fade as he slipped into Finn's dream, but he kept his grip on Hob's hand, his body still located in Hob's bed. This did not work quite as he meant it to; Dream found himself back in Finn's barren little bedroom in his mother's flat, but with Hob's dreaming self at his side, still hand in hand with him. Hob was not a naturally lucid dreamer; he had the soft edges and slightly unfocused gaze of a very ordinary human experiencing a dream that he would only half-remember. Dream could have changed that, but he thought it better to let nature take its course as much as possible, when he had already interfered to the extent of Finn and Hob sharing this dream with himself present to look after them. He drew Hob with him, to the place where the dream wanted Dream to be. He took that space for himself and dismissed the simulacrum of him Finn's dream had shaped, and Hob knelt readily at his side. Finn lay before them on the bare mattress that had been his bed when he first lay down tonight, and presumably for years before. He held his blanket to his face, and those cruel iron wires were back in place at his wrists and ankles and middle; Dream could feel the malevolent presence of the one around his throat by its weight in the dream, even if it was not actually visible yet. Dream meant to wait patiently for Finn to wake or make some first move--it was Finn's dream after all, and being too hasty was the one mistake he could see he'd made in the waking version of this moment--but he had not reckoned on Hob. As soon as he knelt at Dream's side he was reaching out a hand, saying, "Oh, no, sweetheart! What's all this?" Finn lowered the blanket from his face and looked up at them, blinking at the addition of Hob but not seeming at all alarmed. Dream felt it when Finn focused on him, on Dadda, here, the light and gravity of the dream shifting around him. He still kept his grip on Hob, but manifested an extra hand so that he could, at the same time, reach out one hand to brush gently over Finn's cheek, and use another to begin freeing him from the wires. "Dadda is here, my darling boy. You are safe now. You will always be safe now." That was the key; a dim awareness of what had come before and what would follow after suffused the dream, but all Finn's hope and fear narrowed in on those elements, which in this retelling of the night was conveniently collapsed into a single moment. His father had come, had identified himself, had set Finn free from the cold bonds of iron; the dream did not require the misstep which had left its permanent mark on Dream's arm, though Dream was rather pleased to have it. This was Finn's dream, and so time stretched and looped on itself, as Finn's dreaming self lingered in the moment of his father coming to him, of knowing who this was, that he was safe. Of being freed by gentle hands, again and again and again, until Finn could begin to believe that it was true.

[b-lightwalker]

I'm about to get so many theories today, I'm so happy!

[blackkatmagic]

Fir the title ask game-

“And the River Runs Through It”

Love your work, btw! You always have the best au concepts.

💗

Rex/Padme, where Rex knows, intellectually, that Naboo is a world with a core made of water and thousands of underground rivers. He's read the mission reports. But none of those mission reports prepared him for how, when Anakin tries to choke his wife in a fit of rage, Padme turns into something with teeth and claws and fins and proceeds to drown a full Jedi Knight in the lake outside her summer home. And then, on a whim or to get rid of witnesses, she grabs Rex and pulls him down towards the center of the planet, deep beneath the surface, where the Naboo have cities underwater and a culture outsiders don't get to see.

Rex expects a lot of things after getting snatched by a man-eating mermaid. He definitely doesn't expect to find himself a surrogate father to a pair of twins.

[garbria]

Title: Whispering among the tide's

Thank you for sending this in, sorry about the wait!

This makes me think of a Little Mermaid au. Lucis is an underwater kingdom of merpeople, and Galahd is the land above. Nyx is prince of Galahd, and during a storm at sea, his ship sinks and Cor saves him, sparking his interest in the land dwellers. Prince Noctis has been living under a curse, and Cor wonders if someone on land may have a cure, so he convinces Regis to let him try. He goes to the sea witch, Ardyn, who agrees to give him the ability to walk on land, at the cost of his voice. He has a week to go on land and try to find some hint of a cure for Noctis, without being able to talk, or he himself will be cursed as well.

Then he runs into Nyx again, and they work together to solve the problem, falling in love in the process.

[witch-and-her-witcher]

"Don't be fooled, I was raised by the wolves" 🐺

Another Empress!Ciri concept for this one! Her past isn't believed by the royal and political figures she strategizes with and against. It isn't until her adversaries think they have her backed into a corner that Ciri reveals she's three steps ahead and they have fallen into her trap. Don't be fooled by the crown, she was raised by wolves and has the most powerful enchantress as her advisor. 👑🗡️

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wip game questions! A Thrill of Hope and whisky convention ☺️☺️

Hello! 🥰

I told myself this last December that I would not write a holiday fic bc I didn't have the stamina or an idea, and then an idea plopped itself right into my brain 🥲 I still v much did not have the stamina, which is why nothing was posted over the holidays lol, but A Thrill of Hope is a Beside the Seaside one-shot taking place a few years beyond the current timeline. There were like two scenes that wouldn't leave me alone, so those are written but the rest will wait until this next holiday season, most likely. Here's a wee snippet:

“Ye sure she should be reading that Agatha Christie novel, Sassenach?”  Jamie’s voice was scarcely above a whisper, and Claire noticed how neither of the children in the backseat so much as twitched; she and Jamie might as well have been alone in the car. “She saw Fergus reading it and she insisted she wouldn’t get scared by it. Tried to make her wait, but she’s stubborn.” Her thumb traced over his knuckle where their hands were still laced together. “She learned that from you, I think.”  Her husband shot her a quick, incredulous look. “Me? She learned that from you.”  “Agree to disagree.”  Jamie exhaled a smile. “And what if that book does give her nightmares? She’s getting too old to be crawling into our bed.”  “Don’t say that, she’s only nine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, and she sighed, unprepared for how this conversation had poked at an open wound. “And she won’t be nine forever. Are you so ready to leave that stage behind? You won’t miss those moments with her when they’re gone?” 

The whisky convention au is a modern au where Claire is hired to plan a major whisky competition/convention, and the new Board President of the organization that hired her is a large, Scottish pain in the arse! They sort of start out as antagonistic towards each other which changes into a begrudging respect - all of this is developing over emails and zoom meetings and such, and they meet for the first time in person at the event that they've been working so closely together on planning, and of course they are staying in the same hotel for it and also, you know, whisky is involved so 👀👀

[ask me about my wips]

[bonesbuckleup]

please please please tell me more about "Tim's having, just, god, the worst time"? also "Things Birds Use for Land"? 🙏👋

Tim's having, just, god, the worst time: A 5+1 fic that I only wrote about 15% of! Five times Tim was saved by his family and one time he saved himself. I really only got partway through Jason's. Basically, in that section, Jason follows a lead into an AA meeting and gets a lil obsessed with the idea of making amends. He doesn't want to owe anything to Bruce, and it's complicated with Dick, so he decides to start with Tim for the whole, like, beating him up in the Tower/stabbing him in Battle for the Cowl/etc etc, but, unlike a functioning human, Jason also can't bring himself to walk up to Tim and, y'know, apologize. Instead he makes a literal list of every injury he can remember giving Tim and decides he's gonna do a 1:1 amends thing. Like, he broke Tim's arm? Great! He'll stop Tim from breaking a different bone.

From Tim's point of view, the guy who tried to kill him on several occasions is now stalking him around Gotham and doing things, like, popping out of nowhere to say, "D'you think not getting shot by a hidden sniper is more equal to a bullet in the leg or a moderate concussion?" and basically reducing Tim into even more of a paranoid mess than he normally is.

Things escalate from there.

Things Birds Use for Land: the Like a Hinge, Like a Wing sequel! Please enjoy this snip:

“Hey, Jay, it’s me. I just got back to Blud. Everything’s good,” says voicemail Dick. “Can you tell B and Alf for me? I’m about to go to sleep for three, maybe four years. But, hey, one thing, while I have you…why do I have a hundred and twelve texts from you when you knew I was out of range, how come Alfred venmo’d me a hundred dollars and congratulated me on winning a bet I never placed, and who the hell is Tim? Anyway. Your texts came in out of order, so I’m not going to read all that. I’m happy for you though. Or sorry it happened. Talk to you soon.”