#winner gets a wip

[starrysharks]

charlotte and mr. cinnamon's big show! dec 31st! you're all invited!

[lollitree]

tagged by @cyber-phobia

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

No high pressure tags @moonpaw

[jiminy-crickets]

winners room verse but its the entire losing team as tribute for the entire winning team, a league mandated post game orgy where everyone is involved.... expect for the two back up goalies who share a cuck loveseat and arent allowed to masturbate.

[seagull-scribbles]

Wakko warner warm-up

[direwombat]

Wip poll game

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Thank you to @ivymarquis for the tag. If I listed all my wips I'd need multiple posts, so here are the ones that have made it past the conceptual phase that I actually have some noble intentions of finishing

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, @strangefable, @jillvalentinesday, @voidika, @aceghosts, @purplehairsecretlair, @henbased, @gaeadene, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @cassietrn, @confidentandgood, @wrathfulrook, @josephslittledeputy, @madparadoxum, and anyone else wanting a kick in the pants to work on any wips you've been struggling to find the motivation for (but no pressure 🧡)

[anto-pops]

WIP Wednesday !

@shanaraharlyah tagged me to share a lil bit of what I'm working on this week and for once I actually have something to offer ! Thank you for thinking of me lovie ♡💘♡

A lot of you already know I'm currently writing the 'Hide-and-Seek Dominis fic', however it's very much still a work in progress and I have a feeling it'll end up longer than I anticipated. That being said, here's a relatively spoiler-free snippet of it :))

You moved out of the alcove slowly while maintaining what you deemed to be a safe enough distance from the snake, and all the while its thin, slitted pupils followed your movements. The blasted thing had an awareness to it that sent shivers down your spine, overwhelming you with the urge to run and get away, but vigilance was key. It wasn’t poised to strike, but that just made you even more nervous. 

Why wasn’t it attacking you? 

You adamantly refused to turn your back on the reptile, so you kept your front to it as you skirted the edge of the wall in the direction of the entrance. The discussion between Ominis and his parents was muffled now– their voices distinctly lower after Mrs. Gaunt had cut off their argument with her biting tone– but you no longer cared to listen in. You craved safety, and nothing about the Gaunt household offered that.

As you came upon the final stretch of the hallway, the snake flicked out its tongue once more before it was turning around to begin slithering towards you, and the remnants of your bravery evaporated. Fear overtook you, and the disillusionment charm that had shrouded you in transparency fell away as you pivoted and bolted around the corner. A chill-inducing hiss echoed from down the corridor– the first real sound you’d heard the reptile make– and it only served to propel you to the exit even faster.

The gargantuan double-doors swam into view, and just as you were reaching out to curl your fingers around the handle, a strong arm was coiling around your waist and hauling you backwards with enough force to give you whiplash. A startled, pained yelp was expelled from your lungs as you were slammed into the wall beside the doors, and your hip connected painfully with a tiny side table that careened against the floor. The vase that had been perched atop it shattered loudly, the ceramic pieces scattering across the tile, but you barely got the chance to gauge the extent of the damage before an unfamiliar face was blocking your sight. 

“Well well well, just look at what the cat dragged in. Get lost on your way home, doll?” 

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Snippet from the next chapter of Misfits under the cut!

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Someone grabbed his shoulder. “Excu-“

Crack!

Ingo yelped and stumbled back, clutching his nose. “Ow! Sorry! Sorry!”

Emmet’s knuckles stung. He was on his feet now, his chair knocked over. He didn’t remember getting up.

“Ingo?” He could still feel the resounding shock up his arm, and the sharp crack of wood echoed in his ears. He reached out and his heart dropped when Ingo flinched away. “Did. Did I hurt you?”

Shit.

“I- I’m sorry,” Emmet wrung his hands, unsure what to do. “I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to! You surprised me. Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” Ingo promised, muffed by his hands.

“That’s not- You’re not in trouble. That wasn’t punishment. It was a reflex, I wasn’t thinking! If I knew it was you I would never-“ Emmet choked on his words. Knowingly, he would never, but he’d done it all the same, hadn’t he? No amount of excuses would change that.

He wanted. He wanted to brush Ingo’s hands away, cradle his jaw, and see the damage for himself. Fix it. Somehow. But Ingo had flinched and surely that would only make everything worse. But this had to be fixable. It just had to be.

“You can hit me back!”

Ingo stared up at him with more confusion than fear, which felt like a win in Emmet’s book. “Pardon?”

“Punch me!” Emmet enthusiastically shouted. “Then we will be even. Fair’s fair!”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “No, I… I’m not sure that’s…”

“It’s not a trick. You get one freebie.” Emmet held up a single finger. “As hard as you like. No retaliation. I won’t be mad.”

“Emmet…”

“I am Emmet.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His smile froze. “Are you sure.”

“I am quite certain.” Ingo rubbed his nose and looked up anxiously. “It was just an accident, wasn’t it?”

Emmet did not like how uncertainly he asked that. Did he still think Emmet socked him on purpose? Guilt gnawed on his insides like termites. “Yes. Accident. You startled me.”

Ingo nodded, satisfied with that answer. “I will endeavour not to do so in the future.”

“That. Is a good idea. Yes. But.” He grimaced. It felt wrong to be shifting the onus of preventing a repeat incident on Ingo. Emmet had punched him. “Not your fault.”

“It’s not yours either.”

“I hurt you.”

Ingo waved him off. Emmet noted with great relief that he looked undamaged. “It’s nothing, no harm done.”

Liar. Emmet’s hand still stung. He hit hard. “Okay. Good. You can still hit me back. If you want.”

“I have no desire to do so.”

“Okay. Fine.” Emmet flexed his fingers and tried to act normal. They stood in awkward silence. Ingo absentmindedly brought his hand up towards his face, then caught himself and lowered it again. “Are you sure?“

[clockworkcheetah]

okay probably might regret this. but whatever fic gets the most votes ill write as many lines as there are votes all together also i might write lines for the other fics depending on who is second, third ect

[cerealmonster15]

i finally made a folder of my google docs re: twst fics/plannings and looking at the names are so fun bc a lot of them i didnt use the final fic name [if it got published] so sometimes it's just a placeholder [especially if it's just notes/ideas and not a fic] and some dont have a title at all and just auto used the first few words of the doc so i have like

i think only like 5ish of these have their ao3 titles on them / on two separate occasions i named an apple juice fic prompt doc the same thing except for literally just one has an extra ! and they were like 2 months apart......... i even checked bc i thought for some reason the doc duplicated themselves but no, those are just two completely different fics, they just both happened to be Apple Juice Kiss Prompts jvdjfdsljg i didnt do that w/any of the other kiss prompt docs but. whatever i guess!!

it's a fun guessing game on looking at the titles and trying to remember which ones they are. they date back to like 2021 when i moved from word docs to google so i could more easily share them with my friend since i wasnt really publishing anything at first lol.

[ao3usertaliax]

I finally have polls, time to recreate the polls I used to post on my ffn profile

[triforce-of-mischief]

why am i still awake

[namixart]

The person I initially saw doing this was tagging people but like. I'm doing it anyway and so should you.

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

The poll I made to decide what to draw next kept tying, which didn’t help my indecision, and I had a friend break the tie. Now to begin a new WIP 🫡

[demonhimbo]

ehehehehhe

it begins

[suzukiblu]

"Lex Luthor's latest character flaw" poll winner, "deciding he wants grandbabies and giving Robin a cloning lab about it". Behold, a new WIP strikes!!

“What,” Tim says, staring blankly at the brightly-lit and airy sunroom full of very obvious cloning technology in the very expensive penthouse that Lex Luthor’s bodyguards just dragged a handcuffed Red Robin and Spoiler into after kidnapping them straight off patrol in the Diamond District in the middle of an active crisis situation with the League of Assassins and disabling all their tech and every single one of their trackers six and a half hours ago, down to the bastardized Kryptonian-tech ones in their back molars and two more in both of their suits that Tim didn’t even know existed, plus the one he put in Steph’s collar that she didn’t know existed. Babs is probably just about feral by now. Bruce is definitely feral by now. 

And Lex Luthor is drinking what appears to be a neon purple protein shake out of a rocks glass while sitting at a neatly-arranged desk in the center of the sunroom lab, looking idly bored and scrolling through whatever’s on his phone with his free hand. 

Alright then, Tim thinks carefully. 

“There you are, I was starting to wonder if I’d gotten al Ghul riled up for nothing,” Luthor says, barely glancing up from his tablet. 

“. . . which al Ghul,” Tim asks with wary dread. 

“All of them,” Luthor says, setting down his tablet to give him a pleasant smile. 

Well, now Tim knows why nobody’s dropped in a skylight to rescue them yet. And also why half of Gotham is currently on fire. 

“Uh,” Steph says, glancing around the sunroom lab. “So like, lead-lined glass in here, then, or . . . ?” 

“We’re in Connecticut, so no,” Luthor replies dismissively. “Anyway, the Boy Scout always gets suspicious of too much lead in one place. Which I personally find darling, since anyone in Metropolis without at least a lead-lined and soundproofed bedroom is essentially asking for Kryptonian voyeurs, whether intentionally or not on said Kryptonians’ parts. Also, privacy laws exist for a reason. As do patents, copyrights, attorney-client privilege, HIPAA . . .” 

“Connecticut?” Steph repeats incredulously. “What the frick is in Connecticut?” 

“Currently, us,” Luthor replies matter-of-factly. “Hope, Mercy, do me a favor and go check the security systems manually, just in case any invasive species of vermin have gotten into them. Also, yes, there is kryptonite, and no, there is actually much more than you’re theorizing.” 

“You have literally no idea how much kryptonite we’re theorizing,” Steph says as the bodyguards both leave with an affirming nod. Luthor gives her a pitying look, then turns his chair a few degrees towards Tim. Tim immediately expects the inevitable threat or ultimatum, and braces himself for–

“I’d apologize for all the fuss, but I don’t actually care about inconveniencing you and don’t see the point in pretending I ever would,” Luthor informs him. Tim stares blankly at him again. What is even happening right now? “Now then, what are your intentions in regards to ‘Supernova’, as I hear someone’s started calling himself now. ‘Themself’? I’m not sure if ‘Supernova’ is meant to be gender-affirming or more a ‘too old to stick with ‘Superboy’ but there are already three ‘Supermen’ active and the whole, you know, general stubborn individualism they’re so fond of. Or ‘he’s’ so fond of. Whichever."

Tim stares at him. 

“Is this supposed to be a trap for Supernova or a shovel talk for me?” he asks, because a) he’s not telling Lex Luthor anything about Kon’s gender or personal choices that Kon hasn’t publicly stated, and b) only Lex Luthor would actually kidnap two active vigilantes in the middle of a crisis he’d apparently pre-arranged to give a–well, no, Bruce would also do that, definitely. But this is not a Batman talk, either way. 

Batman’s “talks” all involve tests, for one thing, so actually so far this is an improvement. 

“It’s an engagement present,” Luthor says pleasantly. 

Tim’s brain crashes, then does the slowest reboot of his life. He’s recovered from concussions faster, he’s pretty sure. 

“They’re . . . not engaged, though?” Steph says skeptically. “Or, like, even dating?” 

“Red Robin’s commitment issues are his own problem, not mine. I’ve got a schedule to keep,” Luthor replies dismissively.

[puzzled-artist]

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO LARGE LADY KNIGHT

This piece comes courtesy of my patrons!!

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