Wip Game - Blog Posts

Perhaps "Perhaps" is in your WIP document, perhaps?

Hi there!

Perhaps this is from the next update for A Little Game of Cat and Mouse!

[ Perhaps Jon was lying - no, there was nothing perhaps about it - Jon has to be lying because Jonah would not be able to bear it otherwise. ]

Thank you for sending in an ask!!

Last Line

Got tagged by @beccacoffindaffer for this and it sounded like fun! Here's the last lines from each of the three stories I'm working on:

Magma slopped out from the gaping hole and dribbled down the stairs, creating a deadly pool right below their feet.

“As I suspected. You are a delectable creature.”

She wasn’t watching the sun rise for peace this morning. She was waiting to see if she burned.

No pressure tags:

@nebraskashouse @constanthorizon @jewel-shard @syvlanas-writes

(It can be for art, too!)

WIP Ask Game! Erestor is Elurín and Lindir is Maglor (somehow no one dies) 👀👀👀 I have so many questions! And Intrigues!

Hi! sorry it took me so much time to answer your ask, my phone deosn't agree with tumblr asks and I have to log in on my laptop to see them, which happens very irregularly. Anyways, this fic is still very much in the planning stages and is a crossover between an old abandonned fic of mine that uses the idea that Lindir is Maglor’s pseudonym in the Third Age, but also that Maglor kind of lost his memories and isn’t really aware of what he did and who he was before ending up in Rivendell (3 thousands years of self-imposed exile and wallowing in grief are bad for the mental health), and my fic idea/theory where Elurín survived being abandoned in the woods and took the name Erestor after his twin’s death. (More in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/camille-lachenille/728801294198980608/new-theory-just-dropped-erestor-is-one-of-dior ).

Anyways, the fic would start in the early Second age when Erestor and Elrond meet for the first time in Gil-Galad’s court and become fast friends. Erestor is Elrond’s greatest support when they build Imladris but doesn’t reveal their familial link until after the Last Alliance. Then, skipping a few centuries, Maglor is brought to Rivendell delirious and nearly amnesiac and Erestor’s trauma rears its ugly head at the sight of the Elf who destroyed his home. From there on it’s mostly Elrond trying to save Maglor and mediating between his foster father and his uncle, until they find a balance.

WIP Game!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Saw @wolfsbanesparks’s post about this and decided I may as well put all my google docs full of unfinished fics to use!

Word: HEART

H: Hal raised his hand and let his ring scan the image for a moment, but the ring couldn’t translate it. “Well, whatever language it is, it’s either a dead one or one that is isolated enough that the Green Lantern Corps doesn’t have any data on it.” He stated with a shrug. (From unnamed Billy Batson-centric fic)

E: Everything faded into the distance as her mind went blank. She could barely feel the rain that usually calmed her, that was supposed to calm her.

Her father was in Gotham.

Her father was in Gotham.

Her father. (From ‘A Childhood Defined By Violence’)

A: And when she wrapped herself in that blanket, it felt like it could shield her from the oppressive fluorescent lights that were nowhere near Duke’s warm glow, the looks people gave her that projected worry-annoyance-disgust-worry-worry that greatly contrasted the love-enjoyment-happy-curious-happy look in Damian whenever he was around animals. (From ‘A Childhood Defined By Violence’)

R: Relief flooded through Billy’s body. The fact that they thought he was just turned into a kid meant Billy could just go along with it and not technically lie. Though the relief faded away as he quickly remembered he couldn’t transform back. (From the unnamed Billy Batson-centric fic)

T: The urge to break-destroy-hurt-break-sob-break-break washing over her body as pure panic started to force her mindset into what she was raised to do.

To be violent. (From unnamed whumptober fic)

I haven’t actually got any released fics yet, so don’t expect any of these to come out for a long time (except the whumptover ones, but I dunno if I’ll have those done in time anyway.)

I don’t really know anyone who hasn’t already done this game, but if you haven’t done this yet and want to try or maybe you want to do it again;

Your word is: HANDY

fem! kill 🙏🏼

Summery of the idea: 18+ rating

Exploring the aftermath of the Kidd Pirate's captivity in Wano, Kamazou's loss to Zoro, freeing the crew, leading up to the Onigashimas Raid, with a specific focus on the struggles a female!Kamazou under the control of a man like Orochi might have been. Ideally it would finish with the recovery after Kidd (& Law) takes down Big Mom and Killer's fight with Hawkins.

Tentatively at 5 chapters - 8.5K Words - Kidd/Killer as the main pairing, but some soft moments between crew & Killer.

It would also be dealing very strongly with rape aftermath, and things like the fear of sti's, pregnancy, menstrual cycles, ect. and how fucking terrifying that would be on top of all the other shit going down, along side the SMILE fruit.

Some clips below the read more

Crew quarters are just as bare. If it wasn't nailed down, it's gone. The Punk hasn't been so desolate since the day Kidd bought her. Killer is chuckling weakly at his side, clutching those awful robes to herself, and Kidd knows she's barely keeping it together.

He can't be in this room. He can't stand the hollow echo that should be filled with talking or snoring. He closes his right hand around Killer's bicep, guiding them both out.

The galley is worse - Kaido's people stole his fucking fridge. Killer's meticulously collected cast iron pots and pans are gone; her pasta roller, years worth of collecting across the South Blue and Grand Line of spices and herbs, not even the custom shelving he'd made for her, nothing has been left behind.

Killer starts to laugh across the room; the high pitched breathless wheezing that's been clawing its way out of her until she can't stand it anymore and starts to claw her own face. Kidd's at her side where she's kneeling in time to pull her hands away before blood is drawn and she slumps against him, cackling. She nods to her discovery, exhausted against him: one cabinet missed, under the false drawer of the sink, still fully stocked with sanitation supplies. Not just cleaning, but prep supplies. Hairnets. Food safety gloves. Face masks. An emergency first aid kit. The fucking fire extinguisher.

The first aid kit is meant for kitchen burns and minor cuts. Something quick and best case to hold over until the can get over to the sick bay - which is also stripped bare. It has some pressure bandages and gauze, but nothing for flesh cut to the bone in desperate need of stitches, nothing for assault and torture. Nothing for fake devil fruits.

<><><> "stop stop stop," he growled, trying to take the garments away from her, only for her to growl right back.

"You are not leaving me behind, jackass," she hissed.

He looked at her like she's slapped him; the though never having crossed his mind, "What? No! I mean, you not wearing that crap -"

"I'm not going naked!"

"No, wear mine," he said, shoving his own clothes at her, his vest and slacks at least.

He wasn't often able to stun Killer in to silence. Her face was blank and she was just blinking rapidly, trying to find the tracks Kidd's mental train of thoughts had taken.

"The fuck are you going to wear?" she settled on finally.

"My kilt."

She erupted into laughter at that, more manic than usual because of the fruit, but honest laughter, the kind saved for his particularly stupidest moments.

"I'm serious," Kidd got her to drop the robes, and held his slacks open for her to step into.

"You're going to stick out- "

"I was always going to stick out."

"Well, now we're both going to stick out."

"That has never stopped us before."

<><><>

He swore into her skin and she chuckled, twisting up on herself. He pressed his lips to her skin once more. She'd always been his better half, and to have to have dealt with this on top of everything else. Alone. He couldn't fathom it, such a violation of her self. "I'll kill him."

"I know you will."

First & Last Lines

Rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

Thank you for tagging me @auofgoldandfantasies !

I'm skipping Podfics for this. Also a fair warning, I did a dump of Oneshots I found, so there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to what I've posted recently and there is some smut in between. Also I am realising there are some other warnings that I added next to the title.

I - Not how this was supposed to work (WIP)

First: Foggy Nelson had never been a scaredy-cat. In general, he wasn’t afraid of a lot of things. He wasn’t scared of going to the doctor or the dentist, and he wasn’t afraid of the dark, spiders, heights, or the boogie man either.

Last: “I think it just might,” Karen answered, smiling softly. “They might not become friends, but they might make okay roommates.”

II - Ten out of Ten (MCD Warning)

First: Matt got the call from the hospital while he was in class.

Last: It was only when Foggy rested a soft, almost brotherly hand on his friend’s shoulder that he realised Matt wasn’t frozen, he was crying.

III - When the World is too much, you are my Bubble

Note: This one is a collection of ficlets for two OCs I came up with, so the first and the last line do not belong to the same story.

First: “Is it beautiful?” Jamie asked, closing her eyes as she leaned against G’s side and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on this day in early spring.

Last: “That’s cute,” Jamie hummed, then started laughing. “Buck and my Dad met when my dad was being an idiot and Buck stopped him from running in front of a car or something.” She laughed again. “Honestly, every time you ask them they give you a different story.”

IV - Of Soup, Flowers and Tattoos (WIP)

First: “Every flower has a meaning, you know?” Foggy was leaning on the counter of ‘Sweet and Spicy’, when the restaurant had a quiet moment. He was watching the guy working in the small flower shop across the street from their soup café. “Every type of flower, every colour, and even the way they are arranged can tell whole stories.”

Last: “Yes, Clint.” Matt chuckled softly. “Bucky and you own a Tattoo Studio. I would be surprised if you didn’t have Tattoos and piercings.” He traced Clint’s neck again, smiling as the other man leaned in again. “I just don’t know which ones and what they look like, so I was a little surprised when I suddenly had two pieces of metal in my mouth.” He licked his own lips, then traced his thumb over Clint’s again, pulling softly at one of the black metal rings. “I don’t mind. Actually, I quite like it.” He smirked, signing slowly with one hand still cupping Clint’s jaw. “It’s wild and interesting, just like you.”

V - Just let yourself have this (Smut Warning)

First: “Hello, handsome.” A low, rich voice, laced with an English accent approached Clint.

Last: Charles simply brushed a soft kiss into Clint’s hair, smiling softly and breathing in his scent. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

VI - Stop telling me you're sorry and just let me fuck you silly (unsurprisingly: Smut Warning)

First: “Tell me what you want, pretty boy.” James purred right into Clint’s ear. He was leaning on his elbow, the fingers of his other hand softly tracing Clint’s chest.

Last: “I mean...” Clint chuckled, smirking up at his partner as well, “I wouldn’t say no, if you’re offering...”

VII - Clint's Love-Hate Relationship with Food (Eating Disorder Warning)

First: "Are you really gonna eat all of those?" Tony asked with surprise and almost something like disgust in his voice.

Last: “Yeah,” Matt scoffed. “I’m definitely not gonna leave you alone with this gaggle of idiots while your brain is being stupid,” he gestured around them, vaguely indicating the other Avengers, but mostly meaning Tony. “You’re my baby hawk, you’re gonna get all the cuddles you want tonight.”

VIII - Blanket Nest

First: “Clint-Buddy, are you okay?” Foggy asked as he came back from the kitchen with a fresh mug of coffee.

Last: “You’re perfect, Clint,” Matt signed at some point, simply making Clint smile this time. “Never change who you are for anyone but yourself.”

IX - Arrow, Snowflake, Star

First: “It’s not pretty,” Bucky muttered, wrapping their arms protectively around their chest, the right one covering the weaker left. “It’s everything but pretty...”

Last: “It’s more than I need to know that you’re my little treasure,” Clint said, just like I had done earlier. “We’re always gonna take care of you, no matter what happens.”

X - Why are archers so annoying?

First: “You wanna give it a shot?” Clint asked, gesturing with his bow before going to pick up his arrows from the targets on the other end of the lane.

Last: “Both.” I decided. “Both is good.” “Then both it is.” Clint smiled nodding for me to follow him. “Come on, little Hawk, let’s get you your treats.”

Tagging: @mutuallyprime @flowerparrish @evenfallreads @stripedscribe @heretherebewolves

Happy FFWF! Lets play a find the word game: Valentine's Day Edition! Find any of these words in your WIP, and post the part where they appear: pink / red / heart / valentine / chocolate / ribbon / love / friend / partner / boyfriend / girlfriend / husband / wife / couple / date / kiss / card / candy / dinner / flirt / snuggle / soulmate / together / always / arrow / candle / rose / beautiful / handsome / hug

I got the first and it's actually pretty much at the start to a WIP I'm working on that I have yet to post C:

“Hi,” Bucky greeted, fidgeting nervously under Clint’s assessing gaze and inadvertently trying to hide his left side from view. “Hey,” Clint offered a soft smile, pulling his long hair into a ponytail and checking that the magnets of his cochlear implants were still firmly in place almost automatically. The motion was just as much to get himself more comfortable as it was to set the other man at ease, as Clint revealed his own disability. The gesture didn’t do much, but it was enough to release some of the attention from Bucky’s shoulder and let him take a more natural stance that revealed what he had been trying to hide. “Come in, I promise I don’t bite without asking first.” Clint chuckled, waving the younger man over with a playful wink. The joke relieved some more of the awkward tension in the room and Clint’s patient gesture was enough for Bucky to move where he was still frozen in the doorway. “I... Sorry...” He muttered, the blush colouring his cheeks turning from rose to bright pink. “It’s okay,” Clint assured him gently, leading the way along the hall to a small but cosy living room. “This is a safe space, which means you get to be as shy or outgoing as you happen to be.” Bucky just nodded quietly, sitting down on the couch a little stiffly when Clint offered.

First & Last Lines

Rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

Thank you for tagging me @evenfallreads ! (I'm also late, but whatever)

I'm skipping Podfics for this. Also a fair warning, I did Whumpcember, so all of these will be more or less Whumpy.

I - You and me (and the voices in my head)

First: Can’t I have quiet for five fucking seconds? I tried to calm my mind, doing my best to keep my breathing steady, even as I was getting more and more overstimulated by the second. I had to focus on something else, do something else, but there wasn’t anything that would help. There was just me and Clint and the noise inside my own mind. Just let me deal with life first.

Last: “Will do.” Clint smiled, brushing another kiss on my head. “Go, take that shower, and then curl up in bed, if you like. I’ll deal with dinner and come find you when it’s done.”

II - Arrow End

First: “I thought we said we wanted to stop meeting like this...” I signed, trying to keep my expression casual, even at the sight of my partner in yet another hospital bed after yet another mission gone horribly wrong.

Last: Now, he could finally focus his energy on building a new life for himself.

III - The Difference between Alone and Lonely

First: Clint was sitting at Natasha’s grave. He was sitting on the cold, black dirt and leaning against the headstone.

Last: “I’m sorry.” The Archer sighed again. “But I just can’t get up.”

IV - Brothers (WIP)

First: Matt was sitting at Fogwell’s, leaning over one of the Braille books he had gotten for school and trying to remember what all the different letters felt like when there was a timid knock at the front door. The public classes and training sessions for the day had already ended about 30 minutes earlier and quiet was starting to fall over the gym as only a few fighters were still there to get a few training rounds of their own in.

Last: A Murdock never backed down from a fight.

V - A Kitten in Winter

First: It was winter in the city.

Last: I was so tired.

VI - Sleep is(n't) for the weak

First: “Bubba..." I sighed, wheeling up to the bed where Bucky was curled around my balled-up fluffy blanket, staring blankly at his phone. “Hey, sweetie, it’s the middle of the night.”

Last: “Yeah.” Bucky brushed another kiss on my head. “I’m glad I got you back.”

VII - Fighter

First: Matt was used to pain.

Last: “Matty, I don’t think Daredevil will fight again.”

VIII - Even at your lowest point 

First: “Bucky?” Clint was standing at the door to the small apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, where Bucky had been living since he was back. “It’s me. It’s Clint.” He knocked, leaning his head against the wooden door. “Please let me in, I’m worried about you.”

Last: “Yeah...” Clint nodded. “Maybe we can do that.”

IX - As Long as I got You Back (WIP)

First: “Bucky!” Clint called, pushing past the young nurse as soon as he had finished talking.

Last: “You’re my little star,” Clint whispered, brushing a soft kiss into Bucky’s hair. “And I’ll do everything I can to make it okay again.”

X - They

First: “Clint, what the fuck happened to you?” Phil froze, as soon as he pulled the blanket back and revealed Clint’s bare body.

Last: “He did what they did.”

Tagging: @mutuallyprime @flowerparrish @endlesstwanted @schildmehdchen

WIP Warriors Round /-ish?

It is that time again. (It is always that time)

Let's do 300 Words/Vote

I stg, don't make me give you a poll just for one project again next time.

For the wip ask game. What about The one they will hate me for?

Well, people will hate me for that.

People being specifically the Stucky fans I know, because this is one of the rare times I make Steve Rogers an actual character in my story, but he's kinda totally the bad guy.

I don't want to say too much just yet because I may put this up for claims in a big bang later this year, but you can have a little teaser.

“It’s Steve…” Bucky sobbed, his breathing barely steadier, but now Clint could hear a baby crying in the background. “Buck, what happened? Where’s Steve?” Clint was starting to truly get worried. He softly rocked Nate, shushing softly as he waited for Bucky’s answer. “He left.” Bucky pressed out, barely managing to stop crying long enough to stop talking. “He just left, Clint.” “To where?” Clint asked, stroking his hand over his son’s back and softly brushing a kiss onto his head. “And for how long?” “Not where, Clint.” Bucky scoffed, still clearly crying. “When.” Clint frowned, about to ask for clarification when Bucky continued already. “When he brought the stones back to their points in time, he didn’t come back.”

For the WIP Game, tell me about the No Prompt Left Behind Multiversal Mess? <3

That one is a combination of a Prompt from the Avocados serve, that I found in a previous round of no Prompt left behind and an idea I had a while ago.

The basic idea is that through some magic shenanigans, people travel between multiverses, as is a fairly well known trope.

The biggest difference here is that, instead of multiple versions of the same character meeting, it is a meeting of various characters all played by the same actor, so to each other, it's like looking in a very weird mirror, because the other person looks nearly identical, but they have a wildly different life, sometimes in a wildly different world.

So far the story is mostly a list of a bunch of Marvel characters and other roles their actors have played, but I also have a beginning for the story:

Foggy doesn’t know how he ended up in this mess. The longer he is stuck in it, though, the more it seems like no one else does either. It all started when Foggy left the office earlier than Matt one day. He walked through the neighbourhood like he did almost every day and unlocked the apartment he shared with his partner and husband. But instead of finding it empty, like it was supposed to be, Matt—but not actually Matt—had already been there.

WIP GAME

Tagged by: @auofgoldandfantasies Thank you!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you 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

I have like... endless amounts of WIPs, so, behold:

We're doing this like last time and I'll make it nice and colorful for reasons. Everything that is purple is posted or partly posted and everything that is red is part of some sort of collab with other people.

Alright, here we go:

Bangs:

Double Kill

Multiversal Mess

Pod_Together Soulmates AU

Support you all the way

Not just a Mask

Different Kinds of Love

Bad Decisions

Building a Relationship

Does this count as a Polycule?

Familial Love

Talking about Romance

Domestic WinterHawk AU

Love Bites

No Prompt Left Behind

Foggy 157, 158, 187 Monster/Demon under the Bed

Matt 157, 158, 187 Monster/Demon under the Bed

Multiversal Mess

7: Daredevil Fanfiction

Podfic

Every Last Piece

Safe Place

WSBB

Posted WIPs

25 Reasons Clint Barton is not crying anymore

26 Ways to break Matt Murdock's heart

Amputee!Clint

Comfortember 2023

Hawkdevil AU

Matt recognises the WS

Now I wear my scars just like tattoos (scar)

Nur Ein Echo der Zeit

Soulmarks and metal arms

Sound and colour

The crossover one

The one with the breakup

the ones no one asked for

To see the bruises

Tortuga Inn

Vampire AU

WarHawk

unposted WIPs

(Don't) know who you are

A Pack of Wolves

Cover Up V2

Coverup

Doctor!Tony

Don't try to fix us

Double Shot Coffee

Facial Difference

I will only slow you down

Nightmares

No Voice, still on T

Snow Fall

Stolen Keepsake

The blind Hawk

The deaf and the blind and the deafblind kid

The one they will hate me for

Firefighter AUs

AUgust 2024

Random Oneshots

Nipple Piercings

Be my Doll

Panic Attack Matt

Bucky Tentacles P*rn

Last Minute Gift

Bucky's Trigger Words

Bedtime Stories

Blanket Nest

Branded Bucky/Bruce

Cutting

Diet Culture

I don't like you

Sometimes I wish I can strangle you

Matt didn't cry

Music Festival

Oral Sex

Sin

Support

soft

too loud

the prank

WarHawk Smut

Matt goes Deaf

Scars

A Quick note at the end, as you may have noticed, there are two docs called "Multiversal Mess", so if you're interested in either (or both) of them, please specify which folder you're referring to, since it's not the same fic.

And as always, please don't hesitate to send me asks about this game, or really anything else, I always love answering them!

No pressure tags: @heretherebewolves @flowerparrish @endlesstwanted @ravenmold @evenfallwriter and everyone else who sees this and is interested!

WIP Warriors FFB Edition 1

So, apparently one WIP Warriors isn't enough, so now there is Fandom Free Bingo Edition too...

Also I was more or less dared to make it 500 Words/Vote...

Yes, I should be doing other things, why are you asking?

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

“I think you’re probably perfectly capable of finding your way around.” Foggy shrugged, slightly irritated at the general ignorance of people. “And if not, you're old enough to ask for help, right?” “Very right.” Matt smiled, steering them to the closest staircase and holding the door for Foggy. “After you.”

Context: A rewrite of the first meeting between Matt and Foggy as the beginning of a coming out fic I'm working on.

It's mostly the same, just slightly less focused on the whole maverick and goose thing...

Thanks for the tag @auofgoldandfantasies!!

No pressure tags: @foxywrites @cnwolf-brainrot @voiceoffenrisulfr @flowerparrish @endlesstwanted @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends

WIP Warriors Round 7

Since y'all don't appreciate this series enough and keep not voting for it, I'm making this tumblr poll a Different types of Love special edition.

That's what you get.

50 Words/Vote

WIP Warriors Round 6

The WIP Warriors doesn't care that I have a thousand other things to do, so here is the next round and the next poll.

150 Words / vote. Please go ham.

WIP Warriors Round 5

After a little bit of delay it's time for the next Round.

Let's try something new again: each vote will be worth 200 words.

So, pick whatever you want to read more of first, or just pick something random to make a writer write on their WIPs.

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you @stripedscribe and @mutuallyprime for tagging me in this!

1. Foggy Nelson had never been a scaredy-cat. (Not how this was supposed to work)

2. When Foggy comes home late, be it because he had a client meeting, met with some friends, or had other errands to run, it is usually to the same scene. (Hooks and Needles)

3. When Foggy heard footsteps out in his garden of petrified figures, he sighed. (Garden of Stone)

4. Matt knew that something was different the second he pushed the front door open. (You're Lucky You're Cute)

5. Matt was sitting on a rooftop. (Finding your mind)

6. “Why do you always dress masc?” Clint asked Bruce. (It's about feeling pretty)

7. Clint woke up. (This is not the end (Oh, how I wish it had been))

8. “What are you doing?” Foggy asks, looking down at Matt, who seems to have decided he is a monkey now and Foggy is the cosiest tree around. (The Minidevil)

9. Matt didn’t remember how or even when exactly it had started that they said it. (I've meant it all)

10. Clint was lying in bed. (The Color of Pain)

This is a pretty good image of the way I start almost all my works. There is not really a start to them, they just take someone™️ and takes them somewhere™️ or let them say something™️.

I also write mostly past tense, but have had a few present tense fics recently. Usually I start them that way for some reason and then have to fight my way to the end.

Tagging @cnwolf-brainrot @heretherebewolves @zekeyboy @foxywrites @flowerparrish and everyone else who reads this and wants to participate <3<3<3

WIP Warriors Round 4

It's hard to believe, but it's already been four weeks again and it's time for the next round.

Each Vote is worth 7 Sentences.

WIP Warriors Round 3

Has it been two weeks already? I can't believe it myself.

But while we all have been working on something else, the time has come for another Round of this.

In the last two Rounds of this challenge I made very good progress on all my posted WIPS and got a lot of new chapters on near-abandoned works into the world.

This round, I'm switching it up a little and all fics in the poll are unposted WIPs.

Some of them already have quite a few words, some are barely more than an idea. And all of them desperately need some love.

Keeping the crazy going, I will write 10 sentences per vote, so... go wild! Click some buttons!

Secret extra option: Don't you have exams? - Yes, shut up. /lh

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @flowerparrish

Not actually the last thing I wrote, but the last unposted thing.

From an unposted Matt/Foggy College AU:

Foggy sighed, and Matt knew he had caught onto the pause that was Matt thinking about his old mentor. But even though Foggy didn’t know what he wasn’t saying, they had known each other long enough for him to know that asking would just make the problem worse.

Tagging @foxywrites @schildmehdchen @0nelittlebirdtoldme and whoever else is interested.

for the WIP guessing game: looking after 👀

I found a lot of "looking up" and "looking at" But no looking after...

Do you take this three sentences that feature the word "look" three times, including "looking forward"?

He looked at the piece of pastry in his hand. It looked delicious, filled with hazelnut cream and decorated with mini marshmallows. Clint had been looking forward to it since he had finished his last mission in the early hours of the morning.

WIP GAME

Uhm, Hi, this is actual content that's not just an AO3 link. (I know, I am surprised too.)

I got tagged in the WIP-Game by @foxywrites <3 (Thank you so much, I LOVE stuff like that <33)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

So, my writing folder is actually a bunch of folders sorted by Challenges and Bingos, because if my mind ain't organised, at least my computer/google drive has to be.

I'll just list everything under the corresponding Folders (excluding posted works). Some of them will (hopefully) be posted soon, others will take longer, but everything is already somewhat written. (My unwritten ideas are all collected in a spreadsheet)

Main folder:

Hawkdevil AU

Sound and Colour

Tortuga Inn 1

AUgust 2023

Domestic

Behind the Mirror

Road Trip

Celebrities

Afterlife

Copy of AUgust 2023

Bingos and Events (Folder)

Different Kinds of Love

Bad Decisions

Building a Relationship

Love of a Hero to his City

Flufftober 2023

Interference

July Break

The crossover one

The Kink One

The one with the Breakup

Recherche

(idek what that's still doing there, it doesn't belong there)

Alpträume Notizen

Das Schwarze IXI

Vorgeschichte

unposted WIPs

"Sometimes I wish I can strangle you"

Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil

Broken Heart

Coffee Shop AU

Coverup

Cutting

Drabble Collection

MRP: Amputee!Clint

Nightmares

Snow Fall

The Blind Vigilante

Vorbei

AUGust 2022 (Folder):

Two of the above (Hospital & Fresh Start?)

Flufftober 2022 (Folder):

17: Animal Shelter

Bedtime Stories

And that's it. (I had honestly forgotten some of this still exist...)

Colour index:

Blue: not Marvel

Purple: HawkDevil

Pink: Dumpsterbros

Green: Winterhawk

Yellow: Cherik

Orange: FrostHawk

Red: Fratt

And last but not least, I'm tagging @0nelittlebirdtoldme @smutconnoisseur @polizwrites @endlesstwanted and everyone else who'd like to participate. (Of course no pressure if you don't want to paticipate <3)

And yes, please ask me all the things about my WIPs, I LOVE talking about my stuff ^^

I’m very interested in hearing more about “Five times Crosshair says I love you, and the one time he didn't.” 👀

Also, “poor sad Crosshair fic” oh no 🥺

Thank you for the ask! <3

The first one is a little idea I had when coming up with head canons/day dreaming some scenarios for my Crosslo fics post TBB S3. It's not all Crosslo tho (and not all of the chapters will be post S3). I was planning to have one chapter for each person in the batch and my oc, Arlo (ie. 6 chapters total, one with each of Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Tech, Omega and Arlo). Five of these chapters will be Crosshair (often begrudgingly) telling his brother/sister/partner that he loves them, and one chapter will be a time where he couldn't/didn't say it (but probably really should have). I'll let you guess who he doesn't say I love you too (hint: it's definitely not who you think it would be).

Yeah my "poor sad Cross fic" is one we've chatted about before. Cross is a poor traumatized boy, and unfortunately I've been very kind to him in the last few fics of my Crosslo series. After the first date fic, there are less happy times coming Crosshair's way :(

WIP Game

Thanks for the tags @tealmisthams and @ladylucksrogue!

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

Here is my list! I have ridiculous names for a couple so bear with me:

Race Force 99 AU

Crosshair/Arlo (oc): Not the First, But the Best

Crosshair/Arlo (oc): Poor sad Cross fic :(

Five times Crosshair says I love you, and the one time he didn't

Accelerated aging cure fic

Rexsoka: Love Letters

Rexsoka: Quiet Moments

Kix the burnt out medic fic

Clone Wars Boy Band AU

Rexsoka: Dark Empire AU

No pressure tags (and if you already got tagged, disregard): @saviinika, @whyamismall, @mschiefmanagxd, @empiresmostwanted, @kybercrystals94 and anyone else who wants to participate!