#title prompt game

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

SHORT DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #1

(Possible continuation for Lair of Mystery au)

← Main Prompt

*Danny showing up in full king costume and subdues world ending threat then spots JLD members*

Danny: Hey guys! How's it going? We still up for movie night at my place?

Constantine: Yeah, shouldn't be a problem.

Billy: I just have a few minor things to wrap up (i.e. homework) and I should be free.

Danny: Awesome!

Meanwhile the rest of the Justice League is freaking out over the amount of death magic rolling off of this new guy and Batman's off to the side wondering how JLD are on friendly terms with what basically amounts to an ancient death god like:

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny's lair is the house of mystery #billy and danny are video game buddies #danny and constantine are drinking buddies #they regularly have movie nights at the house of mystery #danny is ghost king and has lots of other titles #like a ridiculous amount #writing prompt #prompt #dp x dc prompt #Lair of Mystery AU #sleepy-writes-stuff

[penvisions]

once more with feeling {frankie drabble}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: flirting with a stranger, language, kissing, suggestive language

A/N: this was a fun little drabble for the fic title prompt game submitted by the lovely @burntheedges

drabble masterlist || main masterlist || ko-fi

It started off as a chance encounter at the convenience store. Picking up a prescription and a bag of sour gummy candies. But of course your wallet hadn’t been inside the chaos of your purse. The cards hadn’t been rattling around amid the pens, gum wrappers, scraps of paper with lists, or the lighter that had somehow ended up in there either.

“Shit.”

The cashier rolls her eyes, popping a large bubble she had just blown out from the wad of gum in her mouth. An arched brow her silent judgement.

“I don’t have my wallet.”

“Okay.” She begins to slid the items away before a figure closed in on your right side.

“I’ll cover it,” A deep voice rumbled and you turned to meet a pair of startlingly wide brown eyes. They were set in the face of a handsome man. Your own roved over him, from the patchy scruff lining his jaw, the plush set of lips set under a thick moustache, the curls tamped down and curling around a cap tight over his head, the aviators slung in the collar of his grey t-shirt. But what really stole your breath away was the toothy grin he was flashing at you as he set down the items in his arms and reached to retrieve his worn wallet from a back pocket. “Gummies are an essential, can’t let ya go without them.”

Another bubble popping startled you, making you realize you hadn’t said anything in response. With a chuckle the man was gently corralling you away from the debit machine, a card between his thick fingers. He swiped it, nodding his head to the cashier as she held out two different plastic bags for the man to take.

“Thank you, that was very kind of you-“

“Fransisco, but Frankie is just fine.” He held out a hand, the bag with your items in it. You took it as you walked along side him out the sliding doors. You offered your name along with a thankful smile. All too aware of the large hoodie you had thrown on over a pair of shorts in your rush out the door. You only lived across the street, but of course you would run into a stunning man on your put off and then rushed errand.

“No problem at all.” He didn’t move toward the parking lot and neither did you, both rooted close enough to catch the scent of each other’s perfume and cologne. You could feel his eyes watch you as you tore into the bag of gummies, twin cherries. You held the open bag out to him as you brough one up to your lips. He smirked as he brought one to his own mouth.

“Cherries, that your thing? Cause you smell like ‘em and I bet you taste like ‘em too, now.” An eyebrow raised, though it was anything but a judgment like it had been on the cashier’s face. It was a flirty challenge and you couldn’t help the pull of your lips to match his energy.

“I dunno, why don’t you find out?” You swallowed, the candy sweet on your tongue and tangy. Your breath hitched, betraying your nerves as he reached a hand out to gently hold the back of your head and pull you toward him. His lips were plush against yours, so soft and faintly flavored from the candy. He didn’t try to push it past a chaste connection, pulling back after a few seconds.

“Mmm, seems like I need to do a little more research.”

“Seems like you do.” The flimsy handles of the bag slid down to the crook of your elbow as you reached up to cup his face. Leaning in, you kisses him with more intention. Allowing for him to lick into your mouth, licking the flavor from you as if he was starving and it was hist first taste of food in a long while.

You hummed, pulling him closer to feel the front of his body pressed up against your own, his hands going around the small of your back. Pleasure pooled in your middle, lighting you up as you stood in front of the convenient store and shared kisses with a beautiful stranger.

Sharing a breath, his fingers twitched around you as your lashes fluttered. His eyes were already watching when you opened them back up.

“Cherries were always my favorite.” He kissed you again and somehow you knew it would lead to a cherry frosted cake and the sharing of vows.

#dev writes #drabble #fic titles #prompt challenge #writing exercise #writing game #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction

[im-not-corrupted]

Oh I would adore to hear about bygone sin, I’m obsessed with that fic! (🤘five-and-dimes)

Of course!

Chapter five is actually mostly complete! I say mostly because I haven't begun edits yet, and I'm still incredibly unsure whether it's what I need it to be. But once I finish stuff for the Sandman fic exchange, I'll start edits.

”Dream,” he murmured, and he seemed—unsure. Nervous. “I know I asked already, but are you—are you sure you’re alright?” When Dream didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. It was but a whisper, now, shared only between the two of them. Perhaps, in another circumstance, Dream might’ve found it…somewhat intimate. Perhaps. ”It’s okay if you aren’t,” Hob assured him. “You’re allowed to not be okay.” He tensed again. That, there—that was anger, flashing bright red and ugly, but it was familiar. It was heated, melted away the remnants of fear that gripped him when that glass shattered like it did, and he glared up at Hob Gadling, who simply stared back, unafraid. Later, he’d wonder when that had happened. When Hob Gadling became unafraid of him. When they had grown familiar enough to warrant only a soft sigh, one that sounded almost disappointed. For now, though—for now, he allowed himself to ask through gritted teeth, “Why would I not be alright, Robert Gadling?” To not be is a weakness, Dream wanted to add. Do you think me weak? He thought of his hand, bleeding from a knife wound, and the tenderness with which Hob cared for him. He thought of the comfort offered and bestowed upon him as though it was so easy. It was not the suggestion of weakness that inspired anger, not really. It was the knowledge that, in the end, Hob Gadling was right. Dream was weak—he relied so heavily on these meetings that he attended only to repay a damned debt, he sought out Hob’s company not because his presence was owed to the other man but because, somehow, Hob had started to…to represent something.  Warmth. Friendship. Care, which was the most baffling out of all of them. Hob offered all these things easily, simply, as though Dream was deserving of such things. As though he thought him worthy of it. He was not. He was not, but he was too selfish to deny it for himself. Those warm welcomes, the way Hob continued to hold open the door to his apartment above The New Inn even though Dream still didn’t understand what led him to do so, the soft smiles tender touches be was offered—they meant too much, and he was terribly selfish. Too much so to consider letting this go.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #morpheus dream of the endless #eris writes things #my fic #like atonement for a bygone sin - fic #wip title tag game #five-and-dimes #fun fact: you are the sole reason chapter five is in its half-done state five-and-dimes #you asked about it the last time i got tagged in this game and it prompted me to finish the rest of the chapter lol

[nervousladytraveler]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will not let him see me upset. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hated that Ross alone controlled what was true. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lucretiassister #poldark #poldark fanfic #ross poldark #demelza carne #poldark modern au #ask nervousladytraveler #writing prompt #fic title game

[himbos-hotline]

List of fic titles

Feel free to use these. All feel free to send a ship and a title in and I might write a paragraph or two for it!

I live behind my eyes

Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse.

Your voice drives me insane

He's so damn happy [and it makes me so damn mad]

Don't build hope on something broken

I'll do whatever he wants all night

I'll love you like the ashes in my cigarette box

I've carved a soul made of stone

I've been a slave to the Judas in my mind

Can you tell me how the story ends?

In the morning, I sleep alone

I'll pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul

I was born sick, but I love it

Touch me [Its so easy to leave me]

I like my memories as they were

Alcoholics don't get far

Someone isn't ashamed of loving his heart.

The one winged angel screams

I won't think about you

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints [it takes and it takes]

I ain't never been hurt like this.

What you gotta do to forget his name?

I'll let a stranger pull me off the floor

#writing prompts #writing ask game #ask games #woo ask games #ficfic titles

[charlietheepicwriter7]

fic title: that’s the problem with gods (their pleasure and their wrath often look the same)

fandom: mlb

Have you ever read that one fic where Tikki blesses Lila so that all her lies come true. Similar idea, but with Trixx.

Trixx is pissed that not only has this girl claimed to be one of her kits, but is also dragging her current kit along for a ride. So, Trixx puts a curse on Lila: all of her lies come true in the most horrible way possible.

Lila says she's too broke to buy her own lunch? A hacker drains her personal bank account to nothing.

She can't participate in gym because of a twisted ankle? she immediately falls down in front of everyone and twists it for real.

She lies about some celebrity? The news immediately starts a story about how said celebrity is sending out a cease and desist to "this child who keeps claiming that I'll give her friends jobs. I barely know this kid! She needs to stop."

Meanwhile, both Marinette and Tikki know something is going on, figuring out Trixx is behind the curse, but they can't find Trixx to make him stop.

It comes to a head when Lila tells Mme. Bustier that she'll be absent the second half of the day because "her mom will need her". During lunch, a teacher runs in, telling Lila to get her bags because her mom was in an accident and is clinging to life.

Marinette and Tikki force Trixx to take back the curse, but the damage is done and Lila is forced to go back to Italy with her mom's comatose body for treatment.

#ml salt #lila salt #fic title prompts #fic title game #trixx kwami #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #tikki kwami #mlb #miraculous ladybug #curse

[vellatra]

🐝

"Death Is a Joke and So Are You."

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

And, Bowser? We are coming for you.

#thanks for the edgiest title imaginable! #thanks for the ask! #writing prompt #ask game #fic #fanfic #mario #luigi #toad #blue toad #yellow toad #bowser #making cutesy kid things super metal #the true use of the metal cap >:) #WE ARE GANG

[micamicster]

Hey hey, I'm going for the jugular for the ask game... Playlist: I hate my dad but I'm just like him ☠️🧐

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.... (Was that too much for an ask game, friend)

I think this theme is a classic tumblr prompt tbh so just off the top of my head im gonna go with,

Runs in the Family - Amanda Palmer

Adam Raised a Cain - Bruce Springsteen

You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son by Wolf Parade

Papa Was a Rodeo by The Magnetic Fields

Speed Trap Town by Jason Isbell

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

annnnd bonus! Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash (tbh this fits the prompt the best on this list by far lol)

playlist ask game! send me prompts <3

#thanks for sending the ask! #ironically for the prompt i have a really good relationship with my dad AND we have absolutely nothing in common lol #i am nothing like him at all #playlist: title ask game #playlists

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #1

(I don't know if someone has already written this idea yet. If someone has tho please give me the info/link so I can read it. 👀

This might be the only prompt I do, because my brain likes to keep my creativity behind bars a majority of the time. That and anxiety. I've never done a post like this before. Also, most of my knowledge is from DP not DC. Please forgive me if I get something wrong.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

short prompt #1 →

short prompt #2 →

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Lair of Mystery

The House of Mystery is Danny's lair or vacation lair(1) and ever since he outlived his friends and family(2), he's been coming to the House of Mystery whenever he needs a break from his kingly duties. Since it's the Infinite Realms, the HoM exists in every universe, but due to it not always being in the form of a literal house and difficult for outsiders to enter, it's never found. At least until now.

One day when he goes to the lair after (insert amount of time) he finds that the Justice League Dark have set up in his home. Initially, the JLD attack him but Danny puts a stop to that fast. It's his house, he can control anything inside it which includes anyone he deems an intruder. An interrogation more or less takes place, both parties are confused by the others presence, both sides get answers and are shocked by them. Danny because the JLD are a subdivision of a superhero agency that specializes in magic/the occult and the JLD because they've literally been using the house of a very powerful monarch without even knowing it.

Danny isn't angry the JLD are inside his house once he gets over the surprise. In fact, he's rather happy to have company of the non-ghost variety and is curious about their world full of superheroes and aliens. He comes to a decision. He will let the JLD continue to use his house as a base of operations if they are willing to agree to a few terms.

1. No one is to touch or use any artifacts they may find inside the HoM without his explicit permission. Some things are too dangerous for human hands to hold.

2. They seek him out of there is anything of the dead/occult variety threatening their world that they are unable to handle by themselves. (The JLD are shocked to learn of the King's past as a young hero as his explanation for this term. He misses those times and helping the JLD will also be another way to fulfill his obsession besides him being King.)

3. They spend time with him. Being the ruler of an infinitely expanding dimension gets pretty overwhelming and lonely at times. Even he needs a break. On top of missing his hero days, he misses the simpler times of being just a regular guy.

The JLD easily agree to his terms. From then on, they peacefully coexist in the HoM for many years to come. Danny is happier than he's been in a long time and so are the JLD because he's a wonderful host and has actually helped them with a few of their personal issues. Danny, having seen straight through his Captain Marvel form, gave Billy a fully furnished bedroom fit for a growing teenager and hidden from the others in the house. Danny and Billy hang out and play video games whenever they need to unwind with someone their age(3) with no secrets between them.

Danny helps Constantine with his soul contracts, seeing how they are fraying his soul and aging him prematurely. They have an easy camaraderie and sometimes share a bottle of whiskey together(4). Etc.

All is good.

Until some world ending threat of the dead/occult variety really does happen and the JLD call for Danny's help. He goes to them in full regalia with chainmail, breastplate with his hero symbol emblazoned on it, billowing, fur-collared purple cape with the cosmos displayed on the interior, a black crown incased in ice above his head with a sword of ghost ice in the hand that wears the newly dubbed Ring of (Peace?)(5). He doesn't even have to do anything. His presence alone is enough to intimidate the world ending threat into complete submission and is easily sent back into the Infinite Realms to face judgement for attacking the Living Realm.

This is how he's introduced to the rest of the Justice League. It's your choice on how they react and what happens beyond this point if you decide to take it further.

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This is entirely up for grabs and I wanna read whatever's written.

Notes:

(1) Your choice if it's his original lair or a vacation one depending on if you count Pariah's old castle as Danny's lair or not.

(2) Your choice if any of his friends or family members turn into ghosts.

(3) Danny is able to change the age of his form to an extent, an ability he inherited from his mentor, Clockwork. He uses it when he feels it would make it easier for other people to relate to him. He also has an eldritch form that he doesn't like to use in front of others unless he absolutely has to. You can leave any part of this detail out if you want to. I just thought it would be kinda cool and also a more subtle way of showing how powerful he is now.

(4) He is technically an adult (read several hundred years old) so he can partake if he wants to. Refer to note above this one.

(5) Should the function and name of the Ring of Rage change due to Danny being King or not? Your choice!

(*) Also, I read the House of Mystery is in a place called the Dreaming, a realm ruled by Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams. If this is truly the case, would it be plausible to say that Nocturne is just another one of Morpheus' forms? Would that mean the House of Mystery is in Nocturne's territory? If so, are Danny and Nocturne friends now? 👀

(*) the Dreaming is part of the Infinite Realms.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny's lair is the house of mystery #billy and danny are video game buddies #danny and constantine are drinking buddies #danny has clockwork's age/form changing ability #danny is ghost king and has lots of other titles #space and protection obsessions #king or being of stars/space? #writing prompt #prompt #dp x dc prompt #Lair of Mystery AU #sleepy-writes-stuff

[jamiethebeeart]

(Ref/insp: 8eyestheband on youtube/tiktok - the conversation mashups and the song association game) supplemental info/explanation in the tags

#spinnerdabi #mha spinner #dabi #dabi todoroki #shuichi iguchi #bnha spinner #bnha #mha #people in the comments of their videos keep talking about how they look at each other/ship them and I of course went “how can make this lov #which spiraled to “who do i think would/could sing with spinner on camera” and went not shigaraki (rip) and landed on dabi #i cannot defend this because its purely based on gut feelings #(im not a spinnerdabi shipper but this just fits for me... i may or may not draw more for this au) #so! conversation mashups: take two songs and “what if they were a conversation” so its a back and forth mashup #im obsessed with the i will wait/dial drunk and this town/stick season ones. #the song association game: person gives a one word prompt and they have to think of a song with that in the title and sing it #first to think/sing a song with that word gets the point #anyways i feel bad for them :/ so many ppl in the comments are talking about them romantically and im like Stop It!!!! those r real ppl!!!! #but the premise of band members falling in love with one another and balancing that with their public image? obviously v v v good au fuel #i even made band au stuff back when it was popular on mha cosplay tiktok (with aizawa) and now im revisiting it :))) #in this au im imagining shigaraki as aro/ace (just because) and handling the behind the scenes stuff. lighting. camera. social media. ect. #these tags are a mess lmao #do you guys see my vision? do you get it? #im planning on a toga duet one rn #(now i hear ya: why not compress? well :) i feel like he'd be a prev boy band member turned solo artist. v flashy v performative) #toga would def be an online singer (lots of covers. lot of gay/bi covers of straight songs. some original stuff. maybe some makeup videos?) #oh! she'd pull uraraka and deku in for a make over. thatd be v cute. she'd have 2 persuade both of them and uraraka would be quicker to agre #idk where twice would fit in. magne would be a makeup artist (for her? or other ppl? idk but she'd rock a social media platform) #mustard? i feel like he'd be a minecraft streamer or smth #kurogiri would somehow be teamed up with compress from time to time. #not to get too korean drama-y but afo feels like a management company person? he's got a spotty track record w recruits tho so hes a lil sus

[waywardstation]

Title game is still going strong, I like it! There are some gems in between and we’ve already gotten a very good fic out of it!

So here are my suggestions:

"You can’t miss something you don’t remember, can you?"

"Lost Souls and Found Family"

"Melli knows best?"

"Behind a Smile and Beyond a Frown"

Take all the time you need!

Thank you so much Anon!! ^^ so sorry I took so long to get to this, but thank you for the patience!!

You Can’t Miss Something You Don’t Remember, can you?

[TRAIN OF THOUGHT AU] As Akari makes her way through Ingo’s mind station with Irida, MG (Mental Guardian) Emmet, and MI (Mental Image) Lady Sneasler, she gets to see more and more of his missing memories, locked away from his mind in disconnected memory traincars.

Happy memories, full of people who seem to really care about Ingo just as much as he cares about them.

Outside of his mind station, Ingo begins to feel an immense aching in his heart, one that forces tears to well up - he had no idea how badly he could miss the people he loved, until he remembered them.

Lost Souls and Found Family

When Akari first met Ingo, she saw a tall, imposing man with a crooked posture and intimidating demeanor. She was not sure she would like going up the mountain with him. But as they traveled, and she started to get to know him better, she realized he was not someone to be scared of - he was simply as kind as he was lonely, and even more lost.

Akari couldn’t leave him like that. She knew how that felt, here in Hisui.

Melli Knows Best?

When Ingo sprains his ankle while trying to get one of Lord Electrode’s voltorb down from a sheer cliffside, Melli begrudgingly offers to help take care of it for him - if only to repay Ingo for what he did.

Though, he’s constantly forgetting Ingo can’t put weight on it. Or that ice helps the swelling. And that trying to massage the area will only make it worse. It seems like Melli has no idea what he’s doing, even if he swears he does - Ingo suspects Melli’s never dealt with a sprained anything in his entire life.

Behind a Smile and Beyond a Frown

Middle school transfer student Elesa doesn’t think the things that other kids are saying about the twins Ingo and Emmet are very fair. She’s never talked to them, having only been at the new school for about a week, but she certainly doesn’t think Emmet comes off as a tryhard with his constant smiling. And she never felt like Ingo was being rude by talking to everyone with a frown. Didn’t people ever notice how genuine and kind they both were?

When Elesa bumps into Emmet while with a group of kids she’s trying to fit in with, the group is quick to push Emmet away. Elesa immediately bristles, deciding she’s trying to fit in with the wrong crowd, and leaves them to go hang out with Emmet. She’s promptly introduced to Ingo, who’s grateful that she stuck up for Emmet, and she quickly decides these are the friends she wants.

#title ask game #train of thought au #I have a WIP very similar to Lost Souls and Found Family #based off of a prompt I got with how Ingo seems intimidating #but Akari gradually becomes attached to him anyways because she can see how lonely he is #and how lost he feels with himself #and sees how kind he still is despite all of this #I should finish it it’s several months old ^^;

[starsscarmyceiling]

We’re more ghosts than people sounds interesting af 👀

Okay AH again sorry this is a couple days late, but my work has been CRAZED, but I still wanted to get to this!!! Thanks for asking girl 🥰

AGAIN, if you have seen this prompt post that I wrote out, this was another one that had origins in what I wrote out in the AU section...

"Sorry I am on some Red Dead Redemption shit but I simply cannot help myself but to shove all of my favorite things together alright. Cal is apart of some kind of roaming squad (IF you chose a band of outlaws I wouldn’t be opposed), and they are in this one town for a bit. He starts to go to a general store where a Russian aunt and niece run it, and a lot of people just assume Merrin doesn’t even speak any English and dismiss her a lot of the time. But maybe he’s seen her at one of the saloons or tending to one of her horses and thinks that there’s more to her than what she is presenting to the world (and lol she is prettyyyy 😍) He goes into the store with Greez one day, and he ends up asking Merrin something, and Greez is like lol why do you bother she isn’t going to answer you. Cal is like pssssh this girl is trolling all of you I just know it. Merrin looks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then Asajj comes out and starts to put on the charm and Merrin just yeets right out of there. Perhaps Cal was wrong. Maybe she didn’t understand him, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t want to get to know her. So he just continues to go to the store anyway and keeps talking to her all the time (We all know the boy can ramble let’s go). Maybe he even runs into her at other parts of town, or even on the outskirts where she’s taken her horse out, and he happens upon her while he’s on his. She does some target practice with a pistol and he’s impressed. He wished he at least knew her name. There’s a Russian woman in their group, and Cal asks her about a few Russian phrases, to which she complies, but then asks why. Cal is all SUPER red and is just like LOL NO REASON K THX BYEEEE! Cal goes into the shop, tries out a phrase or two, attempts a hello and asks her how she is doing. He feels like he is making a fool of himself, but then he swears out of the corner of his eye he sees her smirk. He asks her name in Russian, and she sighs…so Cal assumes he’s asked her wrong he clearly couldn’t remember it right and looks at the ground. “Merrin,” she says. His heart races. Asajj comes out and interrupts them OF COURSE. The gang wants to move on soon, but Cal isn’t ready to let go. It seems silly because practically every interaction they’ve had have been one sided conversations, but he still goes to the store nonetheless and tells her they are going to be leaving. She looks at him poignantly, and he still just doesn’t know if she’s pretending or really doesn’t understand. He dips his cowboy hat to her and tells her it was nice meetin’ ya milady dasvidaniya. Merrin shouldn’t be disappointed in the American man who came into her shop all the time to annoy her, really it doesn’t matter. How could it? He was really just a nuisance more than anything else, that Calvin ‘Cal’ Kestis. But, he was truly the only person that she could recall in what feels like a lifetime that looked her in her eyes, talked to her like a person, even if it was at annoying constancy. And GD he even learned some Russian just for her…but she tries to just forget about that handsome, redheaded cowboy all the same. Merrin is tasked to travel to a few towns over to pick up a delivery for the store, and after the long journey wherein she is going to have to spend the night anyway, so she decides to go to one of the saloons. She rolls her eyes as she sips at her whiskey because more than one man has approached her and thought she was a hooker. A brawl breaks out and she rolls her eyes harder. Stupid men. All of them were just children.

But then this man comes in the middle of it and tries to break it up. His voice sounds familiar, but she thinks he’s hearing things. She tries to tune it out, but notices he gets punched anyway, and his hat flies off. Yeah, no there was no denying that red hair. She wants to leave, but she can’t; she’s stuck on her stool. Once the fight finally ceases, Cal is with that small man he came into the store with sometimes as he retrieves his hat. He talks with the short man, and she thinks he’s going to leave, and he is just going to be lost to her again, but then he seems to stay for another drink, probably wanting to nurse that black eye he’s no doubt going to get. He sits at one of the stools and downs a drink. Oh lordt should she go up to him now? After everything she’s lost, it seemed ridiculous to do such a thing, but she finds her feet moving of her own volition. Oh GOD what is she even going to say. “That is quite the punch you took,” she says, sitting down next to him, “I probably have something in my supplies that could help with that.” Cal whips his head to her and quickly voices her name, which she was certain he was going to forget. And he seemed most certainly shocked that yes she does indeed know English and has this whole time. There’s smiles all around as he offers to buy her a drink and she accepts. But she also has to make fun of how terrible his Russian was."

So then there was this one fine morning on the Merrical server where @myfaenwy posted this photo shoot of Cam that was so very rude of him, actually...I mean...look at this slut wtf

(affectionate, obviously haha we love him)

I then liked begged @myfaenwy to write the prompt that I wrote out, but then...I just posed the idea of writing with her (something neither of us have done), and much to my delight...she was down.

Unfortunately, we've both been pretty busy with other WIPs, so we have not actually started writing, but we've been talking about this like since before JS! We are wanting to follow a lot of my prompt. And since both of us are also big fans of Red Dead Redemption 2, it will also be pretty RDR coded (which is the inspiration behind the title)...

We've had a drunken brainstorming session LOL that also involved:

Greez running a saloon, obvs. Cere is the bitch who runs everything as the wealthy widow. Aunt and niece duo Ventress and Merrin as Russian immigrants that run the general store in town, also obvs. Cal's gotta horse named Beauregarde Deaugustine the First, and I mean...look at fucking Koboh...it's all right there!!!

Basically, this fic is just kind of begging to be written! We are soooo very excited to start writing it and be able to show it to y'all!!!

YEEHAWWW!!

Y'all think Merrin will want to save a horse, ride a cowboy?😏🤠

#sorry i don't have any preview to give...but i mean my prompt was pretty fucking meaty lol #i cannot wait until we start writing it! #guhhhhhhhhh i can never say no to plot ideas i get too attached to #i have a problem and i am making it all your problem too #esp because this fandom NEEDS more aus #TEEHEE #fanfic #my fanfic #merrical fanfic #merrical #wmgtp #wip title game

[mashpotatoequeen]

For the Fic title game:

Down a lonely road

Hmmm...

I feel like this one would be a Milligan Fic, right after being brainswept and escaping to the mainland.

You have this man. He is sopping wet and desperately sad. He has no memories and no shoes and is wearing something that would look far more fitting in a dumpster than on a human body.

Milligan is a name. It might not even be his, but it's the only one he's got.

And so Milligan goes down a lonely road of trying to get his life back, or even a life back. He goes down several lonely roads. All the roads, in fact, are lonely; he is alone.

This is a city wrecked by the Emergency, and full of a populace with unheard messages being whispered in his ears. It is not in its design to be helpful for amnesiac men, and especially not amnesiac men who are being chased. Milligan relies on half baked agent instincts and gets the hell out of dodge pretty quick, hopping a train and getting off at another random city, another random town.

He 'liberates' some shoes, and a coat from a clothesline. He sleeps in some alleyways. He does some odd jobs. The despair that lives under his ribs gnaws at him from the inside out. He can't remember why. He can't remember anything.

But Milligan- even this Milligan, who is alone and depressed and without any resources and without any hope- is as stubborn as a mule and possibly twice as headstrong. He doesn't stop looking for answers and he doesn't stop moving.

You have to understand: Milligan is an empty puzzle box. All of his pieces are missing.

The fic ends with Milligan at Mr. Benedict's door, circling all the way back to Stonetown after nearly a year of wandering. The man's said to be brilliant, and he's said to be kind.

Milligan could use a bit of both.

#thanks for the prompt! #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #my writing #tmbs fanfic #mysterious benedict society #milligan wetherall #ask answer #fic title ask game

[ladytauria]

wrote 1,104 words on one fic & 172 on another yesterday while the internet was down

today i did 803 & 107 words on the same two fics~

#am debating writing more #or playing a game #i’m v proud of myself! #my posts #fic 1 is my kinktober fic which has no title #fic 2 is for one of the prompts in my inbox <3

[rosyjuly]

for the made up fic title: there's a little bit of hell in everyone

seb/mark/fernando threesome after seb snatches the 2010 championship from both their hands. i said what i said.

#i prompted this on the KM but to no avail #Middle Aged Parent Voice: do i have to do everything in this house #made up fic title ask game #rosy.ask