#wip folder ask game

[catofthecanals289]

Australian summer 👀 🤲🏻

ooh another old one. One of the first thigns i wrote for maxiel *ever* I'm pretty sure

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The January summer sun draws long shadows on the dry grass, creating sharp contrast despite the washed out colors of the place.

The ground is dusty and warm to the touch, and Max knows it will cling to his clothes and sweaty skin like a tan that will always fake on his pale dutch skin, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Not when he can hear Daniel laughing, when he can see him throw his head back with another bark as his niece says something in her squeaking little, adoring voice. Not when Daniel’s sister leans over having sat down in the shade of the tree Max doesn’t know the name off but is leaning against, legs stretched out in front of him, and says: “He probably told you already, but he’s so happy you came.”

She doesn’t mean to this pony riding event that Daniel had promised to his niece and nephew, but Max feels it counts anyway, making him shrug and lift the bottle of lukewarm water to his lips.

After a couple of gulps, he lets it sink again, exhaling.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and it comes out softer than intended , but Max’s cheeks are already flushed anyway. “I know,” he repeats even softer.

It’s not enough.

“He wasn’t sure you’d come,” Michelle says.

Across the paddock Daniel laughs again, loud and honest and beautiful. If Max closes his eyes, he can taste it on his tongue, can feel it against his lips.

“I know,” Max says again, his heart heavy in his chest.

Daniel waves at him. His niece and nephew do too. Max waves back, so does Michelle.

“He’s getting too old for his, Max,” she says, her hand down again, expression gentle but serious. Max can’t stand it, but he once thought he couldn’t stand summer in winter either. “For these games, do you know that too?”

Max shakes his head. “I’m not playing any games with him.”

She doesn’t believe him, but neither does Daniel some days, and Max has no idea how to fix it. He thought, maybe, coming here, getting onto a plane after New Years, would be a start. Now that he’s here, on the other side of the world, he wonders if maybe he should have come sooner.

They’ve never spend a New Year’s together.

Six years of this, of them, and not one New Year’s.

“I wouldn’t be here, if I was,” he adds, and he doesn’t look at her, instead looks at his own hand, runs his thumb over the spot that shows a rose on Daniel’s.

He didn’t get it for Max, that’s not something Daniel would do, but Max always felt like in a way, it still ended up for him, his, and maybe that’s foolish, maybe that’s self-absorbed, but maybe that’s how Max feels about Daniel too, about this thing between them, that after all these years, he should be able to put a name on.

Daniel was never meant to be Max’s. He was meant to live in the sun, to have laugh lines drawn onto his face by summer warmth and happiness, he was meant to live and love, and none of that with Max because Max’s one true love will always be racing and Daniel sued to feel the same, but Michelle is right, he’s getting too old for this, he’s getting tired. He hasn’t said so yet, still talks about winning, about believing, about having that passion, and most days he sounds like he believes himself, but others the tiredness in his eyes gets a little too dark, a little too blurry and then Max can see it clearly, can hear it loudly.

Daniel wants to be done. Soon.

He loves the polished streets of Monaco, loves the yachts and the money and the champagne parties but he loves dirt roads and February barbecues more. He loves sleeping in, and waking up to no city noise around him. He loves the ranch he lives on back here, in Australia, and he loves his family, wants one of his own and Max isn’t the kind of guy who can give him that.

“I want to be with him, always,” he says slowly, carefully, *honestly*. “And it’s easy in Monaco. No one question why we’d both be there. We live there. We are friends. But being here, in Perth, it’s different. It’s-”

“But would it be so bad?” Michelle interrupts him, voice low. “If people knew?”

“It would be,” Max answers after a moment, looking over to where Daniel has lifted the little girl onto his shoulders now, walking towards Max and Michelle and their tree, His brother in law with his son next to him.

“Why?” Michelle asks with a sigh.

“Because I’m not done racing.” *And I won’t be for years. Ever, maybe.*”And no matter what they say, I can’t have people know about me and Daniel and race in Qatar. In Malaysia. In Saudi Arabia. Or- Any of those places.”

Her eyes don’t leave his. “What about we race as one?”

A small, sad smile makes the corner of Max’s mouth curl upwards.

“What about it?” he asks, voice a little more raspy than usual.

When the others reach them, Michelle gets to her feet, plucks her daughter from her brother’s shoulders and spins her around, making the little girl giggle and squeal and Daniel smile, all sweet and soft, and nothing like the bright, loud laugh he wears so often than Max loves all the same when it’s honest, never growing tired of it. But this, this small, little thing, it’s not for anyone, not for fans, not for reporters, not for rivals, or for the world. Not for Max. It’s for Daniel and Daniel only, an unconscious little thing.

“I love you, you know,” he says, voice still too rough, too raspy, once Daniel has set down, smelling like horse and sweat and him.

He wishes Daniel didn’t look so surprised. Not after six years.

“I know,” Daniel says anyway, that soft, sweet smile back on his lips. Still looking at Max, he presses a kiss to his own hand, lips covering the rose tattoo.

He’s never said so, and Max would never ask, but it’s something Daniel does when he and Max can’t kiss, when it’d be too risky, when he knows that it’d make Max uncomfortable.

If Daniel was wearing a cap right now, Max would be flicking the brim of it in answer, but as it is, he taps the tips of his index and middle finger against Daniel’s forehead, right where his wild curls begin.

“And I’m glad I came,” Max goes on, because if nothing else, he needs Daniel to know that. “I’m glad I’m here.”

“You hate the Australian summer,” Daniel counters, smile wider now, showing teeth. He puts his arm around Max’s shoulders and Max has to fight the urge to turn into him, to make this something more than buddies, something more than best friends, and breathe in more of Daniel scent, and press his face into Daniel’s bare skin, right where his tank top reveals too much sweat glistening skin, down from his armpit over his ribs to his stomach.

Max wants to slip his hand under the fabric and splay his fingers over the little rolls that slouching has created in place of Daniel’s abs. He wants to climb in Daniel’s lap and grind down on his crotch, wants to feel Daniel grow hard for him, wants to see the wild, dark lust in his eyes, wants bruises on his wrists and bite marks on his throat.

He wants to wake up next to Daniel every morning and go to bed with him every night.

He wants to sit on the roof of his jeep with him and watch the sunset.

He wants to kiss him and love him and fucking marry him too.

He wants to watch the laugh lines on Daniel’s face that he eyes so critically in the mirror these days grow deeper, wants to be there to see his hairline get thinner little by litter and make sure that Daniel knows that he’s not one bit less attractive, not to Max, not to anyone with a brain.

But Max wants to be a world champion too, and that’s all there really is to that.

“I don’t hate it,” Max says, and he means to just knock his knee against Daniel’s, but it stays, instead, side pressed against Daniel’s.

Daniel looks down, eyes crinkling, the corners of his mouth curled up. His smile grows a little wider when Max puts his hand on his thigh, too sweaty and too warm, heart thumbing in his head like it’s about to break.

“No?” Daniel says, voice low. “I’m glad.”

#drabble post #wip folder ask game

[gentrychild]

Tddk time travel anyone for the ask game?

Izuku returned the smile, teeth and all, removed his glove and shook All for One’s hand.

None of All for One’s men stopped talking or made anything that could have warned him that he was about to lose his superpower, as they liked to call it in those time, but the air was distinctly tainted with amusement.

Right until All for One visibly tensed as Izuku’s quirk refused to be stolen.

Amateur.

For the briefest of moment, All for One’s mask slipped and pure anger burned in his grey eyes. His fingers clenched on Izuku’s, helped by what seemed to be one weak strength quirk. Izuku squeezed the fragile Dawn-of-Quirks-graded-bones of All for One back.

#anyone au #wip folder ask game #anyone: time travel edition

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP folders ask game

Thanks to @annab99awritersdream for the tag!

Rules: post all of your WIP folders, then have people send an ask if they're interested!

Okay here are my folders...

12 Bear Cubs (obv temp title)

Dystopian Book

Emerald of Secrets (note: temp. title; will change)

Eternity (temp title)

Etran (maybe temp)

Fanfic That I'll Never Touch Again (partial lie)

Fantasy Book

Half of the Magic (probably change this title)

Harvey

It Was All Just a Dream

Leaving the 99

Perspectives

School of the Legends

The Blind Sight (this is cringe change the title)

The Chronosians (temp title)

The Iterinastis System

The Last Time

The Others (temp title)

The Secret Portal

The Trail (temp title)

Tagging @gracehosborn @cadotoast @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @awritingcaitlin @jezifster @jessicagailwrites @sleepywriter00 @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @elizaellwrites @elsie-writes @willtheweaver @eccaiia @somethingclevermahogony + ANYONE ELSE

#writing tag game #wip folder game #writing ask game #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community #wip folder ask game

[onekisstotakewithme]

WIP Folder Game

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 or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the lovely @boasamishipper tagged me in this like four days ago, I'm sorry for the delay! 💜

works in progress (some of these are uh... quite old? or VERY old so I'll try and list from most to least recent. lmao. *sobs*)

post-"manchester" seekrit dating (tww)

bj hawk gay meet up (mash)

wedding fic (tww)

noir (mash)

requiem first time sex (tww)

69 fic (tww)

presidential campaign cj (tww)

sperm donor (tww)

plane crash (tww)

ski au (mash)

triad wedding (mash)

ambassador spock au (star trek)

padme!lives (star wars prequel trilogy)

tagging any of my writer friends who have a lot of WIPs and are interested 💜

#there are probably more but this is all off the top of my head #wip folder ask game #m*a*s*h #tww #star trek #star wars

[ageless-aislynn]

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway

Yay, thanks so much for playing along! 😎

Slow burn and I’m loving it, nobody asked for a time reference in every chapter but I’ve been doing it anyway 🤷‍♀️😉 (Halo series) aka "15 Minutes" (John/Reader) ⭐💖⭐

Chapter 6 is going to be super-sized since it's been *coughcough* months since ch5 and has a surprise guest star from the game world in it! No one else might care about the guest star but hey, I do and since I'm steering the boat... *beep beep* GUEST STAR! 😂

Anyway, in lieu of sharing a part of ch6 since it's hopefully going to be appearing this next week 🤞😣🤞 how about I tell you a couple of things I may not have mentioned before about it?

Originally, it was going to be John/OC instead of Reader, which is why she sometimes seems to have a lot more in common with an OC. However, she doesn't have a description, other than the fact she's shorter than John. Beyond that, she can be anyone, so I hope that anybody reading it can still feel like it's easy to project themselves as her, if that's what they'd like. Or that you can read the second tense “you” as being a form of first tense “I” and not consider that she is YOU but just a character you're reading along with. I hope that makes sense, lol! I mainly want my fics to be as inclusive and enjoyable as possible. (Kai has a male Reader over in the companion fic "Recreation" and "No Time" has a gender-neutral Reader with John.)

Also, yes, she does have a name but  I'm honor-bound to not reveal it. 😁(Same for Kai's Reader character in "Recreation;" I gave him a name, too, just so he doesn't feel left out. 😉)

Originally, this was meant to be a one-shot to fill my burning need to give John a hug after Halo 1x06 where the poor guy is practically screaming in pain and slumping down a wall and everybody's just like, "Hm, wonder what's wrong with Chief? Welp, on with my day!"

C'mon, Chief clearly needs a hug! And a medic. But definitely a hug!

Once there was interest to read more about them, though, I began using this as a chance to incorporate a bunch of my favorite tropes to read/write. I also liked the chance to explore a bit of the "ordinary" world that would be going on around all of the adventure and derring-do that Silver Team is embarking on during season 1.

I'm also feeling free to jump in the AU Warthog to weave in and out of canon however it best suits me, lol.

Into the AU party ‘hog, frens! Woo-hoo! (I adore the custom weapons and vehicle skins so much I made a little vid for them, lol.)

I enjoy making up little AU GIFs to go with each chapter but soon realized that it was more of a challenge than I originally expected because, since I don’t want to show any part of the Reader and thus define her skin color, hair color/type/length etc. But I’ll keep coming up with something for as long as I can!

I don’t have a set number of chapters this is projected to run but I’m guestimating... 🤔 quite a few. 😂 There’s still just so much I have planned for them! And I do have an ending for them that will bring us back kinda to the end of s1. The AU Warthog version of s1, anyway!

I’m hoping to get my couple of other Flash WIPs finished off then I’ll be coming back to this and “Recreation” in order to hopefully get them on a bit more timely posting schedule. I would ideally like them both to finish before s2 premieres in Spring 2023. We’ll see!

And there we have it! Thanks again! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

#wip folder ask game #ask game #authortobenamedlater #thank you #halo #master chief x reader #ageless aislynn

[thetragicallynerdy]

Is the ask game still going? If so, I'm extremely curious about "hanahaki polyam times"

It sure is!!!! I welcome asks about my WIPs all the time lmaooo, I have so many that I forget about so it's nice to get excited about them again and maybe pick away at them a little.

This is in response to the WIP folder game, if anyone else is curious my long list of WIP titles is here!

Hanahaki polyam times is yet another Jim/Ed + Jim/Olu fic lmao. I haven't worked on it in ages, but it's an au I adore and do want to finish someday. It's Post S1/alternate S2, and based on the idea that hanahaki is more like seasonal allergies - it fucking sucks, it hurts, but it won't kill you.

Jim, in love with Olu, also falls in love with Ed after he makes ammends and fixes things and they're all happy together. However, Jim knows Ed is in love with Stede, and believes it won't be returned - so they get the flowers. Ed, meanwhile, has basically the exact same thing happen, because they're both dumbasses and don't talk about shit. It's very "oh fuck, polyamoury exists and is possible??" vibes.

A snippet for you!

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He follows the sound of coughing, brow creasing with worry when he finds Jim behind the crates, one hand braced on the wall and the other clutching their chest. They start when they see him, looking so panicked it hurts. But then they're bending over, shaking with coughs that wrack their form, turning away from him as though trying to hide -

Bloody petals slip from between their fingers and flutter to the floor. Edward stares, and then before he can think better he's stepping forward, smoothing a hand up and down their back as they cough up another lungful. He knows how much it hurts, wishes like hell that he could take the pain away from them.

"Fuck, mate, I thought you and Olu had confessed like, ages ago." He tries not to think on the conversation with the Swede that he'd had so recently, the mirror of it all. Tries not to think even harder about the way his own flowers twine around his lungs, threatening to choke him when he speaks of their love for a man that's not him aloud. He's always been greedy, he knows this. "Why the fuck are you still coughing up his flowers?"

Jim spits the last of the petals out, clutching them in their fists like that will hide what they are. "I'm not fucking talking to you about this."

It hurts, almost more than the way he knows they won't ever love him. He lets his hand fall away, schools his face into some neutral when they flinch.

"Right. Sorry. Not my place."

Bloody fingers snag his shirt sleeve before he can walk away. Jim's jaw works, and he waits until they close their eyes, let out a noise that sounds too much like grief.

"Lo siento," they whisper, "but please, Ed, don't ask me."

He nods. Shakes their hand loose, then catches it, gives it a gentle squeeze. "Alright, mate. I won't."

He knows himself well enough that he doesn't even bother offering for them to find him should they need an ear. He's never been good at pretending, and he's not a martyr. Not yet, anyhow.

#ofmd fanfic #jim/ed #jim jimenez #edward teach #tragicallynerdy writes #wip folder ask game #hanahaki #blood tw #vomit tw #jic #ask game

[aimportantdragoncollector]

For the ask game, If You Meet Your Father, Kill Your Father, please!

A prequel to The Sin of Greed, my Demon AU. It's close to ready to start posting!

Tentative summary: Izuku is a half-demon mercenary who has been on his own ever since he was a young child. Then Demon Lord Hisashi identifies Izuku as his long-lost son. Izuku scorns this demon who wants to baby him. Hisashi has no idea how to deal with a son with the cherubic appearance of a teenager, the foul mouth of a soldier, and a murderous vendetta against demonkind. P.S. The title is inspired by a quote from the manga Saiyuki.

#wip folder ask game

[acewithapaintbrush]

Very curious about “Mirabel is determined to fulfill a promise” 👀👀

This idea came to me after a re-watch and wouldn't let me go. I definitely wanna write it soon but right now it's just a vague idea and bare bones:

Basically, Alma and Mirabel sort things out before Casita falls (I was thinking a crack goes through Pedro's portrait during their fight and it shocks everyone into taking a step back, especially Alma, and they finally TALK!)

So crisis averted, Casita never falls. But that leaves Tio Bruno still in the walls!

So Mirabel is determined to fulfill her promise: once I save the Miracle, I'm bringing you home.

Bruno would be very reluctant and Mirabel would try to take things slow. First she joins forces with Dolores and they reveal Bruno to the others one by one (I'm thinking the kids first and then the sisters and then last Alma)

I'd try to make one chapter per character. Just a canon divergence where Bruno isn't so much riding on a horse back into the family but is slowly brought back into the fold with lots of emotional talks and soul searching on all sides.

In the end I'd still want Casita to kinda be reborn so we still get the new door and everything but don't quite know how yet

#It would be an emotional ride #A few funny misunderstandings maybe #Like the parents growing suspicious of the kids weird behavior which only gets weirder the more kids know about the dude in the walls #encanto fanfic #Encanto fanfic idea #WIP folder ask game

[satashiiwrites]

For the WIP folder ask game, what's the Mafia AU?

thanks for the ask @scoobybuddie

So for reference, I’d previously used Danny Pino for Reyes Vidal personal headcanon pictures for writing in Mass Effect Andromeda fics. Danny Pino is mostly known for playing cops—ie Nick Amaro in SVU—and more recently Miguel Galindo in Mayans MC.

So cop Nick (above) vs Miguel (below)—note I really need to think of other names for Reyes’ uncles but you can see where I’m coming from by leaving them unchanged.

If I ever finish this fic, it’s going to be a messy time jump mess back and forth (because I’ve wanted to try that but not sure I can pull it off). I want it to be slightly told retrospectively and then also in medias res.

So, a messy draft emerges that’s half plot notes and half written scene. Cut for length here.

Scott is pulled to the local cop dive bar by his soon-to-be-former partner xxx.  He is plied with alcohol by many people from his precinct who’ve come to fete the new detective—Scott is getting his gold shield the next day and today was his last day on patrol. Scott is known some-what derogatorily (and he hates it) as the prince of organized crime—his father is the head of the organized crime unit and runs an elite task force. Scott has determined that he’s going to always make his own way and is obsessed with not being promoted based on nepotism. 

While Scott has been focused on his career, he hasn’t always been able to make close connections with his co-workers because of his family. But he’s excited to have earned his gold shield after solving a homicide. Somehow, he’s managed to get attached to one of the homicide squads by pure chance. 

Towards the end of the night, he’s bought a drink by a guy that can’t be a cop. He’s wearing too expensive of cologne and gives Scott the up and down look that screams interested.  The whiskey is also much more expensive than all the other drinks he’s been downing all night. The smooth purr of the man’s voice and way that he talks to Scott and he’s a goner. They spend hours talking—much after most of Scott’s coworkers have left and they close out the bar at 2am.  

Taking a chance, Scott asks Reyes to walk him home and then invites him in for a nightcap. One thing leads to another and Scott ends up curled around Reyes who seems stunned by Scott’s trust in him.

The next morning, Scott wakes to his alarm, warm and still wrapped in Reyes who is dead to the world. Scott reluctantly wakes Reyes, embarrassed that they just got in some heavy making out the night before before falling asleep in his bed. Reyes is adorably mussed but asks what Scott’s plans are for the night. 

Scott tells him that he has a family dinner to go to but does give Reyes his cell before seeing Reyes out the door. 

Cue frantic getting ready and in uniform for getting his detective’s shield only to be told to hurry up and wait when he gets to the ceremony.  It’s a group ceremony and he’s getting his shield with about ten other people—all of which are older than him and with more experience.  

There is an awkward moment during the ceremony when his father gives him his gold shield—Scott hadn’t know that his father was going to do that. He’s somewhat choked up about it but his dad ruins the moment after the ceremony when asking him what took so long. Scott is emotionally crushed at that comment but puts up a good front. Sara who also took the day off to celebrate her twin’s accomplishment plays peacekeeper.  There is an awkward family late lunch in a fancy restaurant that Scott’s always wanted to try but he barely touches his food—unable to taste anything. 

Scott’s new squad in homicide:

Partner and Sargent: Cora Harper

Lieutenant. Drack Nakmor

Other detectives: Liam and Vetra

Coroner: Lexi T’Perro

CSI tech: Suvi Anwar

Electronics assistance/mechanic: Gil Brodie

Reyes Vidal is the new blood that is running the show for his uncle. 

Reyes’s family/leadership structure:

Uncle Miguel is the boss—Known as El Padrino. 

Uncle Nick—Miguel’s twin. Not raised with Miguel. Became a police officer and works in the same city as Scott. Disavows all involvement with the family business but still tries to look out for Reyes. Is a homicide detective but for a smaller precinct. Competent at his job but has never been really promoted due to his family associations which are known by the police powers that be. 

Bain Massani—cartel associate. Was assigned to look out for Reyes. Is an enforcer for the cartel. Has his own code of honor and follows it. Is amused by Scott and calls him Reyes’ little duck.

Scene (warning for first draft)

Scott hadn’t stopped shaking—but he wished he could. 

The nurse with the kind smile had pushed him back into one of the hard plastic chairs that lined the waiting room and pressed a styrofoam cup of burnt, acidic coffee into his hands, encouraging him to drink it and settle. The two sips he’d managed to suck down had eaten at his throat, burning as the bitter coffee did little to soothe him. She’d said she’d be back when she had news or if the doctor was needing to speak to him before escaping to the nurses station at the far corner.

He just couldn’t stop the tremble in his hands that still had dried blood on them, under his nails and across the finger pads making them feel gritty with the dark brick red color fading into brown and making each crease n the skin stand starkly out. 

The waiting lounge was mostly deserted at this time of night, a housekeeper had even had him lift his legs so she could vacuum under them before working her way down the row of chairs covered in fabric that nobody in their right mind would have chosen any decade except maybe the 80s.  The hot pink faded to more dusty rose and the electric blue triangles and purple squares had also faded into just being tired. There was a small vending area in the corner where the soda machine hummed loudly—the only noise in the silence of the surgical waiting area at almost a quarter after midnight. 

He couldn’t stop replaying in his mind what had happened.  Hunching forward, he clutched at the cup of cooling coffee and tried not to hyperventilate. 

Reyes had been shot. 

Twice. 

And now he might not survive surgery. 

#Wip folder ask game #mreyder #my mafia au needs a title #mafia au ideas #reyes vidal #scott ryder #messy first drafts

[ravelights]

Blade runner au, please!!!

Bladerunner Au basically how deep can I go with traumatising Izuku, I won't say it follows bladerunner to a T but it works loosely in the world. ---- All for One smiled at him, it was calm and a little sad. It was the type of smile a parent gave to a child, oblivious to the dangerous of the world. Where they love their child innocents but loathed the day when they found out the truth. The Rain pelted around his silhouette, making a halo. Standing on top of a pile of scraps his coat blowing gracefully in the ragging winds, he looked almost divine, a god among men.

Izuku stared up at him, his eyes felt heavy, and he was positive he had broken a rib. The mud and blood clung to him like a parasite, sucking away his warmth, as the hands of the replicant holding him to his knees continued to dig into his fracted shoulder. The rain had drenched his hair, blocking most of his vision, a rattling cough erupted from deep in his chest, blood splattering on the ground in front of him.

“Oh you, poor, little child” He consoled mockingly, his dress shoes clacking down the steps as he descended down from the scrap pile, unbothered by mud and gunk. “How lonely you must have been” All for One lamented, as he neared Izuku level. “Struggling to breath, in the flood of blood and filth, of those beneath us!” he exclaimed with a hiss, stopping just in front of the boy.

“What?” Izuku chocked out, his voice hoarse from exhaustion, he mouth was dry and tasted like ash.

All for One squatted down in front of him, his blood-stained hand reach forward to Izuku face. Izuku pulled back, but the replicant guard hand took a fist full of his hair, stopping his movement, and gripping the green hair in a painful grid lock.

All for One hand gentle reached up and caressed Izuku cheek, smearing the blood of his fellow fallen Bladerunner on to his face, mixing it in with the dirt and sweat. Izuku tried to squirm away, but the grip was just too strong, holding him in place as All for One thumb brushed away some of the mud under Izuku’s eyes.

“There is such emotion in your eye… I almost though that you where human when I first saw you” All for One remarked, his fingers firmly pressing into the back of Izuku head. “Almost” he added softly, fingers methodically moving around Izuku face, as if to memorise every small detail of his features.

“I am human” Izuku gritted back feeling, some blood pool in his mouth, it took everything in his being not to spit it at All for Ones face.

The Man just hummed, pulling Izuku face inches from his, “Then tell me Izuku, why dose you left eye never show your emptions” All for One purred his sad smile stretching into a wicked grin.

“My right one does, my left has a defect nothing more” Izuku shot back, because if he were a replicant, he would know…. He’s only ever failed the test with his left eye, never his right.

His left has always had a defect, an inability to show what he’s feeling a problem with the way the muscles contract. But that defect has gotten him so far, it’s given him trust by the replicants, it’s given him access to places no human has ever gone.

Izuku can see the confusion, the misunderstanding it could create. But he’s human, he always been human, he hate and loves and cries and smiles. How can that not make him human; how can he not be his mother son.

….

“I’m human, replicants can’t be born” he heaves out before spitting on All for One face, “did you forget that?”

All for One let’s go of Izuku face, with disgust, wiping away the saliva trickling down his nose. “Is that the only thing that separates us?” he replied fingers smearing the spit on his suit jacket. “What a refreshing change of views, then I suppose you really are human after all” All for One cracked a smile lifting Izuku up by the chin.

“Wh…what.” Izuku sputtered out heart thumping in his chest, confused by All for One sudden agreement.

A pause “If giving life is what makes us human, then I have become human, thus you are human”. The blood was pounding in his ears, over lapping with the sound of shorter and shorter breathing. “Your existence along has given me a soul, how wonderful” All for One voice was mellow, almost sweet.

Izuku skin prickled under All for Ones hands, his head felt light, the edges of this vision were smudged with black.

“What do you mean?”

It stopped raining; it should still be raining.

“…What do you think I mean, Izuku?”

My bodies feeling wrong.

“What are you?”

I’m human.

“I’m your father”.

Right?

#tears in the rain au #all for one #midoriya izuku #bnha #wip folder ask game

[gentrychild]

Kissing booth?

It's just a couple of bullet points but this goes like this:

It's a crack AU where Izuku has hoard since he is five-year-old and he keeps into running into one slightly annoying problem: his classmates always ask for him to give them his quirks to play with but no one ever offers him their quirks. So, in order to discourage them, he explains that while he can snatch quirks just by touching someone, he needs to kiss the people to give them a different quirk. In elementary school and in middle school, this strategy works perfectly.

It backfires once he is in UA.

#dekubowl #All Might is very amused #wip folder ask game

[dragonofelder]

WIP Ask Game

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! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

I'll be responding with both snippets and something about the story.

Scene: Inko in Hospital

Scene: Transfer

All for One makes a Mistake

BFY

The Green Child

Daigoro Unchained

Shouto, Incredibly, Makes Progress

#wip folder ask game #only doing my MHA WIPs #and the ones with actually written snippets #otherwise this post would be much much bigger

[onekisstotakewithme]

this wasn't in the wip list but uuuuuuuh 🍁?

ARGH see I KNEW I was forgetting something 😣 but yes. 'into a gold and crimson graciousness of october' aka october part II. so sorry for its tardiness, bestie. I got lost in the sauce trying to blitz the reveal of Charleshawk and then you know, everything thereafter 😅

but someday!! someday we'll get the reveal that Charleshawk are an item + the polyamory negotiations + the Donna/Hawkeye sex. wait what was that last thing, Ally?

Snippet:

Hawkeye lets his gaze linger, before making for the stairs, leaving Donna hot and shaking with embarrassment and need. She bolts back across the hall to her own room, dressing hastily, the past few minutes burned into her memory. How can she come here and act like such a fool, and do it mostly sober? To throw herself at not one man, but two. It defies logic.

#charles x donna x hawkeye #charles x hawkeye x donna #wip folder ask game #thank you blue 💜

[ageless-aislynn]

WIP ask game for the following: the blue lady ships it, au the war crime part out, and …or possibly like this on the condition 'heat' is something like Pon Farr and not omegaverse

boops gently

*rubs hands together gleefully* Thank you so much!

1. The blue lady ships it (Halo) aka "Untitled Cortana (and the marines) totally ship John/Kai" 😁 Sadly, this one ended up having large parts of itself "donated" to other fics and so would have to be redone if I ever decide to finish it but here's the original opening, for your reading pleasure, lol!

Cortana made sure to manifest her holographic self down at the bottom of the hill, well away from where John and Kai had just finished mopping up the last of the Covenant infantry. She'd learned the hard way that, if they felt like she was watching them, then they'd scurry away from each other.

And yet they're standing on a hill with a bunch of marines looking up at them and somehow that's not "being watched?" Maybe it's simply the distance, the false sense of privacy?

Or maybe it was because once, just once she’d appeared right next to them, practically with digital popcorn in hand, wanting a front row seat for The Big Moment?

Come on, Chief, take your helmet off. Show her those adoring eyes… she thought but was careful not to project herself into his auditory cortex. He hadn't responded well to that, either.

Kai took off her helmet.

Also acceptable. He can't resist when she's all battle-flushed. He removed his helmet as well, both of them going off comms. Not that it mattered because being literally housed in his head meant he couldn't actually shut her out; she had to choose to give him privacy. Which she was doing, thank you very much.

Watching from a distance didn't count. Ask anybody. Ask the group of marines next to her, none-too-covertly studying the Spartans and taking bets on who'd make the first move.

False sense of privacy was her favorite new thing.

2. I wasn't sure if I should make a funny scene out of a war crime 👀 Guess I'll have to AU the war crime part out, yep *nodnod* (Halo series)

Aka the completely awkward John/Makee sexytiems scene we all REALLY deserved. 😇😂 I totally, completely AU'd the war crime out of it, though, so now we can chuckle at all of the awkward, 10,000% guilt free! *nodnods* 😁👍 Still in progress, may even be completed and posted one day, who knows? Would also be my first posted John/Makee fic. 😁

3. Yeah so if Spartans went into heat, I’d probably write it like this... (Halo gameverse)...or like this (Halo gameverse, different game)...or possibly like this (Halo series) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Technically, they're all variations on the same idea, which is why I probably won't ever write them. But they each have at least one distinct scene that lives rent free in my head, what can I say? Okay, so, with a wave of my hand, I've just given the gameverse Spartans the hormone pellets of the TV series Spartans. And with another wave of my hand and a little flourish of my fingers, I've added a condition to the pellets where, at certain times, to keep the pellets and the Spartans operating at peak efficiency, they have to go off of them.

And y'all know what I think would go on at that time. *coughcoughs in "Side Effect" NSFW* But imagine it as being more controlled than that, something scheduled, maybe a nice, out of the way place for Spartans on similar cycles to go and ahem, take care of each other, just an accepted part of being a Spartan and all that.

Annnnnnd in each of those 3 ideas, we get a pellet malfunction where game!Chief, Noble Team and TV!Chief ends up Trapped Alone With The Reader™. Not at the same time, not at the same place and not with the same Reader, I should mention. I mean, that would be one very tired Reader and quite a swingin’ Spartan party, woah, lol! 😳😂

I have a surprisingly well-defined, really more of an OC character for game!Chief, with a whole developed backstory and everything. And it's not ALL of Noble Team, just 2 of 'em. (That one actually came from a dream where the Reader was giving a report to Carter who is getting more and more flummoxed at how calm she is considering what all she's telling him. "And you're saying that you... handled them both. One at a time, right?" "Well, there might've been a one at a time in there but, honestly, it was just more expedient to double up." 😂) Then TV!Chief has a Reader no one has met before, someone who gives off this shy, reserved demeanor but who is an absolute wildcat underneath, who can give a malfunctioning-hormone-pellet Spartan a run for his money. I don’t know why but I want to see a scene where the rest of Silver Team finds them and they’re kinda running in like, “Okay, we’ve got to see if the non-enhanced human is all right. She might need medical aid!” and she’s all composed and walking out of the room like, yeah, he’s in there. And there’s John just totally worn out, asleep and snoring, lol! 😂 However, since John and Kai went through "Side Effect" together, I doubt this one would ever be written just because it's a rather close idea. I dunno. We’ll see! 😉

And *drum roll* there we have it! Thanks so much for asking! 😎👍

WIP folder ask game

#wip folder ask game #ask game #halo #halo: reach #halo the series #master chief #john-117 #cortana #master chief x makee #noble team #this would be just so much smut #soooo much #ais is writing #ageless aislynn

[omaano]

Nine Lines Nine People

I was tagged by the amazing @frostbitebakery (thank you ❤️)

So I’ve had A Day, and in my endless wisdom I decided that it made it the ideal time to fix Fox’s face after weeks of playing around with the idea of just scrapping the whole thing (and finally find a picture I liked to turn into Cody instead). I’m sure he has over 9 lines on his face. Also he is red the only thing that pulls me towards this guy which is always a plus.

Tagging (if you feel like it): @traumschwinge @manofbeskar @annettecheshir @battlekilt @justhereforeskel @shortmage @nautilicious @sidhebeingbrand @round--robin

#Wip game #my art #I promise I will catch up on my asks and mentions eventually as soon as I stop having A DayTM #I’m only trying Fox into shape because I don’t feel like doing a ton of lineart on greenery #and also because my Wip folder has grown very pathetic and sad and full of files with like 5 lines #that I haven’t touched in months ^^; #Clone portraits #Tem clones

[aimportantdragoncollector]

Being a Good Person is Contagous

While writing "I'll Be Back," I had a scene where All for One tried to steal One for All by stealth. (Which I'm still convinced he's done in the past.) This got me wondering why All for One is so fixated on using Tomura's hatred to steal One for All in canon. Wouldn't it be easier to take innocent hostages and threaten Izuku to trade for One for All? Taking One for All by force is the hardest method. This got me thinking, what if All for One needs to overcome the vestiges’ will to take One for All because if he doesn't, then he won't be able to control them after has the quirk? If the vestiges aren't under his control, then seven and a half angry ghosts living inside his head will make his life hell. This idea spawned a new WIP.

#wip folder ask game