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djarins-cyare · 2 months
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I voted wrong but I'm dying to know about space pharmacy meet cute
Ooh yay, thank you for asking! So this one actually has a title already:
🎭 Din Djarin in Jarringly Domestic Situations 🎭
It’s basically a series of encounters where he meets the woman of his dreams but each time it’s in an embarrassing or awkward location or situation…
In a galaxy this big, with a job as cool and badass as his, why does the first time he lays eyes on the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen have to be when he’s shouting at the partially deaf pharmacist that he needs laxatives? And why does his (entirely true) explanation that Grogu ate a lizard and is all stopped up just make it seem like he’s lying? Is it so difficult to believe he has a 50-year-old green baby?
And after that embarrassment, why is it that she just happens to be at the same space dry cleaners as he is when he has to do his laundry because Grogu has managed to get all muddy running around on a rainy planet and tried to dry off in Din’s underwear drawer? He is so close to begging the universe to explain exactly what he’s being punished for when he accidentally drops a pair of his muddy boxers on the floor right in front of her.
Pretty much everyone is on edge when he awkwardly takes a seat in a medical waiting room, hoping to simply get a rhinovirus booster shot because he recently got a cold and that’s no fun when you wear a helmet. But when she comes into waiting room, suddenly he’s the one feeling awkward. So he resolves to try and make a better impression… until he sneezes under the helmet. There’s splatter. And oh… dripping.
This is torture.
Of course there’s more to the story, but this summarises where it starts! 👀 Although I don’t subscribe to the himbo!din agenda because he’s a smart cookie, he’s undeniably awkward at times, so this is for everyone who enjoys that socially inept side of him. It’s not really a crack fic because there’ll be seriousness to balance the ludicrousness, so let’s just call it a space romcom. 🪐✨
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merlyn-bane · 3 months
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WIP Poll
Alright, y'all, I have decided that since I've just got the two remaining Foelu snippets in my queue, it's WIP poll time! Please select whichever WIP you would like to see me working on and posting next, and of course feel free to add any propaganda you so desire or send me any further questions you might have. I'll be leaving this up for a week and reblogging frequently just to make sure to give you all plenty of time.
Please feel free to reblog as well to get a larger sample size. Thank you in advance for playing! 🧡🧡
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frostbitebakery · 8 months
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WIP GAME
Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.
I’m slowly puttering away at my wips due to time and energy restrictions on my part but! They’ll get done eventually. This round I chose completely different WIPs to choose from :D
Tagged by the lovely @ferretrade thank you!!
All pressure tagging: @adiduck 🫶
No pressure tagging: @elwenyere, @bitter-chocolate-stars, @jedi-enthusiast, @ossidae-passeridae, @other-peoples-coats, @sith-disease-palps and everyone who wants to!
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dawnrider · 1 month
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Welcome to F#ck It Friday! Where I typically post WhateverTF I want. Today though, I'm giving y'all the chance to tell me WTF you want me to post about. (Poll will finish out tomorrow, so it will be tomorrow!)
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sp00kymulderr · 2 months
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WIP Wednesday but it's Thursday
thanks for the tags @chronically-ghosted @perotovar @wannab-urs!
Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)
Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on
Step three: every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)
feel free to send me asks about any of these!
Picture You (QZ!Joel x sex worker f!reader)
The system was easy; a ration card dropped in to the disused mailbox, the next day they would come back to collect the polaroids you chose for them. A note with them, in your best handwriting, with a wishlist - things they could leave, what they'd get in return. Food for a photo of you in your prettiest lace set, cigarettes and booze would get them a topless shot, pills promised them a full nude. Rarer finds meant they'd get to see more of you. You always knew when the offering was from him. At first he'd just leave the payment, but as he returned again and again he'd give you notes - scribbled handwriting complimenting you on the colour of the lingerie you wore, on how perfect you looked in it. Eventually, he'd leave more and ask for something else - a pair of your panties, worn. Then he asked for more.
lost, found pt 2 (Dieter x reader x Ezra x non-binary oc)
Dieter had met Faye first, years ago. They had worked on a production of The Cherry Orchard with him. They had bonded over vodka martinis and their shared hatred of Chekov. Nights on stage, days in bed. They'd been a constant in his life for so long Dieter didn't know what he'd do without Faye now. You had come along next. Someone new, intriguing to him. You'd sat at your table at a fundraiser looking bored out of your mind, but when Dieter came to speak to you the smile you had given him had practically knocked him off his feet. He'd taken you home that night, and you'd never really left after that. Ezra. Now Ezra was never expected. You knew him, had had your dalliances with him in the past. Dieter was aware of him, Ezra was a prolific stage actor who never ventured in to film. When you'd first introduced the two they had butted heads. It had taken a while for them to realise just how much they liked each other.
you play the part, i'll be the art (no outbreak, moms ex!Joel x f!reader)
"Thought I told you to stay out of trouble?" Joel grunts, pulling you away from the group and around the corner towards the bathrooms, out of sight from both them and his date. "Thought I told you to stop watching me?" You retort, riled up and full of adrenaline. You're a little tipsy, a little horny, and massively fired up - they way he holds on to you doesn't help, practically pinning you against the wall. "Or is your date just not exciting enough for you, Joel?"
Cherry chapter 2 (Dieter x ofc x f!reader)
You're three cocktails in and giggling with Eva. Just like old times. Her smile lights up her face, lights up the whole room. The whole world. She's just as perfect as she always was. Dieter's there too.
np tagging @covetyou @5oh5 @alwaysmicado @morallyinept @morning-star-joy @whatsnewalycat @sweetercalypso @schnarfer @ozarkthedog if you haven't done it yet
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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months
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Badly summarized WIP poll
Thanks @hippiewrites for the open tag I want to do this and @blind-the-winds for creating this game!
Now I have two main WIPs but I have many I haven't touched in years. Or are nothing more than a basic concept with no substance. I'm including them anyway for more options.
I have more than this but I couldn't think of a fun way to describe them.
Alright so @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @finxi-writes @ohnomybreadsticks @isabellebissonrouthier @thepeculiarbird @queerfox-tales @chauceryfairytales @emberlyric @emabatis y'all can do stuff unless you've already done this it's hard to keep track
Or if you haven't done this yet you can do that too and tag me for an open tag
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elwenyere · 8 months
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WIP Wednesday
The first-place winner of this WIP poll game was the Codywan Pirate AU, which received 112 votes (thanks in large part, I imagine, to the absolutely gorgeous art that @frostbitebakery has created for the characters). I will not share all 112 sentences, because I can't write in order to save my life, but I am happy to share a preview snip below, as the final excerpt for this event.
Thank you very much to everyone who voted in the poll and who has taken the time to share encouragement about the second- and third-place snips. The kind words have been really meaningful motivation.
By day four, the balance between Cody’s wariness and his restlessness had started to shift. Kenobi’s curiosity still set Cody’s internal watch at attention; but it was also the only variation in pressure during long hours Cody was used to filling with the change of winds or the tidal shifts in alliances among his crew. 
And, in any case, few of the answers Cody had to offer would have remained secrets to anyone determined enough to learn them.
So he talked about his mother - not that she’d taught him the names of the birds that fished the shore or how to use a needle and thread, but that she’d died the year he enlisted, when he was just thirteen. 
He sketched the barest outline of his brothers: of Rex, whom Cody had chosen as his acting lieutenant in hopes of helping him toward his own commission; of Fives, who was currently serving as Carpenter’s Mate aboard the Domino; and of Boba, who was still on shore, apprenticed to a local tradesman and far from seeing any battle, if Cody’s will was carried out.
“All four of you in trade and the Navy,” Kenobi observed, in a tone he must have thought was casual.
Cody gave him a stony glance.
“Go ahead. Say it.”
“What is it you imagine me to be thinking, Captain?”
“You’re thinking about which officers have rights to mess and berth in the wardroom and which of them still sleep with the crew,” Cody said. “You’re thinking that trade and the Navy are two of the only places where rank is something you can work your way up, even if you’re never invited to wet the swab with the gentlemen. Well, you’re right. My family doesn’t come from property, and I’ve served at almost every station from ship’s boy up without once doing the honors of the table or asking an admiral’s daughter to save me the minuet.” He paused, tipping his head to one side for dramatic effect.  “Unlike you, of course.”
Kenobi’s eyebrows shot up in a gratifying arch of surprise.
“It’s not often I’m mistaken for a gentleman.”
“You can’t meet too many observant strangers then,” Cody pressed. “There’s your accent: still clipped underneath, no matter how hard you’ve tried to sand down the edges. There’s the way you hold a blade, like your fingers were taught first with a foil. And there’s the way you carry yourself.”
“The way I carry myself?” Kenobi asked. Cody couldn’t be sure whether he imagined the flash of something like mirth in his eye.
“You’ve got - what do you landed classes call it?” Cody arranged his voice into an exaggerated echo of Kenobi’s accent: “Deportment.”
Kenobi snorted, tipping his head back against the hull of the ship as he regarded Cody through the shadows.
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bluespring864 · 2 months
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thanks for the tag @all-my-worlds-a-stage! I feel like this is going to be a challenge for my brain but I'll do my best to do my worst at summarising :D
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarise them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd most like to read.
I spent way too long on this but it was incredibly fun! Could keep doing this all night :D
tagging: @kingfisherprince, @yoellglia, @advantage-sinner, @fritzes, @steffigraf, @cricrithings, @a-candle-for-sherlock, @marginaliana, @purblind-dragon, @cornchrunchie, @keinbutterdieb if you haven't done it yet and want to do it! (no pressure obvs)
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nemaliwrites · 3 months
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Out of Context WIPs
Thank you for the tag, @anyablackwood! I'll tag @asukiess, @mostmagical, @bittersweetresilience, @jubileen, and anyone else who wants to play!
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.
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adiduck · 8 months
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WIP GAME
Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.
Tagged by @frostbitebakery! As with last time, I'm adding optional hard mode: every WIP on this list will be worked on. Your votes are for number of sentences. Unless otherwise specified, I will show you my work to prove I did it ;)
I'm going to TRY to tag people I didn't tag last time and who I know aren't currently doing this, but as I regularly state, my memory is Bad and I am too lazy to go look this up. SO! If I tag you a second time by accident and you have already been tagged and don't want to do it again, please ignore
No pressure tags: @goddammitjim, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @jaggedstartalk, @lambourngb, @howdyrat, @doodledrawreblogs, uhhhhhhhh @whetstonefires, @byebyeskylark... @keensers OKAY that's probably enough for now ;)
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sev-on-kamino · 8 months
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Hello there~ The results of the wip poll were quite decisive, so here are (at least) 18 extremely rough draft sentences from the Fives x Reader x Kix WIP 🥰
Suggestive, but ultimately SFW (and costco, target, walmart, local Chinese restaurants, and family gatherings)
“Here ya go, sleepyhead,” Fives said, as he held out a cup of caf. You looked up at him from the floor of the med bay, exhausted and struggling to finish your reports.
“Fives, you’re a God,” you sighed, taking the cup with trembling hands.
“Say your prayers like a good girl, and I’ll make you see Heaven later,” he replied with a grin that most likely had panties dropping all over the quadrant.
“Don’t tease. Apparently, it’s hands off while General Windu’s around. Rex was very clear that I am to be on my best behavior,” you knew you sounded a little whiny, but you’d missed Fives so much it hurt. You were craving him, and to have him so close but off limits was crushing.
“Yeah, I figured that’s why you and Kix weren’t kriffing each other’s brains out in a closet somewhere right now,” Fives replied, as though he was chatting about the weather.
“What, what are you….what do you?” you stammered, choking on your caf.
“Oh, doll, we all know about your little post-battle ritual,” Fives replied with smirk, as he was so pleased to let you know you weren’t as subtle as you thought.
“Everyone knows? Even Rex?” Your face was on fire, and it was not from the hot drink.
“Especially Rex. He’s the one who kept me from interrupting it months ago. He made up some banthashit about you two needing to concentrate on your reports, but Rex is a terrible liar, and he was blushing.”
It wasn’t like it had to be a secret from Fives, in fact it sounded like he was tickled by it, but you were still trying to figure out how to balance things between the two of them. How much information they wanted about each other. What to do when Fives was with the 501st. How to keep things from being awkward. You didn’t have experience in this arena, and How to Date Two Troopers: A Treatise on Time Management and Romance wasn’t part of your training.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. I know you two have your bond, just like you and I have our bond," Fives said with a gentle smile. “I just like teasing you, mesh’la.”
"Sorry. I’m still getting used to this whole dating two people thing," you said, yawning.
“There was bound to be a learning curve, but I know how Kix feels about you, and how I feel about you,” Fives responded, as he brushed his fingers over your jaw. No cocky grin, no sarcasm, just the soft touch of a lover.
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djarins-cyare · 2 months
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Thanks for tagging me @burntheedges this was tough but fun!
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.
These are all Din, of course 🥰. Some are currently no more than a summary, so not sure if they count as WIPs, but these were the most solid 10 out of a list of 36 fic ideas. Several are half-written. Please vote to inspire me to complete things 🥺🙏🏻
Also, feel free to ask for more info on anything that tickles your fancy!
Decided not to tag anyone today as I can see a lot of my writer moots have done this already. Hoping people will interact anyway 🤞🏻
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dystopicjumpsuit · 8 months
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WIP Poll Snippet!
You voted, and I am here to deliver! Here are twenty-three twenty-six (because I have no self-control) sentences from "A Match for Mayday," coming soon to @tcwmatchmakingau. Pairing is Mayday x flower farmer!reader.
His eyes have a faraway expression, and you wonder what horrors he’s seen to make him look so karking tired. He doesn’t continue, and you don’t prod him. Instead, you wordlessly watch the sun paint the sky in a wash of pastel. As the light fades and the dusk creeps in, the two of you exchange occasional desultory remarks, but mostly you sit in companionable silence, drinking slowly and simply enjoying each other’s nearness.
He’s waiting for you the next night, too, and the one after. Each evening, you open up more to him, and the two of you spend hours speaking quietly into the night. You tell him that your favorite flowers, fire lilies, are unpopular with buyers, so you grow a patch of them just for yourself. He confesses that he’s never seen one, so you lead him through the twilight into the garden. In the fading purple light, the fragrance of the lilies surrounds you in a heady cloud.
“May I pick one?” he asks.
“Of course,” you reply. 
Most people don’t bother to ask, and you never realized how much it bothered you until Mayday’s courtesy reminds you that you have a right to say no. He plucks a blossom carefully, reverently, making sure not to damage the rest of the plant. 
“They’re beautiful,” he says quietly. “I can see why they’re your favorite. Why don’t buyers like them?”
“They don’t last long once they’re picked,” you reply. “It makes transporting them tricky.”
“Then I’m sorry I picked this one,” he says.
“Don’t be,” you reply. “There will be more tomorrow.”
The sun has fully set now, and his dark eyes reflect the pale light of the moons. He examines the blossom closely, taking in the graceful curves of the petals, the speckled pattern at the center, the delicate filaments of the stamens. His eyes rise to your face, and his hands follow nearly unconsciously. His knuckles brush subtly against your cheek as he tucks the flower into your hair. Your mouth suddenly feels very dry, and you swallow without meaning to.
“Beautiful,” he repeats.
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grimalkinmessor · 4 months
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IT'S THAT TIME AGAIIIINNN
Note that I did not give you a "none of these" answer. You're getting a new WiP whether you (and I) like it or not :'D
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loopyhoopywrites · 3 months
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WIP Poll
Shout out to @tracle0 for the tag, I've been having so much fun voting on everyone elses! I don't know who hasn't done this yet, so if you want to, consider yourself tagged :)
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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months
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Quiz for my WIP!!!
The following are all true behind the scenes facts of my WIP The Secret Portal... except one
Please vote no matter how little TSP knowledge you have and please reblog. This will be so fun
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