#wip sampler basket

[tunafishprincess]

Ooooo what's the dark knight au?

Dark Knight Au is me trying to use elements of Batman and incorporating them into the MHA universe with Izuku as Batman. It’s currently only in the idea stages. Gonna try and do some art soon to get a better idea.

It might be a DFO fic. I haven’t decided yet.

Summary: Six years ago a young Izuku Midoriya watched his mother get killed in front of him by a villain. His father passes away soon after overseas, leaving a surprising amount of wealth behind as well as ownership of a very well-off company. Driven by revenge and rage, he emmerses himself in taking control of the company and training himself until his fingers bled. He leaves Musutafu behind.

Five years later, Midoriya is a household name, owner of several different industries, most famously Midori, which sells high end hero support gear and civilian support gear (which is much more controversial). But he’s not done yet. His hunger to become a hero hasn’t waned. The first time he gears up officially he chooses to take on a low-level thief with a sludge quirk. Right as he finishes the villain off however, someone else arrives on the scene.

Out of all the people he would run into however, he didn’t expect it to be All Might.

Aka, the au where All Might semi-adopts a violent young Billionaire-slash-vigilante.

#Batman au #BNHA au #mha au #dark knight au #wip sampler basket #wip meme #might become something #might not #who knows

[vodkassassin]

Draco elfling? LOL it really wanted to autocorrect that to elf king

Lmao he wishes!!

Snippet: Draco elfling WIP

He’s absolutely tiny, his hair is short again, and he’s got no bloody clue where the hell he is.

Draco brushes dirt off his shins for possibly the twelfth time today, and scrambles as best he can up the side of a knobbly old fir tree to avoid the giant maneating spider that’s well the size of a fully grown skrewt, and finally begins to ask himself, why? Why him? What has he done to deserve this? He’d repented all his sins already, made peace with his enemies! Harry J. bloody Potter himself had said “Draco, I forgive you,” insomany words, so why can’t Draco catch a break?

He clings to a branch that hangs a bit lower than he really cares for, and prays to any higher power that will listen to save him, dammit, please, he will do so much better in life if he’s just saved, right now, saved and kept safe and not in danger of being turned into a corpse mummified by overly large webbing.

He will listen to whatever his mother says. He will hand write apology cards for every single person he’s ever wronged in his life. He will buy Daphne a new vase to replace the one he’d accidentally smashed the last visit over, so she’ll start talking to her sister again, because merlin but Astoria is so difficult to deal with when she’s moping. But Draco will fix it! He will! He’ll go out and— and he shall will each and every Malfoy property to charity, is what he’ll do!

Or just bloody well and give them over, post haste. No need to bring wills and death rites into it, because Draco is still very much alive—

He yelps, internally wincing at the squeaky, childlike little voice he’s been cursed with along with this useless, teeny little body, and reaches up to grasp wildly around for a more stable hold when the branch he’s clinging to starts to creak ominously. Come on! He’s not that heavy! This tree is lousy, how can this tiny baby body be enough to break that branch? It’s thicker around than he is currently tall!!

It cracks, and Draco has just enough time to lunge for the branch above it, hissing as the broken one gouges a jagged scrape down his side. Fresh blood springs up from the previously unmarked pearlescent flesh, and Draco really just wants to cry.

It hurts, dammit! And he’s little! He looks like a Merlin-damn child, he’s got the magic-given right to bloody well act like one, doesn’t he?

Long, hairy legs hiss and chitter right by him, somewhere along the trees. They brush right by his bangs, and he can hear it echoing in from all around him. This is so much worse than the Acromatula in the Forbidden Forest. Draco at least knows how to deal with those. No, these things are five times bigger and spit poison, no thank you, not at all!

Draco presses his forehead into the piney bark and sniffles. He scrunches his eyes shut, and he can feel the slow, menacing approach of the demon from the seventh level of hell, all however-many of its eyes aimed right at his back. There’s a click, craaack of its mandibles opening and shutting with a snap, ready to devour him, and all Draco can think about is what the hell would Harry do?

Turn around and stab it with its own tooth, as he bloody well did, at twelve. Draco’s is, what—this body can’t be older than five? What’s he going to do? Let the thing chomp on him just to get a weapon from its own hide? No thanks. Kudos to Harry Potter but Draco is different.

The spider closes in on him and Draco just ups and lets go of the tree branch, because why the hell not? He’s about to die anyway, might as well make it by his own terms.

He falls for what feels like forever, though he knows he can’t have climbed up that high what with his bitty little limbs being no longer than his own Merlin-damn wand—where was that useless shaft of wood, anyway?—and the wind and twigs whip by his face and leave marks as he descends. He hits another branch on the way down, somehow, which knocks the wind out of him, and Draco’s still working on trying to get his lungs to work again when a final branch scoops him right out of the air and makes off with him like a thief in the night.

They’ve run for a good two minutes before Draco finally wraps his head around the fact that trees don’t have arms and cannot, in fact, grab things even if they wanted to. He whips his head up to get a look at his captor, which is a miserable mistakes because it aggravates the large, dripping gash that runs along his side and is absolutely coated with half-crusted blood. Draco lets out a strangled whine, and curls back inward on it, hissing out another wordless cry when he sees all the red that marrs his previously white—not clean, but not a horror scene either— t-shirt.

A large hand firmly but gently angles his head into a rock-solid chest. Draco can hear a steady heartbeat under his ear despite the fact that they’re definitely not running anywhere under twenty miles an hour.

“Hush, little one. You will be safe soon.”

Draco sinks his teeth into his bottom lips and decides against complaining, as he’d been doing nothing but since waking up. This is rather what he’d been praying for, isn’t it? Perhaps a tad bit late, but… he can deal. He’ll find a way to deal.

#wip sampler basket #Draco elfling #Harry pottehp fanfic #Draco malfoy #LOTR #lord of the rings #crossover #vodka answers #vodkassassin fanfics

[crispyjenkins]

WIP Sampler Basket

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

tagged by @atelier-dayz and @fadinglight123! thank you, lovelies

(okie so i have a secret project that i’ve redacted parts of; this list is not in order of priority!)

Brace For Battle in the Night

[redacted] for [redacted] — Oh, To Be a Human-Shaped God

Main Doc (lmao sorry)

22 Year Old Obi

Eventual Sequel (After Summers of Fasting, Feel Hunger at Last)

Cuy’val Dar Obi Ao3 Followup

Mando Trans Icon Obi

K’atini Followup

Haat’ade Childhood Sweethearts Followup

and then i have a whole folder of abandoned ideas (ノ*゜◡゜*) and a note on my phone of disconnected snippets

hmmmm @ironhoshi @adiduck yyyy @koyacyi-vode if y’all want/haven’t been tagged! 

#wip sampler basket #.... okay ask box is open for the night #HAVE AT ME BRAGGARTS #cj answers #crispy writes

[adiduck]

😂 OK, be aware that I will be back if necessary to ask about any WIPs that aren't addressed by others, but for now... Tell me about the Early Dechipping/Force Sensitive Clones AU?

:D This AU begins, unsurprisingly, when the clones find the chips early. They’re discovered when Ventress takes Wolffe’s eye during the surgery. Since none of the command staff (and Rex) know what they are for or trust the Kaminoans as far as they can throw them, they start pulling them from their troops surreptitiously. At first, the chips don’t seem to have any side effects--maybe they’re meant to baseline everyone, since there seems to be a universal uptick in sensory processing?--until Palpatine goes on a long weekend and Fox finally has time to get his chip pulled.

It turns out, the chips are not just suppressing the normal senses.

“Noted,” he replied, voice drier than Geonosis on a bad day. “Anything else?”

Fox… paused, and let the debate he’d been having with himself drift to the forefront of his mind. He should, he knew, just end the call. Kriff knew he had enough to get done today, and he’d just handed Rex more than his fair share of preparation, as the Resolute slowly limped its way back to Coruscanti space for repairs. And on top of that, Rex wasn’t--well. They were vod’e, but they weren’t close. Hadn’t really crossed paths at all until the war.

This wasn’t usually a conversation he’d have with Captain Rex of the 501st.

But the thing was, his batchmates were scattered across the galaxy, in the middle of their own battles. The last one he’d managed to talk to was Gree, three tendays ago--too early, then. His medics only knew what they’d seen, the commanders under him only what they’d experienced, and Fox was their direct superior officer, asking them for personal facts about their minds was... inappropriate. Fox--

Well. He’d run out of time.

(He had another hole in his memory, from less than a tenday before. Blink and you miss it, four hours of his life gone. He’d had to go back through his schedule to know it had included a patrol, a meeting with the Chancellor and a few senators; had to learn about the arrest he’d apparently made an hour ago from the report in his hand. He couldn’t wait any longer.)

“...How secure is this line on your end?” he asked, tasting the words as they left his mouth, careful. Rex tilted his head.

“Secure,” he confirmed, and leaned towards Fox in the holoprojection. “Something wrong, vod?”

“No,” Fox said, and… made a decision. Reached up and took off his bucket, looked the holo of Rex straight in the eye. “Coruscant Guard is too removed to hear much about the side effects post-surgery.” He paused again, and watched, wry and tired, as understanding passed over Rex’s face. Rex was quick on the uptake, from what Fox had gathered, and there was really only one surgery he could mean. “Have you gone?”

#Adi is a Writer #the process #wip sampler basket #early dechip au

[effervescentdragon]

WIP SAMPLER BASKET/ WIP TITLE GAME

thank you @fingons-rad-harp​ and @beria1021​ for the tags, this should be extremely fun and embarrassing! Lets go check out my docs!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Okay, so I’m copying the names directly. Dont’ laugh too much? ^^

- FLWD2 (Broadly Known As My Coma Fic no2)

- FLWD5 (How Much Angst Can I Produce)

- FLWD7 (Ladies On Ice)

- Tyelpe finds One Ring and gets Angsty As Fuck

- MTH2019 - THE STUCKY DREAMPHASE

- RUSSINGON PAIN

- GLORESTOR LONGFIC (13 documents, all named GLORESTOR SCENE 1-13, none of the scenes are anywhere near chronological)

- GROUP DYNAMIC TGW

- GLAMOUR + GLAMOUR DEATHTOLL

- Peter & Darcy have a talk by the Lake

- WITCHER gets his ass kicked by Slavic Gods

I may... have a bit more wips than I realized? If anything on here interests you, let me know!

Also, I’m tagging, hmmm... @saecookie @gwhells @absynthe--minded @elesianne @elf-loving-dragon off the top of my head, and anyone else who wants to do this! <3

#wip sampler basket #wip title game #effervescentdragonwrites #wip stuff #on writing #tolkien fanfiction #mth 2019 in progress still #mcu fanfiction #witcher fanfiction #silm fanfiction

[bethsuglywigs]

H cause I'm thirsty, please and thank you 💜💜💜

They are having sex on a couch. There is a part 2 (sketch below).

#asked and answered #my art #wip sampler basket #I have an insane number so sketches #I could show you sketches forever and not run out

[paradoxspaceheater]

Wip sampler basket. I have to ask: what is the goth trio one?

oh gtrt! that’s a collab au with @esmeraldablazingsky! uhh the rough plot is that wwx survives the siege of the burial mounds, only to be taken prisoner by the jin and forced to assist in their (and later also xue yang’s) experiments in demonic cultivation. 13 years later, mo xuanyu breaks wei wuxian and wen ning out of prison with the intention of using them to take revenge on his family. however, they quickly discover the demonic severed arm of nie mingjue and embark on an investigation thereof (the titular roadtrip)

here’s an excerpt feat. wen ning going feral during the jailbreak

Wen Ning was currently engaged with the four guards, dodging strikes with astounding speed and hitting back twice as hard. He slammed the chain wrapped around his right hand into one of them, sending him smashing into the wall, and then turned fast as lightning to intercept the combined strikes of two more, knocking one of them back six or so feet, and sending the other to fall on top of him in quick succession.

The one who had slammed into the wall picked himself up and charged with a cry, driving his sword into the fierce corpse’s sternum. Wen Ning didn’t flinch, but drove his fist clean through the guard’s throat, his scream dying on his lips as his vocal chords ripped apart. He pulled the sword out of his chest and threw it to the ground along with its owner, and let out another cry.

Mo Xuanyu took the opportunity to run.

#omg an ask #lurkingscientist #wip sampler basket #my writing #goth trio roadtrip au #<—check out that tag for more gtrt! #mdzs

[it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined]

WIP sampler basket: a meme for people with too many WIPS!

1. Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

2. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I got tagged by @ajoblotofjunk @catherineflowers29  @tall-wolf-of-tarth  @albatrossisland and @evilbunnyking 

(most of these don’t have actual titles yet... Also bold of anyone to assume I’m organised enough to have an actual WIP folder, HA)

My current WIPs: (argh okay I’m gonna break this down into fandoms because technically hardly anything I’ve ever written gets finished god help me)

JB

Like sandpaper, the light, or a blessing, or a bruise

English Patient AU/Peggy Carter crossover

French Kiss AU

The old gods don't choose women for this; everyone keeps saying it

Birthstone Chart by Month

I'll follow you (when the stars go blue)

and the songbirds are singing like they know the score (aka the infamous angsty heist fic) 

And under what extraordinary circumstance would you allow that to happen 

Drive fast, fall hard (keep me in your heart)

Chasing wild horses

Animal rescue

and it feels like yesterday was a year ago / and grace is just the measure of a fall / Reparations - WIPs already on ao3

kastle

it's just a shadow, cast by all the light (and in the dark, i lose him every time)

all we do is drive

the ghosts of wolves and passerines / there’s blood in my mouth cause I’ve been biting my tongue all week / we know how the light works -  WIPs already on ao3

random film stuff

the sound of our breathing, and the shore so far away (Aquaman)

Furiosa dreams

The best way out is always through (PacRim)

it took me a hilariously long time to actually get a list together for this one, so I’m just gonna tag some people in case :)  @pearly--rose @nossbean @serhumfreysbrokencollarbone

#wip sampler basket #i have no idea what I'm doing as usual #and i may well have missed some but it's not like I'm getting anything written so hey

[psychedaleka]

For the WIP meme, can I ask for "acf" as well as "let me run"?

both original fiction!! very nice.

acf is the abbreviation for ancient china fantasy! it’s like twenty genres mashed up into one: a historical/fantasy/court drama series set in (you guessed it) ancient china (but like. not very ancient. like. alternate 1910s, in a world with magic where history happens slightly differently. might change the time though we’ll see).

it’s low key a coming to age story, where the mc discovers she has magic and gets embroiled in a civil war. i planned it as a trilogy, and the first draft of the first part is done, but then (in an idiotic move on my part) never wrote down my plot for parts 2 and 3, since i thought i would remember it. and then (shocked pikachu face) i forgot. so yeah it’s kinda stalled right now! and by stalled i mean i haven’t touched it in two years.

(ahahahahah)

but i do intend to get back to it! i still love it very much. it’s just wayyyy on the backburner right now

i was going to find a snippet for you, but it turns out my writing 2 years ago was worse than i remember! so! that’s fun. still lots to do.

let me run is a much newer but entirely self indulgent wip. it’ll probably never get published/see anything other than my wips folder, but i still like the concept and it’s nice escapism. it’s a modern person gets transported to a fantasy world but finds out that this new world might be less new than she thinks. feat: road trips, ignoring responsibilities, and gratuitous imagery/descriptions

(this was very rambly and i’m sorry about that)

thanks for asking!

#conversations #tag you're it #wip sampler basket #psyche and her real life #my writing

[ladyteldra]

WIP Sampler Basket

A meme for people with a lot of WIPS!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

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... Alright. So. I was tagged by @myakkoh. Which. Rood. You have to be working on things for them to be in progress. But my multiple folders of ideas and things has waaay to many works. At least over seventy. So we'll be... not posting all those.

Between Feathers and Scales

A Thing with Feathers

Facility Verse

The Uzumaki Weakness

Hear the Bells

Blackout

Two Truths and a Lie

Strings of Fate

GloryHobbit

Heroes of Circumstance

Nothing Left to Do

Reeve :'(

Retirement?

Just My Luck

Going Green

UncleUncleUncle

Dragon!WWX in BSSR=Dragons

MXY/Nice Thing

SJ makes better choices

SJ Hoards

Tagging... @lurkingcrow @dragonhoardsbookz @myakkoh (because I know she has more). Obviously no one has too do this ^^;; And anyone else can do it if they happen to have any.

#wip sampler basket #ask game #i guess? #oh dear... #i never do these because I'm terrible at choosing #wip sampler

[tunafishprincess]

WIP Sampler Basket

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send  me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and  I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by: someone but I can’t recall who. It’s been awhile.

Tag: everyone

1. Broken Silence Chapter 5

2. Captain Kamino chapter 7

3. Ghost of the Father chapter 3

4. Urban Legend DFO writer collab fic

5. Blue Moon Rising chapter 63

6. Bat for One oneshot

7. Checkmate chapter 2

8. Replica AU

9. The Dark Knight AU

10. Mind Swap AU with Owl

11. Silent Shadow Part 3: Voice of a Shadow

12. Corgi AU

#BNHA au #mha au #wip meme #dad for one #wip stuff #WIP ask meme #wip sampler basket

[vodkassassin]

9, because NB might die and that's hilarious to me.

You enjoy NB’s suffering too much, Cher 😂💕

Snippet: Desmond BAMF (assassins creed)

Two semi trucks and one red volvo have already passed him by, but Desmond is patient. He’s had a lot of practice with waiting for things. He’d waited to leave the Farm. He’d waited for a real life for himself outside of the “cult” he’d been raised in. He’d waited for a chance to get off the streets. He’d waited through all the memories of his ancestors. He’d waited for whatever message the precursors had for him, whatever solution.

To Desmond, it seems like he’d been waiting his entire life. He isn’t even sure what for, anymore. Then, he’d died, so… he supposes that it doesn’t actually matter, in the end.

Maybe he’d been waiting to die.

Another semi truck comes veering down the desolate highway. The squeal of the breaks kicking into gear catches his attention, and Desmond gives his himself a mental shake. He watches the truck roll slowly to a stop before him, and stares up at the passenger door. It flings itself open after a moment, and the driver peers down at him.

“Hop in,” the man says amiably, with the unconcerned air of someone who is in no way new at this. This isn’t his first hitchhiker, Desmond assumes.

The driver crawls back, and the young time traveler wraps his hand around the bar on the side of the truck and hauls himself up into the cabin. He pulls the heavy door shut behind him, and gives the trucker a quirk of his lips once in the seat.

“Thanks,” Desmond says, because he may be an assassin, but he is an assassin with manners.

“No problem,” the trucker says, pushing the clutch into second gear and urging the semi back onto it’s journey. “Name’s Raoul.”

“Denny,” he supplies in turn. “Bet that’s familiar enough to remember, huh?”

Raoul laughs. “A trucker’s paradise, huh? Eh, I’m more of an Applebee’s guy.”

The ride is quiet for the next few miles, Raoul not seeming to be very nosy or interested about his backstory, which Desmond is grateful for, because it gives him some more time to think. Calm comes easier now than it had while still so close to the Farm, and with the dull roar of the truck engine in the background, Desmond finds he can finally plan.

He hefts his backpack into his lap and pulls out the notebook and it’s wad of pens. It’s a small thing, 7 by 4.5 inches with just a hundred pages. Easier to fit amongst his other supplies, he guesses. Desmond flips the book open and pauses when he notices that it isn’t blank like he had assumed it would be. There was writing on the first page already, in pencil, and as Desmond peers at it, he realizes with growing incredulity that it’s a journal entry.

Well, reading through it, it’s less of a journal entry and more of a report than anything, but as Desmond assumes that he’s the only person that was meant read the contents of this notebook—it’s not like he had anyone outside the Farm—it’s obvious what it’s meant to be.

He resists the urge to bury his face into his hands even as a strong feeling of disappointment not his own comes pulsating from the back of his head. He too distracted by his younger self’s stupidity to decipher which of his ancestors it came from, but he’s putting his bet on Altaïr.

Ezio was a bit too vain to really and truly get why exactly it was a bad idea to write about oneself, and Connor probably wouldn't really care all that much, but Altaïr knew the dangers of having any sort of personal information on such a tangible and accessible location as paper record, not unless you were intending for others to read it. Well, his Syrian ancestor has always felt more… involved, with Desmond, than the others. Almost like he cares the most about what’s happening to him, always perking up with something that feels like distant pride when Desmond accomplishes something particularly skillfully, or a pulse of chiding when he does something incredibly stupid. Or perhaps that’s just Altaïr‘ inner-Mentor peeking through. Connor has his moments with that, too, come to think of it, and Ezio-

Desmond clutches the notebook tightly in his hands, focusing his gaze on a word in the middle of the page as the rest blurs around it in a odd, physical sort of tunnel vision. There he goes again, thinking that long dead men were actually, mentally with him, acting like having the voices of his ancestors in his head, giving him guidance, is normal. Thinking that this was something other than just another fucked up side effect of rifling through the history of his bloodline, through memories that aren't actually his.

The murmuring goes quiet in his head for the first time all day, and Desmond refuses to think about how it seems definitively wrong to feel so alone in his own head.

He loosens his grip on the notebook, slowly prying his fingers from where his sweaty palms have adhered his hands to the paper. He flips to the next page—he’d deal with the entry later—and pulls a random pen out from the bundle of them he shoved between his thigh and the seat.

Uncapping the implement, Desmond draws a bullet point in the first line and taps the pen on it for a moment. He stares at the ink dot for what feels like a few minutes, before finally starting to write.

#wip sampler basket #assassins creed #desmond miles #time travel #vodka answers #vodkassassin fanfics #slight angst #but that’s par the course #pls expect that from me #CherFleur

[crispyjenkins]

Childhood sweethearts follow up?

WELL we know Montross was the last one in the kids’ ship but the question is how much of a bastard i’ve made him in this ( ˘ ³˘)

there is some sneaky courting nonsense and Jaster being a worried buir and honestly the haat’ade should be used to their clan being an absolute disaster

(now have a lil snippet)

“Is Jango with you?"

He grunts. "Passed out. Concussion, I think. I don't... 'can't move too much."

"That's alright, you're doing fine, ad'ika." His voice goes a little quieter as he responds to something Bosoloc says, then returns. "Bosoloc thinks she has a good idea of where you are, I'm coming to get you. I need you to stay awake."

"M'awake," Obi-Wan slurs. "Using the Force."

#crispy writes #wip sampler basket #kittenlzlz #jangobi

[adiduck]

I am BACK to learn all I can about your WIPs. Please tell me more about..."How (Not) To Solve The Chip Problem AU"?

Mmmmmmm this is more a concept than anything just now, so I don’t have any snippets! It’s just... I got to thinking that we see a lot of people showing signs of the clones resisting the chips through, like, spontaneously bloody noses, right? And for that to be the case, there would have to be ENORMOUS physical pressure and strain happening in their brains! So you wouldn’t just be getting bloody noses. You’d be getting, maybe, ruptured eardrums, ruptured capillaries in eyes, vertigo, maybe some delirium. You’d be getting aneurysms, if they pushed hard enough. You’d potentially be getting troopers DYING from their brains bleeding as they resisted the chips long enough to do... something. Anything.

And, like, it IS Whumptober right now. :D

How not to solve the chip problem: powering through.

Really, it’s a bad idea.

#Adi is a Writer #wip sampler basket #the process #h(n)tstcp au #obviously I would need a bit more of a plot to really do something with this #and it's me so it'd at least have a hopeful ending #but it would be #messy

[glon-morski]

BRO WHAT DOES Day 1, 2, and 31 MEAN 👀👀👀

It’s an indication of which days of Whumptober the fic was/is supposed to fill (though I obviously failed at finishing, much less posting it on time). It’s currently saved under that title so I can keep track of my fills and also because I can’t think of a proper title for it yet.

Thanks for the ask, Jay ^^

(edited) WIP SAMPLER BASKET ASK ME

#Ask Glon #WIP Sampler Basket #Whumptober WIP #Fill for days 1 2 & 31 #Glon's writing

[bethsuglywigs]

Basket l!!

A love letter to 20 questions.

#asked and answered #my art #wip sampler basket