#ask box game

[moonyinpisces]

top five moments from good omens s2

1. edinburgh waist grab + zoom with the point because oh my god

2. that scene where nina CLOCKED crowley outside her shop + his vertigo shot afterwards. what i wouldn’t give to see his eyes there

3. the very beginning of the final fifteen where crowley is about to confess but before azirpahale gives him the bad news because the way crowley is looking at aziraphale nearly had me institutionalized

4. crowley’s whole making rain scene 😭 he’s so earnest and excited he loves love so much!!

5. crowley’s 1941 “wow me” scene with the southern us accent and general whorish attitude

#this was painful and i bet i’ve forgotten something insane #ask box game

[seeminglydark]

trick or treat! (big fan and love your work 🖤)

A treat for you!!! And thank you c: 🎃🎃

#trick or treat ask game #I’ll draw you a treat #thank you this made me so happy #ask box game #this was my first time drawing candies I tried #and used a ref lol #still life #or something

[jamiesfootball]

I wish you would write a fic where..

Jamie becomes the captain - I'd love to see him in that kind of leadership role where he has to be responsible for other people (that's why I'd also like to see him become a coach someday) or

Jamie wins some kind of award so I can see Roy and the rest of his family be proud of him :))

In the hours since you have sent this to me, I have devised a fic that somehow combines both of these things -- but in a way that no one but me has ever asked for.

How do we feel about Jamie winning a Webby?

At age thirty-three, Jamie Tartt takes a bad tackle on his right ankle, slamming the door on a career that’s been nothing less than show stopping. He takes the news that he’ll never play again like a champ--which is to say he takes it better than Roy did—and only spends a week sobbing into Roy’s couch cushion that his life is over. On the eighth day, he clomps and crutches his way into the kitchen. He fires up the live feed on whatever app he’s obsessed with now. With three days worth of stubble and bags under his eyes from crying, he announces to the world at large that he’s about to try, ‘Every damn TikTok recipe that I've missed out on because it's been outside of my meal plan for the past twenty-fucking-years.’ And so his new career as ‘obnoxious wastrel who tries to burn down Roy kitchen’ is born.

#too late I already started writing it #it's about 50% food related calamity and 50% roy absolutely bursting at the seams with pride #as he looks back on everything jamie's achieved so far in life #this will be a gift to me and you - but only if you choose to accept #i will not make you accept. any of this #but it's about 600 words so far and I'm having a blast #writing progress #ask box game #ask box game gone awry #roy kent #jamie tartt #the tiktok recipe / jamie's career retrospective fic

[samrut]

Lietpru + 🎄 Decorations... (christmas, pagan, etc.)

Tolys steadied the ladder as Gilbert hung a festive wreath above the meeting hall podium, embelished with sparkling red and white baubles.

"It is crooked," Tolys remarked.

"Shut up. It doesn't matter." Retorted Gilbert. "West forced me to volunteer for this shit; how the hell did I get stuck with you? You don't even celebrate Christmas."

"Alfred asked me to fill in for him."

"Ah, makes sense." Gilbert replied, grinning. "You've always been him and Braginsky's little pet."

The ladder was pushed over, and Gilbert crashed to the floor. His back struck the ground with such force, it left him momentarily breathless.

"What the fuck?" He rasped, pinned beneath the ladder's steel frame. "You could have seriously hurt me, you ass!" Gilbert shouted.

Tolys brought down his foot, applying pressure to the bars against his abdomen. With a chilling expression, he gave him a downward glance and replied, "Good."

Straining under the weight, Gilbert hissed back, "Fuck you."

Tolys rolled his eyes in exasperation, removing his foot to allow Gilbert to squirm free. He scrambled to his feet, lifting his sweater to inspect his stomach. The flesh had already begun to bruise, but thankfully, there did not seem to be any significant damage.

"There are a few more boxes in storage," Tolys muttered, walking in the direction of the hall.

Gilbert silently cursed under his breath and followed, making sure to maintain a safe distance. He had not noticed before, but there was a small bundle of mistletoe hanging in the doorway. A scarlet ribbon, tied neatly into a bow, held it in place.

Surveying it curiously, he asked, "Who put that there?"

Tolys halted and cocked his head. "Oh, Mr. Bonnefoy hung it."

Gilbert smirked. "Doesn't this mean you have to kiss me?"

Repulsed by the thought, Tolys sneered, "Absolutely not."

"Aw, come on, bitch boy. You worried you'll upset your owners?" Scoffed Gilbert, snickering. "Coward."

Scowling, Tolys narrowed his gaze and hastily approached him. Gilbert retreated back a step, but was seized by the collar and slammed against the doorframe. Slender fingers twisted through his hair, violently yanking back his head.

Gilbert winced, glaring up at him. A nervous grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and just as he was about to speak, a forceful kiss stopped him cold.

Frozen in place, Gilbert's eyes widened, stunned, as Tolys probed his mouth. His body relaxed, as if melting into him; their tongues entwined when, abruptly, Gilbert felt a sharp pain. He clasped a hand over his mouth, his tongue throbbing.

Tolys had bitten it. The taste of blood filled Gilbert's mouth.

In his ear, Tolys warned in a harsh whisper, "If you cannot hold your tongue, next time I will bite it off."

#lietpru #hetalia #my writing #ask box game #holiday prompt list #thanks for the request

[ficnation]

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One More Ride (Daryl Dixon x Female Reader)

When he pulls away to look at you, his eyebrows are raised in surprise. "Wha's gotten into ya, woman?" He studies your face intently, noting the sly twinkle in your eyes, and the upward twitch of your lips. "Ya want somethin' from me?" he asks finally.

#ask box game #🌹 #send me a 🌹 #daryl dixon x reader

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For the wip word game: Plan or Light

Thank you my talented friend!

From an untitled (fuck! Always forget about titles) day 21 of whumptober.

“Roy!” Ted yells downstairs. “Call 9-1-1!

“9-9-9!” Roy yells back.

“Not the time Roy!”

Ted slowly walks the rest of the hallway, noticing the random blood smears on the wall. Ted flashes between walking into his basement and walking down Jamie’s hall. It all morphs together as Ted’s breath comes quicker and quicker. His heart rate fills his ears, and it's impossibly fast.

All of the doors are open except for the one at the end of the hall. It’s barely open a crack but it calls to the American. Ted slowly pushes the door open, trying not to think about that Friday in 1991 that he opened another door looking for another person he cared about.

The room is empty.

The only light comes from around a closed door on one side of the room. Ted’s not sure if it's the bathroom or a closet. As he creeps closer, Ted concentrates on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

Ted closes his hand around the knob and turns slowly.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #word ask game #wip ask game #ask box game #ask box is always open #nativestarwrites

[moonsoupstar-ao3]

Trick or treat! 🦇

Smiling, giggling, kicking, screaming

THANK YOU

Sosososo I wasn't sure what share, so I'm going with my next drabble (maybe not so drabble if my brain cooperates) :D!

Soooooo, is for the Whumptober but it's more hurt/comfort than whump if you squint your eyes

Cale (well, Kim Rok Soo) showing his scars to someone that is not a doctor or a healer (setting on pre-canon, during the apocalypse) and in this fandom it couldn't be anyone but Lee Soo Hyuk

(like, c'mon, LSH can tell him to jump from a cliff and he won't even think ONCE, just be like "if I die is on you!")

#lcf #lout of the count’s family #ask box game #ask answered #wip stuff? #kim rok soo #cale henituse #lee soo hyuk

[chaos-and-ink]

from the ask game: 87. do you wear any jewelry?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

Yes I do!

I wear a ring on my right hand. I started wearing it because it reminded me of my best friend/now partner and I haven’t taken it off for more than an hour since putting it on a few months ago.

I also have a permanent bracelet that my brother bought for me. Obviously haven’t taken that off either lol.

And whenever I’m drawing or typing, I try to wear my ring splints on my pointer/middle fingers of both hands to keep them from hyperextending and causing pain.

Other than those and my watch, I don’t wear much jewelry because as an artist, it can get dirty real easily or scrape on my paper and interrupt me when I draw stable lines.

#chaos #ask box #ask box game #thank you so much for the ask :))))

[ladyodaskonpeito]

Trick or treat! 👻

Thank you for the ask, Lex!

Please have a deleted scene from my fic hiding in plain sight for this ask:

Haruka steps into his apartment that night with furrowed brows and hunched shoulders. He takes off his shoes and leaves them strewn on the genkan floor. The wet umbrella is simply left hanging on the doorknob; he really does not want to deal with them right now, so the only thing he does is strip and into the bathtub he goes. “Welcome back, have you had dinner-- Eh?” Rin comes out of the kitchen, a spatula still in his right hand. Despite his obvious puzzlement, he sets the items in order and doesn’t call out to Haruka, even if the bathroom door has been left open. Haruka sighs in disappointment at Rin for not knowing when he needs some coddling by now. After the taxing shift he just had, he wishes for nothing but to be indulged in Rin’s attention. Not that he would admit it aloud; Rin just needs to learn the signs better. “I made tuna salad wraps if you haven’t,” Rin is studying in the living room when Haruka traipses out of the bathroom an hour later. He likes taking his time in the bathtub, but more time spent there means less time spent in Rin's presence. If only Rin would know his leaving the door opened had meant an invitation to join him. “I feel like having comfort food tonight.” Haruka also feels like he’s being Nurse Nanase at home, petulant. Rin raises a brow. “We do have miso and tofu. You can quickly boil miso soup?” He turns back to his textbook and continues scribbling on his Post-it note. “Actually, forget it. I’m not hungry.” Haruka breathes a long exhale and turns toward the bedroom instead. “‘I’ll just turn in early tonight.” Rin pauses. “Are you feeling unwell, Haru?” Haruka makes a low hum. Rin better be there, though not just to try to diagnose whatever he has from that non-answer. Thankfully, Rin rises at that and follows him into the bedroom. He puts the palm of his hand on Haruka’s forehead, “Hmm, you’re not having a fever, at least.” “What an incredibly accurate way for a doctor to determine a temperature spike,” says Haruka. “Wow, didn’t know Nurse Nanase followed me back home today. What are you doing in my apartment, you creep?” Still, Rin pulls open the cover and settles Haruka in bed. Haruka looks into his eyes with longing as he lies down and that seems to do the trick because Rin suddenly has a look of realisation. “Would you… like to be treated by Dr Matsuoka?” Haruka shrugs and can barely conceive the smile that threatens to expose his facade. “It depends on what your treatment plan entails.” “How does a massage sound to you?” “Hmmmm. A massage where?” “Whenever you feel… unwell?” Haruka is unable to hide his giddiness as the disapproving scoff he’s making quickly becomes a chuckle. “I feel unwell all over!"

Please excuse any grammar mistakes in there, you know how I am 🙈

Have a happy Halloween!

#ask box game #I q my answers #free! anime #rinharu #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka

[k--havok]

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— wordwings

📜"how did you get started on your WIPs?"

Matters on the WIP if I am being honest! I do have several of them that came from strange dreams I had, as stereotypical as that is. Particularly Waking into Divinity and The Ghost & The Machine.

Soft Touches, Godless Hands is my take on a horrible YA book I read at one time called Halo. Except I'm making it gay. And not evangelical lol

The Tales of Ozoarth is... a strange case. I have a post detailing its inception floating around here somewhere but its one of those stories that you have as a kid and just kept changing and growing basically.

Once I get the idea, whether its from a dream or some other media or trope I want to do a different way, I tend to let my brain wander a lot in terms of characters and worldbuilding and I try and write down or note everything that I think of, whether it contradicts itself or not. The same is said with important scenes.

For example, for the first series of TToO, I have a lot of the major scenes already planned in my head as well as general idea for character arcs and such. But the details on how to get from Point A to Point B is what I am missing. A lot of my WIPs are like this.

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

The brain worms. No, really.

I've always been someone who liked to write stories, even when I was a kid I used to write a lot of random stories and such. There are some ideas I have I just want to put to paper (well, online paper) because they are stories I am interested in reading myself.

Plus there are not enough monster stories in the world written and portrayed in the Particular Way I like. So there's that too.

Thank you for the ask!!

#writeblr community #writeblr #ask box #ask box game #about me #my wips

[shadowswrite]

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

Oh hello there!

I have...so many WIPs...but I will try to keep this brief.

So I have several AUs that I've been writing with my friends about our dnd characters. I have somewhere between 2-4 smut drabbles mostly featuring my dnd character Beltrim (who is paired with a party member named Aeris) but, I'm also working on one with my other dnd character Anya, who is also paired with a friend's character named Tobias.

Speaking of Anya and Tobias, I also have a couple of role reversal drabbles to finish for them. Originally, he's Crown's guard and she's a bounty hunter. In this "role reversal AU", she is in Crown's Guard working as intelligence, and he is essentially the head of an underground organization.

I'm also working on a writing collab with some of my friends for the game What in Hell is Bad featuring my OC Xiomara.

I'm also working on some original works with my OC Amara (also known as Raia) and a fae that I created. In this, she is a witch.

But also because I hate myself I started working on something last night at work based on this prompt. I'm just working out some world-building stuff. It will likely turn into a much bigger thing than I intended so I'm just going ahead and preparing XD

Thank you for asking!

#asks! #my first ask! #I actually had to go through all my WIPs #Technically there may or may not be more >.> #but those are more or less abandoned projects #writing game #ask box game #wips #creative writing

[moonyinpisces]

Top five things to find under a rock.

1. ROLLIE POLLIES LIST OVER

#PILL BUG SWEEEEEEEEP #i want a pill bug terrarium SO bad #ask box game

[seeminglydark]

Trick or treat! Happy spooky season!

A Treat of Sour gummy worms! I always ate the spicy sugar first.

#trick or treat ask box #ask box game #re to your other q lmao #idk but it made me laugh! #anyway the blue and orange gummy always annoyed me #I don’t like those colors together #ate him last

[jamiesfootball]

“The win meant they qualified for the FA Cup final.”

It also meant Roy was on the hook for a post-match pizza party, a rare victory that the Greyhound’s treated with the gravitas it warranted.

The Honorable Judge Isaac McAdoo had called forth his best to collect and collate orders since they had a ten pizza limit. Meal plans were consulted, and the great pineapple debate was thrown into a frenzy as those who despised fruit on pizza nevertheless admitted they needed the extra vitamins to meet their daily quotas.

Finally, they sent the Judge McAdoo’s Secretary-in-charge-of-taking-notes-but-that’s-it into the coaches’ office to deliver the final verdict, which Colin handed over gravely.

The verdict said, “I will give you $1000 if you order 10 pineapple ham pizzas and tell everyone else it was a mistake.”

Roy nodded.

#I misread the instructions and wrote six sentences #whoops #six sentence fic fill #ask box game #ted lasso fic #afc richmond #roy kent

[samrut]

CanLiet please the prompt: comfort🧣 and decorations🎄

In the early hours of the morning, Matthew had arrived back at his brother's home. Quietly, he draped his coat on the wooden rack in the foyer and removed his snow-caked boots. The hearth was reduced to mere embers in the parlor; Alfred and Lovino lay curled up, sound asleep on the davenport.

Tolys was lounging in an armchair, his brows furrowed as he read a book by oil lamp. Fully immersed, he had not noticed Matthew's presence. Silently, Matthew waited a moment, observing him fondly, before making himself known. 

"You are still awake."

Glancing up from the page, Tolys smiled gently in return. "Did Mr. Bonnefoy arrive safely?" He asked.

"Yes. His train ought to have departed by now." Matthew said, plopping down in the chair next to him.

"Can I get you anything to drink, sir?" Offered Tolys, shutting his book and placing it on the end table.

"No, thank you." He shook his head, giving him a friendly grin. "Please call me Matthew. You do not have to use formalities."

"I apologize. I have yet to break the habit." Tolys replied, lowering his head. He rubbed his hands anxiously, his nails chewed to the quick. "Mr. Jones often tells me the same."

His wiry hair partly hid his face, a tangle of deep brown threads with the occasional gray strand scattered throughout. Deep-set eyes, reminiscent of forest brush, were fixed to the floor in a trance-like stare as unpleasant memories played in his head.

Matthew cleared his throat and nodded to the large tree in the corner. It was decorated with tinsil and ornaments that glistened in the dim light. "Did you help decorate?" He asked.

Tolys' head snapped up, his attention shifting to the direction of the tree. With a bittersweet expression, he meekly answered, "Yes. It looks pretty."

"Is something troubling you?" Matthew gently rested his hand on his knee.

Tolys flinched, taking time to regain his composure before speaking. "I enjoy it here, but sometimes I miss being home. It has been a long time since I have seen my homeland. I am told I will be allowed to return home soon, but I worry I will end up somewhere else."

"I cannot promise when you will return, but some day I know you will. On behalf of my brother, you will always be welcomed in this home; my home as well."

"You are very kind, though I do not know if I deserve it," Tolys responded in a hushed voice, his gaze once again returning to the floorboards.

Matthew stood and knelt at Tolys' feet, taking his weathered hand. He brought it to his lips, then caressed it against his cheek affectionately. With a warm smile spread across his face, he said, "Tolys, there is nobody in this world that deserves kindness more than you."

#it is a bit cheesy but I hope you like it 😆 #hetalia #canliet #holiday prompt list #ask box game #my writing

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does that mean i get 15 🥰🥰😝😝😝

I don't think i have that many 😭 You gonna have to settle for five I'm afraid. Thank you for sending those in bcs it absolutely made my day 💖

One More Ride (Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader)

Daryl knows you hate feeling like you're locked in a cage—he understands it more than anyone else. But he also wants you protected, not having to worry about walkers sneaking up on you the moment you step foot outside.

Untitled (Shane Walsh x Female! Reader)

Everything was silent for a moment. Pity and sadness overcoming the faces of his friends and people that never really bothered to talk with him or just simply hated him for his mere existence. They now pitied him, knowing how it felt to lose someone dear to your heart.

“Fearless” Chapter (?) (Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader)

You stood there in the middle of the forest. Blood on your clothes, hands and face. Your empty eyes looking straight at Daryl and the understanding planted on his face. The sobs raked through your body, tears washing off the red sticky substance from her cheeks.

“Way Down We Go” Chapter (?) (Rick Grimes x Female! Dixon! Reader, Shane Walsh x Reader)

"We can't let her stay with him. Shane..." Dale paused his speech to wipe the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand. "He's not a good man, Rick."

“Fearless” Chapter (?) (Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader)

A red-headed woodpecker sat on a branch high above your heads, chirping cheerfully as if the end of the human race helped him find peace. The slightly soft ground gave away under your steps and you'd much prefer for it to swallow you whole and leave your boots in their place.

#ask box #ask box game #🌹 #🌹game #send me a 🌹 #daryl dixon x reader #shane walsh x reader #rick grimes x reader