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[lyranova]

Hey it's clover anon. I hope I'm not too late. Can you write a Nacht x reader fake fic summary for the title "Bittersweet"

Hiya Clover anon, it’s good to see you again 🥰! You’re not late for the ask game so don’t worry! I usually keep ask games open for an unspecified amount of time because of people not seeing it and because of everyone living in different timezones 🥰!

Ooo let’s see 👀! Also I used a female reader since that was all I could think of for this 😅.

“ Growing up, Reader and Nacht were very good friends who eventually developed romantic feelings towards one another. But then one day, after the two had spent the night together, Nacht suddenly vanished, leaving reader confused and heart broken. Ten years later, when the Zogratis’s are defeated and Nacht returns to the Clover kingdom, he immediately goes to see Reader. Once he arrives he finds out the heartbreaking news that she had died only a few days prior, leaving behind a pair of 10 year old twins. One that looks nearly identical to her, and the other looked nearly identical to him.”

#asks #clover anon #fake title ask game #ask game #black clover #nacht faust #x reader

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Fic title: What More Can I Say?

Sam Winchester x Reader

Well, this got out of hand. Dean was necessary or I would have kept going.

“So, say I like this guy,” you explained in a very hypothetical manner.

Sam hummed in acknowledgement before passing on the chips you offered.

“We’ve been talking for awhile now, about most anything, and I want to tell him that I like him, but I’m worried about how he’ll take it.”

Sam scratched the side of his face thoughtfully, his mouth dropping open as he let out a “huh.”

“Do you think I should tell him anyway?” You peered at him, intently awaiting his response. Because there was no other guy. It was Sam, through and through. And so much hinged on his answer.

Like your happiness, his, and where you would both be sleeping that night.

Sam shrugged and leaned forward in his seat to clasp his hands together on the table. You mirrored his movement.

“I’ve got a similar situation. I’ve been thinking on it for a while. Do you want my advice?”

You liked him so much, you weren’t going to remind him that that’s exactly what you had just asked for.

“Yes.”

“Tell him. You and I have been talking a lot lately, so, and correct me if I’m wrong, I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty well. You’re smart, you’re brave. If you feel there is something between you and this guy, I’m willing to be that there is. And that you’re brave enough to do something about it.”

You were ready to spill your guts then and there, but Sam kept talking.

“For me though, I don’t think I’ve been brave enough to put myself out there where she would notice. I don’t think I stand a chance at all.”

He had been so lost in his confession that your crestfallen face caught him by surprise.

 “Sam, you’re the best! If this girl has no idea of how great you are, then she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“But, it’s true!”

Sam smiled sheepishly, his gaze dropping back to the table. A pinkish hue flushed his cheeks and you yearned to cup his face in your hands and kiss him.

“You’re too kind, Y/N. I really think you should tell your guy-”

“OH MY GOD,” Dean interrupted from down the table.

Neither you nor Sam had noticed when he joined you, but he had an empty plate in front of him and a tumbler of whiskey in hand.

“It’s you, Sam. Y/N likes you. And Y/N, you’re the girl that Sam has been trying to get to notice him. Okay? You like her, she likes you. You like him, he likes you. There’s no one else. Literally no one else that you two are talking about – other than each other.”

Dean paused to breathe and when he fully realized that both you and Sam were doing nothing but stare at him in stunned silence, he threw his hands up and excused himself from the table.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#fake fic title #sam winchester x reader #princessmisery666 #ask game

[sighonaraa]

🐝 Jamie and the no good, very bad day

He shows up on Isaac’s doorstep rain-drenched and mud-splattered, face stark and pale beneath the high red flush of his cheeks—from running, prolly, and the thought makes Isaac’s spine stiffen. Ain’t many good reasons to be running at half past one in the morning.

“Fuck’s going on, bruv—”

“I can’t,” Jamie stammers, ’round the heavy breaths he holds in his mouth like he’s afraid to let them spill out, like he thinks Isaac’s gonna get angry at him for nothing more than the noise he makes. “Isaac, I can’t—can I stay here tonight? I—I can take the couch, just. Please can I stay here tonight?”

[ or: post s3, a monster moves in to jamie’s house. ]

#i’m pretty sure “jamie and the no good very bad day” was my placeholder title for the mom city fix it ahsjfhs #ask #jamietarttsnorthernattitude #thank youuu for the ask MWAH <3 #i’m on mobile so i can’t link the ask game but it’s the fake ao3 summary one if anyone wants to send one in!! #sid speaks

[topguncortez]

made-up fic title: best thing I never had

this just SCREAMS jake seresin.

You and Jake were high school best friends who kinda just followed each other around everywhere. You two both joined the Navy and somehow got stationed in the same squadron. The two of you always swore that you were just friends… but one night after a few too many beers, that line got crossed.

For months you tried the whole relationship thing but it just didn’t work. Jake couldn’t 100% commit to you, and you were breaking your own heart trying to stay with him. So, very tearfully, you broke things off with him and told him that you were moving to Virginia. Jake had cried and begged for you to stay, but you knew if you even wanted a chance at salvaging your friendship, you needed to leave.

Years later, Jake receives an invite in the mail for “The Wedding of Y/N L/N & Bradley Bradshaw”.

#fake fic title game #g mail #ask games!

[lilac-hecox]

Hi icon this looks so fun!! So I slowly push forward and suggest "the first time, again" with Shaynse?

Eee! I would say this would be Shayne coming to realize he is attracted to Chanse after only being attracted to women and he fumbles through that attraction until he tells Damien and Amanda and gets various bits of advice.

Eventually Shayne tells Chanse how he feels and Chanse is all for helping Shayne explore and he doesn't think its going to be anything but FWB or a situationship but Shayne is gorgeous so he's down.

Cue a nervous Shayne and a gentle and sweet Chanse who is romantic and soft with Shayne as they go through all Shayne's first with a guy.

Of course, they both catch feelings, and there is some messy miscommunication, but it is cleared up quickly and Angela is like "Chanse, stop being a dumbass! He likes you!" And Amanda is basically giving Shayne that same talk.

Then they date for real!

#shaynse #smoshships #smosh pit #polysmosh #shayne/chanse #its an honor former shaynse anon #ask game #fake titles #queue and i

[blorbocedes]

“never let me go”

max is 16 when he meets daniel, who whisks him off his feet; throws rocks on his window at night, goes on long drives on his shitty mustang, sneaking in so his parents don't find out. daniel is cool, older, all smiles. 17 when they get together against everyone's disapproval, and married before max is 20.

and then max is widowed at 22. the only adult relationship in his life, the only relationship in his life, the one constant that haunts him forever. with daniel's modest life insurance (he was in his early 30's after all) max buys a house in a small town, and writes a children's book about how to deal with grief, which becomes surprisingly a semi successful hit. parents get it for their kids who've lost a pet or grandparent, it's really poignant but also not patronizing to the child audience.

spreads daniel's ashes on the small patch of the garden. if his body had been autopsy'd, they'd have found the traces of poison, the same nightshade max grows now.

#give me a fake title and what fic i'd write about it #ask game #blorbocedes ask

[pacificwaternymph]

for fic title thingie

stop lying through a smile you cant fake

Everything should be perfect.

Scott won. He'd won the supreme witch tournament. He'd resurrected Milo, who still loved him. He'd had to give up his power, but it was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. Because everything was finally, finally perfect again.

Except it isn't. Because Scott still wakes screaming from nightmares about Milo's death. And because Milo, for all his promises to love Scott forever, still doesn't know the truth.

The killings, the curses, the lies. Milo doesn't know that Scott was a witch. Hell, he doesn't even know that it was Scott who brought him back in the first place! He still believes it to be an act of divine intervention from some benevolent god. He doesn't know that Scott killed a god, and surely earned the ire of all the rest with his deeds.

The only person who knew all of it was Cleo, and she's gone. Off somewhere in the multiverse, with no way to reach her.

It weighs heavily on him. Milo can tell something is wrong, but he doesn't press. He never will, because that's the kind of person he is. Scott just doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up.

#ask game #fake fic titles #witchcraft smp

[skyward-floored]

🐝 as beautiful as a painting

The bracelet that never leaves Legend’s arm seems dull compared to most of his other items, but when he takes a hit in battle and it gets ripped from his arm, Warriors doesn’t know why Legend is yelling for them all to stay away from the monster that picks it up.

Until the monster throws it at him, and Warriors is reminded rather suddenly of a different enemy that appeared during the war.

#not taking more of these but I’ll answer what I’ve got #answers from the floor #anon #fake fic ask game #linkeduniverse #it doesn’t quite fit the title but eh #it definitely sounds like something Yuga would say at least XD

[krikeymate]

Killing me for mercy (fake fic title)

"Just do it."

Tara shakes her head, tears in her eyes. "No! No, I won't. I can't."

"You can," Sam implores, taking her hand. "You have to be strong, ok darling? Can you be strong for me?"

"I'm not strong," Tara sobs, collapsing into her sister. "I'm not like you, I can't do this."

Sam's arms wrap around her, holding her tight. "I'm so sorry babygirl, I never wanted you to be like me, I've never wanted that."

"Then why would you make me do this?" Tara cries into Sam's shoulder, clutching at her back. She digs her fingers in, memorises the way she feels against her body like it's the very last time she'll get to hold her.

The realisation that this will be the last time breaks her.

Sam feels the way Tara's legs give way, folding into her completely. She carries her sister down to the ground in her arms and closes her eyes in a vain attempt to prevent the tears that have begun to fall.

She doesn't want to leave, but she has no choice this time.

"I don't want to live like this," she whispers, face buried in Tara's hair. "Please Tara, every day I lose more and more of myself. If I hurt you..." Sam squeezes her sister hard. "I can't imagine anything worse than waking up to find your blood on my hands."

Tara yanks herself back, a fist smacking Sam on the shoulder. "That's what you're asking me to do! To live with- to be the- the one to- to... to lose you."

Sam's hand raises to cup Tara's cheek. "I'm selfish, I know. I want you to be the last thing I see. Not him, not some freak in a mask. Just you; my sun, my heart. Please." Sam reaches down without looking - she can't look away from her sister, not now - to pick up the abandoned knife, holding it out to her.

Tara's eyes flick down. "But- but what if there's something we haven't tried yet, something that can help," she begs, like she hasn't a thousand times before.

"There isn't." There honestly isn't. She's tried everything, everything. Does she think that she hasn't? As if she would ever make this decision for herself, for Tara, without knowing there was literally no other way to end this.

The medication stopped working long ago, there's no more hope. Not for her, not for them.

"I need you to kill me, Tara. I need you to put a stop to this, once and for all. It has to be you."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #-after 6 #my writing tag #oh man I'm thinking about The Walking Dead Telltale game #you so knew what you were doing with this title. i thought about doing a fake out with it turning out they were playing a game or something #but i decided to devastate instead #anyway nobody - NOBODY - take inspiration from this. this one is off limits. i don't wanna see anyone writing about this do you hear #that's a joke obviously if you do i would be honoured and also incredibly sad because i was crying the entire time i wrote this

[lyranova]

Sorry if I'm late for the fic title ask, but I just woke up. How about "Sudden Light"? Nozessa/Vanzel maybe^^

Hiya Vilandel! You’re not late for this ask game no worries (i tend to leave ask games open for an unspecified amount of time because I know a lot of my followers and mutuals are in different timezones then me 🥰!), and since you just woke up I hope you have a good day!

Ooo let’s see 👀!

“ Since Nozel Silva was a young teen his entire life had been shrouded in darkness. His mother was murdered before his and his youngest sisters eyes, his father had essentially abandonded him and his siblings, and as soon as he was 15 years old was forced to step in and take over his mothers company, leaving his younger siblings to their own devices. As he grew older his life only grew darker and darker, until one night during a masquerade party, a shining bright light appeared. A bright pink light named Vanessa.”

#asks #vilandel #my lovely mutuals #fake title ask game #ask game #vanzel #nozessa #nozel x vanessa #vanessa x nozel

[i-am-beckyu]

TO THE ANON THAT GAVE ME THIS TITLE, YOU SPARKED ART!

This fake fic title gets its own post now for that reason

Why you should never buy a teacup pig

Phil had an interesting fascination for collecting things. He had a collection for everything! Stamps, coins, books, feathers, plates: you name it, he's got it.

 Currently, he has a fascination for collecting miniature porcelain figurines. He's got a dog, a cat, a codfish, a horse to name a few. Some ornate or simplistic, others elaborate in little outfits or striking interesting poses. Some of his favourites are a crow (for obvious reasons), a little racoon that reminds him of Tommy and an Orca that reminds him of Wil.

But his favourite favourite of the bunch is a little pig in a teacup, wearing a little golden crown and has a red cape that he got recently: A perfect addition to his collection! They fit perfectly amongst his other 3 favs. Such a sweet little teacup piggy ^v^ 

~~~~~~~~

 Techno is not a sweet little teacup piggy >:| 

He's been cursed into this form by a witch for 1000s of years and he had almost made it out of that dumb antique shop, if it wasn't for the stupid old man deciding to ruin everything. He'll make them pay for what they have done...

hehehe teacup piggy :3

Honestly I’ve never made fanart of Techno before and I honestly am very proud of myself for this piece here. The fact that the prompt sparked the idea just makes this even better and I really enjoyed making it. So I hope you like this! (also sheesh two big posts in one week niceeeee)

#beckyu answers #beckyu arts #beckyu writes #fake fic titles #ask game #ask game closed atm tho lol #tiny!techno #giant!phil #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #technoblade fanart #art #gt art #g/t art #I'm very very very proud of this #1am art lets gooooooo #If you picked up on the tiny details on the cup I love you btw

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Made up title: Bravery in the Depths

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 314

dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89

You cinched the strap tighter around the meat of your thigh, pulled against the buckles of the harness.

Dean approached with the heavy-duty carabiner in hand and a frown on his face.

“Thanks,” you said absently, accepting the carabiner. The line pulled through his fingers as you hooked it to the harness.

“You remember that night when we watched The Ruins?”

Nerves exhaled into a chuckle as you finally looked up into his face.

“Yeah,” you responded with a tone encouraging him to make his point. Of course, you remembered that night. Sam had had an actual date, though he had decided to lie about it for whatever reason. It was the first time you and Dean had really hung out, just the two of you. It was the first night you considered that there might be a chance for something genuine between you two, other than harmless flirting.

You were confused why he brought up that night now though.

As you looked into his face you could see that something  had lit up his features. Whether it was humor you couldn’t decipher, though because he cleared his throat, dropped his gaze and immediately his expression changed.

“I’m just saying, if a carnivorous vine comes to life and attacks you, you yank on this line, and I’ll pull you right back up.”

“Yes, sir.”

You hadn’t meant anything by it, the response coming naturally in a joking manner. But again, his face shifted, froze as if stunned. Then, just as suddenly, he turned to walk away…

…only he still held onto the line that was now attached to your harness, forcing you to plant your feet and grip the line tightly to keep from being yanked along behind him.

Once you were about ten feet deep into the hole, Sam leaned over towards his brother to comment:

“Smooth.”

“Shut up,” was the immediate response.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#fake fic title #dean winchester x reader #deanwinchesterswitch #ask games

[sighonaraa]

🐝

“And your confidence is a stone god who never moves his feet”

🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!

It's later, over a blurry Facetime where Ted can't make out more than half of Roy's Grinch-scowled forehead, that he dares to ask, "How's Jamie?" because he ain't heard from the kid in a while and the worry of it all's beginning to nag at the back of his neck like a mosquito that just won't quit. And the Facetime may be blurry, but it can't hide the way that Roy's entire body freezes -- more than a nit-picky Internet connection, something deep and true and real -- nor the way that his voice goes tight and sharp when he says, "You should ask him that yourself." [ or: jamie goes through it. half a world away, ted finally starts to listen. ]

for this ask game!

#aaaand now i want to write this. god DAMN it #(kidding) #ask #readwing #thank youuu for the ask MWAH <3 #this has. gotten the wheels Turning i daresay #sid speaks #ted lasso #ask games! #side note i LOVE this fake title did ur fantastically brilliant brain come up with it or is it a song lyric owo #also i love how i jump into ted pov and immediately begin rambling in run-on sentences. proof of a job well done me thinks

[topguncortez]

another made-up fic title for you! -> Ungodly Hour

You’re Jake’s best kept secret. The girl he visits at the dark club off of 56th Street. He always comes in near closing hour, and the staff takes him to the booth that sits in the far back right corner of the club. It’s the darkest part of the club, but you still spot him the moment he walks in. He’s like a flame, and you a moth.

Jake knows it’s dumb to love a woman who’s occupation is to showcase her body for thirty eyed men, but he can’t help it. He knows you better than anyone. He knows your real name, where you are from, the name of your dog, and the job you wanted to have when you were a little girl.

Every night ends and starts the same, Jake’s body flush against yours as his name falls from your lips like a prayer. He then begs you to come home with him. Begs for just one night where you stay in his bed and wake up together in the morning. Begs for just a single chance to treat you right and show you that you could have all you wanted.

But you never give him the time of day…

#g mail #fake fic title game #ask games!

[lilac-hecox]

For ship and fake fic title game

Too Good At Goodbyes, Shamien

Shayne and Damien date, and it ends badly to everyone's surprise (including Shayne and Damien). It ends so badly that it threatens to carry over into Smosh recordings.

Ian and Anthony want to keep them both so they schedule Damien and Shayne opposite days and it works for awhile. When it stops working and it's too hard and nothing is better, Damien takes the proverbial bullet, and he decides to leave Smosh.

Shayne finds out and tries to stop him, begs him not to. Damien tries to be neutral and insists that its fine, that Shayne is a better fit at Smosh and Damien would have never gotten the job without him anyway.

Shayne can't get Damien to change his mind, and Damien leaves, and everyone is a little heartbroken about it.

There really isn't a happy ending here except that with space, things finally do get better over the process of a year- to-year and a half, and Damien has a successful solo channel and Twitch streaming account.

In that time, at the next Vidcon, finally, Shayne and Damien see each other again for the first time since Damien left Smosh. It's awkward but finally decent, and both men leave the encounter with a hope that their close friendship can be rebuilt.

#shaymien #SORRY #angst #fake title #fake titles #ask box #ask game #queue and i

[blorbocedes]

hold me like a grudge

high school brocedes who r graduating and have an on and off friendship. they both applied at plot convenient extremely prestigious program, one they promised they'd both get in and graduate together. under the stars, on nico's dad's yacht. lewis gets in. nico doesn't.

huge source of resentment and self loathing for nico (yale 4 blair), and they fight about it. lewis pointing out that nico got in imperial college!!! when nico makes a comment like who really Needs further education, he can simply coast off monaco forever -- he knows 5 languages, he can work as a tour guide, drink, travel, fuck around. lewis is really frustrated with this laissez-faire hedonist don't care attitude that nico's putting on to hide that he cares!!! so much that he's gonna explode. (nico's scared of going to imperial because it's so far away from lewis home, but eventually concedes)

on prom, they realise it's their last night together cause nico has to fly out early and decide to ditch their dates to go steal brandy from keke's cabinet and get tipsy on nico's four poster bed, squashed in together. lewis jokes that nico's going to have a more british accent than he has. nico tells lewis he's not allowed to forget him for his stewpid new cool yale friends, that he was #first. they don't say goodbyes but nico does cry a bit into lewis when they just hold each other, like little kids, dress shoes on the bed. when lewis is absolutely sure nico is asleep, he kisses the top of his head.

here's the thing. lewis got into the program, yeah, but his family can't afford it. so he dropped out and is coming back to england, except he doesn't tell nico -- because he wants to leave their relationship at a point they were both equals, and not nico's hand me down poor friend. it's pre facebook era, so he's planning on ghosting nico, who will likely get busy with his new life and forget about him. letters being sent to a defunct address, phone numbers changed.

three years later, lewis is working part time at a pub in london. nico walks in.

#give me a fake title and what fic I'd write about it #ask game #blorbocedes ask