#wip title game!

[skywalking-through-life]

for the wip title game - Whale pregnancy wip lololol 👀

Lmaoooo, I was really hoping someone was going to ask about this, because it sounds bonkers, but it's actually just a half-formed, fluffy little idea about Annabeth's first pregnancy, whenever that is. Percy and Annabeth have talked about having kids multiple times in the books, and I think that's an adorable topic to explore, so at some point I'll probably write it! But this very basic outline of a scene is all I have so far 😂:

"Gods, I look like a whale."

"What kind of whale?"

She gives him a sharp look, but no reply. He grins.

"Mmm… I'm gonna say narwhal. Definitely a narwhal."

"Percy. You are supposed to be telling me that I am beautiful and perfect, not feeding into my delusions!"

"Wow, you don't think narwhals are beautiful? I'm hurt on their behalf."

She gives him a sharper look, and again, no reply. He grins wider.

"See? Narwhal! Adorable, squishy, and absolutely capable of stabbing me if I don't shut up."

A satisfied nod. "And don't you forget it."

Annabeth looks pensive, Percy comes over and kneels in front of her, rubs her belly.

"Why does it bother you so much? You've got a whole new life in there, of course it's gonna need space to grow." He pauses and presses a kiss to her belly. "And, for the record, I DO think you're beautiful and perfect."

"Well, if you think it's all so wonderful, YOU can carry the next one."

He gives her an impish grin. "I'm not a seahorse, babe. But you know I would if I could."

I hope you enjoyed it, my friend! 😂💙 I really would like to write it someday!

#wip title game! #lmao I am so glad you asked about this one #its definitely my favorite nonsense title in my wip folder #pjo fic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percababies #pregnancy #tagging to be safe since I know pregnancy squicks some folks out

[zzoomacroom]

Retired amnesia Dream + coma Hob for WIP ask game please 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you for the ask! @linzod asked about this one too, and I'm super excited about it! I only have it outlined so far, but I'm hoping to write it once I'm done with the mpreg fic.

So Murphy is just some guy, as far as he knows. He's an artist, and he's kind of a shut-in with no friends and no life to speak of. He starts having really vivid dreams that, unbeknownst to him, are showing him memories of his past life. He also keeps having these recurring dreams where he meets with this guy named Hob who seems really familiar and keeps telling Murphy that he's real, he's been looking for him, he's trapped in the Dreaming and he needs Murphy to find him in the waking world. Murphy doesn't believe any of it, thinks his unconscious mind made the whole thing up, and he's like, "great, I'm so lonely that my sleeping mind made me an imaginary friend." But then he keeps finding clues suggesting that Hob is telling the truth. He goes to the White Horse and, even though it's abandoned and boarded up, he recognizes it from his dreams. He also maybe finds mentions of Hob in historical texts, the drawing of them from the 1789 meeting, etc. So now he understands that it's all true, and he has to find Hob and hopefully regain his memories in the process.

Now I'm going to put what's happening from Hob's perspective under the cut, because it's a plot twist that would be revealed later in the story.

So how did they end up in this situation? Well, after the Wake, Hob became more unhinged than ever and couldn't accept that Dream was dead. So he planned to do a whole "Dream of a Thousand Cats" style thing and have a thousand people dream that Morpheus is alive again. But in order to organize and orchestrate this whole plan, Hob puts himself into a magically induced coma so he can stay in the Dreaming and make sure the plan works. But once it does, he finds himself stuck there. The mysterious and sketchy person he hired to put him into this coma has disappeared, and now he's trapped with no way to wake up. Morpheus keeps finding him when he dreams, so Hob is overjoyed about that but heartbroken that Morpheus doesn't remember him and doesn't believe any of his dreams are real. Eventually, Morpheus finds Hob in the waking world, wakes him up, gets his memories back, and they live happily ever after.

I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that this fic will also feature Death, Delirium, Daniel, Lucienne, Matthew, Johanna Constantine and Mad Hettie.

Hopefully I'll actually be able to get it written before too long 😭

#ask game #wip title game #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fic #sort of #retired dream

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"kick-in-the-pants" writer's game!

Rules:

Reblog this post and put the names/working titles of your wips in either the tags or your reblog. (You may add a brief bio/ship name/any other info if desired)

Your followers can send you the name of one of the wips in an ask, and are welcomed and encouraged to send multiple.

For each wip title you recieve, work for a five minute sprint on writing that wip!

Respond to their ask with one of your favorite lines you wrote during that sprint!

(to encourage community spirit, it is suggested to send an ask to the person you reblogged it from, and whoever reblogs it from you)

#writer's game #ask game #fanfiction #writeblr #kazzy's ask games #kick in the pants writer's game #I'll put the titles of my wips in a reblog; hang tight for second!

[im-not-corrupted]

oooh! trust issues!

Hi hi! This is one I started forever ago, for the Dreamling Bingo, and I just never got around to finishing it. I picked it back up again recently though, so yay! This one's about a Hob who's been looking for a way to contact his Stranger and ends up being among the cultists when Dream is captured, and a Dream who is still angry after 1889 and doesn't know whether to trust Hob yet.

It's quite short at the moment, with about 3k words and nowhere near completion, so I'll post shorter snippets for it.

A jewel, red as blood. A jewel he recognised, one that often adorned one man's outfit. Often the only spot of colour on him, for the rest of him was skin pale as snow clothed in midnight black. It was a ruby he thought about often, when trying to work out just what his Stranger was, when his thoughts often found himself back to the man who offered him immortality.

Back to the man who walked out on him in 1889, the very reason Hob was even here. And now that ruby hung from Roderick's hand. It was different than he saw it last time, an uncut stone hanging from a black cord. Stolen from the body that fell out of the fucking air during a summoning spell that included chanting here in the darkness and I summon you in poison and in pain. Stolen from his Stranger, who might've been Death itself. His Stranger, currently trapped in Roderick Burgess's basement. Fuck.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #eris writes things #my fic #cuubism #wip title tag game

[emry-stars-art]

I hate drake so much i hope he dies a painful death in your royal AU 😡

Fairly certain this is gonna be a common agreement yes

Honestly in one version of events I just imagine Drake making a stupid mistake in a battle or border dispute and getting himself killed like a coward or an idiot because he is both of those things

In ANOTHER version I was talking about with @jtl-fics and @paradoxolotl we can make it as dramatic as we want ✨

And honestly I’ve been meaning to write it! I even started writing it, but as I went I realized it has the potential to get wayyy out of hand by way of scenes (in that it would become several scenes bc there’s so much to cover) so instead of waiting to be fully finished, I am going to give us all an early sparknotes or summary of events

What I DID write all the way was what might happen when Abram and the prince run into Spear at a ball/event: here.

(⬆️POV you are a very stupid baron and you’ve just made your very last mistake)

Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕

After all that (the snippet) goes down, Spear is probably very angry. How dare the prince act so ungrateful to his family, how dare he be threatened by the Evermore mutt, and how dare he be publicly embarrassed like that. He’s too proud to even go fume about it on his own. He’s always had people and things to take his anger out on. So he reverts back to what he knows.

No one in the castle stops him on his search of the halls. They all recognize the Spear family - of course the Spears visited often, at least before, and often enough to send their prince to live with them. The twins and anyone else in the know about the prince’s time there are extremely private about it. The staff that see Spear have no reason to think anything of his presence at all.

But Abram is still standing watch at Andrew’s door, and he doesn’t seem about to leave. Spear likely thinks it doesn’t matter much - the brat is small and unassuming except for those nasty scars. Abram even gets distracted by a small crash coming from the direction of the stairs, wandering a little way down to see.

It should have been obvious not to underestimate an official royal bodyguard. Spear hasn’t even touched the door before Abram is there, pinning an arm behind his back as something sharp again presses to Spear’s jacket. The surprise knocks Spear against the prince’s door before Abram pulls him up and back a few steps.

Andrew does answer. Likely he thought it was Abram knocking, but as soon as he sees Spear he freezes. Spear doesn’t even have time to revel in the fear he caused - Abram uses all his weight to swing Spear around and shove him hard against the far wall. What Spear vainly thought was an empty threat before feels suddenly much more real, the way Abram doesn’t try to be at all gentle or careful. The blade is biting into Spear’s clothes.

And Spear is angry. The Evermore filth on him, the gall to treat Spear like this when Spear should be allowed to trample this brat under his horse. The brat thinking he had any say over the Palmetto prince.

He snarls, “Andrew, control your dog!”

And he doesn’t see it, but that snaps a little of Andrew’s panic. The only thing more potent than Andrew’s memories is his white hot anger at Abram’s, and even though Abram doesn’t react, Andrew absolutely refuses to let that slide.

Spear hears, “Dont let him touch you,” and then he’s released. Finally, he can get a little justice for this treatment. He turns and raises a hand to strike Abram.

Abram takes off his hand as he swings.

Andrew gets full oversight on Spear’s punishment. They have him convicted of untoward behavior, trespassing, and then Andrew allows ‘attempted destruction or harm of royal property’ only when he’s told it adds heavy consequence.

Really, it doesn’t matter all that much. Everyone in that room for the proceedings knows why he’s really there, and maybe those three charges wouldn’t always add up to a death sentence, but Aaron has been waiting for this chance. He adds ‘intention of treason’ to the trespassing charge and tells Andrew to do what he will.

Andrew doesn’t let Abram near it when they carry out the sentence. He does go through with some of his plans for Drake - he won’t ever make Drake pay 1:1 for what he’s done, but the magnitude would have been similar, had they gotten that far. They don’t, though. Andrew is doing just fine watching the proceedings, letting it pass through his eyes and ears and only be remembered when he really wanted. He had been sure he wanted this, he’d been sure it would be satisfying and cathartic. But he wasn’t feeling those things as much as he should have been.

Part of the punishment for treason is flogging. Andrew sees the strikes fall and it looks vaguely familiar. He’s seen those wounds and scars before. And suddenly it comes to him all at once; he doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to watch this. He just wants Drake dead. He wants Abram.

So he moves for the first time in several minutes.

“Enough. I’m finished.”

Aaron gives him a look but gestures to the soldiers or whoever else. Andrew stands and goes to leave and there’s a scuffle behind him, yells and pounding feet. Something unsheathed and then a heavy, sickening thud. Maybe even a cut off scream.

Even then he doesn’t turn around. He can’t make himself. Spear had charged him, he understands distantly. He doesn’t know who was just struck, but the only person that should have been so close to him was his brother.

He whispers, “…Aaron?”

“Go, Andrew,” Aaron says quietly, and Andrew finally breathes again. “Abram is waiting.”

So Andrew does go, and he spends a long time holding Abram, assuring himself that Abram is there in one piece and isn’t being harmed, Drake is no longer there and can’t harm anyone else. Maybe this is far enough in that Andrew can even let himself be held, too. So he does find the catharsis and satisfaction, but not in watching Drake suffer. Just in the fact that Abram allows him close enough to hold, to play with his hair, to fall asleep there curled up in the middle of his bed. Unused mattress to every side and no space between them.

#this man.... angers me #and yeah I still don’t have a read on the Spear house’s title #like I had them as Duke/Duchess #but I think Baron is a little lower on that totem pole #and there’s just something about Drake and Abram being the same rank that… I do not appreciate #ANYWAY that’s why this is very much a wip #we don’t gotta worry about it now #all that matters is that Drake is ✨gone✨ #also rest assured if Abram wasn’t between them and Andrew had a weapon #Abram would not have been the one taking off Spear’s hand for the dog comment #and also also #ash the ‘curled up in the middle of Andrew’s big ass royal bed’ just for u #bc it’s SO sweet #but I must be done here #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #dan wilds #aaron minyard #drake spear #asks #anon

[tarydarrington]

I must know about hanahakish!

🔥\o/🔥 hanahakish is my special little baby project, the most self-indulgent of blorbo blenders.

it is pretty much exactly what it sounds like! essek catches an engineered variant of frigid woe during the aeor arc, and the somatic components to Spell of Don't Die Horribly include a kiss from someone who loves you.

here's a little (unedited) bit of the middle:

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"That—"

Caleb kisses him. It's short, closed-mouthed, and deliberate. He pulls away again, hands still on Essek’s arms as though to hold him at a distance, and Essek reminds himself to breathe.

"You are very important to our goals," Caleb says in a rush.

His gaze flicks down to Essek's mouth. As though unconsciously, he runs a thumb along his own bottom lip. For a moment, Essek is certain he's about to lean in again and do it properly. Then he straightens, clearing his throat, and looks away.

“This—I did not intend for—”

He curls his lip, muttering something unintelligible. Essek’s heart threatens to claw its way out his mouth.

It’s the finest knife to slip between his ribs. Caleb loves him—truly, provably loves him—but wishes he didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” catches in his throat.

He bites down hard on the inside of his lip. There is little he can do to make this easy for Caleb, but at the very least he can keep from crying.

“Don’t be.” Caleb’s hand twitches in his lap. “I will save you a hundred times over, if that is what needs doing.”

If it needs doing. If kissing Essek is necessary, Caleb will do the practical thing. The potion went down easier than this. Essek swallows it anyway, pushing back the hair stuck to his forehead.

“Your help is appreciated.”

#hanahaki as a concept is so fucked up and it is SO much fun to play with that #thanks for the ask!! c: #wip title ask game #wip tag #asks #ariadne-mouse #shadowgast for ts

[mostmagical]

Out of Context WIPS

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.

thank you for tagging me @xhanisai and thank you @bittersweetresilience for reminder tagging me <333 WAH

tagging @coffeebanana, @rosie-b, @bbutterflies and @hueynomure to do or not do !! also tagging @blur0se to remind you 😌

#whoa... not all of these are lovesquare btw #bonus points if you can figure out which one I'm actually trying to finish in the next 24 hours #I just need a title. and to finish the middle. and like 2 sentences for the end. IT'S ALMOST DONE FOR REAL #tag game #wip #posting on company time WHEEE

[onewingedsparrow]

WIP Game

Tagged by @mistresslrigtar, and @zeldaelmo, thank you both!! <3 This is the WIP game where I have to post my wip titles and you can ask after them. Most of these titles are final, but a few of them are still being workshopped :) I did a Read More because this was getting long, as usual :P I'm also gonna tag @prismicnexus @afaroffsong @silvercaptain24 @sunburned-cyborg and @skyyknights but no pressure! And if you've been tagged already that's all right, you can ignore this. ❄️ Over the Edge (Original Work) This is the tale of an illustrious creature residing in a high tower—and the secret of the broken, bloodied bones scattered about the dungeon floor. 🦋 I'm Coming After You (Robots in Disguise 2015) Why is there a sparkling on the prison ship Alchemor? How will Lieutenant Bumblebee fare when said sparkling interferes with his work in capturing dangerous Decepticons at large? Where is Steeljaw's new base, and what in the Allspark is he plotting now? Bumblebee would also like to know.... ⚔️ When Push Comes to Shove (Hyrule Warriors) Link and Zelda return to the Temple of the Sacred Sword to seal away the darkness, and Link is forced to face his insecurities, whether he's ready for it or not. 🐝 To Bee a Leader (Robots in Disguise 2015) Bumblebee knows that Optimus Prime chose him to be leader of the Autobot team on Earth…but he's tired and he misses his dad.

🐺 Enduring the Twilight (Twilight Princess) As regrets from his past failures haunt him, Link finds an unexpected counselor—and ally—in a mysterious golden wolf who regularly crosses his path. 🍃 Deku Tree Link AU (OoT Canon Divergent) When the future Hero of Time was adopted by the Great Deku Tree, he inherited more than a home and a family among the Kokiri—he also received the Great Deku Tree's abilities, as well as the mantle of Guardian of the Forest. 🎭 When the Dust Settles (Miraculous Ladybug Apocalypse!AU) Paris has fallen. Two survivors roam the wreckage, spared only by the Miraculous they themselves carry. 🪽 Under My Wings (Transformers: Prime) Arcee never wished to join Team Prime. Optimus never planned to raise a sparkling during the war. Bumblebee never meant to change the course of history. The road ahead of them is not at all what they expected.... 🧣 All I Am (Skyward-Sword-and-Hyrule-Historia-manga-inspired) The captain of the Knights of Hylia has been tasked with holding back the demon king’s forces. Aware that he is out of his league, Link struggles with coming to terms with the gravity of this command. Fortunately, Hylia is watching out for him. 🌙 Moonquake WIP (Original Work) Kaya is tired of the power going out. Tarka Sevan seeks a light from beyond. ❤️‍🔥 Tripled Threats (Transformers Crossover) Three road-raging warriors and one cheerful ray of sunshine share what is perhaps the strangest plot twist of their lives. 🥠 Sandwiched (Age of Extinction) Bitter from the battle of Chicago, Optimus Prime holds strong opinions about humanity's profane treatment of his people. Trapped by convention with a group of humans, in addition to another equally unwanted ally, the Autobot leader turned war criminal is forced to consider the deepest truths of life...even that which he has been running from for ages untold. 🏴‍☠️ Overboard one (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) On the voyage to Far, Far Away, Kitty falls into the sea. 😇 [The smile one] (Rise of the Beasts) Mirage points out something that Bumblebee can never forget. 🧵 [It's Official] (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) Puss and Kitty don't appreciate how stinky Perrito's sock has become over their long voyage, and plot to expand his wardrobe. 🌌 [Fire Emblem Megafic] (Three Houses / Three Hopes / more) Two new professors arrive at the Officer's Academy—and the fate of the World is forever changed. A single crack in a castle of glass is enough to shatter the structure of time...now imagine what one could do with two.... ...this isn't all of my WIP's, of course. :D But, these are the ones I'm either in-the-zone-working-on right now, or I'm gearing up to get back into, so ask away! ✨

#long post #ask away #wip title game

[skywalking-through-life]

Maybe it's too late, but in the WIP fics you listed: 'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend.' What was that one about?

Hi there anonymous friend! 👋💙 Of course it isn't too late!

So, just a heads up if it wasn't what you were expecting, but this one is gonna be smut, lol. Sweet and tender and loving character study smut, but still smut. 😂

I've been playing with how I want to structure this one for a while now, because this is a wip that I've had in my head since this time last year! At first I thought I might just do a short and funny little moment of Percy figuring out things he does that Annabeth is attracted to, and then doing them all at once to increase his chances of getting laid 💀, but then I realized that some other folks have already done that! And I know it would probably be a more cake situation, but I do want to do something a little different. So now I think it's going to be a multichap, with each chapter being a different smut scene, with Percy showing just how well he knows Annabeth and her turn ons/preferences in each one.

But I also might change that structure whenever I sit down to really write it, lmao! If you have preferences, feel free to let me know! I'm not married to any one plan about this fic, I just really want to write Percy and Annabeth being very in love and having some fun times. 😂

#lmao y'all keep asking about my wildest wips and it is the greatest thing ever #thank you anonymous friend! #pjo hoo toa cotg #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth smut #smut #pjo #wip title game!

[kindlingkeen]

WAIT jason's murder world tour?! FROM THE EYES OF THE BATS?!??? hell YES

i feel like a lot of people just forget about his travel training, like just go Pit → Gotham so i'm always excited to see stuff about what he got up to!! and from the bats' perspective is such mwah DELICIOUS

(in response to this and this, and maybe this, from the wip title ask game)

Wow, this is getting a lot more interest than I anticipated. And here I was worried that Incident Review was going to come across as boring.

One of the things I love about the world murder tour is that it’s canon (or it used to be - for the love of god dc, get your shit together) but it’s so vague and open-ended. So you can do anything with it. Makes my little fanfic writer brain squeal with joy.

Thanks for the ask, anon!!! 🩵

#keen converses #wip title ask game #my fic #wip #asymmetrical warfare #incident review #jason’s murder world tour #objectively the best gap year ever #jason todd #red hood #utrh au #writing rambles

[lysenfeu]

Shhh, Quiet Please

Ahh ty for sending a WIP Title!

"Shh, Quiet Please" is a College!Matt Murdock x College!FReader 18+ fic set in the Columbia Law School library. It's a draft from my (very belated) Kinktober list for the prompt "public" 👀 College Matt is mischevious and an incorrigible flirt while offering to help Reader study for a shared class in a quiet corner of the library.

Here's a little snippet!

You huffed in frustration, unable to come up with any sort of answer to his quiz. You knew it was a softball question and that just increased your annoyance. Warily, you eyed Matt and then casually moved your gaze down to your textbook on the table. A little peek couldn't hurt…right? Your hand was halfway to the book when you were suddenly stopped by a soft but firm grip on your wrist.

"Ah ah, no cheating!" Matt shook his head at you in mock disappointment.

You were momentarily stunned at how he noticed your actions and caught you so easily but your mind immediately short circuited when he started rubbing his thumb in soothing, little circles over the back of your hand.

“Come on, you know the answer.” His tone was soft and sweet, intended to encourage you. He continued to hold your hand, turning it over and tracing across your palm with his fingers.

“Uh, could…could you repeat the question?” You stammered out, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at how distracted you were by such a simple touch, but you still declined to remove your hand from his grasp.

#lysenfeu fics #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #asks #answered #wip title game

[landwriter]

YOU'VE GOT MAIL AU??? 👀👀👀👀👀

OH YES! I have not written a scene for it since fall 2022 (hope I just made everyone in the fandom feel super old <3), except the one I wrote just now for the other WIP ask, so I'll tell you about it instead!

Slowburn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, identity porn, two-person love triangle entirely sustained by Dream's own ridiculous beliefs. Very silly and fluffy, I think, except when it has to be sad. Big sappy happy ending, just like in the movie.

Hob, owner of The New Bookshop, like Kathleen Kelly, is prone to optimism to the point of denial of the fundamental tenets of reality and/or the bookselling business, and has a bottomless love for all the small pleasures of New York City in the fall, and indeed, all of life. He is a hapless business owner but a wonderful bookseller. He is a hopeless romantic with a faintly disastrous dating life that his friends and coworkers tease him about. Falling in love with a mysterious stranger he met online is only the latest in a long series of questionable decision-making.

Morpheus, CEO of Endless Books, unlike Joe Fox, genuinely cares about books and stories. Unfortunately, he has a plummy accent and an almost preternatural ability to come off terribly. He's very good at his job and not much else which gives everyone around him the impression he enjoys crushing small businesses beneath his heel. In reality, he mostly enjoys the company of his library, his personal assistant and best friend Matthew, and Jessamy, a beautiful silver GSP. (Because there is no universe in which I personally imagine Dream having a Labrador Retriever named Brinkley.) And writing to Hob, of course, who he is certain he will meet and love and marry, right until the moment he finds out it's Hob.

There is a whole ensemble cast including a little bit of Aziraphale

Instead of being obsessed with Godfather quotes, it's Shakespeare. Morpheus is a theatre kid who went to private school. Of course it's Shakespeare.

Rather than court Hob twice over as Tom Hanks does with Meg Ryan, Morpheus, after he falls for Hob, feels so utterly unworthy of taking what is being offered, and so convinced Hob will never want him once he knows who he is, that as soon as Hob (not him, Hob, important change) cheerfully bullies his way into his life after being put out of business, he spends all their dates trying to convince Hob to dislike his stranger.

They BOTH cry at the end <3

#wip title ask game #asks #you've got mail au #dreamling #the sandman

[im-not-corrupted]

Oh I would adore to hear about bygone sin, I’m obsessed with that fic! (🤘five-and-dimes)

Of course!

Chapter five is actually mostly complete! I say mostly because I haven't begun edits yet, and I'm still incredibly unsure whether it's what I need it to be. But once I finish stuff for the Sandman fic exchange, I'll start edits.

”Dream,” he murmured, and he seemed—unsure. Nervous. “I know I asked already, but are you—are you sure you’re alright?” When Dream didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. It was but a whisper, now, shared only between the two of them. Perhaps, in another circumstance, Dream might’ve found it…somewhat intimate. Perhaps. ”It’s okay if you aren’t,” Hob assured him. “You’re allowed to not be okay.” He tensed again. That, there—that was anger, flashing bright red and ugly, but it was familiar. It was heated, melted away the remnants of fear that gripped him when that glass shattered like it did, and he glared up at Hob Gadling, who simply stared back, unafraid. Later, he’d wonder when that had happened. When Hob Gadling became unafraid of him. When they had grown familiar enough to warrant only a soft sigh, one that sounded almost disappointed. For now, though—for now, he allowed himself to ask through gritted teeth, “Why would I not be alright, Robert Gadling?” To not be is a weakness, Dream wanted to add. Do you think me weak? He thought of his hand, bleeding from a knife wound, and the tenderness with which Hob cared for him. He thought of the comfort offered and bestowed upon him as though it was so easy. It was not the suggestion of weakness that inspired anger, not really. It was the knowledge that, in the end, Hob Gadling was right. Dream was weak—he relied so heavily on these meetings that he attended only to repay a damned debt, he sought out Hob’s company not because his presence was owed to the other man but because, somehow, Hob had started to…to represent something.  Warmth. Friendship. Care, which was the most baffling out of all of them. Hob offered all these things easily, simply, as though Dream was deserving of such things. As though he thought him worthy of it. He was not. He was not, but he was too selfish to deny it for himself. Those warm welcomes, the way Hob continued to hold open the door to his apartment above The New Inn even though Dream still didn’t understand what led him to do so, the soft smiles tender touches be was offered—they meant too much, and he was terribly selfish. Too much so to consider letting this go.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #morpheus dream of the endless #eris writes things #my fic #like atonement for a bygone sin - fic #wip title tag game #five-and-dimes #fun fact: you are the sole reason chapter five is in its half-done state five-and-dimes #you asked about it the last time i got tagged in this game and it prompted me to finish the rest of the chapter lol

[dsudis]

Quick Now Here Now Always? For WIP-Ask game?

This is the sequel to England and Nowhere, Never and Always, picking up right where that one left off with Dream and Hob and Finn as an extremely newly-formed family unit!

Like. Picking up exactly where that one left off.

Dream lay for a little while in the warm quiet of Hob's bed, enjoying the feeling of being right where he belonged. There were things to do--Hob's home was not stocked for the care and feeding of Finn, a topic on which Dream was happily supplied with a great deal of practical information. He was certain that he could find what he needed in the dreams of others tonight, so that it would all be in readiness when Finn and Hob woke in the morning, but...

It did not take long before he felt Finn starting to dream. Dream had promised that Finn could sleep safely tonight; he would not leave his newfound son unattended now. Dream let his awareness of the Waking world fade as he slipped into Finn's dream, but he kept his grip on Hob's hand, his body still located in Hob's bed. This did not work quite as he meant it to; Dream found himself back in Finn's barren little bedroom in his mother's flat, but with Hob's dreaming self at his side, still hand in hand with him. Hob was not a naturally lucid dreamer; he had the soft edges and slightly unfocused gaze of a very ordinary human experiencing a dream that he would only half-remember. Dream could have changed that, but he thought it better to let nature take its course as much as possible, when he had already interfered to the extent of Finn and Hob sharing this dream with himself present to look after them. He drew Hob with him, to the place where the dream wanted Dream to be. He took that space for himself and dismissed the simulacrum of him Finn's dream had shaped, and Hob knelt readily at his side. Finn lay before them on the bare mattress that had been his bed when he first lay down tonight, and presumably for years before. He held his blanket to his face, and those cruel iron wires were back in place at his wrists and ankles and middle; Dream could feel the malevolent presence of the one around his throat by its weight in the dream, even if it was not actually visible yet. Dream meant to wait patiently for Finn to wake or make some first move--it was Finn's dream after all, and being too hasty was the one mistake he could see he'd made in the waking version of this moment--but he had not reckoned on Hob. As soon as he knelt at Dream's side he was reaching out a hand, saying, "Oh, no, sweetheart! What's all this?" Finn lowered the blanket from his face and looked up at them, blinking at the addition of Hob but not seeming at all alarmed. Dream felt it when Finn focused on him, on Dadda, here, the light and gravity of the dream shifting around him. He still kept his grip on Hob, but manifested an extra hand so that he could, at the same time, reach out one hand to brush gently over Finn's cheek, and use another to begin freeing him from the wires. "Dadda is here, my darling boy. You are safe now. You will always be safe now." That was the key; a dim awareness of what had come before and what would follow after suffused the dream, but all Finn's hope and fear narrowed in on those elements, which in this retelling of the night was conveniently collapsed into a single moment. His father had come, had identified himself, had set Finn free from the cold bonds of iron; the dream did not require the misstep which had left its permanent mark on Dream's arm, though Dream was rather pleased to have it. This was Finn's dream, and so time stretched and looped on itself, as Finn's dreaming self lingered in the moment of his father coming to him, of knowing who this was, that he was safe. Of being freed by gentle hands, again and again and again, until Finn could begin to believe that it was true.

#wip title ask game #wip meme #ask game #asked and answered #dreamling #the sandman #a condition of complete simplicity #quick now here now always #baba and dadda and finny

[honeydots]

i've been dipping my toes into experimenting with borders, lately 🌿

#pose from a 1958 walter wyles illustration! #xanlow #fe laslow #fe xander #fire emblem fates #fire emblem 14 #feif #fe14 #something nice and green as spring gets closer.... #so some background on this is that it's actually fanart for a fic i havent written yet #its my idea for the outfits they'll be wearing. or at least something they own! i might end up changing laslow's shirt but idk its cute too #its for!!! my next longfic!!! which perhaps is ah bold of me when ive just put stigmata on a hiatus #but it isn't like ive been working on this instead of stigmata so!!! #i was juggling two ideas around for a while and i rly was going back and forth but ive 100% settled on this one now #the title is chapelle ardente and ive actually shared a brief wip of it in an ask game from a while back #but spoilers so that's all i'll say hehe!!!! #i hope i get a chance to share that fic w u guys cause im excited for it c: for now. um. enjoy the contextless fanart. dfjdksjf #dots draws

[tarydarrington]

tell me more about 'phrasing' for the wip ask game if you please? i love all the ones you've answered so far!!!

thank you friend!! <3

most of the other wips on the list are pretty angst-heavy, plot-heavy, emotionally complex projects. this one is about the mighty nein arguing over what essek would call his dick.

i posted a tiny bit of the beginning for six sentence sunday last year, so here's a little bit of context for the same snip

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"You think Essek knows what a cock is?"

It’s going to be that sort of afternoon. Caleb peers up at Beau over the back of his book. She’s perched atop one of the chairs at the dining room table, fingers steepled in front of her mouth.

"I would assume that he has one of his own, ja."

"Assume, huh?"

Jester waggles her eyebrows. Caleb dutifully ignores her. Today is not the day he will be goaded into sharing his wealth of evidence.

"That's not what I meant, though." He’s seen this look on Beau before, though not usually outside of the library. "Like, this guy grew up with fifteen silver spoons shoved up his ass. Do you think he's ever heard the word 'cock' before?"

Caleb gives her a look, gesturing pointedly to Jester bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“She says ‘dick,’ though.” Beau purses her lips, balancing her pencil on top. “You think he says dick? I can’t picture him saying dick.”

“He probably has a word in his own language that he uses,” Veth points out.

“Right, obviously.” Beau removes the pencil, bracing both hands on the table. “But what does he call it in Common? Like—” and here she puts on a terrible imitation of Essek’s lilt— “Caleb, suck my… what? How does that finish?”

“Gross,” Veth says at the same time Jester says, “In his mouth, probably.”

#wip tag #wip title ask game #asks #calebwidogest #thanks for asking and for the tag!!