WIP ASK GAME

WIP ASK GAME

Thanks to @xqueenyleach for the tag!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I took a few of them off as I've already answered some of these past posts:

Here for DISA bodyguard AU

Here for more DISA bodyguard ideas and Sir Aldred and the sticky bog monster

DISA epilogue

Disa love confession

Disa Final Battle

Disa optional

Unused disa 1

Unused disa 2

Unused disa 3

Covering all bases Disa Mature

RE6 Jake and sherry one shot

Heavy in my arms redux

DISAchpt17draft3

DISAbroken (a super angsty piece I am taking small excerpts from in my fic because no lie, I get super feels when rereading this, even if it has a happy ending)

Roadtrip DISA ideas

A moondragon christmas

I don't have as many people to tag unfortunately than my list of WIPs but I will tag few that I know of! @upsidedownwithsteve @precariousrelic @louwhose @usedtobecooler

I'm actually really looking forward to you working more / reworking Queen Britta! I'll ask about the title Strings of fate ( i'm a sucker for fate things)

I'm excited to work more on Queen Britta, I have a few new ideas that I started putting on paper, but the big thing is that they are going to get help getting the queen out of the tree ;). I'm planning on writing a few chapters before posting anything.

Strings of Fate is a Princess Tutu AU story where the two main characters each made a wish as kids and gained special abilities. Fakir can see the multicolored strings of fate as he goes through his life and Ahiru has dreams of her past life but can't remember them very clearly. The day they meet for the first time, Fakir sees a new string color.

Excerpt:

Fakir shook his head, loosing a yellow thread that had been caught in his green-black hair. He wasn’t sure he would ever grow accustomed to the feeling of threads surrounding him, and moving to a small city for school was an absolutely terrible idea. Not to mention the shiny threads just outside his field of vision were giving him a massive headache. He pulled his sunglasses from his bag and put them on. 

He got off the bus at the next stop and waded into a sea of strings. His eyes were locked on the pavement when a woman knocked into him, yellow converse stumbling around but continuing toward the bus. 

“Sorry,” she called back. 

He should have looked up, should have seen what she looked like, but all he could focus on was the shining amethyst string that wrapped around his wrist when she hit him. By the time he looked, all he could see was the bus driving away, violet thread waving at him limply through the window. 

You will never ever annoy me if you

Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

#i'm folding in .5 seconds if he's looking at me like that

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

crush prompts (bc valentines asdfgfds)

finding excuses to talk to them

lingering near where their friends are

when they look at you and your heart skips

sitting next to each other and them leaning slightly so your shoulders brush

EYE CONTACT GIVE ME ALL OF IT

thinking of them and smiling smiling smiling and your One Friend knows why and it's just ughh

catching a glimpse of them hall and thinking about it for the rest of the day

bonus: wondering if it's them or not and thinking about THAT.

when they come to youuu

craning your neck to see if they're there

the heightened senses when you know they're in the same room as you

checking all the lists and emails to see if they're a part of them

cheeks turning pink when someone mentions them

suddenly starts seeing them everywhere

overthinking every little interaction

overthinking every fictional reaction

wondering if they'll appear at any/all events you have

ears perking when someone says their name

you're talking, sitting together, they keep making excuses to lean over and check your computer, to talk

laughing together (in a good way))

but like. good, amused laughing yk.

projects together

your friend dragging you to check if they're in club, you reluctantly (?) following

the swoop of the stomach when they look

thinking about them all the timeeee getting distracted and vague and your friends ask why you're tired

Taylor swift on repeat (but this fits anything tbh)

bonus:

realizing oh that was a bad choice after several committed months of blushing

still getting butterflies even years later

heart growing heavy when you look at them later