#4-24-24 WIP Wednesday

[jtl-fics]

Also also I'd love some TBD if you'd like to write it!!

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday | TBD

One of those was far more tolerable than the other.

His phone buzzes in his pocket again, "The conference doesn't start for another 10 minutes, you can be on your phone." Josten says pointedly pulling his own buzzing phone out.

Andrew rolls his eyes, "And give Day the satisfaction?"

Josten shrugs, "Just letting you know." he frowns as he types a message to someone on his phone.

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[notheroicnotromantic]

WIP Wednesday - Landoscar Ageswap!AU edition.

Some of y'all might remember this idea I rambled about a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, I've been working on it! It's at around 15k words rn and I've only written out 1/4 of my draft so you better PRAY for me.

ANYWAYS there's a sneak peak under the cut. 🫶

some context might be needed, so:

it's set in an imaginary 2025 season with a made up calendar, grid + wdc fight. (obviously LOL)

oscar's 24 going on 25 and has been at mcl since 2020, lando's 20 going on 21 and in his rookie year.

nico rosberg is lando's manager. (listen, I had to.)

osc friend group = 2019 rookies (minus lando ofc) + logan

lands friend group = ollie + kimi (2025 rookies)

basically the thing that intrigued me so MUCH is the thought of having a rookie lando that's so enamored and obsessed with his cool older teammate BEGGING for some attention and awkward oscar who's used to playing second fiddle to daniel absolutely in TATTERS because why is his new cutie of a teammate trying to be besties?? aren't they here to race?? why is this puppy with the big eyes following him around PLEASE leave him alone.

and then they have like dramatic back-and-fourths for the majority of the season.

also I kind of ripped of the Alpine storyline for Lando but changed it to him being a former RB driver for the sake of drama.

It takes another fifteen minutes, but eventually Oscar emerges from his room, in a wine-red t-shirt and some dark shorts. That shouldn’t be considered a look in any shape or form, but Lando can appreciate the foundation the outfit is built upon. If you catch his drift. (It’s because he’s a racing driver, get it?) 

They head out together then, and Lando follows Oscar to the parking lot, where a chic and minimalistic black 720 S Spider is waiting for them, Lando’s salvia collecting in his mouth simply by looking at it. Yeah, maybe he’s a car guy, it’s literally his job. 

“What a beauty,” Lando marvels at the car, taking it in from all sides before getting ready to jump in. Oscar has stopped in front of the driver side door, holding out the ignition key. “You want to take the wheel?”

“Osc, I could never,” the younger chokes out, but the Australian simply tilts his head. “I’m not going to offer again, mate.” Fuck it, I’d be stupid not take the opportunity. Before the Oscar can regret his decision, Lando’s snatched up the key and is sliding into the driver’s seat.

Maybe it takes them another five minutes to start driving, Lando letting his hands run over the interior of the car, but Oscar keeps watching him with a neutral look, that makes Lando’s inside’s feel like he’s on fire, so he hopes he doesn’t hate him for it.

Another thirty minutes later and they reach the Piastri home, which should be called the Piastri Mansion, really. It’s almost as big as Lando’s own family home back in the UK and that’s been in his family’s possession for years, but this house is too modern for it to be some sort of family heirloom. Obviously, Lando knew that Oscar’s grown-up wealthy if his parents were able to send him across the world and support his racing career in Europe, but knowing and seeing are still two very different things, at the end of the day.

Nicole Piastri welcomes them at the door and the truly delusional part of Lando’s brain feels like he’s being brought home to his boyfriend’s family for the first time. Well, teammates aren’t that far removed from work-spouses, right? 

The older woman greets him with another tight hug, and Lando buries his head in her neck, clinging onto her tightly. In the next moment, there’s something trying to jump up his legs, a pair of fluffy middle-sized dogs trying to reach him, tongues out and tails waging. 

Oscars beside him immediately, “No, Rosie, Baz, back off!” He commands the dogs, which shouldn’t be this hot frankly, and the two stop, but continue to stand in front of Lando, big, dark eyes looking up at him. It’s too cute, really. So, he can’t do anything but sit down on his knees and open his arms wide for the dogs to jump into them, licking up on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them take so well to a stranger,” Nicole gasps, cheering a little for their interaction. Lando loses his balance and falls onto his back, Basil and Rosie following him and continuing to cuddle up to him. Yeah, he knows the government names of Oscar’s pets. He run an Oscar Fan account for two years, it’d be a bad look if he didn’t. 

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to save you,” Oscar sighs, a little disappointed maybe before continuing his walk into the house and into what Lando assumes the direction of the back porch. It sems like the two furballs are finally excited by the presence of one more of their owners, because they’re gone in a flash and following his teammate outside. Maybe they’re hoping for a round of fetch. 

Lando would play with them all day.

Oscar’s mum helps him up, still left lying on the hardwood floor beneath him. “You know you’re first teammate he’s agreed to bring around?” Lando’s sure his face resembles one of the fish he loathes so much. It’s not like he assumed that Daniel and Oscar used to be best friends, but now he feels weirdly honoured. But he’s also like fairly sure Oscar only did so because of his mother in the first place. 

The rest of the Piastri family is in the backyard, Oscar’s in a conversation with one of his younger sisters, Hattie, and there’s Nicole’s boyfriend on the barbecue. The dogs are chasing each other around the grass and the large swimming pool at the right side of the garden.

It’s only now that Lando notices how much he’s out of depth here, because it’s literally just Oscar’s family, including Mark Webber, here for the celebrations. Lando figured he’d be able to blend in with some of the friends or acquaintances of the family during the party, but now he’s realizing he’s part of an actual family barbecue. He feels honoured, but the anxiety’s also back.  

Nicole takes him by the shoulder, dragging him to the table and chairs where the Piastri children have settled down. “Come on, Lando, I’m sure you’re hungry and exhausted after that race,” which is of course the moment his stomach decides to make itself known, grumbling. Lando feel his cheeks heat up, which might become a permanent state at this point, “Yeah, I couldn’t keep anything down before the race, so I guess I need to make up for some lost calories,” he tries to go for a light-hearted joke.

Judging from the woman’s facial expression, he didn’t quite hit the mark with that one. “What?” Nicole looks at him horrified, “Don’t worry! This has been happening to me since I started in like the British F3, so I’m totally used to it by now,” he explains - which doesn’t help his case at all, sadly.

“You’ve just awoken the demon,” Mae tells him as he sits down across from her. 

Unfortunately for Lando the next person to join them at the table is Webber, who chooses the chair next to him. Maybe he should have declined the invitation after all.

Most of the dinner is more than an awkward affair to Lando, who can’t shake this stiffness from his limbs. He tries to his best to the enthusiastic about the food, and it’s great. He’s starved too, which should be the perfect combination but every time his gaze shifts to the left his heart starts to beat a little quicker.

When the sun starts to set Lando feels like the celebrations have reached a point for him to make a polite exit without offending anyone. Nicole is quick to offer their guest room to Lando, but he doesn’t think he could stand being around Oscar for any longer. Even if his heart breaks as he bids his goodbye to Baz and Rosie, who’d been his rock during dinner, brushing up against his legs and resting on his lap. 

Instead, Lando orders himself an Uber for the way back to the hotel and Oscar offers to wait with him in the front of the property. “Thanks again for the invite,” Lando breaks the awkward silence between them, when he can’t stand it any longer.

“No need to thank me, mate. I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you, I can’t imagine Mark to be an enthusiastic conversation partner, but I get so little time with my siblings, I’m sure you understand,” Oscar explains as he wraps his hand around Lando’s wrist. Besides, I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, I’m not your biggest fan, the sentence continues in Lando’s head.

“No, I think I do need to thank you. Could you give me your mum’s number? I want to properly thank her once more, I feel like if I hadn’t been around your family, it’d been a pretty sad ending to my first race. I’ve been missing my own like a limb today, honestly.” 

Oscar squeezes his wrist once more at the confession and promises to send Lando Nicole’s contact as soon as he’s back in the yard with his mobile. Then, Lando’s Uber drives around the corner. They bid each other goodbye, and then the Brit gets into the car. 

Making his way back to the Hilton, Lando’s still unsure how Oscar’s feeling about him.

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[AUDIO DESCRIPTION OF THE NEWLY-WEDS CHALLENGE WITH OSCAR PIASTRI AND LANDO NORRIS]

Oscar Piastri: Lando, what is Oscar’s favourite pizza topping?  Lando Norris: Mate, you probably enjoy something disgusting like Tuna. Or no, Hawaii? Oscar Piastri: Actually, it’s pretty simple, I just like pepperoni. Lando Norris: I think we just found a food opinion we can agree on, Osc. Okay, uh, Oscuh, what Disney character is Lando most like? Oscar Piastri: Hm. That’s a tough one, you kind of remind me of Timon, from Lion King. Or I guess Lighting McQueen from CARS would be fitting, too. Lando Norris: Don’t tell Liam about that second one. If I’m Timon, does that mean you’re Pumba? Oscar Piastri: Sure, Lando. If you want to me to be. Okay, next one question, who is most likely to deal with a spider? Lando Norris: Oscuh, obviously.  Oscar Piastri: Obviously!? Lando Norris: Those Australian genes need to be good for something, mate! Reckon you’d protect me from the big, bad spiders.  Oscar Piastri: I think your screeching will be enough to hold them off, honestly.  Lando Norris: Oh, wow. Well, moving on, Oscuh, what would be Lando’s dream job, except for his current profession?  Oscar Piastri: Something that’s not even a job, probably. Like streamer, or maybe Instagram model.  Lando Norris: Oh, the influencers are going to come for you, mate. Besides, I already stream. Wait, did you know that? Oscar Piastri: [just smiles in reply.] 

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[sunriseabram]

Bodyguard Nathaniel AU

At a young age, Nathaniel Wesninski ends up working for the main branch of the Moriyama family. He builds himself a name, gains status, and creates fear among those lower in the family food chain. He kills to live, putting on his father's smile and carrying out orders. He lives with the nightmares because failure means death. Failure means he will disappear without anyone remembering his name. He fights because he doesn't know how to die quietly. That is...until he is ordered to serve as a bodyguard for an old friend. Immersed in life with the foxes, Nathaniel starts to question his future with the Moriyama family and finds himself wanting more than a life behind the gun, even if it kills him in the process.

Send an ask and I'll provide a snippet on WIP Wednesday!

Neil: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Kevin: Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26

Completed Chapters on AO3

[voxofthevoid]

Poll time, yet again ❎

This isn't what I'd call a problem per se, but I'm writing at a pace my posting cannot keep up with, even with me currently posting 5 fics a month—4 for JJK from a roster of 5 and 1 for MCU/Bleach. This'd be fine, but posting for MCU and Bleach long after leaving those fandoms has made it clear that I will significantly slow down on posting for those regardless of the size of my backlog. While I continue to love sharing those stories, the editing process becomes more of a chore than usual, and I just...sit on those. I'd like to avoid that as much as possible with JJK.

I'm still very firmly in the JJK sauce and haven't slowed down any, but I'd rather do this while I'm at the zenith of my inspiration, so these fics (which are the longest among my unposted JJK fics) can see the light of Ao3 while they and I are both hot, so to speak.

I'm upping my ongoing JJK roster from five to six, though whether the updates will increase to five a month or stay four a month remains to be seen. I can handle both based on monthly energy levels and have drawn up schedules for each, but I might run another poll for that to see what y'all can take. But that's for later.

For now, pick a fic ✨

Descriptions, titles, and choice WIP Wednesday links for the fics under the cut. I'll reblog the poll once a day or so till it's over.

Amnesiac Yuuji

the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too): No-Shibuya AU where Gojou sends Yuuji out of the country after he eats all the fingers. Yuuji goes AWOL a year in and reappears 12 years later without any memories. Gojou doesn’t deal with that too well. Goyuu.

Shibuya Swap

(this is also part of the story) how the story changes: Just as the PR ensnares Gojou, canon!Yuuji switches places with his older self from an alternate dimension where he’s Gojou’s teacher. Goyuu.

Mundane Unclekuna

bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask: Mundane AU Yuuji’s sexual awakening is his big, mean uncle and then his high school teacher makes him realize he just has a specific type in men. Goyuu and Sukuita.

Surprise Rut Sex

taking the flesh is the only virtue: Yuuji goes into premature rut after the vs Mahito arc, and Nanami ends up “helping” before Gojou shows up to escalate matters. Goyuu and Nanaita.

[inkoherentwriting]

Wip Wednesday 12/4/24

deviously tagging: @hannah-heartstrings , @druidx , @priafey , @thequeenofthewinter, @sylvienerevarine

@dirty-bosmer , @babyblueetbaemonster , @nostalgic-breton-girl , @avantegarda , @azures-grace

(If I missed you or if you want out, please let me know!)

I've decided to bring the sweetroll ficlet into the jemane extended universe with a continuation. "what's the sweetroll ficlet?" you may ask? this is!

"Heyyy..." Guilbert could hear Ysuha'Ko's claws scrape ceramic as she searched fruitlessly for her quarry. "It's gone!" "What's gone?" One of the other bandits approached her. It wasn't the leader, thank the Nine, but an older man with a bow and quiver on his back. "My sweetroll! It disappeared overnight, which means someone crept in here and ate it...! And if nobody confesses, I'm going to cast a terrible spell!" Guilbert snickered to himself as she spoke-- --Only to realize, in horror, that there was in fact sweetroll glaze resting innocently near the right side of his lip.

[splendsay]

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY!!!!

You already know lol

Callsign: Sunshine

!!MDNI!! Pairings: TF 141 x F!Reader CWs: Explicit language, canon-typical violence, torture, implied/referenced rape Chapters: 24/? Publishing Frequency: 4+ chapters per week Tropes/themes: Found family, slow burn, mutual pining, reverse harem

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You wake to the smell of smoke again. Thick and fetid. 

You bring your wrist to your line of sight and squint. The uranium in your watch glows dimly, but it's just bright enough to see. Ah. It's Wednesday. Immolation Day.       The sun is still hiding beneath the horizon -- the sky outside your window a deep, unforgiving black. You sigh, half-tempted to draw the covers up over your face and go back to sleep, but your stomach lets out a yowl of protest. If it's Wednesday, it's been -- 1, 2...4 days since you've last eaten anything. A growl of frustration escapes you. Despite all your efforts to do otherwise, you'd quickly powered through your stockpile of rations after the city was sacked by rebels three months back. Your last meal of any substance had been the greasy bone meat of roasted street rat and a bouillon cube. Food -- real food -- was a rarity in Southern California these days.       That's why they burn the bodies. 

You sit upright in your makeshift bed -- a thin pile of newspapers, truth be told, and take in the dark, colorless space around you. You'd run out of candles ages ago. They pepper the room, melted to useless nubs. You lean over, fumbling in the dark for your cell phone -- your last remaining luxury, when this building had enough power to charge it. To your surprise and temporary delight, you have a charge -- 38%. Not much, but still. Without internet, you could make it last a few days. You frown, though, glancing at the screen again. You missed a call.  

  "The fuck," you mutter. You tap the phone icon and it pulls up your call log. A number you don't recognize called you just over an hour ago -- 11 pm. You know the area code, though. +44 was the U.K. Or, it used to be. You don't know much about the state of the world beyond Temecula, but you know it can't be much better or worse than this. From what little you could gather from the gibberish they published in the papers you stole from the one corner store still in operation -- some sort of third World War was waging between Russia and a country whose name you didn't recognize. It'd been years since you'd taken a history class. Any class, really. And it was hard to care about any far off land when this one had gone to such shit.     The fact that the call had connected surprises you. You stand and walk to the shoddy cell tower repeater perched precariously on the sill of your window. "Huh," you muse aloud. Its little green light blinks up at you happily. You bring the phone in front of you again, frowning down at it. What the hell. You tap the mystery number and hold the phone to your ear. It connects instantly -- but it doesn't ring.       "Laswell," a woman's voice barks from the other end of the line. You almost drop your phone, you're so startled. You recover -- barely -- and bring the phone back to your ear. 

"Hello? Hello?"

"Hi, yes, um...this number called mine an hour ago. I'm...calling you back." Your lips pull back from your teeth in a visceral cringe. Idiot.      "Sunshine," the woman says, matter-of-fact.       Your heart drops into your stomach.       "I...how did you...?"      "It doesn't matter. The United States military requests your support. Yours, specifically, Sergeant."      You bristle at her tone. "I was discharged."      The woman sighs. "Again, it doesn't matter."      Your stomach growls again. You look down at it, mind churning. "Fine. "I'm listening."

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OH OH ALSO I started working on the Azriel x F!Reader fic -- it's going to be heavy handed with a lot of original world-building, so you'll have to be patient avec moi, but I did title it: Shade Cerulean

I'm hoping to have the first chapter published this weekend! :))

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Can I please request some Mer Roadtrip? Thank you thank you thank you for all the fics!!! I love them all so much!

WIP Wednesday (7/24) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 47)

Annoyingly, Abram wasn’t lying about the lack of hot water. When he turns the shower on, he’s blasted with a burst of freezing water fresh off an arctic glacier and curses as he backs away from it. He even tries fiddling with the faucet for a moment, but nothing changes. But while the water is frigid, it’s not salty. And that’s a plus. 

So risking hypothermia, Andrew starts scrubbing himself clean with a bottle of 4-in-1 something or other. Andrew isn’t quite sure what the fourth aspect of it is and he doesn’t want to find out. Whatever it is lathers decently and seems to function as soap. And he’s grateful. After a month of living in the literal sea and however long he was imprisoned in that godforsaken tank… He’s grimy. In fact, he might just have algae growing on his back. And his hair is a tangled-up disgrace.

Unknotting it takes him quite a while, but finally he can run his clawless fingers through it. And that is when he finally decides he’s done. As soon as the water is off, Andrew feels like he’s stepped into a sauna which makes no sense. But the humidity outside is intense and his polar plunge is quickly forgotten.

When he steps out of the shower, Andrew grabs the hopefully clean towel from the counter and starts to dry off. Once he’s done, he wraps the towel around himself and starts to look through Abram's very limited clothing options. Before he can yank out the first item, he hears something and when he looks down, Andrew witnesses Sally the roach skitter out from behind the toilet and his mouth drops open in horror.

“Oh my God.” Andrew says aloud, staring at the creature of nightmares. Suddenly he wishes Abram had a flamethrower in his bag of tricks. Alas, there’s nothing but cheap denim and ugly polyester inside. So Andrew ignores the roach and she ignores him, for the most part. Though she does wiggle her antennae at him when he lets the towel drop to the floor.

“Not interested, Sally. Go away.” Andrew says, pulling on a pair of navy green cargo shorts. They’re a bit tighter than Andrew would like, but you know what they say about choosing beggars.

Once his bottom half is covered, Andrew roots through the bag for a shirt and eventually comes back with a light gray long-sleeved t-shirt. After a bit of consideration, he pulls that on as well and zips up the duffle bag before swiftly exiting the bathroom and making sure to leave Sally trapped inside.

[captain-danwilds]

For your WIP Wednesday:

I am so interested in what you have for the Foxes RA.

That poor person has to deal with all kinds of stuff. They have to be either so cool with the team or opt to stay out of it. They gotta have Coach's number on speed dial lmaooo

WIP Wednesday 10/9. My document is literally titled "Poor Exy RA". I feel like you just have to accept the chaos to survive.

Sam clicked away from her email hoping that it had changed.  She brought her curser back over, but the horror still awaited her. 

“Congratulations you’ve been placed in Fox Tower!” 

She was in hell. She had to be.  She wasn’t sure exactly what she had done in a previous life to earn this dubious assignment, but it better have been worth it.  

Sam was the furthest thing from athletic.  She tripped regularly over air.   Still, she thought as she prepared to read her email and hopefully get to the third line.  She didn’t have to be athletic to be supportive.

 Plus, she had glitter glue pens.  Bitches love glitter glue pens. 

“Resident Assistants are a vital part of our community.  We are grateful you will be stepping into such a crucial role.” 

She was a student.  They were student-athletes.  They had the most important thing in common.  (Yes she was lying to herself. She could admit that.

“Central Hallway Floor 4 is a co-ed floor that contains six suites.” 

Okay, up to 24 students.  That was one of the smaller assignments.  Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

Then she opened the accompanying Excel file and immediately regretted it.   How early was she allowed to quit and still not have to pay for room and board?

[bbcphile]

BBCPhile’s Original Content Masterpost

AO3: bbcphile 

Mysterious Lotus Casebook Meta

The Yin Leaves Threat is a Bluff

DFS and the Newlywed Room 

FDB and the Sad Beach Outfit 

MLC and CPTSD Part 1 (DFS & LLH) 

MLC and CPTSD Part 2 (DFS and Emotional Regulation) 

DFS and the Jinyuanmeng robes (+ crying) 

MLC and Neurodivergence

DFS, Autism, and CPTSD (Tumblr convo with kingsandbastardz)

DFS and Waterfalls 

DFS and Lying/Honesty 

DFS and Forced Clothing Changes (Tumblr convo with thesilversun)

DFS, LLH, and Handholding

LLH, Childhood Trauma, and his post-Donghai beach breakdown

LLH, Rebirth, and the Donghai Beach 

LLH and his Choice of Name

Mysterious Lotus Casebook Fic

“What’s Sealed Away” (DFS amnesia fic) 

“Waning Marks and Dawning Realizations” (12th Donghai Battle Anniversary fic)

MLC long fic excerpts 

(mainly from WIP Wednesday (fic not yet on ao3):

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26

(Selected) Horatio Hornblower fics:

Harboured and Encompassed (modern AU, Horatio/Archie/Will) 

Nunc Atque Semper (past Archie/Horatio, present Maria/Horatio. Warning: DKU (Dead Kennedy Universe) 

Taking Hands Against a Sea of Troubles (Archie/Horatio)

[autisticlancemcclain]

wip wednesday 24

gonna keep the streak this time!!

links for you all...

aegis au: 1 2

batb au: 1 2 3 4 5

flower crown au: 1 2

lost at sea au: 1 2

the loneliest series: 1 2 3 4

the neighbour au: 1 2

the applebees universe: 1 2 3

orphan au: 1 2 3

JTTCOTE au: 1

[jtl-fics]

you say ask again I ask again

so TBD this time ♥️

4-24-24 WIP Wednesday | TBD

He watches them and his eyes land on a familiar face.

"Minyard." Neil Josten the Junior Vice Captain of the Atlanta Wolves greets.

"Josten." Andrew nods back, they're tied together through the unrelenting pull of both being associated with Kevin Day. Nicky insists that Kevin is a friend but Andrew rolls his eyes every time his cousin says it.

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[airi-p4]

WIP Wednesday 4/9/24

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SEPTEMBER????? 😳😳😳

Today I'm cheating a bit and showing you a WIP of my most recently posted comic "Brain freeze".

I happens sometimes that I like the sketches better than the finished art... (I'm currently struggling with one particular pic and it's SO FRUSTRATING ughhh).

Anyway- more fairy AU soon!

[suzukiblu]

current projects’ current progress:

obligatory sugar baby Kon [ assorted; 8.3k/44.5k ]

when I see myself, I always know where you are [ REREAD; 4/4 ]

when I see myself, I always know where you are [ EDITS ch5; 10.2/10.2k ]

Ko-fi subs:

the wet nurse omegaverse [ ducksandswans; 1k/1k ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ qwertynerd97; 1k/1k ]

a pocketful of Kons [ lottie; 1k/1k ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ Mango Bat; 300/500 ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ 🦄; 0/500 ]

the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood's life [ miri_tiazan; 250/500 ]

the puzzle trap sex-room [ S; 500/500 ]

a fake cryptid and a real romantic [ Derpsheep; 500/500 ]

mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some [ Marina; 0/500 ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ inkwell; 0/500 ]

think pink [ Paradox; 0/2k ]

Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids [ Plot Bunny; 500/500 ]

project sidekick [ Plot Bunny; 500/500 ]

think pink [ Cheshire; 0/1k ]

the one where Kon's soulmark isn't fake [ Jan; 0/1k ]

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees [ Jan; 0/500 ]

Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids [ videogeek; 0/500 ]

mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some [ this-was-a-terrible-idea; 0/500 ]

alpha Jazz, a dark alley, and a very pretty omega [ yesdangerpls; 0/500 ]

the wet nurse omegaverse [ ZepysGirl; 0/500 ]

love potion number nine [ sakoku_decree; 0/500 ]

Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones [ definitelynotaminion; 0/500 ]

TBD x 3 [ EldritchRights; 0/3k ]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences:

YJ packs up and gets pupped [ windcalling; 60/60 ]

the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood's life [ miri_tiazan; 24/24 ]

the parasite [ Beatrice_Otter; 36/36 ]

the Gotham Kid [ anon; 200/200 ]

omega!Clark and hungry!Kon [ Ratherbeme; 0/50 ]

the wet nurse omegaverse [ qwertynerd97; 0/34 ]

Clark wakes up alive [ Jan; 100/100 ]

alpha Jazz, a dark alley, and a very pretty omega [ anon; 23/50 ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ 🦄; 60/60 ]

JayKon soulmates, TimKon datemates, and the wrong Superboy [ likemymask; 81/100 ]

hey I just met you, and this is crazy [ zephrbabe; 0/100 ]

weird amnesia TimBerKon [ Derpsheep; 0/60 ]

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! [ u-h-h-g-h; 0/40s ]

omega!Clark and hungry!Kon [ Nora; 0/24s ]

mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some [ dexdefyingstunts; 0/20s ]

Jason gets knocked up and accidentally goes home about it [ Kel; 0/30s ]

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees [ BernadetteHoule; 0/30s ]

assorted WIP Wednesdays [ kahlee; 14/14 fills ]

wet nurse OR 2-for-1 Kents [ qwertynerd97; 0/100s ]

YJ packs up and gets pupped [ UraniaChang; 0/6s ]

DPxDC events/challenges:

dpxdcbigbang [ 13.5k/5k ]

DPxDC Summer Exchange [ 200/1.5k ]

Women In Comics Mini Bang [ 900/3k ]

konbartzine work [ 0/3 pages inked ]

Invisobang [ claim submitted; released ]

A SECRET THIRD FOURTH DPxDC THING~ [ 0/5 ]

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 11/6/24, 12/4/24, and 12/18/24 (ones left behind only; others are on the other post)

Sentences under cut!

ones left behind for @wizisbored @quietly-sleeping @whimsicalmeerkat @aparticularbandit @kalira (x2)

@enigma-the-mysterious @stonemaskedtaliesin (x2) @sourb0i (x2) @auburnlaughter @catboy-jupiter

@asha10100101010 (x2) @lizhly @rainy-weather-supremacy @eriquin @twyrewolf

Darius pulls his palisman out of his hair. He gives Raine an expectant look until they summon their own staff. The fox palisman is fine. He blinks at Eber and Darius, probably unused to being seen on a staff. But the staff itself… is held together with glue and layers of tape. Because Raine smashed it. Eber still cannot believe they actually did that. “Can you even fly like that?” Darius asks skeptically. “Eda said it's fine,” Raine says. “It's a temporary fix, but it won't fall apart just from flying.” Well. Eber knows who they're riding with. “... I don't think I should take any passengers though,” the bard adds after an awkward pause. Ha! They thought not. Eber jumps onto Darius's shoulder, digging their claws in when he threatens to shake them off. “You shouldn't need to,” the man says. He sighs, giving up on dislodging Eberwolf. “If you're ready?” They leave, then. Eber watches and listens carefully, but they don't run into the Collector the whole way there. Unfortunately, they don't see any people, including the kids, either. Maybe once they're on the ground they can track them? Darius’s breath stutters as the Skull comes into view. It's easy to see why. Nearly a third of the Titan’s head is gone, rearranged into the crown of bone that floats above it. Pacing the uneven floor of the exposed skull cavity, Eber finally spots her. A snarling avian with four… three. Three legs, they realize, as the beast turns to screech at the approaching witches. Raine mentioned something about that, didn't they? Taking her branded arm off? Looks like it affected her cursed form as well. That's five fewer claws Eber needs to avoid, anyway. They touch down on the opposite side of the exposed cavern. Darius places Eberwolf on the floor and wisely gets out of the way. “We're just passing through,” Eber chirps. “Not looking for a fight.” It's only partly a lie. Eber doesn't want to have to fight Eda if they can avoid it. “Fuck off,” the beast roars back. … But they might not have the option to avoid it. Raine takes a step forward. “Eda?” They look directly at the beast, only breaking eye contact for a moment to glance down at her shortened leg. Dumbass. But a convenient dumbass. The beast is now fully focused on them. She charges at the bard as Darius wisely steps aside, giving Eber a chance to circle around behind her. “Eda. I know you're not going to hurt me.” The beast, unsurprisingly, continues rushing forward. She leaps over a large rock, wings flaring and forelegs extended to catch herself on the ground… but she's forgotten, or maybe isn't quite intelligent enough to understand, that she only has the one now. She stumbles. It slows her down just enough. Eber jumps on her back, pinning her wings so they won't break under the sudden weight of the net. And, yes, there IS a net. He summons the heaviest one he can manage and throws it over the both of them.

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (4/17/24)

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot

Working Title: A Protege's Trust (link to the tag)

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Lisa 'Badger' Compton

Rating: E (eventually, but not in this snippet)

Synopsis:

CIA operative Lisa Compton is assigned to the 141 - it's her responsibility to help Laswell coordinate infill and exfill, gather crucial intel for the team and provide plausible cover stories when they get into tight spots. There's one problem: Sgt. Garrick is the most insufferable, unprofessional, bull-headed boy she's ever worked with. Gaz's an immaculate soldier, ready to jump at Price's order and launch himself into the fray with his mind focused on one thing: completing the mission. But when Laswell assigns the new CIA operative 'Badger' to their team, he can't stop flirting with her, thinking about her soft curves and sharp wit more often than focusing on the job at hand. Laswell won't approve her transfer to another team. Price is threatening to bench him. Badger and Gaz won't talk to - let alone look at- each other. Ghost thinks Badger's nickname should be 'Insufferable Yank.' Soap wants them to fuck it out already.

AKA: This'n's a good ol enemies to [???] to lovers with a sprinkling of other tropes for good measure. (Something something Price/Gaz being mirrored in Laswell/Compton? 👀) Credit to @pfhwrittes for collabing and feeding the brainworms. Short snippet because I don't have much written yet, but the plot's simmering there.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Station Chief Laswell stood quietly in the corner of the briefing room, surveying the group seated in the briefing room. Her fingers idly tapped along the edge of her folder, watching operatives mutter alongside soldiers, the chatter covering the struggling projector on the table.

Captain Price rocked on his feet on the other side of the screen. “All right, settle in.” His voice snuffed out the conversations, chairs scuffling and people settling in the following silence. One last bark of laughter echoed across the space. “Garrick–”

“Sorry Sir.” 

Lisa huffed softly to herself as she caught Sergeant MacTavish punching Sergeant Garrick in the arm and the returned scowl.

At least one of the 141 seemed to want to take this seriously.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

🕊️ WIP Wednesday (7/24)🕊️

Hey guys. As you may have noticed, I'm losing my mind for weeks. And it's not getting better. So I am only taking five (5) this week. Sorry. Thank you. <3

Ps: if you think something is funny/touching/heartbreaking/anything, please god tell me in a comment. I’m begging. 🙏 And thanks to the sweeties who do comment you make my entire life. 🧡

1. Vampire Andrew AU 2. Guardian Angel Neil AU 3. Mafia Front Restaurant AU 4. Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU 5. Mer Roadtrip AU *click the links for masterposts for each au!

Here’s Mer Roadtrip (44):

“I was hoping to borrow some clothes. But if you’d rather not share, I can always rip the curtains down and fashion myself a kilt.” Andrew says sarcastically. But Abram looks alarmed at the idea.

“No. We need the curtains,” Abram says, not detecting the joke at all. “If they’re gone, people can see right in. They could find me."

“Then just give me something to wear, Abram. A shirt and a pair of shorts is just fine.”

Abram looks from Andrew to the beat up duffle bag on the chair a couple times, finally standing up to rummage through it. But instead of handing Andrew his least favorite outfit, he merely takes out a binder. Holding it to his chest, he hands the bag out to Andrew. 

“Take it with you. You can pick whatever you want.”