#4-24-24 WIP Wednesday

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4-24-24 WIP Wednesday Closed | Math Nerd AU

Neil laughs, "I guess I can't deny that." he says before Andrew hears the sound of a door sliding open and he wonders if Neil has gone out to look at the stars. "Do you see the two stars right below the moon?" he asks.

Andrew doesn't.

"Yeah."

"So connect those two with the four that make a curling line. That's the celestial fishing hook."

"Neil."

"You said to make something up."

[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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[aalinaaaaaa]

2024 Tumblr Top 10

1. 102 notes - Apr 12 2024

Earlier this year, I decided to renovate my introduction post (the other one was getting a bit old!). But honestly, April feels like an eternity ago, I forgot I posted it this year

2. 32 notes - Dec 24 2024

A year summary in a year summary... wrapped in a gift box, if you will ;)

(The linked one is more comprehensive, it goes over the major highlights of my year. This top 10 post seems to be October-December focused for the most part)

3. 32 notes - Dec 1 2024

This is the post where I announced my plans for December, in that I would be reblogging all my Flash Fiction Friday pieces with behind-the-scenes stuff and deleted snippets. Now that all my pieces for this year have been reblogged, I can say I enjoyed doing it this year and I will probably do it again in the future :D

4. 28 notes - Dec 17 2024

Lol, not an Arcane meme shooting its way into my top 10 posts in such a short space of time 👀 (pun not intended, lol)

Anyway, it’s spoilery for late season 1/early season 2, click with caution...

5. 27 notes - Feb 17 2024

Blue Moon — Callabiem finds cracks in the moon and takes it upon herself to investigate what’s going on before the moon shatters entirely.

6. 25 notes - Nov 29 2024

Pride of Lines Tag — For this tag game, I put in a snippet deriving from this piece I did for Flash Fiction Friday

7. 24 notes - Nov 19 2024

This is the height comparison tag I made for the cast of Obsidian Sapphires, I had fun making it :D

8. 23 notes - Oct 23 2024

WIP Wednesday — The snippet is part of the first things I wrote for Obsidian Sapphires after waking up one morning with the solution to a glaring plot-hole. One could say the acolyte is stuck between rocks and a hard place...

9. 23 notes - Nov 14 2024

Proud of Tag — One of the fragments of what I have affectionately dubbed ‘the angsty pining scene’. I love this scene to bits (call me biased, lmao), especially the last line Cerigo says in this particular fragment.

10. 21 notes - Oct 22 2024

Out of Context Line Tag — I have come to realise that Eshani gets a bunch of snappy lines throughout Obsidian Sapphires. I love that for her <3

Created by TumblrTop10

Seeing as most of this is tag games, I’m going to make this into a tag game too! To all those tagged here, plus anyone reading this who wants to give it a go (here’s your open tag), click the link in ‘tumblrtop10′ and share your top 10 posts for the year!

@bardic-tales @honeybewrites @thebookishkiwi @seastarblue @thepeculiarbird @the-golden-comet @space-writes @mysticstarlightduck @winterandwords @finickyfelix @wintherlywords @ruvastuon @cljordan-imperium @druidx @avrablake @flock-from-the-void @angelfevr @thatndginger @anyablackwood

[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.

[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! :))

[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.

[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)

[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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[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

[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 ]

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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 ]

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

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

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Women In Comics Mini Bang [ 900/3k ]

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Invisobang [ claim submitted; released ]

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

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WIP Wednesday!!!

thank you for the tag, @slimybeth69 🥰

i foolishly shared a WIP yesterday because i thought yesterday was Wednesday…I’ve completely lost sense of time— that’s what I get for travelling internationally twice within 4 days.

ANYWAY— since i already shared one — which is a one shot that i am writing for @marilovespedro — i figured I’d repost it AND share a snippet of something that slimybeth has been helping me with!

both of these are works in progress and are in the first stage of writing — please forgive any crappy sentences or spelling errors!

Counting Sheep — Jackson!Joel Miller X Eldest Daughter Reader

To say the last few weeks had been difficult would be a major understatement. Things in Jackson had been…tense. With the changing seasons brought a wave of infected, raging clickers hidden deep in the woods, new runners appearing out of nowhere, and raiders. So. Many. Of. Them. You could sense their desperation as winter crept it’s way closer, the delicate kiss of frost on the grass in the mornings and the plumpness of the critters, fattening themselves up for a long rest in the outside wood. Supplies in Jackson was starting to dwindle, forcing the residents to become more resourceful and daring on their outings. They couldn’t risk a major raider or clicker attack, it would leave them destitute, for supplies and citizens. To try and minimize the damage, they had everyone pitching in, 24-hour patrol, eyes high and low on high alert. If you weren’t on patrol, you were out scouting and foraging for supplies to help prepare for winter. 

Your body was tired. The kind of exhaustion that weighed heavy in your bones, tugging an ache out of every joint at the end of the day, your eyes growing darker and darker as the days grew shorter. The instant relief you felt when you kicked your heavy boots off at the end of the day was like no other, instantly feeling lighter. This is when you hoped sleep would carry you off in her blissful arms, gently closing your eyes and sending lazy sheep your way, to count as you drifted off. 

But sleep does not come.

The rare time that sleep has come, she has appeared as a sinister, insidious version of herself, taunting you with fear, chasing you with panic, and brutally torturing you with pain, always waking you unkindly in a soaking wet frenzy, heart racing and mind unable to differentiate between reality and fiction.

Yet tonight, she simply does not come at all. Maybe that is for the best, at least you know this is real. Your frustration and fatigue is very real, so real that it brings real tears to your eyes because all you really want is to fucking sleep!

Tossing and turning among messy sheets; the bed is too hot. now it’s too cold! Now my arm is numb. Fuck! Did I lock the door? should I check? but what if Joel comes by after his shift and it’s locked? Oh my god, what if Joel doesn’t come back from his shift? 

Joel. 

God, Joel was sturdy. Like an aged willow, he could weather any storm. The marks and scars etched into the bark of his skin were proof of his tenacity and determination to survive. 

He immediately stepped up to be Tommy’s right hand man, coordinating plans and dividing patrol teams to help cover the growing need of surveillance. Most nights, Joel was up on the wall reporting back to Tommy or on horseback out in the woods. Joel was brave, even when he didn’t feel like he was. This growing exhaustion and frustration was not lost on Joel, this tedious time weighed heavy on his shoulders and mind. His voice had grown rugged and brash, quicker to pull the verbal trigger on anyone who questioned his authority, or simply looked at him the wrong way. 

However, he would never raise his voice with you. He knew better. 

2. Don’t Turn Around (title is still a work in progress) Jackson!Joel Miller POV

Joel’s body groaned awake, the sneaking rays of sun gently climbing through his shaded windows, caressing the fine lines that rested on his face. With a groan, he slowly moved out of bed, stretching his neck and back after a long night of rest. 

Today was an average day for Joel; a simple shift at the stables, minding the horses and mending whatever was in need of mending at the barns, then a pit stop at The Tipsy Bison on his way home.

Things had been quiet since Ellie left. He hadn’t quite found a way to mend the whole she left in his heart. While Tommy and Maria made an effort to include him socially, or pop over for visits with his nephew, the young child reminded him too much of the children he lost. His time in Jackson has softened him, allowing that small glimmer of hope to shine in his chest that maybe, just maybe, he would see Ellie again. That she would come back to him. That she would forgive him. But hope is futile. 

As Joel made his way out the door, he noticed the weathered guitars that sat by the front, covered in a thin layer of dust, yearning to be strummed once more. Isn’t that how Orpheus died? Strummin’ ‘n cryin’ til the gods put him outta his misery? Joel thinks to himself, turning away from the lonely instruments and heading down his front porch. 

He could remember it clear as day— Sarah had come racing in the door with a new book from the school library. A tattered novel filled with Greek myths and photos of ancient ruins. She would spend hours explaining the myths and lessons behind them to Joel, a hot topic of discussion at breakfast. 

“What kinda idiot looks back!?” She scolded the God, baffled how he could have failed his relatively easy and simple promise to Eurydice. 

“Maybe he loved her so much, that he couldn’t help it? He had to see her?” Tommy shares as he takes a bite of his toast. Joel shot him a look of confusion, eyebrow raised and a scowl forming on his lips, resulting in an innocent shrug from Tommy. 

”What! You ain’t ever love a gal so much you couldn’t not look at ‘er?” He laughs, his words striking Joel right in the chest. 

He had. While it was not romantic love, that is exactly how he felt about Sarah from the moment she was born. When he first held her in his arms, he knew that she would be the love of his life, he had never felt a love like this before, not even for her mother. Joel would go to hell and back for Sarah, make a deal with any devil, but he also knew that if she had been stripped from him like Eurydice, he would look. He couldn’t bare not to see his girl. That would kill him. 

Joel felt his heart ache for his lost girls. The ones he couldn’t save. He understood that bastard Orpheus now. That all-consuming grief and to have felt it not once, but twice? It was nearly unbearable. If he could, Joel too would lament forever, sitting on his porch with his guitar, letting the strings weep the tears Joel refused to shed.

But Joel had to keep walking. He had to. He couldn’t listen to the tears and cries from the past, look back and rewatch the horrors and death behind him, be reminded of his failures, his inability to save them. If that small glimmer of hope said anything to Joel, was that he had to keep walking through if he had any chance of saving things with Ellie. He learned his lesson. He couldn’t look back.

ngt: @honeyedmiller @evolnoomym

thank you to @saradika-graphics for creating this adorable banner!

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wip wednesday sentences for 18/12/24

the running iron @thevagabondexpress @asha10100101010 @laneboyheathens

“You two are going to take this car down to the crew at the end of the line. Easy job, just follow the track. Understood?”

Beetlejuice grunts. The filly just stares.

“Hey, kid?” he calls across the track. “You ever started a cart before?”

Her wide eyes snap over to him. “No,” she says quietly.

“Right. I’m gonna count us in, and on three you’re gonna put your weight into that collar and get us moving.”

be right back @kalira @spindoctor3875

“I’m not supposed to let anyone see this.”

“Yeah, well, as far as the rest of the Kingdom is concerned I’m dead,” Nimona counters. “Can’t spill government secrets to a dead guy, right? Plus I probably already know everything in there, I just wanna see what you’ve got.”

He seems to ponder this for a moment. “...I guess it’s only fair that I at least tell you as much as I’ve told Ballister,” he concludes.

its not me @eriquin @auburnlaughter @tamsinswriting @somefishycat

Nimona would swallow, if she was still capable of swallowing. Instead she wipes the drool from her chin. Her phone is already shaking in her hands.

What kind of important?

The typing indicator reappears, and proceeds to bounce around in the corner of her screen for an inhumanely long handful of seconds.

Medical and legal.

Nimona stares at that for a long moment. Is it just her head, or is that incredibly ominous?

Not really but I’m not getting any okayer

Is that a yes on talking now?

I guess.

A knock on the bedroom door startles Nimona back into reality. She sinks a little further under her duvet.

blood red @twyrewolf

As soon as he’s on she’s walking, and not wanting her to start complaining he immediately draws his gun, finding the action a lot more comfortable now he’s got a saddle under him.

“That bush there,” she says, nodding towards the vegetation. “That’s your first target.”

dorm 4 @rainy-weather-supremacy @meggiejolly @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @whimsicalmeerkat @sarosthewizarddude @catboy-jupiter

You’ve had fifteen years. You should be the best person left alive at this.

“Fine,” she says instead. “If it’s such a struggle, I’ll put you out of your misery.” And she hangs up. Briefly, she hears her dad calling her name from behind the door, but she’s already turning the music up even louder. Prudence and Bertha are still on the group chat, she can see new notifications popping up, but neither recounting her argument with her dad nor pretending it didn’t happen sound all that pleasant. So she puts her phone down, stares up at the ceiling, and tries to let the music drown out any thought she could have.

Of course, the thoughts get through anyway. Shouldn’t she want her dad to say he missed her? He thought about her while she wasn’t around, isn’t that the kind of thing that’s supposed to make people feel all warm and fuzzy? It proves he actually cares, right? No, she decides, because it still doesn’t feel like he cares. Why should she care if he missed her while he told Delia how she cried in chapel? How’s she supposed to appreciate him wanting to see her if he’s just going to palm her off on her life coach? He made her come home because he wants to see his kid, she decides, rather than wanting to spend time with her. There’s a difference. She should tell him that next time he knocks on the door.