#Kalira answers

[kalira]

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween! A cosy Tachi (from beside me right this moment in fact) for you~

The porch light's on for Trick-or-Treats!

[mad-madam-m]

WIP Wednesday:

the 3 Sentence Ficathon!!

prompt #36!

The prompt is:

any, any, hair care (washing, brushing, braiding, go wild) 

And you get a Tiger & Bunny ficlet!

Tiger & Bunny, Kotetsu/Tomoe, Brushing

The hairbrush caught on a knot and pulled, and Kotetsu winced. "Sorry."

He couldn't see Tomoe's face, with her back turned toward him as it was, but the smile in her voice was audible. "It's all right. It didn't hurt."

He believed her—he did—but his eyes still flicked to the IV in her hand and the medicine that steadily dripped into the tubing. The last thing she needed right now was her husband yanking on her hair, even if it "didn't hurt."

[phlebaswrites]

So as someone who loves the game of playing K-Drama trope bingo (the game does vary for J-Dramas, Korean movies, etc. but also fun), I have to ask about the All the Tropes in Asian Drama story??? 👀

Aha! The idea for this spawned off this tumblr post, and I decided to write something for it, a story which eventually became The Past Cannot Be Cured.

However, there are just so many tropes, that I've kept the list around as a kind of ongoing prompt list. 😝

I'm considering the idea of running an event with them as prompts in 2024 actually...

[mikkimadison]

Write some Circus 2 - Airship Pirates for WIP Wednesday, please!

There wasn't any way he was going to get up to the roof before the rest of the explosives went off, but he could put as much distance between himself and them as possible. He'd just reached the fire escape door when someone grabbed his hand, and he heard, "Gotcha." Then the generator room disappeared.

[aparticularbandit]

inklings and The Thrall of Magic for WIP Wednesday please?

WIP Wednesday Game | Bearial and The Thrall of Magic

Here you go! I intentionally gave you extra sentences on Thrall, too, not just the three!

As if she knew what Agatha was thinking, Wanda says, very gently, “Agnes?”

Agatha swallows, brushes the pad of her thumb along Wanda’s lips one last time, and leans back.  “Keep your eyes closed, hon!  Here, hold onto me.”  She stands and helps Wanda to stand before leading her in front of Sarah’s tall mirror.  “Only you’ll have to do something with your hair, dear, because I…I couldn’t do anything about that.”

Not without you catching me out.

It’s the sharp intake of breath that gives Wanda away more than anything, the way her cheeks darken as she looks over herself, as she moves closer to the mirror, the breathless little way she murmurs, “Wow,” under her breath.  Her fingers run through her oily, stringy hair, cleansing it without a second thought, pulling it into much gentler waves.  She whispers it again, “Wow,” before turning to Agatha with wide emerald eyes.  “You made me beautiful.”

Now you see yourself the way I see you.

Agatha gives a little shake of her head.  “You’ve always been that, dear.  You just do a pretty good job of hiding it.”

[veteratorianvillainy]

We can't resist a 2-for-1, so how about Strident, with Jaeger War for shareable, please!

Thanks for the ask! Let's pretend it was from this last week, okay? XP Here are your shareable sentences

Jaeger War

Either the new pilots would work or she was absconding with her Rig and disappearing into the disputed territories. They would never find her out there. She would ensure it.

[zyrafowe-sny]

August 28th WIP Wednesday Game Answered Asks: Whumptober

Failed at actually sharing lines for far too long despite making progress. Oops.

@post-and-out

He saw the laser.

His sword answered.

It wasn't a conscious decision.

Threat identified -> corrective measure.

It was automatic, drilled into him for as long as he could remember.

@kalira I was barely a participant this year — only finished one fic — but oh well!

That's what was supposed to happen.

Except, what *had* happened was identifying *Ballister* as a threat. And there was no universe where Ballister of all people could be a threat. Mr. More-Noble-Than-Actual-Nobility.

@sourb0i

No universe in which Ballister would have attacked the queen. Except, he did. When the whole Kingdom was watching, either from coveted seats inside the Glorodome or on millions of screens at home and at watch parties.

@wizisbored

He gaped in horror at Ballister's arm falling, at his own arm that did it, at the crown, still rattling after the queen fell. After the *queen* fell.

And then the monitors above them fell as the laser in Ballister's arm shot up, and then Ballister was below.

Gone.

@aparticularbandit Absolutely failed at getting ahead, but oh well!

Ambrosius stared at the jagged hole, unsure if he should pursue and lead a search party or if he should stay around for debriefing. He should probably wait until a superior commander arrived, right? Or would that simply be the Director. She was right there.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

It’s a heavy day, but I’m trying to write so I can at least feel like I’ve pushed back in some way against the people who want to snuff out the things and people they don’t like. Sometimes that’s just doing something they would hate.

This very long set of sentences is from all of this can be broken, which has the working title ‘violence and gore’. People who requested the sentences below. These requests span three weeks. Putting the sentences behind a cut because there’s a whole bunch of them and they’re talking about incest.

@wizisbored x 2 @somefishycat x 2 @violet-prism-creatively x 2 @twyrewolf x 2 @auburnlaughter

@kalira @asha10100101010 @sourb0i x 2 @eriquin @circus-complex

@aparticularbandit @tiercell

They might be in a backwater, but despite the overgrown nature of the path they took to get here, the house Daemon leads Lucivar to is well-maintained. It's small, but everything is clean and in good repair. Lucivar isn't sure he would have noticed if it was a hovel, though. Not with the drugs coursing through his veins. They're starting to make it hard for him to think. Well, to think about anything beyond how restless he is.

He isn't expecting it when Daemon slams him against the door as soon as they cross the threshold and it swings shut behind them. He instinctively reaches for Daemon to change their position, but Daemon uses tendrils of psychic energy to bind Lucivar to the door. He's seen Daemon do this before, but never felt it. He wonders if it always feels like a caress, or if that is unique to them and the current situation. If it is unique, he wonders if it takes specific effort for Daemon to achieve the effect.

"You need to fuck," Daemon says, "and even if you wanted me to, I can't fuck you."

Lucivar stares at him for a moment, wondering why Daemon brought him to this out of the way place if he's just going to refuse to help him. Then Daemon's true meaning penetrates the haze.

"You mean--"

"You'll have to fuck me," Daemon says.

"Have you--" Lucivar starts to ask, before stopping. He doesn't need to finish that sentence to know the answer. Daemon would never have allowed himself to be that vulnerable. Lucivar can't quite believe he's suggesting it even now.

"Don't worry," Daemon says. "It might be my first time, but I won't ask you to be gentle, Prick."

Lucivar swallows, the idea appealing to him more the longer he thinks about it. It shouldn't. He knows it shouldn't. He and Daemon might not have been raised together like brothers, but that doesn't change that they are. He finds he doesn't care about that as much as he thinks he probably should. And fuck, he'd be lying if he said he'd never wondered what Daemon is like in bed. He'd never be so foolish as to ask, but that doesn't mean he hasn't wondered.

None of that makes it OK, though. Oh, not because of their blood relationship. No, Lucivar finds himself incredibly loathe to force Daemon to do anything he doesn't already want to do, and he's given no indication he actually wants to get fucked. Why would he? 

"Stop thinking so hard," Daemon says. "Do you really think this will be such a hardship compared to all of the things we've both had to do?"

"I don't want to do anything you'll regret," Lucivar says. "I especially don't want to do anything you'll regret doing with me."

"This isn't the hunting camps and I'm not a boy," Daemon says evenly.

Well, Lucivar can't really argue with that. He can't even argue that he wasn't thinking about his own experiences when he said that. He hates the mere thought of ever being like those men, but if Daemon is to be believed, he's the only one worried about that.

There's no reason for him to not believe Daemon on the matter. He certainly  has no reason to lie. He's also being unusually sincere. He's still poised, but he doesn't seem as polished as normal.

"Come on, Prick," Daemon says, "are you really going to tell me you'd rather risk death than fuck me?"

"Are you threatening to let me die instead of fighting me, Bastard?"

Daemon laughs. It's so unexpected, Lucivar finds himself staring, cock aching more than ever. Lucivar doesn't think he's ever seen Daemon genuinely, truly laugh.

"No," Daemon says. "I won't ever let you die if I can help it, but you know a fight between us could never be fair, don't you?"

Daemon watches Lucivar, wondering if he'll confirm Daemon's suspicions. He'll have to pick up on his meaning first, but Daemon doesn't think that will be a problem. Lucivar is intelligence in a way that makes people underestimate him, but Daemon has never made that mistake.

"You mean because of--" Lucivar says, eyes flicking to Daemon's right hand, then back to his face.

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 6/11

the heritance stuff was actually part of the last update on ao3 :)

the dissertation sentences mostly came from a 2-page appendix that doesnt actually count towards my wordcount at all. gotta love academic writing :/

blood red @twyrewolf, @enigma-the-mysterious, @eriquin, @somefishycat @whimsicalmeerkat, @loyal-house-of-lupin, @stonemaskedtaliesin, @kallisto-k

He doesn’t get an answer to that, the horse setting off without another word. It’s somewhat nerve-wracking, to trust the balance of a huge heavy horse over these rocks. At least she seems to be enjoying it. She’s bounding up and down slopes, wagging her tail like a dog and paying absolutely no mind to how much she’s bouncing him around on her back. There’s no clear path she’s following, as far as he can tell. That’s probably a good thing.

“So,” she says as she begins plodding across a relatively flat stretch, turning her head to glance back at him. “How much d’you know about this ghost town?”

“I thought you were scared of it?”

“Yeah, and? I still wanna know.”

He sighs, leaning back in the saddle. It’s something to talk about, at least. It takes him a moment to dredge up the memories; he and Ambrosius listened sincerely when the ladies talked, but there’s been a few more pressing things on his mind since then.

“I don’t remember the name,” he admits. “They didn’t really say much about it other than how it died. A vicar was murdered, decades ago, but apparently it’s not that clear who did it or why. Might’ve been a farmhand, maybe? But then, same night the vicar died, there was a fire. A big fire, and it was only a small town to begin with. Just getting itself established. I don’t know why they wanted to go there, they made it sound like there’s only ashes left.”

“Maybe it’s got something to do with why one shot the other and then pinned it on you?”

“Hm. Maybe. But on the bright side, they never mentioned any actual ghosts, so you should be safe.”

He leans forward to pat her neck, and she snorts.

dorm 4 @kalira, @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

“Oh, but Delia,” Lydia implores, all big eyes and worried voice and an incredible level of fakeness, “those are the omens my mother saw!”

That stops her short, just as intended. “Well- Lydia,” she continues after a moment, “when I talk about things happening for a reason, I’m not really talking about omens, I mean more like-”

“But it must mean something, right?! The exact same things she saw?”

“That’s not-”

“Oh, wait, no, we’re not allowed to talk about that, are we?"

heritance @tiercell, @shelfthe-reader, @tamsinswriting, @circus-complex

Emily named her. Emily loved her. She was supposed to be… Theirs.

Letter still clutched in his hands, Charles stands on shaking legs and makes his way back out of the office. He slips back into the homunculus’ room, watching from the doorway as the fast-asleep girl hugs the fast-asleep raccoon closer. Betelgeuse, he’s noticed, has started riding on her shoulder like he did Emily’s, though in much lighter forms. Mice or bugs, usually.  He’s even taught her to call him Beetlejuice - it’s been the easier name the children of Emily’s family learnt for generations, she still used it just to tease him sometimes. And now everyday he hears it from the mouth of her last creation.

When he first pulled the girl from the bathtub, Charles was terrified of living with her face. Nothing but the look of her, the shape of her features. But day after day, there’s something more. It’s not always something he can pin down, but his heart almost stopped the first time he heard her laugh.

The tiny girl sighs in her sleep, curling a little tighter around her familiar. Charles watches her for a moment more, and then looks down at the end of the note.

its not me @enigma-the-mysterious, @violet-prism-creatively @auburnlaughter, @zyrafowe-sny, @sourb0i

It feels wrong. Not that she’s usually particularly lightfooted, more that her body is supposed to feel exactly the way she intends it to. None of this full-body muscle fatigue shit.

She glares at the contents of the fridge, like it’s being difficult on purpose. She’s having a rare fit of appetite, but there’s nothing here that she can look at without thinking about how much it will hurt her throat to eat. It’s still burning from forcing down a handful of ibuprofen.

The fridge, it seems, is mocking her.

Before she can give up and skulk back to her room, a soft footfall sends a chill across her skin. Nimona turns immediately to stare at Ballister.

No, her head protests. Bad. Danger. Which is stupid, because that’s her boss.

“Oh, hey, Nim,” he says, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. “Feeling like eating today?”

“Throat’s still awful.”

“Ah. But you’re looking?”

“Mm.” She slams the door. “Nothing decent.”

He sighs. “Nimona, please.”

“What?”

“You haven’t eaten for days.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

She’s starting to drool now. Her mouth is flooded but it would hurt too much to swallow, so instead she wipes it on her tunic. Her clothes have changed; she‘s not much in the mood for chainmail right now, she formed this morning with a soft pink tunic and similarly soft and darker pink three-quarter trousers.

netherborne @quietly-sleeping, @asha10100101010 @1atteedge, @allofthebeanz, @kitten-kokomo

“For fuck’s sake-”

“They’re dead latches, I can’t do anything about them!”

He growls in frustration, but relents. Lydia sees Jock cringe slightly, clearly not too comfortable with letting him get so close.

“Where are the Maitlands?” she asks hesitantly. She doubts they’d be much calmer about managing five kids, but they’d probably be significantly less hostile.

“Still out looking for you.”

“Well, can you let them know I’m safe?”

“I will fucking get to it, Lydia. I’m doing you a favour here!”

“But-”

“Do you want me to get these cuffs off or not?!”

For the sake of the other girls, Lydia shuts up. This feels incredibly unfair. He’s pissed at her just because she didn’t want to wear a collar? Sure, the consequences of that action were dire, but she didn’t mean to get kidnapped!

[16woodsequ]

Community Wip Wednesday Response Oct 16/24

To anyone not in the know, I'm part of the wip wednesday community and made a post there. People in the group can comment to ask for more of the wips there. A recent poll indicated that people prefer to be tagged in a separate post with the snippets, so that's what I'll be doing here.

Dogs are the Best Judge of Character snippets for @quietly-sleeping, @somefishycat, @kallisto-k, @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin, @sourb0i, @wizisbored, @whimsicalmeerkat, @stonemaskedtaliesin

Relieved to have some direction, Bucky blows out a breath and gets started switching out Scrappy’s food. His nose wrinkles as he removes the can of wet dog food from the electric can opener that he'd gotten for his birthday this year. He’s never liked the smell of dog food, wet or otherwise, and he holds his breath as he scoops out a portion into Scrappy’s bowl.

He leaves that in the bathroom for a few more hours until the next feeding time, and when he checks, Scrappy still has yet to eat anything.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Bucky worries, glancing between the bowl and the dog that is currently pressed up as far from him as possible in the corner. “Are you feeling sick?”

Of course Scrappy can’t answer him, but he gives him a look that’s a mix of fear and reluctance. Like he knows what Bucky wants and knows he hasn’t done it. It’s amazing the amount of feelings a dog can portray with just its eyebrows and huge blue eyes.

Bucky takes the bowl back to the kitchen and washes it out while some of the patties he still had in the freezer defrost in the microwave. They’re already cooked, and he places two in the bowl, blowing on them to cool them down. He would put more in there, but he also doesn’t want Scrappy to eat himself sick. He knows the dog must be starving by now. 

Conscious of what Bethany had said about vitamins, he cuts up half an apple and after a quick google, a bit of carrot as well. Hopefully that’s good enough for today. He makes a mental note to dive deeper into cooking for dogs because he doesn’t want to be this stressed about Scrappy’s eating ever again. 

Faces on TV for @kalira, @auburnlaughter, @asha10100101010

Tony sits in the courtroom next to Steve, his arms folded, sunglasses down. The circus show outside the courthouse was expected, but miserable nonetheless. Everyone wants to get a piece of Captain America when he admits anything close to the words 'emotional distress’. The case is such a spectacle that the judge ruled it would be televised. Televised trials weren’t a thing in Steve’s time, and he’d privately ranted about it to Tony in the labs, but he and Natasha had done their best to prepare Steve for it. 

Of course, next to him, Steve is sitting stiff as a statue, looking every bit the impervious Captain America people expect him to be. Tony hates that, but he knew this trial would be difficult the moment it first came up. 

Trauma kid fic for @cataclysmic-writer, @zyrafowe-sny, @tamsinswriting, @1attheedge

Her gaze shifts to Tony. “He needs some clothes.”

“Clint’s getting some,” Tony mutters a little sullenly, his bitten finger still clasped tight in one hand. 

Well at least that’s being taken care of. Natasha gives Bruce his turn, her mind focused on dealing with this one step at a time. It’s easier that way, because the other option is sitting in paralyzed shock over Steve’s state, which isn’t an option. 

“Bruce? What’s his situation?”

Bruce sighs and gestures vaguely. “JARVIS was able to scan him when we came in, but other than that I haven’t been able to really examine him, since he’s been–” he waves at the crevasse Steve has wedged himself in. “But, from the scans, he doesn’t seem to have the serum. Of course, we can’t know if it’s still there, or dormant, or whatever happened to it without a blood test—”

There’s a soft whimper from under the table, and Bruce winces.

[kalira]

omgsh just saw your pinned this is such a fun idea!!! trick or treat 🎃🎃🎃

^.^ Happy Halloween! 🖤🦇 I'm definitely having fun! XD

A very Cool Lounging Tachi for you!

The porch light's on for Trick-or-Treats!

[mad-madam-m]

I will be terribly predictable and go for Trevor Goes Back for the WIP Wednesday Game? *eyes*

"Stop whining like an infant." Alucard nudged him with his toe. "Or should I carry you into the castle like one?"

Trevor recalled Alucard carting him around the castle the night before like he was some kind of blushing bride, and sat up, his cheeks hot. "I can walk."

"Good." Alucard turned away from him. "I have plans for you later."

Trevor choked on nothing. "Come again?"

"Plans for later," Alucard repeated. "But first, dinner."

(WIP Wednesday! On Thursday! And maybe Friday!)

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 10/16/24 (with a few bonus sentences from 10/9/24's backlog!)

marble wall 2 for @loyal-house-of-lupin @kallisto-k @quietly-sleeping @violet-prism-creatively @adhdavinci

@creative-girl

Each of them orders something different, and they all share so everyone can try different things. And they each get an eye scream, of course. They don't have eyes in them, though. Now that he thinks about it, Gus didn't see any eyes in this whole store… Well. Everyone eats except Hunter. That's nothing new, but then he so casually mentions that he'd never actually had eye scream. It makes Gus sad again. Luz starts to say something, but quickly shuts up when her mom approaches. She silently hands her the remaining half of her giant soft pretzel. “Ready?” Camila asks, finishing the snack. “The next bus should be here soon.” The stuff in the basket is now in plah-stick bags, so they can each carry some in addition to their bags of clothes. It's a lot. Gus kind of gets, now, why Camila insisted on only the most essential items for today. They feed the transport demon some more snails and Camila tells its trainer where to take them. And then they go back home. At least as close as they can get to home, now.

marble wall 3 for @asha10100101010 @wizisbored @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @twyrewolf @tamsinswriting (x2)

@sourb0i

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be too late. This is something that Hunter should probably say now. “Great,” he says instead. “Looking forward to that.” Oh well. He's sure the rest of them can choose something nice without him there. Willow… Willow has to be good at that, right? “And… what do we say?” Vee asks. “I think we're supposed to talk about what a great person you were? Is that how this works? I've never actually… been to a funeral before.” And she probably wouldn't have much good to say about him. She barely knows him, except as the Golden Guard. That's fine. He thinks he'd rather not hear everyone talk about him like that anyway. It's weird, and wouldn't feel as genuine, probably. “I'd rather you not, I think. Not while I can hear it? I'm right here. Don't talk about me like I'm not right here.”

ones left behind for @whimsicalmeerkat @kalira (x2) @zyrafowe-sny @aparticularbandit (x2) @enigma-the-mysterious

“As touching as your concern is,” he says, refusing to be intimidated by Raine Whispers, “I assure you, I have thought this through. I want to find them as much as you do. And we need to know what happened to Belos. We don't have a convenient spirit to question anymore.” He doesn't explain, doesn't need to explain, why he didn't do so when he had the chance. He probably wouldn't have gotten a coherent answer without an Oracle witch assisting. (Admittedly, he didn't really try that hard, either. Perhaps Steve would have been enough?) “If you're sure. And if Eber agrees.” Darius is fairly sure Eber has been listening in for a while. If they had any objections, they'd have interrupted by now. A furry orange head pokes through the doorway. Eberwolf grins. Excellent. Whatever they find out there, they'll be ready.

@1attheedge @eriquin @auburnlaughter (x2) @stonemaskedtaliesin @post-and-out (x2)

@asha10100101010

Talking isn't really Eberwolf’s thing. Nor is drinking poisoned apple blood. Listening to the other two dumbasses make fools of themselves, though? Of course he's doing that. He plays with Darius's scroll, too. The man left it unlocked when he tossed it aside, a choice Eber intends to make him regret. He's just finished changing the background to a rather lovely picture of Odalia Blight when the scroll dings. Someone is messaging Darius? Interesting. Eber reads the message, of course. If Darius wanted them to stay out of his conversations, he shouldn't have left his scroll open. It's not from Alador Blight, unfortunately. That would have been fun. Instead it's that Porter guy on the crystal? I know we haven't spoken in a long time, the message reads, but I noticed your crystal ball is disconnected. I'm sorry. Eber doesn't reply. Darius probably wouldn't. Here's a summary of today's report. I heard you were working with Eda; you might find some of it relevant. Any information you may have regarding the whereabouts of my son would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Eber waits a few more minutes, but that's it. They reply, :(, and then open the attached page. There's some stuff about Eda. That she's still out there, they knew that. A retraction of the report from a week ago accusing her of murdering the kid, that's new. And some other things Eberwolf doesn't really care about. You're not Darius.

[mikkimadison]

I Want That Twink Obliterated for WIP Wednesday, please!

"You can't kill me," the frog whispered. "I'm not actually a frog!" Tobias glanced around to make sure the headmistress wasn't watching him; he'd be tossed into the dungeons for the night if he weren't careful. He was imprisoned either way but at least the upstairs came with two blankets, torn and thin as they were. "The fact that you look exactly like a frog begs to differ."

[aparticularbandit]

The Thrall of Magic for WIP Wednesday, please!

WIP Wednesday Game | The Thrall of Magic

Here you go! Enjoy!

And thanks for asking!! :D

But as she continues to run her fingers up Wanda’s body, as Wanda flinches beneath her, Agatha can’t stop thinking about it.  It’s like it’s on the tip of her tongue, what it was like, but she just can’t—

“There.”

Agatha realizes just how close she’s drawn to Wanda as the unflattering scarlet hoodie finishes shifting into the cream sweater dress she’d designed.  One corner of her lips curves upward.  “That’s finished, hon.  You can open your eyes.”

[veteratorianvillainy]

Superpowered Cowboys for WIP Wednesday, please!

Thank you so much for asking! Let's pretend I was timely XP

Superpowered Cowboys

Jexper snorted out a wordless noise, part offense and part derision.  Wildon raised a single brow. "Do you really want to pretend this is the best you could do?"