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[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @everlastingday @henrygrass @nisbanisba @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @carlossreaders

An idea for a future/Jonah fic merged with Ranch Fic which I believed I've shared a bit of before. It won't leave my head. Here is a snippet from a chapter in which Jonah starts preschool and brings home a gift in the form a stomach bug they all get to take their turn with. Look how happy the little guy is with himself.

Thus this snippet is also me jumping aboard the Carlos Sickfic train whoo Niz you're still the captain and the driver I'm just joining the ride for a bit! Warnings for descriptions of nausea and a mention of throwing up but no more than those exact words.

He kind of wants to check in on Jonah and TK, wants to say goodbye to Jonah before he leaves for half the day but his eyelids are already drooping and the nausea still sits on the edge of his consciousness. He feels like he has a small window of time wherein if he just moves very little and goes to sleep soon he might be able to skip the next bout of nausea.

His wish is granted anyway as the bedroom door opens, Jonah entering first along with TK’s voice reminding him to be gentle, TK himself emerging last.

“He wanted to show you the dragon he chose,” TK says as Jonah climbs carefully up the bed to sit next to Carlos.

“Hey Jonah," Carlos says, fighting to keep his eyes open as he pushes Jonah’s bangs away from his forehead. He’s gonna need a haircut again soon. “Did you choose a good one?”

“Look!” Jonah says, pulling at the hem of his shirt and puffing his chest out, proudly showcasing the pink dragon on the front.

“Wow, mijo, that’s a really good choice,” Carlos says, making Jonah beam up at TK at the confirmation that they chose right.

“Are you gonna wear your pajamas to work, Carlos?” Jonah parrots TK from earlier. He does that a lot these days. Sometimes it makes him say weirdly wise things that sound way too adult coming from his four year old voice which always makes Carlos laugh.

“Carlos gets to stay home and sleep some more, because he’s sick, remember? Just like you stayed home when you were sick.”

“Did you throw up?” Jonah asks, turning to Carlos with wide eyes. He looks a mix between concerned and intrigued.

“Yeah, but just like you I’ll feel better again in no time,” Carlos reassures with a out upon smile. He hopes he's right.

“Do you want an ice pop?” Jonah asks, remembering that had made him feel better.

“Maybe later,” Carlos smiles at him. “But that was a nice thought, mijo. Thank you.”

Jonah looks like he’s thinking hard trying to come up with something else that will magically heal Carlos. He’s so sweet and caring, just like his brother. TK interrupts him before he can suggest any more remedies, heartwarming as they are.

“Okay, buddy,” TK says. “Time for breakfast I think, so we can get to preschool on time.”

“Can we make omelets?” Jonah asks, sufficiently distracted. Carlos usually lets him ‘help’ when he makes omelets in the morning and Jonah loves being delegated with small but very important tasks.

TK chuckles. “Sure. I don’t know if I can make them as good as Carlos though,” he says. “You’ll have to ask him for the secret ingredient.”

“What’s the secret ingredient Carlos?” 

Another time Carlos will tell Jonah how to make his favorite omelet, but right now Carlos can’t bear the thought of pronouncing the word of any food related item. “Love,” he says instead, ruffling Jonah’s hair, trying not to show that even the act of lifting his arm feels like a tremendous effort. Jonah frowns for a moment before he giggles like Carlos just said a super silly thing.

“Love? You can’t put love in an omelet Carlos!”

“Sure you can,” Carlos says. “You just have to make the omelet for someone you love and that’s how you put love into it.” He doesn’t know where the spontaneous pocket philosophy comes from and he hopes he hasn’t made a mistake in case the omelet TK and Jonah whip up for some reason isn’t to Jonah’s liking.

Kids don’t think that deep, he tells himself. Jonah will probably have forgotten about it in the time it takes them to go from the bedroom to the kitchen. And besides he fully trusts TK’s abilities when it comes to cooking. 

His jumbled overthinking is interrupted by Jonah making his heart grow two sizes and do a little dance in his chest. “Then we have to make some for Carlos too TK! So we can put love in it!”

Unfortunately his stomach seems inspired by his heart to start matching its little dance routine. Thinking anymore about omelets, let alone one being made for him that he has to eat, isn’t helping. He feels his little window of time starting to close as the nausea begins tauntingly closing back in on him. Luckily TK seems to read it on his face. Or maybe he’s just turning visibly green.

“We’ll make some for him to save for later,” he says. Planting a soft kiss to Carlos forehead he tells him “You should try to finish that glass of water though, if you can. I’ll bring you a new one before we leave.”

Turning back to Jonah he says more loudly, "Now, can you say bye to Carlos so we can let him sleep?” to Carlos he says softly “You look ready to, baby.” 

Carlos only hums in response.

Jonah rises up from his knees on the bed, putting him at eye level with Carlos as he wraps his little arms around his neck. “Bye, Carlos. Feel better,” he says before turning back to TK, putting his arms in the air to be lifted off the bed.

Carlos musters his last energy for a sincere “Bye Jonah. I love you,” But Jonah has apparently already moved on, or rather back to discussing what to put into the omelet, beside love.

“And ham,” he says as TK lifts him under the armpits and sets him back on the floor.

“And cheese!” he says, “And eggs and pepper and-” 

“Okay buddy,” TK interrupts quickly, sending Carlos an apologetic wince before quickly ushering Jonah out of the bedroom, as he keeps listing ingredients. 

Once the door is closed behind them, Carlos takes a few steadying breaths, the nausea thankfully retreating back to the peripherals. Having learned to listen to TK when it comes to medical advice, he sips the water until the glass is almost empty before he gingerly lays down, foregoing his own freshly clean pillowcase in favor of TK’s, and pulling their shared blanket up and over his body. He shifts a little to make himself as comfortable as he can and then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t hear when TK creeps in half an hour later to replace the near empty glass of water, or the front door opening and closing as they leave to drop Jonah off at preschool.

OPEN TAG

And tagging @herefortarlos @emsprovisions @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @ironheartwriter

@bonheur-cafe @ladytessa74 @sapphic--kiwi @literateowl @lemonlyman-dotcom

@rangersoup @theghostofashton @everlastingday @henrygrass

@freneticfloetry @liminalmemories21 @carlossreaders @chicgeekgirl89

@the-126-family @goodways @carlos-in-glasses @whatsintheboxmh @tailoredshirt

@nisbanisba @nancys-braids @your-catfish-friend @rmd-writes @goldenskykaysani

@captain-gillian @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @tellmegoodbye

@carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @pimento-playing-hopscotch @firstprince-history-huh @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@never-blooms @lightningboltreader @welcometololaland

I finally made a taglist so lmk if you want to be removed from it or added to it!:)

[dreamtigress]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a snippet from Chapter 1 of Vakantie, my Kanej vacation fic where they take a trip to Kaz's childhood home for the first time. He's set up layers of security measures to protect the secret of the farm, including different aliases, which Inej is just finding out about. Fun trivia: Their cart horse for the trip is named after one of my amazing Beta readers.

Inej stared at her identification as they headed south. She pondered the alias, noticing that his was rather obviously a nod to Matthias. Inge was close enough to Inej. Even if Inge wasn’t a Suli name. They both shared Kaz’s original surname of Rietveld. I doubt he set these up as siblings.

“Wait, Kaz… how long have you had alter egos set up for us that are married?”

“No comment.” He pointedly gazed at Tessia’s rump.

She glared at the side of his head. “Avoiding the question won’t keep me from asking again.”

He sighed, “Since the last time I transferred ownership of the farm.” 

Wait. The farm’s in these names? Now she had even more questions. He’d still not answered the first one, however. “That still didn’t answer the question, Kaz.”

He looked off into the distance, his answer quiet, “Right after you left on The Wraith the first time.”

“Over two years!?” Inej realized she’d raised her voice when birds in a nearby field spooked and flew off. Their palomino mare was remarkably unfazed.

Kaz looked at her now, a bit of defiance on his face, “If anything happened to me… I needed to make sure the farm would be in good hands. You would’ve been notified of your inheritance upon return to Ketterdam.”

She glowered at him, eyebrows raised, “Did that require us to be married?”

He blinked, and she noted the tiniest flush in his already sun warmed skin. “It was the easiest way to set up the inheritance, and give you the ability to own land in Kerch.”

“Kaz Brekker, you don’t fool me for a second. You set up false identifications, forged documents, and convoluted schemes like most people put on socks, and you want me to believe you went with the easiest way to do something?” By the time she’d reached the last word, she was nearly shouting.

“Inej, I…”

“Married for over two years! And you didn’t tell me. Not once. Not even this summer!”

“It’s on paper for our aliases…”

“It’s so obviously more than that!”

“What… what would you like me to say here?” Kaz sounded ready to placate her, whatever it took.

Soft tagging these fine folks if they have anything they'd like to share: @sparklepocalypse, @tinyarmedtrex, @intosnarkness, @cameliawrites, and @hotpinkmurex.

[ravipanikking]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by my beloveds @wildlife4life @wh0re-behavi0r and @hoodie-buck tysm babes!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵

Here's a little bit of a buddie childhood friends to lovers au that I started months ago but I wanna go back on it

Evan doesn't really have friends his age.  But that's okay because he has Maddie, the best sister in the entire world and his bestest best friend.  He also has books. And not the ones he has to read in school – he has a hard time focusing on those – but the ones he picks out from the library whenever Maddie takes him. Plus there's his favorite CD's he loves to listen to drown out the loud silence whenever Maddie's working. He also likes to skateboard.  He's got plenty to do. He doesn't need friends.  But the thing is, he wants them. He tried to befriend his old classmates but they always give him these looks like he's not wanted, the same ones his parents give him during those times he doesn't get himself hurt. And when he tries to get hurt in front of them like he does with his parents, they just make fun of him.  He just wants a friend. And that's why he's determined to make friends at his new school.

It feels like everybody's done this and I don't remember all who writes but I'm gonna tag: @lover-of-mine @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @kxsslikerealpeopledo @barbiediaz anyone else who wants to do this!

[mudboyman]

Light answers a tough question

[atinymexicanbird]

Ark siblings in all universes 🪐

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[mag-notta]

wip comic based off a tumblr post i saw the other day

[butcher-my-name]

[soaptaculart]

The cat and the dad she said she "didn't want"

[blabberoo]

crazzyyyyy... im actually going nuts with this hhhh bill you broke my hand

full roughs and audio in kofi :)

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[arczism]

hunt or be hunted 🌆

[jarbaje-dump]

WIP, a mix of a spider and snake's mouth slapped onto a torso. the colors are there to code each section of the mouth, they're not the final colors

[ravipanikking]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by my beloved @honestlydarkprincess tysm babe 💙💙💙💙💙💙

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

I have way to many old WIP's, so I'm just gonna do some of them (and this time I'm adding other fandom fics as well)

911

buddie vampire + witch au

Buddie and Madney Married I'm Vegas

Buddie "Platonic" Big Family AU

Buddie Double Date S7

Dad!Buck S7

Buddie Ghost Angst

Madney Speak Now AU

two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Firstprince

King Henry

Firstprince P&P AU

Lokius

Lokius Family Meets Thorjane Family

Lokius Modern Royalty AU

No pressure taggging: @wh0re-behavi0r @monsterrae1 @eddiediazisascorpio @elvensorceress @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @giddyupbuck @lover-of-mine @housewifebuck @theheartofthe118 @madneyslifeline @barbiediaz and anyone else who wants to do it!

[stormy-skyzzzzzz-art]

ppl rly liked the damian + batcow doodle so I coloured it in!!!