#thanks kedreeva!

[labelleizzy]

what happens at stark tower stays at stark tower for wip wed please?

Thank you for asking about that one, it's been languishing in my files for literally years. And your ask kicked my ass to finally put something up on AO3 for it. It's chunky and bullet pointy, but it's something, and it's HERE.

[planeoftheeclectic]

TFP tradsies! Except I'm skipping this week to edit a bang fic

TFP tradsies!! I've reached a part I can share again! Almost done with the chapter, even! Here you go!

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"One hopes it will hold."

"Well, from what I can tell, he seems like a man of integrity."

"Hmph. Then let us trust that your judgment is sound, Lieutenant. Now come along."

[anonymousdandelion]

The Un-Celestial Choir please!

For the WIP Wednesday game — more asks are welcome!

“Hello,” he said doubtfully, wary of being too genial in case it turned out the reason she looked familiar was that she had been a customer.

“I’m Jenny. We met at choir rehearsal... you came a couple weeks ago, right?”

(@poetic----nonsense look, I'm finally poking again at that fic I owe you :D)

[kalira]

"Photoshoot Pounces✧" please!

Thanks! Catching up from yesterday!

Sukea took another photo from that angle, but kept moving - and so did they, Kakashi smoothing a hand up Sakura’s back, then down again, flirting over her hip, as she stepped away. Sakura flashed a smile and trailed her fingers over Kakashi’s collarbone, then caught hold of his robe and led him to the bed. Sukea moved to a better angle and smothered his amusement as Kakashi swept Sakura up into his arms, only for her to stop him before he could complete the movement with a tumble onto the bed.

[aparticularbandit]

"The Thrall of Magic" again!

WIP Wednesday Game

I have tried to maintain formatting, but it isn't entirely exact, and that's...on tumblr. I TRIED.

It isn’t Agatha’s job to save every foolhardy witch who throws magic against the wall and plays around with whatever sticks.  She hasn’t been paid to come here; she wants to know the technical answer to how Wanda set this mess up; she didn’t come to babysit a witch who honestly should know better than to try something on this scale and who should never have been able to accomplish it in the first place without intricate knowledge of magic that Agatha has never seen.

But that’s the problem of the whole thing, isn’t it?  That if Wanda needed such an intricate knowledge of magic to pull this off, then she had to know exactly what she was doing and exactly how she was hurting each and every resident in Westview, had to know exactly what she’d been doing to Agatha when she’d tried to enforce that script onto her—

If Wanda knows all of that, if Wanda is continuing to intentionally subject each and every person here to this apparently not unimaginable torture, then no, she absolutely is not worth saving.

                    How’d you even do this?

                    I don’t know how I did it.  I only remember feeling completely alone.  Empty.  Just endless…nothingness.

Agatha stares at the feed.  It’s different than trying to see things through Fietro’s eyes; this is edited, cropped, exactly the way that Wanda intends for it to be seen.  Her expression isn’t any different, but staring at her….

Here, in the comfort of her basement, covered with her own protection spells (much more thorough than the simple basic one she’d learned as her first spell), away from Wanda’s insidious influence, Agatha almost – almost – believes her.

[bobthedragon]

trans day of visibility!! reblogging kedreeva's transcript of my gay little comic.

made a comic about some thoughts! small ways you can empower people, choosing who to empower, and why “don’t make your orientation your whole personality” misses the depth of the issue.

stay cute, stay proud, and love your friends

[wolvereaux]

#15, Dealer's choice of OC!

15. Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

Going with Leo for this one! Seems appropriate to do an ask for her since I answered this ask for her Guardian already >:]

Leo's first instinct is to fight, 110%. She is quite adept at throwing hands despite not having any, and her name was given to her for her habit of flaring her shell while she argues. She's gotten into public shouting matches with Praxics, she's cussed out Zavala on comms, she looks metaphorical storms dead in the eye and tells them no, YOU move. She fears no one and no thing.

The only thing that would force her to flee rather than fight is if she has no other choice - and to date, she has only done so twice (both times to get help).

[mad-madam-m]

"GYWO Yahtzee - Large Straight" please!

A handful of customers came up to the register, and Linda checked them out quickly and pleasantly and traded "stay warm!" pleasantries as they ventured back out into the snow. She couldn't tell if it was coming down harder or not, but perhaps she ought to check the weather regardless and see if they needed to close early. Only a few others were working today, but she didn't want to risk any of them getting stuck here if the snow was getting worse.

Raised voices from the café area caught her attention. Not only because they were raised, but because one of them sounded familiar.

"Kotetsu, I am fine."

"What do you mean, fine?! You nearly took out a mailbox!"

(WIP Wednesday! On Thursday!)

[jade-brace]

"hello, my old heart (pokemon s/v)" please!

Rules for the WIP Wednesday Game here!

Hassel initially had a lot of issues with watercolors. He'd seemed to learn a lot from the adamant, brash nature of his Pokémon, scrubbing his wet brush against the paper until its fibers frayed. Brassius worked dutifully, silently beside him, doing his best not to heed his classmate's frustrated groans.

[emporium]

Tumblr Dumpster Fire

You folks are awesome. The fine folks at Thingsmiths have been printing 24/7 for over a month now and today we have enough units to finally ship out the last order from our backlog.

None of this would have happened without @kedreeva and Thingsmith and all of you who traded your hard earned cash for a little fun (and to support tumblr).

So thank you. We have about 20 more units in stock and I ordered a hundred or so more for our inventory.

[labelleizzy]

Holy shit y'all I've got like six asks about the WIP WEDNESDAY??

Thank you!!

I think I have time to write tomorrow, I will sit down with my timer and I will try to work on the things y'all asked about!!

[planeoftheeclectic]

TFP Tradsies!!! Gotta get my shared dose of the week :)

"Lieutenant, if you wouldn't mind holding this for me?"

Columbo gave the pillow a bemused once-over as Edgeworth paid the teenager. "I mean, I can, but--"

"I imagine this is to be an extended conversation, or you would simply have left a note for me at the front desk." Edgeworth pocketed his wallet and strode of down the aisle, eyeing the merchandise at each stall critically.

[wordsintimeandspace]

I bound myself a copy of Siren's Song by @kedreeva! It's such a beautiful story that's still sticking with me even though I'm not really active in the Good Omens fandom anymore. I can't wait to reread it in it's physical form. Thank you for writing and sharing it, Ked 💜

This bind features my first try of using toner reactive foil, and my first sewn endbands! I honestly love both, will definitely use it again in future binds.

[kalira]

"Photoshoot Pounces" please

When Kakashi returned - wearing a steel blue silk robe a few shades darker than Sakura’s own - Sakura rose, taking a few steps away from the bed and beckoning him to her. Sukea shifted his focus, reminding himself to breathe steadily, and clicked through several photos as Kakashi moved to meet her, caught her hand, brought it up. . . Sukea snorted quietly as the first shot kept half of Kakashi’s face hidden behind Sakura’s hand, his eyes crinkled with a smirk and looking straight at the camera.

[aparticularbandit]

"Aislin Mom Question" for WIP Wednesday Please!

WIP Wednesday Game

Thank you, thank you!

...maybe more than three sentences because wanted to pass a word count goal with this one. ^^

After hearing the basic gist of the upcoming conversation, Cian decided to join them, even if only to listen in.  It isn’t the first time Eve has seen them since the recurrence, but it’s the first time she’s seen them immediately after being at the hospital.  Their eyelids droop, the bags under them more pronounced, their cheeks hollow, and their breathing shallow and haggard when they move.  Where normally Agatha leans against them, now they lean heavily against her, their head resting on her shoulder, and Agatha kisses their bare skin before focusing completely on Eve.  “What’s wrong, hon?  Cat got your tongue?”

Eve shakes her head, and her gaze drops.  She pulls on her sweater sleeves until they’re halfway up her palms. “She asked,” Eve says, finally, biting her lip before spitting it out all at once.  “About me, if I was her mom.  I told her you were, because you are, but one of the kids in her karate class has her really confused about you not being her real mom.”  She reaches up, tucks dark strands of hair back behind one ear.  “I…I didn’t know what to say.”

Agatha lets out a word that Eve is glad none of the children are around to hear (even Brendan, despite his age, despite how many times he’s probably said it himself), and her eyes grow dark.  “We took her out of school, Eve.  We can’t take her out of karate, too.”

“This isn’t my fault—”

“No, it’s Claire’s and her fucked up political campaign because someone thinks they can make it into the White House—”

“Have you seen who she’s running against?” Eve snaps back – hates herself for doing it, but she can’t help but be defensive of her wife.  “People are going to vote for her just so they don’t have to vote for him.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @/kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s theme is "Kon's subterranean self-esteem", as suggested by @yesdangerpls and voted-for by Ko-fi. Which like, understandable, but MAN y'all wanted to drown me in options here, haha. THERE WERE SO MANY OPTIONS.

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five totally not six I am SO capable of editing YOU CAN'T PROVE A THING AND ANYWAY IT'S NOT MY FAULT WITH THIS THEME WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but please send them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tags smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

the alchemist's disappointment (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Jon and Martha, professional soulparents (( chrono || non-chrono ))

the one where Clark is trans and Kon is not (( chrono || non-chrono ))

come on barbie let's go party (( chrono || non-chrono ))

YJ packs up and gets pupped (( chrono || non-chrono ))

two-thirds more (( chrono || non-chrono ))

snippet from “the alchemist's disappointment”:

“It’s–you don’t have to apologize,” Robin cuts it off awkwardly, his face turning an odd pink color. “I was just . . . uh, surprised. Um. Thank you.” 

The disappointment stares at him. 

No one’s ever thanked it for anything before. Especially not–not anything it wasn’t allowed to do. 

“. . . you’re . . . welcome?” it tries uncertainly, because it thinks that’s what it’s supposed to say. It doesn’t want to mess up, but . . . but it thinks that’s what it’s supposed to say. 

Robin smiles at it again, looking a little pained. But–smiling is good, the disappointment thinks. Right? 

The kind of smiling that isn’t . . . mean, it means. 

It thinks. 

But it doesn’t understand why Robin keeps smiling at it like that.