#this counts as a wip Wednesday

[nausikaaa]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tags @bookish-bogwitch and @thewholelemon!

as i said on sunday, my goal for the year is to write 1500 words a week. i haven't managed that today, i wrote about 700, but it's only wednesday!

i'll be mostly working on my novel in progress Andromache's Child, but i may occasionally work on my other wip or fanfic, if i feel i need a break.

anyway, here's some of what i wrote today, Astyanax's point of view. it's actually something nice for a change:

Mia's blush deepens, and she tucks a wayward curl behind her ear. "You don't have to say yes." She says softly. "I know it won't contribute to your quest to find your mother, and it isn't essential, like learning to fight. I just thought…" She chuckles self deprecatingly. "I don't know what I thought. I just wanted you to come."

"I don't know how to dance." I manage.

"I can teach you."

I feel a thrill run through me, fear and excitement in equal measure. Picking up on my silence, she goes to leave, but I catch her by the arm. She halts mid-step, staring at the place where our skin touches, and I let go as though I have been burned.

"I'm sorry. Don't go." I stumble over my words. "I thank you for the offer. I would… I would like to come. I would like it if you taught me to dance."

Word Count Wednesday

@spoonerwrites gave me this idea, thanks!

01/01/25: 76,450

08/01/25: 81,560

total words written: 5,110

i tag @spoonerwrites @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @prettygoododds @j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @that-disabled-princess @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @martsonmars @meanjeansjeans and @leithillustration if you want to share anything!

[in-my-loki-feels]

🧡 Lokius

A couple of people expressed their hopes of Mobius and Loki getting to take their time together following the events of my latest fic, and I saw an opportunity to fill this prompt while working out what that might look like. This takes place just after they solve Loki's timeslipping. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

(Going to also count this as my WIP Wednesday since this will hopefully become something longer, so thank you for the tags: @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @elodiah, @lokimobius, @thosegayoldmen)

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

As tempted as Mobius was by the hesitantly hopeful look Loki sent over his shoulder as he was ushered into Mobius' bathroom, Mobius thought it’d be better for them both to have some space and a moment to calm down. Mobius, from almost having his skin peeled off, and Loki, from whatever hell he'd been through timeslipping uncontrollably before being ripped back into the TVA. 

That’s what he told himself and it sounded like a good idea, up until Loki came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. 

“Dressing seemed pointless,” Loki said, leaning against the doorframe with a hand on his hip. 

There was a lot of skin on display, skin Mobius had seen before, but it felt different now after having almost lost him. Mobius got to his feet and approached slowly, shaking his head at the way Loki’s smirk grew the closer he got. 

“Mobius,” Loki said, low and inviting. He leaned in once Mobius reached him, but the artificially clean smell coming off his skin only reminded Mobius of how he was still drenched in sweat from his journey down the gangway. He turned his head so Loki’s kiss landed on the side of his mouth.  

“Don’t I deserve a chance to freshen up?” he asked with a rueful smile. 

“You could’ve had that with me,” Loki pointed out. 

They were almost pressed chest-to-chest in the narrow doorway and Mobius was only so strong. When Loki leaned in a second time, Mobius tilted his face up to meet him halfway; he felt a smug smile teasing Loki’s lips.

Loki’s hair was still wet and droplets of water sprinkled onto Mobius’ lapels when Loki tilted his head. It was their first kiss since they’d parted in the Void, and it was tempting to give in and let Loki guide them over to the bed, but... Mobius put a hand on Loki’s chest—and had to take a moment to press more firmly, to drink in this skin-on-skin contact—before he gently pushed Loki back.

“You can wait a few more minutes,” he said, and squeezed by to get into the bathroom. Loki was pouting as Mobius closed the door, but he didn’t break in, not even after Mobius turned on the water and stripped. 

Mobius washed quickly. Even if he was trying to contain himself, he was as eager as Loki was. He decided Loki had the right idea about clothes and so when Mobius opened the bathroom door, he was also only wearing a towel. 

Loki was sitting on the bed, still in his towel. As Mobius approached, Loki reached out to catch his hands, pulling Mobius to stand between his knees. 

“Hey,” Mobius said quietly, feeling a giddy smile slide into place. He had a vivid flash of when he’d said that to Loki just before their second kiss. Judging by Loki’s smile, he remembered it, too. Loki tugged on Mobius’ hands to get him to bend enough for their mouths to meet.

In the wake of confronting Ravonna, the timeline branching uncontrollably, and Loki’s timeslipping, their time in the Void almost felt like a dream. Now, every kiss, each more perfect than the last, brought those memories into sharper clarity. Mobius’ mind was filled with everything they’d done and even more that he wanted to do, but he fought the urgency rising within him. 

Loki wasn’t as composed. He shifted his grip to Mobius' hips as their kiss deepened and that was the only warning Mobius had before he was pulled down and rolled onto the mattress. Loki scrambled after him, draping himself across Mobius as he sought out Mobius’ lips again, this time with a little more desperation. Mobius cupped Loki's face, indulging in how good it felt as their tongues slid together, before he pushed Loki back. 

“Hey, slow down for a second, okay?” He could hear he was hoarse and cleared his throat.

Loki’s gaze hung on Mobius’ mouth for a second before he dragged it up to meet Mobius’ eyes. His hands paused in their roaming but Mobius could feel them trembling, either from Loki having to restrain his eagerness or something else. 

“You know I have to say it, right?” When Loki tilted his head, puzzled, Mobius grinned. “I was right. You made it back.”

He watched a shine wash over Loki’s eyes as his hands tightened briefly. Mobius brushed his thumbs over Loki’s cheeks in soothing strokes. 

“It’s just you and me right now. No one's here to rush us.” The words called to mind the last time they’d been in bed together. He knew Loki was thinking of it, too, because his brow furrowed. They probably needed to talk about what had happened at some point, but Mobius had bigger priorities right now. “I wanna take our time. Does that sound good?” 

The frown lines faded immediately as Loki gave him a watery-eyed smile. 

“Yes, of course. I want that, too,” he said, ducking to give him a quick peck on the lips. Mobius chuckled.  

“Okay, but you can still lead since I’m kinda new to this.”

He flushed as he admitted it, but the words brought a smile to Loki's face. The expression was one part delight, one part wickedness, both of which made Mobius’ heart leap, but Loki didn’t pounce. He carefully dipped his head to press his mouth to Mobius’, relaxing his hold on Mobius as he kissed him gently.

This is what they'd wanted from that encounter in the Void, what President Loki had been too impatient to bear, or more likely too annoyed about because it left him out. Slow, lazy kisses that let them savor every second. Mobius’ heart beat faster with anticipation of what was to come, but for now, he allowed himself to enjoy this.

[skimmingmilk]

help this is so dumb

Blue eyes narrowed dangerously and he whirled to face the hedgehog standing a few feet behind him. “Did you seriously have to blow up my plane?” he snarled. “You're the one that wanted to be chased down,” Shadow replied evenly. “Play dangerous games, suffer the consequences.” “It's ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes,’” Tails grunted, pushing himself up to stand. Shadow arched a brow. “From where I'm standing, I can't see how you came remotely close to winning anything.” Tails shrugged one shoulder, biting back a wince in favor of a sideways smirk. “Well, I can.” When Shadow's stare simply turned quizzical, Tails gestured broadly ahead of him, directly at Shadow. “And trust me, it sure is stupid.”

[rochenn]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Thank you @purple-ant for the tag <3

For writing: Here's another snippet from Gone with the Light, this time a little glimpse of Cody talking to Rex over the comms :D

“Actually, there’s one thing. I think General Skywalker scraped up your boss from somewhere.”

Cody closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “You think?” he asked as calmly as he could.

“Inferred it from context in his last status call. What, aren’t you happy?”

“Oh, of course, old boy. Always happy to hear about my CO being scraped from places,” Cody ground out at Rex’s teasing tone. The feeling that the General had more than a little to do with this farce intensified. “Anything else?”

For art: Merman Cody!! because I didn't take enough advantage of mermay last year </3

no pressure tags: @stagbeetleboy @prahacat @kote-wan @phi-guy @catboydogma @charmwasjess @razzbberry this game has been making mad rounds lately so sorry if you guys got tagged too many times xoxo (consider it a boop)

[anderstrevelyan]

Hey, Valas, tell the reader one more time you aren’t thinking about Gortash, maybe that way they’ll believe you:

[jtl-fics]

10/2/24 WIP Wednesday

It is once again WIP Wednesday!

Fluent Freshman drafts continue to go pretty well once I got over my mental block of trying to figure out the optimal pathing through the Bronx Zoo.

Everything is up for grabs, just with the same limits as before. I just ask that people only send one request per ask and don't do doubles of the same WIP.

Fluent Freshman FD Chapter 47 (3/5) & Chapter 48 (0/5)

Math Nerd - (12/10) - Done

New Kings - (11/10) - DONE

Foxhole Bake - (3/5)

Smalls - (11/10) - DONE

TBD - (16/15) - DONE

Four Horsemen - (6/10)

As Always I want to thank everyone who sends in asks, it really makes my day / week seeing people be excited to tune in for these :)

[djarins-cyare]

WIP: Last Sentence

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for tagging me @burntheedges! You’ve seen this already, but I’m gonna share it with everyone. It’s spicy, so under the cut…

(Yes the paragraph starts with an ellipsis; it’s rather the pinnacle moment so I reserve the right to get carefree with the punctuation 😝)

…and he recalls your words in the cantina earlier as he asserts, “I fight well…” There’s a hiss, and then — holy stars — the tickle of his breath against your ear as his unmodulated voice growls, “…and I fuck well.”

Yep, I’m finally writing some smut! Din is a dab hand at the dirty talk in this one.

Hoo boy, 39 people to tag! Okay, in typically autistic fashion, I’m gonna scroll through my activity and tag my last 39 interactions with any mutuals who write (and aren’t already on Kate’s list) and then make them into nice little alphabetical groups of 5. Don’t judge me.

No pressure y’all ❤️:

@abbonation @alltheglitterandtheroar @alltheotps @auntie-venom @bearsbeetsbeskar

@beskarinhyperspace @burningfieldof-clover @ceapa-mica @cherubispunk @chiriwritesstuff 

@classaysstuff @corazondebeskar @decembermidnight @desert-fern @djarinmuse

@djarins-wife @draculasfavoritewife @drewharrisonwriter @for-a-longlongtime @frickatives

@genetics4life @iamsherlocked-1998 @ilovepedro @imperatorkhaleesi @iron-strangers

@magpiepills @mandobogwitch @nerdieforpedro @papurgaatika @pascalpasta1

@penvisions @quicksilvermad @saradika @starstruckunknown-princess @syd-djarin

@toomanytookas @wannab-urs @whxtedreams @wrathkitty

[radiodormouse]

Working on Dracula again. I think I might be getting better at drawing things that aren't cartoons.

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

I did, in fact, decide to expand on The Snow Bunny Job. Now I gotta figure out if it's fine to end it there or more is need. 😂

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Heart hammering, Seto launched himself and latched onto Jounouchi's recoiling arm, just missing giving himself a black eye. "Katsuya, wait!"

Remember the con, he silently willed. They could still salvage this as long as Murakami didn't leave the resort yet. It could even be argued it was in character for Jounouchi's character to fly into a jealous rage. But send Murakami to the hospital and it was game over.

Jounouchi's lethal and focused gaze whipped to Seto, who shivered once beneath it. His eyes almost softened before hardening again. Gently removing his arm from Seto's clasp, he glared daggers down at the man pinned beneath him and snatched one of Murakami's flailing arm. Seto's breath stuttered when Jounouchi wrenched the arm into a dangerous position, putting what appeared to be painful pressure on the fingers.

Jounouchi's tone promised pure violence, slipping into his old criminal accent, as he warned, "Ya ever eyeball him again, and I'll hunt ya down and break every finger and bone in your dominant arm. Ya lay another finger on him and I'll break both your legs."

A thrill, dangerous and electric, raced down Seto's spine. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest.

"Got it?" Jounouchi growled.

Murakami nodded.

Disgusted, he dropped Murakami and climbed to his feet. The mark had the good sense to stay on the ground. He refused to meet either of their gazes.

Seto barely grabbed his laptop in time before Jounouchi seized his wrist and dragged him toward the exit. Best to beat a hasty retreat before someone came to investigate the commotion. Murakami wasn't going to point fingers without also implicating himself. He'd bribe the resort and sweep everything under the rug if they were lucky.

Meanwhile, Mai was scolding them an earful for losing their cools. Jounouchi refused to admit any wrongdoing, though.

"Hey. I did my job! Murakami's lucky he gets to walk outta there in one piece."

"Oh I can't with you when you get like this!" Mai sniffed in annoyance.

Yuugi tried to keep the peace as he always did. "Jounouchi-kun, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. He assaulted Seto," Jounouchi growled, low and dangerous.

Seto opened his mouth to protest, but the words got stuck in his throat. He was hardly "assaulted" as Jounouchi claimed. It barely counted as a "molestation." He was felt up. No big deal, really. He had been subjected to far worse in the past. Yet his heart was racing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on their ends. Not from fear or even violation, but because of the tense set of Jounouchi's broad shoulders and his tone. Jounouchi had never, ever spoken to Yuugi like that before. He never once disobeyed or questioned Yuugi's directives.

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

If you noticed that the fic tag is new and therefore this is another fucking new WIP, shut up no you didn't.

Back on my bullshit making tumblr posts FirstPrince. Hopefully by making it a 5+1 it won't spin as out of control as the last time I did that. TBD lol.

Henry has, for as long as he can remember, utterly and completely lost his ability to function around obscenely beautiful men. (“You do understand that by any reasonable measure you yourself are one of these ‘obscenely beautiful men’, don’t you, Hazza?” Pez had said when Henry had been despairing this particular trait of his. “I’d like to think the revolving door of eager gentleman callers in and out of our flat would have clued you in, if nothing else.” “That may well be,” Henry had replied firmly, because while his list of neuroses is both long and complex, none of them are related to his own attractiveness, “but as I have no desire to have sex with myself—beyond the obvious—I fail to see how that’s relevant.”  “You wouldn’t fuck your clone?” This had, apparently, been a position Pez could not allow to stand, and the conversation had devolved fairly quickly from there.) The point is, Henry knows who and what he is. So when he rushes through from the back room at the chime of the bell over the door just in time to bear witness to the most attractive man he has ever been within twenty feet of pulling his hat off his head and shaking out his curls as though he’s in some sort of Herbal Essences commercial, and promptly drops an entire tray of brownies onto the floor, it’s not exactly surprising. It is, however, deeply inconvenient.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy @myheartalivewrites @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

(Also! If you have one of these cute Christmas trees and you haven't tagged me, please do so so I can drop you a message! ❤️)

[wetcatspellcaster]

Intellectual discussions at Moonrise Towers <3

[nausikaaa]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for tagging me @that-disabled-princess!

today i have some more Helenus and Odysseus back-and-forth. kind of a long snippet, and i've put it under a cut, because trigger warning, it contains mention of sexual assault, though it's not the focus. the epic cycle is... not a happy story, and this isn't either.

Word Count Wednesday

01/01/25: 76,450

08/01/25: 81,560

15/01/25: 83,204

22/01/25: 85,010

total words written: 7393

“If your hair grows back again, I’ll…”

“If you do anything, Apollo will make my hands look functional compared to yours.” I spit.

Odysseus bares his teeth. “Big talk from a man he hasn’t even healed. He’s the god of medicine, isn’t he? But your hands are still mangled, your nose is fucked, and don’t think I don’t see how your chest hitches every time you breathe in.”

I stare at him, my expression betraying no emotion but my humiliation turning to boiling anger in my chest. Nothing he says is something I haven’t thought for myself already, but I had foolishly hoped that nobody else had noticed how my god has all but abandoned me.

However... I'm not entirely forsaken. I don't know why he won't speak to me, or heal my broken fingers, nose, ribs. But he regrew my hair, the holiest part of me, his favourite part. And I can still see the future.

“He still shows me visions, you know.” I say, voice low and dreamlike.

“Yeah? Of what, your sisters being raped?” He pushes the door further open, letting the moonlight spill in. “Here’s some acoustic assistance.”

“Would you like to know how you die, Odysseus?”

He goes rigid, just for a moment, before relaxing again, faking nonchalance. He laughs, but it sounds false. “You’re a fraud.”

I smile despite myself, despite the screams I can hear on the breeze. My voice is so gentle, the voice reserved for whispering reassurances to my sisters, but I know he can hear me. I can’t reassure them now, but I can hurt Odysseus. The man who built the horse that destroyed Ilium. The man responsible for every atrocity that has occurred since. If the sound of their suffering follows me to my grave, I at least hope he will be haunted until his own deserved end catches up with him.

“Your son kills you.”

He’s silent. So am I. Letting my words hang in the air, I wait like a snake hidden in long grass.

“I don’t believe you.” He says finally, but then he makes the mistake of looking at me.

I tilt my head. “I thought you were a good liar?”

“Goodnight, Helenus.” His voice trembles just the slightest bit, and he shuts the door with a soft thud instead of his usual slam.

Odysseus is indeed killed by his son in the myths, but not the one he expects. Before the Trojan War, Odysseus and his wife Penelope have a son, Telemachus. then on his journey home, he spends a year in a relationship with the goddess/sorceress Circe. unbeknownst to him, Circe also has a son with him, Telegonus.

my idea is that Odysseus initially pushes the prophecy aside in favour of simply surviving one thing after another and is happy to be reunited with Telemachus, as we see in the Odyssey. but that changes as time goes on. After twenty years of stress and fighting, he finds it difficult to settle and accept that he is safe. When his family are invited to visit Helenus and his family in Epirus for a trade agreement, he remembers his words and begins to spiral.

He grows distrustful and resentful towards Telemachus, who doesn't understand and feels equally resentful. Eventually, he sequesters himself away from his palace and family, suspicious of all strangers.

Telegonus shows up, looking for his long lost father, but when he finds Odysseus, he is mistaken for an assassin and attacked. Telegonus strikes back in self defence, grazing him with his spear, which was coated in poison by Circe. Odysseus is immediately incapacitated, but it takes him days to die. In that time, Telegonus nurses him and tells him his story, and Odysseus realises he pushed his other son away for nothing and caused his own death with his paranoia, but it's too late.

If he hadn't thrown the suffering he caused in Helenus's face, he wouldn't have recieved the prophecy that led to his sad end. A deserved death indeed.

tags and hellos: @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @prettygoododds @bookish-bogwitch @j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @orange-peony @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @alexalexinii @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @martsonmars @meanjeansjeans and @leithillustration

[stabbyfoxandrew]

For this wipw, could I request more arson!Neil? Looking forward to Neil's freak-out, but Andrew asking Kevin, of all people, about how to be normal is also stunning.

WIP Wednesday (1/29) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 277)

NEIL

When he left Andrew at the coffee shop, Neil didn't go straight back to his room. No, no. He couldn't. He couldn't handle four walls and a bed after all that, he needed something else. Which is how he found himself in the middle of a recently mowed open field. There's a creek a few feet away and his car parked up on the side of the road. He'd stopped at a random dollar store to buy a few supplies. Well, to buy something to burn.

He ended up with a few holiday-themed coloring books and a bottle of Sunkist soda. It's far too sweet for his taste, but Neil hadn't been paying attention when he grabbed it. He just knew he'd need something to drink while he played caveman. And that's what he's been doing since he pulled over. He started a small campfire with a couple of twigs and keeps feeding it sheets from the coloring books, watching the way it reduces them to ash within seconds.

It's how he'd felt earlier. Consumed.

Andrew's presence, his voice, his hands, his lips. All rolled into one evening... Neil's been a wildfire since that first kiss they shared in the car and he needed to get the fire out of him. To put it somewhere else. But he didn't want to start something big. Not when he's been so good recently. Besides he hasn't scoped out any potential buildings that need demolished. This is the safest and easiest way to get his fix.

When the fire threatens suicide via the frigid wind, Neil tears out another coloring page. This one features ol' Saint Nick himself.

"Sorry, Santa." He mutters as he drops the page onto the fire below. It eats through the paper quickly, contorting Santa Claus’s face into the stuff of nightmares. It makes Neil grimace.

He sighs out a breath when he remembers the way Andrew's face screwed up when he saw himself on Neil's new phone. That was... a misstep. But to be fair Neil had never intended to Andrew to find out. He just wanted the stupid excuse of giving Andrew his new number to buy another few seconds with him. Andrew probably thinks he's insane now. Deranged and obsessed with him or something.

And maybe he is, but Andrew wasn't supposed to know. Fuck. Should he message him? They've only been apart for an hour, so probably not. Neil slips his phone from his pocket and thumbs the power button so the screen lights up Andrew and sighs wistfully.

He stays there until his fingers go numb with cold and he runs out of kindling. Then he runs back to the car to look for anything else flammable that he doesn't need. He spots the newspaper Andrew had wrapped his gift with and grabs for it, but before he can rush back down the hill to his makeshift fire pit he realizes he doesn't want it to burn. He wants to keep it.

"Oh goddamn it, now I'm a hoarder." Neil says, running a hand through his hair and cursing himself under his breath. No he's not. He's not a hoarder. He can burn this... Neil stares at the balled up paper in his hand and there's warmth in his chest. After another few seconds of deliberation he shoves the newspaper back into the car and slams the door before stalking back to his fire. He sits down cross-legged beside it and watches it burn, pulling up some grass to sprinkle on and keep it going until the smoke burns his eyes.

[campbyler]

happy miwip wednesday! please enjoy (or don’t, but we really hope you will) a preview of the first mike pov chapter in acswy + join us on the 7th to read it in full! 😎

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

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

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

sugar baby Kon

the wet nurse omegaverse

omegaverse nursing

a pocket full of Kons

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "sugar baby Kon":

"It's a pretty sweet gig, considering," Superboy says, and grins brightly at him. It's a very nice grin. Normally being faced with that particular grin would make Tim need to beat down the highly unprofessional urge to kiss it.

Right now, though, he's a little bit more concerned with the fact that his teammate is just . . . living in and working for a fucking lab. As a matter of course. Just as a thing.

And Superman of all people thinks that's . . . fine, for some reason? Like, normal and ethical and okay? Somehow? In some way?

What the actual fuck, Tim thinks to himself.

"You said Superman told you to keep an eye on things?" he asks.

"Yeah," Superboy says, his grin widening. "He took me to his fortress and asked me to do it there. Showed me around a bit, too."

"That sounds really interesting," Tim says, wondering in vague disbelief if that means Superman had never taken Superboy to the Fortress of Solitude before. He must've, right? And just . . . inexplicably not shown Superboy around then.

Yeah. Sure.

"It was awesome!" Superboy says with more enthusiasm than Tim's seen from him since they met Nina Dowd's . . . endowments, seemingly forgetting the need to be "cool" for long enough to lean forward in his seat and outright beam at him. Tim is gonna need a minute to recover from the sight of that expression, probably. "It's seriously freaking freezing up there, but there's so much cool shit in the place. Like, from all over the universe, but from Krypton, even! The only thing I'd ever seen from Krypton before was kryptonite!"

Tim considers moving up his supervillain timeline after all. Like. Just possibly. Just a little.

Maybe he can convince Bruce to take an early retirement off-planet and just go from there.

What the hell is wrong with Superman?

[jtl-fics]

8/7/24 WIP Wednesday

Hello All!!

It is....Wednesday!

Still having limits for now but I did up the TBD limit this week since it still seems to be a favorite.

Please just send ONE ASK :)

Fluent Freshman (FD) - Chapter 31 (2/5) & Chapter 32 (0/5)

Math Nerd AU - (10/10) - DONE

Smalls AU - (10/10) - DONE

Surely (4/10)

TBD (15/15) - DONE

Thank you guys as always for being excited for these stories, it really does make me happy!!