#Work is Published Wednesday

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @welcometololaland @nisbanisba @captain-gillian🧡

I have a work is published share today! This is from the 5x12 coda I posted yesterday, No Regrets:

There is another boy.

He’s small. He’s three. His name is Jonah. He’s wearing a starchy blue knitted sweater and pull-up gray pants. His mother died when he was a baby, and his father is a white-collar-criminal-with-a-heart who might not get out of prison until he’s eighty-five. In Austin, Jonah has a big brother, but Jonah is not in Austin, he’s in Switzerland – in a wood-paneled room called an office. Governess Burgin, who is extremely tall, is huffing because there’s a lag on the iPad. Jonah is allowed to facetime with his brother once a day, and usually the signal is fine, but there’s a snowstorm today and it’s affecting things. TK’s face pixelates, vanishes for a moment, comes back. Jonah bursts into tears when TK appears on the screen again and says, “There you are, buddy! Thought I’d lost you for a second.”

Jonah tries to ask TK when he gets to come and live with him and Carlos. The words come out in a funny order and some of them are wrong, but TK seems to understand him. Behind TK, sunshine fills a window.

Outside the window of Governess Burgin’s office, snow falls thick and fast, but it’s not exciting at all. Outside is a big white space of nothing. The middle of nowhere. Jonah doesn’t have the word trapped in his vocabulary yet, but one day soon enough he will, and this is what trapped is.

“We’re doing everything we can to get you home with us,” TK promises him. The words wobble like his voice is pixelated too.

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@paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @lightningboltreader

@strandnreyes @reyesstrand @heartstringsduet

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[honeybee-taskforce]

WIP(+WIPublished) Wednesday!!

GOOD MORNING!! No banner today because I forgot to move my new ones onto my tablet where I post from work lol, whoops. Here is a sneak peek at the next chapter of ‘not strong enough’ which was posted over the weekend and you can find here !!

Carlos swipes between every app that he has not checked yet, eyes staring at the screen, completely unfocused. He should text TK, he said that he would. The world stopped when he danced with TK and it is the lightest he has felt in years. He wants to chase that feeling again and again and again.

What holds him back is a sinking in the pit of his stomach screaming about how this will go horribly wrong. Years of taking care of himself and protecting the people of Austin have built a comfortable cement wall around Carlos’ heart. He hesitates to introduce it to the sledgehammer that is TK Strand.

What if TK is actually a terrible person and just knows some very nice people, all of whom Carlos loves? Tommy and Nancy, hell, even Grace spoke up and vouched for him. That does not mean he is actually perfect, though, right? TK struck gold by impressing the jackpot of amazing women in Carlos’ life so now Carlos has to follow it up?

It has been years since Carlos allowed himself to breathe and actually seek out a lover, or even a friend. The cement wall is brutal and blocks out everything he has convinced himself he doesn’t need in his life. Not until he has answers.

He sets his phone on the table and refuses to look at it for the next hour. He tries to busy himself with cleaning up some of the pots and pans that are dirtied in his sink.

Five minutes later, shaking his head and ripping off his dish washing gloves, Carlos is opening his text messages before he can second guess himself.

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[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday lovelies 💕 today I’ll be sharing a bit from my fic I dropped earlier, Guilty Pleasures.

Carlos’s favorite evenings are cozy ones, stretched out on the couch or in bed, a book in one hand, and TK laid out against him, scrolling mindlessly through social media, occasionally turning his phone towards Carlos to show him something funny. He likes to fluff TK’s hair as he reads, scratching at his husband’s scalp until he gets to a passage he needs to share with him.

For his part, Carlos is pretty sure part of the guilty pleasure in reading the trashy books is getting to read absolutely horrendous scenes out loud to TK. TK, whose laugh is Carlos’s most favorite sound in the world, will lay there and listen, giggling way too hard at each new ridiculous euphemism Carlos finds.

Sometimes, it’s just so bad Carlos has to slam the book shut and pinch the bridge of his nose underneath his glasses.

Like tonight. He throws the book on the coffee table with a very heavy sigh.

“Tell me,” TK urges, immediately clicking the button on the side of his phone and giving Carlos his full attention, because he knows what this reaction from his husband means.

“Pump your hose into my hydrant, firefighter,” Carlos deadpans, and TK immediately bursts into laughter, curling his face in against Carlos’s chest to try and stifle his giggles.

“No fucking way,” he laughs.

Carlos’s voice is pained as he responds. “Yes… pump your hose into my hydrant, firefighter, and show me if you know how to work the siren.”

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Tagging @ironheartwriter @strandnreyes @tellmegoodbye @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @eclectic-sassycoweyes @corsage @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @decafdino @butchreyes @alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @whatsintheboxmh @sapphic--kiwi

[downword]

work is published wednesday!

Today's work is special, as it's a gift for @niinnyu! This is an adaptation of their comic found here. Please give it a look; it's so sweet, and their art is wonderful!

Megumi's mouth opens, then shuts. He doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he looks Yuji over— every broad and leathery scar, all the smaller lines of marred pink skin; how his nose sits crookedly now in a way it hadn't seven months ago; the way his smile puts little dips into his cheeks; the glittering of his eyes; how his face and ears have gotten red from the cold. Megumi is keenly aware of his heart beating heavily in his chest, of his blood moving with every pulse.

Megumi and Yuji talk and expel some thoughts on guilt.

[dreamtigress]

Spin Off Scenes & Ficlets!

Work Is Published Wednesday!

(Just under the wire... I am SUPER busy with the MD Ren Faire coming up, but I wanted to get this series published before then. )

These various ficlets and short scenes fit within my canon timeline, and mostly feature various Original Characters from the Dregs and the crew of The Wraith. It started with a Queer ficlet challenge here on Tumblr, and became a fun way for me to explore little snippets of my OC’s lives, as well as practice writing succinctly! For all the little introductions, side story lines, and snippets of my Grishaverse OC's lives, check back to this series in the future.

There's some smutty ficlets with Kalu and Senn, some wholesome meetings between Zurye and the Novikovs and then Seile and Meril. We see Cory discover Cob at Fifth Harbor. And Mikhal make Nico feel better after the black eye that Ryo gave the blond bouncer.

Not tagging anyone because it is SO late.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Work is Published Wednesday

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I'm telepathically sending you all little candy hearts that say (Be You)tiful. Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @sznofthesticks, @strandnreyes and @paperstorm for the tags! Going to fudge the lines and share something from the Carlos character study, tender eyes that shine, that's up on ao3 now!

Dr. Ortiz notices, well, Carlos thinks she notices just about everything; but in that moment, she notices the flex of his fist, and the way he’s trying to maintain a facade of control. “You’re angry.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yes, I would,” Dr. Ortiz answers, honestly. Carlos knows he should stop looking for validation for how he feels, but he can’t deny that it feels nice. Anger isn’t a place that’s a room built for one, instead, it’s a space for all to inhabit. “That said, I would also be sad.”

Dr. Ortiz cocks her head slightly, examining Carlos and waiting until the breach in his armor is made more apparent. Her eyes clock the way his fist starts to unfurl just slightly and says, “And you should be sad. You should allow yourself to be sad, Carlos.”  

Carlos knows that Dr. Ortiz is right. He’s been attending sessions with her for too long to know she’s right, even if he doesn't want to hear it. He knows that deep down, everything she’s saying makes sense. Carlos has always been known for his rationale; his logical approach to things. He’s methodical, meticulous and he’s always been known to keep his composure.

Until now, when an unprecedented tragedy has warped his very being.

Now, all sense of composure is being unwound, and things that make sense suddenly seem like nothing more than a cork meant to bottle up his rage. Well, a cork can only contain so much pressure before it eventually has to pop.

“You know it wasn’t just me that lost someone, right?” Carlos asks Dr. Ortiz, his words acidic and drenched in scathing vexation. “My sisters lost their dad, my mom,” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “My mom lost her husband. Why are you trying to make this about me?”

“Because you aren’t,” Dr. Ortiz answers and if this was chess, Dr. Ortiz has just proclaimed, ‘check’.

no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @theghostofashton, @thebumblecee, @orchidscript, @three-drink-amy, @lightningboltreader, @freneticfloetry, @ambiguouspenny, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @whatsintheboxmh, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @never-blooms, @sanjuwrites, @your-catfish-friend, @lemonlyman-dotcom, and @herefortarlos :)

[carlossreaders]

WIP WEDNESDAY

i didn’t have anything to post for today, so enjoy this little snippet of chapter 3 of something worth waiting for!

Carlos bites his lip, wet hair falling onto his forehead. “Do you want to join me?”

“I shouldn’t. I want to take things slow with you.” It looks like it takes everything in him to say the words, but he wants Carlos to know that he really does want to make this work.

“We don’t have to do anything. I’m sure the kids will be back inside any minute now,” Carlos reasons, desperately wanting to have the other's body pressed against his, even if it doesn’t go anywhere. TK swallows, looking back and then nodding slowly.

He doesn’t hesitate to get out of his clothing, naked and bare when he finally gets in beside Carlos. The detective moves to let TK under the spray, and he slowly helps wash him off. It almost feels more intimate like this, bringing them both back to the times where they could shower together and not have to do anything for it to still feel nice.

thanks for the tags!! @carlos-in-glasses @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom

no pressure tags! @goodways @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @three-drink-amy @honeybee-taskforce @pimento-playing-hopscotch @herefortarlos @sapphic--kiwi @emsprovisions @ironheartwriter @the-126-family @captain-gillian @butchreyes @whatsintheboxmh @chicgeekgirl89 @eclectic-sassycoweyes @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @decafdingo @nisbanisba @henrygrass @irispurpurea @everlastingday @carlos-tk @orchidscript @literateowl @theghostofashton

[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay I gots this - this Wednesday is a Work Is Published WIP Wednesday today not just a possibility, not just a dream 🐈‍⬛ the third in my werepire firstprince series (all-night coffee shop & full moon run monster-boning) went up - this time all sorts of sweet in time for halloween 🎃

thanks so much for the tags today @suseagull04 & @firstprincehornyramblings for for the tuesday tag @typicalopposite (which i'm throwing back to ya for wednesday 💚

Gabby’s shifting has become a constant in their lives—especially now that she’s comfortable enough to do it whenever she pleases. Sometimes, it’s when it’s time to get ready to go somewhere; other times, it’s just because she feels like it. Alex knows that this level of trust, this comfort to shift without fear, is a huge milestone for her. It’s been only a month, but he’s grateful to see her settle in so well. That doesn’t make it any easier when she goes full kitten mode just as they’re supposed to meet Henry to go to the Halloween costume shop Pez recommended. If Alex doesn’t find her soon, they’ll definitely be late. And with Gabby, there’s always the very real possibility that she’ll fall asleep in whatever nook or cranny she’s chosen, making it a challenge to wake her without coaxing her back into human form. Alex moves through the house with practiced patience, scanning every high ledge and tucked-away corner where a mischievous kitten might be hiding. After checking behind the curtains and under the couch, he finally spots her on the windowsill, curled up tightly in the shadow of a plant pot. She’s sleeping, tiny paws twitching in dreamland, and while she’s not particularly well hidden this time, she still looks ridiculously cute. A fond, exasperated smile spreads across Alex’s face. At least he won’t have to fish her out from under the bed this time. Instead of waking her, he carefully scoops her up, cradling her against his chest. Gabby stirs briefly, letting out a little purr, and then burrows deeper into the crook of his arm. With a shake of his head and a soft laugh, Alex grabs her clothes from where she left them on the floor and stuffs them into a small bag. He wraps her securely inside his hoodie, resting against his chest as the soft fabric bundles around her tiny kitten form. It’s quickly become one of her favorite places to be, which Alex finds both endearing and amusing, given that, by all rights, she should prefer to avoid anything wolf-scented. But Gabby has never seemed to care about his werewolf nature; in fact, she seems to like him best when she’s snuggled up right against his chest, warm and safe inside his clothes. “Alright, little shadow,” Alex murmurs, tucking the hoodie’s hem under her to keep her snug. “Let’s go before your other dad thinks we ditched him.”

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[its-all-papaya]

goal: finish meet the piastris australia 24 fic by australia 25 FAILED

goal: start publishing dad lando before 25 season started FAILED

new goal. publish ch 1 dad lando on my birthday?

[statusquoofficial]

Cover Update 23.02.25

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @paperstorm @carlossreaders @literateowl

@whatsintheboxmh @ironheartwriter @everlastingday @laelipoo

@strandnreyes @nisbanisba @tellmegoodbye @lemonlyman-dotcom and @futures-tense🧡

I'm going for a Work is Published Wednesday too today with something from my Secret Santa Fic Fall On Your Knees, which is up on Ao3. Also for those reading/interested in Rhythms, I will be posting the penultimate chapter this coming Sunday. You can read it here and/or find WIP snippets here

Dinner is slices of oven pizza and some green salad for balance, pan de elote to tip the scales back the other way. After, in the living room, Gabriel plays guitar semi-well and Ana as a contralto sings her specialty for TK – a beautiful rendition in Spanish of Moon River, with noodley vibrato. TK dances with Leda on his feet while Carlos helps Small Gabe draw a horse. Which is a disaster because he accidentally gives the horse six legs while distracted by Andrea’s own mishap of knocking several books off an overstuffed shelf. Small Gabe is pretty furious about the drawing, but calms down once Tío TK suggests the horse could be a mutant superhero – the fastest horse in all the land thanks to two extra legs. Pleasantly, Carlos bonds with his mom over books while helping her pick them up off the floor, and later he has his father belly laughing over an anecdote about faceplanting into a puddle while apprehending a naked UTA frat bro who was streaking while being hazed. All in all, a successful evening, and when TK and Carlos get into their separate beds in Carlos’ childhood room, it’s like being at a slumber party.

“I feel like we should be gossiping about our crushes,” TK giggle-whispers, cozying down beneath the horse comforter.

“You’re my crush,” Carlos says, not cozying down on the air mattress so much as getting tangled in the blankets.

“Well, you can say lots of nice things about me if you like,” TK prompts.

Carlos readily indulges. “Beautiful green eyes. Nice laugh.” More quietly: “Big dick.”

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@thisbuildinghasfeelings @goodways @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand

@herefortarlos @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

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@theghostofashton @freneticfloetry @ladytessa74

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@kiwichaeng @butchreyes @nancys-braids @captain-gillian

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@the-126-family @henrygrass - if you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[durgewyll]

longest sentence monday

or something! tagged by @vampireposter @ikarons @asharaks THANK YOUUU MWAH <3

He blinked, and as his vision flooded back from the blazing flash of white, he realised he was both right and wrong: this was Avernus — the oppressive heat, the nauseating reek, and the infernal mana set afire in his veins confirmed as much — but this was not the scorched oblivion where he had pursued Karlach.

stats: 55 words, 4 commas, 2 dashes, 1 colon. yay ❤️

idk who hasn't done this yet so i'm open tagging anyone who wants to do this!!!

[swiftsaltsweet]

Hunt's next chapter.

I'm legally not allowed to write anymore. u_u My doctor said no.

[toucansafari]

Ngl my mind feels very frayed at the edges. I can't wait for next week to be over. There's a 3 day conference coming up. Just need to survive that.

[indigo6f00ff]

art worms arent here today on account of School and Job and Chores . i will still put this motherfucker on your dash. spits on you

[suna1suna1]

Henlo! It is once again Wednesday!

I've finished a couple of the art wips from last week, but then I haven't touched the others since bc things got crazy lmao

Go check out @deadrabbithq ! They just released the first chapter of their psychological horror webtoon, Harlequin! It's really good and y'all should go give it a shot if you're into that! ^^

Anywho, here are my new WIPs for the week!

Another doodle of my character Pandora for a mini event Art Fight has going on.

Slowly chipping away at making my own webcomic with these characters and still trying to get a feel for drawing them.

This one's nearly finished, but it became so personal to me I needed a break because I was literally crying over it. I'll finish it eventually. Probably.

And now, here are this week's fic word counts + some expected release dates for new chapters! ^^

Angels and Demons - Words: 17,716

Sonadowtober 2022 one-shots - Words: 20,280 (+ 586) Chapter release date: March 31st

L'histoire d'une Ladybug a Paris - Words: 5,119

To Catch a Hedgehog - Words: 18,969 (+ 138) Chapter release date: March 31st

Shadamytober 2023 one-shots - Words: 23,630 (+ 887)

All Our Love - Words: 6,180 (+ 188)

The Heart of the Ark - Words: 9,086

Fire and Ice - Words: 5,158