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[personal profile] tjs_whatnot
Sorry for the delay. In related news:



BUT... I think I might actually be done with all my H2H shenanigans! I think. Maybe.

Enough about that though, lets talk about you. What are you all up to? What are you in the midst of? Almost done with? Just beginning? GIVE IT TO ME!

And then, PLEASE, peruse others' WiPs too.

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Date: 2019-05-02 12:55 am (UTC)
minoanmiss: A detail of the Ladies in Blue fresco (Default)
From: [personal profile] minoanmiss
I am working on working! Which is to say I just started a new job! I hope to return to ficcing and drawing soon, but right now I'm devoting my energies to employment.

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Date: 2019-05-02 02:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Congrats on the new job, hope it's going well

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Date: 2019-05-02 03:24 am (UTC)
minoanmiss: A detail of the Ladies in Blue fresco (Default)
From: [personal profile] minoanmiss

beam Thank you! SO far so good!

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Date: 2019-05-02 03:38 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Excellent

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Date: 2019-05-02 09:23 am (UTC)
lilly_c: Virgil Van Dijk holding the Premier League trophy on the parade route (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilly_c
Congrats on your new job

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Date: 2019-05-05 03:10 am (UTC)
minoanmiss: Poe Dameron as a bull-leaper (Poe Bull-leaping)
From: [personal profile] minoanmiss
*blush* Thank you :)

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Date: 2019-05-02 01:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] elrhiarhodan
Congratulations on the new job! May you settle in quickly and find the time and the headspace for creativity soon.

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Date: 2019-05-05 03:10 am (UTC)
minoanmiss: Dancing Minoan girl drawn by me (Dancer)
From: [personal profile] minoanmiss
Thank you so much!

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Date: 2019-05-05 03:11 am (UTC)
minoanmiss: A little doll dressed as a Minoan girl (Minoan Child)
From: [personal profile] minoanmiss
*grins at you* Thank you, ma belle.

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Date: 2019-05-02 01:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sixbeforelunch
I posted the fic I was working on last week. I'm not actively working on anything right now, so no snippit this week, but I have a germ of an idea for the fifth and final [community profile] fluffbingo story, which I will try to work on this weekend.

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Date: 2019-05-02 02:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Good luck with that!

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Date: 2019-05-02 02:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Yay for getting your H2H done!

Just continuing my [community profile] wipbigbang Like Stone set in the Buffyverse. Still in Connor's pov picking up from last week.

I missed her (Faith) so much some nights, especially ones like tonight. The night after Cordelia’s wake, Faith had sensed my pain, my neediness and practically screwed me right into the ground. I was thankful for that. Then she left me, explaining her warped sense of one night then get gone. Later, she made exceptions and we had a wild sexual relationship lasting years. I think she craved my strength, my roughness. I could match her and we could be ourselves without having to worry about the damage we could do. Oh, we were never boyfriend-girlfriend. She was in and out of L.A. with her Slayer duties. When she was in town or if I got to travel, it was tempestuous. She went out in a blaze of glory in the wilds of northern Wisconsin, just like she wanted to. That was almost three years ago now but at least we know the terrible secret of the Paulding lights as a result.

I picked up the phone and called one of the remaining two people who knew all my secrets. “Hey...yeah, had that dream again, can’t sleep. Can you meet me at O’Shaughnessy’s? Great, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

O’Shaughnessy’s was my hang out, a cop bar. Sometimes Kate and I went to the latest incarnation of Caritas since we could talk demony stuff without worry but I didn’t feel like talking about that tonight so O’Shaughnessy’s would do. The Guinness was room temperature and the ambiance desperately Irish but they knew me. They didn’t think my i.d. was fake. Detective Devlin was well known to them. Once Wes helped me establish my identity as Connor Devlin, I decided to try to keep people like Witherington from taking away someone else’s Amber Rose. I became a cop and a good one. Now I’m a homicide detective and I like my work.
Edited Date: 2019-05-02 02:20 am (UTC)

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Date: 2019-05-04 11:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Thanks so much

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Date: 2019-05-02 02:46 pm (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
It's nota WIP anymore, because it got posted. But that meant having to get to work on the sequel. So there is some WIP to share. From the same universe as the last story:
It had to be a dream.

At least this time it wasn't her dream.

Ladybug landed safely at what looked to be her school after falling for what had seemed like an eternity. Did Chat Noir go to her school? That narrowed the possibilities of who could be Chat Noir down pretty significantly.

She took a step forward and a black kwami flew in front of her face.

"Are you the real thing?" he asked in an adorably squeaky voice.

"Yes?" she replied, not entirely sure what he was asking.

"You're not one of his dream-Ladybugs?"

"No," she said, curious.

"You look more solid than they do," the kwami said, zipping around her to study her more fully. "Prove it. What's his favorite flavor of cheese?"

"He hates it," she said automatically. "I think he's lactose-intolerant."

"Yep, you're the real deal," the kwami said. "Name's Plagg, by the way."

"Charming," Ladybug said.

"I don't make the name rules," Plagg said defensively. "Listen, I'm glad you're here, I really am, but there are some things I've got to do before I can let you pass."

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Date: 2019-05-02 03:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
Poor Plagg, what a name.

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Date: 2019-05-02 04:11 pm (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
Yeah, he didn't get a great pull from the name generator.

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Date: 2019-05-05 03:46 am (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
Thanks!

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Date: 2019-05-02 03:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] elrhiarhodan
Okay, time to tease a bit with my first fic for the inaugural Kingsman Reverse Bang. It's Merlahad (Merlin/Harry) and pretty much a complete AU. Harry is the Marquess Cardoc, with a mother that would send the Devil running for the hills, Merlin is a writer of genre fiction who is suffering through the first writer's block of his career. Thirty years ago, Harry and Merlin had shared student accommodations, but had little to do with each other. A chance encounter at Kingsman Tailors briefly reunites the pair.

Ultimately, this will be a fake dating story. It took nearly 13k to get them to actually talk to each other.

Two weeks pass and Merlin gets a call from Kingsman – the tailors, not the publishers – letting him know that his tuxedo and the new suit he'd order are ready for fitting. Merlin indulges in a bit of foolish hope about another encounter with Hart at the tailors, but this time they would actually talk to each other.

It is not to be – there is no sign of Harry Hart at the shop when Merlin arrives for his appointment. As Andrew checks the fit of the tuxedo, Merlin can't help himself and asks, "When I was here a few weeks ago, I thought I recognized an old acquaintance – a housemate from my days at Cambridge. It's been a long time and I not sure, but was that Harry Hart?"

Andrew hums and puts a pin in the waistband of the trousers Merlin's trying on. After an almost too-lengthy pause, he says, "Yes, I believe that Lord Hart had been in the shop when you had been in for your consultation."

"Lord Hart?" Merlin wonders if Andrew had somehow become privy to his nighttime fantasies.

"Yes, Lord Hart – he'd inherited his father's honors about fifteen years ago. He is the Marquess Cardoc now."

Merlin feels like an utter fool. "I did not know that. Hart hadn't used a courtesy title when we knew each other."

But rather than chide Merlin for his ignorance, Andrew just nods.

Merlin still feels extremely wrong footed and asks a stupid question. "He is a client of Kingsman?"

Andrew gives him a deprecating smile. "We do not discuss such private matters."

"Of course not." Stung and humiliated, Merlin is silent through the rest of the fitting.

"The suit will need a final fitting in another three weeks, but your tuxedo will be ready by Friday. Shall we deliver it?"

"Please. I would appreciate that." Still embarrassed, Merlin is reluctant to return to Kingsman any time soon. When he gets home, Merlin checks the Cardoc entry in Debrett's. The current title isn't ancient, no Marquessate is, but the subordinate titles are. The Earl of Wortham had been created by Elizabeth Tudor and granted to the Viscount Harnley. That honor had been granted to Baron Hart by Henry II; the first Baron Hart had been ennobled by Stephen of Blois in 1149.

Well, at least Hart's name does not go all the way back to the Doomsday Book, Merlin thinks with a touch of hysteria.

Before he closes the book, Merlin gives into temptation and reads just a little bit more about the current Marquess; he discovers that Harry isn't married and doesn't have any children. The heir presumptive is his brother, Peter, and Peter has three sons. Merlin doesn't quite know what to make of that. Even in these modern times, nobility – especially from such an ancient family – is expected to marry and reproduce.

With discipline and determination, Merlin pushes all thoughts of the Marquess Cardoc out of his mind, not letting himself indulge in the slightest fantasy. He has a novel to write and there's a lot of work yet to be done.

Ten days after Kingsman delivers his tuxedo, Victoria calls and asks if he'd like to accompany her to a small event for some worthy charity. Merlin accepts; this is what he needs to do and he can't afford to be distracted by impossibilities.

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Date: 2019-05-04 05:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cornerofmadness
I like it a lot (13K before they even talk to one another, sounds like something my stories do)

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