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What if I said I was working on something (and by this I mean it's in a planning phase) where there's a scene that's gonna be giving

between this guy

and this guy

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[anj-does-stuff]

Some expanded WIP teasers requested by @vonnibel! Under the cut, because teasers are long, and there are 4 of them. Coincidentally, all of them are obkk...

Mermay AU

Dad will come home today. He rises before the sun, relying on an oil lamp as he emerges from his cot. The windows are still dark, the air petrichor-rich. Sweat clings to his shirt, his back sticky and unpleasant. Breakfast is smoked salmon and water. He sits alone at the small table beneath the kitchen window as the wind chimes clink and clatter outside. A strong breeze blows in from the shore, humid and thick. Yesterday, he saw a mackerel sky, ripples of airy clouds blown in from the water, and knew then that today would spell trouble. A storm is coming. If his father is caught in it, it’s any guess what will happen. The ocean is cruel even to those who know it. Dad calls it an abusive lover. When the weather turns and his trips are cancelled, he only laughs, even though it means less money in their pocket and less food on the table. “It is what it is,” he’ll say. “She’s angry today.” After clearing his dishes, the sun is hanging low in the sky, breaching the horizon now, and he can’t yet see the dark storm front he’s expecting. There’s time before it hits, and he would be a fool to waste it.

2. Exorcist and Demon AU

He was roused by a rattling at his window, persistent in the way it always was on windy nights. A typhoon was approaching the coast and the sudden noise kept him awake. The rattling pitched into scratching, nails on slate. He chalked it up to overgrown branches of the tree outside, but the pattern was different—measured, continuous, timed. Hunters don’t show fear. He threw the blanket off his legs and padded across the floor, a sliver of light peeking between the dark curtains as he reached for them. “Kakashi.” Kakashi turned around, and there his father stood in the doorway, a holster around his waist and a blade in his hand. The noise stopped. “Look at me.” He made eye contact with his father, ignoring the shadows that crept in the corners of his vision, shifting like they lived and breathed. Dad reached out, his hand bound in a leather glove. “Good. Now, come here. Don’t look back.”

6. Guard of the Daimyo's Son AU

Kakashi stared at the missive stuck to his locker door at the Jōnin Standby Station. He was halfway out of his flak jacket when he noticed it, and tried not to sag as he read the bold black text, stamped by Lady Tsunade’s seal. An urgent summons. He only got back thirty minutes ago. This was his first stop after submitting his report to the Mission Assignment Desk, and afterwards, he was hoping to grab dinner and sit down for a solid three hours. After running back to Konoha with chakra-enhanced speed, his reserves were partly empty, and there was nothing he wanted more than rest. But alas, duty called. Tenzō looked over his shoulder to read the notice and frowned. He was already stripped of his tools, down to his standard-issue uniform blacks, and looked just as tired. “You would think your missions would slow down after leaving ANBU.” “It ebbs and wanes,” Kakashi shrugged, ripping off the missive and burning it with a low-grade fire jutsu. “It’s worse now because the chūnin exams are coming up, and a lot of our workforce is focused on that.” “You still need to rest,” said the active-duty ANBU soldier who was taking standard A-ranks on the side. It got like this every year, though he usually had a bit more recovery time between assignments. Once the chūnin exams were over, the jōnin applications would begin, and after that, Kakashi could go back to lounging around the village, reading his adult fiction and taking naps at every hour of the day. This particular brand of exhaustion was seasonal, and knowing that kept his morale up.

12. Post Uchiha-Konoha War Feudal Era A/B/O AU (that one's a mouthful)

“It’s a pity he’s being retired, sure. But I doubt he’d ever see a battlefield again with wounds like those. Honesty, what did the elders expect of an omega?” Obito tries very hard not to shatter the glass held in the palm of his prosthetic. It’s a near thing. Learning control over his new limbs is slow and time-consuming, and he’s struggled every step of the way. Across the table, Rin stares over his shoulder at the group behind his back. 'Your cousins,' she mouths. He knows. For all that the Uchiha are outsiders in Konoha, they’ll still willfully feed each other to the sharks. He sucks his sugary drink through his straw and tries to put it out of mind. His clansmen have been barking like this ever since the first days of the treaty, and already, he tires of it. They once lauded him as a warrior, celebrating his victories on the battlefront with drink and music. But now that the Uchiha have settled in Konoha, he’s not a warrior, but an omega. They can piss off, for all he cares. It’s the clan that has changed, not him. “They’re leaving,” Rin says after they’ve halfway drained their glasses. “Good riddance. I hope they fall into the stream.” “Want me to push them? ‘Cause I’ll do it. I’ll push them so hard for you.” Obito laughs, and his bitterness flies away. Rin is the best company to keep when his mood is sour. No matter how far he falls, she’s there to raise him up. People assume they’ve known one another for a lifetime and more, but it’s only been a short four months. “Nah. They’re not worth it.”

[ink-and-memory12]

Chapter 5 shifts the current just enough to notice. A calibration, a hesitation, a line spoken too lightly to be harmless. The Room listens. So do they.

“Progress through imperfection?” “Don’t make it a motto.” “I wouldn’t dare.”

Preview above. Full chapter soon.

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New Fic Teaser

Coming Wednesday September 3rd!

[omnicrafts]

Just wanted to let you know I have been delighting so much in your dpxdc writing and have already reread the Family Recognizes Family one like, three times at least.

The attention put into lore and worldbuilding in general, paired with the capacity for writing scenes that are both dramatic and sweet/soft at the same time is just so, so good.

Elle and Conner as siblings also delights me as a concept. They’re going to be an absolute menace once she wakes up.

ahh thank you! I'm delighted so many people are enjoying that one bc I'm really enjoying writing it. We're coming up into the more conflict centered parts soon, and I want to offer plenty of fluff to make up for the suffering waiting around the corner.

Including but not limited to: Danny vs. Superman Verbal Smackdown (Polite Addition) What That Green Lantern Doin'? (The Answer Will Surprise You) Get Ya Dog! 'He Don't Bite!' 'Yes He Do!' What Do You Mean You Have A Criminal Record? And Danny and the Baffling Sexual/Romantic Tension With Two Billionaires.

[teastainedprose]

Geez, there a lot of you here now.

Hi, I swear I'm not dead. Sorta. I'm v slow and chronically ill with an American job that sucks the soul right out of my body. I'm also sitting on I think- 16 drafts....right now? Along with letting the requests in my ask box to marinate in my brain. Mmm, brain soup.

Teasers? Teasers.