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WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

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

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s theme is “back on our weird alien shit”, a.k.a the runner-up from the last theme poll I did. Also why I was askin’ y'all about your fave weird alien shit WIPs yesterday, haha; I picked a couple of the most popular answers, one NOT-popular answer that made me go “oh shit that one DOES count, fuck yeah an excuse to write it”, and one dealer’s-choice option just for myself, hah.

And also one mysterious mystery. Don’t even worry about it. :)

Here’s how it works:

  • I will post the file names of five 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:

snippet from “Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this”:

“That is what I want, yes,” Kara says, then repeats: “Hand on the counter. Palm up.” 

Thirteen–tenses, slightly. She wonders how many times he’s actually been injured in his extremely short life–how many times he’s even felt pain in his extremely short life–and how many times he’s been treated for an injury. She wonders if those instances of pain were actual injuries–ones from combat or training or just simple accidents–or if they were Earthling Thinkers doing experiments. 

If they had anything to do with the experience of being–tagged. 

He’s an infant, or a teenager; a weapon, or a member of their house; a clone, or … 

Thirteen grits his teeth and sets his jaw stubbornly, then shoves his hand out towards her. He doesn’t lay it on the counter. 

Well, it’s a start, Kara tells herself, resisting an urge to sigh.

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WIP excerpt for Zepysgirl behind the cut; “the wet nurse omegaverse”.

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“Maybe a little bit,” Lois replies, her mouth quirking wryly. 

“Dad’s the best reporter ever–um, and Mom’s really good too, though,” Jon interjects loyally, and Clark lets out a soft huff of a laugh. 

“Not quite as Pulitzer-worthy, maybe,” he says, a little wry himself. It’s not much, but Bruce will take it compared to Clark holding his tongue on god knows what he’s been holding his tongue on since they walked into the dining room. 

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; “Robin gets nested”.
content warnings: Aftermath of threat of rape/sexual assault related to sex pollen triggering an omegaverse heat cycle in a minor threatened by adults; aftermath of physical assault of a minor by adults. No sex or on-screen SA; just an impending pack dynamics speedrun for a very stressed-out preteen with a tire iron.

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So much for not upsettin’ Robin. Jason can’t see no actual tears on account of the mask an’ all, which is gonna be a problem, pro’ly, but the loud as fuck sobbin’ he’s doin’ ain’t no kinda subtle. 

“Shit,” he hisses, his shoulders tensing and nails digging into the gritty concrete. His body still feels all heavy and weird and hard to move. “M’fine, stupid, don’t–m’fine, the fuck’s wrong with ya?!” 

“Not hurt,” Robin sobs harder, and then throws his arms around him and wraps him up like–like any half-decent dam would, if they were worried about their–their pup. “Not hurt. Not hurt. Okay. S’okay.” 

He sobs all over Jasons’s greasy, tangled hair like he don’t even care it’s all gross. Jason don’t know if this means Robin’s just the sensitive type or if it means … well. Pro’ly people with normal fuckin’ families don’t end up in Robin’s line of work too often, Jason can’t help thinkin’. ‘Specially not in Gotham they don’t. 

He ain’t out like this t’night ‘cuz he’s got any family left, himself, an’ Batman’s apparently goddamn fuckin’ useless, so … 

“… s’fine,” Jason mutters, and manages to get a hand up to grip Robin’s arm just over his–just over the pup bite. “We jus’ gotta go. ‘Kay? Ain’t safe ‘ere, them assholes are gonna wake up sooner’n later.” 

“Go?” Robin asks, and sounds stressed again. “Don’t go. Stay. Don’t go.” 

Jason feels real bad ‘bout bitin’ Robin. Like–he already did, but–just he feels real bad about it. 

S’better than fuckin’ Clancey woulda done, he reminds himself harshly, and tightens his grip on Robin’s bitten arm. 

“No,” he says roughly. “We both gotta go. You gotta–I need y’to take me somewhere safe, yeah? We gotta–somewhere safe.” 

He don’t feel great about that neither, but he really, really don’t wanna still be here whenever Clancey and his shithead friends start gettin’ up. 

An’ he don’t want Robin t’be here neither.

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WIP excerpt for CactusCat behind the cut; “Superboys Switch”.

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“I’m going to handle the staff quick. Please don’t let my baby familial-relationship-to-be-decided hold the sword while I’m gone,” he says. The kid makes a face, then sticks out their tongue at him. 

“Laaaaame,” they say. “You are a total stick in the mud, man.” 

Jon … does not have a response to that, honestly. Jay’s barely-muffled snickering is not helping, though. 

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WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”.

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“Jesus, no, I’m dating your brother,” Kon says, because fuck his life, he guesses, so much for Super-stealthing this shit. Well, at least no one’s gonna accuse him of doing the horizontal mambo with Batman again, because that is basically the worst possible assumption anyone could ever–

“Not Damian, right?” Jon asks worriedly. 

God, Kon misses Young Justice right now. Seriously, fuck solo work. Also, what the hell is taking the local Batman so damn long to show up? Like in what reality is Batman of all people just letting a pair of interdimensional Kryptonians walk in his fucking front door and just, like … what, hang out? Make, he doesn’t know, fucking small talk about the interdimensional gossip? 

This entire friggin’ foyer must be trapped to the fucking gills. 

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Anonymous asked:

WHY has he not just SAID "I'm not Clark!" I know he said he wasn't Superman like twice but surely he has noticed they're still calling him Clark? Kon-El, introduce yourself PLEASE

Anyway I'm loving interdimensional refugees! It's very fun to read

The in-fic reasons are that he doesn’t want to have to explain himself multiple times and has zero idea how this reality and this Batman feel about clones or genetic determinism, but yeah we’re pretty much out of “ways to put this conversation off” at this point, haha. Poor Kon just havin’ a time of it out here.

Thank you, glad to hear you’re enjoying it! 💙

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Anonymous asked:

read all of the 'kara gets to earth on time, the kents get a two-for-one deal on kids' posts on the way to work yesterday and cried on the train

especially during the storm when she begs the kents not to send them away and then pa calls her babygirl T-T

(also the way you subtly showed her getting stronger/better senses from the yellow sun?? chefs kiss)

ty! I’m very proud of that fic, it just writes veryyyyy slow for me, so I can only make so much progress on it at a time. though actually like … actually wait a sec.

/checks notes/

… eyyyyy good news friend, expect some decently significant progress on that pretty soon, haha, I forgot how close I was to finishing up the set of thank-you sentences I owe on it.

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Thank-you sentences for bOO-oops behind the cut; “Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids”.
tw: aftermath of a panic attack, implied PTSD, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

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If it hadn’t been for Ma and Pa, she would’ve just stayed up above ground with Kal, both of them hurting and terrified and screaming. If it hadn’t been for Ma and Pa, she wouldn’t have been able to get him away from all the roaring and crashing or protect him from the noise or soothe him through the fear. She wouldn’t even have known how to get him away from it. Wouldn’t have been able to do anything for him at all. 

Worse that that, because all she actually did by being there was make it worse. Ma and Pa could’ve carried just Kal down here much faster if they hadn’t had to drag her along while she was screaming and panicking and carrying on like a disgrace. It would’ve been easier, if she hadn’t been there. She couldn’t help him at all. She couldn’t protect him at all. 

She was a burden to him. 

That’s not why their family saved her. 

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Anonymous asked:

krypton lives for wip wednesday

She’s had soldiers transfer in from under shitty commanding officers before. She’s taken over entire squads who’d had shitty commanding officers before. She’s even had new recruits coming from unfortunate backgrounds and new recruits who’d been sentenced to their service. 

But none of those situations were all of those situations at the same damn time, and all of them had a literal damn rulebook and code of fucking conduct to at least godsdamn start from, and none of them involved a pair of kids she was going to have to see every year on Nova Day and buy godsdamn nameday gifts for every year! 

They don’t even have names, she remembers abruptly.

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eulaliafluffboll asked:

krypton lives and kara gets more grey hairs by the minute

Then she grabs one of the burn balls, flashes it to them both so they’ll recognize it for next time, and then cracks it open one-handed over Thirteen’s burn with military efficiency. She does most things that way, given that wasting time and energy is a waste of time and energy and just adds unnecessary stress to life. Also, well–the obvious force of habit. 

The burn ball cracks in her fist and the medicated alkalies and acidized vapors in the ball’s various interlocked compartments all combine and mist out, the chemicals activating and dissolving the exterior shell into its salve stage. The heavy sun-red activated mist sinks straight down to disinfect and numb the injury, and she kneads the salve between her fingers for a moment–disinfecting them, too, and giving the numbing mist the time to take full effect–and then drops the squishy, gelatinous blob of it onto Thirteen’s palm. 

The rolled salve hits with a flat splat, briefly quivers in place, and then spreads itself across the burned skin until it passes the edges of the damaged skin and sets, leaving behind the clear flexible, breathable overskin that’ll protect the burn as it heals–and, if necessary, generate and graft new skin. Though it’s unlikely much grafting will be required in this case, considering the actual burn is fairly minor, so they’ll just have to peel the leftover overskin off once it’s done the rest of its job.

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Anonymous asked:

Krypton lives for WIP wed

“There,” she says, and Thirteen stares down at his hand blankly. Match stares at it blankly too, though that’s less notable, given their general demeanors so far. 

“The fuck?” Thirteen says, turning his hand over and still staring at the fresh layer of overskin wrapped around it. “Is that–what, it?” 

“Yes,” Kara says, a little mystified by the question. “It wasn’t a plasma burn, kid, a basic burn ball’s plenty to handle a flashburn.”

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windybluebelles asked:

(I feel like I say this every week Ha) For WIP Wednesday- Krypton lives and Kara didn’t sign up for this 💚

“A what now?” Thirteen says. A flicker of exasperation crosses Match’s face, but only for a blink. Kara, briefly, wonders–Kal said something about having super-speed, on Earth. 

Would that flicker of expression have been discernable, at super-speed? 

“A burn ball,” she says. “Why, what do Earthlings use?”

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redrikki asked:

Can I get some more "Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this," please? It's my favorite. Thanks!

“Wh–how would we even fucking know that?” Thirteen demands, looking exasperated himself. “We’re not supposed to get burned!” 

“I was under the impression Earthlings did,” Kara says, raising an eyebrow at him. She doesn’t mention anything about how arguably they’re not “supposed” to be under a yellow sun, and therefore should be capable of being burned. She doesn’t think that one would go over particularly well. 

“I–yeah?” Thirteen looks confused. “So?” 

“So you said you had friends,” Kara says. “That’s a normal reason to know how Earthling medical care works.”

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readera asked:

Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this please!

I'm loving the difference in cultures.

Thirteen opens his mouth, his teeth half-bared, and then … stops, and … frowns, instead. Match’s face doesn’t do anything at all. Kara waits for a response, and Thirteen’s frown deepens. 

“… we’re the ones who get hurt,” Thirteen says slowly, shifting his weight back slightly and watching her warily, but not taking an actual step back. “That’s what we’re for. If somebody else gets hurt–that’s us fucking up. It’s not supposed to happen.” 

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Anonymous asked:

You’re a Real Katch, please! I’m on the edge of my seat!

“Kon-El,” Supergirl says, her voice gone even tighter. Match doesn’t want to hear that. Not–Superboy’s name. 

He’s not something that wants things. Not even something that doesn’t want things. He wasn’t designed to be, and he came out the way he was designed; he performed to expectation. He’s compliant. Useful. The empty thing that’s never anything it wasn’t told to be. That’s always what it was told to be. “Oh–dho kyn-tul. How long did you wait, gynot-zhor?” 

Match doesn’t understand the question. Doesn’t know what she means. Doesn’t want to hear Superboy’s name ever again. 

“Kon?” Supergirl tries, and he screws his eyes shut as tight as he can and digs his fingers into his hair and scalp and the back of his head and just–just–“… Kal. Did he tell you how long he waited?” 

“No,” Superman says, sounding–bothered, maybe. Troubled. Match doesn’t understand it. Him. This. “I don’t–I really thought he understood why he didn’t have to, after the last time we talked about it. Kid, you know I meant what I said, don’t you?” 

“No,” Match chokes, because he doesn’t know what Superman said, and he’s dizzy and sick and degrading and burning and–

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