#kedreeva

[greenbergsays]

I was just casually scrolling Tik Tok and just imagine my surprise when

@kedreeva why are you haunting me

#kedreeva #tik tok

[spottedenchants]

"I Think You’re Worth Holding Onto" please!

Sentences!

Essek makes a little mewl and Jester goes stock still. All he does is cover his face as he stretches a bit and relaxes again, still asleep, and it’s stupidly cute. Okay, maybe she’s more upset about this whole thing than she thought.

Thank you! :D

WIP Wednesday Game rules

#the lad has been kittified. he has been for the entirely of ts #oldest wip right here #essek thelyss #jester lavorre #jessties #chanse wip #i think you're worth holding onto #chanswers #kedreeva

[wolveria]

"Echo Reader" for WIP Wednesday please!

Echo!!! In this wip he's wearing the "droid" outfit, my favorite ;)

After cuffing his wrist to the nearby pipes, and placing larger stuncuffs around his ankles, you patted him down and found a pistol strapped to his thigh plate, hidden underneath the cloth kama. You removed the pistol and placed it on the workbench out of reach, not taking chances. Your next task involved feeling along his helmet until you found a latch on the side of his headgear. The mask clicked and lifted upward, revealing his face.

You blinked, not sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this.

Cheep beeped in binary, tottering back and forth while waving his spindly arms.

“A clone?” you asked, studying the pale, unconscious face. “Are you sure? He doesn’t look good. Do you think he’s sick?”

<He’s definitely a clone! Though I am not sure if he’s ill.>

You crossed your arms. This was far more complicated than a simple thief sneaking into your repair shop.

“I thought they all worked for the Empire. This one doesn’t seem Imperial.”

<I can scan his wrist implant for information.>

“Do it.”

The grey and yellow astromech rolled forward, a blue light bathing the clone’s arm where he scanned it. After a moment, he beeped in distress.

<The clone doesn’t have an implant!>

 “That’s because it was removed.”

You gave an undignified squawk and jumped backwards, Cheep mirroring your panic.

The clone was now awake and seemed very unhappy about the new development involving two sets of binders and the removal of his weapons.

You cleared your throat and straightened your posture, crossing your arms over your chest. Cheep mimicked you, crossing his tool arms in place of real ones.

“Are you with the Empire?”

“No. I told you, I’m here to retrieve a droid. That droid,” he said with a pointed glare at Cheep, who immediately scooted behind your legs, bravado forgotten.

“Cheep isn’t going anywhere with you,” you told the impetuous clone, “especially if you’re taking him back to that spice-dealing scum.”

“Then we have a problem, because I’m not leaving without him.”

“You’re not leaving at all! You’re the one in binders!”

The clone removed his hands from behind his back, the binders in fact, gone, and then proceeded to release the binders around his ankles with a simple spark of his scomp link.

You grabbed the pistol on the workbench and aimed it at him, trying not to think about how quickly this was spiraling out of control.

“Stay back!”

Cheep rolled in front of you, pulling out his stun tools and firing them up in a display that didn’t impress the clone. He simply glared at you as if you were the inconvenience, and his patience was wearing thin.

“Put down the blaster.”

“No,” you growled. “You’re not taking him.”

“Are you really going to shoot me to keep that from happening?”

He asked as if genuinely curious. Or maybe he was just stalling for time.

 “I don’t want to, but I will.”

He stared at you for a long moment, studying your features with that same consideration, and then he gave a small shrug.

“Despite the fact you’ve never held a blaster before, I believe you.”

You frowned.

“I’ve held a—”

The clone lunged before you could fire, grabbing your hand and squeezing your fingers so you couldn’t grasp the trigger. He moved behind you, yanking the pistol out of your grip and pinning your arms to your chest with his scomp link. You kicked out with your legs, but he simply held you off your feet, taller and stronger than you even with one prosthetic arm.

“Let me go!”

The clone pointed the blaster at Cheep, who was just about to stab at the clone with his cutting tools.

“Don’t do it, droid. The client only needs your memory banks intact, not the rest of you.”

Cheep backed up but sputtered angrily, cursing the clone and the tube he came from.

“You bastard!” you seethed through your teeth, your struggles failing to dislodge you from his grip. “I thought you of all people would understand. He fought in the war, just like you.”

The clone went still.

#tbb echo #the bad batch #echo x reader #wip game #kedreeva #reader is a twi'lek #so glad i got to write for him a little bit

[labelleizzy]

"The Carter/Stark handshake" for WIP Wednesday, please!

Sorry it took me a few days to get here!

Here's a piece I wrote from the prompt: laundry

The hotel room was dark, dingy, cramped, and ugly. The only saving grace was the double twin beds: one against each wall with a chair in between them. Thank God Peggy wouldn't have to share an actual bed with Howard! He's aggravating enough to share space with, she's observed that he sleeps like an octopus. Or a toddler. And that would be simply intolerable.

By the second day into their research mission/stakeout, Peggy's forced to yell at him because he is leaving his clothes on every possible surface, sometimes including on top of her own suitcase.

"Howard. You will cease and desist this moment."

"Huh? Why?" He blinked at her fuzzily. To be fair they had been spending most nights recently watching the bad guys at the docks and tracking them back to their lair.

"You're about to leave your shirt on the floor again, next to your pants and belt. You really must use the chair next to your bed in lieu of Jarvis. I cede that territory to you, if only because we need to be able to walk on the floor without treading upon your clothing."

"Oh." He blinked again and ran his hand over his hair. "Sorry, Peg I didn't realize that I was taking up all the space. And I guess I do tend to rely on Jarvis quite a lot. I know you know I'm a mess maker."

She snorted a laugh.

"Usually my mess contributes to my creativity, " he rubbed his chin, "or else it's the byproduct of my creativity." He huffed a laugh. "I'll try to do better."

"See that you do," she nodded crisply with a slight smile, returning to her own nightly routine. They should be able to get a little sleep before catching the morning train to Dusseldorf.

#izzy writes #carter stark friendship #peggy carter #howard stark #wip wednesday #kedreeva #“laundry”

[lizhly-writes]

"villain fiance" please!

When Chen Lihua finally found Han Bangqing’s Sing-Song Girls of Shanghai in the library, she heard an ominous creaking noise.  Her thoughts, in order, were 1) “Huh, that’s weird” and 2) “Oh, I see, I’m going to get crushed to death by a bookshelf.”

Conveniently enough, before she had any time to react, somebody tackled her out of the way.

#wip wednesday #transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance #asks #kedreeva #my writing #happy very very late wip wednesday #chen lihua

[000marie198]

Oops sorry, didn't go down far enough, I had a ton of windows open to send asks through the notes! In that case, "The Sky and the Sea" please!

No worries! :) It happens

And here you go:

Sonic knelt down to consider the little fox that couldn't seem to decide whether to stare up at him in awe or throw him a glare. Mortals were funny. "Huh," the hedgehog mumbled in a mixture of confusion and amusement, a ghost of a smirk dancing across his features. "When I first saw I was blessed with a means to escape from this hellhole, I didn't think it would come with a cute angry kid." "I am not cute," said kid asserted with crossed arms. And then as an afterthought, quickly added, "And I'm not a kid." Sonic snorted. "Whatever you say, kiddo."

WIP Wednesday

#alright. little challenge for you guys #guess which media i am making this the Au of #sky and the sea #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic prime #miles tails prower #wip wednesday #wip ask game #sonic fanfiction #kedreeva

[matiasthecamilion]

Ok "If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us)" wtf you were all my life

I don't ever think that my fave part of a GO fics will be God, this was beautiful, give it a chance

#good omens fic #good omens #aziracrow #Allmighty goo omens #Kedreeva #This is fucking great #The greatest fics i ever read

[kedreeva]

I want you to know that every time I see your YouTube profile pic I realize this is what you look like and that you do not look like you Tumblr profile pic, which is what you look like in my head

The funniest thing about this is that my icon on Tumblr is actually an art piece of Sarkkhan, a dragon that dragon!Kedreeva hates in their story, so it's not even a version of me

#kedreeva #sarkkhan #flight's end #Anon asks #asks

[adhdavinci]

"Oedipus" for WIP Wednesday please!

thanks! here's for 3 asks

Sig turns his head, bionic eye focusing on the ottsel above him. The little guy looked really worried, eyes darting back and forth between the two hunched men. “For now,” Sig says. He pulls himself upright and rubs a hand down his face. “How's he doin’?” The green-blonde head is still in the can. Daxter watches with a deep frown. “Not good,” he replies softly. Sig looks at the ottsel with fresh appreciation. The guy is a joke most of the time… but he really shows up when it matters. It’s definitely impossible to pry him away from Jak's side, especially now. At least someone had always been there for Mar.

#wip wednesday #jnd #oedipus tag #my fic #mine #ask #kedreeva

[greenbergsays]

I say "in my defense, my wife said I could do it" in the same way some other people say "in my defense, you left me unsupervised"

and the worst part is, i'm not even legally married

#rl shit #kedreeva

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

"Zoom Meeting Part II: The Punishment" please!

Thank you for sending this in!

Also this seems popular today, y'all are really determined to make me finally finish this fic, huh.

Also, important: 18+ ONLY, minors dni -- this contains smut (wlw – fingering)

“Open.” She commands, and your legs spread of their own accord.

“You know.” She idley says as she slips a gloved finger into you. “Claire should know by now to not leave me alone with you.”

She slips another finger in, and your pussy squelches with how wet you are, causing you to squirm.

“Ah-ah.” Dr. Fletcher chides. “Stay still, or I'll have to restrain you.”

#c: eve #c: doc!eve #sky's inbox #sky answers #sky's stolen ask games #wip wednesday #kedreeva #sky writes #c: claire

[mad-madam-m]

3-sentence fic-athon and I would like #23 whatever that ends up being. I didn't look at the list :) so it will be a surprise!

Ha, the list isn't really anywhere public; I've made a note on my computer of all the prompts I think I could do something for and I've numbered them, and so the number of prompts changes as I add/remove them.

And number 23 today is:

any, any, that's not how any of this works

ngl Ked that felt very appropriate for you. XD

So here, have a bit of Sterek:

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, But Someone Is Wrong on the Internet!

"Okay, but Derek, you don't understand, these people are just out here being wrong about everything—"

Derek rolled his eyes and yanked the phone out of Stiles's hand, ignoring his squawk of protest. "Then they'll still be wrong in eight hours, after we've both gotten some sleep."

#m answers #kedreeva #M writes fic #M writes Sterek #WIP Wednesday

[aliferous-ly]

"cat ranchers" for WIP Wednesday please!

Tango curled up as tightly as he could. His little heart pattered, quick as a rabbit’s, an impressive amount of frustration and sadness wracking his frame. He was such a fool. And after all that peacocking about being clever, too.

The brush crackled and shifted. Someone was coming.

wip wednesday!

#womp womp #yet again. i wrote more than this #what a good thing wip wednesday is!! perhaps i should do this more often. lol #ty for the askkkk <3 <3 #kedreeva #wip wednesday

[labelleizzy]

I'd like to request the last shame filled splinter of memory for WIP Wednesday please

Turns out this was a poem I wrote and spoke at the Burning Man open mic six years ago, and it's as finished as it's going to get. Thanks so much for asking, @auburnlaughter

LOCATION: in my head

MUSIC: unstoppable force by the doubleclicks

 the last shame filled splinter of memory (3:00)

they say you are only as sick as your secrets

that shame is the feeling that THOSE secrets of yours, are too sick to tell.

well

today i told the last secret

i told the one single story i have never told anyone

my therapist knows i am a writer - a storyteller.

(something that Elizabeth Bear says, about being a writer,

"I tell lies to strangers for money")

but my stories have always been grains of truth with a glamour cast upon them 

I went in to therapy today meaning to talk about that last splinter of shame.

nervously, i laughed about it when i arrived

and i told her, when my laughing was done, that I didn't know where to start.

She told me: Think of this story as a book with several chapters. Each chapter can have a title, if you want it to, and you can tell me in the third person.

So I told her a five chapter story, about "the girl who" had lived this story.

it helped. it helped a lot, being able to distance myself and also to put the event in the *context* of my life.

It wasn't just one moment that was the splinter of me doing something I have been ashamed of. It was the forest in which the wood grew, from which I received the splinters.

It was considering the process in which I have spent twenty years and more with therapy, reflection, writing, and ritual, all about removing a variety of splinters, and the other injuries and accidents I've acquired along the way.

(i got to share something beautiful that i believe, too... when i was a child with no friends, i would cry in the light of the moon, on the front porch. there was nobody else i could cry on. but the light of the moon would comfort me, fill me in quiet ways. the moon was my friend, so much bigger than me, and eternal, i knew it could take my little human grief and pain and hold them for me until i could hold them myself.

now as an adult i still sit under the moon's light, and i throw all my love and gratitude and thanks at the moon, thinking of my childself, that somehow, through a loop in time and memory, that I had my own support, from down the line, that surviving and thriving later in my life was something i could imagine even when my life was shitty. thank gods large and little for my vivid imagination.)

I am a story in progress. I struggle.

i can now see, at 48, how that story-splinter made me Do Better in some ways, and kept me away from connecting with people in others. 

I am so glad /i am going tonight,/ to the class i have which is the closest thing i have to church now.

oh my heart. my heart needs my community and the movement by which i let out the unspeakable.

...i left it in the room. i took the splinter out and i left it, and she can compost it. because that's what a good confession will do. that's what a good confessor or therapist will help you do.

i have context. and i have a clean place that has been dirty my whole life and i have sadness about that shame and feeling dirty, but maybe now i can finally let it GO.

Read time: 3:00

x-posted from Dreamwidth. You can leave comments here or there. =)

TAGS: aging gracefully (not!), childhood, dancing, learning, life is good, pain, shame, storytelling, therapy is also good, writing is better than therapy

#izzy writes #izzy is aging gracefully #izzy writes poetry #the last shame filled splinter of memory #shame #childhood #memory #memories #spoken word #my poetry #wip wednesday #need to move this out of the wip folder #kedreeva #dance church #storytelling #writing is better than therapy #therapy is good too #i am now 54 #it does get better #if we survive

[lizhly-writes]

"because the stars and clouds told me" please!

here we are!

It doesn’t work.  That connection between them is still there, but it’s a distant, tenuous thing, and grabbing it is like trying to get amazingly shitty, laggy wifi to play a YouTube video.  If you had infinite time, you could eventually get the entire thing to load, but you’d be better off giving it up as a venture and doing some chores while you waited for a better connection. It just doesn’t work.

By all means, it should.  He vaguely recalls leaving his sword in his room, and if he’s right about that, then the distance between them is laughable, he shouldn’t have any issues at all getting it in his hand – 

Then Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t think about it because the assassin swings something at his head and it’s time to dodge.

#wip wednesday #asks #kedreeva #because the stars and clouds told me #my writing #yoo joonghyuk #yjh #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #everything

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Related to the post about kedreeva but managed to find one of the old posts you made about her from 2022. Didn’t have much luck in finding anymore examples of kedreeva being being basically “fiction has no impact on reality, so fictional incest ships are OK” so far though.

https://www.tumblr.com/is-the-owl-video-cute/681286969284870144/do-you-have-sources-on-kedreeva-i-tried-to-look

Thank you, tumblr search wasn’t working for me.

#kedreeva #for Anon