sarcastic-mommy:kendochick-moor:ao3commentoftheday:Work in Progress WednesdayCreators: work on or po

sarcastic-mommy:kendochick-moor:ao3commentoftheday:Work in Progress WednesdayCreators: work on or post something from your WIP. This is your weekly reminder to get something down on paper (real or virtual). It’s also a chance to share your progress with your followers and give them a sneak peek of what’s to come!Fans: leave a comment on an unfinished fic and let the writer know how much you love it. Reblog an artist’s sketch and let them know you can’t wait to see the final product. Send someone an ask cheering them on!Feel free to repost this image!Um, I have a few things on the go at the moment. ^^; (Hello and welcome to the mess of my Obsessions-in-Progress!)The Whopper (nearly 70k words, so far unpublished):“Uncle Izuna mentioned it in passing. He was wondering how we were fairing,” said Itachi. The ‘we’ he referred to was, of course, the Underground.“What did you tell him?” asked Mikoto.“That the healers outside the castle saw their share of victims,” answered Itachi.Mikoto tilted her head, observing her eldest son.“He didn’t ask how our patients were doing?” she inquired.Sasuke looked away, down at the table.“What else?” asked Mikoto.“I said that the castle needed better medics if they couldn’t do what the Underground could,” said Sasuke after a moment of hesitation.Itachi’s expression gave nothing away, but Mikoto could sense the disappointment radiating out of Itachi regarding Sasuke’s off-hand comment.“Then what?” asked Mikoto in the same lovely, cultured tone.“He asked who we were sending our sick to,” said Itachi quietly.Mikoto’s eyes sharpened as she looked at her youngest son.“You fool,” she said evenly.And, for anyone interested in Ch 10 of TAoDaRM:“Isn’t it depressing working on your will?” asked Sakura, her voice reluctant and soft.The clicking of Tobirama’s fingers on his keyboard slowed to a stop. He turned to face her again, but this time, his eyes held a note of compassion.He exhaled quietly, considering his words before answering Sakura.“I have few connections to others,” said Tobirama calmly. “Outside my brother, few will miss me when I die. But it will devastate Hashirama. Until recently, my brother did not treat life seriously. In some ways, he still does not,” admitted Tobirama with a hint of tiredness. “He is my executor, though. My will is a guideline for him to help him understand how to proceed when I won’t be here anymore to keep him in line. I don’t do this for myself. I do this for him. In that sense, no, it does not depress me. It motivates me to do my best, so that he suffers as little as possible when I pass.”And Ch 4 of Shangri-La, which I just realized I forgot to edit and post over the holidays…. oops…Madara folded his arms, looking downward. Children with different fathers. Such a thing would have earned Sakura an entirely different position, in the capital. But here, she was the leader. Her choice of mate was a position vied for, no doubt. The father would gain prestige for providing her with the opportunity for a child, but held no sway over the political machinations of the village. It was entirely the opposite of what happened in the capital, and Madara tried to wrap his head around the role reversal.“You’re… a courtesan?” asked Madara, one eyebrow raised.Izuna gave him a derisive look. “I still hold my position of advisor. I focus on raising the boys during my time away from my duties. They are very intelligent. They walked and spoke very young.”“So did I, but that’s expected of Uchiha of the main line,” said Madara dismissively.Yes, yes, yesAll of these!!!Yessss!!! -- source link

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