From my November 19th post here; some of both of my WIPs for @tamsinswriting (and also a peek at what's been taking my writing time X'D), thank you!

Wheedlesome

And now there was Sho, the absolute centre of his world from the moment he had first met those bold, curious blue eyes. Now pouting at him, nudged close and too big for his lap but that had never stopped Sho anyway. And that pout was. . .

Stricken

Noritsune smiled slightly, weak and wavering, knees drawn up to his chest and arms tucked tight around them. Tomomori nudged up into his side and he took a shaky breath, biting his lip. Tomomori wrapped an arm around him and he let his legs slide down, turning into Tomomori instead.

Crochet:

Some amigurumi! (The potion bottles and bees are my own design. X3 The Tiny-Rexes are adapted from a pattern by Sweet Softies.)

Also a shijimi bag (often called a Japanese knot bag in English) for myself (I wanted one for money and such at the farmer's market) and perhaps the first of a number for sale (still in progress).

From my November 26th post here; Wheedlesome for @meggiejolly, @phantom-z0ne, and @zyrafowe-sny, thanks!

From my November 26th post here; some of each of my WIPs for @twyrewolf, thanks!

Wheedlesome

It was only the truth, after all, and while Kei didn’t . . . particularly enjoy even remembering much of his life, Sho had always been an impressive, impossible shield against it. And certainly he no longer believed there was anything that would horrify Sho or make him turn away from Kei. Sho wound his arms around Kei’s shoulders in turn, and he nuzzled along Sho’s jaw to the elegant curve of his throat.

Knockout

There was a shift, a flicker of shadow, and San breathed, waiting. Their commander didn’t rise. Another shot blazed through the town - what was left of it - and threw him into glowing relief that San’s enhanced vision hadn’t needed.

Projects

From my November 26th post here; some of each of my WIPs for @tamsinswriting, thanks!

Wheedlesome

Sho’s expression brightened again immediately. ‟There is nothing of me I would not give you, if you want it.” Kei promised, smiling as Sho bit his lip, ducking his head slightly. ‟My history, any story there is in my life, is not beyond that.” he teased, hugging Sho close even as he relaxed.

Knockout

‟Commander!” San’s chest seized, like an electrical malfunction in his system, as their commander went down, obscured by a cloud of smoke and rubble. Move, move, move, get-

Projects

From my November 19th post here; Wheedlesome for @twyrewolf and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thanks!

From my November 19th post here; Wheedlesome for @eriquin and @auburnlaughter, thanks!