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candlecoo-sideb-art · 5 months

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the entity

#unnamed project #digital art #my art #art #original content #original character #original art #oc art #my ocs #oc artwork #ocs #artwork

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fanfrelon · 3 months

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Dylan Sprayberry

#dylan sprayberry #unnamed project #teen wolf cast #showering #nudity #dylansprayberryedit #twcastedit #my edits #2402

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anonymousfoz · 5 months

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November 26, 2023

I don't want a lot for Christmas

Her singing echoed through the halls as she wandered, looking for new victims. She broke out of containment a day ago, and the building had been evacuated. I had been stuck on E-hall, and any nearby exit would have meant I had to deal with her. But instead, she came for me. I had a chance. I began crawling through the parts of the building that I remembered. Flashing sirens were my only guiding light through the quiet hallways.

There is just one thing I need, I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

I had made it to D-hall. The green light masked a horrific scene. Tobias lay dead against the wall, his internal organs ripped out. His blood splattered across the hall as his walkie-talkie remained in his hand. I didn't want to leave his body here, but I had no choice. I slowly grabbed his walkie-talkie and headed for the armory. The armory had two entrances, one to the D-hall and the other that led to C-hall. I slowly crawled inside the armory and slowly closed the door. I didn't close it fully but had jammed something through the handle. If she were to try to break in, I would have time to get to C-hall.

I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know

I heard her high heels clack against the metal floor of D-hall. She was standing over Tobias' body, looking at it. I had only seen her through the security camera. She looked a lot taller than I thought. I could not see what happened next through the small crack of the door, but I could hear bones breaking and meat being cut. It was a brief moment before she left. I wanted to go over and see what had happened, but I had to focus. I need to escape. I grabbed some firepower, flashlights, a few grenades, and a riot shield and headed out. I mounted a flashlight on top of my gun and began quickly going down C-hall and towards A-hall. Freedom was getting closer, but so was she.

Make my wish come true

I began sprinting, she was coming too close, and I would have no position to defend myself. Running west on A-hall heading to B-hall, panic began to fill my mind. A small office room had made for a quick shelter. I hid in the corner with my riot shield in front of me for protection. I had to think of a way out, but if she was following me, I would put others in danger. That thought plagued my mind until I heard her.

All I want for Christmas is you

The glass in the door shattered, and I flinched. The riot shield had protected from the majority of the glass. She knew where I was. I crawled towards the door, waiting for her to open it. The doorknob slowly turned, and she stepped inside. I waited for the right chance and slammed her into the wall with the shield. Her nails slashed into the riot shield with sparks forming, but I had one shot left. She was confused and highly angry when I started shooting. It seemed ineffective as bullets showed to do nothing to her. Before she could do anything else, I ran again, leaving behind the riot shield. I had changed the course from A-hall to E-Hall, the back of the building. Taking the shortcut from C to D, I covered more ground than I expected.

She was gaining speed, and I could hear her slowly getting closer. I turned and grabbed one of my grenades. As she turned, I pulled the pin and ran towards her. She aimed her claws at my stomach, but she was too late as the grenade had exploded. The first layer ceiling collapsed on us, trapping her and buying others more time. I had no idea how I was still alive after taking a grenade to the face. I was stuck, unable to move. This would be where I died. I closed my eyes as the oxygen slowly left my body.

I don't want a lot for Christmas…

#my writing #unreality #fiction #unnamed project #writing #writeblr #seasonal writing

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sucrecube9 · 3 months

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Screw it. Some concept art for the game im currently working on.

#unnamed project #jazz art #sketches #jazz's ocs

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circusbythesea · 1 year

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There's gonna come a day when you feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch Lighter than the air Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say?

Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats

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circus-lemons · 2 months

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*throws oc art out into the void*

Mother is mothering

#art #digital art #my art #my oc #my character #unnamed project #comic in the works

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ironhoshi · 1 year

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"What happened here?" The question is rhetorical and a mistake. He spins on his toes the second he realizes he shouldn't have asked. Cal is reaching out towards a fallen trooper. "No!"

Eyes roll back and the jetii's whole body locks up.

Boba doesn't waste a second closing the space between them, his jetpack roaring loudly.

#kesett #snippets #throwing snippets around #unnamed project

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eebzly · 1 year

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Saint-Laon (concept art)

The White Lion of the Lake. People say the Lion emerged from the waters of the lake after a star fell into its dark depths.

#eebz draws #the mess #concept art #oc #original art #unnamed project #original mythology #oc lore

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youllnevergetmealive · 1 year

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Oh yeah, but first, I'm showing y'all my (very simple) character intro's

#unnamed project #hope y'all like them cause I'm excited about this shit #I'll also probably keep tagging this as unnamed project after it gets a name so feel free to block that tag if you don't wanna see this

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argerius · 1 year

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Lazy week

Hey there. Just going to take a lazy week this week. That said, I most likely will post a little snippet of the story that I'm working probably next Saturday in exchange for just vibing for this week. Hope you enjoy when it rolls out next week!

#update #unnamed project #writing #fantasy #sleep #lazyday #wish me luuuuck

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k-d-t-art · 2 years

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Happy Friday 13th, here's some glam rock ghouls!!!

I have this garbage-ass "horror-comedy 80s slasher movie" idea about this glam rock band that died in a stage accident, and how three of them came back from the dead while the fourth member's soul got sent to Hell (lol). in an attempt to get their buddy back, Aubrey, Robin, and Jasper go on a slashing spree in order to gain the attention of Satan and subsequently get sent to Hell so that they can perform together again (in the underworld of course).

Yeah it's stupid but I still think it's funny

#Robin Mogila #Aubrey Lachaise #Jasper Fasana #unnamed project #original art #artses and fartses #artist on tumblr

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candlecoo-sideb-art · 7 months

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It's a meme.

#original character #original content #original art #my ocs #my characters #oc art #ocs #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #art #you guys don't know them but I love them #oc #character design #unnamed project

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sesshaxiii · 1 year

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New character for a new project I've been working on. He is a 15 year old Jerboa salvager and engineer, named Ish. Still very much a WIP. Enjoy!

#SesshaXIII #Ish #Jerboa #unnamed project #scifi #science fiction

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anonymousfoz · 5 months

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December 6, 2023

Two men walked through the graveyard near the facility. It was recovering from the outburst. The first man was tall. He wore a special military uniform. His hat and yellow goggles were off on the table. Over his grey uniform sat a bulletproof vest, and the phrase "S.C.P." was on his uniform on his left arm, and a revolver hoisted around his waist. The other man was a little smaller, in a nice newly bought red and green tux and wearing a Christmas hat.

The two men stopped, and the olden man took off his hat before placing it near his chest. The second man stopped to look down. He was confused by the unnatural behavior before it dawned. These were soldiers killed in the Mariah attack.

"Which-"

"Tobias Thomas Turkey, 15." The olden man started. "He had so much left in his life yet decided to sacrifice himself to save others. Thomas was a quiet lad with a curious mind. He wanted to fix things and learn how they worked. Always came in with a wholesome mood and seemed to shed light on others. His smart wits and incredible technology prowess saved more lives than lost. May he rest in peace among the stars as we were truly an angel among us mortals."

"And the second one?"

"Salem G. Hallows Eve, 21, Salem showed her courage even till her death. To protect others was her duty. A sister to most, but a role model to all. Through thick and thin, she was always there for anyone who needed help. She showed she was willing to give it all up to save the rest. She wasn't with us as long as Thomas was, but her impact was almost as great. She came from the military and quickly found a home with the rest of us. To never hear her again is something worse than death. For in my late 40s, I have never found another soul with such wisdom and rage. May she rest among the stars and the deep vacuum of space. Hopefully, the two remain with each other, watching over each other and the lives of everyone they saved."

"So, just kids." The older man went quiet before he responded minutes later.

"Brave, innocent people, you helped to kill for a dumb parade."

"Mister Jackson, we don't have to start doing the blame game. Besides businesses is a market that kills, their family has gotten money for our simple mistake." The older man scoffed, causing the businessman sweat. "Machine accidents do happen."

"You people make me sick. You always think money solves issues. Money doesn't take back the lives lost."

"What does?" The older man smiled before pulling out his revolver and shooting the business man in his leg. The businessman fell hugging his leg while screaming swears. The somber man walked him to the businessman with a smile.

"I would kill you…" he smiled at the pain of the other. "But that would be too easy. Making you feel the pain and fear they went through is much more satisfying. To see the life flash in your eyes. Money doesn't fix that."

"You're a psychopath!" And with that, the older man turned around to take a drink in honor of his fallen comrades before walking off, leaving the businessman to bleed. All that was left for him was to get drunk until he could no longer feel the empty hole that was left from the loss of the most important people of his life.

As for the business man, Mister Jackson was right about one thing. The two remained together, not as angels or souls among stars…. but rather guardians. The businessman couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if two holidays were above him. He figured that Tobias' was Thanksgiving as the giant pilgrim dressed Turkey stood overhead. On the other hand, Salem was a large black cat with witch like features. A cat witch was a clever idea for marketing. Damn his mind for his logic of thinking, but it didn't matter now. The business man begged for his life, but the two animals remained silent. Eventually, the cat was the first to talk with a familiar voice… a haunting one nevertheless.

"What to do with you? So many ideas come to mind, but only one is set in stone. If you get my drift Tobias"

"Surprisingly, for once I do. For only one as selfish as yourself deserves a fate more cold than Christmas snow." The turkey stopped as the cat began to cackle in the irony as the three remained outside in snow. "Irony aside, the only thing left of you shall be iron." The businessman looked down at his hands as they began to stiffen, and a sliver substance began to coat him.

"You shall be a perfect example of what happens to those who try to mess with the natural order of time." The businessman began to move before his legs were solid stone, and only then he began to apologize, but it was already too late. He was nothing but stone. The cat let out loud laughter, which seemed to disturb the turkey. "Oh, come on, Tobias, let me have some morbid fun. After all, it fits me perfectly."

"Oh sure, and I suppose feathers fit me pretty well. I didn't ask for my last name to be Turkey." The two walked away, leaving no trace of them. They had a new purpose in their extended life, and a trip to the North Poll was soon on their way to meet with the man himself, Santa Claus.

#my writing #unreality #fiction #unnamed project #writing #writeblr #seasonal writing

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alparlaboratories · 2 years

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tag game about writing

thanks @slam-dunkrai for tagging me in this one. i dont think i can do the music one since i dont have playlists unfortunately and i just search for songs individually like some kind of caveman, but this one i can!

i gotta show the last line i wrote, and tag as many people as there are words. that’s difficult since i’m pretty asocial here on tumblr but i’ll find a couple peeps. anyway i’ve been editing an existing script instead of writing lately, so i’ll take the last line i touched from that:

The last of summer’s heat exudes from my pores, pushing down against the ground at my feet, expanding and enveloping the patch of forest with my every thought and desire and the whole of the city answers back, welcoming back her lost daughter with a laugh that sounds like an eggshell breaking open.

i’m very excited to show off what i’m working on, even if it’s just a small thing it’s very close to me so i can’t wait to do more work on this before going back to fics.

anyway, no pressure at all but if y’all are interested @chronicallyowlish-blog and @tafferling you could give it a try.

#tag game #writing #unnamed project

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writer-aspirantus · 1 month

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Hard magic systems are fun! If you break just one of the rules (on accident!) the whole thing just collapses like a house of cards!

#I have never been both so sure of myself and had so many doubts about what I have created #unnamed project #writing

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