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Now that it’s officially Winter I can write my really ridiculous DK x Reader x Bang Chan competitive figure skaters love triangle au that I probably won’t finish until mid-spring
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there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"
#this is why i will never forget that moment in Exit Strategy when Mensah grabs MB by the collar and tells it *No*#murderbot#this was also the core premise of a character in#my novel wip that shall remain unnamed#probably more characters i'm forgetting about#fun tropes#tropes#stars rambles
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For the word thing
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Leaving
Hi Nonny! Thanks for sending these in! Here's what I got!
Left:
Unnamed Hurt/Comfort/Smut (Ethan x Kaycee):
But when she left the hospital today, she didn’t know if either would provide the solace she needed.
Where it Goes From Here (Tobias x Casey):
"She's just the woman that left you!"
Unnamed Angst (Eli/Zoe):
"You should have left me there!"
Leaving:
Vegas Part 3 (Ethan/Casey):
"I’m leaving nothing to chance!”
Friends* - Next Part (Tobias/Casey):
“Jake, leaving so soon?”
Where it Goes From Here (Tobias/Casey):
“I am NOT leaving Alannah!
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A Sharran, and Tiefling and a Githyanki walk into a bar
#art#wip#bg3#shadowheart#lae'zel#karlach#this au is as of yet unnamed. its technically a modern au#so for now#modern au
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#wip#thats the only thing my brain had the capacity to produce. goodbye#okay no can i ramble about their petting habits#megatron pets optimus (the cat) aggressively but not too aggressively. like a strong pat from head to tail. once or twice. only when she#feels like it and when optimus (the cat) asks. she likes having control on the petting#orion would like to pet optimus (the cat) constantly but respects his boundaries. he does however approach him and gently pat his head and#behind his ears and his tummy. he asks first btw he holds his fist and if optimus (the cat) rubs against him then he pets#that's why megatron (the cat) Tolerates orion. he appreciates having a say in receiving pets. he doesn't want them always#sometimes gets a bit antsy while being pet and bites/scratches. which he did when megatron tried petting him Once#and thats why megatron doesn't like him which also makes megatron (the cat) dislike him too#technically megatron (the cat) is an Unnamed street cat but orion unofficially named him LOL. but for his gf megatron (the cat) is simply#The Cat. the end
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assorted older warframe stuff dot jpeg (with some touch ups)
also old sierra fashion
#warframe#warframe fanart#mesa prime#ballas#garuda prime#wisp#volt#excalibur#my art#mesa sierra#some of these are unbelievably tiny holy shit#i'm talking about less than 200px tall or wide#been making an effort to work in bigger resolutions but idk how I was okay working that small before#exams are kicking my ass so I can't finish wips rn TT have some old ones in the meantime#i am torn between deciding on electrolyst skin and prime skin for my unnamed volt oc tbh but i love base volt helm so much. so baby
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@sourw0lfs tagged me in the wip game but i’m trying to do this gross thing where i just focus on one wip at a time so here’s an excerpt from that
“Hey, so, uh…” Eddie hedged. He cleared his throat, all awkward like he was about to ask a girl out to prom (if he did that sort of thing.) His fingers twitched against his knee. “I um, I think I might—”
“Oh god,” Frank sighed. Long and loud as he threw himself onto Eddie’s bed. “Not this shit again.”
“Oh!” Jeff popped his head up from where he was fiddling with the amp. “Is Eddie in love with another straight boy?”
“Ob-viously.”
“Siiick. You owe me ten bucks.”
“Both of you shut the fuck up!” Eddie snapped. “I’m not in love with him.”
He was pretty sure his bright red face wasn’t really helping his protest. His bandmates certainly didn’t seem to believe him. They just stared, blank-faced and waiting.
Eddie glared right back; he wasn’t about to let them have this. Fuckin’ pains in his bony little ass, the both of them.
The phone rang.
“Bet that’s him,” Frank smirked, and Eddie sat on his stupid, lovesick hands. Held himself in place, refusing to lose whatever this weird stand-off was.
Jeff sucked his lips into his mouth like he was trying real hard not to laugh.
The phone rang again.
Goddammit.
“Look at him go!” Frank hollered as Eddie ran out of the room.
Eddie yanked the phone off the hook, screaming back at Frank, “Whatever, asshole!”
#steddie#steddie wip#eddie munson#corroded coffin#steve harrington#unnamed freak stranger things#except not really bc his name is Frank to me#jeff stranger things#steddie fic#my writing#my wips
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the absolute bros duo
I'll finish those comics one day, I'm sure
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Bless it be the ones who can replicate the TS art style. Because this has been the hardest 4 hours of my life.
#soft launch. soft launch. soft launch. soft laun-#their name is Noble and is for the unnamed route#this is kinda tougher than thought…#but imma leave it here for now#nightnight#wip#touchstarved mc
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recently did my annual rewatch of over the garden wall, so here's a dump of otgw inspired trees frm my sketchbook that ive done since then
#on the downside im still mad about a Certain tv show#so after watching this masterpiece i was like. WOW this series did such a good job with its characters & themes & pacing.#if only ANOTHER 10 episode animated cartoon network series that Shall Go Unnamed managed to succeed at those things .#instwsd of dropping the ball last minute & fucking shit up immensely. haha. im normal#hmm anyway#my art#halloween#og art#trees#landscape#sketchbook#traditional art#mushrooms#fungi#wip#<- these r mostly finished#partially saying wip bc i plan 2 post better pics of these someday l#lol
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WIP Wednesday !!
Not sure whether this will see the light of day in the finished piece, but it’s still technically a WIP for now so:
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Behind him, the fire crackled.
Orange flames rose up into smoke that was carried up the chimney flue. Scott was mesmerised by it.
He ambled over and rested his arm on the mantlepiece. Beside his hand, a clock ticked slowly. He pulled out an old pocket-watch from his waistcoat and checked the two faces against one another. They held the right time: half past eleven.
The previous night’s dinner disaster still haunted Scott. During his restless night he had cast his mind back over the proceedings. Was there a way he could have prevented such a massive fall-out between them? Alan had yet to leave his room whilst John had skipped breakfast, opting to meet with some of his scholarly friends instead. Gordon was nowhere to be seen and Virgil had given him the cold shoulder all morning, only speaking to inform him of Tanusha’s whereabouts; with Lady Penelope.
Scott had felt awful. He hadn’t meant to push three of his siblings to the edge, the other two unwilling to talk with him.
He ran a thumb over the back of the polished watch. It had been given to him as a gift from his father, over six years ago, for his twenty-first birthday. Before his father, it had belonged to his grandfather. Grant Tracy still resided within that watch, in Scott’s mind at least. What died never stayed dead so long as you allowed the deceased to remain with you, in you heart and soul. Trinkets helped keep them close.
#wip wednesday#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds are go#au april#regency au#thunderfam#five fics#scott tracy#fic: unnamed regency au
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Last Line Tag
thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea! another out-of-context line from the new wip:
He always thought he’d be dead.
I should update my taglist, but tagging (if you'd like, no pressure!) @notwritinganyflufftoday, @pluto-murphy-writes, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and whoever reads this!
#ink writes#tag game#last line tag#from the still unnamed wip#I should also change my pinned post to a re-intro post. but that'd mean I need to write a re-intro post
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tagged by @kyber-infinitygems @shallow-gravy and @thesingularityseries (thank you all so much!)
tagging: @carlosoliveiraa @strangefable @cassietrn @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @marivenah @nightbloodbix @josephseedismyfather @la-grosse-patate @direwombat @statichvm @clicheantagonist @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @amalkavian @justasmolbard
opt in/out for cod stuff (making a separate tag list for it from my fc5 stuff)
Since I posted a new chapter of both All Along the Watchtower and American Beasts this week, why not share some of the ladyhawke!au (medieval fantasy) i've started on for my cod ship:
Five years.
Five long years.
Five long years. Alone.
Each day getting that much harder to watch pass. The break of day a cruel mistress for him as the spark of burning sun that rises each morning means he is once again left to wander.
Jonathan Price knew no home any longer, held no loyalty except to one person, and as he travels each rocky road and dirt path between villages the sights have all become a blur, blending into one bland doldrum of grey. He can’t even appreciate the stars in the sky, nor the cool silver glow of the moon. There was just the sun, but with it came no light, not anymore. Days were one long expanse of reflecting on his memories of a better time, of the things he no longer got to have. Things so close yet so far away. Just out of reach. Like a figment in the corner of one’s vision, a mirage of an oasis he took for granted when he had it at his fingertips.
Pulling on the reins of his trusted Karachay horse, Nikolai, the horse’s long dark mane blowing in the mid-morning breeze, Price took long strides through the woodland green as his loyal companion followed, whinnying as the small lamb trotting along with them fell behind. It's wool coiled soft and white, eyes large and innocent, bleats it's discontent as he moves quicker than little legs can carry.
Pausing his march, he turns to look over his shoulder and grumbles quietly to himself before calling out to the animal, “Now, now, my girl. None o’ that. I carried you for the last five miles.”
The shrill little cry of the minuscule creature back at him in opposition to his chiding was enough to make him smirk.
“Is that so?” He lifts a brow and looks down at the hooved creature announcing its displeasure, a low chuckle coming from him. “Well, whatever the lady wants, eh?”
Scooping up the lamb into his arms, he places it in the saddle bag on the horse's back. It's little head pushing back the leather lid as it peers out at him, bleating once more, little pink tongue flailing with its call.
“You're gonna be trouble for me today, aren't you?” He teases, grasping the lamb’s slender black hoof in his hand before brushing his fingers gently through the wool on its head. “Just like you to be, darlin’.”
As easy as this moment seems to be, he finds himself overcome by a look of longing that furrows his brow and tightens his jaw. Carrying a loss with him that for so long he has tried his best to ignore, pretending as though it doesn’t weigh heavily on his heart with each passing moment.
“You just rest those li’l legs of yours, my girl.” His voice is a husky whisper as he looks into the dark eyes of the innocent prey animal in his charge. “We'll stop for a meal soon enough.”
#wip wednesday#skelly writes#call of duty#ladyhawke au#ship: you are the sword to my shield#john price#oc: rory sinclair#rory x price#unnamed wip currently
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@griefabyss69 @pennyplainknits @paperbackribs @spectrum-spectre @cranberrymoons @steddie-island i think the people want to know about Indubitably to Suck a Dick 😂😂
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ITSAD is an unbelievably stupid crack fic idea i had after remembering an old poetry lesson from a high school summer writing workshop and then thinking about how eddie munson would terrorize his english teachers. it’s terrible i love it you can read the first part here. and a fresh snippet where that part left off below:
“You’re both showing off,” Frank cuts in as he steps up to his locker. “And why are you pissing off Ms. Harbert on purpose, man? I thought you were trying to graduate this time.”
Wow. Eddie blinks at him. “Well, hello to you, too, man, Jesus Christ. Who pissed in your Cheerios?”
“Probably Candace,” Jeff says.
“Probably fuck off,” Frank suggests.
“Yep. Definitely Candace.”
Frank groans and shuts his locker, knocks his forehead against the door. Eddie leans a shoulder against the cool metal and levels him with an earnest look, dropping his voice. “She turn you down for Valentine’s day?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Ouch. That’s a yes. And a bad one, too, judging by how miserable Frank’s voice sounds when he says it. Eddie sucks his teeth in sympathy.
Jeff offers no such thing. “Are you two losers done feeling sorry for yourselves now? I want to get to rehearsal.”
Little asshole. Dude always knows just what to say to get them out of a funk, works like a charm every time — not because it’s the correct response, but because Frank and Eddie both start going in on him so hard that they forget to mope entirely, hollering “Wooooow!” and “Seriously, man??” and “Go fuck yourself, Jeff!”
“Yeah, Jeff!”
“You know,” Eddie says conversationally to Frank, “I’m told getting popped in the mouth hurts especially bad with braces.”
“Damn right, it does,” Frank nods, and then they’re laughing, snickering like a bunch of dorks in a nearly empty hallway, which, like. They should probably clear out of. The roaming packs of after-school jocks will be prowling around here soon enough, and threats of violence are only funny when you know nobody means that shit.
#thank you all for sharing the brain cell with me today lmaooo#wip game#writing game#my writing#my wips#steddie#eddie munson#corroded coffin#jeff stranger things#unnamed freak stranger things#but his name is FRANKLIN
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Making a Nautolan oc bc why not. She doesn't have a name, so suggestions are helpful. (She/her)
The design is inspired off of a strawberry squid
The second one isn't a strawberry squid, I just thought it looked cute lol
#star wars#my art#the clone wars#star wars fanart#star wars the clone wars#nautolan#star wars nautolan#nautolan star wars#star wars oc#star wars oc art#oc art#jedi original character#jedi oc#nautolan jedi oc#unnamed oc#wip#art wip#star wars wip
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