#‘wtf’ factor of it

[scramratz]

Wait are you telling me the severe acne I've had for months is BECAUSE MY NED WAS LEAKING FIBERGLASS

[gioia-writes-and-others]

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In the spirit of "fuck it we ball" AND breaking that unhealty habit of overthinking and procrastinate posting here a few snippets of a scene that gave me quite the headache....and still does 😒

Not the whole scene because....reasons (spoilers?)

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Snippets DRAFT ZERO - The scarred angel (Ashley Knox trilogy) AND some art under the cut

CW : blood, injuries,possible torture, swearing, murder

The screen showed what looked like a fingerprint magnified multiple times over.

The red cursor blinked and bit down pixels, the trajectory defined by the code scrolling across the screen generating the necessary electrical impulses, worked like any eraser tool in a graphic software leaving behind large patches of black.

"It's empty now....." the man wearing a white lab coat muttered, basically to no one but himself, squinting through his spectacles at the output on the screen.

His quite imposing stature forced him to sit slightly slouched forward.

Bony pale fingers switched continuously from mouse to keyboard without him taking his eyes off to what on-display.

Except... it wasn't empty.

.......

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One of the two men standing behind White-coat snorted through the handkerchief fabric concealing his nose and mouth :

"What the fuck? He'll trash all those fucking wires you stuck on his head, why you don't sedate the bastard?"

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White-coat chin pointed towards the glass wall that separated them from the gruesome scene : "Shut him down." he instructed the two men, voice neutral and fingers keeping up the typing on the keyboard.

It was the second man's turn to snort as he walked briskly towards the glass door, pulling out a gun from behind the waist band.

The door had barely swung open when the silent blow brought the subject's ordeal to an end, sending splotches of red blood and gray matter all over the wall next to him.

...........

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The two men pulled the plastic coat that covered part of the walls up to the floor underneath the chair, opened the shackles and shoved down the corpse that hit the floor with a heavy thud, rolled it inside the tarp folding the exceeding haphazardly and started to drag the whole thing, one to each side.

"Next time fix that better, would you?" the first one complained loud enough through the fabric.

The other grumbled back something unintelligible, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips.

Just few minutes before his hand had found the lighter in his pocket to lit it up.

It would had help to bare with the fetor coming from God knows where, since the bastard on the chair was still alive at that point.

But White-coat's stern look, the only moment where the fucker had dignified them with a glance, had stopped him midway.

Clearly this fucker had to be immune to the miasma.

So now, as his comrade was pissing him off, he came back to him that it really did suck they couldn't get rid of this White-coat ass too.

Because the orders, of course.

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When they passed next to the desk where he was abusing his keyboard White-coat instructed : "Bring the next in." still not taking his eyes off from the screen, tone flat.

Both men barked out a groan.

"Fuck man, are you telling me we have to cover it all up again?" blurted out Thug-number-one through the hankie.

At that White-coat finally snapped out from his work.

He tilted his head and in a nervous reflex adjusted his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, like he hadn't fully acknowledge the presence of the two thugs in the lab with him until that very moment.

.....

.......

The two men finally reached the corridor that leaded to the outside.

.........

"I'm telling you, this whole thing is rubbing me all wrong." Thug-number-two grumbled again.

Thug-number-one nodded, fucking finally getting rid of the hanky and using it to drab dry the sweat from his brow.

"This son of a bitch is fucking heavy" he chin pointed to the roll tarp "Pick up the next one skinny, shall we?"

Out in the open on the truck's cargo bed were piled up several other corpses already, summarily wrapped in a mess of blood-stained tarp, the layers not to discourage swarms of buzzing flies that lift in the air as the men made an ultimate effort to lift and dump the last dead man's body with the others.

...........

For a while the only noise came from the flies buzz feasting and the sandy dust scrunching under the soles as the two enjoyed - fucking finally - a well deserved smoke, back leaned against one side of the truck in the only very thin sleeve of shadow.

Then Thug-number-two broke the silence : "The asshole said 'another one'." he tsked.

............

Another bunch of seconds trailed while both drag on their cigarette and exhaled smoke then Thug-number-two prompted again : "You know what this shit's about at least?"

At that Thug-number-one made a face, his resolution to keep quiet instantly out : "What? You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"New business man!"

Thug-number-two arched a brow, skeptic.

Thug-number-one insisted eagerly, enjoying the sudden authority that came from being the only one aware of what's going on : "Fuck, man, I'm telling you! All this shit? Progress, man!"

Thug-number-two gave him an unimpressed look : "Fuck progress, has Moreno said that?" he almost pouted.

"Man, are you against progress?" Thug-number-two mocked him.

The other shrugged : "Fuck off!" he muttered averting his gaze, then spat on the ground and sucked on the cigarette keeping silence, all to underline his contempt.

Thug-number-one toke his time and let his comrade sunk in his bad mood for a bit, then chucked the butt in the dust, snuffed it with the heel and conceded : "Moreno didn't say shit".

He straightened up and adjusted the belt under his prominent stomach : "I've picked things up by myself. See all that crap now, computers and stuff?"

The other gave him the eye, but clearly enough he wanted to know.

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Also working some art for one of my OCs, Frank Morales....not there yet in the way I imagine him but wip

(The girl is not happy about it....😅)

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[0507-worms]

shidou's last few timeline conversations feel a little too ominous for him to Not Know that something was coming; which just makes me wonder what made him let his guard down

[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

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Wip The scarred angel / DRAFT Zero - actual chp 9 "The den"

ART (IbisPaint, yes, I'm playing with it) + Text under the cut / CW body fluids (?)

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What they see are metal bars running from the ground to the ceiling same as a prison cell, bare and completely empty but for the deadly stink of urine mingled with the stale of other non specified substances.

Ashley clenches her teeth while she swipes the rye of the torch's light over the rock walls, the unwilling tension clasping at her nape and the pit of her stomach obviously going unnoticed by the two women with her.

Which is exactly how it has to be.

The lingering stink reminding ammonia's does speak loud enough about people that have been held captive inside.

Now the cell's door has been left locked, the key nowhere to be seen.

Since there is nothing more to check they resume the inspection and walk deeper into the gallery.

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Eyes open wide in shock when they push open the second door.

"Is this a lab ?" Amy speaks first, almost in aw, while she takes in the surroundings.

A fair work has been achieved to get this part of the gallery almost matching a typical white collar working space, including a ventilation system and rather some equipment, considering what's been left, to re-create a functional setting.

"They lack on the decoration side..."Amy mutters in bitter irony to balance the surprise.

These walls are bare indeed but for a few office magnetic boards that have been swiped clean, and a regular paper print of the Holy Mary stuck crookedly on the wall near the entrance.

Amy follows Ashley's gaze lingering over that one.

"Do they pray?" she asks not holding back the disbelief in her pitch at the sight of the sacred image.

Pretty much out of place, to say the least, borderline surrealistic.

Ashley's eyes narrow for a moment, brow furrowed, then she shrugs as a response and sweeps her attention across the rest of the space.

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[felixcosm]

Can I say something controversial about WOE.BEGONE? Well I'm doing it anyway.

I don't think Michael flirting with Sly when he's already met him in the future is a big deal at all, it's probably one of the more healthy way of meeting your partners (next to Mikey manipulating Edgar and what Texlaw has going on*)

It's not really like he was manipulating Sly with big secrets that he figured out from the future, he came to his bar because he knew Sly will help protect them from the Flinchites - which he did and which they needed.

And Sly was absolutely flirting back. He talks to Michael for two minutes and offers to teach him how to ride a motorcycle. He was into Michael.

[bisexualprotagonist]

Missing Javier Garcia so much on a random Thursday evening

[gioia-writes-and-others]

OCKISS 2025 / Valentine...

Fuck it! This is what I got for keeping up to procrastinate 😂😂

All wip, the text and the art!

(Potentially this would be one of the last scene in book one....before.....)

The scarred angel / DRAFT ZERO

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Ashley doesn't say a word but swerves the wheel on the right and pulls the Lincoln on the side of the road.

Break pedal all the way down and handbrake up almost at the same time, the car jolts at the improvised stop.

Her eyes lock with Amy's .

For a moment the only sound filling the air is the engine's humming in the background, then the sharp crack of seat belts unfastening and the driver seat pushed all the way back echoes in the cabin.

Amy's already on Ashley's lap straddling her, urgency consuming.

Hearts ignite and mouths collide.

At first Amy's hands grip Ashley's shoulders to stabilize herself, fingertips digging into the fabric eager of the feeling of the skin underneath, then her left hand stroke up cradling Ashley's face, the pad of her thumb brushing gently the scarred skin while her right slides up  into that mass of hair, fingers curling in.

It's almost an intoxicating relief to finally sink her fingers in, to give in into the softness and the tickling of golden frizzy curls to the point that Amy has to hold back from squeezing too hard.

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[meelonkurb]

Fine, if no one will translate these stupid videos then I will.

[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

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Soooooooooooo late!!! It might start to smell a bit !

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From TSA / The scarred angel - Ashley Knox book 1

DRAFT ZERO and back to chapter (8 ? ) + smug smile sketch in progress

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For now Ashley decides to not push it.

She still thinks that she's going to get Amy's back on the safe side of the border sooner than later.

In the meantime they finally managed to get into that fucking red mercedes and drive away.

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"We'll better make a stop." Ashley states.

Amy rummages on the top pocket of her backpack : "I still have some money and my credit card, we can find something for the night and....SHIT!" 

Ashley gives her a surprised look.

"I have to call Phil!"

Who's Phil?

The question crosses Ashley's mind but she doesn't voice it.

"He must be worry sick, if he already got a news about what happened...." Amy's voice trails off, clearly concerned by that eventuality.

She glares at Ashley : "Too bad, I don't have my phone anymore though..."

Ashley barely arches a brow mostly unimpressed by both the implications and the sarcasm held in the remark but still takes note of Amy's urgency : "We'll get a burner at the next gas station."

Right...

The question sounds stupid in her own head but Amy asks anyway : "What about you? Don't you have someone to call?"

At first Amy is met with the usual silence in the guise of an answer, Ashley's gaze stay fixed at the road ahead.

She's not eager to talk with the chief because he'll ask about Amy and Ashley really doesn't look forwards to answer about that.

Instead she spiels off to herself that Amy will call this Phil guy alright and she'll get whatever flight in a couple of day at the most, away from there.

Ashley will be done with it.

Also, it's unlikely that Herrera knows more than her right now anyway, so, what's the point?

Let the man cook for a couple of days.

"I'll keep in mind to call Herrera, just not today." she cuts it short.

Amy says nothing at first, slightly confused by the unexpected lack of enthusiasm.

Not that the events of the last couple of hours would prove otherwise, it's more likely he needs her than she needs him.

Beside, that girl is a mystery.

Amy's mind wanders to a few days before at the police headquarters and the chief telling the story of how him and Ashley had met.

She can't help to wonder what Ashley's life has been like since.

Has she really been by herself all this time?

Amy's the opposite of a person with an intense social life but finds difficult to believe that Ashley just keep strolls by herself through such a hostile world.

She has known hostile but this is a new different level.

Does Ashley live too in survive mode?

Even with having been directly involved with her endeavors the last couple of hours everything Amy's witnessed still feels alien to her and she certainly must return the same impression.

And yet ..... a flickering thought pops, tastes like certitude.

The most alien of all even if she's still anxious to call Phil to not keep him worried in the dark.

Contentment.

Unexpected contentment.

Being with Ashley makes her content in the weirdest way.

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[batcavescolony]

Me: *happily reading comics* I really like this comic/character. I want to see what other people th-

Other people: I HATE THIS COMIC/CHARACTER! IT'S/THEY'RE HORRIBLE! WHY WOULD ANYONE LIKE THEM/IT!

Me: ...Oh

[misshollowayss]

so i just watched hm in its whole entirety bc the bf and i are trying to get into the paul and emma headspace for writing ( him paul / me emma ) and all i have to say is wtf did i watch??? with: @strlitetheatre

[hirazuki]

Okay, who is the brown-eyed character who is the reason behind literally all reddish-brown colored lenses being sold out rn? 😂

[airedelalmena]

It’s really scaring me, the way that people out here, in much much higher numbers AND amounts in one person, seem to have not just like. Literacy issues, but even BASIC COMPREHENSION issues when speaking and listening (barely) to you.

At work I ask a simple either/or question all day every day. Would you like to (x) or (y). I get told “No” almost every time. Because all that they listened to were the first few words, IF that.

One coworker of mine among a sea of WASPs is a black fella and he asked how I was today. I started out by mentioning having trouble adjusting since moving— then I told him straight up and mentioned my family and cultural differences being an issue since moving out here. And was like “Idk how you do it out here man.” He just said (paraphrasing but barely) that his daughter is real crazy and different like that and he could understand… …… ……………. ………………………. I didn’t say *I* was different, my personality (though it is). I was talking about much bigger factors here

I get that people avoid direct conversation but it legit felt like every other convo I have out here. With anyone of any background

Like listening is NOT happening and people lack even a basic vocabulary to boot…? Like I truly don’t know how I can speak (or write) so plainly and simply and still run into this again and again and again and again. This has never happened anywhere else I have lived.

I am not remotely using my full vocabulary or anything. And this still happens. It’s like they just give up. Seconds in. Or… Before even starting.

Every single time

I am only like half an hour outside of the city, living here. A pretty similar/nearly the same amount with other places, before, too, though…so….

What the fuck gives

Like new levels of denseness and even like. Uncuriosity. Lack of desire to even HAVE the conversation that we are having.

Not to even get into the people I live with….

I’m losing it man. WTF.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i love your fics and the ideas you describe for the ask games. i'm especially fond of your takes on the rarer pairings and i always smile when i see your posts in the ship tags <3

and don't stress too much about not posting anything, real life is important and participating in fandom should be fun, not something you have to force yourself to do. god knows fandom burnout is real, especially if you feel like people are expecting something from you. just keep doing what makes you happy :)

ghgfhgjhkjhjhg this was so sweet, thank you so much! i *love* talking about rarer rarepairs, especially if it gets other people to ship them too. the popular ships are fun and all, but i truly love spreading rarepair propaganda.

that's very reassuring, thank you <3 i've loved everything i posted here so far and have not felt pushed to post anything i haven't enjoyed, but sometimes i forget i can like. use this blog for whatever i want and not *just* headcanons/fics/mets/etc lol. and i also forget i don't have to rush myself. it's annoying to want to write and either not have time or not have the words work. i used to run a fandom blog in my teens that got very large and felt like a chore and i was so stressed about the need to perform and the numbers and all of that. like if a fic didn't do well i saw it as a personal failing and forced myself to write popular headcanons just for the numbers game. was not fun or sustainable in the long run and i think it contributed to me no longer having any taste for the ship i primarily wrote for. so for too long i treated existing in fandom like a job lol. i've mostly gotten it through to myself that this is a space for me, but i occasionally forget when i'm so caught up in all the things i want to get to for this blog. my to-write list is a mile long and i need to be bonked with a paper towel roll, i think. so it's very kind of you to say this bc the reminder is nice <3

[captainpirateface]

Archangel

[rafyki]

Finally watching pit babe and yes I was NOT expecting to be this obsessed???? Why is the omegaverse show having such a grip on me