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[crowsvault]

2nd sketches done 🐲👍🧡

[elksun]

wip (original lot by LariSims11 on the gallery)

[eastend-if]

I'm alive . and trying to finish the prologue .

[shyravenns]

As much as I love bitching about Soap,,,he IS the funnest character to draw out of everyone in 141

[denkilightning]

me when writing characters who do nothing but think about each other the entire fic:

[writingmonet]

for our WIP tag game - I'd love to know more ab The Moon is Dead !! (O think that was the name, I just saw it 😅)

No worries :)

Well it's an Umbara AU, as mentioned, where Echo's is not a prisoner of the Techno Union. Of course, if there's a moon, there's some planet or sun to rotate around and stars not far away; every character is associated with the symbolism but I have yet to determine them properly (if I will).

It would be a short story as always, like 4 chapters. Some Umbara Arc key elements remain of course (Krell, the friendly fire, the clone overthrowing) but I may modify some elements. Not quite sure.

There would definitely be a clash between Fives and Echo and Rex and Echo. A lot of brotherhood between Dogma & Echo (bc I love Dogma even if no one else does).

I still don't know if Hardcase will survive.

So that's all I can say without revealing too much (and I haven't write that much about the story since she's kinda capricious and what is already written doesn't satisfy me, quality-wise.)

Spoiler: Fives knows by heart his "smug, superior thin smile that everyone misses - betraying his awareness of winning the sabbac, that he had manipulated all along."

So expect clever and bold clones with rough edges and (as the title says) selfishness.

[jacobseed]

last line tag

tagged by the beloved @samuelroukin ty ben!

just a little thing from this old ghost/maxi fic i'm reworking..... more than one line bc why not

In return, she lifts her hands to his face, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his scars. As her gaze flickers to his lips, her thumb grazing over the scar at the corner of his mouth. There weren't words to explain why she had gone along with the act. Her body moved on its own despite the way her hands shook, detached from the mind that screamed at her to stop. She couldn’t explain why she felt breathless when his large hands stilled her own, as he always does, and his lips kissed her wrists.

uuuh tagging @hartsvale @imogenkol @florbelles @strangefable @statichvm

@marivenah @carrionsflower @risingsh0t @firstaidspray @pitchmoss

@ravensgard

[cozyypyxils]

busy :)

[hischierlovebot]

I will say I think this fic will Def be split into sections because I'm not evil enough to drop 60k* of this as one big chunk

[crowsvault]

Preparing some sticker sets 🐛

[fyodcrs]

WIP Wednesday

Might make posting parts of my WIPs a regular thing, it seems fun! Part of a scene from the next chapter of my fyosig fic, Falling is the Essence of a Flower.

Sigma realized they were, by unspoken mutual agreement, heading towards the ferris wheel. At last, they reached it. Sigma paused and looked up, craning to see the huge clock. 12:05, it informed him. Just past noon. They had been here just under two hours. It felt somehow both much longer and like no time at all.

“It’s very high,” he observed.

“You’re used to being much higher up.”

Sigma smiled. That was true.

“Don’t rats prefer to be underground?”

“Indeed,” Fyodor said, but, as ever, he looked perfectly at ease.

…

The view from the top of the ferris wheel was breathtaking. Tokyo bay was a deep glimmering blue beneath a pale sea of clouds above. In irregular patterns around the water’s edge, the city unfolded, a sprawling complex of harbors and streets and buildings. Alive and moving, like the ocean itself, the ebb and flow of the crowds and vehicles like the ebb and flow of the waves.

Opposite Sigma, Fyodor sat quiet and distant, his hands in his lap, his long legs partially stretched out across the gondola’s limited space. He was looking out at the ocean and the city below them with no expression, his eyes like shadows. Sigma wondered what he was thinking.

“It’s quite a view,” Sigma said, just to break the silence.

“Yes. I’ve always liked looking out at the ocean.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Fyodor regarded him with a kind of restrained, distracted smile. “It’s quite a spectacular view at night, as well, with all the lights.”

“You’ve been here at night?” Sigma asked, a little surprised, though he’d guessed that Fyodor had been here before.

“Da, a couple of times. Remember I told you Genichirou fell off a roller coaster, terrifying the park staff and guests half to death themselves? Well, that was the last time we were here. The first time, he brought me here at night. He actually managed to stay sober most of the time. I even had fun. Until we stopped at a restaurant and the owner offered Genichirou free sake because he was a fan. That was the end of that. Anyway, the other time it was Nikolai who took me up here at night—though we didn’t ride the ferris wheel, exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

Fyodor pointed to the roof of the gondola. “We sat on top.”

“You what?” Sigma’s stomach dropped at the thought.

Fyodor laughed. “Nikolai likes to do things a little differently. A man on a ledge, dancing over oblivion, tempting fate, or perhaps just desperate to live. Genichirou isn’t must different. Scoundrels, the both of them, and they both fancy themselves terribly romantic.”

“Romantic?”

“This is a popular dating spot.”

Sigma blinked, slowly, processing that. “Dating…spot?”

Fyodor appeared amused. “Nikolai and Genichirou both love it here. They came here together once. You can imagine how that went. Genichirou returned with an entire stack of new books for me. He knew he’d messed up big this time. You should have seen the look on his face. He thought he was really in for it. But he was sincerely contrite, and their shenanigans ultimately had no impact on the plan, so I let him off easy.” Absently, he waved reminiscence aside. “I thought you’d enjoy it here, too. There’s plenty to do here, but it’s not so much that it’d be overwhelming for you.”

The answer to a question Sigma had not yet asked. That last part made him pause, caught in an onrush of feeling he wasn’t sure how to define. It was strange, to think Fyodor had been concerned about him being overwhelmed by something so wholly unfamiliar to him.

“Spasibo,” he said, a little breathlessly. He could feel himself starting to blush. Schoolboy crush, Nikolai had said. Was that what this was? He really didn’t know, and he might have told Fyodor that it wasn’t the park that threatened to overwhelm him, it wasn’t the fact that he was dangling in a small metal box a few hundred feet in the air that made him feel so unbalanced, so precariously posed on the edge of a fall. “For bringing me here,” he added quickly.

One shoulder rose and fell. “You’re better company, really.”

Sigma’s cheeks burned. He turned away and ducked his head, trying—no doubt in vain—to hide it. But Fyodor’s thoughts seemed mostly elsewhere, still.

[eastend-if]

meeting Hez like this^

[domesticatedferal-png]

trainspotting brainrot in the very year of 2024??? more likely than you think!

hopefully I finish this soon

[denkilightning]

already have a 1k words on my thundercloud oneshot which means that it i keep going at this speed and get everything i want in there i maybe post it in a few days!!