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[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

What up it's Wednesday my dudes :D Thank you to @labskeever aand @silly-little-diaryfor tagging me. Starting today I'm busy until Sunday so I'll be on tumblr less, but I will get to your lovely stuff <3 No pressure but tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @sanzas-reverie @ladytanithia @sulphuricgrin @friend-of-giants

@heavy-metal-dick @lucien-lachance @sunsettemplar @chiqita @firefly-factory @umbracirrus

Meme is appropriate because they are clowning. I've been working on writing Theodora and Ondolemar's first meeting (from this fic) in her pov because we must examine the blorbos from all angles! Under the cut for suggestive content:

“I can afford to be loose on occasion for if the lesser races want to worship one of their own, it will not change their inferiority. In fact I think it is good, it shall pacify them, making things all the easier.” Oh my Commander. Either he was an idiot himself, yet, with his rank she thinks that cannot be, or he was more drunk than she thought. Or perhaps she was more charming then she gave herself credit for, already far from humble about her social skills. It occurred to her to be funny, insisting she had an amulet of Talos somewhere on her person. Carefully hidden so he must search thoroughly, strip back the layers from her wool dress to her small clothes underneath, just to be certain. He takes his work so seriously so it would be fun and hopefully she will be stripped roughly by him but, she chooses not to speak that yet, deciding to have fun with something else he said. The mer speaks of pacifying the lesser races while rambling to her, grinning at her touch. Not the most versed in Dominion propaganda, Theodora doesn��t expect such behaviour is fitting for a proud Altmer, especially not a Thalmor in a leadership position. So she laughs.

“Yes, yes the famous mer supremacy I’ve heard about. Well Commander if you’re so superior, then why have you been hitting on me half the night?” Theodora lays it on thick, fluttering her eyelashes at him, trying to look both seductive and bashful. It seems she could have the makings of an actor because despite the fact the Imperial is anything but bashful about the carnal pleasures, her mannerisms work perfectly. His gloved fingers brush a piece of hair out of her face and she wants nothing more than to rest her cheek in his hand, except perhaps remove the article of clothing to suck on his fingers; a hint for what else she enjoys doing. But she doesn’t get to do that, nor any other act that’s crossed her mind since their conversation started, for he is an idiot indeed.

“Well, although such relations are frowned upon on the Isle, in the absence of Altmeri women, one must make due with what’s around.”  

[shellsstardew]

you made me ship shelliot so hard it's not even funny 😭 like normally im not super into rarepairs bc it seems ppl ship them just to ship them but i legit see where you're coming from, especially in the same context as your comic where their story begins after elliot moves in. i actually love your comic i cannot wait for the next part (not trying to pressure you obv). ive never gotten too many hearts with either of them but your characterization just feels so accurate like i feel like I could see your story with their dialogue happening in the game and it wouldn't feel out of place at all. and also finally (oops ive been rambling), your art style isn't overly detailed but the facial expressions/body language/like perspective i guess of the characters, especially shane and elliot on the dock is so well done, the small changes in positioning work so well to communicate the change in their body language and its just really impressive.

sorry i yapped or if it was weird or something i promise i was not trying to come off weird 😭😭😭 i just really admire good fanworks such as yours and it's important to tell authors/creators that they're doing well and yeah

also if you (or anyone else) has any shelliot fic recommendations i would loveee to hear them :>

No but seriously it's so funny that your like "I hope I'm not being weird" meanwhile I reread over and over your super thoughtful message to keep me going 😭

YOU GUYS DON'T REALIZE I NEED THOSE HYPER DETAILED COMPLIMENT or my stupid brain will go like "Okay time to think you're worthless and that what you're doing doesn't matter"

No I can point at the screen and say "See? 👉📱 SEE?! 👉👉📱?" and it's putting another coin in the machine hehe

Anyway, thank you so much 😭

AND YES I HAVE FICS TO RECOMMEND! ONCE AGAIN, @cutethulu you know the drill hehe

Camellia Station, by Awdrey (Explicit - but it's only one short smut scene in the last chapter for now)

Now it's still in progress (updating once a month) and they still didn't smooch yet, but that's what you get when you fall into the Shelliott rabbit hole, hehe, you can't be picky

It's really well written and the author and I have a lot of similarities in our interpretations of Shane and Elliott :) Go give it some love!

Also some one shots by @mongoosingisme that I really love :

Untitled Shelliott Ranch Project

Herding cats (Explicit - Shane/Elliott/fem!farmer)

And UHHH maybe you've seen it already but I wrote one about Shells, it's an alternate ending to part 34 (it's my first one and I'm really proud of it teehee)

Shells, alternate ending, by shells_stardew (Explicit)

Also @visionofthebees wrote this one for me on the same concept :

One Shell of a Night, by Visionofthebees (Explicit)

Be warned it's EXTREMELLY SILLY and she didn't even reread it before posting, but I love it with all my heart it's so so funny hahaha

I love her so imma also recommend her Clint x Elliott fic too (yes yes you read that right, she's 10 degrees further than me on the crack ship scene) :

Falling Ore You (Explicit) (46 chapters, completed)

LISTEN SHE MAKES IT WORK OKAY! SHE REALLY DOES!

And also, check my bookmarks! They are some non-Shelliott stuff that I absolutely love in there! (BUT always ALWAYS check the tags before reading, there is also some dark stuff haha)

Here you go, hope I didn't recommend all the ones you already knew about, as we all know this is not an extremely popular ship so this is what we get, quality over quantity hahahaa 😭

[iicarussaysstuff]

@grayskiesandink’s fic: ithiabtw (specifically chapter 10) BROKE me.

As always, their writing is GORGEOUS and I’m completely in favour of Juniper getting a happy ending with many nights lovely rest:

I picked my favourite design of Junie and ran with it.

I also think it’s important to mention, their own design of Juniper is a Million Times better than my own. I’d recommend you go see it if you haven’t already!

[oriondrawsstuff]

Confort food : I guess sushis or beef jerky. For the confort drink it's ice tea or lemon tea (hot tea with lemon juice and sugar)

Favorite type of silverware : forks ! I don't use knifes or spoons often. And we have silverwares with golden waves motifs, those are my favs !

Confort stuffed animal : I have too much plushies, I just cannot choose one- Tho I guess I can choose two of them... My Muffin plush (a character of Sir Fluff on ytb) and a Temmieeee (form Undertale).

Confort item : my bluetooth headphones, I use them to listen to music but also to protect my ears when there's a lot of noise or to avoid social interactions when I don't feel like it. And I even customised it with my Undertale stickers ! That's or my Book of Bill (Gravity falls), very handy when I make a panic attack to think about something else, Bill's jokes are funny and stuff.

Music preferences : I have no idea what my music tastes really are, it's very random so... I enjoy AJR a lot, sad musics are cool. I'm not a very rap person but I enjoy some from time to time I guess.

Headphones or earbuds : Headphones, earbuds hurt my ears and it's pretty inconfortable to wear-

Best time of the day : Probably around 22:00 (10PM), when I can draw and have inspirations to do creative stuff.

Comfort show : Gravity Falls. One day I was feeling really bad and I watched Weirmageddon part 3, and then I felt really much better until the end of the day !

Tags : idk I'm scared to bother ppl- :'D

Fuck it, tag game

Alright, so list the comfort things for you, or preferances when it comes to the thingies, and then tag some people (Or dont, Its ok) I mean I'll also answer them too ofc ^^

The thingies to answer

Comfort food: Favourite type of silverware: Comfort stuffed animal: Comfort Iteam: Music preferance: Headphones or Earbuds: Best time of day: Comfort show:

And my answers

Comfort food: Plain flour tortilla, or fruit snacks Favourite type of Silverware: I like small ones, like baby forks or baby spoons, or just small ones Comfort stuffie: CC - My stuffed penguin Comfort Iteam: Also CC Music preferance: Varies, rn, I like electronic and punk/metal/emo mostly Headphones or earbuds: Earbuds, Headphones hurt my ears Best time of day: Dusk and night Comfort show: Mlp, Gf, Amphibia, toh

Tags (nf): @magical-rizzler-but-poem @riverz-pawz @lemonteaadict @th3-r4t-48 @projectcolorsys @thatacefrog + anyone else!

[umblrspectrum]

my text disappeared here when i posted. what happened

[sforzesco]

some "new" designs for different crassus and pompey, specifically for a side project I've been playing with that's so removed from anything relevant (action/adventure/horror standalone story lmao) that they kind of needed their own thing. this story's pompey has a neck scar from an Incident™, crassus has shorter hair and wears (checks notes) jewelry sometimes.

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

do you think it's weird or unfounded to not want to use chat gpt due to the environmental cost? i feel really strongly that i want to completely avoid it (and, like, recreational/work related ai in general) for that reason, but people seem to think this is really weird when i express that as a reason. but i feel like i should be able to make this call if i want to and that's a good reason to not use it. i don't know?!?!?! i don't get anything anymore?!?!?!

[introspectivememories]

thinking about shanks and buggy and how the love was there!!! it was there and it was clear and it was real and it was tangible and it still was not enough!!! the love was there when they grew up together and the love was there when they traveled the world together and the love was there when shanks gave up on the one piece for buggy and the love was there when shanks dived into the ocean to save buggy and the love was there when they promised to go to raftel together on their own ships and the love was there when they lived together in loguetown in the hiatus before roger died and the love was there when buggy damaged luffy's hat and the love was there still when they saw each other at marineford after two decades and shanks still trusted buggy to get the strawhat back to luffy and the love was there still, still, still, when rogers' body was cooling on the execution stand and his blood was being washed away by the rain and shanks put out his hand, palm faced up in supplication, and said "i'm not going after the one piece" and said the words he's been saying since he was a child, a plea, a prayer, "come with me buggy" and buggy who had given up on his hopes and dreams, crushed under the promise of shanks' shining future and his brilliant potential, humiliated by his cowardice and his belief in his would-be king, his friend, his brother, his shanks, slaps his hand away, closes his ears to the plea, the prayer, the devotion shanks is saying, and said "i'll never come with you!" the love was there still and it was not enough.

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[electronic-elle]

i watched season 3 episode 6 of invincible and i'm feeling just fine!

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[charleemoon]

hii omg i love your hannibal content - especially your takes on will i swear you understand him the most ever !! <3 i was just wonderingggg (im sorry this is dark) what do you think wills reaction would be if hannibal died a few years post fall?? im interested in your vision honestly haha

okay oh my god i had to sit down and turn my pc on for this

warning for death, emetophobia, suicidal ideation

i think the responses would vary slightly depending on his cause of death. i think the most realistic for them would be hannibal falling ill. they're not sure what it is. an infection, something autoimmune. hannibal's always been attentive to their health, but whatever it is, it slips under their radar. will tries everything, he waits on him hand and foot, the whole world stops. the medications don't help, the check-ups lead to nothing new. hannibal speaks often of god's cruelty, rapsy with chapped lips and burning skin. he doesn't seem troubled. it's almost like he's been waiting for it–the clock ticking down since he was eight, the other shoe about to drop. will tries not to beg, tries not to bargain.

every moment with him, reading his books out to him in broken french, cajun accented and ugly on his tongue. basic meals that will toughens out, burning the fish and the underside of the pan with how often he zones out, body tingling with unreality. for so long, will thought hannibal near invulnerable. they survived a fatal fall, outran the fbi, nothing could touch them. and here they are, hannibal sickly and thin, stag-like and small. he tries not to weep.

when he dies, it's not grand, not beautiful. will has his head on hannibal's chest, hears the broken whisper of mischa's name, and quietly, almost like it fears impoliteness, the beat of hannibal's heart stills under his ear. he doesn't move. he doesn't sob. he just lays on hannibal, and waits to die with him. waits for his heart to stutter and explode in his chest. for them to die together, for their bodies to rot in this house until someone finds them, decomposing and growing into each other. to finally be united as one. it doesn't come. it never comes

the next few days feel like forever. he doesnt leave the room. he doesn't move, just lays in bed with hannibal. relishes every twitch of his body in rigor mortis, holds him until he's frigid cold to the touch, caressing his bone white knuckles. he lays with him until the smell is unbearable, the decomposing meat sweet and pungent. will hunches over and vomits roughly on the hardwood floor, all foam and stomach acid. it wakes him out of his stupor, dizzy and nauseous.

hannibal hated waste. he would hate to rot away in this bed, purposeless and empty. hannibal was so, so beautiful, and he deserved to be part of the world's endless beauty. he, in death, deserves to be elevated to even more.

he uses every part of hannibal. stitches his hair into his fishing lures, soap and candles out of his fat, lathering himself in hannibal, warmed and alight at night with his burning flesh. carved the bone of his annulary into a ring that he wears on his own. they hadn't gotten married yet, will was going to propose this year. he was already hannibal's, and hannibal was his.

he buries the rest of hannibal in the backyard the way he did his childhood dog. he uses him as compost for the garden they always planned to start. he starts studying hannibal's recipes, tastes the vegetables like hannibal's organs, plump and raw on his tongue. hannibal spoken once, broken and with a smile, about will eating him. will wouldn't listen then, and he waited too long now. with their garden, hannibal could be in every meal will has for as long as he can maintain it.

will still kills, but not as often now. him and hannibal had different ideas of rudeness, of righteousness. there wasn't much need to compromise anymore, and it wasn't the same without him. killing was a form of intimacy, of retribution. it feels horribly lonely without his company. he wonders how hannibal stomached doing it like this for so long. now that he knew what killing was like together, everything paled in comparsion.

he kills and elevates, brings beauty to the world when hannibal cannot. at times though, he is wrought with anger, impulsivity. he'll hear a nasty word, a privileged scoff, an underhanded comment on the sick and the dying. things that remind him of hannibal, the ungratefulness, the disgusting spouts out of the mouths of those who no clue what it's like to lose. sometimes he drags them by their hair, beats their face until their skulls cave in. he shudders at the sight, destruction so extreme there's nothing to harvest. hannibal keeps finding new ways to change him, to make him weak, even in death. it almost makes him happy.

he wonders a lot of things about hannibal. questions he never asked, things he wasn't certain of. despite the years, they were slow, and gentle. there wasn't any need to rush into things. they had their whole lives to get to know each other. that's what he told himself. he looks into his family, studies the books he read, his jotted notes and underlines. he relearns loving hannibal, grows to understand him without him there.

the community is nice where they've settled. it's kind, close-knit. they usually had to make their way into the city to find anyone rude enough for their tastes. he volunteers, frequents the libraries and holiday celebrations. they're so sorry for his loss, always sorry. he wears hannibal's clothes out, smells the collar when he feels socially awkward, nervous. he's there, hes with him. he fidgets the bone ring on his finger to soothe himself, akin to how he used to stroke his thumb along hannibal's smooth skin, gentle caresses in public and in bed.

most of all, will starts going to church again. not to pray, or worship. not to beg for hannibal back, demand answers for god's cruelty. he knows why. god is cruel because it feels good. he goes to show him. an insult to him and all he takes away. he stands in the pews and stares into the eyes of christ. will lives and he shows god every way that he defies him.

he never dates again. its not even a thought. he's asked out every now and then, once enough time as passed. they say he's widowed, he's not. will is hannibal's, always. he lives, he grows. he takes care of himself, follows his passions and pursuits. he thinks of death often, but continues on, knowing hannibal would take endless grief in will wasting his life, his beautiful mind blown a hole through with the shotgun under the bed. will has no faith in death to be anything at all, no belief that god would be kind enough to allow will to see hannibal once more. he lives, and he keeps living. but he is displaced, empty. never truly satisfied, never truly happy. and how could he be? he is but one half of a man, after all

[boo-cool-robot]

Fic: womb, cursed [Jujutsu Kaisen, Gojo/Geto]

Word Count: 3294 Rating: Mature Summary: “The great and powerful Gojo clan can't hurt me anymore. They need me too much now that I’ve fully awakened Limitless.” Satoru slugged his second cola back and glanced sidelong across the bench at Suguru. “So you're going to help take my uterus out.” Suguru gave a smile that was much too calm and remained staring straight ahead. “Am I. Why?” In which teen Gojo gets a home hysterectomy and absolutely no one is having a good time.

Ft. Trans Gojo! Hot Premature Death summer! The worst possible way of dealing with distance between you and your boybestie!

This is possibly the most unhinged fic I've ever written. This doc was titled "Gojo's evil and gay hysterectomy" if that helps get the vibe across. Enjoy?

[vaguely-concerned]

ingellvar must have so many strange off-putting little personal habits in their day to day life that they don't even realize come across as weird, especially if they haven't ever dated outside of the watchers much. in rye's specific case I think lucanis has a capacity for such immaculate 'sure my life is already so fucking weird this might as well happen' energy that I believe he'd be able to roll with the punches admirably given the time, but it really would be a situation like

(what was going on there was that rook was placing down some experimental wards, by the way, it's what he does to calm down before bed and if he wakes during the night. what with the necropolis itself being a liminal space of lf sorts on a cosmic scale, watchers take the additional liminal space between wakefulness and dreaming extremely seriously b/c they know there are things drifting through that would just love to get their foot/tentacle/conceptual spores in that particular half-ajar door that should not be allowed inside. or outside, I suppose, depending on your point of view. rook and lucanis are also experimenting with whether solid wards can help any with lucanis' weird post-spite dreams even if they can't do anything for the more mundane ptsd ones. third reason because in my worldstate they still live in the lighthouse after the game: unless gently dissuaded wisps will sometimes drift by while you're asleep and hover over your face curiously as they sense your mind doing stuff in the fade, and no one likes waking up on an eldritch sneeze with a well-meaning yet terrified wisp zooming about the room. important watcher novice 101 lessons.

blessed mental image of rye cross-legged on the floor, barefoot in his PJs with his hair down and no makeup, peaceably tracing out elaborate geometric shapes that somehow make your eyes scared when you look at them* while lucanis sits on the bed and reads out loud to both him and spite and occasionally sneaks some carnal looks at rook's fully unleashed curly hair and bare wrists & throat...... okay I think I've found the thing that will help me through the day thank you for coming on this journey with me)

*what is the paint he's using made out of and why is it such a deeply unsettling colour? don't worry about it! :) patented mostly well-meaning yet also borderline condescending mortalitasi hand wave of 'don't worry your sweet little non-nevarran head about it we both know you don't actually want to know. do not ask questions lest you learn the answers, especially if you're going to be annoying at me and freak out about it. let the things man was not meant to know stay unknown. unknown by you I mean I'm built different'

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Please excuse the smudginess we used tracing paper for detailed drawing, because no way we were going to risk putting an eraser to the only copy of our sketch when it contains FOUR people at once and just figuring out the anatomy took us an hour.

Also took the liberty of inserting ourselves in there because again. FOUR people, when there's only three blorbos we wanna draw, so... why ever not at this stage? We're hanging out with the blorbos now. We've earned it

[verittean]

after several hours of struggling on trying to decide how to draw turbo i finally managed to get something

it's just a little doodle of a scene i'm writing to inspire me to keep going + i also decided to include some practice sketches that helped me figure out how to draw turbo

ok enough distractions i need to get back to writing bye

rambling that is somewhat related in the tags

[rabbithaver]

god i hate shipping discourse so fucking much. i can't emphasize enough how much it all boils down to the fact that some people are looking for any excuse to harass and abuse someone else. a lot of people on this website are worryingly eager to send death threats or start a harassment crusade and it stresses me the fuck out