#from the wip that is sort of finished

[irondad-defensesquad]

EDIT: the full story is here!

“Hey, Morguna,” Tony resumes his sweet dad tone, “how about you and Mom get Peter a really nice book while I make the choco milk?”

“Yeah! Story for Petey!” Morgan loves the idea.

Two people leave the kitchen. “I’ll be back, Petey!” Morgan reassures from afar.

With the mother and daughter upstairs, the floor seems awfully silent. Save for the music.

Peter can also hear Tony sighing to himself.

He hates that.

The man seems to handle both the chocolate milk and dinner. Peter knows his mentor is going to confront him soon, and his heart is beating faster. And the teen knows he can’t run to the restroom again.

Peter spends so long overthinking that when the steps are coming towards him, he hides in the blanket to pretend he’s not there. Wow, he used to do this so much as a kid. Especially when he was sad and Uncle Ben would come and find him…

“... Hello, strange lump. I’m looking for my teenager who could use some chocolate milk right now,” Tony jokes. “Can you get him for me?”

Peter pretends he didn’t feel warm when Tony called him his teenager.

*(THIS IS NOT S/TARKER.)

[chalkrub]

art trade from last year i forgor to share - had soooo much fun with this character

[thedoodlebuggo]

his silliness needs to be contained

THIS IS NO LONGER A WIP, FINISHED & FULL ANIMATIC HERE!!

[molathesunfish]

assorted lcb art

[cockroachesunite]

unfinished thing i was drawing last year but am still rather fond of

[moonwoodhollow]

touch down in Ivarstad.

[demiesop]

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everybody! Thanks for the tag @rimeswithpurple—very exciting to see your sentences!

I have started spring break which means i'll have time to myself finally. I get to see hometown friends, get a haircut, finish the TV show I'm watching, and write! i've been writing so much this month already, very excited to start sharing more of it

Here's some more sentences from my upcoming COBB

“Shut up shop!” At Simon’s words, the window flies shut again. His face breaks into a grin and he aims his wand at his stack of dirty clothes. “Clean—” I cut him off by lowering his hand by the wrist. “Stop, you’re wasting your magic.” My magic. Simon lowers his wand. “Do you think we swapped anything else?” “Like what?” “I dunno.” Simon shrugs. “Maybe you’ve got my liver or something.” I scoff. “Well, you certainly didn’t gain my smarts.”

Also, here's some sentences by my aforementioned Secret Project. i'm making the slowest ever progress on this, which is why you don't to know what it is. Simon POV btw

I don’t say anything on the drive back, and, thankfully, Martin doesn’t try to talk to me either. He seems content to hum along with the radio, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The countryside passes by out the window, and I press my forehead against the glass, my pitiful collection of flowers carefully clutched in my hands.

tags and hellos under the cut

@alexalexinii @aristocratic-otter @argumentativeantitheticalg @artsyunderstudy @arthurkko

@beastmonstertitan  @blackberrysummerblog @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @brilla-brilla-estrellita @cccloudsss @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla

@drowninginships  @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @fiend-for-culture @hertragedyconnoisseur

@hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @theimpossibledemon @jyae23

@larkral @lovelettersto-mars @meanjeansjeans @m1ndwinder @monbons

@nausikaaa @noblecorgi @orange-peony @prettygoododds @raenestee

@run-for-chamo-miles @rbkzz @shrekgogurt @simonscones @skeedelvee @sweetronancer

@supercutedinosaurs @talentpiper11 @thewholelemon @valeffelees @youarenevertooold

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ciescen @lovelyladzzzz

[where-is-tosh]

Busy period so yeah old art

[madgod-of-kvatch]

(After) The Fourth Corner [WIP]

“Baar Dau,” he said. “Was that…did you…?”

“Baar Dau fell because Vivec is dead,” she said plainly, sounding eerily like her old self in her distaste toward the most public-facing member of the old Tribunal. All three had long since been accepted as false gods at best or unrepentant and entirely mortal murderers at worst, but her candid disdain was still unique.

Modryn nodded. “I know, but it was…” He paused to breathe. “Some stories say it was…thrown. By Sheogorath.”

“Maybe it was,” she replied. “But it wasn’t Me. It may have been the He before Me, but I don’t remember it if it was.”

The furrow at his brown deepened. “Do you remember…other things he did?”

She nodded easily. “Of course I do. Walls can’t speak, but they have no choice but to listen, and My realm is full of walls. The realm was He before I was Me, but the walls are the same, so I’ve heard it all.”

“And you’ve…never heard anything…about Baar Dau?” His breath was shorter now, words coming out more labored as his heartbeat quickened in apprehension.

It wouldn’t be entirely out of character for Korone to publicize her feelings about the Tribunal’s largest monument to vanity, the city named after Vivec himself—and it wouldn't be impossible, or even unlikely, for Sheogorath to take more extreme action if the opportunity presented itself. Sheogorath was affectionate and endearing, funny and charming to a fault, but also haughty, petty, brutal, and incapable of being wrong when acting within the expansive sphere of influence that fell under the Madgod.

The woman lounging on Modryn’s bed—dressed up in the burnt orange of unfired clay and the rich purple of freshly tanned netch leather, vest veined like butterfly wings and sleeves ruffled like peony blossoms, who appeared from nowhere at the end of his life to offer admission into a plane of insanity—was entirely Sheogorath.

She went quiet for a minute, scrutinizing his face, then spoke more clearly than she had since before she left in the first place. “I didn’t kill your family in Vvardenfell,” she promised. “It wasn’t Me that threw the moon.”

[cockroachesunite]

happy valentine’s day to Edward Little & his miserable hopeless crush on his boss <3

[gracefireheart]

Me: I should probably try and finally farm all those mushroom stem blocks I need for my MC End Island build project considering there isn't really a fast way to get a lot of it--

Also me: But what if I instead started to plan something for a new Ocean Monument build project? 👀

[veloriium]

old art yahoo!!!!!

[steelycunt]

hello ridi!! i wonder if you’ve read anything by imochan on ao3? there aren’t many r/s fanfictions that i find myself really agreeing with but i love their’s and i love yours. we build our own unfolding sort of reminded me of the son and the heir of nothing in particular if only because they’re both welsh remus after hope’s death and i really really love when people write about hope and lyall but especially hope. imochan’s most popular fic seems to be common woodbrown which i like but to sit a dead man between us is probably my favourite - it made me feel like i was dying when i read it. anyway hope you’re doing well and merry christmas!!

hii omg no i havent!! but these sound right up my street so i will definitely be checking them out thank u for the rec bab!! mwah!!

[nymphaerie]

man its 2am and i feel insane in the head so here's something i started a million years ago that i may never finish. idk who knows xoxo

[loneliestpeopleinnewport]

wip for the marissa return to newport to help with the sethmer wedding and reconnect with ryan untitled fic...