#newest wip

[scienceoftheidiot]

WIP week day 2 : Your newest WIP

So new and shiny it was started a couple of hours ago. This is my (late, I'm always late) entry for Royai Week's last prompt, Beach Episode (I have to post the previous one too ! I am working on it. Life is not ever slowing down here 🥲).

It will join the already posted parts in this series once posted, which are all linked together and take place in the same modern - no alchemy AU.

But Roy didn’t leave [Riza] any room to feel bad or wonder about Edward. He stomped in his direction, and loomed over him, until his shadow covered the teenager’s phone screen.

“Hey! Piss off!” Edward shouted, looking up at once, seemingly ready to fight.

“Hello, Edward.” Roy grinned at him. “Oh. It’s you.” “Waiting for anyone else?” “Not really, no,” Edward pocketed the phone, and pouted at him. “You’re late.” “Only fashionably.” Roy waved if off. “Which can’t really be said for this — that’s one choice of decoration, to say the least.” Roy was pointing at Edward’s leg, covered in stylised flames and skulls. Riza braced herself, and opened her mouth to tell Roy off, but Ed grinned back at him. “Like it? I designed it myself. Usual prosthetics are so boring.” “It’s the Rockbell's work, right?” Edward nodded, but didn’t extrapolate — he striked back instead. “It’s way more stylish than your shirt. Hawaiian? How old are you, eighty? And you’re at the beach, that’s not a button up.” “Did you summon us to talk fashion?” “You started it.” “You’ve got to admit that thing is not something you can look away from.” “That’s the point, you twat. Better give people something to talk about, since they won’t look away anyway.”

I hope to finish part 4 not too late so I can write more of this part then! But I had the idea for this conversation and so I wrote it.

[hopefullyakotelife]

And another small snippet of Bail being a Dad

I'm almost done with the fic! But I might continue to write more about Dad|Bail and Bambino|Fox

They're just too cute

His hands clenched around the steering wheel. His eyes flicked from one moving object to the next, always focused and prepared to act. This was ridiculous, he thought. Bail slowly pushed on the breaks once he saw the lights in the distance turning yellow, planning to get the speeder to a smooth stop- and ignoring all the impatient honking behind them. He hadn’t behaved like this when he’d gotten his speeder license. Then he’d been ready to show off, speed around and try to do stunts to impress everyone- with various results. Not even driving with his wife was he this careful. There was no remotely similar situation where he’d been this careful, this…anxious. Tiny fingers played with his scarf. Tiny feet dangled over the too big seat, kicking slowly back and forth. Curious eyes looked up, watching the world around them pass by. Bail’s heart squeezed painfully at the sight of the seatbelt around the boy’s stomach, imagining that it would cut into Fox’s skin. His hands clenched even tighter around the steering wheel. Soon. Soon they were back at the apartment and he’d tell his assistant to get a seat for the kid. With every red light, with every daring speeder cutting in line at the last second- Bail felt his heart jump up into his throat while his arm surged to the side, attempting to stop the boy from flying forward. The only moment he felt relief was when he saw his apartment building in the distance. The gate of his private garage began to open the closer they came and Bail couldn’t wait to get the Bambino out of this unfitting seat. He should have asked the Jedi or the clones for a lift. That Fox seemed to have the time of his life in the meantime was more than enough to give Bail gray hairs. The Bambino kept humming that same tune like before, bundling up the scarf while looking at everything and anything- not caring about their safety like Bail was. With Coruscant in the rearview mirror, Bail steered the speeder into his garage. The speeder lowered smoothly down to the floor and Bail inhaled deeply at the relief he felt now that the kid was no longer in danger. He turned off the engine, jumped out of his speeder and speed walked around to get the cursed seatbelt off of the boy. “We’re getting you a kiddo seat, Bambino.” He told Fox and then paused at the, dare he say, disgusted expression on the kid’s face. “I know. But it’s just safer that way.” He explained and then held out his hand for the kid to take. But Fox just kept staring, eyes narrowing while his hands clenched in the scarf before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Right,” Bail murmured after another quiet moment of them just looking at each other. “My apologies- the tiny man demands a real seat.” He sighed and reached out, picking up his Bambino. “And to be carried to the couch.” “You walk too fast.” Fox murmured once he stood in the elevator, the pull of gravity doing tricks in their stomachs. Bail sighed and hugged his Bambino closer to his chest, wondering if every parent felt this exhausted. And it was barely 9 am…

@ninjababypowpow @hastalavistabyebye

Thought you might like this too @blirzy

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[ophernelia]

working on a studio apartment for choso- my up & coming simhub star. 🙂‍↕️

[cryptic-underground]

SNEAK PEEK!!

[yuansie]

chat, am i cooked or am i cooking

update: here's the link lel

[kyitsya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (Live Action Universe) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik & Agent Stone, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone Characters: Agent Stone (Sonic the Hedgehog), Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik Additional Tags: Hurt Agent Stone (Sonic the Hedgehog), knee injury, that feeling when knee surgery is tomorrow (sry), Pre-Movie 1 Summary:

“Since your brain doesn’t seem to be functioning even at a quarter capacity today, let me rephrase myself. On your knees, agent.”

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Robotnik cares about Stone, he just has incredibly poor bedside manners.

[peekaboo6293]

part from a s5 byler animatic wip idk I’ll ever finish

+ a frame I like but havent added to the animatic yet. theyre so judgey lmao

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

There's at least one world out there where Larson called a little later and John's hand gets a bit messed up or Arthur got hurt more while running from the Butcher and Kayne showed up with Gardettos while critiquing both the Butcher and Arthur during this alt 35. "Really? You’re going to die by his hand? Wow. And here I thought you had standards." and the Butcher's like "WHO are YOU and WHAT are you DOING HERE" and Arthur and John are like "hey could you possibly help instead of making commentary" and Kayne just explodes the Butcher and now has Arthur and John bleeding and tied to a chair oh no what will happen next

[1agogo]

THESE FREAKS SICKEN ME!!!!

[colorful-craze]

Sabine Wren isn’t the stepsister she’s the sister who stepped UP 💯🔥‼️💪

[hopefullyakotelife]

A small snippet of a Cal Kestis time travel AU

Haven't figured out all of the details yet but I've been thinking about this for a while now

Red light flashed across the glass, highlighting the fish behind it for just a second too long that it distracted Cal. Purely on instinct did he take a step to the side, barely avoiding the burn. And yet he felt the heat, heard the sizzling of his sleeve. He could feel the weight of all that water, pressing down on them. The air was thin, cold but he was still sweating. He had exhausted himself. Of course Cal had expected that his fight with Trilla would be…would be…but to face Darth Vader? No sign, no warning, not even a hunch from the force. He hadn't been prepared to face this nightmare. Cere was dead. How was he supposed to survive this? To survive on his own after this? He barely survived the first time! And the force…the force wasn’t on his side. He took another step to the side, Darth Vader swinging for him. His steps echoed in the small corridor. The red saber swung at him another time and for a fraction of a second Cal believed he’d heard the echoes of past screams, of the pain this saber had inflicted on others. Dread, hot and painful in his stomach, let Cal know that he won’t leave this corridor. The anger, the wrath, coming from Vader was heavier than the water pressure and Cal leaned back before the saber could cut through his chest. Cal wanted to cry. He should be a padawan. Should be walking through the halls of the temple. Not..not this, not here. He wasn’t ready to face this opponent. And it only took one mistake for Cal to realize this. He stumbled, slipping over a wet metal plate- and the saber swung down. His own saber, turned off and dropping to the floor with a Clink! His hands reached for his neck as he stumbled further backwards. 

@ninjababypowpow @hastalavistabyebye

What do you think?

[teetle-time]

[ziezii]

zutara travelling together mhm 🚬

[fierysakura]

“Rise and live again as my… Moon Knight.”

Behold. A Marc :)

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