#probably not tagging this since it’s a wip…

[rcmclachlan]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by the amazing @leashybebes and @buckevantommy. thanks, y'all 😚

here's some more s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au!

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"You'll be walking away from 6932 Chisholm Ave with a car that isn't remotely street legal." Dana takes a dainty sip of her wine, then tips the glass in Tommy's direction, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Tommy doesn't deny the accusation, just snickers and clinks his beer bottle lightly against her glass.

They don't have the same brand of closeness that Hen and Chim have, nor the bond born of being thrown into insane situations and coming out the other side together that he and Eddie have—had?—but there's something there; quieter, but no less strong. The familiar ease Tommy and Dana have with each other is palpable and time-worn. Maybe they're sleeping together.

Buck's jaw goes heavy and sour out of nowhere. It's probably because of the stupidly expensive bottle of Cantillon Kriek that Tommy'd foisted on him. Belgian beer just isn't his thing, even though he kind of digs the cherry aftertaste.

"Don't be the screen door on the guy's submarine, Dane," Meyers chimes in with a guffaw. "Maybe he wants his Jeep to break the sound barrier."

"You should start a business. 'Come for the autobody repair, stay for the illegal mods' could be the company tagline," Buck adds quickly, before Dana can mount a reply.

Over the rim of the wine glass, her sharp gaze slowly cuts pieces of him away to study under the dim light fixture hanging over the table. The thoughtful purse of her crimson mouth makes her look like she's laid his wings down against a shadowbox but isn't sure where to put the pins.

Buck tosses her a cheeky grin and takes a too-big pull of the Kriek, hoping he doesn't look like the tryhard he absolutely is.

"Getting your car to achieve Mach 2 is just one of the many services offered at Kinard LTD." Tommy says it like he's wearing a name tag affixed to a cheap tie while he's standing in a showroom with every car from the Fast & Furious franchise.

"Y-Yeah? That a guarantee?" Buck asks teasingly, swaying with a laugh when Benowitz lightly shoves him. "Or just fancy marketing?"

Tommy turns his head a little to the right, and since he and Buck are sitting so close it brings their faces mere inches from each other. They're practically breathing the same air.

Buck's fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle of Kriek until the chill of the glass disappears entirely against his palm. He really needs to switch to something lighter. The Kriek is too tart and it's making his throat dry as hell. He doesn't have any saliva in his mouth to ease the way.

With a conspiratorial grin, Tommy says, "Closest to flying you'll ever get without leaving the ground or your money back."

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tagging leashy and bo right back, plus @geddyqueer, @firehose118, @screamlet, @liminalmemories21, @setmeatopthepyre, @beanarie, @ambernotember, @apollabarnes, and @newtkelly

[sad-girl-hours23]

Tagged by @ambernotember for tidbit tuesday. Thank you darling <3

I still don't quite know what this is...I'm making it up as I go along in bits and pieces. So this is unedited. And sometime after this snippet. I guess I should eventually come up with a working title for this.

Traffic is surprisingly light on the way to the farmers market and the weather is cool enough that Tommy's driving with the windows down. Buck looks over at Tommy—just as he has every few miles of the trip—and watches the wind push back his curls. If Tommy's noticed, he hasn't let on.

Buck looks away and doesn't bother trying to suppress his smile or the warmth that had been steadily growing in him since this morning. It was a feeling that he didn't quite dare yet to call hope. He'd woken up feeling more rested than he had in months, Tommy had presented him with coffee and pastries from their favorite cafe down the street, and then he'd asked Buck if he wanted to run errands with him.

The farmers market is just up ahead when "Dancing in the Dark" comes on the radio. All at once Buck is 26 and singing along to Bruce Springsteen with his captain in a crowded arena. He had no idea what Bobby would come to mean to him. He almost envied that Buck. Before his thoughts can spiral, he moves to change the radio station, only to find himself anchored in place. "Uh, Tommy?"

Tommy keeps his eyes on the road, but he leans toward Buck as he says, "hmm?"

"We're holding hands."

A faint smile lifts the corner of Tommy's mouth. "Yes we are."

"Why are we holding hands?"

Tommy isn't even looking at Buck, but he still feels the full effect of his cunty eyebrow raise. "You tell me."

Buck flushes at the implication—he must have grabbed Tommy's hand on instinct, probably before they even left the driveway. He doesn't know how he didn't notice before. He untangles their fingers and feels hollow for it—without the weight and warmth of Tommy's hand in his, it's like he could just float away. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Tommy pulls into a parking spot and turns off the truck. He looks at Buck with a soft smile and shrugs. "I just thought you needed someone to hold your hand."

The gentleness in Tommy's voice does nothing to help the lump forming in Buck's throat. He knows without a doubt, he could reach for Tommy's hand again and be met halfway. Tommy would probably hold his hand while they walked through the market if Buck asked.

And he just doesn't know what to do with that.

Open tag if it's still Tuesday where you are ^_^ or I guess for WIP Wednesday <3

[linnetagain]

WIP Wursday

@badmarilynart thank you for the tag and the delicious bookshop boys snippet (if you haven't read Late Dawns and Early Sunsets - well, you should. Idk what else to tell you. Treat yourself.)

No pressure tags @baldurs-gape @nyxueaurelia @vannral

Season's a bit subject and spoiler heavy for snippets at the moment soooo

Have some On My Cue shenanigans!!

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They could probably stop.

Gale, however, does not stop. And neither does Astarion. He nudges Gale’s chin back up to be kissed again, properly. And Gale, of course, obliges him.

Gale kisses Astarion in this cold, wet alleyway that smells of the worst of the dock ward, with his back pressed into the raw stone bruising and grating at his back and catching in his hair, and it doesn't occur to him for even a moment to do anything other than enjoy this unexpected opportunity as thoroughly as he possibly can. Gale kisses Astarion like every second of it might be the last. As far as he knows, it will be. He kisses with the intention of searing the memory of this as sharply into Astarion's mind as it has been in his since the ball.

And Astarion, despite the fact that the danger of being discovered has likely long, long passed, meets him with just as much fervency, pressing into Gale like he's trying to merge their bodies together. Kisses him with so much passion that Gale only even thinks to pull away when he really, truly, cannot last another moment without taking a proper breath.

Only then does he put a hand on Astarion's chest, and push him backwards. Not far; just far enough that Astarion's eyes flutter open as they part. At some point, either the spell had slipped or expired.

The man he is facing now is, undeniably, the Astarion he knows and- The Astarion he knows. Lips currently pink and wet from their… activities.

Gale's skin is flushed hot, his trousers uncomfortably tight, and he's still got a hand on Astarion's shoulder from where he'd been holding him close, demanding his mouth. He's breathing deep and fast, his chest rising against Astarion's where he's still got Gale pinned up against the wall.

Astarion is no better; their thighs are locked together like puzzle pieces, and Gale can feel the heat and the hardness of Astarion's arousal pressing into him. His pupils are blown wide and dark, the stark red of his irises reduced to the tiniest sliver of colour.

For a moment, they just stare at one another.

“Are they gone?” Gale asks, at last, in what is probably the least convincing attempt to regain his dignity that he's ever managed. Thankfully Astarion doesn't seem to be paying attention. He blinks, ears twitching.

“What do you hear?” Gale presses, again, when it seems no answer is forthcoming. “Are they still-”

“Will you shut up?” Astarion slams a hand over his mouth. Gale is so shocked that all he can do is stand there and allow it.

Astarion's brow is furrowed as he leans out of their little alcove. To Gale's ears - and indeed all his other senses - the street is as empty as it's ever going to get. For a very long moment, however, Astarion keeps him pressed there. Back against the wall, hand over his mouth. Waiting. Watching. Pressing his weight and his scent into Gale as if laying his body over him, holding him down, with Gale’s manic heartbeat no doubt thudding through his skin and Gale closes his eyes and wonders if Astarion can tell that–

“Clear.” Astarion lets go of him like Gale had bitten him. Where they had been pressed together, warm and close, there is a sudden shock of cold air.

“Quickly, Gale, come on!”

[sambambucky]

Happy WIP Wednesdayyyyy! tytyty for tagging me @bastianfruit & @firstelevens (like, a whiiiiiiiiiile ago)

Here's a thing from this 5+1 there were at least two beds thing im writing based on this post.

The mattress is unacceptable. Bucky stares at the thing too long, wasting precious time trying to convince himself to use it. To just sleep alone another night. It's been weeks since the last time they got this close, though, and it'll probably be even longer until he gets another plausible excuse to share a bed. It's finally just the two of them, again. Bucky's freshly showered, feeling stable and, for once, ready to sleep. The only thing in the way of another night curled in close with Sam is this godforsaken mattress that Sam got from god knows where. The knife is in Bucky's hand before he thinks better of it.  He stabs the air mattress without a second thought. If he hesitates at all, his better angels will win out, the doubt will creep in. He has to get render it useless, and he has to do it fast. The two inch puncture hisses slowly when he pulls the blade out. The water from Sam's shower shuts off and Bucky’s brain shuts down, his body moving to put as many holes in the mattress as quickly as he can, lowering to the ground as it deflates pathetically beneath his weight.  He rises to his feet seconds before Sam comes out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him as he joins the main space. He starts to cross the room, but pauses mid-step, his voice a mix of confusion and concern, and maybe some amusement when he asks, “what happened?” Bucky wets his lips, but it's not enough time to find a realistic sounding lie. “I had a nightmare.”

taggingg.... @ whoever and everyone !!!!!! whatre you writing lmklmk

[priincebutt]

Happy wednesday friends! I did some writing last night eyyyyy! Working on a lil pride-esque Hollanov fic that might involve Shane and Ilya dancing at a club, and she's coming along nicely. Thank u to @floraltablerunner (and congrats on your first WIP wednesday post!!) for tagging me! So plz enjoy, idk this is not the best snip but I didn't wanna give too much away so have anxious bean Shane Hollander.

“Dancing?” Shane asks back, looking at Ilya who shrugs in a very ‘go with the flow’ way that is so characteristic of Ilya these days. “I… am not a good dancer,” Shane mumbles, cheeks pinking and stomach filling with preemptive dread. The last time he’d tried to dance at a club had been… with Rose, he thinks. He’d gone to a few clubs since, but he’d stuck to his VIP booth and disregarded the dance floor completely. It wasn’t that Shane didn’t know how to use his body – the opposite, honestly. His body was a well-oiled machine, and he knew exactly what muscles he needed to use when he was on the ice. When he was sans skates and on a dance floor, though, it was a different story. He always felt so stiff, like he didn’t know what to do with his limbs, and he wasn’t very good at surrendering to the music and letting the beat take over. “Well you’ve had terrible teachers,” Ilya says, a sly grin curling over his lips as his fingers brush along Shane’s hip. The touch burns through Shane, despite the layer of denim between their skin, and fuck, maybe Ilya’s right. Maybe he’s just never had the right partner when it came to dancing. He isn’t opposed to trying, at the very least, even if he feels like he’s probably going to make a fool of himself.

No pressure tags to @onthewaytosomewhere , @judasofsuburbia , @suseagull5914 , @run-for-chamo-miles , @tailsbeth-writes , @porcelainmortal and open tag for anyone who wants to join in!! As always if you wanna be tagged lmk and I'll make sure to tag you each week!

[enigmachine]

being in the roblox fandom is so funny because you can draw the most sculpted body dynamic poses or heart-wrenching situation depending on what game it is and then for the head it’s just a 🟨

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Despite everything... is it still you?

(more Dark Matter art for y'all. This fic is once again living in my brain rent free. @mysterycyclone)

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[stygiansauce]

Dealing Despair, anyone?

[pennysucks]

In favor of the...um interesting piece of media that was the Minecraft movie I'm making a Minecraft comic that has absolutely nothing to do with..well..Steve or..jack black ☹️ but ITS A MINECRAFT COMIC AND I NEED TO ADVERTISE MYSELF SOMEHOW SIGH

This is the only colored and illustrated snipit I have for now, I was just testing out the nethers pallets :D

[mensahbots]

more first look pictures from apple tv (my favorite presaux characters + murderbot!)

[stitchwraith-stingers]

in honor of the new year heres all the hazel-centric fics i could find bcuz its a desert out there u should definatly read them btw

link 1 - link 2 - link 3 - link 4 - link 5 - link 6

[countv0ncunt]

The way I yearn for Evil BDSM Priest ......................

[beheamothscreamoth]

Currently trying to work on my WIP for Daniella when she arrives in Eridia, and here's a small thing of what I have so far! :D I'm very excited to write it ^w^

Transcript underneath:

As she processed the guard’s words, her gaze wandered to the golden gates of the Senobium. Looking up at them now, Daniella couldn’t help but be reminded of a moment in her childhood when she attempted to seize the sun. She had tried to leap up and pluck the deceivingly close sun from the sky, but of course, the reality was that it was a world away from her and that she was only grasping at empty air.

Daniella blinked as the sun she had tried to hold so many years ago began peeking out of the grey clouds, light spilling across the academy’s white surface. She felt like that child now. What she wanted to grasp was so close she could seemingly touch it, but the distance between them was incomprehensible.

The Senobium was closed. Unopened to any visitors. What was she going to do?

As if to answer her question, a gentle whisper caught her ear. 

[tribbles-the-lesbian]

Back on my WIP train >:3

Working on a mini-series where the Tribbles (individually) meet Beta-Wally!! I’ve already done Houi (though I might redo it just to see how I’d do it now and in my current art style since ive been able to work on their designs!!)

For now, here’s the first (very unfinished) bit for Mitt’s meeting!!!

⬇️OG sketch series⬇️