#wip: fallen star

[skelliewrites]

Extremely small excerpt because I think it's funny.

[s-h-a-s-e]

...and then they were attacked by gnomes lol

This is what I cleverly entitled "Six-point comic" (AKA Dipper discovering journal 3 in a universe where Mabel also has polydactyly)

The inspiration was this over on Ao3 by @wickerss-s (hope you don't mind being @'d)

Bonus:

[badkarma1998]

Sketchin fanfic scenes now because I have been cursed by my own hubris

Behold, the jokes i tell myself:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65714167/chapters/169230178

[starsonata]

been playing a lot of Jedi Survivor lately, love this little dude sm

[hoba-kirk]

A wip.

[adhd-coyote]

Last line challenge!! I was uno reversed by @loverboy-havocboy and @the-starry-seas <3

Last line was for Fallen Fox!!

Fox was stuck on the hell that was Coruscant while his batchers were scattered across the galaxy, fighting a war that would get them all killed sooner or later. It’d already killed Ponds.

Surprising no one, it’s just more angst. Poor Fox

Uno reversing the two of you, and otherwise open tags for anyone who wants to share :D tag me so I can see!!!

[lamentis-bo]

Cal Kestis WIP

[faivsz]

wips except im losing my mind bc it doesn't look like cal

[pluppsauthor]

Ooh, go on... what's your cosmic horror story about? You've got me intrigued

It's a cosmic horror, mystery, and tragedy all wrapped in one.

Breifest summary: it follows a private investagator named Thomas Taylor II whose curiousity constantly gets the better of him, leading him further and further down a neverending rabbit hole of horrific revelation after horrific revelation.

His curiousity, much like the cat, kills him, but not after he, and he alone, learns of the horrific fate that his world will be consumed by an alien lifeform in its life cycle of growth and spreading of itself.

[katt1e]

Weeping angel.

Wip?

[file-starmemez-xp]

Aaahahahahaha comic that I made months ago for my AU

Pokémon reference who? Pokémon reference this comic. Backstory below 🤓✨

FOR A QUICK EXPLANATION I made a headcanon a while back that due to his familiarity with grumbling and the angry gibberish he and others have spoken all the time, he picked up on what people were saying. After realizing that twisters where just angry toons with muffled voices and growling sounds he caught on and was able to decipher most of the things they say. This comic was based off a scene from Pokémon Sun & Moon when Team Rocket first meet mimikyu and I thought it was funny. So I drew it 🕺 Do I finish? Do I leave it? Ya’ll can decide 😔

[skelliewrites]

Perfectionism keeps preventing me from writing. I really do need to just accept that I'm not an outliner. I'm not a planner. When I try to do these things, I end up writing what I think I should write, not what I want to write, and in the process I lose the thrill that comes with discovery. It is nice to know what I need to write next but it also just makes it feel like so sterile and step-by-step.

Thankfully, I'm not scrapping anything of too much value this time to start over yet again because that perfectionism kept me from completing an outline or 'zero draft' to begin with. The outline wasn't going where I wanted but I felt locked into it halfway through. So I threw it out. And once again, I am just gonna try and wing it, and allow myself to be as self indulgent and cringe and derivative as I want in this first draft, then worry about fixing it all alter.

Time to pants this bitch.

[tarisilmarwen]

Eyyyyyyyy got my new Bad Things Happen Bingo card!  Some good ones on here too, though “I Have You Now My Pretty” and “Terms Of Endangerment” are a bit redundant I think, lol.

Requests now open, ground rules same as before:

1. One prompt per ask, first come first serve.

2. If I don’t know the fandom or the character I ain’t writing it.  (Fandom masterlist here.)

3. If I don’t ship it I ain’t writing it.  (Shiplist here.)

4. Check to see if someone else has already requested your square.  (Will be tagging entries #bad things happen bingo and #BTHB.)

The preferred fandoms I like to write for are:

Aldnoah.Zero

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Batman (2005) cartoon

Big Hero 6 cartoon

DC Comics/DCU

Fairy Tail

Fate/Stay Night

Mermaid Melody  

Miraculous Ladybug

My Hero Academia

Spiderverse films

Star Wars (JFO, Rebels, Visions, and OT)

Sword Art Online

Tales of Symphonia

Teen Titans (2003) cartoon

Young Justice cartoon

But I’m willing to be flexible with almost anything on my fandom list, within reason.  (I reserve the right to refuse a request that I feel is too obscure, too casual a fandom, or that is creepily specific.  You know who you are.)

Also check out my previous Bad Things Happen Bingo to see if I’ve already done something along the lines of what you’re requesting.  (And because there’s a lot of good stuff there, I was really proud of a lot of it.)

[badkarma1998]

This has been living in my head for like a week now (probably gonna color and render it later)

Link to my Tangled AU fic under the cut

NEW CHAPTER IS UP! I don't think I'll be able to fit this joke in the fic itself cuz it's such a visual one, but I couldn't not make it :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65714167/chapters/169799509

[hopefullyakotelife]

Last Line Challenge

It's been a while XD

Tagged by the lovely @hastalavistabyebye

Hope you like this

Have some BB Cal!! For a change

It spread slowly at first but now his whole body was all tensed up. His shoulders ached and his legs felt restless. Cal could no longer hear, no longer feel the vibrations of the venator monstrosity- it was too big. Instead, his sole focus was on the door. The gray metal. The coldness coming off of it in waves that Cal’s fingers could feel without touching. He's still too nervous, too anxious to decorate this room- still unsure if he was allowed to. It felt like the gray metal plate was mocking him, laughing about him for being too scared. He was a Padawan now. He should be proud and excited- even if his Master hasn't… It's just the mess hall, Cal reminded himself. And the troopers…they're good men. No need to be anxious. And yet Cal stood in front of his door for almost 30 minutes. Just staring. Just…too afraid to leave the room. Cal was sure that the men were still laughing about his…episode…in the hangar. Or were at least annoyed that a kid was now joining their battalion.  He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hands wringing and then grabbing onto his tunic. He clenched his hands, pulling on the fabric. It's just the mess hall. He nodded, inhaling deeply and reached out. Just one step….just one…Cal stepped backwards, ducking his head and looking at the metal flooring. He can't do it. 

And it's gonna right back to you XD

@hastalavistabyebye and of course @ninjababypowpow

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday!

Worlds away, a woman leaned over a chair, staring hard at the screen before her. A gloved hand gripped the chair, its synthesized material folding under duress. Below her, two Loporrits—the moon’s rabbit-like inhabitants—typed away furiously on the keyboards before them, text scrolling on their individual screens at high speed. “Fiona?” one of the Loporrits asked, pausing their typing to look up at the woman. “Is something the matter? You can understand them, yes?” Fiona licked her lips, brown eyes still locked on the screen, searching. She hummed an affirmative before suddenly surging forward, pointing. “Wait—stop the feed! Go back, to the short one!” The other Loporrit’s ears perked and they wound a dial backwards. The screen paused and the video rewound until it came to a stop centered on the young man in the quad-colored tunic. Under Fiona’s grip, the chair made a deathly creaking noise. Its occupant looked at the chair and up at Fiona, ears drawn back in alarm. A complicated expression fell over Fiona’s face—cold steel mourning. “Four…” she muttered. “They called him ‘Four.’” The Loporrit below glanced between her and the screen. “Do…you know him?” Fiona took a deep, calming breath, finally relaxing her death grip on the chair, although her teeth worried at her lips. “…Get Jammingway here as soon as possible. We need to talk to those boys now. They could be in grave danger.” With an exaggerated salute, the Loporrits resumed their typing, pulling up new screens and sending summons to their far-away compatriot. Meanwhile, Fiona’s eyes drifted not to the young man on the screen, but to the ground beneath his feet and the absence that had caught her eye immediately—a missing shadow. Like an Ascian, she thought. The Fourth.