#*wips

[jacobseed]

-- Music Monday/WIP whenever day

was tagged by my beloved @imogenkol to do this and i haven't done any wip posting in a while so maybe have a couple things i've been ignoring for months lol

tagging some people that might be interested hehe: @strangefable, @firstaidspray @dollthorne @roberthouse69 @anoramactir @skyhavens @florbelles @thedeadthree @carlosoliveiraa @shellibisshe @viktorgf @auricfog @statichvm @risingsh0t @tommyarashikage @g0dspeeed @leviiackrman @confidentandgood @courtana @cryptcombat @samuelroukin @pheedraws and anyone else who is interested, i'm officially tagging you (doesn't have to be wips, can just be music monday even tho its so late)

original 2022 maxi/ghost that i still love. (obviously will be reworked and updated but i thought it was cute.)

Simon’s been holed up in the little building for a few weeks now, his wound practically healed and closed, however, Nurse Maxine insisted that he was still not fully recovered and needed a little more time. He believed her; there was a reason she was the nurse and he was the soldier. It was his restlessness that was eating away at him, telling him he needed to get back out there and help his team. 

Gaz was still healing, much slower than it had taken Simon, but at least he was walking again and in a better mood. Maxine had to chase him around whenever he was pushing himself too hard, yelling at him that he needed bed rest - that he was going to rip his wound open again. Small threats of letting him bleed out didn’t stop the man from continuing to stay as far from his cot as possible. After a few hours, she’d give up and attend to another soldier in need. 

She was an interesting woman, occupying Simon’s thoughts for longer than necessary most days, but he’s grown a new hobby of watching her as she worked throughout the dragging days. Nurse Maxine had taken to avoiding eye contact and refusing to call him anything but Mr. Riley. Her hands were gentle - which he assured himself was how she handled all her patients - even if her smiles were brief, they were warm and brought comfort to the suffering.

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another maxi/ghost bc they are all i ever think about.

"Maxi." His voice is muffled, drowned out by the ringing in her ears that wont seem to cease. "Maxi, I'm here. I've got you." Closer now, more breathless and filled with relief as if he was choking down his fear.

His figure is familiar and his warm hand flush against her cheek sends a shiver down her spine. Maxine leans into his touch for support against the spinning and noise in her head. Ghost is pulling her up onto her feet, holding her close against him as he begins moving away from the flipped vehicle he pulled her out of.

"Tell me, how serious is it?" She takes a deep, shuddering breath before asking. Her vision is blurring and the muscles in her body are losing whatever strength was left.

He shifts as he readjusts to keep her from falling. "You'll be fine. Just stay with me."

[motobug]

I remember you once drawing eggman as a mobian you ever thought about doing a redesign or doing him as an another animal?

OH MAN....

If I drew him now, I might try some other animal 🤔

[denkilightning]

imagine if they had taken a different route with 'evil jay.' imagine jay participating in training with ras and being beat so badly that ras kicks a wolf mask to him, and with a bloodied, beat hand he inches towards it, even though it's repulsive to him, disgusting even - but he has to if he wants to live. The mask shatters his soul and the power heals him. He needs to live, but he doesn't want to shatter his soul - but it's the only option presented to him, and he has to take it. eventually he forgets he never wanted to.

anon i love you this is Exactly What I Needed

and yes yes yes

(i kind of went off, all fic like so umm have this i guess??)

i imagine walker would avoid anything that directly tied him to the wolves. after everything that admin put him through he couldn't take another faction taking any more pieces of what little identity he had left - even if it did make him stronger. i imagine he stayed with ras not just because of his lies - the story of how great of a warrior hes been sounded just a tad too good to be true, more like an example from a manipulation textbook rather than anyones actual life, not in this century. but he did stay, because he wanted to destroy the administration - whether from revenge or to free everyone in there, he didnt know.

i imagine when ras found him he quite literally saved his life - after gods know how long walker had to survive on his own in the realm of madness and wylderness he found his way to where ras was. ras brought him in, patched his wounds, gave him food and shelter.

even weeks after being saved by ras walker was still in fight or flight response. he was scared. still somewhat of his power, but the pain was unbearable. remember post merge hes probably never actually been in a fight except when he struggled for survival after admin.

but his power remembered how to ease the pain. make it more bearable. take more of it. until walker cannot stand up back again, and everyone smells death coming.

for a moment no one moves. not jordana, not cinder who was meant to be next, even nokt who was his opponent steps back. no one expected walker to take that much damage. no one expected him to not get up. all these weeks, no matter the punches and the slashes, walker always got back up in the end. all the terrible scars, the eye patch too, proved this wasnt a new development. it was ingrained into walker as much as his lightning.

it takes ten ragged, difficult, wheezy breaths for anyone to move.

ras stands up slowly. no one speaks as the boss kicks the wolf mask towards walker.

at first, the only response is a twitch of fingers and brow.

until a strike of lightning runs across walkers arm and, struggling, he grabs the mask. he doesnt properly put it on just kind of throws his arm, trusting proportions of it to land it vaguely on his face.

whatever anyone says, ras did not run to strike the gong, almost forgetting his own hammer. to say so would be to assume he cared about the master of lightning. which would be ridiculous. he was just a simple tool for others to use. of course there was no fondness, and absolutely, not at all, walker never managed to make any of them smile. that never happened, of course.

and as no one cared for walkers wellbeing, there wasn't a collective sigh of relief and a chuckle of joy as the wounds on walkers body started closing, red energy of shattering weaving his organs back together. of course no one was relieved. not at all.

nokt smirked as ras helped walker to sit up, laying the wolf mask on his lap.

"not bad, brat."

walker gasped in a shaky breath, elemental energy trying to cope with the shattering.

he looked up at nokt.

"so, warm up's over, i take it?"

and at that there was chuckling, with nokt bursting with laughter.

[mudboyman]

Light answers a tough question

[mintaii]

a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.

[bittybatarts]

friends asked me to draw a bee with a binky here you guys can have it too

[evenlyevi]

Stars in full bloom.

[asly-y]

Soul of her

[monstermonger]

I'm convinced mama dragons carry their babies around in their mouth for protection, like how crocodiles do...

[i-will-write]

first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

[mag-notta]

wip comic based off a tumblr post i saw the other day

[jacobseed]

For the word in a WIP document- promise, blood, hand(s)

aaaah thank you kiki im sorry im so late with this

"You promise not to tell anyone?" Theo smiles as she slides to Sharky, taking his beer and taking a drink from it. He sends her a curious and questionable look, clearly unable to keep a secret. "I'll tell you anyways. I was the one who burnt down the church."

Gale stared up in a swirl of awe and fear as Neri stood over him, fresh and dried blood staining her face and body. He thinks for a moment how ethereal she looks in the moonlight and yet, sinister in the same time.

In the darkness, his hand finds hers, fumbling to take hold and pull her from the ruin. Maxine cries out from the pain as concrete digs into her skin, ripping at both cloth and flesh. Ghost holds her close when she's free, taking a moment to calm his shot nerves and revel in the feel of her body against his own- bruised and battered but alive.

[riviclouds]

it's giving princess celestia

[atinymexicanbird]

Ark siblings in all universes 🪐

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫