#THE PIECE IS HAPPENING I PROMISE!!!!!
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This is not meant as a prod AT ALL, but I was just wondering if the Judy x Rosie Russia fic was still in the works. I remember you talking about it back over the summer, and I'm still looking forward to it, whenever you have the time and energy to work on it.
(I don't think I somehow missed it getting posted...)
I'm a student myself, so I'm sending you good wishes for a calm and smooth beginning to your semester.
--lestweforget5
OMGGGG HI AND HELLO @lestweforget5 !!!!! thanks so much for stopping by the askbox! 🥹
SO YES!!!! it is very much still on the table (and equally in the works haha) but yes!! i remember mentioning it and then i literally went NO WHERE with it in terms of posting (which i feel so bad about im so sorry to yall!!!!) BUT — with this break i’ve had, i have been able to get back to it and write/edit it!!!
THANK YOU FOR THIS MESSAGE AND YOUR INTEREST TOOOOO (it means so much to know!!! 🥹🫶✨) i’ve literally dazed out thinking about it and i really want to be able to get it out in the coming weeks!!!! it’s a NEED to see what could happen in this situation with these two hehe 🤭
and thank you for the well wishes in the start of the semester!!!!! it means sm!!!! it’s going to be a long and hard next few months (😭) but i’m hoping everything goes well! and best wishes to you too!!!! WE GOT THIS!!! thank you again my friend!!!!! 🫶
#THE PIECE IS HAPPENING I PROMISE!!!!!#literally saw this message screamed from excitement because literally was doing work on it earlier and so !!!!!!!#this piece is going to happen it is a MUST !!!!!!#tbh i just need to see protective!rosie in action over judy frfr#JK (but not really lmao)#judy x rosie#judy x rosie (the russian piece)#judy rybinski#silver bullets#mota writings
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assorted lcb art
#limbus company#hong lu lcb#don quixote lcb#sinclair lcb#outis lcb#demian lcb#sancho lcb#traditional stuff#digital stuff#sketch#colored sketch#those are technically also wips.... no promises though...#trivia time: i started that don quixote piece while i was going through canto iv if i recall right#it was mostly drawing from her character poster and experimenting with colors...#i guess its all vague enough that even though canto vii is out now it can still sort of work?#that vague shape atop her head was me attempting a horse shape and a crown and a jester hat simultaneously lmao#again thanks to the character poster for this#dunno if i'll ever get around to actually finishing it tbh. i haven't a very good track record lol. we'll see#oh yeah this was also when i began stylizing her eyelashes like that.. the kinda curled shapes?#which gradually settled into how i often draw her now#the somewhat exaggerated curved shapes... her whiskers as moot calls them#all that happened before canto vii so imagine my pleasant surprise when they revealed dulcenia lol#rambling... i love rambling<33#i need to draw more snakes
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remember in one piece when the gay bar saved luffy's life. and luffy was like holy fuck. you are all so cool
#i miss op.. i need to watch more#amory rambles#one piece#out of context this is pronably so funny but i promise its exactly what im saying. like this happened exactly#impel down gay bar you will always be famous
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I might be too yaoipilled but I keep coming back to this theory that if Zoro is going to have a “personal” arc it’s going to be related to the death pact, the sanji/kuina parallels, and possible conflict with luffy
#I know no one takes whiskey peak seriously but if there’s one thing we learnt it’s that luffy does not let anyone fw his friends…#like he won’t hear you out!! and I doubt zoro would tell Luffy about his promise with sanji considering they both hid what happened with#kuma from luffy#highly doubt Oda is going to kill Sanji off but a temporary fake death isn’t impossible#zosan#one piece#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji
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arrives 15 min late with a latte
......sup
#yosuke hanamura#persona 4#cool now that its done i can ramble in the tags#fellas im surprised hes here and done#did not think that was gonna happen#fuck i forgot smth#eh ill fix it before i make my print#anywho i might make more i might not who knows not i#yukiko is the next one i have half an idea on but also i have some shining nikki designs rattling around with my sole braincell#i also made a shadow alt for the back but idk if i like the mouth so yall arent gonna see him#also i need to find a gold foil guy that does odd sizes and like moq of 1#bc i wanna do this in gold foil#and its tarot card size bc im dumb as hell#but i want a print for my wall and i know sure as shit no one else will want one hence the moq of 1#my heart wants to make the whole major arcana for p4 but my past completed works says °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ 𝑛𝑜 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・#so whatever gets done will get done#also im gonna reblog this a lot bc i put in too many hours to get a singular note by me so like if you dont wanna see it block me lmfao#if you have any hot takes for future cards please share with the class bc i only have ideas for yukiko and a full cast she does not make fr#so uh yeah yeehaw#idk what else to ramble about but like cannot believe yosuke fucking hanamura is the first chara to get a completed piece in 5 years#im not fucking kidding#the rest were all quick graphite or abandoned#hes not even my fave in p4- thats naoto protag chan kou and nanako#boys lucky to hit top 5#he just kinda crawled into my affection like some kind of sad pathetic creature idk how it happened either#maybe hes overprocessed now that im looking at it#nope i looked too long this is it this is how he is#ill do better by the women i promise
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(Tag dump/long post warning) Appreciation Post !!! Big ups to my gang

Felt like being nice today >:) This year hasn't been all that good to me, but these wonderful people have been a great help! (Even if I don't talk to/interact much with some of them) They're all sweethearts and if you like me for whatever reason then you should follow them if you don't already! (Sorry if I get repetitive but hehe + sorry if I forget someone... there's a shit load to go through here, I might need two posts-)
Of course I have to start with my all my fellas: cotton_candylover (watch-through buddy!), @barakidpirates (helped make my strawpage!) and purple_rainfrog (my co-writer in the dark ages...), you lot are great and I love watching through anime and being little shithead weirdos with you :3 why don't you have tumblr 😠 I'm going to skin you
@drago-is-me You are my lil guy and I want to grab and throttle you, also I love your art I want to kiss you platonically and then fight you to the death
@fortheloveofkiller I love your art sm!!!! You are greatness, and I will always respect a fellow Killer lover
@wyvernslovecake Shriek is my daughter and I love her dearly, you're very silly and I love you for it, also your writing is 👌
@perhapsrampancy Lovely friend of the worm (FOTW!!!) I want to give you a nice hug and a head pat and a big platonic kiss :3
@lxshoxk Your op bulls are yummy yummy and you are magnificent, you deserve all the best things you could want (and you're a FOTW for bonus points)
@d-angel00 Good FOTW and a very talented artist!! I adore you sm I wanna give you the biggest hug I can muster
@schwazombie Another lovely FOTW I adore you ty for the beautiful Killer on my straw page I love him
@baby-xemnas Peak lawbepo/luzo/kidkiller, incredible artist I want to kiss your art mwah it gives me life
@mekachu04 Incredible amazing showstopping artist, and a FOTW!!!
@shipshinablog Your art is absolutely delicious, I adore how you draw Heat and Wire they are just so beautiful I want to kiss them
@thamaris Another incredible artist!!! I adore your art, especially your gorgeous Wire he is yum
@a-killer-obsession Another one!!!!!!! Your art is adorable and your fics are just ough 5-star meals + fellow Killer enjoyer >:)
@nethhiri I adore your art/fics too ough I wanna devour it!!! (I'm repeating myself a lot but trust me I mean it! You're wonderful and very talented!!!)
@don-mellow Hehehe your art is scrumptious I love your big juicy muscular big titty men especially your Wire he is so fine
@magnuspirate I absolutely adore your art, your Heat is magnificent ty for showing him the love he deserves, plus your designs for the crew are so peak ough *eats* (ty for grey haired Wire I want to kiss him he's so pretty)
@toonsparks Your art is so fun and cute and ough I love it sm I need it more than oxygen bc its just so mmm it makes me joyous
@gratefulcheeses Your art makes me so feral, the way you draw my favourite beautiful boys is so ough delicious I will devour it
@moedesparta Another incredible artist, your art is so scrumptious I want it injected into my veins
@lfypj Your art is so fucking good oml I am in love with how you draw Kid and Killer they look so damn fine
@swampstew-stories (I cant tag your main lol-) I am feral for your writing ough it is just immaculate (personal shoutout to the Kid OnlyFans AU and Killer Tiktok AU they both give me life in very different ways)
@misaneeragoni FOTW!!! Your art is wonderful it makes me all giddy, also you are wonderful too!
Alright I think that's it.... unless I make a part 2 then it isn't- Either way, ty for sticking around if you got this far! You're a real trooper (insert name here.) Go follow the people above they're all wonderful and they deserve the world! All their art and fics and beautifulness has helped me at a time where I felt like the water in the Thames, this post doesn't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them and love what they do but I hope its at least something!
#im sorry everyone#i was infected by the friend virus#i promise it wont happen again#one piece#kid pirates#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#heat one piece#wire one piece#appreciation post#thoughts of noodle#i command you to follow them ooooooo
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he gonna burn someone's house down
(click for Actual Details, why does Hack have to be 9ft to Koala's 5)
I just couldn't get this meme out of my head for them. And I learned that I need to draw more buff men and also I really want to draw Koala again.
#one piece#my art#art#artists on tumblr#one piece fanart#one piece art#one piece sabo#revolutionary sabo#sabo#one piece koala#koala one piece#one piece hack#hack one piece#flame emperor sabo#sabo one piece#op fanart#disabled artist#i swear i don't know what happened to hack between the sketch and finishing#he looked better i promise#but also this is a shitpost so i don't feel like going back through rn#i'll draw him properly later#one piece funny#one piece shitpost
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One week post hysterectomy and you're ready to pull out your hair and theirs. Ale and Rudy can help.
cw: poly!141 x transmasc latine!reader, established relationship, mexican slang, spanish-speaking reader word count: 1620
You don’t often have to remind yourself how much you love your partners, how you cherish them, because it comes so naturally. But with the hovering and the near constant check-ins and the way they won’t let you even walk on your own, you have to recite a mantra about it so you don’t pull out your own hair.
“Yall realize that 6-8 weeks of recovery does not mean 6-8 weeks of being bed bound, right?”
John is almost too quick to answer, “Hasn’t even been a full week yet. You need to take it slow.”
“None of you ever take it this slow when you’re injured.”
“None of us have to deal with that major of a surgery usually.”
There’s plenty of pillows around you, you can chuck one at his head without it affecting your posture. You spend a second looking for the right one to throw, but the pillows John bought you are slightly bigger than what you can currently lift. Motherfucker has the gall to grin at you, proud of himself.
Needing to at least exit the room, you wiggle around in the nest of pillows as much as you can without hurting yourself. A too hard lunge makes you gasp and Simon appears at your side, reaching in with strong arms to pull you free from the tender trap. You sit him down once you’re on your feet, motioning for him to stay there. You can make the walk to the bathroom. You should make the walk to the bathroom. You need to make the walk to the bathroom.
“Remember not to strain yourself,” he calls from the bed, edge in his voice making it clear that he’s only barely able to stay where you left him.
Any other time, any other one of them, you’d be turning and mocking them with an “okay mom.” In fact, you still want to with all the careful tiptoeing, but when you turn and find those big brown eyes full of soft concern, the anger dissipates. Simon is in uncharted waters, feeling helpless and clinging to what he can do for you. His hands clutch the bedding under him, knuckles turned white.
You answer him softly, “I will Moncho, thank you.”
As silent as he is, you know he’s standing outside the door the moment you close it, waiting for your call should you need him. It’s usually not a problem, but having to swear to no locked doors for the foreseeable future makes you move carefully in the bathroom. The last thing you need right now is to grunt a little too loudly and scare Simon.
“You know you don’t all have to stay housebound, right?” you try to keep your tone friendly as you open the door. “Yall can take turns stepping out for groceries or snacks.”
“Everything delivers now, love,” Kyle sounds a little too smiley for your liking right now.
“I just don’t want yall to get bored, cooped up.”
Johnny’s laughter drifts in from the kitchen, “Please, we’d stay home every day if we could. Delighted we can now.”
There has to be fucking something. They’re sweet, they’re lovely. The surgery and recovery would be impossible without them. But there has the be some fucking way to not have all eyes on you every minute of every day. You ease back into the plush nest made for you, trying to drum something up. Thankfully, the sound of the doorbell saves you from spiraling deeper into your frustration.
“Damn, yall really did order everything for delivery.”
Johnny sprints for the door, excitement in his eyes, “This might be one of the things we ordered for you specifically.”
Swear to god, if they ordered more of those impossible compression socks, they’re never gonna hear the end of it. At least it’s been a good day. You’ve got clean sheets and bedding, you showered with little to no pain (Simon insisted on joining you to help), and the incision sites are healing well. The bladder pain you could do without, though.
“Special delivery,” a new voice sings. Two?
“Ale! Fito!” you surge forward to stand, but too many men shouting in protest sits you back down. “What are yall doing here?”
They make their way through the pillows to greet you properly, facial hair rasping against your cheek. Thank fuck for that shower earlier. Can’t be too mad about this being orchestrated now.
Ale smiles bright, plopping down next to you, “Un pajarito medio nalgón-”
“Cuatro,” Rudy interrupts, taking a seat much more gently, “Cuatro pajaritos bastante nalgones.”
“Simón, Simón. Cuatro nos pidieron un favor.”
“We did say ‘special delivery’.”
They each place a white box in front of you. No labels or tape, just folded closed gently. The folded pieces bloom open in their hands, revealing a giant ziploc bag full of lots of little somethings in each. You can make out little star and flower shapes, all coated in a clumping white powder.
“Are these my tía’s cookies?”
Ale sucks his teeth, wrapping an arm around you, “Clarín cornetas, mi niño.”
“Which of you did she flirt with?”
“Both,” Rudy chuckles, “We got that bordertown charm.”
It’s then that you remember your tía’s bordertown and their bordertown are on opposite sides of Texas. Not only did they have to deal with her shameless flirting for who knows how long, sweet fools must have gone so far out of their way to get these. And the sheer care they must have put into the transportation. These cookies are frail and yet so few of them are broken. They even accounted for the lard used in them, little ice packs peek out from underneath the large ziploc bags. Tears blur your vision, their voices going out of focus as they give you updates on your family.
“There is one condition though,” Rudy hands you a tissue. “One bag is for you, and the other is for them to share.”
Johnny comes running in from the kitchen again, “Wait, just one for all four of us?”
“That’s what Tití said.”
“Fuck, I really thought she liked us,” Johnny stands completely still for a minute, clearly reviewing the interactions they’ve had with your tía in his mind, cookies forgotten.
Kyle takes their bag, diving into it immediately and coating his chin in the powdered sugar falling from the cookie. It doesn’t take long for the other 3 to converge around the bag after that. They’ve only had these cookies once before, at your youngest cousin’s quince, which was full of too many “so exactly how are you related?” questions. Your tía says she saves them for special occasions, but you know that the labor that goes into making them is too much for the cookies to be in regular rotation. Either way, they’re a true gift. Your cousins must have helped her this time, the start and flower shapes are just off enough to not fit into your tía’s perfectionism. It won’t take a whole lot of convincing to get Simon to use his fancy calligraphy to write them a thank-you note.
“We were also promised grilled goods upon arrival?” Ale speaks loudly over the cookie commotion.
John perks up at that, faint surprise on his face.
Kyle makes an excited noise around a mouthful of cookie, speaking from the corner of his mouth, “Right, and we’ve got everything set for the chef.” He wrangles John towards the backyard.
Simon looks worried as Johnny approaches him, clearly meaning to take him to the backyard as well. He’s been firmly by your side since they brought you home from the hospital. He looks over at you, tracing your figure slowly, double-checking every inch of you. Taking a deep breath, he stiffens.
“We’ll look after your boy,” Rudy says softly.
“Aquí te espero, amor.”
He nods, your words enough to ease him through the door.
With all the prep before the surgery, a couple of really intense weeks where you all worked to prime the house for recovery, this is the first chance you’ve gotten to exist without them being in the same room. And it’s so fucking nice. You couldn’t ask for better partners, but it’s almost relieving to not have to worry about accidentally setting one of them off and launching them into motherhenning. Rudy and Ale have clearly been given the task of looking after you, but even just having new faces to talk to is refreshing.
“Which one of them set this up?” you ask them.
“It was less a request and more a suggestion from us,” Rudy says.
“Bien los conocemos,” Ale adds. “Te quejas, pero bien chiple que te tienen.”
You grin, not even trying to deny it.
It’s muted, but the sounds of the boys chatting drifts into the room. Some back and forth about marinating and time, some laughing about sneaking around. You can’t quite see them from your window, but it’s reassuring to know that this time is helping them relax as well.
Ale and Rudy tell you more about their trip to visit your tía, passing along the greetings and well wishes your family sent you. It’s an easy rhythm: one talks, the other corrects, and you get to giggle as you listen. Then you swap: you talk, Ale listens, Rudy shushes him. It’s soothing in a way that reminds you so much of home, the ruckus everywhere and laughter echoing. When the tension in your shoulders has finally slipped away, Ale turns to you, curious and serious.
“So about this recovery period,” he says.
“And a grueling schedule before the surgery?” mischief lights Rudy’s eyes.
You groan, their cackling drowning out the sound of you swatting at their chests.
#poly 141#poly 141 x transmasc!reader#poly 141 x transmasc reader#poly 141 x latine!reader#poly 141 x latine reader#cod x transmasc!reader#cod x transmasc reader#cod x latine!reader#cod x latine reader#cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#alejandro vargas#rudy parra#ale and rudy are obvi together in this#in what world would i not have them together#my recovery experience has been almost the polar opposite of this so this was real nice to write#i've been wanting to bring ale and rudy into the fold now for a while#fellow mexicans and all#and this gave me the perfect way to do so#i promise i'll stop writing hysterectomy pieces soon#it just happens to be all i'm living in rn lmao
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no bg ver because i once AGAIN added too many details and thet got lost with everything else
#vargas#edgar vargas#vargas zarla#scriabin vargas#scriabin#zarla s#what vargas did y'all read ahh art#I'M BACK TO BEING MENTALLY ILL ( drawing stuff from this timeline ? idk i want to call it au but it's not an au#i wanted to draw something with fireflies and it was about time i drew them like this again#idk what happened man i used to draw them ssssoo much#and guys oh my god this is the third time i want to make a piece of these two with a nice background#but this is like THE FIRST TIME EVER I MANAGE TO FINISH ONE#this took three days . it was suuuper fun to do#did i struggle ? yes#still . i promised a background#and i drew one . i didn't say i'd be ggood .#they make me SSSSICK AAAAAAHHHH#okay so i'm into yaelokre now . and the art style is SO PRETTY#i'm going to try and make mine as pretty because ooouugghh#I KNOW FIREFLIES AREN'T THIS BRIGHT IRL OKAY leave mmme alone#idk i've seen fireflies like . once#i drew this while listening to park bird . really really love the vibe . it fits them#i think that's all CODE LYOKO IS ON BYE#chapter 20/21#illlustration#fireflies#i love park bird's music . makes me feel melancholic#sunny's art
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And another little piece from @kyanako5972 's the Final Judgement fic! I loved the witch hunt theme so much 👀👀👀
#milgram#fuuta kajiyama#let me know what i need to tag - nothings happened Yet so i wasnt sure what to put#i had a Vision for the lighting so im real happy with how it turned out!#ough the whole fic was great and Painful ;--;#just had to draw my skrunkly :)#i know theyre supposed to be in uniform (for both art pieces but i shifted things just a bit)#i have sweet fic art planned eventually i promise 😂😂😂
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Look, I really love KobyLu, but specifically KobyLu where Koby is a marine and Luffy is a pirate and nothing else, because I LOVE seeing how people handle Koby's inner conflict while also maintaining his dream in canon.
Lead this up with Luffy being himself; he's not fazed by what other people think of their relationship, doesn't give two shits about it, but he's emotionally intelligent-- he goes along with Koby's insistence that they talk away from prying eyes (and isn't it such a pirate thing to do, to duck and hide and whisper under the canopy of leaves, to steal away treasure under the dead of night? Luffy's selfish and possessive of those he loves, so he's gleeful that there's a world where he can see a side of Koby no one else can), and *absolutely no one* would think to ask Luffy about love or dating so it's all the more easier for him to not slip his secret, this back-and-forth meeting with a marine upstart, the first person he had met from when his journey had just begun.
And as time goes on, they both get stronger, monsters in their own right and maybe more distant. But Koby's a sap so every time he sees Luffy on the newspaper after a dangerous stunt, he thinks he's so reckless but he thinks it with such endless admiration and pride that he thinks his heart might just burst. (On the same stretch of ocean, Luffy sees news of Koby too, rising up in ranks after each new exploit and his excitement grows because Koby's gonna be an Admiral and one day, he's gonna have to chase Luffy too. and if he's going to replace one of those shitty Admirals in office, well, then that's a bonus as well.)
If anyone asks them why they keep looking at the newspapers, always staying at the same page and on the same picture, Koby would deflect. He's selfish in that way too; the longer he stayed with the Marines, the more he knew he had to act against the corruption within, and he wasn't about to ruin his career by claiming he's been seeing the future Pirate King in secret. There was also that promise he made to Luffy, something about "catching him eventually" that Koby should've probably thought about harder in hindsight but remembering Luffy's sunny grin made his admission all the more worth it.
(and Helmeppo would sigh, because he's been with this idiot for 2 years and while he can't see what the hell Koby's been seeing in Luffy, if he sees even a trace of that ratty straw hat on the front page of the news, he's gonna pass it to Koby.)
Luffy, though. Luffy is loud. To people close to him- his crew, his trusted allies- he'd yap their ears off about this shy marine guy with incredible tenacity and potential for power and everyone goes woah so you know him? he's a friend? he's your WHAT and he laughs because no one really asked him before and wow, this really is everyone's first time hearing about this, huh?
(and Law knows Koby- Koby the Hero, who was around during the Rocky port incident- and he turned towards the Strawhats with a questioning, alarmed stare only to be met by the same look. Secret brothers, and now a lover?, they'd mutter under their breaths. Zoro though, he looked like he was simply being told what the day was and raised an eyebrow as if it was no big deal. As if he knew already. what the fuck?)
So when Marine Captain Koby comes to visit (under the pretext of wanting to arrest Luffy), waving his hands like he was greeting a friend rather than an enemy, wide smile on his face to match Luffy's, the crew leans back and sighs, and let him chase their captain all around whatever island they'd be docked at at the time.
And, well, if they happen to settle by the shore after that, entangled limbs and hushed talks of dreams, the world, of what lies after holding hands and chaste kisses- that's Koby and Luffy's business entirely.
#i got carried away and let the kobylu symbiote take over idk what the hell happened#its every bit self indulgent but can you tell how i want my kobylu fics to go#also in my ideal world Marineford doesn't exist BUT if it has to then Koby would still get punched by Luffy btw#i love pairings where both of them just don't hold back#and understands that they'd be betraying their promises to each other if they do#ggHHHHHHHH im so normal#kobylu#one piece#monkey d. luffy#koby one piece#my writing#opfanfic#????????#coby one piece#cobylu#actual brainrot i hate these two /aff
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i’m on rewatch number 284 of today’s scenes because i clearly love to suffer in my free time and i can’t wrap my head around how many layers are behind lisa’s behavior.
the most apparent one - she’s projecting guilt onto carla because she can’t stand the thought that she was the one who pulled the trigger on her own daughter.
but she also clearly hates herself because she’s proven her biggest fear to - being a bad mother - to be true by doing the worst a parent can do (albeit unintentionally). and this comes after her finally choosing to prioritize her own happiness too, straying from her well-practiced betsy and the job are my only concerns (which is self-punishment, really). and who’s indirectly responsible for that? carla, whose biggest fault is showing lisa that she can and wants to feel love again. she wants what she once had with becky, just with someone else now (pretty sure there’s a bit of leftover grief there, too). someone else who’s probably different from becky, surely different from lisa - a bit of a dark horse who has ABH as her method of choice to defend the people she loves - but who still managed to conquer her heart after years of emptiness. who’s now holding her hand and promising her that she’s not at fault, that she did the best she could. so, when it’s time for lisa to hate herself and therefore deprive herself of any ounce of happiness and love, equating carla to her murderer brother who has just kept them hostage is actually the easiest way to hurt carla and herself. the most effective in order to push carla away, to hurt her deeply and make her not come back (even though she immediately regrets it).
while carla’s heart is right under the surface all the time, lisa’s is usually buried behind a thousand brick walls. she’s not really used to act by heart and not logic. and if carla hadn’t dislodged lisa’s heart from its retirement, if she hadn’t reminded her that when love is in the picture she really does get too involved - to the point of being borderline inept at her job and not think of betsy before walking unarmed in a siege - none of this would’ve happened. she would’ve been miserable, sure, but betsy would’ve been fine.
#swarla#carla connor#lisa swain#coronation street#apologies for these long ass think pieces can’t promise it won’t happen again#i have so many thoughts about them and idk where to put them#so many layers and vicky myers portrayed them all BEAUTIFULLY#lisa swain i unfortunately get u and your self destructive brain
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WIP Wednesday - Relativity Falls AU
In that moment, there are a million things going through his head. Stan Pines, who’s prided himself for years on protected his big brother, can’t move. There’s something lion-bird …lion-thing barreling towards him and all Stan can do is stand there.
How’s he going to tell Grauntie Mae?
How he’s going to tell his mom?
What’s he going to do?
One summer away, Stan’s in charge, and he gets his brother killed. They’re outlasted everything this dumb town has thrown at them, but now Ford is going to die to a bird and Stan can’t do anything!
Fuck!
“Ford—!”
The thing charges at where Ford and Bill are crouched on the ground, then a beam of blue light flashes across Stan’s vision. He thinks that maybe, maybe, the twin-telepathy thing is real and that, because Ford is dead, Stan is dead too.
Except his vision does clear out and then something thuds against his shoe. Looking down, there’s a large, beaked head with empty, lolling eyes, pouring blood from the places that a neck and shoulders had been previously.
Apparently then he can move because he shouts and jumps backwards into Fiddleford who’s still holding his wrist.
His worry of who did that, how they did it, and what is immediately put to bed when he looks up, takes a step forward to try and go to Ford when he stops.
Because something else is between him and Ford.
To call it “human” is an insult to humans, but that’s about the closest thing Stan’s got. It’s tall and spindly, but has two arms and two legs, jet black limbs, to be specific, and its dressed in some weird golden suit that eventually stacks into a giant golden pyramid floating on its shoulders, a singular eye in the center of it. It’s looking down at Ford with a squinted eye as it brings a hand shaped like a gun to the eye. Stan lets out a nervous sound as the eye shifts into a mouth and it blows out the tip of the finger that, Stan realizes now had been smoking.
“Ford, get away from that!”
“…Bill?” Ford asks, looking up at this thing that is decidedly not Bill. Great, he survives the animal and gets a concussion.
Grauntie Mae is going to kill him if they have to go to the hospital.
“Aw, Fordsy, you do recognize me,” the thing trills, reaching a hand down to help Ford up. Stan makes to tell him not to, but it’s too late. Ford grabs his hand, stands, and stares up at the thing that called itself Bill in wonder.
The pyramid-thing looks over at Stan, but his eye slides slightly to the side and its shoulders sag.
“Oh, come on, don’t give me that look.”
Stan gets ready to say he’ll give the thing whatever look he wants, but Fiddleford interrupts him.
“You ain’t serious right now.”
“…Fidds?” Stan asks, looking at Fiddleford who is standing there, one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What in the hells did you want me to do?!” The pyramid asks, gesturing to Ford. “Did you want me to let him die? Was that it?”
“No, I— You didn’t have to—!” And Fiddleford gestures to all of the creature.
“Yeah, alright, Specs, what makes more sense—Bill Cipher, the dreamy counter boy can shoot fire from his finger, no big deal, or there’s something, dare I say it, weird happening in Gravity Falls?”
“Sorry. Sorry.” Fiddleford, Ford, and the thing all look at Stan who is sidestepping his way over to Ford. “Did you say you’re Bill? You’re actually Bill?”
“Geez, slow on the catch up here,” Bill mutters, arms across his chest before looking at Fiddleford then jerking a thumb at Stan. “You like ‘em dumb, don’t you?”
Both Stan and Fiddleford bristle at that.
“And you,” Stan is halfway to Ford now, pointing at Fiddleford, “knew about this?”
“Oh, I can do you one better, kid,” Bill cries, taking two steps over with his long legs before throwing an arm around Stan’s shoulders in a way that makes Stan immediately try to push him off. For looking like a stack of twigs, Bill is a lot sturdier like this. “Show ‘em, Specs.”
Fiddleford puts his arms across his chest, shrugs his shoulders, and looks away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on,” Bill deflates. “You’re not doing this to me.”
“You got yourself into this mess, Cipher, I’m not getting you out.”
“Really? Really?”
“If you want to blow your cover, you can. That’s your decision.”
“Oh, for the love of—“ Bill shakes his… pyramid a little before raising a hand the way he did before. Index extended, he makes a ‘pew’ noise with his… head and then fire shoots out again.
Fiddleford lets out a nervous noise and dives to the side. Stan immediately grabs for Bill’s arm to stop him, but something blue and spherical surrounds him.
“Just— Just trust me, Pines, I’m not going to kill your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend! And fucking knock it off!”
The fire keeps shooting at Fiddleford and Fiddleford is doing a valiant effort to dodge it. All things considered, he’s never seen the hillbilly move like that before.
But finally, Fiddleford is backed into a tree, his eyes are wide and—
And this time Stan’s legs work. Sprinting forward, he dives in front of Fiddleford as another beam of fire shoots out.
What happens next is quick succession: Ford cries out “Stan!” and Stan is touched that he sees Ford dive for Bill to probably stop him; Bill curses loudly and tries to move his hand away, but it’s too late; and Stan, Stan accepts he’s probably going to die, but he had a good run, and his only regret is he didn’t beat that Robbie guy’s score on Fight Fighters. …and some other things.
What happens after that is that, well, nothing happens. Or, at least, he doesn’t die. Which, like, is great for him.
There’s an arm fierce around his shoulders, pulling him back into a very steady body. In front of them both is a massive shield wider than Stan and nearly as tall. Fire fans across the front of the shield and then disperses as Stan stares ahead in shock.
Silence resounds afterwards before everyone is talking at once.
“Stanley, are you okay?!” “Ha! I knew that’d work!” “So help me, Cipher, I’ll skin you!”
And Stan belatedly realizes that that last voice is from behind him. That should be Fiddleford.
It doesn’t sound like Fiddleford.
Pushing the arm off of him, Stan takes a few steps away and is hit in the eyes by blinding light.
Another figure out of some comic book stands there, jet black, too, in appearance, but somehow glowing. Stan can’t look up at where the face is supposed to be for long, it’s like trying to look into an eclipse (he did that once and Ford chewed him out for an hour). But it’s dressed in a white suit, like a lawyer in one of those old films about the south. Talks like one too, but wrong.
Which is to say, it sounds like there’s a bunch of Fiddlefords talking all at once.
“We didn’t have to do it this way,” Bill says, waving his hand and appearing a cane that he plants into the dirt and leans on. “But we’re here, so we might as well. Boys, let me re-introduce ourselves. I’m William Diaphodos Cipher, lovingly known to all as Bill, host of the spirit of Bacipherous, lord of chaos, and that there is Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, host of— What is it? Serenity? Compassion? Some other lame virtue?”
“Felicity,” Fiddleford corrects icily before looking to Stan and Ford. “I’m still Fiddleford, now, I’m just also host to an angel named Felicity. Or, well, it’s translated to mean ‘felicity’. Angels don’t speak English, funny enough.”
At this point, Stan is trying to inch his way back to Ford, who is trying to inch his way back to Stanley.
“…so you’re possessed?” Ford says slowly, to which Bill makes a halfway gesture.
“Eh, kind of.”
“Not kind of!” Fiddleford balks. “We ain’t possessed! We’re just… host bodies for these spirits and, sometimes, we’re given the ability to call upon their powers and forms when necessary. And only when necessary.”
Fiddleford is glaring at Bill when he says that. Or, at least, Stan assumes he’s glaring because his voice got hard and he faces Bill, there’s no eyes or face to be seen with the whole glowing ball of black light.
“Give me a better time to do what we can do than then.” Bill takes another two steps and grabs Ford by the shoulders who stiffens immediately. “Our little Pines twins were in trouble and, if I hadn’t taken care of the griffon, it might be their bodies we’re cleaning up.”
“…you didn’t have to transform to do it.”
“Fascinating.”
Stan looks over, Ford is gazing up at Bill, and Stan knows he’s lost Ford immediately.
“So, what, your parents made a deal with the devil or with god to get you possessed?” Stan asks before turning to Ford. “I told you Catholicism was a load of creepy shit.”
“Stanley.”
“No, I— This isn’t through the church,” Fiddleford says slowly, clasping his hands together. The shield he’d been holding before is now strapped to his back somehow. Like this, Stan can see that he also has a substantially sized sword hanging from his hip. “It’s through— Well, mine is through something called ‘The Society of the Blind Eye’.”
“And yours as well?” Ford asks, still not looking away from Bill who is now hugging Ford’s shoulders in a way that Stan can see is making Ford blush. Gross.
“Me? Oh, no. That bunch of sanctimonious freaks would never call on demons. They think they’re better than that, as if we’re not made from the same stuff—“
“We’re not!”
“No, Bacipherous is his own cult.” He shifts his arms to hold up his thumbs and pointer fingers together to make a triangle in front of his eye. “Traces back centuries, but the first known instance of it is in Ancient Egypt.”
“Like the pyramids?”
Bill makes another halfway gesture before dropping his arms and putting them around Ford again, his eye squinting when Ford stiffens.
“I’m not going to tell you that the pyramids are pyramidal because of Bacipherous, but I will tell you that his worship was easily integrated because triangles are the superior shape.”
“Not at all biased about that, huh?” Stan asks from across the way. “That doesn’t explain anything though. Why the fuck are you here? What are you doing here?”
Bill and Fiddleford exchange looks before Fiddleford sighs.
“That requires… a lot more explanation. Here.” Fiddleford takes a deep breath and then, as he exhales, his figure starts to shimmer, the light goes out, and he shrinks back into his human form, sword and suit and shield all gone until he’s the spindly little nerd in small glasses with that ugly teal shirt. “Why don’t we go somewhere private? The four of us can talk and we’ll explain it all.”
“We’re in the woods,” Stan points out, gesturing around them. “Can’t get anymore private.”
“Something you kids need to know,” Bill starts, shrinking back to himself, still holding onto Ford and dragging Ford down a few inches when he’s back to his human self, “is that you’re never safe from prying eyes and ears anywhere in Gravity Falls except for one place.”
“Where’s that?”
#gravity falls#relativity falls#relativity falls AU#billford#FiddleStan#Stan pines#Stanley pines#ford pines#Stanford pines#bill cipher#Fiddleford McGucket#my writing#WIP Wednesday#hey I’m not dead :)#been rotating this piece in my head for a few days now#and i think I’m going to try a relativity falls au when I’m done with trasdobc#WHICH IS STILL HAPPENING I PROMISE I AM ALMOST DONE WITH MY CURRENT CHAPTER#this one ended up longer than it was supposed to#again#which like yay more chapter#but I’ve actually really been soft on the idea of a relativity falls au#i think it’s kind of fun#i see everyone’s take on it and I’d like to do a version of it#so here have a little teaser
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wip wednesday!!
tagged by @lilas and @myreia this week, thank you! I'm tagging @thevikingwoman @scionshtola @roguelioness @whatsthisascianbullshit @hythlodaes (no pressure ofc) and please feel free to share stuff with me even if you aren't tagged!
more sketchy layout from that comic I posted a bit of last week. it's now going to be 4 pages, oop
this looks more scandalous than it is though LOL
#sliding this in right before work since i managed to make progress on it today#i promise i have complex and meaningful thoughts about calien#i just keep putting them in ridiculous rom-com situations for my own amusement#anyway uh. maybe you can figure out what happens if you piece all the wips together aksdjfajkdhfs#wip wednesday#ffxiv
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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: 重返未来:1999 | Reverse: 1999 (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tooth Fairy/Ms. Z (Reverse: 1999), Isolde/Kakania (Reverse: 1999), Isolde & Marcus (Reverse: 1999) Characters: Vertin (Reverse: 1999), Sonetto (Reverse: 1999), Lilya (Reverse: 1999), Druvis III (Reverse: 1999), Isolde (Reverse: 1999), Kakania (Reverse: 1999), Marcus (Reverse: 1999), Lucy (Reverse: 1999), Tooth Fairy (Reverse: 1999), Ms. Z (Reverse: 1999), Arcana (Reverse: 1999), Forget Me Not (Reverse: 1999), Semmelweis (Reverse: 1999), Razor (Reverse 1999), Mesmer Jr. (Reverse: 1999) Summary:
"Evil Phenomenon", a fun yet stupid name, almost comical. It served as a way to hide the true damage of the actual phenomenon, yet nobody had realized.
If you contained the one affected in time, then no one would be able to realize that this rumored phenomenon truly existed.
However, if things get out of hand, how could you keep such a thing a secret?
(This summary can and will change)
This works was made by me and @ihaveforgortoomany because without them this wouldn't exist.
#I promise I'll get better at promoting my works#What is this what just happened???#The official Blossica fan posts#Forgor actually managed to organize our ideas so quickly#That's what made writing this a piece of cake#reverse 1999#AO3 is confusing but I love it so much#Also Tumblr you'd think I got the hang of it by now but nuh-uh
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Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO
#ambessa setting up the logs on a fireplace while literally adding fuel to the fire with cailtyn... subtelty#silco spent his whole life trying to rile the undercity together STUPID JOKE THAT IT IS you have the chance to pull it off#isha is the true revolutionary after all... jinx get up to her level#was jinx scared of having hallucinations when the girl she released was gonna touch her shoulder??? and then she didn't#what i find really funny is that warwick knows how to use elevators and that funicular to the prison#also there is a lot of blood when he appears in the prison.... it was surprising#vander recognizing jinx with the name of powder after she complained about it eariler its just crazy crazy crazy#people commenting that its unrealistic how caitlyn bests vi when they meet in episode 6 as if there wasn't a montage about how she lost her#edge because of alcohol and living like shit.... she's not like jinx lmao....#rewatching so recently is so weird i imagine it is as close as being dr manhattan as i can get it is literally happening all at once#also the people of piltover are so dumb... lets let the government implement martial law and put this 20 something with 0 political#experience on charge with the army of this outsider agent. alright. i can tell you guys dont vote in this oligarchy you know fuck all#well i guess in that case it isnt the people of piltovers fault... just the important families that contribute in this oligarchy...#putting count fagula in charge.... salo is speciallt dumb but we all knew that#katie leung needs awards btw.... and interviews#“do not test this or you will yearn for caitlyn's dungeons” be careful singed my friend vi fell for that and look at her... her dungeons...#vander reaching for isha not jinx.... OR VI.... she just stopped him#“hes gonna kill you” and vi fighting vander to protect jinx.... yeah#and then she trusts jinx and the beast turns into vander... he serves as a recognizing tool for their true selves...#their mom being so worried about how to name vi and then names the second one POWDER kahdksjsk never not funny... also the barber of zaun#when vi joins with jayce she unlocks this loser flop aspect of her mother's inheritance.... two losers joining to maximize their joint flop#also vander kinda giving up this promise to protect the girls instead of bettering zaun... how it puts him in a standstill bc it's either or#like damn there is nothing as undoing as a daughter for reals. she didnt experience that bc she died so now vander has to and here we are#episide 6 starts with the end of the episode when viktor drops that metal piece..... hello..... is this anything#“do you think this place could work” underground utopia.... DYNASTIES AND DYSTOPIA FEAR IS NEVER AN OPTION SO DYING'S NOT A REAL PROBLEM#didnt ambessa suspect anything when they spent loke a full minite staring at each other 😭😭 she's lost her edge...#just like when she clocked sevika but not jinx... when there's a strong butch in the area her radar gets jammed up#and caitlyn leaving her weapon behind... ambessa thought she was gonna fistfight warwick or something#the metal thing falling when viktor dies repeats THREE TIMES WHAT DOES THAT MEAN#watching arcane season 2
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