#WIP: The Ones in Control

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

[ghoulinfuschia]

Small sneak peek!

(BGs by @elchampwon )

[grandquest]

Something REALLY intriguing abt that nurse joy over there

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday

aka something i started writing in a fever dream last night lol (the anakin pov of 'hold my heart more gently than you do my throat')

(so squick tag:a/b/o, reversal au, dub-con, dubious morality the whole thing)

What Vader’s precious padawan doesn’t seem to realize about himself is that he is young. 

And he is restless. 

Perhaps he thinks in his panic and his pain that the best place for them to go is to some seaside cottage where they will spend the rest of their days locked away from society—Vader because he has revealed himself to be a monster. 

And Obi-Wan, because he still loves him despite his monstrosity.

Perhaps he thinks this is what he needs, what they need.

To be farmers. Traders. Fishermen. 

But Vader knows his padawan better than anyone else in the galaxy, even himself. He knows that he longs for more, that he cannot just sit by the ocean when people are suffering, when lives are at stake, when there are actions he can take to relieve that suffering—to save those lives.

It is what would have made him such a good Jedi, if Vader had not gotten there first.

And yet it is Obi-Wan who looks at him suspiciously when he lets the ship touch down outside a small shack. Vader bites at the inside of his cheek so he will not roll his eyes.

Always suspicious. Always questioning. Always pushing back against him as if Anak—Vader has not spent the past four years trying to give him what he wants. Anything he wants.

At least now there is nothing and no one stopping him from pushing his stubborn padawan up against the wall of the ship to kiss him quiet. At least now he is allowed to slip his hands under the bands of his padawan’s tunics and press his fingers into the soft skin of his thighs, his hips.

“Nhhg, Anakin,” Obi-Wan complains, pulling his head away and freeing his mouth. “Stop it, we must—there are messages we must get ou—“

“Can’t I touch it, sweetheart?” Vader asks, taking advantage of Obi-Wan’s tilted head to nuzzle into his throat, over his scent gland. What a sweet padawan he has, to allow him to scent him so freely over the last few years. Anakin will never leave him bare again. “The cunt I gave up an empire for?”

[stabbyfoxandrew]

vampdrewwwww pls i need the drama

WIP Wednesday (9/4) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 173)

To think Andrew was worried about his own self control when Kevin Day was the problem all along.

As soon as Neil's insult leaves his lips, Kevin's gone. He moves quicker than Andrew can read his thoughts and gets up so fast he turns the chair over. Neil's eyes widen in shock when he realizes he's bit off more than he could chew. He spins on his heel, exiting the dorm as fast as humanly possible.

Andrew watches as Kevin flies after him, long legs giving him a clear advantage. Aaron and Nicky both look to Andrew, wondering whether he's going to save Neil from Kevin. Or Kevin from himself. But Andrew feels frozen to the floor. If he leaves this spot, something terrible is going to happen. He just knows it.

"Andrew?"

"Fix it," Andrew says, stabbing a finger at his twin. His mouth is far too full of teeth to enunciate properly, but he does his best. "If I go out there, I'll kill one of them."

Luckily for everyone, Aaron believes him. He goes out into the hall with Nicky on his heels and Andrew watches through his brother's eyes as Kevin catches up with Neil and slams him up against the wall near the stairwell. Andrew can hear him from here, demanding that Neil repeat what he just said.  But Neil likely can't even breath from the death grip Kevin's got on his throat.

"Kevin, put him down." Aaron says, breaking out his best Andrew impression and startling Kevin into looking over his shoulder. He immediately relaxes, as much as one can relax while holding a man a foot off the ground by his neck. But then he realizes it's not Andrew and rolls his eyes. "Kevin. Now."

"I'll put him down when he tells me what he fucking said," Kevin snarls. Neil's eyes are wide, his hands desperately grasping at Kevin's wrists. Andrew can smell it the moment his nails break the skin, can see it a second later and Nicky curses before yanking the dorm's door shut— as if he alone could stop Andrew from charging through. Andrew presses into Kevin's mind and sees nothing but red hot anger and a pair of brown eyes. No, brown contact lenses. Andrew spots the rings around Neil's irises just before Boyd joins the party.

"What the fuck?" Boyd says upon stepping into the hallway. The girls are right behind him, each of them with different emotions on their faces. Wilds is horrified and Renee is wondering if Andrew would forgive her for downing Kevin.

Andrew sort of wishes he could give her the okay from here. He's suddenly got a very different view, as Matt puts his hands on Kevin— strike one— and starts to yank him off Neil. He's successful. Andrew can hear Neil gulp in a breath and start panting. Kevin wrenches himself out of Matt's grip, but the back liner grabs him by the other arm and wrenches it back behind his head. Strike two.

Neil is panting, Nicky is scared, Aaron is annoyed, Wilds is pissed, Renee is trying to make up her mind. Boyd and Kevin both want blood. Funnily enough, so does Andrew— though in a very different way. Andrew blinks out of Kevin's mind and moves towards the door, which he pulls open easily despite Nicky hanging onto the knob for dear life.

"Fuck." Nicky says with wide eyes. And, at the same moment, Kevin gets knocked down. Strike three.

Andrew is in front of Kevin before anyone has a chance to register his arrival. He glares up at Boyd with a completely blank expression. Now is usually a time he'd break out his insane, manic smile. But that smile is... crowded at the moment. So he just stares at him without blinking and shakes his head, tiny back and forth movements. An unspoken but very clear warning to back the fuck up.

[lokimobius]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elodiah

I've just finished uploading my longest fic yet, so I haven't been working on much else. So, *reaches into the vault*, following on from my seven sentence Sunday post, here's a bit more of my next spicy fic, the second chapter to Worship This Love 🫡

Spicy warning: nothing explicit, but still suggestive enough. You know where this leads... 👀

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this, but you’re still fully clothed.” He pulled at Loki’s tie so that they were face-to-face, only a breath separating them. “Why don’t we fix that?”   Loki took a shuddering breath and nodded before sitting back on his knees. Mobius sat up and moved so that he could get a better angle to undress him. “Let me do this for you, Loki.” He said, undoing the knot of his tie and pulling the fabric through his collar, “You were so good to me in the other room; I think it’s your turn to be taken care of.” He threw the tie down on the floor and started to unbutton his shirt. Loki’s chest was strong and fine, dark hair dusted his pale skin. He kissed his bare skin, moving lower with each button he undid. Once he reached the bottom, he pushed the shirt off Loki’s shoulders, exposing broad shoulders and lean arms. He marvelled at how perfect Loki was. Loki was silent as Mobius appreciated him; it was almost as if he were holding his breath, anticipation hanging heavily in the room. “Look at you,” Mobius said as he reached out to slide his hands over his shoulders and arms. He watched as goosebumps rose on the smooth skin, and he gripped his arms hard, feeling the muscles flex underneath his touch. “You truly are a god, Loki. You’re gorgeous.”

No pressure tags to: @kcscribbler @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen @devilbearingtrouble

@silentxsymphony @ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @impulsemuppet

What is everyone working on?

[sokkas-art-corner]

oh i super forgot to add the rizz text post to my tumblr but. yeah my brain cannot draw these days for the life of me and this ship still has me in a death grip, so take these silly post edits in the meantime

link to the post where i found all but one of the text thingies

also heres an alternate version of the 1st one because i couldnt decide which one fit most:

[yeetus-feetus]

WIP

Someone said Tim and Ra's gave them Morticia and Gomez vibes, which led to me writing this at 4 in the am. Not exactly what I intended but it still vibes y'know? Enjoy I guess.

Ra's is humming in frustration over some paperwork, league reports about recent attacks against his bases further south. He's trying to figure things out but it's late and he's already attended several meetings today. He's stressed, completely worn out.

Tim, dressed in the finest of dark silks gifted to him, comes up behind the older man; eerie blue eyes uncannily unnatural ringed in the thick kohl. His steps are silent but for the soft jingle of ancient gold jewelry and rare gemstones.

At first, his touch is soft and gentle when he reaches out. Then his sharp nails are raking down his newly-wedded husband's richly coloured skin, applying simple pressure and edging that line between feeling good and painful. "Don't torture yourself Dearest, that's my job."

Ra's smiles and turns to him, cupping his porcelain face, thumb tracing a shiny, thin line over his chin. Tim's body reminds him of Kintsugi. "I am only keeping you safe, beloved. These attacks are coming nearer and nearer-"

"You don't need to fear for my safety. I'm just as skilled with a sword as you." Tim cuts off, knocking Ra's' hand away, offended at the meer implication that he couldn't hold his own against a few rival assassins.

"Oh I don't doubt your capabilities, my dear Ghazal. I merely honour you so much that I am willing to fight for for you whilst you rest atop my thrown", Ra's soothes his husband, taking his hand and kissing over his marred knuckles. Acknowledging each scar as a proof of his strength, talent, admirable stubbornness.

Tim grins at that.

"You'd fight for me? You'd have me sit on your throne? Allow me to hold away over all your servants and ninja?" He tests, pulling back his hand from Ra's' grasp and turning to lean against the desk, disturbing some of the documents that lay there.

"Darling I would kill for you", Ra's reminds the younger man. "Do not question the lengths of which I am willing to devote myself to you now that we are one. Everything that is mine, is yours. Whatever you want I will give to you."

"Whatever I want?" Tim bites his lip, considering. Ra's only grins back, wide and promisingly predatory as he bares his teeth.

"Anything you wish for, my beloved".

Tim's got the most dangerous man in the world wrapped around his little pinky finger. He's got Ra's' thinking this was all his own perfectly crafted idea.

Tim smirks.

"Good."

[finemeal]

DC Prompt #1

Inspired by this Tumblr post:

Jason Todd may have died but he sticks around his loved one’s until he returns. Not that they notice him. It’s exhausting following the bats and watching them destroy themselves over his death. He wishes they would move on so that he can too.

Then, all of a sudden Jason’s back. Not quite fully, his spirit is still roaming around. Or, it does until Talia drags him to the Pits and before he knows it he’s back in Gotham years later under the Red Hood moniker. He remembers the year he was dead, he witnessed Bruce lose it, Dick almost kill the Joker, Alfred almost quitting, and Tim doing his best to keep it all together.

He remembers, but he doesn’t tell the family. He doesn’t want to admit to how every second he was watching them he was in agony. He was feeling his body rot as he was forced to watch over his family. How his soul ached when he couldn’t do anything. How he felt he was slowly being driven mad by how lonely he was.

Then, one day, he makes a comment about something that they never told him about. His family begins to think he wasn’t telling the while truth about his death and subsequent resurrection.

[junemermaid]

last line meme

I was tagged by the ever delightful @ripeteeth

rules: share the last line you wrote, tag some people and have fun

(I'm cheating a little, but also, I like these lines and I missed sentences Sunday yesterday.)

"I'm here." Most of him is, anyway. The part that matters. The part that, Di Feisheng is increasingly sure, wants to belong to these two. Little by little, it grows, as he passes more of himself into their hands—as he wonders, in the back of his mind, when they'll drop the pieces or hurl them away, or worse, bend under their weight. He strokes a thumb over Fang Duobing's throat, feels the pulse leaping at the base of his neck. The way they're sitting, he has to look up at Fang Duobing. It feels good, though, the same way as Li Lianhua's grip of his hand as he came. Like an anchor's knot, drawn steady against the tide. "What do you want of me, Xiaobao?" That name, too, still new in his mouth. He keeps at it for the gleam of delight it always lights in Fang Duobing's eye. This time, there is that answering glimmer, but Fang Duobing cradles his face, bites his lip, and seems to stall.

no-pressure tagging @electricshoebox @theotherjax @momosandlemonsoda @lynne-monstr @sleepsonclouds and whoever else would like to do this!

[identityquest]

lizzie get two wolves 👍

[cannibalhellhound]

It's 4am and I have to go to sleep but I CAN'T because my brain is full of aliens and gays and since it's technicality wednesday this can count as WIP Wednesday 👍🏼 and I'm full of AUs

Yautja Henren

Making Space Lady Karen a literal space lady because I can and I thought it'd be fun like, she DOES get to go to space in fact she's from space but has decided to live on earth with her beautiful wife and will destroy anyone that makes them wrong *cough-councilwoman ortiz-cough*

She's still as cheeky and funny as her human version AND she still has her beautiful dreadlocks 😌 and I made her a Feral because they're smaller and I am keeping her dreads thin to give her cool hairstyles

I have so many thoughts about this please I need to sleep 😭

[clobertina]

Why are Scrabs so hard for me to draw man lol?

I’m slowly getting better at drawing them in my style though (I think?)

Idk why Scrab proportions are SO weirdly difficult for me… Especially given the fact I draw a character with weird proportions all the dang time lol. The parts that keep getting me are trying to draw the neck and legs correctly lol.

Oh and this is (obviously) just a WIP rn!

Don’t know if it’ll end up finished but I wanted to draw some Scrab headcanons I had (with this being a part)! Stuff like a “what if” idea of Scrabs having slight sexual dimorphism between males and females, that or having the fun idea of Scrabs having a mating dance. Fun unimportant stuff like that!

This is cropped btw, please don’t mind one of the refs I was using slightly showing lol

[the-everqueen]

🌹!!!

i couldn't decide between two snippets that i felt like you'd have a vested interest in: one is a Coco/Calliope fic, the other is Lucienne and the Corinthian going to a museum together. so...both?

Calliope watches him steadily. The Corinthian feels an unsettling sense of vertigo, as though he’s been caught in the green-lit gaze of something lurking on the edges of a fire. It’d be novel—usually he’s the thing in the dark with teeth—if it didn’t raise all his hackles on instinct. His eyes, hidden behind a strip of pale linen tied around his head, bare their teeth in a silent hiss.

“Surprised you’d take the train.” He bounces on his toes. “Thought we’d just do the—“ indecipherable gesture “—side-step into the Waking. Efficient.” “Dream created the train to facilitate travel from the Dreaming to the Waking.” “Yeah, but like. Librarian privileges.” “Besides,” Lucienne continues, because she thinks he’s tugging on his leash, feeling out his boundaries, “it’s always good to support public transit.” The Corinthian blows out a heavy sigh. “Sure. Bet you went out and bought an annual metro card and everything.”

[pleasetakethis]

I have two fics that are so close to being ready for posting but I am struggling to force myself to edit.

Someone needs to unplug me, wait ten seconds, and then plug me back in 😭