#armi's wips

[alteredphoenix]

The only idea for a Slay the Princess fic that I have so far is a crack fic where the first Princess - say, the Stranger - arrives in the Long Quiet and has to ask the Shifting Mound to at least give her something to do to pass the time while she waits for the Hero to show up. The Shifting Mound ends up manifesting a few packs of poker cards in neat little cellophane and a rulebook and tells her to get comfortable.

Cue the Stranger playing all sorts of card games with the other Princesses as they come into the Long Quiet one by one.

[ghost-bxrd]

(“the weather warmer, he is colder”)

— Army Dreamers, Kate Bush

[cozycraftzbl]

The borzoi army is coming along nicely

[sunbudc]

WRONG SECRET WRONG SECRET

[ID: A monochrome black-and-white three-panel comic depicting Sir Crocodile and Emporio Ivankov from Shōnen Jump series One Piece by Eiichirō Oda.

Sir Crocodile holds a cigar and looks offscreen to the left, presumably at Emporio Ivankov, with an annoyed expression. Then, he says, "What, is it not enough you know not only I had a kid with Dragon, but that brat happens to be Luffy?"

A close-up of Emporio Ivankov. They are nervous with wide saucer-like eyes, pursed lips, and visibly sweating. They say, "...".

A similar close-up of Ivankov, now with an additional text on the bottom right saying "didn't know" while an arrow is drawn to them. Their mouth is open as if to speak, but they only say, ".....". End ID.]

[ghul-wein]

What is he cheesing🧀 so hard for what the f?

[flo-n-flon]

I'm having trouble drawing lately but I had a mighty need to doodle Faile Bashere: Lady. Hunter of the Horn. Falcon

[driftsart]

Wip: Decepticon Medics

This is just a sketch and I'll make them look a bit cleaner but I intend to finish it soon =D

Knockout's the lead medic/surgeon, Breakdown's the assistant, and Thundercracker handles all the medical technology :>

[honeymilkbubbletea]

~ But he never even made it to his twenties, what a waste...~

I shouldn't listen to Army Dreamers so often

It puts me in a mood for angst...

But on the bright side, look! I drew Hobies mum again! Yippee!!!

You guys seemed to like her! So now you have more of her, isn't that just great???

[goodnight-whore]

Progress!

[sheriffthompson]

the red army, more like the RAINBOW army

happy pride month everyone!!!

[crippledgiraff]

We WIPin'

[alteredphoenix]

I know next to nothing about HSR, but the one multi-chaptered fic idea I have for it is about Acheron having an animal companion join her on her journey to/throughout Penacony.

Read: a stone quilen from W*W. How it winds up in another universe isn't really explained nor is it the point, but rather how Acheron interacts with the fantasy magical equivalent to a walking, robotic automaton that decides from the get-go to stick with her because she increases his chances at surviving in this strange new place. There is an unspoken bond, and Acheron quietly appreciates the presence of the large, lion-like beast at her side. It takes ambient inspiration from Rain World.

[keira-draws]

"I had a wonderful girlfriend, Linda."

[hippolotamus]

Sunday Sentences 🧜‍♂️

Using this (way more than) Seven Sentence Sunday to answer some Mer!Buck asks for anon, @spotsandsocks @underwaterninja13 @daffi-990 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming 🧜‍♂️

Follows this snippet

By the time he’s finished his food and paid his bill there’s still plenty of daylight remaining. Plenty of time to find Evan and hopefully enjoy a brief reunion before Eddie has to go. Memories, and the ever present invisible tug, guide him back to the neighborhood near the beach house. Tourist season is over, leaving the streets mostly empty except for a few permanent residents, and homeowners winterizing their properties until the area comes back to life for rentals.

He parks in an hourly lot close to the pier, finally bracing himself for the task of calling Shannon. He could put it off even longer until he’s settled at the end of the pier, waiting for Evan. It feels wrong to mix the two worlds together, though. They’re already dangerously close.

It’s not that he doesn’t want Shannon to know, he plans on telling her, always has, but the timing is never quite right. Between getting to know each other and skipping to the babies and marriage phase, bringing up a childhood friend — who just happens to be a merperson — hasn’t managed to come up. He doesn’t think now is that time either.

With a heavy sigh Eddie dials the number and prepares to lie to his wife. Well, not lie exactly, but it won’t be the whole truth. And he’s going to tell her, so it’s fine. That’s what he keeps telling himself anyway.

“Eddie?! Where the hell are you?”

And, yeah, he deserves that greeting. “I’m, um, I’m in LA actually. Needed to take care of something before Monday.”

There’s a heavy silence before Shannon responds.

“Days before you leave, you suddenly have to take care of ‘something’,” she deadpans. “Care to elaborate?”

The only way out is through at this point, so he pushes on with the closest version of the truth he can give. “I have a friend out here, Evan, and, I don’t know how exactly to explain it, Shan. I’ve known him since we were kids and it’s been a while and I just got this weird feeling that I needed to see him. Listen, I know how weird this probably sounds, but I promise I’ll be back in the morning, and make it up to you and-”

“Eddie.” Shannon interrupts, softer this time. “It’s okay. This can’t- I’m sure it’s not easy for you. I know it’s not for me, and I’m not the one going anywhere.”

“You’re not mad?” He asks lamely.

“No, I’m not mad.” His relief is short-lived. “I’m pissed and we are having a big talk about this when you get back. But at least now I know where you are and that you’re coming home.”

“Baby, I was always-”

“Drive safe. Okay, Eddie?”

He nods, even though she can’t see him. “Yeah, okay. I will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[lokimobius]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elodiah, @kcscribbler, @boredintjqueen and @impulsemuppet! Thank you 🥺

I posted a poll before I went to sleep last night asking what I should post for WIP Wednesday, and fluff won by a mile. So here's some fluff. I live to please 👀

Loki always looked gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but stare at his husband in silence, struck by his beauty. Enough time passed that Loki tipped his head to the side questioningly, eyes softening as his black hair fell across his face. Mobius reached to brush the stray hair, threading his fingers through it and pushing the strands away from his eyes, gently grazing his scalp with his nails as he did so. Loki shivered at the touch. “Come here” he said, cupping Loki’s face and pulling him into a deeper kiss. “I missed you.” He murmured against Loki’s lips. Loki smiled, kissing him softer before pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Mobius, I was only gone for 45 minutes.” He pulled Loki close to his chest, tucking his head under his chin. “I missed you.” He repeated.

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[lonelychicago]

seven sentence sunday! 📲🎖️

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okay so while i was making a cover for @buddierights i got inspired and wrote a little bit for my army buddies au where buck was in that helicopter crash with eddie and he's one of the army friends in s5 eddie calls when he's in therapy pre breakdown <33

(here's a moodboard)

and here's the snippet:

"Talk about your pain with someone who shares it. Think about that first trauma and then talk to someone who can understand exactly what you've been through." It's what his therapist has said.

And listen, therapy is... a lot. It's intense and it's draining and it's like pulling at his teeth every session he has. It leaves Eddie with an uncomfortable buzzing under his skin and with the urge to scream and yell and punch a wall.

But.

It's working. Slowly and almost imperceptibly, but Eddie is noticing the little changes— the way his shoulders don't feel quite like he's carrying the weight of the world on them anymore or the way it's the tiniest bit easier to laugh with his colleagues or his son.

And he has to admit, Frank isn't that bad as a therapist. He makes pretty good points most of the time.

And Eddie... he's been thinking about them a lot. About the friends he made in the army and the people who have been right beside him in his nightmares for months.

He thinks about Anita, Blake and Miller...

He thinks about Buck, too. A lot. More than he'd like to admit. More than it's probably healthy.

He thinks about the private jokes the both of them shared and how the team would always tease them about it, how they would always complain that Buck and Eddie were basically a separate unit, just the two of them.

God, Anita would always laugh and call them lovebirds during drills.

"C'mon, Diaz! Are you coming or are you staying to make out with Buckley?"

Eddie looks down at the phone being held in his shaky hands. The screen displaying a name that's been chasing Eddie for almost four years now.

Please pick up, please pick up. He chants in his head as his heart hammers inside his chest, beating painfully against his ribs and almost making it impossible to breathe.

Pick up, pick up.

"Hello?" Someone picks up the call just a few seconds before it goes to voicemail. The voice is raspy and hesitant but it breathes a new life into Eddie as soon as he hears it, the relief so overwhelming he could fall to his knees. "Eddie?"

"Hey, Buck."

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