#blood in the water wip

[ninawolv3rina]

I have a secret writing project >:)

[oobbbear]

Comic cover wip

[space-blue]

Mansky man needs shading and some bling, but the base of him is done <3

[lavendertwilight89]

24 Poll Hour Challenge Results!

You came, you voted, and now, the sentences for each fic! The results definitely surprised me, but hopefully this lives up to the hype! (I def just started writing and didn't count sooooo your votes counted!)

Here we go, in order from lowest to highest vote count!

Spoilers beneath the cut

Bad Blood

“Ah fuck, you two are banging again, aren’t you?”

Inuyasha was about to kill his only other friend in the world. He needed to remind himself how stupid his friend was–and–

“Oof,” Miroku groaned, as he smacked himself into Kagome’s barrier. Ha. Inuyasha almost hoped Miroku broke his nose. “Whyyyyy—”

“Because you annoy me,” Kagome said, sipping her tea as she read the paper on Inuyasha’s bed in his long tee-shirt.

Devil Devil

(Disclaimer: This is like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--sorry--I'll try to beta and read this week)

Brushing my teeth with the extra toiletries the hotel provided helped with the lingering headache and stomachache. We had gotten at least twelve hours of sleep from when we checked into the hotel room and laid down, minus the quick spat from my friend who was still convinced I had a death wish. The sleep had definitely helped my body and hopefully some food would be the final nail in the chiffon to whatever else seemed to be aching. 

"You sure about this?" Inuyasha asked from the door as I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth out with water.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned towards him, wiping my mouth off the bubbly white lining.

"You goin' with. I can handle the two that are after your other friends."

"While I'm sure you can, I want to be there and while I know you're nervous since I'm kinda beat up, we both know you're better with me nearer than away." Inuyasha didn’t deny nor confirm my haughty statement, which meant I was right. 

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I hate all of this if anyone is asking for my opinion,” Shippo added.

“No one did,” Inuyasha growled.

I sighed. My head hurt. They were riding my last nerve. And I really just wanted a nap.

Head Above Water

The wedding went off without a hitch. Kikyo almost seemed happy to marry the stoic bastard, and Sesshomaru almost seemed relieved he was taking the figurative arrow in the chest. But ultimately, it didn’t matter; what did matter was how beautiful Kagome looked in his eyes… Sango had really done her job. She was wearing an aquamarine dress, one that made her eyes sparkle, and make-up that didn't hide her natural beauty, nor made her look like she belonged totally.

Kagome was born to stand out– she was a fucking mermaid! 

After the wedding, his father and mother blocked him from making any advances like he wanted to and Kagome was whisked away. While it pissed Inuyasha off to no end, he imagined it was to protect her from Kikyo’s family wrath. 

Kikyo and Sesshomaru immediately went to forge the bond (something the humans were uncomfortable with knowing) but moved the great hall for the food and to await to marking celebration. Inuyasha, however, had other ideas.

Dog Demon War

Kagome found it odd being home. She wanted so badly to try and use the well–try to desperately get back to her Inuyasha–her friends–her family–

But there was a tremendous fear of even trying to time travel after that experience.

Her friends have been killed.

Her friends died before her very eyes.

She had died.

Their child had been killed within her womb.

Her hands trembled as she brought them to cover her face, trying to block out all the memories of the alternate timeline, trying to escape into the peacefulness of the wind blowing gently as she sat on the stone bench beneath the sacred tree. The smell of green tea enter her nose and startled her, making her whip her head up and see the violet eyes of her future daughter.

“Here you go, Mama,” Izayoi said sweetly, handing her the cup before sitting down next to her.

The gentle draping of a blanket over her shoulders made her almost jump until Izayoi rested her hand on her shoulder. Two golden orbs appeared in front of her, blinking, making her giggle from the curiosity. 

“Moroha, hi,” Kagome greeted.

Shelter

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How was Naraku alive? How was he in their hut? How was that damn puppet surrounding them with his vines?

His evil laugh was menacing and shook him through his human body. Inuyasha had only one thing on his mind, even though his mind screamed to run and get away: protect Kagome.

Love Again

“So aside from animal cruelty, why don’t you eat meat?” Inuyasha asked as he bit into his hamburger.

“Personal choice, I guess. I never loved it–not really. Then I guess when I was out on my own I just made the decision to cut it out. If I was cooking for me or ordering for me, why did I have to have something I didn’t need or really want?”

“So, you can make decisions then.”

“Look here,” Kagome scoffed, narrowing her eyes to see the smirk in Inuyasha’s, glowing and making her heart do backflips and nearly come up her throat.

It sucked that she was…stuck. In her current predicament. Her shoulder hurt. She was constantly on too strong pain-killers. But she was pretty sure one good rub of the fabric between her legs would make her orgasm. Kagome wanted Inuyasha.

It had been a long time. A long time. She hadn’t lied or exaggerated about that. But she was just tired of dating–tired of screwing random people–an itch was better satisfied using a vibrator or her fingers than a stranger who clearly had no idea how to use his fingers. 

But Inuyasha was too–protective. Genuine. Kind. Kagome was still pretty certain he was in denial and wanted to wait for things to evolve more after her shoulder was healed. But that didn’t kill her lady-boner.

Holding out for a Hero

They didn’t emerge from their room for a couple of days. Sango had taken to making sure they were getting meals, knocking the door and calling to them before disappearing. Kagome could only surmise that it was instinct pulling to bond over and over. She blushed, thinking it didn’t help how amazing it felt for him to make her release over and over, as well. She heard a chuckle, the slight exhale causing her ear to flicker (something she was still getting used to day in and day out), and turned her head to see him smiling down at her. He kissed her shoulder and heart fluttered in response.

They were married. 

They were officially bonded. 

“We probably need to show our faces, lord husband,” she purred (literally) and blushed at the sound coming from her chest. Again, she still wasn’t quite used to the changes within and around her body.

Inuyasha chuckled again and nuzzled his face against her back, “They woulda came knockin’ if things were fallin’ apart.”

“Inuyasha—”

“This is our room. This is our space. What if it’s different out there?”

His vulnerability surprised her. Turning in his arms so that she was cradled by him instead of being spooned, she brought her hands to his face and carefully traced his cheekbones in comfort before going straight to his ears. “Nothing is different here than out there. I am wedded to you–body and soul. Let us show them–show everyone how I have dedicated myself to you. Also, I think we need to let others know that we will not be taking over this region, do you not agree?”

willow

(disclaimer--again, like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--another one I'm slowly getting through)

Kagome sighed and pouted a bit and he realized he was being a jackass. “Sorry, ‘Gome. I—I guess I just feel bad that you’re stuck there and you’re stressed out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this when you came. I–I let you down.”

“How did you do that?? You didn’t create the pandemic or this virus. This is just a tough spot,” Kagome tried to soothe. “I’m just being a baby and sensitive.”

“Keh. You have every right to be when you’re there with Emily.”

“Inuyasha, be nice. You know that she isn’t my main stressor. It’s been alright–just you know–a little weird since you’ve been gone for so long.”

“She still being fair?” Inuyasha asked, ears perked up and ready to jump through the screen if he had to in order to protect Kagome. Emily wasn’t mean or ill-spirited but he also wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from her either with him gone.

“Of course. She is still very grateful for the room and board.”

“Any word on her moving out?”

“No. None. But uh–about that–”

“What,” Inuyasha growled in annoyance.

Kagome scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I haven’t really pushed the idea on her just with everything going on.”

“Amazon packages still arriving?” Inuyasha questioned flatly and Kagome pursed her lips and nodded in response along with naming a couple of other different ones that had made their way to their doormat. “Yeah, she does that.”

“I just, uhm–I don’t know if it’s my place to say anything about it?”

“I guess if we want her out–”

“It’s fine for now!” Kagome cut him off, frantically, a forced smile on her face and turned away from the monitor. “Hey Em! Dinner??” 

Kagome, still protecting people who didn’t deserve it. Typical. At least she was acting like her normal self. “Whatever. We don’t gotta talk about that. But go ahead and get food, I need to get myself something too.��

“Oh! By the way, did Miroku text you?” Kagome asked, turning back to him.

Inuyasha raised his eyebrow and looked down at his phone and realied that yes, the idiot had messaged him and he’d just ignored it. Talking to Kagome and playing Candy Crush just happened to be more important. He opened the text and it said ‘Game night?’ “I guess he means a virtual game night?”

“Yeah, Sango got an app for school to help everyone relax a little bit to get up and stretch so she has tons of online games we can play together.”

“Sure, why not. Not like you can throw the coffee-table when you get mad for losing and this time, you can’t accuse no one of cheatin;.”

“Don’t act like you know me,” Kagome said, sticking her tongue out. That’s the Kagome he knew.

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Day 10

thanks everyone! hope you all know how much i appreciate everyone's support over the past couple of months with everything going on my with mom! i hope this also keeps your hope alive that i have not stopped writing nor do i plan to! just slowly chippin away!

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

thinking about how there's a window of time where Tim and Cass basically had the same haircut and like, I know I've mentioned the Concept™️ of them getting mistaken for biological siblings as civilians before but now I'm thinking about like.... what if various goons and villains thought they were bio siblings, but like, in-mask. obviously nobody puts together Black Bat/Orphan and Red Robin with Cassandra Wayne and Tim Drake-Wayne, but Red Robin and BB/Orphan have the same color and style hair, same slight, narrow build, and pretty similar combat styles — is it really a stretch to think that some people might think the two of them are related by more than just paperwork and a father's love?

[aidaronan]

A snip of the next chap of Blood & Water since ao3 is broken. Featuring one of the few characters who got a completely different role because otherwise they wouldn't have really been in the story lol

Ms. Clarke held up a stack of weathered tarot cards, shuffling them in her hands. “A lot of people don’t realize there’s a science to magic. It’s like the weather. There are, at any time, a thousand different forces at work. So you can read the cards whenever, but you really need to wait for…” Ms. Clarke looked up right as a cloud passed overhead, revealing Mars and it’s reddish glow. “The opportune time.” Just inside the threshold, she touched Eddie’s shopping list to the top of the deck. Then she laid a pattern of cards out by the front door, occasionally glancing at the sky. “It seems six is the right number. Which means we’re doing seven.” “Why?” “There is no good magic or bad magic. There are no good numbers or bad numbers. But six… It’s so strongly attached to you right now, it’s like looking into the sun. Any pattern attached to you right now is well worth breaking.” “Right.” Eddie stared at the cards on display. Some, Eddie could easily guess at as far as meanings went. The tower. The devil. The high priestess reversed. There were four other cards though: the two of swords, the lovers, the moon, the ten of swords reversed. Ms. Clarke squinted at the cards, humming, moving one over to the left and then putting it back where it had started. “Perhaps one more actually.” With a little shrug, she shuffled the deck again before placing one more card down, laying it atop the moon like a crown: the two of cups. She nodded once, satisfied, and then she looked up at Eddie. “I don’t wanna know what you did. You’re wearing death like a coat right now, kiddo. Not a jacket either. A coat. Full length trench. Chin to wrists to ankles.” Eddie had been sitting like a pretzel on the sidewalk, and she looked down at the concrete encircled by her legs. “It won’t be easy," Ms. Clarke said. "But you already knew that. Whoever she is though…” Eddie looked up and found her holding the moon card. “When she comes to you, if she hasn’t already, let her help. She’s your only shot.”

[sleepingsongbird]

I don’t usually post wips but here’s a sneak peak of a Law drawing I’m working on :)

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

WIP Wednesday

Short WIP for a short minific/chapter that's going to be posted soon.

(tw blood, gore, violence, implied noncon, implied csa)

Jake laughs, when it bites his fingers off. Laughs right into its stupid fucking face as it swallows his fingers down, massive throat rippling; he laughs even harder when it swipes across his face and he can barely keep it from taking his head off with his uninjured hand, blood and muscle trickling down his neck.

Somewhere his jaw cracks and then laughing feels a bit like dying, raw and agonizing, but he doesn't fucking care. The thanator's claws sink into his ribs and he laughs like he's being tickled, he is, this is a fucking pillow fight compared to what he's faced before.

He laughs with a spray of hot spit because he knows damn well what's on the other end of those eyes, knows who's driving the thing. Augustine's fury has been one of the few constants in his world for a very long time, no matter what form she takes or what name she's wearing.

And it's fucking hilarious, because she can tear him up all he wants, but it'll never help her get back her brother or her precious fucking Monkey Boy. Ours, he whispers into the thanator's face, and he knows Augustine gets the message when it snarls and tries to rip him open again.

[shai-manahan]

I'm not sure if this has been asked but I remember it being a popular question sometime last year, so apologies (tumblr search function is cursed) but do/would you ship any of your OCs with other IFs?

I honestly don't like pairing my OCs with others without the author's explicit permission so I probably wouldn't have done them anyway if I'd received them before.

Now, though! :D

@bloodinthewater-if has an amazing MC called Lich and we've both been uhh shipping them with HM's Karan Yadav, the grumpy bartender in the prologue. So much so that we now have a fishing trip arranged for them :). (Which would actually be their first meeting heh. The Ripper would also be in that trip but let's ignore that ass. Maybe far in the future there'll be a fishing dlc.)

Perhaps some other time I'll have pairings for the ROs but not for now. Besides, I've thoroughly designed their developments in a way that it might be hard to ship them with others, especially due to their roles in the plot. It just feels a little strange, kinda.

Thank you for this ask :))))))))

[ninawolv3rina]

Secret project(tm) is a romance so here are some Ship Dynamic Teasers with no added context

Thank u

[sabrina-author]

Blood in the Water; a wip introduction

Logline: After a young mer is kicked out of his old life by his mentor, he races against time as he's hunted by foe and old friend alike to reclaim his place by his mentors side.

Genre: YA mystery fantasy Themes at a glance: Isolation, betrayal, man vs man, man vs self, and self healing. Thematic questions: Can someone with good intentions change a bad system? Is it moral to kill those hurting people? Can/should you forgive those who hurt you? Can you heal from being codependent? Status: Third draft, close to the fourth and beta reading time

Synopsis: When Cetus' mentor moves to kill their greatest rival he's forced to turn against the only one who's cared for him. After being forcibly removed from his old life, his safety is on the line as he's hunted down by the law, who he might once have called friends, and even the rival who put him here. With the threat of death, or worse, imprisonment: a race against time is established as he rushes to regain his place in the world. However, there are more threats around him than he originally thought.

Characters: (links lead to character posts) Cetus/ Kage Betzalel Canis/ Lux Asrani Saffron Lyra Delphinus Orion Amaryllis

Light Worldbuilding: In a world where humans have split into two living species, mer, more adapt for living in the water and living much like seals, and humans remaining as we live now

Our Setting: in the largest mer/human city in the world: Laika. Based on real life crater lake, Laika is a closed off lake with many mountains surrounding it and brutal winters

Taglist: @misery-and-magic @junypr-camus @pzos-amiserableidiot @shockingtitle

[corvid-gae]

“What happened out there, Neteyam?” His eldest didn’t meet his gaze like his brother earlier. 

“It was my fault-”

“I know it wasn’t, Neteyam. You don’t need to take the downfall for other’s actions,” 

“I wasn’t able to keep him in the air like you told us-” Tommy frowned. 

“I told you both to stay in the air. You’re not in trouble because you couldn’t control Lo’ak, you’re in trouble because you also disobeyed orders. Yes, it was to prevent your brother from being hurt, but in turn what happened?”

“Dad, I-”

“Neteyam, I am angry with both of you because you put yourselves and others in danger, not because you disobeyed me, or because you couldn’t stop someone else from doing something stupid. You are not Lo’ak’s caretaker, you’re his brother. You should have radioed me, your Sempul, or your Sa’nok that Lo’ak was putting himself in danger by disobeying orders and one of us would have made sure he was airborne again,” 

“I understand,”

“Good, you’re still grounded though, no more flying in raids with us. The only reason you’re being allowed to fly in general is because you’re taking enough punishment from this,” Tommy gestured at his son’s injuries. Neteyam nodded as Kiri began to wrap his chest in bandages.

Excerpt from the first chapter of ‘You Hold the World in Your Eyes’ sequel.

[nostalgia-tblr]

I remembered that historical speculation about whether Edward IV would have sent his loyal wee bro Richard to "deal with" Henry The Inconveniently Not Dead Ex-King and if he did then oh the horrible irony of giving your fave sibling a taste of that sweet sweet regicide and then hang on a minute has anyone seen either of those adorable wee princes recently? You know, the ones in the Tower? Weren't we meant to be crowning one of them this week or... oh Richard is king now? That's... unexpected. The princes turned out to be be bastards Because Reasons? Oh. Okay, if you're sure. Where are they again? The Tower? Still? So like... can we visit them and take them some LEGO to play with or..? Oh, they're very busy are they? Doing unspecified things that you're not going to talk about? Well... err...

In other news I worked out how to make Thor less goody-goody perfect Golden Boy in the fic.

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

One of my on-going project snippets. Avatar!Steve

“Why is Danny’s place still frozen?” Steve demanded as soon as he saw Duke. 

“Our water-benders are trying, but there is a limit to their ability,” Duke replied. 

Steve’s clarity was being disrupted by his worry over Danny, so he snapped, “Limit? It’s ice! They’re water-benders!” 

Duke often revered to Steve with the respect gained by his rank, in both military and as Avatar, as well as the respect he was born with as a McGarrett. But in that moment, he was an older Hawaiian native who gave a strict gaze as he reminded Steve of where they lived. “You have traveled far and seen many other places. Maybe it has escaped your memory that out of all the benders that live or visit our small islands, water is arguably the one with most restrictions and rules. Only a limited few water-bending masters exist here who are experienced with colder temperatures and ice or snow manipulation.”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before he opened them again and apologized. “Sorry, Duke. It’s...it’s Danny, y’know?” 

“I do. And I know that there’s no one else on this island who knows those ice bending restrictions better than him. Given how much flack he got in the early months of him being here. So I understand your concern...but these ice structures were created by Danny himself. They’re fortified with the strength that will take the Hawaiian August sun hours to melt. We can’t get inside yet.”

“Yeah, well...I’m here now. Let me work.” It was nearly a threat but it most certainly was a warning. Duke called off the benders and let Steve try. 

Steve has begun his water bending training but it was with the basics. Learning to alter the water’s temperature to make it freeze or unfreeze wasn’t anywhere near the curriculum. Didn’t mean he didn’t try. Except he was too angry because he didn’t want to be worried. 

So he stopped trying to water-bend the ice away and instead unleashed his fury with his fire-bending until he saw some of the ice give way before earth-bending a stalagmite to shatter it’s way through. 

I started thinking about world building rules and them being applied to different fandom. Implementing the Avatar bending to H50, and it made me think. Being surrounded by so much water, water benders are pretty dangerous. They always have a weapon, and if they’re mastered it enough the humidity in the air, even if there isn’t an obvious body of water, they still have access to it( never mind potential gangs and criminal organization potentially having Blood Benders). 

Then I was thinking, how much of the average tourist would a)not know a fuck shit about the proper water temperature a place, it’s plant life, and animal life need to remain stable? And b)would be assholes to try and make their own waves or bigger waves or retaliate against anyone or to show off? 

Beaches in an Avatar AU would have STRICT rules in place. Lifeguards might need to be specially trained to like a military level to secure the peace, ensure the safety of native plant and animal life.

Water benders, no matter the profession or life style they lead/live, if they’re in Hawaii they are limited to just water bending. Healing, yes...but when it comes to temperature control...there are like...two official water bending MASTERS who know how to turn water into snow or ice. And it’s become a thing where it’s just been like that for so long that no one really questions it unless they’re not from there. 

I made Danny a Water-Bender and with how winters are on the east coast, and because I personally headcanon Danny to just have a more affinity to colder climates, to him ice and snow are second nature. And because he came from a big city where younger water benders as young as 7-8 year olds make their first bit of chump change by offering to snow-bend the drive ways of little old ladies or get more allowance if they wake up and defrost their parent’s car...when Danny first came to Hawaii as he followed Grace, seen as an outsider with the element that may have the most restrictions, particularly in his specialty. It was hard but Danny learned to ‘control’ himself..aka adjust his mannerism. (He’s always in control. Just...things that were normal for him are a big deal on the island, but he has never been out of control of his element. Danny is also a Blood Bender and that’s why but it’s not knowledge anyone knows and he’s terrified of anyone learning)  

Steve has seen plenty of Danny’s power, potential, and most importantly his control. It’s why Steve chose Danny to be his Water bending master instead of the native Hawaiian born they wanted to assign him. There are also a lot of deeper feelings involved, so Steve hearing that Danny elsa fortressed himself means something is very wrong! 

but on like a lighter note, when they need something from Kamekona, Danny has bribed him with water-bending him x-lbs of shaved ice. 

[wild-houseplant]

WIP... good lord it’s Wednesday

I don’t know how this happened. One minute I’m on Tumblr the next minute I’m posting punctually. Thank you for the tag @heniareth I have been looking for an excuse to post this snippet. Lemme tag you back, along with @rlainarin, @anna-the-great-and-terrible, and @icy-warden if I may, for I do crave your snippets (and Icy also because you were wondering what happened with Revka). Below features Rhodri making Zevran uneasy (quelle surprise) the morning after Broken Circle.

Rhodri wrung her hands. “I… wanted to check how you’re faring after yesterday.”

Zevran chuckled airily. “Ah, that was a memory, nothing more. And this time, a Grey Warden with the most marvellous set of eyes came to my rescue! It seems I have landed on my feet yet again.” He flicked his eyebrows once. “Let us hope my luck holds out, no?”

Rhodri stiffened. “You don’t think this is luck, surely.”

“Well, good luck, of course,” Zevran attempted, faltering a little when her staring wasn’t supplemented with any other response. “Excellent fortune? … Maximal serendipity?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “My mother was kidnapped,” she said after a moment. “That was why she was missing.”

The abrupt change of topic made Zevran’s pre-prepared quip die in his throat. 

“She was taken during a morning walk in Kirkwall, I was told,” Rhodri continued, not missing a beat. “Her brother, my uncle Damion, had accrued enormous debts to shady characters and told no-one about it. They took my mother and not him because they know she married a rich Tevinter. My father paid the million-sov ransom, and then another half million when they demanded more. And when that wasn’t enough and they demanded more again, he realised he would have to take her back himself.

“He tracked her down to a small village on the Nevarran border. The cartel had emptied it and was using it as a hideout.” Rhodri’s upper lip bulged as her tongue passed over her teeth. “Would you like to hear what my father did when he found her?”

Zevran smiled thinly. “I imagine the kidnappers were struck off the Satinalia greeting card list, no?”

She gave a small, wry smile of her own, which quickly tightened into a frown. “For a start. By the end, all twenty-six of the kidnappers, thugs, what-have-you there, were turned into blood sacrifices to restore my mother’s health, and the settlement was razed to the ground.”

Rhodri lowered her head to eye-level with him, pinning him with a stare he couldn’t quite force himself to wish away. 

“I would do this much, and more, for you,” she said softly, fervently. “House Callistus fights for her people, Zev, there is no luck to it. You are one of us. Don’t cheapen my devotion to you by calling it luck.”

[purplepersnicketywrites]

Confession: one of the reasons I haven’t finished the next chapter of Blood of my Hand is bc I need to develop a basic understanding of How Make Sword and every time I go to try and read up about it my eyes glaze over.