#random wip bits

[vynnyal]

I've been having a delightful time stumbling over my emojis being used in random servers, so here's more

[raycatz]

fine and normal behavior

[galactic-rhea]

Easy, fight Leia fight for the wip

Good choice.

she's mad and she's going to kick someone's butt defending her babybrother and her asthmatic dad

Wip title game! let people let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it

[honeymuffinpheonix]

My name is Powder Kiramann. I'm named after my aunt, who my Mama says died long ago. She says her mum grew into someone else, but then she had to leave. Leave on an adventure, for forever. It took me a long while to realise Powder Jinx was dead, and not just traveling.

Mama smiled sadly when I asked if her sister was dead. "A cockroach, my sister. Nothing could kill her. There's no body. So I'll hold out hope... but I don't think you'll get to meet her, in afraid, my gunpowder."

I don't think my mum likes my name, that much. I catch her frowning when she thinks I'm not there to notice. Uncle Ekko says mama chose it, as Mum was away when I was born. Something about a "grey." She frowns harder when I shoot well with a pistol, and when I make my glitter and paint contraptions. Uncle and Mamma get a sad look in their eyes, but they still smile when they go off. Nostalgia, or melancholy, my teacher would maybe say. I take after my aunt, apparently. My aunt and my Uncle Mylo- supposedly he was a whiz with a set of lockpicks.

Mum doesn't like those skills as much. Says I'm a member of House Kiramann, and would never need them. I just think picking the safe locks is fun.

Everyone says my aunt is dead. There's murals of her on walls in Zaun, and people with blue hair still leave glitter and paint cans at their base, whilst Piltovians complain about the mess, even now. Uncle Ekko gets a sad look in his eyes when she's mentioned, and Mama goes quiet. Mum doesnt seem to particularly mourn my aunt... but she doesn't seem happy she's dead, either.

That said, I don't think she's dead. For I know something nobody else does: every year, once a year, on my birthday, I wake up to a present. It might be paint, or glitter, or blueprints for glitter bombs or other prank toys, or tools, or rare scrap. One year it was a music player. But every year, without fail, there is a present, wrapped in neon pink and blue, adressed to "Powder Kiramann" from the "Ladies Crownguard." A spray-paint style monkey is stamped next to the official signature.

There's no postage, so I could never trace it; but apparently, the Crownguard's are a family in Demacia... and one of them got married to a blue haired woman, a few years ago. I couldn't be sure that thay was my aunt, and so for a long time, I ignored the thought.

But then, there were rumours of a delegation from Demacia coming to visit.

And I met the woman with blue hair that smelled like bullets and paint.

I met my aunt.

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Whenever i can't think of something to draw, from the heavens the song 'Matryoshka' by Hachi (Kenshi Yonezu-) will descend and I'll draw something based on it lol

'line art' - for funnnn

[havenshereagain]

Happy WIP Wednesday! I have two this week, though one of them is giving me trouble. There's a TimKon 6+1 where it's 6 times Tim dreamed about Kon and 1 tim he woke up to him, and JayTim fucking with Bruce and Dick

6+1

Tim forced himself out of bed despite the early hour. Half his team didn't trust him. They were hesitant to listen to him and questioning his plans. Kon had already gotten them stranded on Apokolips because of that mistrust - who's to say what would happen next? Fuck, this sucked.

JayTim Prank

"When I went to update you, I forgot I'd been on the main line earlier," he started, then took another bite of his pizza and continued, "the line was quiet so I just said your name and Dick groaned?" His voice lilted uncertainly, still not quite understanding the reaction. He put his pizza down to gesture with his hands, "and he just said can you not as though I was doing something wrong?" Jason snorted and Tim glared at him before he could make a joke about it, "I tried to ask what he was talking about but B cut me off and told me not to antagonize you." At that Jason started laughing and Tim glared at him again.

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

can i interest anyone in some codywan kissing on this fine thursday evening?

“Please, darling.” Obi-Wan looked at him with a gaze that could have melted butter. Fortunately, Cody was made of stronger stuff that than. “I promise not to lose it again.”

“Really?” Cody raised an eyebrow, pulled himself up to his full height so he could look down at Obi-Wan, just a little. “You promise?”

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, let his eyes fall to Cody’s lips. Let them rest there until he knew Cody noticed, the bastard. “I promise.”

Cody didn’t move. With his free hand, the hand not holding Obi-Wan’s lightsaber far above his head, he threaded his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand. “You see,” He kept his voice low in a way he knew drove Obi-Wan a little mad, “I don’t quite believe you.”

Obi-Wan batted his eyelashes in a way that said, who, me? Then smiled, his voice kept carefully level, “My darling, you wound me.”

“You’ll get yourself wounded, more like.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan leaned closer, close enough that Cody could feel his breath against his cheek, “Afterall, I have the Force to protect me.”

“You have me.” It was a promise spoken again and again, whispered into Obi-Wan’s neck in the darkness of his quarters, shouted silently each time they fought side by side. Spoken so often, it was as familiar as breathing, yet still they said it. I’m here. I’m here.

Obi-Wan’s answer was a quick kiss placed at the corner of his mouth. For a brief moment, Cody almost gasped, almost dropped the lightsaber there and then. Instead he pulled back, just a little.

Obi-Wan gasped into the empty space. Still close enough to feel his breath, Cody shivered.

“Promise me,” His voice was heavy, weighted with emotion he couldn’t quite give words to. “Please, Obi-Wan.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice was the mirror of his own, heavy with emotion in a way Cody so rarely heard, “Force, Cody, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to worry you. I will try. I promise you that.”

“Alright. Alright. I know.” He finally let his hand that clutched the lightsaber drop. Stood there for a moment, the ‘saber resting in his steady hand between them. He leaned towards Obi-Wan, almost felt the tiny gasp that escaped his lips as Cody’s hand drifted to his belt. He clipped the lightsaber to Obi-Wan belt, let his hand hover for just a moment. Obi-Wan stood still beneath his hands, it was only his breathing that betrayed him.

“Thank you, darling.” The words were whispered into Cody’s ear, softly, they settled in his head.

“Just don’t lose it again.”

Obi-Wan hummed, and Cody watched as his hand curled its way around his neck. He leaned slightly into the touch, even like this the calluses and scars that decorated the hand were known to him, just as intimately as his own.

The hand twisted into his curls, gently pulling his head back, just a little. Despite himself he gasped, the little noise an almost desperate thing as it flew from his lips.

Obi-Wan grinned, there was something dangerous about it, just at the edges. “My dear, I never mean to disappoint you.”

He meant to respond, but found Obi-Wan’s lips against his own. He breathed into the kiss, instead, his mind filled only with Obi-Wan. The Jedi’s other hand curled around his jaw, his thumb pressed carefully into the skin beneath his ears, into the place that Obi-Wan knew made him gasp, desperate beneath his hands.

After what felt like a lifetime, a star born and collapsed again, Obi-Wan pulled back. His nose just brushing Cody’s, he breathed his name. It was promise, and prayer. Spoken with so much reverence that, if he was not seeing his own feelings reflected back at him, he would never have believed such a thing was possible.  

He let the word hang, just for a moment, before he tugged gently at Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand, pulled apart in that instant. Felt honoured that he was allowed to see this, trusted enough that Obi-Wan let himself shatter like this.

He pressed Obi-Wan’s name against his neck, felt the way his hands, still resting against Cody, twitched at the contact. He pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s neck, then another to his jaw. Eventually, he reached Obi-Wan’s mouth. Hovered there for a moment, allowing his breath to flutter against Obi-Wan’s lips.

Something that sounded like his name caught up in a desperate plea fell from Obi-Wan, and at that Cody kissed him.

Heat curled through him at the way Obi-Wan melted into the contact, letting himself fall endlessly into Cody’s hands. Trusting Cody to catch him.

In answer, Cody held him. Did not allow any part of him to slip between his fingers as they curled their way through his hair. His free hand had, at some point, come to rest upon Obi-Wan’s back and he relished in the way Obi-Wan leant into the touch.

It was this trust, as much as the contact, that sent a heady sense of affectionthrough Cody. Love, if he was brave enough to let himself think it.

Obi-Wan gasped, briefly. Again and again, Cody’s name fell from his lips.

“Here, darling. I’m here.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say the rest.

[withacapitalp]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: post the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words.

I was tagged by @sidekick-hero Sandy I am so sorry this is not my Big Bang LMAO (ALSO WHAT ARE YOU COOKING UP? I feel like it's gonna hurt my feelings)

Steve called it ‘Being a Busybody’, but Eddie’s choice of phrase did conjure up funny images– Wayne wearing Arnold Schwarzenegger style sunglasses and the leather jacket too.

I like this new rule 27 words = 2+7 so I only have nine to tag!

@hairstevington @redrosydiaz @vthx @steddieas-shegoes @thefreakandthehair @sporecircles @starrystevie @hexiewrites @marvel-ous-m

[modern-inheritance]

So, turns out Eragon’s soft puppy love isn’t the only little quirk of his and Arya’s relationship on the gentler side of things.

Turns out Arya gets cuteness aggression for Eragon mad hard on a regular basis lmao

[schnaf]

23 days until ode's 23rd birthday

day 1 - staring match

bonus:

[tag-if]

How would the RO's react to MC biting them out of nowhere (affectionately)?

LOL ah, of course, the universal neurodivergent sign of affection

A. Bellefleur; confused at first, assumes they've done something to upset you. once you explain they chuckled fondly and lightly bite your shoulder in return ("I want to tell you that I love you in every language," they explain matter-of-factly)

K. Valiev; they barely flinch, smiling confusedly at you. once you explain they nod in understanding, you notice that they aren't wearing their heavy armour around you if they can possibly help it (they wear their light armour, the material softer on your mouth and teeth)

A. Caras; they grumble at you, asking what the hell that was for. once you explain, you find that they start doing the same to you every so often, their teeth grazing your shoulder or arm before they go back to whatever they were doing

T. Bellefleur; laughs, asking you what you think you're doing. once you explain, they laugh delightedly, pressing a light kiss to your cheek ("in that case, firecracker, you can bite me whenever you want," they grin proudly, overjoyed at your alternate method of affection)

M. Serrel; they gently flick your nose, asking you why you'd bite them. once you explain, they press a purposely loud kiss to your lips ('mwah' sound and all) and coo how cute you are for that, you find they do it every now and again with a giggle before going back to whatever they were doing

[nobodysomeday]

i just found out jason dated catherine tate i had NO IDEA. i am gobsmacked!

THE BEST PART IS THEY MET DOING THE HAPPY NOW VIDEO FOR COMIC RELIEF IN 2011. AND SHE WAS PLAYING HIM!!!!

WHICH MEANS THEY MET LOOKING LIKE THIS

[kooriicolada]

Fic Sentence Sharing Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics, and then tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @sanska

@lossie92 you should do a few!

A World Between Us:

Their captor stepped in, eyes gleaming yellow.  He realized Madara wasn't paralyzed at the same moment that Madara burst forward.  Madara's fist swung out ahead of him as he leapt across the entirety of the cell on physical power alone and their captor leaned back, swaying away.  He stepped back just enough for Madara to land over the threshold of the door where he dropped down and kicked out, leg swinging in a low sweep.  The man leapt back again, further out of reach.

And then roots exploded from under his long sleeves and wrappings, driving toward Madara with sharp tips.

What Makes a Courtship:

For the sixth time in as many minutes, Tobirama caught Touka giving her a knowing look.  She did her best to ignore her, to focus on keeping her face blank and her posture perfect.  Tobirama knew the fact that she'd dressed up was a dead giveaway.  That she'd donned one of her prettier kimono—blue with white and yellow dragonflies—spoke of her excitement.

One that Madara had gifted her, actually.

Pests:

The Senju as a whole were extremely hush-hush about their animal forms.  No one in recorded history knew what they shifted into.  There was no end to the wild rumors and speculation, of course, but even the Uchiha didn't know.

Considering they were now solid allies and living in the same village Madara found this irksome.  This secret was more closely guarded than any of the Senju's other techniques.  They were, it turned out, once one got past the generations of enmity, a pretty cheerful folk— often drunk and ready with a dice or other sort of game but they never, ever let this secret slip.  

It was, in a word, deeply infuriating.  

Gone to the Dogs:

"Hey, Tajima," Haname called in greeting.  "Glad you came."

He approached her warily.  Such paranoia.  She should be offended.  "Inuzuka-san," he said.

"Aw, come on now.  I thought we were closer than that."  She grinned, showing her teeth at the blush that crawled up his neck.  It was a splotchy thing.

Goddamn, but anyone outside the Inuzuka seemed to be such prudes.  It was hilarious.

She straightened up and walked over toward him, the basket she carried tucked carefully against her hip.  When she reached him, she crouched down and set the basket on the ground.  Tajima watched her every move like the silly warhawk he was.  She flipped the blankets aside and pulled the pup out, straightened, and held him with her hands under his armpits.  He was as pudgy and squinty as any baby, but at least he didn't look like the wrinkled mess he'd been when he was born.

She could hear him blowing a spit bubble.

Flightless:

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaad!" The constant yell grew closer and louder alongside the thunder of small feet.  Madara could tell the difference when Kagami crossed from the bridge onto the sturdier platform that held his—soon to be their—home.  It had only been a year since Kagami had started to call him dad and it still made him feel… proud, pleased, victorious.

Five years ago the Uchiha and Senju flocks had settled their differences in favor of fighting the humans that were trying to push them out of their homelands.  No matter how little difference there was between the Featherfolk and regular humans, the humans seemed determined to take whatever land they desired.

Fem Madara AU:

Madara spent the entire day listening to the Senju men talk.

They thought that what she'd done to Tobirama was emasculating.  That taking him as her wife was unnatural and strange.  After all, they'd said, Tobirama was a man.  He should be her husband as was the normal way of things.

That Tobirama shouldn't be forced into wearing a shiromuku while she dressed 'like a man' for her wedding.  As if all ninja weren't made equal by the battlefield.

Random Time Travel Thing Maybe???:

This time Izuna predicts his Hiraishin jump and when Tobirama comes out of the teleport he—

Blood bursts out of his mouth on an agonized cough.  There's white hot pain in his chest where Izuna's sword is sunk through him, likely arcing out his back.

Izuna shoves him off like so much offal, his mouth twisted in a triumphant smirk and… Tobirama hears Hashirama's terrified scream and as darkness closes in on his eyes a flurry of roots erupt from the ground skewering Izuna from all sides.

"You... You killed Izuna?" Tobirama stuttered, the image of Izuna's shocked face imprinted on his eyes despite his imminent death in the same moment. 

Hashirama laughed into his shoulder, the sound watery and shaky. He pulled back and grasped Tobirama's face between his hands. Their foreheads bumped together and Tobirama found himself staring directly into his brother's warm, loving eyes. 

"Oh Tobi... There's no peace if you aren't in it."

Naga Tobi:

Madara slammed the door behind himself hard enough that it rattled in its runners. "—can't believe they think they even have a say in whether or not I have children let alone who I have them with!" he snarled. "You'd think they would have more to say about you, but no.  They're worried about my not having children of—"

Tobirama cut Madara's agitated words off with an offended huff.  Madara turned toward him.  With his long, muscular coils looping over and through the absolutely absurd mound of pillows he'd made in Madara's main room, Tobirama looked as regal as he claimed his lineage to be.  The blue of the silk kimono shirt and haori he wore, the elegant glint of gold and jewels at his throat, on all four wrists, and on his forehead…

He was breathtaking.

[urproblematicfav-ao3]

Cons of maladaptive daydreaming: I sometimes have issues distinguishing memories from reality and whatever stupid bullshit I practice in my head, and get very stressed out about being selfimposingly insane

Pros of maladaptive daydreaming:

I can spend 80% of my brain power thinking nonstop about how 2 people would fuck and if I can successfully write it down, sometimes people cum from it

[lyxchen]

I'm not even kidding, all my current Sangihun art is just about them undressing each other…

[baeshijima]

the bnha brainrot is so bad im planning a various x reader series gdi