#to delay progress

[marstyler42]

What if the organizing of the cases in the O.I.A.R being different from how they were organized in TMA with the original 14 entities is causing a remanifestation where the separations between the new entities are completely different. What if by organizing the cases and they are single-handedly driving this universes interpretations of the fears. They aren't categorizing existing things, they are creating the boundaries.

[cityrun]

my brother my brother my brother and me

[numbuh424]

I spent too much on his bday set so I need to draw him something. I am normal and can be trusted with the blood brush.

[eilinelsghost]

Sometimes worldbuilding is great for writing.

And other times you think huh, this character would look kind of hot with a tattoo, wouldn't he? and then you wake up four days later to find you have a 31 page google slides presentation detailing the tattooing culture of the Bëorian people and diagrams of various characters' bodies with tattoo placement and the symbolism of each limb and location and also not a single additional word written on the WIP in question.

[a-s-levynn]

you know what, the mask is kinda lit in white

[awkward-parabuteo]

RETRAINING MY HARRIS'S HAWK, ARAMIS (PART 2)

This is the session following part 1!

The start of the routine is the same: getting Aramis from his mews and weighing him, followed by some manning.

Time for some more recall practice. We've gained a quick response from a greater distance already! It's windy today, you can see how he angles himself to avoid being blown off course. This is good, I like having opportunities to train with him in various weather conditions so he's used to and reliable in different situations once flying free. Wind, drizzle or light snow: unless it's freezing or there's a downpour we'll be out there!

We're also reintroducing the lure today. I mainly use the lure as a safety measure: Aramis knows there's food on it and its movement makes it more enticing and visible. If I ever need to recall Aramis in a pinch out in the field, I can do so more reliably using the lure. I'll sometimes swing it to him during outings too to reinforce his response. As you can see, he remembers what to do!

I always fix a small tiring to the lure before heading out (such as a quail wing) so it's ready to go. When Aramis lands to pick at the food, I'll come up and put my foot on the lure. The one I use is weighted and Aramis doesn't have a habit of carrying it, but it's best to be safe. Once he's done eating, we'll do a trade off on the glove.

Aramis is weighed again and we hang out some more.

I'm satisfied with his response in training, so he'll be free lofted from now on :)

[piowasthere]

day 10 - Lights on

thinking about HW2, arts & crafts 2 where Sun was shaking near a lamp in a broken fort

yk, felt like crying tonight

[gotchibam]

Heyo! Sorry for the sudden lack of updates ;-; I got a bit of momentum last week working on my backlog so I was able to finish quite a lot of pieces already :'D (around 18 maybe? yay meee 🥹)

Had to work on the easier ones first tho so they won't be in order according to the queue, but I promise I won't skip any requests! They'll be posted soon over the next few days ☺️

I still need to work on updating & getting back to ppl but on the other hand, I've also been able to work and finish a bit more stuff now so it makes me feel pleased & happy! ;w;

Also I did mention abt streaming last week so I'll try to do that soon while working on the latest batch of comms! Maybe later when I get back home or tomorrow morning (🇵🇭 time), we'll see 🤔

Thank you sm again for your patience & support, I truly appreciate it! ;w; <3

[monoisbored]

necessary wip post to show that im still alive

[spampai]

!Anxiety Attack!

Could have put more effort with lining but I did this in less than a day so

Anxiety Top 2!!

Love this iconic scene, especially the expressions and music kek

[chellychuu]

Sailor moon wip! 💫

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Scott/jimmy/fwipp hurt comfort? (I forgor their ship name)

One flower fwhimmy hurt/comfort, fresh out of the oven! :D

Warnings for blood and injury, non-permanent character death, trauma flashbacks, and vomiting.

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Scott could feel it in his throat. A sharp impact tearing through muscle and vocal cords, the warm gush of blood spilling out of his airway. If he lifted his hand, he would be able to grasp the smooth wooden shaft sticking out of his neck. He shouldn't pull it out, he knew, but his hand flew to his throat anyway in an attempt to stop the blood -

- Except there was no blood, and no arrow. There was only smooth, unbroken skin and a panicked pulse. But he'd seen it clear as day, a Red Army arrow still vibrating from the impact. Where -

Oh.

Right, he'd forgotten. It wasn't in his throat, it was in Jimmy's. In the crumpled form at his feet, already cold by the time Scott knelt and touched his cheek with a trembling hand. Because he hadn't been there to protect his husband. Because he had been pierced by an arrow, just not through the neck. Because he'd stupidly gotten shot so early, and been torn away from Jimmy's side by the respawn, and by the time he returned it was too late. The bunker hadn't been enough to protect him.

Scott hadn't been enough to protect him.

He slumped over the body as he sobbed, blanketing Jimmy as if he could still shield him from a war that was long over. It wasn't right for the bundle lying there to be so cold and stiff, when Jimmy's warmth had always been so pliable in his arms.

Where was his husband? This glassy-eyed mannequin wasn't him. Scott's breath came in forced gasps, and his stomach churned. He needed to find Jimmy. He staggered to his feet and looked around, but there was only darkness. He needed to find Jimmy. He was in danger without him.

Scott's stomach lurched again, and he tripped as he stepped forward, falling into wakefulness. Unfortunately, the nausea followed him out of the dream, and he barely had a moment to comprehend that he was awake now before he stumbled to the bathroom. Just as his convulsions slowed, a bleary-eyed fWhip came in, handed Scott a cup of water to rinse his mouth, and smoothed a cool hand over the fae's sweaty brow.

By the time Scott finished brushing his teeth, it occurred to him that his partner hadn't been in bed when he woke up. "Are you okay?" he croaked, turning off the tap.

His throat still burned, and he pressed a hand against it with a grimace.

fWhip's mouth twitched into what could almost be a smile if he didn't look so tired. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? If your ears droop any lower you'll trip over them." He pressed a kiss to the side of Scott's head. "I'm all right. Just couldn't sleep."

"I'll trade you," muttered Scott as fWhip led him to the couch. "I'll take your insomnia, you can have my nightmares."

"I'd take you up on that, but I doubt it would do either of us much good." fWhip poured them both a glass of wine. "We both have nightmares. I just see them while I'm awake, that's all."

Scott took the offered glass. Now that he was fully awake, he recognized the haunted look in fWhip's eyes. "Want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

"Not really." fWhip sat next to him and lifted an arm, and Scott snuggled into his side. He glanced at his communicator as he sipped his drink. Jimmy was still off-world, as he'd expected, on his private skyblock world instead of at the Hub. His local time wasn't exactly the same as theirs at the moment, but it was still late, and his status indicator glowed yellow.

At least it wasn't red. Scott didn't think he could stomach that right now.

But now that he thought about it, when had Jimmy started letting his status go to idle instead of setting it to 'do not disturb' as he slept?

"Gem and I were the ones who found you."

"Hm?" Scott looked up. fWhip was staring through his wine glass.

"On the mountain," he clarified. "Half buried in the snow, with the Rune Blade preventing your respawn. I - " He took a sudden, sharp breath, as if he'd just stepped out into a blizzard. "We pulled it out, but it had been too long. Maybe if we'd flown overhead sooner - "

"It wouldn't have changed anything," said Scott softly. "It was a special item that initiated a sort of...hardcore mode on anyone who died from it. No respawn."

fWhip held out his hand palm up, and Scott slid his own over it. "We found Jimmy, too. I don't even know what happened. He was just...on the side of the road. I think since he was a godling, once his empire was destroyed, he...At least Pearl had someone with her, you know? But you and Jimmy died alone. I should have - "

"It wasn't your fault." Scott brought the back of fWhip's hand to his lips, interrupting the crack in fWhip's voice that worsened the cracks in his own heart. "Gods, how long have you been beating yourself up over this? I'm glad we ended our stories on a lighter note the second time."

fWhip snorted. "Nuh uh, you have no room to talk, mister 'recurring nightmares about something from ages ago that wasn't your fault either.' I made a stupid decision and got thousands of people killed."

"NPCs," said Scott.

"Semantics," said fWhip.

They stared at each other for a moment, then Scott chuckled, and within moments they were both leaning against one another as they dissolved into a fit of giggles.

When the laughter subsided, Scott drained his glass in one long gulp, then patted fWhip's knee as he stood up. "Finish your wine, love. I'll get us something stronger."

Morning came and went, and by the time they fell asleep, both fWhip and Scott slept soundly in the shelter of each other's arms. One of Scott's ears twitched as the front door clicked shut, then again when Jimmy's warm chuckle sounded from the bedroom doorway.

"Having fun without me, were you?" Jimmy picked his way around the clothes and empty bottles that littered the floor, then bent to kiss Scott's forehead. "It's mid afternoon, sleepyheads."

"Hmm. Still plenty of time for you to take a nap with us then." Scott wound his arms around Jimmy's neck and kissed him. "The mess is because fWhip couldn't sleep."

"Don't pin this on me," said fWhip groggily, "it was your idea." He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt around for the front of Jimmy's shirt and tugged at him. Jimmy obliged the unspoken request, and fWhip hummed happily into the kiss. "You gonna lay down, or keep looming?"

"Wha - I'm not looming!" Jimmy crawled into bed between them, and he was barely settled before they were both clinging to him. "Gosh, I was only gone a week. Maybe I should stay away longer if it means you'll miss me this much."

"No," said fWhip sharply.

"Absolutely not," said Scott at the same time.

Jimmy blinked at their vehement reaction, then his eyes softened as he took in the dark circles under their eyes. "Okay," he said gently. "Get a little more sleep, yeah? I'm home now."

I'm safe, was the unspoken meaning behind those last three words, and Scott relaxed against him and closed his eyes again. Jimmy was home, and he was safe, and he was as warm and pliable in Scott's arms as ever. With the sound of both his lovers' steady breathing in his ears and nothing in his throat but contentment, Scott drifted back to sleep with ease.

[wiltenjoyer]

his skinnnnnn

[edelweiss313]

DARK DOME I AM IN YOUR WALLS RIGHT NOW

WHERE IS HIDDEN MEMORIES????

[sytortuga]

"Stakeout" (wip)

My humble contribution to Dincember 2023. Day 9: boots.

Posting this as a wip as I'm already delayed as it is. Shaded version to come (hopefully) soon!

[frosty-tian]

Progress shots.