#very much a wip

[rhonuscorner]

Have a WIP to show that I'm not actually dead when it comes to drawing DCA stuff. Also, new AU yaaaaay! No I haven't forgotten about my circus theater AU, but these two suddenly decided they have a right to take up space in my brain and wanted a story to go with it, so that's a thing now. I can't wait to actually show off their designs, so happy with how they came out.

I'm calling this AU the Eclipse Protocol and I'm really excited about it 👀 I say that while I still haven't uploaded the first chapter of Cirque des Célestes, which is still sitting unfinished at 14k+ words which is way too big and I have yet to figure out how I'm gonna tackle that and make that story manageable. I don't have the brain power for that right now, so I'm giving the new AU priority for the moment.

I also have a love/hate relationship with drawing robo hands/joints/parts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. It's fun but it hurts my brain.

[g-m-kaye]

More work in progress - a new tarot card design for either The Empress or Strength from the Major Arcana :)

[spiritofthenortheners]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you for the tag @bilbosmom-belladonna 🧡 Recently I’ve been mostly trying to decide whether I should un-anonymize something I wrote as a writing exercise, inspired by a game my partner played (still haven’t decided 😂) But this here is from something that’s not even a decent draft yet 🙈

One day this should be a sequel to Deep End

With an exhale, Faie’s finger curls and the bolt hits the side of 2224’s stupid grey-painted bucket, scratching at it while Faie continues to snipe down a couple of commandos next to the Imperial officer who used to be Commander Cody. In Faie’s ear, Neyo whispers “fucking beautiful” and at the same moment two imperial gunships explode in a blast of reddish flames and smoke.

No pressure tags @airlockfailure @cobaltbeam @cacodaemonia @marbled-polecat and anyone wishing to play!

[carriershoukaku]

have you ever had something delivered you don't remember ordering?

[equinoxts2]

WIP: Eyrie Point, high on a cliff on one of Kulo Sena’s sacred mountains. The site was once a stone and crystal quarry used by the ancient Empire of Chains - that’s one of their ruined guard towers next to it in the top pic. Today it’s the easily-defensible lair of feral griffins, descendants of Imperial war mounts. Those tall rock pillars are an excellent place to keep clutches of eggs - can you spot the nests?

I haven’t started landscaping yet, I’ve just been messing with OMSPs and things to get the nests up there, and making sure the stone pillars are where I want them to be. But I’m pleased with how it’s coming together, and I wanted to share how it looks at the moment, before it’s a highly landscaped scene that hopefully appeals to my accursed perfectionism. :)

In the lower pics, you can see it in hood view - close to one of the other lots I’m working on, Summer Falls - and also a zoomed out view of the whole terrain, which is fully decorated and waiting for me to build the homes so my sims can move back in. I’m really pleased with how it’s coming together!

[zeldas-hair-pins]

Sketch I need to clean up

It’s my first time drawing LU Wild, I love his hair and can’t wait to actually finish this

[zhakyria]

I am slowly working on my Arclight Project, which is a sci-fi setting I've been worldbuilding for several years now. I needed a twi'lek-like species for Xhai'tan, Khal'ryn, and the other members of their family. Since Arclight is not set in Star Wars anymore. Does this species have a name? Not yet. Do I know which world they are from? I think so. I'm leaning Tarkanis, a warm world of jungles and deserts.

[corvidcreative]

18 for the ask game. :)

- 18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character's pov

This may or may not be from a new incoming fic that may or may not have a lil bb vamp Luke with his daddy casually taking over an entire galaxy over Luke's puppy eyes

The near-human teeth of a fresh acolyte were feather dull compared to his own. Perhaps, he pondered, ghosting tight circles into the baby-soft hands clutched in his prosthetics absentmindedly, it would be less cruel of him to leave the child as he was, at least for the very moment. The growth of the sharper Sith fangs was painful, the days full of constantly throbbing gums only soothed by gentle rubbing and rough bites. His son would get all of these, and more, he vowed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss into the golden curls tickling his throat. It would be painful, but to see his son grow and flourish into a being the Galaxy would not be able to help but adore would be reward enough.

His musings were cut short by a minute shift in his arms, his attention once more enraptured by the radiance of the haloed star cradled in his hold. The gasping little puffs of air fluttering against his own skin resurfacing the unbridled joy he felt, each shuddering breath a sweet, pure melody to his ears. Thumping quietly against his widespread fingers, the softly fluttering heart weakening with the loss of the vital liquid. He purred reassuringly into the paling skin, planting silk-soft kisses into the fading flesh. He laid a deeper, final kiss right underneath the fragile shell of the child’s ear, softly laughing into the creamy skin when a tickled shiver shuddered through the limp body.

The sole mark on the child’s neck, the raised pinpricks pulsed happily, welcoming his fangs back into the swollen bite. He did not dare taste the nectoral scarlet again, his son far too little and paled to lose even a smidgen more.

The only accompaniment to the first surge of lava-hot venom into the slow pumping blood flowing through the child’s veins was a short, quiet gasp, barely heard over the rumble warming the Sith’s own throat. He hummed soothingly into the golden curls, releasing the fragile neck and massaging his thumb in lazy circles over the purpled mark.

[jess-the-reckless]

Nanowrimo, day 7.

Word count, risible. Everyone is eating lasagne, the official dish of NaNo because I can batch cook it, direct them to the fridge, and fuck off back to my steaming, sobbing keyboard. Have realised I am accidentally writing two separate projects that are both about city people who move to the country and discover that pastoral living can be every bit as insane and drama-filled as living in a city. I have also missed these two incompetent fools.

“Please tell me you didn’t shoot anyone?” To his lasting horror, Jason paused. He ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth in thought for far, far too long. “Not…exactly?” he said. “Oh my God.” “It’s fine. It was a whole separate thing from the cardiac arrest. Nothing to worry about.” Ange paused to slosh these words around in his head like wine. Not a good wine. More like one of those table wines where you were left wondering how the hell they’d managed to get the cat to sit on the bottle like that. “Right,” he said. “Do you ever listen to the sentences coming out of your mouth, and start screaming internally?” “Yes,” said Jason, this time without any hesitation at all. “All the time.” “Good. Well, no – not good, but hey, at least you’re self-aware. You want something to eat?”

[cloveclump]

Little charmac thing I’m working on with CSH music. repost from tictok lol

[romulusfuckingroy]

I CAN do art I CAN paint I just need to remember that sometimes 😭

[dedusmuln]

working on it….!

[blackvelvetofnight]

what if I was working on a self portrait. as a treat

[mxanigel]

With the burst of Loghain love on my dash, I'm selfishly going to drop some very drafty words for him and Ria Hawke. I was going to wait, but hey, this is my blog and I can post what I want when I want, right? Right??

*****

Ria’s hair falls loose from its confines and cascades down her back. She begins to collect it with one hand, freezing mid-motion when a soft pressure brushes her neck from behind. Loghain’s lips. She tries not to tremble, afraid of sending the wrong message.

His palms gently cup her hips as his mouth gingerly explores the limited exposed skin above the neckline of her formalwear. For the first time, she wishes she wore one of the revealing dresses she’s seen around the ball tonight. In this situation, he likely wouldn’t object to Orlesian fashion. She can’t suppress a small moan of pleasure.

The tender sensation she adores suddenly vanishes. She turns around.

Loghain gazes at her with a horrified expression. He appears ready to speak but ultimately remains silent.

“I enjoyed that,” she murmurs.

“I noticed.”

“Is that why you stopped?”

A pause. “Yes.”

“Did you not enjoy it?”

“No… I did.”

“And that’s another reason you stopped?”

He slowly nods.

A jumble of responses fight for purchase in her mind. She longs for his touch with an intensity she’s never felt before. But whatever drives his hesitation isn’t something she can readily cure with words. Nor is she arrogant enough to claim she knows enough about him to understand the scope of why he’s holding back. She takes his hand. “Loghain, I chose you as you are. And I will continue choosing you.”

His eyes widen.

“My door will be open to you tonight for whatever you want. Or need. If you decide that now is not the right time, that decision won’t make me stop choosing you.”

“You are a wonder, Ria Hawke.”

She raises his hand to her lips. “As are you.”

He appears ready to protest, yet no words emerge. Then he crushes her into an embrace. “You are a wonder.” His voice is brimming with emotion.

She just nods against his shoulder, not trusting herself to speak.

He steps away. “I will carefully consider this.”

Ria has to smile. “I expected nothing less.”

[zhakyria]

Country Roads WIP part 1

I did warn yall. The western/cowboy au is becoming a reality. :D

Cody shielded his eyes from the glare of the hot Lysatran sun. It sat low behind the small space port, throwing the two people approaching him in silhouette. He’d only been expecting one, the new core world teacher. 

The sun finally sunk below the horizon as the two walked up to his wagon and he could make out their features. The taller of the two had blue skin, not unlike a Pantoran, but he was definitely not one given his bright red eyes. He didn’t wear a uniform, but he held himself like someone accustomed to military service. The other man was human with sandy hair and eyes the color of storm clouds. He did wear a Republic uniform which hung open to the waist. They both carried republic issued duffels. 

“Are you our ride, Sheriff?” The human asked. He spoke with a light wild space accent, that probably made him the son of one of the locals back for shore leave.

Cody settled his hat back onto his head. “I am, if you’re headed to Cimarron.” He eyed the men. “Which one of you is our new teacher?” 

“I greet you, Sheriff. I’m Mitth’raw’nuruodo, the new teacher.” The taller one bowed slightly and Cody cocked an eyebrow up at the formality.

“Word of warning, you might want to drop the formality. People ‘round here are pretty friendly but most don’t care for what they might consider pretentious core worlders.” 

“I see.”

“Tried to warn ya. I’m Anton.” The other man held out his hand to Cody, who shook it. He had a strong grip but there was no challenge behind it. “It’s good to be home.” Anton smiled broadly and dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re a local then?”

 “Used to be.” 

Anton threw his duffel into the back unceremoniously before climbing in after it. Mitth’raw’nuruodo followed suit, but he set his bags into the back of the wagon instead of throwing them, before climbing onto the seat beside Cody.