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FWIP! FRIDAY.

Put the spider man jammies and silly string away we aren't playing superheroes (yet)

I was tagged by @seaglassmelody and @basedonconjecture recently (thank you!) and I managed to get some letters spilled onto a page today! I also managed to sneak in @davrinsleftpectoral's Word with Friends, susurration! Thank you for the tag as well!

I will pass on gentle tags to @muqington @becausedragonage @introvertedfangrl and @the-sparrohawk!

So--

This comes from Two Rooks after Radas gets pulled into the Regret Prison. I'm tweaking the way the prison works from In-Game version because of Drama and thematics.

So the prison is a little more antagonistic. But something comes to help Radas break out of the initial room's enchantment!

It's rough, and subject to change as all WIPs are, but it's progress!

He’s startled when he feels an impact with the ground. His eyes open and scrambles to his feet, looking around in shock. There had been a name, just on the edge of his consciousness, the taste of it was still on his tongue. But it was fading, as all dreams do.

Something prickles at the back of his mind, but he can't focus on that right now. He walks slowly through the dark, looking around at the trees surrounding him. The woods are eerily quiet as he steps back towards where the camp should be.

“Mamae? Lethallen!” He frowns, blinking in curiosity. His voice sounded too deep. Like someone else's. Radas pushes forward, but stumbles. Boots? Why was he wearing shoes?They were too big, as well. No wonder he fell. Quickly discarding the things to the side of the trail he gasps in surprise to see them disappear into the darkness, tumbling down and away between trees as if there was no ground.

A sense of dread overtakes him and he scrambles over the roots ahead of him quickly, trying to get home. The elf calls for his mother again, and his father. His friends. There was another name, still fluttering just out of reach, that his tongue remembered but couldn't sound out.

A blue streak lights up the trees in the distance behind him. Radas scurries faster, afraid to be caught either by the shadows beneath or the light weaving its way through the forest. At last he breaks through into the clearing, the familiar sight of Aravels and elves milling about or completing their chores.

He laughs with relief and trots to his family's wagon. Direna has her head down working on a basket when Radas arrives, laughing.

“Ma, there is something in–” He tries taking her arm in a bid for urgency, but nearly falls when his hand passes through her. “What? Ma!”

He reaches again, trying to take her hand this time and finds himself passing through again. And again.

“No… no, no, no–! Anyone?”

The panicked elf scrambles to the neighboring wagon, putting a hand on the working elder’s back to announce his presence. His hand fades through as if he was just a dream.

Something about this is wrong. More wrong than it already was. That's when he notices. Everyone has the same filmed over, lifeless eyes. Like when you come across a predator’s kill in the forest.

Clothes are ripped, bloody gashes torn into the front of every person here. Violent red showing through the tatters of claw-torn clothing. Radas sobs and clamps shut tear-filled eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.

A flutter of feathers announces an arrival; the sound joining the susurration of the lightly swaying canvas sails. Another sob wracks Radas, and he opens his eyes to find a magpie, glowing blue in the gloom, perched on his aravel looking down at him. It caws, peering at him.

It clicks its beak and hops to a lower perch.

“Radas.” The bird croons in a familiar-but-not voice, somehow rolling the R sound.

Radas stares.

“How do you know my name?” He raises an eyebrow before continuing. “Do I… know you? What happened to my family? Why can't anyone see me?” The panic seeps back into his voice, beating out the curiosity.

In a flash of iridescent blue feathers, the bird alights on Radas’ shoulder, pecking gently at his ear, and the small, gold bird earring settled there.

“Hey– that tickles!” Radas laughs softly, despite everything. Wait. This was wrong. He wasn't a child. This was a memory; albeit twisted for maximum horror and pain. When he was trapped as a child he never saw them like this, wounded and torn apart. Someone was trying to hurt him more.

Solas. The name returns to his mind with a flash of anger.

He looks to the bird on his shoulder, who shuffles from foot to foot playfully.

“You have a crow with you, Radas. I won’t let anything happen to you.” It speaks in someone else's voice again.

Nico.

[ksbbb]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Season 5

Can I talk to you?” Liam asks, stopping short of the doorway and doubting whether he should say something and if he’s accurate enough to make a good point because it’s always a mystery figuring out what Theo means. If he is being honest that is.

The ever present question of doubt and uncertainty about Theo’s intentions with the McCall pack clouds his mind daily.

“Yeah.” Theo smiles, spins his chair around and easily gets a smile from Liam, who’s still trying to have one foot in and one foot out of both packs.

It’s impossible and he knows that, but he’s on the fence about what to do next and if he’s ready for all of the backlash he’s been avoiding since the night they saved Mason.

“An unnamed individual who would like to remain anonymous said you always have a plan. Like Scott and Stiles plan B that they always over plan in case something goes wrong.” Liam stops himself from saying any more damning statements that might give away the person he spoke to, knowing something always goes wrong.

Theo would know that. He grew up with Scott and Stiles at one point. So what went wrong with Theo’s plan and what was the backup?

“Yeah. Things go wrong”. Theo confirms, not grasping the underlying problem and the implied intent of Liam’s statement, but is Theo not grasping it or is he pretending not to for the sake of getting out of something? Liam’s not so sure anymore.

“Right.” Liam nods, at standstill on if he should probe more. Was he the backup or is there another scenario that is coming that he never considered and has to fix before Theo goes back to being Theo.

Tagging @thiamsxbitch and cheating for the next wip tag she sent in before 😂

[the-blind-assassin-12]

WIPS ON WIPS ON WIPS

So... over the last week or three, I've been tagged *checks notes* NINE (9) times in various wip posts, and I responded to *checks notes unnecessarily* NONE (0) of them. 🤦🏻‍♀️I am so sorry to everyone who tagged me for not responding sooner, I very much appreciate the tags and the interest/support. My brain has been down the drain for a while, so I've not really had anything worth sharing. BUT! I'm fixing that right here, right now, because better one to three weeks late than never, right?

Last Line Tags:

1- @something-tofightfor tagged me after sharing an upcoming part of Fool's Gold (which I have been LUCKY enough to read a few parts ahead on, and let me tell you guys, we're all in for a TREAT with this story), specifically looking for Jack or Marcus snippets. So let's go with the cowboy, shall we?

“I read you, Jack.” You waited a beat, heart slamming at your ribcage as you stared at the back of his seat in front of you. “Everything alright?” Well that’s a dumb question that I already know the answer to.  He let out a small humorless laugh that sounded far too flat to come from the man you knew. “Oh, just peachy.” You winced, closing your eyes and focusing on his voice. “Listen, I know Champ and Ginger want you to stick with me on this one. But I…” He swore under his breath. “I need you to stay with the Pony when we land. Can you promise me that?”  What? Your eyes flew open, brow creased with confusion. “That’s not…” You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jack, that would be a violation of a direct order. I can’t-”  

2- @djarins-cyare tagged me in a sneak peek of a Din story she's working on, so I figured I'd reciprocate with some tin can man of my own.

You gasped as you stepped out from the cavern, mouth dropping open and eyes going wide as you took in the sight of the open sky, illuminated by Concordia’s silvery green glow, for the first time in your life. It’s real. You took another step, chin tilted upwards as you spun in a slow circle. A tear rolled down your cheek and slipped over your lip, your tongue flicking out to lick it away. It’s… “Beautiful,” you whispered. 

3- @oonajaeadira tagged me when she shared a snippet of Leave Off Your Wandering, which I cannot wait to catch up with because I adore that story so so much. The next thing I have cooking in my own Joel story is actually an Ellie interlude, so let's see what that girl is up to.

The faces that graced the pages of her notebook were all familiar ones, all people that mattered, all people that she loved. Working cameras were scarce in Jackson, and finding film for them wasn’t exactly easy either. But even if she could indiscriminately snap photos of everyone she cared about, she’d still opt to sketch them instead. To her it was a labor of love, capturing their features as she saw them through her eyes, using her own hand to create each likeness.  Joel on the porch steps with his guitar. Dina smirking with her arms crossed. Jesse with his teasing grin. There was a sketch of her and Kat from when they were together that still made Ellie smile even though they’d decided to go back to being friends. She’d even drawn scenes and images of things she’d seen around town or out on patrols. There was a whole page in one of her earlier books dedicated to her birthday trip to the Wyoming Museum of Science and History, including a side by side comparison of Tommy and the thick-skulled dinosaur that Joel swore was the spitting image of his brother. 

4- @burntheedges spoiled us by sharing TWO snippets - one of Girl Dad Frankie and one of Ballet AU Din (which I am very interested in, btw) and since I already shared some Din, let's see what I have for Francisco. (this is from a very nebulous wip for a Dog Rescue AU)

Standing from his desk and crossing his arms loosely over his chest, Frankie shifted his weight to one leg and called over his shoulder. “Hey, Ben?”  “Yeah?” The other man’s footsteps grew closer until he was standing in the doorway, one hand leaning on the frame. “You need somethin’? What’s- oh.” Frankie moved aside so Benny could see what - and who - he was looking at. “Well I’ll be goddamned.” The grin he wore was audible, causing Frankie to roll his eyes. Cocky little shit. “Guess I was right. She came back.”  “Yeah,” he said, letting out a small huff that was just as much astonishment as it was amusement. She sure did. He watched as you finished parking in the same spot you’d pulled into two days earlier, directly next to his truck, and then pulled a box out of the back seat. 

5- @stealyourblorbos tagged me in some wip drawings of Miguel O'Hara - a character who I only know through and because of her stunning artwork of him - and what I know I like very much. Gonna be *vague* here and post a couple bullet points from notes of something foolish I'm working on:

You’re co-starring in an action movie with Dieter. It’s your first time working together, but you get along really well and have instant chemistry. 

You’ve already filmed ⅓ of the movie - including a pretty hot sex scene - and now you’re working on scenes involving stunts and SFX.

Out Of Context Line Tags:

6- @littlemisspascal tagged me and shared a mystery snippet, so here I come with a mystery of my own. (this is fun. it's like tossing a confusion grenade and running away laughing.)

Normally, this was where he would veer away from the truth or else avoid it by changing the topic. It was a defense mechanism, putting up fences so tall he couldn’t be seen. In his mind, there was no point in delving into such deep character analysis. Not when the expiration date was already stamped on whatever skeletal relationship he was in with the mere asking of such a personal question

7- @burntheedges tagged me again but this time with no context. So I trade you one secret for another, Kate!

Despite the fact that you hadn’t fallen asleep until well after two in the morning, you were wide awake before sunrise the following day. For a moment, when you first blinked your eyes open, you thought - hoped - that it had all been a very vivid dream.

8- @keldabe-kriff came in hot with something that I truly have no context for, so in that vein, here you go.

“I can’t fucking believe it, Joel.” She plopped down on the seat beside him, drawing one leg up and resting it over his thigh. Hands coming up to the sides of her face, she blew out a breath that broke into a laugh. “Two offers? I-”  She laughed again, stopping only when he reached over to encircle one of her wrists with his fingers, pulling it down and away from her face. “I can.”

9- @rulexofxnines tagged me and shared a moodboard for an upcoming fic, and while I don't have a moodboard, here's the main inspo picture for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May server challenge that I've been fiddling with:

THANK YOU AGAIN TO EVERYONE WHO TAGGED ME!!! I promise I am digging myself out of this deep funk and things are going to start moving again!!

[recorded-anew]

i made this So quickly after seeing tags @teamfortresstwo left on a post about NotJon. I don't even know what to say. It's perfect.

Tags under cut

also yes tim and martin do look weird here, im working on making my assistants look a bit more unique compared to how I draw their canon counterparts.

[downtoithaca]

WIPS TAG LIST

Novels:

#LR

Gothic Historical Horror set in Victorian Edinburgh ft. mushrooms, cults, the cutting edge of medical science, spooky manors and bodysnatchers.

#MB

Historical Literary Fiction set in '90s Moscow, ft. unhinged lesbians, murder, family, anticapitalism, meditations on the nature of change.

#TOS

'Literary' Sci-Fi ft. five short stories and a novella in second person under one hat. A 'romance' in the sense that your position in space is a relationship.

#WL

Sports Thriller ft. Murder, a mystery, competitive friendships and missed loves in both senses of the word

#TST

Epic Heist Fantasy ft. a billion POVs including queer and trans characters, pirates, spies, thieves and empresses (and surprisingly not the kitchen sink)

[atinymexicanbird]

Ark siblings in all universes 🪐

[riviclouds]

it's giving princess celestia

[t0mies-drawings]

Pinned Post WEEEEEEEEEEE

Hey there! Name's Tomie, you may know me from @t0mies-b0dy. Well, this is my art account! I'll end up posting my art here, as well as any ocs or adopts I get! This is just a repository for my stuff, but who knows, maybe it'll become something more!

links coming soon BUT!!

Tagging System

Boundaries/DNI

Before You Follow

Other Blogs!!

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I was peer pressured tagged by @mythals-whore (thanks!)

Have some Irini!

I'll tag... @introvertedfangrl and @kindlyfeline and @the-sparrohawk if you want

Lol I just realized after pasting my section my tenses change in a couple places. Oops. We'll fix it later.

Minutes of searching pass uneventfully. Rummaging through some shelves and pushing them aside to check for trap doors, Irini growls in frustration to find nothing, again. Lucanis’ search upstairs was either going just as fruitlessly, or horrifyingly better; she can hear a faint ‘Mierde’ from above. She puts her hand to her healed side again, wondering how Ashur’s search was going. The mage hadn’t entered her line of sight during their sweep.

She could tell, vaguely, where he was, by the traces of the blight in him.

The warden froze. That was it. The venatori were using both blight and darkspawn. Whatever secret tunnels they used to move around the city, before they had had control and simply marched through the streets openly, would be strongly tainted.

It was harder, to tune into it purposefully, against the backdrop of the blighted city. Her own disgust at her state of being didn’t help. The whispers at the back of her mind grew louder as she looked inwards at the blight seething, suspended, within her; Finding the feeling of it, and reaching out to find its like in the immediate area.

She couldn’t listen or sense it as clearly as Antoine; she didn’t have that ‘gift’. Her blight sense wasn’t anything special, but more than one of her fellow wardens marveled at the physical strength the Joining had given her. Armored feet clicked against the floor as she drifted along, following the feeling of oddly road-like patterns in the blight below. She shoves a crate aside. There, an entrance. Irini grins to herself to have found it before Ashur. She whistles, a sharp, loud call that carries throughout the open room.

[blabberoo]

crazzyyyyy... im actually going nuts with this hhhh bill you broke my hand

full roughs and audio in kofi :)

[lemonwrap]

[recorded-anew]

Michael Keay Joins the blog!

(Two versions so it's easier to see)

Here is everyone's favorite book burner turned book! Michael is the son of Jurgen Keay, and he started burning books in an attempt to keep his dad safe from the Lietners he was trying to collect. (thanks to @thecatchat for the great idea!) As you can see from the tattoo on his neck, Michael does have various tattoos all over his body to repentant the 14 fears, from his fathers insistence. Jurgen seemed to believe that if *every* fear wanted to claim you, none of them could. Michael didn't believe that, but he got the tattoos for his father. Now, Michael is a ghost in the skin book. He wants to believe things will get better, he *has* to. If no one can try, he will. Even in death, he tries to do what he can, even if the hunters he's with are... Frustrating.

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[boo-gutzz]

Some wild life cuties!! I love them so much

Bonus personalised Triviabots!

[a-library-ghost]

“But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

[sennedjem]

COLLAR IS DONE AAHHHH, so I had to do a side by side with the game model!

Almost 50 hours of actual embroidery, plus roughly another 10 for the border stitching details, all done by hand. Whew! But look at it, I’m so damn proud!

I hadn’t initially planned on lining this, but now I think I will for a more finished feel. So that’s next, then sewing up the sleeves/sides, and then it’s back to embroidery hell for the hem xD And in the meantime, I need to get back to the stitching details on the trousers, because I can only do a little of that at a time before my hands start screaming at me.