#wip: godforsaken

[thecosmicsailor]

Let the past change you, let the future live through you. Take the reins and find the road ahead.

[wingedcatastrophe]

Mortals believe themselves to be created in the image of the gods. In truth, the gods were born from their image, flaws and all.

Genre: adult high fantasy

POV: third person limited

Status: drafting

Content Warnings: death, violence, war, religious themes

Arcturus, god of war, is highly worshiped in the kingdom of his birth, a kingdom constantly defending itself from its larger neighbors. He should be happy with the lot he has been giving in life for he knows he holds a grand station. Arcturus, god of war, craves a life he has never known. A life where he is looked to in moments of peace, in love, in kindness. He has long since tired of the bloodshed that follows in his footsteps. Arcturus does not know if it is possible to change his station, but he knows he must try. His future must surely contain more than violence and death.

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@maddstermind @wildswrites

[verathena14]

you guys aint READY!!!! ive got the tweening curves now!!!!

[not-sewell]

just hopping by to say that one day im going to be able to get over myself and sit and see through the mona x nate drabble that has been sitting in my google docs for 2 years

[inquisimer]

thought of a word that has been eluding me for literally months today, +500xp

[xjeanmoreaux]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @housewifebuck @spotsandsocks @lover-of-mine @devirnis @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves @diazblunt @wikiangela @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck

Muah! Thank you, I love you all 💖

Here's some of the paint sex fic which uhhhh has no paint sex as of yet (the wicked wicked plot beast has grabbed a hold of me so who knows what all will happen before i get to the reason i actually started this fic)

Control has always been important to Eddie, something he has focused intently on, something he has curled himself around and embedded so deep within the core of his body and soul that he was able to convince himself that it was natural, just a part of him, something innate and intrinsic and unchangeable, all so he could cope with the circumstances of his life which continuously spiraled out of control and left him drowning drowning drowning as he desperately tried to fight the rip tide he somehow always got caught up in.  Whirlwind, magical, fast romance with Shannon. Kids masquerading as parents. Afghanistan. Barrage of war and wounds and fighting fighting fighting and bleeding and dying and helpless helpless helpless against it all.

Turning into his father–distant, absent, locked up so tight no one can get in. His hands too unknown and ruined for his son to feel comfortable in them. Marriage wrecked and destroyed by gritted teeth and frozen words and soul-deep pain and a growing chasm no one could reach over. Losing the woman he loved and who used to be his best friend not once but twice.

Death in all its forms–water, fire, metal. More fighting, for his life and others. Another best friend, lost to him over and over again but always returned, always found, always still there. Panic and fear and hurt bubbling beneath his skin and pushed down by fingers slippery with blood but all of it ultimately unleashed, the wounds inside transferred to painted plaster.

Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @bigfootsmom @paranoidbean @transbuck @transboybuckley @sibylsleaves @folk-fae @fleurdebeton @betty-boom @monsterrae1 @buddierights @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @rogerzsteven @butchdiaz @bucks118 @shitouttabuck @oliverstaark @911onabc @messyhairdiaz @ebdaydreamer @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @bekkachaos @buck2eddie and anyone else who wants to share!

[cheriboms]

doctober day 12: train tracks

fact: their favorite bedtime story is 'how mom, dad, and clint eastwood stole a locomotive and saved the space time continuum'. source: dude trust me

[foundress0fnothing]

WIP Wednesday

From the next chapter of and kisses are a better fate than wisdom. I worked out who gets tied up (!) so the chapter is finally starting to come together.

Nesta stared at the red handkerchief on the table.

It was still exactly where the red knight—where Cassian—had dropped it, and that’s where it would remain for the joust. She was certain of it.

Because, yes, maybe her stomach was still fluttering in a way that she did not approve of, and maybe her throat still felt a little choked at how easily he accepted her challenge as if was nothing to him, and maybe she could still feel the burn of his hazel eyes where they had flicked over her body. 

But she had standards. Even if everyone else in their group had already abandoned theirs.

She looked over at the other women, all of whom were staring out at the knights with eye-rollingly wistful looks as they watched them distribute favors in their respective colored-coded sections. She scoffed quietly.

Feyre had been locked in some sort of staring contest with the king, but she turned to Nesta at the sound. “Well? Aren’t you going to pick it up?” 

“Why would I?”

“It seems like the thing to do.” Feyre gestured toward the rest of the arena seats where a handful of patrons were waving their now-bestowed tokens in the air. The knights had joined Cassian near the dais again as they prepared to start the show.

“Play along, Nesta,” Elain admonished teasingly. She had donned the red paper crown that had been waiting for them on their tables at some point—probably when Cassian had brought over his favor—and it looked unfairly chic as she smiled and took a sip of the goblet-sized “The Oracle” cocktail she had ordered.

“Yeah, Nesta. Be grateful you don’t have to share your hot knight with some blonde bitch,” Emerie said, pouting in the direction of a woman with hair so blonde it was nearly white who was proudly waving a green handkerchief in the air as she laughed at something the man sitting next to her said.  

“Your knight is also some blonde bitch. I think you’ll be alright.” Nesta rolled her eyes.

“Well, I think you need to be nicer to my future wife.”

Nesta shook her head and leaned in to talk to everyone. “If any of you even thinks about settling down with one of the assholes in this show tonight, we will no longer be friends. You’ll be dead to me. I don’t want to have to think about this trashy renaissance fair knockoff for any longer than it takes to make it through this show.”

“Famous last words, Nes,” Gwyn hummed.

[kozu-sho]

my multiple month long return to drop w.i.p oc art. i must feed the people

[fearandhatred]

reading through my very old unpublished stony wips for the first time in years and oh my god. WHY WOULD I WRITE THIS

[cassiesboy]

it's crazy it's been three years since i started getting into supernatural. i haven't had the time to invest in making fan things in a very long time and i do miss it a lot, but i also miss the people i used to keep up with (in a very loose sense, like just having your personal posts hit my feed on a regular basis even if we didn't talk) over here. what have u all been up to?? how r u?? leave a comment if u want im gonna do a mini life update in the tags

[thecosmicsailor]

You order a sangria at a bar and the bartender hands you this. What’s your next move

[kedreeva]

TFP please!!

HI AGAIN FINALLY!!!

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Sticks snapped to Osker’s side, and without thinking, Osker turned and grabbed for the barrel of Kai’s rifle. Gunfire cracked right through the heart of the snarls, but the shot missed their makers.

“What the hell, Osker?” Kai said at the same time as Osker said: “Don’t shoot, look.”

[astranauticus]

wip

orv + otome dissection

[wingedknightrose]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @lucien-lachance

guess who's trying to map the demon castle! that's right! it's me!

can't know what shecanery people in the city are dealing with if I don't know what the part of the city they're in is built over, after all

this endeavor is a lot harder than it sounds because the maps the games give you are terrible. goddamn awful man. 1 has a wonky perspective that makes it hard to tell if things are behind each other or not, MoF looks at it from the side so you get no sense of horizontal spacing, and the less we talk about the abominations in 2 the less I will start frothing at the mouth in sheer fury

[txmxkis]

can someone tell my perfectionism to take a fucking backseat