#wip: rv

[handsome-edvard]

OC insights • Patron Saints

Take this quiz as your OC and share the results. I took it as my OC Afzal. He got…. 🥁

✨patron saint of bones✨

“

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

”

Snippets below cut (all mine):

⚜️The musculature that once made up Afzal heft was cut in half, leaving him lanky and gaunt — skin, bones, and tribal tattoos.

The crowd following Afzal through upper Viper’s Pit was growing. They screamed and sobbed under the partial sun, lowering to their knees and raising their arms in worship, chanting religious hymns relegated to funerals or, in this case, miracles.

“It is Al Azir,” a priestly man in pale robes yelled upfront, his bulging eyes set upon Afzal as he pointed frantically. “Al Azir the Risen, in the body of our lord: Afzal Afzalah!”

~

“Sun and rain.” Afzal smiled partly. The goddess’ presence meant he was dreaming. “Which ancestor does this celebrate?”

“Al Azir Afzalah,” Sonanga replied. “Are you familiar with him?”

“Al Azir the Risen, who was believed dead twice, was witnessed to have survived three fatal injuries and was resuscitated four times from poisoning. Aye,” Afzal settled his attention beyond Sonanga, “my lord father beat his preposterous life story to my memory.”

The man lowered to one knee and poured a cup. “It is a hot day, my saint lord,” he said reverently. “Just drawn this fresh from the well.”

“Thank you.” Afzal gave the man a grateful nod and drank. “How is the mood of the people?”

“Well, my lord,” said the man, “and we are grateful daily for your return.”

“Indeed, my return hath stirred the hearts of many. What sentiments on the brewing war?”

The man smiled grimly, the wrinkles across his tan face deepening. “With Al Azir on our side, my lord, we the people fear nothing. The soldiers shall take heart.”

~

Ser Ridwan turned his head toward Afzal. “The afternoon guard has been dispatched. I could come with you now, if you’d like.”

“In a bit, cousin,” Afzal said. “I want some time to breathe. There is no training for being taken for a revived saint and I must say, the perpetual staring takes getting used to.”

“Now you know what it’s like to be me.”

Afzal grinned at his handsome cousin. A warm breeze caressed his face. “Well, you never were very modest. Besides, the women who fawn over you are wasting their time.”

“Now, my brother is different.” Jibr’il Angel set his dark grey eyes upon Afzal. “The Lord of Viper’s Pit is a man of action. Listen to the ballads they sing of him. Was it not him who vowed to rid Mouzares of its deadly plague?”

“Aye,” the knights chorused proudly.

“Was it not him traveling to the most wretched parts of our kingdom, facing death itself and entering the mouth of hell, for his people to live free of dark magic?”

“Aye.”

“And was it not him,” Jibr’il Angel preached to the point his voice rose, “who was deemed and declared dead in the North, taken by the elements and the creatures of the night, who returned — en chair et en os! — like Al Azir the Risen?”

“Aye!”

[clumsypuppy]

im so predictable

[vampirade]

i'm normal (wip)

[fablepatron]

Here’s spaghetti romance wip. For the soul

[st7arlight]

working on my designs for these two again

(3/3 sketches ill deal with later)

[morganski-19]

Sometime after Season 3 *Dustin going to get the front seat but Robin pushes him out of the way Robin: I get the front seat Dustin: Steve Steve: She gets the front seat, Dustin Dustin: Why can't I have the front seat Robin: Because of my motion sickness Steve: *following* Because of her motion sickness Dustin: *grumbling while getting into the backseat* Steve: *whispering to Robin* Do you even have motion sickness Robin: Nope

[hercarisntyours]

[red velvet - the red] 2015

[revenantlore]

. WIP introduction .

a neon bloodlust spin-off / sequel

In the shadowy outskirts of Nocturna City, Vega Esperon earns his living by sentencing people to an early grave. His latest assignment from the syndicate narrows a target over the head of Prism Nightingale, the owner of Club Bloodlust and leader of the vampire coven nesting within its walls.

Vega is quick to discover that he is not alone in his pursuit of Prism: 86, a rival hitman with a cybernetic arm and fragmented memories, is always one step ahead, complicating Vega’s mission and temporarily redirecting his mark to 86.

Whatever it takes to keep Prism his.

Their rivalry takes an unexpected turn when they learn Prism is seeking the location of a technological artifact known only as The Ruby, an item said to contain the power to amplify Prism’s hypnotic abilities and potential to enslave both vampires and humans.

Faced with a common enemy and the looming threat of The Ruby falling into the wrong—or any—hands, Vega and 86 form a reluctant alliance. Together, they embark on a perilous espionage to infiltrate Club Bloodlust, navigate its bloodthirsty thralls, and uncover the truth behind The Ruby’s location.

As they navigate the perilous world of vampires and technology, Vega and 86 find themselves drawn to each other in unexpected ways, but will it withstand the challenges ahead once The Ruby is secured and their focus returns to eliminating Prism?

[more details on vega and 86 to come]

@winterandwords and @indecentpause probably want to know about this

[gen4grl]

from artistic mental breakdown to 5 wips simultaneously lmao

[omgpurplefattie]

WIP Wednesday

(Next chapter from my Star Trek AU -- Su Xiayong hitched a ride with the RV Lianhua Lou.)

Li Lianhua felt like kicking Fang Duobing's ass several times a day; and he did bap him on the head with a spatula at almost every mealtime.

The young human was being mulish, ungraceful and jealous towards Su Xiayong whenever they had to meet, which was mostly in the kitchen. Whatever connection they had because of shared ancestry was completely gone. She stayed polite, but couldn't help wondering at times.

He told Xiaobao several times that he was silly and should get a grip on himself, but he always relapsed after a few hours.

So Li Lianhua was really happy when they finally reached the Vulcan system where the USS Sentinel was docked to the space station.

[bookishbrigitta]

WIP Wednesday

The spare bunk the dinette converted into was one of the Falcon’s many surprises. With the flip of a lever, the Dejarik table dropped even with the bench, and a series of small slats could slide from underneath the seats to bridge the gaps. Then it all got covered with spare cushions that lived under the seats, forming a larger place to lie down. 

The bunk was really too oddly-shaped for most guests to sleep on, but it was perfect for cozy times like these when Han strung up an old sheet from the bolts in the ceiling for the holo projector. 

Look, I made the Falcon into a freaking RV, okay? Can you guess the context for this?

[getoutsuguru]

but i think it’s kinda fun

[st7arlight]

band au lives in my mind permanently. did u know gordon plays bass and warren has owned at least two guitars. did u know that

(1/3 sketches i plan to make digital after work :3)

[ladyknight1512]

WIP Wednesday

It's that time again! I was tagged by @heartstringsduet and I have another scene from the Tarlos vampire fic, fresh off the press. I think you'll all like this one.

“What’s wrong?”

Carlos looks around slowly, his gaze passing over the white box on wheels that he doesn’t know is theirs, and TK winces. He should have told him about the RV while they were in their room. He just thought it would be easier to get through the inevitable fight if they were already checked out and couldn’t stew in it.

“Where’s the car?”

Smiling winningly, TK throws an arm out towards the RV like it’s a grand prize. “You’re looking at it.”

Carlos’s face screws up with confusion. “What do you mean?”

He drops the facade. “I traded in my SUV. The RV gives us more flexibility. We won’t have to worry about finding motels and leaving a trail of check-ins to track, and this will allow us to get off the main roads because we’ll already have accommodation. We can be more rural, which will be better for you if you want to try the animal diet. Plus, no one at the 126 knows about it so we’ll be harder to follow.”

“TK…” Carlos’s face goes carefully blank. “You sold your car?”

“I traded it in.”

“That’s basically the same thing!” For a brief second he only looks angry, but then his eyes widen with horror. “How much extra money did you spend? Did you use what your mom left you for this?”

Maybe it would have been better to have this argument in their room, instead of out here in the parking lot for everyone to see.

TK crosses his arms over his chest, the strap of his bag digging into his shoulder. “Not all of it.” There’s no point in lying; Carlos already knows the truth.

“You shouldn’t have done that. I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t be stupid.” TK turns and marches towards the RV, trusting Carlos to follow him.

“This isn’t stupid, TK! This is thousands of dollars! She would have wanted–”

TK spins to face him and they almost collide. “Don’t tell me what my mom would have wanted. She loved you, and she would hate what’s happened to you, and she would want me to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. This is what it takes and I don’t regret it. It’s just money and you’re my partner.”

Carlos’s face falls. “I just feel like you’ve thrown your whole life away for me.”

If he only knew. They’ve never even kissed and Carlos has somehow still ruined him for other men.

“It’s my life,” he says with a shrug. “I can throw it away on whatever I want.”

Carlos doesn’t look happy about that, but his silence is an acceptance, and he follows a step behind when TK heads around the side of the RV to unlock the door into the living area. He’s about to pull the door open when he remembers the other thing he probably should have told Carlos and he turns slowly back to face him.

“Sooooo… the RV is great, at least as far as RVs go, I guess. There’s just one problem.”

Carlos sighs but he braces himself. “What’s that?”

“There’s only one bed.”

Tagging: @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @ironheartwriter

[revenantlore]

ruby vendetta

His love is like a knife lodged between ribs. Painful to remove, just as dangerous to keep.

Never knowing when it might twist into an agonizing hatred.