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[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[i-may-be-an-emu]

autism diagnosis? I mean I keep a list of a british improv groups improvised plays in my pocket and read it out loud when I’m having a Problem and it fixes me instantly. so.

[neproxrezi]

29 layers into an armored core six emblem / decal for a new idea (ignore the big selection box bisecting it) i was writing a short story about my take on the protagonist and realised if i was describing combat i'd need to give her a mech, sooo i came up with a build that was enjoyable to write scenes with and now i'm decorating it and making sure it can comfortably do the fights i need to describe

i am deeply, profoundly normal about ac6

[year2000electronics]

[delta-piscium]

Make Me Write!

tagged by @starryeyedjanai @scoops-stevie and @matchingbatbites thank you so much <3 (this is actually so needed)

Rules:

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

Tag anyone you think might also enjoy this game. (No pressure of course)

Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote. If it gets more votes than your comfortable with, feel free to swap it to words.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of a chapter, move to the WIP with the second highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to your original poll or attached it to a reblog.

i know so many people have already done this and been tagged but you can just use it as an excuse do it again (if you want, no pressure as always) so tagging: @sidekick-hero @wynnyfryd @ghost--enthusiast @outpastthebrakers @strangersatellites @stobinesque @corrodedbisexual @willowworkswithwords @scarcrossdlvrs @steves-strapcollection

[shukakumoodboard]

hello i’ve decided it’s wip wednesday whatever so here’s some draft from a fic i haven’t advertised anywhere but discord <3

text below the cut!

Cut straight down the centre of his back is a massive, ridged scar which ladders his spine, a valley carved in faded bronze eternal testament to Gaara’s cruelty, Lee’s determination, and Tsunade’s medical skill. Newer, smaller scars cross it; a burn from a narrowly missed jutsu, a sword strike, multiple thin white kunai scores which trail like the tails of comets across an afternoon sky. Scattered between these healed injuries are the remnants of combat and training: bruises linger in faded purples, blues, greens, and yellows that nearly vanish in the dim orange light. Lee thinks this perpetual catalogue of injuries is ugly, but to Gaara, he looks like a nebula in motion.

This is where Gaara begins. A thin stream of oil arcs from the glass to Lee’s skin, pools in the divots of his hips, gleams at the small of his back. Once body-warm and glossy his hands move to spread it, a golden sheen unfurling all across Lee’s damaged topography. At his touch, all Lee’s muted colours transform, brilliance revealed in every wound he insists to Gaara is unsightly. Pink whorls of scar tissue form tourmaline gems polished to a radiant shine; cloudy blue bruises shimmer like storm clouds reflected in a mirror-smooth pond. Lee himself sighs in relief as Gaara pulls tension from the carbon fibre he calls muscles, melting against the sheets with his eyes closed and lips parted. Faint noises slip between them when Gaara digs his fingers into the knots tying up his shoulders.

[drlamp-and-other-polyships]

OMFG THAT NEW EPISODE! <3

They really went all out. There was so much music and somehow none of them missed at all.

And Ozzie is probably my new favorite character??? Just, way to stand up for your partner!

And I love that it's established that things are cool between them and Blitz now. That little smile when Blitz shot the creep humping Fizz's leg? Precious.

Also, sign language?!?! Fuck yes!!

I could go on and on, I just loved it so much <3

[encrucijada]

re: post i just reblogged. maybe thinking of keep staring as a duology will make it less scary

[apairofpants]

honestly getting tired of the lack of plot with AUAU

fallen human tropes really puts you in a box

been dabbling with a 3rd fic that gives me a lot of freedom

but im not going to abandon another fic and i wanna finish it just so there's not another discontinued ut!sansxreader

posts might slow down on AUAU but let me know if you want this other fic

[cullthedeer]

🐦🦚🦃🕊️🦜

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

Truly delighted to announce that of my three wips i have exactly zero truly sweet romantic moments with no underlying implications to share. this is the closest i can get though

Over the distant lake, terns glide in billowing swarms, black and shimmering against the blood-red breadth of the sun. Thirty or fourty, Quinn estimated in the afternoon, tip of a pen pressed into his lower lip pensively. Jack had accompanied him on the boat, sprawled on the deck, warm under the oppressive Michigan sun; watched Quinn's careful positioning, the patience with the camera, and then the painstaking counting of the birds over all the photographs when they were lying in bed, in the near-dark of the drawn curtains.

🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc--if you're not comfortable with this one specify in the tags!)

Jack tenses and shakes when Quinn brings a hand to his nape, slowly unwound with each thrust but still keeping this guard up, like this is a part of him Quinn doesn't get to feel anymore. His own hands twitch and pull at the bedding, twist in a trembling fist when Quinn fucks in deep. Quiet uh-uh-uhs tumbling out of his wet open mouth with his spit. Even like this he sounds like he's crying. Quinn kisses the edges of his spine, squeezes his sides, pets his shuddery ribs. Some shameful far cry of an apology.

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

This is the reality where he watches birds in the lonely mornings, the singular mornings; where they publish his book and praise his unusual prose, the slight absurdism, the tales of monsters and evil men weaved into a story that's meant to be ground in scientific theory. The clock doesn't tick childhood away: it slips from him like a river. He dabbles in cliché sentimentalism that never bleeds into saccharine. There's a dog in the backyard. He calls Quinn from time to time, just to hear him speak. Maybe he cries himself to sleep once or twice. Maybe he misses the old house. And then he hauls himself to the shoreline—he would choose a place near water, of course—and counts terns, geese, adventurous finches.

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

please refer to romantic quote commentary... however :

Quinn presses into the bruise, fingers first while he stretches Jack's arm out, then mouth, then tongue. The muscle jumps under his lips as Jack makes a weird strangled noise.

"What," Jack exhales. He throws his head back, mouth open, eyes closed. His face is red. "You're so weird," like he's making any attempt at stopping Quinn at all.

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

By fifteen, Jack knew this would be the way they'd die. Not so much of a fatalist as a clairvoyant, well-taught half-bird of a boy, path-seer, flyways carved by elders. Swifts, called up above the world by a voice no one else ever heard, look up at God, his one thousand eyes, wink and wink until something winks back. Some things never know any more will than their strange rituals. The life he'd mapped out for them hazed and shifted the first time Quinn slipped in his bed. There's not much to escape to once you know what sticking your dick in a sibling feels like.

[rgbfall]

Been watching rc9gn and I so badly wanna make an au/fic where the previous ninja aren't mind-wiped and instead mentor the new ones

[eqt-95]

Your new fic is delightful and I am loving it.

when I left a comment I noticed I’m right after the infamous Amy (guest) that I’ve never had an encounter with since I keep my comments locked to signed in users, and whoa is that some passionate defense/attack of fictional characters that goes beyond the excepted fan engagement so just wow.

So glad you dig it! It's been a blast to write, and I'm already chomping away at the final two chapters.

This is my first Amy! Wowsers, I've heard about the comments but reading them is a totally different experience. So many vibes. So much mood. So very grrr.

[djinnandtea]

okay I started my writing group today and wrote 763 words of the novel I'm aiming to draft.

it's not much but.....it's something!

[nullapophenia]

sorry i made more

[starlightrise]

hi my new years resolution (not really) is to post more art and it turns out if i leave things in my files long enough i start to dislike it so here's some random sketches related to the story im working on

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Old habits | Resisted (2015)

Feeling sad tonight, so here’s an excerpt from wayyy back in the archives I laughed at that illustrates that Harrison (the waffle wielder) has not changed at all since 2015.

Also, this reads like it was copied right out of Seventh Virtue—will I add this back in? YES.

Book 3 of Fostered. 13-year-old Rachel. Circa 2015.