#🦇 wip

[4steri]

WIP! - Hantengu Family AU

I still need to make Zohaku and better the sketch but i wanted to show u the progress!

[punk-o-ween]

heyyyyy hangmannnnnnnnn

[moon-my-beloved]

Wicked Game: a little snippet of the next chapter :3

“I don’t think I can do this.” You mutter nervously, clenching your sweaty palms against the fabric of your gloves for the millionth time that day as you sit in the passenger seat of Laswell’s car. You two had arrived earlier than expected and were now parked outside the house that belonged to the four men Kate had been speaking of these last couple of days. You barely caught any of it though, too busy trying to figure out why you even agreed to do this in the first place.

You had managed to grasp little bits of information from the conversation, at least important ones that Laswell could provide to you. John being the oldest of friends she had met at a London soccer game. A quirk on her lip forming as she recounts how their first conversation, more like a debate, started their friendship. They worked together, in an organization of some sort called ‘Task Force 1-4-1’ taking down bad guys as Laswell simply put it. That’s where the other three come in: Simon, Johnny, and Kyle. She had explained that they all have worked together on various missions she could not disclose but made it clear that these were people she trusted with her life.

“They’re family.” Crow's feet deepened as her eyes crinkled with the smile she wore while talking about them. You knew Laswell would never lie to you but at that moment you felt the warmth in her words with how much compassion and inclination she had for her team.

She had spared any detail of their personal lives, stating that there would be no point in meeting them if she just told you everything that she knew about these men. You’re here to get to know each other, she had said, not knowing that it was probably the last thing you wanted these four guys to accomplish.

It was really meaningless. You would just end up being a small blip in their minds once this whole ordeal is over.

“Getting cold feet on me?” An amused expression written all over her face at your troubling state. Turning off the engine and unbuckling herself, she turns her body to face you as she crosses her arms over her chest “Nervous?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you lean your elbow against the small space between the window and you, rubbing your fingers over your eyes before breaking the silence. “You know I’m not good at whatever this is,” Hand waving desperately in the air and eyes flickering towards the house and hers just to be met with a stoic face as she listens to you ramble about how you just want to go back home like you’re a spoiled child having a tantrum in the middle of a candy store. You might as well be at this point. Pressing your lips together in an attempt to stop yourself from saying too much, you sit up and look at yourself in the front view mirror. “I just don’t know what to do, Kate.”

‘You don’t want to disappoint her.’

A small chuckle can be heard from the woman along with a warm palm against your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts as you lift your head just enough to meet Kate’s sympathetic yet serious gaze.

“You won’t mess it up if that’s what you’re worried about. I know this can be.. different for you but I promise, things will go great.” A soft smile on her lips as she gives your cheek a small pat before pulling away. “Just let me do the talking and we’ll go off from there, okay? Baby steps.” She reassures you, grabbing the small bags of gifts from the backseat for you to take. “Here, you’ll be my little delivery person for today.” She says as she hops off the car and closes the door behind her.

“Shit- wait!” You give yourself a quick once-over, barely managing to catch up to Kate as you try your very best to avoid any of the small gifts from falling off your arms. “Rude.” You say when you meet Kate at the front door.

“We don’t want to keep the boys waiting with how eager they’ve been to meet my ‘mystery’ friend.” The corner of her lip twitching up into a smirk as she points at the door. “You ready?”

“Just knock.” You say. A bit harsher than you wanted it to come out as you look the other way to find anything to distract yourself from your own misery.

Rolling her eyes, Kate lifts up her hand and lands three solid knocks against the wood of the door, shoving her own hands into the warmth of her puffer jacket. You think you hear Laswell complain about how cold it is before a booming voice can be heard coming from the other side of the door followed by heavy footsteps inching closer.

You tense up, feeling like your heart is about to beat itself out of your rib cage if that’s even possible with how anxious you are.

‘Fuck. Maybe you can make a run for it.’

As if Laswell could sense what you were thinking, she grabs the hem of your coat to hold you in place before the door swings open.

[sillyvampireboi]

“I love you”. -“ Are you certain?”

The devil’s minions might be minioning in my head

@okaytosave

[deepwithintheabyss]

Ww jay/vamp Tim pls 👀👀

what is says on the tin

Jason is a werewolf and he's suffering sooo much from it

Tim is a vampire and he's doing fine (lies)

and they hate each other.

Some of it is just because of everything that happened, and some of it is just them being a werewolf and a vampire. Born to despise the other.

Knowing this, does not help.

He can feel the blood well up, spill past where the fangs press into flesh. A cold tongue laps on instinct as the blood spills forth. Feeling like ice against the heat of his skin and blood. Tim recoils again, a look of pure disgust on his face, eyes scrunched shut and fangs bared in a snarl. Jason snarls back, baring his fangs and snapping them at Tim's face in annoyance. His ears catch the faint hiss Tim lets out in response, but he's having none of that.

Werewolves also taste awful btw :3

This story is supposed to be, Jason and Tim grow closer, paralleled with Jason coming to acceptance with himself/being a werewolf

Wip List

[sn0wbat]

morten, my silly vampire son.... i just really enjoy putting them in pretty clothes

[kitwasheree]

🦇🍷 💖💕

being cute is about the attitude, even if you're centuries old ‼️

[darknoverse]

Ok working on another comic

Cuz I love angst weehee

[painted-piethon]

🚧 WIP WEDNESDAY 🚧

MEET PARAZAP 🎮⚡️

I’m still working on her name and design, I hope to post more oc content soon

[l3viat8an]

I’m an absolute slut for the troupe of helping the anti Lucifer league with a prank on Lucifer and he catches you in the act and punishes you for it like fucK it’s so hot -🦇

Nsfw content MDNI

Yesyesyes!! Like really it’s your fault for getting involved in their (Satan & Belphie’s) newest prank.

My favorite thing to imagine is Lucifer catching you, tying you up and just teasing you for hours. You  disturbed his work why should he lenient?-

Ooooor Lucifer bending you over whatever surface is nearest and fucking you absolutely stupid so all you can do is beg him for forgiveness~

[punk-o-ween]

blegh👅

[moon-my-beloved]

my first wip wednesday (oh em geee ><)

Wicked Game (some fluff and a dash of angst if you squint)

“What?” You blurt out, spoon stopping mid-bite as you look up at the woman like she just grew a second head.

Laswell winces at your response, anticipating your reaction before she even told you. “Just think about it first before you give me an answer,” she lazily states, taking a bite out of her food before continuing. “You need to get out of this cave. Explore the world as much as I hate to phrase it like that.” She says. Tone softening as she takes in your tense state. The woman knew that she was the only person (human) you had ever interacted with after being in the dark for so long. You’ve reminded her countless times how you preferred the solitude of your home and withdrew yourself from socializing despite getting a job at the town's library. You never let yourself go too far. It was an unknown rule you had set for yourself and even though you never mentioned it to her, she could see it.

She and her wife could only come visit you a few times a year regardless if you insisted that “there was no need”, Laswell saw the look in your eyes every time she had to bid her goodbyes. That aching, longing, and shameful look. You never let yourself go too far. It’s for the best.

She was ready to brush off the idea under the rug and never speak of it again before she was cut off by the sound of your voice.

“Fine.” You finally say, staring at her with unsureness. Eyes flicking down to the plate in front of you before clearing your throat and meeting her gaze once again. “I will accept your ‘gracious’ offer under one condition,” You added, crossing your arms over your chest with a calm expression. “You owe me some of Rachel’s fudge brownies.” Tone grave that it could probably be mistaken as a threat to someone else, but Kate wasn’t just someone else.

Head tilting forward, she tried to hide her smile before facing you.

“Alright.”

Laswell’s chest filled with warmness at seeing your small smile. She hoped the boys treat you nicely when you arrive. She knows they will.

[nonsensical-pixels]

sisters! 🦇

still a wip for @profesionalpartyguest 💗

[sillyvampireboi]

Anyway I read the vampire Armand. Paint him with black wings or whatever

[poyostar]

I wanted to draw something before showtime but, I've been hyperfixating on like 5 things so have this Peach from a wip I have 🥺

[xxnashiraxx]

Guess for the FF WIP Guessing Game:

Word: “Run” ❤️

Thank you so much!!! 🥰💕💕 From this post!!

Her fingers run through her tangled, wet hair, the sounds of the fire and faint conversation drifting through her ears. Her armor hangs in the corner, magically dried by Gale as his kind brown eyes creased at the corners and he’d attempted to ask her something. She can’t even remember if he had… maybe?