#Bad Teaser Au

[whipped-cheese]

Sooo my friend uhhhhhhh...

Hehehdhfhshdbs

Thought this was going somewhere and then just- /silly

Sex is free,

Kissing???? pay up. /Silly

[starflungwaddledee]

of all the characters that have (or can!) be controlled by morpho in your AU, who would you say is the most powerful (you can't say Morpho Knight himself, that's cheating)

"you can't say morpho knight/galacta knight" not a problem because i wasn't gonna. greatest warrior in the galaxy still gets his ass handed to him by someone on the regular

dreamless reaper.

this would be like... a profoundly bad end of the chrysalis au. i think morpho would probably only be able to get kirby if it had burned through all the others, and i just don't think there'd be a coming back from this one tbh

you can also see that unlike with morpho dee this one is way less fragile; proper pauldrons and shoes, wings aren't full of holes. morpho dee was purposefully expendable because taking bandee was never the actual goal

[merchantarthurn]

remind me later (like send an ask in like 5 hours, idk) to ramble at length about Ambessa and Mel in Season 2, in particular how much Act 2 has flipped how I was initially feeling about the Black Rose stuff from "oh! a good reason to have Mel and Ambessa and their relationship front and centre? this is exactly what i want" to "i hate this. i would say i hated this more than anything in this Act but regrettably the bar is pretty high given what happened with vi and jinx and ~warwick~"

[themadzarka]

So does kris just not exist

That's the big idea.

(Sorry if I answered this very VERY late... have a teaser for a short comic.)

[pencilofawesomeness]

I rarely post sketches but this man is ruining my life :'D

[allfortzu]

sorry for the person i become when this photoshoot drops

[cuddles-with-dragons]

little bits from a space Home Depot fix

"Ohshitohshitohshit Crosshair you're not dead right? HUNTER GET OVER HERE I THINK I KILLED CROSSHAIR!"

I plaster on my best customer service smile before turning around.

This guy just screams computer nerd

So you're probably wondering what five Seawings, a pile of power tools on the floor, and a flatbed cart have to do with me.

From the POV of an employee, he has to deal with the most chaotic customers ever- Clone force 99.

Coming soon to Ao3 and Tumblr!

[venomwrites]

So Anomalies Cait and Vi are just...so horrible at communicating. Also not me feeling Vis hurt when Cait came in with "the Kiramman" mask. Not me feeling the pain Cait feels of probably standing in the kitchen and knowing she is about to be left behind. Because in the end Vi is free to go. She can do what she wants (in Caits pov at least). And she can never have her or be free. Because she gave that up for Vi. I love a tragic gilded cage character.... Like I know it's not what you are planning but right now it's their pain...

THEY ARE THE WORST! Actually the core trio of Caitlyn/Vi/Powder are all on horribly different wavelengths right now. No-one is communicating in a way where they can be heard and that leads to a lot of consequences.

Vi and Caitlyn are both very much in a cage at the moment. The cruel irony is they have been in there for so long, they don't realize it's been unlocked. Cassandra said her ground rules were in place until they were of age (which i'm saying is 21 to be generous). They are adults now, yet they are both still following the ground rules. Which is very sad to me but part of their journey.

I mean Vi didn't even lock her bedroom door when she took Powder into the bathroom for that conversation, she only locked the bathroom door.

[transformersandturtles]

I envy people who can write combat good like hOW PLEASE TEACH ME YOUR WAYS I JUST NEED TO KNOW HOW TO WRITE COMBAT FOR THIS ONE SCENE IN CHAPTER 1 OF NOT ALL IS LOST AND I'M SURE NO ONE IS GONNA CARE TO READ IT BUT PLEASE 😭

Combat is so hard to write without it getting boring.

The quality is really bad but uh have this madness that is combat and how fucking bad it is

[beados10]

I’m shit at art but I’m great with writing and stuff.

Take this teaser for a Kim Possible Drakken AU while I figure out wtf to do with it

[whipped-cheese]

[The whore was too stunned to speak]

[click for quality]

[honeycinnamon]

Here is a little teaser for chapter 3 of Good Mistakes and Bad. A little longer than usual, but I don’t think any of y’all will mind.

Enjoy my lovelies!!!

“That didn’t take much convincing.”

The Omoticaya rolled his eyes at that, “I said maybe.”

At that, the fingers at his waist dug, ever so slightly, into the sensitive skin there, knocking the wind out of the man under their grasp. The owner of those fingers leaned closer, until his lips brushed against the other man’s ear, “And I know how to turn that maybe into an ‘oh yes, Ao’nung, righ-’”

The man beside him pressed his hand over the Metkayina’s mouth and snapped, “Focus on your work or I will leave and you can find someone else to talk into your bed tonight.”

“So serious, Neteyam. You should let me help you with that,” Ao’nung persisted, wriggling away from the hand that had been clasped over his mouth. Before the man at his side could say anything, he added, “And I didn’t think you’d be into something like gagging, but I am more than willing to work with that.”

“Someone really should gag you. Now, work,” Neteyam grumbled, turning back to his notebook. He just had to hope that the Metkayina would take the hint.

“I don’t see why you take this tutoring thing so seriously,” the larger man stated, but turned to begin working on the circled questions, nonetheless.

“Because one of us has to take your grade seriously, and apparently, that’s me,” the Omoticaya retorted, his pencil scratching against his paper once again.

“Aw, so you do like me after all,” the larger man teased. Neteyam didn’t miss the way those blue eyes gave him a quick glance before going back to the paper.

Deciding to play nice, the darker skinned man confirmed, “You are almost tolerable, when you’re not trying to get your hand in my pants.”

The man with yellow eyes didn’t have to look over to know that the Metkayina wore a shit eating grin. Keeping his voice low, in case anyone was to pass their table, he argued, “We both know that your favorite thing about me is that I shove my hand in your pants.”

Great Mother, Neteyam knew better than to humor the other man, but there was something so exhilarating about talking about such a thing in public. He would definitely have to give himself a serious talking to later. But for now, he played along, humming, “Well, I can think of something I like more.”

[dogydayz]

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It was at that moment that I knew I had to run. Sweet little Nicholas had been fucked with for far too long, and that stinging sensation on his face that left his eye black and blue was the final straw. It was in the moment that I fought back, against someone who'd fought off so many before, I held my damn ground against that sorry excuse of a father of mine and fucked off for good.

I ran, I ran so fast the wind whipped at my quills. My glasses fell off when I dashed through and broke the window, and I didn't look back as I sped into the trees. I heard the sounds of 'em yelling at me. He was enraged. He was 'the peoples' hero'. He'd hurt me. My mother called for me too. I didn't miss her yellow quills. She'd been just as bad, she'd wanted me to be less than I was, she wanted me to reduce myself to a fool, blindly following those damn Elites and their ideals which left out myself and everyone else alongside me from their 'perfect' world. They wanted to make me into a 'hero'. They wanted to make me into a government pawn.

Oh, I'd show 'em 'heroism', I'd fuckin show 'em what they created.

But at the time, I could only run. Trippin' on sticks 'n rocks, runnin' from the distant sirens that screamed into the afternoon air. It was growing dim, the sky darkening above me. I was alone, and I realized that I'd soon be fighting tooth-and-nail ta keep myself alive.

Was I ever truly alive, before? I can't really say I had been. Poor little Nich'las was always fearin' for his life, back then. He never got to enjoy what he shoulda enjoyed, and he learned fast that no kid got to enjoy what every kid should. He always shed green everywhere from fear, his fringe covering his eyes, he was always such a nervous kid. A little geek too, he wanted to be like the others at school, the ones so cool and popular, but he didn't give a shit 'bout sports or anything like that. His dad didn't like that. His dad also didn't like how easily he cried, and he cried at everything too. Little fuckin' crybaby, the kid was, huh? Eyes always watering about ta burst like a dam, his dad hated it. His dad yelled at him for it. Slapped him, too. That shit hurt like a bitch.

Some 'hero' he is. Piece of fuckin shit, pickin' on a child, and not any child but his OWN child. Y'know, I'll see him again some day, and I'll make him eat my fuckin' fists for what he did to a once-defenseless little kid like me.

It was that day that I ran that Nicholas was nothin', he was dead, and in his place was a kid who'd become a scourge to the city he lived in, a scourge to the kin he left behind, a scourge to the government who HATED powerful bastards opposing them...

And I was proud of it. Bein' such a problem to 'em. Those fuckwads deserved it. I let it become part of me, I let myself take that character because I LIKED it. And I still like it. I'd have ditched this name long ago if I didn't.

But I like it. And it sounds cool.

And I can't wait for the time I get to fuck them up for good, ending their shitty reign on this dying world, even if no one can be saved in the end of it all. At least they won't get out of it with any satisfaction.

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So why do the tears still fall? Why do I wanna stay here, when my world needs me to finish what is started? Why can't I find the strength to leave this place?

Why do they stick by me, despite the problems I've caused? Why do they show me forgiveness when for years, I'd been nothing but a nuisance? An idiot teenager, struggling to get a grip on his situation, on the fact that his world and everyone he'd found companionship in was now alone, and he was stuck with this idealized version of himself seemingly mocking him every moment?

I'm not meant to be here, yet I can't get myself to find a way to leave. I don't want to go.

Please, don't make me go...

[themadzarka]

Aaayy it's been a month I haven't updated Party Bad Omen, time to get to work. I will also add a special tag for anything related to this comic (about time I do that), so it's easier to find it in this maze of a blog.

[sorikkung]

me when ive tried writing the same chapter 3 times but i hate all of them 😃😃😃

(not you wgoin 6 take 2, ur a queen 😌😌😌)

[spideyjimin]

Wait for your love | jjk (teaser)

—  pairing: firefighter!jungkook x female reader 

—  genre: kind of exes to lovers, parents au, angst, fluff, and smut 

— rating: 18+ 

—  summary: sixteen years ago, your life was turned upside down when you surrendered to the temptation — none other than jungkook, the star basketball player on your school’s team. today, after all that time, you reunite under tragic circumstances; a car crash where he saves your life.

—  words: 577

—  author’s note: here you have the teaser of the fic i’m currently working on 🤗 you have a tiny little teaser below & i hope you’ll enjoy it ❤️

—  tag list: let me know in any way if you want to be tagged when i post this and if you are part of my permanent taglist, you will automatically be added ✨

Jungkook and his team got called for a car accident involving several cars, and when they arrived, the scene was horrific.

There are probably five cars pressed and smashed one against the other. There are people injured and bleeding walking around the scene. Paramedics are already taking care of them, but Jungkook is walking to the cars to retrieve the people stuck inside. His captain screams orders and tells him which car he should go to.

His eyes look around, his heart breaking when he sees everyone involved and still stuck in their cars. Visions like this are quite common for him, it doesn’t happen all the time but it’s still recurrent. At the end of the day, his job is to save people in this type of situation.

When he reaches the car, he was assigned to, he takes a look at how many people there are inside. There’s just one person, a woman behind the steering wheel. She has her hand on her head, clearly showing that she might have a headache. She doesn’t really move. Instantly, Jungkook tries to open the door, but it’s showing a bit of resistance.

It feels impossible to open the door, but Jungkook sees the woman’s head falling. He’s getting worrier; she’s slumping into sleep which isn’t a good sign as she was holding her head barely seconds ago. He then proceeds to break the window so he can try to open it from inside. There are other possible ways, but it would be harder and more dangerous to get her out of the vehicle.

“Ma’am,” he says with urge.

Eventually, he manages to open the damn door from the inside. A good part of the car’s front is crashing into her. Before even thinking of taking her out, he places a cervical collar to protect her neck and spine.

“Ma’am,” he repeats. “Can you hear me?”

She doesn’t answer at all. Jungkook gets closer, his fingers brushing the hair from her face, but when he finally gets to properly see the woman’s face, his heart skips a beat. This woman is none other than you. His mind can’t start to get lost in the past right now. He needs to focus on taking you out of the car.   

You’re in pretty bad shape.

There’s blood on your forehead, you most probably have a wound on top of your head. There’s also blood at the level of your stomach, turning your green shirt into a very dark color. He can distinguish a big fragment of glass shoved into your belly. It doesn’t look good. Your legs are also completely smashed by the front, causing the steering wheel to be very close to your body.  Hopefully, your legs aren’t too injured. He doesn’t even want to start thinking about all the bruises on your body.

Slowly, he places one hand behind your back while his other hand slowly pushes your legs. He’s trying to be as careful as possible to avoid causing any other injury.  His strong arms hold you once he manages to fully remove you from the car. His eyes look down at your face with evident pain. He notices how you’re trying to open your eyes which makes him think that you’re trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.

“Yn,” he says while walking to an ambulance. “Please, stay with me,” he whispers with despair. “I’ve finally found you, and I can’t lose you right away.”