#Parry wip

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@ivys-head-is-spinning @deim0sdread Have this. …..

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JUST TO BE CLEAR THIS IS HALLA WORK IN PROGRESS BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SORRY THE SPACING IS WEIRD SO IS THE TIME SKIPS DEAL WITH IT <3

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“Help yourself to some food, and you can show yourself out whenever ya please. I gotta go, Paulie. Ill be home for a while midday, then I gotta go to my other job and I aint gonna be home til late.” “Mhm.” Paul mumbles, pulling his eyes open just a little. He reaches forward and kisses Darry. “Bye.” Darry says, and he leaves for work.

He thinks about Paul all day. He thinks about him until its late and hes walking through the door. He steps into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, and he finds- The table is stacked with grocery bags. On the fridge, theres a note left.

‘I put the refrigerated stuff away. Dont worry. Also made one of them sandwiches i know ya like. Get good rest.’

Darrys grinning like an absolute idiot as he reads the note, signed by ‘P’ with a little heart next to it. “That asshole.” Is what he says, but really its a weight lifted off his shoulders. Food. Enough for a week or too. That saves a lot of money, money he can use to pay all the other things he has to pay.

“I need some cash.” Paul says to his father. “Whatd you do with what I gave you this mornin?” “Went grocery shoppin.” “Your mother went shoppin.” “Not for us.” “Who, then?” “You remeber Darrel Curtis, yeah? Hes in a bad way. Him and his brother are working two jobs each, and Ponyboys picked up part time so he can still go to school and theyre still barely payin for nothin. I though maybe Id… help em out.” “Spent my money on grease then?” “Sorry, I just thought-“ “Youre a good kid.”

Two days later, Darry has a day off, and hes treking across town to the west side to thank Paul. Hes dressed as nice as possible, and when he knocks on the Holdens door he feels fine. “How can I- Darrel! Oh, its been such a long time! Come inside!” Pauls mom greets him. “Hi, Mrs. Holden.” He says. “Is Paul here?” “He will be in a little while. Why dont you come eat? I just put breakfast on.” “Oh, I couldnt-“ “Of course you can. In fact, Ill send you home with some for your brothers too!” Paul pushes through the front door then. “Hi, mama- Darry. Hi.” Paul smiles. And Darry cant help but look away as his face turns red. “Darrel’s going to join us for breakfast.” Mrs. Holden says brigtly. “You should have just slept in. It would do you some good.” Paul says to Darry. “I’m used to getting up early. I just… thank you, Paul. For the food. You aint got a clue how much it means to me. With all you gave me I might have enough money to do Christmas for Soda and Pony.” “Do you not usually?” Paul asks, a concerned look on his face. “I try to do a good dinner, but we really aint able to afford much else.” Darry admits. “Im glad to have helped.” “I love you.” Darry whispers. Paul looks around nervosly, the returns it with a smile. “Come sit!” Mrs. Holden calls from the kitchen. Darry playfully punches Pauls shoulder. “Cmon bro, your mom is gonna feed me.” Paul laughs. “Okay bro.”

“So Darrel, Paul says you work for a roofin company. Tell me bout it.” Mr. Holden says. “Its good.” Darry replies. “Ive fallen off my fair share of roofs, but lucky Im grease cause most of the houses I fix are one story homes.” “How are your brothers?” “Good. Pony still dont talk too much after what happened. Most days he dont say nothin at all. But hes gettin better. And Soda, too. Hes gettin better.” “Im glad to hear it. That poor boy didnt do a thing to deserve what he got. Losing his best friend.” “Hes real torn up about it.” “It must be hard on you too.” “Its sad. But I aint got time to mourn. I gotta work so we dont lose nothing else.” “Youre too young for how fast youve had to grow up.” “I, uh, I better be headed home maam.” “Let me get you some food!” Mrs. Holden jumps up and begins rummaging through cupboards. Once she finds some tupperware she loads it full of hashbrown and bacon. “Paul, wont you drive him home?” “Course I will, mama.” Paul smiles. He stands up with Darry. Pulls him close by the waist and leans in and- pushes him away as quickly and he can. “Here, Darrel.” Mrs. Holden presses the tupperware container into Darrys hands. “I hope my boy treats you right.” “What?” Darry coughs, nervous. “I saw that honey, it aint just a friendly thing. And i think i always knew. Its okay, boys.” Mrs. Holden takes Paul and Darrys hands. “I wont tell nobody. But if you two are in love, thats what it is and im proud of you because love is a beautiful thing.” “Thanks mama.” Paul’s says, tears filling his eyes. “Of course baby. I love you. Now you two go. Ain’t nothing romantic going to happen in front of your mama. Darrel, you and your brothers and all your friends always have a safe place here. Always.” “Thank you, Mrs. Holden.” “Get out! Go! Have fun, use protection, I love you boys.”

Paul parks the car in Darry’s driveway and the two of them go inside. “Pony, Soda! I have breakfast for y’all. Mrs. Holden made it for ya.” Ponyboy sits down at the table next to Soda within a few minutes. “Heya, Paul.” Two-Bit appears in the kitchen too. “Hi.” Paul says. “We already ate, so you boys help yourselves to this stuff. We’re gonna go. Talk about some stuff.” “Sure you are.” Soda says with a grin.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” “You better.” Paul pulls Darry to him and does indeed kiss him. “I love you so much.” Paul says. Darry pulls away. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever understand. You’ve done so much for me… for my brothers. I love you and so don’t think nothin will ever make me stop. You know there ain’t no way I’ll ever be able to pay you back for what you’ve given me but I’m gonna do my best to pay it back by being the best damn boyfriend you ever did have. I promise.”

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hello Darry x Paul nation. I come bearing my newest WIP

[nexternalknowsthingz]

ITS PARRY TIME!!! 🤭🩵

[alaskan-wallflower]

first time animating and it’s parry 😪

[pupspuppet]

"Collected periwinkle" I've always loved collector. So now it's got me rather curious. :o

When the Collector is out collecting, Periwinkle likes to take naps in his big, cozy coat with all of her other collected friends.

Thanks for the ask!! 💜

[happy-little-nightmares]

greeting cards in progress....

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wip hornet parry for the animatic i've been working on!

hk gjinka designs from + inspired by @/foileadeux's gjinkas!!

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WIP work!

[writingvampires]

I’ve been writing while recovering from pneumonia and have been floored with the way THE TALES OF SINNER SHARPE is shaping up. As posted on Twitter recently, I’ve come to realize Sinner is the villain of this story, but only insofar as his monstrousness keeps him from treating people…like people. But that’s not this excerpt. This excerpt is when the world opens up a bit more and we meet the Othrillians’ god, Giru, along with Sinner, and begin to understand there’s a bit more going on in this world than we thought.

[voerman]

thinking about saera and wyll sparring together :33

[really-burnt-toast]

Day 5 of drawing COTL unholy alliance stuff until the update comes out

Kids! (The goat is about to adopt a lil spider)

(rambling + bonus under cut again)

I TECHNICALLY FINISHED IN TIME BUT POSTED A CORRUPED VERSION SO AAAAAAAAA

it's also technically a wip because I planned to colour this... anyway.

Thanks to my friends for giving me random animals to draw as children after I frantically asked the group chat 🙏🙏🙏 (I was given Peacock, Ball Python, Manatee, Platypus, Dog and Bunny. I added the Cat and Shrew personally.)

Also, bc the friend who suggested the Platypus begged me to;

A baby platypus???

PARRY THE BABY PLATYPUS!

Ps. If you saw this post posted 4 times but messed up/corrupted - no you didn't shush

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also parry wips n doodle

[corinnetheanime]

Another wip update, might be last one for a few days since I’m gonna be spending time with my parents.

The lighting is not indicative of the final product, it’s mainly for me to use as a reference of how I want to shade this potentially. I also really love the shape design of the Scrapped Watchman, since it has a very round body with sharp angles, which can be both challenging and fun to draw. Especially since he’s built a lot like a gorilla. I only hope to show that kind of heavyweight power here.

P’s pose was harder to do probably. But he be ready to parry that slam attack

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WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have DFS's POV from my MLC longfic, which should probably be subtitled "banter with knives."

(DFS just learned LLH gave away the Wangchuan flower and needs to lose his shit about it in private. Instead, LLH is grilling him about something FDB let slip and is also inwardly losing his shit about it. They're both trying to pretend they are ok.)

(You can find earlier excerpts here.)

Warning: Suppressed panic attack/flashback

Silence stretched.

This was absurd. They should have been celebrating. Or picking up where they left off this morning before everything had fallen apart.

And instead, Xiangyi was about to subject him to an interrogation that would make Sigu Sect proud. 

He just had to pull himself together first.

Di Feisheng made his fingers release their grip on Xiangyi–it felt harder than trying to heal his severed meridians without Yangzhouman–forced his breathing to stay steady, closed his eyes, and started to meditate. 

Five counts breathing in, five counts breathing out. If he focused his attention on his hands, he could almost feel the metallic thread woven through his inner robe against his fingertips, the–oh fuck, he had been in just his inner robe this entire time, too exposed, too vulnerable, too much like the first time she–

–stop that, he snapped in his mind. Breathe in for five counts, out for five counts.

Five counts in, five counts–

“So,” Xiangyi interrupted. Di Feisheng barely suppressed a startled twitch. “Did you lend Xiaobao your whistle for Wuyan, or does he have his own now?” 

Di Feisheng swallowed and managed to pry open his mouth. Not answering would look worse than playing along. “It’s a spare. In case he found you before I did.” Maybe he could distract him. He arranged his lips in an approximation of a smirk. “Why do you ask, Xiangyi? Jealous?” 

Xiangyi snorted. “Nice try, Di-Mengzhu, but your parrying needs some work. You’ve gotten sloppy these last few months. Now, I assume the medicine Wuyan rushed here last night was for you. At least in part. So what else are you and Xiaobao hiding from me?”

Di Feisheng gritted his teeth, despite knowing Xiangyi was watching his every move, every twitch, every breath, for weaknesses. The fucking audacity of this man. “Nothing compared with what you hid from me.”

There was a long pause. Then a weary, wry puff of air. “I take it back. You still aim true.” 

Di Feisheng pressed his hands harder against his legs to force them steady. Fuck, he couldn’t do this. Not now. Either he’d lash out and give Xiangyi more things to hate himself for, or he’d let something slip that he couldn’t afford to share. Both were too dangerous to risk.

He swallowed hard and let his hands curl around Dao’s scabbard. “You want to know? I’ll tell you. After I meditate for half a shichen.” And by then, he’d have mastered himself enough to handle whatever Xiangyi would try to drag out of him. It wasn’t actually a surrender.

There was a short silence. A whisper of hair against fabric, probably Xiangyi tilting his head to inspect him for clues.

“Ah, so you’ve moved on from holding people hostage to holding conversations hostage. Very clever, Di-Mengzhu. But it won’t work. I still won’t accept qi from you until you’ve reached thirty percent of your total neili. You’re not going to change my mind with a little silence.”

His fingers clenched around Dao until his knuckles turned white. Of course Xiangyi would make him work for the right to pull himself together. He took a long, slow inhale. “It’s not to change your mind. It’s to not destroy your furniture,” he growled, hoping the slight tremor in his voice would come across as just anger. 

Another short pause, then a longer soft sigh. “Alright, a-Fei. Take as long as you need.”

[pupspuppet]

oh, i can't resist knowing what's in "A bell for me?" one :} please show this one!

Periwinkle receives a gift from her new friend! This old and slightly dented bell is a precious treasure in her eyes.

She’s just so happy about the jester giving her a bell

Thanks so much for the ask!!QvQ