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Slow mornings in Ba Sing Se.
I needed something soft today, so here's a little sketch for @nerdylizj's breathtaking fic Forgetting is a kind of mercy.
#zutara#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#katara#atla fanart#prince zuko#atla art#Forgetting is a kind of mercy#Gonna tag this as Lee and Kya AU because *ahem* it kinda IS#lee from the tea shop#zuko as lee#Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU#Lee and Kya AU#zutara fanart#zutara fic#zutara au#zutara fanfiction#zutara art#katara x zuko#zuko x katara#atla zuko#katara fanart#katara art#atla katara#katara of the southern water tribe#Listen. They're everything to me.#I was about to have a tiny breakdown earlier so I thought “well a ZK cuddle should bring me some joy”. And it did.#This is (obviously) just a sketch but I'd love to fully render it some time soon. I just have like a thousand wips going on.#But omg do I need the fluff
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thinking about how people who refuse to read WIPS have never experienced the joy of that ao3 email for an update you weren't expecting and not being able to think of anything else until you get to read it
#<- this is me being sad about not reading fics#i have no wips im following anymore :/#im just thinking about how i was when choices was posting#and seeing the notification during my shift and my brain just saying choices choices choices choices until i finally got to clock out#or when a fic that hadn't posted in Years got updated and the excitement i got from it#they JOY#anyway#i need wips to follow now as it seems#jegulus
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Crowley Does Pottery HC anyone ? Because … it has a grip on me. I couldn’t hold back posting this wip any longer — I am so desperate for anyone else to share my vision in this.
#you gotta think about all the METAPHORS#I could go on and on and on about why it fits him so well#and I am.#in my own notes app currently for now#I’ll post the lil fic I’m noodling about on someday#but until then#wip pottery Crowley#good omens#Crowley#good omens fanart#blainkes wips
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Eddie gets stuck in a time loop but has no idea why, his day is normal, there's not even a test that day that he can use this to pass. After a few time loops he says fuck it let's start doing fun things, starting with talking to his crush, the lovely Fallen King Steve. After a few loops Steve starts talking back, soon there's whole loops with just them hanging out.
Little does Eddie know, Steve is in a time loop too trying to stop the Upside Down once again, he's just having a hard time caring when there's this sweet metalhead chatting him up everyday. Maybe he deserves to waste a few loops.
#the eddie joking about time loop foc will come#BUT THIS IDEA HAS BEEN EATING AT ME I AM WRITING IT CURRENTLY#sorry bb fic youll get your turn v soon#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#time loop au#wip
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#soapghost#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty mwii#cod mw2#saw this quote and blacked out for like 48h#listen it's about the longing the we can't we shouldn't this is going to end bad and we both know it#but what if i just look what if i just stare at you from the shadows what if i let you see me like no else can isn't that enough#anyway#the brain rot is so strong y'all my fic wip is at 18k now i need an intervention#id in alt text#soph arts
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'Dead Poets Society' gang
Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.
Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne
Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne
Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne
Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne
#My background is ass#I promise to practice but omg i am losing motivation coz its too ugly#started putting some on coloring that i started being happy about it#But my background is level toddler i hate it#the patience and discipline to make my lines straight and clean is nonexistent gdi...why did past me choose library gdi#Just writing some Duke in my fics and this image of them all just made me wanna do art...Duke is a poet and writes stories u kno?#Duke is not a wayne yet...and is not dead yet...but with how comics goes then its just a matter of time lol#They're all in school here...Cass and Jason are college watching over their juniors in high school#everyone use cardigans but Jason like his leather so no thanks lol#Duke and Cass in outsiders are cute#jason todd#dc comics#damian wayne#fanart#robin#cassandra cain#duke thomas#inking & background study#Damian is now 14!!!! He's getting old...he's like a baby yesterday omg#I need to stop obsessing over this so i posted a WIP so i can continue writing my fic!!! argh#Im gonna watch youtube tutorials again on drawing bookshelves coz i cannot do this without guidance
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Despite everything... is it still you?
(more Dark Matter art for y'all. This fic is once again living in my brain rent free. @mysterycyclone)
#i think im getting the hang of drawing Peter fellas#been a while since ive drawn my boy and we're back at it again#and listen i know the OG line is a little bit different but i mean like COME ON#Peter sure as hell isnt the same person he was when he got on that bus for the field trip#hes been going THROUGH IT#probably got one more wip in the works and thinking about working on a playlist to add with it too#would be happy to take suggestions on the playlist if anyone reads through these tags#i know im rambling but what else are tags for honestly???#peter parker#spider-man#dc#batman#dark matter fic
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Wip after wips after wips
#my art#hijack#frostcup#jack frost#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#rotg#httyd#rise of the guardians#how to train your dragon#wip#rival clans au#making a comeback#I’ve been thinking about them lately#writing a fic about them maybe
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It's a quiet evening, they're winding down after a long, exhausting day of work, just enjoying each other's company. They're on the couch, a cheesy romcom playing on the TV, Tommy's head in Buck's lap, Buck's fingers playing with Tommy's soft curls.
He's watching Tommy more than the movie. He observes his reactions, the soft smiles, the small chuckles, the eye rolls and scoffs - depending on what's happening on the screen. He's so beautiful and Buck wants to stare at him forever. And he gets to.
He beams, as he glances at his hand, still in Tommy's hair, where a simple silver band sits right on his ring finger, an exact match to the one on Tommy's hand, now casually resting on his stomach. Well, almost an exact match, the inscription on the inside just a little bit different - they both say their wedding date and the word 'forever' but they also have each other's names inscribed. Buck likes to take if off sometimes and just look at the words, trace his fingertip over Tommy's name, still amazed that this is his life, even after over a year of being married already.
So he observes his husband, eyes scanning all over, while Tommy's completely immersed in the movie, the romantic dork - Buck loves that he's the only one who truly gets to see this side of him. He's so cute and gorgeous, and Buck loves him so much and just can't take his eyes off him.
That's when he notices it, and a gasp breaks out of him. He can feel a huge grin pulling at his face.
"What's wrong?" Tommy immediately looks at him, a small concerned frown creasing his forehead. When he notices Buck smiling, worry turns into pure confusion. "Evan?"
"Baby." Buck says seriously, his fingers gripping a strand of Tommy's hair, as he announces happily, "You have your first gray hair." He's looking right at it, just a tiny, barely noticeable, silvery hair. It's there, and it looks beautiful, and Buck already kind of can't wait to see his husband get more of them.
"Okay?" Tommy's frown deepens, this time with amusement. "So?"
"So-" Buck starts, then shakes his head. It's stupid, it's just a hair, no big deal, everyone gets them eventually, it's nothing special. But in a way, it is. Because when they met a few years ago Tommy didn't have gray hair. Because in their line of work, and with their luck, with Buck's luck, seeing yourself or a person you love grow old is not always a given - and it's such a blessing. This, seeing a gray hair in Tommy's hair, combined with wrinkles starting to form on his beautiful face - it's an amazing sight. They're sharing a life together, growing older together, they're able to see each other go through all these changes, step by step, day by day, seemingly unnoticeable unless you pay particular attention. It makes Buck feel so grateful for this life he has, for his husband, for getting this chance. "Nothing," he says, fingers resuming combing through Tommy's thick curls, eyes still drawn to that lone gray hair. "I just love you."
"I love you, too, Evan." Tommy smiles that crinkly smile that makes the lines around his eyes even more pronounced. Buck has to lean down and kiss his lips, then the corner of his eye, making Tommy laugh. "What's that have anything to do with my gray hair?"
"I just really like the thought of getting to grow old with you. Of spending my life with you." Buck whispers, and sees Tommy's smile melt into that soft 'Evan' smile, reserved just for him.
"And you say I'm sappy," he responds teasingly, and Buck laughs. Oh, he loves Tommy so much. He looks into Tommy's eyes and sees everything he was just thinking about. He sees how Tommy wants the same things, how he appreciate those reminders, like a silly gray hair, of getting to go through life together.
He kind of can't wait to start going gray, too. To grow old with his husband.
#bucktommy#bucktommy ficlet#wikiangela writes#911 fic#idk what this is and i can't remember what inspired this lol#had a post in my drafts from like two nights ago about buck finding a gray hair in tommy's hair and I wrote this last night#someone tell me to go back to my wips lmao#(well that's gonna be after I get back from vacation haha)#anyway#evan buckley#tommy kinard#dailykinley#btw the wedding rings are inspired by my parents' bc when i saw the inscriptions i was like this is the cutest shit wtf#wrote this in the middle of the night last night#and wasn't gonna post just yet bc i *just* posted a brand new fic yesterday#but also fuck it lol
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calling it right now that season 3 starts like this
#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all#there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season#they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else#and makes it worth working on their problems together#the problems are still very much there#both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up#ed doesn't know about stede's trauma#they haven't talked through anything#and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well#and those are just some of the internal issues#then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet#because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one#the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately#again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire)#it's not a forever goodbye#ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️#hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!!#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd#our flag means death
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I do appreciate getting AO3 comments that encourage me to keep going! But I got a comment on an on-hiatus multi-chapter WIP that said absolutely nothing about it being unfinished and just listed things they liked, and it was really sweet.
#i don't feel bad about all my wips (obviously) but i do feel a bit of guilt about some including this fic#and then to get such a nice comment was... well. nice :)#anghraine babbles#ao3#nice things people say to me#fic talk#fic talk: pemberley and such
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happy pride post this hammer the hedgehog (transmasc amy rose)
(no ship tags please!)
#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#transmasc amy rose#edits#fanart#digital#sonic redesign#redesign#rascal rose#hammer the hedgehog#i dont feel like tagging knux or tails#currently writing a fic featuring hammer... i got some lil one-page comics abt him in my wips :)#this post has been in my drafts with the first 3 pics since last december btw thats how long ive been thinking about him#deidrawing
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sterek twilight au
#listen LISTEN#i know it’s been done by multiple people and done BEAUTIFULLY#but what if it's done by ME#????!!!?!!????#ngl despite having several sterek plots in my head and one active wip this sterek au is the first one that sparked joy#in like a month#edward is nothing compared to what i can turn derek into in this scenario#im thinking about it and i want to write again and it's been some time since i felt that#but does anyone even want it lol#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#sterek fanfic#derek x stiles#what if i promise an unhinged flirt derek or smn#OBVIOUSLY he's gonna be a werewolf I'm not taking that from our boy cmon
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Unlike Max, Charles is one of those rare celebrities who’s naturally gracious with fame, kind to all his fans, and genuinely, sincerely, seems to love every part of it.
Charles is also one of those rare celebrities who stumbled into fame. Unlike Max, and unlike Lando, he was discovered.
Famously, the story goes like this:
Back in 2016, Charles had just started university in Paris. He was studying fashion, or architecture, or whatever the fuck. A casting director had been hosting auditions for Lanthimos’ new movie, primarily looking for young, French-speaking actors to play a small role opposite Léa Seydoux.
The director had been on lunch break, when he spotted Charles, sitting outside and studying at a cafe. Immediately, he took the seat opposite Charles, they spoke for a while, until, at last, he succeeded in convincing Charles he was actually who he said he was. It wasn’t until the director got Léa Seydoux on the phone that Charles believed him.
They held the audition there and then, recording on the director’s phone, in the busy streets of Paris. Years later, a clip of the audition was released on YouTube. It’s a short, four minute, unedited clip. It has something like 32mil views today.
Once Charles Leclerc had become a household name, the casting director had been asked what it was about Charles that caught his attention.
He laughed and he said, “Well, he’s beautiful, isn’t he? Devastatingly beautiful. The kind of beauty you don’t see very often, the kind you think is lost. I knew then, that we had to have him.”
But if Charles Leclerc was merely beautiful, it would’ve been that—a one-off role in a Lanthimos movie that no one watched and wasn’t nominated for any major award.
But he was good. He hadn’t acted a day in his life, but he was good. Lando had seen the movie. Charles was really only in it for less than two minutes, had only two lines, but the fact that it was his first ever role—he was, infuriatingly, a natural.
He didn’t become famous overnight, but he’d been sweet to the APs and hardworking on set that a few people put in a good word for him here and there. By the end of 2016, he had an agent. By the end of 2017, he had starred in an Oscar-nominated movie. It was some sort of tragicomedy with an ensemble cast, Vettel, Raikkonen, and Button. There were more Oscar winners than not. Lando hadn’t watched it, but he thinks Charles played the main character’s brother who kills himself in the end or something. Of course, he hadn’t personally been nominated for or won anything, but they’d won Best Ensemble at SAG, and the production won some bullshit award at Critics Choice.
In 2018, he attended a closed audition for Two Time, and everyone knows what happened after that.
#this fic is more about charles than i thought it would be but we're just going to follow the vibes#harbingers fic#once again obviously a wip
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In regards to the whole soul mate thing, Soap's been through all the phases.
He'd started curious, then confused, then mournful, then resentful. For now he's settled somewhere in the vicinity of apathy—maybe spite.
He doesn't have a soul-mark. Never has, never will, and that's... fine. He's far from the only one lacking that kind of connection, and that's enough for him to feel understood. Not alone. He's got plenty of good friends besides—with and without soulmates of their own—and he's happy that way. Really, he is; it took him a fair amount of work to get to a place where he could say that and it not be wishful thinking. He's got friends, family, dalliances, motion and company and light in his life despite the lack of a mark that tells him where his place is.
And then he meets Ghost.
The Lieutenant is huge in the sense that his presence alone takes up what space his height and muscle can't. He's quiet, too, at least before Soap makes the effort to worm his way under all that tacgear. (The man is intriguing, what can he say? Who else walks around with a honest-to-fuck skull mask day in and out.)
Ghost seems to tolerate him at first, then inexplicably starts to prickle and grouch whenever Soap comes within six feet of him. He could make up a few reasons for why that is, but instead contents himself with pretending he doesn't notice—pushing the implied boundary until Ghost mans up and tells him off.
He never does, though. And it's not long at all until Soap's found that the boundary has given way and Ghost is—well he's actually pretty pleasant to be around. He's funny, and patient, and gives way too much of a shit to be in a career that pretty much ensures the death of everyone he works with. (He likes to pretend he doesn't, but there's no other reason he would have been waiting up in that church for Soap—in fact he shouldn't have still been there at all, since he'd already scoped an escape route. The bastard's soft, is what he's saying.)
And that's when things start to backslide just a little.
They're sitting in the mess—only three of them, the Captain unable to grace them with his presence—and Gaz is talking about his sister's husband's new boyfriend being the result of a late-discovery soulmatch.
"Could you imagine," he says, pausing to chew his mouthful before he continues. "Going thirty years knowing there's someone out there for you, and not seeing them until after you're already married?"
"Could be platonic," Soap pointed out, not bothering with the same courtesy of chewing his food. Ghost kicks him under the table for it, but he honestly can't be asked to care for only three words worth.
"Could be, but still—could you imagine?"
"Nope." Soap pops the 'P' and grins. Ghost doesn't kick him this time since he hasn't taken another bite yet. "I'm a wee bit hopeless in that department."
"Ah, brother." Gaz reaches out and they clasp hands for a moment, then he nudges his shoulder. "You and me both. Never much got the fuss about it, but that does seem like some sort of cosmic irony yeah?"
"Issat irony?" Soap asks. "Don't think that's right."
Obviously, that incites a short argument that ends when Gaz pulls out his phone to look up the actual dictionary definition of 'irony', and Soap grasps to change the topic to literally anything else to avoid Gaz gloating on the off chance that he's right.
"Lt, what about you?"
Ghost blinks at him as if he hasn't been staring at the both of them through the whole conversation.
"I know what irony is, Johnny."
"No—" he can't help the scowl, and talks over Gaz's sudden jeering as he shoves his phone under his nose. Soap lifts his chin to avoid it. "You got a soul mark?"
"Read it and weep, Soap!" Gaz cheers, only slightly subdued in respect for every else in the room.
"I do." Ghost says at the same time, dipping his head in a tiny little nod, and Soap's world ends just a little bit, right there in the mess hall. Curls up, withers, and dies without so much as a squeal.
He's not able to ask if Ghost knows who it is, or if he's met them, or if they're still alive, or if it's romantic or platonic; he's not sure if it even matters, because Johhny knows right then that he will never be as close to Ghost as they are.
And it hurts.
It hurts in a way he wasn't entirely expecting.
He must hold it together well enough through the rest of dinner, and then through walking with Gaz back to their rooms, but once he's got the door locked behind him he feels the smile fall off his face. He sits down on the edge of his bed.
Ghost has a soulmate.
Ghost has a soulmate and Soap is pissed about it. Because that soulmate isn't him—it can't be, since he doesn't have a mark of his own.
It's just—it's unfair. They work so well together, on the field and off. He knows for a fact no one else can read Ghost as well as he can, no one else talks to him like he does, he doesn't hang around anyone else like he seems to hang around Soap. If anyone should be Ghost's soulmate, it should be him.
But he's not. Which means there's someone else out there that can watch his six better, understand him more, have more satisfying conversations—and it seems fucking impossible, because he doesn't even know how it could get better given the time they've known eachother... and yet.
And yet Ghost has a mark, and Soap doesn't.
It takes him days to get over it—at least enough to act himself when he's in company. Ghost tries to get him to talk about it three separate times before he can manage to get his shit together. He won't *lie* to Simon, nor is he about to admit to what's eating at him, and it leaves him snappish. Leaves the vitriol closer to the surface than it ever has been around Ghost and he hates to see how he reacts to it; he doesn't cower, doesn't flinch, doesn't avoid him, just stares—in a different way than before. John's temper will flare and Ghost will freeze a little, tilt his head, furrow his brow, and fucking stare at him until the moment passes. It might be better if he raised his voice in return, let it escalate into a proper fight—or even if he shut Soap down hard and told him to cool off. Instead Ghost looks at him like he's gone and become a stranger; like he's confused where he doesn't expect to be, and that hurts almost as much as finding out his place isn't next to Simon—or at least, he doesn't have any rightful claim to it.
#siiigh. fuck it. *starts posting my wips*#i have like 35 of em thats gotta be something right#so far ive mostly just been bothering rune about fic ideas too so. LOL.#hes already seen all these probs#anw#fic wip#wip.txt#soapghost#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#uhh sorrt about the hurt/no comfort folks i did not get to writing the comfort part yet LOL#cod:mwii#soapghost fic#soulmate au#i will refrain from tagging this like an ao3 upload#youre welcome#notes-app-clutter.zip
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"You are the living embodiment of the Decepticon ideal and are merely a step away from completely embracing it."
#more of wip ig :(#Megatron quotes#throws idea out there so I don't think about it and can get on with work#but now I'm imagining how great it'll be to have Starscream in the Functionist Universe and wishing there are more fics about it#knock 'em out like AVL this is how you deal with flashlight heads#happy holidays#starscream#idw transformers#idw lost light#maccadam
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