#and also OC heavy lmao

[zacksfairest]

Hi! I am the writing fairy! You should write! And then show me your writing! If you do, I’ll show you cats! Writing writing write write write!

I actually did wind up writing! This fic isn't done yet, but I suppose I'll put a litle snippet of what I managed to write over the last few days. It is not Unsounded related, unfortunately, (it's actually Star Wars/The Mandalorian. An old fic I started back in 2019) but hopefully I'll be writing an Unsounded fic for the fanworks contest <3

Anyway, here it is:

---------- Cassie inhaled slowly, a certain measure of calm coming over her as her finger rested against the trigger.  Her vision narrowed, years of training taking hold as the world fell away, leaving only herself and her prey.

Her lips parted. “Tra—”

The unmistakable sound of a discharged blaster cut her off, a single blaster bolt striking the Imperial in the shoulder.  The force of the shot knocked him off his feet and he fell to the ground with a dull thud, wailing all the while.

Out of pure reflex, she opened fire a bare second after that first shot made contact, squeezing the trigger of her blaster rifle in quick succession.  She barely felt the kickback through her armor, her gaze fixed on the Death Troopers, their attention momentarily diverted as chaos ensued.  Her target dropped after three shots: two to the chest, and one to the clavicle—the area nearest his unarmored neck.  Caedyc’s followed immediately after, though she couldn’t tell what had felled the trooper.

No, she was too busy trying to decipher the string of curses coming from Vys’kydir over the comms as the two remaining Death Troopers dove for cover.

“—di’kutla shabuir,” he spat, his frustration evident.  It was the first thing she could clearly make out.

“What?” Suriya demanded, whatever manner of confident composure she had managed utterly shattered.  “What happened?  Why in the manda’s name did you shoot, Vys?”

Cassie ducked down, the old windowsill exploding into small chunks of permacrete and stone as the Death Troopers began to spray the area with blaster fire, but she didn’t need to see out into the town square to know it wasn’t Vys’kydir who had fired prematurely.  The shot hadn’t come from the old bell tower; it had been too low, the angle of the blaster bolt parallel to the ground.

An angry snarl escaped her as she pressed herself against the wall.  She was so stupid.  She should have known better than to think the Mandalorian would go down without a fight—she sure as hell wouldn’t have.  She knew her people better than that.  She knew him better than that.

And now they’d lost the element of surprise, which meant she’d have to make a few adjustments.

“It wasn’t Vys, Suri!” Cassie yelled into the comms, the high pitched whine of Imperial issued blaster rifles making her ears ache.

“Sure wasn’t,” Caedyc added calmly, though he sounded a bit winded.  “Our friend’s one hell of a quickdraw, though.  I’ll give him that much.”

“Are you okay?” Suriya asked, her voice cracking slightly.  An acute guilt began to take root in Cassie’s chest.  “I can hear the blaster fire from here.”

“I’m fine,” Cassie reassured her, wincing slightly as a blaster bolt took out another chunk of the wall.  “Pinned down, though.  My cover’s not gonna last much longer.  Those rifles pack a nasty punch.”

“No kidding,” Caedyc said drily.  “I took one to the chest, knocked me flat on my shebs. I’m fine though, Suri.  Thanks for asking.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby, Caed’ika.”

“Ne'johaa, you two!” Cassie shouted as another round of fire rained more debris down on her.  “Vys, do you have eyes on our friend?”

“No,” he ground out, still clearly vexed.  “But if I had to guess, he’s pinned down across from you—against the wall of the building to your nine o’clock.”

“Osik,” she hissed, daring a glance out the window.  The two remaining Death Troopers had found cover in an alley across the way, concentrating their fire in the general direction Vys’kydir had indicated.  If she was going to get any kind of plan together, she was going to have to link up with their interloper—which, unfortunately, meant she was going to have to leave her quickly crumbling cover and brave enemy fire.

A long, resigned sigh left her.  It was stupid, but it was her fault they were in this mess in the first place.  And she’d be damned if she was going to leave one of their own to die at the hands of the Empire.  Much less him.

“Vys, I’m gonna need you to lay down some cover fire for me,” Cassie said, her hand coming up to grip the edge of the windowsill.  “You, too, Caed.  If you can manage.”

“For what?” Caedyc asked incredulously.

“Just do it,” Cassie replied, not bothering to curb her exasperation.  “On my mark.”

She felt the permacrete crumbling beneath her hand as her grip tightened, the stonework hot to the touch where blaster bolts had melted away the once sturdy architecture.  Her body grew tense, her thigh muscles pulled taut enough to snap as sweat began to bead along the flesh of her brow.

There was a brief pause in the deafening sound of blaster fire, and she made her move.

“Tracyn!”

With a strained grunt, Cassie vaulted over the windowsill and hit the ground running.  It took only a glance to see Vys’kydir’s summation had been right: the Mandalorian stood within the shallow entryway of a building across the way, his back pressed against the door, a small blaster in hand.

She ran full tilt toward him, a surge of blaster fire keeping her going—though it didn’t last long.  The sudden and unmistakable crack of a sniper rifle’s discharge brought the onslaught to an abrupt halt.  If she didn’t know any better, she thought she might have even heard a surprised yelp as Vys’kydir got off a second shot, followed by short bursts from what she assumed was Caedyc’s own rifle.

And while the Death Troopers attempted to regroup, Cassie made it to the other side of the gravel laden street, all but slamming into the door with a loud clang.

She looked up at the Mandalorian, breathless and shaking with the surge of adrenaline.  A featureless T-shaped visor stared back at her, though she could see the newfound rigidity in his stance, a range of emotions conveyed within that simple shift in demeanor.  Shock.  Disbelief.  Recognition.  A smug smile pulled at her lips, though it remained hidden beneath her own helmet.  “Copaani gaan, vod?”

[darlingsart]

Some lighting practice I used as an excuse to draw modern au Pat and Achilles being loving parents to their son 🥺

[shellibocs]

— oh, anyone could kill me / and I'd never ever let it be you

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tag list! (opt in/out) @benwishaw @boldly-ho @raresvtm @devil-kindred @florbelles @roofgeese @ruvviks @strangefable @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @carrionsflower @simplegenius042 @thedeadthree @loriane-elmuerto @socially-awkward-skeleton @imogenkol @malefiquinn @risingsh0t @kyberinfinitygems @a-treides @captastra @gothimp @statichvm @calenhads @poetikat @nonfunctioning-queer @ghostfvcker @dickytwister @inafieldofdaisies

[imperfectnothing]

Rush now, into the middle of nowhere / singing and laughter will die

tagging @tsukacchako, @zerostyrant, @yunoftheclouds, @nottoonedin, and @pwippy

oh and this drawing is a reference to the tarot card, Death, specifically this copy of it from the 17th century

[tinybunbunn]

Back at it again with Constellations fic art but this time I wanted to design Little Star!! We only get mentions of them throughout the series but I still love them with all my heart <3

I’ve been working at this for a while tbh so it’s kinda surreal posting it publicly now lol. I wanted to have BOTH them and their weapon designed before posting anything so!! Here they are!! 🩵

More designs under the cut!

These go from oldest to newest, showing the progress to the final design! (and there are EVEN MORE drawings than this but if I include them trust me we’ll be here all day 🥹)

[stergeon]

Rating: Teen and Up (old man angst; language; Tense Situations)

Chapters: 3 of 5

Words: 15.9k (37k cumulative)

Chapter Summary: An accident threatens to disrupt Byleth and Claude's comfortable routines.

claustrophobia warning for this chapter btw. a significant portion of it has to do with an underground irrigation tunnel caving in.

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Almost seventy years after the events of Silver Snow, the winds of chance bring Byleth to a farm in Almyra, where Claude has been living out his retirement in relative obscurity. The ruler of the United Kingdom of Fódlan went missing a few years back, but she’s alive, and she doesn’t look a day older than she did when Claude last saw her all those decades ago.

That’s not to say she’s unchanged. A lifetime’s worth of decisions, grief, joys, and regrets have transformed them both, and they have a lot to re-learn about each other. In their waning days, the last specimens of a dying breed come together to make sense of the tragedies of their shared past, reflect on the lives they’ve built in the years since, and decide whether the world they’ve helped shape has changed for the better.

[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

[berryblu-arts]

Every time I see you post about or reference one of your ocs, my mind just. crashes. (/pos). I'm in awe of every single one of them. They're all so unique and wonderful. Oh, and don't get me started on their designs!!! I can look at them all day, and I would still ask for more. Ally and Roy imo have the prettiest designs (they're all so devastatingly beautiful, but I think I'd hit the word limit if I were to talk about what I liked in all your ocs!). There's just something about Ally's shiny hair that is so captivating. She looks so soft I wanna hug her asap! And Roy! God bless me with a style as good as his! Brb, lemme just *frames every piece of art you ever posted and hangs it on my walls*

HIIIIII!!! Genuinely cried when I got this ask!! You owe me tissues maaaannnnn 😭😭💕💕💕

AGSHSFSHSFDJAFDJAGDHSGSHAFDHSFDHAGGDDHS So freaking happy you enjoy my kiddos!!! it means the world to me 🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕!!!

Both ally and roy are huggers so youre in luck!!! ...and if I had a single braincell to spare I wouldve doodled ally giving your anon icon a hug, alas I'm completely devoid of complex thoughts sgjsgsjdgs, so you get an oc doodle instead 😅

(That's her sister Lilly ^^, v introverted compared to bubbly and energetic Ally hehe)

Appreciate you so freaking much anon, you don't even *know*!!!!! WAHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭!!!!!!!!!!!

[glitchy-haha]

Lil orange boy.

I might name him Michael (Mike for short) or something but feel free to suggest other names if you want!

I will make his full ref + dream world form (if I decide he should get one) soon hehe

[wanders-in-stars]

"Hey, Tamar," Gore began, "are you familiar with this thing called a chair? Y'know, what most people sit on, instead of tables." She didn't answer the merc; only gave him a wide, wolfish grin. Even in human form, her incisors seemed a little too long, a little too sharp. It should have been disturbing. Yet somehow, it wasn't.

[mad-c1oud]

kinda wanna reblog one of those ask posts if people would be interested….

[sunshineandviolets]

" Petty? Maybe, but throwing shots at them from your alternate account is a surprisingly relaxing form of therapy. You never get too nasty, and you'd never use what you know against them, but childish insults and petty comments are always fun to post. You never claimed to be a perfect person."

Bianca Lewis - Cheng, known as 'Bambi' on stage, is the front woman for Chaos & Catastrophe - a heavy metal rock band. Can come across rather hostile yet humorous when dealing with others. Here for the fame, praise, drama and most importantly to rage.

Romancing: Gina & Victoria (poly route)

[ my final mc for @infamous-if <3!! ]

[ others linked here: Shanaya // Mai // Rahul ]

[archersartcorner]

A WIP of a comic thingy I’m workin on cus I’m impatient. Sometimes you have an OC who’s specifically there to be inserted into universes where Your Blorbo Needs A Therapist. Doc Laanka’s got her work cut out for her with these two…

… kinda.

[anxietyrobot]

there’s nothing funnier than me being like hehe hey guys here’s my new ocs! and then showing yall the bastards from something i was just consuming except slightly to the left

[gaygxnslinger]

i still need to redo my muselists on here and my oc blog,,,

[pumaskulls]

"Your worth is determined by your sacrifices."