#dry as a bone

[beckettj]

Dry as a Bone - a CS New Year Fanfic

Happy New Year everyone!

Silly little new year fic below, randomly inspired by work-related research I was doing.

1789 words.

At the strike of midnight the new year begins and Emma has a challenge proposal for Killian.

Available on: AO3 FFN

Snippet below:

Dry as a Bone

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

“Happy New Year!”

Cries rippled out throughout Granny’s where the residents of Storybrooke had all gathered to see in the new year together. Despite the place being packed, Killian’s attention was fixed solely on one person; the very woman whose green eyes were locked with his blue ones. He hooked her red leather jacket in well-rehearsed fashion, taking care so not to cause any damage, and pulled her in close. His right hand cupped her face, her skin warm against his touch, as her own hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Start every year as you wish to end it; together. It had yet to fail them. Curses, fairies and evil had yet to break the magic of a simple new year tradition.

[poetrythreesixfive]

Dry as a Bone

It hasn’t rained in forever,

October as dry as a bone,

the first time it’s ever been never,

it hasn’t rained in forever

as if someone switched off the lever

that makes the rain leave us alone;

it hasn’t rained in forever,

October as dry as a bone.

-GeorgeFilip

[whats-in-a-sentence]

A great stone monster with wide-spread wings stood with its mouth open and you could still see a bit of piping in the back of its mouth, out of which the water used to pour. Under it was a wide stone basin to hold the water; but it was as dry as a bone.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew" - C. S. Lewis

[pricetagged]

idk I just torturing simon and I love the idea of him—at some stage of his life, idk maybe immediately after he's declared dead— not having anywhere to stay.

His residence in Manchester got gutted and sold, greedy estate agents and solicitors picking it apart as soon as they got the death notice.

He could rent hotel rooms. Stay in the barracks. But sometimes he just needs—space. Familiarity. Simon Riley is dead and buried, but not buried deep enough.

So he goes back to his old house. He knows every nook and cranny. Knows which floorboards creak and which doors get stuck. He'll just cosy away in the attic and come out when the new tenant is at work, no problem. Barracks-living, only the other person won't know. It'll only be for a few weeks at a time—

—but he catches sight of you. The new tenant. Sweet little thing who saw the ugly, empty shell and decided it was for her.

Not a lot of money, no. But you've tried to make a home here. Decorated over the gouges and scars, filled the empty spaces with little signs of life.

You've taken such good care of the place. You're taking such good care of it, all by yourself. Off to work in the morning, and home late at night when it's far too dark and he knows the latch isn't as secure as it should be —kicked and shouldered too many times when his mum would work the courage to kick out his da—

So you need him. You're not saying it in words, but what is he meant to think when he sees how you leave the windows open all through the day and night? When you shuffle about on your weekends with only a playlist or podcast for company?

You need him. Good thing he's already there.

Go read this thing by gougie if u like the 'there's someone living here' thing - they do it sooooo much better

[iheartmothz]

DGAHB weiss

[wibblus]

i made a him

was a fun little project to dabble in, i'm officially back in the mario 64 brain abjkfsdbg

(if you want to play with the guy, he's made for sm64-excoop, check out the Character Select mod github page, featuring how to use these and all my (and others') character mod links in the Pack Catalog :3)

[winstein-nin]

Mushroom Kingdom pop quiz - Wrong Answers only!

Back when I was at school, certain multiple choice questions got a kick out of me. Thus, the idea is to basically take the concept of finding humour in the wrong choices and making it into something amusing.

Initially, I only did the third one, the Wario, Mario, and Waluigi one, but when I noticed that the source has four more questions, and each of them has potential for a funny outcome, I decided to expand the idea into something more.

I hope this makes your day! It was a lot of effort to make it look as authentic as possible.

Thank you for reading.

[gunsatthaphan]

#petition to release the frog jump 🐸

[ordinarykeys]

Some little Supah Mahrioh guys!

I wanted to make some Mario characters in the style of the Sonic Teams I did a few years ago. They were a lot of fun to make, and I'll probably get around to make some more soon.

Hopefully I'll get to add them to the shop soon! As well as reopen the shop soon!

If there's any characters you want to see next let me know and I might add it to the list!

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/81300550

Guess what I saw during the weekend and had to draw as soon as I got home? It's a fun movie and do recommend! Would watch again! 

Also, I've been a Bowuigi fan for years, but never got the motivation to draw them...UNTIL NOW.

[2dmarioart]

nintendo pinterest

happy halloween!

[beckettj]

Find the Words Tag Game

Tagged By: @laianely - thank you! Rules: Find the words in all your current WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own words. My Words: Lips, anger, confusion

I stuck to just three WIPs - The Huntsman (snippets in here from across lots of future chapters), A Hell of A Ride (which is a CS fic, despite what the passage below may suggest) and a follow up to Dry as a Bone (which I had no intention of following up until inspiration hit at 1am last night, leading to a few hundred words getting thrown together).

Lips The Huntsman (Hit the jackpot here.) Her lips parted slightly, as if encouraging him, inviting him. They looked so soft, so red, so warm; his thoughts wondered - as they often had in his younger days, hours spent staring at that photograph - to how her lips would feel against his. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest; he had waited for the nearing moment for so long.

He waited no longer. His lips crashed passionately against hers, simultaneously sending electricity coursing through his veins. He allowed himself to get lost in her mouth, the faint taste of cinnamon unfamiliarly sweet, fuelling his craving for her. His heart danced in his chest; her body pressed against his the way their lips clung together, her hand brushing against his jaw as she reached for his hair the same way her tongue brushed against his lips as their kiss deepened, grew more demanding, more desperate for the moment to last.

A Hell of a Ride The elevator was taking too long. The foyer was empty. She pulled him in for a quick kiss, a taste of what was to come. The elevator pinged the very moment of their lips meeting and she stepped back, smiling seductively at Neal; there was a lot more where that came from. She grabbed his jacket, pulling him into the empty elevator with her. The doors shut and he was on her in a flash, his hands cupping her face as they carried on where they’d left off, deepening and exploring their connection.

The elevator pinged.

“That was fast,” Emma murmured against his lips.

The elevator ride was never that smooth, let alone that fast.

Dry as a Bone follow-up “Today is the last day of January,” he filled her in.

Halle-bloody-lujah.

It had been a long, long month but he had made it to the end. Almost. Just sixteen more hours to go – not that he was on a countdown or anything. He could already taste the sweet, home comforts of rum on his parched lips. A few more hours forgoing his burning cravings and he would stand victorious.

Anger The Huntsman “Killian,” Liam’s voice was softer, desperate, barely more than a whisper. “Please, please, just come to the jeep with me now.”

Killian squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to. He wanted so badly to go to the jeep, to leave the unnatural stronghold behind them but the more he thought about his father, the more the anger rose up inside him. His dad would never leave him, he knew that for sure, just as he also knew Liam would never let them leave their father behind. It meant only one thing; Silver had taken him from them.

Confusion The Huntsman (Double whammy here with two of the three words. Very short snippet because… spoilers!) “You’re not going to shoot me, Killian,” the Hatter sounded bored. “I know you.”

Any anger which had melted away in his confusion soared back through his veins. His grip tightened around the gun, preparing himself for the recoil, and he fired.

Tagging: @mie779 @snowbellewells @zaharadessert with lost, believe and heart

[xxautumnivyxx]

Please excuse me for the next 24-48 hours as I had a dry needling session to help alleviate the chronic pain in my shoulder and neck from the stenosis and boy howdy the emotional and physical release responses are a lit af rodeo.

Also there’s a video so maybe I’ll post it later.

[drygutsandhollowbones]

Weiss: Stupid Jaune, stupid dragging me out here…

Weiss: I should be with Ruby… but nooo. He says that this is far more important.

Weiss: Whatever it is, it’d better be worth it.

Weiss: I mean, I trust Jaune — sort of — he wouldn’t drag me out here without reason.

Weiss: There has to be a reason.

Weiss: But it’s Jaune. He’s not really the type to think… rationally.

Weiss: And I understand if he wanted to talk to someone about Pyrrha, but why couldn’t it be in a safer place?

Weiss: …

Weiss: Please don’t make me regret coming out here, Jaune…

Weiss: I need to stop talking to myself… I sound insane. 

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[justvisitingthisplanet]

Got my hands on a new piece I am very excited to welcome to my collection

A complete reeves’s muntjac buck skull!

Muntjac are native to southern and southeastern Asia, but this little fella came from the UK where they are an invasive species. They are few and far between here in the states, I am so lucky I came across him.

The most obvious feature on these guys are their tusks. The forests are very thick where they are native to, where big long antlers would be too much of a hassle to move through the dense brush. Instead of big antlers to spar other males with, muntjac evolved tusks. Mature bucks can be seen with scared faces and tattered ears from these face-offs. The tusks are also semi-retractable!

[iheartmothz]

dgahb au neoooooo. girl who is the horrors <3