#guys I'm obsessed with my wip

[incomingplottwist]

If this was set in the world of my wip Moira, healers would've decimated their opponent if worse came to worse. Their powers work on the principle that they must absorb energy to be able to give it to others and while the easiest way is flora (using fauna is frowned upon), environmental protection laws prevent them from causing mass destruction of natural ecology tho and sort of places a limit on their power. So it's pretty common for healers to maintain greenhouses or to have big gardens near archaic hospitals to circumvent these concerns. I could go on about illegal fight rings and the black market but I won't because well I'd be rambling for days and I- ok just wanna conclude that if a healer was in such a position, I'm pretty sure the opponents would get wrecked 🫡

but in general as well, healers are awesome and should not be underestimated!!! learning to heal also means learning to do the opposite if needed :)

You’re the healer of the group. The rest of the party has always treated you like you’re made of glass. You were content to stay out of their way and let them do their thing. Until they all got downed leaving you the only one standing. That’s when you show them how deadly healing magic can be.

[toaster-fire-art]

Hi! I got supper busy! and by busy I mean injured.

I'm fine but hey happy trans visiblity day!

totally unrelated but I have just been laying around distracting myself so now I have decided to once again draw a cast line up. All the martial gods for now, since I got to tweaking up the QYZ and YY one I'd already done and redoing my awfully huge poster thing I started like 4 years ago now. Doing it this way is more fulfilling to me, maybe one day I'll return to it but not now.

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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[cringetownusa]

noir max noir max noir max noir max my tablet screen stopped working so here's all these and an unfinished sketch page. plus a western au max from the disc (if u see this lmk and i'll @ u)

[insomniiuh]

more Killian sketches... i'm deeply obsessed with him... he's so shaped... URGHHGH evil man has my brain in his clutches...

[mkstrigidae]

Another rough Winter's Child WIP sketch of Sansa in the Godswood, because that's all i've been able to do lately 😅

[jtownraindancer]

scribbling out some stuff for my coma!dream fic and so far it's mostly buck angrily following around Not-Bobby like:

[nanamugu]

ngl I'm lowkey feeling like my dragon ball hyper fixation might be coming to an end, wich I mean it was to be expected considering it started back in March but ugh I really don't want to get obsessed with something else just yet)))))))):

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Guess what?

I just came up with more

Fantasy politics

💖💖💖

[daringyounggrayson]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[encrucijada]

i hope u know ur greek tragedy characters have been living rent free in my brain i’m obsessed with them

[madewithonerib]

When Evil Comes To Take Your Soul | Manis Friedman

I'm going to have to hear this like a hundred more times

[thelittlestspider]

i wonder which of my wips is people's favorite

[chronic-silliness]

Another dead drop, another target. This time it was Ungolim, a wood elf by the look of him. Leoart lurked in the shadows of the night. Ungolim, the poor, unsuspecting fool, was kneeled infront of the Lucky Old Lady statue. Unsheathing his blade, Leoart approached. Each step he took was deathly silent. As quiet as the Void itself. Raising his dagger above the Bosmer's head, Leoart plunged the blade into the former's neck. He went out quickly, but a bit too loud for Leoart's taste.

"Another dead drop, another target." He thought. That was, until a familiar voice yelled out.

"No! No, I'm too late! I thought I could get here in time, thought I could stop you! By Sithis, what have you done? What madness has claimed you?" Enraged, Lucein confronted the Breton, who stood like a deer in magelights.

"I-I was just following orders.." Leoart tried to blurt out, but before he could answer, Lucien spoke again.

"You have betrayed me, you have betrayed the Dark Brotherhood! Why? I am here to end your miserable life, to… But… I can see the confusion in your eyes. You… You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Does anyone want to see my stupid little Lucien Lachance x Oc fanfic I'm working on? it's during the "A Kiss Before Dying" quest

[mandukkul]

Hiii ♡♡♡

I have been obsessed with the bf texts (I'm hooked onto them rn) but this is my first time asking for an actual fic so the anxiety is absolutely killing me 😨

But anyways, could I request ot7 enha texts with a s/o who gets mood swings? (Totally not because I get them all the time 🤭)

But thank you and I hope to see more and I love your work ♥︎

MOOD SWINGS (?) — ot7

synopsis: your boyfriend experiences the various mood swings of his precious girlfriend

tags: ot7 x f!reader (separate), fluff, crack, established relationship warnings: spelling and grammar errors, not proofread, swearing (i think), mention of sex and cheating in sunghoon's, kys joke in ni-ki's, bickering, ooc because im a bit rusty

reblogs + comments appreciated

authors note: BRO IM SORRYY IVE BEEN MIAA (ive been lurkimg but lost all motivation) BUT IM BACK!!! currently sitting in one of my lectures rn doing this instead of paying attention. I WANT TO BE MORE ACTIVE SO IM ATTEMPTING TO DO SOOOO. (stem is not for me)

희승 | heeseung

rest under cut

제이 | jay

데잌크 | jake

성훈 | sunghoon

선우 | sunoo

정윈 | jungwon

니키 | ni-ki

author's note pt.2: GUYS IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY FOR DISAPEARING I THINK I WAS JUST. BIT OVERWHELMEDD!!! I APPREICATE ALLL THE SUPPORT AND FOLLOWRS AND COMNENT AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!! i love you guys so much and YOUUU match my freaK!!!! my long long ni-ki oneshot is so far behind. anyways enjoy!!! hopefully i can complete the rest of my wips and drafts

[french-goodbye]

please never fall in love again

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: dating steve harrington is hard, especially when girls keep hitting on him.

notes: i wrote this a while ago but eventually forgot about it in the midst of all my wips lol. title from the song please never fall in love again by ollie mn.

you stare at the back of your boyfriend's head with narrowed eyes and your chin resting on your hands, an anger you know you shouldn't be feeling boiling beneath the surface of your skin. he, of course is none the wiser, as he is to most things, just chatting with eddie completely carefree by the bar.

you love steve harrigton, you really do. you think you fell in love with him on your first date and never really fell out of it. you've already planned your whole life with him, from getting married and having kids to growing old with him and sitting side by side on a wrap around porch. he's sweet, kind, he's great with kids and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes and great in bed.

his biggest flaw, however, is not exactly his fault. the worst thing about dating steve harrigton is the amount of women who hit on him on a daily basis. whether it's old ladies at the grocery store telling him he looks like their dead husbands or bored soccer moms looking for a little thrill or, the worst of all, the girls your age who slip him their phone number in old receipts over the counter at family video. these women are always there, like blood sniffing sharks, somehow finding a way to make a suggestive comment or a flirty joke.

most of the time, it doesn't really bother you even when it does happen in front of you. steve's the kind of guy who'd never cheat on you, simply because of who he is and how obsessed with you he is. sometimes, however, they can get a little too close and personal and you can't help but wish steve was a little less attractive. just a little.

and it's not that you don't trust him either, he's always quick and firm to shut them down when it happens. it's that they're the ones you don't trust, the girls with big permed blonde hair and fake tans and bright pink lipstick who look at you disdainfully when they realize you're together because they can barely take their eyes off of him for long enough to notice you're standing right next to him.

you're out at a bar celebrating jonathan's birthday when it happens this time, steve and eddie having offered to get everyone another round, the two of them leaning against the bar talking while they wait when a girl from the booth in the corner approaches them. she's clearly a little bit more than tipsy and obviously focused on steve as she talks to them, avidly taking him in and resting her hand on his forearm. he doesn't even blink, just smoothly leans away from her and tells her something that makes her leave as fast as she arrived.

you can barely hear nancy as she complains about her male coworkers on her summer job, as you heatedly stare at his stupidly nice hair and broad shoulders as your boyfriend laughs at something eddie said, hand scratching his neck. you're still watching him with scrunched eyebrows and a sour expression when you feel robin poking your cheek, making you look at her and gently slap her hand away.

"why are you poking me?"

"why are you staring at steve like he kicked your puppy?" she asks, frowning, looking back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"i'm not" she gives you a flat look with raised brows. "fine," you huff. "why do women always hit on him? we can't take him anywhere"

"no idea, you tell me"

"urgh" you groan, throwing your arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder. "god, i hate men"

"amen sister" you hang onto her for a second as she takes a noisy sip of her empty drink through her straw and taps your back sympathetically a few times before gently pushing you away as steve and eddie walk back to your table, drinks in hands and still chatting distractedly.

she softly claps her hands, enthusiastically and telling you a quiet "yay" as she turns back to nancy and jonathan, as the two argue wether or not their coworkers are sexist (they totally are).

you're still laughing at robin's drunken antics when steve comes to your side again and sets your new drink on the table in front of you, resting his hand on your lower back. you let him but when he leans over you to press a kiss to your hair, you promptly dodge away from him and out of his reach. from the corner of your eye, you can see how he frowns at that and silently watches you for a second as you pretend to listen to what nancy says.

his hand on your lower back climbs all the way up to the back of your neck so he turn your head his away, forcing you to look at his big brown eyes staring at you like you just kicked his puppy and you almost feel guilty. almost.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

you shrug, "nothing's wrong."

"are you mad at me or something?"

"no" you slowly shake your head in negative, shrugging.

"gimme a kiss then" he rests one of his hands on your face tilting your head his way while the other on your neck guides your face to his. you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek and look away, accidentally making eye contact with the girl who just hit on him. she's watching the two of you, quickly looking away when she notices she was caught staring.

"you saw that, huh" he tells you, hands settling on your waist instead so he can look at you.

"hard not to" you huff, picking invisible lint from your pants.

"then you know nothing happened"

"of course i know that, i trust you" you complain as you roll your eyes and gesticulate to show your frustration "but i-it just makes so insanely angry when they touch you like that, like they have any right to-" you stop your ranting mid sentence when you realize the look on his face. "what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"nothing" he clears his throat and looks down to uselessly smooth non existing wrinkles on your top. you watch him though narrowed eyes and gasp when it hits you, making him look at you again. "what?"

"you like it when i'm jealous" you accuse, lightly poking his chest.

"no, i don't"

"yes, you do. i can't believe i never noticed it before" you huff an incredulous laugh, remembering all the times girls hit on him in front of you and he said nothing but affirmations of how much he's in love with you and how he could never want somebody else, acting more attentive and affectionate than usual later, pressing you against his body and kissing kissing kissing you until he was the only thing on your mind.

"okay, it's not what you're thinking" he replies running a hand through his hair nervously.

"what am i thinking, harrington?" you ask, lifting one eyebrow as a smirk makes it's way to your lips.

"it's not an ego thing" you laugh softly at him, letting your fingers run soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, finally giving into the temptation to get your hands on him. "it's just- i like knowing how much you want me just for yourself, how much you care about me."

you stare at him for a moment, taking in his sincere brown eyes and his fluffy hair, feeling impossibly endeared by the boy in front of you. he fidgets under your stare, so you smooth your hands down his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt.

"well, i do care... a lot" you tell him, pretending to be coy and batting your eyelashes at him. "but it's not like i blame her"

"what?" he looks at you blankly, confused.

"i mean, look at you" you pull him closer and then closer still, still smirking. "those nice brown eyes, the pretty hair, those shoulders... nevermind how much of a charmer you are. damn harrington, no wonder women keep throwing themselves at you."

"babe" he groans embarrassedly, "they're not throwing themselves-" he dramatically drops his forehead on your shoulder making you laugh at his discomfort, letting brown strands of hair slip through your fingers as you comfortingly pet his hair and he squeezes your waist in reprimand.

"it's true!"

he pulls you closer by the grip he has on your waist and burrows his face in the crook of your neck in lieu of an answer. you let him have it even though you would like to see his face and the way his blush is probably spreading from his cheek to his neck and rest your chin into his shoulder as you hug him.

"but one of these days i'll have to step in and defend your honor"

"please don't" he pulls away and cups your neck, thumbs brushing your cheek and staring at you disapprovingly, his eyelashes touching at the corners, the hint of a smile still on his face.

"i don't know, maybe i'll have to challenge them to a duel to the death" you disagree and look at him from under your eyelashes. he gives you an affectionate look that'd make you nauseous were it not directed at you and presses a long lingering kiss to your lips.

"shut up" he whispers against your lips. you gladly do, at least until eddie and robin start throwing balled up paper napkins at your head. it's worth it though.