#helicopter wip

[kinardsevan]

any other lil snippets or sneak peaks we can get about the helicopter fic?<3

when I tell you I quite literally am not working on this story right now.... like I'm not? I just spent the last 90 minutes writing you this scene. (also if you want teasers for the aneurysm chapter coming next you're gonna have to ask 😂)

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“You’re gonna scream,” Tommy replies. “A lot.” 

A small squeak comes out of Evan; not quite a whimper as much as an understanding of what’s about to happen. He takes a couple of deep breaths as Tommy watches him, and reaches up to shove the fabric between his teeth, nodding when he’s ready… or at least as ready as he’s going to be.

Tommy has to take his own deep breath before he lifts the first axe and then swings it down into the tight, open wedge in the frame to widen it. Evan screams at the jostling, but the first one isn’t bad. 

Once Tommy has the first axe placed as a wedge, he uses the second one as a hammer, deepening the wedge until he’s got enough leverage to do the next part. He glances over his shoulder at Evan, watching him briefly. The blonde is shaking and sweating on the ground, but still somehow keeping it together. 

“I’m really sorry,” Tommy tells him then, his voice trembling. “I’m really, really sorry.” 

He shoves the second axe through the frame as he hangs onto the first, angles both of them, and then pulls. Evan wails, barely deafened by the fabric in his mouth as his feet kick against the ground as the onslaught of fresh blood flow rushes through his arm up to his fingertips until Tommy’s effort has created enough space for his arm to drop through. It’s the kind of wail Tommy only ever usually hears coming from infants. That high-pitched, broken, gut-wrenching kind of cry that starts out full of power and dies into a shaking, breathless sob as Evan’s elbow hits the ground and he curls into himself fully, wrapping himself around the limb to protect it. 

Tommy tosses the axes back to the ground and kneels then, getting down at eye-level with Evan, running a hand through his hair as the blonde sobs from the pain. 

“Okay,” he coaxes gently, continuing to stroke his head. “You’re out. You’re out.” 

Evan doesn’t calm down, and Tommy can’t really blame him. Still, he doesn’t stop working, because they both need him to keep going. He digs through the first aid kit, gathering up the iodine wipes and antibiotic ointment. He goes back into it again a minute later, finding the front pouch of the bag. He’s not even sure if it’s in there—it’s not part of the supply list, but always felt like a smart thing to keep on hand—and he has to fish around for a moment before his fingers wrap around the small case. 

“Evan,” he says softly as he settles back on the snow, unzips the package. His boyfriend looks up at him, still snuffling, still crying. Tommy sets it on the ground at his side, reaching back into the first aid kit for gloves. 

“Tommy,” he whimpers, the no, please no, lacing itself around his name. Tommy locks his jaw, his teeth clenched so tight together at the sound of Evan’s voice that he almost can’t deal with the way this is all making him feel. 

“We can’t leave this open to the elements,” Tommy tells him. “If we were gonna do that, chopping your arm off actually would’ve been the better option.” 

Evan scowls up at him at the suggestion, but it does nothing to stop his tears. He takes a few breaths and slowly pulls his arm away from his body, finally getting the full view of the injury that Tommy has already seen. ‘Open’ doesn’t do it justice. He has tissue and ligament exposure, and the realization of that brings on a fresh round of tears. 

“God damn it,” he cries, holding his arm out towards Tommy. 

Tommy shifts on the ground then, moving one leg over Evan’s arm, above his elbow before resting it on his other thigh, effectively pinning the limb into place. 

“With any luck, you’ll pass out from the pain,” Tommy offers up, as though it makes anything better. Evan shakes his head, just letting the tears flow freely. He doesn’t watch as Tommy wipes his arm down with the iodine wipes, tries not to scream when he uses the antiseptic wipes. Definitely doesn’t pay attention when Tommy threads the needle. 

But even after all that, he can’t stop the way his body tries to thrash off the ground, reach out for the meat of Tommy’s thigh when the needle digs into his forearm, physically bites his boyfriend’s calf as Tommy keeps his arm pinned with both legs. When he’s tied off the first one, he rests a hand inside Evan’s stinging, throbbing palm, lets him squeeze for a few moments until the worst of the pain has passed. When Evan lets go, he readjusts the needle, starts the process again, tries his best to ignore the agonizing screams coming from the man he loves next to him.

Evan doesn’t stay awake through the rest of it. 

[2-eeillustration]

TF x OC universe crossover design Ratchet WIP 🚁🔥

[bigfootsmom]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @try-set-me-on-fire, @mellaithwen, @tizniz, @homerforsure, @princessfbi,

@hoodie-buck , @loserdiaz <3 <3 <3

i have not written much but here's a bit from helicopter crash:

“Hey, no, no— None of that. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.” Tommy taps Evan’s cheek, holding his face between his palms once again. He’s afraid to let go.  A hurt noise rattles from somewhere within Evan’s chest, a wounded bird beating against the bars of his ribcage. “Tom–Tommy?”  “Right here, kid,” Tommy murmurs, swiping his thumbs over the high points of Evan’s cheeks. Evan’s eyes are unfocused, gaze drifting around the cockpit as he struggles to find the source of Tommy’s voice. Tommy’s stomach twists into a painful knot. That doesn’t bode well for the lack of a head injury. Tommy gently tilts Evan’s head so he’s directly facing him. He can see the moment that Evan finally finds him. His face twists in concern, brows knotting together with worry and his lips dip down into a tremulous frown.  “Y’okay? Wha’ happened?” Evan slurs, shifting in the harness as a clumsy arm comes up. Tommy thinks he’s aiming for his face, but Evan misses by a mile, heavy hand glancing off of Tommy’s elbow.  Tommy catches his hand, lowering it back down. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he says, ribs twinging.

tags <3

@usersiren, @honestlydarkprincess, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @bibuddie,

@underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @monsterrae1, @devirnis, @giddyupbuck

@bisexual-buck, @maygrantgf, @boykisserbuckley, @icarusbuck, @eddiebabygirldiaz

@smallandalmosthonest, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @loveyouanyway, @watchyourbuck, and YOU if you're reading this and want to post something!!

[driftsart]

Wip: Decepticon Medics

This is just a sketch and I'll make them look a bit cleaner but I intend to finish it soon =D

Knockout's the lead medic/surgeon, Breakdown's the assistant, and Thundercracker handles all the medical technology :>

[3twindragons]

Winteriron/ if they met during the first iron man movie.

[theotherbuckley]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🚁

He sees it happening on the news.

He wonders if this was what it was like for Ali and Maddie when the ladder truck landed on his leg.

He thinks if he’d had to choose he’d choose another fire truck falling on him than the immense grief and fear that radiates from his chest like a bullet wound.

One minute he’s calling everyone over to watch the television because “Look! That’s my boyfriend flying that helicopter!” And then the next minute he’s paralysed, stuck staring at the TV as that same aircraft falls from the sky, helpless to do anything but watch.

Of course Taylor Kelly is reporting, but Buck can’t hear the words she’s saying. There’s a ringing in his ears that only seems to get louder and louder as he sees the helicopter crash somewhere in the distance.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, soft words spoken into his ear. He’s being directed towards the couch. He sits when prompted. But he stays stuck, eyes never leaving the television screen.

Tags under cut:

Tagged by: @wikiangela and @bidisasterevankinard 💜

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[carlyraejepsans]

Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumble of annoyance. For a second, the red glow in their eye grew faint. "Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you an ache in the neck." It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.

Sans wakes up late into the night and sees something he shouldn't have.

[joonsbubu]

wip ill never finish sorry

[evanbi-ckley]

things i do not need: more wip ideas

and yet

[typicalopposite]

Up late the night before once again! getting this up before anyone can tag me :)

And for my snippet I give you the one thing I just don’t think this fandom can get enough of 😂😂 whether we write it a million different ways or the same exact way a million different times!

(From the angsty break up/helicopter crash fic under the cut cause its a little long!)

Buck is running blind. He knows that. The forest is massive and his chances of getting lost are far higher than his chances of actually finding Tommy.  But he has to try.  He runs until he loses track of which way he’s going; until the land is no longer flat that he is running on, and he is leaping over fallen trees and boulders and brush; until his legs—specifically his bad leg—are burning and aching and ready to give out… but then he just pushes himself to run faster.  And as if by some miracle… he finds it. Off a little ways in the distance—just as Buck is about ready to give up, or at least slow down—he spots the helicopter. Part of the propeller is broken off, the front window is busted out, the tail is snapped in half… and it’s caught on the branches of a tree, about thirty feet above the ground. “Oh god…” Buck gasps. The helicopter is tilting and the door has fallen open. “Tommy.”  He is hunched over, seemingly unconscious… possibly worse—Buck can’t let his mind go there, not yet. He has to stay focused because Tommy is nearly hanging out of the open door. All he is being held in by is the single strap across his chest. He tries to pick up speed, but his legs are so tired. He screams at them—at himself—to go, move, run faster. He has to get to Tommy. He has to save him. He has no idea how.  “I— I’m coming!” He screams. It’s doubtful that it’s heard; between the noises all around him, and the fact that Tommy is not alert, Buck is sure he didn’t hear— Tommy moves. He groans. “Tommy,” Buck says, barely above a whisper. He thinks there’s no way he is heard that time but then Tommy’s head lifts, his eyes instantly meet with Buck’s. Tommy’s face is covered in blood and so swollen one eye is completely closed; and yet he smiles. He looks directly at Buck and a wave of relief seems to wash over him. Like just seeing Buck has made what is an incredibly dire situation into a simple walk in the park.  He shifts, and the helicopter creaks. The limit that  tension being put on the belt can take is being tested. “T- Tommy! Tommy, don't move!” Buck screams; reality rushing back to him as he tries again to somehow get more momentum into his feet so he gets there faster.  “E- Evan…” Tommy calls out to him, and Buck suddenly loves his name. He swears he will call and thank his parents for giving him that name and even allow them to use it again. If he can just reach the tree and get Tommy out safe.  Buck mentally pleads with his legs to move faster. He has no idea what he’s going to do; he will climb the tree if he has to, get to the helicopter and carry Tommy down on his back… if that’s what it takes. He doesn’t care. He will do anything. He’s so close.  There’s another creak.  A snap.  The belt goes slack. It no longer matters how fast Buck runs… there is nothing he can do. Tommy falls from the helicopter—his hands frantically reaching around, trying to grab something—and he collides with the ground just as Buck reaches the tree.

yeahhhhh! she's gonna be a ride <3

throwing out these no pressure tags for @onthewaytosomewhere, @scripted-downfall, @taste-thewaste, @luainthewild, @meraki-yao, @adreamareads, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, @30somethingautisticteacher and anyone else who wants to join in! <3

[thestonecuttersguild]

Workbench Wednesday!

It's been a minute, but here we go. Been working on this Huey this week. It's a very different challenge to working on an airplane. This is more like an armor kit that airplanes are. It's inside out, meaning that the interior will be on full display. Makes painting and filling tricky, since I'm painting everything ahead of time, and then going back for touch ups after sanding and filling. This thing will be nothing bust masking when it comes time for clear coats.

[kinardsevan]

also...whoever keeps hitting me up for the helicopter wip...

you can message me without anon 😂 i'll love you as much in the light as i do in the dark 😂😂😂

(maybe i'm just nosy about who wants more)

[minimindi]

Chaperoning the Yule Ball -WIP

Divorced Malfoy (40) and widowed Granger (41) agree to chaperone the annual Yule Ball for their children's 4th year at Hogwarts. I kinda love writing for older versions of our childhood characters!

Excerpt: (Hermione's POV)

“I suppose I shall endeavor to be a better helicopter parent, shall I? Realistically though I’d say the odds of me learning the fine art of subtly at this point in my life to be less than zero. What if I watch out for your kid and you watch out for mine?” she asked.

“Twenty points to Gryffindor for your self awareness. Okay we can swap kids for this evening. Mine is not allowed to go into the gardens with anyone besides Albus. And he’s not to take a drink from anyone except Rose or Albus. What are your rules for Rose?”

“Wait, you’re going to allow him to go into the gardens with Albus?! Malfoy! They’ll end up snogging at the very least!” she exclaimed.

“It would be about time too. He’s wanted to kiss him for years now, though he thinks no one knows. I need for him to get on with it already so that I can stop seeing him make those ridiculous love-sick eyes at the Potter boy. But he’s not to leave the Great Hall with anyone else. Knowing Scorp like I do, he’ll end up in a kiss that he doesn’t want if he leaves with someone else. Well, except for your daughter. Neither of them are interested in each other in that way I suppose. Okay, he can leave the Hall with Rose too.”

“Kissing is just where it starts, Malfoy! If you let them go out there it won’t be long before kissing escalates to other things.”

“My goodness Granger, what on earth did you do in the Hogwarts gardens?!” Malfoy asked with a smirk and a chuckle. She rose up to the balls of her feet to get a better angle before swinging her hand at his shoulder. “Ow! Merlin’s tits woman, we’re not thirteen anymore. Stop hitting me!”

For an older version of Draco & Hermione I'm thinking of Tom Felton & Emmy Rossum

[bigfootsmom]

tease/tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by the lovely and wonderful @devirnis, @smallandalmosthonest, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @tizniz <3 <3 <3

Here’s a little bit more from the helicopter crash fic (i promise they’re both gonna live…they just get a little tenderized first)

The space is cramped, Evan’s knees pressing against Tommy’s chest, but Tommy crowds in as close as he can get. “Hey, hey— Evan, c’mon, I need you to wake up.”

Tommy taps his cheek, smoothing his limp hair back from his forehead, spreading more blood across Evan’s skin. There isn’t even a flutter of his lashes, Evan’s head heavy between Tommy’s hands.

“Evan! Come on, you gotta wake up, kid.” Tommy can hear the hysteria creeping into his voice, the panic rising up the back of his throat.

Letting Evan’s head rest back against his shoulder, Tommy switches tactics, frantically tearing at the opening of Evan’s jacket. “Baby, don’t do this to me— come on,” Tommy begs, dragging his knuckles over Evan’s chest, the thin fabric of his cotton t-shirt bunching up with each rough swipe.

Evan’s face scrunches up, eyes rolling under his eyelids, but he remains a deadweight in the harness. “Come on, come on, come on—”

It has to hurt, the way he digs his knuckles into Evan’s sternum, but Tommy doesn’t stop, ruthlessly rubbing at Evan’s chest as he watches his face for any change. Finally, Evan shifts, lips pursing as he groans and Tommy feels like he could cry from relief as hazy blue eyes blink open.

“Hey— there you are! There you go, Evan. Good job, baby— that’s it,” Tommy encourages, pressing his palm over Evan’s chest.

Tags <3

@usersiren , @honestlydarkprincess, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @bibuddie

@underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @giddyupbuck, @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz

@shyaudacity, @try-set-me-on-fire, @homerforsure, @mellaithwen, @princessfbi

@buddie-buddie, @boykisserbuckley, @icarusbuck, @maygrantgf, @bisexual-buck

@housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @watchyourbuck, @loveyouanyway, and YOU if you want to post something!

[smilingberryy]

WIP of the Darling animation meme

Just the rough sketch alone I feel so proud of this, decided once I heard the audio I thought why not use the meme to introduce the general story outline/refined bits of another JSAB au of mine called Jsab: Regret!

[thetruearchmagos]

Hello! Would you mind telling me a bit about aviation in your setting? I'd love to hear about it. (happy new year's, by the way!)

Hello, Blog O' Mystery, and thank you for the Ask!

So... The history of aviation in the 12 Worlds is a long, long story. As is the case with basically every 'history of X technology' in the Setting, aviation develops differently almost anywhere you look, in fits and starts at various points and in different ways. Even within the United Commonwealth, different member states will have developed their own concept of aviation in different ways before joining the UC, at least in its early history.

There is at least one specific point I can think of which is at least a little interesting, and unique to the 12 Worlds.

The invention of powered flight in the 12 Worlds would not come with the invention of the fixed wing airplane. Instead, various societies across the 12 Worlds would have had access to the mystical mineral resource known in the modern day as 'Aerium'. Most would never unlock its true potential beyond its use as a pretty rock, but as modern industry and science came to the 12 Worlds the exploitation of Aerium would shape the very worlds.

Aircraft were, comparably, a more recent phenomenon, and at the time of their introduction scene as a far less mature technology. Their main advantage over Aeroships would be speed, but it would be some years before aircraft designs were good enough to make that the case. Some states would adopt aircraft quickly, while others would maintain their air fleets as if they didn't exist.

In the modern day, aeroships and aircraft coexist, the latter filling roles the former can't where endurance and sheer cargo capacity are called for. The existence of aeroships has mostly pushed any research into rotor craft to the wayside, seeming to fill the same theoretical niche better while being simpler, proven machines.

Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina @nerdexer @hessdalen-globe @caxycreations @coffeexafterxmidnight @lividdreamz