#hope you like the sneak peak :^)

[effen-draws]

A doodle for chapter 5 of my swap fic! It’s karaoke time, lads:-]

[abyssalic]

putting on my big squeaky clown shoes as i manifest my 4th au and get more content done for it than the ones ive been working on for a year and a half!!!

[chrono-art]

A very sketchy and experimental resh'an I did about a month ago ⌛️

[plzhearmeout]

for @broadsdrinkwhisky , a sneak peak at my sandorxoc fic:

Reina whipped around, swinging the dagger with all her might, but a large hand latched around her wrist. "You'll have to do better than that, little lamb." Sandor towered over her, bloodied and sweating, the smell of wine on his breath. She could have gone slack with relief, and yet there was a feral look to the man before her that set her on edge. The battle must have been unspeakably brutal to leave Sandor Clegane wild eyed as a caged dog, and if Reina had learned anything, it was that dogs with that look tended to bite.

"Scared, little lamb?" Sandor stumbled as she pulled her wrist from his grasp. She raised her chin. She could feel Sansa trembling behind her, and maybe the girl was right to be afraid, maybe Reina should have cowered before the Hound as everyone else did, but she couldn't find it within herself to fear a man with such sadness in his eyes.

[writing-whump]

okay request about my specialest babygirl, I'd love to know more of Matt's backstory!

Maybe a fever having him spill to Zaya and Sel?

Fever revelations

"Stay still," Matew grumbled against his shoulder.

"You are heavy," Isaiah protested with a fond smile.

Matthew was surprisingly clingy, when he was feverish. The redhead came home all sluggish and tired and Isaiah knew something was up before he napped through the afternoon. No surprise that when he woke up, he was shivering, flushed and more grumbly than usual.

Isaiah wanted to let him sleep in peace, but Matthew followed him around the kitchen like a lost puppy, blanket halfheartedly clutched around his shoulders. So Isaiah settled for the couch, Matthew a living furnace beside him, leaning against his shoulder under a heap of blankets while he trembled with chills.

"You guys watching something fun?" Seline's voice came from the staircase as she walked down.

She raised her eyebrows at them. "Cuddle session without me?"

Isaiah snickered.

Matthew got even more red than he was already, which was impressive. "We- this- ufff. This is not cuddling!"

He gave her an indignant stare. Would have been more effective if his eyes weren't so glassy, his nose wasn't running and his body was all but glued to Isaiah side for additional warmth.

"Matthew's sick," Isaiah explained.

"How do you always catch everything that comes through town?" Seline complained, sitting down beside Matthew on the sofa with a huff.

"As if I had any say in it."

"Well, hurry up and get better. It's just a week until Christmas!"

Matthew rolled his eyes, then sneezed loudly.

Seline grimaced. "Bless you. But you could at least cover your mouth."

"If you covered yours, I might not have ended u-"

Isaiah shook his head in exasperation, tugging Matthew closer against him, disturbing his equilibrium enough for him to cut himself off.

It seemed Seline and Matthew figured out a way to talk through awkward situations. Not that there was anything all that nice about it, but it put them both at ease and Isaiah knew nothing serious was up if they kept it up.

Matthew sneezed again, hugging himself. Isaiah adjusted the blanket so it covered him up to his neck.

Seline got up. "I'll make you some tea. You too, Isaiah?"

Isaiah nodded in thanks.

"What do you two always have with the tea? It's not a miracle cure," Matthew murmured under his nose. He was shivering, but sweating simultaneously, his brows and upper leap covered in it, dark red hair plastered to the back of his neck.

"It's healing herbs, warmth for your organism and it makes us feel like we are helping," Seline said cheekily from the kitchen as she put the water to boil.

Matthew rolled his eyes, then sagged against the sofa, rubbing at his temples.

"Don't do that," Isaiah chastised, "you will just make yourself dizzy."

"Already did," Matthew whined, pressing his forehead against Isaiah's neck and shoulder. "What the hell is a fever even for? I could handle the sniffles and the raw throat, but not being able to move because my body weights a ton doesn't make sense."

"It's fighting the virus inside you and making you rest. Or do you mean to claim you would not go for your run and then to the gym, if you only had the sniffles?"

"Tsk. Sniffles wouldn't stop me. Not a weakling..."

Isaiah just shook his head again, arm propped around the sofa where Matthew was leaning. Not quite snuggling, but opening the possibility.

Matthew sagged against him, grumbling something in gibberish as his voice trailed away.

Seline came with a tray of tea and cups, making a displeased pout, though her eyes were sparkling. "He didn't make it that long, huh?"

"Maybe better without the tea," Isaiah said, cupping the side of Matthew's face that was still hidden against his neck. "His fever is real high."

"Should I get him some cold compress? Thermometer? Or outright with the ibuprofen?"

Isaiah bit his lip in worry. It wasn't such a big thing. Matthew was strong, uninjured, safe and at home. Nothing that bad was happening. His chest still twisted in worry, like ants crawling down his ribs. "Maybe everything?"

Seline huffed, leaning over to kiss the top of Isaiah's head before going to collect the items.

In a few minutes, all three of them were settled on the couch, Matthew between them as per the tradition. Seline mopped the fever sweat from Matthew's neck and cheek, sliding it over his skin carefully.

Matthew groaned, wiggling uneasily under the touch.

"Shhhh. Just sleep. It's okay," she whispered, brushing a lock of hair away.

"Mmmmm." Matthew's face scrunched up as he slid down the sofa to an almost lying position, an arm around Isaiah's waist. "I don't feel good."

"I know, bud," Isaiah shushed, a hand running down Matthew's sweaty back, looking at Seline. "Maybe we should help him into some dry cloth-"

"Nooo. Don't send me to my room." Matthew's eyebrows drew together, forehead furrowing as he nuzzled against Isaiah's side.

Isaiah chuckled. "I'm not-"

"Please. I don't want to be alone there."

The smile vanished from his lips immediately. "Matt?"

"I swear I won't do anything. Just let me stay here."

Isaiah exchanged a concerned look with Seline, who lifted herself up on her knees. "Alright. That fever is going down." She reached for the meds and a glass of water on the table.

Isaiah put his arms around Matthew, helping him sit up so Seline could hold the pills to his lips. "Mattie, sweetheart, take these. Your fever is super high."

Matthew opened a bleary eye at them, nodding slightly and opening his mouth enough for Seline to slide the pills in. She held the glass of water to him to help him swallow.

Matthew shuddered, another chill running down his spine.

"Matt? You with us, bud?" Isaiah wrapped his arm around him from behind, guiding him back into a lying position on the sofa and against his side.

"Hmmmm. You are not leaving, right?" Matthew looked at him with big dark brown eyes. Isaiah didn't know if they glistened from the fever or unshed tears. His heart was clenching in his chest at the sight nontheless.

"Of course not, buddy."

"They wouldn't let me stay," Matthew complained, face scrunched up in concentration to finish the thought that troubled him. "Had to be in my room or outside...but I just wanted to see her again."

"Who did you want to see?" Isaiah asked softly, petting Matthew's hair.

"My younger sister. Marcella. She is a witch, so they wouldn't let me...but she was never afraid of me, you know? They...they were always afraid, but she never was."

"I didn't know you had a sister," Seline said quietly, propping her head on her hand, elbow on top fo the sofa as she watched Matthew carefully.

"Many siblings. But only Marcella...I only got to see her during summer holidays, when I got back from the boarding school...haven't seen her since starting uni." Matthew turned his face towards Seline, voice small. "She was so small back then. Do you think she would remember me?"

Seline frowned in thought. "Depends on how old-"

"Of course she would," Isaiah reassured, interrupting her. Objective information wouldn't be of help here.

Seline pressed her lips, bowing her head.

"Do you think..." Matthew's voice wavered dangerously, bordering on a sob, "do you think they would let me see her again?"

Ah. Isaiah knew Matthew was considered troublesome because of his giant shadow and bad temper. He obviously had control problems since he was a child. His pack was big, his family had many kids from Isaiah understood and they had little time and patience for 'problematic' shadows.

And witches were rare and precious for any pack to have. Isaiah wouldn't be surprised if Matthew's parents had as many kids as they could just so they could get one witch for a daughter. Humans would be ignored as disappointments if they didn't become something useful like doctors or lawyers and troublesome pups would be neglected and delegated to wolf boarding schools as soon as possible.

Isaiah wrinkled his nose. 14 was the earlier age to get into a boarding school. A very sensitive age for a wolf. Pups in their teen years needed good examples and guidance from their fathers and older brothers to manage their training and to rule their tempers. He didn't hear many good things about the boarding schools either. There were only a few of them specializing in wolves, to help them get their adult exam, which would give them permission to study and work in heavily human-populated areas.

"Your sister surely wants to see you as well. I don't see why they wouldn't let you guys meet," Isaiah said pragmatically, thinking of all the reasons that might not work.

If Matthew's family pack decided he was too much trouble to waste resources on, they would cut all contact with him. It was very likely that was what happened, with Matthew being known around the campus as the wolf without a pack. Not because he didn't want one, like Isaiah, but because none would have him.

Matthew grimaced, turning away from the light to press his face into Isaiah's thigh, drawing the blanket over his face. He was shaking slightly. "That's a merciful lie, Zaya. Thank you."

Isaiah rubbed his back, deciding then and there he was going to make that lie a reality, whatever it took. The next wolf meet was the week after Christmas. He would just ask around for the Blackwells a bit, see who represented them in the city and how he could get access to their leader. Arrange a meeting or two.

If Matthew's family wanted nothing to do with him, he could hardly make them. But if Matthew had a backing of a wolf known for diplomacy and control? If he had an official pack now, including a witch of his own? Isaiah could change their minds alright.

For today, he could just stroke Matthew's arm as Seline pressed against the redhead's back.

[wishhalcyon]

Halcyon sneak peak (litterally all of chapter 1)

it has NOT been checked for spelling or grammar errors because this is a sneak peak of a rough draft of the first book.

in a google doc because it was too long for tumblr, trying to decide where to put it and upload chapters for everyone buuut enjoy :) I may just publish it the normal way, we'll see, either way I want you guys to be able to at least know what halcyon is about and i think this will at least get you a little introduction to the main character and conflict!

had to fix the link sorry

please tell me what you think!

[chaosduckies]

Little sneak peak at the next chapter of Restoration because I’m halfway done with rewriting it for the fifth time. :D

—————— Once the tears had started flooding my eyes, there was nothing I could do to stop from crying in front of Ryker now. I bit the side of my cheek so hard the faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, don’t cry. But my own words didn’t stop the tears from cascading down my face.

Ryker fixed my position in his palm while I struggled to wipe away to loose tears, only falling down harder the more I kept thinking about the tragic events that have happened this past month. Why? Why’d she have to leave me here?

I was full on sobbing at this point. I had buried my face in Ryker’s hoodie to muffle the sounds of my cries. I could hear the faint sound of his heartbeat, I could hear his light breathing. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ryker. Is what I wish I could say to him, but I currently couldn’t.

Something warm was pressing me lightly against Ryker’s chest. I flinched, slightly turning my head to see that the pad of his thumb was offering some kind of comfort. It felt weird to me, but somehow I liked it? I didn’t want him to let go of me, but I was also scared at the same time.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here, Nathan.” Ryker whispered softly, noticeably trying to comfort me while I just cried and cried into the fabric of his hoodie. I’m sorry Ryker. I wanted to say it so badly, but I couldn’t. Why did he worry about me so much? I should be at home, alone, crying into my pillow. Why did he want to stay with an insignificant little human whose life somehow gets turned upside down every once in a while?

“I’m s-s-sorry.” I’m a managed to say in between sobs. He lightly squeezed me against him before responding, “You’re the one who’s hurt, Nathan. You don’t have to apologize if I’m the one who wants to help you, okay?”

And I could practically hear the sad smile forming on his face as he continued to offer a comforting presence.

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Yeah it’s a comfort scene. There is context to this (which you will hopefully get to read in these next couple of days) and I just hope you guys like it. I mean, maybe not the first half of what happens, but this is an extremely long chapter. It will probably end up the longest one yet, so be ready for that! Thank you guys for reading the little sneak peak!

[shady-tavern]

Sneak Peak

Sneak Peak for part two for 'A Dash of Villainy within a Hero'. Please be aware that this sneak peak comes with small spoilers and a warning for Madness' mind manipulating powers.

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"Don't ask what I did," Madness said without looking at you. "And don't say he didn't deserve it."

You could take an educated guess on what he might have done, considering Quake's catatonic, empty eyed state. You shrugged. "I won't complain." Madness looked at you, surprise openly visible on his face.

You held his gaze. "Don't think you're the only vindictive one, Madness. He hurt my friend and tried to kill me and he has done so to other heroes in the past. Leave him trapped in nightmares for eternity for all I care."

As you left to join Song in the living room and start collecting Quake's things, you felt Madness' gaze on your back. Weirdly enough, the hostile air from before was gone.

Instead, he seemed almost...thoughtful.

[ghost-bard]

watched the newest majo to yajuu episode, and honestly its been the best one since probably either the twin "witches" arc or since phanora and johan showed up, between angela (my beloved) showing up and this being one of my favorite parts of the manga. It's just a solid ep overall I think.

that being said, I do still have to say the manga clears the anime by a wide margin due to the anime's general issues (lackluster animation for the most part, along with a few subtle changes in translations and the difference between how I read scenes in the manga and how the ended up voiced) but despite that. It's just a good episode.

OH actually i do wanna talk about the angela scene tho. lord have mercy the angela and guideau scene honestly. id say for the most part. great. i hope more people start to understand guideau. and the fact that she's an unreliable narrator, but also WHY she's an unreliable narrator. Like angela fucked them up. In every way. But the audience sees time and time again that witches aren't inherently evil, re: helga, phanora, and the very next witch we meet which I won't say bc spoilers for anime only's. We don't even know why Angela did what she did, and there's a few theory's as to why, tho I'm not gonna get into them atm lmao

[whatudottu]

Absolute theory/headcanon/analysis/general idea legend whatudottu character arc of slowly becoming one of the four (4) Cerebrocrustacean fans in the entire fandom (even if Petrosapiens will always be #1 in its heart, which, you know, completely understandable NGL) let’s gooooo!

Also I can’t believe I haven’t made this connection until now but:

Cerebrocrustacean: “My people have a rich and complex history and culture, but most of the galactic audience boils us down to being nothing but ‘the violently bigoted xenophobes who keep destroying their own planet’ and it frustrates me to no end.”

Gourmand who’s been forced to hear the same “I can excuse cannibalism but I draw the line at marrying outside of your own race” joke over and over again: “Yeah, welcome to the club, pal.”

Me and my homies (4) being cerebrocrustacean fans: If cerebrocrustaceans have 0 fans we are dead, haha- Would buy merchandise to convince CN that Brainstorm is a cool transformation *looks over my shoulder to see the playdough brainstorm with removable brain toy that either I or my sibling got millions of years ago*

ANYWAY!

It's very evident when I don't think about a particular species when I have to look something up like the gourmand cannibalism, but seeing as though they have a collective pocket dimension where their stomach goes (at least that's where the logic got them in the show instead of being consumed food expelled in energy reflux), if cannibalism didn't implode the two gourmands like how bag of holding inception works then I suppose it's far better than *shudders* perk murk relationships. Got a whole 'house divided' 'alike in dignity' situation over here, Perkulet and Murktague having asses-

...You know what if I get a chance to think about gourmands in more detail I might turn that pocket dimension into a magic thing instead of a xenobiology thing that's just overall bullshit- comes free with potentially real cannibalism but like they've eaten 11 planets I think cannibalism just in general pales in comparison to what they could do-

Well, whatever cannibalism gourmands excuse and all the jokes they have to deal with about perk murk relationships being somehow much much worse, at least they don't get shoveled with 'violent bigots' that 'aren't smart enough to support their lifestyle without destroying their own planet' which well- I don't have any present headcanons as to why Encephalonus is on it's 4th edition yet but let me tell you, when cerebrocrutaceans found out the galvans lost their planet (admittedly to the Highbreed Invasion) and then galvans WEREN'T immediately assumed to have fucked up somewhere, you can bet that Dr Psychobos was one in the crowd that went absolutely livid.

[sparklinganxiety]

Just a sneak peek of my upcoming fic, the chapter is random and some of the things I write might not even be included so here! (Tw: Death and Vomiting)

The soft light of the flickering flashlight revealed a creature hunched over and chewing on the rotting flesh of its fellow infected, only to turn its head and vomit black tar after each agonizing swallow. The creature turns its head toward the light with a painful snap.

The creature’s skin was melting off its face, its body so horribly distorted and disfigured it was almost impossible to tell if it was human or monster. The creature arched its spine in the air like a cat preparing to vomit a hairball, it began to have a coughing fit, blood mixed with tar flew out of its mouth. Once it seemed to calm down, it spoke, its voice distorted and disturbing. “Why do you blame me? I want to cry too, I can feel my body rotting. The maggots under my skin feed off my flesh while my soul slowly consumes itself. I’m scared of what I’ve become, I’m scared that death will never come. And I will never be free of the hell I once called my body.”

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oh y/n…you poor thing…

[undefeatablesin]

Meanwhile, at Oedon Chapel 🌙

[wowifinallymadeanaccount]

I WILL DIE BY THE THIGH

[excuteintruders]

Hey people soon I will have the chapter 2 of the comic!! B) I have it all draw already I just need to add the text now

[jasperygrace]

RECORD RECOVERY - JOURNAL ENTRY 07

An Immortal Laid to Rest - Draft 2, Chpt 7

He could feel something emanating from the statue—he felt this before at the excavation site. Again, it tugged at his consciousness. It demanded his attention, but once again he couldn’t see anything beside the room around him. So instead he asked a simple question: “Just who are you… Clotho?” A loud crack came from the statue and a large crease had formed across her face. Then another split fractured the marble. Then another. Slowly, the statue cracked apart as a low rumble reverberated throughout the chapel. Then she spoke. TO YOU WHO HAVE ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THE MOIRAI… Vinnie fell back as the statue stepped stiffly off her pedestal. The textured marble fell away from her arms and legs, revealing warm, bronzed flesh beneath it. I AM CLOTHO, THE SPINNER OF FATE.

[i-hear-a-sound]

some semi wholesome shit after finishing the chapter of the fic… oh fuck that last one isn’t that wholeso