#i gotta finish this someday

[lunartexan]

Keeping this going from @maplequeen94 , an old WIP I think I might try to get back into sometime, inspired by this lovely artwork by @kyuhu (who yall should totally check out btw)

rules: share a sentence or two (or paragraph uhhh...) from a wip - recent or old - that you are proud of and tag 5 people to continue. anyone who wishes to join, feel free as well.

As suggested above this is an old unfinished start of a fic I wanted to (and ngl might try to) make based off Kyuhu's amazing art and some worldbuilding and dynamic ideas about Bela and Pru here

And with that all said, onto the fic!

Outskirts of Philadelphia, Early 19XX…

"I think he was going down to Baltimore" Gilbert leaned over the map, the flame of the kerosene lamp giving his usual pale face some color "Where else could he be going?".  New York City perhaps? Baltimore makes no sense, it's too far and it'd be way too unfamiliar for him" Natalya ran her finger across the map's road and city lines to trace out what she meant. He let a vaguely pig like snort, "Nat we just were in New York, why the hell would he go back?" "Well, do you have any better ideas? Baltimore is still a stupid thought" she bit back swiftly before a long silence grew between them. He let a out a long exasperated sigh to break the silence, "Look lets just go get food or something alright? We've been at this for like a damn hour and gotten nowhere". She looked at him with her usual icy stare before she let out a sigh of her own, agreeing with him on just needing some kerosene free air.

"Haven't you already told this story before?" Gilbert butted in as he picked at the last of his cheap steak and potatoes, only to earn a swift "No I have not so shut it" in return from Natalya. "Anyways, I had just gotten off Ellis Island with Ivan and Ekaterina and we were walking to our brand new cheapest apartment through some alleys and-" she paused to eat some of the last of her potato soup "-this huge man comes up to us with a knife and tells us-" in a weird mix of her slavic accent trying to imitate an American one "-“this is a stick up, give me your money”, so what do we do? My sister tells him to fuck off while I just tackle him, we get into a fight but sister and brother soon join and we manage to pin him down, take his knife, and beat his ass, all for just a dew small slashes on my end!" She ends off with a proud laugh, paying no mind to the part where she did in fact get slashed open on a few parts.  Gilbert in his part couldn't help but agree with her, giving a chuckle and proud smile of his own, equally paying no mind to her having her blood unwillingly drawn. "I'm assuming you took the shit's knife as well? With how many of them you have" He half asked half teased towards her, having seen how crazy she could get over knives.  

And as for who I shall tag, @spinyfruit , @tema-makes-art-sometimes , @yaqamole , @weirdhasanxiety , @pyrrhocorax

Got tagged by @puritanphobic , Thanks for the tag! 💕

rules: share a sentence or two (or paragraph uhhh...) from a wip - recent or old - that you are proud of and tag 5 people to continue. anyone who wishes to join, feel free as well.

(Haha, well the current WIP I'm working on is a secret so I'll share a snippet from one of my CanUkr works I never got to post in October)

Matthew gave Katya a sympathetic smile, gently patting the top of her head before returning his attention to his locker. He fiddled briefly with the lock before a quiet click allowed him access to his belongings; pulling out all his toiletries before closing it back up. Color returned to Katya’s cheeks as she watched Matthew pulled his hockey jersey off. She hoped it wasn’t so obvious just how hard she was ogling his glistening torso, only to have those hopes immediately squashed as Matthew gave her a delighted smirk. “Enjoying the show?” He teased, chuckling as he watched her cheeks burn brighter. 

I Tag: @lunartexan @9pilkytf @headingalaxys-spicy @koolkat9

[illuminess-0]

what are they reacting to? who's to say,,

[artseuki]

"It's Sunday, or as I like to call it, Magolor day!"

Totally forgot to share this earlier but Hi Howdy here's Magolor in all his wizardpilled glory asdlfkjn

Photography: @alagaesia-overlord

[soriastrider]

decorating him (wip)

[yamsgarden]

aaa my buddy is slowly pulling me back into tales of vesperia OTL

idk if i have time to play it again anytime soon sadly, but i definitely want to redraw/ revamp some of my old art of it and make some new *3*

suddenly all my memories from loving judith and raven are rushing back to me... ughh i forgot how rare they are but i guess i'm not unfamiliar with super rare ships so

i'll become my own provider once more XD

[sluckythewizard]

these are A BIT OLD but uhhh here check out these aggio doodles i did forever ago. still VERY happy w my colors :3

[ragnarokhound]

👻 trick or treat 🎃

:D Happy Spooky Season!! Have the first few paragraphs of my goofy-ass, smutty tentacle-Jason WIP I started a while back:

Fighting demons always comes with risks. Magical bullshit risks. Such as wedging a fiery exorcism stone into place atop a ritual pillar, and the risk of burning your hands so badly holding it there that you get benched in the middle of the apocalypse. Risks, like a self-sacrificing dumbass making himself into a shield for you, fighting off imps and withstanding the infernal storms of hell long enough for the exorcism to be performed— and the risk of maybe-sort-of-temporarily getting himself transformed into a demon as a result.  “Just a little,” or so the self-sacrificing dumbass claims.  The All Caste is involved, and it goes over Tim’s head (only because someone won’t spill their mystical-holy-order secrets to him), but at least Jason hasn't been permanently scarred by the darkness or whatever. Reportedly.  Tim remains skeptical. 

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[anewp0tat0]

this is technically inspired by @nullb1rdbones 's post. it's quite different, but I still give credit where it is due.

it's crazy I was totally just gonna post this on its own, but suprise its Sebastian Die Day, so now I'm claiming this is planned and Ciel told him he had to do this if he lost and Sebastian agreed cause he's stupid

[purgaytorysupremacy]

oh nuts. a life experience has given me a new layer of perspective on Cas's homosexual declaration of love to Dean.

recently I had occasion to tell a person I had feelings for them knowing full well they didn't feel even a twinge of the same thing for me. while the whole thing was a decidedly unpleasant experience, I kept laughing at myself internally bc I didn't want to say "the happiness is just in saying it" like fucking Castiel over here. (we don't need to talk about it, it's fine.) (I am happier having said it and it's kind of bullshit, but I digress.)

because the thing is, the happiness isn't in just saying it, right? the happiness is in the having. I made a whole TikTok "proving" that the Empty didn't come for Cas when he confessed his love, but rather when he realized Dean loved him back. even for Cas, the happiness was in the having, not in the saying, however brief it was.

and I've always been one of those people who rolled their eyes at the whole concept. why would the happiness be in just being, in just saying it, if it's right there in front of you to have. and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks (as I was washing my kitchen counters).

Cas really didn't think he could have Dean.

at all. in any capacity. he really, truly, and honestly felt to the depths of himself that Dean did not have any twinge of similar feelings, that this really was a Hail Mary shot-in-the-dark. and I think me, personally, really didn't understand that about Cas. that his belief in his love being unrequited was that unshakable.

something else I've been pondering is how audiences have so much more empathy for fictional characters who share traits that IRL they find objectionable and unappealing. but the thing is about fictional characters is that we follow them around in their most private, vulnerable moments. we see Dean mourning Cas when he dies, literally killing himself because he can't live without him, but it's so easy to forget that we're the omniscient ones here.

Cas never knew.

Dean's whole thing was pushing him away, keeping him at arm's length, making it seem like whatever heroic thing he does for Cas he'd do for anyone. he downplays how important it is for Dean to share the Deancave with him, to show him his favourite movies, share his favourite songs. he acts like the things Cas does for him don't mean that much to hide how much they do mean. he uses "we" whenever he even gets in the vicinity of expressing a feeling. "We were worried." "We're glad you're back." "We needed a win." "You're our brother." The audience knew the difference. We saw how he'd clench his jaw or swallow hard or make a face that said "God, I'm being such an idiot". Because we saw him in those little moments. We got to see the cracks in the mask.

but Cas never knew.

the self-hating angel of Thursday was never going to think it was all a way for Dean to protect himself. obviously, that's the delicious tragedy of it all, but what I think I realized at the end of all that is Cas confessing his love to a Dean who didn't love him back wouldn't have worked. Because the happiness really is in the having. If happiness was just in saying it, then The Empty would have come before Cas even finished getting the words out of his mouth.

so Cas's plan wouldn't have worked if Dean didn't love him back.

this is just me yapping on about my own nonsense, but I do think it's really interesting. there's contentment in "just saying it". there's freedom and relief and an unburdening. I think one can argue that it makes being happy in the being easier. there is certainly some joy in telling a person you think that highly of them. but true happiness?

nah.

true happiness is always going to only be in the having. Cas didn't understand the difference until he experienced it, and by then, it was too late.

[nightmun]

Couple small drawings of Ian and Ada in my normal style

[sforzesco]

THE BROTHERS PAOLO AND VITELLOZZO VITELLI

man. the fucking. cycles of violence going on here. war, condottieri brothers, the execution of paolo vitelli (but the on the matter of guilt: questionable! no proof besides the absence of potential violence, but what conspiracy-betrayal wants to leave behind proof? torture and execute him anyway. maybe machiavelli has a point! unfortunately you left a surviving brother), the congiura della magione, all of it coming together at the strage di senigallia. just blood and gore and war all the way down, never stopping for a breather, already on to it's next battlefield. also malaria is there!

in other news! it turns out if you want to draw a comic about the strage di senigallia, you have to figure out designs for all the people in the room, but if you draw vitellozzo, you also have to draw his brother because he's like. there. in a dead way. something something vitellozzo's desire to avenge his brother manifesting in his desire to brutalize florence for their role in his brother's death.

that said, I did not want to draw military armor for an illustration that was partially designed to test out some splatter brushes. in the future though….I will have to revisit that visual…..

[misc-obeyme]

SOLOMON HASN'T COME HOME YET AND I'M SAD BUT I'M GONNA GET HIM NO MATTER WHAT! I'VE ALREADY PULLED 20 TIMES AND I WAS SAVING FOR THE ANNIVERSARY BUT NOW I'M AT ZERO

But also THE PREMIUM PICTURE ART HAS HIM WITH A RING !!! A RING !!!! U TREASURE I'M WATCHING YOU

i can't tell what it is, maybe a signet ring?? i had to yell about this, ESPECIALLY RIGHT AFTER I WANTED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE RING OF WISDOM

- ✨ anon

Yes I noticed the ring, too! And it does look like a signet ring, which means it likely is the Ring of Wisdom.

I mean, there's no doubt that the Ring of Wisdom is supposed to be the same thing as the Seal of Solomon. They both give him control over demons (or the "supernatural") and they both allow him to talk to animals.

And the Seal of Solomon is pretty famously a signet ring. I mean, it's right there in the name lol.

I don't know if this is supposed to be some kind of official design for the ring, but we don't really get the full view of it anyway. The side of it looks pretty normal. The real interesting part would be the seal itself. I wonder if they would create something unique to the game or if they would go with a traditional hexagram situation?

All I know is that Solomon looks hot af in that premium picture. I really love when they give him outfits in the card art that look very much like something a sorcerer would wear. It's kinda got an old timey vibe to it, too, what with the sorta ruin looking stuff in the background.

I just like it when he looks extra magical lol.

Anyway, I hope he comes home to you!! Consider this my little spell of good luck~

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Guess who’s finally done first round edits 😎 chapter 8 is not far off the horizon everybody clap and cheer

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“I don’t like musicals,” she repeated dumbly, her nerves growing worse and worse as Marcia kept staring.

“...okay? Don’t do the show then. What are you telling me for?” Marcia asked finally, crossing her legs and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

Anetra turned back towards her desk, not wanting to meet Marcia’s eyes. “You like them. Musicals, I mean.”

“Yeah, I do, but I know not everyone does and that’s.” Marcia shrugged. “Fine. I guess. Weird, but fine. But to be honest, I don’t know where you're going with this.”

Anetra let out a frustrated groan. Talking to Marcia shouldn’t be this fucking difficult. She was regretting breaking her metaphorical vow of silence.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

glanced at the ao3 fandom tag for parahumans (not 2 read any just for future reference 2 see what it's called) and literally no m/m fics in sight it's all yuri babey GOD BLESS!!!!!!!!!

[honkshoo-zzz]

no one look at me

[heidielizabethdraws]

janu-scary day 6: cold spot

i'm sure it's nothing