#kinda wip?

[gods-perfect-idiots]

❤️💛

[sethmp3]

the moment you have been waiting...

Tbh i got lazy but i might update it later!

@its-callum-everybody @the-legendary-cowboy-jessie

[floofanflurr]

“I’m still me. It’s still me.”

He tried to crack a smile.

The emaciated shadow in the mirror mimicked his movements. Mocking him.

“I’M STILL ME!”

He struck the mirror with his fist hard. With a strength he never would have used before. Before… When there was still food. When his magic hadn’t turned in on itself, consuming everything he had just to stay running. When he wasn’t hungry.

Who was that monster in the mirror? With those sallow, sunken bones, and those bloodstained, broken teeth?

“Please…” His voice cracked. “I— I don’t want to. I’m still me… right?”

[blabberoo]

crazzyyyyy... im actually going nuts with this hhhh bill you broke my hand

full roughs and audio in kofi :)

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

Alright. So this fits somewhere, someday, undoubtedly in heavily revised form, in the multi-chapter post-game thing I’m writing. Hopefully. If not, who cares, it was fun!

Fluff 2: Character A helps Character B with their hair/makeup/outfit

Neve entered the tailor’s shop quietly, grateful that the plush rug on the floor was cushioning her steps. It had been a week since she’d seen Rook last, longer than they’d ever intentionally not seen each other since they’d met, but she’d gotten his invitation.

And, she hadn’t been inclined to turn it down in any case, but she was definitely not missing him in formal wear.

“What, have you gained weight?” A woman’s voice asked snidely.

“Hey, I eat real food now, not rations,” Rook defended himself, sounding a mixture of frustrated and amused. “Besides, I’m thirty-one, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t worn these since I was, what Livvy’s age?”

“I think he’s more muscular now, too,” another woman mused. ‘Livvy,’ maybe.

“We only needed to let it out a little.” The genteel voice probably belonged to the tailor himself. “Hardly much alteration at all. I almost feel bad charging for it.”

“Don’t,” Rook assured him, at the same time the snide voice put in, “then why charge for it?”

There was a tense silence, palpable even from the entry room where Neve had hidden herself, before she heard the tailor sputter his apologies and excuse himself.

“And what about your hair?” The snide voice continued, and it sounded like ‘Livvy’ sighed as Neve crept closer.

“His hair is fine, Sabine, let him be.”

A petulant foot stomp, “He’s already embarrassed this family enough. If he’s using our invitation…”

Anger, hot and bright, burned beneath Neve’s skin. She’d heard enough. She let herself into the next room, where two women looked ready for verbal battle, and between them the object of their fight.

Even if he didn’t need saving, seeing him in that was worth the trip, Neve decided.

“Well, aren’t you dressed for trouble?” She observed, a small smirk on her lips.

Three faces - angry, surprised, and thrilled in turn - turned her way.

“Neve!” Rook nearly tripped over himself as he all but ran over. He met her eyes in silent question, and at her small nod, kissed her soundly and they laughed against each other at the scandalized gasp behind him.

“Sabine, Livinia, could we, ah, have a minute?” He asked, and the two women made their way towards the entry room, Sabine glaring at Neve all the way.

Altus mages didn’t have the market completely cornered on snobbery, it seemed.

Once they were out of sight and earshot, he leaned in to kiss her again, warm fingers against her cheek and a strong arm around her waist. “You’re my hero,” he muttered, and she laughed.

“Wasn’t I already?”

Regret clear in his eyes, he stepped back. “So…what do you think?” Rook asked, gesturing to his formal wear. Amused, Neve twirled her finger, and, laughing, he complied.

“I think…it’s a good thing I came. Who knows what trouble you’d end up in, otherwise?” She teased him. He looked good, though he was somehow already rumpled.

Sure. Somehow.

Neve stepped closer, and straightened his collar and the cuffs of his outer tunic and the rearranged the longer hair atop his head into some semblance of order. “Looking good, Trouble.”

He grinned, eyes alight with mischief. “Then let’s go ruin a fancy party.”

Writing Challenge Wednesday:

Yay Wednesday! Let's write! (Btw if you sent a Rook Storytime Ask I'm still working my way through them thank you for being patient, they're actually really helping me flesh out my next story and they're a ton of fun. ) As always on these there is no time limit, tag or link or dm or reblog or comment under this post! No word count either just have fun with it that's what it's here for. I don't have standards for submission take or leave what you want, link your Ao3's, and it's all tagged writing challenge on my page! As long as it gets you writing I don't care and I will share. Let me show you off!!!

Okay I did a really fun self-imposed challenge where I turned fluffy head canons into angst cause I can turn anything into angst if you give me long enough ;) I thought it'd be fun to play with that today so I'm going to give you some fluffy head canons and some angsty head canons and I want you to flip the script and take the mood from fluff to angst or angst to fluff. (Please do platonic relationships as well as romantic if you're so inclined I'm into that)

Fluff:

Character A gives Character B a present.

Character A helps character B with their hair/makeup/outfit.

Character A and Character B want to teach Character C a skill.

Character A and Character B go dancing.

Characters A, B, and C are druuuuuuuuunk.

Angst:

Characters A and B have to go to a funeral together.

Character C has tragically gone missing and A and B have to cope.

Character A has lost someone close to them and can't stop crying. Character B and if you want Character C notices as well.

Character A has lost an important item to them or it was destroyed.

Character A and Character B are fighting for real. Real emotional or physical or both. Perhaps Character C intervenes or they work it out themselves.

Have at it and I will post mine later!!!!!

[demaparbat-hp]

Slow mornings in Ba Sing Se.

I needed something soft today, so here's a little sketch for @nerdylizj's breathtaking fic Forgetting is a kind of mercy.

[pumpkinhrat]

part 2 here

[ptr-sqloint]

[abisalli]

"I have to be there when he needs me. He forgot to tell me. --Do heroes cry?" - Detective Comics #618 --- 90s Tim Drake Robin run you will always have a special place in my heart <3 <3

[reginalusus]

More Jason and Harvey fic stuff... Harvey will make observations and Jason will be like, "URM, ACTUALLY-"

Silly lil' Ko-Fi.

[salamispots]

more wips

[sunlit-mess]

this goes to my drafts until i feel like drawing again

[huntingrays]

pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.

[appystruda]

Another wip I started :]

[velnna]

i slept 3h and gave him a beard

[panapricotta]

Nothing but wips. Realized the full game isn't out yet so all this is spoilers. Oops