#oldest wip

[foolbehavior]

Dominoes

[itsnixderlol]

Coming up with a good poster design for my au is hard…

As you can guess, I have been trying to come up with a good one for a while. Still not completely sure what I will eventually do, but I think I'm slowly getting there.

[five-and-dimes]

A Better Mirror

For the Dreaming Bingo FREE SPACE

Rating: Gen

Ship: Dream/Hob

Warnings: none

Additional Tags: Human au, self-esteem issues, body image issues, past toxic relationships, hurt/comfort, lots of angst but with a happy ending!

Summary: Dream is well aware of his flaws. The one thing he has going for him that everyone loves to remind him is that he's "lucky he's pretty". So if he wants Hob to stay, he has to make sure he never sees him looking less than perfect.

“So, what exactly were you attempting here?”

Hob is grinning good naturedly, but Dream crosses his arms and scowls, “This was not my fault.”

The plan, as Hob had asked, had been to make a large pot of rice that he could keep in his fridge so that he would have something to offer his boyfriend when he visited. Dream was aware that he wasn’t a particularly skilled cook, but figured if he had a few staples in his fridge then when Hob stopped by he could offer something simple. Rice with vegetables or eggs. Nothing fancy, just. Something.

Instead, Hob had arrived for his scheduled visit to find Dream fighting with his pot, holding it under the faucet to try to drown the wisps of smoke coming from it, and scraping at the blackened layer of burned rice seared to the bottom.

“Oh, someone broke in and burnt your rice then?” Hob teases.

Dream bristles, “The instructions said to cook for 25 minutes and that is how long I left it.”

“Didn’t feel like stirring it somewhere in there?”

“If I was meant to stir during the process then the instructions should have said so. I will not take responsibility for a poorly written recipe.”

Hob laughs, shaking his head fondly as he taps Dream on the nose, “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

He steps forward to take a closer look at the mess in Dream’s sink, so he doesn’t see the way Dream’s body freezes with a sharp inhale.

And he doesn’t hear the soft, defeated exhale of, “I know.

You’re lucky you’re so pretty.

Dream was well aware of his flaws. People loved to tell him about them to his face.

Why do you stand so stiffly? Can’t you act normal for five minutes? You’re so dramatic. You’re so arrogant. Why are you so quiet? You’re too romantic. You’re too cold. You’re too much. You’re not enough.

You’re lucky you’re so pretty.

He lost count of how many people told him that particular fact about himself. 

(Continue on AO3)

[rusquared]

Orv Poetry Series: One Source of Bad Information by Robert Bly [IDs in alt]

[sugardecreme]

i didn't want to post these bc they are old and i find some of them really ugly now, but i'm attempting to fight the shame because i still like a few of these i guess! random epithet erased sketches/wips from the past few months go go go go!!!!!

[youremyonlyhope]

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: It is a normal night to end a normal day for Emmet. Then there's a knock at the door.

Thinking about reunions again, so here's something short and sweet today!

[arthrobug]

tis eepy time for me *throws various doodles at you*

you can smell my improvement in this

[ceryulean]

Stuff I designed for business class lol

(Praying to the gods above my business teacher doesn't have a tumblr and won't ever find this)

[demiboydemon]

Baby I have fic WIPs so ancient you can’t even comprehend 😎

[steel--fairy]

this has been a wip for so long. i dont even remember when i started it lol but i got a burst of inspo last night and finally did the last bits needed

despite their similar coloring, carmella and trevor aren't actual siblings. but she deffo looks after him like a big sister :' )

[hopefullyakotelife]

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

His eyes stared ahead. He didn’t need to look around the hall. He didn’t need to see the alphas getting their assignments from the trainers. He didn’t need to see the Kaminii across from them, talking in their quiet and slow way about the next line of production and their costs to senators. Bacara’s finger tapped once against the side of his datapad, his own assignment ready to brief him of his future. His arms tensed as he held the datapad behind his back, still aching from the training of the previous day. He flicked his eyes to the side, allowing himself just this one weakness before staring back ahead. His brothers all stood next to him, their own assignments in their hands as they stood at attention, listening eagerly to their trainer talking about hardships, honor and a glorious death. Bacara’s heart ached. He was glad it had been him who’d gotten this assignment, had been working day and night for this outcome and yet… And yet it was difficult to accept now that it would be happening. He breathed calmly, knowing that his brothers were hoping their trainer finished his speech soon so they could relax. Hope, that they could talk one last time but they all knew it wouldn’t happen. The second the natborn was done- they would leave for their ships. Bacara swallowed his sadness, glancing at his kih’vod next to him for just another second. He could feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves that seemed to crash everyone’s soul- and yet the Jedi on the other side of the hall didn’t pay any attention to them, too deep in discussions with other trainers. His kih’vod was so scared, so anxious and it broke Bacara’s heart. “I love you, Ten’ika.” Bacara whispered, keeping his gaze forward. The natborn looked over at the two of them, now talking about duties and memories of their training. “Never doubt that.” Bacara added and for a moment he feared Fox didn’t hear him with how quiet he had to talk. But his Ten’ika seemed to stand straighter, his mind gradually calming down. The moment the natborn was done, the line of CCs separated as they each walked towards their own ships and battalions. Bacara wanted to reach out, hold Ten’ika’s hand, hug him and tell his kih’vod one more time that he loved him. But the Jedi with the long head called Bacara’s number- Fox’s hand twitched as they walked separate ways and Bacara felt a wave of love being sent in his direction. Bacara wanted to curse the galaxy that would keep them apart.

@ninjababypowpow and right back at you XD

[icylancet]

also . wanted to share a portion of my current twst fic wip! idk when i'll post this nor how long i want this to be, but it's just a malleus & silver (brothers) fic and an introspection on their relationship dynamic as the years pass by :D i think it's just super interesting to analyze, particularly since malleus (or fae in general) easily lose track of time, which is contrasting to humans' concept of time.

time is a social construct..... it's a very interesting theme to play around with. i think my philosophy class has been getting too into my head lately.

[lionacuty]

doodles from magma Crystal and her dad Bowser :3

[raionmimi]

Sketched out two pages of a rough idea of Satya meeting Niran's parents when they were kids, knowing that I will probs never make it a final piece ehehehe...

My HC is that they'd be a bit biased against her "humble beginnings" because they're from old money, but they'd start liking her for incredibly materialistic reasons that Niran would hesitate to ever express his feelings for Satya because he wants to love her the way he wants to, not based on his parents' whims and calculations.

Eventually, they'd be more genuine about caring for her that even when he hadn't seen her in 11 years, they've been keeping in contact with her. It'd get on his nerves the second he finds out they know the two of them have reunited recently

[dragofelid]

been working on some more fakemon stuff, including some redesigning and adding new ones