#potential wip?

[acourtofchaos]

I can't stop thinking about the "I've lost my memory but something in me remembers you" trope with tom riddle especially if it's in an enemies storyline

Like just imagine both of you are fighting as always and it either ends in a duel that goes wrong or potion you had to brew together exploding or something and you're knocked unconscious.

When you wake up you don't recognise anyone around you and your mind is disturbingly foggy but then you catch sight of a boy eyeing you warily, half glare - half reluctant concern (he will absolutely refuse to admit the latter to himself), and oh, you know him.

You know him even if his name refuses to form on your tongue and your brain won't offer up any memories for you to place how it is you know him. But you undoubtedly do. You can feel the thread of a connection to him in your chest.

Because of it you don't really trust anyone around you except him which prompts the teachers to instruct Tom to remain by your side as much as possible in hopes it could return your memory and Tom's just like "I beg your fucking pardon?"

And at first he's cold as hell until maybe someone convinces him this could be his chance to destroy you like he's always wanted. He can use your trust in him to find out everything about you and every possible way to ruin your life.

He's a little more charming then and as time goes by he realises how disturbingly easy it is to be around you, to actually want to be, when you're not at each other's throats and he's actively trying to not give off the vibe that he'll curse you into an early grave. Cue Tom becoming a little obsessed with you over time, a little possessive too, all whilst still adamantly denying his behaviour is anything other than keeping you close to him so he can have his ultimate revenge on you.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact there's a pit in his stomach that forms whenever someone comes close to triggering a memory for you and taking you from him. Making you hate him again.

Nothing at all.

[youunravelme]

i wish you would write a fic where anthony and ready keep getting in arguments but like petty ones and he’s playing a game and gets a really bad injury and she’s freaking out because no one will let her see him because they are still accessing him but in the end he’s ok and healing up and they make up and she realizes she never wants to be angry with him and they have to make up that day bc that really scared her

i’m a sucker for injury and make up in hockey fics

i was torn on answering this bc what if i wrote it? but alas, i'll tag it so i can remember to come back to it.

ALL THAT TO SAY

anon, your mind, it's brilliant. because i'm also a sucker for hurt/comfort

[sentient-stove]

“Over there is Drake, he’s with us because JL Light kept saying no to the teenage group so now they made him my and JLD’s problem. Also he kept trying to raise the dead. And kept succeeding.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so easy,” Drake muttered without looking away from his project. “And Batman wasn’t dead the last time. You bring back three people and suddenly everyone thinks you’re a budding necromancer. It shouldn’t be my fault I’m using the available resources for the best solution.”

Constantine somehow looked even more dead than Elle as he pointed to the teenager that had taken up residence on the counter, the rest of the space covered with no less than four laptops. “Do not see him as a role model. He broke reality that first time.”

Man, she already knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. Elle waved cheerfully at Drake. “Quack.” She said. Constantine just sighed and went for his lighter.

Drake looked at her in befuddlement. “Quack?”

“A drake is a duck yeah? So, quack.”

“I prefer the drakes being dragons route.” He said. “More mysterious and powerful.”

“Ah. Rawr then.” The lesser of the two options. Drake had clearly never met a true duck. Maybe Elle could sneak one in one of these days and introduce Drake to a better namesake.

[terrageode]

Another series of random sketches I may or may not do something with. Outside of this, I am still working on pieces, it's just that this week I am working on a group project that is taking a while.

[paintedcrows]

Assorted Gravity Falls doodles!

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[ohitslen]

*Vampirizes your Vashwood*

keep reading for more :)

If there needs to be much closer close-up please let me know!

[hellspawn-enjoyer]

Working on an angsty short animation next...

[ganondoodle]

actually, i did draw this today ... the only thing i actually saved the file of ( .. have i ever drawn a zentaur??? idk??not what i had in mind .. obviously) feels almost embarassing, but maybe its good to know to some that even artists you might perceive as better than you can draw things that arent up to their usual quality

[artistdove]

Can't have too much Mickey and Oswald now can we, lol. I drew these a while ago, so designs for these alternate universe may/will change

Y'all are welcome to ask about them cuz these will collect dust

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday/ Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by @wikiangela @actuallyitsellie @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @neverevan @spotsandsocks @theotherbuckley @cal-daisies-and-briars for Friday, tagging you all back for Saturday (sorry if I missed anyone, I am SO behind on my notifications)

Okay it's Saturday here but I'm sure it's still Friday somewhere right?? HAPPY BI BUCK TO EVERYONE!!!! This fic is inspired entirely by That Kiss, and it sparked me to make a 7x06 spec fic. So, please enjoy what will hopefully be the only snippet (godwilling) of the Why Are Buck and Eddie So Dirty At Madney's Wedding fic. This snippet is from the very beginning and yes, it is Bucktommy (for now), no I will not apologise for it. Enjoy!

“You-you’ve never called me that before” he breathes. Tommy brushes the pad of his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth. He brushes his other hand through Buck’s hair, fingers threading through his yet-to-be-tamed curls. “What, baby?” he asks, grinning as Buck’s eyes flutter shut at the utterance of the name once again. “Is that okay?” ‘Y-yeah,” Buck nods, leaning forwards to brush their noses together again, angling his face up in an implicit request for a kiss. “I kinda liked it.” Tommy hums out a laugh and Buck feels it reverberate deep in his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says softly, and he hooks his finger under Buck’s chin, just like he did the first time they kissed, and captures Buck’s lips with his. Every time he’s kissed by Tommy, Buck is introduced to a whole other side of the word “soft”. He’s had the feminine “soft” plenty of times, with the way Abby would curl into him after a long shift, or how Ali would brush his hair from his forehead with her nimble fingers, and even on the rare occasion with Taylor, when she was sleepy and would crawl into his arms and fall asleep in seconds.  With Tommy, it’s different. Tommy holds Buck like he’s a fragile egg, smoothing his thumbs over the cracks and balancing him in his palm. He’s soft in the way he holds Buck to his chest, or the way he kisses Buck’s hair while they’re watching a movie, or how he knows when Buck’s had a bad shift and needs to get out of his head for a bit, and will come over with pizza and beer and promises of kisses.  He’s soft in the way he presses his palm to the small of Buck’s back when they’re out together, but not as if he’s pushing Buck in a certain direction. More like he’s grounding Buck, showing him that he’s allowed to be out, happy, with a man.

tagging @watchyourbuck @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @babybibuck @evanbegins @fortheloveofbuddie @spagheddiediaz @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @aroeddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @thekristen999 @smilingbuckley @epicbuddieficrecs @underwater-ninja-13 @shortsighted-owl @loveyouanyway (also sorry if I've missed anyone, so many have changed urls and I can't keep up sksksks)

[terracyte]

a rainbow at your fingertips!!

[whenthewallfell]

it's been like four months since i last tried drawing anything so here's a sneak peek at something i'm working on (because i don't have enough wips as it is)

[nyanrial]

wip// 🤔 i don't know if i should draw nene and aoi in their uniform design or their magical girl forms...

[noirrelite]

*casually drops mawframe cringe and skitters into the sunset*

mesa rouge (wip) and sierra (kinda wip?) mawfreems

[hbfengxi]

concept: aonung and neteyam wearing each other’s armbands in the same (but definitely more obvious) way human soldiers wear each other’s dog tags.

imagine them being war leaders in the fight against the sky people and a hot topic for entertainment in every war camp they stay in is the ongoing betting pool on whether or not they’re together.

the armbands are only the start. they keep accidentally switching knives because of how often they hunt together. aonung suddenly has wooden beads braided into his hair. sometimes, the warpaint on neteyam’s chest will be in the distinct metkayina style and aonung will glare at any warrior that stares at it for too long.

neteyam comes out of aonung’s tent one morning and for the rest of the week every metkayina and omatikayan na’vi is asking both chief’s sons if he’s perhaps courting someone. or is he mated already? is there anything you want to announce? should we keep an eye on somebody for you, in battle?

tonowari sporting the most smug grin on his face when he goes to ask aonung why neteyam spent the night and jake laughing so hard he wakes up half the camp because it turns out neteyam just came in before dawn to discuss battle strategies and came back out to get breakfast, father, truly!

their mothers (and families) trying to speed up the process. lo’ak and tsireya conspiring to get them to confess because they’ve heard the “one-sided” pining for too long damn it.

just. the idea of the two eldest children being so clumsy when it comes to pursuing happiness that might belong to only themselves. it would be so cute.