#she is 100% a wip

[townie-trait]

First time touching my game in months + messing around with a more detailed (?) style. Her name is Vivie and she collects sea glass.

[blenselche]

not enough fan art of phoebes being a street nerd tbh

[shripscapi]

cersei burns the tower of the hand

[strawberri-draws]

posting this by itself :)

[necrotic-nephilim]

ok but jayrosetim

bc rose did hit on tim and i can see her looking at how weird her bf is about tim and just be like

"so you want to rail that twink too?"

and then poor tim never knows peace again😔

OOOH. i like this a lot. also phrasing the absolute chaos that Rose pulled on Tim as her just hitting on him is so funny. bc the panel of Rose in Tim's bed, clearly wearing Robin panties will never leave my mind, she was unhinged about him. honestly in a very similar way to how Jason was too, now that you point it out. how have comics never addressed that-

think it's so funny if Rose tries to be Normal about Tim when she gets with Jason. bc she expects *that* to be a complicated can of worms she's not sticking her hand in, she knows too much about fucked up family dynamics. because she does really like Jason and wants to actually see where this relationship goes. Jason is the first person who hasn't tried to change something about Rose and seems to actually like her for who she is. she's not used to not having to change herself for people and it's a comfortable feeling to know he wants the ugly sides of her too. and Jason pointedly avoids conversations about Tim so she avoids it too. everyone's slept with everyone in the hero business, an old crush where she maybe went too far (she regrets nothing, only that she didn't go farther-) doesn't need to ruin this thing she has.

but then she and Jason actually run into Tim and Jason is *weird*, but he's not "cain instinct" weird. he's more "flowers in the attic" weird. and hey, she's *into it*. Tim does not seem into it, but her mind is already concocting plans of how to talk him into it. bc it didn't work when it was just her, but her and Jason on a united front? absolutely. like, for me i'd love leaning into this ship being outright dubcon and coercive in nature. the minute Jason and Rose are alone she takes one look at him and says the above and Jason is clocked both by how forward she is about it, and by *the fact she wants to rail him too*. because now this guilty obsession/crush he's been hiding feels a *lot* less guilty.

something about Rose and Jason trying to pull Tim on their side, both in a vigilante way and in a romantic way is so fun. it's "be my Robin" and Rose getting into Tim's bed naked but dialed up to eleven. Tim does not know peace. i'd love fucked up shit like leaving dead bodies as courting presents at his doorstep. putting a tracker on him but *also* giving him the coordinates to trackers they're both wearing bc hey, this is a show of *trust*, Tim. see, it's not weird bc now it's equal. you have us, we have you. fair. making sexual comments about him, sending him outright videos of them fucking and saying his name. the more Tim tries to push it away the more they up the ante. instead of videos, they just break into Tim's home to fuck in his bed and either he walks in on them or comes home to the obvious evidence of sex. they corner him on nearly every patrol he goes on, forcing him to get rescued by them in scenarios they clearly orchestrated. by the time Tim gives in it's bc he has no other options and he's been love-bombed by them so hard he's starting to believe all these promises about how they're the only ones who *get* him and that he'd be loved and taken care of.

the first time they have sex they nearly break Tim in half. Rose and Jason are secure in their own relationship but they've both been waiting for Tim for so long that they're nearly clawing at each other to touch him and fighting over who gets the "firsts" like, first to kiss him, first to ride him, first to fuck him. Tim makes the mistake of trying to get in the middle of it and ends up catching a few punches and is sternly told he's not a part of this conversation. it's objectifying and a little humiliating and by the end of the sex Tim is in *pieces*, a little bloody and so fucked out he can barely move. he realizes that if sex is like *this* every time, he's basically doomed. and he is, bc Jason and Rose are never going to be normal about him now that they have him. they're just going to claw for more and more control until they're the only people who matter to him.

[glitchy-creations]

OdyxPen kiddos + OdyxCirce bby! [WIP/Sketches)

Guys please understand these are 100% just for fun! I thought it would be a little fun to draw Telemachus and Telegonus together and then I was browsing Penelope’s wiki page (Ik ik it’s not the most reliable source but that’s not the point) and I saw that there is apparently a version where Odysseus and Penelope have another son after Ody returns named Poliporthes. That’s what made me think of drawing all of the kiddos together!

(I know there’s also a version where Poli is Telemachus and Nausicaa’s kid by this isn’t the same Poli)

My Nausicaä is a completely made up character b/c Odysseus is 100% a girl dad change my mind 😤

Nausicaä and Poliporthes are twins with Nausicaä being the older twin. Since Poli’s name means "destroyer of cities" and Nausicaä means “burner of ships” I felt they were similar/matching names. Also I figured it might be cute if Odysseus named his daughter in honour of Princess Nausicaa who was one of the few kind people he met on his journey home.

Telemachus’ design is an aged up version since he’s the eldest! I also like the idea of androgynous Telegonus so…androgynous Telegonus. Given who his mother is, I figured Telegonus happens to stay relatively young. Maybe Athena helps keep the others young-ish kind of like how she would sometimes make their parents look younger. 🤷🏻

[pepsimanan]

NOL again ^^ will be making her a vtuber model just for practice. might share some progress later!!

[spotinthespiral]

Ryan-Posting again! ♡

Otherwise Titled: a stressed Orphan and her protective Guardians.

Ryan gets her Found Family .2 seconds after entering the Armada Ship. Subodai watches her back from the start, and his take is basically: That's a child. She's capable, yeah, and a great leader, but she's a child. I'm protecting her with my life. He effectively becomes her Dad. (As well as her First-Mate)

And then, of course, there's Dead Mike. He's like her uncle. He was the one person who didn't ever abandon her or her parents (willingly) and he swore his afterlife to avenge her family, and now to care for her. He's a big softy, and the moment he realized Ryan was still alive, he swore to be there for her till his second death.

And, as it goes, I also love the concept that Ryan is generally pretty harmless-looking when she first starts her adventures. No name for herself, she doesn't speak, and her actions are sneaky so people rarely know it was her who hit them. Until she becomes more infamous, Dead Mike and Subodai act as her big scary goons. They hit hard and w/o hesitation if Ryan orders it.

(Also picturing Ryan ready to tear someone to pieces, but she's already low on health, and Ratbeard or Steele holding Ryan back with Subodai and Mike roll up their sleeves and go demolish the enemy. And/or Armada coming by in a town, and Ryan ducking behind Subodai and clinging to his hand (hoof?) As she uses him as a wall between her fear and herself.)

[zevanthsnecromancy]

Makin a lil somthin

[chess-blackmyre]

WIP Wednesday

Here is another snippet from my still untitled 'Harvey trying to bond with Duela' fic.

“You became like, the Princess Diana of Gotham. And people got weird about it.” “Okay, now I have to ask.” Harvey filled his cup with ice. Duela snorted. “There was an annual Harvey Dent Day.” “...seriously?” “Like I said, weird.”

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And anyone else who may be interested in joining in!

[melien]

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚

[saturncoyote]

I WANT MORE COUNTLESS WHEAT FIELDS APPRECIATION NOW

I LOVE THEM AND THEIR PAINTED ON EYES

Well here's a fun fact about them for ya:

Countless Wheat Fields is absolutely the SHORTEST iterator of their local group, their puppet had very little put into it's creation, as their creators only wanted a "mascot" and didn't see much need in "wasting" important resources

For reference here's Wheats side by side with Devotion (the tallest iterator of the group)

[fellsilver]

OPEN LORD.

A playlist for Laeral Silverhand. ©

[cream-and-tea]

the fact is that pallas is sososo scared of agnes wanting them to be good and agnes wanting them to be better that they get completely blindsided by the reality of the situation (<- agnes wanting them to do self care)

[adelaidedrubman]

and then there was wednesday

i went and got tagged on this day of wednes by beloveds @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @corvosattano to wip, thank you my beloveds!

bitches will be like “i’ll never actually write america’s sweetheart it’s a joke au” then be like “anyways here’s 600 words of america’s sweetheart, the definitive wildfire ending.” have some jestiny attempting to make her directorial debut, warnings for drug and alcohol use and me being annoyingly meta. and jestiny publicist pov

“Sure,” the actress chimed, twirling a strand of short red hair around her finger. “I heard it in Sunday school.”  “Then perhaps you could fuckin’ explain to me, Olivia,” Jestiny said, pausing to draw a deep breath in through flared nostrils, “Why I would be turning on the water works before he cut my hair?”  Olivia furrowed her brow. “Um, because you were afraid? You had to be. You were being chased through the woods by a crazy cult leader brandishing a knife.”  Jestiny’s eyes widened. Andrea pinched the bridge of her nose in anticipation. 

“It’s not about fear, it’s about vulnerability,” Jestiny ground out, jabbing a finger of her coffee cup-clasping hand towards the actress and causing the pungent drink that was definitely not coffee to slosh loudly inside. “That is the scary part — not the knife. The hair cutting is an act of intimacy,” she said pointedly. She waved her free hand as if conducting a symphony as she continued, “It’s the culmination of a careful dance, all about the subtle struggle of who’s leading. There should be build-up to it!” She pulled out an Altoid tin and shook out a few white tablets that were definitely not breath mints to chew on. “It’s supposed to be predictable, but still devastating! It’s a tragedy!”  She glared down at Olivia. “And it’s a tale of hubris. The protagonist is arrogant before the downfall, not scared and crying.”  Henry rose begrudgingly from his director’s chair. “That’s in your memoir?” “That’s in the Bible.”  “Your memoir is like the Bible, to me,” Flynn chimed in, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping a copy of Urges from God by Jestiny Rook pulled seemingly from thin air. Andrea almost pitied him, to not foresee he’d be dumped the moment he shaved for the premiere party like all the others had.  “You want me to play it more smug, then?” Olivia asked, flipping through the pages of the script, as if the method to Jestiny’s madness would be buried somewhere amongst stage directions.  “Fuck no!” Jestiny cried. “I have to be relatable and likeable. Someone the audience wants to root for to come out on top, not see crash and burn!” She threw back her cup, gulping down the last of its contents. “I’m not smug, that doesn’t sell. I’m a plucky and bold underdog. I’m cheerful. I’m compassionate. I’m humble. I’m…” She restlessly drummed her fingers against the cardboard of her empty cup. “I’m America’s fucking sweetheart!” Jestiny paused as the words rang against the walls, eyes scanning with a familiar frantic jitter along the blank faces of the crew as she crushed the empty coffee cup in her hand.  “But, like —” she fidgeted with the ends of hair that fell just above her collarbones. “In a way that respects the fuckin’ integrity of the greater symbolism, and all.” Olivia sighed. “Does that mean I’m supposed to cry before or after the haircut thing?” “You’re a fuckin’ hack, Olivia. Pun once again intended.” “Should I be crying?” Flynn asked, looking up from the book cradled in his arms. “What is my motivation in this scene — in the Biblical sense?”  “Are none of you fucking getting this?!”  “Wait,” Henry mumbled, peering over Flynn’s shoulders. “Was he saying he’s Delilah?”  A low growl sounded in the pit of Jestiny’s throat, a final warning.  “They —” She clenched her jaw so forcefully that Andrea could see dimples sink into her cheeks despite the thin line her lips scrunched into, a hard knot of muscle popping its hinges as she tilted her head down and to the side. She drew in a deep breath as her hand clenched into a fist, releasing it as a ragged exhale as she splayed the fingers straight with a back and forth jostle of her arm. “They should have never let a man direct this movie,” she said with finality as she stormed off set.  Andrea sighed, turning to the side and picking up the fruit plate she’d been grazing on just in time to save it as Jestiny flipped over the craft services table. 

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[demenior]

Happy Wip Wednesday. Eadwulf's desire to dramatically dehumanize himself vs Jester's love of turning over-serious things on their head, fight kiss:

Jester pokes him in the throat, trailing her finger across his skin, “I know you like dogs. You wear that dog button all the time.”

“I don’t like dogs. I am one,” he corrects, and his arm tightens around her waist, “in more ways than one.”

“You know that people are calling you that as an insult, right?” Jester checks.

“That’s the point.”

“You want people to make fun of you?”

“I want people to know what I am. I want you, and Fjord, to remember what I am.”

“I can turn you into a dog,” she rolls the thought around in her mind, “actually, I think that’d be pretty fun. I was a cat once. Dogs seem really happy. Fjord could throw sticks for us.”

“You’re mocking me.”

“No! You just said you want to be our dog.”

“You know I mean it in a— I’m a tool, I’m obedient. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

“And so we feed you, and give you a place to sleep,” Jester points out, and she snorts as she talks, “and we take you for walks. And sometimes you get to sleep in our bed!”

Eadwulf’s mustache puffs out as his mouth pinches into a pout. Jester still can’t get over how funny it looks. He should just grow a beard, it'd be way more handsome.

“It’s funny,” she insists, and pinches his cheek to lift the corner of his mouth, “c’mon, smile.”

He gives her the flash of his teeth, more of a sneer, and turns to bite at her fingers. She snatches her hand back with a laugh.