#still part of a WIP btw

[afterartist]

The glow up babessss

It actually looks like I know what I’m doing now (<- I still don’t)

[acetrappolad]

riddle wip

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[spiderin-space]

Lamb unfortunately was Not dainty in their escape 😔😩

(Feat. @paintpaintpaintman’s Petra in the third sketch)

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

texture chapter 2 PLEEEK

WIP Ask Game! tw: ableism

At first the itchy shirt had merely felt bothersome but by the time they’d made it to the church it was utterly intolerable. Without even choosing to do it Christian had found himself face down in the church’s front lawn, kicking and screaming like a toddler having a tantrum. When it had passed he’d felt so horribly embarrassed and still unable to articulate what he was feeling. His parents had called him all sorts of names, utterly humiliated by his behavior. “No one believed me, of course,” Christian continues. “They still don’t. It isn’t something anyone can see so they don’t—they think I’ve made it all up or I’m being dramatic or—” Satine’s hand enters his line of sight, reaching for him but stopping halfway there as if she’s unsure whether or not Christian wants to be touched. Christian takes it in his own. “I believe you,” Satine says, and Christian looks up, able to tell by the look in her eyes that she means it. “I don’t have to see it,” she continues, placing her other hand over Christian’s, warmly squeezing his hand between both of her own. “You’ve told me it’s so and that’s enough. I believe you, Christian.”

[vanmarkus]

Snippet Sunday ☔️

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz and @jeeyuns MWUAHH 💛

Mm I finally got over that slump in the mudslide fic that was giving me a headache and I was hoping to get to 45k today but I was busy editing pictures all day and didn't really get a chance to write.

Anyway, this part is from yesterday and it's still pretty raw, but if you couldn't tell they are disgustingly domestic and just totally gone on each other... losers. 🫶

After dinner, Eddie put Christopher to bed, taking him twice the time as it usually would, the kid asking for another and another story until he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. Buck listened to the tales from the living room, his head resting on the back of the couch and his eyes closed, letting Eddie’s hushed words wash over him; he never really got the voices quite right, only changing the pitch of his own voice enough to make it clear that he was trying, but never really allowing himself to get fully lost in the silliness of it all, unlike Buck, as Chris would remind him every now and again.

Still, despite continuously raising complaints about it, the kid loved to listen to him read — and Buck couldn’t blame him one bit. Eddie’s voice was deep and mellow, like syrupy resin running down the side of a splintery bark of a tree and Buck could’ve listened to it forever, if given the chance.

“Hey.” The voice came from much closer this time and Buck opened his eyes — only to realize that he had closed them in the first place.

“Oh uh, sorry, did- nm did you say something?” He blinked up at Eddie, grunting quietly as he slowly took in the blinking lights of the TV washing over Eddie’s body, drenching half of it in light and the other half into darkness.

“No.” Eddie smirked down at him with obvious amusement. “Long day, huh?” He asked as he walked around the couch, letting his knee brush against Buck’s before dropping down beside him.

“Something like that.” Buck hummed and without lifting his head away from the couch, he turned to look at Eddie. His face was illuminated by the ever-shifting lights of the screen, painting the entire living room into a cavalcade of colors, only leaving the corners to sulk in mysterious darkness. “Hey.”

Eddie looked back at him, shifting a little to mirror his position. “Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

[charmwasjess]

yesssss please "welcome" for the WIP guessing game :D

Okay, this is hilarious: both you and @purple-ant (who chose "spoon") picked words that appear only ONCE in my billions of drafts, and it's the same small section of Twelve Months to Murder Count Dooku, the upcoming chapter "Lost One." So I'll answer you both with a snip of the scene. “No!” Kenobi lifted his elegant hands, palms flat, fingers pointing up in some motion of disarming. “Yoda wanted you both to know that you would always be welcomed home, but no, I don’t think that…” 

“If you’re lying to me to get to Dooku, we’re going to have a problem, I don't care whose Padawan you were.” Sifo-Dyas didn’t have a lightsaber anymore, but he gestured with his spoon. “You…you had better not be lying.” 

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. He actually looked a little bit interested instead of threatened. “You’re a Master of Soresu.” 

“I was,” Sifo-Dyas admitted, returning the spoon to the soup and giving it a stir. “Once.” 

“And… and of cooking?” The younger Jedi’s eyes followed the path of the spoon. 

“I like to cook.” Sifo-Dyas leveled his dark eyes at the younger man with as much menace as he could summon at the moment. “You have a problem with that?” 

[shubbzebubs]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS BACKGROUND IS KILLING MEEEEE

But on the other hand, Bloodborne Jack portrait in the background, and everything is ok again :3

[oneprotagonistshort]

also a Dirk Gently WIP whenever just for kicks. from the ongoing Forces Unseen sequel

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“Holy shit,” Todd said, hearing Dirk come in through the door he’d left propped open. “Did you know we can see the Washington Monument from here?”

Dirk joined him at the window and wrapped an arm around his middle from behind. He was suddenly feeling a bit clingy, like he was going to need to front load all the cuddles he could get, which was abjectly ridiculous. Todd had never shied away from that, if anything it was Dirk who’d been jumpy lately about tender little moments like this. Still, Dirk couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be wanting more of this later but might not be able to get it. He hooked his chin over Todd’s shoulder and squinted out the window, not sure what Todd was referring to. 

“The bloke on the penny’s house?” he asked, not seeing it. “I don’t think he lives in DC anymore, Todd.”

“What?” Todd asked, pulling back a little to look at him before pointing at a large lit-up obelisk surrounded by illuminated American flags. “No, that. I’ve only ever seen it in movies, National Treasure didn’t prepare me for the real thing.”

“Ohhh,” Dirk said, comprehension dawning as he held Todd close to his front. “You mean the giant pencil statue.”

“The giant—Dirk, that’s the Washington Monument. As in George Washington? It doesn’t even look like a pencil.”

“Doesn’t look much like George Washington either,” Dirk mused, and whatever retort Todd had been about to fire back was interrupted by the sharp trill of Dirk’s phone. 

[multi-lefaiye]

thought of some really cool resolutions to the character arcs in sunbringer's song but i have to??? fucking???? write the rest of the arcs for those endings to make sense??? homophobia is real

[stabbyfoxandrew]

woke up from the most disorienting nap of my life with "FUCK IS IT STILL WEDNESDAY??" anyway it's that time of the week again where I have to keep myself from chanting ARSON in here and go 🥺👉👈 instead

WIP Wednesday (12/6) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 70)

Alright, alright. 10’s only two hobbies are exy and actual arson. Andrew can work with this… He played exy all through high school and he’s been a firefighter since he graduated. He’s got first hand experience on court and on scene. Plus, he’s best friends with Kevin Day. Andrew shudders. Best friends? Did he really just think that?

No, no. It’s just the exhaustion setting in. That’s all.

As if on cue, a yawn overtakes Andrew’s entire body and the intensity of it forces his eyes shut. Fuck, he’s so tired. And he didn’t even get to have his morning coffee, thanks to this idiot’s shenanigans. Andrew tells him so, detailing the way he accidentally came out to everyone in his life. And how his crew reacted.

Come to think of it, none of them so much as batted an eye. Huh. They just jumped on 10's stupid note like a bunch of... God. Andrew's so tired he can't even come up with a simile.

Andrew I don’t care if they know I’m gay, but if they keep up this “Mr. Firefighter” thing I’m turning you in. 10 You wouldn't send me to prison over a nickname. Andrew We'll see on Monday, I suppose. 10 :( 

Andrew rolls his eyes at the pathetic little sad face and shoves the basket onto the coffee table so he can move to lie down. He gets sort of comfortable, jamming a throw pillow under his head and dragging the afghan off the back of the couch, then checks his phone again.

10 I just wanted to thank you for covering my ass, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But if I did, that’s just a bonus I guess. :)

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[gophergal]

Ignore all the crusty awfulness of this, it's a wip of a somewhat serious little animation I'm working on

[mitamicah]

It is definitely not 3am and I’ve been working on WIPs of Käärijä “stickers”

🤘🟢 🟢 🟢 🤣🟢 🟢🟢 🤘

Am I fashionable late or just obsessed - you decide x’D

[mitsundere]

@benbaroweek2023 day 2 - letters

i was working on day 4 when i hastily doodled this to relax, and hey: it fits with the day 2 prompt!

[a-storytellers-wish]

Animation WIP~

I'd make this smoother (especially at the transition from wait to dance) but nahhh I got lazy hahaha