#that's my current wip

[hydeomonster]

what's been your favorite scene to write?

I think in general, very big general, it's scenes where one character is sleeping and another is watching over them. especially if the one sleeping is usually chaotic and full of energy but drifts off into a tranquil sleep next to the other character

I think I've written this exact thing thrice with smalletho alone x)

I think I just love that perfect picture of stillness where the world only exists in their immediate vicinity and it's Only Them, yk

now more specifically, that's a bit hard to decide because i only write stuff I like now ^_^' but if i had to pick one it would probably be in a work I haven't published yet (and probably won't for a while). There's a lot of context for why I loved that scene, but it really comes down to the fact the character have so much history and chemistry together, that they refuse to forget or acknowledge, and it makes for very tense conversations that i love so much

here's a (very rough first draft) snippet under the cut of what I'm talking about

it's Joel and Etho, sitting down in a room to talk at Etho's request, after Etho disappeared out of Joel's life and reappeared out of nowhere.

The silence stretched. Once again, neither of them said anything nor made any move to push the conversation.

Joel should be angry. His blood boils and his hands turn to fists again and again over his laps, he could barely contain the whirlwind of thoughts currently rushing through his mind right now.

And yet he wasn't angry enough. Joel should be yelling and screaming at Etho. He shouldn't even have let him come this far into his restaurant, his life.

Why did Etho have to look so calm and peaceful? The satisfaction of seeing him a nervous mess in front of his patreons is long gone now that his metaphorical and literal mask are both on his face. He sinks into the cushions without a semblance of care in this world he has no place in.

(There used to a place here, made and crafted and sculpted especially for Etho, right alongside Joel's. It's closed up now, no longer bleeding like an open wound marking the man's absence.)

Joel clears his throat of the nothing gathering there. Not the words threatening to spill out, not the accusations nor the sobs. Nothing was there because there was nothing left between Etho and Joel, but the table and Vinyard Roses.

"I hope you're happy with yourself," The dragon's voice cuts through the silence like a sword tearing through the [something idk]. "Knowing these drunkards, you're going to put a dent on my expenses this month."

He could not derail the conversation. Joel didn't want to– he wanted this over with as fast as possible. But also, his heart strings are being pulled on all opposite directions. He wanted this to last, to not end so soon and so abruptly, because he knew when it did, it'd mean Etho being gone again. And still he felt like rushing head first out of the door.

"How was I supposed to know I shouldn't show that around– I, you– You're the one that gave me the talisman!" Etho [retorts?], voice cracking. He seems to finally look a little less composed, fraying [?] at the seams.

His brows shot up, kicked puppy eyes and sad quivering lips under his mask.

Alright, even Joel knows he's overdoing it now. He's learned how to decipher 'anxious' Etho from 'overdramatic' Etho a long time ago, even if the man would never acknowledge 'overdramatic' Etho's existence.

"How were you supposed to– When I told you, maybe?!" Joel parrots back the human's words. Crossing his arms over each other, he leans forward just for emphasis, "These people would eat you alive at a whiff of your blood! Do you know how much human meat goes for on the market here?"

That was a lie; the fact is Joel didn't actually know what the monsters of this realm would even want a human for, let alone why they would eat one as scrawny and thin as Etho – or one at all, Gods know they're packed full of weirdness, like Iron and tiny little creatures – or why they would sell human meat of all things. There's better stuff out there, much easier to get.

But still, playing into Etho's fears of the unknown and his survivability seems to work a little. The human shrinks just that tiny bit on himself, averting Joel's gaze.

The dragon leans on the back of the sofa and let's out a slow, even breath.

That should've calmed him down. But no, instead, Joel is reminded of all the previous countlessly numerous times he has scolded Etho, just like he has now, over his health, or his safety, or his attitude, or his whatever-Etho-does.

And it's like someone decided to throw an island at him without any warning, expecting him to balance the load of trees and streams and houses and life on his shoulders on top of everything else. And maybe that someone was Etho, strudding [?] back into Joel's life as if he belonged there in the first place. As if the would hadn't gotten infected and rotted a long time ago in the silhouette of a masked white haired man.

Etho sits sheepishly silent the whole time.

Of course he would, it's Etho. He can afford to make Joel wait, because like always, Joel will wait for him.

[animalceramics]

[notherpuppet]

Can you do a gender swap Alastor and Lucifer in human form?

Yes

Luci and Alice

[hansoeii]

Jayvik WIP 🤭

[riveriafalll]

Me writing anything:

[tartppola]

adeuyuu posting again 😫😫

[skeptical-saniwa]

POV u wake up next to him (wip)

[simonbrain]

simon thinks you're a deity. he thinks you're his saviour, his beautiful angel who descended from heaven just to save a nasty old man like him.

his unwavering devotion feeds something dark inside you; the way he so easily lets his guard down in your presence, the way his head hangs low and he treasures every word you say, it has your mind reeling. he just wants to please you—if he ever upsets you, he almost kills himself trying to make up for his wrongs.

"please love, i'll be better, i promise," he pleads on his knees as you stare down at him with an uninterested look on your face, your blank eyes boring into his teary ones. he'll grovel for as long as you make him. he humps your leg while groaning pathetic apologies; the sounds almost resembling the low growls of a dog.

"i don't know, simon." you sigh, your voice cold as you watch him rut against you. "i told you, didn't i? that you're only getting one more chance." you thread your fingers through his hair to yank his head back, pulling a low moan from him. "i said that i'd leave if you fucked it up again."

his cock pulses and leaks in his pants, but he doesn't touch, no. he can prove he's your good boy. he'll earn your forgiveness.

"p— please, i'm sorry." he inhales sharply when you roughly squeeze his cheeks together, his scarred lips jutting out. right now, he resembles nothing of a lieutenant; all that kneels before you is your rowdy mutt, and you've been too soft on him lately. it seems he needs to be disciplined again.

[chu-cho]

y’all have no idea what i’m cooking up rn…

[smilingfr3ak]

So anyway, I animated this one part of TF2's "The Naked and The Dead" comic

I don't wanna color it anymore pleaSe- iT'S SO TIRING--

[moonlight1caladium]

could you guys tell my art isn't as horid anymore?/hj oh btw, new dca fit just dropped (I designed it)

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[beanbagstab]

Some unfinished sonamy stuff💙🩷

[papillon-de-porcelaine]

"Oh being a writer must be so cool and artistic"

No being a writer is frantically googling shit like this at 1 am on a work night

[re0l-39]

THEM 🥺💖

[seaprincess-selkie]

So close to finishing the matching skirt (until my next berry project 🍓)