#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.

[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 😫😫

[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)

[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

[paintedcrows]

working on a little something based on that hysterical bit in the NYCC Panel where Stan calls Bill a cop 👨‍💼💼

[comikbook]

update on this

[blainke-omens]

Crowley Does Pottery HC anyone ? Because … it has a grip on me. I couldn’t hold back posting this wip any longer — I am so desperate for anyone else to share my vision in this.

[choccy-milky]

clora's fav time to tease seb is when they're busy or in public and he has to restrain himself......girly knows what she's doing😇 (from my vellmore oneshot^^)

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[charon-cries]

gerry wip