#their call for home wip

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Their Call for Home Part 1

I tag those I remember who had some interest in this. If you don't want to be tagged in the future, let me know. Also, if you like to be tagged.

Warnings: mentions of blood

Tagging @writernopal @writerfae @druidx @ashen-crest @verba-writing@arigalefantasynovels @cljordan-imperium @ettawritesnstudies

“What are you thinking?” Behind Maud Amon stirred from his sleep, already fully awake like every morning, and just caught on her glancing out the window down the street. “Something’s changing in Mer’Teval.” “What do you mean?” In an instant he was next to her, his arms wrapped around her emitting this sleepy warmth she loved so much in the morning. Maud leaned into the embrace, her gaze raising up the part of the city where the king resided. The Crystal, as the people called that inner part of the city only the royal guards and royal family had access to. “Call it the superstition of a healer, but the air changed last night. Big things are coming, and I don’t know if they are good.” Amon placed a kiss on her temple and hummed a soft agreement. “If there is something, jihemu, I learned a long time ago to believe your gut feeling.” Her hand snaked back around his head and scratched his ear. A soft hum from him calmed Maud down, but still the feeling remained. Something changed, and big things were coming. Maybe it was more than just a bad feeling. Maybe it was one of the rare cases her grandmother’s gift showed itself and warned her, even if she wasn’t a proper seer herself.

“We need to get started for the day”, she reminded with a snicker. “Just a second.” His tousled hair brushed against her neck as he cuddled into her back with a happy sigh. With a content smile, she turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his torso. “I could stay like this forever.” “You know what I will tell you now.” “The same thing you tell me every morning…” His smile pressed against her cheek, a moment later his tusks touched her lip gently. Maud opened her eyes with a questioning look. “What?” “You know how much I love you, jihemu?” “As much as I love you, jihemu,” she smiled. Amon placed a tender kiss on her nose before he broke free. “I should see what Reki is up to. I wouldn’t be surprised if the little one curled up in the fireplace.” “Don’t spoil her with treats before breakfast”, Maud warned, even if her own laughter took the edge off it. “I would never dare.” Amon’s laughter waved through the house as he went to check on the little dragon. The feeling of looming doom was still there, but Amon’s lighthearted teasing made Maud feel slightly better. She took a deep breath before she went to get dressed and prepare breakfast. Soon their merry bunch of misfits and lost souls would pour in search of a warm place, a breakfast or just some company.

Reki curled up with a small poof of fire under the pot of water for tea while Amon rummaged around to find his googles. Maud stood with her hip rested at the table and watched him run around like a cow in a thunderstorm, while the scent of the herbs and scrambled eggs slowly filled the room. It was a thankful, slow morning, and she knew to cherish them as they came. She knew visitors were coming before the knock on the door came because Reki lifted her little dragon head curiously. With the knock on the door, the faint sound of metal sounded off, giving away it was the royal guard. There were only two reasons for them to appear on her doorstep that early: Either one of them was hung over and didn’t want to go to their guard’s healer or Meir. The uproar outside said it was Meir. The moment she opened the door, said former royal guard hung between two of his old comrades, looking like he had a run in with Death herself, but still with this aloof smirk on his face that lit up his amber eyes under this unruly mop of black hair. They had him in a secure grip by his shoulders to make sure he wouldn’t run away, like he ever would. “Good morning, Maud, I am sorry to disturb you but…” She waved them off and motioned inside. “You know the way, guys.” They dragged him inside and threw Meir on a free chair. Reki immediately scurried over and seated herself on Meir’s lap. Love-sick little dragon. The higher-ranked guard nodded to the other one he could leave and waited for him to be out of the door before he addressed Meir. “I can’t keep doing this.” “I never asked you to, Kellen.” “We are friends, moron. That’s the least thing I can do.” “You mean beside throwing me in a cell?,” Meir asked while scratching Reki’s ear. Kellen sighed defeated. “Make sure he will stay away from a pub for one night”, he said towards Maud before he left off. She already had the small jar with salve in her hands and put it in front of him. “You know he tries to help”, Maud reminded Meir softly, and left for the last preparation of the day. “I know”, he sighed, just as defeated as Kellen moments ago, “But he has to understand it would be better for him to stop caring.” “Says the man who cares too much”, Amon teased, finally with his googles in his hands. A boyish smile was all Meir could muster as a reply as he opened the jar and started to apply the salve to his bruises. “Where is Iskra? She isn’t here yet?” Meir’s eyes scanned the room for the young tiefling bard. “Probably overdoing it again.” Amon placed the bread and eggs in front of Meir with a look that left no discussion as to eat. Maud came back with the blue vest that carried the tree emblem, identifying her as an official healer. “Another one I need to keep out of the pubs for tonight.” The door swung open and a heartily yawing Iskra stumbled inside. She barely managed to put her lute aside before she fell into the last free chair. “You are barely awake, sweets,” Meir softly admonished and grabbed the pot of tea to pour her a mug, adding extra honey for her voice. Maud and Amon shared an amused look. Ever since Iskra came to the city and became part of their unusual horde, Meir became her protector. Only he knew what he saw in her. “Thanks. The patrons just left.” “You need to take better care of yourself, sweet love,” Amon advised, “There is no use in grinding yourself to dust. Take a day off.” Iskra’s snoring was the only sound, her head in her hands.” “Go to work, I’ll carry her to her room,” Meir snickered at the sight, “And I promise no gambling tonight. It will be enough of a game of luck to keep her entertained.” “True words. A bag of fire ants is easier to handle than her when bored”, Maud laughed and patted his shoulder, “And get a bath, you stink.” Laughter erupted at Maud’s comment.

[nhura]

QUICK NO ONE'S LOOKING

(See readmore for thoughts, cope, bonus, etc.)

Anyone else up thinking about Ratio's big, strong, secure arms and how warm and all-consuming they could be in a hug or embrace. :/ Anyway

I just wanted to draw them being cute and seizing a sliver of a moment where they could have some PDA silly time without actually having any eyes on them. They're public figures and working adults with very clear boundaries between public persona and private life (to varying degrees of "in a sad way"), so while it may be in Aventurine's nature to constantly blur lines for various agendas and self-preservation (read: play "the flirt" without an aligned goal), I believe that in an actual relationship they'd be fairly private.

It's kind of fun to break your own rules, though! Ratio would be more upset about the consequences, though. He's a little bit of a hypocrite, which is devastating for someone of such discipline, but nobody's perfect.

I'm of the mentality of, "If you're tired of working on it, then just post it!", so here are some fun peripherals that I didn't feel like adding:

Some staff in the background sweeping up to evoke a blended sense of fragile privacy and liminal time.

A laptop on the aquarium/bar/counter because there's something fascinating about seeing people on their work laptops in public.

The rest of their clothes (casual friday)

[blood-teeth]

"...and, at the end of it all, this is the truth of you. The truth of your ruinous, shaky hands. The truth of you whole, de-fleshed, flayed. Your bones are harbingers, your fingers methods of decay. You are the mouthpiece for death. You remember the Bhagavad Gita and I am become death, destroyer of worlds. Look at me, you say, I am Time itself, and I must one day destroy your world as I have always done. 

In the light of a long dead star, the last astronaut wakes up. After six decades, the worst has come to pass. The earth is dead, the sun has gone, and the mission to find a new, viable home has failed. There are no more horizons for humanity.

This Grave Calls You Home is a sci-fi thriller set in space after humanity is forced to leave Earth's ravaged surface following nuclear devastation and an environmental collapse. You play as an ER nurse aboard the NEW HORIZON, an immense space station courtesy of THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER. This colossal facility, a self-contained city in orbit, houses the remnants of humanity. And it is here that your days pass in monotony, caring for the irradiated people born from Earth and the critically ill, trying your best to survive the relentless demands of the Emergency Room and your own deteriorating mental health. When a patrol flagship discovers the ARCADIA-II - a long-forgotten relic from humanity's past - and finds within slumbers an astronaut who had failed at delivering humanity from destruction, the routine of your life is throughly interrupted. As the mystery of the ARCADIA-II and PROJECT ODYSSEY unfold, you learn that your part in this could mean humanity's salvation.

Or you could be its extinction.

YOU WILL LIKE THIS IF YOU LIKE: - INTERSTELLAR - THE LOCKED TOMB SERIES - BLADERUNNER - HEAVEN WILL BE MINE - TIME TRAVEL AND TIME LOOPS - GHOST STATION - ALIEN

THE LAST ASTRONAUT(M/F 25)- ALEX STERN "...my love, i no longer know what it is to be warm." The lone ranger, the last star. The failure of deliverance. Feel their breath against yours, cup their ribcage into your hands to feel the long, dead beat of their heart. You know them, you know them. You swear you do.

THE SCIENTIST (F 23) - OPHELIA VALDEZ "...in the wake of dawn," she says, "it has only ever been you." The General's daughter and the brightest mind the world has ever seen. You brush your fingers along the bone of her brow and marvel at her atoms meeting yours. maybe science is religion, you think. maybe you will bend and lick and worship her taste on your mouth.

THE ENGINEER (THEY/THEM 24) - PUCK GOODFELLOW "is that your real name?" "no," they smile. "nothing has ever been mine own. i belong to you. give me a new name. give me a new life. i am yours." The scent of engine oil and gritted teeth. Place your mouth against their neck and taste the blood of a covenant past. They hold you in their palms; you feel the promise of something greater, something before.

THE BOTANIST (M/F 25) - CAIA / CAIUS CAIN "i am no good at words. i'm good in the dirt and the roots and the trees. darling, you've been in everything i touch." the cool touch of water, liberation at their smile. Take the bite and know what it means to become. Dig your hands deep, deep in the earth and feel what it means to love.

THE MAJOR (TRANS M 27) - JONATHAN STERN "i have given my life to duty, to sacrifice, to obligation. i wish to give it to you, now, instead. it has been an honor serving you." A past marked by violence made by hands meant to touch. To soothe. He holds you tight against his chest and if you close your eyes you can still smell the smoke. He holds you like an apology. Like a prayer.

DEMO (coming soon!) - PLAYLIST - FAQ

[cappydoodle]

rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think

[unspecifiedfigure]

brainwashed soap has, well, brainwashed me so have a wip

[w1yre]

they kissed five minutes later

[fidgetspringer-art]

Close-up shots of shoes has to be one of my favourite things to draw

[vettelsvee]

QUICK UPDATE ON MY WIP (using this tweet i posted today)

HI GUYS! september is finally here so are uni, teacher student practice, english classes to get my final certificates and, hopefully, part time job as an english teacher, which means nothing but i won't have much time to write, but i'll try my best to give you weekly updates (i'm currently struggling with anxiety over some uni stuff but as soon as i get news about that i'll be fine!)

so, as for my wip, this is what i can tell you about the ones i have in mind right now and that i consider that are a priority (you have more information about them before keep reading):

-> GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET (ferrari!seb x ex gf singer!reader): most requested one (actually i'm quite impressed tbh). i have lots of parts and smaus planned and, if i have time to, i'm planning on posting four/five parts and one/two smaus (remember that seb and y/n are meeting in the next part, can't wait for you guys to read it!). next part almost written but I need to do some corrections :)

-> HOLD ON TO HOPE (rbr!seb x bff!reader | spider-man au): writing parts 1 and 2 (both of them are already planned and ready to finish writing)

-> OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN (lewis x pregnant!reader): planning on writing parts 1 and 2 this month

-> HISTORY (seb x race engineer wife!reader): i'd love to post the intro of meeting (first volume on this series, based on 2008) + prologue and parts 1 and two (as they're already written and they just need correction because remember this series the first one i posted here and i wasn't comfortable with it)

-> ONE CALL AWAY (oscar x booktoker and librarian!reader) and WAY BACK HOME (george x lawyer!reader): i'd love to post parts 1 and 2 of each series and some smaus :)

in case you wanna now more info about them you know that my messages (anon or dm) are available! thank you to you all! <3

[salamispots]

every time I make fake store ads/product designs I'm just like

[cherrytraveller]

sorry that i've deprived you all of a wip preview, anyway; deity-fies your local bad future mystic magic nuke

[princenotsocharming]

Ok but what if they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship??

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Last Lines Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea

I was lucky to have some time to write today, so this came in handy.

“I don’t know why she needs to wear those cloths when she performs”, Saylah lamented. “It is part of the job. Just like adventurers wear those leather vests.” Meir only reacted half-hearted, since his eyes were fixed on Feyre and how this new guy the group hired kept on touching her while they talked. Something deep in his stomach wanted to rebel, but he put it on his third mug of beer. “But it attracts all those lecherous guys. She isn’t even into guys!” Saylah got more agitated and moved her mug into the general direction of Iskra who used her tail to keep the guys at a distance. “I think she handles it well. Being a Tiefling comes in handy as bard, I guess.” “I still don’t like it. They look at her like she is some poor bunny ready to be caught.” “You can go home if this upsets you so much”, Meir suggested. She huffed angry and took another sip, her eyes glued to Iskra in her flowing blue skirt and white off-shoulder blouse with the red short vest that appeared to be a gift from Saylah if anyone had asked Meir, since the tight fit and the embroidery was nothing Iskra would usually get for herself, but he clearly had seen on Saylah before.

I am tagging @ettawritesnstudies @ashen-crest @cljordan-imperium @bloodlessheirbyjacques

I don't know who likes to be tagged in those things so, if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

[blood-teeth]

sneak peek...

[hydroj1nn]

hello i come with wips and a question!!

(for all except killer, they're gonna look very very different when finished, trust the process 💀 )

[captain-gillian]

thank you for the tag @sznofthesticks

here’s some of the WIP where I gave tarlos a pet again I’m hoping to have this finished by easter

tags under the cut

He settles the bunny in a shoebox on the end of his bunk, but it doesn’t take long for it to hop across and crawl into his lap.

“Aww, somebunny loves you; I’m sure that’ll be a great comfort when Carlos divorces you for bringing home another pet without asking,” Nancy teases as she appears in the doorway.

“You’re the worst, Nancy.”

“Okay, in that case, I guess I won’t tell you that I saw Carlos’ car out front and that you have about a minute to get your story straight about the rabbit,” She says.

“Can you distract him for a minute?” TK asks, pulling on the AFD hoodie strewn across the bunk's end and carefully stashing the bunny inside the pocket. He can already hear Carlos’ boots on the stairs.

“Too late,” Nancy smirks as she heads out the door toward the stairs. TK hears her greet Carlos as she passes him on the stairs.

open tag and no pressure tagging @fallout-mars @welcometololaland @firstprince-history-huh

[lordsalissoon]

I'm trying something with an old animation I had sketched a little less than two years ago.

I still think the arm holding the sword is moving weirdly before Lamb turns, but I have no idea how to fix it. And I just noticed I need to fix one or two frames of the bell. Oh well

Also... Since I was picturing something original when I started animating it, it is a silent animation!