#unfinnished

[69liesleft]

I have this old ahh kaguya sketch from months ago

[digenerate-trash]

I love my greesy little guy. He's more like a deranged friend then a love intrest

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

Day: 1 Hypnotist lore & Day: 21 Culinary Mortals

My concept of May Mortals day. I was not able to finnish But as of now I working on my history worksheet about Haiti 🇭🇹 so here’s my character concept art working through dimensions as a culinary artist!

Theirs many neat things ive learned, and a lot of ways I could help. Considering it was hard for me to find current decolanaztion for the end of my worksheet due to the current political climate in haiti.

Here are the donations sites ive found one posted by another Minecraft artist about haiti(I forget their user) And another that I found while researching for my work that's about modern slavery with haiti children.

Go fund me

restvake children

Haiti and Columbian inspired history on how they used their fur/hair as maps to escape slavery. The enslavers has already learned their language. Carrying gold and seeds for their journey to the nether or land for survival. But in modern years a black barber (may 21 celebrates locks and black hair and how they were used to help escape. Celebrated in Columbus with a hair braiding tournament). They’d found a nether portal in hopes to track their way back to those who may survived running away to the nether. Being great friends with the hypnotist of the mansion.

(Link;source: empty because I needed to go to bed before it became 22)

Inspired by Haitis history and resilience for my history calls on de-colonization. I just had daydreams that inspired my characters as they went with being brainstormed.

The culinary sister that was able to runaway became someone with great culinaria skills, and with the seeds and map of her hair that helped guide her and others away. Water slowly evaporating to leave in and out of the nether to get some more seeds and grain and survive nether.

She ended up finding her way back with zombie and a new portal to the potatoe, where she was met with a knew metal gaurdian that is her frying pan (in concept they act like a canon that shoot potatoes) with the Haiti flag being cool and also having axe as a gift from a piglin.

Hati has many issues that are the aftermath of colonialism, and there are many sites I’ve read about their culture and history. Ecpecially for the art we have to make to show that we are able to interpret and communicate what we know and understand into art. (This is definitely not th exact words my teacher said. I forget the exact word and description of skill we’d show;)

[vannyblutea]

i just think the noodle should get to swear

[anemonet]

what if we just got really weird about iterator wires ok (wip im totally gonna finnish tomorrow)

[roakkaliha]

did i ever tell you guys abt how my mom has been hit on at pride by gay men who were under the impression that she was a man in drag

[tricornonthecob]

*PERKELE*

After searching high and low for a way to stream, I tried looking for the actual physical DVDs on both the Amazons and on Ebay and - nothing.

You guys. Hovimäki is so obscure that it also doesn't show up in any torrents. I think it may be the one thing that breaks Rule 34.

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

WIP Purge

Where my untouched and forgotten work in progress goes to the trash bin. But before they meet their demise, I figured I'd show you what is being tossed and give my thoughts on them before they never see the sunshine again.

However, if in the future a part of me feels like I can go back to it, this is the post where it will be saved. Unless tumblr eats my tags and I never find it again after this is posted.

ANYWAYS! From what I can tell, no major warnings are needed for what is below the cut. Please note that this is in fact a very long post filled with commentary that is either ramblings, me occasionly giving thoughts in bold mid wip to address things, and so on.

This is mostly for you guys to see what could have been as well as some comedy. If you have any thoughts on these, please feel free to comment on them. I really want to know what you guys think.

Have fun! And thank you for participating in this purge.

Eyes On Me

If I'm not mistaken this had been a request that just fell through the cracks before I had my breakdown. This one was from when I first started attempting to write for MCU characters. I tried going back and rereading and replanning this fic, but everything I tried to do didn't work. So it sat there unfinished. Maybe one day I'll come back and give Druig another try.

I need you to come back to me.

The words may have been rushed and loud to anyone that had been close by but to Y/N she couldn’t even hear them. Her mind blocking out the words in one way or another. Images flashed before her eyes. Ones that she’d hardly recognized but felt oh so familiar to her.

I don’t want to hurt you. Come back.

The words were muffled in comparison to the chaos that echoed within Y/N’s ears. The screams of the scared and injured only gripped the hold on Y/N tighter that it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Death and destruction louder than the calming words that were being attempted to bring her back from the madness that was consuming her.

What Y/N didn’t know was (What didn't she know?!?! Cause I sure as hell don't remember lmao. )

“She’s struggling.” He said as he shook his head. “One moment she’s fine and she can fight it off, but in the next it’s like-” He couldn’t find the right words to explain the battle Y/N would lose with herself. Druig’s mind only comes up with the smallest comparison to Thena that very night in Tenochtitlan.

“As if she is stuck in between the past and the present.” Gilgamesh said with a nod in understanding. “You grow worried with how long she’ll be able to fight it off before you’re fighting her to come back to you.” His eyes landed on Thena as she brought a glass up to her lips and took a drink. “Some days it is as easy as telling her a few words, and other days it takes a while to break through to her.”

They both watched as Y/N and Thena began to toss their heads back in laughter at whatever was said in their conversation. The details were unknown to the men, but it was something that had actually brought a smile to both of their faces. The two women had been close before they all had gone their separate ways.

Thena only ever laughed that hard when Y/N was around. And it was only ever Thena that could ever get Y/N to be still for longer than five minutes. Though over time Y/N had been able to adapt and be content with boredom, it was then that both Druig and Gilgamesh had seen how calm Y/N was.

“What caused it?” Gilgamesh asked a moment later.

“We take trips when she needs them.” Druig began. “Staying in one spot gets to her at times. She chose the destination not knowing what to expect, it had been centuries since she had last visited. When we arrived, we were met with war among the civilians. She killed ten humans before I was able to get through to her.”

I REALLY REALLY loved the relationship between the reader and Thena. I really wanted that sibling relationship between them, and it just sucks that my brain refuses to make this fic work.

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Untitled Shower Thoughts

Legit, if you looked at the doc name it's what the name of it is. I had an idea mid-shower for this particular scene but for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was for. But it was going to be angsty apparently. I don't even know what character was supposed to be used for this one either.

"What changed?"

There was a time that I felt peace with you by my side. I never went without and you showed me what it was like to be loved. But it wasn't me who changed. " She shook her head slightly. "You left. Maybe not physically but you weren't here with me. Together, I longed for the peace we had, the longing hurt. And the days you were on a mission, I felt peace."

For a moment she believed that as she said the words there would be some kind of ache in her chest. Some guilt at falling out of love for him. Some anger at him for leaving as he always did, even when she asked him to stay. All she felt was as if she was talking to an old friend she hadn't seen in a while. He may not have admitted to himself, but Y/N knew he has left long before she even began to feel lonely.

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ONLY WITH YOU

All I know was this was supposed to be a request that I couldn't bring myself to finish before I did a 'reset.' It was going to be one of those 'Everyone lives in the Avengers Tower' fics and I cant remember what it was that made me not want to finish it. Maybe it was the fact that in my notes for this, that this was supposed to be tooth rotting fluff and the tooth rotting stuff I couldn't get my brain to focus on.

When Y/N first officially met Loki, she had just returned from a mission she had been on for the last few weeks. Just like many had, she had witnessed the events of New York first hand. While she hadn’t fought him face to face like some of the others, she had been happy to see the man in cuffs and being taken back to Asgard. And when the news began to spread that the Asgardian would be returning to New York, she was against it. An agreement had been made and she wasn’t the only one who shared the same views.

By the time she returned, the team had already gone through the motions of being on standby for Loki’s arrival. He and Thor had taken up residency on one of the floors of Avengers Tower for a whole week before Y/N returned. And when she met the God of Mischief….

{Insert details things} (What details cause none of it is happening)

In the end, Y/N left with tears of frustration in her eyes. Minutes after leaving the room she volunteered herself for the next mission even though she had just gotten back. Anything to put some space between them after an interaction like that one.

Months had come and gone with Y/N doing what she could to avoid Loki. While at first it had been out of anger and hatred, now it had been mostly for the sake of giving him whatever space he needed. To allow him to adjust to a life not only on Earth, but working to be a part of the Avengers.

Y/N knew this wasn’t easy for anyone. Not when there was an occasional throwing New York in Loki’s face from time to time. Most of the Avengers were on high alert with Loki around. And when he was put on missions, chaos usually ensued when some of them felt as though they couldn’t turn their backs on him. Even Y/N had been guilty of doing the same when they first started going on missions together.

It wasn’t until their next mission together that something seemed to change between the two.

When Y/N woke up in the med bay, she wasn't surprised to see the familiar faces of Natasha or even Steve talking as they sat beside her bed. What she had been surprised by was Loki standing by the entryway to her little sectioned off room. There was a look of relief on his face as he watched her eyes open and watched as her eyes focused on him. He gave her a slight nod of his head before turning and walking away.

“How long have I been out?” She asked a moment later as she ran her hand along her forehead. There was an echo of an ache that was currently making it’s presence known the longer she was awake.

“Almost two weeks.” Steve said as he leaned forward in his chair.

“We weren’t sure how much longer we could take you not being around.” Natasha said jokingly as she laid out the blanket on top of Y/N. “Some more than others couldn’t leave your side.”

“That someone being you?” Y/N asked as she looked over at Natasha with a small smile pulling at her lips.

Natasha chuckled. “Someone actually has me beat.” She noted before looking towards the entryway.

While Loki wasn’t there anymore, Y/N knew exactly who Natasha had been talking about. If she hadn’t seen Loki there when she first woke up, she wasn’t sure if she’d believe what Natasha was telling her.

Y/N’s eyebrow raised slightly. “Really?”

“He only leaves your side when someone else comes to visit you.” Steve added. “I’ll admit when he carried you in, we weren’t exactly accepting of the idea.”

“We had no idea what was going on after your coms went out

I really wish I had finished this one. But I also think the lack of interaction with my Loki fics just depresses me and I think that's a reason that I've kind of stopped writing things for him. Bummer I know.

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Untitled Elijah Fluff

Apparently I can't finish the fluffy things my brain tries to come up with.

For the first time in quite some time, things had been quiet. Threats didn’t come and go as frequently or there was no need to be constantly looking over their shoulders for something that may or may not be coming after them. And for once The Mikaelson family could easily let their guard down and actually enjoy life.

Klaus, Hope and Hayley had found themselves on a family trip across Europe. All of it as educational as they could make it while letting Hope take in other parts of the world. A chance for her to grow and learn things that only HaYley or Klaus could teach her as the hybrids they were.

As for the rest of the Mikaelsons, they stayed put in New Orleans in hopes of making the city better. A chance to unite the factions and make the city thrive in a way that it never had before. And it was working for the most part. Even they knew that not everything would run smoothly while attempting to make things better.Nothing ever more than they could handle in the process. Not when the leaders of the factions were moving to make the same peace the Mikaelsons wanted.

Y/N and Elijah had been lounging in the study. Each of them with a book in their hands. While Elijah was catching up on his reading, Y/N had been reading a grimoire that had been passed down to her. It had been the first time she had actually sat down and went through it.

There was a time Y/N had believed her family had lost the grimoire years before she had become of age. After facing their last threat, Y/N found it among the ruins of her family home. It took her some time before she actually decided to crack open the book and peek at the pages. But once she had, she didn’t regret it.

The pages had been filled with spells and details that she hadn’t believed were possible. Spells such as these ones should be hoped to keep out of the wrong hands. And as she flipped through the pages, she would seal the page with a spell making it only visible to those with the best intentions of using the spell.

But in the last hour, her eyes had been glued to a spell that occupied one of the pages. The design on the page had been intricate. Words covered the page in a language she wasn’t sure she could even pronounce, let alone read in that moment. But it was the images that were drawn on the page that held her attention.

Vines grew up along the page towards the top of it. A handful of seeds drawn as if it had been the one to drop the seeds into the ground that allowed the vines to grow and thrive. Intertwined in the vines had a few different images of life.

Y/N stared at the spell in front of her. She must have read and reread it several times since she had found it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she translated on the page for the millionth time trying to make sure she had in fact translated the spell correctly.

With each word that came out the same each time, excitement rose within her. For each word that had gotten her mind to click in the correct order, it made her heart race. And when she got to the very last word, a gasp passed her lips at the realization of what she found.

"What is it?" Elijah asked from across the room.

He had been watching her for the last several minutes. He had watched as she had been so focused on the page in front of her that she hadn't even heard him speak to her moments before. With every tilt of her head and every purse of her lips as she worked on it.

Y/N's head shot up at his words. The first time she registered his voice in a while. She could see the curious look on Elijah's face and all she could do was smile at him. She couldn't even make the words form that were wanting to be said. She didn't know how to say them without getting anyone's hopes up.

Not with this. Not with the potential to bring a new life into the world. Where loopholes can be had. Someone in her family was crazy enough to do it. She just needed someone other than the love of her life to be the first one to hear it.

She gave him a smile as she got up from her seat, the book closing with her pointer finger holding its place. She walked over to him, before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise to explain later." She said before standing straight. "I just need to talk to your sister before anything."

"Freya isn't here." He said with a raised brow as he watched her begin to turn and walk out of their study.

"I never said I needed Freya." She said as she looked over her shoulder at him before leaving the room altogether.

Elijah shook his head and chuckled as he heard her feet pick up as she rushed to find Rebekah. As she did, there was a flicker of hope that ignited within him. If this was the spell he believed it to be, things would surely change around there for the better.

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Enchanted

This fic had notes to be a song fic to Taylor Swift. But I have no idea where the hell I was going with this fic. I think reader was supposed to have her memories compelled away and the familiarity of things was supposed to trigger something to remembering her first night meeting Elijah. But once again, I can't get my brain to want to come back to this one.

"You seem rather uninterested to be here." The voice was familiar in a way that Y/N couldn't help but turn around rather quickly, her drink almost spilling over the rim as she turned.

The moment she had turned, there was no recognition of the person who spoke moments before. Even as her eyes wandered over the man before her in the three-piece suit. His brown eyes took in her appearance just as she had, but there was a gleam in his eyes that had screamed at Y/N that he was familiar with her. As if he knew her more intimately than she believed.

She quickly shook the thoughts from her head, before giving him a small smile. "Unfortunately any time I'm dragged to an event such as this one, I tend to grow bored with it halfway through the night. Attend one and you've seen all of them."

That caused a small smirk to pull at the man's lips. The smirk itself had caused something to stir within Y/N, but the source of it all was still buried deep within her. Something that she was questioning more as the minutes passed.

"And what of our hosts?" He asked curiously as he tucked one hand into his pant’s pocket. "I'm sure they'd be worried if a benefactor such as yourself was uninterested in this get-together."

"The Salvatores have the city's best interest at heart." Y/N knew that was a lie. She knew that it was the farthest from the truth. That this party was nothing more than to reach into the deep pockets of the benefactors of the city to ensure their organization was continuously thriving. "My continuous contributions don't mean they are aiming to please their guests once boredom strikes."

The smirk tugged at his lips for another brief moment before it left his lips altogether. The way her heartbeat had quickened had told him she was lying. Even if it was the tiniest of lies, he rather enjoyed that she even disliked the Salvatores' actions in their business.

"What if I could persuade you to turn your contributions to another organization that pull\ their efforts towards what the vampires of the community actually want?" His eyes never left hers as he said the words.

As she took in the words, they held familiarity, as if they had this exact conversation before. A small smirk had pulled at her lips. "And how do you intend to persuade me?"

He chuckled before his attention had been caught by the change of music playing. He tilted his head towards the dance floor before holding his hand out to her. Her eyebrow raised as she observed his hand.

"Give me this dance to provide all the information you need to make a decision. And if you decide to hear more, we can take our conversation elsewhere."

After a moment, she nodded her head before placing her hand in his. "One dance. You better start talking."

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he began to lead her towards the dancefloor. Once a spot had been occupied, he spun Y/N before bringing her towards him and taking her free hand.

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Untitled Mafia based Series

Let me tell you. I really wanted to dive into another Series with Elijah. But the amount of Series I had going on with that man was bad at the time. So I kind of put it on the back burner and then it never got finished. Maybe one day.

Y/N’s fingers were quickly tapping away on her keyboard. Her eyes watched as each word formed on the screen, making sure there had been no mistakes. The sooner she got this story done, the sooner she could leave the office and go pick up Elijah from the airport. While his flight wasn't due to land for several hours, she was anxious and excited for him to come home.

(Insert the shit ton of space that was in between things)

Y/N leaned against the door frame looking into the study. She watched as Elijah read a book as he sat in his favorite chair. A smile played on her lips just watching him sitting there. They had been through a lot recently and seeing him relaxed for the first time in a while was a nice sight. “Hey.” She said to get his attention.

Elijah looked up from the book, a smile growing on his face as he saw her. “Hey.” He responded back. He closed his book and placed it on the stand by his chair before standing up. “Is everything alright?”

She smiled and entered the room walking towards him. “Everything is fine.” She said with a nod as she stopped right in front of him. “Actually I'd say everything is perfect.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “You are home, we are safe, and we are together.”

Even though Y/N's words made him smile. She was wrong. There was still plenty of dangers that lurked in the shadows. Many of them were on the brink of making their moves and Elijah knew it was only a matter of time before he had to leave Y/N again. In fact it was just a few short days away. A sigh passed his lips as he ran his hand through her hair. “I won't be home for long.” He admitted.

“But your brother can handle this.” Y/N said shaking her head. “You just got back.” Her voice broke at the end.

“I know I did.” Elijah said knowing that his departure would make things worse for Y/N. “But Klaus isn't going to be able to do this on his own.”

Y/N shook her head again as tears began to fill her eyes. “I can't bare the thought of you being shot at again. You were supposed to come home and stay home.”

“I have to do this, Y/N/N” He said placing his hands on her cheeks hoping he could get her to understand. “This is the last time. We take out the Salvatores once and for all and then we will be able to live in peace.”

“What's to stop anyone from picking up where they left off?” Y/N asked worried. “Nothing will change if you do this.”

“Nothing will change if we don't do anything.” Elijah shook his head. “It won't stop. They killed Henrik and attempted to kill me all because Klaus went after one of their properties. What will happen if we leave them be?” Elijah couldn't even think of the possibilities but her had to get Y/N to understand. “If we don't do this now, what is to stop them from coming after the rest of my siblings or even you?” He shook the images from his head as he moved one hand away from her cheek. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.”

Y/N looked down at her feet for a moment before looking back at him. She didn't want to tell him like this. She didn't want to say it just because he was leaving but he needed to know. “It wouldn't just be me anymore that you'd have to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Elijah asked with a raised brow.

“I hoped that I'd be able to tell you with us celebrating you were home and staying home,” she sighed slightly. “but you need to know before you leave again. I'm pregnant.”

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“Y/N is pregnant?” Klaus asked as he looked at Elijah.

Elijah nodded. “She was hoping to tell me with a private celebration that I'd be staying home. Instead we started arguing and in the middle of it, she told me.”

“And you wish to be with her instead of being here.” Klaus noted.

“Of course I would.” Elijah said with a nod. “She kept it to herself for a month while I had been recovering in hopes that after everything I had been through it would help keep me from coming back “

“And yet you wanted to come back and help me handle things.” Klaus sighed. “You do realize if they find out about her pregnancy they could use that against us.”

“You think I don't know that? That is all I have thought about since she had told me. Word of this gets to them and it will be her they take next. This child is the next generation for us.”

“An heir to our Kingdom.” Klaus noted. “The Salvatores won't take kindly knowing that.”

“Precisely why I asked her to go stay with her parents. If she is out of the country until this over she'll be safe.”

Klaus shook his head. “Sending her to England doesn't make this go away.”

“No but keeping her out of their grasps for now is all I need.

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“How is that wife of yours?” Damon asked as he sat across from Elijah. “I heard she was in England. Is there already trouble in paradise?’

“She is visiting family.” Elijah noted. “We are fine. I would have joined her on her visit but there was business to attend to.”

“Right.” Damon said as he smirked a little. “I only ask because my cousin saw her out while she was visiting as well.” The words alone had caused Elijah to stiffen. “She seemed rather upset about something. not to mention my cousin also mentioned she saw Y/N and her mother walk into a maternity store.”

“You know women these days.” Klaus said hoping to give Elijah a moment to collect his thoughts before doing something he'd regret. “They like to imagine what it would be like by walking through stores.”

My notes had a lot of details. Such as how this would begin along with how Elijah had gotten injured. Yet any time I went back an read through to try and get my brain going, nothing helped.

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KLAUS SOULMATE AU

First of all I have no idea how this one hasn't been done, because I absolutely love soulmate AUs. And this is whereit makes me a bit sad that I couldn't finish this one.

"It's her isn't it?" Rebekah said as she came to stand beside Klaus.

Klaus had never taken his eyes off of the woman. His head nodded in confirmation. "It is."

"Then why aren't you down there introducing yourself to her?" She asked. "The last time she had been reincarnated you let her go without so much as a word to her."

Klaus looked over at his sister. "And she lived a long and happy life. The first one she's had in all of the times she'd been reborn. I can't risk it."

"We will keep her safe." Rebekah tried. She knew how much Klaus had wanted to be with his soulmate. But the world was cruel in the ways that Klaus had lost her time and time again.

"Have you forgotten that it always by yours or even our brothers' hands that she dies?" His eyes narrowed at her before returning to looking down at the street.

The woman had stopped at booth with dozens of boquets of flowers. Klaus watched as her eyes looked over the arrangements before a small smile pulled at her lips. Klaus knew exactly what her favorite and a small smile of his own formed as he watched her grab them and pay the vendor.

"This time will be different." She said placing her hand on Klaus's shoulder. "We wont interfere, we wont even speak with her."

"The last time that happened, our brother used her to prove a point." Klaus noted, not taking his eyes off the woman.

"Kol is in a different country, he wouldn't be able to play his games." She wanted to try anything. They were all fortunate to have their soulmates in their life, except for Klaus.

"No." He shook his head. "She'll live a full life this time around just as she had previously."

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Untitled Crossover fic

I always love challenges, trust me, I really do and I was ready to take this one full on. But I couldn't figure out how to make this one work. And that also makes me sad. So have a bit of a fic that would have been interesting but will never happen.

Her heart felt like it was hitting aginst her ribs as it beat quickly. The blade of the knife only centimeters away from her neck. Dean hesitating the moment she stepped in the way. She watched as her brother glared at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean's voice raised as he dropped his arm, ensuring the knife was away from her.

"Stopping you." She said as heart calmed in the slightest. But she didn't dare relax. Not right now, not when she needed to make things better.

"Move, Y/N." His voice held finality. He had expected his sister to move out of the way and let him finish this. The fact that she had stepped in moments before his blade would have come in contact with the vampire's neck made his blood boil.

She was protecting the vampire that stood behind her. And it proved to him every horrible thought that had been going through his mind the last several weeks when he couldn't get ahold of her. How vague she was on the phone when she finally did answer.

Y/N should have known better. She knew she shouldn't have kept this from any of them for so long. She should have been honest from the beginning. Not the quick and vague text she sent to her brothers or the vague answers she gave Elijah about her family. But she had pictured doing things differently and this wasn't it.

"I'm not moving." She said as she stayed in her place. Even as Elijah attempted to pull her a step or two back to give the hunter some space, she refused to move. "Let it go, Dean. There's no one to fight here"

Even as she said the words, her eyes shifted over to Sam who had just entered the room. There was a look of confusion on his face as he took in the situation.

"You should listen to her." Elijah's voice was calm. If anything, Y/N could pick up on the slight annoyance in his words.

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Untitled Bucky fic

Yeah I have no idea where this one was going. I don't even know what the whole plot was for this. My notes have nothing.

"Trouble in Paradise?"

Y/N shook her head quickly and looked over at Sam. "Um, quite possibly. Bucky has been-" She let out a sigh. "He's closed himself off again and I can't seem to get him to open up this time."

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Untitled who knows what.

My brain comes up with ideas but there's some pieces missing apparently because IDK who the reader is gonna be pissed at in this one.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” Y/N’s voice raised a little more as she raised her finger towards him. “I made the decision to do this. Maybe next time you’ll actually listen to me.”

Thank you for reading the purge. Remember any comments or thoughts on this would be welcomed. Would you have read these fics? Was I crazy for even thinking of the idea? Or are we glad this is going into the trash?

[a-hypnos-v]

Hey tumblr I was supposed to write an informative essay outline on the romanticization of mental illness in the media during my Christmas break but couldn’t find good sources to do actual informative research on- please help. There”s gotta be one of you that’s interested in the topic right? I mean this is tumblr-

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i love the unfinnished painting of luffy-

Thank you! Here’s another one with the leftovers from my palette

[imaganatomy]

"Unfinnished Gympnast"

Mats was worried his gymnastics career would be over after he lost his leg. He soon realized that life as a onelegged guy is a constant mix of the parallel bars and the balance beam, and he found it absolutely thrilling. He swore off prosthetics, to show the gymnasts he continued to coach how easy it was to balance and flip off of one leg if you just practiced at it enough.

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

Take a bite out of my sight

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Highland breezes by the counting of the afternoon, as a turquoise-dressed figure herded a few baby goats spawning by the edge of the cliff.

Downwards off the rocky blanketed cliff, theirs a bump of forest filled with cherry trees, with a shoveled pathway leading downwards to the more paved mountain on a graveled pathway.

Birch and oak Trees were forest coloured the greenery. with a few axes and a small meadow opening that only shows a building exoskeleton of stone pillars. black blocky ravens flew up to the trees.

Down onto the big gradient cobblestone staircase for many donkeys and villagers to get around. with the scratching of a cat running away from the bottom of the stairs messing with hooves of the donkey to yelp and kneel to the dismay but worry of the two villagers handling the donkey. You'd always need to take a step down touch a graze of grass, or look closer into a pond, with ramps for carrying a ravaged ton without them rolling down. But that wouldn't hurt the ravager that much unless you tell the ravager to feel pain from it.

Scattered laughing and the echo in the timbered trees by those with axes who aren't lumberjacks in flannel having a gay ol' time. Those with axes had different attires.

Another echo of the scuttled laugh follows the rumbling echo of the tree, causing a packager to drop a package.

Onlookers were sitting at the balconied rosewood fences, with the far right being oak with decorated bleachers of vines. watch the poor package delivery villager trip in the middle of the village, with the ominous shading of darkness from the forest sending a shiver to the packager when the high branches were cracking from something bigger.

The bristles of branches break from the omen-striking banner. Those that fell on top of the indicator head were pushed off, or thrown away by intricately cuffed gloves of vexes. Escaping the branching in the clearing, and looking around into the forest before the eye moves up to a well-built wall... Carved out beautifully.

The Villager Unemployed mob, with mountain patterns on their robe and a brown collar to signify unemployment, sits at a single table by their fenced balcony. They were sitting at a single table by the fenced balcony, peeking out to greet a banner. Cracking their glasses, were metal 'armour' for the banners edgs against wind.

"Heugh," The Vindicator looks straight up, at a Villager's sharp eyes at the leaning by the wall, arms crossed. Their collar was based on pink terracotta, and their tool belt signified business ownership with their emerald. And as many smart working business owners who got to the top. They speed-walked up the stairs, grabbing the Pakager collar as other villagers looked on.

The Villagers stay seated, looking across at each other at the dragged packager. Pity, the package might have been important. Servagers go on with their job, with a shiver and frozen body realization too. Well if you were the one serving pie to the client who ordered 'Goats Rasberry Eye' and 'Demonic Goats Eye Pried' if everyone needed to pretend they were demons when fae came around and burnt (Not on purpose like most cheesecake, but they aren't allowed to tell you that).

"Uhm, it, may I get you a glass of ice."

The metal bridge of pushing back their glasses, the clank of the platter of pie, chair shoved back. The Servager boots clacked away with dust or dirt clattered behind them, as the villager's knee bent down next to the fence to reach down like a snake to a messenger crow.

A ravager horn drops, but the Vindicator's eyes widen at the villager pulling up their face. Launching their mouth right underneath their inner eye, like mice, and then there was a snap. The illager's right brain felt like shutting off from all senses.

The Villagers moved themselves back from the fence to the sun over the forest horizon. The trickle of blood fell down their cheek even more as the string of meaty blood dangled in the breeze in between a Villagers teeth.

A clank of glass filled with ice reflected onto the sun, and it reflected onto the goat's horn. The passing Servagor freaked out, stepping back at the unconventional rage.

With fear pressing the Vindicator's throat, like prey. They ended up holding themselves in the air, the fear in their eye visible to all who could see. On the horizon, the small swaying of the trees mimicked the sticky string of blood that hung from their high cheekbones. The fear in their eye, the little trickle of trees mimics the stickier bloodied string.

Cherry blossoms burned on their face, unlike a sunburnt crisp Illager, unlike them they still look like a delighted Illager in warmed tones of fear of the serpent's sun.

Wedding bells ring in their head, as they wobble down on the saddle, back arched up and elevating their head by the bite. arched up and elevated their head by the bite. [In a bar they wonder why the bell was rung.’]

They felt a grasp on the neck of a snake untangling themselves from their chokehold to take a deep breath. Their adrenaline heated up to their cheeks. The salty tears fall with pressure and pain trying so hard to let tears go out that it pains them. They continued to bleed, the red liquid dripping down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal Indicator attire. dripped down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal indicator attire.

Everything seems to be tinted by rose gradients, from their face to the horizon gradient. The colder breeze passed them and they couldn't feel the sun's heat on the back of their head. The Illager had held their hand to their cheek, coating their glove. Deadpanned silence with the munching of the forest life hunger, watching the villager take a bite out of the pie.

They felt like a fox that never wanted the crow to drop their own eye. Watching that Villager through the pink fence, waiting for a response, they had watched them take a bite out of an eye. Realizing they subconsciously reached for their chest to clench, wrinkling their clothes. Being able to hear their panting and winds noisy breeze. Their flushed faces moved from tint to tint, in fading shades of doozies from their flushing face flushing out more blood them.

Observing the architectural stonework, the chairs seemed inspired by dessert temple creepers' drawings, the sunset looked like it was tempered by the sunset.

Gulping down some saliva, feeling drier than the blood staining their saddle, they arched themselves back from picking up their goat horn

Their Ravager looked up at their rider, turning around and walking back into the shrubbery of the forest, paying no mind to the banner scraping the fence on the wall. The Illager tightly adjusted themselves back onto their ravager and held the reins. Seeming like an amateur rider.

[vannyblutea]

[sonicreanimate]

I can't believe it took me over 2 years to finally post the collab.

You may be asking, why is it unfinnished? There are a lot of reasons, for one, it was kinda hard to keep one with the progress; what was left and what was completed alongisde the people participating.

At the time there was a lot of Re-Animated collabs going on, even another AoStH one that failed to get completed.

Suddenly people leaving and losing faith on the project, which it made me sad, which at the time I wasn't feeling emotionally fine for personal reasons, and also for choosing a not so iconic episode. I hope you enjoy what it got done

[mm1kyu]

unfinnished/i dont plan on finnishing but i jus wanted to draw her as bibi reden in that one panel also a little doodle

[kikithegr8]

Yay for the Finn girlies! I personally do not claim to be a Finn girlie. He was too indecisive in season 5, then he came back with longer prettier hair that I’m not a fan of and looking like he had Botox and I prefer if he was a little more rugged. Plus the whole thing with Kat was super annoying. However, your girl loves a bit of flirty banter (in my British voice). Now normally first play through I try to stay loyal but this season I’m a little reckless. Chose Chen (really wanted Henri), ended up with Henri (went all the way) brought back Lyle and coupled up with him. Henri is super sweet but I need a little spice in my life. Like the spice Finn is bringing…so here is a replay in case I consider going back to a loyal route (real life me) as opposed to a reckless ho route (alter ego).

It was the flirty banter (British accent) that had me locked in with Shawn after that game when we made the statement that he fancied the pants off us and he took two sips of his drink. I’m not locked in with Finn, but we certainly have some unFinnished business…see what I did there? Tee hee hee. 😜 Anyway off to the hideaway with Lyle…

Ho is life!

If Stephan is cute, he can get it too! 🤞🏽

And can I just say we are looking 🔥 AF? This is how you do hideaway lingerie. This isn’t for every day this is a treat.