#unofficial wip

[retquits]

Please please please I need to see my husband Elliot in a winter outfit 🙏 your style is so soft and pretty btw

thank you!! 🥺💛 i didn't see this ask before i drew him the other day, so... surprise i guess!!! LOL

here's another little chibi winter elliott from a big wip project ☃

[joyfuladorable]

03 Capril, but it's that bit from Secret Sleepover Society's Hitman playthrough

Page 2 without the text + the Bit

[th3e-m4ng0]

[tj-dragonblade]

For the title ask game - I'd really love to read more of the 1889 rain kiss fic 🥰🥹 I'm so weak for all the anguish and drama 1889 entails

Ah, then let me share with you from closer to the beginning of this thing, where the anguish and drama are strongest!

He centers his attention on this nightmare, to feel out the shape of what frightens Hob so, what about him frightens Hob so. For it is about him, that much is plain to tell; there are few dreamers to whom he is known such that he could be dreamed about, and it tickles at his awareness when they do. It is but the smallest effort to find Hob and step into his Dream, a mere gesture to dismiss the diligent nightmare, his faithful subject, who was directing the dreamscape. It is no effort at all to slip himself into his own shade within the dream, to face the reality that Hob fears him, some part of him, no matter his own feelings on such a revelation. It is not unexpected, after all; he is a creature to be feared, respected, admired perhaps, but not befriended, not sought after for his companionship. It was inevitable that Hob should see this, particularly now that Dream has given him a name, the briefest explanation of function, greater frequency of meetings in which he can observe and discover Dream's faults. (He does not delude himself. He had not expected it to happen so swiftly; Hob is kind, and forgiving, and welcoming in ways that make Dream yearn—but no. Hob was always going to see.) (He was always going to lose Hob's regard.) He is in the New Inn, standing at their table, turning away as Hob rises to follow. "Dream, wait, please don't go—" There is fear in Hob's voice, reedy terror and trembling desperation. Dream does not stop. Dream continues to storm angrily from the pub, as expected of him, as sewn into the fabric of this nightmare. Hob grows ever more distraught as he calls behind him. "I'm sorry, forgive me, I beg you don't go don't leave me—Dream, please!" The last is very much a sob. Enough. He stops, turns. Hob blinks at him from a tear-stained face. Dream plucks at the threads of the scene around them, searching for the words or actions that had transpired before his arrival, but there is nothing. "And for what should I forgive you, Hob Gadling," he intones, improvising while he feels out the shape of this nightmare. The question takes Hob off guard and his brow furrows, his lovely wet eyes blinking several times. "I…I…I did something wrong? I offended you, I made. I made you leave." It is hazy, non-specific in the manner of dreams, but that in itself is very telling. Dream has changed the prescribed course of the dream and Hob's mind is unsure what to do with the shift. Hob is so very different, here, in the grip of his nightmare; he is physically smaller, his usual confidence nowhere in evidence. He is anxious, terrified, wide-eyed and uncertain and trembling, and while Dream had stepped in with the resigned expectation that he would find Hob cowering from the full horror of understanding what Dream is, the true shape of Hob's fear shines startling and unexpected before him as he reaches for it. Hob does not fear Dream. Hob fears losing Dream.

(Previously-shared snippets can be found in the tag!

WIP Title Ask Game

[vlovann]

Halt! Behold!! Senshi’s shield pan in all of its glory 😌

Carry on

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiiiiiiiii darling aerie show me mafia au kev......... !!! for my bday - mari dayurno

WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 154)

After playing a few hands, Kevin tasks himself with counting up their points on an order pad Jean had scrounged up from a random drawer. It must be ancient with the way it’s yellowed, but it works just fine regardless. When he finishes adding, Kevin finds a large gap between their scores. He raises his head to look at Jean, who’s gathering up the cards to shuffle them once again.

He must feel Kevin’s eyes on him, because he looks up with a cocked brow. “What is it?”

“Are you letting me win?”

Jean’s lips twitch. “What?”

“Are you throwing points? Because I promise I don’t need you to.”

“Mon cher, I would never throw a game of anything. Especially not against you,” Jean says, cutting the deck.

“Never?”

“No. I like winning too much to coddle anyone. Even you.”

“Mm,” Kevin says, sliding the notepad out of the way. “But you’re trailing by sixty-five points already.”

“Am I?” Jean asks, not surprised.

“Yes.” Kevin confirms after checking his mental math. “Sixty-five points behind, but you always beat Neil. It just makes it feel like you’re doing it on purpose.”

Jean chuckles. “First of all, you caught me with a handful in the first round which started me in a deficit. Secondly, Neil spends more time trying to cheat than he does actually playing the game. You know him. Tiny, devious, averse to playing fair.”

There are a few other adjectives Kevin could add to that list, but instead he just nods along with Jean’s description which also fits himself. Except for 'tiny', of course. Jean is taller than both of them and they each tower over Neil— 

“Wait a second…” Kevin starts, laughing a bit. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re tall enough to see into Neil’s hand from across the table. Aren’t you?”

Jean’s eyes widen a bit at Kevin’s detective work, then he smirks. “Sometimes.”

Kevin tuts, “Seems you’re both averse to playing fair.”

“Perhaps. But don’t tell Neil.” Jean says as he finishes dealing. “I like annoying him.”

“Play like you mean it and I won’t say a word.”

[plutonium-sky]

Unofficial question giver (I ended up naming them Mori) wip~ done on magma and I am currently in the process of coloring them

[faeheart]

november writing goals: week one update!

word count: 4370

thoughts: i had a rough start, but i'm a little ahead for my 15k goal now, i've settled into the routine of writing more, i'm invested in my story (i fucking better be after writing and rewriting this thing for the last 9 years), and i'm certainly enjoying my made-up horrors more than the real life horrors right now 🙃

[hivvernal]

Karthus wip while I reconcile with the information that he is apparently 5'3-6

[unofficial-underfell]

Me doing anything in life

New pages on April 7th!

To get early access to all pages so far, including additional sketches, for 1 dollar you can get all of that on my patreon!

[silvermoon822]

{Unofficial} Labyrinth Tarot- 4 The Emperor

Of course it’s Jareth! The king of goblins and the master of the whole Labyrinth!

The emperor card represents control and regulation, as well as authority over those you lead. He is the decider of rules and systems that work to govern the land and group at his heed, and that includes ensuring that discipline is carried out when necessary. That goes for bratty teens who wish their siblings away, and then immediately want them back, dwarves who don’t follow the rules and help those teens, dog knights who leave their posts, and trolls who call rocks to crush the goblin army. Not to mention actually ruling over and maintaining some semblance of order within the goblin population. But it also means acting rationally and fatherliness. Toby, the baby brother in question, is treated fairly. He’s the innocent party in all of this and therefore a guest until his sister either wins him back, or her time is up. He is given food to eat, a toy to hold, and plenty of entertainment and company while they wait out the thirteen hours together. This is done so thoroughly that he sleeps soundly when returned and tucked into his crib after Sarah’s victory.

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[skrunksthatwunk]

forcing myself to work through the hard clunky parts of coming up with like. a plot and worldbuilding and shit so i can deliver hiei shedding sickfic to you all

[tabswrites]

Killian is such a fun character because he only really exists in writing and/or the rare flashback. Please enjoy this lil’ bite from a Super Important journal entry:

Eternity, and the life it holds, can only be embraced by those it can make whole. There is peace within a fractured soul, in between the cracks where the Light shines through. My advice to those who follow:

Shatter, and let the Light in.

TTW tag list: @outpost51 @writernopal @avrablake @writingrosesonneptune @theroseempress (please ask to be +/-)

Also in case you missed it, the working title of The Tomb of Light has been changed to The Tomb’s Whisper…

[the-void-writes]

Incorrect Quotes

Thank you @tryingtimi for the tag! I’ll tag @sergeantnarwhalwrites @guessillcallitart @bloodlessheirbyjacques and leave it open for anyone else as well 💖 Link here

I did way too many lol. It’s a combo of Freaks and Paradise because I love these families.

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Jason: Henry, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Henry: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Jason: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Will.

Henry: Wait- Jason, no-

Will: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Henry's birthday invitations.

Jason: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Will: "Henry's birthday".

Jason: So, what do they say instead?

Will: "Henry’s bi".

Jason:

Jason: Works out either way.

Jason: *looks at Will*

Jason: Baby boy. Baby.

Jason: *looks at Vesely*

Jason: Evil.

Alvie: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Lydia: "If"

Will: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

Sarah: I am convinced Kevin and Riley share a brain cell.

Jin: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Jason: You believe me?

Rio: Jason, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Will, holding out a cookie for Jason: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you!

Jason: *Ugly crying*

Will, holding out another cookie for Rio: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you!

Rio, throwing their hands in the air: What does that mean?!

Josephine: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Pedra, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Sophie, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Pedra: Because they have little hands.

Dante: Go and tell Will why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.

Isaac:

Dante: Do it, tell them what you told me earlier.

Isaac, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision...

Will:

Dante: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Isaac: Actually, Will is my favourite.

Dante: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Gazali and Frank: *speaking Spanish*

Gazali: I know, I know.

Sophie: You speak Spanish?

Gazali: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Frank speaks.

Javi: What's the most efficient way to burn calories?

Gazali: Exercise more!

Frank: Set yourself on fire.

Alex: There are two kinds of people.

[liliallowed]

wip for bad sansuary cuz I can't wait

[saintl-y]

I wonder what I'm working on :3