#which is forever a wip

[felinewanderer]

Yurah Tsukino Sorceress

[kiksniko]

live laugh love hualian

[taxinealkaloids]

behold hitherto unposted htn doodles! harrow+her terrible mentor, harrow+her terrible roommate

[cloudpalettes]

some scones

[muwitch]

Wake up, wake up, wake up;

[astrobei]

he’s fine, he’s just in his sam winchester era

day 3 of @bylerween2023: demons, devils, and exorcisms. nooooo will don’t drink the demongorgon blood noooo

[capn-twitchery]

totally forgot twitch has black hair and nobody is gonna be able to see all of the inking i did but i liked the inks so here is an uncoloured sneaky peek (no face yet. sorry)

[mortellanarts]

Hmm... Akane witch design courtesy of Umineko brainrot anyone? 😳

[kyngsnake]

w00f

[incognitoyee]

poor jzx,. he's trying🥺.

[pilesofpillows]

Back to the WIP asks:

Bigger Than Love - Another Arranged Marriage AU

Bigger Than Love || Another (Happier) Arranged Marriage AU

Aahhhh... Bigger Than Love... because who doesn't love an Arranged Marriage Trope? 🤭 Let's Get Into It!

So this was Like Real People Do before I had the bright idea to turn it into the absurdly long fest of angst that will end with one single kiss 😅 but it has since pivoted to be what I hope is a fun twist on the Arranged Marriage trope.

It'll be set about 2-3 months post-canon, so feelings are still fresh all around. Wakanda and Talokan are both on the verge of civil war within themselves, and the alliance isn't going exactly the way leadership might've hoped. If you know me, you know I don't believe in doing things the easy way, so Shuri is still mad (and a little homicidal), Namor is unwilling to work with anyone other her, and M'Baku is ready to fully revert Wakanda back to T'Chaka levels of seclusion (Talokan and Western Powers be damned).

In all of this, our leading duo have found themselves as unlikely friends and equally matched sparring partners. There's just one rule though— no politics. They spar in the training arena, by the riverbank, in Okoye's backyard... but under no circumstances do they discuss the growing tensions between their two kingdoms. What happens in the throne room, stays in the throne room.

Until it doesn't of course...

Things are looking bleak for the alliance, and even finding moments to spar has become difficult with the pressures they're both facing. One night, Okoye jokingly suggests a marriage alliance might fix all of their problems. They both laugh it off, but when he's alone, the thought won't leave Attuma's mind. Peace matches are arranged all the time in Talokan; he's the product of one such marriage himself. Would marrying Okoye really be so bad? She may be a surface dweller, but she is the first equal he's met in far too long. But worries still linger: if they do marry, can he accept the potential risk of losing another so dear to his heart?

Okoye keeps trying to convince herself that she was joking. She couldn't possibly be willing to get married again— not after W'Kabi. But the more she thinks about it, thinks about him, the more she finds herself wanting. Her uncle has not relented in his quest to see her remarried, no matter how lacking she finds her suitors. Attuma wouldn't be marrying her for status, or money, or connections to her uncle or the crown. Theirs would be a mutually beneficial arrangment— the treaty could finally be formalized, they'd have peace in both their kingdoms, and maybe, just maybe, Attuma might end up wanting her too.

[catzgam3rz]

*Crawls out of Artblock hole* TAKE SOME WORK IN PROGRESS BAD BOYS FOR YOUR DAY

[asbestos-11]

littlest guy ;;;;;;;;;;;

[whump-queen]

[tw: pet whump, memory wipe mention]

Maya hadn’t even stepped out of bed when she saw the farmiliar head of messy black hair bowed low at her bedside.

“Mm.. hello pet.” Her voice was still gravely with sleep. She rubbed her eyes.

“Good morning master,” came the dutiful, pleasant response she was never sure she’d grow accustomed to hearing. His tone still made her head buzz.

She only chuckled and ran a hand through his soft, dark waves, relishing in how he sighed and leaned into her touch.

Was this just how he was trained to act?

Or was this really that enjoyable?

Perhaps enjoying being pet like an animal was a trained response too.

She supposed that at this point, everything about her sweet thing’s ‘real’ personality had probably been wiped long ago and replaced with traits they had wanted. So maybe none of it really mattered at all.

“Good boy,” she mumbled through a sleepy smile, still stroking his hair.

His palms were now pressed flat against the ground in favor of leaning further up against her hand, like an eager puppy desperate for more attention—for more praise, to be pet.

Yes, what did any of it matter.

He was pretty, he was obedient, and best of all, he was hers.

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(character sketch)

[bonetrousledbones]

an interesting way to do things is to never ever come up with names for fics until the very second you are actively posting them. the name of the wip i'm working on currently is "something's wrong with this guy" and the one before it was named "HEHEHEHE"

[crispycreambacon]

Every day I check the Puppet History tag in AO3 and every day I get disappointed seeing my own fics stare back at me