#wip: beneath

[whatlurksbean]

starting page production on chapter 30 (:

[thescrapwitch]

It's not Morgoth’s offer of a parlay that reaches Maitimo’s tent shortly after Fëanor’s death, but an elf from Doriath named Mablung.

There is blood on Mablung’s sleeve, which he brushes off when questioned. Just a souvenir from an orc chief he cut down on his way to the Noldor camp. Nothing important.

(the orc’s ill-fated message for Maitimo now lies dead in the mud with him)

Mablung carries a simple request from his king and queen: for the Noldor to send one of their own to live within Doriath in order to build better relations with them. Thingol is curious about Finwë’s grandsons and greatly wishes to meet at least one of them.

Makalaurë’s heart is still a mess of guilt for burning the ships. For not taking Maitimo’s side in the argument against their father. He wants - needs - to be useful. To prove to Maitimo that he can be trusted; to prove to himself that the relationship between them can be repaired back to what it had been in Valinor.

“I’ll go,” he says, and Maitimo agrees. A kingdom of elves is safer than a battlefield, and who could be more charming than silver-tongued Makalaurë?

(they agree, of course, that Alqualondë will not be spoken of. that it is necessary to keep such a horrible mistake a secret)

Makalaurë is prepared to lie. He is prepared to flatter and listen and do whatever must be done to gain Doriath’s trust.

He is not prepared for Daeron.

[phyx-m]

A screenshot of some unedited work from the next chapter, where Sukuna 'trains' reader or more accurately, just pisses her off. I’m not sure what to call them anymore. Still enemies, I suppose?

Soft Sukuna will make an appearance soon…

[azzie-tangerine]

Can't deny the kirfluff allegations anymore with this one.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Happy birthday from me! Thank you guys so much for another great week of getting to share some works and ideas. This story has been a labor of love and I'm so happy to get to share it with all of you.

Beneath the Oak Tree

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Status: Complete

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Pre-Quest of Erebor | Childhood Friends to Lovers | Dwarves and Hobbits Have the Same Lifespan | Bilbo's Grandmother has Dwarf Blood | Young Bilbo Baggins | Young Thorin Oakenshield | Angst with a Happy Ending | Misunderstandings | Thorin goes off to war | Non-Explicit Sex

Summary: Bilbo found Thorin when they were both quite young beneath an oak tree in the Shire, and it became a promise to meet there every chance they got. The oak tree saw them through years of friendship, falling in love, and even the day Thorin proposed before he was swept off on the tides of war.

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 Thorin dug in his heels hesitantly, but Bilbo only gave him an encouraging grin. He said something to Thorin, but all he could grasp was ‘come’, ‘mama’, and ‘help’. Not sure what to do, but hoping Bilbo would actually be able to help since they were friends now, Thorin let him lead the way through the forest. He tried not to despair as nothing seemed familiar to him. Luckily, Bilbo seemed to know the way very well. In almost no time at all, the trees began to thin and large hills dominated the landscape. Thorin thought that alone would have amazed him the most, but the moment they passed through the treeline, they became the subject of the stares of several beardless faces. 

All of the people had Bilbo’s same curly hair, same large feet, and same pointy ears even if they came in all different shapes and sizes and colors. Thorin thought he finally understood now. This was Bilbo’s clan! So he clearly wasn’t an elf then. Thorin ran through his lessons with Balin on the seven clans. Well Longbeards, Firebeards, and Stiffbeards were definitely out. Blacklocks didn’t seem likely either. Feet, there was one having to do with feet…OH! They must be from the Stonefoot Clan.

“Vemu (Greetings)!” Thorin called out, performing another bow.

He had thought that would maybe get the other dwarves to relax around him, but it somehow felt they were staring even more now. Thorin shifted on his feet, when a female voice called out.

“Bilbo Baggins!”

Bilbo winced beside him and Thorin couldn’t help wincing too. He knew that shout all too well himself. A dwarrowdam with plump cheeks and long curly hair came running up to them with her hands on her hips. Yep. Thorin could only imagine this was Bilbo’s mama. Not wanting to watch his friend get in trouble, Thorin let his gaze wander. His eyes lingered on the hill before them that all the other dwarves were lingering around. That’s when he realized the hill had windows and a door! It was a home!! Or perhaps a castle considering it was very large. And he didn’t see any mountains so he supposed the Stonefoots had to live somewhere, but still, how odd.

For more of this chapter, please click the AO3 link above!

[girlwithakiwi]

The scent of blood, sharp and metallic, punctures her thoughts, sending them scattering. She closes her eyes, even as she feels his lips, his teeth, against her neck, against the pulse point booming as thunderously as the rain pelting the roof of the truck. She takes in an unsteady breath, trying to clear out the images of the bodies torn asunder under the fickle moonlight, death and ash and darkness turning the woods into a nightmare, pinpricks of bloody pine needles against her hands.

We’ll be fine, Dany thinks to herself. This will all be fine.

And when his teeth break her skin, when that first hedonistic rush of pain and pleasure spirals low into her belly, she knows it to be true.

first draft snippet from chapter 22 of all the ground beneath with tears and blood, “despair has its own calms”, in which that fucking comet is on everyone’s minds, Dany continues to loathe her role as the doppelgänger, and that bloodbath Lyanna promised would fall on Starfall arrives

[sotc]

I MISS HIM ALREADY SO MUCHHH. HOW DO I BREATHEEEEE WITHOUT YOUUUUU. Apparently the timelapse between the end of Origins and the beginning of Awakening is 6 months and I am so upset that the honeymoon travel between Zevana was cut short! THEY DESERVE LONGER. Traveling as Milana did in the year facing the Blight was the most of the outside world she's seen considering her entire life was within the confines of the Alienage and parts of Denerim. Now with the threat of an Archdemon gone, I imagine her and Zev went traveling abroad towards the Free Marches and Antiva City (perhaps even a bit of Orlais? hmm, not sure tho) I think Zev was delighted to show her his city but also lmao so very dangerous of them to do so - but who are they if they aren't finding the thrill in a bit of danger anyways :3c I'm sure at some point though an assassination attempt may have been too close of a call in Antiva to their liking. Duties called her back to Ferelden anyways and Zevran assumed it was time to finally stop running and actually go after the Crows, as noted in this letter. Afterall, now he has a life of his own and a love worth fighting for. 🫶 I always think back to that line when he mentioned the fortune teller in the whorehouse he grew up in told him he would live a long life (much to her surprise) and for as long as he's been an assassin and the years ahead for them both.... SIGHS LOVINGLY. CHIN HANDS. KICKS MY FEET. It's what he DESERVES!!!! Now if only we can find the cure to the Calling for Milana huh...

[emicat1159]

Wip Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @firefly-factory :)

Well so this is still sorta in the messy stage, but it's gonna be a no outline kinda drawing so it's good

SO Eira again :)

My concept of this:

1- I'm drawing Eira as a young girl in the Chantry. Mostly to develop the clothing the choir was given to wear at the time and whatnot, I wanted to give it a proper design but it might change again in the future

2- also I'm going to add that she's using magic as, of course, her race is very skilled in it and, ofc ofc, it'll mostly be ice magic used in combat

I'll be honest I'm REALLY not sure about the colours, I was gonna use red but someone's already done that and I don't want people thinking I'm copying them... but if I can't get this to turn out right then I might just have to. I wouldn't have thought the colour red would go well for characters that are associated with snow but maybe its the contrast that makes it so appealing

Also did you guys see the reblog of the last sketches I did? I gave her some friends and gave them names (or like ideas of what I could name them) I'd love feedback on that

[celestiall0tus]

This is taking a little bit longer since I'm sick (fuck you COVID!!) so here's some sneak peeks of Truth Beneath the Rose

[helluva-artblog]

Here! Have a WIP!

[runawaymun]

Six Sentences Some(mon)day

Rules: post six sentences of your WIP

Tagged by: @emyn-arnens - thank you!! :D I love being tagged in these. It motivates me to keep writing my WIPs so I have something to share haha.

From Beneath a Boundless Sky:

 Anyone who wasn’t a thane was hungry, and thanes still had stomachs; they too would starve if the food finally ran out. Unless one of them had some new and magical way to cure their barren fields, aid from their neighbors was their only option, and all of their close neighbors were elves. The þulir had been muttering over those fields for five years to no avail. The yield remained low every season. They said there was a sickness in it, some malice that rotted the crops or else stunted their growth. Many seiðmaðr theorized there were evil spirits devouring plants before they even had a chance to sprout.

From To Partake:

Beloved Tyelpe,  I apologize that I do not have much time to communicate! But I wanted to pen you a letter and tell you all of the comings-and-goings thus far of my time here in Mithlond. Many things have happened since last we spoke. Before you worry, know that the King has been good to me. I am happy. I am even making new friends…or at least, I am finding friendly faces. So is Erestor, it seems.

No pressure tags for: @jaz-the-bard @niennawept @polutrope and anyone else who would like to share. Just say I tagged you :)

[dragonbardsstuff]

Hello wonderful tumblr users! Working on someone from a beloved legends of avantris campaign! You get ten imaginary dollars and my respect if you guess who!

[foursaints]

even if you never write it, beneath the dark arches will live with me till i die <3

it’s real & written in our HEARTS AND MINDS!!!!

here’s the pinterest board

[manwrre]

bottom billy is very near and dear to my heart but i do need a ficlet where steve has a thing for masked men (that thing involves him wishing that they’d screw him five ways from sunday).

and so, he promptly loses his mind when someone shows up to their campus halloween party dressed as ghostface. i mean, almost drops the lukewarm beer in his hands and gawks at the guy for all of a few seconds.

because of course, they would have the absolute sluttiest take on the costume. he’d have these tight ass leather pants and a shirt that just about clings to every inch of him; stretched taut across the dips and curves of his biceps and the grooves of his chest. and the straps across his upper body would fall right between his pecs and steve would be FOAMING at the mouth.

then, like the cherry on top of a metaphorical cake, the guy pulls his mask back and it’s billy freaking hargrove.

which, steve thinks, is pretty fucked up of the universe to make happen, seeing as he has had the biggest crush on this asshole ever since their first econometrics class together last semester.

so yea, billy’s been the star of a few of steve’s wet dreams but like this, there’s no way he isn’t going back home tonight and jerking it like it’s no one’s business.

or,

maybe not.

because as if sensing eyes on him, billy’s gaze flits over to steve and the blonde gives him this long, sweeping glance from head to toe. and steve knows he looks great in his sailor costume? he’d spent forever looking for the right fit— and then, another half a century fussing over his hair and making himself look painfully kissable.

and hargrove must realize that, if the way his eyes linger on steve’s cherry-tinted lips is appraisal enough.

so yea, maybe there’s a slight possibility of steve getting laid tonight, after all.

[luminous-jellyfish]

A Writeblr Intro (English Version)

Link zur deutschen Version

Hi, I'm Marlin! I've been lurking on tumblr and in its writing community for years but was always too shy to engage. Now I've finally decided to start sharing my own stuff (mainly to organize myself) and become active!

⫸ About Me ⫷

I go by Marlin (she/her), or on some platforms by luminous-jellyfish

mid 20s, queer

I write (mostly) in German, but post (mostly) in English

my favorite genre is fantasy, and all the different direction fantasy can go in, but I like trying my hand at genre mixing

my main blog where I reblog general stuff and fandom things and so on is @secondrealitytotheright

⫸ Current WIPs ⫷

I'm currently most actively working on a few different stories that all take place in the same world (though at slightly different points in time) that I've dubbed "leviathan world" in my notes - after the gigantic sea creatures that live in its deep oceans (and sometimes the sky, who can resist sky whales, seriously). I would probably call it a fantasy world with steampunk elements.

All of those stories feature queerness in different forms, and most of them include at least slight elements of what might be called body horror.

All of these stories are still operating under working titles and are in various, wildly differing draft stages. As always I have far too much planned in this world but these four are the stories I'm actually actively writing right now:

Seeds beneath our skin

Genre: Magical Academy Fantasy, Coming-of-age story

Setting: a group of islands and archipelagos near the equator, where the leviathans are generally both revered and feared as holy and powerful creatures connected to the spirit world

Short Summary: A young girl who grew up as a sea nomad joins the temple that has controlled religious practices throughout the islands for a hundred years. Against her will she becomes a key figure in the struggle for power and religious freedom that is about to grip the temple. To survive spirit possession, human intrigue and ideological differences she is forced to reconsider her identity and world view and define herself on her own terms.

Honey cakes and bloody satin

Genre: Steampunk Fantasy, (Cozy?) Mystery, Romance

Setting: a harbor city on the northern continent, famous for their leviathan hunters, where a technological revolution is happening as the blood of leviathans is turned into a powerful fuel

Short Summary: A journalist working for a revolutionary underground newspaper and a seamstress involved in the golem's rights movement are thrown together when a man dies right in front of their eyes. They must work together and solve the crime while also hiding everything happening from the Watch, to protect both of their secrets.

Short WIP Intro

Half the lights

Genre: High Fantasy Adventure, Romance

Setting: A city on the back of a leviathan, as well as the open skies, oceans and harbors frequented by smugglers, messengers and pirates

Short Summary: A wealthy, bookish young woman who dreams of investigating weather phenomenons escapes having to forge a psychic bond with the leviathan carrying her home city on its back. She stows away on a messenger ship and finds herself among a shady crew of smugglers. Eventually she gets herself involved in pirate adventures, a political revolution and a growing attraction to a headstrong fighter with a rigid code of honor and high ideals.

And surrendered the flesh

Genre: Science Fantasy

Setting: a big city in a sub-tropical climate, surrounded by jungles and plains that have been gripped by a powerful virus that contorts nature and all living things

Short Summary: A young girl from the country travels to the city to find her missing sister and gets involved with an organisation that strives to perfect the human body. An ambitious scientist fights to be recognised for her genius and to keep her past mistakes secret. An old woman is forced to join a struggle she has been hiding from for years and rediscover forgotten powers to try and save her grandchild. All three of them will shape the face of the city.