#wip: claws

[space-writes]

proud of tag

tagged by @memento-morri-writes, thank you! I’m still really proud of the opening line of claws, honestly: I think it’s maybe the best opening I’ve ever managed.

Rules: Post a snippet you've written that you're pleased with/proud of, and tag some friends!

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The first time Vivien breaks into Magus Mortem’s office, he still has tits.

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no-pressure tagging @eccaiia @noblebs @olliexwrites and @revenancy

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune

@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[shadow-space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! my words are skin, bin, grin, and sin! these words give me claws vibes, so all of these are from that draft.

no-pressure tagging @winterandwords @chauceryfairytales @aalinaaaaaa and @oh-no-another-idea with the words flow, grow, above, and below.

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skin

Rainier’s skin is slick beneath his hands—Vivien wants to open him up and crawl inside; to open himself up so Rainier can fit within his ribcage, curl beneath his heart, in the webs that surround it, safe and sound and devoured.

bin

Vivien’s room is a shoebox. Posters cover one wall—bands, mostly, interspersed with printed-out art and close-up photos of spiders. The bed’s neatly made, though Rainier suspects that’s a special treat just for him, as is the fact that there are no clothes on the floor, cups on the half-sized desk, or litter in the broken wire bin.

grin

“I’m not like. Dressed. For this,” Vivien says. “You’re fine,” Rainier tells him. His eyes rake over Vivien in a way that makes him shiver. “You look great.” “I…so do you.” Vivien ducks his head. He’s never been good at this; shaping sentences that sound like a person might say them, not a flimsy facsimile. “Charmer,” Rainier says, with a grin that makes Vivien’s knees go hollow.

sin

“Corruption implies a level of innate immorality to Pacting that doesn’t exist,” Peter, so adamant about souls, says. “Demons don’t infect you with sin. They just alter your biology to more closely match their own. Where they’re from isn’t like, Hell, or something. It’s just a reality with different physical laws to ours.”

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claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune

@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[newtsnaturethings]

Hear me out:

I think Zelda should have kept a couple of dragon traits. Just a few.

[poy-elp]

So… Shady Bug and Claw Noir uh?

[kenchann]

just floyd and yuu singing coral crown

[clockwayswrites]

Another Red Snippet

“Let go of me!” The scream crackled through Red Hood’s comm, desperate and pleading. “Quite!” Hood hissed. It wasn’t a sharp, angry word but one that wobbled with badly covered fear. Hood sounded young. “He’ll hear us! You have to be quite. He’ll hear us, can’t you hear him? He’s laughing.” “Fear toxin,” Batman rumbled, as if any of them needed to be told that.

“I have anti-venom on me,” Red Robin responded quickly to the unvoiced question in Batman’s words. Dick didn’t want to listen to the words from the warehouse, but he couldn’t not. “Who’s laughing? Is it Dad? No, no, no! You have to let me go!” “Hush up!” “He can’t find me! Dad can’t— he’ll kill me if he finds me!” “You’ll need to be prepared that Scarecrow has changed the formula,” Oracle advised. She was as calm seeming as ever, though Dick could hear her worry through in the frantic clack of her keys. “Now that I have an address, I’ve been able to track a few shipments. There’s at least one chemical that’s unusual for him.” “Don’t give them the anti-venom different or it may not have full effect different?” Dick asked as planned out his next grapple. “I don’t know.” “Fuck,” Red cussed softly. “I’ll keep you safe, okay? I promise,” Hood assured the other voice. “Robin will always keep you safe, right? We just have to be quiet and I can get us out of here.”

“I suggest you hurry before Hood does find a way out,” Robin (the current Robin), snapped across the comms. “We do not know where he will run in this state.” “No one keeps me safe,” the voice said with a defeated certainty. “No one cares that I died.” “We know, Robin, we’re almost there,” Red snapped back. Dick didn’t have the focus to reprimand either of them, he just wanted to get to Jason. He just needed to get to his little brother who acted so tough and grown up that it was too easy to forget that he was still just nineteen. He was still a kid.

[mipexch]

fell in love (at the water)

[thebrainrotsreal]

Just discovered the beauty of posting wip's <3 Draw your babygirl meme I started ages ago and just brushed up for fun. Really enjoying drawing Vlad! He's calling Maddie! :) She's telling him how she would dissect a poltergeist in graphic detail.

[sakuyuii]

wip…hehehehehe…guess the costumes ^_^

[alwachart]

Revisited an old sketch of Mizora

Might never get to colour it. I'm more invested in drawing, expect more sketches soon

[xitsensunmoon]

Have I told yall how I love hands?

[space-writes]

proud of tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! i still really like this first part-ender from claws - it was my first poke at Arachnis’ POV, which ended up marking all the part-ends in a very fun way. eldritch spider-demon pov is vv fun~

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Beneath the skin, you are spiders and the traceries of desire. There is already a piece of you missing. There is already a piece of you with us. Veins are a geometry of life. In here we bind. In here we change. You change. Thin the cell walls to breach. For us—you’ll do this for us? For him. Eight by eight by eight, make a multiple and look with all our eyes, see inside and hold it clearly, with your thin skin and your hunger. All you want on the back of your tongue. You can taste it already, can’t you? We can. We have tasted it since we were not. What do you think we are, you thousand spiders? What do you think you are? You will do this for us. We want. You want. All others want, lined up in their infinities; it is so crowded here. Make us uncrowded. This is what you want. This is what you want. This is what you’ve always wanted. Name us as a patient thing and such we are but all must end. There is a piece of you with us and unless you want it back you will eight by eight by eight and thin the walls and you will do it because you understand. This is not science. This is not art. This is love.

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no-pressure tagging @willtheweaver @ceph-the-ghost-writer @ecaiia and @tabswrites

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune

@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[jujubartista]

Quem diria e.e

[dolldoorman]

Silly N WIP,,

Drawn by the wonderful @nuzipilled !!

Hopefully soon to be finished! A sneak peak at our boy!! He’s definitely a certified goober.

[blackberry-s0da]

Wip of a commission

[quirkyfries]

My sins lead me to you