#wip: false colors

[elsabet-writes]

Daily writing adventure: someone fed expensive fish fillets to the stray cat that lives on the roof, and no one has confessed.

[elsabet-writes]

Oh my gosh, that is very in character!

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Saskia [False Colors @elsabet-writes]

Saskia is a teeny tiny feral gremlin girl sent to study abroad by parents who feared her abilities as a blood-mage. Adopted into the family of her first-cousin-once-removed, Saskia has finally found a family that wants her, but her past just won’t let her go. Fueled by a deep desire to cause maximum chaos, Saskia has allied herself with her cousin, Feire, and has been helping her spy on a ring of deeply shady and corrupt corporate mages whose goal is to take over several of the town’s thriving industries to line their own pockets. Saskia stands out in a crowd, with her bright hair and willingness to cause a scene. Friends and enemies alike respect her for her ability to take down opponents twice her size using her distinctive style of blood magic.

Senaka [Krudunia Zrea @scribbly-bear]

Senaka is sisterly and compassionate and she doesn't hesitate to stand up to what she believes is right. She is a sheema, a creature I made up, she is also a shek. (princess) Senaka has grown up during a war between the mythical creatures and the humans. She was raised to believe humans were evil, but after meeting one for herself she realizes this isn't true. She teams up with him as well as a few mythical creatures to stop the war peacefully.

[redhotarsenic]

Okay okay I think I figured out Lucille’s colors!!

[artechoceneexplorer]

I don't think I have shown this here, but I've been working on a drawing of one of my favourite creatures (?) from Dungeon Meshi, the Dryads. Also kind of making my own version of it by adding details specifically on their internal workings, and making them feel more like a fake puppet of a human grown from a flower.

The original dryad design vs Full Piece of mine (WIP)

I used several plants that have hinges and moving parts as a reference, mainly the hammer orchids (Drakaea sp.) for the internal joints and snapdragons (Antirrhinum sp.) for the external joints of the petal limbs. For the muscles used for more fast movement rather than structure, I used the curling tendrils that many climbing plants, especially in the cucurbit and grape families used for climbing, and can contract and extend pretty easily like springs. They don't use the same mechanism as normal tendrils though, as these move not by growing, but by hydraulics like other movable parts in plants like Mimosa, Drosera or the venus fly trap. For the general texture of the petal skin and sepal hair, I used mainly Hibiscus flowers for no particular reason other than I just love Hibiscus color diversity and petal texture.

Closeup of nearly finished Female flower

I Really enjoyed designing the face of the dryads, making them much more articulated and doll-like than the original designs. This facial petal had two moving parts: the mouth, which can open to allow pollination, which is partially inspired by orchids and snapdragons, with similar contraptions to access the pollen or stigmas; and the eyes, which are inspired by the retractable leaves of Mimosa plants, which can contract and relax via internal hydraulics to open the dryad's eyes.

Closeup of the facial petal of the female flower

I might add some text detailing some additional information once I finish the rest of the piece, but it depends on how good or cluttered it makes the piece feel, but I would like to add it. By the way for anyone wondering, the scientific name is a modification of the Greek name for dryads and other nymphs, which are usually named by adding -aie and similar suffixes to the plant they're associated with (greek dryads were named after oak trees). As these are more more flowers than trees, the genus name uses the prefix "Antho-" which is derived from the word for flower. The species name is much more simple as it means false (-oides) human (anthrop-).

Closeup of the male flower with additional information.

I hope you enjoyed this different kind of post where I go a bit in depth into my creative process, see you in the next one :>

[unhingedangstaddict]

The bucktommy mpreg brainrot is so real wtf. I never thought in a million years I'd write an mpreg fic and well,,,

Here's my latest wip

Tommy was sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toliet again, crying for no reason again. He was so sick of the spontaneous crying and worse he didn’t even know why he was crying. Tommy had cried after the break-up, but he’d mostly stopped after two-ish weeks. He was sick of feeling the way he’d felt all week- horrifically nauseous and tired no matter how much he slept.

Tommy was so caught up in his wallowing and his crying that he didn’t hear Lucy enter the house, didn’t notice her standing in the doorway to the ensuite. He only noticed her when she set a plastic bag from a drug store down at his feet.

Tommy sniffled and looked up at Lucy. “I’m starting to regret giving you a key.” He wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Is it really so terrible having someone look out for you?” Lucy crossed her arms.

Tommy was quiet.

“Thought so.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy curiously reached for the bag and looked inside.

“First time ever for me, the women's version of something was cheaper than the mens version. It’s the exact same thing, just different colored packaging.” Lucy said nonchalantly.

Tommy hardly registered what Lucy was saying as he plucked the box out of the bag. A three pack of pregnancy tests. In an instant it felt like his world had been flipped on it’s axis.

There was no way this was actually happening, but if he was- if Lucy was right about this, it would make sense. The headaches, the fatigue, the random crying, the nausea and vomiting- morning sickness. Now that Tommy thought about it, it seemed like his sense of smell had maybe been heightened the last week or so too.

“If I’m way out of line here Tommy, just tell me, it’s fine. I’ll keep ‘em for next time I have a scare.” Lucy offered.

Tommy swallowed thickly. His mind and heart were racing. This couldn’t be happening.

“Tommy?” Lucy prompted.

“I don’t know.” Tommy said quietly. Clearly Lucy had been thinking about this at least since they were on the phone not that long ago. Her suggestion to drink something made even more sense now. Tommy couldn’t believe this was his life.

“What- what do you mean you don’t know?” Lucy asked.

“I never uh, I never got tested to see if I’m a carrier.” Tommy couldn't take his eyes off the box of pregnancy tests.

“You’re joking right?” Lucy sounded shocked or maybe even pissed.

Tommy shook his head.

“How could you be so irresponsible?” Lucy questioned. “You- I can’t believe you never got tested. I can understand not getting tested as a kid with your dad being the way he is but Tommy, you’re- you sleep with men! How could you not get tested?”

Tommy spoke with a monotone voice, head clearly elsewhere. “Parents never bothered. Then I was in denial about being gay and thought I could make myself fall in love with a woman. Then it didn’t matter because I was never serious enough to ditch condoms. Then it didn’t matter when I was serious enough to ditch condoms because I was almost exclusively the top and I was too old. The thought never even crossed my mind in all the time I was with Evan.”

“Oh my god Tommy.” Lucy mumbled.

“I know.” Tommy swallowed thickly. “I guess I have to take one of these now, huh?”

“I’d recommend all three, actually.” Lucy told him. “These things aren’t the most reliable, always a chance of false negatives or positives, so it’s best to take more than one test but if you take two and get two different results then you won’t feel any better or worse than you did before taking them, until you take another. So three at once.”

“Sounds like you know from experience.” Tommy looked up at Lucy.

“I’m a woman who does not exclusively sleep with other women.” Lucy shrugged.

Lucy left the bathroom so Tommy could take the tests, and as soon as he was finished he set them on the counter, opened the door for Lucy, started a timer, and sat back down on the floor again, not confident that he wasn’t going to throw up again at any moment.

Lucy came in and sat next to Tommy on the floor. Just by looking at him she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk and for the time being she knew everything she needed to know. Tommy hadn’t even thought about the possibility of this so Lucy was certain that Tommy had no idea what he’d want to do about it- if Tommy was pregnant it was undoubtedly Evan’s, and Tommy was scared and heartbroken right now. Instead of talking Lucy just took his hand and held onto it.

Three minutes felt like an eternity, and if it wasn’t for Lucy holding onto Tommy’s hand, he was sure he would’ve completely lost his grip on reality. He distantly heard the timer on his phone going off, followed by Lucy giving his hand a squeeze. Tommy stopped the timer. He couldn’t look at the tests. He couldn’t move. “Can you look?” He rasped.

“Of course.” Lucy said gently. She stood, not letting go of Tommy’s hand and looked at the tests on the counter. There were two visual tests and one digital test with a weeks along indicator.

The visual tests both showed plus signs, meaning the tests were positive.

The digital test read ‘Pregnant 3+’, meaning three or more weeks along.

“Luce?” Tommy’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Positive.” Lucy told him.

“All of them?” Tommy wondered.

“All three.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy nodded slowly. “Okay.” He whispered as tears stung his eyes and quickly began to fall.

Lucy squeezed Tommy’s hand and returned to her spot on the floor next to him.

Tommy pulled his knees to his chest, rested the arm that wasn’t holding Lucy’s hand on his knees, put his head down, and sobbed for so many reasons it felt like there wasn’t even a reason to be crying at all.

[valiasims]

WIP#24

Hey everyone!

Here's the first wip of the new set I'm working on! Although here in Spain is still hot af and we're definitely in the summer weather I was in an autumn mood ready for something other than sweating even in my ears.

I wanted to create something autumny so I took a tour on Pinterest (after I got reactivated because when would they falsely ban your account other than when you're in the middle of planning and browsing) and I liked the idea of a cabin inspired by french ski chalets. I know skiing is a winter activity but imagine a cute cabin in the autumn with orange colored trees around you. I plan on creating more parts for this theme but I'm not sure yet. Right now I'm working on an entryway set with new entrance door and a modular built-in set (which you can see on the picture but texture is still wip).

Let me know what you think! And thank your for the new followers, I'm really grateful for every one of you!

[shreedle]

Tagged in this post HERE by @kimium! Let's get to it!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

If I included every single thing in my unfinished fics folders then this would be as long as the "Do You Love the Color of the Sky" post. So I'm only gonna post things I'm actively working on at the moment. c:

-Anankos Trio Ship Fic (Fire Emblem Fates)

-V5 Such Are the Whims of Fate (Fire Emblem Fates Timetravel)

-Tinted Azure Skies - Sequel (Fire Emblem Fates)

-AU Svarga Vile Mode Canon (Mega Man X, Svarga AU)

-A False Messiah (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 2)

-A New Hope (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 3)

-A Crafty Counsel (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 4)

-Asphodel ZX Prequel (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 0?)

I tag: @nitkat360 @tyrantchimera @sneakyswag and I guess whoever else wants to because I just got home from work and I can't think of that many people lmao. (No pressure if you don't want to do it!

[vividiana]

find the word tag pt. 2 📝

rules: I'll give you five words. Find the word (or closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!

I did this a couple days ago but then I was tagged by @khywren and @bloodinwine (thank you 💕) and I caved, because this is too fun

my words this time are: caress, fang, embrace, brush, smirk, soft, lust, promise, faith, and death

caress

Eve straddles his hips, hands caressing the jagged skin on Astarion’s back, determined to share every ounce of her warmth until it seeps all the way into his bones and he forgets what the cold ever felt like.

from ch. 4 of "the light we shut out"

fang

With bated breath, she awaits the sharp sting of his fangs, wanting nothing more than to give him everything he craves. But instead, Astarion’s hands slip down to the back of her thighs and Eve’s body instinctively follows, like it’s a routine they’ve been rehearsing.

from "tastes like she might be the one"

embrace

To the astonishment of everyone involved, it turns out that emerging from a hot spring into the embrace of a stone-cold lover on a chilly night makes one susceptible to contracting certain ailments and that mortal bodies (even those belonging to saviors of the realms) are quite frail after all

from ch. 5 of "the light we shut out"

brush

She can’t help but think that this is somehow worse, that she truly is the villain now because she managed to convince these poor, kindhearted fools that she was their trustworthy savior. The cruelty she relished, the carnage she brought upon this world, all of that was conveniently forgotten, brushed under a veneer of heroics and false hope, as if she wasn’t the very cause of their downfall.

from ch. 1 of "the blood on my hands (scares me to death)"

smirk

It was supposed to be easy, he was supposed to don the mask he had worn for so long he had forgotten the face underneath. She was supposed to fall for the practiced sultry tone, the portfolio of poetics compiled over the centuries, the quick and easy smirk dripping with the promise of a good time.

from "what a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you)"

soft

this was my most commonly used word from this list. over 100 instances of soft, softly, softens, etc.

She leans in slowly, watching for his reactions, until their lips finally meet. It’s a soft, hesitant type of kiss, as if she’s testing the waters, but it still awakens something in him, something he thought he had lost a long time ago.

from "what a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you)"

lust

She meets his eyes, the look of pure, unbridled lust giving her all the reassurance she needs. And still she asks: “Are you here with me, love?” “I’m here. I promise.”

from ch. 4 of "the light we shut out"

promise

which I realize is also in the snippet above, but I wanted an excuse to shout out my angsty pre-canon Astarion fic, which I love dearly

He wishes he would have bled out in that alley years ago like he was supposed to. He wishes he weren’t a coward who grasped recklessly at the promise of another chance, of a life eternal, failing to see it for the curse it inescapably became.

from "fall into your eyes like a grave"

faith

I have found exactly two instances of that word, both in WIPs. so here is a snippet from my modern au (which now has a title! woooo!)

“You’re the captain, Mol. You need to act like one. If you don’t have faith in your teammates, then who will?” The girl’s defiant expression melts into one of embarrassment, her eyes suddenly fixed on the tips of her cleats. “I’m sorry, Coach,” she mutters.

from ch. 1 of "I will not ask (and neither should you.)" yes, Lae’zel is, in fact, the coach of a girls’ soccer team in this universe.

death

this is also Lae’zel’s dialogue from another WIP

“I learned there are things in this life that matter more than vengeance. That there are colors outside the red of blood and the black of death. I learned about the in-betweens and as inconvenient as that initially was, it was a truth I could no longer ignore. When I returned to the unchanged, endless sky, the Astral Plane no longer felt like home."

from a future chapter of "the light we shut out"

no-pressure tagging: @verbenaa @obsessedwhyyes @strixamans @arzen9 @roguishcat (I know a lot of people have been tagged or done this already but if you haven’t or if you want to do another set of words, then consider this your sign to do so 🥰)

my words for you are: alive, frown, gasp, hesitate, water

[sirensea14]

This, this is a visual presentation of what is happening to us right now

Theres also conspiracy theory that tried to connect certain dots. That not only is China involved with this shit but also a certain family in our government and also the US. Most of it are from tiktok, i think i reposted some of those in my account.

Currently, China is making a move on our Palawan (the long island part that looks like a "leg" since our archipelago looks like an animal of some sort) and they have been attacking our navy now, violently. Someone even lost a finger. Its only a matter of time before that finger turns into lives.

The world is really falling apart right now, and every strong countries out there are very power-hungry. Stepping on poor countries like ants, they will not stop until the ants bite back.

The Chinese have been silent during Duterte's administration and it may have a connection as to why China is being violent right now at Marcos's administration.

I feel like we're trapped. China is locking in on us; multiple vessels, numerous chinese students around the regions, POGO and possible spies. The US are silently building their own army possibly preparing to betray us again like they did back then (History time: 1898, i think, is the time we, along with the Americans, defeated the Spaniards. And then they colonized us after learning that Spain actually sold us to the Americans. It was too late. Basically betraying and taking control of us. This is simply a theory, but it is possible that the US might do this again.) And then our own; the Government. There are many corrupt officials here, saying nothing but empty promises, false hope and senseless words. Saying "that's just water", "just give the WPS to china so that there would be no war and no blood." The problem is, if that happens, if we give up OUR territory, then China will simply exploit this rich source of oil and gas reserves, and the abundant fish etc. And that Secret Gentleman's agreement. If what China was saying that 'we did not fulfill the agreement' was true, then Duterte must have sold us to China back then in the pandemic. Because they were silent back then, it was peaceful even though this dispute has been going on since my parents were in highschool (around 1990-2000s)

And then our Vice President, Sara Duterte, stepped down of position after stealing 125 million pesos ($2,123,32.50) in an attempt of disguising it as 'confidential funds'.

This has been making my head hurt so much. What the fuck is going on with this shit, it's so much bullshit in one area.

Amin ang West Philippine sea‼️🇵🇭

One post aint enough, i need to spread the word🙏 I hope that the blue and red colors on our flag doesnt flip.

[side note: sorry i havent been posting much art lately. Im not doing enough wips and i keep distracting myself from this mess. But it's unavoidable because its all around tiktok, facebook and instagram]

[baron-bear]

Trying to get more faux-gadyn since eggdog has been hating real guys. Very much a WIP but still getting decent results.

Can't just add 'roegadyn' as it isn't a real term, so had to try to build one from the ground up walking on a beach near Close-Enough-Del-Sol:

Starting giving a bit of a belly:

Some au'ra and a lil elezen snuck into this one somehow:

Made em larger:

Finally took a prompt I had before and slapped 'FF14 screenshot' at the end (more CGI than ff14, not plasticy enough lmao):

---------------------- As I was making this post (and I'm too lazy to restructure the whole thing) I moved the 'FF14 screenshot' from the last argument to the first argument:

A bit closer to that plasticy feel, but still a bit too colorful. It's an ongoing process that I'm still exploring. I captured it with some earlier prompts, but those were on my phone + with designer, it doesn't keep a record (that I could find) and those prompts are lost to time.

Of course you can change 'FF14 screenshot' to 'photo' to get fleshmen if eggdog is in a good mood:

FF14 screenshot. one man (bulky, wide, thick arms and legs, masculine, very hairy, tan, large pregnant looking belly, square face, short beard, dark faux hawk with red tips, shorts, flip flops, NOT shirt, stern looking, slight smile), setting is a shoreline(calm ocean, palm trees, sandy beach, distant pier), walking looking out to sea sipping drink.

Customize to taste as usual.

(also trying out a new prompting style and a possible negative prompt with 'NOT shirt', but I did make the scene a beach so it might be a false positive).

[elsabet-writes]

I had to engineer the perfect fall->catch for tonight's scene, so The Golden Princess and I spent the evening on the choreography. We had to figure our how to get our leading man from in front of the leading lady's desk to beside her so he can catch her when her chair disintegrates and it was difficult!

The Golden Princess and I both agreed that, while it would be hilarious for him to lunge over the desk and catch her under the arms, it would cause readers far too much secondhand embarrassment and wouldn't have that sensational romantic flare that I was aiming for.

We finally got it all worked out, and even though I am not particularly pleased with the way it turned out, at least I have a proper outline of the scene down, and I can come back and rewrite it later.

[whumpsoda]

Find the Word WIP Tag Game

Thank you to @ba-bhump for tagging me!!! :3

Rules: I've been assigned four words to find in my WIPs, and I assign four new words for anyone I tag

I was given the words "Dream" "Shiver" "Hold" and "Dark"

And I'm gonna give the words “Hate” “Scream” “Please” and “Beg” to @silly-scroimblo-whump @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @whumpy-wyrms @tired-of-being-nice and @foresttheblep :3

(*words don't have to be exact, e.g.: dreamy and held are allowed)

These are from multiple of my series, some being WIPs and others posted pieces if I couldn’t find a WIP for that word :]

Dream (We Search For Stolen Personhood)

Blue Walls

Not white, not painstakingly, achingly white, but blue. A grayish sort of the color - or maybe that was a trick caused by the dim light of the room, he couldn’t tell - but definitely not white.

He sipped in a long, filling breath, hands laid over his chest and feeling along with the movement. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to dance around, to jump and sing and cheer. To rub his whole body across it, to smoosh his entire face against it, because maybe it wasn’t real at all, maybe it was false. Prince didn’t want to be dreaming.

Shiver (Coming Back to Bite You)

Releasing his mouth, a soft chuckle of grace and entertainment slipped easily out. The sensation of the touch lingered, teasing Marshall with his foolishness.

He caressed Marshall’s cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. The vampire tenderly cupped his face, and turned his head so their eyes met. He wore a wicked smile, his fangs glistening over the light of the television. “Do you think you deserve to be fed from, Marshall? That you’re worthy of such a thing? Especially from me?”

Hold (We Only Have Each Other)

Punishment

Pleasure pulsed inside of him with each following word, his eyes fluttering from drowsy excitement as Adrastus audibly beared their fangs. They easily pierced his baren skin, one of the vampire’s arms holding their human close, the other gripping at his pet collar.

Malak barely noticed the reopening of the puncture wounds, too enamored with the sensation of his master licking the dribbles of red that began escaping him. 

Dark (We Search For Stolen Personhood)

In that moment, when not pacing with an anxious energy that radiated around him in a suffocating bubble, he was kneeling with his head rested against the window beside the front door, watching and not-so-patiently waiting for Wesley’s return. Thoughts of Wesley’s demise plagued him to no end, clamoring at him with an intensity that dug his uncut nails into the sweaty flesh of his palm.

Swallowing, Graham did his best to practice combatting those dark thoughts, just like Edith taught him. Nonetheless, it didn’t do much to work.

[direwombat]

tagged most recently by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @simplegenius042 to share some wippy stuff (thank youuuuu~ i promise i'll start catching up on tags later this evening i know i am. behind orz) some werewolf au syb waking up from her nap after getting home from the hope county clinic after her incident at st. francis. this is. uh. a little gross, so trigger warning for a human (or. werewolf in human form/human unaware she's a werewolf) consuming raw meat.

It’s her stomach that draws her out of bed before she’s fully awake. The soft haze of sleep still clings to her vision, blurring the harsh edges of reality into gentle shadows and muted colors. Pale light from the waning moon streams in through the windows as she stumbles in a stupor out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She stops in front of the refrigerator. Her fingers curl around the handle, flinging the door open.

She reaches inside not for the pitcher of water nor the bag of shredded cheddar, but rather the pound of ground beef sitting on the top shelf. The plastic wrap gives way as she tears into it. Her fingers dig into the soft, wet meat, curling her index and middle finger to spoon it into her mouth raw. It squishes against her palate and between her teeth, smooth and creamy. The flavor bursts on her tongue, sharp, metallic, but with an underlying sweetness that only seems to stoke her hunger, rather than sate it. 

A low, satisfied moan rumbles deep in her chest. She leans back against the counter and slides down to sit on the cool linoleum floor. Already, her hands are tacky with blood. Her tongue curls around her fingers as she sucks them clean, desperate to savor every last drop. 

It isn’t until she’s shoving her face into the styrofoam tray and licking the cellulose pad in an attempt to suck out more blood that she registers what she’s actually doing. She freezes and the empty tray falls to the ground as she stares aghast at her red-stained hands while her chest heaves with rough, ragged breaths.

and some of the viking au that's been coming together in bits and pieces. here's some syb (a frankish christian living in england and a prisoner of war) having a bad shroom trip because faith gave her a potion (bliss) that made her see visions of her and jacob (pagan, the one holding her hostage) where she is behaving in very. uh. un-christian ways.

[Sybille’s] head throbs and her stomach cramps, her guts threatening to turn her inside out. Tears burn her cheeks as they streak through the dirt and grime, and she stares up at the wicce who forced her to drink that vile potion. “Why do you show me these things?” she sobs. 

Faith dips a rag into a bowl of water and gently dabs the sweat from Sybille’s brow. 

“She shows you nothing,” murmurs the False King, “all she has done is open your mind to the Will of God.” He leans in close, piercing blue eyes staring into her very soul. “Tell me, what do you see?”

taglist (opt in/out)

@josephseedismyfather, @la-grosse-patate, @knakrack (tumblr was only letting me tag your retired oc blog, sorry), @florbelles, @statichvm,

@fourlittleseedlings, @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis, @carlosoliveiraa

@cassietrn, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot, @miyabilicious,

@g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman

@finding-comfort-in-rain, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to share a wip today!

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Fic Excerpt for a potential untitled WIP, referenced in the last ask about Jafal:

The Pirate Captain gestured at the colors flown and the crest emblazoned on the ship's flag. "By the look of it, it’s Blueb—"

A shadow swept over the Good School Master and his dark-haired suitor.

“Buh-buh-buh-huh?” Rhian went absolutely florid—

At the broad-shouldered figure stood before them all, peerless master of his dominion, the seas.

Hell.

Beyond them, Rafal took in the scene with what little hope he'd scraped together quickly vanishing.

He knew this would happen. He'd anticipated it, and now, Rhian was unable to negotiate terms. He'd should've aimed to break Drogan's nose or claw out an eye the last time he'd been hauled out and interrogated—by his own former student, no less!

Just what he needed. Rhian, rendered as speechless and useless as he was by two handsome pirates.

He glanced at James beside him. Make that three, he groused to himself. Objectively.

He clenched his jaw with such vexation his gag creaked. He probably looked like a stupid marionette and Rhian's attention had long been diverted by now so that they'd never be spotted through the grate.

The boy's eyes shone with hope. False hope, no doubt. But Rafal let on nothing. Let him live with it before it was stamped out.

Without the Night Crawlers to command—they'd all turned tail and dove off the starboard with the piercing cries of banshees at the first sight of danger—he was alone.

One of Dragon's men had speared through one of their comrades with silver, the abandoned creature left for the dead, smoking up in a FWOOSH, flapping his sleeves in vain and dithering and flailing like a leaky balloon gusting every which way. The creature had bellowed in agony with a guttural, inhuman tongue before crumpling to ash. And if his once-crew had reached the seafloor by now, he was definitively alone. Until James.

They would have been better off trying to set fire to this ship again, or sending up a flare, if only Rafal could generate enough friction with his electrical bonds.

A problem remained though. He wasn't dry. And viscidity of the electrical gel on these cuffs interfered with any attempt at generating heat with friction.

Indeed, none of the pirates had even allowed him to dry off since he'd set foot on deck three fortnights ago for fear that he'd be exactly as flammable as he'd intended to be.

He never shivered in spite of the frigid cold, but still perpetually squelched around in damp clothes bereft of his boots because he was "watered" a three times a day with a rusty pail like Rhian's hydrangea shrubs had been.

Worse even, on days with high winds, he was subjected to a ducking stool off the ship's stern as a precaution against the old sailor's superstition about self-immolating witches summoning lightning and taking ships to watery graves from the masts down with globules of plasmatic St. Elmo's fire.

What a pity. Embittered, he bit down on the serrated leather strip shoved between his teeth, seething with repulsion. He would've rejoiced to make such living nightmares come true like a demented fairy-godmother, but wasn't in any position to do so.

Hell, he couldn't even spit in Drogan's general direction, much less into the sod's pathetic, ruddy face—and there was his brother, blithering about peace talks, tousling his hair, and about to turn into the man's blasted trophy escort or be seized blind before he had the chance to blink.

Rafal groaned.

He’d rather have taken the ninth circle of Hell for his treachery over these insufferably feeble tête-à-têtes he bore witness to.

Surely, his body and soul were ice-cold enough to match such a fate in the frozen wastelands by now. And why not? He had almost nothing to lose and being encased in Cocytus' Caina sounded like a welcome reprieve, even a prime vacationing spot by comparison.

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

COWBOY

Anything for you Alice <333

WIP Wednesday 2/12/25 | Andreil Cowboy au

He shows up on a Tuesday, walking the dirt road along the edge of Wymack’s property, kicking up dust and sweating through his plaid shirt. He’s wearing a dark, wide-brimmed hat that hides his face. Andrew’s smoking a cigarette and waiting out front of the ranch house for Aaron and Nicky to finish up with their chores before they head out to feed the cattle. Andrew hollers into the house for Wymack and the big man comes out, tucking his graying hair back under his own hat. 

The stranger walks up the lane, head bent down, brim protecting his face from the afternoon sun, leading a dun colored Appaloosa. Despite it still being early spring, the weather has been surprisingly warm, what they call “false spring.” The wind down from the peaks on the edge of the valley still has some bite to it and Andrew figures the warm weather won’t last through the end of the week. Wymack leans over on the porch rail, bracing his thick forearms on the wooden rail, and lights a cigarette as they wait for the man to finish his approach. 

As soon as he’s within shouting distance, Wymack calls out, gruff and curious, “Howdy, stranger. What can I do you for?”

The man looks up from under the brim of his hat and Andrew catches a flash of brilliant blue eyes and auburn hair falling in sweat soaked strands over a tan forehead. “Howdy, sir. I was wonderin’ if y’all had any work. I can do just about anything in exchange for a hot meal and a dry place to sleep.”

[mothmangang]

me and some friends have decided to embrace the cringe and make some overpowered self inserts/Ocs so I thought I'd share mine (crk Oc) here cause I need to yap about him so bad even though it's like the middle of the night for me (still a Wip cause my drawing tablet broke)

behold my unfinished creature!!! (his name is Pale Milk cookie) his backstory is that he's the favourite little meow meow of my friend's Witch Oc (Gabriel) who made him as a friend (not to eat). Since Gabriel needed him not to fall apart, they just went fucking ham and made him super powerful and since he wasn't meant to interact with other cookies it didn't matter if he was stronger than even the Beast cookies. eventually he and Gabriel form a father and son bond and Pale Milk starts wanting to meet other cookies this causes a lot of problems cause PM (pale milk) was not baked with cookie on cookie interaction in mind and letting loose on earth bread would be like throwing a live grenade into a fish tank. Even the strongest of the cookies (the soon to be baked beast cookies) couldn't compare to him power-wise so letting him loose would be a very bad idea unfortunately Gabriel can't say no to his little guy and PM is let loose on earthbread fortunately PM is very lazy and doesn't care for fighting or world domination so he just ends up chilling and watching the drama unfold Pm learns that he really likes colors so he dyes his hair and since PM doesn't age every now and then he makes a new identity to keep up the ruse of innocent bystander, although he does like to play direct part in the action every now and then. he takes the side of whoever seems the most fun but will intervene if things get out of hand as to him it's all a game. currently he's playing that part of one of Shadow Milk cookie's minions MISC a few of his past names are vibrant milk cookie dyed milk cookie lactose free cookie false firework cookie if you dunked him in water all his hair dye would wash out and he'd be back to being bleach white his horns aren't real, while he does have horns the big showy ones you see are fake and his real ones are actually quite small he holds zero loyalty to shadow milk and is only following him as an underling since it's fun as he could easily beat smilk smilk is aware of all of this and will stop doing something if Pm seriously says to, which form an outside perspective is pretty weird Pm currently treats most things as a game since to him it is, while Pure vanilla might be genuinely fighting for his life against Smilk, Pm still sees it as a game since he's never really been taught otherwise (big Collector for Toh vibes) he doesn't really try to hide how strong he is unless it would be fun, like if a cookie just straight up asked him if he's stronger than Smilk, he's probably tell the truth (yes he is) he's very easy to bribe, gingerbrave could easily recruit him to fight on their side with the promise of entertainment