#wip. unseen

[helvelloides]

Feeling accomplished tonight because I managed to put together this silly little comic sans presentation on the last day of october, meaning i now get to put it out before nano officially starts!! yippee!!

Enjoy a plethora of possibly nonsensical information about my nano wip formatted in a way that honestly took way too much effort, but was a lot of fun to make nonetheless.

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[teddybearsims]

warning: she bites

[truepapyrusenjoyer]

wip sprite of papyrus from 'revenge: the unseen ending'.

revenge by samuelwolfang and owned by pooterstapot

[somethingmorecreative1]

one of my favorite hobbies is reading my old fanfic that i wrote so long ago and now i can't remember what happened and it's like a brand new thing catered specifically to me and every time i am delighted by what past me wrote, like wow she's a fucking genius

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

✍️ WIP WEDNESDAY ✍️

Thanks for the tag @neonshrike

Tagging @midnightkens @sobeautifullyobsessed @gender-kenvy @superprofesh and anyone else who wants to share a WIP!

Okay so since I've been on my Court Gentry nonsense, I'm going to pick the WIP related to him...where Sierra Six (movie/book character mix) has to team up with an autonomous thief dubbed the Unseen when the CIA decide bringing that particular asset into their web would prove to be quite beneficial, especially for the task at hand. And good ol' Court is not a fan of this plan. The mission they go on gets pretty crazy.

Just another Thursday for the Gray Man.

The Gray Man did not like this plan.  He thought this was a terrible idea, and the people at Langley were crazy for even considering partnering with threats like von Arnim and the Unseen. 

Gregory von Arnim was scum, and that fact was evident in every portion of his file.  Fiztroy supplied him with all the intel the CIA had about the man, and Court had a hard time digesting some of the things he read.  This guy seemed to have a hand in a lot of jars.  He looked nice and tidy on the outside, but he left a trail of corrosion in his wake.  And apparently the Unseen was on his payroll.  Which honestly pissed Court off.

The Unseen was a legend in the world in which Sierra Six worked.  Of course he had heard of her.  Who hadn’t at this point?  The only thing known for certain about her was she’s a Caucasian female.  Everything else was speculation, whether educated guesses or fantasization. One such speculation that always made him laugh was how the Unseen placed her victims under a spell and took things from them with their verbal consent.  That one had to be the craziest, but there were some that weren’t too far away from taking first in that contest.  

Still, Court mused as he cautiously approached the rendezvous point, there had to be some merit to the legend since the actual person behind it was off everyone’s radar, despite efforts to pin her down.  Even Fitzroy admitted that the Unseen was one of the more peculiar mysteries known to the agency, and many speculate the Unseen wasn’t one person but a collection of women who managed to pull off heists together.

That was until the CIA started looking for the Unseen not as a target but as an asset and a sleazy German-American came forward and said the Unseen was in fact a singleton female in his employ for eight years.  Even if Fitz hadn’t told Six to be careful around the Unseen, he would already be keeping his guard up just because of how shady von Arnim was.  If he was, why wouldn’t his best asset be too?

Court once admired the Unseen for what she could do and what she represented.  He suspected the Unseen truly had to be one person if not two or three women because all her missions had the same MO.  There were a lot of the same threads of figurative DNA in each that pointed to one person.  It’s in the same way her targets never knew they were hit until later.  It was in the way there always seemed to be a moment of distraction and even some chaos that just had to be when the theft took place.  It was in how so many of her missions carried some level of justice, involving targets that if Court could choose for himself, he would pick too.  To him, the Unseen was out trying to do some good in a crazy, shitty world.

The presence of Gregory von Arnim blew that theory to hell.

There was one thing about this plan he could appreciate which was that the Unseen refused to cooperate unless she solely worked with Sierra Six.  No handlers, no mics, no tracking systems on their person or surrounding them, no tagalongs.  Just two singletons forced to work together for a short time.  Things get less complicated that way.

The rendezvous point was a place of his choosing per the suggestion of the Unseen.  He suspected it was some kind of olive branch gesture since they had to be unlikely partners for a while, and he accepted the gesture but not the sentiment behind it.  He didn’t know her.  Why should he trust her from the get-go?  The place he chose was a bit cliche, but at least it was in neutral territory.  A park bench, specifically a park bench in St. Anne’s Park, Dublin, Ireland.  His choice for neutral territory wasn’t another olive branch gesture either.  It was just smart.  Neutral territory kept both of them safe, especially since they were very much active in their respective fields.

Fitz told him to look for a woman about Six’s age with brown curly hair, and the Unseen was told to pick a bench near the Roman tower that overlooked the duck pond.  The morning spring air carried a particular chill with it as a fog settled over the park.  It made looking for his connection a little difficult, but he kept his eyes peeled as he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his navy coat.

It didn’t take as long as he feared to find a woman matching Fitzroy’s description - although a vague one - sitting on a bench near the tower with one leg crossed over the other, wearing jeans and a maroon coat, and reading a book.  No…no, not reading.  If she was reading, she was gazing over the edge of her book for any passersby more than the words on the page.  This, Court realized, was the Unseen in the flesh.

Before he could take a moment to study her before approaching, her eyes spotted him watching her, and they lingered curiously for a moment before she adjusted to a position more friendly for running away and placed her book in the bag resting beside her on the bench.  Court approached the bench and sat down on the opposite end.  

Both just stared straight ahead.

As part of the prearranged mandate they had set up via texting through the RedNumber app for approach and identification, since he was last to arrive, she was first to speak.  “Did you have a lot of turbulence on your flight over?”

Court exhaled slowly upon hearing the correct initiation phrase.  She’s American; that was a surprise to him.  In his line of work, it was more common to hear foreign accents than to hear a piece of home, but this detail did not put him at ease.  If anything, it just made him more wary for the time being.  He gave the correct reply, “If there was any turbulence, it just rocked me to sleep.”

The Unseen hummed thoughtfully as she continued to gaze ahead.  To anyone listening in, the sound could easily be a reaction to his comment, but Six knew better.  She was getting a read on him through his voice just like he did her.  They sat in silence for another moment before she casually commented, “I’m not exactly up to speed on proper teamwork procedure here, so I don’t know what would be next for you.  Being from where you work and all,” she shrugged.  He didn’t offer a reply.  “Am I allowed to at least ask for your name?”

To that, he did give a reply.  “Six.”

For the first time, the Unseen turned to face him, and her glance was amused, one eyebrow raised.  “Peculiar name you’ve got there.  Your family really big math nerds or something?” 

Court didn’t turn her way as he answered flatly, “It’s a code name.” 

“Oh this’ll be interesting,” she mused as she faced forward again and sighed.  “You don’t have a sense of humor.”

“I do, but you don’t have clearance to hear it.”  She hummed again, and he could hear the grin in it this time.  Moving on from it though, he commented, “We also have a job to do, and I prefer to focus on that and get it done as efficiently and quickly as possible.”

“Fair enough,” she nodded in agreement, and Court finally turned and looked at her.  The Unseen’s brown curls that fell well past her shoulders framed a face with freckles and big blue-green eyes.  Even though she was sitting, he guessed her to be six inches shorter than he was. Plump yet athletic.  Six suspected she had to be athletic to some degree in order to do what she does without getting caught.  She was pretty, but average just enough to blend into the crowd.  Rather like him, her description could fit a lot of people.  Except those eyes seemed to stand out to him the most. 

“My,” she barely hid a grimace as she said the next word, “employer says you have all the information I need, and my job is to come with and help you execute a plan.”

“And we’re on a deadline,” he added.

“Of course we are.”

He continued as if she hadn’t spoken.  “I need the device in my hands by Friday.”

She nodded again before standing.  “That gives us a little bit of wiggle room,” she told him as she started walking off, and he quickly stood and followed.  “I don’t plan on needing to use a contingency plan, but in my line of work, contingency plans are important.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can actually talk.  If your employers listened to my conditions, then you’re the only one I need to wait for, and since you have a deadline, we need to get started.  I trust you’re not wearing a wire, right?  Because if you are, you’re on your own.  I said you and no one else.”

Court shook his head.  “I’m not wearing a wire.  As far as my end is concerned, it’s just you and me on this.  They’re used to me not checking in periodically anyway.  Nature of the job.”

“Sounds nice,” the Unseen mumbled with a sigh.

“Also I’m not calling you The Unseen.”

She snorted, but the look on her face said it was not the first time she had come across this particular statement.  “I did not pick the name.  You’re familiar with code names, right?  Six.”  She shook her head, but her eyes did not match the amused smile on her face.  They looked sad.  “You could drop the The if you prefer.  Many do that.  The only other code name I have to offer that you could use is Invis.”

Court made a face as he gave her a questioning look.  “Invis?”

“Short for Invisible.  I didn’t pick that one out either, and only a certain few use that one for me.  I’m getting the feeling that’s the most common thing about code names.  You never get to pick one for yourself, and people basically use whatever they want.  Anyway, that’s all I got for you unless you make one up yourself.”

“Invis is fine.”

[owlart18]

My piece for 2024 The Sea Unseen: A Marine Zine @seaunseenzine

Speedpaint

(Commission info here | MapleStickerShop)

Process work:

[midnightfrappe]

Last Line Challenge

Rules:

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by: @darlingdeer21 (hiii thank you for the tag!! :3)

Last art:

it's a messy wip of my scrunkly, maybe i'll finish it today instead of sleeping (hes autistic but not sweet, he's a menace)

im gonna be honest idk who i should tag because i may tag someone who already did this challenge, so take this as an open invite to participate!!

[heywoodvirgin]

My Witcher fic idea includes a very tipsy Ciri challenging captain Damien de la Tour on a duel :⚔️

" On garde , captain !" 😤

Ah I wanna write this line so much 🥹

[socksandbuttons]

BEING A TERRIBLE CREATOR AND NOT DRAWING HER BOYS BUT THE TSIURI GETS THE ART

[dreamcrow]

oh wait I misunderstood the assignment. sorry. for WIP ask, do you have anything with an object of ritual veneration? or smut? either is cool, thanks

oh! i didn't think you misunderstood at all (i've thrown all the prompts i got in a document, where they are currently...percolating), but i will never turn down the chance to post dumb wip excerpts lol.

an object of ritual veneration:

one day, "barb domesticates the order" au... One Day

i'll do these in order; second part to follow in a reblog!

[twinko-twinko]

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

This That Unreleased Bob Dylan

[helvelloides]

WIP INTRO · UNSEEN

GENRE: Horror, Supernatural, Mystery

STATUS: First Draft

· BLURB ·

THE HARPER BROTHERS Didn’t believe in the paranormal. Ghosts and spirits were nothing more than a figment of the imagination to them. However, young and opportunistic, they were willing to do just about anything to make a quick buck. Even if it meant lying. ELEANOR MARIE PARKER Is at her wit’s end. A curse passed down from first-born daughter to first-born daughter landed in her lap, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. So, despite her reservations about paranormal investigators and their methods, she found herself sending out letters to every crew she could. Only one crew responded. Faced now with an increasingly real threat, the three find themselves inexplicably tied together as they work to untangle a web of lies and secrecy. All the while something grows ever closer, lurking within the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.

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[walkawaytall]

Me: about to write more adventures for my longfic! Leia gets to leave the planet for missions! How exciting!

My brain, absolutely sobbing, just the most wrecked it has been in months: this means we have to make up more Star Wars-y names for background characters, doesn’t it?

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

✍ WIP Thursday Wednesday ✍

Thanks for the tag @neonshrike Sorry I totally missed this yesterday!

no pressure tags: @midnightkens @superprofesh @sobeautifullyobsessed @gender-kenvy and whoever else wants to do it. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore, let me know.

I don’t really have any new WIPs right now…at least I don’t think I’ve overlooked any WIPs to share lol. So I’m going to share another section from my Court Gentry fic

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At the prompting of the Gray Man, the pair left the hotel behind in search of arrangements less likely to be checked by the men after him and the people after her.  Though it was evident enough to him the Unseen wasn’t fond of the location he selected, she followed him without complaint.

It took Court two hours to find a location he preferred, and the time spent searching aggravated his nerves.  He didn’t like leaving Riley alone with people on the lookout for them despite giving her very strict and very specific instructions on hiding in the hotel room, what to do if someone broke in, where to rendezvous if she cleared the building, and what to message him in the event of trouble.  He left her with a knife for self defense, after her refusal to use a gun, and showed her proper technique to practice while he was away.

All his efforts were worth it in the end.

The building he found sat on the corner of the street on the opposite side of town.  Run by a husband and wife team, the building was in need of some repair, but at the same time, it provided security features missed by state of the art refurbishings.  Court requested the corner room at the end of the hall on the third floor, two floors directly below the roof access with window views on the south and east side of the room.  If needed, the roof access would give them a chance to escape on the neighboring roof which was one story shorter than the hotel.  Court found it a bonus that the third floor hallway creaked when walked upon, making it harder for anyone to sneak up on them.

The only problem was the room he paid cash for was two times smaller than the room he and Invis would leave.  One bed, one closet, one chair, one table, one small cable television, and one full bath shoved into the size of a half bath.  The wife who ran the desk in the lobby knew nothing about selling a single room to a man intent on bringing a second person with him to stay in the postcard-size room, and if they were caught, that could cause more problems.  Or more likely, more money.  Which was fine if that was the case.  They had the funds, but it would be better if the lady at the desk only knew of a random man taking up residence instead of a couple taking up residence.  

Court was pleased to return to the hotel where he left Riley to find her not only safe and sound but still practicing the techniques he taught her.  “Your form looks good,” he supplied after he watched her a few times.  “I’m impressed.”

Invis shrugged, but a little smile tugged at her lips.  “I’ve got a good teacher.  So,” she asked as she offered the knife back, “what’s the plan?”

Court declined the offer of the knife and instead helped her attach the sheath to her back belt buckle and hide it and the knife under her shirt as a precaution.  Better she have it than him.  “I’ve found a new place for us to hide.  The sooner we get over there, the better.”

Once they were standing in front of the building, he would have laughed at her wide-eyed expression if it were under different circumstances.  Her amazement quickly turned to confusion when he gave her the key to their room, had her tuck her hair in her beanie cap, informed her to walk through the lobby and up the stairs like she belonged and that she was cold, and once she got to the room to open the window on the east side.  “What are you going to do?” she asked once he finished his instructions.

“Wait for you to open the window.”

“What?  Why the hell–”

“I’ll explain when we’re out of the cold, not before.”

Under three minutes later, Court waited on the street below the east window, and as he waited, he was debating on if he needed the climbing rope in his pack or not.  He decided to forgo the rope and instead started climbing the drain pipe and parkour his way to the nearby window, now open.  

Riley poked her head out the window and looked straight down, frowning at the sight of the empty street.  Before she could call out for Six, the noise to her right caught her attention, and she watched with wide eyes as he free climbed his way from the drain pipe to the window.  Quickly shimmying her upper body back inside, she moved out of the way for Court to enter through the window.  “I’m going to assume that was necessary?”

“You’d assume right,” he answered as he slid his pack off his back and began setting security measures of his own.

[likelylarks]

hello i hope you’re wel!! im very intrigued by “alsjeblieft” xx💛

hey babes! i am not oops but we go forward and we go forward with sexy times! love you xx

immediate prior context to this snippet: daniel is getting handsy with max's chest :)

Max turned his head in Daniel’s direction, whining for Daniel to do more. He whined even louder when he saw that Daniel wasn’t even looking at him. His boyfriend’s gaze was still fixed on the TV, as if he had no idea of the effect he was having on Max. Or, more likely, as if he knew that the feigned indifference would get Max’s cock harder even faster. 

Daniel knew that Max liked it when he was desperate. Liked the flash of shame and the way he couldn’t help but cry out for Daniel. Daniel knew that Max liked to be on the far edge of wanting. Liked to whine and cry and beg; liked to kneel naked at a fully clothed Daniel’s feet or rub off against Daniel’s leg while Daniel was on the phone or pretend to be asleep as he sat on Daniel’s cock with a blanket around their waists while Michael dropped something off at the apartment. 

Max liked it when Daniel pretended not to pay any attention to him; as if Max were just someone Daniel had picked up for a laugh. Liked the way Daniel’s hands always betrayed him, a little too soft, a little too caring, a little too much the hands of a man in love. Daniel smacked Max’s chest, a little harder than he had before and Max moaned and watched the heavy swallow in Daniel’s throat. Daniel grabbed firmly at Max’s tit, squeezing as he had the other side and Max panted, open mouthed and wanton.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Turns out I like making Alec Lightwood a Gothic heroine in my WIPs