#yes i know it's another wip

[stargirl230]

moonlighting 🌚✨

i’m so rusty from not drawing for a whole semester (sobs) but its ok now because kaito's here

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated!)

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[ghostr0tz]

wip bc i cant get rid of the voxvel brainworms yet

+ partial coloring timelapse underneath (outing how sporadic my process is)

[moonwoodhollow]

WIP (yes I know I have too many) - mid-century starter home

[puppetmaster13u]

hi I’m back again to ask about the down in the deep au

How’s Danny handling the whole deaged/transformation into sea Creature/melding/not having his full power set? Also how is he feeling about his new guardian figure(?)

Does he miss his human feet

Are you in my google docs lol?

He actually is more than a hint hysterical when he first realizes his legs are gone. And doesn't realize how 'small' he is at first or that he doesn't have his powers thanks to the fact he was already exhausted and such from his Wail and previous battle. Needless to say he does kind of panic when he realized that the few powers he has are limited AF.

He's actually kind of neutral towards Sebastian at first, but does end up warming up towards him. Er, it takes a tiny bit at first because he holds a grudge for carrying him everywhere, he's sure this place can't be more dangerous than other places he's been!

He's actually struggling with not having legs, seeing as the only time he's had a ghost tail, or any tail really, up until this point is in flight. And it didn't have a fin, so he's incredibly clumsy. (There are many swimming lessons in his future to help him get used to legless movement, along with a bit of hand-holding to his embarrassment)

So all in all, he could be handling it worse at the moment. Could be handling it better, but he could be handling it worse too.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i cannot emphasize enough i have been working on a post breaking down fandom stuff and pjo fandom history literally all day. this post is so long and so unnecessarily in-depth. im crawling through the ancient texts. in its current state it is probably not coherent in the slightest. i cannot wait to post this one.

[wuthering-tempest]

A little misty told me you have a sinner oc and I haven’t been able to find an oc tag or anything, so please tell me about em or gimme the tag or whatever you’re comfy with!

-Ink Anon

OHHH HI!! I don't really have a tag for her here because I haven't actually posted her much on this account and I'm always really shy about fan ocs but 👉👈 i'll put most info/extra drawings under the readmore, a lot of her outfit/design is still a wip so forgive the messiness

Meet Captain Nemo! She's based directly around Jules Verne's Nemo of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea/Journey Through The Impossible/The Mysterious Island! She is an extremely intelligent and knowledgeable woman, but alternates often between calculated aloofness and bouts of impassioned agitation and can occasionally be provoked into furious outbursts, especially now that she's been dredged up from hiding.

She's got a very complicated past with many fixer associations and syndicates alike, and her place of origin is a complete mystery, as is her real name and reason for why she's so averse to life in the City and disdainful of it's many rules. Whatever it is that caused her to be this way is what pushed her to craft the Nautilus, her beloved magnum opus made of various tech from all across the City. She originally intended to use the ship to completely escape the City and it's rules, but due to mysterious circumstances that she refuses to speak on, the ship and much of it's crew have disappeared without a trace.

Her distinct habits include introducing herself to strangers by a wide variety of pseudonyms, a knowledge of many languages and codes, her general quietness unless something directly involves her input or expertise, smoking very particular cigars, and a strong dislike and surprising inability to remain impartial when matters of the impoverished people (especially children) of the Backstreets are involved.

As for actual gameplay, Her base ID does slashing Gloom and Pride, with some applying bleed count and others applying rupture potency. Her weapon, Nautile, is composed of three chakrams inlaid like an astrolabe, with the largest having a handle in the middle. It seats into a glove on her right hand, but can also connect to either side of a tactical harness she wears and can be hidden by her LC coat in case she doesn't need it ready! Her base E.G.O., Infini Vivant, is Wrath affinity and themed upon the electric ampoule-based gun Captain Nemo used to hunt underwater, and does piercing bleed damage and adds rupture count.

Although I like to think of scenarios where she would interact with canon sinners (she would have a preference for those like Ishmael and Meursault and a dislike of those like Outis and Hong Lu), she's more treated as a Sinner who exists in a noncanon smaller mobile unit dedicated to working with the LCD and handling things like Monoliths and Distortions.

[speakofthedebbie]

some inspiring words from my newest radioapple draft

[theredrenard]

Imagine with me: bucktommy holiday fic. Gingerbread houses, hot chocolate, and sugar cookies.

Tommy’s a pro at decorating gingerbread houses. They always turn out so pretty, so perfect. Buck on the other hand? Well… He kinda sucks ass at it but at least he’s enthusiastic about the whole endeavor? Tommy sure thinks it’s adorable.

“Evan, honey… what is that?”

(Very proudly presents a poorly-shaped pile of frosting, candies, and gingerbread cookies that might’ve resembled a house at some point) “It’s a gingerbread house!”

“Baby… Where’s the house?”

[clambuoyance]

posting on three diff websites is actual hell and i dont even have a system. its not oh twitter is only for my doodles instagram is for polished stuff and tumblr is for long comics nope theres literally no logic to it besides whatever site im vibing with. which is fine but also its actual hell to remember what i have posted where, if i should even bother posting it, and ive long since given up keeping track oughhh i hate posting

[caelanglang]

first verse . seven cuts .

I hope to bring this out of wip jail soon…

song: THE LONELIEST - Måneskin

messiest storyboards that I am not doing properly bc I suck pls don’t be like me…

also animated another dead character breathing yahoo

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Just dropping this in here. nothing to see of course

[chocogigi]

< Past >

– Happy New Year, asshole! – she cries, throwing the plushie as hard as she can. The little black dragon hits Xaden's face square and fair. Violet smirks as it falls to the ground, leaving the other kid completely shocked. – Violet Sorrengail! – her mother's tone is low and cold, anger seeping through her voice, as one of her children dared to openly embarass the Sorrengail's name in front of everyone.

– But, Mom! – she protests and Lilith's eyes narrow, like she already knows Violet will not apologize. – He really deserved it! – < Present > The air is charged with that weird tension she felt throughout the year between them, whenever they were in the same space. Worse, they're completely alone now.

Xaden's eyes are dark, and she reads so much sadness in them, her heart breaks all over again. Violet shifts closer as the clock rings midnight, setting her head on his shoulder, her hand squeezing one of his in comfort.

He stiffens for a moment, surprised by the gesture. – Happy New Year, Xaden. – she whispers, closing her eyes, relaxing. Xaden breathes deeply, letting out a sight. – Happy New Year, Violet. – < Future > – Andarna! – she hisses, lunging forward towards the cat. She loses the last of her balance as Andarna's silhouette slips away easily into the garden and Violet's eyes widen, a split of a second before she can register the fall on the other side of the fence. The air gets knocked out from her lungs and she hits the ground hard, groaning in pain. Gods, her back will be littered in a map of various colours in a few hours. Andarna waltzes elegantly around her, tail moving high, as a raucous laugh shakes every single one of Violet's bones deeply. – You've got to be fucking kidding me. – she croaks still breathless, when a pair of onyx eyes appear in her line of vision above her face. – Happy New Year to you too, Violence. – Xaden says, a smug smile stretching his lips in amusement.

[hebuiltfive]

WIP WEDNESDAY !!!

His fists had pounded on that steel door until the vibrations rang through his bones.

The rescue wasn’t over until there was no-one left to rescue.

Over and over Scott had battled with the unfamiliar feeling of despair, reassuring himself that Virgil would somehow get through and that he just had to keep on breathing. The relief he had felt when that sealed door had finally slid open, revealing the tunnel beyond, was paramount to none.

In the end, it hadn’t mattered who had opened those doors. Scott had only been eternally grateful to the universe coming through for him.

For them.

For her.

[mochimouiemarty]

happy birthday to this girlflop (i love him and he's an essential part of my life)

[stellorc]

another wip from my folder hell, this time 40% more sketchy i haven't decided the best lighting set up yet,,, the whole piece is currently a bit out of my comfort zone but maybe doing some studies/sacrifices will get me there.

love letter to all the ossuaries out there. you guys are so rad. also it's my birthday. still disappointed that no hot vampire lady came to save me from the unyielding grasps of time. maybe next year.