#yet another wip from ME

[mkstrigidae]

Trying procreate for the first time- have a WIP of QITN Sansa from future chapters of my fic ‘Winter’s Child’. Her crown is made of icicles! (And I scribbled a few on her shoulders but I don’t know if I want to keep them- the idea of Sansa just randomly growing icicles when she’s really focused on something is objectively funny to me, but she keeps them to remind everyone of her gift).

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[g1rlr0b1n]

Yet another commission by the super amazing and talented @ookamihanta!!! Go check out their page to see more art!!! Their commissions are still open so go check that out as well!!! I highly recommend them!!! 🦇

Blood of the Covenant (Preview)

Jon’s neck snapped over to where a silhouetted figure perched silently in a tree above. Had it not been for the scattering of birds, their frantic flapping and squawking, he may have never even noticed the presence up above. The figure crouched, hidden within the dark branches, like a predator observing, waiting to strike its prey. Jon felt a chill run down his spine as realization dawned on him. “just- just make it quick.”

Jon closed his eyes tight and waited for something that never came. Gathering his courage, he slowly opened his eyes and frantically scanned the area around the tree. The figure was nowhere to be seen. His body relaxed slightly, but before he could let out a breath of relief, the figure suddenly emerged from the underbrush, clutching a limp rabbit in his hand. Jon's breath caught in his throat at the sudden appearance and he couldn't help but shudder with fear.

“Tt,” he clicked his tongue and Jon immediately registered the sound as annoyance. He wondered if fear in its prey was becoming a nuisance for this particular vampire, it would have been almost laughable, if he wasn’t scared shitless right now.

Aside from the pounding in his chest, Jon watched on in silence as the creature expertly built a fire with dry twigs and leaves. The orange flames danced and flickered, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees. As the sun descended below the horizon, the fire became the only source of light, the sky now painted in shades of deep blue. The heat from the flames grew more intense, warming his skin and filling the air with the scent of burning wood. Jon’s eyes followed every move as the vampire gracefully skinned the rabbit, then with precise movements, drained the blood from the small animal. Jon’s throat tightened as the creature was skewered onto a freshly sharpened stick and placed over the embers. The smell of cooking meat filled the air, making Jon's stomach growl in hunger. The vampire seemed to have quite the sick sense of humor, subjecting him to such torture. Jon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force his mind off of the pain in his gut.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice shattered the silence. "Eat," they commanded.

Confused and disoriented, Jon's eyes snapped open as he tried to make sense of the words. "W-what? Why?" His own voice came out weak and shaky.

“You clearly haven't eaten in a few days,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes roaming across him. Jon eagerly reached out, accepting the offering, savoring the succulent meat as it filled his empty stomach. When he finished, he crudely wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve. He was still weary of the other but at least if he dies now, it would be with a full belly. The man continued to stare at Jon intently, never taking his gaze away. After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice low and measured, “how long have you been here?”

“Eighteen days,” he croaked out, feeling small and weak under the man's intense scrutiny.

The other only nodded. “Is that your canteen?”

Jon's heart sank as he nodded and replied, unable to hide the desperation in his voice, "It's empty." The sound of his own almost unfamiliar timbre only served as a reminder of how long it had been since he had last spoken to another human being…or anything close to it.

Without another word, the man snatched the canteen from Jon's hands and disappeared quickly into the dense forest. Minutes dragged on like hours, Jon could do nothing but watch as the moon dragged across the sky until it was directly overhead. With no clear sense of time, he began to wonder if he’d been abandoned once again, left alone in this desolate place with nothing but his thoughts for company.

As the last embers of the fire began to fade, Jon's gaze caught a glint of movement in the corner of his eye. He watched as the lithe figure of the man emerged from the shadows with the canteen in hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tossed the canteen at Jon, who winced as it thudded against his chest. “Vampires?”

Jon nodded, “yeah, we took them out but I got inj-”. He flinched, realizing suddenly that he was talking to a vampire about taking out his own kind.

The man seemed disinterested in the murder of his kin and instead chose to focus on something else entirely. “We?”

Jon swallowed the lump forming in his throat, “yeah, the guys I'd been traveling with.”

“They left you here?”

“Well-”

“To die?” he interjected.

“I told them too. I was slowing them down.” Jon’s voice came out smaller than he intended it to.

The man carried on, as though uninterested. “Kryptonian?”

“How did you-?” The man's piercing gaze landed on the prominent "S" adorning Jon's chest. Jon shifted uncomfortably, feeling foolish, “oh. Yeah.” The two sat in tense silence once more, until the question that had been gnawing at Jon could no longer be contained, “why haven't you killed me yet?”

For the first time since the man had appeared, he seemed to be taken off guard. He sat in quiet contemplation, his brow furrowed and eyes distant. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again. “I knew your father. He was a good friend of my father.”

“Was.” Jon felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “so, he’s dead then.”

“I’m sorry,” his eyes flashed with empathy, just briefly, before returning to their stoic state, “but yes. They both are.”

“It's okay,” Jon tried to reassure himself, though his voice trembled slightly. “I think...I think I already knew.” As the words left his mouth, he felt a sense of finality wash over him, confirming what he had been desperately trying to deny. His father hadn’t come looking for him, he had already known it could only mean one thing. Silence consumed the air once more, until Jon finally spoke, “so, you haven’t killed me because my dad used to be friends with your dad?”

“Is that not enough?” he shrugged.

Jon quickly shook his head, “no, I mean, I’ll take it.”

“Tt. So, don’t die on me Jonathan Kent or this will have been a complete waste of my time.”

Surprise flickered across Jon's face, “you know my name?”

The other man scoffed, “of course, I'm the son of Batman.”

“Batman? ... So then, are you ...Tim?”

“I'm insulted.” The man's expression turned from irritation to hurt, “no, I'm Damian. I'm... I'm the last living son of Batman.” A weight seemed to settle upon him as he spoke these words, as if the realization of his own loneliness had suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks.

“I'm sorry. My... my brother is gone too.” Damian allowed the silence to consume the night, he did not ask Jon any more questions and for that, Jon was grateful.

[spiderin-space]

Lamb unfortunately was Not dainty in their escape 😔😩

(Feat. @paintpaintpaintman’s Petra in the third sketch)

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[kaijukebox]

Also here…tossing this WIP at you as though I were feeding pigeons in the park.

[corfisers]

i really need to finish this one day

[spaghett-onaplate]

a celebratory post: i have just experienced the most fruitful writing 24 hours of my entire life. at 3:30am last night, i started a new fic, wrote maybe 3k in the hours before I slept? continued the next evening at 5pm, and since then the document has reached the grand total of... 12.5k words!! :D

[goldensunset]

ugh

[vermillioncrown]

this is how temptation to write occurs:

start reading in new fandom

latch onto a meow meow

start a folie à deux with an enabler (@rozaceous 👀)

fandom haunts my dreams, dream some weird/funny shit

(if it stops here, i can still break free)

look up fandom geography, draw hypotheticals on sourced maps

imagine the fictional economic development of specific industries/sectors of an industry

[newlacesleeves]

be proud of me i locked these two idiots in a room together and managed to not make them immediately go soft and spill their feelings out at each other

[mkstrigidae]

Winter's Child QITN Sansa again! (As a WIP, of course)

The fun part about procreate is that I can go absolutely fucking hog wild with insane details the way my little tacky heart desires and then just... vanish the layer. Anyways, I'm wildly happy with how the icicles turned out, but have yet to scratch the surface of the overly detailed design possibilities. I learned how to make brushes in procreate and made a bead brush so that I could play around with different jewelry/adornment stuff quickly and it has gotten SPECTACULARLY out of hand. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the different designs I've played with so far!

Honestly, I haven't had this much fun in ages.

[novantinuum]

man it sucks that being creative is such a chore sometimes

[deus-ex-mona]

i still can’t get over how lxl became waiterxwaiter bc of the anime’s artstyle btw

[thestayathomedragon]

Another WIP for the pile.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hi

I absolutely love your writing and your blog on Tumblr.

I am not sure if I remember incorrectly, but were you writing a Gale X Tav fic? I thought I remembered reading it in one of your answers to an ask. But honestly I could have just dreamed it too 🙈

Just curious, please take your time if you are writing it, and if you aren't, well that is also completely fine.

Thanks for being such a great writer. Your updates are the highlight of the day.

Hey anon!

I am writing a Gale fic! It's Gale x Dark Urge, (or to put it more specific, an amputee Gale who is rescued from his portal after his hand is cut off... x Dark Urge).

I currently have one chapter drafted! I tend not to post fics until I have at least two chapters under my belt bc I know that can be an unrewarding experience for readers. I'm also still only in Act 1 of my Durge playthrough (Grymforge my beloathed) so it will be a slow one but it is a project which I have outlined and hope to add to my BG3 stuff this year!

Thanks for being interested! I have started to hint at it as my Durge gets more fleshed out bc she was a bit of a blank slate to begin with.