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artofrhues · 3 days

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A little wip for an upcoming animatic...

Can you guess what she's saying?

#hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel vaggie #art of rhues #wips #upcoming animatic

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julls · 17 hours

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currently drowning in wips, have some Gortash x Durge Juria doodles ♡

#bg3 #Enver Gortash #Gortash #durgetash #durge #bhaalspawn #envuri #gorge #Juria #dark urge x gortash #my art #muh #wips

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mmm-asbestos · 1 day

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this can happen to you

#wips #asb_art

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shjiyemis · 3 days

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I found this Jade Panel redraw sketch from a while ago and thought it was so cute. I had to share 8) I never draw them at their baby ages, I absolutely need to :')

#my art #wip #wips #homestuck #jade harley

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anincompletelist · 3 days

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sunday sentences :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @magicandarchery

@firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags today! y'all have so many fun and cool things in the works!

today I offer up another bit of something that was supposed to be for kinktober but has unraveled into something with plot and feelings (no one is surprised) so it may be out sooner than that?? WHO KNOWS ANYWAY ENJOY xx

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Henry gazes down at the dusty maps, the faded lines he and his father had drawn connecting the points, the scrawled notes out to the side, more passion imbued into these old papers than any of his work at the station. It feels as if he’s showing Alex a piece of his own heart on the page, his throat tight and face warm.

“I know they aren’t perfect, but—”

“This one,” Alex points to a spot before he can finish, gazing at the map longingly. “This is my home.”

The breath catches in his throat.

“Orion,” Henry breathes.

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tagging back all of the lovely folks who ALSO tagged me last wednesday when I was under the (mental) weather ksjdhksjhd I APPRECIATE YOU ALL AND WILL GET AROUND TO READING THEM I PROMISE <333 (AND for the beautiful inspiration weekend posts <333) + a few others!

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @agostobuwan @henryspearl

@captainjunglegym @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @nocoastposts

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @priincebutt

@msmarvelouswinchester @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland

@onthewaytosomewhere @oxfordslutphase @rmd-writes @theprinceandagcd

@orchidscript @affectionatelyrs

xx

#wips

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moth-tea-merchant · 2 days

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some doodles form the day. spoiler they're all me putting @manasurge 's gurl Mourynn into gay scenarios

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #others ocs #gw2 peitha #mourynn #odge podge art #peitha #caithe #gw2 caithe #healthy yuri #yes thast a tag imma use now #bcs i love drawing caithe x faolain wich is toxic yuri as fuck #doodles #wips

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hasbeenandroid · 3 days

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burtch (wip)

#wips #tim wright #jay art

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ackee · 2 days

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this guy is such a freak omggg KILL him

#wips #howl #txt

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pr0ximamidnight · 2 days

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cowboy joel? cowboy joel

inspired by taylor swift’s “but daddy i love him” for @beskarandblasters ttpd drabble challenge (it’s uh…shaping up to be a bit more than a drabble but i digress)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #wips

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oblivionscribbles · 3 days

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What that wizard doin'?

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dungeons and dragons #faerun #bg3 fanart #op art #wips

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letteredlettered · 10 hours

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Hi!!! I’d love to hear about Ming Fan :)

hahahahaha well you already know! But it's true we did talk about two Ming Fan fics.

This one has 6,000 words. I doubt I will have the patience to finish it, even though Tarnished Gold by prim_the_amazing made me want 30,000 other fics like it.

In this fic, Shen Yuan does not transmigrate into Shen Qingqiu's body. He instead transmigrates into Ming Fan's body, about 9 months before Shen Qingqiu is due to toss Luo Binghe into the Endless Abyss.

Here's a short excerpt that I think basically demonstrates the premise. The opening of the fic is that LBH is being tortured in the woodshed as a result of Ming Fan's bullying. When LBH gets out he hears that Ming Fan has fallen ill. He doesn't exactly care.

A few warnings: there's bullying, violent thought, and a number of OCs in this excerpt. Also, the narration is unkind to Ning Yingying--this is because LBH likes her well enough but doesn't really understand her behavior. The idea is that Shen Yuan would eventually shed light for Luo Binghe on why she does what she does, making her a far more relatable and comprehensible character for the reader. (And as in canon, NYY having someone around who treats her like an adult also helps NYY herself grow and change).

A week later, Ning Yingying came to visit while Luo Binghe mucked out the horses’ stalls. “Did you hear? Ming-shixiong is doing much better,” she remarked, sitting on a bale of hay, watching as he worked.

Ning Yingying never helped with the additional tasks always assigned to Luo Binghe. She’d tried to a few times in early days. She’d been reprimanded for it and Luo Binghe punished, though Luo Binghe being punished never seemed like a strong deterrent to her. At first, Luo Binghe had thought that she didn’t realize that they liked her, and that was why she also didn’t realize that evidence that she liked him resulted in hardship upon him. Gradually, he came to see that she just didn’t notice that her behavior could really have an effect on anyone who wasn’t her.

Once he asked her not to help him with the chores, she gave in easily. She really hadn’t liked doing them anyway.

When Luo Binghe said nothing, Ning Yingying went on. “They say he suffered memory loss as a result of the illness. Even some of his cultivation technique!”

Luo Binghe shoveled more of the dung into the wheeled cart. He had heard the same thing, but it didn’t really concern him much. Ming Fan’s cultivation had never been strong to begin with, even though his spiritual cultivation was still much stronger than Luo Binghe’s. It didn’t matter. Luo Binghe’s demonic cultivation, under the tutelage of Ming Mo, had already made him more powerful than Ming Fan would ever be.

“I’ve heard he’s been practicing with the little ones to relearn it,” Ning Yingying went on. “Shu-shimei, Mu-shimei, even San-shidi. He’s only twelve! Have you ever heard Ming-shixiong even speak to them?”

Ming Fan should have been speaking to them. He was Head Disciple, and Shu Mingxia, Mu Bailong, and San Nianzhou were Ming Fan’s youngest martial siblings. Ming Fan’s duty was to ensure that they were well tutored, but of course, Ming Fan had never done anything of the sort with Luo Binghe. He shoveled up another pile of dung.

“I just think it’s interesting,” Ning Yingying said, when Luo Binghe still didn’t reply.

“What’s interesting?” said a voice.

Luo Binghe paused, then slowly turned around.

Huo Yuhan, one of Ming Fan’s gang, stood in the doorway of the stables, flanked by two others. During Ming Fan’s illness, Huo Yuhan and these other two had carried on the thankless yet necessary task of insulting Luo Binghe, pranking him, assigning him extra work, and making sure he didn’t have enough to eat. “I said, what’s interesting?” Huo Yuhan demanded, swaggering into the stable. “Is it how much shit Luo-shidi can shovel? Because I’m interested in him shoveling more.”

“Huo-shixiong,” was all Luo Binghe said. He rested his hand casually around the handle of the shovel, imagining bashing it into Huo Yuhan’s head—but he already knew he wouldn’t do it. Patience, Meng Mo had counseled. The boys would rough him up. Ning Yingying would protest, and Luo Binghe would let them. Then he would go back to shoveling shit.

“Maybe it’s interesting whether you’re good for anything else,” Huo Yuhan said. “Tell me, Shidi, are you good for anything but shoveling shit? Maybe eating shit?”

“Huo-shidi,” said a quiet voice.

Luo Binghe shifted his eyes behind the trio, who all turned to look at the stable door entrance. Ming Fan stood there, looking a little pale. His mouth was a flat line.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhan’s face broke into a wide grin. “Ming-shixiong! So glad you’re here. I was just asking Luo-shidi whether he wanted to eat shit. What do you think?”

“Shizun wants you.” Ming Fan’s eyes fell on the other two disciples flanking Huo Yuhan. “You as well.”

“What? What for?”

Ming Fan gave a slight shake of his head. “He didn’t say.”

“Well, fine,” said Huo Yuhan. “We can tell him how badly Luo-shidi is slacking.”

“Right,” said Fu Xuefeng, one of the other lackeys. “He’s barely shoveled anything.”

“You’re the ones who interrupted him,” Ning Yingying said irritably.

“We’ll tell him you said so.” Fu Xuefeng smirked, knowing that any time Shen Qingqiu heard about Ning Yingying defending Luo Binghe, the punishment doubled.

Luo Binghe kept his silence, hand still on the shovel.

“Why would we bother Shizun with reports about dung?” Ming Fan’s eyes were fixed calmly on the trio, as though Luo Binghe wasn’t even there. “I’m sure it’s beneath his notice.”

Huo Yuhan began, “But Luo-shidi hasn’t—”

“It’s beneath his notice,” Ming Fan said firmly. “Come along.” Ming Fan waited at the door until the other three had filed out, then turned and left.

He hadn’t looked at Luo Binghe once. He hadn’t looked at Ning Yingying either, which was far more strange. Ming Fan usually never passed up an opportunity to ridicule Luo Binghe, but perhaps Ming Fan had decided ignoring Luo Binghe and calling him beneath Shen Qingqiu’s notice was ridicule enough. But Luo Binghe couldn’t remember a time when Ming Fan hadn’t looked for an opportunity to ingratiate himself with Ning Yingying, even despite all these years of her disinterest. Did he think that acting like he was too good to care about dung shoveling was going to impress her somehow?

“Like I said,” Ning Yingying, tossing aside a piece of hay she’d been playing with. “It’s very interesting.”

#svsss #lbh #wips #my fics #shen yuan

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leothetraveler · 2 days

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I'm not going to finish this anytime soon, so let the squid simps feast on this half-finished Lamb x Kallamar fic

They’re dead? They can’t have fallen. Them too? Thoughts raced through Kallamar’s mind as they received the news. His last high priest had fallen to the lamb. How could they do this? It’s just a lamb I need to hide run SCREAM. “My lord? Are you alright?” Kallamar had all but forgotten the messenger before them, their face full of concern for their silent god. “Y-yes. Of course. I… I need to plan. BEGONE.” Kallamar turned their back to hide their terror as the messenger left the room. The squid fell to his knees in a mix of grief and dread. His sister and brother were dead. Half of the Old Faith, gone. No doubt he was next. His mind could only imagine the torture his fallen siblings were facing. What horrors had been dreamed up by- Kallamar froze, sensing the trespass of the red crown. Of the lamb. They were back to finish him. Tears welled in the squid’s eyes as he tried, desperately, to think of a way out. The lamb would not die, so maybe they could be convinced to show mercy? There was only one chance. One way the Old Faith could survive. He could not allow a single soul to see such, but he had to grovel before the red crown and beg them to claim his sibling in his place. This whole thing was Shamura’s fault anyhow. And death would be a mercy on their shattered mind. So Kallamar departed to confront the lamb with a silent prayer to the first gods.

“Please, I beg you, spare me. Kill Shamura, but do not send me to my death. Do not send me to him!” Kallamar finished his plea, looking for any sign that the lamb’s fury waivered. But if there was any thought of mercy, it was hidden behind the trained expressionless face of a crownbearer. Kallamar’s mind raced with fear. “You will not find my temple. I will be safe there. Yes, I will-” “Now you know how I felt.” Kallamar froze, their eyes focusing back on the lamb before them. “w-..what?” The lamb took a step towards the terrified bishop. “Now you know how I felt the day you and your siblings killed me.” Kallamar stepped back, the lamb stepped forward. “Now you know how I felt every damn day of my life being hunted by your family for being born.” The lamb only stopped their advance as the bishop backed into a column. “You now live in fear, like I did. You beg for mercy…like I did, for so long. You did nothing then…I won’t listen now.” Kallamar racked their mind for excuses. “I-I couldn’t do anything. My siblings, yes, they insisted. Even if I had, I would just be joining Narinder in damnation!” The lamb tilted their head, a curious yet sadistic expression breaking through. “Narinder? Who’s that? One of your beloved priests?” There was silence as the two stared at each other, trying to decipher what the other was thinking. Kallamar spoke first. “YOU KILL IN HIS NAME AND DON’T EVEN KNOW IT?!?” The lamb only stared, more annoyed at his screeching than anything. Kallamar groaned, his fear temporarily forgotten. “Of course our brother wouldn’t mention it. It is not relevant to killing us. He always kept his cards close to his-” The lamb’s blade dug into the wall behind Kallamar, interrupting his chain of thought. “What do you mean ‘brother’?” Kallamar broke into laughter. This lamb was nothing but a tool. A weapon aimed at their throat, not a rival or follower. They knew nothing of the Old Faith or the crown they wear. His confidence restored, he explained to the fool before him. “He was the third. The middle sibling. Why do you think our symbol is the five-pointed star? Five points, five crowns. He is not different. He is not better. He is our brother. This, all of this, is little more than a family dispute. He tried to increase his power. Made himself a threat to the rest of us. So we locked him away. Even if you did manage to break the chains, it will take quite the sacrifice to-” Kallamar paused mid-sentence, a thought occurring. How did Narinder plan to escape? While the seal on his temple was easily broken, bringing a god back from the land of the dead would take a grand sacrifice. No mere mortal would suffice, but the grand vessel beloved by so many? Add the fact that they were a lamb, a sacrificial beast, and that would do it. “So that’s his grand plan. Put you on a pedestal, make you beloved, then demand your head so he can walk free. And you are left none the wiser till it’s too late to say no.” The lamb dragged their hoof across the ground in frustration. While they were sworn enemies, it is clear the lamb was not such a fool that they did not see the truth in Kallamar’s words.

[I just burned out trying to force myself to finish this. I'll do it some other time. the idea was that Kallamar would willingly break the chain and shatter his crown to have the lamb's protection as their loyal, immortal consort.]

#cult of the lamb #cotl #lambxkallamar #Inkwool #(? it's one idea for it.)#wips #unfinished #cotl lamb #cotl kallamar

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rosieofcorona · 2 days

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