#but I'm getting there

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

This post was made by Buggy and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

#not quite back on my bullshit yet #but i'm getting there #one piece #opla #buggy #buggy the clown #shitpost

[rin-may-1103]

It's go time! 'bout to ruin some fruitloops day.

#danny phantom #art #fanart #my fanart #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #still don't know how to art #but I'm getting there #how to draw??? #it's somehow Vlad's fault #don't ask how #it just is #not sure who they're about to fight #but they definitely deserve it #BAMF sam #Bamf tucker #bamf danny #is danny the ghost king? #i don't know #maybe #he could be #but it's not really necessary for the moment #jazz is so done with them #she's going to be waiting at home like the disappointed sister she is #she'll have the lights off and everything #just sitting in the dark and waiting. #danny is definitly grounded #not because he got in another fight #but because he used his powers in human form.

[flowy-ely]

Persona 3 reload woke me up from my slumber Who's also excited? :3

#persona 3 #persona #minato arisato #makoto yuki #fanart #my art #p3 #i know it might not seem like it but i'm still drawing and trying my best to learn #spoiler: still not good enough #BUT I'M GETTING THERE #how this software even works #no fucking idea what i'm doing

[momotech764]

risk of rain 2? more like. risk of brai b rot. brain tot. brain tot. brain rot. risk of brain rot 2

girl help i am hyperfixating! i am making OCs (<- not even an artist and has to rotate those things in their mind)

#their names are navigator and collector and i don't know how they would work yet #but i'm getting there #i think #also i made my partner make one. more details on that as they come #risk of rain 2 #risk of rain

[lizzychanz]

I don't usually self promote, but I figured I'd drop this here anyway. If anyone's interested in a really weird and dark ShinRan fic, then here's one. It's weird. Just a warning.

And here's the cover for said story, taken from the inside cover of vol. 95. Colored it myself.

#dcmk #fanfiction #dcmk fanfiction #detective conan #shinran #seriously really weird #and angsty #kudo shinichi #mouri ran #clones #hurt/comfort #it's not finished yet #obviously #but I'm getting there #Heiji's there too #hattori heiji

[kos-mos]

save me white boy

#jade art #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #still not 100% on this #but i'm getting there #I like how his hair looks at least

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

very busy today being incredibly autistic (spending hours untangling one single plant and really enjoying it)

#I've only freed 4 out of 20-ish strands so far #but I'm getting there #it's a string of hearts btw in case that means anything to anybody lmao #anyway I was supposed to visit a castle but that didn't happen #then my next plan was to go sit at a lake but it's cloudy and windy #and also I decided having a pyjama day where I get to stay at home for the first time in over half a year is also a good idea #sorry mum for not visiting for one day when I absolutely could but I'm busy enjoying untangling a plant

[jewishboricua]

it'a about to be sundown where i am so shabbat shalom!! <3

#i haven't done one of these in a WHILE mainly because my life has been really busy lately #but i'm getting there #jumblr #jewblr #judaism #jewish stuff #shabbat shalom #gut shabbos #aggie talks

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Beatrice turns serious then, cups his face between her hands, and gently turns his head until their eyes meet.  His pouty lips part in quiet surprise, and his posture tenses for a brief moment.  “Are you okay?”

“I am,” she says truthfully, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones.  “I was actually going to ask you the same thing.  I know I’ve been… leading this encounter so far.”

“You’ve been domming the shit out of me,” he frankly states.

“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes.  “If you must put it that way.”  She actually kind of likes that he put it that way.  “But I won’t take anything not freely given.  So if you don’t want this, or if you’re unsure, please tell me.”

“Bea…” His expression softens, and he leans into her touch.  “Thanks for checking, really, but I literally took you home with me.  I am so down for this.  If you leave now, I think the blue balls will kill me.”

“Is that so?”

His smirk is back.  “Bet.  If I can’t eat you out tonight, I’ll starve.  I’ll wither away into nothing, like dust in the wind.  I’ll—”  She pulls his head hard and smashes their mouths together before he can speak another word.

#my writing #another teaser #it's been a little slow going because i've had some trouble focusing #but i'm getting there #this is already spiraling into another au. i already have plans for more i need to slow down #gonna have to think of a tag for it

[fonulyn]

“Where else would I be?” Piers said, an edge of frustration in his voice. “You can’t text me incoherent shit like that and expect me to not worry.”

The first instinct from Leon was to feel all warm and giddy. Piers worried about him! He cared! He was feverish enough that it didn’t even freak him out, like it might’ve otherwise, and inwardly he congratulated himself for that. Only then the rest of the words registered and Leon was all confused again. “…text you what? I told you I’m fine!”

“Leon. You texted me ‘got infected got injected’. With literally every word misspelled,” Piers started, arching a scarred eyebrow. “How did you even manage that?” He didn’t wait for an answer, though, instead continuing to Leon’s horror. “And then a ‘bed too big’, followed by ‘you should live in it’?”

-- Or the one wherein Leon has to suffer through treatment for an infection and Piers is there to help.

-

for @yearoftheotpevent may prompt "sick fic" :3

#nivannedy #piers nivans #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #my fics #my nivannedy fics #i'm constantly behind with this event damnnnnn #but i'm getting there

[jeneco]

some style experiments for Pest & Porcelain (the comic I'm slowly working on)

characters are: Fidelia (squirrel), Edgar (salamander), and Dunya (rat)

#original art #pest and porcelain #original characters #ocs #furry #squirrel #rat #salamander #fire salamander #i know the comic's going to be in grayscale and or in a limited color palette #but it's hard to find something i'm happy with long term when i like colors so much x) #but I'm getting there #jenecoart

[gingerel]

three am | aerti | ff7

Posted as Warm on AO3.

There’s a scar on Tifa’s hip, normally hidden beneath the waistband of her skirt but visible to Aerith for the first time now. Bizarrely illuminated from the little light sneaking in through the hastily closed curtains so that Aerith can do little but stare at it, even though there are a number of other interesting things before her.  

She was probably there when Tifa was injured in the first place, but Aerith doesn’t remember. There is always so much happening, all at once; new people, new places — the undeniable discomfort of aiming to hurt, not heal. Tifa’s a better fighter, but Aerith can tell she doesn’t like it any more than she does. Good at raising her fists in defence of her friends, sure, but it’s not Tifa’s natural recourse for fixing things.

“Are you cold?” Tifa asks, looking over her shoulder.

She’s stripped off most of her layers, in just her crop-top and the little black shorts she wears under her skirt. They bought fresh clothes when they arrived in town, but Aerith forgot to pick up anything to sleep in — she pouted, playfully complained and Cloud dragged a t-shirt from a bag and tossed it quite literally into her face without saying a single word.

As charming as ever.

Tifa looks completely relaxed, laying belly down on their shared bed, flipping through the pages of a book she found stuffed into the nightstand of their motel room. She’s more exposed, yet Aerith is the one with goosebumps prickling at her exposed arms and legs.

Aerith shakes her head and Tifa’s mouth curls with a soft smile. She shuts the book, shoves at it until it slips off the bed with a dull thud then rolls onto her side with enough ease to make Aerith’s breath short. Tifa raises one of her arms, inviting Aerith in.

Like an idiot, she ignores the invitation, something in her unsure, too tentative to risk it. Instead, Aerith simply takes Tifa’s outstretched hand, cups it with both her own and holds on as tight as she dares.

“Aren’t you cold?” Aerith asks, though she can tell Tifa isn’t, knows she wouldn’t be lying about as she is if she was trying to preserve heat. Not when she knows she already has Aerith, that there’s no need to seduce and beguile because all the work was already done almost the first moment Tifa smiled in her direction.  

She does know that, right? She must know that.

“Nothing compared to a Nibel winter,” Tifa promises, with another of those smiles.

“Is it snowy?” Aerith asks. She’s so … sheltered. Knows so little of the world, really, even though everyone that’s come into her life has tried to teach her things, one way or another. Ill intent or good.

“Can be, in winter with the mountain so close” Tifa says softly. “But not all the time.”

“Is that why Cloud never wears sleeves?” Aerith teases and a beautiful, inelegant snort tumbles from Tifa’s mouth. Aerith wishes she could chase it with her own, feel it against hers, taste the edge of it with her tongue.

She can, maybe. She thinks she can.

“I bet it helps,” Tifa laughs. “You are cold.”

Not a question.

But Aerith feels warm, almost flushed. Just the sight of Tifa on the bed, her bed, clenching her belly, making every muscle in her body feel tight, braced for what Aerith knows not. Tifa looks warm, skin warm and soft over hard muscles, cascade of loose hair over her shoulder and onto the pillow beside her.

Aerith never thought herself particularly frail. Sure, Zack was a head and then some taller than her, could pick her up with just one hand and squash monsters with his sword in the other, but he never made her feel like this. Tifa’s hands are no larger than hers, she’s not really any taller. But when Tifa catches her arm if Aerith trips or hooks her own around Aerith’s waist, she feels minuscule. Like thin paper stretched over a frame of brittle wood.

Aerith doesn’t hate it.

Not even a little bit.

Thinks she wouldn’t even mind if Tifa did shatter her into pieces. Not if Tifa is willing to keep just one fragment of Aerith’s scattered remains with her for the rest of time.

Aerith squeezes Tifa’s hand and it’s tugged a little, her bed partner trying to drag her close. This time Aerith goes to her, lets herself be pulled onto her side, sighs softly when Tifa hooks her ankle around one of Aerith’s and pulls it between her own.

Maybe Aerith was cold before, because it’s blisteringly hot this close to Tifa, hands parting so Tifa can set hers at Aerith’s waist, the skin of Tifa’s stomach scorching when the backs of Aerith’s fingers brush against it, her own hands settling awkwardly on the bed between them.

There’s thin cotton keeping Tifa from her skin and Aerith hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. Wishes she’d tossed the offensive garment right back in Cloud’s face, that she was brave enough to strip down to her underwear like Tifa, to make it easy for this to go where she so desperately hopes it will.

“It’s late,” Aerith finds herself saying, frowning at the words even though she’s responsible for putting them into the world.

“You don’t seem tired,” Tifa says softly, stroking her hand from Aerith’s hip to the top of her ribs, dangerously close to the soft curve of Aerith’s body where she is bare beneath the cotton. Back down it goes, teasing Aerith though she doubts that’s Tifa’s true intent.

“I’m not,” Aerith confirms.

Last time three in the morning rolled around Aerith was drooping against Tifa’s shoulder, hunkered down on the outskirts of town, waiting for Cloud and Barret to return. They insisted on checking it out before the girls followed, Tifa staying alert and focused even though nothing and nobody was going to make it past Red pacing in front of their hiding spot.

“What should we do then?”

Tifa isn’t even trying for coy, her smile genuine and soft. Aerith feels suddenly shy though. Not like she’s never done this before, not like she doesn’t know Tifa thinks she’s beautiful. It just feels like this will mean something, a lot, everything and she doesn’t know how to process that.

So, she nestles close, until her nose brushes against Tifa’s and her skin burns hot over her cheeks. Aerith braves inching her hands forward, so she’s pressing into Tifa’s surprisingly soft belly and fingers suddenly clench at her own waist.

“Aerith,” Tifa whispers.

When she tilts her head, Tifa finds her mouth, lips soft and plush, gentle but eager against her own. The bed shifts and Aerith expects to be rolled over, to be pinned under the firmness of Tifa’s body. Instead, it’s Tifa that rolls back, drags Aerith over on top of her so she sprawls a little inelegantly, laughing straight into Tifa’s lungs.

The mattress is worn, creaks a little when Aerith pushes her palms against it to get enough leverage to balance in a position more like she’s pictured in her fantasies. They smile at each other, Tifa’s eyes impossibly dark in the low light of the room. Her hands pass down Aerith’s back again, all the way down to her bare thighs, inching the return journey achingly slow, slipping under the thin cotton t-shirt to pass over lace clad hips and settle at the dip of her waist.

Tifa’s so warm.

“Okay?” Tifa breathes.

Aerith nods, too energetically, almost feeling silly for it in the quiet stillness of the room. Tifa just smiles more broadly, tugs at Aerith’s waist until she collapses forward, supine over Tifa’s body. It’s ludicrously comfortable. Natural. Perfect.

“Okay then,” Tifa says. And kisses Aerith again.

#ffvii #ff7r #aerti #aerith x tifa #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #fluff #it took me eight days to write this #i would normally make something like this in one sitting #so i'm not better #but i'm getting there #ff7

[daftydill]

Daftydill takes longest time to complete a WIP ever asked to leave the club VIP Room

#I'm getting there... #at a snails pace sure #but i'm getting there #daftydoodle #doodles #wips #sketches

[gwensparlour]

Adoration

#hades game #hades supergiant #hades achilles #achilles #hades patroclus #patroclus #hades patrochilles #patchilles #the iliad #art #gwen draws #its a mess #but i'm getting there

[andiv3r]

Drew them side-by-side for the first time. After taking a day or so of break from drawing in general, I'm back at it (still will be on "break" until tomorrow, but I needed a little sketch to make sure I remembered how to draw.

Someone help me.

#i still don't have their features just right #but i'm getting there #eventually drawing them will be as easy as drawing cats from memory is for me #but eventually is not today #art #digital art #gomens #drawing #good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #good omens art #gomens art #anthony j crowley #a.z. fell #crowley gomens #aziraphale gomens #ineffable husbands

[hellcat-138]

~•~•~•~•~Welcome to the Madness~•~•~•~•~

Hi there! I'm Dee and this my little corner of Tumblr. Let me tell you a little about myself :)

Pronouns are she/her, Apart of the alphabet mafia🏳️‍🌈💖💛💙, and 20+ years old, I like to sew/embroider, cosplay, read, and write(even I'm okay at it T.T, I try). And ever I saw Across the Spiderverse, Hobie Brown has been my hyperfixation. I think about so much that I created a Black Cat for Earth 138 to pair him with.

Rules!!!! NO racism (I'm black, my characters are black and it's 2023 grow up😒), No homophobia/transphobia, and no minors interacting (my stories might start off cute at first, but will get spicy later). No speaking of ANYONE with I'll intentions or insults.

This is a safe space and we're all here for a good time babes, enjoy it.

⬇️Masterlist ⬇️

Black Cat OC

Intro to 138 Black Cat

More to know about Freya Harrison

Young Freya

OC Questions

Moodboard(s)

Evolution of suits

Redraws

Hobie × Freya

How they met pt1 "I know you from somewhere"

Other

What do the other Spideys thing of 138 Black Cat?

#work in progress #but i'm getting there #black cat oc #felicia hardy variant #black cat #across the spiderverse #black cat marvel #hobie brown x oc #atsv hobie #hellcat138