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zhalfirin-binds · 1 year

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WIP interview with a vampire

Part III turn-in’s (or how I fucked them up and fixed them)

Working with cork cloth turns out to be an interesting experience. It combines a couple of qualities I did not expect. For once it’s rather reluctant to get glued down. I used undiluted PVA and still had to do each side separately and let it sit with a weight on top a moment for the glue to stick before I could keep going.

When working with it it behaves a bit like leather and a bit like cloth. The good thing there is, it stretches slightly similar to leather. Not quite as far, but a bit. The bad thing, there’s glue everywhere as if working with un-backed cloth (the good thing of the bad thing, somehow stains don’t show on the cork, so as long as your hands and the glue stay clean you’re good).

With the rather thick material I went for the same way I do leather corners. I took of the tip off the corner and left a small flap at the long side turn-in to cover the corner securely. Then I cut the corner as I usually would, safe the flap... and this is where things went wrong. the angle wasn’t right and I had a gap between both turn in’s leaving a strip of board visible in the end. The cork cloth does stretch, but not that far. Luckily I keep cut-off’s until I’m done (yeah, this is not a first time experience for me -_-’) so I could glue on the ‘right’ strip of cork to fix it almost invisibly.

Then I glued the short side turn-ins, cut along the edge of the turn-in in a 45 degree angle and peeled out the excess material from under the short side turn-in. I could have left it, but that way I’d have kind of bumpy corners and with the other material peeled out the corner is completely smooth.

#bookbinding #wip interview with a vampire #fucked up turn-in's #and how I fixed them #cork coated fabric #cork fabric

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kkpwnall · 1 year

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steddie + 16 or 20 (or both in one if you feel so inclined) for the spooky szn fic prompts!!

so it's been well over a month and idk if you remember sending this, but thank you so so much!! i had a lot of fun writing this!! the prompts were mysterious library and violent thunderstorm. i was super inspired by your stranger things + buzzfeed unsolved incorrect text post (still one of my favorites btw) and our convos about who would be the skeptic vs the believer, and it just snowballed from there.

i hope you like it!!

#seriously thank you #and with that spooky season is officially over #FOR ME #everybody else do whatever you want #it's winter holiday season for me now #i'm going to watch the parade and eat too much #sorry i just like linking things so i can find stuff easier again this blog is a mess #it’s a big cork board and links are the red string #untitled ghost hunter steddie wip #finally has a title #love is like ghosts #writing #kk rants #kk writes

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writtenbygrimes · 2 months

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The Grown Folks Book Fair

Have you been chasing the thrill of your elementary school book fair since the 7th grade? Are you looking for the nostalgia of the Scholastic Book Fair, but with a Grown Folks feel? Search no longer! The Grown Folks Book Fair is here and it is not your grade school book fair. On June 8th from 7-10pm, meet and greet local authors while sharing tasty apps and desserts at the upscale and cozy…

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sn1p1ng888 · 9 months

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tankmen corkboard wip

we r STARVED of tankmen merch so I’m making my own 👹👹

Ok the pins are official merch but I made everything else myself kehehe

it’s supposed to look like gator (my tanksona) made it so it’s scruffy on purpose 😭😭

any tips/suggestions r greatly appreciated yippEE

#tankman #tankmen #newgrounds #tanksona #traditional art #cork board #wip #crafts

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Old Scars, New Blood 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: I hope you all have a great day.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The rest of the drive is spent in silence, at least on your end. Lloyd chews loudly, licking his chops, and sucking his fingers loudly. The rose tint is tinged gray.

You pull into the compound and shift into park sharply. You don't move as you wait for Lloyd to get out. He wastes no time ditching you, letting out a shameless belch as he drops down onto the ground. The door snaps shut behind him and you huff.

You look over at the garbage left in his place. That's exactly where you belong. Right there with the trash.

You swipe up the crumple bag filled with wrappers and his half-finished soda. The keys jingle against the paper cup as you swipe your phone out behind you. You dump what's left of the espresso from your own cup and sheath it around the other.

You elbow the door shut and cross the dark grounds. The moon is a sliver that offers little light in the dark. You approach the doors and enter to the muted ruckus of voices and clinking bottles. Yet another night of debauchery. You don't know how Lloyd hasn't fallen right in with his guests.

You go to the kitchen and jam the bag and cups deep in the bin. You have half the mind to go through the fridge and get rid of all those meals you slaved over. Just like everything else, he'll spit it back in your face.

You flip open the door and stop yourself. No, no, he got the reaction he wanted, you're only shooting your own foot at this point.

Your eyes center on a dark bottle with a silver label. Fuck it. You snatch the prosecco and swing the fridge shut.

You march back down the hall and ignore the din that seeps through from the dining room and various other doorways. You go upstairs to your room and close yourself in, letting the wood slam into the frame. You're not even mad at him, you're furious at yourself. Why can't you just accept it?

You drop the keys on the dresser, your phone too, and keep the bottle in hand. You untwist the wire around the cork and toss it aside. You push with your thumb until it pops and a fizzle escapes the long neck.

You watch the wisp that rises and you gulp straight from the bottle. You cringe as your eyes water from bubbles and the stringently sweet wine floods your mouth. You gulp until you can't anymore. A quarter of the bottle down, you plunk it on the nightstand and let it sink into your veins.

You undress lazily and leave your clothes on the floor. You don't give a fuck. For one night, you just don't want to think. Hell, if you drink enough, you might just do something real stupid.

You grab the bottle and carry it into the bathroom. As you bend over to twist the faucet, the wine creeps into your brain, hazing your vision in warmth. You pull the lever for the stopper and slowly push yourself straight.

You lean on the porcelain and take another swig. You pop your mouth off the rim and lift one leg, then the other. You ease into the tub, splashing slightly as the water flows higher and higher.

You lean your head back, resting the bottle against the edge as you grip it tight. The ripples around you and beneath the skin and numb the ache in your chest. You close your eyes, drinking without thinking, guzzling until your stomach is full and the tub is nearly full.

You lay as you are, basking in the heat of the water. You could fall asleep right there. Just drift beneath the surface.

That thought jerks you awake. You sit up, dizzy, and get to your knees clumsily. You reach over the side to clunk the bottle onto the tile. You flip the stopper and lift yourself.

You get out, feet crashing onto the bathmat. You cling to the tub and take a breath. You reach for the bar and drag the towel off. You don't feel too bad, just a bit unsteady.

You wrap yourself up and teeter as you bend to grab the bottle. You clamber towards the door. You nudge it all the way open with your elbow.

As you enter the room, you stagger to a halt. You don't expect the figure sitting on your bed, watching you enter as he faces the bathroom door. You blink and squeeze the bottle tighter.

You're buzzed. No, you're drunk.

You skin singes with self-awareness. Not only of the alcohol that dulls your mind but of the single piece of fabric around you.

“It's not healthy to drink alone,” Thor grins, a paper crinkles between his fingers, “or other things.”

He shows the slip of paper and you shake your head. He clicks his tongue and squints at it, “didn't take you for a cherry girl.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head, confused until you recall hastily hiding away the receipt in your pants. Fuck.

“I don't really use lube myself. Don't need it,” he reaches to drop the paper on the night table.

“What are you…” you clamp your lips shut as a hiccup rises. You swallow it and sway.

“I don't make promises I don't keep, “ he stands, towering over you as he comes closer.

“You… it was a joke, wasn't it?” You babble dumbly.

“Why would I joke about that?” He stops before you and wraps his hand around the bottle, “mm, not much for bubbly,” he wiggles it free and swiftly empties what's left before examining the empty bottle, “how was your little business trip, eh?”

You frown and cross your arms over the top of the towel, “why are you here?” You ask again.

“I told you–”

“No, why… why did you come here? He hates you.”

“I got that sense of him,” Thor chortles, “doesn't bother me much.” He backs away and sets the bottle on the receipt, “I'm here to play with him. Have a bit of fun. However, he's not as amusing as I hoped. But you…”

“I…” you shake your head, “I'm drunk. I need to lay down.”

“Happily,” he winks as he reaches for you.

You sidle away, “please, I…” you swallow and your eyes flit around, “I can't–”

“Because of him? You’re wasting your time,” he latches onto your hand and draws it away from your chest, “he doesn't deserve you, little lamb.”

“I don't… it isn't because of him…”

“You're a poor liar,” he tuts, “shouldn't take your lessons from him.”

“Stop,” you try to tug away.

“You don't know what you need,” he drags you towards the bed, “it isn't him.”

“Please,” you whimper.

“You don't need to be nervous, I can be nice, kitten,” he purrs as he yanks you against him.

“I can't–” you squeak into a yelp as the towel falls away from your body, “Thor, please–”

“Louder,” he swiftly picks you up with his hands on your ass.

You writhe against him as he spins and falls with you onto the mattress. It bounces under you and you nearly choke on your tongue. You slap his chest as he leans over you and smothers your mouth with his.

You close your eyes as they tingle and you dig your nails into the fabric of his shirt. You whimper and feel around with your other hand as he kneads your ass. You're overcome by his brusqueness. More so, you can't handle the touch, the way his hot breath consumes you, and that flicker on your core that has the vision of another flashing in your mind.

You turn your head and let out a croak as your tears leak out, “I can't,” you whine, “you're right, okay? I want him. I'm a stupid girl that wants someone like him.”

You bring your hand up to shield your face as he lifts himself on his elbow. He hovers over you as you devolve into sobs, “I'm pathetic.”

“Shhhh,” the soft stroke along your cheek startles you, “little kitty,” he slithers, “shhh.”

He shifts and comes down to his side. He slips his arm under your neck as you curl up, trying to disappear. He rolls you towards him so your face is against his shoulder. He pets your head as he holds you.

“Oh, little one,” he cooes, “it hurts now… but I can make it so much better.”

He stays like that, embracing you as you quake in your despair. You keep your face buried against his shirt as his thick muscles fill you with a sense of security. His other hand rests on your hip but does not wander.

Heaviness drapes over you and your body slowly slackens. The wine dulls your nerves and swirls in your head. You feel yourself spiraling and quickly fade into the void.

❤️‍🩹

Your brow twitches and your nose itches. You nearly smack yourself as you throw your hand up and groan. The effort makes you wince.

Ugh, hungover. It's been a while.

You bend your leg and the blanket falls away to uncover your naked thigh. You frown and peek down as you lift the blanket. No clothes. You blanch and lay back, trying to summon the memories of the previous night.

The buzzing of the shower draws your attention away from your internal search. Along with the thrum is the deep baritone singing a song you've never heard. You blink, long and hard, and push yourself up.

Your heart feels as if it's stopped beating. Your breath catches and you look around the room. There's clothing hung over the chair in the corner. Men's clothes.

Oh god.

You wouldn't…

As the melody carries, slightly offkey, you recognise the singer. Thor. Oh. Oh no.

You curl your fingers against the mattress, barely able to hold yourself up. You remember the bath and then him waiting and him on top of you but everything else is gone. How can you not remember?

A pit plunges down to your stomach. No, you're not like that. You've held out all these years…

Well, how many chances did you really get?

The shower cranks off and you gulp, hugging the blanket against your chest as you sidle around to the edge of the bed. You can hear him moving around, humming. You don't know what to do.

As the door opens, you try to think of what to say. Hi, good morning, what the heck happened last night?

You're speechless as he emerges butt naked. Brazen as he has himself on full display. Full display.

You snap your mouth shut as he uses a towel to dry his hair and winks as he drops it down to wrap his waist.

“Morning, kitten,” he growls, “you seem chipper.”

You try to talk but can only cough. You reach to touch your throat and rub the lump free, “Thor, what… last night…” your voice cracks with each syllable.

“Ha, you think we…” he lets the suggestion dangle and scoffs.

You nod. Of course, he's all bluster. He wouldn't actually want you.

“When it happens, you will remember it,” he taunts, “I like to build up to sleep fucking.”

Your jaw falls open, “Thor…”

“Besides, if anything had happened, you would remember it.”

“I…” you flutter your lashes, “I should–”

“Well here you are,” he knots the towel around his waist, “lucid…”

“...get dressed,” you complete your previous threat.

You stand but he blocks you easily. He catches your shoulders and urges you back. Your legs hit the mattress and you sit, unable to fight his strength.

“Now?” You squeak.

He rumbles with laughter as his hands trail down your arms, “just a taste. To pep me up for the day.”

“Uhhh,” your voice rolls out senselessly as his hand crawls over the blanket and he tugs it. You cling to it desperately.

He snarls and yanks up the bottom, tossing it over his head as he seizes your thighs beneath. You yelp as he bows and pulls your legs apart. You lose hold of the blanket and it rumples at your waist as you catch yourself on the heels of your hands.

You wriggle and try to resist him as his head pokes up beneath the blankets. He has you leaning back on your arms as he pulls your legs over his shoulders. You lift a hand and slap his head as you realise what he's about to do.

Too late.

Your hand falls against his head as his hot breath tingles along your thighs. His cool tongue slips between your folds and you gasp, electricity coursing through you. Oh!

You let out a pathetic noise as you push futilely on his head, still writhing as he nuzzles further into you. His large tongue spreads wide and he flicks it up over your clit. You spasm and yipe in surprise at another zing.

“Thor,” you breathe.

He pulls back for just an instant, “louder, kitten, can't hear you under here.”

He dives back in and the bed bounces as you jolt. You try to smack him again but only urge him. You gasp and quiver helplessly, toes curling and legs tingling. What do you do?

Oh god, what can you do? This is better than any toy you got hidden in your nightstand. This is an actual man. It's real and it feels so good.

He wraps his arms around your legs and rips you down onto your back as he lifts your pelvis higher. He hums into you and it ripples up to your chest. You hiss and slap the bed as lay defeated.

“Ohhhhh,” you drone out as you succumb to the delightful swirls.

He growls and your breath hitches. He turns his head, just for a moment, and nips your thigh, “louder…”

You mewl and utter his name. It's as much a plea for him to keep going as it is for him to stop. He laps at you again and you cry out. That seems to fuel his fervour as he suckles at you eagerly.

Your voice rises without your permission. Your whines burst from you as you claw at the blanket and squirm. You can't hold back. It's more than just that moment, it's years of waiting, of wanting.

You don't care that it's not who you wanted. You don't care if anyone else hears. You can't think straight enough for any of that as you call out Thor’s name, bucking your hips desperately into an orgasm.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #thor x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #old scars new blood #mcu #marvel #avengers #the gray man #au

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choilacanth · 1 year

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long cart ride wip. What they might do:

Teldryn - equipment maintenance, whittling an old wine cork, grumbling about an old patron Darra - studying a new spellbook or old dragon scripts, on-the-go potion refilling, writing descriptions of encounters with dragons

... or they are playing cards, sleeping on either bench, downplaying traumatic events through comedic retellings, snuggling (snogging?) under a blanket, or some combination of the above.

#teldryn sero #darra salvi #skyrim #drawing #wip #two sujamma #comics #tes #tes art #elder scrolls

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 8 months

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WIPs: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have work in progress fics! Check under the cut for fifteen fics that are incomplete, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

Rumblecusp and TravelerCon, with Essek along for the ride

the fourth corner of the world by royalgreen (50775, Mature)

Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Reccer says: A fun alternate take on TravelerCon, with some great original worldbuilding for Rumblecusp and a mystery

A Shadowgast Arranged Marriage AU in Space

A Tapestry of Stars by cinderstorm (105278, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Reccer says: There's a lot of layers and intrigue in this one, along with so much longing!

Caleb travels to Rumblecusp to meet up with his long time correspondent, Essek. Only when he gets there, he discovers that no on knows of him.

To Have Owned The Sun by Dragonslaeyr (48358, Teen)

Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Reccer says: It's an amazing, atmospheric mystery that has recently started updating again!

The Nein rescue a very hurt Essek. During his recovery they have to deal with their own relationships with Essek and each other.

The Knife by Queen_of_Thornes (42631, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con

Reccer says: I love the mystery of this story and the how the relationships evolve throughout the fic.

Essek travels back in time (with Artagan's help) to save the Mighty Nein from Lucien, and ends up traveling with them in their early adventures.

Fortune's Favor (Fortune's Fools) by flashhwing (30289, Teen)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Reccer says: It's fun to see Essek's interactions with Artagan, and to see the early M9 through his eyes.

Caleb gets a sending: Essek is missing. If only it were simple...

I would sing along but I only remember the screams by luckyowlsfoot (23056, Mature)

Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Reccer says: Lots of tension! Love the little peeks at world building

THE corporate AU. Caleb and Essek navigate workplace ethics, a developing relationship, and secrets that could tear apart much more than just the two of them.

the golden thread around your neck whispered visions of my undoing by MarsBar2019 (172812, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Drug Addiction

Reccer says: The untold power this author has to make a socialist who doesn’t like AUs DEEPLY invested in this fic cannot be understated. It’s hot, it’s thrilling, it’s beautiful…it’s ILLUSTRATED.

After the peace talks, Ludinus abducts Essek to be kept as a prisoner/pet in isolation. Essek is determined not to be broken, but Ludinus is very good at what he does, and he has all the time in the world.

Grief is an Ugly Thing on You by MushroomKnives (35260, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Gaslighting, torture, drowning, non-consensual body modification

Reccer says: It’s absolutely brutal in a way that reminds me heavily of high-quality HTP—it’s not mere torture porn, this is ELEVATED torture porn! Essek whump isn’t usually my thing, but this is intriguing and compelling enough to overcome that for me.

Caleb doesn't think of his colleague.

Oh, Sinnerman by SaltCore (32692, Mature)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Reccer says: I love the whump and angst. It is so well written.

Caleb wakes up and everything is wrong. He has to find his friends and make it right.

Lacking in Outcomes by Mariadperiad20 (7899, Not Rated)

Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Domestic Abuse, Disordered eating, abuse, torture, self-harm

Reccer says: Lots of good mystery and suspense. The kind of story that makes you get out your tinfoil hat, cork board and red string. So much fun.

Essek's visits and eventual cohabitation with Caleb.

You Could Stay With Me by oh_johanna (11412, General)

Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Reccer says: I liked it!

Caleb Widogast is trying to be a successful surgeon... If need be through the pants of attending surgeon Essek Thelyss.

little annihilation by 06151126 (6604, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, Hospital / Grey's Anatomy AU ; power dynamic imbalance

Reccer says: It's a incredibly fun AU, with great characterization.

Bren is a climber and finally wants to prove himself at the World Cup. And Essek Thelyss is nothing but a distraction. Or is he?

gloaming's end by toneofjoy (13617, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Also involves Blumendrei (Bren/Astrid/Wulf)

Reccer says: Amazing world building, interesting relationships!

And these two fics each received two recs!

bdsm shadowgast with a disabled Essek

Coping Skills by sumomomochi (234884, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: None

Reccer 1 says: Both well researched and well written absolutely love the dynamics Reccer 2 says: I love the inclusion of less commonly seen kinks (needleplay, caregiver etc) and the super interesting intersection between kink and chronic pain/illness. Essek's friends are also a delight when they appear!

It's set in an alternate universe where Bren didn't spend time in Vergesson, Astrid did instead. And Scourger Bren gets bored when he is sent to deliver mail to Shadowhand Essek so he decides to seduce him.

A Body in Absentia by Nonwal (70983, Explicit)

Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Reccer 1 says: I like the way it deals thoughtfully and respectfully with the complexities of things like consent, gender, asexuality, differing libidos, boundaries, and neurodivergence. The characters deal with and work through those concepts in the relatably imperfect way real people do. I also love the characterizations of all the characters, but Bren especially. Reccer 2 says: Excellent balance between developing intimacy, humor, and angst

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with xenobiology!

#cr fic recs #shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #fan fiction rec list #aeor is for lovers #wip fic

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luxurychristmaspudding · 22 days

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Last Line Tag Game / WIP Wednesday Thursday

thank you for the tags my loves!!! <3 @lotusbxtch @schnarfer

just a lil somethin for frankie:

Frankie begins to walk the fenceline towards the front of his lawn, but you take a step back towards your house. ‘Nuh-uh. Hop it.’ ‘I’m old. I ain’t hopping shit.’ ‘You are not old,’ you say, scowling at him, ‘You’re too serious. Hop the damn fence.’ You watch with delighted amusement as Frankie settles himself at the white pickets, hands in the position to launch himself over. He waits for muscle memory to kick in. Nothing happens. ‘You good, buddy?’ You goad. He grimaces. ‘Yep. Just… gearing myself up.’ You scoff. ‘Hop it, Fish. Or I’ll have them both smoked by the time you’re here.’ You watch as he mumbles a fuck it before jumping up and flinging both legs over the top slat - and just when it seems he’s about to land gracefully, the tip of his shoe catches the wood and he sprawls to the ground with a muffled mmph. The cackle you let out is long and loud, and you clap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle it. He stays down on the grass as you try to regain your composure, and when you’re sure you won’t piss yourself, you come towards him and drop to your knees. You grip his shoulder to turn him on his back and he scrunches his eyes shut. You snort again and the corners of his mouth curl. ‘Come on,’ you giggle, ‘I’ve got just the thing for geriatric patients.’ He moans and tries to turn himself over again, but you keep your hand firmly where it is. ‘Leave me here,’ he grumbles, ‘I’m no good anymore. Take the kid. She prefers you, anyway.’ You laugh again, settling on your butt, pulling him back to face you. You pull the cork from the whisky bottle and take his chin between your thumb and forefinger. ‘Open up,’ you say, ‘This’ll help your strength.’

np tags: @itsokbbygrl @yxtkiwiyxt @pascalssbabyy @morallyinept @swiftispunk <3

#wip #on call #tag games #frankie morales

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patrice-bergerons · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

“Look, mate,” he says like Ianto is being particularly unreasonable about not wanting to leave their hallucinating immortal and quite powerful boss without medical supervision. “He is not a danger to himself or others, I’ve given him a sedative which should knock him out for the night in half an hour to 45 minutes, and if he corks it he will pop right back to life again. And–” He keeps Ianto from butting in. “–you may not have realised because you have no life to speak of but it’s New Year’s Eve. Be the loyal lapdog that you are and keep him company if you are so stressed. I’m out.”

Owen. He has a heart of gold underneath it all, and it’s precisely that – the memory of how quickly he put on the Hazmat suit and dashed back in after they’d both run out of the room, the kindness in his eyes as he held Ianto by the shoulders and explained that one of them had to stay outside to get help if needed, in his pixelated touch as he comforted Jack – which stops you from shooting him sometimes. Again.

#torchwood #janto #owen harper #wip wednesday #i love owen so much #the insufferable prick (affectionate)#also can you tell that i am setting up MORE janto hc hehe

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boltlightning · 3 months

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landfall: chapter 4

On a bright fateful morn, Jack Sparrow brings rumors of the Black Pearl and her crew of the damned to Port Royal. In theory, the ship should be no match for the dragon Tempest and his Captain Norrington — but the Pearl harbors dangerous shadows of her own. or: potc, but temeraire. multi-chapter wip, ~5.5k words

“This place used to be a den for some of those beasties,” Jack says. “Not like your big’un back in Port Royal, no, but the little wild gits. Rum runners took a chance and used this island as a cache. They came by, and I was able to barter passage off, after…”

He emerges from the cellar with two bottles of rum in hand and stops short, locked in place by Elizabeth’s glare. “After a grand total of three days,” he finishes. He at least has the presence of mind to look embarrassed. Quickly, his eyes flit away, back down into the cellar. “Looks like they’re out of business now — be it by beasties or your bloody friend Norrington, or his bloody beastie. Or their bloody navy, I ‘spose. Pick your poison, eh?”

“So that’s it, then?” Elizabeth demands. “That’s the secret, grand adventure of the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum?”

Jack shrugs. “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”

He pushes a bottle of rum into her hands and slinks off. With his teeth he jerks the cork from his bottle with a low pop, and promptly pours the contents into his mouth with all the restraint that a rainstorm waters a garden.

Elizabeth is learning that chiefly luck determines your survival in the Caribbean. Wit comes second, and in a distant third place is perseverance. Though severely lacking the foremost trait, she can lean on the latter two. She turns the cool, dark glass of the bottle in her hand, mulling.

(read on ao3 here!)

#pirates of the caribbean #temeraire #james norrington #elizabeth swann #james and the giant lizard #*fic #in which jimmy n takes an emotional beating #and i‚ the author‚ do not emerge unscathed either #oh i'm going to need to change the summary soon. but that is a problem for another day #😵‍💫

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void-thegod · 4 months

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Bumblby AU/Wip Ideas

1. Carmen Sandiego/Jules = Blake and Yang

2. Fiction inspired by lyrics to Fall Out Boy, in chronological order of when I listened (I'm sorry I started when Under the Cork Tree came out)

3. Goddess and Chosen Paladin (inspired by Faraway Paladin) .. Bees Schnees, maybe (maybe with Weiss as the Paladin idk)(Blake a forgotten Goddess)(Yang some other hot ass fantasy being)

My brain is obviously rotten

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #rwby #blake belladonna #fall out boy #fanfiction #wip #bees schnees #monochrome #freezerburn #im a dirty multi shipper

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landwriter · 1 year

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Littledreamling here, I’m sending Death of Translation for the wip game because I want to read it so badly!!!!

At the tail end of winter break, a holiday meant for time with the family he does not have, he breaks into the two hundred year old French wine. It’s corked. Tastes like wet newspaper. He drinks it anyway. He reads Chaucer aloud to his empty flat, just for the warm sound of it and the dipthongs that taste like home. He thinks, I am my own dead language.

Then he has a biting hangover the next day, because immortality did not spare him of that, and he swallows some ibuprofen, and goes to the university, and teaches the best goddamn introductory lecture he’s ever given on Middle English to a hall of bleary-eyed first years.

#kai!!! bud!#asks #the death of translation #i'm sorry this fic is just like stuck in purgatory for some reason rn #complaining abt things always seems to unstick them though #so here i am complaining!#the sandman #dreamling #wip excerpts #my writing

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