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#i am not dead
clownpalette · 4 months
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(NO CLOWNS WERE HARMED, PAL IS JUST BEING DRAMATIC 😡😡!! )
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^ silly lil phone doodle 💫
I've been really busy lately. I'll go back to drawing more soon enough, dw guys. 💞
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seulgishaku · 23 days
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Jasico but unaffectionate Jason. So much so that he makes Nico look like the clingy one.
Nico has to constantly deflect and dismiss questions like "does he actually even love you?" And "are you sure you want to date him? He's seems cold and distant." Cause if there's one thing Nico's sure of, it's that Jason loves him. He knows that.
Jason on the other hand starts to question himself. Does he love Nico? Then why doesn't he want to do all that sappy stuff with him? Does Nico want to do that stuff? Does Nico miss doing that stuff with Will? Is Jason the worse alternative?
Nico assures Jason that they're fine the way they are, that he'd never ask him to do anything he's uncomfortable with, and Jason takes that as, "oh, he didn't say he doesn't want all that stuff, he just said its fine if Jason doesn't do it. He isn't happy." And that sets him even more on edge.
So he tries to start with small things. Holding hands is fine. Sure, they can cuddle for a few minutes. That peck on the cheek he gave Nico earlier was a power move. Nico notices his small advances and once again clears up that Jason doesn't have to do this if he doesn't want to. That Nico doesn't need that to know Jason loves him.
Jason constantly says how comfortable he is spending his time with Nico. He let's Nico wipe away his tears. He let's Nico help him with his projects. He let's Nico run his hands through his hair and that's enough for Nico to know how much Jason loves and trusts him. Truly
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navithescribe · 5 months
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So, to prove I am not dead, here's a WIP on a Yan!DonniexReader oneshot
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It was almost 1:00 in the morning. Donatello had spent all day working on a new circuit. He was close to finishing… but something was disturbing him. A pair of eyes were on the back of his neck, they had been for several seconds now. 34,07 seconds to be exact.
He smiled to himself.
“How long are you planning on just standing there and just watch?” he spoke up.
He pushed up his goggles and turned out on his swivel chair to face the doorway.
There you stood, half hiding behind the door, looking at him.
You were in your pjs and held your pillow in your arms.
This was the third night in a row.
While Donnie was working on something, which usually lasted until the late hours, you woke up and went to him because you knew he was still awake.
“Another nightmare?” he then asked right out.
You nodded.
“I’ll be right there.”
He put his tools away before getting up from his chair and walked with you to the living room area and plopped down on the couch.
You looked pale. You had dark circles under your eyes.
Donatello felt bad you had to suffer in through the nights, but it was the only way. It was for your own good…
“Tell me about it.” he commanded softly, as he reached a hand up to stroke your back your hair.
“It was the same as the others…” you muttered.
Your gaze was focused on your hands fidgeting, on your lap.
You were still wearing the beaded bracelet he had made you… Good.
“A dark figure… a man… or something else… chasing me…” Your voice was so quiet, “he kept demanding I returned to him… that I could never escape…”
“It’s only a dream, darling.” Donnie kissed your head.
“I know but-“
“But what?”
“… It feels like more than just a dream.” You sighed.
Donnie felt a lump grow in his throat. Dear god, don’t let her realise…
“It feels like… like a memory.” You finally said it.
Donnie pulled you close, hugging you tightly.
“It was only a dream.” He murmured more slowly.
You went quiet.
There was no way you could remember.
You shouldn’t remember.
He had made sure of that…
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Things are still pretty rough, but it's getting better little by little. I only ask for some patience because I promise I am working on the good days, and there are more good days than bad days lately. 💜
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venuscribble · 8 months
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m thinking about Carmy requiring any praise and reassurance to be plain and clear for just about everything he does. not only as a chef with his ‘hey, taste this for me, tell me if the glaze is throwing it off’ or his ‘you know what you’re doing, chef? you got it, yeah?’ but in his love life. everything’s gotta be spelled out, so he knows he isn’t fucking it up. it’s all just ‘tell me to shut the fuck up if I talk too fast’ and ‘are these the right kind of flowers?’ nd then eventually ‘does that feel good, baby?’ nd ‘right there? want me right there?’ … AHHHHH
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ic3-que3n · 4 months
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I swear I have been drawing this whole time. This project just got a bit out of control.
ANYWAY.
Here is another WIP as proof of life.
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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months
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Yeah hi, I’m alive y’all! I’m back!
Finally got a better job where I have actual time to exist outside work. I’m gonna work on the posts that are missing and catch up on them, then answer all the asks still in my ask box before I open it back up again.
For now, please take this imagine:
New Blood Moon comes limping to the daycare incredibly injured and begs them to just put them out of their misery, thinking they’ll do it because of how much New BM has tormented them.
Instead, they fix them up and keep them. This is the first true kindness New BM is shown and New BM cries.
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THE SEAGULLS OF WATERDEEP - A ONESHOT
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First off, hello I am not dead just inactive.
I don't usually post much of my writing but here I am, and I'll be 100% honest, this idea has been bouncing around my brain since i made that initial post I dont know when (idk how to link posts but its there somewhere), about the Seagulls of Aberdeen by Scottish comedy group Weegie Hink Ae That? With respect to the source of my setting (the person whose story has me in a vice grip), this one-shot takes place in sort of the “in-between-scenes” of a story like @galebrainrot2024 ‘s on-going series, a former school rivals to friends to more (?) Kind of story. Come into my mind scape, where Tav went to Blackstaff with Gale as kids, they were rivals, and for whatever reason Tav went on to multiclass as a Sorcerer-Bard in order to make a better living or fulfill a passion or whatever, I didn't really think about that until I'm literally writing this intro thing. I like my Tav being F personally but I wrote this as an genderless Tav so I hope everyone can enjoy ^_^
Setting - the party camps in a relatively safe area for the night, allowing everyone to relax a bit from the Ilithid problem, along with the array of personal quests to be fulfilled. Gale made a hearty stew and everyone decided that they should have a little bit of wine as a treat for their weeks of steady hard work. Karlach was the first companion found by Tav after the crash, and so she requested a song the bard had played before meeting the rest of the party. Takes place after the meeting with Elminster.
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“Oh, oh, sing that funny one about the seagulls!” Karlach almost vibrated from excitement, the heat of her skin radiating more than the well tended campfire. Tav looked around, at the reactions of their companions. Halsin and Wyll both nodded at them encouragingly, Astarion shrugged nonchalantly. Gale had been quiet for days, as quiet as one could expect from him; ever since Elminster quelled the orb with Mystra's blessing, so that he could, well, never mind. Tav observed him as he ran his fingers over the hem of his purple linen chemise, a silent glimpse into the torrent of his mind. “You'll love this one wizard, it's about your home turf.” Having caught on to her friend's gaze, the teifling deliberately brought the wizard from his thoughts and into the circle of conversation.
“Honestly, I would love to hear it.” He did his best to smile, to seem like his usual self, but Tav could see a forlornness deal within his eyes, having taken root in his heart since the orb was silenced.
“Yes, Tav. Do indulge us.” Shadowheart added, taking another sip of wine.
Tav waved their hand, silently summoning a lute with their Bardic Arcana, an act of casual magic that made Gale's heart skip, though for a moment he thought it was the now slumbering orb. Checking the tune with a single strum across the cords, Tav's lips curled into a cat's grin, obviously pleased to have been asked to provide entertainment during their rest. “Alrighty then, if you know the words, sing along.” Playing a simple intro, Tav began to sing, their accent, what dear readers would recognize as Scottish, clearly audible. “Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep, have you seen the fucking size of the seagulls in Waterdeep?” Expecting a ballad that was aforementioned funny, Gale surprised himself when he burst out laughing with everyone else after the first crass line.
“Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep, I watched one fight a granny at the Harbour in Waterdeep.”
Karlach joined into a rough harmony, Tav altering their pitch to accommodate the joyful teifling. “I thought I must be Water-dreamin’ up I wasnae, the big ol' bastard's devil eyes staring right through me. I thought I must be Water-dreamin’ but I wasnae, the big ol’ bastard chased me down and tried to kill me.” Shadowheart, Wyll, and Halsin all joined in with the chorus, Astarion enjoyed the spectacle too much to join, Lae'zel had left to train, and Gale was too busy marveling at how easily Tav smoothed over any friction that may have arisen during the day; any disagreement or tension between comrades was quickly forgiven or forgotten the moment they sat by the fire with their lute and vocal chords. As the bridge came and Tav's voice easily shifted higher, their eyes met for a single moment before the bard turned to Karlach, saying something quickly between verses. “Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep they scream. Karlach, make the seagulls noise! Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep they scream,”
“Wawa wawawa wawawa wawawawa!” With her whole chest, Karlach did her best seagull impression, flapping her hands to imitate wings.
“Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep they scream,”
“Wawa wawawa wawawa wawawawa!” Shadowheart had joined Karlach's impression, her cheeks red from the wine most of them had consumed with the dinner Gale had prepared.
“Oh the seagulls o'er in Waterdeep,” Slowing the tempo, none knew the final line the Bard would deliver, the final blow to a song that almost had tears of laughter flow. “I watched one bust a nut at the Harbour in Waterdeep.” Shaking his head as Tav flourished on the lute in finality, he struggled for breath as his fingers clasped the bridge of his nose.
A moment of applause rang through the clearing as Tav said their thanks and seemed to humbly accept whatever praise or criticism came their way. Though no complement could surpass Gale’s; Tav's heart swelled almost painfully at his breathy laughs as he muttered to himself with a half smile, almost hiding his face in his hand to suppress himself. “Oh sweet Gods above, I needed that.”
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please be kind to me with criticisms, be constructive but I'm sensitive k thanks
Okay, I love you, Gods bless ♡ bye ♡
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adoriels-tears-if · 2 months
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Hey, are you doing alright?
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So sorry to have worried you guys. Life has been complicated and I'm way behind schedule. 3 months in fact since the last update. 😭 every time something got in my way.
I hope it will settle down now.
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l4wlii · 10 months
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Nathalie: Just because you found me sitting in the middle of the living room floor, eating a whole rotisserie chicken, does not mean I'm going through a mid-life crisis!
Adrien: You're crying!
Nathalie, sniffing as she stuffs chicken into her mouth: I'm fine!
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i almost finished a request today but then got hit by a sudden bout of inspiration for Knight!141. One of the readers I have in mind is a Court Jester.
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my01x · 5 months
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i was feeling good about these sprites then i remembered i have to make more than 2 characters... well, nvm
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lyatudor · 11 days
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I did it.
I finished the first draft for "I am not dead",
I am going to hate editing.
But until them, I am going to stare at it.
Because I did it.
I finally did something.
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kounn · 8 months
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suga-agust-d · 4 months
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Trust the process......!
(Bigger picture for better view ig)
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mimikoflamemaker · 7 months
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Journey of Oaths - Chapter 34
The Warden and the Shieldmaiden
She was no different when she first started to serve as a border guard. What’s worse, her beginnings were easy – to the point where she grew too full of herself. And while she accepted the reminder of that marring her body beneath the layers of clothing, the shame of endangering others still burned. ‘My lady?’ Èowyn’s voice brought her back to the present. Lithien wondered briefly what her expression was like given the other woman’s concerned frown. ‘Lithien, please’ she said, pulling a smile back into her face. ‘And most of my stories are not worthy of telling. I…’ ‘Èowyn!’ The elleth knew that particular tone too well. The other woman seemed to also be very familiar with it as she instinctively straightened and the grimace that briefly crossed her features caused Lithien’s smile to grow wider. She turned to look in the direction the voice came from.
From the beginning: AO3
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