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petricorah · 1 month
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some tiny water tribe sibling wips from some comics ive been working on [IDs in alt]
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pcktknife · 6 months
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doing something
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zeussim · 7 months
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Princess Bridal set - Update
Here you can see some of the updated pieces along with a completely new accs, flower gloves! I only have some minor weight issues (see Cinderella) to fix and then I can send it to my testers! <3
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taintandviolent · 6 months
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A Jimmy Darling preview... sorry if this is bad!!! I'm rusty!!!
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transbuck · 7 months
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wip wednesday
tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @wikiangela @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @messyhairdiaz @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz
have some buddie fighting fic >:3c (not from the chapter im SUPPOSED to be working on but hey. progress is progress aksldjfkalsd)
Eddie rounded the corner into the lockers, half jogging. There was a small crowd of people huddled around one of the locker room benches. Eddie shoved his way through to the center, the crowd disappearing from his view as he did. His breath caught in his throat and he choked slightly.
Buck was sitting on the bench, leaning back against the lockers; eyes closed and swollen, bruises already forming over them, lip split wide open, blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth, nose clearly broken. He coughed slightly, spitting up more blood.
Eddie knelt down in front of him, grabbing his forearms.
“Buck?” He all but whispered. Buck just gurgled in response. Eddie grabbed his hand and squeezed.
“If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”
A squeeze.
“Okay, good, good job, Buck.” Eddie tried to slow his breathing, tried to focus, to get into medic mode. But his heart pounded in his ears and his brain felt fuzzy and all he could focus on was the blood seeping out of Buck’s mouth, dripping silently onto his shorts, dotting the grey with red.
“Okay, squeeze once for yes, twice for no.” Buck squeezed once.
“Can you breathe okay?” Once. Twice. The blood was probably blocking some of his airway. Eddie leaned him forward against his arm to keep the blood from pooling in his mouth.
“Better?” Once. Eddie’s mind raced.
“Broken bones?” Once.
“Ribs?” Once.
“Anything else?” Once.
“Besides the nose.” Once. Twice. Okay. Okay. Eddie was too anxious and mindfogged to help him any more than he had. He had to get Buck to the hospital.
“Do you think you can get to my car if I help you?” Once.
“Okay. I parked right outside. I’ll get you there as fast as I can.” Eddie went to let go of Buck’s hand, but Buck clung to it, squeezing hard, twice.
“No? Buck I don’t know how to get you out of here otherwise. I’ll have to call an ambulance.” Buck shook his head slightly and squeezed Eddie’s hand once, long and hard. Oh.
“Okay, okay.” Eddie swapped sides so he could help Buck up. Buck clung to his hand even as he draped himself over Eddie, Eddie’s arm under his shoulders, letting Buck’s weight fall against him.
“Let’s go.”
tagging @oliverstaark @paranoidbean @transboybuckley @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @heartshapedvows @911onabc @eddiediaaz <3
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eevylynn · 3 months
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I'll be participating in the Valentine's Day Sterek Bingo next month! Let me know if there's any prompt you'd like to see me use, either in one of my below universes or just in general.
My Current WIPS and Universes
Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame - Alpha Stiles AU
Lisova Dola - Werefox Stiles canon divergence, post season 2
Power Over Me - Future Fic, Stiles comes back after 7 years, DILF Derek
His Little Miracle - Mpreg Future Fic
Untitled - Harry Potter AU
Trusting a Fox - Kitsune Stiles, post-Nogitsune canon divergence
Note on if you choose one for one of my chaptered fics, it'll probably be posted as a separate one shot in order to get it out during the bingo timeframe.
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gooodnighteverybody · 6 months
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Me writing baffy smut but i have adhd and i think toons should always be the haha funnies and so the smut never actually happens
Not safe for kiddos writing wip under cut
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nightlylaments · 1 year
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she who owns tragedy - a wip by @nightlylaments
GENRE | dark fantasy. TARGET WORD COUNT | 90-100k STATUS | first draft; first book of a series. POV | dual first person pov (kinda wanna change it to third person) THEMES | black mc's, diverse cast, inherited magic system, cult/hidden society, prophecies, fated mates, sacrifices to gods, traumatic pasts, all living things possess magic, forest setting, morally grey characters, bloodlines & lineage, fate & free will, race of people is persecuted, destructive magic, feuding gods, identity. TRIGGERS | blood, violence, mentions of war, abuse, forced relationship, mental abuse, obsession, depressive thoughts, mentions of child abuse, mentions of human sacrifice, mentions of genocide, manipulation.
SYNOPSIS |
In the kingdom of Azurani, people are mysteriously going missing, nights are lasting longer, and something dark has begun to seep into the soil. Something that is tar black and smells of death and decay. Something that will send the entire kingdom into chaos. Followers of the Old Faith called it the Dawning, and they said it would end the world. Not many in Azurani believe in the Old Faith anymore, as its followers have been driven into hiding by the High King, but those that do fear the Dawning.
But the Sages spoke of a prophecy. There is a land where the rivers flow with the blood of the Goddess, trees sprout from the ashes of the ancient war, and spirits of those who perished reign. There is a land where a sleeping army has resided for a millennium. They have been slumbering for too long. And a girl made of destructive magic running from an obsessed man and a ruthless heretic made of shadows lives are tangled together by cruel fate. They hold the key to saving the world or destroying it.
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SETTING/HISTORY |
When the goddess created Azurani, she created the Mundanus to give life to her new world. She fell in love with a Mundanus man, and when she birthed her first son, she created two kinds; those who could and those who could not.
Namari loved her creations equally, but her blood flowed through one and not the other. Kimenas were gifted with shards of the Goddess's powers. The Mundanus grew jealous and demanded their own powers, but the ones she gifted them paled in comparison to the Kimenas. They took this as favoritism.
A millennium ago, the Mundnus raged war against the goddess and her people. And a new God rose from the darkness and bloodshed, proclaiming himself the High King, gifting his most loyal warriors their own lands and allowing them to do as they pleased with the Kimena. The goddess had perished, and her children fled the palace going into hiding. Some kept their bloodline pure, while others found it better to breed with the Mundanus. Now the Mundanus rule with an iron fist, and Kimena are forced to hide their magic or be persecuted.
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Nezi'a Vasily; end bringer, soul guide, soul eater, the golden one
is sewn from tragedy, a melancholy girl with gold-speckled skin and a heart that does not beat. Her fabric has been ripped at the seams.
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Zyon Almatsi; the king of shadows, umbraki
is made of shadows and carved from stone. he is ruthless divinity; the stars are jealous of how bright his anger burns. 
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Mazu Atelier
is undeniable beauty and sharp teeth, she is a creature grown in dark, cold water, a seductress with a heart of gold. she hides behind confidence and a sharp tongue.
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Nox Tempest
is a vagabond whose home is a girl he should hate; the son of a fabled pirate king, he bleeds gold and controls his loyal crew with an iron fist.
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Karro Vasily
is a shattered mirror whose pieces cut him too deep, leaving his palms bloody and his spirit broken. regret ravished him. he felt too much, so he decided to feel nothing at all.
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Cipher Skash
is a righteous man, loyal and damaged. hier to a throne he deserves but does not want, he follows his heart even if it is slowly breaking.
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Selah Ajea
is made of ice and envy. she is a master of poisons, that wants what she knows can never truly be hers. violently brought into the world, she is beautiful and deadly.
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Amar Duman
is made of darkness that consumes him. he is a weapon, cruel and merciless, hiding behind his web of lies and handsome face.
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azurechicken · 9 months
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he could take her
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WIP Wednesday (Thursday AM)
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I was a bit migraine-y today and fell asleep with the baby. And now I am awake, and having a bit of what I call the post-migraine flurry of productiveness that will lead to me going back to sleep at 5-6am, getting up an hour later for work and having a completely unproductive day!
Thank you for the tags @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sparklepocalypse @onthewaytosomewhere @piratefalls @firenati0n @tailsbeth-writes and @orchidscript.
Here's my very delayed WIP Wednesday, posted on Thursday morning (per tradition). TBH I haven't been feeling good about my writing lately, or a lot of things because the brain is a bastard.
Another snippet from my latest WIP, which is a shameless bodice-ripper: Horny Housewife Henry (feat. mpreg, obtuse and willfully dumb characters making historically poor choices). Still untitled, still vaguely historical in feeling. I'm trying something new, okay? Or semi-new.
There are many signifiers of Henry’s nobility and his importance, aside from his speech and his pale, elegant countenance. He is wearing a riding habit in a rich green colour, and while it’s plain for his errand in the rocky, boggy moor, relative to the more restrictive fashion he would wear in court, it marks him  as the possession of a man of great wealth and importance.  The storm in the man’s clever eyes tells Henry that he is well-aware of the danger and foolishness in engaging with him in such a forward, affectionate and fervent manner, and that he knows these are warning signs he should heed. Henry feels the anticipatory sting of rejection, building into a visceral feeling of desperate suffocation, invisible hands constricting his throat, the weight of his circumscribed life crashing into him like a great wave.  The man gives Henry his daring answer by taking his face in his hands, pressing his mouth to Henry’s in an unexpected but much desired kiss. Henry’s mouth, already slightly agape, opens further to let in his lover’s questing tongue. Henry rises to the tips of his toes as his arms loop around the man’s shoulder, as he hungrily returns the searing kiss. The man breathes air directly into Henry’s lungs, and Henry feelsy as though he has ascended to heaven, while never more feeling so alive. 
Not tagging anyone, because it is VERY LATE.
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rowanwriting · 3 months
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— about;
hello, writeblr! my name is Rowan. I'm 32, bisexual, aro/acespec, nonbinary, transmasc (they/them), and an aspiring novelist. I'm also a part-time english undergrad and hopefully a future teacher.
I enjoy writing in quite a few genres, from contemporary romance to sci-fi to horror to fantasy, and I love trying new things in my work. my biggest challenge is actually finishing a wip, but I hope to get better at that with motivation from tumblr. I also enjoy dabbling in some fanfiction, especially when my original stories hit writer’s block. 
please feel free to join me on other social media, linked below. I look forward to getting to know more people in the writeblr community!
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— works in progress;
lost in death —
Cassidy Sullivan is dead.
He's been dead for five years, watching his girlfriend move on without him. He's been dead for ten years, watching his parents mourn. He's been dead for thirty years, as the world changes around him and he remains the same, in the small apartment he died in. He's been dead for fifty years, and everyone has forgotten him.
Tristan Kent is a psychic.
More of a curse than a blessing, their so-called gift has ruined their life. Unable to go to school or work, they eke out a meager existence be exploiting their abilities from a small metaphysical shop. They don't believe in most of the things they sell, neither gods nor demons nor angels, but they know that something must be real, else they wouldn't be haunted.
When a regular client of Tristan’s volunteers them for a local ghost hunting reality show on the extremely haunted Wentworth Street House, Tristan takes the job only for the money. They have no interest in proving the supernatural to be real — they already know that it is. But the presence that haunts the house is like none they’ve ever sensed before, and their not sure what to make of that, save to find out more.
As the reality show commences, the ten so-called psychics come to exorcise the house. Tristan must discover who is genuine, who is faking it, and whether to help Cassidy resist expulsion. But there is more to the Wentworth Street House than even Cassidy knows, and soon he’s the only thing between Tristan and a sinister force that has remained hidden from his sight all these years.
the kraken —
Fifteen years ago, the love of Marisolle’s young life was discovered and brutally executed by her father, the Prince-Regent, for crimes against the Crown. Hardening her heart, the princess swore never to love again.
Now queen in her own right, married, and with children of her own, Marisolle is content, if not happy. She rules well and is beloved by her people, and her country is more prosperous than ever. But there are enemies on the horizon, and Marisolle soon must seek desperate help if her rule is to survive.
Theovold left his home almost ten years ago to join the queen of Mavacia in an arranged marriage. He loves his children, and adores his wife, even as he feels the deep chasm between them, the pain of a love lost. But his attempts at wooing her may come to a stop when Mavacia is attacked, and a new man comes into her life.
Vincenze is a pirate, nothing more and nothing less. When the Queen of Mavacia offers him a Letter of Marque, permission to sail under her name and banner, in return for his aid in the coming war, he knows that he cannot run from his past any longer.
And as Marisolle, Theovold, and Vincenze come together to face their enemies, the Sea Witch watches, pieces falling into place.
the beyond —
The year is 2284. Humanity has long ago risen to the stars, joining a galactic community of ascended species. No longer alone in the universe, the Helios Accord brought the countries of Earth together into one united government, The Sol Federation.
Emelyn Kane is a washed up soldier, a mercenary working solo. Born far from Earth, she spends most of her time on her ship, going from job to job and trying not to think about how she ended up disgraced and discharged from the human military.
When her ship crash lands on an uncharted planet, Emelyn believes her life, such as it is, has ended. But the planet is life bearing, inhabited by a sentient species. And the indigenous people, the Vescai, have strange abilities — abilities that have kept their massive empire hidden from the rest of the universe.
Even when she gets used to life on the beautiful planet she is now stranded on, Emelyn knows that she is the last person who should be seen as a vanguard of humanity, let alone an ambassador for the entire ascended galaxy.
As the Vescai debate her very appearance on one of their planets, Emelyn must decide if she wished to remain with them, or allow them to wipe her memory or send her home. But her choice might be taken out of her hands, as she soon begins to develop the very abilities the Vescai treasure.
the prince of stars —
A cursed prince must find and kill the fallen star that foretold his doom before his twentieth birthday.
Prince Riavyn is born under a falling star, cursing both him and the realm he is one day meant to rule. If he is ever crowned king, he will bring war and ruin to his country. At least, so long as the star lives. Now nearing his nineteenth birthday, Riavyn is more determined to be king than ever, despite being removed from the line of succession by his mother, the queen.
His only chance to regain his standing in the royal family and redeem himself is to seek out the living star, and kill it before nightfall on his twentieth birthday, when the astromancers say the curse will become everlasting.
Along with the captain of his guard, Riavyn sets out to hunt the star down, knowing that it’s his only chance to become king. But the curse is more powerful than he knows, and breaking it might have consequences he never imagined.
A star is not meant to die, after all.
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petricorah · 3 months
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lineart comic wip
edit: completed comic here
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pcktknife · 3 months
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thing
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zeussim · 10 months
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Poppy - WIP
Yes, I will also make a boob-covering version for the less boob-inclined.
Isn't it pretty tho?
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taintandviolent · 18 days
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How about a little Kai preview? idea requested by @kaislittlelamb!!!
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transbuck · 8 months
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teaser tidbit tuesday >:)
tagged by @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @rogerzsteven @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess
have some missing buck fic - per the results of the poll but honestly i'm glad you guys picked this one this scene precedes a very juicy scene sooo hope you guys enjoy ;)
tagging @diazass @911onabc @heartbeatdiaz @paranoidbean @wikiangela @oliverstaark @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @transboybuckley @prettyboybuckley @messyhairdiaz @housewifebuck
this one's kind of long so i'm shoving it under a read more, forgive me
The pair climbed into the car, Maddie glancing over at Eddie, who hadn’t spoken since they said ‘good morning’ several hours ago. Every mile they drove closer to Buck, Eddie seemed to get worse, the circles under his eyes darkening, worry lines pressed into his face.
They were almost there now, the last leg, the last hour. The sun was slowly lowering, and it felt to Eddie as though it was pulling his heart down with it, drowning it in his stomach. The radio played softly in the background, a slow, sad song that was all too fitting, because of course it was.
‘If this were a movie,’ Eddie thought, ‘we would show up and Buck would rush into our arms, and everything would be perfect.’ And trailing behind that thought was the knowledge, deep in his very bones, that this was not a movie, and this would not be the perfect reunion he wanted, that Maddie and the others expected. The hours, the days, the months between the last time they spoke and seeing him on that TV screen proved that.
Their car pulled up in front of a small, single-story house, the 811 on the front matching the scribbled address on the scrap of paper sitting in the cup holder. The garden was filled with plants, and there was a small gate surrounding it. It looked as though it had been cut out of a magazine, or perhaps a Hallmark film. The sun sunk down, the tops of the trees around the house brushing at it.
“You should go. Without me.” Eddie suddenly blurted out.
Maddie looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes laced with concern.
“Eddie… what’s going on?” She turned the car off, the radio halting and plunging them into silence. “The past few days you’ve been… withdrawing. What are you worried about?”
“Nothing. Really, it’s just- you’re family. You deserve a moment just the two of you.”
Maddie turned fully in her seat, reaching across for Eddie’s hand. His hand was cold and slightly clammy in hers. She could feel his anxiety in his racing pulse, the way he wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“You’re family, too, Eddie. No matter what happens, you’re Buck’s family.” She reached, tilting his head to meet her gaze. “You’re my family.”
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