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bryverros · 1 month

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zukka sketches because whos going to stop me

#the two bottom ones are dallas & ian photographs redraws because--#im going to clean this up actually but itll take a decade or so #also going to dump my suki sketches next because ive just finished suki alone and i love suki so much ughffj #so wip #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanart #zuko #sokka #zukka #zukka fanart #ceesar(t)

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ygodmyy20 · 2 months

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WIP Teruki angst incoming. I will probably edit this later and will likely post a final version to ao3. But I wanna share the wip. I don't know why but I jusssst want to get it in the world.

What is he doing?

The rain pelts his skin as he watches Kageyama walk away with the body improvement club. Without their powers they are truly—

No.

He is truly alone.

Teru was defeated. In every sense of the word.

The rain runs down his bare back, tickling the space between his spine. He could not go home like this. He has to find clothes. Something. Anything. The walk to his apartment is not a short one.

He turns towards the fully built school and makes his way towards it, mud squelching between his toes. With each step, a weight pulls down his lungs. His throat tickles with a cough and his eyes start to burn.

He stops at the front door and opens it, the smacking of his bare feet echoing around him as he walks down the tiled hallway.

Not one locker out of place, not a single crack in the foundation. Kageyama rebuilt the entire school down to the tiniest stain on the wall. The smallest spec of dirt.

“And here I thought I could defeat him,” Teru mutters to himself, as he turns a corner to the gym. He snorts, rubbing a hand along the top of his head, the shaved part scraping his palm like sandpaper. “I’m such a fool.”

He opens the gym heading for his locker. He pulls it open, taking out his gym clothes and throws them on. He takes out his spare shoes, slipping them on quickly without socks (as he didn’t have any extras). His dirty toes wiggle uncomfortable in his sneakers.

But he embraces the discomfort. It is what he deserves after all.

Teru closes the locker and walks out of the school. As he exits, the rain starts to pelt him again. He doesn’t have an umbrella. He will be soaked by the time he gets home.

Teru pauses at the gate, eyes hazy as they stare down at the rain running down the sidewalk in little streams.

Home

His apartment. Where he will have to clean his own clothes. His shoes. Wash his hair. Somehow find something to eat. He is dangerously low on food.

Kageyama he… he probably has a family doesn’t he? Teru thinks as he picks up walking again.

A family who will help him get dry. Have dinner ready. Ask where he has been. Be concerned, be available, just be…

There for him.

Teru continues to trudge forward, letting his skin freeze and his ears burn, ignoring the stares. No one asks how he is, if he is okay, if he is hurt—even as his cheeks are stained with dried blood and his hair is leafing off his scalp.

He is but a pebble in a larger stream. He really was not the main character, was he? This is not his story, is it?

He really is..

No one.

The thought shadows into a knife like the one that cut off his hair, dragging into his chest. Seeping anxiety through his heart.

He is no one.

Is that really it then? He just succumbs to being no one, to become just a cog in a machine? Is that really the lesson here that Kageyama wants him to learn?

Why does that feel like the wrong answer?

He makes it to his apartment and he drags himself upstairs. He slides open the door, stepping inside and closes it behind him, cutting off the white noise of rain.

He stands in his genkan, blue eyes tracing the outline of the wood beneath his feet. His apartment is dark and silent. The only sound is the whirring of the fridge in the far corner.

“I’m home…” he whispers to himself as he takes off his gym shoes, now filled with mud.

He takes one step forward when suddenly, the last few hours catch up. Gravity grips him and Teru stumbles backwards, slamming into the front door before his legs give out and he slides to the floor. Lead replaces blood in his veins, weighing down his body into the cold tile.

His hand grips his mouth as acid lurches, his stomach heating up as he feels the bile start to rise. He chokes it down but the emotions remain.

I almost killed him….

A mix of a gasp and a sob rips from Terus throat as his nails dig into his cheeks, as if he can keep his stomach at bay.

He nearly took another’s life. For what? FOR WHAT??

Anger burns in his chest. At himself, at Kageyama for not fighting back, at the gang that left him, at the empty apartment, at the crack in the wall from the last time Claw attacked and and and and and and and and

A scream tears out of this throat, muffled by the hand that stays glued to his mouth. He curls forward into his knees, unable to keep them in—his entire foundation is gone. Flowing out to sea in pieces of broken glass. His fingers bleed as he tries to grab the shards, to pull them back in, to rebuild himself. It is a futile effort.

He gasps for breath, trying desperately to find air, but it catches in his windpipe, unable to properly inflate his lungs. Teru bites his hand, trying to find some semblance of control, of foundation, so he can at least stand back up.

Hyperventilating, he tries to breath through teeth clenched around skin, gasps echoing in his empty world. Gasping, dry heaving around the skin. His teeth draw blood.

And then, slowly, ever so slowly, the tension eases. He removes his hand from his mouth, letting it fall to the floor, a bite mark clear on the meaty side of his thumb. He breathes in deep, shudders, before stumbling to standing as he staggers to the bathroom.

He strips his clothes off, tossing them into the corner of the bedroom. He gets the bath started and starts to clean himself off with the shower. Like clockwork he moves through the motions.

And in the back of his mind he prays that of all the days, today is the day Claw leaves him be. That no one is watching.

Does Kageyama know about Claw? He thinks as he finishes his wash and moves to the bath. He sinks into the tub, hissing as water meets blisters and torn skin.

Did they ever attack him?

He lets himself soak, the tension from the day easing. But the heat (perhaps from the bath?) grows inside him, starting with his chest and moving into his forehead. Pain blossoms behind his eyes.

Would he understand?

He digs through the cabinets. Nothing but some instant ramen. He sighs, pulling it out and moving through the instructions.

Could we fight them together?

He finishes the ramen as the heat intensifies, like someone is pressing a hot rod to his skull. Teru groans as he fumbles his way to his bathroom, reaching under the sink to pull out a small first aid kit.

It’s covered in stickers, ones gathered over the years in a futile attempt to make this box hopeful. Perhaps it could replace the feeling of his mom kissing the scrape on his knee. A flicker of sunlight in a storm.

He scoffs, swearing under his breath as he pops the lid open and digs around it for what he needs.

Cold patch and extra strength tylenol.

He pops the medication, chasing it with a gulp of water, before he peels the patch and sticks it to his forehead. The cooling sensation is familiar. In a terrible sort of way.

Does Kageyama get sick like this…? No, probably not. He is too perfect amazing wonderful powerful to get fevers like I do.

He sinks under the covers, drawing the duvet up to his chin. Heaves in a breath and then…

Stares. Stares at the ceiling above him, tracing the well known cracks and stains. Stares until his eyes dry out and he has to blink to rehydrate them.

Sounds from around the apartment fill his ears. Some are so loud–have they always been this loud? Like the pipes in his walls, the white noise from the fridge, the AC turning on?

Others layer on top of it. The dog barking down the road. The cars running outside.

And in the distance, sounds of chatter from his neighbors. Likely having dinner. It’s a family with two little girls. Teru has said hello a handful of times.

The smell of frying fish and cooked rice wafts into his apartment.

Ah, yes. It is dinner time.

Another shudder of a sigh escapes his lips and Teru turns under his covers, now staring blankly at his wall. He reaches forward, his fingers pressing and patting around until they find it. The last one. The only one he kept.

It’s an old lion plush, once a bright cream color, now dull and orange. The stuffing pools in one leg, making it larger than the rest. The mane is patchy, bald spots dotting the little lion's head. Teru lets out a wet chuckle as his fingers wrap around the stuffed animal pulling it close to his chest. He feels so childish. But as his fingers press into soft fur, worn down through the years, it eases some of the tension inside him.

Unfortunately, they do not keep the flood of fever dreams at bay when he finally falls asleep.

#if you see any typos tho that are glaring let me know #but otherwise this is just to get it out of my system #not gonna do main tags cuz again this is like #so not edited yet #so draft #SO WIP #but I feel like I can't do anything else until I post it SO OKAY #teruki hanazawa

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vita-divata · 3 months

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Finally got the time to fuel my new hyperfixation yippeee <3

#my art #tlok #legend of korra #korrasami #asami sato #I love Korra so much I am NOT immune to powerful women…..#I watched the show like 4 months ago and I already have like 50 wips 😶#really loved it tho #some real good ships over there #:3c

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buginateacup · 8 months

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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

#just writing things #life and times of a fanfic author #comments #comment culture #anyway this is why I have so many WIPs

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daydreamerwonderkid · 2 months

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Somebody rescue Tim. He's seen too much.

You do NOT have permission to repost my art.

Meme reference under cut:

#dreamer doodles #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #robin #robin iii #red robin #so fucking jazzed i finally finished this old af WIP #still trying to figure out how to draw tim and bruce #i live for that one fanon bit #where tim has a habit of making increasingly ridiculous #powerpoint presentations that the batfam #are forced to sit down and listen to

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lucidpeech · 1 month

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against all odds, we all survived, together.

#old ass wip i finally took the time to finish lmao #does faerun has mops?#also im so rusty at backgrounds man #anyway i love them #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 rolan #cal #lia #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #rolan bg3

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pineappical · 5 months

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yknow what. gar sona + a minecraft model

#alligator gar #gar #fish #DONT TAKE THIS TOO SERIOUSLY I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY 😭😭😭#i never use sonas so this might be the only draiwng of gared yall will ever see #pn.art #too tired to draw anything else so *sweats nervously as i look at my wips* u_u;

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hotcinnamonsunset · 9 months

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a whale of a good time🐋

#knitting #wip #knitblr #pattern is Melville on Ravelry😊#let me tell you…this sweater is my white whale (even if the whale is blue ofc). I’ve been dreaming and scheming of designing her for years.#and at last! she’s here! and she’s full of silly fun details!#like Morse code along the raglan shaping spelling out SOS. waves on the sleeves spaced out according to the Fibonacci sequence.#and a fucking colorwork whale! she’s got it all.#moby dick #whale weekly

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qweenofurheart · 3 months

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he’s the only nineteen year old alive who can pull off that stupid ass outfit. also i think im onto something with the pink pants..

#the bottom image is an abandoned wip of jason and tim getting mcdonalds (tim was brought against his will)#the way i draw him is def inspired by the one and only mammutblog ☝️#they draw him so well 🥲#jason fans…im with u #my art #batfam #batfamily #batman #batman comics #batfam fanart #batfamily fanart #dc #dc fanart #dc comics #red hood #red hood fanart #jason todd #jason todd fanart

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gingiekittycat · 3 months

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I think one of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that you can just... keep going. Write as many different endings to the story as you want. As many different AUs. You can write the same scene a hundred times and change what happens every time.

It's the most freeing feeling, that I don't have to choose.

#So anyway I have a new GO wip #Fanfiction #Fanfic #AO3 #Writing

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junotter · 14 days

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