#untitled comic tag

[blue0909]

read the untitled comic and cried back at it again to ball now

#untitled #untitled comic #fuck how do I tag this #untitled fanart #?

[clanofjones]

Batch Three!

We're getting, there, I promise. Technical difficulties. We're working on it, dw

ONCE AGAIN: If I got a design facet wrong, a name wrong/incorrectly spelled, LET ME KNOW! I'm trying to draw these in decent time, so as to accurately guage how you'll look in the actual comic when I have a lot of people to draw!

L to R: @tinker-the-dragon, @artsymeeshee, @angelpuns, @theartofeverything

Also lmk if anyone would be interested in a fully colored + shaded version of their persona... yk as a treat

#personas #other's sonas #cool people #Tumblr comic #Moth's untitled project #AUGH I'LL TAG LATER #my art

[kamidoodles]

15 march 2024 // i've been thinking a lot about this old oc of mine lately, she started out as basically a character fusion between honda tohru from fruits basket + himura kenshin from rurouni kenshin + seta soujirou ... not very creative, i know x) but she's evolved into something else over the years and i wanted to colour this old piece to see if i can get the mojo for this going again.

#kamidoodles doodles #original art #original character #oc art #samurai #untitled comic project #not really bc i wlil never do another comic again #but this is the tag i apparently used for it #ashikada nanashi

[kkpwnall]

tagged by @flashyysins ! thanks, friend!!

last song: i'm your wreck by mt. joy

last movie: i don't honestly remember, i don't watch a lot of movies HOWEVER 1999's brendan fraser's the mummy is my favorite movie bar none

last show: stranger things s1 (don't look at me like that, my partner suggested a rewatch)

currently watching: the rain outside my window

currently reading: the fellowship of the ring, i got some cutie little fall page flags and i'm excited to mark it up; and for fics last night i read the latest chapters of looks like we’re in for nasty weather by @geddyqueer and if it’s quite alright i need you baby by @tinkerbclla

currently working on: woke up thinkin thoughts about steddie kissing in the rain and wrote about 500 words of fluff; untitled ghost hunter steddie wip (trying to finish it by thanksgiving, and tried the comic sans trick last night. jury's still out on if it worked); forever my main wip (trying to finish it by the end of the year); *cough* job applications *cough*

favourite colour: yes. i just love color, but if i had to pick today it's golden yellow and sage green and merlot red and midnight blue and--

sweet/savoury/spicy: yes! i like all food so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ today's lunch for example is mixed nut butter and apricot jam on sourdough bread. all that's missing is the spicy

coffee/tea/cocoa: i'm about to go to the coffee shop and get the biggest coffee money can buy, but i love making a mid-afternoon cup of tea, and my partner makes special fancy hot cocoa that is out of this world

craving: a big ol' burger and fries. lettuce, tomato, onion, bacon, cheddar cheese. and a root beer to wash it down

absolutely no pressure and no obligation tagging (if you've been tagged before just ignore me, and if you don't want me to tag you in future just let me know): @corrodedcoughin @shesapeachsconebob @henrystars @metal-dads @letterfromvienna @gorgeousgreymatter-x

#these are so fun thanks for the tag #maybe if i draft my cover letters in comic sans it’ll be easier #get to know me #tag game #ask game #kinda #untitled ghost hunter steddie wip #diyc #kk rants

[addystuffs]

here we go :) part 2 (soon) first post of this au (again im in desperate need of name ideas for this au, drop em in my ask box if ya have any)

#addys untitled sep au #addys art tag #my art #rottmnt separated au #rottmnt au #rottmnt comic #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #riseofthetmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #rise mikey #rise leo #rise michelangelo #rise leonardo

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 332! I hope. I don't feel like confirming. We'll find out later, I guess XD

Finished inking and started on color for Silly. I'd stay up later to finish the color and shading but we're supposed to get snow and ice tomorrow and I want to get Maximum Sleepage™ tonight before I have to go outside in that bullshit.

#the great artscapade of 2022 #bobbi's being weird again #art #my art #untitled gunpla comic #so yeah won't be chatting much in the tags either #just bitching about how I wanted to get new boots before the first snow hit but nooooooo #I was hoping it would wait until after December 1st when I get that ~$800 bonus check #oh well my current boots can handle the amount of snow and ice we're supposed to get #and with any luck the Omadome will protect us from the worst of it and all we'll get is a light dusting #*knocks on wood* #anyway either send Mad Blizzard vibes my way so I can have a snowday OR send no weather for u vibes so I don't have to deal with snow #either one #send me ''Bobbi doesn't have to go outside in snow'' vibes no matter what flavor they hit as #would I prefer a blizzard that lets me work from home? yes #am I gonna get it? nah man I'm not that lucky #anyway yeah send Vibes™ and if you're also having Weather™ I hope yours is pleasant #goodnight my loves! 💜

[peepos-prose]

After Artfight is over I’m thinking of making some teaser pics for my comic 🤔

Just depends how sneaky secretive I wanna be, cause otherwise I’ll just be vague posting about it.

#someday you will know about this project #and on that fateful day #you’ll see the extent of my brainrot! #peepo's cheeps #untitled comic wip #i’mma also change this tag soon cause it HAS a title now

[this-blog-is-untitled]

'Untitled' Chapter 5: Mitty the Sin Killer

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Never mentioned it before but Constance's brother is named Omar

Originally I was going to do a page where Constance confronted Lulu about outing her to Robin but that never happened in the draft, whenever I get around to finishing the actual comic, which I got a bit done already is going to have it there instead.

I feel like the draft is disjointed sometimes and it is

I wish I knew more about publishing because that's what's holding me back and I don't even know where to start

I don't want to go through a company

Mostly because I just don't want to change it, I want to expand on it and improve it but not with someone else's input

Right now, I can't talk about what 'Untitled'is about but if you keep up with me we'll get there

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#untitled #I think these are the only pages that #really go into Constance being transgender #because afterwards nobody brigs it up #and everyone accepts her as she is #really thats how it should be #original character #original comic #my ocs #oc #original characters #comics #devil #vent art #werewolf #i need to come up with a tag for Mitty #idk #something religious #but what #anthro tiger

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 1 of (???)

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Luigi’s been acting weird lately-- and Bowser’s concerned. When Luigi vanishes one day without any warning, Bowser begrudgingly turns to Mario for help, meeting him at a (humorously petite) cafe in Mushroom Kingdom to discuss what’s been going on. Old rivalries die hard.

The cafe has really good liability insurance, don’t worry.

(A/N under the cut)

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bear with me as i try to find my footing with this LOL, i am by no means a professional comic artist. i’m writing (or attempting to, at least) a comic based on my Evil Luigi AU-- read the original post/see the original art my looking thru the #my art tag on my blog! this is a bowuigi AU, so the relationship’s pre-established and Luigi, up until he ran away, had been ruling Koopa Kingdom alongside Bowser and navigating that fun new king life.

i have no idea what to tell yall to expect other than the fact that this will be very inconsistent in literally all senses of the word :’) but hey, im tryin my best-- i havent done any sort of comic in a long time and im having a lot of fun with this so far. if anything it’s good practice. right now i have at least a few pages planned out, but im not sure how quickly ill be able to draw them out, especially since i’ll be working full-time again soon. so see this as a bit of a teaser for things to come/an experiment to measure interest in the idea. :D

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #mario #super mario bros #super mario #evil luigi au #bowuigi comic #my art #mine #coloring this was a beating so dont be surprised if the style drastically changes LOL #though now that ive kinda figured out how to do it maybe the next page wont take so long #IDK #POINT IS IM HAVIN A GOOD TIME #cant believe this fuckin crackship is whats finally pushed me to try to make a full comic #love it for that lmaoooooo #also sorry if passive aggressive mario isnt your cup of tea. i completely understand that sentiment #and i know that in canon mario would probably be totally 100% supportive #but........theres gotta be a little bit of tension in here somewhere u kno #it's for narrative purposes :') #they work it out i promise #bowsers trying his best to be better. in this house we love characters that try to right their previous wrongs #also if you saw me delete then repost this no you didnt #jk i did because i changed some stuff around #and also im paranoid that editing posts after you post them will mess things up in terms of traction and visibility but thats probs just me #edit: i had linked the original au post but i think putting the link hid this post. SIGH tumblr why

[sunnyyyteaaa]

WIP Game!

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

🌻🌺 ok we're both doing this 😁 a lot of the wips are pretty old, and we've got some animatics stored in here too :)

sun's:

when i was younger

leo and frida

set_dock_intro_SB

bring donnie back to life

FUSION

shell problems

comic style test

family yoga_v1

and tea's:

untitled artwork 1

untitled artwork 2

untitled artwork 3

untitled artwork 4

untitled artwork 5

donnaaa

donut hole

unmaking redraw

(🌺 apologies i am terrible at naming things 😭)

tag list! (/nf)

@miniyunart @dying-marshmallo @koolaidashley

...and anyone else that wants to try!

#wip game

[kenandeliza]

untitled draft for future marvel family comic strip, (mostly crack)

Based on a discussion with a mutual. Doesn't take place in a specific continuity.

Mary is shown to go home after Wayne Gala, Billy is shown waiting for her back home.

Billy: "Welcome home Mary, So how's the fancy party?"

Mary: " if you ask me, it was a bit boring, but I met this one Boy-"

*thunder can be heard in the panel*

Captain Marvel with a serious/protective look on his face: "Tell me more.."

Mary: "Billy, he's not-"

Billy:"I just want to talk to him."

Mary sighed:"....Billy, relax, he only wanted me to pose for a portrait he's working on"

Next panel having him switch over to Billy: "oh.."

Mary:" Besides, I'll be fine, you don't need to be worried, I can take care of myself! I'm the older one after all"

Billy:"Yeah, By five minutes!"

Freddy appearing in the front door: "I saw the lightning, what are you two yapping about?"

Billy:"oh nothing, Mary met a boy in the Wayne Gala-"

Freddy frowned immediately acted protective, preparing his crutch: "who's the hoity toity brat that's been hitting on you!?"

Mary getting tired of her friend's and brother's overprotectiveness: "Not you too!!"

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Reminder to insert more Dialogue of their shenanigans at the Wayne Manor, I haven't perfected the dialogue yet so only the timeline of events are shown

[Bruce expresses his relief for his son to finally have civillian friends, the son is revealed to be damian]

Freddy and Billy begrudgingly tagged along with Mary. Just to be safe

[Mary introduced them to Boy who asked for Mary to be his reference for a portrait, Meeting between Billy and Damian, they eyed each other suspiciously]

[A journalist vs a son of a high-profile billionaire playboy beefing?]

[Insert a line of Bruce wondering why his co-worker is there, The rest of the Family didn't know because they'll question why he let marvel join despite not being an adult. Billy doesn't know Bruce is Batman]

[Freddy eventually warms up to Damian after finding out their mutual love for animals? With Freddy and his monkey, Jeep and Damian with Batcow]

[After the trio left the manor, Damian began researching the suspicious Journalist that accompanied Mary.

Damian has A tango between "oh no a journalist" and "a journalist that mainly covers Marvel and is seemingly close to him"

"Father has recently been stumped on his identity, perhaps this journalist could be the key! I can finally do something Father has never done before, Discovering Captain's identity!'

Now its just a chess gamebetween billy and damian

Billy:'This hoity toity kid is getting too close with my sister, I must get more info on him" (maybe accidentally discovered that Bruce wayne somehow had ties to The league of assasins that way)

[He might eventually lead to this scenario:

Billy keep coming up with wild imaginations that doesnt reflect the reality

Billy:" BATMAN LIVES IN YOUR BASEMENT??!!"

Bruce: "No, I build my manor in his attic."

]]

Further brainstorming and sicovering plot bunnies needed

#kd's thoughts #big brother freddy freeman #captain marvel #dc comics #shazam #billy batson #freddy freeman #mary bromfield #mary batson #scenario scenarios #bruce wayne #damian wayne #Possible comic draft? Poating it here because i often visit this hellsite compared to others

[foldingfittedsheets]

Hello and welcome to clicking on my blog. You may have just decided to follow me!

FAQ before you shoot me an ask

Comics:

The Most Beautiful Woman in Town (Cat Shifter)

Two Witches and a Baby (Two parts)

Morgan and Liliana ask game

Jazz and Sabine: The Dog Shelter Werewolf (Two parts)

Jazz and Sabine ask game

Leda and the Swan Princess (Untitled Swan Game)

Leda and Swan ask game

The Seventh Score (Rival Thieves)

The Faun's Love Story (Three Parts)

Clove and Ning ask game

Esh and Ahveer (A DnD Love Story)

Seal the Deal (Selkie Scientists)

Mini comics:

Mermaid (Surfer Girl meets mermaid)

Vampire (Failure to launch teen vampire)

Dragon (DnD wives)

Pet Names (Jazz and Sabine mini)

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[scrybe-scott]

Hello world!

My name is Cam (he/him), and I’m brand new to the whole tumblr thing!

I figure the best way to join an online community is with an introduction, so here we are! Please don’t hesitate to reach out or interact! I’d love to make some new friends!!!

Okay, so who are you?

I’m glad you asked! My pen name, which I’m going to use for this blog, is Cam Scott

I’m 24, recently jumping back into writing after a whole slew of life stuff, and am looking to start grad school here in the next year or two!

Some of my interests include: comics, movies, folklore and folk music, philosophy, pro wrestling (the greatest form of theatre), and video games!

What do you write?

All kinds of stuff! Fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, westerns, even a comic or graphic novel from time to time. If only I could draw…

The only things you won’t catch me really writing are romances. Nothing against em, per se, but that’s not really my niche. A subplot? Sure! But not really my vibe for a complete work.

I also don’t really do fanfic, but again, no hate if you do! I think it’s cool to read people play around in those spaces; I just have to get all these voice- er, stories… out of my head.

Do you have any WIPs?

Too many! But I’ll try to list some of the main ones! (And keep it short)

The Silver Circle: The first in a fantasy series, it follows a group of adventurers making their way through a war-torn continent to help a cast-out prince reclaim his throne.

The Clockwork Lounge: A neon noir/cyberpunk-esque sci-fi story in which a man is hired to solve a murder in a casino run entirely by automatons.

Untitled Mystery (as in I came up with this yesterday lol): a man bounces back and forth between three bodies in three different time periods: the sailing age, the jazz age, and the far future in order to solve three murders that are somehow all connected.

If any of this sounds like anything you like, please don’t hesitate to follow! I’m also down for any tag games, asks, DMs, etc! I’d love to make new friends and really get involved with the community.

#writblr #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #writeblr intro #writblr intro #new to the community

[ladytauria]

to celebrate hitting 50k i'm sharing a snippet of the longfic i'm currently working on <3 (thank you v much to both @deepwithintheabyss and @paprikadotmp4 for the encouragement & brainstorming help <3)

still untitled (i've been calling it the "aob dubcon fic" lmao) but i have written a summary:

Jason tries to sell off his first heat to make ends meet for the upcoming winter. When he’s taken by traffickers instead, he’s sure that’s the end of him—until he’s rescued by a mysterious alpha. That “rescue” comes with a price: Jason’s heat hits shortly after, and… one thing leads to another, and now Jason and Tim are bound together by a fledgling mate bond. It’s not the first time Jason’s had to make the best of things, but… he finds it a little bit easier this time, especially as he grows to genuinely like Tim. Unfortunately, just as they're starting to settle into mated life, Tim’s ex-pack starts getting involved, and they don’t exactly approve of Tim’s choice in mate—never mind that it wasn’t really a choice at all.

cws/tags for this snippet: reverse robins, aob dynamics, underage jason (15), first aid, medical inaccuracies (probably; i'm not a doctor, so i'm warning to be safe), hurt/comfort, touch starvation, anxiety, allusions to captivity related ptsd, self-deprecation, brief memories of non-consensual touching

editing to add: this snippet takes place in the 2nd half of chapter 2 <3 (& was originally the second scene for the fic lol)

i have also previously shared a snippet of the scene after this, when jason's heat hits, here.

Tim parks outside of an old apartment building. The brick facade is worn, cracked and peeling in places. Most of the windows are intact at least, though; two of them have lights on, the rest dark.

Tim gets out first, already having rounded the car by the time Jason is swinging his legs out. His hand rests on the door, waiting patiently for Jason to join him on the sidewalk. Then he shuts it. One hand rests on Jason’s back again, a gentle guide inside.

There’s a man at the desk near the front entrance, reading a newspaper. He spares them a brief, bored glance before going back to it.

There’s an out of order sign on the elevator, so they have to take the stairs. It’s just two flights, but by the end, Jason’s slightly out of breath. He’d thought he was in pretty good shape, but—

He guesses spending nearly a week in a small, windowless room hasn’t done him any favors.

Tim stops at a door in the middle of the hall, unlocking it and letting Jason go in first. The main room is all one room; living room transitioning to kitchen, separated by an island counter. Tim guides Jason to the couch, directing him to sit while he gets the first aid kit.

The couch is worn but comfortable, cushions sinking under Jason’s weight, cradling him.

Tim disappears down the hall, and returns a few moments later holding the biggest first aid kit Jason has ever seen. Not that he’s really an expert on the things, but— The one at his house was pretty small.

And mostly empty, honestly.

The coffee table looks comically small under it. It makes Jason’s belly flip with nerves, remembering the feeling of latex covered hands on his body, spreading him open.

He bites his lip.

Tim doesn’t open it, though; instead, he slips into the kitchen. He comes back a moment later, holding a bottle of purple Gatorade. Then, he kneels in front of Jason. It’s—odd. Having an alpha kneel in front of him, voluntarily. Even though Jason knows he doesn’t exactly have any power here, the visual dissonance is—

Odd.

He offers up the bottle. It takes a moment for Jason’s hands to move, but he does take it. His fingers fumble with the cap; he flushed, embarrassed despite himself, but gets it open.

As soon as it touches his lips, his thirst hits him full force. He allows himself two large gulps to wet his throat, and then forces himself to slow down, sipping instead.

When he screws the cap back on, he finds Tim still there. Waiting. He twists his hands around the plastic nervously.

“Alright,” Tim says gently. “Other than the bruise on your side, and the rope burns… are you injured?”

Jason shakes his head, twisting the sleeves of the alpha’s jacket. “Nn-nn. Just some bruises,” he says softly. He pauses. “And, um. I did hit my head once. It still hurts, but— I’m not, like, dizzy or nothin’.”

Tim nods. “Alright,” he says. “I’d like to do a head injury evaluation anyway. I’ll just feel over your skull, and then use a penlight to evaluate your pupil dilation. I’ve got cream for the rope burns, and for the bruise—” Tim hesitates a moment, then continues, “I’ll need to check and make sure nothing is cracked, and there’s no internal bruising.” He pauses again. “As long as there’s nothing serious anywhere else… I have some painkillers you can take, when we eat.”

Jason takes a moment to absorb all of that, and then nods, tipping his head forward obediently.

There’s a part of him screaming at himself not to be so compliant. To kick and claw and scratch and bite and fight, the way he has been for the past week. But he’s— He’s so tired, and sore, and—

The alpha smells so good, and— The smiles he keeps giving Jason melt something inside of him. He wants to keep seeing them. Keep earning them.

Tomorrow that might scare him.

Tonight—

His eyes fall closed when Tim’s fingers slide into his curls. The touch is achingly gentle. It feels— It feels good. Nice. Jason can’t help but lean into it. He thinks Tim’s hands linger a little longer than they need to, like he’s indulging Jason’s obvious enjoyment of the touch.

He does pull away eventually. Jason bites back his whine, instead sitting back up against the cushions.

“No bumps,” Tim murmurs. He gets out the penlight next, and cups Jason’s face as he shines a light first in one eye, and then the other. Jason grimaces, hissing a little as he squints. The light aggravates his aching head. “Pupil dilation is normal.” He pockets the light, and strokes Jason’s cheek with his thumb before he pulls away. “Now, I need to check your bruises.”

Jason bites his lip again. The constant worrying is starting to make the top layer of skin break and flake under his teeth. He averts his eyes, rolling the sleeves of the suit jacket up, exposing his hands. Then he pulls his shirt up, bunching it up just beneath his breasts.

His stomach jumps when Tim touches him. Tim pauses, hand hesitating, just barely touching Jason’s skin, and then— He starts to rumble, low and deep.

Jason whines. He doesn’t mean to—but it bursts from him; he can’t stop it, can’t muffle it. It’s a soft, helpless little keen, and the alpha’s rumble gets louder in response. He scoots closer, until he’s between Jason’s knees. His hand settles onto Jason’s skin, curving around his side. His other hand comes to cup Jason’s shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles through his clothes.

“It’s alright,” he soothes, the rumble deepening his voice. The sound—

Jason has only vague memories of his father rumbling for him, from when he was much, much smaller. Before working as a henchman had stolen much of his father’s good will. Other than that, Jason has only ever heard alphas rumble on TV. It’s—

It’s a really nice sound.

Against his will, tears fill his eyes, and he raises his hand, pressing his palm over one, like he can force them back inside. Tim’s hand settles against his side, just underneath the bruising. “You’re alright,” the alpha murmurs. “It’s okay to cry, pup.”

Jason sniffs, loud in the quiet. “I—I—”

“Shh, puppy.” Tim’s hand doesn’t leave Jason as he rises, slipping onto the couch beside him. His other hand cups the back of Jason’s head, tugging him forward—Jason’s arms come up automatically, wrapping around Tim’s neck, his shirt falling back over his abdomen. The alpha’s scent drips with comfort and the promise of protection and Jason—

He feels… He feels warm, and safe, and—

A sob rattles through his chest. Tim holds him closer, tighter, his arm winding around Jason’s waist. He buries his nose in Jason’s curls, stroking his skin with his thumb as he rocks him, slowly.

Jason’s chest heaves. His whole body shakes with each sob, so much that Jason is worried he’s going to shake himself apart. Tim’s steady hold feels like all that’s keeping him together.

It’s not just the last few days, it’s— It’s everything, since his Mom got sick and Dad turned to working as henchman and their lives just… fell apart. He’s— Jason’s been on his own for so long. Longer even than he’s been on the streets. Every day has been a fight for survival and Jason—

Honestly, he thought he’d finally lost.

Tim murmurs in his ear. Jason can’t hear a word of what he’s saying, but the tone is low and gentle, and Jason clings to it.

It takes a long time for Jason’s sobs to subside. Jason— He doesn’t know how long exactly. But he does know that when he’s done he feels exhausted. He slumps into Tim’s chest, tremors still running down his spine. His face is sticky. He definitely got snot all over Tim’s nice shirt, and that—

He’s too tired to even worry about Tim’s reaction.

Fingers comb through his hair again, lightly scritching his scalp. He lets out a soft sigh, slumping even more against the alpha’s chest.

Tim hums. He noses at Jason’s temple; a gentle nudge Jason grumbles at. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I still need to look at your bruises.”

Jason whines—the same plaintive little puppy whine he used to give his mom when he wasn’t ready to get up yet, for one reason or another. It makes Tim huff, amused; the humor reflected in his scent. It’s nice. Really nice.

He noses at Jason’s temple again. “Pup.” His voice is a little more stern. It’s not threatening, though—doesn’t even make Jason’s hackles raise. Tim is still rumbling. Close as they are, it feels like it’s seeping into Jason’s bones. It lessens the ache in him. His skin— His skin has been itchy for years, but. The creepy crawling of it has subsided, for now at least.

He’s comfortable. Jason doesn’t want to move.

He does anyway, sitting back with a scowl on his face. It makes Tim smile—his scowl deepens.

“I’ll be quick,” Tim promises.

Jason huffs a little. He leans back against the couch cushions. Tim’s hand is still under his shirt, sliding back over to the injured side as Jason lifts it. He feels— He feels more settled now. Less nervous, though butterflies still flutter between his ribs.

Jason watched Tim’s fingers probe gently around the bruising. The purple has started to fade to a greenish hue, but it still hurts when he prods it. Jason’s quiet, pained noises are soothed with soft rumbles and fingers rubbing his shoulders.

When he’s done, Tim’s hand lingers, laying casually on his waist. Jason’s skin would normally be prickling, but—

It isn’t.

It hasn’t this whole time, any time the alpha touched him.

“I don’t feel any cracks or breaks. Did— Were there any injuries to your back?” He’s no longer rumbling.

Jason misses it already. There’s a part of him that wants to snuggle up to him, see if he can’t coax that rumble back out.

He ignores it; instead shaking his head. “No. They— The, um, the boss said they were supposed to keep me as uninjured as possible. Any punishment had to be careful not to leave a mark.”

Tim hums. He strokes Jason’s skin with his thumb, and then slips his hand from Jason’s waist. It—

Jason finds that he misses it.

Tim leans forward, finally opening the first aid kit. It’s stocked, full of things Jason has names for and things he doesn’t. Tim takes out two things: the first, a small jar, and the second, a bottle of puppy’s Tylenol. Jason—he doesn’t like it, but he can’t really argue with it. Not at his size and weight and everything. They’re pills, at least, and chewable too,

Jason examines them carefully before he takes them, washing away the chalky flavor with the drink he’d been given before.

Tim unscrews the lid of the jar. The cream inside smells herbal, though not unpleasantly so. Jason holds out his arm, relaxing into the couch as the alpha works the cream into his skin.

It’s easy to let his eyes fall half-lidded. Jason is warm and sleepy. The air is thick with protective alpha scent; it soothes his hind-brain, the part that is purely omega, purely pup and longing for the comfort and safety of pack.

A small voice in the back of his mind is screaming, telling him he needs to keep his guard up.

It’s easy to ignore like this. To focus on nothing but gentle hands on his skin and the ambient noise around him; the hum of electricity and the distant noise of outside traffic.

Jason drifts.

He barely registers when the alpha switches arms, coming back up only to croon confusedly when Tim stops touching him. He blinks up at him, and gets a kind smile in return.

“Hush, pup,” the alpha soothes. “I’m going to get us something to eat.”

Jason blinks slowly at him and hums in acknowledgment. Tim gets a blanket from—somewhere, and lays it over him. It’s soft. Jason likes it. He nuzzles into it, into more of the alpha’s scent, and sighs.

He can hear Tim moving around in the kitchen—the clatter of dishware and pans, the bubbling of boiling liquid, the sound of his soft footsteps. He can smell something savory—chicken, he thinks, and garlic.

He drifts again, stirring only when Tim nudges him gently. A steaming bowl of soup is pressed into his hands.

“It’s hot,” Tim warns, a bit unnecessarily.

Jason still burns his tongue on the first mouthful. He doesn’t care. Having the food in front of him has made him realize how ravenous he is. His bowl is empty far too soon, though he’s too stuffed to go back for seconds.

His empty bowl is taken from him, and then Tim returns again. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I’ve got a spare toothbrush you can use. A spare den, too. I’ll get you some nesting materials and pajamas while you brush your teeth.”

Jason reluctantly leaves the couch and blanket behind, shuffling down the hall and into the bathroom. Tim procures a toothbrush for him, and then leaves.

It’s a relief to brush his teeth.

His captors had done it for him, so rough his gums had bled and ached. They still bleed under Jason’s gentle ministrations, but at least it doesn’t hurt. By the time he’s rinsing his mouth, Tim has returned, a bundle in his arms. He offers it to Jason.

“Clothes,” he says, a little unnecessarily.

Jason takes them, and Tim leaves again, giving him privacy. Jason goes to shut the door and then—

Hesitates.

He doesn’t want it open. But— He doesn’t…

What if he shuts it, and it won’t open again?

He’s. He’s being silly.

There’s no way this apartment has more than one bathroom. Trapping Jason inside here would be dumb, and he doesn’t think this alpha is dumb.

Jason takes a deep breath. He shuts the door.

Except—

He doesn’t. The latch hits the frame and Jason stops. His heart thunders in his ears. His breaths come sharper, quicker. He can’t. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Tears burn in his eyes.

It’s not fair.

He rests his head against the frame; one hand cradling the bundle of clothes to his chest, the other gripping the doorknob.

God. He’s so fucking pathetic.

He shudders. Takes a deep breath. It shakes on his exhale, a tremor in his chest. It’s fine. He doesn’t have to shut it all the way. He can leave it like this, with the metal latch over the door frame, only the tiniest sliver of hallway visible.

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

Jason strips quickly, clothes falling into a puddle at his feet. He yanks on the pants the alpha provided. They’re a little short at the ankle, and he has to draw the drawstrings all the way out for them to stay up, but. They fit well enough.

The shirt, too, is a little big, hanging off slightly at one shoulder. It doesn’t show his breasts, and hangs down to his mid-thigh, so Jason doesn’t mind.. Both pants and tee are soft on his skin, not scratching like the other set did.

There’s a hamper. Jason drops his old clothes in, though he’d much rather see them in a dumpster somewhere. The jacket—

Jason hadn’t realized how much it had been comforting him until now. Without it, he feels almost naked. Exposed. He wants to put it back on again. He resists the urge, though. Instead, he straightens it as best he can, then folds it in half and lays it on top of the hamper before he exits the bathroom.

Tim isn’t in the living room any more, and Jason stands, nibbling on his lip. Maybe he should go for the door… but. He can’t bring himself to. Instead he stands there, uselessly, until he hears rustling further down the hall.

He approaches tentatively, and finds Tim in the den at the end of the hall.

Tim glances up when he hears Jason approach, and smiles a little. “I was just getting out some nesting materials,” he says, gesturing.

In front of him is a cushioned nest base, held off the ground by a wooden frame. Piled on top of it is—

Jason had been expecting maybe a couple of blankets and some pillows, but—

The blankets are piled tall; the one on top Jason recognizes as the blanket he’d been using on the couch. There are plenty of pillows, too—and padding, for added layers, and cushions, and, it’s… It’s a lot.

Jason’s throat feels a little tight. “Thanks,” he says, voice small.

“Of course, pup,” Tim says gently. He’s pulled his scent in tight now, but when he draws nearer, Jason catches a whiff of safehere and everythingsokay drifting off of him. His hand moves slow enough it would be easy for Jason to avoid it, but. He stays still, letting the alpha brush his knuckles over his cheek.

“Goodnight, pup,” he murmurs. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

Jason nods. The alpha’s hand drops, and then he leaves.

The rest of the den… It’s not bare, but it lacks a personal touch. There’s a chest of drawers in the corner closest to the closet; a nightstand by the nest; and curtains hanging over the window. He shuffles further in, leaving the door open behind him.

He leaves the nest alone for now. Instead—

He goes for the closet first, opening the door. It’s bare inside, except for a thin layer of dust. Jason shuts it again. He opens the drawers, as quietly as he can. Empty as well. The den smells— Not stale, it’s definitely been used before, but. He catches the barest hints of alpha scent, and other than that… It just smells clean.

Jason rubs at his eyes.

No more putting it off.

As much as he doesn’t want to… Jason doesn’t shut the door all the way. Instead, just like in the bathroom, he leaves it open the tiniest sliver. Anything more, and he won’t be able to sleep. Anything less—

Panic.

Even the thought makes his heart race.

Jason rubs his face. He hates this. He hates it so much. Fuck. Sometimes it feels like life is just out to get him. Like—someone or something out there wants him to suffer.

Stop it. Plenty of people have it worse than you do, he scolds himself. He’s safe right now, or— He has the illusion of safety, at least. The alpha is being nice. Jason is— He’s not bound up. The door isn’t locked. There are no bars on the window. Tim treated his injuries. Held him when he cried. Gave him food and something to drink and soft clothes.

And he’d given Jason plenty of material to make a nice, comfortable nest to den in. One that might finally satisfy the instincts that have been screaming at him.

Jason takes a breath, and pads over to the nest. The sheer amount of material before him is almost overwhelming, but… He goes through it slowly. He starts with the padding, layering it into the nest base and using the cushions to help give it shape. He tests it as he goes, until he has something that’s plush, but not so much that it will engulf him. He works a nest cover over it. It’s a bit of a struggle to get it on, but Jason manages; only a little winded by the end. What padding and cushions he didn’t use—

He decides to put them in the closet, where they’ll be out of the way.

Blankets next.

Jason sorts through the pile slowly, rubbing each on his cheek. Scenting them. The one he used on the couch is the strongest scented; still thick with the contentment he’d felt in the alpha’s arms, and the protective, comforting scent Tim had drenched the air with.

He ends up using a little over half of the blankets Tim provided. The rest he puts in the closet.

Pillows—

Jason doesn’t use as many of them. He ends up putting most of them in the closet. And then, finally—

His nest is done.

He stands back, surveying his handiwork. He trills with pride, running his hand over the edge. His nest is soft. Cozy. It needs— It needs books. And— His fox. He misses his fox, the one his mom gave him. He kept it— He managed to keep it safe, all this time.

It’s probably gone now. Or ruined.

His eyes sting, and he swipes at them roughly.

Jason is so tired of crying.

He climbs into bed, pulling the blankets over and around him, snuggling down into the pillows. It feels—

Safe.

There’s something missing, though. Jason— He’s not sure what it is, but—

He’ll worry about it in the morning.

#jaytim #timjay #tauriawritesfanfic #aob dubcon fic #i'm so tempted to start posting even tho i usually prefer to wait till its done #ive broken everything into chapters; have a list of tags; wrote a summary... #i do not. have a fucking title tho #most of my titles were brainstormed for the 15k version!! which. hm. i *could* post that separately maybe...? #smth to think about #a n y w a y #hope u enjoy <333 #as soon as this fic lets go of the chokehold it has on me i'll get back to like #prompts & the other wips languishing in my docs #(and when i say chokehold i mean i started writing this around like... december 20th?) #(and you can thank abyss for THAT too bc this all spiraled from 8k of a genfic i showed them <3)

[raccoonfallsharder]

fanfiction masterlist

currently under construction!

about me | what you'll find here (spoiler: it's rocket raccoon all the time) fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

recently updated

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. brush your frickin' teeth. for nonnie [3/25] ✮

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall. Part Two. Crystallized Ginger. [3/27] ❤

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter five. o'erpine. ✩ [4/2]

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter six. lockheartedness. ✩ [4/11]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ [4/17] ✮ - ✩

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter seven. starlorn. [4/22] ✩

what’s the forecast for this month? longterm future projects

masterlists

sfw masterlist | nsfw masterlist | headcanons & imagines art [rocket & your OCs] | writing thoughts & "advice" recommended works (writers, artists, etc)

full masterlist below the cut. banners & dividers are by @saradika-graphics and @v6que ♡ thanks to them!

everything is in alphabetical order with pending works at the end, but if you can think of a better way to organize, feel free to hit me up ♡ what to expect from my fanfiction

⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧₊ ☽ anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ varies | no use of y/n | complete | word count: varies. miscellaneous one-shots belonging to no specific collections or series. gender of reader varies. collects three oneshots. adorations | Autopilot Systems Check | overheard on the bowie | the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | rocket raccoon prompt week | tomorrow | warm compress

♡‧₊˚✩ Blackmail Material ✩˚₊‧ ♡ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | complete | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings, fluff, & love confessions. Blackmail Material | Self-Sufficience | Bioluminescent

⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ winter collection varies | no use of y/n | complete | word count: varies. an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday one-shots. gender of reader varies. collect four 2023 winter oneshots. traditions. | ugly sweater. | frostnip. | snow & stars. | winter across the galaxy

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | wip | 4/25+ | word count: pending. a story about scars. inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night.  please pay attention to all ao3 warnings/tags for every chapter. nemotia | ambedo | rasque | anthrodynia | o'erpine | lockheartedness | starlorn |

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡ ⋆ [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | word count: varies. reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. collects Installments 1-5 and an Interlude. The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl | Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training | Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual | Critical Interview Questions for Potential Room & Crewmates [explicit & smut-free versions] | Proof: A Moment in Space | Untitled Installment 6

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/6 years | wip | word count: pending. Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa Year Four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. Year Zero: Seed | Year One: Sprout | Year Two: Growth | Year Three: Flowering | Year Four: Formation | Year Five: Dispersal

˚₊‧✶ headcanons & imagines ✶‧₊˚ smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshots & drabbles various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, minifics, and more.

°˖✧˚♡ kinktober 2023 ♡˚✧˖° 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshots | word count: varies. based on @flightlessangelwings Kinktober 2023 prompt list. please read all warnings.

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshots & drabbles | word count: varies. based on @rocketraccoonpromptweek. most can be read platonically, with only some brief mentions of romance or spice. explosives | hurts | emotionalistic | family | machinery | bite | home

✩࿐࿔ take what you need smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | 11 complete reminders | word count: varies. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. non-smutty. reader is gender-neutral. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments. collects various Reminders (ongoing) ࿔ eat somethin ࿔ go to frickin bed ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done ࿔ take a damn bath ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone ࿔ take a fuckin study break ࿔ drink some goddamn water ࿔ stop destroying your fricking clothes ࿔ just buy the damn thing already ࿔ it's frickin laundry day ࿔ get some goddamn sunshine ࿔ have you taken your meds today? ࿔ schedule your fuckin appointments ࿔ do the goddamn dishes ࿔ brush your frickin teeth ࿔

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/3 parts | wip | word count: pending. wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. Sugared Violets. | Crystallized Ginger. | Candied Apples.

Window Across the Galaxy *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | complete | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). collects Chapters I-XXVII. *:･ﾟ✧

what's on the horizon? future projects

#rfh fanfic #fanfiction masterlist #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket raccoon x you #rocket x you #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon fanart #gotg oc #gotg rocket #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon x reader #rfh masterlist #blackmail material #take what you need #rfh kinktober #window across the galaxy #domestic scenes in space travel #sweatshirt girl #adventures of space pilot & sweatshirt girl #florescence

[eightyuh]

Hello! I'm EightyUh. I'm a cartoonist and vocal synth producer.

All social media links: https://eightyuh.carrd.co/

Commission prices: https://eightyuh-commissions.carrd.co/

◈ Here's a brief guide to the characters, fanart, and other stuff you'll see on this blog. ◈

(This post can be used as easy navigation for my tagged art.)

Fursona: Chia

My mascot! Chia is a Honduran White Bat. She is a barista that runs an Apothecafe and creates unique real-world drinks that behave like potions.

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UTAU: Eightyloid

My personal voicebank for the program Open Utau. She is married to Mr. Kevin SynthV.

Demo songs here.

More info here.

Side-blog for updates here.

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Wick's End

My formerly untitled original webcomic series.

Synopsis: In a fantasy world, selfless knight Glendale cheats death at the cost of living on with a curse. Now 6" tall, he quests with his personal servant Harry and comrade Freya to find cures for their respective ailments.

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The Human Side

My original series.

Synopsis: In a city sealed off from the post-apocalyptic outside world, a young woman (Yuji) is tasked with raising 2 lab-grown boys (Fizz and Ledge) while teaching them the ropes of reality.

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DND: Feopi

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DND: Mig Hexpage

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Fanart

Here's some fanart you can likely expect from me:

Vocal Synth: Vocaloid - Synthesizer V - Utau

.hack//

Skullgirls

Deltarune

Sonic the Hedgehog

Splatoon

Animal Crossing

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About Me

( Mod posts featuring my cartoon-self are tagged Watashi )

Cis Female, Autistic, INFJ, 3W4. Uses She/Her.

I am a vocal synth producer (active on TikTok and YouTube) I use the Vocaloid, Synthesizer V, and Open Utau programs to make synthetic vocal covers of songs.

I'm an artist! Sometimes I make illustrations, but most of the times I make doodles and silly little comics. I also vend stickers and other stuff at local events!

I am also a Twitch Affiliate with a PNG-tuber of my fursona, Chia! I mostly do commissions and art live, but sometimes I'll play games too. :)

I have a tendency to switch between hyperfixations. If you see me drawing a bunch of the same thing one week but different stuff the next, that's why. Don't worry if I move on from something you liked! It always comes back around.

You are welcome to submit asks / comments directed to me or my OCs.

I am strictly SFW.

This blog is just for my art - reblogs go on my personal blog @eightyuhhh

◈ Thank you for coming to my corner of the internet ◈

#eightyuh